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Kevin's Story
by Anonymous Author (no address provided)
***
Fourteen year-old Kevin leans invaluable lessons about
life from his caring, understanding mom. (F/m, ped,
inc, 1st)
***
-= Chapter 1 =-
It was nearing 6:30 when Kevin Nielsen heard the Jeep
Wagoneer pull into the garage adjoining the kitchen.
Moments later, the door between the two opened, and
Heather, his mom, lurched through with a bag of
groceries in each arm.
Kevin jumped down off the high stool he'd been on
saying "Here, Mom, let me help with that." He grabbed
one of the bags, then leaned in dutifully for her kiss
on his cheek.
"Thanks, sport," Heather said. "Mmmm, smells good.
What's cooking?"
"Ragu, again," he said wrinkling his forehead in a
frown. "I wish you'd teach me more stuff to make so I
could have a bigger rep-repa-repatore."
"Repertoire," she corrected, as she began putting the
groceries away, "nice try though. Listen, Kev, I don't
mind simple stuff. I'm thrilled that you take it upon
yourself to make anything.
Honestly, you don't have to, I can still cook, you
know."
"I know," the youth said, "and some nights, like when
I have practice, I have to let you. But you work so
hard, double shifts sometimes, that I just want to
help."
"You help more than is healthy for a 14-year-old," she
said, "you should be out to all hours with your
friends, making me mad, instead of hanging out with
your old Mom."
"Oh, Mom, 34's not old. Just well-seasoned."
"I'll 'well-season' you, you little squirt," she
laughed aiming a playful smack at his head. Then she
let her hand linger on his tousled brown hair, his
father's hair. Jack had been gone six years now this
coming January. It wasn't fair to the kid to have to
grow up like this. It had been extremely tough on both
of them to lose him so suddenly - another victim of a
drunk driver. To the world he was just an old
statistic now, but Heather and Kevin still felt the
void. She smothered Kevin in a hug.
"Hey, I've got to stir this sauce," he called out,
muffled in her bosom.
"Okay," she said absently, and then left to clean up
for supper.
Kevin watched as his mother left the kitchen. Her
nurse's uniform was still crisp and white as when she
left that morning. He loved her uniform, the white
shoes, the white nylon stockings climbing those great
legs up to that nice looking... Kevin shook his head
abruptly. He couldn't believe he was sitting here
analyzing his Mom's body the same way he and his
friends analyzed their teachers and the girls. And
yet, didn't most of his discomfort at being hugged
stem from being smothered between two large breasts?
They certainly were bigger than any other... he shook
his head again. "Concentrate on dinner," he told
himself.
Upstairs, Heather was changing out of her work clothes
into the sweats she usually wore around the house. As
always, she stood in front of the full length mirror
as she stripped. She was in no way narcissistic, but
derived pleasure from the clothes on her body rather
than her body itself.
To all outward appearances, she looked like an
everyday nurse, except for a few details. Like the
high heels she wore to work, despite the fact that all
other nurses in her unit had long since switched to
the more comfortable sneakers. Or the old navy blue
cardigan which had been Jack's. But these were minor
compared to what was underneath.
The cardigan lay on the bed, the dress in a pool about
her feet, and Heather gazed into the mirror at what
remained. The high heels did give way to the hose
Kevin had admired, but they were not the panty hose
anyone would expect, but real stockings, climbing from
her tapered ankles to the middle of her creamy white
thighs, held in place by a lacy white garter belt. Her
panties were all of lace as well, save for the crotch,
and Heather could clearly see the dark black of her
pubic hair through the lace. Above her waist, the silk
chemise hung from thin shoulder straps, caressing her
chest and stomach. Sensuously she lifted this over her
head to reveal the bra beneath. Although this too was
lacy, it was nowhere near as attractive as the other
pieces. This is because most sexy bras were made to
fit women with figures slightly less endowed than
Heather's 40-28-38. Her sexiest bras were half-cups,
which just would not do for daily work wear.
Heather's fascination for sexy undergarments grew out
of her teen-age desire to appear more feminine. It had
been this penchant toward femininity which had
attracted Jack to her in an age when most women were
trying to out-man the men. He had introduced her to
the world of sexy negligees, naughty and nice
underthings, peignoirs, camisoles, teddies, body
stockings, garter belts and everything. It was the
only thing about their sexual relationship which had
been more than pedestrian. She would model sexy things
for him, they would flirt and tease each other, but it
always ended the same, Jack on top, grunting, rolling
over, snuggling a bit, then falling asleep.
It was not as bad as it sounded, he was a wonderful
man, but his sexual imagination began and ended at
lingerie. In the time since his death, Heather had
tried to have relationships with other men, who also
appreciated her taste in underwear. But of the few she
took to bed, none was ever interested in more than his
own pleasure. She stopped dating, and began to believe
that all the wonderful things she'd heard about sex
were mere myth.
Now, she sought her own femininity which had attracted
Jack to her in an age when most women were trying to
out-man the men. He had introduced her to the world of
sexy negligees, naughty and nice underthings,
peignoirs, camisoles, teddies, body stockings, garter
belts and everything. It was the only thing about
their sexual relationship which had been more than
pedestrian. She would model sexy things for him, they
would flirt and tease each other, but it always ended
the same, Jack on top, grunting, rolling over,
snuggling a bit, then falling asleep.
It was not as bad as it sounded, he was a wonderful
man, but his sexual imagination began and ended at
lingerie. In the time since his death, Heather had
tried to have relationships with other men, who also
appreciated her taste in underwear. But of the few she
took to bed, none was ever interested in more than his
own pleasure. She stopped dating, and began to believe
that all the wonderful things she'd heard about sex
were mere myth.
Now, she sought her own relief whenever she felt the
urge. In addition to her wonderful underthings, she
had a vibrator which she'd ordered from a catalog. It
was plain, utilitarian, but it got the job done for
her, which no man ever had. The only extravagance she
allowed herself was periodic trips to Victoria's
Secret. "Secret, indeed," she mused, for now that Jack
was gone, no one but she knew of her taste in clothes.
Not even Kevin knew, for she hand washed everything in
her bathroom when he wasn't home, though she often
wondered exactly why she hid this from him.
But dinner was waiting, and unconsciously imitating
her son, she shook her head to clear her thoughts,
changed into some plain underwear and her sweats, and
headed downstairs.
-= Chapter 2 =-
The next day was a school holiday, so Kevin slept in
as Heather left the house for work. Later he woke up,
got some breakfast, did the dishes and sat down in the
living room. He felt lazy to not be doing anything,
and tried to think of a chore to do that would really
please his Mom. He decided to try doing laundry, it
didn't look too hard.
He ran upstairs to grab the hamper from the bathroom,
brought it down to the basement, shook it out and
began separating colors. He noticed, however, that the
uniform his Mom had on yesterday was not among the
dirty clothes. Knowing she'd never wear the same
clothes two days in a row, Kevin ran back up to her
bedroom, figuring she'd left it there.
He found it in a heap on the floor, along with several
other things. With a jolt, Kevin realized that they
were underthings, the likes of which he'd never seen
before. In amazement, he discovered the garter belt.
The chemise he ignored, but when he came to her bra
and panties, he began to feel a not uncomfortable
tightening in his groin as his penis began expanding
against the front of his pajamas. Unsnapping the
pants, he let it pop free as he handled the silky sexy
underwear. His eyes bugged out in amazement at the
size of the bra, which a small tag advertised to be
40-DD. He had always known they were big, but...wow!
The panties were barely a wisp in his hand.
Tentatively, not knowing what drove him, Kevin brushed
the fabric of the panties against his prick. The silky
smooth fabric felt electrically cool against his hot
cock. The pattern of the lace ground erotically
against his prick-head and his whole member jerked and
throbbed with excitement. He wrapped the crotch around
his rod and began slowly stroking himself, meanwhile
holding and staring at the bra. His imagination began
to run away with him. He imagined what his mom looked
like nude, her long dark hair fanned out around her
head, her green eyes smoldering, her large breasts
hanging off her chest. He recalled the feeling of
those breasts on his face, and his young cock suddenly
dumped its seed into the crotch of his mom's panties.
Startled, Kevin dropped the bra and panties, then
hurriedly mixed the clothes back up in what he hoped
was an approximation of how he'd found them. Jumping
up, he pulled up his pajamas and fled the room. Back
downstairs, he mechanically sorted and washed the
clothes, with confused thoughts running through his
head all the while. He loved his mom, but not that
way. Or did he? He liked the feel of her, the smell of
her, and he especially liked the idea of her in (and
out of) those sexy clothes. He hoped she wouldn't
notice the dried spunk on her clothes but would just
wash them out. Thoroughly confused, he finished the
laundry, and then went out to soccer practice, where
he could forget about all that stuff.
Later that afternoon, Heather arrived home to an empty
house. The marker board on the fridge said "Soc. Prac.
Luv U -K" in Kevin's familiar scrawl. She smiled over
that, and then headed up the stairs. Whenever Kevin
was away, she could really dress up in her favorite
things, and then relax with her vibrator. She decided
a nice bath would be in order to start. But once she
was undressing in the main bathroom, she noticed the
hamper was missing. Perplexed, she headed downstairs
to find it empty next to the wash machine with all the
clean clothes neatly stacked on the washer and drier.
"What a great kid," she thought as a surge of love and
pride filled her eyes with tears. It wasn't fair, no
14-year-old should be that responsible. He should be
enjoying his youth more. And yet here he was taking on
more responsibility on his day off. She wished she
could do something for him.
Back upstairs, she decided against the bath. The done
laundry reminded her about the stuff she had to hand
wash in the basket in her closet. Returning to her
bedroom, she gathered up the clothes she'd
thoughtlessly left on the floor yesterday, piled them
on the vanity in her smaller private bathroom, then
ran a sink full of warmish water.
As she picked up the panties, however, she noticed the
peculiar, scaly stain in the crotch. She wasn't
extremely experienced, but she did recognize dried
cum-stains when she saw them. At first she was taken
aback, then she was angry, finally she was slightly
amused. "That kid," she thought, "It's nice to know
that he's a normal teen in some respect. Sometimes I
forget he's just entering puberty and not a grown-up.
I'll have to have a talk with him, though."
Quickly, she finished washing her things, then hung
them from the rod of her small shower. She returned to
her bedroom and stripped, then slipped into her outfit
du jour: black fishnet stockings, a red garter belt,
red panties with side ribbon ties, and a red half-cut
push-up bra. Over this she wore long silk dressing
gown. Next she darkened the room, drawing the curtains
and turning out the lights, save for a small lamp on
her night table. For a while she lounged in the
armchair with her eyes closed, luxuriating in the
feeling of the clothes on her body, especially that of
the silk over her nipples. After a bit, she stood, and
headed over to the full length mirror. She teasingly
dipped her gown, showing first one, then the other
shoulder. Sashaying back and forth, she continued to
tease her reflection, alternately dropping each
shoulder to display more and more flesh. Once again,
she was delighting not in the view of her own body,
but of the lingerie.
