Late Night Under The Stars With Mom

SimonDoom©

This story is a sequel to the story "Late Night On The Loveseat With Mom." You don't have to read that story first, but you'll understand this story better if you do.

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Maddy Ryerson woke to the sound of her husband's snoring.

She turned over in bed to look at him. She was glad Carl hadn't awakened before her, because her son's dried cum still coated her nude body in a thick, flaky crust.

Eager to wash off the evidence of her tryst with her son before Carl awoke, Maddy threw back the bed covers and walked naked to the bathroom.

Under the hot spray of the shower, Maddy's body trembled at the memory of the previous night with her son, Kyle. Kyle had undressed her on the loveseat in the living room, while Carl had watched T.V. or dozed in his chair just feet away. Maddy had given her body, fully and without reservation, to her son, and he had taken it and fucked her fast and hard. Her body had convulsed with the orgasm Kyle had given her with his furious fucking. It had been a long time since her husband, Carl, had made her feel that way. She could not even remember the last time he had.

Still, Maddy felt guilty. A mom wasn't supposed to have sex with her son. Maddy didn't know how she would approach Kyle and talk to him about it. She would have to find a way to convince him that, no matter how good it had felt, they couldn't do it again. It wasn't right. It wasn't proper.

Out of the shower, Maddy toweled herself off, and she crept back into the bedroom to her dresser to retrieve clothes to wear, taking care to avoid making noise that would wake Carl. She pulled on shorts and a t-shirt over a bra and panties, anticipating another sweltering summer day ahead.

Shutting the bedroom door quietly behind her, Maddy walked to the kitchen, enjoying the coolness of the wood strip floor under her bare feet.

She entered the kitchen and glanced at the calendar on the refrigerator door. In blue letters on this day's date Maddy had written "METEOR SHOWER." Maddy had read that the meteor shower that night was supposed to be one of the best in years. She had talked to Carl and Kyle about having a late-night barbeque in the backyard and staying up to midnight to watch the stars fall.

Maddy searched the kitchen for food for the barbeque. The refrigerator and cupboards were mostly bare. A trip to the store would be necessary.

As she opened cupboards over the kitchen counter, Maddy suddenly felt a hand press against her ass. She recognized her son's strong fingers.

Kyle had wakened early, and lain awake in his bed, the events of the night before playing back in his mind, over and over. The sound of his mom in the kitchen had roused him from his bed.

At the touch of her son's hand on her body, Maddy turned around. As soon as she did so Kyle embraced her and kissed her. His tongue entered her mouth briefly, but she put a hand on his chest and pushed him back.

"Mom", Kyle said.

"Kyle, stop," Maddy said. "We can't do this."

"Why not?" Kyle asked. "You didn't say that on the sofa last night. I want you, mom."

"Kyle, what happened last night -- it wasn't right," she said. "We can't do that again."

Maddy's hand pressed against Kyle's chest to keep him away, but it didn't fully succeed. His hands remained on her hips, trying to pull her toward him.

"Mom," he said. "Last night felt so good. I know you felt it too. Don't push me away."

But she did. Her hand pressed firmly against his chest, and it stopped him from kissing her.

"Kyle," she said. "I don't want to talk about last night. What happened, happened, but it can't happen again. You know it's not right. You're my son. Your father's going to be up soon and he can't see us like this. Please."

Kyle stopped trying to pull his mom closer to him. He looked away toward the direction of his parents' bedroom, to make sure his dad didn't stumble on them. He probably would have a hangover, Kyle thought, but even if he did he'd wonder what his son was doing with his arms around his wife in the kitchen.

Kyle let go of his mom.

"I don't get it, mom," he said. "Last night was fantastic. I know you felt that too. I know it. We can be careful. Dad doesn't have to know. But I want you again. I think you want it too."

Kyle could see in his mom's face that she was torn.

"Kyle, let's talk about this later. Not right now. Give me time to think about this. But I want you to back off in the meantime. OK?"

Kyle paused before answering.

"OK, mom," he said. "I'll back off for now. During the day. But I'm not making any promises about what happens tonight. I want what happened last night to happen again. I want you so badly."

Kyle thought about the feeling of his cock rammed up inside his mom when she straddled his lap the night before. He didn't know it, but his mom was thinking the same thing and trying not to betray her thoughts to her son.

"You get until night-time, mom," he said. "And then I'm coming back. That's all I can promise."

Maddy struggled to keep her feelings in check. The idea of her son, and his lean, hard young body, pursuing her and taking her, was thrilling. Her body actually swayed in front of him -- just a little -- as she thought about his words, before she stopped herself.

"We'll talk later," was all she could say.

"Sure, mom," Kyle said, and he stepped back to give mom her space -- for the time being.

Maddy turned around to concentrate on making breakfast. She looked out the kitchen window to the backyard. A thermometer, fastened to a post on the patio cover, showed that already the temperature was 80 degrees. That meant the high temperature for the day likely would climb over 100 degrees, for the eighth straight day. Once again, there would be no way to escape the heat.

