I was given a room and took care of Roscoe and he slept with me. He kept me happy with his licking and I took care of him when he needed it. One day while Jack and Claire and Mom were all gone I had to have a good fuck and so Roscoe and I took our time and soon he was knoted to me filling me up with his dog cum. I was shouting like a whore for him to fuck me good and he was and suddenly I heard, "Oh my god, what have you turned into?" Mom was saying over and over again. I just stayed there knoted to Roscoe until he finished. Mom had tried to leave but Jack and Claire held her there by the arms and made her watch. "Your little girl likes all kinds of sex remember?" Claire said. "Remember you and her in bed for several nights and you enjoying every little lick and kiss?" Mom said she remembered and was ashamed. Jack took his pants off and went up to my bottom and slipped into my pussy bringing the fire back and I pushed against him begging him to fuck me hard. I looked around and Cliare was kissing Mom and Mom had given in to her hands opening her blouse and taking off her bra. Mom always said that she and I got all the breast in the famly since my two sisters were flat.

Jack filled me up and then since Claire and Mom were laying on the floor kissing now he went over and began eating Mom. She moaned and had orgasms like crazy and then he led Roscoe to her pussy and he began licking her. Claire blocked her view of who was licking her and she hada wonderful orgasm saying "Oh Jack, you are so bad, and you make me so bad." Jack stood up and said, It wasn't me licking you Hun." and she looked down and tried to get up. I got over and helped them turn Mom over and we led Roscoe to her bottom as she was on several cusions and her butt was in the air. Jack patted Mom's ass and Roscoe wasted not time getting up on her and began humping and Claire guided him to her pussy and he went in. "Oh my god Jack, he is so big, oh Claire, oh my god." as he got humped by Roscoe. He drove deeper and deeper and she was now in passionate  excitement and did not care. Then his knot went in and she let out a growl like an animal and began really humping with him. After a while he slipped from her and she laid there moaning.

We all slept in the same bed and Roscoe slept on the rug near us. I woke up the next morning and heard Mom, "Roscoe, come on boy, come lick Mommy." and he got over to her and began licking her. She scratched him behind his ears and made him lick more. Again he got on her and knoted her and Jack and Claire woke up from he noise. "Guess we will have to get you a good dog before we leave." Claire said. Mom kissed her and said, "Can't you just leave me Roscoe?"

 I got the idea in my head to try and please my mom sexually after she walked in on me masturbating. I was soaking in the bath and I started to rub myself, the door was shut and if she did need to get something should would knock, I was wrong. I was starting to get into it and I closed my eyes and started to picture my moms nude body when I heard the door knob turn and her walk in. I was at the point where you were so into it that it seems inpossible to stop rubbing it and I came with my mom in the room. 

 "Mom....I I I I'm sorry I couldn't stop," She started at me for a brief second and opended her mouth but seemed to not want to say what she had on her mind. "It's fine Danny, every one does it". She turned around and was about to walk out but turned around and took one last glance and shut the door. I quickly got out of the tub and dried my self off. By the time I was dressed for sleep my mom was in bed with the lights out. 

 It was about a week later and I hadn't really talked to my mom about the incident or anything really. That night I had decided that I would go in her room and talk to her about it. I knocked on her door and she yelled for me to come in, I did. I sat on the botton of the bed and we set in silence for a few minutes. 

 "What do you need honey, is this about the other day? You know I'm not mad about that, everyone does it, even I do it sometimes. I haven't had sex in a really long time honey, your young and expermenting." I was pretty shocked that she would admit that she masturbates. I was gonna try and slip a hint in about me wanting to fuck her. "Hey mom, do you want to know what I was jerking it to?" She stared at me wondering.... I took a breath and said: "I was picturing you and I fucking...I know it sounds weird but i've seen you nude so many times and now you've seen me." To my shock she didn't not look suprised but almost pleased with my coming out. 

 She looked at me with lust in her eyes and said "Well honey this house is just us in it and nobody would ever know that we did it. I have my tubes tied so we don't have to worry about getting pregnant and your always home so..." Hearing her say that it could work out I got a hardon and pulled down my pants to show my mom the penis she gave birth to. She looked at it and started to rub it. "God that feels good, put it in your mouth" I moaned. She got off of her bed and on her knees and started to give me one of the best blow jobs I had ever had to this day...I tried to last long but she was just to good and I came all on her shirt and on her face. "Your shirts ruined mom, you should take it off" Now my mom almost never wore a bra then so when she took her shirt off I was stoked to see her breast and be able to touch them. After she had her shirt off I started to take off her pajama pants, I guess I was going to slow for her and she took them off. She guided my dick inside of her and I was in extacy. Fucking my mom...hearing my mom moan because my dick inside of her...she started to pant "Harder Dan." I started to pump a little hard and she grabbing the sheets to her bed....I was breathing pretty hard now and she was still moaning and I came inside of her and she told me she was cumming. 

 My mom told me I should go to bed and rest up, we had a busy day tomorrow.

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There were four rooms upstairs, a bathroom and three bedrooms. The bathroom was first on the right, then my room, then mom's room and finally the spare bedroom. The registers were not on the floor upstairs as they were downstairs. They were actually in the walls about a foot off the floor. There was one connecting the bathroom and my room, my room and mom's room and mom's room and the spare bedroom. The hot air from the furnace would come up and some heat would go in one room and some in the other. Now the good thing was there was no flaps or anything so you could actually look from one room to another through the register and if you stayed off to the side, no one from the other room could tell anyone was watching them.

I was becoming a horny young teen and like a lot of youths, my mother was in a lot of my fantasies. With good reason. She had me at seventeen years old and was still very young looking and did not look like she had ever had any children. She was maybe five foot three or four and her tits were not large at all, maybe like a thirty four or something around that.

Now how do I know that? The registers. Mom would take her bath in the early evening usually. When she did, I made it a point to be in my bedroom. I would have some music going to hide any strange noises she might hear. Then I would take my place by the register to watch my mom with her bath routine.

She would get undressed in the bathroom and throw her clothes down the laundry chute. I could now occasionally catch a small glimpse of her with nothing on but then she would come to the sink, which was just to the side of the register and brush her hair. This gave me a perfect view of her neatly trimmed pussy. I couldn't believe how she had the hair mostly shaved off with a little strip of it, maybe an inch wide, coming down to her slit and stopping there. By now, I usually had a huge boner and would be playing with myself.

Then she would walk over to the bath tub where I could just see her from her head to her feet. I loved the view of her from behind walking over to the tub. She would climb in and bathe herself pretty much the same way every night I watched, but I now had a pretty good shot of her tits, not the best view though. Sometimes when she was finished, she would lie back and soak and would have a hand down in the tub and I figured she was playing with herself, but I didn't know how a girl did that, only guys with dicks. She would sometimes do this for a few minutes, make some low moaning sounds and then relax. She would wash her pussy again and then get up to dry off.

I could now see her front completely now, her tits down to her trimmed pussy. She would dry off and step out of the tub. Then she would feel her titties over good, I now figure checking for lumps. She would hang her towel up and then bend over the tub to clean it out. This afforded me a great shot of her behind and when she spread her legs just enough, I could get a fairly good view of her pussy lips and her asshole. I had only seen naked people in a nudist colony book my friend's dad had hid under his mattress. We jacked off to that many times but this was so much better, a real naked person.

When she put her robe on to go to her bedroom, I would scurry to my desk and act like I was doing homework just in case she came in to check on me. She would go past my closed door, go into her bedroom and close that door and then take her robe off. By now, I had shifted to the other register and watched her in her bedroom. Lots of times, she would take off her robe, but tidy up her room in the nude and I would get a lot of great shots of her naked body. When she would begin to dress, again I would get back to my desk so as to not give her any suspicion I was spying on her. Sometimes she would stop in my room, always knocked first, and sometimes just go back down the steps to watch television or something.