Finally, she dropped the robe altogether, and began
running her hands over her body. From her thighs, the
tops of the stockings, under the straps of the garter
belt, up over her waist, under her breasts, over her
nipples, up to her shoulders her hands traced their
path, then back down. This caressing became more
insistent, then one hand stayed at her crotch, as the
other moved to her breast, and the caresses became
localized. In a near daze, she untied the bows at her
hips and luxuriously drew the panties from between her
legs, making sure every possible inch of silk ran over
the inflamed lips of her pussy. As the last bit of
silk flicked off her clit, she shivered and knew she
was ready for the vibrator. Silently she cursed
herself, as usual, in her hurry to view herself, she
had neglected to move the armchair in front of the
mirror. Quickly she did this, then grabbed the
vibrator and settled into position.
Heather began with the toy the same way she had with
her hands, rubbing it all over her body at the lowest
setting. Again she localized her ministrations, first
on her breasts. The tingling sensation flooded out
from her nipples, spreading warmth throughout her
body. She moved the vibrations up two notches, then
lay the machine between her breasts and squeezed them
together. The bra got in the way, so with an expert
flick of the wrist behind her back, she sprang the
clasps, then pulled the cups away in front. Her
pendulous breasts barely sagged at all with the
removal of the support. She pushed them together
around the buzzing instrument. The insistent
vibrations set off waves of ecstasy in her pussy. She
felt herself getting more and more excited, so she
throttled the vibrator back a notch and began running
it between her pussy lips. A minute of this had her
ready for much more, so she angled the end out, aiming
the tip for the center of her moist womanhood and
plunged nearly the whole length into her pussy.
Once it was firmly embedded, she dialed it up to full
power, and threw her head back in ecstasy. The
vibrations coursed through her body, rattling her very
brain with their erotic intensity. They seemed to
pulse throughout her, but seemed most insistent in her
erogenous zones. Her nipples cried out to be squeezed.
Clamping her thighs together to hold that pleasure
dispensing instrument in place, she rocked forward on
the chair and grabbed at her tits, kneading and
pulling the flesh. With abandon, she grabbed one in
both hands and heaved the nipple up to her mouth.
Sucking wildly, she dropped one hand to her crotch
and, almost delicately, slipped a finger down on her
clit. The confluence of erotic stimulation was about
to drive her over the edge.
As she approached her orgasm, she felt herself
fiercely wanting a cock, any cock, to be ramming into
her instead of this lifeless plastic. She wanted it to
fill her fully, then spurt its seed all over her, to
run down her face and tits and stomach and pussy and
thighs, to dry all over her and her wonderful
lingerie. Unbidden, but not entirely unwelcome, the
thought of her son Kevin spraying his warm goo into
the crotch of her panties sprang to mind. At that
instant, she was swept over the edge and with a long,
thin, teeth-clenching wail, she came in ecstasy!
Minutes later, after catching her breath, she lay flat
on her back on her bed, staring up at the ceiling.
Although her routine had not varied, this orgasm had
been one of her best in months. Embarrassed even
though she was alone, she wondered if her thoughts of
Kevin had anything to do with it. "Don't be
ridiculous," she told herself, turning red in
embarrassment and anger, "You can't feel that way over
a fourteen-year-old. He's much too young. No self-
respecting woman would have anything to do with such a
young man."
But he was a nice kid, and so mature for his age.
There were so many ways he could be hurt by
unscrupulous women out there. It would be terrible if
he turned out like those other jerks I've slept with,
only interested in their own pleasure. I could teach
him so much. And who would know? I love him so...
"Stop it!" she now told herself out loud. "get your
feelings under control, Heather. Not only is he so
young, HE IS ALSO YOUR SON! That would be incest. Now
snap to it and let's get going."
She hopped out of bed, almost physically thrusting the
thought from her mind. She changed into her regular
clothes, washed the lingerie she'd just used and went
downstairs to fix supper.
-= Chapter 3 =-
Although she had no desire to pursue her thoughts of
that afternoon, Heather realized that evening that she
would have to discuss the stains she found in her
panties with Kevin. She had no problem with his
masturbating (especially given her own proclivities in
that area), but it would not do to have him jacking
off in her panties whenever she wasn't looking. For
one thing, the harsher scrubbing necessary would ruin
some of the more delicate items. For another, it just
wasn't right for a son to do that with his Mom's
under-clothes. For a while she thought she might buy
him some panties for him to use for that purpose, but
that didn't seem like the right solution.
Finally, when she went in to kiss him goodnight she
decided to speak to him. She sat down on the edge of
his bed, facing him, and said "Kevin, there's
something I'd like to talk to you about."
"Yeah?" he answered, tentatively.
"Um, yes, well, I really appreciate your doing the
laundry today, but um," she pulled the previously
soiled panties out of her pocket and held them out,
"it's, uh, not really polite for a young man to
masturbate in a lady's underthings and not to wash
them out."
Kevin blanched, then covered his face with his pillow.
"I'm sorry," he wailed, muffled by the pillow, "I'm
sorry, I didn't mean to do it. I don't know why... I'm
sorry."
Heather's heart melted to see him so distraught.
"Honey, honey, no," she said gently, trying to pull
the pillow away from his face, "I'm not upset. I'm not
angry. I understand. It's okay."
She pulled the pillow away, but the boy covered his
face with his arms, still mortified.
"Kevin, it's alright," she leaned down and hugged her
son, kissing his forehead, then sat up. "There's
nothing wrong with masturbating, and I'm not mad about
that."
He peeked out one eye. "You're not?" he sniffed,
hopeful but still unbelieving.
"No, of course not," she insisted, pulling his arms
down, then brushing away one stray tear. "It's just
that Mommy has some expensive underwear, and she'd
hate to see it get ruined that way." Heather knew her
little underwear secret was out of the bag anyway, so
she decided not to pretend about it anymore.
"I know," Kevin said, "I didn't think about that. Mom,
I didn't even know you had such nice stuff."
"Well, I do. It's my special secret. And now you share
that secret with me. Can you keep my secret, Kev?"
"Sure, Mom, of course I will. But what's it for? I
mean, why do you have special underwear and regular
stuff?"
"It makes me feel nice to wear it. It makes me
feel..." Heather paused.
"What? How does it make you feel?" Kevin insisted.
"Oh, boy," Heather thought, "I've done it now." But
she decided not to lie. It was important to her that
she and Kevin maintain an open attitude about sex. She
wanted him to be able to talk to her about anything.
Kevin would sense if she were lying, and so might not
discuss things frankly with her in the future. So...
"It makes me feel sexy."
"But Mom, you're already the sexiest woman I know, you
don't need anything else to do that."
"Thank you, Kevin, I appreciate that. But I don't look
at myself that way and frankly, you shouldn't either."
"I'm sorry, but I can't help it," he said earnestly.
"I really think you're beautiful and I love you."
"I love you too. But like I said, I don't feel sexy
until I'm wearing that stuff. It makes me feel
feminine. Besides, you must find it sexy, too. After
all, look what you did to it."
Kevin blushed deeply, but to his credit didn't squirm
or retreat beneath the pillow again. "Um, it wasn't so
much the panties, it was the bra."
"Hmm, that bra wasn't so special," she said.
"Well, it's just, I'd never known, well, I mean, I uh,
uh," Kevin floundered and dropped his head.
Heather put her hand on her son's shoulder and said
gently, "It's okay honey, you can be honest with me
about anything. I'll answer you honestly, too."
Without looking up Kevin said in a strangely deep
voice, "I never knew how big your breasts were and the
tag said 40-DD and I thought about you and it excited
me."
Heather was not as taken aback as she might have been.
Guiltily she thought about her own fantasies that
afternoon, then pushed them from her mind.
"It's alright," she said, then tried to deflect her
son's agitation with another tack. "Is there anything
you want to ask me?"
Kevin was silent.
"Anything, honey, I mean it. Would you like to know
when I started wearing these things?"
Kevin nodded.
"Your Dad first bought them for me. He'd have me model
them. They excited him, too."
"Do they excite you?" he asked.
"In a way."
"Do you masturbate?"
"Uh, yes, I do,"
"Really?" Kevin picked up his head, and sounded
surprised.
"Yes, of course, it's not some terrible thing.
Everyone does it. Now, Kevin, I don't want you ever to
be ashamed or frightened to ask me about anything
having to do with sex. Is that clear?"
Kevin nodded.
"Is there anything else you want to tell me?"
"Ummm."
"It's okay, honey, what is it?"
"Ummm, all this talk about sex and stuff has made me
hard."
Heather was surprised, then laughed at herself a
little. She HAD
said "anything"
"Uh, hmmm," she said, "and what about that?"
"Well, I don't know, I just thought I'd tell you," he
said.
"Okay, fine," she said, but felt that there was more
to it than that. "Did you want to show it to me?"
"Well, umm, I don't know, kind of, but I don't know if
it's okay."
"Of course it's okay," she said, "remember, there
aren't any secrets about this type of thing between
us, okay?"
"Okay," he said.
Kevin was thoroughly confused. First of all, he was
confused by the feelings he'd had about his Mom that
afternoon. The mortification over being caught had
given way to her gentle attitude and he was relieved
to see she wasn't angry. But the tenor of the
discussion had recalled to him all those feelings from
before, and he could hardly take his eyes from the
panties she held. He remembered their feeling against
his throbbing young cock, and that cock had reasserted
itself under his blankets.
Moreover, although she was only wearing a baggy
sweater and jeans, he could see the swell of his Mom's
breasts under the black cable knit, and by the way
they moved when she did, he thought she was braless.
This only served to increase his hard-on, and now he
wanted nothing more than to show it off to this woman
he adored. And although part of him believed it was
wrong, she was sitting here telling him that they
could discuss anything about sex.
So without further ado, he flipped aside the blanket.
His Mom seemed to gasp slightly as bulge in his
pajamas became visible, then he unsnapped the pants
and it popped out. For a moment, the two of them
looked at it as it stood there. The Heather swallowed
and said quietly, "Very nice."
In fact, it was more than very nice. For a 14-year-old
it was extremely nice. Almost seven inches long, it
was still rather skinny. It jutted up from inside his
pajamas, curving back slightly as it neared the
flaring head, which just now was an angry shade of
red.
"Does it hurt you now?" Heather asked him.
"A little," he said, "'cause it's so hard."
"What's made it this hard?" she asked.
"Just talking about this stuff," he said, then paused
and admitted "and you."
"Me?" she said, surprised.
"Yes," he said simply, "I can't help it, you just do."
"Does it normally go away by itself?" she asked.
"Not usually, I have to masturbate it."
"Go ahead, then," she said.
"Now? In front of you?"
"If you like, I'll leave," she said, making as if to
get up.
"No," Kevin protested, his mind racing, "you can stay
if you want."
Kevin really wanted to do this for her, but he
couldn't shake the persistent feeling that it wasn't
right. In fact, it was this feeling which made it that
much more exciting. He wasn't aware of the term
"incest" and it's full implications.
Heather was, though, yet she still felt compelled to
see this through. It was clear that Kevin had to work
through these feelings, and to turn her back on him
now may do irreparable harm to his feelings and their
relationship. Yet when that young tool sprang into
view, she couldn't suppress an inward shudder of
excitement. Her thoughts of this afternoon returned,
and she didn't quite have the strength to banish them
again. So she sat and stayed.