Carl finally emerged from the bedroom just minutes before Maddy put breakfast on the table. He hadn't showered yet, and he half-walked, half-stumbled into the kitchen with messy hair and bad breath.

Kyle helped set the table while Maddy finished making omelets, along with bacon and strawberries on the side.

When the food was done they sat at the small table in the kitchen. Carl sat on one side of the table and Kyle sat on the other side. Maddy sat between them.

Carl and Kyle dug into the omelets. Maddy sipped her coffee. Though she had kept her son at bay so far this morning, she couldn't stop thinking about the feeling of him inside her. No man ever had filled her the way he had.

She shook her head slightly, as though to rid herself of those thoughts. She had to stop thinking about Kyle that way. He was her son. What had happened, happened, but it couldn't happen again.

Then she felt Kyle's foot against her calf, under the table. She let out a tiny squeal.

Carl looked up from a big chunk of omelet on his fork, with heavy-lidded eyes.

"You O.K., baby?" he said.

"Yes," Maddy said, flustered. "I just, um, felt something on the floor."

She pulled her calf away from her son's searching, bare foot.

"Time to clean the kitchen, I guess," Carl mumbled. Then he shoved the forkful of egg and cheese into his mouth.

Kyle's bare foot found his mom's calf again. He traced a toe over her skin. She had no more room to pull away, so she left her leg there. She shivered at his touch. She glanced quickly at him, to give him a look of disapproval, and he was looking at her, already, a faint smile on his lips. After a few more seconds he pulled his foot away.

"So, Maddy," Carl said after mostly swallowing the bite of omelet, "Tonight's that meteor shower, right? The one they've been talking about on the news?"

Maddy and Carl had long shared an interest in astronomy. In the early days of their relationship, when Carl was young and fit and romantic, they had lain for hours under the stars, talking, kissing, and making love. The interest had waned in recent years, but this particular meteor shower was supposed to be a good one, and it had caught their attention.

"Yes," Maddy said. "I thought we'd have a late barbeque, and then sit in the back yard and watch it. It's supposed to start around 11 p.m."

"Sounds good," said Carl. "How's the beer supply?"

"I think you almost finished them off last night," said Maddy. "I'll go to the store later today and pick up some beer along with food for dinner."

Kyle perked up.

"I'll go with you, mom," he said.

"Thanks, that's O.K., Kyle," said Maddy. "I think your dad wants help fixing the sprinklers."

Maddy wanted to avoid Kyle during the day, so long as she could. She knew he wouldn't control himself, especially if Carl weren't around. And she wasn't sure how well she would control herself, either.

"Sprinklers?" Kyle exclaimed. "It's going to be over a hundred degrees outside today."

"It's no big deal, Kyle," said Carl. "You're mom's right. A couple of the sprinkler heads aren't working and must be replaced. I could use your help. You can go swimming afterward."

Kyle thought he would prefer doing errands with his mom, not his dad. But mom seemed to be determined to keep him away. He relented.

"O.K.," he said.

After breakfast, Maddy prepared a list of things to buy for the barbeque. She wanted to be out of the house as long as possible, away from Kyle, so she called a friend to have lunch. Carl rummaged through the garage to find the tools needed to fix the sprinklers. Kyle resigned himself to having to wait until evening to have another chance with mom.

Kyle watched his mom leave the house, her ass snug and shapely in the tight shorts. He sighed. The day went by unbearably slowly. His dad took forever getting stuff together in the garage to work on the sprinklers. By the time he'd gotten it together it was mid-day, and Carl decided he wanted to watch a few innings of a baseball game on television. Once settled into his chair in front of the television, however, and with the last three beers from the refrigerator at his side, Carl wouldn't get out until the game was over. Kyle sat on the sofa next to his dad, trying to watch the game, but thinking about his mom's body the entire time. He counted the minutes and hours on the clock.

It was mid-afternoon when the game finished and Carl finally roused himself to get his chores done.

"All right, Kyle," he said. "Let's fix those sprinklers."

"Dad, it's three o clock. It's over a hundred degrees outside."

"Oh, come on," Carl urged. "Don't be a wimp. It won't take long, and you can go swimming when we're done."

Kyle thought about how his dad could be lazy about a lot of things, but he liked doing yard work, and he always seemed to pick the hottest time of day to do it.

It was sweltering outside when Kyle and his dad, finally, went into the backyard to fix the sprinklers. In no time, his body was covered in sweat and dirt as they knelt in the yard to dig up the sprinkler heads. Kyle admired his dad's ability to focus on the task without seeming to mind the heat. Kyle had trouble focusing on the job. Images of his mom's nude body, under his, filled his head.

Maddy, meanwhile, was finishing lunch with her friend, Emma. The restaurant offered a cool, temporary respite from the heat. Lunch had stretched on for a few hours, and each of them was picking over the remains of their dessert.

