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Sam stared at her son for a minute. She looked at his muscular chest, his narrow waist and his gorgeous cock standing at attention for her. She felt her pussy, drenched in her own juices, inside of her panties. She felt the pleasure tingling in the nipple he'd been playing with. She decided that some things were worth the risk, as long as they didn't go too far.

She licked her lips and said softly, "You know what? I got a taste of something earlier today, and I think it's time for the full meal deal."

Getting down on her knees, Sam took Jake's cock in her right hand, near the base. She pushed his dick upwards so it was pointing straight upwards and leaned in. Sticking her tongue out, Sam slowly licked the magnificent Man Cock from the base all the way up to his pulsing purple head. She revelled in the taste of him. His musk. As she got to the top, she wrapped her tongue around his head, snake-like. Tasting, smelling him. There was a bead of precum seeping out of his slit already and she used her tongue to lap it up. The taste was exactly as she remembered in the pool. An intoxicating taste that she would never get tired of.

Jake watched as his mother finished licking the head of his dick. Watched as she lowered her head to his ballsack and first sniffed and then took first one ball, and then the other into her mouth. Gently swirling her tongue around his sack, she peered up at him. It wasn't possible, and yet it happened. His dick got even harder. It pulsed and expanded visibly in front of both of them. Another bead of precum seeped out of his slit, causing her to let his ball sack fall out of her mouth to chase it. She pulled his dick down and opening up her lips just enough, covered the very top of his head. She sucked at the opening and seemed in doing so to be sucking his soul out of his body. His legs lost power and he had to sit down. She followed him, moving to between his legs as he slumped onto the couch.

Sam swirled the precum around in her mouth. Whatever was going on in her son's body, it produced a substance that was like catnip for her. The taste spoke directly to her brain. It caused her pussy to spasm as if she was orgasming, and her nipples tingled in the most distracting way. The combination was a sensation she wouldn't give up easily. Dipping her mouth down again, she licked all around her son's cock head, making sure there was nothing left over. She then gave the same long slow lick from base to head, pushing on the urethra to try and push more of that wonderful elixir out. She did get some, but it wasn't enough. She needed more of it. Glancing up at Jake's face, she slowly opened her lips, just enough to take his head into her mouth. His Man Cock was too large for her to take all of it, but she thought that if she could use her tongue and throat to simulate a pussy, she could get out of tonight with only a blowjob. Despite the way things were progressing, she had no intention of letting her son fuck her.

"Is it okay if I do this?" his Mom asked.

Jake swallowed and nodded. He'd never had a blowjob before. The exquisite feeling of his Mom's mouth as she milked his dick with her tongue, sucking as she pulled her mouth up and then pushing his dick back into her mouth again. It seemed like she was trying to swallow him whole. The up and down motion, the tight seal she had on his dick, it all combined to cause him to orgasm fairly quickly. He wasn't ashamed, there was no room for shame in his mind at that moment. It was just pleasure.

Sam smiled inwardly. She had a knack for blowjobs and even if this was her son, she wasn't going to do it half way. She could feel his cock expand in her mouth just before he came, so was prepared for the torrent of man seed that shot into her mouth. Keeping her mouth sealed around his head she swallowed as much as she could as it was delivered to her. The taste was even more lovely than his precum. What was it about her son's semen that tasted so good? Maybe she could bottle it and sell it as an aphrodisiac. She was sure Jake would be happy to provide plenty of samples.

As her son's orgasm subsided, Sam stopped having to swallow and could dedicate her attention to cleaning him up with her tongue. She was very thorough and got every inch of his cock. It was only fair that she got as much flavour as she could, he was the one who got to cum after all.

With one final slow suck, she pulled her mouth off of his softening tool with an audible 'Pop!' Jake had his head back on the couch, in another world. This was the type of thing they launched 1000 ships for. He lifted his head to look at his Mom. She was on her knees in front of him, looking like the cat that swallowed the canary.

"That. was. a. maze. ing," he said.

His Mom grinned. "I'm glad you liked it. I've never had any complaints."

She stood up and Jake surged to his feet as well. "My turn!" he blurted out. "I can make you feel like that too."

She smiled and patted his cheek. "I had my fun last night, I am satisfied. I know how teenage boys are, so I am glad I could help you relieve more tension."

Jake shook his head frantically. "No, no way Mom. I owe you one, I will do you just like you did me."

His Mom tilted her head and gave a sad smile before replying, "No Jake I don't think so. We've gone far enough. Like I said, it is too dangerous. Best leave it as we are and forget about it."

Jake frowned. He could feel the moment evaporating. Like his window of opportunity was closing. He leaned in and kissed her, wrapping his arms around her and pressing his body to hers in a full body hug. She froze for a second but as he moved his lips on her, she slowly relaxed. Her mouth responded to his, opening to let his tongue dart to hers.

Sam exalted in her son's kiss. His lips were firm but his tongue soft, lashing at hers slowly. The kiss wasn't the only thing though. She could feel his cock against her belly. It had softened after he came, but was now growing again. The feel of it snaking up her body was distracting. The feel of it's solidity growing against her mons was even more distracting. This male body in her arms wasn't her son anymore, it was the body of her lover. She could feel him take his arms from around her and grope at the buttons of her shirt. Could she let him go that far? Jake was quick. He had three buttons undone of her shirt before she knew it. Before long the entire shirt was open and he was massaging breasts in her bra.

"MMMmmphh!" she said. He released her lips and she said, "Just take it all off!"

