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I saw her from across the food court. You would think by now I would be used to the sight of her, I had known her my whole life after all. But still, the vision of my mother in a red, figure-hugging wrap dress made my heart painfully misfire.

There she was, absent-mindedly staring off into space, fingering the tip of the straw she had inserted through the plastic lid of her smoothie and all I could think about was how she handled my cock with the same delicate ease.

I had loved her from afar for so long it was still difficult to reconcile that she was mine. Mine in every way but one.

How I longed to bring our secret out into the light so the world could know she belonged to me and I to her. But they would never understand the hold she had me, on every aspect of my life, on every thought, and at every level. I worried sometimes that my love bordered on obsession, but that was how all the great loves were always described, were they not?

It was not too difficult to see why I felt the way I did. She was gorgeous. Flawless in my eyes. With curves that would have shamed Bézier into drawing right angles for the rest of his life. All of this was before you met her and realized she was the sweetest, kindest person in the world.

And she could fuck like the fate of the world depended on it.

"Damn, I have to be the luckiest guy in history to have her as my lover," I thought, wishing I could yell it out in the middle of that mall.

As I picked my way across the food court towards her I could not help but be aware of the eyes from all around us training themselves on my mom.

Not that they could have guessed she was my mom. I was born when she was a teenager and she worked hard to keep herself in shape, so she barely looked older than me. The only hint that she had a son in his twenties, and a nine-month-old infant at home, was the unmistakable, giant mom-bag she had tucked behind her crossed ankles. I knew that thing held pretty much anything a mom would need in an emergency, and a few more things besides.

She was easily the most beautiful woman within a hundred miles, the entire world, if you ask my opinion, but that wasn't the only reason she was drawing so much attention. I saw with an ache in my chest that her dress had a plunging neckline and her enormous breasts formed a deep and enticing cleavage that was causing some rubbernecking related traffic flow issues, especially on the balcony level above us.

My brother, Ian, was still breastfeeding and those tits in their current state should be on the list of natural wonders of the world. If we weren't in public I would have walked right up to her and buried my face between them.

She was so lost in her reverie she did not see me until I was right beside her and I lightly touched her shoulder. When she did notice me I fell in love again, as I seemed to every day, when she looked up at me through her light hazel eyes and gave me the kind of smile men have started wars over.

Her face seemed to light up from the inside when she said my name, "Chase!"

I grinned back stupidly, knowing I looked like a teenager having his first crush, but not caring. The joy I felt in her presence was so overwhelming it felt like it should be impossible to maintain. Yet my feelings for her only seemed to deepen, growing richer and more complex like wine in a barrel, as our intimacy grew.

I lowered my face and placed a kiss on her lips. I had intended it to be a chaste, greeting peck, but those soft lips, now emphasized with a subtly applied layer of red lipstick, the exact shade of her dress, were just too delectable.

I sank into the kiss and lingered there a moment too long. I felt her melt into it too, but then she suddenly stiffened and placed a warding hand on my chest.

"Chase," she hissed, "we're in public!"

"I know," I sighed, "but I can't help it, mom. You look so gorgeous." I leaned closer and whispered in her ear. "I just want to rip that dress off you and fuck you on this table until you come in front of all these people, screaming my name."

"Chase!" She squeaked as I gave her thigh a squeeze.

"Yeah, just like that," I chuckled.

I then tucked a strand of her honey-colored hair behind her ear and, in response to her unamused expression, continued innocently, "What? Nobody here knows us. We could just be another ordinary couple meeting for lunch." I slipped my hand into hers, which she had resting on her lap.

She gave it a small, sympathetic squeeze before letting it go and saying in a whisper, "I know Chase, but we are not an ordinary couple. Someone could see us and that could get us in a lot of trouble. Think about your brother."

"Okay," I submitted with my hands over my head, "Can you at least tell me why I am here, other than so you can torture me by walking around in public in that fucking sexy dress."

My mom had called me yesterday to ask me to meet her at this mall. My college was about an hour's drive from my house and I stayed in a dorm during the week.

Mostly.

These days I managed to find all sorts of excuses to sneak back home so that I could ravish my mom at night and be back in class by the morning.

This mall was about halfway between my college and our house, but it was not the most convenient, being a bit further south than some of the places that were accessible directly from the highway.

"Can't a mother have lunch with her son without a reason?"

"Mom, if I am coming to see you I don't need lunch. I would much rather be dining on your pussy and drinking your juices than bothering with this," I brushed a hand over the wrap and smoothie combo she had apparently already ordered for us.

My mom was on a bit of a health kick. I had told her that I found the curves that she had earned carrying my brother incredibly sexy, but she was determined to get back to a body type that only seemed to exist in classic men's magazines, and even then with a lot of photo retouching.

Her beautiful face colored and she glanced around to see if anyone had heard my pronouncement. There was still something in the way she moved or maybe it was the unusually withdrawn way she reacted to my affections, but I felt something was on her mind.

"What's wrong, mom?"

"Why do you ask that?"

"I know you. Better than anyone. You're not usually this distracted. Something is up." I accused, sitting down in the seat next to her.

"It's nothing."

"Mom."

"Okay, it's Brian. He's been in contact."

"What does that asshole want?" I practically snarled.

"He wants to see Ian."

"Now? seriously? Try eight months too fucking late."

"Chase, He is Ian's father."

"Does Ian know that? I'm the one he calls 'dada.' To him, Brian is a stranger. At best he's a sperm donor."

"He is also," she hesitated, and I could sense her cringing inwardly as she delivered the words, "Still technically my husband."

"The fuck he is!" I spoke so loudly a few tables around us turned their attention to us.

"The fuck he is, " I hissed more confidentially. "He ditched you when you needed him most. He doesn't deserve you or Ian. If I hadn't been away at college I would have never let that weasel marry you. I'm the one who was there for you when he walked out. I'll always be the one there for you."

"I know, sweetie. I know."

"You can't seriously be thinking about letting that douche bag back into your life mom? What about you and me?"

"It's not going to affect us, Chase. I swear. What we have is..." she searched for an explanation, "I don't have the words. There is nothing to compare it to. It is just so unusual, so unexpected."

She could see that my muscles were bunching in frustration so she soothed me, touching my arm lightly, but self consciously, and saying softly, "It's wonderful too, Chase. The most wonderful thing in my life. It's just... complicated. Please don't get mad at me.

I shook my head, "I'm not mad at you. I could never be mad at you, mom. I just don't want to lose what we have. I don't want Brian," his name dripped off my tongue like bile, "Coming in and hurting you all over again. I won't let that happen. Never again.

In a low voice that had the edge of a predator's warning growl, I added, "You're mine."

My mom smiled and patted my arm. I could see a sheen to her eyes, but she cleared her throat and resettled in her chair before saying, in a far cheerier tone, "None of this is why I asked you to meet me here today. I brought you here because I have a surprise for you."

I took a moment to breathe, to push out all the anger I was feeling and remind myself that I was sitting across from the most beautiful woman alive. Whatever problems might arise in our future there was no way I would let them stand in our way.

"Really?" I replied, trying to match her tone of enthusiasm, "I love your surprises." Her color deepened as she realized I was thinking about her most recent surprise, which she had given me on my birthday. The night she let me take her anal virginity.

"It's two surprises, really," he clarified, touching a hand to her cheek, "You have to see the one before I show you the other."

"I'm intrigued," I said as I shifted my chair nearer to her and leaned in close so that only she could hear me, "I'm also hard as a rock. When can I get my surprise?"

"After lunch," she announced, shifting her chair a fraction away from me and glancing around the food court again.

"I'm hungry, aren't you?"

"Very," I drawled the word and let my hooded expression imbue it with added meaning.

I let the matter drop though when I saw her unwillingness to engage in our usual playfully sexual banter.

