MOM'S SKATER BOY

Michael is a beautiful boy, kind, good-looking, in a cute sort of way, but he also has a gift. I know all mothers say that, but it was true, Michael could sing. Country music was his gift, and I had seen grown men cry while listening to him. I always cried, but half the men and all the women are quickly in tears whenever he sings a sad, good old country song.

That had a lot to do with his treatment at school, and although they hadn't heard him sing, they teased him mercilessly about it. It didn't help that he wasn't big or sporty, and rode a skateboard everywhere. I just needed him to get through the last year of high school. A scholarship to the school of performing arts was waiting if he could keep a B+ average. All the managers and top producers, and other artists he has supported told me that he needed to get through the first year or two of college, to learn the rules before being able to break them later.

I knew that being with other singers and performers would help him, and I would do everything I can to make that happen. But when he came in the door and dropped his bag next to the kitchen counter with blood all over his face, I just couldn't let it go.

"Michael, what happened to your face?" I asked, I could see the marks and rushed to him.

"Nothing, Mom, don't worry about it." Michael answered, but his lip was swollen.

"I am going to ring the principal and find out for myself." I said, searching for my phone.

"God, no, Mom, you will make it a hundred times worse. It is already hell there!" Michael yelled, then clung to me, sobbing.

"We just need to get through the rest of the year. Then you will be in a school full of people just like you." I said, as he settled down but still snuggled into my chest.

"I can go on the road now. I could pick up enough gigs to feed myself." he said, but I pushed him back and held his shoulders.

"You will finish with B's and go off to College as we planned. I will not have you end up like your father." I said, shaking him as I spoke.

"He was good, Mom, real good." He answered back, but he was not able to hold my gaze.

"He died broke and high, in the back of his car, baby, that's no way to live." I said, but left the bit about the naked hooker beside him as I was trying to discourage him.

I sent Michael to bed that night, and I went to check on him after he had finished his shower. He was much calmer by then, and I kissed him goodnight and left him to sleep. When I got to my room, I opened my laptop and searched for a good erotic story to read while playing with myself.

I am not some MILF, or anything. I have B-cup breasts that are not even the same size as each other when they are out of my bra, and they didn't look that good. My areolas are long, and the nipples are too big. And to top that off, my pussy lips are long and protrude past my outer part of my pussy and show off my huge clit.

The one upside to my body is that they are all sensitive. I can have an orgasm just pulling on my nipples and then can have another within a few minutes of playing with my clit. It is a bit embarrassing when I wear swimmers because I always get horny in the water, and my clit sticks out and shows in the crotch of my swimmers.

I lay there naked on top of my covers, playing with my nipples and clit as I read, being careful to keep myself on edge by stopping whenever I get close to an orgasm. This story had a bit of everything, Voyeurism, anal, and spanking, the lot. I skimmed through the spanking, but the rest turned me on. When I got to the part where the husband was showing his wife off to the men on the beach, I orgasmed from twisting my nipple between my finger and thumb.

Both my nipples were still hard when I ran my hand down to my clit as I kept reading the story. I played with my clit, and fingering my pussy, giving me another two orgasms. I was shocked when my clock showed 1:30 am. I had to go to sleep. I closed my legs and laptop and then my eyes. My fingers still smelled like pussy, but I didn't mind my smell, or taste for that matter.

The following week or so seemed to go better, but when Michael came home with a C+ on a test, I knew he wasn't telling me what was going on. I waited for the weekend. On Saturday morning, I approached him at the breakfast bar.

"So, what has happened?" I said, as I served his eggs.

"It's OK, Mom. I can make it up later." Michael said, trying to put me off.

"That isn't going to cut it for me, young man. What do we need to do to get back to a B+?" I asked, looking at him squirm.

"I could use your laptop in the evening." He suggested, trying to get one past me.

"You have a computer in the dining room. I know that you would be studying porn if you had my laptop in your room." I answered, but it gave me an idea.

"I tell you what, if you can bring me a B, then the following Friday night, you get my laptop for two hours." I said, and watched Mike's eyes light up.

"Now you are going to tell me you have some kiddy-safe software on it." Mike said, as the wind went out of his sails.

"No, you can look up anything legal in this state. I don't want the cops here putting you in handcuffs. But I do have one condition: we discuss everything you see, because I don't want you getting the wrong idea of what sex is all about." I said, and he was sort of OK with that.

When I went to bed that night, I cleaned up all my history so Mike wouldn't find it if his next mark was a B, and I also found a logger to track the websites he visited. I didn't want him deleting his history and then hitting a few softcore ones to trick me. I then looked up another story and played with my pussy until I climaxed on my fingers, then cleared my history again.

Mike seemed happier for the next week. He went to school and then came straight home to study. He had his music lessons in between. He had a voice coach for two hours a week and guitar for an hour on the other night. It cost me a bomb but I was determined to give him the best chance I could. We talked every night, and we were closer than we have ever been. Then it happened, he rushed in on Thursday afternoon with his first B+. He was beaming with pride and blushing red when I gave him the laptop the following evening.

"I will pop in around eleven to pick this up, OK. I will knock first." I said, with a giggle.

"Oh, Mom." He said, and blushed even deeper red.

I did stay in the lounge room and turned up the TV real loud, but I couldn't help but think about my boy playing with himself in the other room. I waited until well after eleven to knock on Mike's door and he said, "Come in."

"Do you have anything to discuss with me?" I asked, pulling up the history.

"Mom, do you have to look at that stuff in front of me." He replied, but I only had a quick look and didn't play the videos.

"OK, you know that these guys are in the top 5% of penis size, so don't go comparing yourself to them. A girl would never come across one of them in their lifetime, let alone the two at one time in this video." I said, but he was only embarrassed.

"Mom, I know that." He said, trying not to look me in the eye.

I let him off easy and lent over to kiss him, but he was looking down my top when I raised back up. It was my turn to be embarrassed, so I quickly left the room. When I got back to my room, I closed my door, stripped off my oversize tee-shirt, and hopped into bed. I set up the laptop and opened the videos in the history.

The first video was the one with two men fucking a petite blond, and it was a hot video. Then the other three in the history were similar industry porn. I then opened the logger and copied and pasted the addresses to the browser. They were much better amateur porn with wives taking their husbands in public. They were hot but nothing too nasty. I opened a story I liked and played with myself before going to sleep.

This repeated for the following two results, and he was as happy as a clam. I only noticed his taste in porn was getting a bit more diverse. Both in the ones he left for me to find and the ones he deleted. Then he brought back another C, and I was disappointed in him. I had to find something else to keep up his motivation. Then I thought back to the first laptop night, and I had my inspiration.

"Honey, what happened with the test yesterday?" I asked, on Saturday morning, as I served him breakfast.

"I don't know. I tried my best." He answered, hanging his head.

"Well, I am certain you can do better, and if you can bring me two B+'s or better in a row, I will do something special for you." I said, serving another egg to replace the one he had just eaten.

"Mom, taking me out for ice cream only worked in the third grade." Mike said, laughing at his own joke.

"I will make your breakfast without wearing my top." I said, but almost couldn't get the words out.

"Mom.... are you sure?" Mike said, his eyes darting from my face to my breasts and back.

"Well, I don't have to, especially if a C is you trying your best." I said, trying not to blush.

"No, No, I promise I can do better." Mike said, and went straight back to his room.

I wasn't too worried until after the first B+, and then I waited for the ax to fall. The following week he came running up the footpath beaming. His second B+ in a row, he kissed me on the cheek and tried his best not to stare at my breasts all that night. We sat on the couch and watched TV until late, and then he went to bed. I played with myself for a long time, as I didn't want to be horny the next morning when my boobs would be on display.

I woke up early and showered, and when I got to the kitchen, Mike was sitting at the breakfast bar as usual. I pulled my tee-shirt over my head as casually as I could, and my breasts bounced free. I was a little sad that they didn't hold themselves up the way they used to. But at least they didn't point to the ground yet.

"I thought you were going to have a bikini or bra on under the shirt." Mike said, but looked on intently anyway.

"I told you I would do it topless, and I will. You did a great job, and you deserve your reward. I just don't want to hear about this from any of your classmates. Are we clear?" I said, as my breasts wobbled as I pointed my spatula at him.

"Yes, Mom." Mike said, and started eating, then asked for seconds to keep me topless longer.

He came up beside me and helped clean up. Clever boy, helping me to keep my shirt off while he was there. I gave him a bare boob hug and pulled on my top. The show was over, and we went back to normal for another few weeks. He got another B+ the next week, and he got the laptop for a few hours that Friday night. And then the next week, another B+.

"Another topless breakfast." Mike announced, as he sat at the breakfast bar the following day.