He grinned a sideways grin that made her heart flip in her chest. He tore the shirt off of her arms and then reached around to her bra. It soon followed and mother and son embraced, skin to skin. Her breasts squished up against his chest, her nipples drilling into his. The new sensations were intoxicating, enough that she didn't realize he had undone her shorts as well and was now removing them.

She tried to stop him but it was too late, the shorts dropped down her legs with nothing to stop them. The removal of her shorts and the wet panties meant there was almost nothing between Man Cock and her pussy. The pleasure of his cock pressing up against her was so close to perfect. She hooked her fingers into her panties and pushed them off, pressing her pussy against his magnificent meat. As they kissed, arms pulling and squeezing, nails scratching, their genitalia were as close as any could get without intercourse.

Eventually Jake pulled back. "Mom, I know you want to not do this, and we can stop soon. But I want to return the favour you gave me earlier."

He steered her to the couch and lay her down. She looked up at him wonderingly as he kneeled down between her legs.

He paused to take in what he was seeing. Her pussy was mostly shaved, with just a landing strip at the top. It was moist, and as she spread her legs to give him access, her vulva spread open like a blossoming flower. As it spread apart he was able to see all of her. And perched at the top, wearing a hat like a pope was her clitoris poking out. He wasn't any kind of expert, but it looked engorged.

Bringing his face down to her crotch, Jake started by breathing on her. Letting her know that he was there. He gave little kisses along her thighs, almost nibbling. He stared at his mother's pussy from 2 inches away and then in one move he did the exact same thing she'd done earlier. Starting at the bottom, he licked all the way to her clit. He didn't linger, instead dragging his tongue all the way down again until he hit her entrance. He flicked his tongue inside of her and then did the same lick all the way to her clit. This time he lingered, slowly massaging her clit with his tongue, before stopping altogether. He moved his mouth over to her labia and sucked each side into his mouth to lathe them with his tongue. Sucking lightly before letting them slide out again.

Sam jolted at each new sensation created by Jake's mouth. She could feel an orgasm slowly building inside of her. If he could keep it up for a little while longer...

"That's it Jake, keep going!" she cried out.

Jake moved down to his mother's entrance and speared his tongue inside as far as he could. Once inside he moved his tongue around the entrance as slowly as he could, while bringing his hand up to assist. He pushed one finger inside of her pussy while trailing his tongue back up to her clit. As he leisurely plunged one and then two fingers in and out of her pussy he started an attack on her clit. First by flicking it with the very end of his stiffened tongue as fast as he could and then moving to a sucking motion.

Sam writhed on the couch. This was it. If he just went a little further...

"That's it, baby, keep going, I'm almost there!" she screamed.

Jake stopped. His Mom looked up.

"Why did you stop, you were doing a great job," she said. Her face was flushed. That same look was on her face, the look that he loved now.

"I know Mom but I didn't want to wear you out. I need to test something."

Sam dropped her head back on the couch. Frustrating boy! "What you were doing was perfect, son. You don't need to test anything else."

"All that I did to you was what I've read on the Internet. It's all new to me, so I've got one more thing I've been wanting to do, dying to do," he said with a smile.

Jake climbed up onto the couch with her, between her legs.

"I have to taste your nipples," he said, as he laid himself down on top of her.

Sam smiled and reaching up, pushed her fingers into his hair. It had been 17 years since he last breast-fed but here he was, about to do it again. He latched onto her right nipple, using his hand on the other one. She smiled and let the feelings wash over her as he suckled and nipped and licked all over her breast. This was perfect. This was something she could enjoy for hours on end. A man's body on top of her, a mouth suckling on her breast, a hard cock pushing into her.

What?

Jake was too interested in his Mom's breasts to really pay attention to what else was going on. Sure his dick was very close to her pussy, but he wasn't thinking about that. He had nipples to play with. Eventually he realized that there was a very warm hugging sensation around the head of his dick. A very wet, very warm all encompassing squeezing sensation on his dick.

Sam didn't freeze up this time. She started to push on Jake's shoulders as she realized that his cock head was spreading her lips. It was seeking for a safe harbour in the wrong place. As Jake nuzzled at her breast and unconsciously thrust his hips, the bulbous head of that beautiful Man Cock was snaking its way into her pussy.

"No, Jake...you can't. You can't fuck me, son. Take your cock out of me, please!" she said urgently.

Jake heard his mother and felt her fists on his shoulders, and so lifted his head up off of her chest.

"What?" he said as if in a trance.

He lifted his body and looked down to where his dick was perfectly lined up with the entrance to his Mom's pussy. The head was already causing her opening to stretch, to expand to accommodate his girth.

"Sorry!" he said, and braced his arms on the couch on either side of her to lift himself off of her. He could feel resistance to going any further inside of her, and so stopped.

"Don't worry Mom I don't think it can go any further, I think I'm too big." He smiled down at her, still with his dick head plugged into the entrance of her vagina.

Sam groaned as she felt her son's cock head slowly expand her opening. She let out a cry as she felt his cock head pop inside of her. She'd never taken something so wide before. She was stretched as far as she could go, but it was only at her entrance. Sam realized something, laying there with her son's cock poised to plunge further inside of her. This is what she had been craving. This was the object of her lust for the last several days, and she had full access to it. It could be hers, as much as she wanted. She just had to take it. Hesitantly, she spread her legs wider to give him room to plunge further, all he had to do was take the opportunity.

Jake's mouth dropped open as he felt his dick notch itself inside of his Mom's pussy. It grabbed his head in a hot vice and wouldn't let go. He tensed to pull himself up, as he should have done right away, but his Mom spread her legs more, causing him to sink another inch inside her pussy.