Wordlessly, Kevin began to stroke his cock. His rhythm
was fast and furious, and the already red skin began
to turn redder from the friction. In a way it hurt,
but his feelings were such that he had to stroke this
monster down quickly. His Mom winced to see the force
with which he attacked his rod.
"Stop, Kevin, don't" she said without thinking.
"You'll hurt yourself that way, is that how you always
masturbate?"
"Usually."
"Here let me show you."
And before she knew it, her hand was wrapped around
his young cock and she was lightly, gently stroking it
up and down. Kevin was shocked, but before he had a
chance to protest, the feelings from his groin
rendered him speechless. It was incredible! Just the
fact that having another hand not your own do this was
terrific. But to do it so well! It was several minutes
before the novelty of that situation allowed him to
realize that it was his Mom jacking him off.
For her part, Heather realized too late what she was
doing. But that realization only came in a small,
rapidly shrinking part of her mind. The rest of her
consciousness was devoted to that magnificent boy-cock
in front of her. She didn't see it as her son, but as
the answer to her yearnings of the afternoon. What
remained of her normal state of mind had already begun
to rationalize the action anyway. It was only a hand-
job. They weren't having sex. Besides, if she let him
go on masturbating like that, he would rub himself
raw. She would show him the correct technique and that
would be it.
Kevin continued to revel in the feelings. His hips
strained off the bed. He was unused to such light,
caressing ministrations, and the elusiveness of his
Mom's grasp was driving him crazy. Normally, he
pounded himself quickly until he came, but this was a
whole new level of pleasure.
His Mom speeded up her strokes, but only increased her
pressure lightly. Kevin had fallen into a rhythm
beneath her hand, bucking up as she slid it down.
Reaching out with the panties still held in her left
hand, she caressed his balls softly. The brown hair on
them seemed barely there, it was so soft and downy.
She felt his nuts churning beneath the fabric.
Kevin felt the added stimulus and knew he couldn't
hold back much longer. Already she had jacked him far
longer than he normally lasted, because the lighter
pressure counteracted the added erotic benefits of the
situation. But the moment of truth was at hand.
Without warning, he arched his back one last time,
then fired his load up into the air. Spurt after spurt
of hot cum fountained into the air to land on his
belly, or his Mom's hand. She continued to stroke him,
firmer now that the added cum provided some
lubrication. His spurts subsided to dribbles, welling
up from his cock with each of her downward strokes.
Finally they ebbed to nothing. Quickly, almost
clinically, she cleaned him up with the panties still
in her hand, pulled up and buttoned his pajamas,
kissed him once, firmly but quickly on the lips, and
left him to sleep.
The kiss startled him out of his stupor, but by the
time Kevin realized what was going on, his Mom had
gone. He was dull with sleepiness, and his young mind
still had not registered the bizarreness of what had
occurred, and so he snorted satisfied and slipped off
to sleep.
Heather's mind, on the other hand, was awhirl. She
couldn't believe what had just happened. But the human
mind is a mysterious object, and when confronted with
an unpleasant reality, often rationalizes away the
unpleasant parts. This process had already begun
during the hand-job, and Heather retreated gratefully
toward that version of events: it was a normal part of
sex education.
To help things along, however, Heather headed toward
the kitchen cabinet where she kept her liquor.
Usually, these bottles were brought out only for
guests and parties, but in an uncharacteristic move,
Heather poured herself two fingers of scotch on ice
and slurped it down.
Back upstairs, Heather noticed the twice-soiled
pantied were still in her hand. She was about to
simply throw them out, but for some reason, sniffed
tentatively at them. Immediately, the familiar odor if
male sex filled her nostrils. It had been months since
she'd last smelled that, but the pheromones did their
work. Her knees weakened, her breasts ached to be
touched, and her pussy turned moist.
Her armchair was still in front of her mirror, but she
ignored it. Instead she flung off her clothes and
bounced onto her bed. Laying the cum-soaked panties
near her head, she reached for the vibrator and turned
it on. Ignoring her regular routine, she buzzed it too
high and slid it into her moist pussy. Leaving it
there, she kneaded and sucked her own mammoth breasts,
pulling and mauling at them like a man would. She
quickly built toward her climax, and as she felt it
becoming inevitable, she turned her head toward the
panties, almost sticking her nose in her son's cum,
and inhaled deeply. She came then, thrashing silently
in ecstasy on the bed. This intense orgasm lasted
almost a minute before subsiding, and even then
several short pulses ripped through her pussy like
aftershocks of a climactic earthquake. She barely had
enough energy to flip off the switch, leaving the
inert vibrator inserted in her pussy, before falling
into a deep dreamless sleep.
-= Chapter 4m =-
Kevin woke up the next morning inordinately happy, but
as so often happens to the waking mind, he didn't
immediately remember why. He felt the sheets rub
against his morning hard-on, and then he suddenly
recalled the events of the previous night. His already
swollen member seemed to get even harder. He hopped
out of bed and, with his swaying boner leading him on
like a divining rod, went off in search of his mother.
Heather, for her part, woke with a feeling of guilt,
albeit a small one. But as she showered away the sweat
of the previous night, her rationalizations completed
themselves, washing away the guilt as well. By the
time she had dried off and was getting dressed, she
had convinced herself that grabbing hold of her son's
dick and masturbating him to orgasm was an integral
part of his sex education. She ignored the fact that
it had turned her on as well, since it was not germane
to the idea of teaching him.
In her confusion the previous night, Heather had not
closed her bedroom door all the way, and as Kevin
approached her room, he could see his mom framed in
the crack between the door and the jamb. She was just
fastening her bra at that point, and the view was
breathtaking. Since he had no idea what he was going
to say to her, he decided not to enter, but simply to
observe her getting dressed.
Already she was in her bra and panties, but,
strangely, Kevin was not disappointed not to see her
naked. To a 14-year-old, underwear was as good as
naked, and when the underwear was as nice as
Heather's...
He stood transfixed, drinking in the view. Inside her
room, Heather bustled about putting on her garter belt
and slowly pulling up her white stockings so as not to
run them. Kevin stroked his rod as he watched her, and
began to really appreciate her taste in lingerie.
Finally, as she slipped into her uniform, she caught
sight of his shadow in the hall. At first she was
irritated, then she simply sighed to herself and let
it pass. A little voyeurism never hurt anyone,
especially in view of what had already passed between
them. But she resolved to speak to him again that
evening.
When Kevin saw that his Mom was done dressing, he
decided not to knock and enter, but rather to return
to his own bathroom and jerk off. After that, he went
downstairs for breakfast to find that Heather had
already left.
That evening, Heather returned home to find that Kevin
had once again prepared dinner, although this time it
was steak and baked potatoes, with a tossed salad.
"Kevin!" she squealed in surprise, "how on earth did
you manage all this?"
Kevin proudly related to her that he had called his
aunt long distance to get instructions on the
preparation as a surprise for her. "I just wanted to
have a special Friday night supper," he said.
Heather gratefully sat down to start on her salad,
while Kevin clumsily (but adorably, she thought)
finished the meal and served it. To her continued
surprise, he went to the 'fridge and produced a bottle
of wine, which he served her with great ceremony, but
served himself only a Pepsi. He smiled engagingly when
he sat down opposite her, and they dug in to the meal.
When they were almost done, and Kevin was leaning over
to refill her glass, Heather realized that he was
acting exactly as if they were on a date. The shock of
the realization almost made her choke on a mouthful of
steak. She saw the danger inherent in such a
viewpoint, but at the same time she was touched and
flattered. Kevin was acting very courtly, almost like
a caricature of a suave movie suitor. She resolved to
talk to him after the meal about this and other
matters. But Heather had to admit that it was the
nicest "date" she'd had in quite a while. No other man
ever cooked for her, or treated her with such
respectful affection. It's too bad, really, that Kevin
wasn't older, and not her son...
Kevin insisted on doing dishes himself, so Heather
carried her wine into the den and sat down on the
couch. A few minutes later he appeared, but she
noticed he had changed into his pajamas and robe.
"Kevin, I'd like to talk to you," she said.
"I'd like to talk to you, too," he said, sitting down
next to her.
"It's about last night, and dinner, and this morning,
too."
"This morning?" he asked.
"Yes, I saw you in the hall."
"I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't want to bother you, but you
looked so nice I couldn't help but watch. I should
have asked you, first."
"Yes, you should, but that's not the point..."
"Would you have let me?" he interrupted.
"What?" she asked, confused.
"Watch you dress. I mean, you did say we could be
honest with one another."
"Uh, yes, I guess so..."
"Great, I really appreciate this Mom."
By now, Heather was thoroughly confused. Perhaps she
shouldn't have drunk so much wine. But she couldn't
for the life of her figure out what Kevin was driving
at. Plus she'd lost the thread of what she was going
to say.
"Appreciate what?" she asked.
"This honesty stuff. I was really confused about sex
and stuff, and it really helps that I can talk to
someone I trust. I love you, Mom."
"Oh, Kevin, I love you, too. I'll always be here for
you. You know that."
"I know, and last night was really special to me.
That's why I made such a nice dinner, to kind of say
thanks. It really helped me."
"Good."
"In fact, I'd like to show you what I've learned. I'm
much better at jack-uh, masturbating now. I practiced
today. Can I show you, please?"
Totally taken aback, extremely confused and feeling a
little horny from the wine, Heather barely nodded
before Kevin stood in front of her. He pulled his robe
back behind his hips. She could already see his hard
rod tenting out the front of his pajamas.
Kevin unsnapped his pants and let them fall around his
ankles. As she did the previous night, Heather gasped
slightly. She was amazed that such a large organ could
grow from the loins of such a slim body. Kevin kept
his left hand on his hip, holding the robe out of the
way. He dropped his right hand to his blood-engorged
rod. Heather shivered involuntarily as his first
stroke brought forth a clear drop of seminal fluid.
Her wine-clouded mind retreated to the now familiar
rationalizations for her actions, but her body
responded honestly: her nipples hardened under her
blouse; her respiration increased; her tongue
moistened her lips quickly, nervously; she shifted
forward in her seat, her knees parting slightly; a
slow warmth suffused through her body, accompanied by
a wetness in her pussy.
Kevin seemed not to notice these subtle changes; his
eyes were half closed as he smoothly stroked his rod.
His lidded gaze looked half-sleepy with lust, and
seemed concentrated on his mother's heaving bosom.
Three buttons had come undone on her blouse, and he
could see the creamy tops of her breasts and the
thinnest line of her bra peeking out of the top. As
she shifted forward in her seat, his eyes were drawn
to her stockinged legs. He remembered the erotic
vision of the morning: his mother slowly pulling up
the white stockings.
Heather lay back in the chair, her gaze totally
focused on that hand pistoning on that rod.
Unconsciously, the fingers of her own hand curled as
they had the night before to stroke that penis. The
tactile memories flooded through her, exciting her
even more. She wanted to drop her own hand between her
legs, but seemed to lack the will to do anything
voluntarily.
