PAVLOV'S MOM

The irony in Samantha Milford's name was not lost on her son Jason. He had been born when she was just a young girl of 18 and now at 36, even with a son who was legally an adult, she was still just as stunning as ever. Just as her name implied, she was indeed a MILF. Since he was around 14, Jason had known just how attractive his mother was. Like most boys that age, he was just discovering himself and began seeing women in a whole new way. Naturally, his gorgeous mother became the object of many of his masturbatory fantasies and he was now long past the point of feeling shame due to that fact. Over the years, his affections had blossomed as he found that he got the most pleasure from reading stories online about mothers and sons in sexual relationships. He loved the idea of a mother submitting to her son and soon found that his thoughts whilst pleasuring himself would often return to those of his mother on her knees in front of him.

It was his high school graduation day that he decided he'd had enough fantasizing. His mother had been quite lonely over the course of the previous year, having recently completed a nasty divorce with his father for cheating during the previous Summer. She'd been quite clingy towards Jason since then, but never in quite the way that he'd secretly hoped for. She would treat him like one of her girlfriends usually, venting and complaining to him about his father. The night after Jason's graduation ceremony, she had taken the opportunity to break out an old bottle of wine and poured some for them both to celebrate. By the end of the night, he had barely finished a single glass and his mother had finished off the rest of the bottle. The more she drank, the more she vented to her son. She talked about how she'd put in so much time and effort to make her marriage work and how her ex husband had given that all up for a fling with some young floozy. Then she talked about how she'd gotten so much money in the divorce settlement, saying that it "served him right", then giggling herself into a fit. She was hanging all over him while she spoke and her son's head was filled with impure thoughts.

"I'm so proud of you, sweetie!" she'd declared, leaning in and tenderly kissing her newly graduated son on the cheek before drunkenly passing out on the couch.

He sat there watching her for the next fifteen minutes or so, visually taking in all of her petite figure. He watched her large, heaving breasts move up and down as she breathed. It was as if they were begging to be let out of her tight blouse that was most certainly a size or two too small for her bust, but only made her moderately slim waist look even slimmer . He admired her soft, thick thighs and how they looked pressing out against her skirt, continuing upwards before ending where her white cotton panties began. He observed how her dark brown hair had been sprawled across the couch and dipped down into the top of her blouse, flowing down between her large creamy breasts that squeezed together, pouring out of the top of her clothing. And he loved the way her thick, full, and beautiful lips looked with her dark red lipstick on.

Maybe it was just his friend in his pants thinking for him, but staring at her stretched out on the couch that night, he knew he was done just fantasizing about his mother. But he didn't want her like this. For him to take advantage of his drunken mother would be shameful and would damage their relationship beyond all repair. No, he wanted his mother to be a willing participant. If it was possible, he wanted her to initiate. It was then and there, looking down at this sexy woman stretched out before him that he made himself a promise; before a year was up, those beautiful red lips would be around his cock.

Since his father had been kicked out, his mother had started masturbating in her bedroom next to Jason's nearly every night. However, she didn't know that the now defunct air vent between their bedrooms would allow him to hear her gasps and moans of pleasure quite clearly from the comfort of his own bed. The vent was a remnant from before the home was remodeled, years before they'd bought the home 12 years prior. Nearly every night, Samantha would go to her tall oak dresser, open the top drawer, retrieve her large pink vibrating dildo and pleasure herself well into the night. But she didn't know that her son would silently open the air vent from his side, where he could then easily listen to her cries of passion whilst he too pleasured himself. It was a great system that he had worked out for himself, but after graduation night it was simply not enough.

