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A Mother's Dilemma
by Solrac (fast_sol@yahoo.com)
***
When push comes to shove, what's a Mother to do? (F/m-
teen, reluc, inc)
***
"Chris... CHRIS!"
Karen tightened her lips and went up the steps hurrying
to Chris' room.
Chris rolled over and eyed the LED on his clock moaning
at the time. He stretched and pushed himself out of
bed. With the virtually permanent erection of a
teenager bouncing and leading the way he dashed for the
bathroom.
Chris Micheals had developed slowly, was even held back
and started school a year later. Now as a senior his
body was just beginning to catch up to his age. His
life was suddenly full of the typical teenage
adventures, problems and hormones that should have
passed years earlier. His mind was pretty much consumed
with one thought.
As he turned at the corner of his door he ran headlong
into his Mother, grabbing her to keep them from
falling. His erection was almost painfully and
certainly conspicuously thrust between them.
"Dammit Chris!" Karen yelled.
Chris held her as they struggled to keep their balance.
"Jeez, sorry, mom, I was just trying to hurry, I know,
I'm late." He braced himself for her angry reply.
"Chris, I've been yelling for you to get up for fifteen
minutes. And watch where you're going with that thing,"
Karen snapped as she glanced down at the front of his
pajama bottoms.
She immediately blushed realizing what she had said and
was further embarrassed by looking down at the tented
front of his pajamas. Quickly looking back up she seen
the startled look on his face.
Karen threw her hands up stepping back, "I'm sorry
Chris, I'm sorry. I've just had a lot of things on my
mind and we're both running late. Next time just...
just be more careful and watch where you're going. If
you would get up on time you wouldn't be in such a
rush."
She turned away but Chris saw her cheeks were flushed
with anger or embarrassment, or both. The acute sexual
nature of the contact wasn't lost to either of them.
"Ok mom, next time I'll watch where I'm... going," he
retorted. "With this thing," he added to his thoughts.
He had been startled at her anger but even more so at
his nervy reply. "Now why in the hell had he opened his
big mouth and said something so stupid. He was only
going to make it worse."
Karen didn't respond, she only looked back at him out
of the corner of her eye. They got through breakfast
with quick goodbyes and Chris hurried out the door to
school.
Karen Micheals was a Realtor with a large commercial
property firm. At thirty-nine Karen was still very good
looking and considered quite a successful woman.
Commercial property was male dominated and it was a
struggle to find acceptance and succeed. She had to go
in early today and was already dressed in her typical
business attire, tight dark blue skirt about three
inches above the knees and white pearl buttoned blouse,
two buttons open, a hint of cleavage. She learned
quickly that the aura of sex sold and she used it,
sparingly but wisely, and never socialized. The week
was going to be a crazy one but it was going to be
doing what she really enjoyed, negotiating commercial
property contracts.
Karen quickly finished cleaning up from breakfast. She
paused and laughed at herself. The not so subtle
impression of Chris against her, well it had been quite
awhile since she had felt something quite like that.
She could still feel it. Karen wistfully remembered
dancing with her husband, the outline of him pressed
tightly against her in much the same fashion. Her ex-
husband, Thomas, was a lawyer and spent too much time
on his practice.
Karen wondered if that had been an excuse for her to
spend more time driving herself up the corporate
ladder. They just seemed to pass in the night and that
hadn't been often enough to save their marriage. It
wasn't always like that. There were times she ached for
those intimate moments that they had. Like those little
moments when she could feel the hard length of him
pressed tightly against her, knowing he wanted her,
that she could make him desire her.
Sighing to herself she considered, "Oh well, there was
always her big pillow. But it still didn't take the
place of," and her face flushed warm again as she
remembered Chris against her. She chided herself for
the thought, scolded herself for her sharp words
remembering his brusque reply. "Well, he'll get over
it."
Grabbing her briefcase she rushed out to work.
Chris had never considered his mom in a sexual manner.
Well, he remembered thinking it was pretty cool
checking out her panties and bra in the clothes hamper
once or twice. Although he had never really thought
sexually about her before, nor other girls for that
matter, Pandora's box had been opened and now his
interest was piqued. At the end of the day, while
walking home, he was unable to remember a single thing
that had occurred. The whole day at school was a total
blank, but he could vividly remember the feeling of his
erection pressed tightly against his mom this morning.
Walking into the house he didn't expect his mom for a
couple hours. They rarely ate before six and then often
ate carryout as her work left little time for cooking.
He threw his books on the bed and thought about what to
do.
Chris slipped into his Mom's room and looked around.
Moving to her dresser, he slid open the top right
drawer. His fingers slipped over the smooth nylon and
cotton material of her panties. Holding a pair up Chris
tried to picture his mom wearing them. "Damn," he
mumbled, eyes closed as his imagination pictured her in
the next logical and provocative picture. Chris
carefully laid the panties back in the drawer and
closed it.
He started to turn away, then opened several others. In
the top left her toy lay in back behind her hose and
socks. He stared agape at the smooth life like latex.
Holding it in his hand, suddenly realizing where it had
been, the image of his mom with it burned into his
mind. He carefully laid it back in the drawer and
picked up a little bottle of lubricant. It had been
opened so he knew she had used it.
Closing the drawer, pausing, he reopened it to remember
exactly how everything lay. Heart pounding, he went
back to his room, quickly undressed and went to his
favorite place, the shower, to relieve the tremendous
erection he now had.