Mother and Son faced each other, each experiencing
physical stimulation, but the mental stimulation far
outpaced that. Both were wrapped in memories, she of
him the night before, he of her this morning. In his
mind's eye, Kevin followed the progress of the
stockings she pulled on this morning, over the ankle,
up the smooth calf, over the knee. Heather recalled
each individual stroke she had applied last night, the
feel of the warm flesh beneath her, the bump on her
fingers of his glans.
Kevin became more excited as his eyes travelled up her
leg, seeing the stocking gliding over that creamy
thigh. As the stockings in his vision came to their
end, his mental gaze travelled up his mother's thigh
to the white panties snugly nestling their prize. He
felt himself start to cum.
Heather recalled tightening her grip, stroking faster,
and her own orgasm approached.
With a strangled cry, Kevin pitched forward slightly,
his left hand supporting him on the back of Heather's
chair. He angled his dick down, not wanting to spray
cum all over his Mom's face. A huge wad fired down
onto the white-stockinged thigh of his fantasy.
Kevin's cry almost broke Heather's concentration, but
when she felt that hot, gooey cum hit her leg, she
arched her back up, threw her head back, and gasped
out her orgasm.
Spurt after spurt of cum landed on those thighs, each
one searing its way into Heather's orgasm. No man's
cum, in her pussy, down her throat, between her
breasts, had ever put her over the edge like this
before.
As Kevin finished coming, he opened his eyes and
looked down into his mother's face. Heather was still
in the midst of her orgasm, with her head back, her
eyes closed and her lips parted. Without thinking, her
dropped his mouth to cover hers. His mother kissed him
back hungrily. Suddenly, her eyes flew open to stare
into his. Startled, Kevin pulled back, grabbed up his
pants, and ran from the room.
Heather still wasn't quite all the way back. Her
surprised glance had not been because her son was
kissing her, but because a kiss had in no way figured
in that fantasy place where she was reliving last
night. With Kevin gone, she still was wrapped in lust.
She ran her hands over her thighs, reveling in the
sensation of hot, sticky cum giving way to the small
rough mesh of fibers of her stockings.
She continued to massage the cum into her legs, then
she picked up one hand and examined the goo all over
her fingers. Dreamily, she examined the way it clung
to her fingers. Then she seemed to come to a bit. She
got up, went to her room, stripped off her clothes and
hopped in the shower. Still partly dazed, she went to
sleep.
-= Chapter 5 =-
The next day was Saturday. Kevin woke up not knowing
what to expect. He was certain his Mom was not happy
about what had transpired the night before. Whether or
not she would mention troubled him. But even if
Heather let it go, Kevin was still consumed with
guilt.
He padded downstairs, still in the robe and pajamas
from the previous night. This time, however, his robe
was belted tightly shut. Heather was in the kitchen,
also in her robe, humming to herself while fixing
breakfast.
For her part, Heather was not mad at her son at all.
She felt that what had transpired between them so far
was simply furthering Kevin's sex education. She was
also feeling guilty, however, for enjoying herself so
much in the process.
She turned around from the stove and started slightly.
Kevin had come into the kitchen and sat down without
even saying hello. Now he was seated at the table with
his head in his hands.
"Good morning, Tiger," she said cheerily.
"Mmmf, mornin'," he said without raising his head.
Heather immediately became concerned. "Are you okay,
honey? Are you sick?"
"No, I'm fine," he said, and left it at that.
Heather shrugged and turned back to the stove. A few
minutes later, she shoveled some eggs onto his plate.
Without looking up, he took his fork and began eating,
still holding his head up with the other hand. Heather
was puzzled, but let it be for now. She tried to make
conversation a few times, but Kevin's monosyllabic
answers rebuffed her attempts.
After only a few mouthfuls, Kevin rose, scraped his
leftovers into the trash, the dashed upstairs again.
Perplexed, Heather finished her own breakfast, and
cleaned up. As she washed the few dishes, she wondered
if perhaps Kevin was mad at her for what had occurred.
Certainly, she hadn't encouraged him last night, but
you never know how kids might interpret things.
Finishing the countertop, she dried her hands and went
up to talk to him.
Kevin was in his bedroom, back in bed but still in his
robe. The shades were drawn and the room was in deep
shadow. Heather came in, pulled his desk chair over
alongside the bed and sat on it. "Kevin, honey, what's
wrong?"
Kevin lay with his head muffled in his arms "Nothing,"
came the barely audible reply.
"Are you worried about what's been happening between
us?"
There was no answer from the teenager.
"Have I done anything wrong, anything to hurt or
offend you?"
"Oh, God, no!" he groaned.
"Then what's wrong? Why won't you talk to me?"
"I shouldn't have done that last night. It was
terrible of me."
"What are you talking about?" she asked. "It was not
terrible of you at all. Didn't anything I said to you
before get through? It's okay for you to ask me about
these things and for me to teach you. If I were upset,
believe me you'd know."
Kevin lay silent for a while, digesting this.
"Kevin?" she prompted.
With his face still in his arms, Kevin gulped, "But
you don't do it. Only me. I feel like it's not right
if you don't do it."
"Do what, Kevin? Do you mean masturbate?"
"Yes."
Heather had to laugh at that, but was careful to make
it a friendly chuckle lest she hurt her son's feelings
further.
"Oh Kevin, of course I do. Everyone does."
Kevin lifted his head, surprised. "You do?!"
"Of course, silly. Like I said, everyone does."
Kevin seemed to forget his problems with the
fascination of this new piece of information. He
flipped over and sat up, crossing his legs Indian
style. "But, I don't understand. Women don't have, you
know, a thing."
Heather had trouble concentrating on an answer,
because she could see Kevin's prick pushing against
his pajama bottoms. It never ceased to amaze her how
quickly and with what little stimulation teenage boys
got hard. Grown men for that matter. "Prick," she
said, half to herself.
"Huh?"
"Prick, cock, dick, these are all terms for penis,
Kevin. You can use them with me. I told you the other
night, you can ask me anything. You don't have to call
a prick a 'thing'."
"Well, what are the terms for your 'thing'?"
"Well, vagina is the clinical term, but many people
call it a pussy, slit or cunt. But for some reason I
don't like the term cunt."
"Then I won't use it. But still, how does a woman jack
off?"
"Well, she can use several methods. She can simply
stroke her pussy lips, inserting her fingers or an
object in her pussy. Or she can concentrate on her
clit and bring herself off with her finger. Some women
can cum merely by stimulating their breasts. Most
women use a combination of those methods. Do you
follow me?"
Kevin had been nodding his head slightly at her
explanation, as though he understood. But when Heather
asked him point blank, he had to truthfully answer
"Uh, no."
Heather frowned a bit in thought, then said "Are you
familiar with female anatomy?"
"No."
"Hmmm. Kevin, honey, would you like Mom to show you?"
"Yeah!" he grinned enthusiastically.
Heather frowned again, a bit concerned over his
eagerness. But he was young and inexperienced. His
curiosity was understandable. Besides, a young man
could get himself in trouble trying to discover the
mysteries of a woman's body, either by exploring
unsafely with someone his own age or as the toy of an
older woman. Or merely through voyeurism as he
displayed this morning. That could get him in trouble
with the law if he got caught. No, it seems that this
way was the only course.
So Heather stood up, untied the sash of her robe, and
let it drop to the floor. Kevin's eyes got wide as
saucers as he beheld her nearly naked body. As it
happened, Heather was wearing a normal, though lacy,
bra and panty set. She reached behind her back, undid
the clasp, and let the bra drop to the floor.
Kevin gasped as he beheld those magnificent mammaries.
Heather simply reached down and peeled off her
panties, stepping out of them. There was no coyness in
her style, since her aim was not to excite but to
educate. Nevertheless, the circumstances were such
that both mother and son were getting extremely
excited. Somewhat wobbly, Heather sat down on the
chair again, facing her son on his bed.
"Okay," she said, soft and low, "these are my breasts,
obviously." She hefted her pendulous tits toward
Kevin. "They are also called tits, boobs and other
things. This area is called the areola, and these are
the nipples. This area becomes engorged with blood and
the nipples become stiff when a woman is excited."
Heather noticed her nipples were in exactly that state
so she hastily added, "...or cold."
Next she parted her knees and guided Kevin on a tour
of her pussy. "This is the pubic hair, this area is
the mons, these lips are called the labia majoris. If
I pull them back... like so... you can see the labia
minoris and the clitoris, or clit. It is analogous in
structure to your penis, although it does not excrete
urine or cum. It does become stiff with blood, as does
the whole area."
Heather had been looking down at herself as she spoke,
and now when she raised her head she saw to her
consternation that Kevin had pulled out his cock and
was softly stroking it. With a bit of prideful
detachment she noted that his technique had improved,
but most of her mind was beginning to glaze over again
with that familiar lust. "Kevin, you're doing that
much better, now."
"Thanks, Mom. But could you show me, please, how you
do it."
Although reluctant, Heather could hardly say no, since
she had encouraged this learning experience. Besides,
it would feel good.
So she leaned her head back in her chair, placed her
feet well apart on the edge of Kevin's bed, closed her
eyes, and dropped one hand to her crotch, one to her
breasts.
Kevin gasped, and almost came at the erotic sight
before him. His mom's long black hair hung mostly off
the back of the chair, but a few locks were lying over
her shoulders and curling around those huge breasts.
Like most boys his age, he was extremely fascinated
with those tits. And to see his mom's hand kneading
her own tit-flesh, that same hand that had rubbed his
cock, was nearly mind-and cock-blowing. So he gripped
his penis hard, almost painfully, and stopped
stroking.
He directed his attention now to the fascinating
apparatus between his mom's legs. That clit was
extremely interesting. As Heather stroked her fingers
between her lips, that little nub of flesh had already
poked further out. He noticed how every time she
touched it, she quivered involuntarily. Still holding
onto his cock, he leaned closer for a better look.
It took very little for Heather to leave everything
behind and start up that hill to the heights of
orgasm. Already, during the course of her conversation
with Kevin, she had started to drip her love juices
into her panties, a highlight she had omitted from her
tour. But those slick juices let her fingers fly
around the whole area, and pretty soon she felt her
first orgasm coming on. She had deliberately not
concentrated on her clit, because she didn't want to
lose it totally in front of her son. But she
desperately wanted to.
Fascinated, Kevin leaned closed, scootching his butt
between his mother's outstretched legs. Soon he was
sitting on the edge of his bed, his legs hanging down
and his nose nearly in his mom's pussy The sharp tangy
smell of a woman's arousal assailed his nostrils,
which flared trying to catch every whiff. Her head
still back, her eyes till closed, his mom was
beginning to squirm her butt across the chair seat.
Unconsciously, Kevin reached one hand forward...
Heather began reaching for that orgasm, wanting it to
be done quickly so she could return this day to its
normal channels. It was going to be perfect, a quick
little cum to take the edge off. Later in her own
bedroom she could cut loose. But now she was
straining, nearly there... just about to... "Yes, I
cumming!" she thought, then...
POW!!!!!!! her orgasm jumped up to incredible levels
as her son's slender fingers locked onto her clit.
Heather's head shot forward, her eyes wide open, to
see Kevin between her legs, two fingers pressing
against her clit, his pajama pants around his ankles,
his huge boy-cock in his hands. The orgasm kept
growing in intensity, pant after pant of air coming
from her mouth, wide open in a silent scream. Then she
caught her breath and moaned, "OH GOD! OH GOD! YES!