The first part of Jason's plan was simple. He visited the mall the next day to buy some sexy but subtle cologne. When he got home, his first course of action was to remove the grate from his side of the air vent. Inside, he placed the bottle of cologne in such a way that if it was to spray, it would do so directly up into his mother's room. He attached a long plastic rod to the nozzle in such a way that if he pressed down on one side of the rod, the nozzle would give a spritz of cologne. Then, he placed the grate back onto the vent, making sure that the plastic rod would poke out of the grate just enough that he could press it, but not enough to be noticed unless you were looking for it. That night, Jason waited in his room for his mother to begin her nightly routine. It wasn't long after she'd changed into her nightgown that he heard the squeak of her dresser drawer, followed by the familiar click on and then buzz of her bright pink toy. Oh, if only his mother knew that he'd heard that noise so many times. He wondered what she might think to know that he'd listened to her masturbatory cries so many times. And what's more, he'd joined in with her nearly every time he heard it. But tonight, his first line of business was to wait until she was really into it, then he pressed down on the rod, spraying a small amount of cologne into her room. Not enough to really be noticeable, but enough for her to smell it unconciously, if at all. With that, he quietly got up into his bed and masturbated, thinking of all the wonderful things he was going to do to her when his plan was finished.

His next step was to start spending more alone time with his mother. Now that school was out, he had a lot of free time to kill and he knew that he'd have to spend more time with her if he ever wanted to develop a relationship, let alone to bed her. So that's just what he did. He'd help her fold laundry, he'd help her cook and do dishes, they would sit and play chess or checkers, but most importantly, he'd convinced her that they should have a nightly or semi-nightly movie every night over the Summer.

"We should spend more time together before Summer ends," he'd told her, "I don't know how much we'll see each other if I start college in September or if I get a job."

She'd thought it was a great idea and they'd soon created a rather large queue of movies to watch on Netflix together. So, five or six nights a week, the two would sit down on the couch and watch a film, be it a classic, a sci-fi or one of countless romantic comedies. And as time went on, his mother became very relaxed around him. While they'd started on opposite sides of the couch, soon they were sitting next to one another and sometimes even falling asleep on the other's shoulder before the movie finished.

This led to part three of his plan. While he'd kept spraying the cologne every night while she played with herself, starting to spray more and more as time went on and he still continued to spend time with her, this next step would be equally important. The next step was to initiate touch with her as a regular thing. It started simply enough; he'd touch her shoulder here and there when she'd make a joke or when she would vent about his father but as time went on, he started touching more and more. He'd eventually be able to put his arm around her or hug her whenever it felt appropriate and there was no awkwardness. He'd become closer to his mother than he'd been even as a child. Eventually one day he was helping her fold some laundry when he decided to try pushing the envelope.

"Have you lost some weight recently, mom?" he asked her, knowing full well that she hadn't and didn't need to.

"Oh don't you try to flatter me," she replied, giggling "if you need to borrow some money, you can just ask, you know."

"No, I'm serious. You look beautiful today."

"Now you're just being silly."

"You're right, mom. I am. You look beautiful every day." he rebutted, taking a chance and poking her tummy lightly, wiggling his finger.

"Stop!" she laughed, shifting away, "You know I'm ticklish!"

"Oh are you, now?" he smirked, continuing to tickle her with his finger, secretly proud that things were going just as he'd hoped.

He continued tickling her, eventually with both hands and all five fingers. It was just a little horseplay. No ulterior motives. But it set a precedent that Jason new would pave the way for things to come. He had broken the physical contact barrier.

After that, he'd initiate impromptu tickle fights with his mother every so often for the fun of it. And she would even try to tickle him back. It was everything he could ask for and more. Not only was he getting permission to touch her, but now she was actively trying to touch him. The two had become much more comfortable with one another, physically, and he could not have dreamed things would progress so quickly. September came and went and Jason had decided to take a year-long break from school to "recharge his batteries" (or so he told his mother) and he would attend college in the Fall of next year. His real reason for not starting that year was to have more time to devote to the seduction of his mother that he was convinced was going completely according to plan. He continued to compliment her regularly, as well. He knew that would be another key to making her see him as more than a son. They continued their semi-nightly movie watching and soon it had become something they did routinely, without even thinking about it. Eventually, due to his mother becoming more comfortable with physical contact and with slow drop in temperature now that Summer was over, she even began snuggling up next to him on the couch, where they would share a blanket. That was when Jason had decided to push the cologne portion of the plan a little further.

