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A Mother's Dilemma - 2
by Solrac (fast_sol@yahoo.com)

***

Can a Mother's love become more? Would jealousy drive 
her closer? (F/m-teen, reluc, inc)
 
***

Chris, still in a sexual daze, left his room and walked 
tentatively down the hallway at his mom's call. As he 
reached her door he braced himself for what was coming. 
He knew he had gone way too far, but he had been right. 
She had wanted it. She had really wanted it. He turned 
and stepped into her room.

"Chris... Chris, come he... no, I... uh, Chris I... I 
just wanted to tell you goodnight honey. Don't be 
upset. Don't think I'm angry, I mean, I am but it's not 
just your doing. I'm upset that I let things get so 
completely out of hand. Everything just... just got out 
of control. We'll get past this and we'll talk. 
Tomorrow morning we'll have a nice breakfast together 
and everything will be fine. We'll make everything 
fine. We can't let this come between us."

In an attempt to lessen the tension she forced a smile, 
"And I'll put the laundry in the chute tomorrow, ok? 
Chris? Promise?"

Chris mumbled a little shamefaced, "Yeah, I guess so."

"Goodnight Chris."

"Goodnight mom."

"Hey, uh... mom."

"Yes?"

"I... uh... never mind, nothing."

"Chris, it's ok. I'll be ok. We'll be ok. It just, 
happened."

Karen lay back pulling her sheet tightly to her chin, 
her insides shaking. She closed her eyes, trembling at 
how close she had come to asking him to lie down with 
her. She wanted to be held, needed to be held so much, 
missed the feel of a man's strength enclosing her, the 
smell of his skin, his hands holding her breasts. She 
just had so little time for relationships. The men at 
her office were such jerks and most of them her 
subordinate. 

She turned gazing at the luminous LED of her clock and 
once again felt the hard length of Chris in her hand, 
the warm smooth skin. Eyes closed, her fingertips 
lightly touched as her hand again caressed... her lips 
softly pulled apart as she felt the warm wetness splash 
against them and fall to her breast. The tip of her 
tongue touched her bottom lip as her teeth lightly bit, 
her hunger aching, scolding her that she had not pushed 
her lips over him...

With a soft cry of despair she turned to her back. 
Somehow, she had to control him, control herself. Could 
she deny him and keep their closeness. She mustn't lose 
him, yet, if he continued to push her what could she 
do. Could she play this game just a little, and yet 
keep him at some arm's length?

She got out of bed and walked to her son's room pushing 
the door open peering into the darkness. She walked to 
the edge of his bed.

"Chris."

"Yeah mom."

"Chris, will you hold me. Just hold me for a little 
while if I lie down?"

"Sure mom."

"I just want you to hold me, that's all. Just for a 
little while, please Chris?" she quietly asked laying 
down and turning her back to him.

Chris put his arm around her pulling her close, yet 
trying to keep his hand from her breast. He felt 
himself stirring and lengthening against her. Karen 
tensed and Chris began to pull away.

"No, it's ok Chris, I understand. It doesn't bother me, 
just hold me and I'll get up in a minute."

Karen's eyes fluttered, opening in some confusion then 
remembering where she was. Chris' hand was holding her 
breast, his hips and legs were folded tightly against 
her. She could feel the outline of him pressed to her. 
He was asleep. Pulling his hand tightly to her, her 
hips instinctively pressed against him. She could 
barely remember when she had felt so warm, comfortable. 
Pushing herself away Karen got up and silently went 
back to her room. 

"Good morning Chris. Here baby, sit down. I have your 
breakfast ready. I think after we eat and I clean up 
the kitchen I'll run down and have the car washed. I 
won't have a minute to do it next week."

They ate quietly with a nervousness and hesitant 
smiles.

"I have to run to the office for a couple hours after I 
have the car cleaned. Then I'm meeting Jane for lunch 
and we're going shopping at the outlet mall out on the 
edge of town. I may be late. Is there anything you want 
me to pick up for you?"