KEVIN DON'T STOP! YOU'RE MAKING MOMMY CUMMMMMM!"
Kevin's fingers danced among hers, bringing his mom to
the heights she'd taken him to two nights before. His
fingers were becoming slick with her juices. He kept
jiggling that clit, his boner throbbing in his hand,
but not ready to cum yet as he held it tight.
Finally, Heather gaspingly was able to beg him to
quit. He immediately stopped and sat back. Afraid that
he had hurt or offended her, he backed off
uncertainly. Heather lay her head back again and
caught her breath. Then she opened her eyes and sat
up. She could feel her juices on her thighs as they
rubbed together. Aware that Kevin's manner showed
uncertainty, she leaned forward, put her hand on his,
and whispered "Thank you, that was wonderful."
"Was it?" he gulped, "you liked that?"
"Oh yes," she said, her voice soft, sexy, husky. "It
was very nice.
Do you see now how women 'do it'?"
Kevin simply nodded.
"Okay, since you were so helpful to Mommy, she'd like
to pay her baby back. Would you like me to make you
cum?"
Wordlessly, he nodded again.
Heather slipped onto the bed beside her son. "First,
take off this top," she said, helping him to unbutton
the pajamas. The pants already lay in a heap on the
floor. He shrugged the thin cotton material over his
shoulders, and was as naked as his mother.
"Lie back," she gently instructed him. Kevin obeyed.
Heather then leaned up on one elbow, and grasped his
velvety hard rod with her right hand.
Slowly, softly, she began to stroke her son's penis.
As she did, she spoke softly to him. "It was very nice
what you did for Mommy, Kevin. You made her feel so
good. That's the most important part of sex between
two people. Each should be interested in the pleasure
of the other. I'm so proud of you for having such a
mature view."
Kevin heard these words only distantly. So did Heather
for that matter, as if someone else were speaking.
Both their attentions were focused on that jutting,
shuddering cock: he from within, she from above.
But she kept up the litany, all the while increasing
her pace. "Kevvy, you've been so good to Mommy, taking
care of things while she works. I love you without it,
but I love you even more for it. I want to teach you
so much. I want to make you so happy."
Kevin's eyes were slitted nearly shut, unfocused,
wandering. Suddenly they locked onto one of Heather's
tits dangling close to his face as she leaned over
him. It jiggled and swayed in time to the movements of
her delicate hand. He leaned over and sucked the
nipple into his mouth.
Still speaking softly to him, Heather was startled by
the sudden extra contact: "Yes, honey, Mommy wants you
to feel good. She really -OH- yes, Kevvy! That's so
nice. Suck Mommy's titty while she makes you feel
good. Mmmm, you're such a good boy. I can tell you're
going to cum soon. Go ahead honey. Come on, let it
loose. Oh, yes, suck Mommy's tit. Cum, baby. Cum for
mommy. Come on, do it. Oh, yes, come on. Oh, Yes!
That's it, you're cumming! Oh good boy! My good, big
boy is cumming for Mommy! Oh sweetie, that's so
beautiful!"
Kevin's first spurt of cum shot up in the air and
landed on Heather's cheek. The rest seemed to simply
flow out, running all over her fist and his cock. She
continued to rub him, massaging his cum all through
the light fluffy pubic hair. Leaning forward to kiss
him, her tit popped from his lips. She covered that
still open mouth with hers and kissed him deeply,
longingly.
She could feel that first squirt of cum running down
her cheek toward their lips, so she broke the kiss so
as not to let it interfere. Kevin fell back exhausted,
and began to drift into sleep. His last image of
wakefulness was of his gorgeous mother, her bountiful
breasts swinging free, as she stuck her tongue out to
lick his cum off her cheek.
-= Chapter 6 =-
Naked as the day she was born, Heather padded back to
her bedroom, her robe over one arm, soaking up the cum
drenching her hand. As on her previous sexual
encounters with Kevin, her mind was rationalizing away
her guilt at what had just occurred, to wit: she had
stripped and masturbated for her son; he had touched
her clit and made her cum; she had gotten into bed
with him naked and masturbated him to orgasm while he
nursed on her breast. The right synapses were firing
to write the whole episode off to education again,
except for the fact that when some of her son's cum
spurted on her cheek, she had caught it with her
tongue as it dripped down her face. But she was
conveniently forgetting that last fact, acting as if
it had been done unconsciously.
However, as she stepped into her shower and began
rinsing away the sweat and spunk of their encounter,
Heather finally admitted to herself that these
"lessons" were not selfless acts of altruism: she
really enjoyed the sex acts she had performed with her
son. On the other hand, they were not selfishly
motivated, either. She truly loved Kevin more than any
other man she'd ever met.
He was a gentleman, a good friend and a considerate
lover, so far. Plus it was clear he adored and desired
her. As the tepid spray began to turn cold, Heather
finally thrust the rationalizations away from her mind
and admitted to herself that she loved Kevin and
wanted to have sex with him... in ALL ways.
"But that's INCEST!" her conscience screamed, and once
again, her mind went to work smoothing its own ruffled
feathers. What's so wrong with incest, she thought.
It's not as if I'm forcing myself on him, nor is he
averse to these encounters. In fact, he has initiated
one of them, on their "date" last night.
"In fact, he loves me and I love him, not just as
mother and son but *that* way as well. To withdraw
from this if he wants to continue would irreparably
damage our relationship, especially if he wants it to
continue. By that same token, to force myself on him
if he wants to stop WOULD be wrong, and that WOULD be
incest. I must make it clear to him that any time he
says "Stop," I will. Any time he wants to end this
aspect of our relationship, it will end. But until
that day...
Smiling to herself in an unconscious exact imitation
of the Mona Lisa, Heather shut off the shower, toweled
herself dry, and headed into her bedroom. There she
donned her best white stockings. Her white garter
belt, half-cup bra and panties were trimmed in red
satin, with little bows holding the panties together
at her full hips. She pulled on another robe over this
outfit, then got a bowl of warm water and two
washcloths.
She returned to Kevin's room to find him sleeping
lightly, just as she had left him. The early afternoon
sun filtered through his thick curtains, casting
spotlights on the floor where dust motes awoke and
danced up into these beams. Other than that, the room
was coolly shaded.
She sat in the same chair next to his bed where only
an hour before she had taken her son on a guided tour
of her erogenous zones. The sticky cum of their last
encounter was congealing over his groin, stomach and
thighs. Heather took the washcloth and dipped it into
the bowl of water. She wrung it out and began gently
scrubbing up the mess on her son's body.
Kevin immediately woke up, as she knew he would.
"Mom?" he said, softly.
"Yes, honey," she replied quietly, "I'm just cleaning
you up a little." But Kevin's cock stirred underneath
her persistent ministrations, which she continued long
after he was clean. Soon he was fully hard again.
"Ahh, youth," Heather thought, and then again, "Ah,
YOUTH" with a hungrier cast to her eye.
Kevin lay there quietly with his hands behind his
head, gazing at his beautiful mother. He noticed she
was back into a robe, different from the last one:
more lacy, less utilitarian. But he did not comment.
Rather, he just watched and waited, a little
expectantly.
"Are you convinced now that I'm not mad at you?" she
asked him quietly, not looking away from her task.
"Yes," he said, in the same gentle tone.
"Are you happy about the things that we've done
together?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Are you comfortable with what we've done?"
"Ye-es," he said, but with a touch of hesitation.
"Well, you should be, there's nothing wrong with it.
When two people love each other, they should enjoy
making each other feel good. Do you want to stop?"
"No!" he said quickly.
"So you want to continue? Because if you don't we can
stop. Any time you say, honey, we can stop."
"Oh, no, Mom," Kevin insisted, "I don't want to stop.
I love you."
"I love you, too," she said. All this time, Heather
had concentrated on cleaning him, although he had been
clean a while ago. Now she stopped, looked her son
straight in the eye and said, "Do you want to do
more?"
Without hesitation, Kevin answered, "Oh, yes, much
more. Mom, I want to do everything with you."
"Okay, honey," she said. Without another word, she
took another washcloth and dried him off. Then she put
washcloths and bowl aside, stood up, and took off her
robe. If he had not already been hard, Kevin's cock
would have jumped instantly to attention. As it was,
it nearly leapt off his body at the sexy sight of his
mother. For a brief second, Heather stood proudly as
her son's wide-eyed admiring gaze took her in. Her
nipples poked out above the half-bra, her flat stomach
and sleek legs both seemed to point like road signs to
the triangle hidden beneath the panties. Kevin gasped
in admiration.
Heather sank down on the bed next to her naked son.
Taking him into her arms, she kissed him, deeply,
passionately, lovingly. Instinctively, Kevin wrapped
his tongue around his mother's as she thrust it into
his mouth. Her heavy breasts mashed against his chest,
molding themselves to conform to the curves in both
their bodies. Like small daggers of flint, however,
Heather's nipples dug into her son's flesh. Despite
all that had gone before, the nudity, the
masturbation, the orgasms, this kiss was the most
erotic thing that had happened to either of them.
Dimly they felt their bodies nestling deeply into one
another, but for the moment, the kiss was all.
Kevin's hands began to traverse his mother's body.
Beginning at her shoulders, they lightly travelled up
and down her back. After a bit, he moved them down and
began to rub her ass through her panties. More and
more insistently he rubbed, as their kiss continued
and got hotter. In fact, the deeper the kiss, the
harder he rubbed and kneaded, and the more he did
that, the hotter Heather got, until she was undulating
her entire body against his in unconstrained passion.
Kevin's hands found the bows at her hips and
instinctively knew what they were for. Soon, his hands
were rubbing her bare ass cheeks and the front of her
panties was sliding back and forth over their
genitals. Its thin material was all that separated
Heather's pussy from her son's cock, and it was
rapidly becoming soaked as mother and son both exuded
their natural lubrications.
Finally, with a groan, Heather broke the kiss and
lifted herself up. "Oh, honey," she gasped, "I've just
GOT to have you." With that she reached down and
snatched away the flimsy panties. Now Kevin's cock lay
nestled between his mother's slick pussy lips. Heather
ground her pussy against that long thin cock, rubbing
its whole length between her inflamed labia, as she
supported herself with her hands pressed against her
son's shoulders.
Kevin, for his part, took loving nips at her breasts
as they swayed between them. Finally, he just grabbed
them with his hands and pressed his lips feverishly
around the engorged nipples.
Heather moaned and tossed her head back, her long
black hair whipping back to fall down her back. But as
she lowered her head again, it cascaded over her
shoulders, down her breasts and into her son's face.
For some reason this sensation was extremely erotic to
Kevin, and he bucked his hips involuntarily under her.
As Heather bounced slightly into the air and came back
down, she realized that *the* moment had arrived.
She sat up a bit straighter, and Kevin whimpered
slightly as her breast tugged free of his mouth. She
then got up on her knees and reached down. Her hand
encircled Kevin's cock, and she shuddered at the now-
familiar feel of it in her grasp. She pulled it up
slightly, then had to reposition herself as she
realized that there wasn't enough clearance between
them for her to position it correctly.
