Part 4
I don’t know why I thought things would be normal after that. I had crossed a major line with Jake, and no matter how much I wanted to justify it as just a learning experience, it was more than that for both of us. I couldn’t get that day out of my head. I continued to masturbate often to that day, knowing it was so wrong but the taboo nature made it that much more exciting. The first few nights, after that day, I would try to get Tom to have sex with me, but he denied me each time. I became content with the fantasy of that day and that sustained me for the coming week. Jake was really loving after that day, and that was a wonderful bonus. He was a lot attentive and helpful around the house and wasn’t too inappropriate. Occasionally he’d run his hand over my ass or tits, when Tom wasn’t around. I loved the attention and didn’t stop him. Finding myself alone again that Saturday, I got high and started cleaning house. I went into Kyle’s room and laid on his bed and lightly touched myself, wishing he’d come home again. I snapped myself out of it and pulled off his sheet, discovering my panties tucked near the wall. I pulled them out and looked at them. They were the ones from that day. The fabric was stiff and I knew that he was using them to masturbate with. I put them in the laundry and continued to clean.
The following week, Kyle was more sexually aggressive. One day he pulled up my t-shirt, so he could grope and suck on my tits, and Tom was in the other room. I scolded him but he just laughed. That night, after a few drinks with Tom at home, Tom was finally responsive to my advances and we headed to the bedroom to have sex. The alcohol, mixed with a lot of sexual frustration, all came out when Tom was in me, making my screams and moans a lot louder than I usual. I just needed a good fuck and Tom was finally giving me what I needed. After a few times of telling me to quiet down, I climbed off his cock and gave him the blowjob I wanted to give Jake. I took his cock in my mouth and sucked on it hard, while stroking the lower part of his cock with my hand. I took in as much of I could, into my mouth and pretended it was Jake as I moved his cock in and out of my mouth. Tom moaned and came into my mouth and I swallowed his load easily and climbed up his body. We kissed and I rolled onto my back, ready for him to go down on me but Tom just laid there.
“I’m sorry honey. I’m tired, I’ll make it up to you next time.” I rolled over and kissed him, smiling.
“It’s ok hon.” I smiled, I felt good and it was ok I didn’t have an orgasm. I was just happy he finally fucked me for a while. Tom fell asleep almost immediately and I got up and cleaned up. I put on my robe and quietly walked to the kitchen to get a drink. I quickly finished the glass of water and poured another, then sat in the on the couch, under the light of the hallway light. I was tired but started to play with the crotch of my underwear, as I thought about Tom and I having sex and how much I missed it. The feel of his body against mine and his cock deep inside me, our hips slapping together. I massaged my tits a little, letting the robe fall open. I opened my eyes briefly and saw Jake standing there staring at me. I covered up immediately.
“Sorry baby, I didn’t realize.” I said as he sat down next to me on the couch.
“So even after all that rough sex, you still touch yourself?” He inquired.
“Stop baby. What are you doing up?”
“I couldn’t sleep,” He stated plainly. “You were so loud. Did you do that on purpose, so I’d hear? Were you trying to make me jealous?”
“No baby, sorry, I’m so sorry. I just got carried away.” I confessed.
“I’ve never heard you that loud before.” He said. “Usually, I just hear slight moans.”
“You can hear us have sex?” I was shocked, thinking the walls were thicker.
“Not usually,” He stated. “It depends if the door is cracked or if I’m trying to listen.”
“Trying to listen?” I asked, knowing that I always check that the door is shut when we have sex, though it never registered until that moment that there were a few times that the door was ajar, like tonight. “Wait, do you listen to us having sex?”
He denied it at first but admitted it when I pressed him on it.
“You two don’t have sex often, but sometimes when you do, I like to listen to you.”
“JAKE!” I said a little too loudly, breaking the silence in the house. He smiled at me, telling me that he loved hearing the noises I make during sex.
“It’s unbelievably sexy hearing you moan.”
I slapped him playfully on the arm and he moved to defend himself and then pulled open my robe, exposing my body. I tried to cover back up but he pulled it open again. “So, again, were you moaning and screaming loudly tonight to make me jealous?”
“No.” I said honestly. “I just needed that tonight. Your father and I haven’t had sex since before that baseball game you and I watched together.”
He told me that if we were married, he’d have sex with me every night. I reminded him how inappropriate that was, while my naked body was still exposed to him.
“So, the sex was better tonight?” he asked.
“It’s like when I gave you the hand job,” I explained, not able to keep it nonsexual. “It felt so much better when I did it for you than when you do it, right?”
He agreed.
“Do you always cum that much by the way?” I asked, curious and still a little buzzed.
“No, but was that a lot?”