Karen came home with some supper and they sat quietly
eating. She asked about school and his plans for the
summer. Chris watched her, his glances no longer the
innocent ones of the days before. He had never really
noticed the smooth curve of her hips or the softness of
her thighs as her skirt rode higher when she sat at the
table. Never noticed the bounce or shake of her ass as
she walked across the room or stood at the sink washing
dishes. As she stretched and her breasts pressed
tightly against her blouse he stared wishing he could
see the outline of her nipple.
Later after their evening baths he could barely keep
his eyes from the impressions her breasts were making
through the robe and blatantly gazed as it fell open
for a moment and her nipples were clearly outlined
through her old nightshirt.
That night he did something he would have never dreamed
of. With his eyes closed and his hand moving smoothly
over his hard aching cock, he thought of his Mom, of
the feel of his cock against her that morning. As he
came in almost painful spurts, her image raced through
his mind...
The next morning they passed in the hall as she walked
to her room still in her night clothes and robe. He
made an exaggerated move aside giving her room. Chris
tortured himself with thoughts of the previous morning.
He knew she only slept in a "T" and panties or a teddy
and that would be all she had on under her robe.
Chris sat at the kitchen table and watched Karen wash
the plates and cups. Her skirt would lightly fold and
crease over smooth rounded hips as she moved. A silent
vow was taken that somehow he would find a way to do it
again.
Karen had noticed that Chris was unusually quiet this
morning. The reason suddenly came to her. She
remembered the hallway passing the day before and then
this morning. Sitting down across from him and looking
over her coffee she asked with a tiny smirk, "Well, I
see you're on time this morning? I didn't have to come
wake you."
He blushed, mumbling, "Uh... yeah Mom, I guess not."
Then seeing the look on her face and realizing she was
kidding with him, looked her deliberately in the eye
and added, "Tomorrow, maybe you'll have to come wake me
tomorrow."
It was Karen's turn to blush as she looked away. "Good
God, Karen, what kind of a thought is that. You're
feeling neglected because your own son didn't press his
dick against your tummy again?" She shook off such an
image, got up and grabbed her briefcase and purse.
"Chris honey, it's another early day for me. Could
you... please..." as her hand paused over the table.
"Yeah, sure mom, I'll clean the table off before I
leave."
"You're an angel." she said as she kissed him on the
cheek and quickly rushed out of the house.
It had been a frantic day at work for Karen and she was
tired. Her head was pounding and she bathed and threw
on her nightshirt and panties. It was still early as
she walked into the living room where Chris was
watching TV.
"Chris, my head is killing me and I'm going on to bed.
Don't stay up too late, you have school tomorrow."
She leaned down to kiss him on the forehead telling him
good night. She went to the bathroom and took a couple
pain/PM capsules and went on to bed hoping for a sound
sleep.
Chris was still holding his breath. His cock was
achingly hard. His mom had just carelessly walked in
with her old thin nightshirt and panties and no robe.
As she bent down to kiss him goodnight he even got a
glimpse of pink nipples.
He would never have looked or even given it a second
thought before, but now slipped up to the bathroom for
his shower. Once more he repeated the act of the
previous night, but this time there was no confusion as
his hand pounded back and forth over his hard cock and
he groaned a whisper as huge spurts of cum mixed with
the deluge of water... "Mom, mom, oh God mom..."
Wednesday morning Chris was out of bed at the first
sound of his alarm. Struggling to keep his morning
erection in his pajama bottoms, he heard his mom in the
bathroom and looked down the hall. The bathroom door
was open. Looking around Chris grabbed some dirty
clothes and headed for the bathroom. Karen was at the
sink brushing her teeth.
"Hey, got some clothes for the chute." Chris mumbled as
he turned and slid by his mom. As he slipped between
her and the bath closet his erection slid across the
soft rounded cheeks of her derrière. He pushed the
clothes in the chute and again passed, slowing as the
hardness again brushed stiffly across each cheek hidden
beneath her robe.
Karen gasped at the blatant contact. Her voice failed
her and she could only stand unmoving, staring into the
mirror as he turned down the hall from what was an
obviously overt sexual touch. The hard impression
against her cheeks burned into her even as he
disappeared into his room.
Karen stepped into the hall to yell for him. Her lips
opened for the strong rebuke she was about to deliver
then recalled what she had previously said and his
flippant reply. "Her own fault," she thought, "Maybe I
provoked it. Just let it go Karen, let it go."
She finished her morning ritual and as Chris walked by
to go downstairs Karen was only able to bitingly reply,
"You have anything else for the laundry today Chris?"
"Nah mom, I think I got everything."
"Yes, well, I certainly hope so."
Karen was stunned by her comment, even with her
dripping sarcasm. She had no idea why she had said
anything that gave any acknowledgment to his actions.
Why hadn't she just slapped him?
Chris couldn't believe she wasn't beating him or
screaming for what he had done and had even implied
that she was aware it wasn't an accident.
There was a cold silence at the breakfast table.
Neither spoke and Chris quickly left for school.
School was a worse drag than the day before. He was
pretty much a jerk to everyone figuring he was due to
really be in some trouble for this morning. He still
smiled to himself, knowing he got even for her teasing
and now whatever she did about it, it had been worth
it.
The evening was quiet, dinner carryout, and Chris went
to his room to watch TV. Karen straightened the house
and worked on some contracts, relieved that her son had
gone to bed early. The tension was such that you could
cut it.
Chris rolled over and turned off the alarm. He lay
there a moment and then pushed himself out of bed. With
his pajama bottoms bouncing he rounded the doorway to
the hall. They both stopped suddenly, both startled and
staring open mouthed.