"So, how's Kyle doing, back home from college?" Emma asked. "He must be popular with the girls. He's very handsome. He takes after his father."

Maddy felt flustered, being reminded of Kyle. She tried to banish the thought of his muscular shoulders over her and of his thick cock filling her.

"He's fine," she said. "No girls, though. Work's keeping him too busy. I don't think he's dated at all since he got back home from school."

"Well," said Emma. "If he's anything like my son, he must be bouncing off the walls. Better watch out for him." She grinned lasciviously.

"Oh, I'll watch him," said Maddy, before she could check herself. She felt flustered again. She thought about Kyle's bare hips pushing hard against hers. She worried that her face would betray what she was thinking to Emma.

Maddy and Emma split the check and left the restaurant. A blast of heat hit Maddy as soon as she walked out the door. It was searing, and wilting. She said a quick goodbye to Emma and rushed to the car for the relief of the air conditioner. She drove to the store to pick up food and beer for the barbeque.

An hour later, Maddy returned home, to find Carl showered, in his chair, and watching sports highlights on T.V.

"Hi, babe," Carl said. "Did you get beer?"

"More than you need," she said. "Can you help me bring it in? Where's Kyle?"

"He's swimming. We finished the sprinklers about an hour ago and he's been relaxing since then."

Maddy looked through the window into the backyard. She saw Kyle lying on a yellow plastic raft in the middle of the pool. She and Carl brought the food and beer in from the car. Carl grabbed two beers and resumed his place in the chair in front of the television.

Maddy thought the pool looked awfully inviting. She was still sweating from being out in the sun. The cool water would feel good.

"I'm going to go take a dip in the pool," she said.

"Sounds good," said Carl, without looking up.

A minute later, standing in her bedroom and looking into the drawer with her swimsuits, she had misgivings. She knew the effect of seeing her wearing a swimsuit would have on Kyle. She wasn't sure he would control himself. But the pool was so deliciously inviting. And it was broad daylight and the pool was visible from the living room, where Carl sat watching T.V. Kyle couldn't get too carried away.

And, Maddy had to admit, she like the idea of showing off to her son. It would be fun to expose herself in a bikini to him, knowing that with his father awake and nearby Kyle couldn't do very much.

On a whim, she picked the smallest bikini out of the drawer. It was turquoise, with a triangle top and string-tied bottom. She put it on quickly, grabbed a towel, and walked outside to the backyard. Carl was engrossed in the sports highlights and didn't notice as she walked by.

She approached the pool, wondering if she had made a mistake. Kyle lay still on the yellow raft, sunglasses on, and hadn't noticed her yet.

The temperature was searing. The water felt good when she put her foot on the step in the shallow end. Her entrance into the pool made a soft splash and Kyle looked up from the raft.

He didn't say anything at first. Maddy could tell he was staring at her, and she stood on the low step in the pool, most of her body above the water. Without thinking about what she was doing she stopped and put her hands on her hips so he could look at her.

Kyle's first thought was that it was the smallest bikini he'd ever seen his mom wear. The bottom covered only a small patch of her front, and the top barely contained her large breasts. Her raised nipples were visible under the thin bikini.

"Come on in," he said to her. "The water feels great."

Maddy became aware of how much she was exposing to Kyle, and she became a little embarrassed. She walked into the refreshing water until it was just below the tips of her breasts.

Kyle flipped off the raft and swam toward her.

Uh oh, Maddy thought, her fear and desire in conflict. Kyle stood up as he reached the shallow end of the pool and Maddy watched his broad shoulders emerge from the pool, water dripping off his muscles.

Kyle walked across the pool bottom toward her. His eyes were hidden by sunglasses but the hungry grin on his face betrayed his feeling.

"Be good, Kyle," Maddy urged.

"I'm always good, mom," he said and smiled.

Kyle noticed that his mom's nipples rose just over the level of the water, and now that her bikini top was soaked through they stood out even more sharply than before against the bikini fabric.

Kyle reached his hand forward under the water until it touched the little triangle of mom's bikini bottom. He pressed his finger against the slit underneath, and he felt the bikini give way just a little.

"Kyle, you shouldn't do that," Maddy said. But she didn't move or push his hand away. Instead, she parted her legs, just a bit, so his hand would be able to touch her more easily. Maddy's body wasn't cooperating with her conscience. She pushed the mound between her legs forward, slightly, against Kyle's fingers.

"I think I should, mom," Kyle said. "I did a lot more than that last night, and we both loved it. Dad can't see what my hand is doing. It looks like we're just talking."

Kyle was right. He stood just far enough from Maddy that it would look from a distance like they were having an innocent conversation. His finger wasn't innocent, though. It found the furrow of his mom's sex under the bikini and traced it, up and down. It felt good to rub mom's pussy again, he thought.

It felt good to Maddy, too, although it made her feel guilty.

Maddy backed up against the side of the pool to brace herself.