"I didn't say we would do that each time you got two B+'s." I said, but he just slumped in his chair.

I couldn't see him not being rewarded for his excellent work, so I pulled off my Tee-shirt and threw it at him to pull him out of his funk. He looked up with a big smile and openly looked at my boobs. Then I saw his eyes dart down to my pussy, and I had forgotten that I only had on panties. They were nice ones, but you could see a little of my pubic hair through the see-through paneling on the front.

"Sorry, Baby, I will be back in a sec." I said, and went to leave the room.

"No! It's... fine, they are fine." Mike said, looking at my breasts.

"If you're sure." I said, my confidence boosted by Mike shifting in his seat, trying to hide a boner, I guessed.

I went about cooking and serving the usual Saturday morning breakfast. Mike got a good look at my ass and boobs as they swayed and wobbled with my movements around the kitchen. He helped me clean up again, and I gave him a bare boob hug as a thank you for helping. I did walk around topless a little longer after that, leaning over Mike's shoulder, helping him with some homework. His eyes almost bugged out of his head as my nipple was only an inch from his face.

I had enjoyed myself too much that morning, and that night I lay in bed and pushed a dildo into my pussy as I strummed my clit. I had three orgasms, one after the other, the last with my finger in my ass as I thrust the dildo into my pussy.

After his Saturday music lesson, Mike studied most of Sunday and we sat on the outdoor chairs enjoying the afternoon sun. I could tell he wanted to talk about something but was nervous to start.

"Mom, what happens if I get an A?" Mike asked, after he worked up the courage.

"Mmm let me think." I said, trying to think of the best way to motivate him.

"I could be topless all day Saturday, if we don't go out." I said, hoping that would be enough to keep him interested.

"What about two A's?" He replied, fishing for more, I guessed.

"You want me nude all day, Saturday?" I asked, raising my eyebrow.

"Sorry." He said, and slumped down in his seat.

"OK, Two A's in a row, and I go nude all day, but you have to be nude too." I said, not thinking I would ever have to pay up, but you never know, and it would be worth it if I did.

He got to use the laptop the following weekend after getting B+ on an assignment. Then the next week, he cracked an A- on a test, and I was going to pay up. On Friday night, he got my laptop for a few hours, and when I picked it up, I gave him a goodnight kiss, and he hugged me tightly. It was so lovely to have him show me some affection.

When I got to my room, I checked his history, and there was just some regular porn, but the logger showed me some more exciting porn videos he had watched. I copied the first link to the browser, and it opened a video with an older lady sitting on a young man's big cock. She looked like she was enjoying herself. I played with my nipples and made them stand up and tingle at my touch.

I was on the crest of an orgasm when I opened the next video, and as I watched, the young man cried out "Mommy!" as he came. My pussy contracted as my fingers pulled out on my nipple, and I climaxed without even touching my pussy. I blushed and put my laptop away as I was already conflicted about going topless all day tomorrow.

I woke up early on Saturday morning. I put on a long Tee-shirt and went out to start breakfast. As expected, I found Mike sitting at the breakfast bar, anticipating me coming down from upstairs. I pulled my top off over my head and started cooking, with Mike staring at my bottom in the high-cut panties I had chosen for the day. They were very narrow up over my ass cheeks and even more skimpy in the front, they also showed a lot of my camel toe, but I could do little about that. It was just how my pussy was made.

"Close your mouth, Mike. You will catch a fly." I said, getting a smirk from him.

"Sorry, Mom, I was just admiring your panties." Mike said, he was getting bold.

By lunchtime, I had stopped trying to be modest. There was just no way to put clothes in the front load washer without your tits hanging down like cow's udders and not showing all your ass. I thought Mike had lost interest in looking until I went to hug him, and I found an erection pressing into me.

My only problem came when we settled down to watch TV and Mike lay on the rug in front of me. I had to try to keep my legs crossed because his bulge in his pants was affecting me so much. If I opened my legs, he would see the dark patch of wetness on my panty crotch. My nipples were getting hard all the time, and I was dying to go to my room and play with myself.

"OK, my boy, I'm going to bed. Good night." I said, and gave him a quick hug.

"Nite, Mom. Love you." Mike said, and turned off the TV and headed to his room.

I went to my room, took off my panties, and propped myself up at the end of my bed. I sat the laptop between my legs and started to read a sexy story about a Mother and her Son. I tried to keep myself on the edge of my orgasm, my clit was sticking out from my pussy lips, and my juices were trickling down from my opening. But as soon as the Son in the story spurted on his mother's belly, I started to spasm through my own climax. I had to bite the back of my hand to stop from screaming out.

I was waiting to see what he got for the next test, and I don't know whether I was pleased or disappointed about the B+ he got for Math. He still got a few hours of laptop time and a topless breakfast. It was enough to fuel my orgasm that night and make me feel guilty for the next few days. I just had to remember this was for his grades and his future. But Mike was down in the dumps for the rest of the week.

Mike had a gig at a local dance spot the following weekend, and that took his mind off school work for a while. I acted as his roadie as usual and set up his amps, and ran the backing tracks for him. Mike had the place stomping to all the old dance tracks, and he was already a whizz on the guitar, thumping on the body and strumming on the strings. He did play some of his slower stuff a few times, but the audience was here to line dance, so that's what he gave them.

It was 2:30 am when we finished packing up, slept in until late on Sunday, and when I got up Mike was already studying. He was after that A now, and nothing would stop him. The rest of the week went pretty much as expected until Thursday.

"I got another A- Mom." Mike said, as he came into the kitchen after school and was beaming with pride.

"I am so proud of you." I said, as I pulled him to me, kissing him on the cheek.

He got his few hours with the laptop and me topless all day on Saturday except when we went to the store for an hour. When we came home and started to unpack the food, he looked at me a little glum until I realized I hadn't taken my shirt back off. I went into the pantry with some cans of food and stripped my shorts and blouse off, and returned to the kitchen in just my panties.

"Is this better, my little boy?" I asked, as I went back to unpacking the food, my tiny lace panties revealing more of my body than ever before.

"Mmm... you're beautiful, Mom." He replied and sat at the breakfast bar, watched, and poured some of the pasta into the containers.

"Well, thank you, kind sir. But you don't have to lie to me, baby. My old body is not exactly the thing of pinups." I said, but my chest did blush a little when I saw his erection swell in his pants before he sat down.

By the time we settled down to watch a movie, my pantie crotch was dripping. I had to keep going to the bathroom to pull my panties down and wipe the liquid mess between my folds. I had never had to use lube during sex as my pussy always produced enough moisture for even the most frantic fucking. But in this situation, it was getting hard to hide my excitement, and I think Mike could see and smell it.

When we went to bed, Mike hugged me for a little longer than would generally be appropriate, my breasts and hard nipples crushed into his chest, and his hard cock pushed into my pantie-covered mound.

"Nite, baby, I love you." I said, as I released him and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

"I love you too, Mom." Mike answered, and headed for his room.

I pulled off my wet panties in my room, threw them in the hamper, and propped myself against the bedhead with some pillows. I spread my legs and stroked on my clit, catching it between my finger and my thumb. I only lasted a few minutes before I started to spasm in orgasm, thrusting my hips forward in a jerking motion with some of my juices spurting onto my sheets. I used a hand towel from the bathroom to clean up the best I could. I would have to change the sheets in the morning, but in the meantime, I didn't mind the smell of my sex.

All the next week, Mike studied like a madman, he was either at school or up in his room with his head inside a book. On Thursday, he came dragging himself up the path with a hangdog look on his face. "You gave it, you're all baby. Did you at least get a B?" I asked, as I hugged him to me, feeling disappointed for him more than anything."I am exhausted. That was hard work getting this A+." Mike answered, and had a massive smile on his face when I pushed him back to arm's length.

I just couldn't help myself. I was a doting mother for a little while, hugging him and fussing over him and making his favorite dinner, steak, eggs, and chips. I sent him to bed early, so he got a good night's sleep for school tomorrow. And then sat awake in my bed, worrying about Saturday. What would he think when my body was fully on display. My big old pussy, and I know my huge clit will be sticking out.

Friday afternoon, Mike got my laptop for a few hours, and when I went to pick it up, he was under just his sheet. I could tell he was naked under there, and I did my best not to stare at the tent being formed by his erection.

"Nite, baby boy, I am so proud of you." I said as I gave him a quick peck on the lips.

"Love you, Mom." Mike said back, as he was reaching to turn out his light, and his sheet slipped down until I could see the start of his pubic hair.

I dragged my eyes away from the tempting sight and headed to my room. I took off my clothes, stood at the makeup table in front of the mirror, and watched while running my fingers down over my pubic mound and stroking a finger on either side of my clit. A string of my pussy juice hung down from my outer pussy lip and shook free when my hips jerked, falling on the tabletop. My hips spasmed and jumped again as my orgasm took over, and a squirt came from my pussy and added to the mess on the mirrored tabletop.