"Mom?" Jake started to say, but Sam interrupted him by grabbing his face and planting a kiss on his mouth. He closed his eyes as he felt her tongue dart out of her mouth and caress his lips. He returned the favour and was surprised at how wet his Mom's mouth was. They took turns thrusting their tongues, playing, chasing.

It was too much to ask Jake to pay attention to the kiss and ignore his instincts. His dick was warm and surrounded by wet flesh for the first two inches. He wanted to bury it, push it in all the way. But his Mom had clearly said no just a minute ago. How to reconcile the two opposing edicts? Maybe she had changed her mind? He tried to pull his mouth away to ask her but she wouldn't have it, kissing him again.

Sam could feel her pussy leaking around her son's cock. The portion that was in her, anyways. What was he doing? She had spread her legs to give him the hint to keep going, but something within her couldn't say it out loud. If he didn't get the hint, she might lose the wonderful love tool that was so ready to satisfy her every need. She rolled her hips up, and felt more of his cock enter her. Each new section of cock was a revelation. She needed more, all of it.

Jake felt his Mom roll her hips and his eyes widened as more of his dick entered her. She moaned into his mouth, letting the kiss break as her eyes rolled back. Her face took on an expression that was becoming familiar to him now. He watched her chin quiver and her mouth hung open, her eyes closed shut and her brow furrowed as her orgasm took over. He could feel her pussy clench even tighter around the 2.5 inches of his dick that was buried inside of her. Her pussy squeezed in waves, and each wave gobbled up more of his dick. Before long he was buried all the way inside of her, his balls against her ass. This was right. This is what his dick had been telling him to do. He wanted more of that.

Once her orgasm subsided, Sam paused to get used to the feeling of being so full. Her son's Man Cock was reaching places inside of her that she didn't know were reachable. She could feel every bump and vein of his cock as he slowly pulled out of her.

"I didn't mean to Mom, it slipped," he said.

She realized that he thought he had been the one to bury himself inside of her. Shifting her hips, she arranged for the best angle for him to plunge all the way back in again. She smiled up at him and wrapped her legs around his back.

"Please don't stop," Sam said.

Jake, while being inexperienced, was like all teenage boys. He was enthusiastic. He pushed his cock back into her and she let out a primal scream, feeling every inch of the cock that was penetrating her. Her juices flowed, keeping his cock lubricated as he took over the pleasurable task of fucking his mother.

He stared down at her chest at her nipples, watching her breasts bounce in time with his thrusts. He leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth, giving a sharp hard suck.

Sam cried out as she felt the dual sensations of her nipple and pussy being pleasured. She could feel her body tensing as the pleasure built in her groin, until she came again. Grasping her son's head to her chest, she squeezed with her thighs until he groaned in pain. It was hard to acknowledge his pain when it felt like lightning in her pussy and nipple at the same time. She could feel her juices soaking the couch beneath them. She had never been a squirter, but it appeared that her son had discovered a new side of her.

Once again Sam's contracting pussy squeezed down on her son's cock, but this time it was the full length of it. She smiled, remembering that it was those waves of contractions that always caused her husband to cum with her, filling her with his load. Suddenly it dawned on her that her son couldn't cum in her. Not ever. This was another reason penetration was off limits. Bill had had a vasectomy years ago, and she wasn't on the pill. Her son could get her pregnant!

As she tried to push Jake off of her she felt that it was too late. The loving squeeze of her maternal vagina on the full length of his cock had been too much for the teenager. With a final push, he buried his penis into her, the slit on his head kissing her cervix. He bellowed from his perch on top of her as his cock started delivering millions of sperm directly into the entrance of her womb. She could feel his cock pulse inside of her over and over as he completed the mother and son mating.

Jake had never cum so hard before, he was sure. He lay still, the entire length of his cock seated inside of his Mom. It was so surreal, being so close to her, both of them sweaty, both of them breathing hard, both of them in the afterglow of an orgasm. He lifted his head up to look at her and was alarmed to see a tear running down the side of her face.

"Is that a good tear?" he asked.

Sam shook her head no, and then nodded yes. Her son's brow furrowed trying to figure out what she meant. She gave a half laugh and hugged her arms around his head, planting kisses all over his face before ending at his mouth. They kissed as they had while mating. Tongues dancing, lips fused together. He leaned on one arm and used the other to grab her breast, massaging it, rubbing his palm over her nipple. They were still joined at the hip, with his hard cock buried within her. He could feel himself going soft and eventually he slipped out of her pussy altogether, leaving a trail of their mixed cum on the couch.

"I think we're going to have to clean the couch," he said, pulling his mouth away reluctantly.

Sam smiled and nodded. She was already missing the feeling of being full of cock. She could feel her son's cum dripping out of her pussy in a stream down her ass crack. She clenched her kegels and felt another gush of cum ooze out. She lay with her son on her chest and closed her eyes to revel in the feelings of closeness and love she felt for him. A few minutes later she tapped him on the chest a couple times to get him to let her up.

Untangling their limbs, they sat up on the couch. Sam thought there could be some awkwardness between them now but in actuality she didn't feel it. She thought maybe her son would take some time to adjust to the act they had just performed. She needn't have worried. As she stood up and started grabbing her clothes she saw that he was staring at her.

"Hey Mom, when can we do that again?"