One day, school let out early for some reason, and I got home about an hour earlier than normal. I walked in and didn't see anyone so I headed up to my room. When I got there, I heard this noise and some muffled moans coming from mom's room. I almost ran in there thinking something was wrong, but decided to make sure first and looked through the register. There she was, naked lying on her bed with a vibrator between her legs. She would rub it up and down and stick it in her, rub her tits with her hands and finally gave out this loud moan, sounding almost like a grunt. It was loud, but then again, she thought she was alone.

This was more than I could take. I got on my bed and took my trousers and underwear off and began jacking off very feverishly. It was starting to feel real good when my mom opened my door and walked in naked. She must have jumped six feet in the air at the sight of me.

“What are you doing home already?” she asked. I stammered out that school let out early so I was going to lie down a while. I was holding my hand over my cock trying to hide it but of course she knew what I was doing and my dick was beginning to droop.

She walked over to me and moved my hand. My dick still was not very big yet and I had a patch of pubic hair just above it. “Look at how dry it is!” she said. “I will be right back.” She left the room but returned in a minute or so still completely naked.

She had a tube of something in her hand and put some of what was in it in the other hand and began rubbing it all over my dick. “If you are going to play with that thing, you need some moisturizer of some kind. This is a lubricant that will make it feel better for you.” She continued rubbing it on my dick and occasionally would dab a finger up my ass very lightly.

“There, now why don't you try pulling on it now that it is all slicked up and see how you like it.” As embarrassed as I was, my dick was almost completely erect again so I did as she said and she was right, it felt so much better this way. And with her watching me, that was the icing on the cake.

Within a minute, I shot a load clear up to my chin and more all the way down my front to my dick.

“I bet that felt better than any time you have done it, right?” she said and I had to agree with her.

She reached down and grabbed my underwear and began wiping me off. “You have more underwear and socks with stains in them than I can count. I am sure these have been used for this before so I may as well do it again.” She wiped me about as good as she could and then put some more lubricant in her hand and began rubbing my dick with it again. My dick, which had barely began to drop, sprang to attention again.

She got on the bed, on her knees and told me to get behind her. “Stick your dick in the crack of my ass and I will guide it inside of me.”

I did as told and soon my dick was in my mothers asshole. “Now push hard to get it all inside of me and then go back and forth.” She was like coaching me so I did what she asked. My dick came out of her a couple of times but she would put it right back in. And it was so tight, it was squeezing my dick and feeling really good.

As I pumped her, I could see one hand down by her pussy fingering herself. She was moaning and groaning and pretty soon, so was I. I could feel that surge and she said, “Cum in me. Give it to mommy. I want all your cum inside of me.” And she got it all too. That was the hardest I had ever cum in my life and my mom really loved feeling me cum inside of her. My dick sort of plopped out when I was done and she rolled over and laid on her back. She motioned for me to lie beside of her and I did. As she laid on her back, I noticed she hardly had any tits at all as they were sunk in from her lying down. I reached out and rubbed one of her nipples till it became hard.

“You are the first person who ever did that to me in my butt. I would never let your father do that but I figured you are not fully developed yet and that would be much tighter for you. You did great, you were awesome.”

She grabbed my underwear and wiped me off one more time. I was semi-erect when she started and almost completely erect by the time she was done. “Get on top of me. I think you are ready for this.” I got on top of her and she guided my dick into her pussy. “ Push it in as far as you can and start pumping like you did in my ass.”

Again she was coaching me and I did as told. “Now suck on my tits and kiss my neck. Make me shiver all over.” I sucked her tits and when I began kissing on her neck, she really started humping me. She pulled my head so close to her body I thought I was going to suffocate. With her other hand, she pushed on my ass to get me as deep as possible.

She raised her legs and was humping me as much as I was her. It felt good and I just kept going and going for what seemed to be forever. But then I felt that familiar surge and here it came again. “FUCK ME! FASTER! HARDER! DEEPER!” And then I let it go, once again filling her with my cum. She squeezed me so hard I couldn't breathe again. Then released me and fell limp. I rolled off her and laid beside her again. We both just lay there trying to catch our breath for a few minutes.

“Is this what you wanted?” she asked. “All that spying on me, me giving you shows and you jacking off and wiping it in your underwear. I assume this is what you wanted.”

I was shocked that she knew I had been spying on her and in one respect felt ashamed, in another, was turned on by it. I wondered how long she knew I had been watching her.

“No more closed doors,” she said, “If you want to jack off, just do it, no need to hide it. I know you do it and have been doing it for a while now. At least I know you're a normal, healthy young male. Now, I better get supper going because you have to get to baseball practice.”

With that, she crawled out of my bed and headed to her bedroom. I laid there in my bed thinking, “Baseball practice? I don't think I can walk, let alone go to baseball practice.”'

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 First instinct was to shout at him,but checking my tongue,I found it flattering that my son should feel I was sexually attractive to a teen. I felt my face flush up at my next thought,I'll flash my tit's! Now as guilty as hell,I flipped the front of the towel open with the intention of a tit flash only for a second. In my excitement,the towel slipped through my hands and instinctively I stooped to grab it back to cover my body.

 Having recovered it and wrapped myself completely again,I,on looking,saw the door was pulled back together,son had disappeared into his room. I pondered on this as I kept opening and closing the towel,wondering just what he had seen before his disappearing act. My nipples were now hard,but I hadn't noticed if this happened before or after my flash. It was then that it occured to me that on stooping naked to retrieve the towel,my son had most likely seen my pussy from behind. Now turning and immitating my stooping action,turn as I tried I could see no more than my single round bum cheek on one side.

 I now had a stroke of ingenuity,getting a small mirror from my handbag and now letting the towel fall away while pointing my bum at the large dressing table mirror,I again immitated my stooping action. Moving the small mirror suitably I suddenly went all hot. There now in my vision was my pussy lips,puffy and with a pinky tan,peeping out clearly from the back of my thighs. I thought,I'll never be able to face my son knowing he'd seen my sexy bit like it now looked. A tit flash maybe fun,but my quim was something altogether different.

 Strangely though,I could feel a sensation in my belly that in no way should have been there,regarding a woman's son. Dressed for the day,I guiltily stole out of my room,apprehensive now of bumping into my son. A hot flushing instantly re-appeared in my cheeks as I,on passing his room,heard the unmistakeable sounds of a youthful wanking going on. I stopped to listen,I admit it was enflaming my senses. "Stay like that mum,uuh! uuh! let me squirt it on yours,aah! uuh! mum you've made me cum on you"

 Flabbergasted wasn't the word! I felt tingly in my pussy,guilty as hell for having this feeling about my own son's secret. But worst of all,as I sneaked away,I felt all excited that my own son was trying in his mind to shoot cum all over my pussy. I had no doubt now that he had seen as I had in my mirror. Later when my son appeared,clearly unaware of my knowledge at his and my antic's. He was as alway's, "What's for breakfast mum? It looks nice outside. What you got to do,anything in particular? I haven't myself"

 This made the moment pass. But I now had a more pressing need. I determined to play what I saw as our flash game anytime I got the chance. So I did,over a period,I let him have snatches or moments of glimpsing my tit's and to a lesser degree,my bum cheeks and pussy. Equally over this same period,he became more attentive and cuddled me from in front and from behind with added affectionate,statement's, "God mum,I love you" which grew into, "Mum,you're so sexy,god,if you weren't my mum I'd marry you"

 It hadn't been lost on me either,that,on such occasion's I could feel his hardon pressing at my behind. One such instant,it actually pressed into my ass crack. Had he only knew it,all that I was wearing on that occasion was the thin cotton dress,no knicker's nothing under. It had the affect of making me dribble,because being hot,I'd already seen that he had only the nylon shorts without boxer's as inadvertently I'd sighted his scotum up the leg of the shorts when he had hitched one foot up on the opposite dining chair strutt to allow a magazine to rest. Furtively I kept peeping at it,in honesty,I hoped to see the cock I kept hearing him wanking. It made me feel so dirty and as guilty as hell,but it was like a drug. I had to have more and more.