I wiped up my pussy and the mess on the table and set myself up against the bedhead, put the laptop between my outstretched legs. I played with my nipples while I checked out the web addresses from the tracking software I put on my computer. The first few were amateur porn and helped me to another orgasm. The next two were more graphic depictions of Mother Son porn, and I plunged a large dildo into my pussy as I watched each one.

I came for a third time as the Son on the screen filled his Mothers pussy to overflowing. I was worn out for the night, which I was after because I would have no panties to soak up my juices tomorrow, so I was hoping this night of masturbation would keep my pussy under control for the twelve or so hours I would be naked the next day.

I woke up early to shower and gave my pubic mound a trim. I didn't want to shave, as this would just show off more of my big clit. I also left off my panties as I didn't want my pubic hair to be flattened to my body. My last hope was that Mike wouldn't be game to get naked so that I wouldn't have to show my old body. But as I came out to the kitchen in my oversize tee shirt, my hopes were dashed by the sight of my Son, sitting at the breakfast bar in his birthday suit.

As I walked into the kitchen, he watched me, and I came closer to the counter before pulling my tee-shirt over my head. He could see all of me down to my pubic hair, where the counter blocked his vision.

"What would you like for breakfast, Baby Boy?" I asked, my hands on the counter.

"Eggs on toast would be great." he answered, with his eyes fixed on my body's lower half.

I gathered myself and pushed away from the counter, turning and starting to cook. I heard Mike gasp, and I could feel his gaze on my ass. I have to admit I gave my hips a little more wiggle as I cooked, but it affected me. My nipples were hard and sticking out the whole time. He ate his eggs and asked for seconds to watch my ass some more. I cooked some for myself and sat next to Mike at the breakfast bar, sneaking a peek at his hard cock a few times.

He had a nice cock, it was about six inches long and thick as well. The foreskin was pulled back from the tip a little as his hardness bobbed with his heartbeat. I saw a drop of precum on the end of his gland that glistened in the light. I had to move as my pussy was starting to vibrate from the thoughts coursing through my mind. I couldn't touch it as much as I wanted to. It had been seven years since the last time I felt a real cock, and that was a one-night stand, and he never rang me again after he got into my panties.

"Collect all your washing and strip the bed, Honey." I said, as I did the washing up, not turning to see if he was staring between my legs.

"No problem, Mom, You are beautiful, by the way." Mike said, as I heard him heading down the hallway.

"You don't have to say that, Baby. I am just your old Mom." I said, without turning.

"You're just fucking hot, Mom!" He yelled from somewhere down the hall.

I blushed at the comment, took some paper towel, and wiped myself between the legs to dry some of the moisture that seeing his beautiful cock had caused. When I finished the dishes, I headed to the laundry to find Mike trying to load the washer. When I stepped in to help him, our bodies touched, causing his half-hard cock to lengthen and stand back up.

"Sorry, Mom, it's not going to go away any time soon with your naked body roaming around." He said, as he moved behind me to leave, but his cock rubbed across my ass, leaving a trail of precum.

After he left the laundry room, I brushed my hand over the wet trail on my ass cheek and brought my hand up to look at it. I couldn't help myself, and as I licked it, I almost orgasmed right then. He tasted incredible, manly, but not too strong. I held myself against the washer as I steadied myself and tried not to climax. It would be a long day if I could not control my pussy, as I was leaking down the inside of my thigh already.

I was leaning over, loading the front loader, when I turned to see Mike staring at my ass. I could only imagine the view he has from the doorway. But I couldn't stay cross-legged all day, so I just went about my Saturday duties. Mike helped me with the cleaning and vacuuming, but he remained in the same room to get as much benefit out of his two A's as possible because it would all return to normal tomorrow.

I kept ducking into the toilet to wipe my pussy, as the excitement was getting to me as well. I was getting to see a real cock up-close, and my pussy liked it. When we finished the last of the cleaning and washing, and it was in the dryer. I made us some lunch, and we settled in the lounge room to eat. I sat on the three-seater, and Mike sat across from me on the recliner.

Mike was scrunched down on the chair, flipped out the leg rest, and put his heels on it. Mike's ass was on the edge of the seat, and he spread his legs, so he had a good view of me. I could see him from his asshole to the tip of his throbbing cock with precum trickling down his shaft. Each time it throbbed, I could see his ass clench, and more precum bubbled from the tip.

I was conflicted, as I wanted to scoot my ass forward and copy his pose. But it was not a very Motherly thing to do. My pussy was very wet, and if I did that, he would see my excitement. Then again, I wanted him to be motivated to work hard for the rest of the year. Then my own sexual frustrations got the better of me, and I slid my ass forward and brought my heels up beside my ass on either side of the couch. I opened my legs and could see the look on Mike's face.

He was stunned as my pussy lips parted, and the pussy juice trickled from my opening and down over my asshole. I could see his ass pulse, and the precum dripped down his shaft onto his balls. My clit was sticking up from my pussy, and my nipples were hard little pebbles. I could not touch either because I would explode in orgasm as soon as I made contact. My asshole clenched involuntarily, and another trickle of my juices followed the earlier ones down over my asshole. I watched Mike's cock bob, and he watched my pussy pulsing in front of his eyes.

"Do you want to watch some TV or a movie?" I asked, trying to break the spell he had cast on me.

"Mom, I'm sorry, I need to release a little sperm to relieve some pressure." Mike answered, looking at me seriously.

"I am in the same boat, baby. Do you usually masturbate during the day?" I asked, running my hand over my belly, teasing a little, but it was the only place I could touch myself without climaxing.

"I would have done it two or three times by now, but I didn't do it at all yesterday, so I would have the guts to do this today." He answered blushing, with his fingers only an inch from his shaft.

"I normally do it at least once a day myself, and our deal was for all-day, that's from when I get up until I go to bed. So you can touch it if you want to. I'm not going anywhere." I said, as I watched his fingertips touch his shaft.

I watched as his purple gland became exposed as his foreskin pulled back from the head. I saw his ass clench and his balls contract up to his body, then his hips jerked and thrust up off the seat, and a spurt of cum arced up from the tip of his cock and landed on his chest. Mike's hips jerked again, and another squirt of cum leaped from his cock and landed on his stomach, then his ass clenched, and he held back his orgasm, something I had only seen once before on an amateur porn video many years ago.

I watched wide-eyed as his chest and stomach had two long stripes of sperm. I was on the edge of orgasm the whole time and didn't even dare to move. I just watched as Mike got up with cum plastered on his front and cheekily faked that he was going to cuddle me with his cum covered body. A few minutes later, he returned to me with his cum gone and leaned in between my open legs to cuddle me.

The contact took me a little by surprise as his thigh pressed to my open wet pussy, and his chest crushed against my breasts. Even more so when my climax shook my body, and my legs closed around his thigh. I just held on to him as my hips bucked against Mike's leg, and my clit rubbed its way through my orgasm. I knew my pussy had spurted a few times and could feel the girl cum running between our bodies.

"Are you alright, Mom?" Mike asked, as my grip on him started to relax.

"Sorry, Baby, I guess, Mom, was a bit over-excited too, but I was trying not to do that in front of you." I answered, looking up into his beautiful face.

"I didn't know girls did that." Mike said, looking down at the mess between us.

"Some girls do, and I'm one of them. But it can be a bit embarrassing." I said, and looked up at my Son, blushing.

"It's fucking hot, not embarrassing." Mike said, touching the liquid with his fingers and bringing it to his nose.

I went into the kitchen and used a hand towel to wipe myself. When I returned to the living room with the towel, I found Mike with his fingers in his mouth. I chose to ignore it because I had done the same with his precum from my ass cheek. I wiped down his leg and the old leather couch. We were both feeling more relaxed, other than Mike's cock continuing to be erect. We carried on with our Saturday chores.

After dinner, I washed dishes while Mike dried, and he made a point of brushing up against me every chance he got. He hugged me from the side, and his arm would bump into my breast as he reached for the next plate. I enjoyed the play, so I bumped my hip into his cock and trapped it between us any chance I got. He was dripping precum in a long strand, and it smeared onto my hip and bottom.

We watched TV that night sitting in the same position as during the day, and Mike spent more time looking at me than he did the programs. His erection had stayed hard this whole time, and he was slowly stroking it, and I have to admit I liked watching him do it. I was just about to call it a night when his cock jetted a full load of cum onto his belly.

"I couldn't hold back any longer. The pressure was too much." He said, as I wiped up his mess before he headed to bed.