We shouldn't be doing this, she thought. But she lifted a leg to give Kyle more access to her body, anyway. Maddy couldn't seem to control her body when Kyle touched her.

Kyle moved forward as his mom moved back, keeping pressure with his finger on his mom's sex. Then he slipped his finger under the edge of the bikini bottom and pushed it forward until it found his mother's vulva. His finger slipped inside her easily. He stroked the wet flesh between her lips, tickling her clit on each upstroke.

Maddy was glad that her face was turned away from the living room window, so her husband couldn't see her expression when she let out a low moan at the touch of Kyle's hand.

Her hands went to the ties on the side of her bikini, and she was ready to take it off, and the top too, and let Kyle fuck her there in the pool. But she regained control of her senses and her body.

"Kyle, no," she said. "We can't do this."

"Doesn't it feel good, mom?" he asked.

"Yes, yes it does. But we can't do this. Please stop."

She grabbed his wrist with her hand and pulled him away, and his finger slipped out of her.

Maddy moved away and walked out of the pool. Kyle was sorry to see her go but enjoyed the sight of the brief bikini bottom, dripping wet and clinging to his mom's shapely ass. Despite the cool water, Kyle had an erection, and he waited until it had subsided to follow his mom out of the pool.

Carl continued to watch sports highlights, oblivious to what was happening between his wife and son in the backyard.

Maddy and Kyle retreated to their respective rooms while Carl watched T.V. Time passed, the sun descended in the sky toward the horizon, and afternoon became evening.

In her room, Maddy worried about nightfall. She knew her son wanted her and would try to have her again when it was dark and Carl wasn't paying attention. Maddy was torn. Her body yearned for the feel of Kyle's body against hers, and inside her. But her conscience told her it was wrong. For a long time, she sat on her bed and couldn't move.

Eventually, her tummy won. It was late, and she was hungry. It was time for dinner. Maddy left her room to rouse Carl from his laziness in front of the T.V. and to work on dinner.

The barbeque was a joint effort. Maddy prepared the mashed potatoes and salad and Carl barbequed the pork ribs. Kyle set the table on the patio in the backyard. By the time the food was cooked and served, the sun had long since set and the evening enveloped them in near total darkness. A large glass enclosed candle provided the only light for dinner.

Everyone thought the meal was delicious. Maddy had to admit Carl had cooked the ribs to perfection, and Carl and Kyle gobbled up Maddy's potatoes. But the Ryersons were unusually quiet over dinner. Carl enjoyed the low buzz gathering in his head after downing a few beers. Maddy noticed how hot it still was, even as night came on, and she was glad she'd slipped on a light sun dress before dinner. Kyle was agitated and distracted by his mom's presence even though she sat on the other side of the table. He couldn't stop noticing the way her large breasts pressed out against the little dress she was wearing, and he thought about how much of her legs showed beneath the dress under the table. If his dad hadn't been there, he thought, he would have leapt across the table and taken her.

But dad was there, so Kyle sat where he was, smoldering.

After they finished dinner, Maddy brought ice cream from the kitchen. The ate it as the night sky grew darker and darker. Soon it was lit only by the stars and a sliver of moon following the sun's path down to the horizon.

When the ice cream was eaten, Carl looked at his phone to check the time.

"That was a long dinner," he said. "It's already 10:30. It'll be time for the shooting stars soon."

"I'll take the dishes in now, then," said Maddy.

"I'll help you, mom," Kyle said.

"Well, don't leave me out here alone," Carl said. "I gotta get another beer, anyhow."

They took their dishes in the house. When they returned to the backyard Carl carried another beer, and Maddy carried a glass of lemonade. Kyle carried a large picnic blanket from the house.

"I thought we could hang out on the lawn and wait until the meteors arrive," he said, spreading the large blanket out over the grass.

Maddy looked askance at the blanket, knowing what her son really had in mind.

But Carl said, "That's a great idea. We'll all get cozy under the stars."

"Where are the meteors supposed to be?" Kyle asked.

"To the northeast," Maddy said. "That's what the article in the newspaper said. That constellation over there, I think." She pointed to a faint cluster of stars about half way up from the horizon, over a tall hedge against the fence.

Carl plopped down on one side of the blanket, lying on his back and looking up to the stars. Maddy took a spot in the middle of the blanket, next to Carl. Kyle sat on the other side of her.

They waited. The air was no longer hot, but it was still warm enough that they felt the sweat linger on their bodies.

"So how many shooting stars are we going to see?" Kyle asked.

"You never know," Carl said. "If it's a good shower you'll see more than one a minute. But if not you'll see them a lot less often. You never know."

11 o'clock arrived, but they saw no shooting stars yet.

"It's not exactly getting off to a banging start," Carl said, letting out a low burp.

"Carl!" Maddy said.

"Excuse my French," Carl said.

Kyle rolled his eyes, unseen to his mom and dad. Dad was drunk again, like the night before. It was embarrassing.