He'd entered her room one day while she was out shopping and opened her top drawer where she kept her sexual toy. He looked in at the bright pink vibrating dildo he'd envied for so long. But this time, he knew that one day it would be him thrusting in and out of her. He leaned over the drawer and he sprayed a spritz of the cologne inside. It was a very subtle scent, but still slightly noticeable. Now, not only would she smell the cologne while she masturbated, but also from the very device that she used to do so. Theoretically, the scent of the cologne alone would soon be enough to make his mother extremely horny. Learning about Pavlov in 10th grade had finally come in handy.

The next night, once the movie had finished, he was given the opportunity to push the envelope once again.

"I wish I was young and beautiful again like that girl in the film" she said sullenly, obviously thinking back to how her husband had cheated on her with a younger woman.

"You are, mom! You're easily twice as beautiful as she was!"

"Oh, but you have to say that because I'm your mother," she replied, "No boy your age thinks women my age are attractive."

"Oh but how wrong you are." he said, taking a gulp before going any further, "Can I be honest for a minute here, mom?"

"You may," she said, skeptically, "but only if you're really being honest and not just trying to make your old mom feel better."

"The truth is mom, you're hot." he said, getting ready for a verbal lashing, "I'm sure every guy you meet finds you insanely sexy and attractive."

"Well that was... certainly unexpected"

"I'm sorry, mom. I probably said too much."

"No, no. It's nice to hear. In fact, hearing it from you makes me believe it even more." she said, proudly, "It must have been very uncomfortable for you to say that."

"Not at all, mom. It's the truth. You're one of the sexiest women that I can think of."

"Well thank you for saying so," she said, blushing.

He'd made her blush! She was flattered by his compliments. He was almost too happy to contain himself. Hopefully those comments would plant seeds in her mind for what was to come.

"Now, I need to get to bed," she said, turning to leave. But not before leaning over and giving her son a kiss on the cheek. Something that hadn't happened since he was a small boy being tucked in for bedtime.

From then on out, her son's compliments and a nightly kiss on the cheek before bed had become the norm. Every night, he'd think of a reason to compliment his mother's appearance, calling her gorgeous, beautiful, hot, or even sexy. And every night, his mother would lean over across the couch to kiss her son on the cheek before heading up to bed to masturbate. Of course, Jason would head up to his room right after her to spray the cologne through the vent, as well. His mother continued snuggling with him on the couch, too. And some nights, when she was particularly tired, she would even lie her head down in his lap. It took all he had to not get an erection, but he pressed on, knowing that soon it would all pay off.

The next step was a test of sorts. Six months of conditioning had passed and he was finally confident enough to try his first planned test. He would need spray the cologne at a time in which his mother wasn't already horny to see if the scent alone would be enough to get her going. One night, before they watched their movie and before his mother had even changed into her nightgown, he went and retrieved the cologne from his vent. Around halfway through dinner, he sprayed a little cologne into the air while his mother was looking away.

Within seconds, she seemed different. She seemed distracted by something. Had it worked?

"Are you ok, mom? You look like you're trying to remember something."

"Yes, I'm... I just think I may need to go lie down."

"Are you ok?"

"Yes, of course. I just think I might need to get to bed early tonight is all" she replied, "It looks like I'm going to have to skip out on our movie tonight."

"Awww, I was really looking forward to that today," he said, trying to hide his joy.

"I'm sorry, Jason. Can you please clean up dinner for me?" she said. She seemed urgent, now. Like she had to get up to her room as soon as possible. He swore he saw his mother's hand rub between her thighs a little when she thought he wasn't looking.

"Of course, mom."

She turned to head out of the room before he had a good idea.

"What about my goodnight kiss?" he said, walking over to her.

"Uh.. yeah. Of course." she said, leaning in to kiss him. That was when it happened. She kissed her son on the lips. She even held it there for a few seconds, lingering. She couldn't think straight and it felt so nice to kiss someone, even if it was her own son. Her hand wiggled between her thighs, lightly brushing against her panties from underneath her short skirt. She was so worked up and she absolutely needed to get upstairs to relieve herself.