After an eternity of seconds, she had that flaring
head positioned directly beneath her moist womanhood.
Mother and son paused briefly, looking into each
other's eyes. Simultaneously they whispered "I love
you." Then she let her weight sink back down and
slowly, lovingly, deliciously took her son's
virginity.
-= Chapter 7 =-
Soft, wet, warm, tight. Magical, mystical, emotional,
powerful. Incredible. Unbelievable.
Such was Kevin's return to his mother's womb.
He had always dreamed that sex would be great, but had
thought of it as a physically superior form of
masturbation. The emotional and mental aspects,
however, were what was blowing his mind. Lust was
great, but lust with Love, that was... beyond.
Heather, for her part, had had lust with love, and
lust without, so these were not new things to her.
Right now, love was there but lust was dominating. Her
hips whipped up and down smoothly, her pussy gripping
that long thin cock. Waking from an almost-stupor,
Kevin began responding, thrusting deep on her
downstrokes, slapping his hips against hers as he
kneaded her fleshy tit-mounds.
Then, on one particularly quick downstroke, she felt
him bottom out, as his cockhead nudged her cervix. It
wasn't painful, but the sensation was entirely new: NO
ONE had ever reached so deep. It triggered another new
feeling for her: a vaginal orgasm. It was deeper,
somehow, than her other orgasms. Stronger but...
buried.
The effect on Kevin, however, was immense. He felt her
vagina ripple like the ground in an earthquake as the
shock-waves of orgasm ripped through his mother's
groin. At that, he couldn't hold back any longer, and
began to cum. Both Heather and Kevin were grunting
deeply from the effects of their orgasms. His breath
came out in low, hard gasps in time to each spurt from
his cock. Each spurt was milked forth by a ripple in
her pussy, so like a well-timed but badly oiled
machine, they moaned, jerked and spasmed in unison.
Finally, Heather collapsed on her son's chest, kissing
him again as her hair curtained around them. "I love
you, baby," she breathed. "I love you, too, Mom," he
said back. His cock, though softening, was still
buried in her pussy. She could feel him shrinking
inside her, but she hoped they were not done yet. "Can
you go again?" she asked hungrily.
"Oh, yeah," he said eagerly.
With that she lifted her hips slowly off him, enjoying
the feeling as his now- limp cock slipped from her
hole, and examined his flaccid tool. "Hmm, this needs
some work. It looks dead, but I'll bet I can
resuscitate it."
Kevin's eyes bulged in wonderment. He thought he knew
what was coming next, but it seemed too much to hope
for. Too much? Hell, just seeing Mom naked seemed like
too much 48 hours ago. Now he'd just... just...
alright "fucked" is the term, he'd just fucked his
mother. A mother-fucker, that's what I am, he thought
happily. And now it seemed...
Heather leaned closer with a hungry look in her eye.
Kevin shivered deliciously as her warm breath panted
from her parted lips and bathed his wet cock. Closer
she moved, then closer still. Now her head was
pillowed on his thighs, and she was holding his cum-
covered cock in one hand, turning it this way and
that, for all the world as if she were surveying a hot
dog and wondering where to take the first bite.
Suddenly, in the space of a breath, Heather had
engulfed her son's cock in her warm mouth. She bobbed
her head, sucking him in, then pulled back while still
applying suction, so that Kevin's cock was stretched
from his groin while her tongue and lips caressed
every inch of it. With him stretched like that,
Heather looked like a bird trying to coax a worm out
of the ground. But despite the incongruity of the
image, Kevin felt life stir in him as the blood rushed
back into his dick.
Before taking him into her mouth, Heather inhaled the
musky scent of their mixed love juices, and
immediately was overwhelmed with lust. Although she
had never eaten another woman before, there were many
times she had performed this same service for a lover
and tasted her own juices. In fact, she often licked
her vibrator clean after it had been inside her. So
Heather was no stranger to the tangy mix which filled
her mouth on the first suck. She loved it.
But within three head-bobs, her son's dick was clean
as a whistle, and Heather started laving her saliva
all over his hardening rod. As he came to full
hardness, however, she felt him shift under her. She
was vaguely disappointed that Kevin wanted to fuck so
soon; she had decided to suck him off and drink his
cum. But seconds later she realized that he wasn't
ready to fuck, he was merely shifting around so that
his head was opposite her crotch. He was going to eat
her!
She pulled her head back and swallowed a mouthful of
saliva before saying, "Kevin, honey, Mommy's awfully
messy, are you sure you want to do that?"
Kevin realized what she was referring to, but it
didn't bother him.
"It's only the same stuff you're licking off me,
right?" he asked.
"Yes," she replied. Then gasped as he sunk his tongue
between her pussy lips.
"Mmmm," was all he said, then "This ain't half bad."
"Isn't," she replied dreamily, "Isn't half bad." Then
returned to her own sucking.
For several minutes only the sound of wet slurps,
licks, gasps, and groans filled Kevin's darkened
bedroom as mother and son sixty-nined. Heather
marveled at the mature, caring attitude her son showed
as a lover. NO man she had ever been with would eat
her out once he had come inside her, but many expected
her to give them head after the first round to get
them up for the second. She never faulted them for it,
but was glad her son was different. Of course, he was
like that about everything. Then her mind whirled as
Kevin centered his ministrations on her clit.
Pulling back she encouraged him. "Oh, yes! Kevin,
don't stop... Oh, you good boy. Unnnh! Oh you're soooo
good at eating my pussy. Ohhh, YESSS! DO IT! Make,
Make me... Unnnh! Oh, yeah, yeah, oh OH! OOOOHHHHH
FUCK! YOU'RE MAKING MOMMY CUMMMMMM!" and she exploded,
seeing stars, hearing bells and cumming wildly. As she
came down off her plateau, Kevin continued to lick her
gently, cleaning all around her pussy without
stimulating her too much. With a touch of pride
Heather thought, "My son's a natural born pussy-
eater."
"Thank you honey," she finally breathed, "now lay back
and let Mommy do you."
Kevin reclined with his hands behind his head as
before, only this time his head was pointed toward the
foot of the bed. Heather drew up on her knees between
his legs, and dropped her mouth back down on his spit-
covered shaft. She began a steady up and down motion,
taking more of his cock deeper each time. Kevin urged
her on.
"Yes, Mom, oh yeah. Oh, that feels great. Oh, pull
your hair back, yeah that's good. Yeah, I wanna see
you suck me. YEAH."
Heather had to keep pushing her hair back over her
ears to allow her son to see what she was doing.
Finally she flipped her long dark locks over to one
side and turned her head slightly, giving him a three-
quarter view while coincidentally applying some
corkscrew suction to his rod. This elicited a louder
moan than usual, so she continued that motion,
twirling around and down each time.
His slim young shaft was too long for her to get
completely in her mouth, so as she stimulated his
balls with one hand, she wrapped the other around the
base of his cock and pumped him some more. Pretty soon
she could feel him start to tense up and she knew his
cum was imminent. She was determined to give him the
maximum pleasure, so as she felt him begin to build,
she opened her throat and bobbed her head down as far
as possible, taking him deep into her gullet and
massaging him there.
Kevin nearly leaped out of his skull at his mother's
deep-throat action. The cum literally flew from his
rod and pumped directly down her throat. Heather
jerked her head back involuntarily as a drowning
feeling overcame her. She snorted quickly, trying to
keep her son's dick in her mouth, but his young load
bulged her cheeks out faster than she could swallow,
and she had to pull back to catch her breath. Her hand
kept pumping him however, and Kevin watched in
amazement as spurt after spurt of his seed splashed
off him mother's eye's and cheeks and hair and, as she
pulled back, her pendulous tits.
Heather could not believe the amount of cum her son
was shooting. When he finally stopped, she sat back on
her haunches, then swallowed what she had in her
mouth, then looked down at the gooey mess coating most
of her upper body, then looked at her son.
"You're a MESS," he said, then they both broke out in
gales of laughter. It was true: pearl drops of cum
hung suspended in her hair. Small trickles ran down
her cheeks like tears. A trail dripped from her mouth,
down her chin and onto a breast. Her chest was covered
in his slimy goo, and both hands were drenched. "Oh,
well," Heather laughed, "it's a shame to let this go
to waste." She began licking her fingers, savoring
every taste of her son's jism. Kevin got up from the
bed as she grinned at him and said, "Mmmm, finger-
lickin' good."
Kevin smiled at her, but did not laugh. Instead, he
retrieved the washcloth Heather had used to clean him
earlier. The water in the bowl was cooler by now, but
he rinsed the cloth, wrung it out and gently began to
clean his mother off.
In wonderment she stared at her son, so tenderly
cleaning his lover off. He wiped her chest and tits,
not in a sexual manner. He cleaned her face and arms,
turning her and holding her almost exactly as she had
cleaned him when giving him baths as a child. Finally,
when she was no longer coated with her son's cum, he
put down the washcloth, took her face in her hands and
kissed her gently. "I love you, Mom. Thank you."
"Oh darling," she sobbed, "thank YOU." Then they lay
together, holding each other tenderly as they fell
asleep.
-= Chapter 8 =-
The rest of that Saturday passed normally and quickly.
They both woke from their nap refreshed and happy. The
air of tension which had permeated the house was
replaced by one of relief and a kind of expectancy, as
both Heather and Kevin looked forward to furthering
their sexual relationship.
While Kevin cleaned the house a little that afternoon,
Heather went shopping and brought home the makings for
Kevin's favorite dinner: ribs and french fries. The
two cooked dinner together, then ate it at the same
table where they'd had their "date" the night before.
Then they cuddled together and watched TV, as they had
done on countless nights before, but with one not-so-
subtle difference: both were naked. As the Saturday
evening shows played out, mother and son idly stroked
and cuddled each other. They would make out during
commercials. It was only 8:30 when Kevin said, "I'm
tired, I think I'll go to bed now."
"Oh, you're right," Heather giggled, "It's way past MY
bedtime." Then hand in hand they went upstairs. At the
top of the stairs they faced one another. "Your place
or mine?" Heather asked lightly.
"How about yours?" Kevin suggested, "mine's a little
small." And so they went to bed and made love, then
fell asleep.
Sunday passed in much the same way, with mother and
son fucking and sucking whenever they felt like it,
mostly in the bedrooms or the den. They never put
their clothes back on the rest of the weekend. At one
point, Heather was standing at the kitchen sink doing
dishes, wearing nothing but an apron.
She looked out across the back yard into their
neighbor's yard and saw Mr. McHenry mowing the lawn
while Mrs. McH tended her flower garden. They were an
older retired couple who at times had given Heather
disapproving looks when she would dally in her back
yard with some beau. "What would they think if they
knew about me now?" she thought, then half-wished they
could look over and see her naked. "I'll bet they'd
both have a stroke."
Then she jumped as she felt Kevin wrap his hands
around her and grab hold of her tits. He snaked his
tongue into her ear. "Whatcha doin'?" he asked
innocently.
"Waiting for some stud to come fuck me," she replied
wickedly.
Kevin dropped a hand beneath the apron and noted that
his mother was dripping with lust. "Your wish is my
command," he said, then buckled his knees, grabbed his
mom's hips, slipped forward and rose up again,
impaling Heather from behind.