Karen stood in her T-shirt and panties. The impressions
of her nipples were clear against the thin fabric of
her old bed shirt. She crossed her arms not immediately
realizing they pulled the hem of her shirt above her
panties. Her heart skipped as she seen Chris' lust
filled stare move to her hips yet it was her own eyes
that offended her as for a second, no more, she openly
looked at how far Chris' pajamas extended out in front
of him.
"Chris, I'll run down and use the downstairs bath. You
go ahead and use this one." Karen turned and ran down
the stairs.
Chris stood a moment in the hall, remembering the curve
of his mom's panties as they slightly mounded out and
narrowing, disappeared between her thighs. He stepped
into the bathroom closing the door behind him.
Karen heard her son come down the stairs and she
quickly ran up to finish dressing. As she stood in the
bathroom she could... she sniffed, her nose wrinkling
and eyebrows furrowing, sex, she could smell the musky
hint of sex. "Oh my God," she thought. "He masturbated
just now." Her hand flew to her lips, "Oh my God, he...
he did it... he was thinking of me." She sat on the
edge of the tub. "Why, why wouldn't he. God the way I
looked at his... say it Karen, just admit it," she
thought as she looked up at the ceiling. "The way I
stared at his... cock, like some sex crazed school
girl."
Breakfast was quick, quiet. After Chris left for
school, Karen had about thirty minutes until she had to
leave for work. She moved as though in a fog having a
difficult time accepting the fact that her own son had
first made what may have been a sexual advance to her,
and then this morning masturbating after seeing her in
her panties. Even more troubling was why she hadn't
immediately slapped him or grounded him over all of
this. "Shit," she thought. "He's too old to ground and
too damn big to slap."
Karen knew that the first time on Monday in the hall
had been an accident and she had overreacted and then
taunted him to cover up her embarrassment and to
lighten the mood. But there was no mistaking the
episode Wednesday for anything but what it was. It was
no accident. And now today, this.
This morning left her completely unnerved. She sat with
her coffee her face flushed with embarrassment as she
felt the warm ache in her hips. It had been a long
time. She didn't go out much. The men at work were
mostly her subordinates and she didn't have much of a
social life. She couldn't remember the last time she
had actually had her fingers wrapped... "It was her
fault. She should have ignored everything. What should
she have expected?"
"I'm fine," Karen thought. "I've had a hard couple of
days this week and it's just catching up to me." And
immediately the unbidden thought... "My God it was so
stiff." She buried her face in her hands wondering why
in the hell she thought of that.
As she pulled from the drive her cell rang; it was her
best friend, Jane, begging Karen to meet her after work
and help pick out a new dress for a party she had
coming up. Karen accepted immediately. It would mean
she would be out when Chris got home and he would
probably be in his room for the night by the time she
got back from Jane’s. She wasn't sure she could face
him; she really didn't know how to handle this
morning's incident.
Chris too was relieved to find his mother gone for the
evening. But as luck would have it, he saw a movie on
TV that he had been waiting to see. It started at 9:00
and went until 11:00. Without giving it another
thought, he stayed up to watch it. As the movie was
ending, his mother arrived home. Chris couldn't face
her and kept his eyes glued to the screen.
"Chris, you going to bed?" Karen asked.
"Yeah mom, about eleven thirty," Chris responded. He
still didn't face her.
Karen walked around the chair he was sitting in and
stood between him and the TV.
"I don't understand this little game you're playing in
the hallway every morning young man."
It wasn't exactly the words she meant to say. Somehow
they didn't come out right. She had gone over it in her
mind exactly how she was going to scold him.
"I was just playin around mom, I'm sorry."
She studied him for a moment. Her voice dropped to
hushed tones. "You'd better watch what you are doing.
It's not a game and I'm sorry if I let you think for a
moment that it was. Maybe it was my fault for kidding
with you, but it has to stop."
For the first time he looked at her. "What?"
"You heard me. You had better think about what you're
doing. I can't let it continue. Now we're going to
pretend none of this has happened." Karen turned and
went to her bedroom.
Chris tossed and turned until the wee hours thinking
over his mother's comments. But there was little doubt
in his mind, somehow he would do it again. It had
become a game, no; it had become more than a game. A
test of wills and he wanted to win, but wasn't even
sure what it was that he was going to win. Wasn't even
sure he understood her remarks. But she would have to
stop him. It would be her will against his.
"CHRIS, Chris honey I've been calling, you're going to
be late."
"OK, ok I'm getting up."
Karen stood at his door waiting as he rolled out of
bed. As he stood up her eyes automatically drifted to
the front of his pajamas. She quickly turned away
walking down the hall her hand to her forehead. "Why,
why did she do that. Why did she look knowing what she
would see. Good God was he always hard like that?
Didn't he ever give it a rest?"
Chris sat back down laughing to himself. He had seen
her look. Followed her eyes. "Gotcha". He looked down
at his pajamas with his cock straining to be free. He
quickly kicked them off and stood to get his clothes.
He turned quickly at a shrill cry from his door, his
mom standing with her hands covering her eyes.
"Dammit Cris, close your door if you're undressing. I
didn't know. Darn it Chris, I just wanted to tell you I
was leaving right away and you need to get yourself
something to eat. I'll bring something home for
supper."
"Oh, yeah... uh, sure mom. Sorry... about the door."
Chris stood there waiting, his cock pointed directly at
her, daring her to open her eyes, to turn and look.