Maddy leaned back to see the stars more easily, and braced herself with her hands behind her. Kyle noticed and put his hand over hers. He gave her fingers a light squeeze and Maddy looked at him in surprise. Without thinking she squeezed his hand back. Then she pulled her hand away and sat up, turning away from Kyle and toward Carl.

Kyle wasn't going to make things easy, she thought.

The Ryersons waited for the meteor shower. Fifteen minutes ticked by. Still no shooting stars. They waited in the dark for the show, growing restless.

Kyle scooted closer to his mom, behind her. He put his hand, which was out of his dad's sight, against his mom's back. The hand drifted down Maddy's back, over the thin fabric of her dress, until it rested just above the cleft between her ass cheeks. Kyle felt the slight, raised bump of Maddy's tiny thong under the material.

Mom's wearing a g-string, he thought. Shit.

His fingers found the vertical part of the string that disappeared between her legs. Then, through the cotton of her dress, he took it between his thumb and forefinger, and he pulled on it. He felt it pulling away from her skin. Then he let it go, and it snapped quietly against her skin.

Maddy felt what Kyle was doing but couldn't do anything in response without tipping off Carl. The snap of the g-string against her back gave her a delicious tingle throughout her body.

Kyle grabbed it again. This time he pulled on it harder, and pulled up. Maddy felt the string between her legs pulled up and into her. The thin material covering her pubis collapsed and sank into the damp depths between her lips. It rubbed against her clit. Maddy wanted to moan, to let Kyle know what he was doing to her, but she couldn't with her husband near her. She sat still on the blanket, but she didn't know how long she could sit that way.

She moved forward, as much away from Kyle as she could on the blanket, and he let go of the g string. Maddy could feel it soaking up the moisture inside her.

Carl made a big slurping noise as he finished his beer. He was feeling no pain and the stars in the sky were taking on a blurry look.

"I don't see any shooting stars, Maddy," he slurred.

"It was supposed to start at 11, but the peak isn't supposed to come until closer to midnight," she replied.

"Midnight?" Carl barked. "Who wants to stay up 'til midnight? I've seen shooting stars before."

"Come on, Carl, let's be patient," Maddy said. "We've never done this as a family before."

Maddy didn't want Carl to leave her alone with Kyle. Unfortunately for her, Kyle didn't share her desire.

"It's O.K., dad," he said. "If you're tired you can go and mom and I will hang out and tell you what they were like in the morning."

Maddy could see Kyle smiling, dimly, through the darkness.

"That sounds like a thoughtful idea, son," Carl said. But he didn't move right away. He craned his head and scanned the sky right and looked for a full minute before giving up.

"Looks like a dud to me," he said. "I'm going in. Don't let me spoil the fun. You two stay out here and let me know later if you see anything."

Carl stood up woozily from the blanket and staggered toward the house.

"Maybe I'll come with you --" Maddy started to say.

"No, no," Carl said. "You stay with Kyle. He hasn't watched a meteor shower before. I'm sure he'd prefer it if you stayed out here with him."

I'm sure he would, Maddy thought. That was the problem.

"We'll keep each other company," Kyle called to his father. "Goodnight, dad!"

"Goodnight!" Carl hollered as he entered the house and shut the door after him.

Maddy was left alone with Kyle in the backyard. She didn't move from the blanket. A voice inside her told her she should get up at once and follow her husband into the house. But she didn't move. Another voice told her to stay.

Before she could decide she felt Kyle's hands on her shoulders.

"Mom, turn around," he said.

"Kyle, we shouldn't do this," Maddy said. "I should go in."

"You could have gone in with dad, mom," Kyle said. "But you didn't. You want to be here. Think how good it felt last night."

Maddy did think about it. She hadn't been able to stop thinking about it since her night with Kyle on the sofa. Her body trembled at the memory of it. But her mind, which still maintained a semblance of control over her, told her she shouldn't, and that she should get up and go back into the house.

She put a hand on the blanket to push herself up, and she almost rose, but she couldn't quite make herself do it. She could see Kyle's handsome face in the dim light, his cropped blond hair and wide blue eyes. His strong, large hands, which had grabbed her so urgently the night before, seemed poised to do so again.

"Kyle, I don't know --"

"I do," Kyle said. "I do, mom. I want to feel you again. Dad's asleep by now. You know how good it will feel."

Kyle could see the tension and conflict in his mom's face, even in the darkness. She wants it, too, he thought, but she needs to be nudged, not pushed.

Suddenly, something in the night sky overhead caught their attention. The first shooting star of the evening. It burned a white gleaming trail across the sky in the darkness.

"It's a sign, mom," Kyle said. "The stars are telling you I'm right."

"Oh, Kyle, that silly," Maddy said.

But her voice didn't sound completely convinced. The voice inside her -- the voice of her desire, not the voice of her conscience -- wanted to believe it was a sign, too.