“It’s just like that.” I continued, ignoring his question. “It just felt extra good when your father and I were together tonight. A lot better than when I masturbate.”
“But why were you louder tonight?” pushing the topic.
“Ok, you confessed that you listen to us having sex sometimes, do you sometimes look?”
“Yes.” He admitted, looking away from me.
“Jesus Jake.” I said. “Ok, so since you’ve been truthful, it’s my turn. Since the baseball game, I’ve been extra worked up and have a lot of backed up sexual energy. More than usual, and it was partially released tonight.” I confessed.
“Partially?”
Fuck, I thought, God damn detective Jake over there.
“Yeah, well, I didn’t finish.”
“But dad did?”
“Yeah,” I said. “And on that note, I need to go to bed.” I stood up but he grabbed my hand and pulled me back down to the couch.
“You can masturbate here. I’ll leave if you want me to.” He said and got up.
“No, it’s ok.” I said as he turned around quickly and sat down again. I laughed. “No, I meant it’s ok, I’m not going to masturbate, you pervert.” He moved his hand to the crotch of my panties and pushed his hand into my mound.
“Come on, you know you want to.” He smiled as he pulled at my panties.
“Stop” I laughed.
“Speaking of panties,” I looked up at him, letting him still push my panties into my wetness. “Did you take my panties the other day?”
“Yeah, I guess you found them when you did my sheets?”
“I did. What do you do with them?”
“Don’t get mad,” he said, looking me in the eyes. “I like to smell them and remember that day and sometimes I wrap it around my penis when I masturbate. Is that weird?”
“No hon, well, maybe a little since they’re not your girlfriend’s but they’re mine. I would feel more comfortable if they were Shayna’s.”
“Oh, we broke up.” He stated plainly. He explained how he tried what he learned on her the next day and she didn’t really respond, so he stopped. He tried later, when they were making out and she didn’t feel wet so he just stopped again. Then she broke up with him a few days later. He told me that he found out that she had sex with her new guy but that he said she was terrible but she gave it to him all the time. He was frustrated when he found that out earlier today.
“Oh, and that’s why you thought I was trying to make you jealous today…” I said, now understanding where he was coming from. He felt rejected sexually but if he pushed it, he probably could have been having sex with Shayna. Instead, he listened to me and he was still a virgin. “Do you blame me a bit?”
“No.” he smiled. “I get what you were teaching me and I think you’re right. I don’t want to just have sex. I want her to enjoy it, and want it, as much as I do.”
I was so proud and told him so, and he pushed his fingers against my panties again, pushing the fabric between my lips.
“How will you reward me?” he asked, moving my panties to the side and feeling the wetness in my crotch.
“Not that way.” I smiled.
He got up quickly and got down between my legs, then quickly pulled off my panties. I was prepared to fight him off but he stood up instead.
“I’ll take these.” He said as he walked towards his room. I sat there, shocked, watching him as he stopped and turned around. He walked back towards me.
“They are really wet.” He said. “Can I say one more thing, and I’m really sorry I’m about to say this, and don’t ask me why I’m telling you this, but I love how your wet panties smell, is that weird?”
“No” I said, instinctively covering myself with the robe.
“Good.” And he turned around and walked to his room. My fingers immediately went to my pussy and I started to finger myself hard, trying to not make too much noise as my palm slapped against my mound, driving my fingers deep. I moved to rubbing my clit, putting a pillow over my face and using my hand to push it down hard, so I could moan loudly as I came. The shame of the taboo was starting to fade in the background, as the excitement and attention became the driving force of my fantasies. I got up and walked towards my bed. I saw a little beam of light coming out from under Jake’s door and for some reason, I walked in. He was smelling my panties and slowly stroking his cock. He quickly covered up and hid the panties under the blanket when he heard me walk in.
“Mom!” he said in a hushed, stern voice.
“Move over.” I said as I opened up my robe and let it fall to the floor, as I walked towards the bed. He moved towards the wall and I climbed in, under the covers. I curled up against him, his skin was hot against mine.
“Can we just cuddle for a bit?” I asked and he agreed. I ran my hand across his chest and put my leg over his. “Can I ask you a question, but I want the real, honest answer, not some bullshit.”
“Sure.” He whispered, without hesitation.
I asked him why he didn’t force himself on me tonight and he told me that even though he really wanted to touch me, he was trying to respect my space. He asked me if I had wanted him to touch me and I lied and said that I didn’t. Hearing him say that he was learning to be respectful filled me with joy. Then I asked him the question that I really wanted to know. I asked him if the only reason he was attracted to me was because of how I dressed and because I was the only woman in the house.