After that, we ate and chatted amiably about my studies and her work. "How's my little bro doing?" I asked. Since my mother, with my assistance, had worked out how to get the little guy feeding properly, he had become about as good as babies get. The little dude had really grown on me and I loved spending time with him and my mom. I didn't want to say anything to her, but we were really starting to feel like a proper family, the kind my mom had always wanted to give me.

"He's fine. He's been so good at going to daycare, and the woman who runs the place is amazing."

"You're amazing," I laughed. I really meant it too. I could not believe how much she had changed in 8 months. Back then she was close to being a wreck. Exhausted as she was from Ian's constant crying, heartbroken because she was unable to feed her baby, and neglected by her son-of-a-bitch-soon-to-be-ex husband. Now that Ian was feeding and sleeping she looked relaxed and youthful once more. There was something else to her too, something I had never seen in her before. It radiated out of her. I think I understood what it was, I felt it shining out of me too. I was surprised the people around us didn't have to stop and put on sunglasses just to walk past us.

"Stop it," she smiled, covering my hand with hers. Then realizing where we were she coughed, blushed slightly, and withdrew her hand. I had to fight the urge to grab it back.

"So, can I have my surprise now?" I asked as I gathered up the packaging on the tray for disposal.

She nodded, and I could see by the adorable way she nibbled her bottom lip that she was nervous. "Come," she said and very nearly took my hand, but stopped at the last second and gave me an apologetic frown.

"This is hard," she sighed as I dumped our trash into a nearby bin.

"You're telling me," I muttered, glancing down the length of my body.

My mom giggled. She covered her mouth and slapped my shoulder with the back of her hand, "Stop it."

She led me to an escalator and I stopped to let her on first. "I'm glad I raised such a gentleman," she said as she stepped onto an ascending stair.

"Gentleman, nothing," I snorted, "I'm doing this so I can have that incredible ass in my face for the next thirty seconds."

"Chase!" She said through clenched teeth. But there was nothing she could do. I stepped on the escalator two steps behind her and stood leaning on the railing with a huge smirk on my face. Her spectacular, inverted-wineglass shaped rear was right in the center of my eye-line and I drank in the view all the way to the top.

"Seriously, Chase, people are staring."

I loved how her hips shifted uncomfortably as I shamelessly stared at her rump.

"I am sure they are, but I doubt any of them are looking at me. I'm pretty sure all of them are doing exactly what I am doing." As we approached the top of the escalator I took a big step forward so that I was on the step right behind her. My mouth was level with her ear as I spoke softly, "Every single one of them is wishing they were me."

She opened her mouth to speak but it turned into another squeak as I goosed her firm backside before walking nonchalantly past her as if nothing had happened. When I looked back I could see color rising to her cheeks again.

She tried to give me her best disapproving-mom glare, but this only had the effect of making the pulse in my cock throb more violently.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked when she caught up to me again.

"You will see. Although, I am not sure you deserve a surprise, Chase Everett. You are behaving very badly."

"Come on, mom," I said, slipping a hand around her and resting it on the small of her back, "You can hardly blame me. You're the sexiest woman on the planet. I don't like these other men looking at you. I want the world to know you belong to me."

She quickened her pace to leave me behind and, speaking out the corner of her mouth, said, "The world would not understand what we have, Chase. We have to be more circumspect. Someone who knows I am your mother could recognize us. We have to behave like we are a typical mother and son in public."

"Alright," I sighed, holding my hands up in submission. "But one day, Angela Everett, I am going to let the world know you are mine."

She tried to keep her face impassive, but I saw the tiny flicker of a smile at the corner of her lips.

"Here," She said and nudged me in the direction of the store to our left. I glanced in and felt my blood start to boil inside my arteries.

The store was dimly lit and not very large, but on long racks along the sidewalls on turning stands in the center, as well as on variously posed mannequins, stood a mind-boggling collection of lingerie.

"Fuck me," I mouthed voicelessly.

"Maybe later. But only if you start behaving," My mom whispered in my ear as she stepped past me and into the store.

"Um, I'm getting mixed messages here. What about the whole 'normal mother and son' thing? Last time I checked, lingerie shopping is not on the list of things mothers usually do with their sons."

"Ssh," She held a finger to her lips and nodded her head in the direction of the customers and sales assistants. "You're not my son. You're my toyboy and we're not going to be on the shop floor for long. We're going straight to the back. You have an important decision to make."

"God damn it, I love my life," I spoke heavenward.

My mom giggled in that way that made my balls tingle and guided me to the back of the store. For once it wasn't my mom getting stared at. I actually got a steamy looking over from a cute sales assistant with a razor cut hairdo and uptilted eyes. I gave her a smile in return, something I would have never had the courage to do back before the sexiest woman in the world became my lover.

My mom moved quickly through the racks, checking sizing tags and selecting a number of outfits that made my eyes bulge further and further out of my head and my cock feel like it was doing something similar down below. I noticed, with immense pleasure, that each of the bras she took down was from the very back of a rack. At the very limit, it seemed, of the typical female anatomy.

"I picked out a few designs I liked on their website last night," she said in confidential tones, "I didn't want to hang around out here too long, you know."

I was about to ask her a question but she answered it as if she had read my mind, "I know I could have ordered it online, but underwear is personal and not something a woman should ever buy without first trying it on. Especially not a woman of my, erm, proportions."

I nodded dumbly, my eyes drinking in the collection of tiny material scraps she held in one hand, which amounted to little more than a bit of lace and some very sheer looking fabric in between.

"This way," She plucked my shirt and moved in the direction of the back of the store. I followed meekly, "This place is one of the few to carry a decent range for women like me, that's why I had you meet me out here for the first part of your surprise."

"Um, mom," I felt my face heating up as she led me towards the changing rooms.

"Call me Angie in public," She warned.

"Angie? I don't think I'm allowed back here."

"Oh, relax. I'm sure people do it all the time. It's very discreet and we'll be quick, you just have to help me make a quick choice. It's for your benefit, so I suggest you stay quiet."

It was good advice. I glanced back only once and caught the smirk on the face of the cute sales assistant before I rounded the corner into the short corridor that led to the changing rooms. My mom was right, the stalls were discreet. They were large and had proper doors on them, not just curtains. My mom took me into the back left compartment then shut and bolted the door behind me.

I had my back to the door and her incredible body was pressed up against me while she held the door shut. She was grinning at me, back to her playful self now that we were in private. Rising up on her toes she placed a kiss on my lips. A proper kiss this time. I sighed contentedly as her tongue slipped into my mouth and we made out like teenagers for half a minute.

Just when my hands were traveling up her sides and seeking out the tie at the side if her dress she pushed back off me and grinned again, "That was to make up for snubbing you earlier. You have no idea how much I wanted to kiss you when I first saw you."

"Oh, I know," I said, adjusting the painful bulge in my trousers.

"Have a seat," She pushed me back with the handful of lingerie she held in one hand in the direction of a single, black-leather upholstered bench that crouched under some clothes hooks. I obliged, finding she had deposited the tantalizing bundle of lace, ribbon, and straps into my hands.

"So," She said, clearly enjoying having me at a disadvantage, "As I said, you have a choice to make." As she spoke she put her hands on her hips and turned her body from side to side, looking herself over in the three mirrors that made up most of the walls of the cubicle.

"I choose all of them," I said in a hollow voice as I looked between the lingerie and my parading mom. "Or none of them. Whichever gets you naked fastest."

"Not yet, baby. First, you have to see the show."

"There's a show?" I asked, feeling my eyes enlarge to cartoon puppy proportions.

She turned toward me and bent over, giving me a very purposeful, near aneurysm-inducing glimpse down her cleavage and said, taking my chin in her hand, "For you, baby, there's always a show." Then she took my hand in hers and guided it up to the bow at the side of the dress. Working together we gave one of the loose strands a quick tug.

The dress, which was molded to her figure an instant before, now melted off her. She stood before me in only her underwear, her dress hanging off her shoulders like a gown.