Sam smiled but it slipped from her face. "Oh Jake, I'm not sure we can ever do that again. At least not the same way." She hesitated and went on, "I'm not on the pill and we didn't use a condom. That's how babies are made, you know."He rolled his eyes.

"Yeah Mom, I know. Sorry for cumming inside you without protection. It all happened so naturally, I didn't even think about it."

Sam nodded. "This is a good lesson for a young man about how teen pregnancies happen," she said, with a lecturing tone.

"What will we do? Are you pregnant now?" he returned, completely ignoring the words and tone. He was looking at her belly.

Sam laughed and said, "Oh I doubt I'm pregnant already, it doesn't happen that fast. First your swimmers have to make their way to my egg and fertilize it, and there has to be an egg there to fertilize." Talking about his swimmers reminded her of how they were delivered. Her nipples tightened to hard points, and Jake didn't miss it happening.

"I love your breasts, Mom. I just love them."

Sam dropped her clothes and walked to stand between his legs where he sat on the couch. She wrapped her arms around his head and pulled him to her.

"I love that you love them. They're very sensitive when they're hard, but they love to be gently sucked."

He looked up at her and then gently wrapped his lips around her right nipple. He sucked gently on it, rolling his tongue over the end. She smiled down at him and smoothed his hair while he suckled. She flashed back to when she fed him from the same breasts. A twinge of nostalgia rushed through her, making her wish she still had milk for him.

Looking past his head, Sam saw the towering penis jutting from his crotch. She smiled and pushed him back on the couch.

Here, I can give you a more comfortable position," she said.

She lifted a knee up onto the couch and then straddled his lap. He'd already cum inside of her once today, another time wouldn't make any difference. If this was to be the last time they did this, it was better to create more memories.

She pushed her breasts into his face again, while sitting down on his legs, her pussy pressed up against the now resurgent cock. She trapped it between them and rubbed her clit along it, riding up and down it with an exquisitely pleasurable friction. He took the hint and latched on to a nipple again, wrapping his arms around her back to hold her in place. As she rode up and down his cock, she concentrated on all of the sensations. The feelings of being there, with her son, sharing the physicality of their bodies with each other. As Jake pulled his mouth off of her nipple to swap to the other one she reached down between them to grasp his penis. She lifted up onto her knees and pulled the Man Cock towards her, plugging the head into her entrance. His prick was still moist from their first fucking only minutes ago and she was still drenched. The combo meant that she was able to slide down his cock in one single motion.

Jake shuddered as his Mom slid down his dick. He locked onto her other nipple and suckled while she started riding up and down again, this time with his dick inside of her. She had complete control, and she used it to perfection to keep the pace slow but steady. The exertion caused her to start sweating and breathing hard. He reached down to her wide hips and grabbed on, lifting in concert with her to make it easier. He also used the extra leverage to start pushing his hips up as she bottomed out, mashing his pubic bone into her clit.

"Ohhhhhh..huh...huh...huh...huh," she started to give a little cry each time she landed in his lap, his dick fully inside of her.

Sweat started to drip off her forehead and she put her head down on his shoulder. She kept on fucking him though, without stopping or slowing down, in fact she sped up until the room was filled with the sounds of her cries and his dick being swallowed over and over again by her saturated pussy.

As Sam rode her son she could feel her newest orgasm developing. With each downward plunge, her body tensed until she could hold it no more and she collapsed in his lap, her legs and arms quivering. Her head hung down, forehead on his shoulder as she tried to catch her breath. A few seconds later she realized he hadn't cum, and was still rock hard inside of her pussy.

"Can you cum again? Are you close?" she asked.

He nodded, and said, "I was almost there when you stopped."

"Oh, sorry," she gasped but with a smile to show she wasn't really sorry.

"That's okay, I got this," and so saying, he rolled her to his side and lay her out on the couch again.

She shivered as she hit the wet spot from the first time, but also regretted the loss of his cock inside of her. He leaned over her and held her legs up against his chest. He reached down with one hand and slotted his head into her pussy. Slowly at first but then picking up speed, her son fucked her. He is fucking me, she thought. My son is pushing his penis inside of me, and I love it.

Sam thought she was probably done orgasming but was more than happy for him to keep on fucking her. As she lay there, her legs in the air and her son's cock pistoning inside of her, she wanted this to never end. She wanted this monster dong, this Man Cock to be available to her any time, day or night.

Before long her son growled and pushed his cock in as far as it could go for the last time, as she felt him start to pulse. Yet again his seed was being delivered into her womb, doing its best to find her egg and start a new life within her body. Her heart soared at the thought of carrying her son's baby. Her breasts growing along with her belly, ready to provide food for both of her children. But her mind rejected the thought. There was no way anything good could come of a pregnancy. Her marriage would fall apart and she would be left with nothing to care for the new baby. She loved her husband and would not want to hurt him for anything, even the expression of her love for her son.

Jake eventually reluctantly pulled his dick out of his mother. His semen drooled off of it and pooled on the couch in the same spot as before. It really would need a cleaning. He sat back and watched her lie there, more of his cum dripping out of her pussy. It wasn't his favourite thing to see normally in porn, but this was different. This was his cum, and it was from his orgasm into his Mom. It was a special reminder of their love.

Mother and Son eventually rolled off of the couch to pick up their things. They had to go shower all over again but they did so separately. They agreed to split up and sleep in their own beds. They weren't a couple, and this was not a long time thing. Her husband, his father, would be home in a few days and there was no point in making more trouble than had already been made.

The next day Sam took the couch cushion apart to clean it and they went to work and school as normal.