"Ohhh, KEVIN," she breathed. She bent over the sink as
he started sliding in and out. Her tits dipped into
the sudsy warm water before her, and the feeling was
incredible. Then she straightened a little to create
more friction on her son's pistoning cock. Kevin's
hands returned to her tits, and mashed them all over,
slipping all around the sudsy mounds. His palms slid
freely over her nipples, hyper-exciting them. Heather
flipped her hair back from her face, and caught sight
of Mr. McHenry walking his grass clippings over to his
compost heap.
She knew he probably couldn't see her, but just being
in an open line of sight to the neighbors while
fucking her son gave her a delicious feeling of
wickedness. Clamping down on her son's rod with her
pussy muscles, she started to shake in orgasm. A few
minutes later, Kevin fired another load up his Mom's
pussy, then walked shakily over to the kitchen table
and sat down. The strain of keeping his knees bent
while fucking was a bit much for him.
Heather came over and knelt before him to lick his rod
clean. "You know," she said, "I think the McHenry's
saw us."
"What!" he said, alarmed, but his prick involuntarily
started at the idea.
"Relax," she said, "I was just kidding." Then she
kissed him turned to finish the dishes.
***
The next morning was tough on them both. Heather had
to leave earlier than Kevin, and so was dressed and
nearly ready to leave when he awoke. He came
downstairs and sat on the couch, naked as was now
usual, and hard as a rock.
Heather was putting on her second earring and heading
for the foyer closet for her raincoat when she caught
sight of her son sitting awkwardly on the couch. He
looked a touch comical with his sleepy eyes, his
tousled hair and a long slim hard-on poking up out of
his lap. He looked like a lost, horny puppy. "Poor
baby," she said, "Mommy's got to go to work."
"I know, I'll just *miss* you is all," he said, but
with a little of the wicked gleam returning.
She walked over to kiss him good-bye, but as she bent
over him, he ran a hand up under her skirt and cupped
her pussy through her panties. Heather shivered in
ecstasy, then made a quick decision. "Okay, ONE cum,
and then it's off to school, do you understand, young
man?"
"Yes ma'am," he grinned, trying to sound contrite but
pleased beyond reason.
"Fine then, where do you want to deposit your load, in
my hand, in my mouth or in my pussy?"
"Well, if I cum in your hand you'll have to wash them.
And if you give me a blowjob your make-up will get
ruined. Sooo..."
"Okay, fine," she said briskly, "you may fuck Mommy in
her pussy." It was the first time all weekend that
they had talked like this, as if he were a much
younger child. But Heather really enjoyed it. She
reached under her skirt and pulled down her panties.
Leaving them around one ankle, she knelt on the couch,
resting her forearms on one arm of the couch and
facing away from her son.
Kevin got onto his knees behind his mother. It was an
interesting view, as she was fully clothed and wearing
her London-style raincoat. The only incongruity was
the frilly panties around one ankle. He lifted up the
skirts of the coat and placed them on her back. Then
he started to rub her stockinged legs.
"Hurry up, please," she called back in a businesslike
manner, although the tremble in her voice betrayed her
excitement.
"Yes, ma'am," Kevin said, lifting her skirt and
displaying her lovely round buttocks and pretty pussy.
He knee-walked in, then placed one hand on her back to
hold the coat and skirt out of the way. With the other
hand he rubbed the head of his cock between her pussy
lips. They were dripping wet. With one long, slow push
he sank his cock into his mother's pussy.
"Ahhhhh," they both sighed.
Kevin grabbed hold of his mom's hips and began a quick
steady stroke. Unable to act detached any longer,
Heather reached a hand back and began to diddle her
clit. She knew Kevin would cum quickly and wanted to
be with him. But he was a bit too quick for her. With
a final thrust and a long gasping sigh, he buried
himself to the hilt and let his orgasm flow throbbing
into his mother's love hole. Then he quickly withdrew
and sat back on the couch. "I'm done," he announced.
"I'm not," Heather panted, her fingers flying over her
clit.
"But, Mom, you'll be late," Kevin teased.
"Then come on and help me," she growled.
Wordlessly, Kevin leaned over, stuck his face in his
mom's ass, and shoved his tongue up her pussy.
"Gaaaaah," she cried, as her orgasm swept over her.
Kevin withdrew and she stood up, pulling up her
panties and smoothing her skirt. "Okay," she said.
"Fine," she said. "That's it. I've got to go."
"Bye," Kevin grinned, his shrinking cock flopping over
on his thigh.
"I love you, honey," she said, then left for work.
-= Chapter 9 =-
During the week they fell into a sort-of routine. Each
morning she would take care of his hard-on. Sometimes
still in bed, sometimes together in the shower, once
she knelt on the kitchen floor and blew him while he
ate his breakfast. They would spend the day dreaming
about each other, then hurry home and get it on some
more. They discovered after a burned supper on Monday
that it was best to wait till after dinner to get too
involved. Oddly enough, though their love- making was
varied, they didn't get beyond oral sex and
intercourse. Heather figured they should wait until
the weekend to try new things, when they had plenty of
time (and energy).
Friday after soccer practice Kevin rushed home. He'd
started skipping his after-practice showers because
one thought of his mom made him hard as a rock, and
that could get embarrassing in a shower full of guys.
Since it was Friday, he was looking forward to a long
night, and weekend, of sex, because during the week
they'd had to go to sleep earlier.
But when he got home, he was surprised to find his
mother dressed. All week long the most she'd had on
when he came in was oven mitts. "I'm sorry honey," she
said, "I forgot I had invited the Foreman's over
tonight." Two weeks before, Etta Foreman, a co-worker
who was married to one of the staff MDs, had arranged
this get-together so she could introduce Heather to
her cousin, Lyle, who would be visiting.
Kevin was extremely disappointed. He ran up to the
shower and didn't even feel like masturbating. He came
down in a little while to find Heather serving drinks
to Jim and Etta Foreman, and Etta's Cousin Lyle. He
politely said hello, then faded from the room.
A little later his mother called from the kitchen,
"Kev, can you come here a minute? I need a hand."
As soon as the kitchen door swung shut behind him,
Heather grabbed him and gave him a huge, tonsil-
searching kiss. "Don't worry, honey," she whispered,
"Lyle's a dweeb and Etta's a bore. Jim's a corpse, but
I don't wonder with Etta gabbing like that. We'll feed
'em and get rid of 'em." Then she rubbed her hand down
the front of his pants. "Then we'll take care of
this."
This perked Kevin up considerably, to the point where
he even went out and tried to socialize with the
Foreman's: Nurse Gabby, Dr. Dead and Cuzzin Dweeb. All
through dinner, his mother shot him meaningful
glances, serious looks while she ran a stockinged foot
up his leg under the table. The Foreman's were
oblivious to the mother-son footsie that went on.
After dinner, however, as they had dessert in the den,
Dead Jim shocked Kevin and Heather by waking up and
saying. "Y'know, back when I was in 'Nam..."
Kevin said, "Uh, I've got to study," and abruptly
fled.
"Serious boy," Etta remarked, "to study on a Friday
night. Go ahead, dear."
Within 20 minutes, however, Heather had had enough.
Dr. Dead had launched into a monotonous recitation of
his exploits, which apparently Lyle the Dweeb had
never heard before, because he asked many questions
which sent Jim off on interminably dull tangents. "If
you don't mind," she said, "I've got to finish dishes.
No that's all right, keep going, I'll be right back."
and she escaped to the kitchen.
As she pushed open the door, Kevin was seated right in
front of her on the edge of the kitchen table, eating
a slice of pie. He was already in his pajamas. Unable
to help herself, Heather sat down in the chair in
front of him, fished out his cock and began blowing
him.
"Hey, great, are the Foreman's gone?"
"No," she said around a mouthful of cock.
"What?" he cried.
"Don't worry," she said, "they think I'm doing
dishes."
"I did them already," Kevin said.
"Great, then I'll do you, instead."
Kevin thrilled to the idea of fooling around with his
mom while two rooms away the guests suspected nothing.
Heather did too, it was a logical extension of her
thoughts about the Mchenry's last Sunday. It was
always that little idea of the forbidden and dangerous
which tantalized her. She decided to really get
daring.
She jumped up and said, "Get down."
Kevin hopped off the table and stood with his back to
the door, his cock wagging out of his pajama bottoms,
as his mother quickly shucked her panties and tossed
them into a cabinet. "Okay," she said, "put that chair
there. You stand there between the chair and the
table. If anyone tries to open the door, it will push
the chair into you and stop. Sit down and act like
you've been sitting there the whole time. In the
meantime," she hopped on the table, lifted her skirt
and spread her legs, "come fuck your mom."
Kevin grinned as he followed her instructions to the
letter. Within seconds the tableaux was set and
Heather's ankles were locked behind her son's back.
She gripped his shoulders and leaned back as Kevin,
his hands on her waist, pumped steadily in and out.
Over their quiet grunts and sighs they could
occasionally hear the Foreman's two rooms away. Once
the guests erupted in laughter, and Heather's pussy
constricted around Kevin's cock. After a few minutes,
Kevin felt his balls start to churn. "Gonna cum," he
grunted.
"Me, too," Heather said, biting her lip. Seconds
later, mother and son both came as his molten white
fluid poured into her spasming matronly twat. Then
Heather lay back on the table, exhausted, as Kevin
flopped on top of her.
"I could go again," she said.
"Me too, Mom."
"Wait here, I've got an idea."
Heather walked back into the den and Dr. Foreman
paused as they all looked up at her. Feigning a
concerned look she said, "I'm sorry, but I have to
call it a night. Kevin's got a terrible head-ache and
I need to take care of him."
"Poor fella," Dr. Foreman said solicitously, "I hope
he'll be okay."
Heather felt a twinge of guilt, but only a twinge as
she said, "Thank you for your concern."
As they were leaving Etta remarked, "Comes of studying
too much on a Friday night."
"Yes, but he's learning SO MUCH," Heather dead-panned,
then froze as she felt a trickle of her son's sperm
leak down her leg toward the hem of her skirt.
"Are you alright, dear?"
"Oh, fine, I just feel a little headache coming on
myself. Goodnight." she hustled them out the door,
then fell against it laughing quietly after it shut
behind them.
"Mommmeee," Kevin called from the other room, "I've
got a HEAD-ache."
Then they both dissolved in gales of laughter.
-= Chapter 10 =-
Later that evening, Heather lay between Kevin's legs
and was nursing his hard-on back after they had fucked
again. She decided to try a little something
*different*.
"Are you up for a new sensation?" she asked her son.
"I'm up for anything," he returned.
"Okay, scoot your ass down here and hang your legs off
the bed."
Kevin complied, and Heather knelt between his feet.
She resumed sucking him off, using extra saliva.
"That's great, Mom," Kevin said, "but apart from the
blood rushing to my feet I don't feel anything new."
"Okay, wise guy," she said, lifting her head and
fisting his slick cock, "What was the first thing
about me that turned you on?"
"Oh, jeez, that was so long ago. OW, stop squeezing...
okay, okay. It was your titties."