My mother wore a pink seamless maternity bra. It was padded, but could do nothing to disguise the mind-blowing voluptuousness of her bust. Her panties were black and simple, clearly worn more for comfort than for appeal, but they were enough to make the blood in my body begin a sudden and drastic process of disproportionate redistribution.

She had worked hard to gain back her flat stomach and small waist since Ian's birth and her figure was now a marvel of flat surfaces juxtaposed with callipygian perfection. Being in a room with mirrors on all sides but one really let me appreciate her body from all angles. My eyes bounced around like ping pong balls as I tried to take all of it in at once.

I reached out and placed my hands on her ample hips, wanting to pull her warm body closer to me. But my mom brushed my hands away and shook her head sternly.

"Nuh-uh. Don't get distracted now, Chase."

I watched, dry-mouthed, as she slipped her dress off her shoulders before leaning over me to hang it from the hook over my head. I had to resist the urgent need to grab her breasts and nuzzle my face into them.

"In fact," she continued as her hands snaked around to her back and I heard the click of her bra clasp, easily my favorite sound in the universe, "You are not allowed to look until I tell you to."

She shrugged off her shoulder straps and I made a happy noise in the back of my throat as her breasts were spilled free from their tight constraints.

I had just a moment to take in her perfection. Her tits were massive, and still swollen with the ripeness of breast milk. My only possible complaint at this point was that she still wore white, circular breast pads stuck over her nipples to absorb any unexpected milk flow. I was sorely tempted to peel one of those patches back so that I could suckle one of her rubbery nipples until the rich taste of her milk filled my mouth.

Instead, she carefully dropped her bra over my head such that nearly my entire face was covered by a single, bowl-sized cup. I was disappointed, but the feeling of her transferred body heat on my face combined with the scent of her milky breasts mollified me somewhat.

Like the good boy I was, I sat still, though I caught maddening glimpses of movement around the periphery of my vision and I heard the sounds of material sliding over smooth skin. I started to really really wish I wasn't such a good boy.

I gave a small jerk when I felt a hand land on my lap. It brushed teasingly over my prominent bulge until it found what it was looking for. With a quick squeeze down on my tip, that forced a cry from me and another giggle from my mom, I felt one of the sets of lingerie being lifted off me.

I swore softly. My gorgeous mother was stark naked, barely a few inches from me and yet I could see nothing. All I had to do was give my head a vigorous shake and all would be revealed. If I only reached out a hand I could caress and fondle her warm, soft skin. But I knew from our bedroom games that my mom tended to reward obedience. So I clasped my hands together over my throbbing cock and waited impatiently.

"Okay," she sang, after what felt like an age, "You can look." The words had barely left her lips before I snatched away the bra and flared my pupils to try and draw in as much light as I could to absorb everything I saw before me

My mom was wearing a lacy black teddy. It clung to her figure and emphasized her shape without lifting or constraining her. The fine lacework was a barely-there layer over her skin that wove together in strategic places to give suggestion to, without completely revealing, what lay beneath.

When she saw my eyes linger on her breasts, where I could make out the outline of her pads, she plucked at the material over them and said, "Sorry, these stay on. If I leak on the lingerie I'm pretty sure they'll make me buy it."

"Buy it then!" I ordered and made to grab her to pull her in close so that I could run my hands over the soft material and the spectacular body that lay beneath it.

My mom laughed and shook her head, "Easy there, tiger. Don't blow your wad in the first minute. This lingerie isn't cheap and you still have some options to see." She ran her hands down the sides of her body in a way that I longed to replicate with my own hands and looked herself over in the mirror.

She rested a hand on her tummy and gave herself a critical look. Turning first one way and then the other.

"You're perfect," I reassured her, which won me a smile.

Then she turned and swayed her backside towards the mirror. I bit down hard on my lip. Her teddy rode low on her back, with a cut out in the middle. Best of all was how the material turned in sharply near the top of her bottom and tucked into the deep cleft between her pronounced buttocks.

I couldn't help myself. I grabbed a handful of each cheek, hefting their weight and giving them a hard squeeze.

"Chase!" she admonished half-heartedly, stepping back so that my hands slipped off her. The room was so small I could have kept my hands on her by leaning forward, but I let her escape. This time.

"Verdict?" She queried, placing a hand on one hip and using the other to brush down her front as if doing a presentation. Which, in a way, I suppose she was.

"A Win. 10 out of 10. Buy it in every color. Wear that and only that around the house."

"What would the neighbors think?" She chuckled.

"Fuck the neighbors. This is all you are allowed to wear in my presence from now on."

"You're sweet," she said as she leaned forward to give me a guiding push back towards the wall. I hadn't realized it, but I had been leaning closer and closer, eyes bulging out like a cartoon wolf with its heart beating out of its chest. She rewarded me with a peck on the lips while her finger toyed with the top button of my shirt. "But now it's time to say bye-bye again."

"Aw, do I have to?" I whined.

"Uh-huh. Bra on please. Let's not forget that I'm your mom and you have to do what I say. I want no more of your cheek."

"Well, I would like a lot more of your cheek," I mimed fondling her ass again.

"Chase, I will silence you if I have to."

"Okay," I said bitterly and dragged the bra back over my head. She had already tugged one shoulder strap off when she looked up and saw I had tactfully left one eye uncovered.

Her eyes narrowed and in a warning tone she questioned, "Chase?"

"Yes mother," I sighed and pulled the bra cup across to cover my view completely.

I sat there in my pleasant deprivation chamber and ran through the mental images I captured of my mom over the last eight months. Images of her naked. Images of her splayed open to me. Images of her on all fours, spreading her cheeks and inviting me in.

There was a small cough and I discovered that my mom was tugging at something held in my hand. I suddenly realized that I had my fingers bunched around the hardness in my trousers and my mom was trying to free the lingerie that had become hostage in the act.

"Take it easy there, baby. You're going to get mommy all worked up if you keep doing that," she whispered, her mouth right by my ear. I was suddenly aware of the press of her naked, firm breast against my shoulder. My voice failed me and my grip loosened as I felt the next set of lingerie slip away. I had heard the smile in my mother's voice when she spoke and now she teased me even further by licking my ear with a hot, wet tongue before retreating with her prize.

More time passed, longer than the first interlude, or perhaps my patience was just wearing thin. When I thought I could bear it no longer, she finally said, "Okay, time to have a look."

I threw the bra back and away from my face and simply stared.

"Buy it!" I croaked, as I took in her new outfit. She was now in a more traditional bra and panty set. It was white and so brief it barely contained her incredible bosom. The generous flesh of which puffed out of its confines like rising batter.

She also wore a garter belt around her flared hips but this, rather discordantly, was black and was connected to sheer thigh highs that were also black in color.

When she saw me take this in she shifted her weight and explained, "We would be here all day if I took everything off and on each time."

I wanted to say that was just fine with me but she continued, "You'll see what I mean when we get to the last outfit. For now, just pretend these are white," she plucked at the hem of one stocking with her nails.

I could only nod and lick my lips. The panty line was cut so low I could see the start of her pubic hair. She had grown it back since shaving it for my birthday, but kept it trimmed short and shaped into a neat little triangle. I loved how her breath caught whenever I buried my fingers in that soft nest of short curls.

Her cesarean scar, though much faded already, was framed between the garter belt and her low panties. She had grown unashamed of showing it in my presence. In fact, as she was demonstrating today, she now wore the scar with pride. I wanted nothing more than to kiss my way across its width.

"Comments?" She asked knuckling her back and swinging her mesmerizing chest back and forth right in front of my eyes.

"I love it. A true classic. I..." I began and then hesitated.

"Go on," she encouraged, sidling up closer to me so that her stockinged legs were astride my knees.

"You look like I imagined you would look on your wedding night."