 So with the moment of my bum crack and scrotum torment,the heat of the day was cooling into evening and then to nightime. I made a move I would never have otherwise made. I felt horny,I felt I needed a cock desperately and there was one available if only I had the guts to grab it. 'I'm off to bed,its so hot,if my doors open,don't pull it shut,we should get a breeze as the night cools down,if you leave yours ajar as well' "Okay mum,I'll try to remember when I come up,I wont be long myself,just want to skim through this article. Good night then" With just a loose dressing gown,no night dress and a pair of pantie's on,I leant in to give him a peck on the cheek as always.

 Not being daft,I knew the looseness at my front allowed it to fall forward and was damn sure my tit's would be dangling there for anyone looking. As I pulled back,I knew my son's eyes were looking down and an inadvertent movement of his hand brushed the back of it across my nipple. His look told me he felt it,as my senses in turn told me my nipples were as hard as hell. "Sorry" 'Wa?' "Sorry,you know,sorry it was an accidental brush" It wasn't and I thrilled at the sensation. I shouldn't have but I did.

 Flopping onto my bed now,I still had the sensation of his hand at my nipple. Now led naked except for my knicker's I touched the same nipple and being enflamed I found my clit through my panties and started to squeeze it a bit. Hearing my son making movements for bed,I pulled the sheet up over me,leaving one tit exposed,while still fondling my clit under this sheet. I knew my hand moving would show through this sheet,so I very gently moved it squeezing my pussy as I lay with eyes closed and in light only eminating from the landing light.

 Then I sensed I was being watched. My son was looking at me masterbating and some heavy breathing was his not mine. I wanted to look if he was also wanking but resisted an urge too. I genuinely was making little sexy sounds as I fell into an unintentional slumber. I assume at sometime after, my son had gone to bed. - The next thing I knew was a nearby tower clock struck. This meant it was early morning,as it stopped striking at ten till four.

 Laying now with both tits covered,I felt a slight chill about my body and pulled at other bedclothes which quickly took this chill off me. Warmer now I lay half awake when I sensed a movement. I knew it was my son on the move, - you just do. He was alongside my bed, A slight draft wafted at my back as I turned slightly onto my side away from where I was sure he was probably kneeling on the floor. Movement was there also. I flexed as I felt a hand touch my knicker's over my bum cheek. Steadily breathing deeply as if asleep,my heart was beating,no pounding with the sensation of my anticipation of what he might do.

 A finger snuk under my knicker leg and brushed slowly up and down my ass cheek. Each time it went towards my quim it came closer and closer to touching it. I could feel my juice's wetting my labia and desperately wanted more touching. From having both legs in line,I tweeked my top leg slightly forward allowing my pussy to be slightly more vulnerable. His finger movement stopped dead. I was itching to tell him to do it some more. But lay still waiting.

 After what seemed an age,his finger started again and it touched my quim's slit now,he hesitated on feeling my wetness and after a while I felt his thumb now press to his finger like a little clamp. A very gentle pulling was trying to pull my knicker's away from my pussy. With hardly any success,the slight easing of my knicker's did however allow more than his finger under and it made me soaking as I felt his finger's fumbling to work out how to get at more of me. I wanted to say, 'Just drag them off of me and hurry up about it' I lay,excited at what his intentions might be.

 Now as I felt him again clamp his hand at my so wet gusset,I could wait no more. At the instant he tugged,I moved my body more on to my belly. The tugging stopped instantly,I'm sure he was mortified I'd woken and caught him. His hand stopped just as it was holding my knickers now suspended from my quim as I felt my juice seeping out of my crack. As he realised my knicker's was less of a problem now he tugged them well clear of my pussy and in no time he was massaging the whole length of my quim's slit. His finger's continually sliding to and fro,was driving me mad. I desperately wanted to cum and cum hard. 

 I unintentionally jerked at his first touch of my clit. Still forever again it seemed, until again he moved my knicker's,I knew they were completely to one side giving open access to my cunt. I moved some more now,drawing my knees up to my front. All stopped again, "You awake mum?" Nothing,I drew deep breaths with an occasional sigh as his finger's started again. It now changed,he was away from my pussy with his finger's and the bed dipped. His weight was entering my bed. I held my breath for an instant as I felt a hardon touch me,his hardon. My heart was thumping,I feared he would hear it. I just knew he was going to! He intended to fuck me.

 An instant, - 'I must stop this' - was overtaken by my juices pouring from me in anticipation. I neither wanted to or intended too stop him from fucking me. God he was hard,where ever it touched,it was like a broomhandle poking at my body. His hand was back again,again he pulled at my knicker's making them move away from his intended target,more now,he pressed my slit open as he fumbled for my hole. "Mum,you must be awake now,you just must be" I lay quiet waiting,my orgasm was bubbling away in my vagina. At the instant his cock touched the hole it burst,but I held on while my pussy grasped at the first touch of his helmet. The sensation intensifide as he fearfully pressed up into my insides. Then completely losing control,he rammed deeply up inside my pussy.

 I felt his spurts lubricating my pussy on the first thrust as I yelled with a truly furious orgasm. He pumped like his life depended on it. Spurt after beautiful spurt pumped up me and he wasn't finished yet. Gripping me tightly round the waist, "I got you mum,I've finally fucked you,I don't want to ever stop now" I heard myself answering unbelievably, 'Yeah,I've been dying for you too,I'll let you do me all the time if you want' He gripped into me and pumped even harder. I felt myself cumming again on his cock as again he pumped his seed into me.

 Exhausted now we slept. On awakening, "Mum did you mean what you said when we were cumming"? 'Yeah,of course I did' Again his hard probing cock came back into me. In seconds he again took me to heaven on an orgasm,his sperm shot so hard up me,I screamed for more and more. - Months on from this moment,at least a couple of times a day he has me still screaming for his jism,he's not made me pregnant and the excitement I get from not being on the pill and getting his cock always in the raw frightens the shit out of him. But it doesn't put him off none. Here we go again and its only ten in the morning!

 Bye

John a good looking although extremely shy young man. He has a lot of friends but has never had a girlfriend. From talking to the other mothers at school events it seams that John is the last of his group to be dating. Hearing them complain about the girls calling and coming over made he glad that he was less outgoing.

 

Then “it” happened. It was a Saturday and John and I were having breakfast. I had just put his plate in front of him and when I looked up he was looking down my blouse. “What are you doing John” I said. He didn’t or couldn’t answer but I kept asking questions.

 

 “Were you looking down my blouse?”

 

 “What did you think you would see?”

 

“Why would you do something like that, I’m you mother”

 

 There was still no response from John, and then I asked “Is there something you want to say to me?”

 

He looked me in the eyes and said “Can, can I see you”. “Can I see you naked?”

 

Now I was speechless. After a few seconds that seamed like minuets I gathered my thoughts and asked him what he was trying to ask. He made it crystal clear. “Mom, I want to see naked, see your body, the female body”.