"Bingo!" Jason thought, pretending that he didn't see his mother touching herself in such an intimate way.

It was a brief kiss. Just a peck. But he knew it meant something important. It was the next logical step in their relationship. He wouldn't have to wait long, now. He quickly cleaned up the kitchen and ran upstairs to his room. Sure enough, he heard from his grate the same noises he'd heard many a night before. His mother was masturbating, but tonight she was much louder. She must have really worked herself into a frenzy. Or rather, her son and his cologne had. Her cries were so loud that Jason likely could have heard them from his room whether he'd had the grate open or not. She got louder and louder as she continued, completely oblivious to how loud she had become. She couldn't even think about the volume of her voice. Her thoughts were dominated by lust and the intense pleasure she was giving herself. Jason rubbed his cock right along with her, but it wasn't long before he heard his mother scream out in passion, climaxing right next door. After that was silence. She must have fallen asleep. Jason was so excited that he didn't care she had stopped before he had finished. His mother had lost all inhibitions that night and he knew that it was because of his cologne.

From that point on, a kiss on the lips had become customary before bed in the Milford home. The next night, when his mother leaned in to kiss him goodnight, Jason kept his face turned towards hers and their lips made contact once more. She didn't think twice about it or question it at all. She just didn't seem to see the difference, now.

Jason's second test was late one night, several hours after his mother had fallen asleep. He waited until the dead of night, when he was certain she as sleeping, then he snuck past her door and into her room. He admired her quietly in the dark for a bit before putting his plan into action. He sprayed the cologne in her direction, then quickly slunked back into his own room to wait at the grate. It wasn't long before she was stirring in her bed. It started with some light noises of the sheets rubbing together and before long, his mother was panting heavily. The smell alone was enough to wake her up and work her into a horny frenzy. Soon enough, she was being just as loud as she had the other night and Jason was enjoying every minute of holding such a power over his beautiful mother. It would not be long now. Soon she would be ripe and his for the taking.

Two weeks later, he'd decided to take his mother out to dinner for her birthday. He treated her to a night at her favorite restaraunt and bought her the finest bottle of wine on the menu. She didn't know what to say. It was so unexpected. But her son had ulterior motives. He had brought the cologne along with him for a third test.

"You are such a fine son," she said, thanking him, "How did you even afford this?"

"I had some money saved up. It seemed important to treat you to a nice dinner."

"You're so sweet." she cooed, "So gentlemanly."

"I assure you mom, it's a pleasure. I like doing things for you." he said with a wink.

Around halfway through the dinner, he sprayed the cologne. This time there was a change in behavior immediately. His mother started shifting in her seat. She looked even more distracted than last time.

"Are you alright, mom?" he asked, knowing full well what the problem was.

"I... need.... I'm going to the bathroom." she said quickly, hopping up and briskly walking towards the restrooms.

He watched her go into the ladies' room and waited for quite awhile. It was at least fifteen minutes before she returned, looking more relaxed but at the same time, quite red-faced. And there it was. He had made her masturbate in public. She'd relieved herself in the ladies' room and it was because of him. The situation was having a huge impact on him and he found himself extremely excited.

"We should get going, Jason." she said, looking slightly paranoid.

"Aren't you going to finish your food?"

"I'm afraid I'm not feeling very well," she replied, "I'm sorry to ruin your present for me."

Ah, but the present had not been ruined. The whole drive home, all he could think about was how he had made her so horny that she must have rubbed herself in that bathroom. That night, he listened through the grate as she fucked herself for nearly an hour with her toy. When she finally came, he knew that the time had finally arrived. Tomorrow night, over six months of work would finally pay off. He was finally going to fuck his mother.The next day, Jason spent a good deal of time planning. He picked out a romantic comedy with a few steamy love scenes from their queue to watch for the night. He had trimmed his pubic hair. He'd prepared a bottle of wine for dinner, this time limiting his mother to only one glass, wanting only to lower her inhibitions and not to get her drunk. He even left out his favorite shade of his mother's lipstick by the sink, hoping she would wear it and still have it on when she wrapped her lips around his dick. By the time dinner was over, it had all wiped off, but he decided to press his luck.