I wanted to say "our" wedding night, but was still wary of frightening her. Although we were on every level in a long term, committed, sexual relationship, I knew that deep down my mom was still telling herself that I was probably keeping my eyes open for a partner my own age to marry someday. She had all but said as much during some of our more open pillow talk. I knew it might frighten her if she knew that this was an impossibility. She was it for me.

"Good to know," she said sitting down on my knees before lacing her fingers behind my head. I placed my hands on her flanks and for a moment we just gazed into each other's eyes. Then she leaned in and we kissed, long and deep.

I was aching for her now, desperate. As she shifted closer I knew she could feel my hardness poking into her mound. My hands rose up her back and, almost without instruction, began to toggle to the bra clasp over her spine.

I had just unsnagged one hook, the straps were being stretched mercilessly tight by her straining breasts, when my mother broke the kiss and stayed my hands.

I let out a long groan as she rose up off my lap. But she placed her hands under my chin and lifted my drooping head. "Poor boy," she smiled before placing another soft kiss from her full lips on mine.

"Nearly done," as she spoke she picked up her bra again and placed it carefully over my face. "No peeking now, and no more of your cheek."

"Or what?"

"Or I will have to find a way to gag you."

"I'd like to gag you," I muttered, "Then I'd tie you up, rip that lingerie off and f-" before I could finish I felt something soft being shoved into my mouth. From the texture, the smell and, finally, the taste, I knew they were my mom's plain black panties she had worn into the changing rooms.

I hummed with pleasure as I tasted her tang on my tongue. I wasn't sure if this was a punishment for being cheeky, or a reward for being so patient. I didn't care much either way.

"There, that's better," she sighed and I heard the frustratingly erotic sounds of thin fabric sliding over smooth skin.

"Ready for the final one?" She asked a short time later, sounding a little breathless. Then, remembering how she had left me added, "Oh, right, sorry," before lifting the bra off my face.

My mouth literally dropped open and the panties that had been so rudely shoved into my mouth fell out into my lap. My mom had kept the stockings and garter on, but had changed her underwear. The panties were more demurely cut in terms of length, but were made completely indecent by their almost total lack of opacity. I could see her trimmed mound. Below this, her plump lips were pressed flat against the see-through material like they were up against glass.

Most startling of all was the ludicrous shelf-bra she now wore. It made no effort to hide her breasts, it only served to lift and emphasize them. If not for the breast pads her tits would have been bare, but framed in constricting black nylon.

"We have a winner," I tried to say but my voice was so hoarse it barely sounded above a whisper.

"I thought you might like it," She said as she returned to straddling my lap. As her legs widened her pussy spread itself against the sheer panties and I glimpsed the pink petals of the loveliest flower I had ever known. "You always were a visual child."

She brushed her fingers through my hair as she cooed," I can't wait for the weekend so we can get to play with this."

"Fuck that," I growled, my hands digging with almost painful force into her hips.

"Chase," She protested as I buried my face between her tits and began to lick up the valley between them. Her enormous breasts cushioned my face and muffled all sound, making me blessedly insensible to the world around me. I barely heard her protests after that. They were half-hearted at best anyway.

She put a hand on my head, possibly to stop me, but I ignored it. I nibbled at her flesh, breathing in her perfume deeply, and she ended up using her hand to hug me closer.

"Chase, baby, we can't. Not in the changing room."

"Oh no," I snuffled across her flesh, "You don't get to tease me all through lunch, then drag me into a changing room, parade around me in lingerie and then just walk away."

"We've already been too long," She shifted uncomfortably on my lap, grazing my painfully inflamed cock with her sex.

"Don't act like you didn't know this wasn't going to happen," I warned, as I pried up one of the breast pads she had covering her nipples.

She started to say something, but it turned into a gasp as I sucked her hard little nipple into my mouth and began to suckle.

Lifting my mouth off her for a moment I asked, "Are they sore, mom? They feel like they haven't been drained in a while. Want me to?"

Her eyes were closed, mouth open in a silent moan, so I did not wait for confirmation. Instead, I sucked down hard on her nipple, covering nearly her entire areola with my mouth. At first, I got just a taste of the rich sweetness as it beaded up from under her skin. Then, with skilled insistence, I drew out a pleasing mouthful of melon flavored ambrosia.

I drank greedily from her tits, as I always did, allowing my hands to slide up and down her sides. My mom made happy little sighs as I performed the double duty of both relieving her milk-saturated tits and stimulating her incredibly sensitive nipples.

As I suckled her she began to move on my lap. Initially, it seemed as if she were trying to find a more comfortable position, but soon it morphed into a kind of slow rocking motion that rubbed her barely covered crotch against my straining member.

She muttered inconsequential protests every once in a while. While I was uncovering her right nipple she tried to suggest we really should leave. As I slurped up the milk from her second breast she tried to tell me that we would surely be caught. When my hand slid over her prodigious backside and curved back under to find her sex she complained about ruining the lingerie.

All I said, between mouthfuls of delicious breast milk, was "Who cares? We're buying this lingerie. You and I both know that, so stop complaining."

She finally did give up all protest when my fingers found her puffy slit under the silky fabric and began to caress it lovingly. By then the only sounds she made were excited little moans as I began to burrow a path of stimulation to her core. Wetness seeped through the fabric, drenching my probing fingers.

In fact, when she did protest again it was when I withdrew my hand and used it to draw a broad, wet smear over one of her breasts. This too died down when I proceeded to lick her clean, tasting her sweet nectar, while my fingers dipped back down and slipped between her panties and her hot skin.

While I tended to her with tortuously attentive detail, she began to move her hand down my chest. When it reached my belt it gave a violent tug, unclasping the buckle in a single, efficient motion. She continued to moan and kiss me intermittently as her fingers fumbled with my button and fly. Then my cock suddenly sprang free into her waiting palm.

We stroked each other while we brought our open mouths together for another kiss. "God, I want to fuck you so bad," I groaned into her mouth.

"I know," she whined, "I wish I had a condom."

"Not even in that giant mom bag?" I asked, hopefully.

My mom shook her head, clearly disappointed in herself for her lack of foresight. Since the first time we had made love, my mother and I had been a lot more careful. We had always used condoms after that, apart from a few occasions where she had let me come in her ass. Once or twice, despite the risk, I had entered her bare, but I had always finished on her chest or in her mouth.

"But the second part of my surprise is in there. Want to see? It might make you feel a little better."

I didn't want to see anything, to be honest. I had forgotten about the surprise. All I wanted to do was shove my cock up and into her sopping pussy. But, hoping it might be something as good as the lingerie, I let her lean down and scooped up her bag.

She rummaged around through the incredible array of items a woman, and especially a mother, seemed to need to function every day, until she pulled out a rather uninspiring and small plastic packet.

She offered it to me and said bashfully, "It comes with good news and bad news. I thought the lingerie might help temper the bad news."

I turned the packet over in my hand. It bore a pharmacy sticker which stuck the packet closed, and a prescription with my mother's name on it.

"Open it," she encouraged.

I pulled apart the plastic until the corner of a cardboard box popped out. I licked my lips as I began to recognize the shape and import of the box.

"The bad news is that I am going to be giving up feeding Ian this week. He is a healthy kid and I want to wean him off so that I can get a bit more done at work. This means that today might also be your very last 'feeding session. That's part of what the lingerie is for, my return to non-maternity underwear."

I felt the loss deep in the pit of my stomach as I turned over the thin box of pills. I loved feeding off my mom's tits. Just the thought of her warm milk flooding into my mouth made me hard. I craved it like a drug while I was away at college. It was another one of the reasons I drove home so regularly. Realistically, I knew it had to end sometime, but I wasn't sure I was ready to let it go just yet.

As I pulled the box out the rest of the way my mom added, an edge of excitement in her voice, "But the good news. The really good news," she hugged herself closer to me, squashing her enormous breasts between our bodies so she could breath in my ear, "Is that I will finally get to feel you coming inside my pussy."