 

His response made me think there was more to this then just seeing his own mother naked. We talked and he told me about his friend catching him in a lie. A few months ago. He had told his buds that he had gotten to first base with a girl he meet on vacation. Evidently when he could not answer their questions he was caught and they were teasing him about being a total virgin.

 

“How would seeing me make this situation better?”

 

“If I could talk in detail about what a woman looks like and moves when naked they would leave me alone and I’m to shy to ask any of the girls I know”.

 

As his mother I felt sorry for him but there was no way I could let him see mw naked. I needed to tell him that and let him down gentley. “John that explains a lot and you need to know that I’m not mad, but I just can not do it”.

 

“Please mom, this is a real problem for me”.

 

“No John, I can not do it, you’re my son”.

 

“Please mom!”

 

“John lets just forget this and I will try and help you in some way, OK.

 

Well every day for the next week John would ask if he could see me naked or watch me changing clothes. He also tried to look in my bathroom window when he thought I was taking a bath, His persistence was getting to me and I did think about letting see me but I could not bring myself to do it.

 

One evening as I was changing for bed I put on a negligee that was almost see through that came to about mid-thigh. Looking at my reflection my son’s request came to mind. Would seeing me in this satisfy his curiosity? My nipples and hair were noticeable but I felt covered. My husband was already asleep so I put on a robe and headed to John’s room.

 

John was in bed watching TV when I asked to come in. “John, I have an idea on how I can let you see me but not naked”. “I will let you see me in a negligee that is somewhat see through”.

 

This perked his attention. “When” was all he said”.

 

“Now, before I come to my senses about this”. I reached for the tie on my robe and with a deep breath opened it and let drop to the floor. John eyes popped wide open and jaw dropped. He was looking me over when he asked me to walk around. As I started to move about his room my breasts swayed rubbing the nipples on the material causing them to stiffen, a fact he quickly noticed.  I felt a bit like a runway model as I turned about the room for my son’s viewing. When my back was to him he asked if I would pull my negligee up so he could see my butt. Looking over my shoulder I pull the hem up to my waist exposing my bottom. “Wow, you have great ass mom and your pussy looks better that I imagianed”. Shit, I forgot that there was a full length mirror on the wall next to the door and he a clear view. I dropped the hem and told him he got to see more that I was planning and proceeded to leave.

 

“Mom, can I have a hug before you go?”

 

I turned back to my son as he pulled the covers off and stood up. Now it was my turn to have my eyes pop out of my head. He did not have his normal sleeping shorts on and was naked from the waist down. My eyes were drawn to his dick and what a dick it was. It was at least 8 inches long and still not erect as it was hanging down his leg. I was frozen like a deer in the headlight of an oncoming car and stood there as he approached me. He embraced me and I could feel his dick throbbing as he became fully aroused. I moved slightly to try and break contact with his growing erection but it only made it worse. As I moved my legs parted and his manhood slipped right between my legs. It felt like I had a baseball bat between my parted legs.

 

I was becoming more aroused and I knew that I must leave before things got more out of hand. With all the will I could muster I asked John to let go so I could leave and return to my room and his father. John let go but did not move. Backing away from him I could feel the head of his dick as it slid from my ass to my pussy even parting the lip a bit. When it broke its contact with me it sprang up catching the hem of my negligee. Backing away further I pulled my negligee free. I could not stop myself from looking down and there before me was the largest dick I had ever seen. Now full erect my son’s dick was at least 10 inches long and as thick as my wrist. As I stared John put his hand on my shoulders and applied genital pressure as he said “take a closer look”.

 

Dropping to my knees before my son I knew I was in trouble. As I looked at his massive pole he stepped forward and brought his dick in contact with my face. Gripping it at the base John rubbed his dick all over my face. On the third pass over my lips I opened my mouth and took him in. Now I’m not a fan of giving head but knowing that this was my son made it more erotic and I wanted it in my mouth. I could fit only half of his dick into my mouth but John seem to like it. Then without warning John let loose with a huge load that I drank down.

 

My son lifted me to my feet and took my hand leading me to his bead. He lay down and pulled me on top of him. I reached between my legs and guided him to the opening he came from. I had my first orgasm as my son entered me. Never had dick like this in me! My son’s manhood was reaching places that were never touched before. John started to fuck me hard, forcing more of his dick into me with each powerful thrust.  His hard fucking forced his dick into my cervix and I was finally able to take the last of him in, all 10 inches. As we fucked for more than an hour I had multiple orgasms. The best his father could do was 30 minuets and that was a rare event.

 

            John was nearing his own climax and rolled us over to be on top. His fucking was almost violent as he got close to cuming. I could feel his dick swell even more and then he let loose. I could feel the white hot cum filling me to overflowing.

 

He fell on top of m and we held each other for a long time before I realized that needed to get back to my room before his father woke up and might come looking for me. John rolled off and his limp dick exited my well fucked hole. As I reached the door he spoke his first words in an hour. “Mom, can I see you naked?” The whole time my negligee never came off.  I pulled it off and posed for my son.

 

“You look better that I ever imainaged mom, thanks.”

 

I smiled and headed for my room.

 

As I lay in bed I thought about what happened and how it would affect our lives, but I knew it was going to happen again and soon.

It was her birthday and Adam wanted to do something special. He had saved up some money from his paycheck from the computer store he worked at, and made reservations at one of the nicer restaurants in town. Despite how nervous Tristan was about going, she agreed to make her son happy.

She looked over at her son, noticing how mature he looked now. Just as they were pulling in front of the restaurant, Tristan realized that once again her mammoth breasts had decided to expel milk.

"Damn it" she said disappointedly. "I can’t believe it happened again."

Tears filled her eyes as she looked over at her son. He was slightly disappointed, knowing now the plans had to be cancelled. He had so looked forward to taking his mother out for a nice dinner. He smiled at her, placing his hand reassuringly on her shoulder.

"It’s ok mom. I’ll take you home and we can celebrate there." he softly replied.

Tristan looked up into her son’s eyes, seeing the love and compassion he felt for her. The two of them had relied so much on each other over the years it seemed now he felt it was his turn to take care of her. The two of them were quiet on the way home, making time seem to pass even more slowly than it actually did. She kept adjusting her jacket, trying to cover the wet material.

Once they arrived home, Adam helped his mother out of the car and led her into the house. After getting her settled in her room to change, he made a phone call and ordered in delivery from the Italian place down the street. He was disappointed that it was going to take so long and nearly reconsidered when he noticed that she had not returned from her room, worrying him that something was wrong.

As he crept up the stairs, he listened for any indication of what she was up to. When he stood at her slightly ajar door, he could hear her sobbing softly. He peeked in to find her sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing only a pair of white cotton panties, her face buried in her hands as she cried.

"Mom?" he said as he pushed the door open. "What’s wrong?"

Tristan grabbed for the blanket to cover herself, causing her to hit her sore breast with her arm and more milk to spill from her thick brown nipples. Adam didn’t even seem to notice that she was naked, his eyes remained locked on her face. He knelt down on one knee in front of her, looking up into her face as she stared back at him.

He reached up wiping away the tears. "Mom what’s wrong?" he asked in a concerned tone.

"Look at me Adam. I am disgusting. My breasts are sore and constantly leaking milk unless I pump them several times a day. I haven’t been able to shave my legs or anything else properly since my stomach has gotten so big. I am hideous." she sobbed.

"Mom you are not hideous. You are beautiful." he answered.

More milk leaked from her, wetting the blanket she clutched to cover her bare breasts. She began to cry harder, making Adam notice the wetness. He tried to stop her tears, wanting so badly to see her smile again.

"Where’s the pump mom?" he asked softly, hoping to help alleviate some of her stress.