An abnormal week, over?Sam spent Monday morning at work getting back up to speed. A week off of work meant a lot of emails to read and respond to, and it was noon by the time she was done. Slipping out for lunch, she stopped by a pharmacy to get the morning after pill. It was the only thing that made sense but she still felt a twinge of regret upon taking it. The path not taken.

Now with her head freed from work and worry, she turned her attention to memories of last night. She felt a twinge whenever she sat down as a physical reminder of it. His size, his enthusiasm.

In the light of day her mind was a mix of regret and joy. It should never have happened, and who knew how it would affect her relationship with her son, but it had been so very good. Never before had any other lover clicked with her needs so completely. There was usually some awkwardness and some feeling out as her lovers got accustomed to what she liked and how she liked it. Last night it was very smooth and natural.

Sam pushed down those thoughts. That way lay madness. She was determined that her and Jake put the last 24 hours behind themselves. All they had to do was return to the world as it was last week.

***

Jake spent the day at school with his head in the clouds. He did nothing but replay the memories of last night over and over in his head. It was incredible to him, what he and his Mom had done. He knew it was wrong but he didn't care. It had been his first time having sex and it had lived up to every one of his dreams. All he could think about was doing it again of course, but they had both agreed it couldn't happen again. Well. His mother had agreed. He had gone along because it made sense but that didn't mean he wouldn't jump at the chance if it came up again.

Jake got home at 3 and noticed a plain brown box on the step as he walked up to the door. Grabbing it he saw it was addressed to his Mom, so he left it on the kitchen counter.

He finished some homework and went for a swim but his heart wasn't into it. He wanted his Mom to get home. He knew nothing would happen, he just wanted to spend time with her.

At 4pm he wandered into the kitchen and looked at the box. It had to be the gardening equipment she had ordered. Thinking he could get it set up or put away, Jake opened the box. Inside was a colourful box with the words 'Peter Pounder' on it, with a picture of a very lifelike, though large, penis. He half-laughed and picked up the box to get a closer look. His Mom bought a dildo! He glanced down at his crotch in his shorts and wondered, it seemed like it could be close to his size.

He thought about his Mom using it on herself and couldn't see it. It didn't seem like her type of thing. Besides, she didn't need this type of thing if she had a real life alternative.

He left the opened shipping box on the counter for his Mom to find. He figured there wasn't any point in hiding the fact that he found it. They might even laugh about it.

***

Sam got home, tired and ready to sit down for a while before dinner. She dropped her stuff at the door and spotted the opened box on the counter. There it was, sitting proudly perched upright inside, the dildo she'd ordered a couple days ago. She giggled nervously as she realized Jake must have opened it. What did he think? As she looked at it in the flesh, so to speak, it was pretty close to the one her son was packing in his underwear. His balls were bigger, she noted, critically.

Jake came downstairs after he heard her moving around. He smiled.

"Looks like you really know what you like," he said. "Is this to replace the real thing?"

Sam stiffened. "That's not how a son talks to his mother. Remember that we're moving on from yesterday, right?" Her words were more severe than her tone.

Jake nodded. "Sorry, it slipped. I'll be better."

He walked up and gave her a hug. She returned it with a squeeze. "How are you?" she said into his shoulder.

"Do you mean: 'Am I scarred for life?'" he asked.

She nodded.

"I am just fine. I had a great day, though I didn't hear much of my classes. Last night was the best day of my life. I wouldn't trade it for anything."

"I'm glad you're not scarred." She hesitated and then said, "I enjoyed it very much too. I wouldn't say it was the best decision I have ever made, but I also wouldn't take it back. But that is in the past."

They stood there in silence for another 30 seconds, enjoying the hug. Sam was surprised that she didn't feel anything growing below but she was also proud of her son. He was doing his best to follow her wishes.

Jake fought harder to not get an erection during that hug than he ever had. All of his old tricks while also blocking out the feel of his Mom's tits pushed against his chest. It was difficult, but it was what his Mom would want. No temptation, just a mother and son hug.

They parted, and Sam went to grab a drink and sit down for a bit. "TV later?" she asked.

He grinned and nodded. "Love to."

They continued in this routine for the next two days. Neither of them speaking of their adventures on Sunday, but both aware of the other in a way they'd never had before. They got back into a rhythm of companionship that was comfortable without being intimate.

***

Wednesday arrived, the day Bill was to return home.

Sam got a text as she was driving home from her husband. He was in a taxi on the way to the house. She smiled and then panicked a bit. Had they cleaned everything up? Was there any evidence of Sunday they'd missed? She started driving faster to get home before him, but then forced herself to slow down. They hadn't missed anything. She had gone over the place with a special eye for anything out of place. She'd even put the dildo away in her dresser.

She had missed her husband and would show him how much tonight in bed.

Just as she pulled into their driveway Bill's taxi pulled away. Sam parked and hopped out of her car, quickly joining Bill at the door. She could feel her smile practically splitting her face in two. She wrapped him up in a big hug, but was disappointed to only feel a limp arm around her back. Bill gave her a quick kiss but it wasn't a passionate kiss of a person missing their lover. It was the kiss of a husband and wife who've been together for 20 years. She buried her feeling of dissatisfaction though when she looked at his face and saw the fatigue drawn in his features.

"Long flight?" she asked.

He nodded wearily. "Very. I got rerouted through Chicago. I should have been home hours ago. Are you good? I'm going to lie down for a while."

Sam was glad to have him back, but recognized she'd have to wait for a more energetic greeting. "I'm good, you go lie down," she said. "Do you want me to call you for dinner? I was going to make some chicken."