When I went to my bedroom that night, I stood at the dressing table and strummed my clit a few times, and climaxed while standing there. I orgasmed again a few minutes later in bed. I lay awake that night, trying to get my Son's cock out of my mind.The following day at breakfast, we seemed to be back to normal, chatting and joking until Mike brought up a subject I guessed would be coming up.

"I have two months of school, and I am at a B now. What do I get if I end up with a B+ average?" Mike asked, the smile on his face.

"You get to go to college as we planned." I said, and saw the joy going away.

"But..." He couldn't finish, even though I think I knew what he wanted.

"If you finish with a B+, you get a full nude weekend with me, if that's what you want. But if you can get it up to an A- average or better, we will have a special weekend away, and we will do anything you like for that whole weekend. Two days to fulfill your fantasies, we will do whatever you like, and I will wear whatever you say. It will be all up to you." I said, but I don't know where it came from, but I just couldn't bear to see him down, and he would need all A's from now to the end of the year to pull it off.

"You mean it, I can have anything I want?" Mike asked, his face red and unable to look me in the eye.

"Just one weekend, you and me away in a Hotel room." I said, secretly liking the sound of it myself, even if it was so wrong.

Mike went off to school, and I went to work. I hardly saw him for the rest of the week. We sat down to dinner on Thursday night, and he showed me his A+ and smiled at his achievement. I offered him the laptop on Friday night, but he turned it down. "I have a real live nude lady tomorrow. Why would I need videos." he said, and I smiled and hugged him.

I did a bit of trimming that night and shaved my bikini line to present myself better. My clit was easier to see, but I wasn't hiding it anymore, and Mike didn't seem to mind. I gave myself a quick orgasm with the hairbrush because shaving my pussy lips always turned me on so much. I slept well, considering I would be on display to my Son all day tomorrow.

When I walked into the kitchen the next morning, I was greeted with the sight of Mike's naked body, and I went about making our usual breakfast of Bacon and Eggs as Mike watched my bottom wiggle. I was sitting beside him when he dropped his hand onto my thigh. This was a bold move, but I couldn't push him away. I almost slipped off the stool with the amount of liquid pouring from my pussy.

Mike poked at his food with his fork and rubbed his fingers up the inside of my thigh with the other hand. I opened my legs and turned on the stool to give him better access. He took the green light and ran his fingers right up to the edge of my pussy, grazing my lips with the back of his fingers. I had to bite my bottom lip to stop groaning out loud.

I looked down to see his hard cock standing to attention and the tip leaking precum, so I let the back of my fingers trace up the underside of its length catching all the precum and bringing it up to my lips. Mike watched with an open mouth as I licked the drips off with my tongue.

He ran a finger between my pussy lips, brought it to his lips, and first sniffed his finger, then took it in his mouth, savouring my taste as he watched my hand go back to his shaft. I gently stroked his cock while I ate my breakfast, and he played with my clit while he finished his.

"OK, go and bring all the hampers down and strip the beds. Time to start the chores, or there will be no time to relax this afternoon." I said, as I picked up his empty plate and made sure to wiggle my bottom while I cleaned up.

"Are you sure you don't need a hand with that?" Mike asked, as he stood at the laundry door, looking at my pussy and ass as I loaded the washer.

"Just bring down the dirty towels and put out clean ones from the closet." I said, but bent over even more as I put the last of the clothes in the washer.

"OK, anything you want." Mike said, and ran his fingers the length of my pussy, extracting a moan from me.

I couldn't tell him I wanted him to fuck me over the dryer. That would ruin any motivation I was providing. It didn't stop my pussy from screaming for attention every time he touched it. I decided to do the housework and keep my mind off the beautiful cock parading around. It worked to an extent, except when Mike took every opportunity to bump his cock into my bottom any chance he could.

We ate lunch, sitting opposite each other on the couch and recliner. I could see the precum bubbling from the tip of his cock, so I let my knees fall to the sides, exposing my inner pussy to his view. Mike put down his plate and gripped his cock shaft, gently pulling the foreskin off the head. "Sorry, I need to do this. I can't stand the pressure anymore." Mike said, then moaned.

"Come closer to me so I can watch, honey." I said, and watched Mike stand and move between my open thighs.

Mike pumped his cock a few more times as I watched and pulled on my nipples, keeping myself on the edge of my orgasm too. Then it happened. His cock erupted cum, gushing from the tip and jetting across the length of my torso. It left a thick rope of cream from my neck over the valley between my breasts across my belly to the top of my pubic mound.

One more shot followed, laying another stripe over my right breast and down onto my pussy mound. Then he clenched his body and held back any more of his sperm from shooting out. I watched as Mike looked down with a worried look on his face until I ran my fingers through the cum, gathering a giant blob and sliding it down over my clit and into my opening, sliding two cum covered fingers deep into my pussy.

I took another swipe across my pubic mound and pushed the next cum soaked finger down to my rosebud and slipped it into my ass to the first knuckle. My hips bucked, and my pussy spasmed as Mike watched me orgasm around my finger, my ass clenching with each spasm.

"I will get a cloth to clean this up, don't move." Mike said, looking down at my wide-open pussy.

He returned and carefully wiped all the cum from my body while I tried not to enjoy his touch. He paid particular attention to my pussy, making sure he got into every nook and cranny. I had my own juices seeped down from my opening and trickled across my rosebud. Mike cleaned that up too, bringing a moan from me.

We did the last of the chores, like making the beds together, and watched a video for the rest of the afternoon. When Mike was about to cum, I made him stand between my legs again. This time he emptied his entire load over my pubic mound and let some dribble down into the folds of my pussy. I ran my fingers through the cum and forced as much of it inside my pussy as I could.

"Two more A's to go, baby boy." I whispered, into his ear as he gave me a long goodnight hug, his erection pushing against the cleft of my pussy lips just under my clit.

"We don't have to wait." Mike said, as he nudged forward a little, parting my pussy lips.

"Didn't you cum enough today?" I asked, placing my hand on his chest to stop him.

"I have plenty more in me." Mike said, a cheeky grin spreading across his face.

I pulled back and turned toward my bedroom door and made sure to wiggle my bottom a little more seductively as I walked to my bedroom. "It will take another A to see this again." I said, stopping to bend at the waist and pick at some fluff from the rug.

"MMMmmm, another 'A' coming up." Mike said, as he watched me close the door.

I sat on my bed with my laptop between my spread legs and fingered my pussy while reading the new incest stories on the web. I brought my fingers to my lips, inhaling our mixed fragrances and then tasting my pussy juice mixed with Mike's sperm. I was ashamed to admit that I was praying for two more A's so that I would be 'Forced' to submit to his whim.

The next morning at breakfast, fully clothed, and Mike seemed a little glum. I tried teasing him by unbuttoning my blouse a little, but he was still pouting. "Next Saturday will be here soon enough." I said, running my fingers through his hair.

"It's not that. I have the graduation dance coming up, and I have no one to go with, so I think I will just stay at home." Mike said, looking down at his plate.

"Is there someone you want to ask?" I asked, a pang of jealousy passing through my body as I said the words.

"Clair, but she would never go with me. She is the most beautiful girl in school." Mike answered, and he was right. She was beautiful, and I had seen her looking at him as I picked him up after school a few times.

"What do you have to lose?" I asked, but secretly jealous as hell, but I had to be a good mother and be supportive.

"Do you think she would say yes?" He asked, looking to me for help.

"She can only say yes or no, and there is only one way to find out." I said, not wanting to get his hopes up too much.

"I will ask her at lunch tomorrow, but I don't like my chances. Brad, the QB likes her too." Mike said, and I knew Brad. He was a good-looking young man over 6 foot 3.

"Well, if she says no, we can have a nice dance here at home, without clothes on. Brad won't be getting that, I'll bet." I said, trying to soften any blow that might be coming.

That made Mike smile, and his pants bulged a bit. Mike spent the rest of the day studying, so I only saw him at dinner and when he hugged me goodnight. I went to bed with my laptop, put my butt plug in my ass, and fingered myself to orgasm, thinking about that naked dance with Mike. I left the butt plug in and went to sleep with my fingers smelling of pussy.

"How did it go, Mike? Tell me the whole story." I asked as Mike sat down at the kitchen counter and watched me cook the next night.

"I saw Clair by herself during lunch and made my way over to her table. I cleared my throat and croaked out a quick 'will you go to the dance with me.' She started to smile, and I thought I might be in with a chance when her friends came rushing over. They asked what 'skater boy' wanted, and Clair said that I had asked her to the dance, and they all burst out laughing. They were all telling me that Brad was going to ask her." Mike said.

I didn't know if I should be sad or happy. But I didn't like my Son being treated like that. "Then she said no, and she wouldn't even look me in the eyes when she did it." Mike said.