"Uh... no. Hey, mom, look, I'm sorry, last night I 
didn't mean... I just.. I don't know."

Karen's heart ached at the misery on her son's face, 
his eyes filling with tears. Reaching across the table 
she lay her hand over his.

"No Chris, stop. It's ok. We're ok. It, it just 
happened. I'm still your Mother and you're still my son 
and I love you so very very much. I don't want us to be 
sorry for what happened, but, we can't keep up with 
this tension between us. I can't think, I can't work. I 
never know what you're going to do. I don't know, but 
we'll work it out."

She got up moving around the table to hold his head 
against her breast and kissed him on the forehead.

"Now lets just try to forget it for now, ok? So tell 
me, what are your plans for today?"

"I don't know mom, mess around the house some. Maybe 
catch a ride or walk down to the Garden Center and see 
what I'm going to be doing. I'm going to start as soon 
as schools out."

"Well, before you leave be an angel. While I'm cleaning 
up here get the dirty clothes out of your room and 
start the wash, ok?"

"Yeah, sure mom."

He heard the door swing closed and the car start as his 
mom backed out of the drive. Chris closed his eyes and 
felt the fullness of her breasts against his cheek when 
she hugged him at the table. He had watched the soft 
curves of her ass stretch her skirt as she turned and 
walked across the kitchen. An instant stirring forced 
him to shake off the thought. A long walk to the Garden 
Center would pass some time and expend some of the pent 
up energy he felt.

Chris found where he would punch the clock and what his 
starting duties were to be. Some of the people that 
worked there knew Chris and his Mother and they were 
glad he would be joining them for the summer. 

The woman showing him around pointed out the huge array 
of flowers they had in stock. It seemed every time she 
leaned to point at something she brushed her almost 
matronly large breasts against his arm.

"This is a perfect place to work Chris. You're right 
here where you don't have any excuse not to pick up 
some flowers for your girlfriend. You do have a 
girlfriend don't you?" 

"Uh, yeah, yeah I guess I do, kind of." 

"Well here, take this vase of spring mix. It's marked 
down and she will love them. Don't you know we women 
love flowers. You men are so... well anyway tell the 
cashier I said to give you the employee discount and 
the sale price because your going to be working here."

"Thanks Mrs. Sovell."

"Oh don't worry about it, and Chris honey, don't call 
me Mrs. Sovell. Please, call me Joan."

The cute girl at the register looked him over and asked 
who the flowers were for. Chris stammered out that they 
were for his Mom. With a little brighter smile she told 
him how sweet he was to get them for his Mother and 
that she was really happy that he would be working with 
them this summer. Chris blushed and mumbled a quick 
thanks.

He caught a ride home with a customer he knew. Setting 
the vase on the kitchen table Chris went to his room 
and changed into a pair of gym shorts. His mom's 
exercise bike and a weight bench were in the spare room 
and he flipped on the radio as he lay back on the bench 
to work out a little.

"Karen... Karen, wake up!" Jane called out as Karen 
stood staring into the store window. "Where are you 
today? Or for that matter for the last week. Is 
everything all right at home? At work? You just seem 
really out of sorts. Come on, lets go sit for a 
minute."

"I'll get us some coffee and you tell me what's going 
on."

"I don't know Jane. It's just that some days, most 
days, I think Chris is about to make me crazy. He's too 
old for the teenage years but he grew up a lot slower 
than his class for some reason and he really missed all 
that, which was wonderful for me at the time. It just 
seems like he's deep into them now and one minute I 
think I want to strangle him and the next I want to 
love him to pieces."

Looking over the edge of her styrofoam cup Jane asked, 
"Ok, so whats he doing?"

"I think it's his hormones raging. I swear Jane I think 
he's just a walking hard-on."

Jane shrieked with laughter. "Oh my God Karen. Is that 
all? Are you kidding? Then find him a girlfriend. My 
God he's so hot. Have you ever really looked at him? I 
can't believe the girls aren't calling him day and 
night. He looks like a Greek God. On second thought, 
just send him over to my house. I'll work off those 
hormones for you."