"Yes please. I haven't eaten anything normal in days it feels like."

He entered the house while Sam returned to her car for her things. She tried to shake off the lack of enthusiasm he normally would show on a return from a trip. It was nothing.

***

Jake popped his head into the house through the patio door.

"Hey Dad, welcome home," he said, as evenly as he could. Would he be able to tell what he and Mom had done?

"Hey Son, thanks. It's good to be home. I'm just going to take a nap; I'll talk more at dinner okay?"

"Sure thing, have a good sleep."

Bill turned and headed up the stairs, head down, feet dragging like he was asleep already. Jake shook his head, that trip seemed to have really taken the life out of his Dad.

His Mom walked in a minute after his Dad. She stopped to look up the stairs after him.

"Do you think he noticed anything?" he whispered to his Mom. She turned and glared at him, walking to him quickly.

"I thought we discussed this. No word about Sunday at all," she whispered to him from close up. "I mean it. Everything is normal; no talk, no looks, no touching. Just normal family behaviour, right?"

Jake nodded. He understood, he was just very nervous, and told her that.

She nodded. "I get it. I do, I feel the same way. But the only way we can be normal again is to act normal. Think back to your routine before last week."

"I'll try, but I have to be honest Mom, I'm having a hard time forgetting about Sunday. Like, a really hard time. It was so good. I - "

His Mom interrupted him with a gentle hand on his shoulder. "I know. It was good for me too, I told you that. I want my memories of that day to be happy ones. But they're just that: memories." She glanced up the stairs. "Let's give it more time, ok? Give your Dad a couple days to recover, and for us to be a normal family. The more we act as a normal family, the more it'll be true," she said.

Jake smiled. "Ok Mom, I'll try."

"That's all I ask," she responded, and she gave his arm a squeeze.

They went to their respective normality, to mask the fact that anything abnormal had occurred, ever.

***

The next few days were uneventful. Bill stayed home for a mini-vacation to rest up after his trip, and Sam and Jake went about their regular lives. There was no blowup. Their lives didn't disintegrate around them. In fact, by Friday Sam was feeling comfortable enough to hug her son at home again. Completely platonically of course, but it was nice to not feel like she had to be wary around him.

That weekend, however, was eventful.

Sam woke up and looked over to Bill's side of the bed. He had fallen asleep early every night since he got home and she was hoping that he'd be interested in some Saturday morning nooky, but he wasn't even there. Bill hadn't been as affectionate as he normally was when returning from a long trip. It had her worried. Sure, he was tired but that didn't normally stop him from jumping all over her.

She got dressed and headed downstairs to look for him. A quick survey of the living room and kitchen found nothing. She headed to the patio and found him. He was wandering the yard checking out the lawn, dressed in light shorts and a tank top. He must be feeling better.

Relieved, she put on some coffee to brew and went to get dressed. She climbed the stairs, wearing nothing but a black camisole and silk boxers, she didn't hear Jake coming down the hallway from his room. At the top they collided and she started to teeter, her arms going up to stop the fall. Jake recovered quicker and lurched forward to catch her but he could only grab her top, between her breasts. The material stretched out as far as it could and then started to rip, but it was enough to slow her fall. She grabbed onto his arm and pulled herself back to safety.

They stood there, chest to chest, her neckline ripped and stretched so much it lay beneath her breasts, exposing them completely. He only had eyes for her nipples, it seemed, and watched as the areolas contracted and her nipples grew to hard points. She only had eyes for his face, ultra-aware of his warm presence so close to her.

Her heart was beating from the near fall and his proximity. She lifted her hand and gently rubbed his arm, not willing to do more. He lifted his own hand and she could see it shaking as he slowly cupped her breast, thumb contacting her nipple, and giving it the lightest of lifts to feel its weight. She moaned as his rough thumb rubbed her nipple and the pleasure ran through her body to her pussy. She looked down and could see the lump in her son's shorts grow, the pipe shape lengthening as it reached to his waistband. Her pussy grew warm in response.

As Jake wrapped his other arm around her and leaned his face to hers, they both froze; the patio door had just opened below. They quickly split and walked to their rooms. Her heart was hammering for more than one reason.

Sam fumed as she stripped the torn top off and threw it on her bed. That had been too close. Why, after being so good for almost a week, had they come so close to being caught?

The thing is, she had not stopped him from touching her breast. She had stood there for him, allowing him to touch her. She would have allowed him to do more if they'd not been interrupted. She had wanted it as much as he had, clearly. For all her talk of moving on there was still something inside her that remembered their passion and wanted more of it.

How were they going to fight this? She put on the first shirt she could find from her dresser and left to go see what Bill was up to.

***

Jake retreated to his room, his hardon pushing on his shorts. It had risen fast and now was pulsing against his belly. He gave it a push and the pressure radiated into the rest of his groin pleasurably. It felt like a pulsing heat. He kept giving the occasional push, conflicted between leaving it to go away naturally and stripping down to stroke it. He'd learned after years of masturbating that the longer between cumming he went the better it was. It was hard to stick to sometimes, but he hadn't touched himself since being with his Mom. Jerking off wasn't nearly as good as what they had done on Sunday, but maybe if he just gave in now it would help take his mind off his Mom.

He shoved his shorts off and fell on his bed, dick waving at the ceiling. It would be better this way. He wanted to start slow but really after almost a week and after being so close to his Mom a few minutes ago he didn't think he'd last long. The pleasure at the first touch was enough to make him groan out loud.