“Honestly Mom,” He turned and looked at me. “I love you. You have always been there for me and have always cared for me. No matter the situation, I have always wanted to tell you about it. No matter how I feel, I always want to share those moments with you. I know that’s just love for my mother but even before all this, I would compare other people to you. You give everything to this family and don’t ask for anything in return. I love how you laugh, joke, teach… everything. Other people just couldn’t live up to the person you are and no one makes me feel the way I feel towards you. Then I started to notice how sad you would seem at times. You hide it well and never show it, but often I see it in your eyes as you sit alone and watch TV or when we go out running errands. I know you love Dad and how much it hurts you that he’s never around or doesn’t have time for you.”
His words moved me and my eyes started to get watery. I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Thank you.” I whispered, but he continued.
“When my friends started pointing out how hot you are, I hadn’t thought of you that way. I’d seen you half naked, even naked, so many times before and the thought never crossed my mind. You are my mom. Then a friend showed me that pic he took of you and for some reason, in that moment, I saw how beautiful you are. Your small, skinny frame, your perky breasts, your perfect ass, that smile. If you were a friend’s mom, I’d be doing the exact same thing they were doing, but you are my mom. I struggled with that for a long, long time. Then they started paying me for pics of you and when I looked at them, I couldn’t help myself. You were the first woman I have ever masturbated to. You are the first woman I ever had an orgasm to. That night, on vacation, that was the moment everything changed for me. I hate myself for what I did but I’m so happy how things turned out. I know it’s wrong but I love you so much for taking my darkest moment and helping me grow.”
I gave him a quick kiss on the lips and smiled.
“I have one more question. Will you show me how you masturbate with my panties?” I whispered seductively and he looked at me in disbelief as I searched for them and pulled them out from under his body and handed it to him. I pulled the blankets off of us, exposing his cock. I watched as he grabbed his cock and started stroking it, then put my panties to his face and inhaled deeply. He stroked his cock harder and faster and watched in fascination, never seeing anyone masturbate with my panties before. I touched myself as I watched and slid two fingers into my wetness and then put it to his mouth, slowly sliding my fingers in. He licked and sucked on my fingers.
“Do you also like the taste of me?” I whispered and he moaned, my fingers still in his mouth, and I watched as he came, his cum landing in puddles on his stomach. I got up and found a t-shirt in the hamper and wiped him up.
“Go pee and clean up.” I told him and crawled back into his bed, against the wall, and waited for him. He came back in bed and laid with me as I ran my fingers over his skin and played with his cock a little, which got hard again, very quickly. I explained to him that tonight didn’t change anything between us, and we can still never have sex, but that I was more open to the idea of us being a little more intimate. I told him how this moment was a reward for him being respectful to me earlier and that I needed that to continue. I kissed him on the cheek and climbed over him to leave when he pulled me down, on top of him. I could feel his cock against my inner thigh and my mind begged for me to just put it in me once. To feel it inside me. To feel that closeness with him but I resisted with all my might. He moved over towards the wall and held me to his side.
“Just a little longer Mom, please.” He said sweetly and I put my head on his shoulder as he held me. I was warm and comfortable and mistakenly fell asleep rather quickly. Thankfully I woke up a few hours later, and as I left, I looked Jake over. He slept with a slight smile on his face and his body was very much like his father’s. I looked down at his limp cock and fought the urge to hold it, touch the soft skin, and slowly bring it to life. I turned around quickly and quietly settled back into my bed. I laid awake, thinking about that night and what I had wanted to do, as light from the sun slowly filled the room. I rolled over and started to wake up Tom’s cock, pretending it was Jake’s, until Tom started to aroused and was hard. I pulled the covers off and climbed on top of him and slowly slid down his hard cock, waking him fully. I kissed him and told him how much I loved him and rode his cock until I had a quick orgasm. I begged him to go down on me, which he did, quickly bringing me to the edge again, until I pulled him up and guided him inside me. I moaned, extra loudly, hoping Jake would hear, as Tom fucked me hard and I came shortly after Tom grunted and I could feel his cum dripping out of me. We cuddled for a little bit until I hopped out of bed and put my robe back on, almost skipping to the kitchen, to go make breakfast.
That afternoon I sat on the couch with Jake and we talked, keeping our voices low. I asked questions to assure that he didn’t want a relationship, that he wasn’t trying to replace his father, and he assured me that was the furthest thing from his mind. He told me that he just has been enjoying what we’ve been doing and that he doesn’t want to get caught, any more than I did. The conversation was exactly what I needed to hear, and everything about the last two days made me feel incredible. Tom sat down on the couch next to us.
“You two talk like lovebirds.” He smiled. “I’d be jealous if he wasn’t our son.”
I laughed and leaned into Jake, who put his arms around me. “He’s my love.” I smiled.