Heather lifted her heavy tits one in each hand and
mashed them together around her son's cock. Massaging
them up and down she said, "How do you like fucking
Mommy's titties, son?"
"Ohhhh," was all the answer she got.
So she kept right on going, slowly massaging her tits
up and down his rod. After a while she said "Can you
cum like this?"
"I think so," he said.
"Let's try it another way," she said. Then she hopped
up on the bed and lay down next to him. "Come here and
straddle me. That's it."
Kevin quickly got the idea and lay his rod between her
massive tits. Heather pushed them together from the
sides and Kevin started fucking into the natural
tunnel her cleavage made. As his long prick poked
through near her chin, Heather lifted her head and
began sucking the tip on every stroke.
She couldn't get her mouth around it quickly enough
without scraping her son's sensitive skin with her
teeth, so she settled on wetting her lips and making
them into an 'O'. Kevin caught on and began aiming the
head of his cock for that moist 'O' and was rewarded
with the sensation of plowing through tits, then air,
then lips with his enflamed glans.
Pretty soon, however, he picked up the pace and
started to ignore her mouth, instead pushing his cock
into her tits with short, quick strokes. His flowing
pre-cum kept him lubricated enough to quicken the
pace. Heather urged him on, "Oh, yesss, baby, fuck
mommy's titties. Fuck 'em hard. Fuck 'em fast. Oh,
your mommy loves your big hot cock. Shoot that jizz
all over my tits... shoot your cum in mommy's
face...Yess..."
And with a grunt, Kevin complied. His jism splashed
all over her chest, between her heaving tits, against
her chin, over her lips and face...everywhere. As he
slid back down her body to lay between her legs, his
mother hefted one cum-coated tit to her lips and began
sucking it frantically. Kevin began to apply finger
stimulation to her pulsing twat, as he lowered his
face to her other tit and licked and sucked his own
cum from it. This made Heather hotter than ever, and
mother and son both licked his jizz from everywhere
they could reach. Finally, Kevin dropped his lips to
hers and gave her a deep kiss. Heather felt him
trickle a load of his own cum from his mouth into
hers, just as he hit her clit. The ensuing orgasm
shook the whole bed ash she nearly flipped her son off
her in the ferocity of her cum.
As they both drifted to sleep, Heather thought, "What
an incredible lover."
-= Chapter 11 =-
The next morning, Kevin woke to find his mother gone.
A note on the fridge said she got called in to work,
so she had to leave quickly. Kevin was almost mad
about missing his morning cum, but then he remembered
just exactly how much his mother had given of herself
to him, and he couldn't be upset.
Instead, as the morning ran on, he decided to do
something nice for her. So he fixed a quick lunch of
leftover roast beef sandwiches, and caught the bus for
the hospital.
Once there, he headed up to Heather's floor and began
to look for her. At the ward desk he found out she was
down the hall, medicating a patient. He found her
applying the hypodermic to a man's IV. The man seemed
asleep, but his breathing was labored. As the shot
took effect, though, his breathing smoothed and
deepened.
"Hi honey," she said when she looked up and saw him
there.
"Is he okay?" Kevin asked.
"Well, he's in a lot of pain from some broken bones,
but nothing life- threatening. The morphine we just
gave him should knock him out for a couple of hours.
What brings you here?"
"I brought you lunch," he said, holding up the bag.
"Great, hold on a sec." Heather picked up the phone
and called the desk, "Sal, I'm going on break to have
lunch with my son, okay? Thanks."
"Where should we go?" Kevin asked.
"How 'bout right here? Mr. Jacobs is out for at least
two hours. We could sit on the edge of this other bed
and look out the window."
"Cool," he said.
So Heather pulled the curtain between the beds and
they shared their sandwiches. As they finished up and
were stuffing the scraps back into the bag, Heather
said, "Well, that took all of ten minutes. What should
we do with the rest of the hour?" She'd meant it as a
rhetorical question, but the same thought struck them
both at the same time.
"Uh, I missed you this morning," Kevin said.
"Uh, I missed you, too, honey. Did my little darling
wake up all nasty and hard."
"Oh, very hard, and there was no Mommy to make it go
away." They had fallen back into that speech pattern,
which excited them both.
"And what did you do to make it go away."
"Nothing, it's still here."
"Well, we had better do something about it before
Mommy's little boy bursts."
Kevin stood up and unzipped his pants. He had to open
the waist band, too, just to get his lengthening rod
out, but he had no underwear on. For her part, Heather
opened the top few buttons of her uniform and pulled
her bra beneath her tits, which pushed them together
and up and out. Then she shucked her panties and
stuffed them in the pocket of her cardigan.
"Come here," she breathed, "let Nurse Mommy make that
swelling go away." And she sucked Kevin into her
mouth. Kevin let his pants drop around his ankles as
he put his hands on his mother's head, guiding it back
and forth as she sucked him off.
Heather's hands grabbed hold of her son's ass as she
stuffed him into her mouth. She kneaded and rubbed his
taut butt cheeks while she sucked. Then, she dropped
one of her hands between his legs and caressed his
balls. The other continued to knead his young ass.
Suddenly she recalled certain details taught to her by
one of her lovers, and decided to try it on Kevin.
With his head back and his eyes closed, rocking back
and forth, Kevin was lost in the feeling of his mom's
eager mouth around his hot dick. He wanted to cum soon
so he could eat her pussy and then perhaps fuck before
her hour was up. Meanwhile, she was doing great things
with her hands as well. Suddenly, her hand behind him
slipped a little and tickled his asshole. He jerked
forward a bit, almost gagging his mom, but the index
finger persisted. Actually, once he got used to the
idea, it felt kind of good. He pushed back against it
a little, when suddenly it disappeared.
Just as suddenly, it reappeared between his legs,
brushing past his balls, where it could get a better
angle. Kevin pushed against it again, and suddenly it
had slipped past his sphincter. It didn't go deep at
first, it just sat there, letting Kevin get used to
the feeling. Instead, Heather intensified her sucking
on the front end. As Kevin got used to the finger up
his ass, he relaxed and got back into the groove of
the blowjob. This allowed the finger to penetrate
further and further. Kevin really started to get
worked up, and soon he could feel the cum gathering in
his nuts. Just as he hit the brink, that finger got
all the way in and Heather tickled her son's prostate.
With a loud groan, Kevin jammed his cock deep down his
mom's throat and came like crazy.
Heather had expected just such a reaction and was
prepared. As Kevin had the hottest cum of the week,
his mother calmly gulped and swallowed. Finally, when
he was spent, she removed her finger and dropped his
softening rod from her mouth.
Kevin sank to his knees with a groan. Heather lifted
his chin and kissed him, letting a little of his cum
trickle into his mouth. Kevin shivered deliciously,
then kissed her back, hard. He kissed her repeatedly
on the lips and face, then her neck, finally dropping
his attention to her tits. He licked and sucked and
tongued the nipples, meanwhile sending his hands down
to spread his mom's thighs and began working on her
pussy. Finally he lifted her legs over his shoulder,
and as she sighed tremulously, dropped his mouth to
her twat.
Slowly and easily, at almost a leisurely pace, Kevin
worked his tongue up and down her slit, between the
lips slightly, then out. Heather leaned back on one
elbow, keeping one hand wrapped up in her son's hair,
holding him close to her mound. Not that she needed
to, because Kevin was a glutton when it came to eating
pussy, or rather a gourmet.
Every so often he'd flick her clit, causing her to
jerk lightly. He also began to range further afield in
his licking until before Heather even noticed, her son
was licking her asshole as well. In a little bit,
however, he concentrated exclusively on her pussy,
much to her disappointment.
That disappointment was short-lived, however, as his
own index finger soon replaced his tongue at her back
door. In much the same fashion as she had done to him,
Kevin intensified his licking of his mother's twat as
he slipped his finger into her rectum.
What he didn't know was that women don't have a
prostate like men do. Nevertheless, Heather enjoyed
the feeling of having her ass full of her son's digit.
In the past, several lovers had tried anal sex with
her, and while the manual part was always fun and
stimulating, their cocks had been a bit too thick for
comfort. Too thick. If only their cocks were
thinner... Suddenly, Kevin shoved his finger deep and
attacked her clit with lips, tongue and teeth.
Startled, Heather was surprised into a very hard, fast
orgasm. The quickness of it left her wanting much
more, however.
"Are you hard again?" she whispered.
"Like iron," he replied.
"Good, hold on," Heather ducked around the curtain to
check on Jacobs. "He's deeply out, she said. Then she
hit the controls to raise the level of the bed. Kevin
noticed that she had a tube of toothpaste in her hand.
Toothpaste?
Noticing his look, Heather said, "It's petroleum
jelly. There's a tube of it in every nightstand." She
quickly squirted some in her palm and began jacking
his cock with it.
"Mom," he whispered, "aren't we past the jack-off
stage?"
"Don't *you* be a jack-off," she said, coating his
cock liberally with goo. Then she turned around and
leaned over the raised bed. "Okay, honey," she said,
"fuck Mommy in the ass."
"All-RIGHT," Kevin said, "this looks like fun."
Without further ado, he pressed the head of his cock
against his mom's sphincter and began to push in.
"Easy, slowly," she gasped. "We can do this, but it
has to be slow."
Following her instructions, easing in when she said
go, waiting when she said stop, Kevin soon had most of
his cock embedded up his mother's ass. As she
suspected, the full feeling was not uncomfortable, her
son's skinny cock going places that other men's cocks
had been too big to get. As he started a slow, in- out
movement, she felt no pain, but a deep different
pleasure she'd never felt before, as if her pussy were
being stimulated from inside out, back to front.
For his part, Kevin could not take the tightness of
his mother's anal passage for very long. About five
minutes into it he said, "M-Mom, I'm gonna cum s-
soon."
"Okay, honey," she said, almost serenely, "you go
right ahead." But she dropped her fingers to her clit
to try to get there too. As Kevin slowly pumped into
her ass, never varying his speed, she could feel her
own climax coming on as well. Kevin beat her too it,
but not by much. Still pumping slowly and steadily, he
felt the cum pour from his dick in what felt like a
steady stream. He gave a long sigh as it did so,
almost as though relaxing from a tensed up posture.
Heather's climax was also long, deep and satisfying.
She groaned in appreciation when she felt her son's
spunk flooding her bowels, then trembled and started
cumming herself. As she came down a little while
later, Kevin pulled his dick out of her ass, causing
one last shiver of delight from his mom.
Minutes later, they were both fully dressed and
Heather walked her son to the elevator. As they passed
the desk, Sally asked Heather, "Did you give that
morphine to Mr. Jacobs before you went to lunch?"
"Of course I did, why?"
"It's just that the patient next door buzzed a while
ago and said that there was an awful lot of groaning
coming from his room."
It was all mother and son could do to keep from
cracking up on the spot. "I'll check on him right
away," she said, "Bye' honey, thanks for bringing me
lunch."
"I'll see you at dinner," he said, as the elevator
arrived. "I'll have a special *dessert* ready for you
tonight."
"What a great kid," Sally marveled as the elevator
doors slid shut.
"He is that," Heather agreed, almost to herself, "he
is that indeed."
Tiger
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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