Karen started back down the hall, but not before her
eyelids fluttered, peeking. Her face was burning as her
hand grasped the banister. Did she stand there,
seconds, her heart pounding, before she yelled. Looking
at him. She grabbed her things and fled out the door
and into the car. She sat, her hands clutching the
steering wheel. "My God, it had been too long. How
long? A year? Two?" She couldn't shake the image of the
hard length of him jutting out wickedly as he stepped
toward his chest of drawers.
Her day was confusing, tiring and the sweat dampened
her blouse and forehead. She had dressed as usual,
skirt with heels and then had to climb a maze of stairs
all day at an old factory site. She hadn't planned on
this outing and her skirt was too damn short and the
men all waited for her to go first as if she was too
fucking stupid to figure out why. It certainly wasn't
because they were all so fucking chivalrous. Then she
had an almost irresistible urge to look at the fronts
of their damn pants.
She could have sworn that young cocky bastard from
legal had a fucking hard-on watching her climb those
goddamn stairs. Fuck it fuck those bastards, just fuck
it all. She just wanted to sit and cry. Her nerves were
screaming. She just wanted to go home, take a long
quiet bath, listen to some music and be a woman.
It was late and the instant she hit the door she threw
the carryout on the table, her coat in the foyer
closet, heels in a corner and pulled the cabinet door
open taking two pain/PM tablets and one of her happy
pills. Her back was aching from those damn stairs and
her shoes.
"Chris, Chris, supper's on the table hon. I'm tired and
going to take my bath. Use the bathroom down here
tonight because I may be awhile. I plan to just lay and
soak. It's been hell at work. OK? ... Chris? You hear
me?"
"Yeah, sure mom, don't worry." as he came into the
kitchen.
"I'll clean up and stuff, you go on."
"God, sometimes you can be the sweetest angel hon."
Karen lay in the dim candle light soaking, the water
steaming. She blew the stray strands of hair out of her
face thinking, "I shouldn't let anything get to me. If
it wasn't for all those fucking stairs and those darn
heels." She smiled at the thought of all those men
pushing to watch her go up the steps. Even the guy from
legal. If she hadn't felt so bad, it might have been
fun to just... "I could have brushed up against him,
maybe taken the stairs a little slower? I could have
made all those bastards so damn hard."
Her hands drifted down her tummy as she looked down.
She knew she still looked pretty good. Her breasts
weren't too big and barely fell when she took her bra
off. Her nipples were a dark brown. Her tummy just
rolled slightly before disappearing over the curve of
her dark tangled mound. Almost sexy cute.
Karen got out and patted herself dry turning to look at
the curve of her ass in the mirror. She pulled on her T
and panties and her old robe. She heard the TV
downstairs and went down to see what was on. The pills
had taken affect and she was a little sleepy.
Chris was sitting on the couch in his pajamas so Karen
lay on the floor, a throw pillow cushioning her head.
"Chris?"
"Yeah mom."
"Do your poor mom a favor."
"What?"
"My back hurts so bad. Rub it for me please?"
"Ok, sure."
"I climbed a thousand stairs today and my back is
killing me."
"Ok I'll fix it."
Chris got down on his knees, his hands beginning at her
shoulders. Karen groaned almost in pain as his fingers
dug into her muscles. He lightened it a little and
continued to work on her back. Hands gently moved down
her spine to the small of her back just above the curve
of her cheeks, then slowly moved back higher fingers
massaging carefully. In a few minutes he felt her
relax. He could tell by her breathing that she had
drifted off to sleep.
Chris paused waiting, then swung his leg over her
thighs. He leaned forward, quickly working on her
shoulders and back. Each time his hands squeezed, her
robe rode up higher, the hem pulling up over her
panties. His cock was so hard it was aching. Chris
leaned forward pushing the hard length between her
thighs. Each time he leaned forward to massage her
shoulders he pressed himself against her. Her thighs
lightly rubbed the sides of his cock. Slowly for what
seemed like minutes he continued this slow rocking
rhythm as his hands kept her relaxed and asleep.
He wasn't sure when, but felt her ass lightly twitch,
squeeze together... then again. A sigh as her hips ever
so slightly pressed back against him. Chris closed his
eyes, holding his breath as his hands continued to work
against Karen's shoulders. He could barely hold back.
His hardness pressed tightly against her pussy, the
skin pulling tight as he moved against her. Chris felt
her push back again and almost came.
"Wha.. what... Chris? CHRIS, let me up, get up. That's
enough. Let me up."
Chris rolled over away from his mom. Karen pushed
herself up pausing to look at him oddly, trying to
collect her thoughts.
"I'm going to bed Chris"
Karen lay in her bed staring at the ceiling trying to
sort her thoughts. "What was he doing? Was she dreaming
or was he... My God, was he humping me there on the
floor? His mom? He was." Her hand reached under her
panties between her legs, fingers pushing through the
tangled black curls. "Oh God, I'm wet, I can't fucking
believe this, my own son has made me wet." Karen cried
as she rolled to her side, "I need it, I just need
someone... so bad."
Fingers touched her sensitive lips, her hand pushed
inside her panties. Her fingertips slipped easily
inside her moist pussy, aching to sate her growing
need. She glanced at her dresser thinking to get her
vibe, then pushed her panties over her hips, kicked
them from her ankles and pulled her pillow between her
knees. Karen's arms hugged it to her breast as her hips
twisted and rocked. As her clit rubbed against the soft
warm material her mind drifted, a fantasy of being
taken, seized and ravished, willingly submitting
herself to the pleasure forced upon her.