"Stuff them, you only have two weeks left, and you are out of there." I said, trying to cheer him up.

"Your right stuff them. I am going to be dancing with my naked Mom." Mike said, bringing a smile to my face and a tingle to my pussy.

Later in the week, he presented another A- to win another Saturday naked together. I decided not to play with myself on Thursday or Friday night, so I would be nice and horny for Saturday morning, looking forward to our little naked games around the house.

When I came into the kitchen on Saturday morning, Mike was already sitting at the breakfast bar with a nice hard cock. He jumped up and hugged me, and his hard-on pushed into my pubic mound, and my nipples brushed against his chest. I took a deep breath, pushed myself away to start making breakfast.

"I was asked about another Gig for you to sing at next Friday, but it's for free. The Principal of your school wanted you to sing a few songs at the final assembly." I said, hoping Mike would do it.

"I am already the laughingstock of the school. I don't want to make it any worse." Mike said, and I could see his point, but I wanted them to see what I see.

"You will never have to set foot in that place again, so why don't you write something to finish the set and blow them away. Then you never have to look back." I said, leaving it at that, and served up the eggs and sat next to Mike.

After we ate, I started the washing while Mike gathered all the bedding and towels from upstairs. I didn't notice him waiting at the door until I stood upright and saw him with his mouth open.

"You have something in your ass." Mike said, with his mouth still hanging unhinged.

"Yes, do you like it?" I asked, and bent to finish loading the washer.

"It has a jewel at the end of it." He said, still looking at my ass when I peeked back at him.

"I like it too." I said, clamping my anal muscle, making the butt plug move in my ass, and almost making myself moan.

Mike moved past me brushing his erection against my ass and leaving another strip of his precum on my ass cheek in the process, only this time he ran his fingers over my new butt plug, pressed it into me, bringing a gasp from my lips. I straightened and turned on the washer and gave Mike's cock a few strokes before leaving to start on the floors.

At lunchtime, we sat in the family room and ate in our usual positions, and when Mike couldn't stand it anymore, he stroked his cock, stood to my side and let two blasts shoot over my breasts. He clenched his body, staving off the rest of his orgasm, and I cleaned it up with a cloth, like a good mother.

I tried to hold off my orgasm until tonight, but Mike came up behind me while I washed up the plates and slid his cock between my thighs. He reached around to my breasts. He humped against me, his cock sliding along the furrow between my pussy lips. It only took a few minutes for my orgasm to rock me while I held myself up with the edge of the sink. Mike let go of another two blasts of sperm between my legs and stopped the orgasm again.

We did the rest of the Saturday chores, and after dinner, we had an orgasm each while watching each other play with our bits. Mike letting his full load go all over his chest. That night after I went to bed, I pulled out my butt plug and slipped a dildo in its place and fingered myself to another orgasm before falling asleep with the dildo still in my ass.

"I'll do it." Mike said, the following day as he ate breakfast on the Sunday morning before his last few days of school.

"You will do what, Mike?" I asked, hoping it was about the singing but not wanting to presume.

"I will sing at Graduation. It will be the last time I will have to see their ugly faces anyway." He said, going back to his cereal without another word.

"Clair is not ugly." I said, watching Mike eat.

"No. not Clair." Mike replied, not lifting his eyes.

Our week was busy with Mike studying and also writing a song for the assembly. I was busting to find out what Mike's final score would be, but we would only find out at the graduation assembly, so I booked a fancy hotel in the city anyway. We could dance the night away even if Mike only got a B.

Graduation

The Graduation mainly was long speeches from silly young girls and boys who didn't even know where they were heading, talking about the future they hadn't even had a plan for or could envision. Then, just before all the 'A' students were announced, Mike was asked to come to the stage.

"Michael is going to sing a few songs for us this afternoon and finish with one he wrote just for the end of his schooling." The Principal said, as Mike picked at the strings tuning his guitar, and the students giggled and talked.

"Mike cleared his throat, licked his lips, and started to strum his guitar to the tune of 'Sweet Home Alabama' and as he started to sing, the giggling and talking stopped. It only took until the first verse for him to have the audience in his hand. They all looked on in astonishment, and I was smiling from ear to ear.

Two songs later, he was tapping on his guitar body and strumming his heart out, the way he always did. The final piece was a slow number he wrote for the occasion, a little sad but uplifting as his voice reached a strength and height I had never seen before. He managed to weave in some references to his teachers that made everyone smile, and the final lines were a farewell that had all the teachers in tears.

When I turned to the other audience members, I saw many mothers reaching into their bags for tissues and Mike's classmates wiping their eyes on the long cloaks they were made to wear. When the final long note stopped, Mike stood in silence for a second as he looked out to the audience in defiance. Then it happened, the place erupted in applause, and it was deafening.

I watched as each of the 'A' students got their special awards and clapped the loudest when Mike's name was called, embarrassing him in the process. Then all the students walked across the stage to collect the scroll that contained their Graduation certificate. All the mothers made noise for their children, so we collectively embarrassed them in our own way.

I waited for Mike outside the auditorium, and when he came out in his usual jeans and a tee-shirt, he raced to hug me. "I got an 'A' Mom." he said, pressing his body into mine.

"I know, baby. I am so proud of you. Let's pack our bags. I have a place booked in the city so that we can dance the night away." I said, pressing my body into his and breathing hard into his ear.

We raced away from the school, and I could feel the joy coming from Mike as the weight of the world was lifted off his shoulders. I had most of my stuff packed, but Mike still beat me back to the door with a bag that had part of a shirt still sticking out of the corner.

"Come on, Mom, you are holding us up." Mike said, as I stuffed some sexy panties in my bag.

"I'm coming. I have lots to pack." I said, joking with him.

"But." Mike started to say, but he broke out in a smile when he saw me giggling at the top of the stairs.

We got to the hotel just after dark and booked in as Mr. and Mrs. Kogan. It was true, but I didn't let on that we were Mother and Son. The bags beat us to the room, and I tipped the room service guy, and as soon as I turned back to Mike, he wrapped me up in a giant hug and kissed me. He was gripping my ass and pulling me into his body.

"OK, big boy, slow down. We have all weekend." I said, as I reached up under my skirt with one hand and pulled my panties down my legs and threw them at Mike.

"But you said anything I wanted." Mike said, pouting.

"And I mean it, Baby, but I would like to go a bit slower, have dinner and do some dancing." I said, lifting the front of my skirt and flashing my bald pussy at him.

"I'm not sure I can hold off that long, but I want to make it special for both of us." Mike said, as he hugged me close, pressing his cock into me and reaching under the back of my skirt to run his fingers along my ass crack, finding my butt plug and pressing on it, and dragging a groan from my lips.

I kissed him passionately and let him play with my body for a while. He deserved his reward for the months of hard work. He was shaking when he pushed back from me and took my hand and headed for the door. "Let's eat before I lose control and throw you on the floor right here."

We found a little restaurant with booths so we could sit side by side at the back. Mike left his hand on my leg under the table the whole meal. I tried not to squirm when he played with my clit between courses, but I think the waiter noticed with a small smile. We then walked along the street, trying to find the jazz dance club I had heard about and was about to give up when we saw the small set of stairs leading down from the street.

The dance floor was tiny but crowded. We ordered drinks, then squished onto the dancefloor and were crushed together as we slowly danced with our bodies pressed together as if we had any other choice anyway. My legs were shaking, and my pussy was dripping after three more slow dances with Mike's cock wedged into my pussy through our clothes. So when the fourth song stopped, I took hold of Mike's hand and dragged him back in the hotel's direction."What is your command, young sir?" I said, when the hotel room door closed behind us.

"No more clothes for the rest of the weekend." Mike said, as he tugged at his belt and threw off his shirt.

I waited for him to finish undressing and sit on the end of the bed. I turned my back and undid the zipper behind me and let my top fall from my shoulders. I then undid my skirt and let it slide from my hips and puddle on the floor at my feet. I bent at the hips and picked my skirt up, keeping my legs spread to show off my ass and pussy to Mike.

It worked. He raced over, turning me and picking me up, and let me wrap my legs around his hips. Mike carried me to the bed and lay me down on my back as he hovered over me, kissing my neck and breasts. He was working his way down my body, kissing a line across my belly, over my pubic mound, stopping at the top of my pussy, and looking up into my eyes.

I just smiled and spread my legs wider. I couldn't have stopped him even if I wanted to. I was too far gone and far too horny to stop now. Mike started to lick around my outer lips, so I took hold of his head and gently guided him to the best spots. When he found my clit, he attacked it like he was starving. I had to push him back a little too slow him down.

"Gentle baby, that's very sensitive." I said, and pulled his head back to my clit.