My eyes widened and I could swear there were tears pricking around the edges of my vision. Was it true? God, sometimes that was all I thought about. I dreamed about it. I had felt it wrapped raw around me before and it was better than any sensation I had ever felt. To get a chance to fill her with my seed without risk of pregnancy was the best thing I could imagine.

"So, is that okay?" She asked

"Yeah. God, yeah. I can get on board with that. Sure, I will miss your milk. I never dreamed it could be such a turn on, but I did realize it had to end sometime." I took a breath and asked, hopefully, "Can we? You know?"She sighed a sad sigh and shook her head, "Sorry honey. It takes seven days to kick in but..." She chewed on her lip and squirmed on my lap, "It is a special occasion. Maybe we could take things right to the edge, as we have done before. I know it's not a hundred percent safe, but maybe you can just put it inside me for a little bit. I really want to feel your thick cock inside me. I need it today, Chase."

"What about when I come?"

"Come in my mouth," she purred, tugging open the top button of my shirt, "Come in my mouth, and I will swallow every drop and still beg you for more."

I let out a wheeze of breath and she giggled again.

"We need to be quick though, I'm pretty sure someone is going to come and check on us soon."

"You don't have to tell me twice," I replied, dropping the box of pills back into her open bag, taking her breasts in both hands and crushing them together. I lifted them up in the same motion and set about lashing the now protuberant nipples with my tongue. My mom gasped as I rapidly went between her tits, covering them in saliva, teasing her nipples into even tighter, more agonized peaks.

Her fingertips found my bare cock again and began to tease the tightly stretched foreskin. Her fingers quickly became slippery with the lubrication that oozed out of my tip and she used this to coat the top half of my cock until it was slick as an eel.

"I can't wait anymore," she insisted.

"Me neither."

She rose up and I lifted my ass off the padded bench just enough to slide my trousers and briefs down to mid-thigh. Then I offered my hand to my mother for support. She took it to help her balance and used her other hand to hook into the edge of her sheer panties, now grown dark with dampness. These she pulled to the side, exposing her bare sex to me. I helped her lower herself down to my waiting shaft. Deftly she kept the panties aside while, with her remaining fingers, she guided my iron rod into her waiting crevice.

She fit around me so well that, despite any wrongness associated with what we were doing, it was hard to believe our bodies hadn't been designed for precisely this. As she sank down my shaft she let out a long, satisfied breath, as if it were easing some long pent up ache within her.

I responded by clutching at her wide ass, sinking my fingers deep into the soft, yet pliant flesh. With her sitting on my lap, her beautiful tits were right in my face. I wasted no time in returning my attention to them, nuzzling and licking all over their extensive surface while she began to gently rock on my lap. I sucked on each fat nipple in turn determined, if this was to be my last time, to drain them dry. Ian, as far as I was concerned, could always have formula.

The action of her tight vagina around me sucked at me like her ever-willing mouth. Her passage slurped loudly at my length, reluctant to release its grip each time she moved back and forth.

Best of all, with mirrors all around us, I could see myself penetrating my mom from multiple angles. If I glanced to the side I could watch her tits bounce and sway rhythmically with the movement of our bodies. If I looked over her shoulder I could watch the squash and flex of her ass and catch glimpses of my cock disappearing into her hungry pussy.

"God you feel so good inside me, baby," she whispered in my ear, "I can't wait until you fill me up with your hot spunk."

I grunted, my mouth filled with tit flesh and warm milk. My mother, so demure in regular life, drove me wild when she talked dirty during our lovemaking.

As her excitement rose she rapidly increased her pace to the point where she was riding me like a derby winner. I could barely control her tits as they bounced and jiggled out of my grip. Milk droplets flew everywhere, spattering my shirt and face, but I did not care in the least.

"Ah!" I cried, "Slow down. I'm going to come if you don't."

"Sorry baby," she moaned, hugging my entire head into her chest, swallowing me up in her bosom, "You fill me up so perfectly I just can't help myself. I want to come with you inside me"

"Fuck," I groaned, "Okay, but we will have to change it up. I'm already right on the edge."

Our bodies were so in tune she predicted my next move even before I made it, hugging me tight so that when I stood up she clung to me, my cock still buried deep within her.

Our faces were pressed together, eye-to-eye, our noses flattened. She smiled mischievously and I smiled back.

Turning and bending, I lowered her back onto the bench I had been sitting on. She kept her knees bent and her thighs parted so that I could stay rooted inside her.

When I had her laid out I gave her a long looking over. Her dirty blonde hair with its faintly darker streaks cascaded over the edge of the bench like a waterfall. Her cheeks were pink with lust and exertion. Her tits were the same, reddened where I had sucked on them, the nipples shiny and engorged as if a vacuum had been applied to them.

Keeping my unflinching hardness deep in her channel, I slowly guided her legs even further apart until she was spread to her limit before me. I felt an upwelling of pride and elation to see where we merged into one, how her folds parted around me and the fragile ring around her entrance was stretching to accommodate my girth.

Very carefully then, I brought both my hands down to rest on her mons. My mom was staring up at the ceiling, her big hazel eyes blinking even more rapidly than the rise and fall of her chest. Her marvelous breasts, somewhat flattened and widened under the pull of gravity, spilled over her sides.

Gently I pressed my thumbs into the impossibly soft skin around her pussy. This folded gently back and I exposed the hidden pink moistness within, which had darkened and swelled with her desire.

Very slowly I began to drag myself out of her, spreading her lips as I moved.

"Hurry, Chase," she moaned, "We don't have long."

"We have as long as I need to make you come," I said as I shoved myself back into her. While I did this, I slipped my fingers in the little crevices at each side of my cock and worked them gradually up until they came together and pinched the pronounced hood of flesh at the apex of her cleft.

Her swollen clitoris was forced upwards and outwards, making her gasp softly. I moved my right hand to pinch out the fold of skin, while the fingers of my left brushed over the tiny rubbery bulb at its center.

Very carefully, keeping the pace just below the threshold of my impending climax, I moved in and out of her. At the same time, I began to manually manipulate her little bud. I pinched and teased it to its full ripeness.

When her body began to twitch and shudder I shifted my hands to rest on her hip bones, pronounced as they were at this angle. My two thumbs rubbed over her little clit, one after the other in rapid succession while I made sure she felt the fullness of my cock.

"Ugn," she grunted, and bucked hard against me. "Chase! Baby! Ah!" She cried as her body grew rigid before me. Every muscle in her belly, and up her thighs, grew stiff as my cock. Her massive tits quivered with micro convulsions. It was as if an approaching swell lifted her up high and was now beginning to fold over into a white crest.

I drew out her ride as long as I could, slowing my pace and reducing my touch to featherlike brushes. Then her head fell back off the edge of the bench, her mouth opened wide in a silent scream, and then the top of her wave curled over, turning back on itself and pulling her, and the entire massive weight of the charging water, crashing down with it.

Like swimmer pulled under a breaker, desperate for air, her body spasmed. Her tits shook violently from side to side and her hands clawed at the air. No sound escaped her lips for a long moment. Then when her whole body began to shudder like it was being thrown around by the currents. She cried out, but her words were lost as she tried to suck in air, even as her lungs momentarily stalled.

When her body finally began to relax her breath came in sobs and she said over and over, "Chase. Ohmygod. Chase. Oh, baby."

I had to hold myself back from the edge. Her body had tried everything it could to squeeze, tug and even vibrate the come out of me. I was now far past the point of return, hanging out past the edge on a fraying rope.

"I want to feel you come inside me, Chase."

"Mom, the pills..."

"Come in my ass. Please, Chase. Come in mommy's ass. You're all lubed up and I know I can take you. My tight little asshole has missed your big dick. Please?"

Hearing my mom begging me to finish off in her ass nearly broke me right then and there. But I knew that in just one week this pussy would be mine to claim. I could bear the hardship of filling her back passage with my seed, if only for today.