"Now how are you going to do that?"

"I'm going to fuck him all day long."

"JANE! Oh God Jane don't you say such a thing. You 
wouldn't!"

"Oh wouldn't I? I would fuck the boy silly, and while I 
was at it I would teach him how to treat a woman. 

"Hush Jane, someone will hear you."

"Well, there are things he needs to know. Things a 
Mother can't teach, or maybe not anyway. Well, Karen, I 
would. An older woman would do well to show a young man 
how to treat a girlfriend or wife. Some night during 
her moment of bliss, his lovely wife will thank me. 
And, while I'm teaching... it would be nice to have 
some of that delicious young manhood sending little 
shivers and quivers of delight all over me."

"JANE, that's my son we're talking about. Now stop."

"He's working at the Garden Center this summer isn't 
he?"

"Yeah, he starts the week after next I think."

"I know a couple of the girls that are working there. 
Those wild hormones will be taken care of soon enough 
Karen."

"Jane, I don't want him in any kind of trouble with 
some young girl. He has college, an education to worry 
about. He just wants a job and that would be a 
wonderful place for him to work."

"Karen, I didn't say anything about young girls."

"JANE, God you're impossible. I don't want my son 
messing around with any of those females down there, 
young or old. He has a future to look out for."

"Mmmmmmm well, I do have a few things he could do at my 
house. Like... me?"

"That's enough. You've got me a nervous wreck now. I 
won't be able to trust you around him, or those little 
summer bitches at the Center. I have to get home. I 
haven't anything laid out for supper and now you about 
have me sick with worry."

Jane laughed as she got up kissing Karen on the cheek, 
"Well, all right dear. Maybe I'll give him a ride home 
from work some day."

Grabbing her purse and laughing with her as they parted 
Karen warned, "You stay away from my son. If anyone is 
going to corrupt him I will."

In shock, Karen suddenly realized what she had said as 
she walked down the concourse towards the exit. "Oh my 
God, I can't believe I said that. Surely Jane didn't 
hear, or make anything of it," she thought.

As she drove home she bemoaned the thought of the girls 
working at the Center as well as Jane. In a moment of 
thought, seriously, would she rather it be one of those 
girls or someone like Jane? At least an older woman 
wouldn't be trouble. And Jane was right about most men 
being such louts when it came to knowing what a woman 
needed and wanted.

Chris groaned as he pushed up the barbell one more time 
and rested it on the supports. He lay there waiting for 
his arms to relax. His thoughts soon turned to the girl 
working the register at the Garden Center. She was 
really hot but the image of Mrs. Sovell, Joan, soon 
replaced her. She wasn't too much older than his mom. 
He could still see the soft curve of her breast as it 
disappeared at the white edge of her bra. Her full 
breasts strained against the material of her blouse as 
she twisted, turned and bent over showing him the 
garden stock. She had the soft full rounded hips of an 
older woman and yet still promised a nice figure hidden 
beneath her clothes.

A stirring beneath his gym shorts, slowly reached 
uncomfortably down his thigh. Chris reached down 
pushing his shorts below his hips and wrapped his hand 
around the growing member. Eyes closed, his hand began 
moving up and down the rigid length as his thoughts 
returned to Mrs Sovell... Joan.

Karen stood in the kitchen, her eyes misted in tears 
looking at the flowers Chris had brought home for her. 
They were so beautiful. Her heart was melting at his 
thoughtfulness. He could be such an angel when he 
wanted to be. She heard the radio from the spare room 
and walked down the hall to hug him and thank him for 
being so sweet.

Staring in shock, and then captivated, Karen stood 
quietly at the doorway watching her son move his hand 
up and down the hard swollen shaft. Closing her eyes, 
she couldn't remember, perhaps it was the way he was 
laying, that made it look like... he looked so big... 
As she watched agape unbidden thoughts tugged at her. 
Who was he thinking of? Was he thinking of one of those 
girls? Of Jane? No, God no she was being silly, not 
Jane, yet she could not stop gazing at his movements 
and wondering with the slightest tinge of... jealousy?