Mike started to slide a finger into my pussy while he was licking me. I let out a low moan and rocked my hips to allow him more access. He slid in another finger and started to fuck me with them as he nibbled on my clit. I was in heaven, but I didn't want to orgasm on his tongue. I wanted his cock in me, so I pushed him off with a groan and pulled his face up to mine.

"Fuck me, honey." I growled, and pulled my legs up to my chest.

I reached down and guided his cock to my opening. I hunched my pussy up to lodge the head inside. Mike took over and slowly sank himself into me, filling me with the first cock I felt inside me in years. He stopped when he hit bottom and looked at me with a look of concentration until he quickly pulled his cock out and held it above my pubic mound, splashing my body with two shots of sperm then clenching to stop at just the two.

The first squirt of his seed sprayed my neck and under my chin and traced a line down over my left breast. The next hit my right nipple and down over my belly. Then he put his cock back in my pussy and held it there.

"Oh, God, I had to let go of some pressure." Mike said, his face red.

"What are you done for the weekend already?" I asked, as I took hold of my cum-covered breast and lifted it to my mouth to lick off all the cream.

"No, No, I am going to go all night." Mike answered, backing off and getting a hand towel to clean off his sperm.

I got up and walked to the window, looking out at the city below as Mike washed out the hand towel then came up behind me, kissing my neck and playing with my nipples.

"There is a beautiful naked woman in the room. I think I will be hard all weekend." Mike said, pulling me back to the bed.

"I hope so." I said, taking hold of his cock and stroking it.

I lay back in the middle of the bed and watched as Mike crawled up over my body and lined up his cock with my pussy. He slid in easily and started to fuck me, dragging short squeaks of pleasure from somewhere within my body. Mike had his head down, pumping himself into me with all his concentration until I slowed him, cupping his face in my hands and kissing him.

"Mmmm, that's it, baby, you are supposed to be enjoying it too. Slow down and make love to me." I said, as I pulled my legs back until they were almost touching my chest.

"I am trying to make it good for you, Mom. I don't want you to be disappointed." Mike said, almost stopping.

"You can't EVER disappoint me, Baby. I love you, just have fun, and whatever happens, happens." I said, and hunched up to his next thrust, bringing a smile to his face.

Mike's movements were getting erratic, and his motions were no longer smooth, so when he started to spasm and jerk, he let go of two more shots inside me, then stopped and clenched his body to halt the orgasm and soon began to thrust into me again. This, along with the pressure on my clit was enough to start my orgasm.

My body took over, gyrating my hips grinding my clit on Mike's pubic bone as I rode the waves of my orgasm as they washed over my body. Mike kissed me like a lover for the first time as my orgasm subsided, and I held on to that kiss as it had been so long since I felt this much passion.

"Oh, Mom, I had no idea it would be like that." Mike said, as he stayed locked to me.

"I know, honey, it is not always that good, some people never get this even after years of practice, or sometimes ever." I said, astonished at the intensity of our coupling.

I just lay there brushing the hair from Mike's face and savouring the afterglow of my orgasm. I could feel the juices trickling down my ass crack, but I didn't have to wash the sheets, so fuck it let it flow. Mike was still hard inside me, so I started to squeeze and release his cock as he began fucking me again, stopping every once and a while to unload another shot or two of cum.

"Oh, to be young again," I said, as Mike pushed back up on his strong arms and moved in and out of me.

His cock was making wet sloshing sounds as he picked up the pace even more, and he had me panting when he hit top gear and was slamming into me. I could hear the loud slapping sounds coming from our lovemaking bouncing off the walls. I hoped the neighbours had earbuds as I was not stopping Mike for all the door pounding in the world.

"I'm coming, Mom." Mike moaned, as he drove into me one last time.

I held him as he was shooting all his remaining sperm into my pussy, filling me to overflowing. He just held me until his orgasm stopped, then I rolled him over and kissed him. I then jumped off, dashing the few feet to the bathroom to let my pussy drain out all the seed that Mike had pumped into me over the last few hours.

"How do you feel now that you have that out of the way? Do you think you are any different now you aren't a virgin?" I asked, as I returned to the bed to see Mike sitting up against the headboard, looking at me like he was going to eat me.

"I don't know how I am ever going to stop doing this every minute of the day." Mike said, as he reached out and ran his fingers through my pussy lips.

"It's just this weekend, you know the rules." I said, trying to convince him and myself that I could hold out until he would be going off to College in a few weeks.

"I know, but it was worth a try. I'm going to be hard all day every day knowing what you look like under your dress." Mike said, sliding two fingers into my pussy and pulling me to him.

I lay back on the bed with my body between his legs and let him play with me to his heart's content. I propped my head up on a pillow and pulled on my nipples and enjoyed the sensation of Mike's fingers exploring my sex. He fingered my pussy and played with my clit, as I tried to remain still, but my Son's touch was too good for my body to ignore.

The weekend was over too quickly for both of us, and as we returned home, I was determined for us to return to our normal mother and Son relationship again. For the first few days, I only let Mike kiss me on the cheek and didn't let his hugs linger, but after a few more days of only having my fingers to fill the void in my pussy I was starting to falter.

By Thursday night, I was weakening. Mike came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. His hard cock between my ass cheeks and his hands on my breasts was too much. I turned in his arms and kissed him passionately as he lifted the hem of my dress and hurriedly pushed down my panties. He fumbled with his belt as I sat on the kitchen bench with my panties around one of my ankles, then I gasped as my Son thrust his erection into my sopping pussy.

There was a flurry of movement as Mike held his cock inside me and struggled to pull off my top and bra at the same time. Once I had my breasts out, he latched on and suckled on one nipple, then the other as he continued to thrust into me. I threw back my head and moaned as my first orgasm ran through my body and clutched onto Mike as he groaned and started to shudder. Mike slammed into me a few more times, then froze as his cock delivered its load deep within me.

"I'm sorry, Mom, I just had to have you." Mike said, as he reached for something to wipe me.

"I love you, Baby." I said, as I slid off the bench into his arms.We kissed for a long time, and I tried to make new rules in my head after each time we fucked, only to break them a few hours later. By the end of that night, we were committed lovers, and there was nothing I could do about it. But we would be forced apart by college soon enough.

I was so sad the last day before he went away to college, and I could see Mike was having the same problem. He was packing his bags very slowly and stopping every chance he could to run his hand up the inside of my legs, teasing me. I could not deny him anything, so I crawled up on his bed on my hands and knees, presenting my ass and pussy for him to devour.

Mike started by licking between my pussy lips then sucking on my clit, making it stand to attention. I rocked my hips, rubbing my wet pussy into my Son's face. My pussy was making loud sounds as my juices flowed onto Mike's lips and tongue. My clit was vibrating with joy as my orgasm was building nicely when he pulled his face away bringing a groan of disapproval from my lips.

"Oh, God, Baby, don't stop." I said, but was cut off when Mike pushed his cockhead against my pussy and plunged into my depths.

"Oh, shit, Mom, how am I going to live without you." Mike said, and started to fuck me for all he was worth.

I was pushing back onto Mike's cock as he thrust into me repeatedly. and I dropped my chest to the bed and let him have all of me, his cock bringing on the first waves of my orgasm. Then as my orgasm subsided, Mike started to grunt, heralding his oncoming climax. He slammed his cock deep within me and spasmed with each shot of his seed.

The next day when Mike had to leave, I cried all the way to the station and more as I hugged him on the platform. Then as I watched the train pull away, I had to fight the urge to run after him. I had a huge hole inside me that I could never seem to fill. I threw myself into work and talked to him on the phone each night, but the longing stayed.

"How are you going with your courses?" I asked, while I was chatting to Mike on our late-night call.

"They are easy because I like doing them all, and I already know a lot of the stuff. The best thing is the other students, and I get to play music with some of the best musicians I have ever seen. I have already started to put together a small band to sing with." Mike said, then texted me a pic of him playing with his hard cock.

I slipped off my panties, took a pic of my fingers playing with my clit, and sent it to Mike. I could hear the ping in my phone and then a groan.

"Fuck, you are hot, Mom." Mike whispered, and I got a video of him stroking his cock.

"And wet." I texted back with a short video of my fingers coming out of my pussy, glistening with my juice.

"Oh, Fuck." I heard Mike say, then I got a pic of a puddle of sperm on his belly.

"Oh yes, Baby." I groaned out loudly and spasmed around my fingers as I orgasmed, filming it all for my Son's viewing pleasure.

I think this weekly activity was just enough for us to get through to the end of the first semester. I was pacing up and down the platform as I waited for his train to arrive after his long journey home. I saw him first and was almost in front of him when he turned and threw his bags down and picked me up in a bear hug that lasted far too long for a Mother and Son.