"Mom, if that doesn't convince you, I'll tell you what," Kyle said. He looked at his phone. "It's 11:45. Only fifteen minutes to midnight. Between now and then, with every shooting star, you have to take something off. If you're naked by midnight, you'll let me do what I want with you, here on the blanket. And if not, we'll go inside and call it a night. How about it?"

That sounds crazy, Maddy thought. But, on the other hand, the odds seemed to be in her favor. Already it was 11:45, and only one shooting star had appeared. If she could get through the next fifteen minutes with her clothes on, Kyle would leave her alone.

"O.K., I'll do it," she said. "But if I'm still dressed at midnight we'll go to bed and forget about this, and you won't pester me about it anymore."

"It's a deal, mom!" Kyle said.

Maddy immediately regretted agreeing to Kyle's silly deal. She wondered why she hadn't just stood up and walked into the house. She looked at her son, whose blond hair and strong face were lit only faintly by the stars and moon. But Kyle wasn't looking at her. He was looking up, to the northeast, hoping the meteor shower would come to hasten his mother's disrobing.

Maddy looked up too, torn. She could almost feel the force of her son's lust for her from across the blanket. And, she had to admit to herself, she lusted for him, but she was trying as hard as she could to keep her feelings in check. She hoped the stars would hold off until midnight.

They waited for two minutes and nothing happened. The sky was fully dark and the slivery moon was beginning to fall below the western horizon.

Then they saw one -- a faint white streak of light that started halfway up the sky and arced overhead until burning out. Kyle wasted no time.

"Time to take something off, mom," he said.

Maddy wore her dress, and panties, and flip flops on her feet. She had chosen not to wear a bra because of the heat. Now she regretted her decision. It would take only four shooting stars before midnight to get her naked.

She wiggled her foot in the air and the flip flop fell off it onto the blanket. Maddy scooped it up and tossed it to the side.

Kyle took Maddy's outstretched and now unshod foot in his hands, and he bent down and kissed the toes of mom's foot. He had to scoot closer to her to bring it to his mouth. When he did so he first kissed it lightly with puckered lips, but then he took a toe into his mouth and swirled it with his tongue, savoring the salty sweat-taste of her skin.

He held his mom's foot up, off the blanket on the lawn, so he could scan the sky while he sucked on her toe. He didn't want to miss any shooting stars.

To Maddy, the feeling of her son's tongue and mouth on her toe was intoxicating. She could barely concentrate on anything else, but she, too, looked up to the sky, wondering how the stars would dictate her fate with her son.

Kyle had set his cell phone face up on the blanket. He swept it with his finger to see the time again. 11:53. Only 7 minutes to go.

He willed another star to fall from the sky.

And then it did. This one was yellower, and fainter, and it streaked down, a short blur toward the horizon before it burned out. Maddy saw it too.

"Next, mom," Kyle said with a smile and a star-lit gleam in his eye.

Maddy jerked her foot toward the grass and the remaining flip flop flew off her foot and landed a few feet away. Maddy still wore her dress and panties underneath it, but she felt exposed, knowing that two more shooting stars before midnight would leave her naked before her son.

Kyle's whole body tingled with excitement and desire for his mom. He could hardly hold back. He grabbed his mom's newly unshod foot in two hands, and he rubbed his thumbs deeply over the ball of the foot. He saw his mom close her eyes with pleasure at the touch of his strong hands on her feet. He massaged them with his thumb and fingers, all the while keeping his eyes looking at the sky above.

Another few minutes ticked by. To Kyle time hurtled forward, too fast. To Maddy, it wasn't fast enough. She tried hard to focus on the idea that it would be wrong to get naked in front of her son on the back lawn. That part of her willed time to move faster, to reach midnight before another star fell. But another part of her wished differently.

At 11:56 the next star streaked across the sky. This one flew parallel to the horizon, and it seemed to expand just before it stopped and gave out.

Maddy let out a big sigh. What to remove? All she wore were panties and the little dress. She decided to pull the panties off; to Kyle's eyes she would still be decent.

Maddy lifted off the blanket, and with her free hand she reached under the dress to pull off the panties.

They slipped down her legs, and Kyle saw that they were pale blue under the faint star light.

For the first time Maddy noticed how loudly the crickets chirped in the bushes around them. They chirped in a fast, frantic pace in the hot, still night.

"One more star to go, mom," Kyle said, grinning in anticipation.

Maddy sucked in a gulp of air and let it out, nervously. Her conscience and body were at war with each other. One wanted the time to pass without any more stars so she could go inside the house; the other wanted the stars to fall so her son would do whatever he wanted to do to her. She sat nervous and naked under the thin dress on the blanket.

Another minute ticked by, with no stars falling.

Kyle looked at his phone: 1:58; only two minutes to go. He crossed his fingers. Please let this happen, he thought. Oh, please.

Maddy and Kyle waited. They heard the crickets continue chirping and they felt the late-night air, cooler than before but still warm, pressing against their sweat-sticky skin.

11:59. No shooting stars. Kyle ground his teeth. Maddy held her breath.