She kept repeating things like, "Come in my ass. Oh God. Come inside me. Please baby?"

I nodded, nervous that any sudden movement would take me too far. With a slurping, sucking, clinging symphony I withdrew from her fluttering pussy.

"Yeah," she said through gritted teeth. "Yeah, do it. Finish inside me."

I was so hard and slippery that when I pressed the head of my dick up against her tiny pink sphincter I immediately felt the give of that taut muscular ring.

"Fuck yeah.. yeah. shove it in. Just a little more baby. Then you can fill mommy with your come."

I hissed as I leaned into her. I felt her impossible tightness stretch as it resisted my entrance. But then, with my insistent push, and a well-timed internal relaxation from her, I slid the first inch into my mom's ass.

Like her pussy, it was warm and perfectly snug. I pressed deeper and then deeper still until I could feel her compressing me from all sides and, when I looked down, I could see I was inserted in her up to my root.

Gently I gave a testing retreat and thrust. When she showed no signs of pain I did it again, a little harder. Still, no complaint came from her.

It took just a few more pumps before I could feel I was back where I had been, dangling over the edge. Though I would have wished it to last longer, the rope frayed and split and, with a crack I felt deep within me, it broke.

I gushed come into her. I positively poured it out. My dick was a culvert in a storm and with each muscle wrenching spasm I jettisoned another torrent into her dilated rear.

"Fuck!" I cried out as I was forced to crumple forward under the intensity of the body sapping climax. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! Mom. My god!"

Not even a year ago I would have been horrified if my mom had heard me swearing but now, my cock still buried in her ass, my orgasm still ringing in my head like a blow to the skull, I had no other words.

"God damn, I love you." I panted, taking my weight on my arms as I bent over her.

"I love you too, baby."

"No, mom. I mean, I really love you." I admitted as I held myself over her, my arms locked straight, perpendicular to the bench at her back, "I feel this pain in my chest just thinking about you. It's a good pain, but I don't think I can be without you any more mom. Even when we are like this, I still wish we could be even closer. I need you. I'm addicted to you."

My mom wrapped her arms around my head and pulled me in close. Still plugged into her anus and still hard, I let her drag me down for another kiss.

When she released me she rested a hand on my cheek, her thumb just under my eye and, giving me a soul-stare through her gold-flecked eyes said, "I'm the same, baby. Don't worry. I'm not going to let you go. I'm not sure what we're going to do, or how we can manage Brian, but we will make it work. I promise. Okay?"

Finally satisfied, I nodded and placed a tender kiss on her temple. She scratched playfully at the sparse sprouting of chest hair I have and wrinkled her nose playfully. I was about to pull out of her when I had a thought.

"Shit."

"What?"

"Um, I don't think we thought this all the way through."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that when I pull out there is going to be a lot of come to clean up. I mean a lot."

"Oh, I know, I can feel it sloshing around inside me."

"Gross," I laughed, but secretly felt thrilled at the thought.

"Hold on," She said, swiveling her torso, her tits swinging enticingly with the movement, so that she could snag her mom bag.

"What are you doing?" I asked, looking down nervously as I felt my cock begin to shrink down.

She dug deep into her bag and after a moment came up with a triumphant, "Aha!"

She held out a couple of pads I immediately recognized. They were fresh breast pads. I shrugged, immediately understanding her plan. It was worth a try. If they could hold up to her excessive milk production they might be up to the job of stopping my come pouring out of her ass.

She pulled off a plastic tab and then handed me one of the pads. I carefully held it in place under my dick and then slowly and carefully withdrew. As we had anticipated, my come followed, oozing out. But, by keeping her hips up and using the pad, I managed to gather up a good deal of my seed before it leaked too far. Once I was completely out of her, I took the next pad and placed it, sticky side up, like a prize-winning rosette on her prize-winning ass. It stayed in place and, with a little help from my mom, we slid her panties back into place.

I placed used pad, along with the pads for her nipples I had removed earlier, into a spare plastic packet my mother had in her bag, for later disposal. To this was added some wet wipes, also taken from her bag, which we used to try to clean up the milk that coated my face and shirt.

We shared a very amused look then. This had to be a first for any mother and son relationship in history.

"Next problem," she frowned as she found two more replacement pads for her breasts, "I don't think I can take off this lingerie to pay for it. You were a very naughty boy, Chase."

I looked down and nodded, happily admitting my guilt. Her panties were still drenched with her arousal. I mused over it for a second before finally deciding: "Fuck it, give me the tags."

When she raised an eyebrow I explained, "I'll tell them at the front that you decided to wear the lingerie home. I will give them the tags to scan, I will pay for it and then we can go. I doubt this is the first time this has happened."

"What, that a mother and son had fucked so vigorously in their back room that they have made the lingerie impossible to return?"

"No," I responded dryly, "That people have chosen to walk out in the underwear they have purchased."

"What will you tell them if they ask why?"

"They won't ask and, if they do, I will tell them it's none of their business. They will see me return the other sets. Though it breaks my heart, I have just seen what they cost, and realized they are a bit beyond my student budget."

"I can buy them."

"No, you are my woman, and I want to be the one to buy your sexy underwear. One day soon, when I have a job, I'm going to set aside a portion of my monthly income to keep you clad in only the sexiest underwear. But, for now, we can start off slow and keep this one incredible set."

"Okay," she smiled shyly and gave me a kiss.

After that, I helped her pull off the tags and then left her with the complicated job of retying her wrap dress.

When I got to the checkout counter the half-Asian girl was behind the till. Her eyes sparkled mischievously as I handed over the tags and the unwanted lingerie.

"These two can go back on the shelf," I said in bored tones, "But we'll keep the other set," I added without any other explanation other than a wink.

The girl stifled a giggle that brought out her dimples while I pulled out my wallet.

After the transaction was done I took back my card. The girl's fingers held mine a moment longer than was necessary and I favored her with a smile, but no more than that. She was very cute and, not long ago, I would have done backflips just to think she had even noticed I was alive, but she was just a girl. She couldn't hold a candle to the incredible woman stepping out of the changing rooms at that precise moment.

All the eyes in the store, mine included, turned to my mom as she walked into the room. She was rather self-consciously, and unnecessarily, patting her hair, her dress, and her composure back into place. I heard the girl behind me suppress a titter and I turned to give her a quick, cocky eyebrow shrug before using my arms and one foot to push off the counter.

I met my mother halfway across the store, loving how her cheeks had reddened and her eyes darted around the room, aware that everyone was staring at her.

She opened her mouth to say something, but I just stepped up to her and placed a kiss on her lips. It was far from the innocent kiss I had offered her before lunch. I claimed her mouth, long and hard and let her, and anyone else watching, know exactly who she belonged to.

Then, taking her hand in mine, I led her out the store, giving the girl behind the counter a quick wave as we strode past. This time, as I held my mom's soft hand in mine, she did not pull back. In fact, as we made our way out into the sea of bodies and watching eyes, I felt her fingers interlace with mine and squeeze tight.

The path we had chosen was not going to be an easy one, but I was determined we would walk it together and no one would stand in our way. I stepped out of my last lecture for the week and winced as the bright sunlight hit me. It had been a complete waste of time, as had all my other lectures, since meeting up with my mom last week. My ability to concentrate was permanently broken, and would be until I got home to see her again.

The thought of our conversation still made my skin prickle with anticipation. It was finally going to happen, she had started on the pill and I was going to get to fill my mom's lusciously tight pussy with my come.

All week she had been driving me crazy, sending me text messages to tell me that she couldn't wait to feel me filling her up with my seed. Things had escalated quickly and soon she was sending me pictures of her dressed in the new lingerie we had bought to commemorate the upcoming occasion. As the deadline neared the lingerie had been covering less and less of her. The most recent picture, sent only this morning, nearly made me spurt in my pants.