"That lipstick you wore today looked really nice, mom." he told her.

"You think so?" she asked, "That's actually my favorite shade."

"Mine too, mom. Now, let's get ready for the movie."

As his mother went upstairs to change into her nightgown, Jason ran to his room. There, he grabbed the cologne and changed into some pajamas. His pajama pants had a flap in the front for easy access and he thought it might come in handy if all went according to plan. Before heading down, he sprayed some of the cologne on his genitals, knowing that if he opened the flap in his pants tonight, the smell would be particularly strong around his cock.

He was happy to see when he went downstairs that his mother had reapplied her lipstick after changing into her nightgown. She must have done it just for him, enjoying the compliment he'd paid her earlier. She looked beautiful in her outfit and Jason was becoming increasingly excited. He had to keep himself from staring at her cleavage for too long at a time. He didn't know how long he could last tonight and he did not want to ruin things before there was even a chance to put his plan into action.

The first half of the film went rather normally. His mother had ended up in just the position he was hoping for. She had her head in his lap, using his right thigh as a pillow. He draped his right arm down alongside hers and his hand was on the side of her waist, cuddling up against her. He was having a very difficult time not getting in erection in anticipation of what he was hoping was about to happen. Just as a particularly steamy scene was starting, he took the plunge and sprayed a little cologne from behind his mother's head. He instinctively held on to her a little tighter, for fear that she would run up to her room again when she started feeling the cologne's effects. The changes were almost immediately noticeable. She started squirming around on the couch and so he held on to her just a little bit tighter, pulling her in closer.

"Jason..." she started.

"Yes, mother?"

"Jason, mommy needs to get up." she said, squirming even more. He wrapped his arm around her waist a little, holding her closer to him.

"Why would you want to do that?" he asked, his erection starting to form at the thought of his mother becoming aroused in his arms.

"Jason, mommy needs to, ohhhh..." she trailed off as she started rubbing her legs together.

"What's wrong, mommy?", he laughed, amused that she was referring to herself as such and finding it incredibly arousing.

"I... uh... oh god, Jason please..." she wasn't even able to complete a sentence. Her legs continued rubbing together as her hand worked it's way between her thighs and she twisted around to face more in his direction, now completely uninterested in what was happening on the television.

"Mommy?" he asked, looking down at her face, which was now looking up at his.

"Mmmmmm, wha?"

While she was looking up into his eyes, her son used his free hand to pull his penis out through the hole in his pants. Instead of answering her semi-coherent question, he merely stared back at her, holding the eye contact. She bit her bottom lip and started up at him, her eyes practically begging him to let her go upstairs so she could masturbate. His mother was writhing in heat and he knew it. He had her right where he wanted her and he was ready. He nodded in the direction of his erect penis and his mother looked down to see what he was looking at.

As soon as she saw it, her eyes shot open and she gasped. When had he taken that out of his pants? She licked her lips and admired how thick it was. Almost immediately, her nostrils were filled with a sexy and somehow familiar scent. The smell was maddening and every little sniff filled her more and more with lust. And what's more, it seemed to be emanating from her son's beautiful erect cock. She had become so horny so quickly. How had this happened? She was having trouble concentrating on anything but her arousal and how sexy the scent was. But she also thought about how amazing her son's cock looked, practically basking in the glow of that alluring scent. She licked her lips again, unable to think straight. She looked back up at her son, hoping he would provide some sort of answer to a question she could no longer remember, but he merely nodded back down towards his lap again. Or rather, towards his crotch. Her eyes returned to his erection again as he let go of her, knowing he no longer had to keep her restrained.