Chris suddenly opened his eyes and looked toward the 
door. "Oh Jeez mom, I'm sorry. I swear I didn't know 
you were home. Mom I'm sorry," as he began to sit up.

Grasping her courage before she fled, Karen walked 
quickly across the carpet with the corner of her lip 
turned up in a slight smirk.

"What Chris? You think you know how to do that better 
than me? Better than a woman?" Kneeling down next to 
the bench she pushed her hair back and smugly quipped, 
"This is only yours to carry around. It actually 
belongs to women, or someday your wife. So, I'll show 
you how you should really do it."

Her small hand slipped around the base of the swollen 
shaft. Slowly Karen began moving her hand up and down 
the length of him. She reached with the palm of her 
other hand and lightly circled the rounded tip 
spreading the little droplets that her grasp was 
coaxing from him. Fingertips lightly caressed the 
underside of the velvet curve as her hand continued its 
slow rhythm. 

Reaching lower her hand carefully held his balls, 
lightly squeezing each time her hand stroked downward. 
Over and over her hand slowly slid up and down his 
cock. Her long nails softly scratched the wrinkled skin 
below as they moved upwards toward the base and finally 
pushed her other hand higher on the rigid warmth.

Both hands now encircled him and began to move quicker 
pumping up and down. Karen slid them together, the 
fingertips and the heels of her palms touching as she 
now held his throbbing cock between them slightly 
rocking back and forth as they caressed up and down the 
hard length. Her heart pounding Karen gave a soft cry 
at the sight between her hands. The swollen reddish 
tip, the veins slipping down the length disappearing 
beneath her hands, skin pulling tight as she moved her 
hands downward and the little beads of slipperiness as 
she slid upwards. She closed her eyes and leaned 
forward pressing the warm tip against her cheek as her 
hands continued to slide up and down.

Chris couldn't believe what his mom was doing. The 
incredible feeling of her hands. He knew he couldn't 
wait much longer, felt the tightening, his muscles 
tensing, fingertips digging into the bench. He had 
watched his mom, her lips lightly parted as she stared 
entranced, heard her quiet wail of need as she pressed 
his cock to her cheek.

"Mom, oh God mom, It's...it's... I can't wait..."

He looked down at her holding him tightly against her 
cheek. Without thought he reached down grabbing his 
cock pressing it to her lips.

"Chris, no, noooo," she moaned trying to turn away but 
his hand followed pushing harder.

Karen could feel him begin to thrust harder, his hips 
beginning to lift. She held him tighter waiting for the 
rush of wetness. Startled as his hand moved over hers 
pressing the rigid tip against her lips, she turned 
trying to move away. Chris pressed harder forcing his 
cock against her. With an aching cry of abandon Karen 
took him pulling him deeply into her mouth. With a moan 
of hunger she moved her lips quickly up and down his 
cock.

"Mom, Jeezzz mom I'm... I'm going to cummmm... 
please..."

Karen's hand moved furiously pumping up and down the 
throbbing hardness. Her lips barely caressed the tip as 
she whispered, "Ok baby, ok, come on Chris... come 
on... cum for me... come on baby... please, cum for 
me... yes... oh yes, oh God there it is... there it 
is... cummmmm baby..." She quickly slipped her lips 
over him as the warm spurts of cum covered her tongue. 
Karen quickly swallowed as Chris groaned and spilled 
more cum into her. Her lips slid tightly up and down 
the length of his cock as her hands squeezed the last 
drops from him.

Patting him on the stomach she pushed to her feet. 

Karen whispered with a voice thick with a need of her 
own, "There Chris, now that's how you do it."