"It’s on the dresser over there," she answered as she pointed toward the opposite side of the room.

Adam stood up, spotting the device and going to retrieve it. Just as he started to pick it up, he dropped the device, causing it to clatter to the floor. They both watched in horror as the cup that covers the nipple snapped off sharply. His face went white with horror as he picked up the pieces, trying to put it together again.

He turned to his mother, unsure what to say or do.

"I’m... I’m so sorry mom." he said as he presented her with the broken pieces.

"Oh god no," she whispered as she tried not to break into tears again.

"I’ll go pick up a new one tomorrow mom. I promise. I didn’t mean to..." his words were cut off.

"It’s ok Adam. I can get another one tomorrow. I don’t know how I’m going to deal with this tonight." she answered, trying to compose herself.

Adam stared at his mother for a moment, wracking his brain to think of some way to ease the pain she was feeling. The only idea that hit him seemed so unorthodoxed and wrong he was almost afraid to suggest it, but seeing her grimmace as from the pain of her aching breasts, he knew he had to do something.

"Mom, I want to help," he said, moving his hand to the edge of the blanket as he started to gently pull it away from her mammoth breasts.

"Adam what are you doing?" she shrieked, shaken by his action.

"Mom, it’s my fault that the pump broke, let me help take the pressure away." he said softly as he looked into her eyes. "I just want to help mom."

She eased her grip on the blanket, letting him pull it away with ease. Timidly Adam cupped one of her breasts in his hand, bringing the distended nipple closer to his mouth. Tristan tensed up as she felt his warm breath on her skin, but remained still in hopes that his actions would help.

His lips attached to her breast as he softly began to suckle. Slowly Tristan felt the pressure in her left breast easing as he eagerly gulped down every drop of her milk. The taste of it was odd to Adam but not unpleasant. He knew deep down even if it was, he would still do his best to ease her suffering.

Despite his intentions, he could feel his body reacting to the feel of her warm breast cradled in his hands. Tristan too was feeling the familiar tingling, causing her to groan slightly. Her son’s mouth voraciously sucked her aching teat, drinking down the thin liquid that it expressed. Soon the swelling was leaving as he drained her milk. He looked up at his mother as he let her nipple slip from his mouth.

"Mom, lay back on the bed, I know this can’t be very comfortable for you." he said searching her eyes.

"Ok Adam," she purred softly.

As she moved, he stood up quickly, hoping to hide the erection that now throbbed in his pants. Tristan caught a glimpse of the bulge as he moved, making her smile. She could not believe that her son was getting so aroused by sucking the milk from her breast. She laid back on the bed, getting comfortable as he moved to the right side and climbed on the bed as well.

Her panties were soaked with her musky wetness as his mouth found her nipple. The relief of having the excess milk drained, caused her to sigh happily as she stroked his hair. The scent of her dripping sex made it’s way to Adam’s nostrils, causing him to quickly realize that he wasn’t the only one who was affected by the actions.

He diligently sucked, savoring each warm mouthful of milk before swallowing it down hungrily. He tested his luck as his courage mounted, sliding his hand over his mother’s swollen belly and toward those white cotton panties. As his hand dipped down between her firm thighs, he could feel the soaking wet fabric graze his skin. He quickly brushed his fingers over the crotch, feeling more wetness seeping out.

Tristan moaned, lost in a web of desire. Her thighs parted slightly further as his fingers toyed with the wet material. He could feel her bulging pussy lips parting as he traced up and down them before moving to her clit. She let out a loud moan as his fingers strummed the little nub, causing her to tremble. It was the first time in months she had been touched by anyone but the doctor or herself. Her legs spread a little wider, inviting him to continue.

Adam needed no encouragement, his fingers moved over her dripping wet slit slowly as he pushed the panties aside. He could feel the heat radiating from deep inside her and knew he had to be in there. Two of his fingers pushed slowly between her lips as he carefully inserted it. He began to work his finger in and out of her as his thumb worked over her clit. Her hips began to rock to meet his pace, trying to force him deeper inside her greedy cunt.

His pants felt as if they had shrunk two sized since he began feeding on her delicious milk. It felt as if his throbbing cock was going to burst through the fabric that held it captive. He couldn’t resist it any longer. Adam reached down and unfastened his pants, working them down as quickly as he could.

Tristan knew as soon as his fingers left her cunt what he was about to do. She knew deep down that it was wrong but there was no turning back now. She had felt his touch and her body yearned for more. Then for the first time, she felt the smooth tip of his cock rub against her pussy lips. She let out a soft gasp as they parted for him, letting him ease the head in.

His lips released her thick brown nipple as he positioned himself on all fours between her legs. His eyes met hers as he searched them for a sign of forgiveness for what he was about to do. Instead he was greeted with the same lusty stare he possessed. Her hips lifted slightly off the bed, silently offering herself to her son.

He gently began to sink into her, filling her with his swollen shaft. Tristan let out a loud moan as he soon hilted himself inside her. All 7 inches of his cock were hugged by her velvety walls as he remained still for a moment, enjoying the feel of her pussy wrapped around him. His head lowered as he once again took her nipple into his mouth and suckled as his hips began to pump.

Tristan could not believe how intense it felt. The feel of his mouth working her breast and his rigid cock filling her, quickly brought her to the first glorious orgasm of the night. He let her nipple slip from his mouth as he looked up at her, resting his weight on his knees and hands as much as he could. He leaned down and passionately kissed her as he plunged deep into her wetness once again.

Her tongue sought out his as she wrapped her arms around his well toned body. She knew from this moment on she wanted only one man inside her. Another tumultous orgasm built up inside her, causing her hips to buck at a frenzied pace, but Adam kept control of himself. His thrusts were deep and slow, leaving her on the edge for several moments.

She sucked his tongue as it massaged hers, raking her nails down the center of his back as they kissed. Tristan needed release now and she was determined to get it. Adam’s willpower was quickly running out as she began to contract her muscles around him, milking his cock skillfully as it slipped in and out.

He moaned into the kiss, fighting with all his might to hold out just a little longer. He pulled back, staring down into her eyes as he began to pump harder and faster. He knew he couldn’t fight it any longer. He had to cum inside his beautiful mother. Adam gritted his teeth as he struggled not to get too rough and just jackhammer away at her like she was some cheap slut. He groaned loudly, throwing his head back as he cried out "OH GOD MOM,".

Tristan screamed in orgasmic delight, her entire body shaking as she drenched his shaft in her own juices as it pumped torrents of thick cum deep inside her already full womb. He collapsed against her as their orgasms trailed off. She tenderly stroked his hair as she held him close.

"My god Adam, that was amazing," she softly said.

"Mom, I have wanted to do that for such a long time. You have no idea how sexy I have always thought you are," he blushed as he told her. "I’ve wanted to make love to you since I knew what sex was. Now that I have.... I don’t ever want to stop."

Tristan was taken back by his confession. She had always thought he was an incredibly sexy young man but rationalized it as a mother’s pride in her son. Now that she had experienced his touch, she knew she had to have him as her lover permanantly.

"You don’t have to Adam. I want you as my lover from now on," she said with a soft smile.

Just then the doorbell buzzed loudly for several seconds. In his passionate pursuit, he forgot all about the take out. He quickly pulled his pants up and sprung off the bed. He was a bit disheveled as he opened the door to see the beautiful girl that sat next to him in english class standing there with the order. She blushed when she saw him.

"That will be $22.50," she said in a hushed tone.

He handed her $30 and smiled. "Keep the change." he said as he took the containers from him.

"Thanks, and have a good night Adam, though it sounds like you were already having one." she giggled and walked off the porch.