She adjusted herself into a more comfortable position, staring at it all the while. Surrendering to her most primal of urges, she leaned in and let her thick red lips roll over the head as she took it into her mouth. He felt his cock being enveloped by her warm wetness as her lips slowly continued down his shaft before reaching his testicles. She held his shaft in her mouth for a bit, her tongue wiggling around his shaft and poking at his balls. The scent had gotten so strong, and the undeniable sexiness was now the only thing on her mind. Then, just as slowly as they'd worked their way down, her lips started to slide back up, before they reached his engorged head again. She gently nursed on his tip as she began to slip a finger inside of herself, moaning into his cock as she licked at his slit.

He didn't want to ruin the moment, but it was finally happening. He'd wanted it for nearly 5 years, and now here his mother was, sucking him like a pro. He couldn't resist putting his hand on her cheek. He ran his fingers through her hair, gently petting the top of her head.

"That's a good mommy." he moaned, as she continued lightly sucking on the tip of his penis, "Mommy loves sucking her son's big cock, doesn't she?"

Without even hearing the words he was saying, she continued working her way down his shaft with her tight lips, flicking her tongue against the head as she moved down. She worked her way up and down his shaft expertly, at a slow and steady pace. It was a pace that told him that his mother had been aching for a cock to fill that sexy mouth of hers for quite some time. Almost as if she was avoiding making him cum too quickly, else she would not be allowed to continue sucking him off. She bobbed her head up and down on him, not saying or thinking anything. She was lost in the moment, not even considering the fact that this was her son she was fellating, but instead just enjoying his shape in her mouth, the taste of his precum on her tongue, the gentleness of his hand rubbing the side of her face, and the feeling of her own fingers rubbing at her pussy through her cotton panties.

Her pace sped up just a little as she began rubbing herself faster as well. Jason was getting closer. Her lips were tight on his shaft as she descended, making sure to go all the way down to his balls before coming back up to his bulbous head. She began gently sucking on the tip again, as if she could sense him getting closer to climax, wanting to prolong the blowjob until the very last second. As she descended again, her son let out a little moan that meant he was almost ready to blow. She continued up and down for the next minute or so before he tensed up, instinctively grabbing handfuls of her hair as he got ready.

"Mommmyyyyyyyy!" he cried, his cum bubbling up his shaft and spewing out into his mother's mouth and down her throat.

She kept sucking for a bit longer, prolonging her son's orgasm and swallowing every last drop of his cum until he was finally empty, then removing him from her mouth once his erection was clean.

"Oh mommy, I love you so much." he told her, again rubbing his hand on her face and head.

His mother finally looked back up at him with her lustful eyes. She was obviously still quite horny and unfulfilled. Jason pushed her down onto her back on the couch and lunged at her. He took her hand from between her legs and pulled both of them above her head, holding her wrists in his one hand, taking full control of his horny mother. His mother's eyes were burning with lust. She needed to be fucked. But first, he was going to have some fun.

"My, my, my, mommy. You're all turned on, aren't you?" he asked her, enjoying having her completely under his control.

She was completely silent. She just looked deeply back into his eyes, hornier than ever, rubbing her thighs together again, wriggling around beneath him.

He reached down and rubbed a single finger along her slit over top of her soaked panties, sending shivers throughout her entire body, never breaking eye contact with her the entire time.

"You're so wet, mommy. I bet you wish you could play with yourself right now."

He leaned in and pressed his mouth onto hers, slipping his tongue between her lips and using it to explore her mouth. Moaning into him, his mother's tongue joined in and soon their two tongues were dancing from mouth to mouth. The two of them made out like teenagers for several minutes before he pulled away from his sex kitten of a mother, leaving her only wanting more. Next, he leaned down to her neck and stuck his tongue out. He pressed his tongue to her collar bone and licked upwards, across her neck. As he did this, his mother's body shivered even harder than before, completely involuntarily. She really was a slave to her desires and he enjoyed every minute of it. He guided his tongue around her neck, licking, sucking, and even biting at her soft, salty skin, teasing her more and more. His free hand instinctively grabbed her breast over her nightgown and began rubbing it in slow circles. She moaned again as her son once again moved upwards and lapped his tongue against her own, pressing it forcefully into her mouth.