As she turned the corner from the doorway she ran down 
the hall and up the stairs to her room. Closing the 
door behind her she leaned back against it gasping, her 
heart pounding. Her hand slipped beneath her skirt to 
touch her panties now soaked with her desire. She 
hurried to her dresser reaching for her dildo and the 
bottle of lubricant. Kicking out of her panties and 
skirt she fell to the bed in a moan as she poured the 
slippery liquid into her hand and spread it over warm 
folds of her pussy. Karen pressed the hardness between 
the slippery swells and a soft cry escaped her as she 
moved to take the entire length inside her warm 
opening.

As her hand moved back and forth between her thighs, 
behind closed eyes Karen was entranced. The sight of 
her hands wrapped around Chris' cock. The velvety soft 
feel brushing against her cheek as she held it tightly 
to her, the warmth as it throbbed beneath the touch of 
her fingertips... the feel of the warm hardness as her 
lips slid over him, the wetness spilling inside her 
mouth covering her cheeks, tongue... she tensed turning 
to her side thighs closing tightly... an aching cry of 
release.

It was the last week of school as Chris tentatively 
stepped into the kitchen. His mom had stayed in her 
room though he thought her heard her once after he went 
to bed.

"Good morning Chris. I loved the flowers, they're 
beautiful. That was so sweet of you. Did you pick them 
out?"

"Uh, no, Mrs. Slovell helped at the Garden Center when 
she was showing me around."

"Well, I don't believe I know her."

She's kind of nice. Told me to call her Joan but I 
don't know. She's alot older."

"Older? Well, I hope you mean older than me. I guess 
you should call her what ever she wants. Is she your 
supervisor?"

"Yeah, sort of. I guess I'll be working with her most 
of the time."

"Well, I should meet her sometime."

"Sure mom. Hey, I have to go or I'll be late."

Chris hesitantly leaned forward, then kissed his mom on 
the cheek.

Karen watched as her son walked down the drive. Mrs. 
Scovill? Joan? Her lips tightening she decided she 
would have to meet this Mrs. Scovill that wanted her 
son to call her Joan. The phone rang and she walked to 
the counter to answer.

"Hello."

"Karen, how are you today? Feeling better I hope?"

"Jane, yeah, much better actually. Maybe I just needed 
some rest."

"Well, you had me worried. Is Chris available to do a 
couple of things for me this afternoon?"

"What? uh, oh... JANE," Karen laughed, "You leave your 
hands off my son you wanton bitch. I remember what you 
said."

"Oh, well then, I guess you decided to follow your own 
advice?"

"Well Jane, just what advice was that?"

Jane laughed, "Well if you're not going to let me 
corrupt him, then I guess you've decided to do it 
yourself? Remember? You said?"

Karen stood stunned. Her heart skipped as she tried to 
regain her breath, her voice.

"Karen? Karen, I didn't drop the call did I? Are you 
still there?"

She forced her heart to slow, "Jane, that's uh... 
silly. You can't imagine... you can't think...?"

"Oh Karen, I'm just kidding. I'm glad to hear you're 
feeling better. I do want to stop over later. I need to 
drop off your carpet cleaner I borrowed and I've bought 
this wine I heard of that you'll just love. I got a 
bottle for you too so I'll see you about five, ok?"

"Sure, stop on by. I'll make sure I'm home from work by 
then. I'll stop and pick up something for us at that 
new Italian place. You can have a bite to eat here... 
Yeah... ok.... bye."

Swinging around and glancing at her watch she had to 
grab her purse, briefcase and rush for the door.

Jane pulled the cork on the wine, filling their 
glasses.

"Where's Chris? Isn't he awfully late?"

"I don't know. He may have had something after school. 
He should be along soon. Why?"

"I just hoped to see him. It's been a few weeks."

"Maybe he stopped at the Garden Center for something. I 
swear Jane, he brought me the nicest flowers. Over 
there on the counter, see."

"And who suggested them?"

"Well probably his supervisor at work. But it was sweet 
of him to bring them to me?"

"Who is she, did he say?"

"A Mrs. Sovell I think? Joan, she told him to call her 
Joan."

"Hmmm, I know her. She's married to the branch manager 
at the bank just down the street from there."