***

Bill was down in the kitchen making a smoothie.

"Hi Honey, how was your sleep?" Sam asked, padding over in her bare feet to give him a hug.

"Excellent! I think I've recovered from my trip. I'm going to do some lawn work. Is Jake up? He didn't quite finish the list I gave him before I left."

"I think I heard him wandering around. Do you want me to check?" she asked.

"Sure, I'm just going to head to the garage, get him to meet me there."

"Okay," she said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"By the way, I like that top. Maybe you should find something else to wear before talking to Jake?" He pointedly looked down at her chest.

She looked down and blushed. The shirt she had grabbed was a skimpy tank that hung over her breasts down to her navel. Thankfully her nipples had softened after her brush with Jake.

"Yes, good idea."

She headed to the stairs and trotted up. She decided against changing her shirt. It didn't matter if Jake saw her in this shirt, he'd seen more very recently. Heading to his room, she popped open the door and poked her head in.

Her vision immediately narrowed to one thing: The Man Cock thrusting to the ceiling from her son's middle, his hand wrapped around it. She watched as he fisted up and down it in a steady but urgent rhythm.

"My God Jake, don't you ever lock this door?" she asked.

He yelped and threw his blanket over himself before seeing it was her. "Ha, you scared me. Don't you ever knock?" he retorted.

"Your Dad is looking to do some lawn chores this morning and wants you to meet him to finish your list. You better not go down with that, though." She nodded to his cock.

"Ha-ha, very funny. I wouldn't have this if it weren't for you." He tossed the blanket away. "And it's not going anywhere with you in that top either," he finished. He looked at her chest and wrapped his hand around his cock again.

Sam sighed and felt her nipples contract again. "This is not as easy as I thought it was going to be," she muttered.

He evidently heard because he pushed at the base of his cock to make it stand up proud. "It's pretty hard alright."

Sam stared at her son's cock for a few seconds and then looked down the hall to the stairs. No sound. She stood there, teetering between walking away and moving to get a closer look. All of her carefully reasoned logic telling her to walk away flew out of her mind. She entered Jake's room and walked to his bed.

As she looked down at his cock memories started to flood forth from last Sunday, reminding her of the pleasure it gave her. The sheer virility that radiated from his cock sent mating signals to her brain...and other places.

"I think you need some help with that," she said, and got down on her knees. Her mouth filled with saliva in preparation. He took his hand away from his cock, letting it slap down to his belly.

She brought her hand up and started at his balls. Picking them up gently, cradling them, pushing his sack up to the base of his cock. They were warm and soft, full and heavy. She moved on to his baby maker, gripping it tightly so it stood up proud, and leaned over it. She admired the texture of his head as she opened her mouth in a lover's kiss and covered the end of it. Sucking lightly brought the bead of precum there onto her tongue. She took a moment to savour it, swirling it around.

Now slowly opening her lips further, she slipped her mouth down until she had his entire head fully in her mouth. Licking around the head, she took even more of his cock in until he hit her palate, and then sucked hard.

He groaned and put a hand on her shoulder, as if to encourage her.

She used her tongue to massage under his head while sucking, giving it a pulsing pressure. Her hand gripping the base of his cock started to massage up and down. Did his cock just get even harder?

He moaned. The hand on her shoulder moved down and slipped under her shirt, finding and then fondling her nipple.

She continued the up and down of her hand and mouth and before long was pleased to feel his head swell in her mouth. Quickly moving her mouth back to his tip, she was ready for him to deliver a massive gobbet of cum directly into her waiting throat. She swallowed quickly, in time for the next two shots. Swallowing again, she continued to stroke his cock with her hand, feeling it throb as it fired load after load.

The taste of him brought back all of the memories from last week in one go. They overwhelmed her. His flavour brought her right back to the same mental insanity that resulted in her fucking him last week. She couldn't get enough of it.

She continued to milk and suck his cock, trying to get as much as she could. Eventually he started to soften. She looked up at his face and almost laughed, seeing the tears in his eyes. She gave his head a thorough bath with her tongue and then with a slurp let his cock languidly slip from her mouth.

She sighed and remembered her husband. She had delayed Jake too long as it was. No time for him to help her own pleasure; she'd just have to take care of herself in the bedroom. She couldn't resist digging into her shorts and sliding a finger through the center of her pussy. The sensation caused her to give a full body quiver.

Jake saw and lurched up, reaching for her, but she smiled and darted to the door. As she left she said, "Don't forget your father's waiting for you."

***

Jake hurriedly put on some underwear and older pants good for gardening. His dick was now only half hard and deflating fast. He didn't even need to wipe it, his Mom had done such a good job of cleaning up. Pausing for a second in reflection he realized he had to stay away from that train of thought, or he'd be hard again before he got to the garage.

What had that all been about? His Mom was going on and on about being normal and then that? If she thought he was going to just ignore a blowjob in his room, she was very mistaken.

He grabbed an apple from the kitchen and wandered out to see his Dad, eating as he went. He found him oiling up the lawn mower.

"I see you messed up the back 40," his Dad said.

Jake knew it wouldn't be missed. "Sorry Dad, I stumbled and almost fell in the pool. The mower kind of kicked a bit."

"Okay, but try not to do it again. The grass needs to grow in the same direction to keep the uniformity."

Jake nodded. He'd heard it before. He'd hear it again. Didn't grass just grow where it wanted? He continued to munch on his apple and then tossed it in the pile of grass compost. "What should I work on?"

"What's up with your Mother?" his Dad asked.