"Get me home, Mom, I have missed you so much, and I don't want to waste another moment." Mike said, sliding his hand up the inside of my leg as soon as we were in the car.

"I want you too, Baby." I said, and spread my legs to allow Mike better access to my body.

"Mom, you have no panties on, and you're soaked." Mike said, as his fingers found my secret.

"I would be naked if I thought I could get away with it." I said, and shifted my ass forward in my seat to let him finger me better.

We barely made it inside when Mike was kissing me and pulling his clothes off. I only had to lift my sundress over my head, and I was ready for action. Mike took one look at me and lunged forward, picking me up in his arms. I wrapped my legs around his hips and kissed him back.

"I missed you so much it hurt." I said, as I rubbed my clit against his hard cock.

"I've been thinking about this moment ever since I stepped on the train to go off to college." Mike said, as he walked me to the couch and lay me down.

Mike knelt between my open thighs and pushed his hard cock against my wet pussy lips, and they parted for him easily, and he slipped into me to the hilt. He gasped as he hit bottom, his balls snug against my ass crack and his hands cupping my breasts. He slowly started to stroke into me with a low groan escaping his lips.

I raised my legs to my chest and spread them apart, and let my Son have his way with me as he so quickly pushed me towards my orgasm. I saw that he was close and watched as he stopped and pulled his cock out and pressed it against my clit, letting a blast of come coat my clit and pussy mound, then another launched up over my breast to my chin.

Mike clenched his body holding off the rest of his orgasm and pushed his beautiful cock back into my sopping pussy. He started to pound into me, bringing me to the edge of my orgasm. I bucked my hips, and Mike drove into me as my pussy clenched hard on his cock. My climax washed over my body, and I jerked involuntarily as I squirted and splashed onto his pubic hair. He looked down, smiling, and started pumping harder.

Mike put two more blasts of cum in my pussy, then halted his orgasm again, then continued to piston in and out of me as he fucked me into a blubbering mess. I was on my third orgasm when he pushed into me hard and let go the rest of his load, lying exhausted on my stomach as his cock drained itself into my cum filled hole.

"We have your cum all over us. Have you been saving it up since you left?" I asked as I licked my fingers after picking up a drip off my boob.

"I needed that, but mine isn't the only juice here." Mike said, as he used his tee to stem the flow from my pussy.

The rest of his stay mainly was sex with a little gigging in-between. He was getting a name for himself in the area, and some of his band from school came down to us, and they did a night at the club together. It was surprising how well they worked together, and Mike's voice and guitar work was even better than before.

I stuck with them for a while after the set finished, but the drinking got too heavy, and I was worried it might start an alarming trend. "I am heading home Boys, nice to meet you all." I said, and rubbed Mike's cock under the table as I stood to leave.

"OK, Guys, see you back at school next week. My ride is leaving." Mike said, as he stood to the cajoling from his friends.

We made it home in record time, and Mike fucked me through until almost dawn. We slept until lunchtime on Sunday morning and had sex for breakfast. I was starting to feel sad because I knew that I would be seeing him off on a train to school in a few hours, and I would be alone again for the next few months. I was right, and it seemed to drag on forever, and our texting and phone sex were no substitute for the real thing.

"Hi, Baby, how are things going? Are you ready for your holidays home with me?" I asked, as it was only a week out from the break.

"Mom, I'm going to fill you up when I get home." He said, as I slipped my hand inside my panties.

"God, I hope so, look how wet and ready I am for you." I said, and sent a photo of my fingers stuck together with my juice.

We got ourselves off breathing into each other's ears on the phone, then after we settled down, a more serious conversation started.

"I think you guys need to gig more. You still look too stiff on stage, like you don't know what you are doing." I said, hoping I wouldn't dishearten him.

"We were just discussing the same thing, but none of us have the time to put together some gigs." Mike said, admitting the problem.

"I can make the calls while I'm working from home. I will set up the gigs if you guys take whatever I set up without question." I said, worried I would be buying a shit fight for myself.

"Mom, you would be a lifesaver if you would do it for us. I just texted the guys, and they are all about to kiss your feet." He said, making me giggle at the thought

By the time he was due home, I had a set of shows for the boys to do, mostly supporting better-known bands to see how some of the old-timers do it. I was really getting worked up waiting for the train as it felt like Mike was away for ages this time. And as soon as he stepped off the train, I wrapped him up in my arms.

"I love you, Mike, and I have something special for you when we get home." I said, as I hugged him and pressed my pussy onto his hard cock.

"Can we do it in the car? I don't think I can make it all the way home without putting it in you." Mike asked, picking his bags up and following me.

"I think you will want to save it all up for later tonight." I said, as we packed his bags in the trunk.

I drove home trying to stick to the speed limit with Mike playing with my clit and pulling on my nipple at every chance he got. I was loving it and opened my legs and scrunched down as far as I could without looking weird from outside of the car.

When the garage door closed behind us, I started to kiss Mike passionately, striping my clothes off as I did. Mike helped me pull my top off as I stepped out of the car. He was hopping on one foot while trying to get his jeans off, and I got rid of my skirt. We wrapped each other up and pressed every inch of our bodies together as I ground my freshly shaved pussy onto his cock.

"Do you want your gift now?" I whispered, when I pulled back to breathe.

"I just want to be in you. I don't need any gifts, only a week of fucking you before we hit the road." He said, as I kissed him.

"So you don't want this?" I asked, as I pulled up my skirt and showed off the big glass butt plug I had in my ass, after I had looked in the mirror earlier and knew he could see right up inside.

Mike didn't answer, just gripped the end of the butt plug, pulled it out a little, and then pushed it back in, making me drop my head and moan, as I could feel my juice trickling down my clit. I could feel my ass pulse around the glass plug, and I could have played with my clit and gotten off right then, but I wanted to wait and orgasm while Mike was in my ass for the first time.

"You can be the first inside my ass, Baby, unless you don't want your present." I said, wiggling my ass to him.

"Fuck, yes, Mom, I want you bad." He said, pulling the plug out and dropping it on the bedside table with a heavy clunk.

Mike pushed his cockhead against my ass, and the muscle opened up for him, his big cock slipping in past the rim. I moaned and pressed back, taking half his cock in one stroke, then I stopped and took a long breath. Then I waited for Mike to thrust again while I braced myself against the bed.

"Now, Baby boy, take me." I said, and Mike thrust into me, holding himself inside.

"I need to let go of some of this cum, Mom, just a couple of shots." Mike said, as he pulled out and shot two streams of his hot come into and around my battered asshole before slipping back into me with ease.

Mike started to pump his hard cock into my ass, sawing into me and building up his pace aided by his sperm lubricant. He was building up speed as my orgasm was approaching fast. I pushed back hard and spasmed around his cock as the waves of my orgasm washed over my body. I could feel Mike spasm a few times deep within my body, and then he clenched his muscles to hold back the rest of his orgasm.

"Fuck me, my Son, fuck me hard." I said, as I let my chest drop to the bed and played with my pussy from between my legs.

Mike was building up his pace as he rammed into me while holding me by the hips, and he was grunting with his effort and bringing me closer to my second orgasm. I slipped my two middle fingers into my pussy and could feel Mike's cock pumping into me from behind. I was now moaning with each stroke, and as I crested over into my climax, I gripped Mike's balls and held him inside me.

"Fill me up, Baby." I said, and could feel the floodgates open and flood my insides with its creamy prize.

I held Mike's hip to my ass as I rolled over on my side to keep his cock inside me as long as it was hard enough to stay in there. We rested for a little while before I could feel Mike starting to hunch back into my ass. I hunched back to signal that I wanted to go another round, and we lazily fucked through one more orgasm each.

The rest of the first week went like that, Mike either in my ass or pussy, fucking me for all he's worth. I loved it and loved him but knew once we hit the road, it was all but over. I had booked a room for him and me and another for the other three, but I figured the sex between us must be kept a secret at all costs.

The first few gigs were a mild success and we got paid on the spot, but then we opened for an older band and the crowd was not as responsive to the guys just standing there and playing good music. We all watched from the wings as the older band brought the house down as they played to the audience and each other, but the best bit was when they invited the boys on to sing a cover that everyone knew.

They soon had them bouncing around the stage, and the boys came alive as they were coaxed out of their heads and were just free to have fun.

"You guys can really play, just relax and have fun on stage. No one will ever notice a missed cord or two. The crowd just wants to be entertained, and with that voice, you will be just fine." The lead singer said to them as they all had a beer after the show.

"We were just schooled on how to do it. We can't thank you enough, let us know if you need someone to open for you again, and we will come running." Mike said, unable to wipe the smile off his face.

"Don't worry. I will call in a favour one day when you need an opening act on your own big tour." He said, as he held up his beer. "Another round."