The men all held her down over her desk as John from
legal kicked free of his pants, his cock darkly angry.
His fingers entwined in her hair as he jerked her head
back and thrust himself inside her, fucking her,
pounding against her as she cried out in anger... in
need... in lust...
Karen squeezed harder, a whimper escaping as her hips
searched for that moment of release. Karen pressed
harder against the material, so close... closer...
there... there... oh God yes. As she came the warmth
flowed over her hips. Knees clasped tightly to her
pillow, sighing, slipping off to sleep... yet, the
subtle ache of something... missing, she hugged her
pillow.
"You're up early for a Saturday," she said, really not
expecting him up for a couple more hours. Her gaze
flicked to his pajama bottoms looking for his erection.
Her mouth went dry, but her knees shifted. "God," she
thought, "I'm like a teenager, thinking about sex when
a male walks by. But she wasn't ready for sex, well at
least she shouldn't be, this was Chris. What is wrong
with me? I can't get sex out of my head lately."
"I'm going with some guys to a game at the stadium.
We'll be gone all day. I won't be too late."
He heard the intake of her breath as he leaned to kiss
her on the cheek. Karen turned her head and looked him
in the eye. "Chris, we need to talk."
"I know. Mom, I'm sorry, really I am, but I can't help
it, it's just... I don't know... you're not like a mom,
or other moms. I think, I think you're beautiful. I
just can’t stop looking at you, thinking about you. I
can't help what I've been doing and I'm sorry."
Of all the things Chris could have said he had blurted
out the one thing that could cool her anger. He loved
her, even thought she, his mom, was beautiful.
Karen looked away as she whispered, "I love you Chris,
but, honey, are you forgetting I'm your mother? What's
been happening lately isn't proper behavior between a
mother and her son."
"Mom, you told me to be careful about what I'm doing.
That it's not a game. Well I'm sure of what I'm doing,
of what I want."
"Chris, I didn't really mean that. What you're thinking
just can't happen, honey, it just can't. Listen, Chris,
we'll talk more when you get home. You go have a good
time today. I have to go in to work for awhile but I
won't be late."
As he left she propped her head up in her hands. What
she was going to do about her son humping her on the
living room floor. She knew that was what he was doing.
An unbidden thought flashed through her mind chilling
her... "Mothers didn't do that with their sons." Even
worse was trying to excuse her reaction, explain why
she was moist, "No, tell the truth Karen. You were
fucking drenched when you went to bed. You were aching
for it." The well of tears filling her eyes and wetting
her cheeks couldn't wash away her fear, of Chris, of
herself.
It was a quiet afternoon at work. Karen was pretty much
alone in the office and was able to get a lot of paper
work out of the way. John had stopped in to ask if
there was any news on the contract for the building
they looked at Friday. She sat there now not believing
her behavior.
She couldn't stop glancing at his slacks, wondering if
he had a hard-on again. She had swung her desk chair
around several times crossing her legs, allowing her
skirt to slide far up her thighs. If he had only known,
all he had to do was just... touch her. But he was just
a junior contract attorney, much younger and wouldn't
have dared. Her fingers rubbed her brow and eyes, "God
what was she becoming. Just a fucking old frustrated
bitch?"
Karen stopped for a salad at the deli and went home. It
was getting late. She went out on the deck and pulled
the cover off the spa and turned it on. She threw her
clothes in the hamper and pulled on an old bikini she
used that the chlorine had faded and was turning to
strings. Laying back, the warm foaming water was
quickly and incredibly relaxing.
"Hey, there you are. I was yelling for you in the
house."
"Oh, hi Chris. I was just out here trying to relax. God
this feels so good on my poor body. Get in and tell me
about your day."
"Ok, be right back."
Chris ran up to his room kicking off his clothes and
pulled on some old swim trunks. He stepped into the spa
and sat across from his mom. Karen's head lay back, the
water swirling around the smooth slope of her breasts.
It looked as if she were almost asleep, or at least
mesmerized by the warm agitating water. Only seconds
slipped by before Chris felt his cock lengthening,
slipping down his thigh.
Karen closed her eyes. She could smell his maleness.
His hands were searing her thighs. He pushed her skirt
higher as she opened her legs, her hips pleading for
his fingertips to move higher, to invade her. She
reached down rubbing her hand over the entrancing
hardness that was so obvious under the material of his
pants. Her fingers fumbled slightly then unfastened and
pulled the zipper down. Karen reached to fill her hand
with the warm hard length of him. The tip of her tongue
touched her lips as she began to lean forward pulling
him closer. She wanted him in her mouth, to taste him,
feel the rigid hardness. Her lips opened with a soft
whimper of need as...
The music jingle jarred Karen out of her thoughts, and
without thinking she pulled up from the swirling water
and turned flipping open her cell phone.
"Jane. Oh God Jane I think you just woke me from the
hottest dream. I'm sitting in the spa." she whispered.
"Oh I'm sorry, wanna get back to it?"
"No, Chris is here anyway. So, what's up?"
"Karen, You just have to go to that party at the
Robert's with me. They have the biggest social event of
the year."
"Oh I don't know. I don't think so Jane. I've really
been tired lately."
"Come on Karen. There will be some unattached men there
and you could use one, literally. I think that's your
biggest problem. You need a good..."
"JANE, don't say it, just don't."
"Well, a good screwing is great for stress and I think
you've been under a lot of stress. A hot dream just
won't do it."