His hand started venturing downwards again and she tensed up, excited by the prospect of being touched in her most precious of places once more. But this time, his hand was not venturing to her pussy, but to the bottom of her nightgown. He pulled the gown up and over, letting go of her wrists only briefly to fully remove it and throw it across the room. Now his mother was in only her bra and panties. It was the closest to naked that he'd ever seen her and she started to look slightly embarrassed, trying to squeeze together and cover herself.

"Oh no, no, no." he scolded her, pulling her wrists back up and pinning her legs down with his knees, "I want to get a good look at you."

He glanced up and down, drinking in the sight of his sexy mother in her unmentionables. Her breasts looked so full in the bra, but he knew that it was not enough. He lowered his head into her cleavage and enjoyed the feeling of his face being enveloped by her large bust. He kissed the side of her breast and enjoyed her reaction as he felt her writhing beneath him. Her breasts must have been very sensitive. He dragged his tongue along the top of her breast, teasing her and all the while loving the taste and texture of her skin. She continued wriggling around underneath her son, helpless to endure his sexual teasing.

He reached his free hand around to her back and began to unclasp her bra. It was difficult from his position, but he'd soon managed. Now, all that was keeping him from seeing his mother's beautiful chest was a thin layer of fabric lying on her large ample breasts.

"I'm going to take off your bra now, mommy." he told her, still enjoying the look of sexual frustration in her eyes. She so desperately needed stimulation, but he would not give it.

He slowly peeled back the bra to be greeted by the most amazing pair of breasts he had ever seen. Her light pink areolae were perfect and symmetrical, not too big and not too small. He'd only dreamed about what her bare breasts would look like before now and he stared at them for a good while, taking it all in. He noticed her hard nipples poking out at him, a clear sign that she was very aroused. He let go of her wrists and brought his mouth down to her left nipple. He knew that he didn't have to worry about her hands, because as soon as he took the nipple into his mouth and began to suck on it, she grasped the back of his head, running her fingers through his hair. It wasn't the kind of stimulation that she'd wanted, but it would have to do for now. He sucked at her teat for a good while, taking her other nipple between his thumb and pointer finger, pinching it lovingly. He loved the way her breast naturally tasted, reminding him faintly of strawberries. His sucking aroused her even further than before and soon she was panting loudly. Several times, he bit her nipple lightly, and every time he did, she would tense up and pull his hair a little. He loved that he could illicit such reactions from his mother and knew that it would not be difficult at all to get her all worked up like this whenever he wanted. He teased her breasts a bit longer before deciding to take things even further.

As soon as her breast left his mouth, he brought her wrists together again and pinned her to the couch. This time, he had a look of fire in his eyes as he leaned down to whisper in her ear.

"I love sucking you almost as much as you love sucking me."

His hand slid down her frame and she once again tensed up as this time he slid his fingers into the waistband of her panties. Immediately they were greeted by a brush of her neatly trimmed pubic hair. His fingers continued down until he felt the warmth and wetness of her juices. His mother gasped as he rubbed at her slit, prolonging the teasing by touching her but not quite giving her the stimulation that she so desperately needed. He pressed his mouth onto hers again and soon his finger was focused on her hot little button. She writhed beneath him, moaning loudly into his mouth as their tongues battled it out. He rubbed her clit over and over, enjoying the effect it was having on her. He pressed down hard on it at one point and it nearly sent her over the edge. When he finally pushed his finger into her hole, it was nearly too much for her to take. She broke the kiss and cried out loudly, her son taking that as a sign to move his finger in and out of her wet hot pussy. He worked his finger in and out of her for a good while before she began shivering even harder than the previous times. Her breathing quickened and Jason knew he would soon make his mother cum on his hand. His mother's breathing quickened as she began tensing up for an orgasm that never came, for just as she was about to begin her climax, her son removed his hand from her panties completely.