"Is she nice?"

"I think so. She's alone a lot and that's why she 
works. I think they make him put in a lot of hours. 
Here have some more wine."

"Jane, it's my third glass. I can barely speak without 
slurring now. You know I rarely drink."

"Oh quit whining," with both of them laughing at that 
and turning at the sound of the door.

"Hey, Hi Chris, we've been waiting for you. Well, at 
least I have. I think your Mother has had one or two or 
maybe three or four glasses or wine too many."

"Hi mom. Sorry I'm so late. I was at the Center and 
Mrs. Scovell was showing me around some more."

"Hmm, Mrs. Shovelli is it," Karen slightly slurred 
laughing. "Oh, I'm sorry Chris. We tried to wait but I 
didn't know you were going to be so damn late."

"No, it's Mrs. Sovell, mom. You drank too much didn't 
you."

"Oh God Jane, I don't think I can stand up," stumbling 
as she pushed herself up. "And I have a terrible day 
ahead tomorrow. I told you not to give me so much 
wine."

"Well, it's late. Chris and I will help you and then I 
have to get home. The wine was really nice wasn't it, 
and the Tortolini was wonderful."

"Chris, help me. We'll take your mom up and put her to 
bed."

They got her up the stairs and Karen lay back on the 
bed.

"Chris, I'll hold her while you get her shoes and jeans 
off. She can't sleep this way."

Jane pushed her up pulling her sweatshirt off and over 
her arms as Karen protested. Chris tugged and pulled 
her jeans over her ankles trying not to stare at the 
French briefs that almost rolled off with her pants.

"Ok Chris, throw a blanket over her and turn the light 
out. I'll call tomorrow. I might have some things you 
could do for me at my house. Think you would have 
time?"

"Sure, just let me know when."

"Ok, take care of your mom. I'll let myself out."

As he heard Jane go down the steps he threw off his 
shirt, kicked off his shoes, and pushed his jeans over 
his feet. He stood staring at his mom, his cock 
achingly hard. His fingers grasp the waistband pulling 
her panties over her hips and ankles. Amid her 
continuing mumbled protests he unsnapped her bra and 
tossed it on the chair. He pulled open her dresser 
drawer and poured a puddle of her lubricant in his 
palm. Moving over her and straddling her hips he kissed 
the soft slope of her breasts. His lips pulled her 
nipple as his tongue traced little circles, flicking 
over the stiffening pinkness.

"Chris, Chris, stop honey, what are you doing?" her 
hands weakly pushing at him.

His fingers dipped between her thighs pushing through 
the thick dark tangle of curls. The pink bareness 
hidden beneath was quickly slippery. His fingers 
lightly massaged her clit, slowly moving lower easily 
sliding inside her then moving back out and lower 
between her cheeks, his fingertips toying... teasing as 
he felt the muscles of her ass squeeze him.

"Oh God baby, that feels so good. Chris? Chris? Wait. 
Oh no, no you can't, please, we can't. Stop Chris," her 
arms pushing against him. "We have to stop baby. Here, 
please, come up here, let me do this. I'll do this for 
you."

Karen pulled him up to her, taking him into her mouth, 
the tip of her tongue tracing the warm hard length. Her 
fingers wrapped around his aching shaft swiftly moving 
back and forth as Chris' hips moved against her.

"No, no... I want you, I want inside you." Chris 
groaned as he pulled away moving between her legs 
forcing them apart.

"No Chris, we can't baby, please, please come back up 
here. Let me... I can make my baby feel so good. Please 
come up here."

Karen's legs were straight and tense as Chris tried to 
push them apart. He held himself up with an elbow 
taking the hard length of his cock, slowly sliding it 
up and down. The rounded tip smoothly slipped between 
the warm slippery mounds of her labia... then higher to 
caress her clit and then again moving lower... pressing 
between her rounded cheeks to tease, circle, torment... 
hearing her gasp as her cheeks clenched tightly around 
him... then slowly moving higher. 