Mike brushed off the comment, but all the other band members said something similar to me and gave some great advice. That night at the seedy hotel, I gave the guys their keys and pushed Mike into our room a few doors down. The rooms didn't have a connecting wall, so I started stripping as soon as we were in the room.

I dropped to my knees in front of Mike and undid his fly, and had his cock in my mouth before his pants hit the floor. I had him hard in a few seconds and lay back on the bed, and pulled him on top of me. He speared into my sopping pussy as he fell, and I held my legs to my chest as he ploughed into me with all his pent-up energy. His first blast of sperm triggered my orgasm, and I held him as he unloaded inside of me, not wanting him to hold back this time.

"I love you, Mom." Mike said, into my ear.

"I love you too, Baby." I said, kissing his neck.

The rest of the break went a lot better, with bar managers wanting to book extra nights and wanting a return visit next time we came that way. When we got back home, we only had two days to make love as often as we could before Mike got back on that dreaded train.

Mike spent most of his spare time writing new songs, and a few friends from school helped the band put together a video that they put on YouTube. The song was a slower sad number that was about being apart from your love. I knew it was about me, but no one else would ever pick that from listening to the song.

Within a few days of it hitting their channel, I started to receive phone calls and messages about bookings all over the country. We were not set up for that yet, as the boys and Mike still had the rest of the term to go, at least. But when I got a call from a producer, I knew it was serious. After talking it over with Mike and the boys, we decided to hold off for the next few weeks until the term was out.

I set up some interviews for the first week after school breaks up and booked another round of gigs after that. Then I tried to get through the last weeks without Mike, but it was killing me. The phone sex and texts are just not enough, and I was constantly horny.

"OK, Baby, I'm just getting on the plane. I will see you in Nashville tomorrow morning. I will be waiting at the station." I said, as I was in the terminal waiting for the boarding call.

"Thanks, Mom. I hope you have another present for me." He said, as he texted me a pick of his hand wrapped around his cock.

"I don't have any new ones to give you. I guess I will have to regift them to you all over again." I said, and sent a pic of my fingers inside my wet pussy.

"That would work out fine for me as the hole in the cupboard door is starting to look good at the moment." He said, just as they called my plane.

"Gotta go, baby. See you tomorrow." I said, and raced for my gate.

The following morning, I was at the train station in the thinnest white sundress I could find wearing nothing else but a smile. I figured that you could see all of me in the right light, and I was hoping Mike would like it. He stepped off the train and stopped in his tracks staring at me for a long moment before running to me and picking me up in his arms and twirling me around a few times, kissing me as he did.

"Oh, Mom, you look fantastic. How am I going to wait until we get to the hotel room." He said, into my ear as he held onto me tight.

"I'm already dripping. Take me in the alley out back if you like." I said, daring him to keep his word.

"Let's get to the hotel before we get arrested." He said, dragging me by the hand.

Mike had his hand under my dress all the way to the room, and the driver was looking at us in the rearview mirror as he drove. We raced up the hall, and he pressed his cock into my ass as I tried to open the door. We tumbled onto the bed, and Mike had my dress up around my waist and his face between my legs as I pulled his shirt over his head.

I was almost at my peak when he stopped and stood at the end of the bed and dropped his pants, pulling me by the legs to the edge. He slid his cock through my folds and up over my clit, bringing a gasp of pleasure. Then he lined up with my opening and thrust forward and buried himself into my depths.

"Oh, Baby, I have missed you so much." I said, between moans.

"I love you so much, Mom." Mike said, as he stroked in and out of my body.

Mike started slowly pulling my nipples and thrusting into me with purpose. I couldn't wait that long and used my heels to pull him into me faster. My Son responded to my urging and ploughed into me with strong blows until I crested over into my orgasm, convulsing under him as he continued to thrust.

He then stopped and pulled out of me and aimed his cock at my body, letting go a stream of come that streaked across me. Its warm trail running from my breast down my body to my pussy mound. The next blast hit my chin and ran across my nipple and down to my waist. Mike clenched his body holding back the rest of his orgasm, and placed his cockhead at my opening again.

"I am not going to let go of all my come until I have filled every entrance of your body." Mike said, and slammed back into me.

He fucked me with a vengeance, letting go of one stream of coming in my pussy before making me suck his cock to get it all wet with my spit, then placing his cockhead at my ass and pressing into me firmly, but gently until his length was inside me. Then after he built up to long powerful strokes, he let go of two more squirts. With the extra lubrication, he pounded my ass until I orgasmed around his cock.

"Let it all go in Mom's ass, Baby." I said, as I came down from my climax.

"Oh, Mom, I am coming." Mike grunted, as he filled my ass with stream after stream of his hot come.

I was still walking gingerly as we entered the first agent's office the next day, but the offer was horrible, and we politely made our excuses and left. Three more agents and only slightly better offers later, and I was ready to head home.

"They only want to tie you up just in case you do break out. I say we hit the road and do a longer run of bars and clubs." I said, as we sat in the car, feeling all dejected.

"We won't have Brian. He has a girlfriend and is staying home with her. I got another drummer to come on board, and he is as good and a lot more dramatic to watch as well." he said.

"It's your band, and you call the shots as far as who supports you." I said, as I changed the flights home to an earlier time.

"Alex is the only one who is committed to me. The rest just want to make enough money to live on. The others don't see the big picture." He said, as we headed to the airport.

"It's your responsibility to provide them with that if you can, but they have to do their part and grow and develop their trade." I said, letting him know his part in all this.

"I would like you to be the tour manager for me. If I am going to do this, I need you with me, or I will just be trying to get back to you all the time." He said, hoping to keep me close.

"I have taken leave for the length of the tour, and we will see how it goes. If we make some money, I will take a small cut to make house payments and that kind of stuff." I said, accepting the non-paying job, or that's what I expected.

The first club we pulled up to was one we finished on last time. The manager booked us for Thursday, Friday, and Saturday night. After the first night, the word had gotten out, and Friday night was packed, and Saturday night, they were lined up on the streets around the club trying to get in. The manager was begging us to do another week, but we had to move on.

We had a blast playing to full bars and clubs each weekend, filling the van, and traveling to the next gig. Mike and I made love almost every night after all the excitement of the performance. The boys stayed on at the club and drank and played up with the girls that seemed to follow us around. They laughed at Mike going home with his Mom, but little did they know he was getting just as much if not more sex as any of them.

When we had a little money in the kitty, I asked a video company to tape a new song live to put it on the YouTube channel. It turned out great, and when it went up, the response was nothing short of stunning. I received emails and calls from all the country music labels and producers. And when a prominent country music artist commented on the clip, it all went into overdrive.

From then on, the Clubs and Bars were already packed everywhere we went. Mike got invited back to every venue he played at, and I even got hold of some PA gear at a reasonable price that cut some of the rental costs down and made a better profit at every place he played. After the last date, I set up another trip to Nashville for Mike and me.

Mike and I drove into town the night before and left the rest of the boys at the hotel where we last played. This time all the managers and producers wanted to see us, not the other way around. I could tell that they wanted to help, but they wanted to change his name and put in their studio players to record with Mike. A lot of stuff I didn't like and was about to give up when the last producer of the day settled us down with a quiet drink in a local bar with a live band playing.

"Everyone will want to change you and everything about the way you do things to fit what is happening in the industry at the moment. My advice is don't change anything unless you want it changed. I want the next big thing, not yesterday's." Graham said, as he sipped on his bourbon.

"They want to change my name and drop my band members for studio players." Mike said, dropping his tough act and letting Graham see his true colours.

"Studio players can help, but most won't tour with you, and then you will sound shallow live." He said, nodding to the band playing with just three pieces.

"So, what do you think I should do." Mike said, catching the waitress's eye for another round.

"You and your lead guitarist are great, but your base and drummer don't have their heart in it. Bring in another rhythm guitarist to help, and put the hard word on the drummer to improve his gear and work on his craft. They will either get better or leave and let you find the right replacements. I know that's hard, but you will always be a support act if you don't get serious quickly." Graham said, but it was nothing Mike hasn't been saying to me for weeks.

"I appreciate you being honest with me, and I would love to come back and set down some recordings with you and some session players to show the other guys where they have to be and have something better to show the labels than a YouTube video." Mike said, as he looked to me for the money advice.

"We could make that happen on Monday if you can get your guys here. I will do it at a very good rate if you pay the guys I bring in. The only thing I ask is that you consider me when you want to produce your first album because I know it will happen for you soon enough." Graham said, but I felt at ease for the first time since I got to town.

"Graham, your straight-talking has me convinced that I won't find anyone who fits me better. You got the job if it ever happens." Mike said, and Graham broke out in a big smile like he knew something we didn't.