"Maybe you're right. Maybe I will go. I need to get
out, but not to get... whatever..."
Chris watched as she kneeled on the spa seat leaning
over the side talking. He was surprised at the thin
bikini bottoms his mother was wearing. They were
threadbare from age and the spa chlorine. He could only
stare at the thin strip of material barely covering her
pussy.
Carefully he slipped forward to a position behind her
listening as she chatted away to Jane. The soft curve
between her cheeks beckoned him. His cock had grown to
achingly large proportions and he was fairly gasping
for breath thinking about what he was going to do. His
heart was pounding in his ears... throat catching,
terrified, yet he was incapable of stopping.
He positioned himself directly behind his mom only
inches away. Forgetting all consequences, he reached
down and pulled his cock free of his swimsuit. Chris
pushed himself downward and thrust forward. His
maddeningly hard cock easily slipped between her legs
and he suddenly found himself pressed tightly between
her thighs and resting against the thin material.
"Ohhh, God Chris," Karen shrieked, "Ohhh, no.... NO."
Chris had leaned against Karen and his head was close
enough to hear Jane on the phone.
"What's wrong, Karen? What's going on?" Jane asked.
"Ahh...ahh ohhh.... Chris just poured ice... I have to
go... later Jane, Bye," Karen cried out as she dropped
the cell phone.
Chris pushed his hands around her waist until they met
under her breasts. He could feel the weight of them
resting on his wrists. His cock got harder as he leaned
forward a little more, trapping her against the spa...
burying himself even deeper between her thighs.
Karen squirmed, trying to get free of her son's grasp,
but only succeeded in creating a sensual motion between
them. She could feel his hardness pressing against her,
feel it throbbing, pressing upwards...
"Chris, no, no, honey, don't do this. You shouldn't
have your, your... against me like that. I'm your
mother. Stop it... GODDAMMIT STOP IT CHRIS!"
Chris lowered himself slightly and then pushed inward
and upward against her, lifting her higher, her toes
just grazing the spa now. The swirling water pushed
against her legs.
"Uhhhh," Karen grunted as Chris drove harder between
her thighs, rubbing across the thin material of her
bottoms. She felt her herself clench tightly... shivers
of warmth... her knees weakening...
"Chris honey, please... you shouldn't want your own
mother like this. Come on, please Chris, let me go, let
me down."
She continued to struggle, but in the last year he had
become a lot bigger and stronger than she. The
struggling only increased the movement between their
bodies. As he again thrust between her thighs she tried
pulling up, leaning over the spa to scramble away but
only succeeded in allowing her thighs to open further
as she tried to move.
She had forgotten his hands. As she leaned forward, his
hands slid higher pushing her bikini top up and
suddenly he had both hands on her breasts. Her nipples
pressed into his palms and Chris quickly began kneading
her breasts, his thumbs tormenting her nipples. Karen
squirmed harder than before.
"Chris, quit. Let go of my... oh God stop it Chris,
quit feeling me like that."
Karen was gasping, her heart pounding... she could feel
his hardness burning between her thighs. Karen tried to
pull one leg up to hook her knee over the edge to
scramble free. She couldn't reach it and the
foolishness of the move became apparent. The movements
of his cock and her struggles had pushed and pulled the
threadbare material of her bikini bottoms to the side.
She could feel the warm bare hardness against her; feel
him sliding back and forth across her moist skin as he
held her.
Chris slipped between warm lips that were already wet
from her dream and now ready for him with the onset of
her body's betrayal. Karen shrieked with desperation as
she realized what was going to happen, that he was
actually going to slip inside her any second. The
enticing hardness pulled away, then moved against her
pressing upwards. Karen caught her breath freezing as
she felt him beginning to push inside her.
Chris paused moving his hands to her hips. Karen
instantly reached for the deck pulling away and turning
over. Her bottoms were nearly pulled to her knees. She
looked, gasped as she seen her son's cock pointing at
her hard and twitching... his face inches from the pink
folds bare from the wet curls... they both paused.
Karen had stopped struggling, gasping for breath as the
shock of their closeness registered. Her body screamed
for his lips to touch her.
Before she could fully understand, instincts seduced
her. Inconceivably her eyes closed... waiting. For a
mere second, longer than either of them would have
believed, they paused, each feeling the incredible
sexuality between them. But the moment escaped, when he
could have taken her.
Grasping a fleeing sanity Karen pushed herself back on
the deck grabbing her bottoms and pulling them up. The
shock of pausing face to face had caused him to relax
his hold around her. Karen stood pulling her top down
over her breasts.
"Chris, Chris, my God, oh Chris. What the hell are you
doing, what are we doing?" she wailed. "You have to
stop this right now. This has to stop. You act like
you're trying to... to screw me. God dammit you can't
do this baby. I'm not some fucking whore you can
just... just do. We just, we just can't." as she began
crying, trembling, her arms hugging herself. "I'm so
afraid. You scare me Chris. I scare me."
Chris had never heard his mother swear and cry before
in anger.
He hung his head dejectedly. Getting out of the spa he
moved close to hug her but quickly stepped back as he
felt his still hard cock press against her hip.
She screamed as she felt the hardness brush stiffly
against her, "NO, no get away. Please, Chris, stop."
"Mom, I love you. I love you so much I can't stand it.
I can't think of anything but you."
Karen moved further away, trying to calm herself.
"Listen Chris," as she brushed the rivulets of tears
from her cheeks. "I love you too. I'm your mother,
we're supposed to love each other but... not like this.