Kyle held his phone up against the night sky, to watch the time tick by while keeping his eyes alert for the next shooting star.

30 seconds to go. Kyle started counting the seconds. His heart sank. He glanced at his mom and she looked back at him with a look he couldn't read.

15 seconds before midnight, the sky lit up as a burst of flame erupted from the northeast and traced a line in the sky toward them. It expanded before it burned out and disappeared.

Midnight. Kyle looked at his mom.

"Take off your dress, mom," he said, softly.

Maddy didn't even think. The stars had decided her fate, and she obeyed without resisting. She grabbed the hem of her short dress, listed her ass of the ground, and then pulled it up and off her body swiftly. She tossed it to the grass to the side of the blanket.

She sat naked in front of her son, for the second night in a row, this time under the stars.

The moment she tossed her dress aside, she felt the kiss of a cool breeze against her skin, the first she had felt in many days. In the darkness, she could see tree limbs sway and she heard the hiss of wind against the leaves. Perhaps the heat wave had broken. The suddenly cool air against her damp, sweaty skin made goose bumps break out on her arms. She saw Kyle move toward her, and she welcomed his warmth against her.

Kyle looked at his mom on the blanket in the dark before he approached her. She sat demurely, with her knees up and together, and her hands in her lap, but her full breasts were exposed, and her skin glowed faintly under the light of the stars and the candle to the side of them. He moved closer and took her shoulders in his arms and pressed his face against hers. He caught the fresh scent of her hair. Then he kissed her, gently at first, but then more deeply and urgently. She didn't respond at first, but she didn't resist either, and when his tongue entered her mouth he felt hers press back against his.

Kyle held his nude mom in his arms as he kissed her. Then he pulled his face away from hers and he placed his hand under one of her breasts and brought it up to his mouth. He sucked on her nipple. All the feelings of the night before came cascading back -- especially, the deep, urgent need to take her.

Maddy felt those needs too. Since taking her dress off she'd given up her resistance to her son. Her body was his, and she wanted his body on her. She raised her hands and placed them on the back of Kyle's head, to pull him toward her chests so he could suck on her nipples harder. She threw her head back and looked up at the night sky in time to see another meteor shoot across the darkness.

While with one hand he cupped and grabbed the breast that he sucked, Kyle dipped his other hand down between his mother's legs until he found the cleft under her light fur. Mom was wet -- sopping, already. His finger entered her, easily, without resistance, and he curled it up to tickle the flesh of her g spot. Maddy moaned when he did so.

Kyle bit down gently on his mother's nipple and swirled his tongue around it in his mouth. Maddy moaned and squealed at the touch of his mouth on her body. She had to try hard to keep the sound down. The feel of her son's strong hands, kneading and mashing her heavy breasts, was amazing. A need to exclaim her need and desire welled up from within her, but she felt the need to suppress it so her husband wouldn't hear it.

Whatever Maddy's hesitation and restraint, her son took her body with abandon, grabbing her and kissing her wherever and however he wanted. Without thinking Maddy spread her legs open for Kyle. But he didn't take her like that. Instead, he grabbed his mom's thighs in his hands and pushed them to the side. At first puzzled, Maddy figured out quickly what Kyle wanted. She turned over, putting her knees and hands on the blanket and turning her ass to her son. She arched her back, and she spread her legs further apart. She pushed her ass back and up toward Kyle's view.

The starlight illumined little, but it lighted enough for Kyle to see his mom's upturned ass, and the sweet puckered hole between her cheeks, and the needy and partly opened cleft of her vulva. His cock was hard and long, and he directed it to his mom's cleft. With no further delay, he pushed it into her and he heard his mom moan as his cock slipped between her wet folds and sank deeply into her.

Maddy had wanted to resist her son, but she couldn't do it. Now she just wanted the feeling of him inside her, thrusting hard and fast. She threw her head back and closed her eyes and savored the hard thrust of her son's flesh inside her.

But then he stopped, almost as soon as he began. Kyle withdrew his cock from her. As much as he wanted to fuck his mom, he wanted something else more, for the moment at least.

Maddy felt her body twisted and turned in her son's strong hands, seemingly with no effort. She marveled at his strength and his ability to do with her body whatever he wanted. Kyle flipped her around, and he cupped her ass in his hand and lifted it off the grass. Maddy saw her son's face between her legs and she spread them wider. Now only her back and shoulders and outstretched arms remained in contact with the cool grass; her ass was in the air and being pulled toward her son's eager face, his mouth open and hungry.

Kyle pushed his mouth against his mom's open vulva. The need to taste his mom's cunt was overwhelming, and irresistible. The lips were spread wide, so with no effort he could push his tongue deep inside her at once. He pushed the tip of it as deeply as he could, into her moist depths, and then he flickered his tongue back and forth, inside his mom, and he pulled back so he could savor the taste of her outer lips. In turn, he took each lip of his mom's between his teeth, and he bit down gently, wanting to mark her and claim her. Then he ran his tongue up and down in broad sweeps between her sopping and needy gash. When his tongue found his mom's clit, hard and pert, it lapped and swirled against it.