He quickly shut the door and laughed to himself. It didn’t take him long to gather up a couple of plates and silverware and return to his mother. After dinner was over, he planned to spend the rest of the night exploring his new lover in every way possible, but for now, food and rest was what they both needed.

 

 

 

Well there we were very little money and two growing healthy boys to clothe, the days were awfull and the nights worse, if it hadn’t been for the TV I would have cracked up.   I was missing sex and seemed to have permanent wet sticky knickers; masturbation only seemed to make it worse.   Things were indeed looking bleak.   UNTIL ONE NIGHT.

I was home with Matt, my 11 year old son, and we were watching TV his brother was out at a friend’s house.   I had my feet up on the sofa and Matt was in an easy chair opposite me.    The light was dimmed and as I watched the screen, I caught a movement in the chair out of the corner of my eye, then again, I watched more carefully and saw Matt rubbing himself every so often, the TV was forgotten as I watched, however the dim light made it hard to see properly. I felt a hot flush come over me and felt heat and wetness between my legs.   What was I thinking, this was my son.   I got up quickly and asked him if he wanted a drink, he said yes, so I turned up the light and went for a couple of cokes.   As it turned out it was the worst thing I could have done, for when I came back and handed him his coke, I could see a swelling in his pants.   I had resumed my place quickly on the sofa and as I did my skirt rode up and I left it mid thigh as I stretched out and tried to concentrate on the TV.

 

It was that movement again that caught my eye, his hand to his crotch two or three slow rubs then back on his knee again.   I could not get the thought of his stiff cock out of my mind and gave all my attention to watching him. I saw him glance at me and have an even longer rub and sink down a little in the chair. I realised then what he was doing, my legs were pointing almost directly at him and he was trying to look up my skirt. A hot wave of excitement went over me and I raised my knees up so my skirt slipped to my waist. He gave another rub and then as I allowed my knees to fall apart, he sat up and the rubbing became non stop as he saw the top of my legs and the triangle of my panties.   I was so hot and wet and felt so sexy knowing my little baby was looking at his mommy’s pussy.   I said to him, “HAVE YOU GOT AN ITCH OR IS IT A HARD ON!”   Both, he replied.   Why don’t you come and sit by me then, I asked. Ok, he said and when he stood up I could see his hardness. Where does it itch, I asked as he sat beside me, there and he pointed at his groin. I think you had better take your trousers off and let me see, said I. He undid them and pushed them down, then kicked them off. His underwear was bulging and as I reached over and freed his cock, long shudders went through me as I came in my panties. He noticed and asked are you ok mom, oh never better I answered.   He was a little shy, his cock went soft as I took it in my hands, but a couple of rubs and it rose again, it was so hard.   I began to caress it lightly rubbing and watching it jerk and throb.   First little pearls, turning into strings of sticky lubricant, dribbled from the eye of his red knob.     I couldn’t help it I just had to gently lick them away. Oh mom he breathed that feels good.    I felt his hand touching me through my panties.   And his comment was “Mom you’re all wet” “better take them off then”; I said and raised my butt.   He got to his feet and pulled my panties off me in one pull, at the same time he pulled off his t/shirt and stood naked in front of me. I eyed his red thrusting cock and his immature body and felt the lust building inside me again.   He grabbed my legs, lifted and spread them, and I saw him looking at my shiny slimy hole and pulled my legs even higher and wider. He bent over and I felt him touching me, a finger slipped inside me and I gave a grunt of pleasure.   Do you like it I asked?   Oh mom it’s awesome, it’s better than all the pictures I’ve seen.   I was excited realising I was his first real pussy. He slumped down beside me keeping his finger inside me.   I took hold of his hand and began to work the finger in and out, in seconds he got the idea and was thrilling me with his touch.   I grabbed his bright red cock with the pulsing purple veins in it and bent my head, and put it into my mouth. Rolling it with my tongue and giving it gentle nibbles and sucks. His hand began to work faster and the first finger was now joined by a second which rammed in and out of me. Suddenly I was pushed back flat on the sofa, mom, mom he cried, let me fuck you, I want to fuck you.    He threw himself on me like an animal attacking its prey.   And just as eager I guided his hard young cock to the entrance of my pussy and with one hard ramming thrust he buried his hard seven inches inside me. He began to fuck me, not gently, but with hard fast long thrusts that made me clench my butt to raise my pussy to meet him. Faster he thrust and I felt my stomach twitching as my first climax exploded around his cock.

Mom, mom he cried I‘m fucking you I’m going to cum in my moms pussy, then I felt his red hot spurts of cum filling me as my second climax flooded my senses.     It was wonderful.   I was in a daze and we lay there together enjoying the after sex tremors until his cock softened and slid from me spilling our cum and staining the sofa. It was a wonderful feeling and one that the memory of can still make me wet my panties.   I licked his cock trying to make it hard again but it was no use because he had already masturbated twice that afternoon.   I made him promise not to masturbate again but instead let me know when he felt horny.   He did and we fucked everywhere and anywhere but more of that later.

End part one.

I bent over, picked up the baggie, and sat on the end of the bed as the realization hit me that my son was smoking dope.  I opened the baggie and saw one rolled joint, some papers, and with a sniff, I confirmed about two ounces of fairly decent quality pot.  I knew this from my own experiences as a teenager.  But I also knew what I was doing, or maybe I just got lucky.

I found myself wishing my husband was as good a father as he was a provider.  A workaholic, he quickly moved up the corporate food chain to the position of regional director.  It meant his traveling over an eight state region checking on other stores.  In addition, when he was home, he rarely got home before 10 o’clock at night.  No, I knew I would have to take care of this, even if I didn’t want to.  I took the baggie and put it in drawer in my dresser and went about my household chores.

I actually got quiet a bit done with my mind preoccupied.  I tried to go through every possible thing that could come up from my talk with Keith.  Somewhere along the way, I found myself giving in to the thoughts that he wasn’t a bad kid, just like I wasn’t, and maybe if he was just careful, things would be all right.  However, I knew as a parent I couldn’t do that.  Maybe an older sibling could, like my sister did for me, but not his Mom.  No I would have to be firm with Keith and let him know that smoking pot was unacceptable.

I had some time before Keith got home from wrestling practice and took the opportunity for a quick shower.  Opening the drawer for clean underwear, I saw the baggie.  I opened it up and took a sniff.  I fished out the joint in the bag and checked my son’s rolling ability, if he was the one that actually did it.  It seemed satisfactory and without thinking, I placed it to my lips as I had so many times in my younger and wilder days.  I was caught by surprise when I heard the door close and Keith announcing his arrival. 

“I’ll be down in a bit, sweetie.  Just finishing up with a shower,” I hollered out the door.

I put the joint back, closed the bag, and exchanged it for a pair of silky panties and a matching bra.  I quickly dressed and went downstairs.  I found Keith with a jug of Gatorade watching TV in the family room. 

“How was practice?”

“Not too bad,” Keith replied while surfing through the channels.  “Is it okay if I go over to Steve’s later?”

“Well, actually I was hoping we could spend the evening together.  Maybe get something to eat and then back here to watch TV or something,” I suggested trying not to give away my hidden agenda.

“Sure,” my son replied with the utmost lack of enthusiasm.  “Do I need to change?”

I could see Keith’s hair was wet, so I knew he had taken a shower after practice.  The jeans he wore were not his best, but at least it wasn’t one of the pairs with holes he loves to wear.  The ones that I am sure make people think I don’t have enough money to properly dress my child.  A T-shirt with some popular logo on it clung to Keith’s upper torso.  The wrestling training was paying off in the body department for Keith.  He wasn’t overly muscular, but well toned and defined.  I actually began to wonder why they didn’t make guys that looked like that when I was in high school.