Not like a girlfriend-boyfriend or a husband-wife love.
As far as my responding, women's bodies sometimes react
to sexual contacts that they don't really want. I'll
admit it, I feel flattered. It felt good when you were
against me.
"After all you are very manly, strong and sexually well
endowed, well, any girl would have wanted to respond.
But the reality is I didn't want you to continue. It
was... started out... a game kind of, just playing. I'm
so sorry it got out of control or you thought the wrong
things of me. As for your wanting to... do it with me,
well, honey, men and boys want to screw anything with a
warm place to put it."
Karen laughed to try to take the sting out of the
rebuke and to lessen the tension between them.
"That's not true, mom, most of the girls in school
don't even interest me. And they don't act interested
in me either. They never have."
"Oh Chris that's because you grew a little slower. It's
not true now. They are just being coy; they don't want
you to know. My baby is big and strong and handsome.
But Chris, this thing has to stop. You can't go around
trying to have sex with your mother. Now why don't you
go to your room and cool off a little. Maybe we both
need to call it a night."
Chris went to his room and stretched out on the bed.
His mom claimed she didn't want to do it, but he was
sure that was her head talking not her body. He had to
get her thinking with her body. He knew she had felt
him, wanted it... remembered that one second at the
spa, knew insanity had offered her to him, and he let
it get away. He smiled as he began to think of what he
could do. He would not give up.
Karen sank into a steaming bath. Her nipples still
ached from his fingers. Her thighs were still
trembling, the swells of her pussy ached with desire.
It had been so close, she shuddered... If he had gotten
inside her... or if he had moved forward that one crazy
second. "Oh My God," Karen thought, "I would never have
been able to stop him. Had he held me just a little
longer, he would have been inside me. He would have,
would have taken me."
Her will was still stronger than his. Karen knew she
couldn't just stop everything like nothing had ever
happened. Did she dare allow a little sexual play to
occur between herself and her son? She wouldn't let him
do anything to her of course, but would a little
playing really hurt anyone? Could she control him if
she set the rules ahead of time? Karen knew she was
rationalizing, making it seem less a violation, yet
wanting desperately to keep him under some control. She
would set the rules and pick the time to keep him from
getting so aggressive.
Karen relaxed closing her eyes. The hot water steamed
away all the crazy things that had been happening. Her
hands caressed her thighs, toying with the soft
sensitive skin as her fingers slipped higher. Humming
softly as searching fingers slipped between the puffy
folds, moving higher to gently circle her clit. A glow
of inner warmth spread through her as her fingertips
teased and toyed.
Her lips parted slightly as her fingers slipped lower,
sliding inside her then back up to gently circle her
clit. Her legs closed tightening her thighs against her
hand as Karen slipped her fingers back inside her. Her
hips slowly twisted as she turned in her chair in her
office, her fingers reaching out, fumbling, leaning,
her lips parting...
Karen's eyes opened. She shook her head pulling herself
from the tub wondering what was getting into her. The
water had cooled making her wonder how long she had
been there. She toweled off, pulled on panties, a t-
shirt and took a couple PM headache capsules. Her
pillow called to her knowing tonight she would sleep.
Karen lay there, waiting for the pills to take her
away. Her body, warm from her bath, ached with a need
far too long ignored. She glanced at her dresser, got
up and moved quietly across the darkness. She lay back
pulling her knees up, her fingers splayed over the
slope of her mound gently pulling the warm skin. Her
warm latex toy moved in little circles over her clit,
slipped down pressing between the folds and then pushed
inside her. Her hand moved gently in and out as the
other moved in slow circles over her clit. Karen sobbed
in frustration turning to her side. She pulled her
pillow to her hugging it to her breast.
Chris turned the shut down his computer and looked up
at the clock. It was late. He took his shower, pulled
his pajama bottoms on and padded quietly back to his
room. He had thought a lot and realized he had been a
jerk and felt bad about it, but he just couldn't help
himself. He didn't want her to be mad or hurt. Chris
slipped off his bed, thinking she might be in her room
reading. He walked down the dark hall and pushed her
door open.
He stood there agape. The soft dim moonlight caressed
her skin, casting her bed in a faint glow. She lay
hugging her pillow to her, her t-shirt on, one knee
pulled up. His eyes fixated on the gentle curve of her
bare hip tapering down seemingly forever. The smooth
crevice between her thighs disappeared in shadowed
darkness. He didn't know how long he had stood there
holding his breath as his heart pounded in his chest.
Chris stepped into the room slightly closing the door
behind him, his eyes adjusting to the dimness. Silently
he stepped over to his mom's sleeping figure. Watching
quietly, he realized just how beautiful she looked.
With eyes watching for the slightest movement and
listening for the any change in her breathing, he
reached out for the curve of her hip.
The softness of her skin… Chris caressed her thigh, his
fingertips slipped closer to the place he wanted so
much to touch. He closed his eyes trying to calm his
nerves.
His fingertips touched soft curls. Pausing, moving ever
so slowly he pressed them deeper moving forward over
the soft swells. Her thighs were warm against the sides
of his hand. Pausing again to watch for her stirring he
slipped his fingers between the warm folds. Slowly,
carefully moving them back and forth, holding his
breath he watched her. Chris continued to caress the
warm folds of her pussy and felt a moistness dampen his
fingertips, the skin clinging to his fingers… and now,
the moistness easing his way as his fingertips slipped
easily over the once clinging lips.