My mom had positioned herself on the floor in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom. Our bedroom. She was completely naked. Her huge breasts perched heavily on her chest and toned stomach. She had her thighs spread, her body front-on to the mirror. One handheld the camera up, angled down so that it did not obscure this vision of perfection. The other was between her legs, two of her fingers had burrowed into her soft folds and were spreading her tender, pink inner flesh open, inviting my gaze.

The attached message simply said, "I can't wait for you to fill me up tonight..."

Before I even registered it I had pulled my cock out of my sleep shorts and was jerking myself off to a rapidly approaching climax. I was so transfixed by that picture I did not fully realize what I was doing until there was pre-come dripping down over my knuckles and my cock was pulsating on the verge of an eruption.

My mom looked so incredible. She always did, but this picture was such a beautiful contrast of the shy expression on her face and the lust-filled sexual confidence she had recently discovered in my arms.

It pained me to do it, but I had to force my fingers to pry themselves up off my aching cock. It spat an angry dollop of milky liquid onto my belly and twitched, as if it were trying to wriggle itself over the finish line.

But I forced myself to look at the picture on my phone again with fresh eyes. I wanted to save every drop of my come to pump into that tight cunt she was spreading for me. I had been dreaming about doing exactly that for years. I had been so close more times than I could count over the past few incredible months. Tonight was finally the night and I was going to fill her to bursting with my seed.

I felt the thrill rise in my throat as I considered this, dropping down the red brick stairs outside the lecture hall two at a time. It was a matter of hours now. I felt a pressure rising against the stiff fabric of my jeans. Just a few short hours.

"Chase!"

The voice cried out somewhere off to my left. I was so wrapped in the thought of being equally wrapped up in my mother's arms tonight I probably wouldn't have even registered it if it hadn't called out again.

"Chase! Hold up!"

I paused at the base of the stairs and half turned. I expected to see one of my buddies. They had been on my case a lot recently on account of me disappearing from the social scene. I think they suspected there was a woman in my life, but I could hardly tell them who it was. I looked around for a face I recognized. Perhaps I had forgotten something in the lecture hall? My mind was definitely distracted enough to do that.

Then I saw the figure standing beside the open door of a silver sports car. I felt blood rush to my face in a tide of warmth and my fists clenched tight before I could even fully process who it was.

Brian, my mom's soon-to-be-ex-husband, was standing there waving at me with a huge grin on his shit-eating face. He was a good looking guy, I will give him that, with his excessively gelled hair, his expensive suit, and the dark ray-bans covering his eyes. He was closer to my age than to my mother's and he looked it. If not for his business attire he might have passed for one of the students, now slowly filtering out of the building behind me in small chattering groups.

"Chase, my man!" Brian called, with a note of triumph now that he had gained my attention.

I stood and stared at him, torn between turning on my heel and walking away as if I hadn't seen him, or walking up to him and knocking every tooth out of his enormous, white smile.

I had to quell my anger though, knowing that if the divorce my mom and I had been hatching were to go through smoothly, we would need to keep level heads.

"What do you want, Brian?" I responded, flatly. Suddenly I was very conscious of my phone in my pocket. It felt hot against my thigh, but perhaps that was because I knew it was loaded with photos of my mother, Brian's wife, naked and spreading her delicious pussy for my eyes only.

"Hey, come on, man. I haven't seen you in ages. Is that any way to greet your dad?"

"Brian, you are not my dad," I unconsciously took a step forward, my voice coming out in an angry whisper, "You are lucky I don't walk up to you and kick the shit out of you for ditching my mom and brother like that." If only he knew that the sole reason I didn't was that his fuck up had opened the door for the relationship my mom and I had started.

"Woah, Woah," He held up his hands defensively, "Look, I get it, kid."

Internally I flared even hotter at that. At no level in our relationship could I ever be considered "kid." I had already started college when he met my mom. It was like he wanted me to punch him in the mouth.

Not sensing my growing displeasure he continued, "It looks bad, I can see that, but just give me five minutes. Let me just talk to you and then I will go away and you can think about what I have to say. Will you do me that service? I'm desperate here, man. Your mom won't even take my calls anymore. I miss my wife. I want to see my son. I know I fucked up but I'm ready to come home now.

"Why weren't you saying that 6 months ago?" I shot back when what I really wanted to say was, "They're not your wife and son anymore."

"I got scared, okay? I wasn't ready to be a dad. I didn't realize it would be that hard. No sleep. All the crying. And your mom, it was like she became a different person overnight. Suddenly it was all about the baby and old Brian could do nothing right. Jesus. You understand, right?"

"Yeah, Brian, I do, because who do you think was there to pick up the pieces when you just disappeared?"

"And I'm grateful, believe me. I'll make it up to you, I swear."

"Make it up to me?" I was incredulous.

"This place can't be cheap," he waved to the college buildings surrounding us, "I can help out. You know I make good money." His hand came down to rest on the roof of his shimmering vehicle.

"Are you trying to buy your way back into our lives?"

"Kid, I just want a chance. Come on. You've only heard your mom's side. I tried to make it up to her, I did. But you know how hard-headed Angie can be. I'm her husband and she won't even listen to me anymore." He paused a moment then continued, "It's like she..." he gave me a conspiratorial look and asked, "She's not seeing anyone, is she?"

"Jesus, Brian."

Luckily he interpreted my response as exasperation rather than that he was getting a little too close to an uncomfortable truth.

"I know, I know," he held up his hands defensively, "Who would want to date a woman with a newborn. Plus there's the baby weight. I know I shouldn't worry, but there is definitely something different about her."

I wanted to yell in his face, "She's different because she's finally happy!"

I have no idea how my mom fell for him. He must have put up an impressive front. Maybe if I hadn't been away at college I might have been able to protect my mom, as I had from so many of her other terrible suitors. In hindsight, I can see that she must have been very lonely to let a guy like Brian worm his way into her life. "She's not lonely anymore," I reminded myself, "and I am going to make sure she never feels that way again."

I had had enough, I ghosted past him and spat out: "Fuck off, Brian and leave us alone."

Brain called after me, "Chase!" I ignored him. He called out again, "Chase, I just want to see my son. You can't keep me from seeing my son!"

When I did not acknowledge him his calm finally cracked and he yelled, "Fuck you and your stuck-up bitch of a mother then! He's my son, you little asshole! I will find a way to see him again."

I put my head down and walked. I knew if I stopped I would turn around, go back, and beat the shit out of Brian. I wanted to, more than anything, but I knew it would hurt my mom's case when she filed for a divorce. No, we had to be beyond question until the papers were signed and that giant douchebag was out of our lives. Then, and only then, could I hunt him down and pound him into a greasy stain on the floor.

I got back to my dorm room and took a deep breath. I reminded myself of what was going to happen tonight. Closing my eyes, I saw again my mother's spread legs, her pussy glistening with the dew of anticipation. An instant later I was rock hard and smiling. All the rage and conflict Brian had brought up had dissipated.

It only took me a couple of minutes to pack. I had been living a dual existence these last few months. My school attendance barely met the minimum requirements. Every other moment I had was spent in the arms of my gorgeous mother, or in playing family with her and my brother Ian.

I only had to throw a few books into a gym bag, deluding myself that I might get a moment to study for my upcoming midterms, some toiletries, and my favorite sweater. Then I was out the door and half-running to my car.

On the drive back I had to keep reminding myself to slow down. I kept thinking of my mom at home, waiting for me and my foot kept getting heavier on the pedal. I eventually had to take it right off and force myself to take a few deep breaths. I did not want a massive fine or an accident to potentially ruin the greatest night of my life.

My dick was rock hard the entire journey back.

Despite my efforts at caution, I still think I set a new record for the drive between school and home. I pulled into the drive just as the sun was setting. I turned the engine off and sat for a minute as it ticked away the heat. I felt giddy, my pulse racing, excitement gripping my throat. This was the final step.