She glared up at him, devastated and incredibly horny. She needed to cum and he was not going to allow her to. He brought his hand up to her mouth and ordered her to lick his finger clean. Pinned to the couch as she was, she complied and sucked her own juices from his finger in the most seductive way she could.

When he removed his finger from her mouth, his hand began venturing South again. This time, he removed his boxers and once again, motioned to his mother to look down at his erect penis. It had recovered and was now just as hard as it was when she'd sucked it earlier. She looked down at it and her pussy began to tingle at the thought. He rubbed it on her panties slowly and without rhythm, poking at her hot sex through the thin wet fabric of her panties. Her pussy was burning, she badly needed to cum and her son just went on teasing her. He reached down and pulled her panties aside, continuing to rub his cock against her wetness, this time with no cloth barrier between the two of them.

He lined his penis up with her hole, brought his face close to hers and looked directly into her eyes.

"Mommy, you have been so quiet all night." he said, obviously teasing her, "Don't you have anything to say?"

His mother remained silent, partly out of embarrassment and partly because she was so aroused that it was difficult to form thoughts into words.

"You're so wet, mommy. Do you need to cum?"

Still no answer.

"Tell me what you want me to do, mommy."

She continued staring into his eyes, hoping he would just get bored of teasing her and do it already.

"Tell me what you need me to do." he said, making it quite plain that he wouldn't do it until he got a response.

"Please..." she started, meekly.

"Please what, mommy?"

"Please... fuck me, Jason. Fuck mommy." she said, fully accepting the new title she had been given as he finally pressed into her.

He pushed his dick all the way into his mother's wet hole and held it there for a moment, taking it all in. He was finally where he'd wanted to be for so long. He was fucking his mother the way that he'd always dreamed. He was snapped out of it by his mother, who started pressing into him, obviously wanting him to start moving. He pulled his cock out partway and then shoved it in again, much harder this time, causing his mother to gasp in pleasure. He pushed it in and out of her with increasing speed, now fully fucking his mother, enjoying her panting and gasping from a much more enjoyable position than he was used to. He fucked his mother harder and harder, loving the idea of dominating her even further. He wanted to maker her his completely. He wanted to fuck her into such a submission that she would belong to him even without the need of the cologne.

"You like that?" he asked her, his face right next to hers, "You like being fucked by your son, you slutty mommy?"

She didn't reply, but her face said it all. She did like being fucked by her son. She loved being his slutty mother. She couldn't wait to cum all over his dick.

He pushed in and out of her over and over again, her panting increasing, now being joined by deep moans. It wouldn't be long now before he filled her with his hot white cum. Her moans got louder and more frequent as the orgasm she had been anticipating all night began to build up in her pussy. Her whole body felt tingly and her pussy became even hotter than before as she started convulsing under her son, finally letting it all go and cumming harder than she could remember cumming in a very long time. She tilted her head back and practically screamed her son's name as he continued pumping in and out of her hot pussy. Hearing her shout his name was all that Jason could take and soon he was shooting his load off deep inside of his mother. He pressed his mouth onto hers again and he shoved his tongue down her throat. He continued thrusting as his cum shot into her in several spurts. He came long and hard and when he was finally done, he remained there on top of his mother, leaving his dick inside of her as it became soft again. She was breathing very heavily, fully spent by the orgasm she'd just had.

Jason fell asleep next to his mother on the couch completely naked, curling up to her and wrapping his arm around her waist. He knew that she belonged to him now. He would have her whenever he wanted. Samantha's head became much clearer now that sex was not clouding her thoughts and her mind raced as she thought about all that had transpired. Though she still fell asleep just as the reality of what she'd just done finally began to sink in.

The next morning, Jason awoke to find himself alone on the couch. His clothes were still on the floor next to him, but his mother and her clothes were nowhere to be found. He knew that it hadn't just been a dream. His mother had definitely sucked and fucked him last night. He couldn't have dreamed something that had felt so real. He put his clothing back on and walked to the kitchen for breakfast. His mother was already sitting at the table drinking coffee and it seemed as though she had been waiting there for him. He took a seat on the other side of the table and waited to hear what she had to say.