His breath caught, her dildo and bottle of lubricant
was laying at her side. He carefully pulled away taking
it in his hand and quickly coating it with the slippery
lotion.
He carefully pressed it between soft mounds of her
pussy as his fingers now wet with warm oil easily slid
over her, caressing her clit. He slowly moved the
pliant hardness up and down pressing slightly deeper
each time. Then, slowing... so gently pushing... he
felt her resist, then suddenly surrender, opening to
accept and almost pull the warm length of it inside
her.
Chris froze and watched as his mom hugged her pillow
tighter, then press her face deeper into the warm soft
material. Trembling with impatience and gripping his
nerves he pressed deeper moving the length of it
slowly, carefully back and forth inside her. He felt
her squeeze tightly against his movements. Her hips
pressed slightly upwards.
Chris felt dizzy with excitement. Sliding his hand down
over the rounded curve, his fingers through the dark
tangled curls, he watched as his fingertips opened her
pouting lips wider then moved to slowly circle the
bareness of her clit. The warm folds were clinging to
the soft life-like toy, enclosing it as he pressed
deeper. He paused hearing his mom lightly gasp.
Watching her, Chris almost groaned in relief as he
realized she was still asleep. She was dreaming. Her
hips pressed up seeking and feeling her move he pushed
deeper.
His mom hugged her pillow tighter, clinging to it, her
hips slowly moving to a distant pleasure, a distant
love as she dreamed. He heard her breathing quicken as
he literally fucked her with the dildo. Chris pushed
the elastic over his erect cock and let his pajama
bottoms slip to the floor. Reaching up he gently took
his mom's hand and pulled it to the side of the bed,
pressing his hardness into her palm.
He paused, waited for what seemed an eternity as her
fingers closed around him. Her hand slowly moved. He
watched in pleasurable agony as Karen's hand moved over
his cock, slipping to the tip, then downward pulling
the skin tight... suddenly stopping... so still. His
heart stopping as his mom pulled the pillow away.
Karen moaned. "Oh GOD, Chris, NOOOOO! ... oh God NO!
What are you doing?!" she wailed.
Karen tried to sit up just to collapse back on the
sheets. Her breath came in ragged gasps. His hand
pressed against her hips as he continued the tormenting
rhythm inside her.
Chris could feel her hips lifting and her thighs
tightening. Knew that she wouldn't stop if he held her,
that she couldn't stop. He glanced back to see her arms
hugging her pillow tightly. Chris bent down and ran the
tip of his tongue over her clit, smiling as he heard
her gasp of pleasure. Chris felt her hand on his thigh
moving. Looking down as her fingers closed over his
cock, the tip glistening from wetness. Then, her hand,
moving... faster. He bent back down to pull her clit
between his lips as her hips thrust against the
hardness now pushing quickly inside her.
He knew he couldn't hold off much longer. He tried to
move, pulling the dildo from her wanting inside her, to
get over her and between her thighs but Karen held on
to him tightly. Chris looked back at her. Karen was
watching him. Her lips were parted with passion and
desire.
Her hoarse whisper, "No baby... no, this way.... only
this way..." as her hand slid faster pulling on him
tighter. "Please, please," she gasped. "Inside me, put
it inside me. Hurry." Her other hand reached down
helping guide him to her.
Chris turned and leaning down he pushed deeper inside
her as Karen's hips lifted, her moans louder. He could
feel her stomach muscles tighten against his hand,
heard her whisper becoming a moan as his hand moved
quickly back and forth.
"Oh God... oh God... there.... oh there... it's
cumming... now... oh now... Ohhhhhhh Goooddddd
nowwwwwwww... Cccummiinnngg!!"
He felt her shudder as her thighs clenched tightly. Her
knees pulled up pushing him away.
Karen laid there, her breasts heaving, out of breath.
She turned looking at Chris still standing there.
"Come here baby, you still need to cum don't you?"
Karen began a slow movement of her hand up and down.
Pausing at the top to tickle and caress the sensitive
ridge around the head. Chris groaned; his eyes locked
on to the exotic sight. Then she squeezed him tightly
and slid down the shaft, back and forth cupping him
with her free hand. Her hand now slippery she began
rapid strokes up and down. She stared, disbelieving,
thinking to herself, "My God... I didn't realize...
he's so hard, my Chris."
Chris thrust his hips forward as the speed of Karen's
hands increased. She stared at the purple head
disappearing and emerging from the top of her hand. She
heard Chris's moan, felt it grow in her hand and knew.
Karen quickly leaned forward touching the tip with her
lips as his warm cum spurt against them, slipping down
her cheek to her arm and against her breast.
Then, it was over.
Karen sat there at the edge of the bed. They had
crossed the line, she blamed herself, and she should
have seen it coming, stopped it. "But my God I needed
that so bad," she thought.
She looked up at Chris, smiled, and patted him on the
thigh, "Go to bed honey, this was once in a lifetime,
not again... OK? No more."
As he left and she walked to her bathroom tasting him
on her lips, wondering, how she would stop him. She had
held him off, kept him from getting inside her. Yet,
would she be able to the next time he tried? She knew
he would try again. He would not stop until she let him
have her. She would fight it.
As Karen lay back down in her bed she wondered how she
would feel, how Chris would feel if she let him have
her. If the tension between them would die. She hated
the tension between them. They had always been so
close. Karen closed her eyes. Tomorrow, another day.
She wondered who she was fighting, and if she would
win. Was she just putting off the inevitable?
She suddenly sat up. "Chris, Chris, come here... Chris,
come here..."
To be continued...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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