A movement caught my eye and I glanced up. I glimpsed a figure flitting past the kitchen windows. The lights were on inside the house and from that barest hint of motion I could discern that it was my mother. Nobody moves with her grace.

We had been intimate for months now, but this felt like a first date. Sucking in a last sharp breath, I drummed out a short rat-a-tat-tat on the steering wheel, and then launched myself out of the car.

I strode with purpose up to the front door, clearing the steps in a single bound. I unlocked the door and slipped inside, shutting and locking it again behind me.

She was waiting for me when I found her, her back to the counter, a glass of wine in her hand and a look in her eyes with enough heat to kindle a campfire.

"Hi, Ch-" she began, but I did not let her finish. A single step and she was wrapped in my embrace, my lips pressed to hers. Her eyes widened and then, gradually, her heavy lashes closed and her mouth opened, growing soft and welcoming. I tasted the rich burnt caramel of the wine on her tongue. I smelled the scent she had put on just for me. I felt the silken fabric of the dress she wore, clinging to her hourglass figure.

I let out a moan as my hard cock rubbed against her thigh. She shivered in my arms. God, I wanted her so much.

Our kiss broke as a smile grew across her lips. Mine grew to match and then we were staring into each other's eyes, grinning like idiots.

"I missed you, baby," She purred, "Did you miss me too?" She gave a soft chuckle as her hand palmed the hardness in my pants, "I guess so."

"You have no idea," I moaned, looking up at the ceiling as she massaged my cock through the denim, while placing soft kisses on my neck. "God, you had better stop that," I bleated, "Otherwise this will be over before it even begins."

"Are you that excited?" She teased the top button of my jeans open.

"What about Ian?"

"Already asleep," her mouth was at my ear, nibbling my lobe. She gestured towards the baby monitor which rested on the counter beside her. "You are so hard," she sighed into my ear.

"I have been all week, thanks to you."

"Poor baby," she slipped a hand into my pants and I felt the heat of her naked palm on my shaft, "You haven't touched yourself? Not even once? Even with all those pictures I sent you?"

"No," I gasped, as she released my cock from my underwear, "It nearly killed me, but I've been saving every drop for you."

She cooed appreciatively, snuggling her body closer as she cupped my balls. Her huge breasts molded themselves around my side.

"Fuck!" I hissed, as precome dribbled out of my tip and covered her knuckles. My mom giggled and, to my surprise and delight, she raised her hand to her mouth and lapped up the liquid like a kitten.

"You always get so hard for mommy. You're always ready for me, aren't you?"

"Day or night. Luckily you are with a younger man. Who else could keep up with your insatiable needs?" I raised a cocky eyebrow at her.

"Why don't we get started then?" She teased, sliding her hips against me, "Apparently I am pretty insatiable."

"Now?" I asked, unable to hide the surprise, "What about the build-up? The dinner? All this?" I nodded towards the kitchen counters where evidence of my mom's preparations lay everywhere, and to the dining room where it had clearly been set up for a romantic dinner.

"Oh, fuck all that," My mom waved her hand dismissively. It was shocking enough to hear her swear, but it was even more so when she let go of my cock and seductively bent herself over the kitchen counter. Her short dress rode high and, as she positioned herself, I could see the tops of her stockings where they connected to their straps.

"I know how long you've been waiting for this. You've been so good. Why wait any longer?"

I felt like I had stepped into one of my teenage wet dreams. It very nearly ended as abruptly and as messily as one of them right then and there. "But shouldn't it be special?" I stumbled, cursing myself inwardly for being such a girl.

My mom looked at me through her long lashes as she began to hike up her dress over her ample backside and replied, "There will be plenty of time for special. We are going to be doing this a lot in the future. A lot. More than you dreamed possible."

I gulped involuntarily as she rolled her dress all the way up to her garter. The perfect orbs of her plump ass were presented to me, clearly visible through the sheer fabric of her underwear.

"Jesus," I groaned. My hands acted on their own, reaching out to seize the very pleasing broadness of her hips. My fingers automatically hooked into the elastic of her underwear. She arched her back as I peeled the material down, exposing the creamy expanse of her cheeks. As I sank with the lowering underwear I glimpsed her pussy through the narrow aperture between her thighs, a pussy that looked as tortured as my cock. It was already so dewed with desire that I could tell it was not just my urgent need we were trying to satisfy here.

"Take me hard," she growled through gritted teeth, "I want to feel your come inside me. We can worry about making love later."

I wanted to hesitate again, to be certain this was what she really wanted, but the need in her eyes brought that line of thought to a brutal halt. My belt buckle jangled as I fumbled to get my jeans and boxers down to mid-thigh. As I lined myself up, my mother shuffled her feet apart a little more, giving me a further invitation I did not really need at this point.

"We're definitely protected?" My voice came out husky with need as I paused, my dick dripping into her panties, just millimeters from her entrance.

"I haven't missed a pill all week. Now, stop torturing me. Give mommy your cock."

That made any more hesitation impossible. The short distance I had to move forward felt like diving out of an airplane. My stomach rose into my throat with the thrill as I sank into her buttery warmth with a sigh. I was home in every way that a person could be. Her insides embraced me, folding around me. When I tried to withdraw for my first thrust her liquid heat sucked impatiently at my length.

"Fuck me, Chase," she commanded, laying herself flat on the granite slab of the kitchen counter. Her huge breasts pancaked against the cold stone, pressing out to either side of her torso despite the constraints of her bra and dress.

I slammed into her, sending a quiver through the mass of her backside. "Oh God," I gave a mournful cry as I did it again. Already I could feel the ache of my cruelly confined pleasure rattling its cage.

It was at this precise moment that the monitor made a click and static blasted through. I paused, balls deep inside my mother, her wonderfully mushy backside squashed up against my belly. A baby voice murmured. I swore inwardly.

"Don't worry," My mom soothed me, "He's probably just talking in his sleep. He'll settle in a moment."

I gripped her hips and held her ass tight to me. It felt incredible just to be encased inside her. I took a moment to enjoy the incredible sight and sensation of my mother, bare assed and bent over her own kitchen counter with my cock inside her.

To my immense relief, she turned out to be right, a moment later the monitor clicked again and the static went silent. I ran my hand up her back and took hold of her shoulders. I had barely moved inside her and I was already trembling on the edge.

My mom, as ever, knew me better than I knew myself and gasped, "Don't hold back. Fill me up, baby. I want to feel you flood my insides, don't wait any longer. Mommy needs your come."

She must have known the effect her words would have on me. Shamefully, on only the third or fourth thrust into her, I felt the cage burst open. I voiced a cry at the pleasure that boiled up out of me. Nothing had felt so good before. I spasmed hard and began to pour thick lashings of searing hot come deep into my mom's greedy cunt.

"Ooh, that feels so good!" She panted as I pumped every painfully pent up drop of my come inside her.

"S-sorry," I shuddered with my dying spasms. She was so full of my seed it seeped out of her even though I was still plugging her with my fat cock. "It was just too good."

My mom giggled girlishly and waggled her bottom, "Don't apologize, that felt amazing." With me still buried inside her, she half turned and took hold of my t-shirt, pulling me down for a long, wet kiss. I felt myself stir inside her.

"See," she grinned over her shoulder, "You're already practically ready to go again."

I collapsed on top of her, crushing her against the granite counter. I breathed in the scent of her honey-colored hair and sighed, "You're going to kill me, mom."

"But can you think of a better way to go?"

I shook my head with my face still buried in her silken tresses.

"Such a good boy," she reached back a hand and patted my head. "Now, keep being a good boy and, when you pull out, pull my panties back up quickly. I want to feel your warm come inside me while I finish making our dinner."

All I could manage was a whimper of agreement. What woman on Earth could compare to my mother? Carefully I drew back. My semi-hard cock slopped out of her and, despite my best efforts, a big blob of sticky white semen dripped out and ran down her inner thigh.