Maddy moaned and squealed throughout her son's oral assault on her sex. Carl had never done anything like this; no one had. Kyle's mouth and tongue slurped into and over the most intimate folds of her flesh; they consumed her, and she wanted nothing more than to feed them to her son. The rough movement of his mouth and tongue on her made her shudder a little, and then shudder more. His tongue found some new place in her, never touched before, and suddenly Maddy erupted, her hips bucking against her son's mouth, and she came.

Maddy orgasmed in sharp, short waves, and from some unknown place inside her fluid erupted and spurted against Kyle's mouth and his face. He felt the surge of his mom's wetness over his mouth and his cheeks even as he tried to contain it in his mouth, which he opened wide to take in the wetness that was spurting uncontrollably from her. He contained some of it, but not all of it, but what he contained he slurped and drank and swallowed with relish.

Mom's squirting, Kyle thought. Oh my god.

Kyle's tongue moved rapidly over his mom's cunt to drink it all up. Soon he was done. He knew what he needed.

Kyle moved his mouth away from his mom and he turned her over again. He wanted her ass in the air, and he wanted to see the wet, open, dripping folds of her cunt between her ass cheeks before he pushed his cock inside her.

Maddy obliged and let her body be guided by Kyle's hands and his needs. She felt her body getting flipped over and her ass pushed up in the air again and her knees spread apart on the grass, and she waited for the feel of her son against and inside her.

She didn't wait long. The bulb of his hard cock pushed between the lips of her vulva and pressed deeply inside her. Her body let him in eagerly. She moaned again. Kyle pushed, and his cock slid in all the way easily against the slippery walls of his mom's cunt.

Kyle groaned with pleasure when he had pushed as far as he could. He held is cock like that for a moment without moving, so he could enjoy the sensation of being buried as deep within his mother as he could. Then he began pulling out. He looked down and in the dim starlight saw his mom's pussy lips clinging wetly to his cock as it moved out of her. He didn't pull all the way. He pulled just far enough to see his mom's lips stretching and clinging to the pink head of his cock.

Then he pushed back into her, hard.

He felt his mom's whole body shift forward with a grunt as he pushed into her.

Maddy took Kyle's cock, eagerly and hungrily, into her cunt. She pushed her ass against him as he pushed against her, but he was bigger and stronger and his thrusts pushed her down and forward in the grass. The fingers of her hands splayed wide among the blades of grass, their green dimmed by the night and low light of the crescent moon at the sky's horizon. She dug her fingers into the lawn to steady herself, so she could hold fast, and so her son could enter her as deeply as possible. She threw her head back and stared into the night sky above her as Kyle fucked her pussy. Another star shot across the sky.

Kyle's hands dug in harder into his mom's hips. Kyle was an animal, and his lovely mom was an animal too, on all fours on the grass, her ass upturned and exposed to him. He felt his mom's pussy gushing with wetness, lubricating his rapid thrusts in and out of her.

Mom, oh mom, he thought.

Nothing could be better than the consuming desire that welled up with every thrust.

Kyle pushed harder and faster. He felt the moment coming. With a few more thrusts it came. Kyle felt the surge inside him, and then he felt it leave him: heavy spasms of thick wetness gushering forth and filling his mom. He felt one gusher after another. He kept fucking her, so as much of his seed as possible would fill his mom.

Maddy felt her son's seed inside her. She shuddered and she came, again. Her body shivered and shook so violently that she almost pushed Kyle outside of her, but she pushed back against him with what control she had left to ensure he stayed inside her. She let out a long, low sigh as her body shook with orgasm. Kyle kept spurting inside her.

Kyle watched his mom's body fall to the grass as her orgasm subsided. His spent cocked pulled out of and away from her pussy, and as it pulled outside of her he saw dribbles of his cum leaving her and dripping from her onto the lawn.

Kyle was done but not yet soft. He wanted to feel himself inside his mom still, but in a different position. He grabbed her ass and pushed it to the side and on the lawn, and then he took her thighs again and spread them open as his cock once again found the wet opening of her well-used cunt. He pushed inside, his mom on her back and her legs lifted over her son's head into the night.

Maddy felt a cool breeze on her cheek. The heat wave had broken at last. Her hair spilled around her face at the movement of the air and she drew closer to her son so his body would keep her warm.

In the dim evening light Maddy saw her son's eyes boring into hers.

Maddy lay on the grass with her legs wrapped around her son and her fingernails dug into his shoulders. Kyle's length still filled her. She looked beyond Kyle, into the vast darkness above. Maddy wondered if she would ever be able to resist her son. Maybe she wouldn't. Maybe, instead, he would fuck her whenever he wanted to.

She guessed that he would. She guessed that she would want that, too.

As if in answer, a star streaked across the infinite sky.