“No.  I think you look just fine.”

The meal was uneventfully normal.  Small talk about school and wrestling, and me trying desperately to figure out just how I was going to bring up the subject I really needed to.  The ride home was conversation free, with Keith selecting a radio station playing the latest in hip-hop (so the jingle said) and adjusting my car stereo so that it made the speakers actually vibrate with the songs.

It was about 7:30 when we got back to the house.  Keith slinked into the family room and popped on the TV and started going through the channels.  I fidgeted a bit and then sat down.

“Anything you want to see?”  Keith asked.

“No, not really,” I replied.

I got up and made my way to the living room where the bar is.  I poured a shot and downed it quickly, letting the burn wash over me.  I then sauntered up the stairs, opened the drawer, and withdrew the baggie.  Back down the stairs and another quick shot and I was back in the family room.

“Keith,” I said as I walked into the room.  “We need to talk about this,” I said holding up the baggie. 

Keith turned to look at me and focussed in on what I was holding.  He took it from my hands, almost as if to make himself believe that I had been holding it.  I took a seat on the chair to the side of the sofa he was sitting on.

“Want to tell me about that?”

“What do you want to know?” he asked back.

“I assume it is yours,” I asked and received a nod in reply.

“How long have you been doing this?”  I queried.

“A few months I guess.”

That would make sense.  About the same length of time that he had been buddy-buddy with Steven. 

“Why do you do it?”  I wanted to know.

“It just sort of takes the edge of, you know,” Keith explained looking up at me.  “No, you wouldn’t know.  I forget, you and Dad are perfect.”

The comment put me on the defensive.  I lost all track of my game plan to regain a sense of self that I hadn’t even lost.

“I know more than you give me credit for.  I know that isn’t the best weed I’ve ever smelt,” I retorted trying to show that I did know something.

“How do you know that?”  Keith asked.

“Well let’s just say I wasn’t always perfect,” I replied, apparently with the help of two large shots of whiskey.

“So you smoked pot before,” Keith asked with a sort of ‘I don’t believe it’ look on his face.

It was my turn to just nod in place of a spoken admission.

“So you know it’s no big deal, right?”

His words took me back to my own thoughts earlier in the day.  I knew what I was supposed to say; it just felt hypocritical at the moment.  But I was the parent.

“We’re not here to talk about me and my past, we’re here to talk about you and now.  And you here and now should not be smoking dope,” I said in my best lecture voice.

Keith didn’t miss a beat and replied as if I had said mostly nothing at all.  “So it was okay for you to take a toke or two, but not me, right?”

“That’s not the issue.  There is more to it,” I tried in a persuasive voice.

“Like?” my son asked.

“Like pot being a gateway drug, and doing it responsibly.”

“Did you go on to other drugs?”

“No,” I answered truthfully.

“So what made you so much more responsible than me?  Don’t you trust me?”

“It’s not a matter of trust.  I mean it is, but it isn’t.  It’s a matter of, well, guidance.  To have someone show you what is alright and what isn’t,” I explained to a blank stare.  “To keep you out of trouble.”

“So who guided you?”

Shit, this was not going like it was supposed to.  I never imagined that this would get turned around like it was.  And now, there was no way I was going to tell my son the things that his aunt and me used to do.

“Someone I trusted,” I finally answered.

“So it would be okay as long as I do it with someone I trust?”  Keith reasoned.

“Keith, as your mother, I have to tell you that smoking dope is wrong,” I lectured before looking at the floor and continuing.  “But I can’t watch you 24 hours of the day, so yes, if you are going to do it, make sure someone you trust is watching your back.”

“Cool.  I pick you,” Keith said with a sudden grin.

“What?”  I almost screamed.

“Who could be more responsible than you.  And who could I trust more?”

“But, Keith, smoking pot is wrong.  Besides it’s been years since I’ve done that,” I answered not sure I even believed what I was saying.

“But you want to.  I know you do,” Keith shot back.

“What makes you say that, oh wise one?”  I asked with a chuckle.

A smile spread over Keith’s face and he held up the baggie, “Your lipstick on this joint is a fair indicator.  Besides, I can see things too.  I’m not blind or stupid.  Maybe you just need to take the edge off too.”

Damn it.  How did he get to be so smart?  And they say smoking pot makes you dumb.  The bad part is he was right.  I had been so wound up that I guess the only person I had been fooling was myself.  I was going through a period of my life where everything was either stressful or depressing.  I watched as Keith stood up and made his way to the sliding glass door that led out to the deck.

“Come on Miss Responsible.  Time for you to take the edge off,” he said before walking out the door.

I sat for a couple of minutes to regroup.  Here I was, trying to be a good parent and teach my son about the evils of smoking pot.  Instead he turns the conversation on me to the point that I basically give him permission to do just that.  To make matters worse he looks right into my soul to see how miserable I really am.  Maybe if I just….     Ohhhh, that smell

My 15 year old son is on our deck smoking a joint right now.  I get up, planning to tell him to put it out, but stop as I reach the door.  Lynrd Skynrd said it best, ‘that smell will mystify you.’  For just the briefest of moments, I was a teenager again.  Confused, sacred and wanting so much that I couldn’t have.  Then I caught my reflection in the sliding glass door and remembered I wasn’t a teenager, I was an adult and a parent with responsibilities.

I strode out the door and walked quickly to where Keith was sitting, the joint in his hand.  I reached down and took it from him.  I was about to walk away and get rid of it when I looked over at him.  He had a not so sheepish grin on his face.  He looked…happy.  I looked down at the rolled weed in my hand and then back at my son.

“You know you want to,” was all he whispered.

Not only did I want to, I needed to.  I needed to know if I could rekindle some of those old feelings and sensations.  Without a second thought I brought the joint to my lips and took a small toke.  The smoke was fairly harsh as it burned into my lungs in a similar way the whiskey had my stomach.  I was glad I didn’t choke and just before I was ready to let it out, I handed it back to Keith, who was looking at me very wide eyed.  I turned quickly and walked back into the house, feeling the very first sign of a high.

“Mom, are you okay?”  Keith called after me.  I didn’t answer but returned to the deck in short order.

“Here,” I said handing him a bottle of cold beer, “Use this to chase it down.  Makes it not so bad in your throat,” I suggested, taking a drink from my own bottle.

Keith took a hit, held the smoke, passed the joint and I waited to see him exhale and take a drink from the bottle before doing the same myself.  In short order, we had gone through two joints and four beers and had moved from the deck to a couple of lounges beside the pool.

“So, young man.  Any love interests in your life?”  I asked while gazing at a sky full of stars.

“I’ve got lots of interests,” Keith said.  “Just seems they don’t have any interest in me.”

“Well trust me.  That will change in a year or so.  Then you won’t be able to keep them out of your pants,” I giggled.

“Mom!?!?”  Keith gasped in surprise.

“What’s the matter?  You think it’s just guys that think like that?”  I asked.

“Yeah.  Not that I know, but it seems girls just don’t look at it the same as guys.”

"Girls, and some guys, do look at it different.  Some don’t like it, for whatever reason, maybe bad experiences in the past or abuse, some put up with it like it is expected, and then some can’t get it out of their heads,” I tried to explain.

“So which one are you, Mom?”

“Depends.”

“On what?” he wanted to know.

“When?  Now or when I was younger?”

“Both,” he said with a grin you could hear in his voice.

“Well there is the difference between what you have and what you want.  That sort of sums up the now,” I told him.

“I don’t get it.”