"Chris, no.. don't do that, please, stop, stop doing 
that baby, you have to stop doing that." Karen gasped, 
a little cry as she felt the hard shaft press between 
her cheeks, lingering, pressing against her harder this 
time. "Oh God no, no Chris... not there, please stop, 
please baby... I can't stand that."

Yet her body trembled, the soft smooth roundness of her 
ass clenching tightly around the teasing hardness as 
her hands held his arms tightly. With each whispered 
protest, with each time he slid the warm enticing 
hardness across her sensitive skin, her thighs opened a 
little wider her knees lifting higher... higher until 
they were pulled against her breasts. His arms held him 
over her as his hips moved sliding his cock across her, 
pressing between her cheeks, then higher, the smooth 
wet tip softly kissing her clit.

"Oh my God Chris, Chris honey, please, please don't... 
I'm your Mother, you can't do this to me, you can't, we 
can't... please baby, this isn't right. Please, don't 
do this."

"I want you. I want you mom, I can't help it, I'm not 
sorry and I can't wait any more." Chris breathed as he 
paused, then began pushing inside her.

Karen's fingernails dug deep into his arms as she felt 
him begin to enter her. 

"Noooooooooo oh nooooo." Karen moaned as she felt each 
inch of him slowly push inside her. So slowly, her 
breath held... until... their hips touched, resting, 
pressed tightly together.

Then he pulled away and began a slow seductive... 
mesmerizing rhythm. Over and over he pushed deep inside 
her as she gently rocked back and forth against his 
hips. Her eyes closed, lips slightly parted lost in her 
desire. Karen lifted her head, hands pulling on his 
arms, straining to look between them. Her breath came 
in trembling gasps, watching as his cock glistened with 
wetness moving in and out of her. Her pussy clung 
tightly to him as he moved inside her. She sensed his 
quickening, sensed the throbbing, the swelling inside 
her, her head falling back.

"Ok baby, ok, come on... I know... it's ok, I know, 
soon now," her own eyes widening as she felt her hips 
pressing harder against his thrusts.

"I'm... I'm... mom I'm going.. to cum..." Chris moaned 
as he began pounding hard against her.

"It's ok, come on, come on baby, cum for me..." she 
whispered, her breath quickening as her arms pulled him 
closer her lips resting against his cheek. ""Come on 
baby... cum for me, please cum for me... please... come 
on, oh God please... hurry, cum in me Chris... I need 
it... need it, so bad... hurry."

Karen felt him tense, his muscles tighten as he began 
filling her with a wet warmth, "Ohhh God there... don't 
stop, please... harder baby... fuck me harder... please 
baby... there... there... oh god I'm cumingggggggggg! 
Fill me... please baby, I want it... it's mine, all of 
it... again... oh God there it is... again... 
ohhhhhhhhhhh."

She leaned against the hallway wall her fingers 
muffling her gasps. Her legs were trembling, her heart 
beating wildly as she tried to move silently down the 
stairs.

As she backed out of the drive she pulled over, her 
hands shaking. She felt her panties against her skin, 
soaked. Her face buried in her hands, she cried... in 
what, she wondered. The horror of incest? Or was it the 
incredible desire searing through her? The beauty of 
them together, they were so beautiful? Jealousy? She 
had just watched her dearest friend... Screwed? No, 
no... made love to? Fucked? Yes, fucked, incredibly 
fucked by her... son? By Chris?

Jane closed her eyes, Chris looming into the darkness, 
looking down at her, quivering and helpless, his strong 
body pounding against her, whispering in her ear, 
cumming in her... pouring himself inside her. She 
shivered, her teeth biting tightly against her bottom 
lip as her orgasm rippled through her.

Opening her eyes, she drove down the road wondering, 
what she would do. Could she ever let Karen know that 
she knew? Anyone? That she had watched in stunned 
silence?

She knew one thing certain. She had to have Chris. Had 
to make him want her, Jane's fingers were white as she 
gripped the wheel...

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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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