I tried to put it into terms my young son could understand.  “Let’s say you want a Ferrari.  You want one real bad.  It’s all you think about.  Maybe you had the opportunity to drive one a few times, but it wasn’t yours to take for a drive anytime you wanted.  But what you did have was an old VW bug.  It’s an import, but not a sports car.  It’ll get you where you want to go, but maybe not in the way you would like to get there.  Understand?”

“Yeah.  I get it.  You’re buying me a Ferrari for my birthday,” Keith said with a laugh.  “No, I think I understand.”

“Trust me, you will fully understand after you bang your first Ferrari,” I told my son, suddenly feeling a bit flushed from the pot, booze and conversation.  “How ‘bout a swim?”

“Sure, let me go change,” Keith said.

“Change?  Who you going to be when you come back?”  I responded with a laugh.

I grabbed two more beers and rolled another smoke and was in the pool by the time Keith returned.  I know the alcohol and pot was having it’s usual effect on me and it didn’t help when Keith walked to the side of the pool in a swimsuit that I must have bought for him a year ago judging from how tight it was.

“Is that a big joint in your pocket or you just glad to see me,” I said before realizing the double meaning of my statement.  I could feel myself blushing slightly, but not enough to take my eyes of my maturing son.

“Funny,” Keith replied, “Which suit are you wearing?”

“I don’t think you’ve seen this one before, or at least I don’t think you have,” I replied.

“Really?  Show me.”

I took a deep breath and pulled myself out of the water.  The look on my son’s face was precious.  His mouth dropped open and his tongue almost fell out as he stared at his naked Mom.

“You like?”  I asked.

“You’re right,” stammered, “I haven’t seen that before.”

I enjoyed the fact that my son couldn’t take his eyes off of my body.  It turned me on regardless of the fact that it was wrong.  But how much wrong could I be?  I had already smoked pot with my son, what harm could a little more naughtiness be.  I dried myself off, picked up the joint, and lit it.  I stood next to Keith and passed it to him as I picked up a beer and tossed some of it back.  I waited until he had a lungful of smoke and his eyes full of my swaying boobs.

“You like them?”  I asked.  He held his smoke and nodded his head.

“Go ahead and touch them.  You know you want to,” I teased using the same line on my son that he had used earlier on me. 

Keith passed the joint and I thrust my 38DDs towards his eager, if not awkward hands.  As I held the smoke, Keith explored my tits with his hands.  It was an exciting touch, even if he didn’t know what he was doing. 

“I got an idea,” I told my son after blowing out the acrid smoke.  “Take a toke and while you hold it, put your lips over my nipple so you can suck and lick on it.  Then when you are ready to exhale, let me know.”

Keith didn’t speak, but took the bud from me and took a pull.  His mouth very quickly found a nipple and latched on.  What he lost in style was more than made up with his enthusiasm.  He sucked and licked until he finally had to exhale and lifted his head.

I held the back of his neck and brought his face to mine.  I placed my mouth to his and with my tongue parting his lips, sucked the smoke from him and into me.  At the same time, I let my tongue play with his and pulled him closer to me.  At 15, Keith was already taller than my 5”6” frame and his head tilted down to meet me.  As we kissed, I felt his hands begin to roam over my back to my ass.  I returned the opportunity until my hand found the front of his swimsuit.

I broke off the kiss and moved back slightly without moving my hand.

“My God, Keith.  What do you have in there?”  I asked as I palmed the bulge in his swimsuit.

“Why?  Is something wrong with it?” he asked with obvious concern.

“Oh, no.  I surely don’t think so.  But it sure seems like it wants to come out and play,” I replied while using my fingertips to trace the length of his hard shaft.  “Do you mind?”  I asked as I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his swimsuit.

Keith shook his head and for the first time, his eyes left my body as he watched what I was doing.  I had to be careful.  It was difficult to get the tight suit over what looked to be a promising find.  I ended up pulling the swimsuit away and placing my hand around his bare cock so I could slide the suit down without hurting my son.  Once clear I knelt down and moved the waistband down to his ankles.  This left me at eye level with my son’s raging cock.

“Is it okay?”  Keith asked, still concerned.

“Fuck yeah it is,” I replied.  “I bet the girls love this.”

“I wouldn’t know,” Keith replied quietly.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.  You mean to tell me you have this magnificent piece of manhood here and you haven’t used it to make some girl extremely happy,” I asked without looking up.

“No, never,” my suddenly shy son responded.  “You’re the first girl, ah, woman, to ever..”

“Not even a blow job?”  I asked curiously watching the clear drops of precum leaking out.

“No.”

I grasped my son’s hard cock and pumped it a few times until there was enough pre-cum that it would start to string soon.

“Care to find out how it is?”  I asked, throwing all caution into the wind.

“Huh?”  Keith responded.

I didn’t wait any longer for a yes or no answer from him.  His cock was doing all the talking and ‘it’ clearly wanted a blow job.  I let my tongue slip from my mouth and carefully licked at the salty fluid.  It was extremely satisfying to hear the groan from my son as he felt the first tongue on his young cock. 

I let my hand reach under and feel Keith’s heavy balls.  They were heavy and tight and obviously full of cum that wanted out very badly.  I knew better than to tease him too much and pursed my lips and let my son’s cock slide between my lips.  An almost painful groan escaped from his mouth as I worked my way down the shaft, letting my tongue dance as I felt his cock reach the back of my throat.  I could feel me starting to gag slightly and pulled back.

“Oh, shit,” Keith replied.

I worked my way back down his hard shaft and then back to the head where I licked, sucked and slurped like the wanton slut I was becoming for my son’s cock.  I looked up to see Keith looking down at me.  It made me wild with desire to make him cum, a task his balls felt up to performing in short order.

I kept my eyes glued on my son’s face as I let his cock fuck my mouth.  Like most men, and apparently by instinct, Keith’s hands soon found my head.  He didn’t guide me, but it was clear he had no intention of letting me stop until he was done.  I let a finger from the hand on his balls slip to the ‘taint’ spot between his ball sac and his asshole.  I gently rubbed to further stimulate his prostate.

Keith’s eyes got wide as he watched and spoke.  “Oh, shit Mom.  Mom I’m going to…to”

He didn’t know what words to use, but I knew what he wanted and needed.  I simply kept sucking up and down and nodded my encouragement at him.  Within seconds I felt his cock swell and his balls shrink in my hand. 

I moved my mouth to the head, went to work on the sensitive spot underneath, and used my other hand to stroke what wasn’t in my mouth.  With his hands on my head, I watched as Keith’s eyes shut and his head rolled back.  With a slight ‘oh, fuck’ escaping from his lips, he launched his first load of cum into my waiting mouth.

He shot hard and fast, with the first two strings going straight down my throat without the need for me to swallow.  I kept pumping and sucking and swallowing until his cock stopped spewing cum and only jerked from his rapid heartbeat.  I didn’t want to stop, but I could tell Keith was over-sensitive from my activities.  With a groan of my own, I finally let my son’s cock slip from my mouth.

I looked up to see Keith looking at me again, his face a cross between excitement and confusion.

“That was,” my son began to say.

“Fucking great,” I finished for him.

“Yeah.  But..” he trailed off.

“But what?”  I asked.  “Didn’t you like it?”

“Oh yeah, I loved it.  But isn’t it wrong for me to like it?  I mean from you?”

“Oh, I don’t know.  I would say no more wrong than for me to sit and smoke dope and drink beer with you,” I replied.

“So now what?”  Keith wanted to know.

I stood up and moved over to the table and picked up the papers and the baggie.

“Now it’s time for a couple of more firsts.  I hope you don’t mind if I smoke while you eat,” I said with a grin that only I understood at that moment.  "You do get the munchies after you smoke don't you?"