Jake was glad his apple was finished, or he'd have choked for sure. "What do you mean? Is there something wrong with her?" Jake asked.

"I don't know, that's why I'm asking isn't it? Has she seemed odd to you? Did anything happen while I was gone? Did she say anything?"

Jake tried to think of what his answer would be before last week. "I don't think so. I only saw her after school, and we just watched TV and swam in the pool."

He almost said more but decided against it. Best not talk Mom into a corner. He started to panic; this was exactly what Mom was trying to avoid by being 'normal'. Maybe she was too normal? He thought of his dick, covered in his Mom's drying saliva in his pants. He needed to change the subject. "What about that list? I know I didn't get it all but I got most of it."

"Yep, finish it off and I'll get you that money. Oh, and Jake? You know I love you, right?" Bill asked.

"Absolutely, Dad," he said.

They spent the next few hours working and were able to finish before lunch. Sweaty and hot, they came back in to find that lunch was waiting for them.

"For my sweaty, hardworking boys," Sam said.

She sidled up to Bill and planted a big kiss on his lips, grabbing his butt. "I'm glad you're feeling better, Stud," she said.

Jake rolled his eyes and concentrated on his sandwich.

His Dad smiled and said, "There's the wife I married. I thought you'd given up on me."

His Mom's eyes widened. "Given up on you! I've been waiting for you to recover from your trip so you can treat me right!" She laughed.

Bill turned to his son. "Hey Jake, what do you think, can you give me and your Mom a few hours alone tonight?"

Jake swallowed his jealousy along with his sandwich. She wasn't his to be possessive about. She wasn't his wife. She was his mother, who had just sucked his dick like it was her last meal. "Sure Dad, I'll see if Rusty is around, I'll hang at his house."

"That's my boy. Oh, here's that cash I owe you for the chores. Maybe you can go to a movie or something." Bill handed him a few twenties folded together.

"Oh yeah sure, thanks!"

Jake pocketed the cash and left for Rusty's, keeping his mind as far away from what his parents had planned as he could.

***

The next morning Sam opened her eyes. She smiled and stretched her arms out while lying in bed. A long luxurious stretch like a cat waking up from a nap, only she was waking up after a long sleep. A sleep after some long overdue sex with her husband. She smiled at the memory. It had been a good session, nothing too wild, but they were both satisfied by the end.

At one point after they'd gotten going in the missionary position Sam had momentarily wished that the cock fucking her had been a bit more girthy, maybe a bit longer but it went away before long. This was her familiar cock and she loved it, too. Still, there was a part of her that thought maybe her appetites could encompass two penises. Two cocks to fulfill different needs. She shrugged, that was what she'd bought that dildo for wasn't it?

Speaking of which, she hadn't tested it out yet, though she had washed it in preparation. She could feel a warmth radiating from nether parts just thinking about last night. A warm glow that said maybe she could cum with some help from a new friend. She bounced out of bed and grabbed it from her dresser drawer. It flopped comically in her hand as she jumped back into bed. Bill's whereabouts drifted through her head for a second before she dismissed it. He'd be around somewhere, and he wasn't needed right at the moment.

She started by examining the dildo closer. It really was pretty lifelike. The veins and surface looked human. As a test, she brought it up to her face and fit the end of it into her pursed lips. It... was not the same as a cock.

She rubbed her hands on it to warm it up a bit and then, laying back, started rubbing the tip up and down her lower lips. She used one hand to spread herself open and her other hand to dip the dildo inside of herself to gather her juices. She was clearly more than ready for her new friend to fuck her.

She moved it around to work the now juicy head into her entrance. It eased its way in, and stopped after an inch. She took stock of how it felt: It still wasn't warm enough, and the texture was only...okay.

She worked more of it in and thought that the girth was close to her son's. After some effort she got it all the way inside of her, the fake balls up against her perineum. She gave it a few experimental thrusts, the familiar feelings of her orgasm rising. She sped up the thrusting, her other hand massaging her clit furiously, and after a while she came with the fake cock half drooping out of her vagina.

She paused with it hanging out of her and thought of how dissatisfying it had been. Sure, she had cum, that was good, but she was missing the rest of it. The feel of her lover's body on top of her, his hands grabbing, stroking, fondling. She missed the kisses. She missed him taking control of the action, allowing her hands to roam. All in all, it would suffice to get herself off, but really that's why she had a husband.

Her mind drifted to Jake for a second.

She thought of the blowjob in his room the day before. That had been a huge mistake. After she left him in his room, she had gone to hers and ended up having a mini panic-attack. The implications of getting caught chasing her to brush her teeth. More and more possible repercussions played out in her mind. It had been a terrible risk with her husband just in the garage, so why had she done it?

Sam tried to come up with the factors that seemed to drive all common sense, propriety and morality from her brain. The one that jumped out at her first was his cock. The impressive tool that reacted to her presence so readily. Just seeing it seemed to be a visual aphrodisiac that inflamed her libido. Then there was the fact that the Man Cock was attached to her son. The thought of how forbidden it was for them to engage in these activities arousing her even further. And finally, the fact that he was so available. Living in the same house meant that there were many opportunities for temptation.

The blowjob was a perfect example of all three of those things working in concert.

She needed to be aware of how easy it was for things to get out of control and work to take temptation away. No more going to his room. No more being around him when she might see his cock. He was showing he could be trusted, now it was up to Sam to prove to herself that she could be trusted.

***

Jake waited downstairs for his Mom to wake up. He was confused as to their status. They were staying normal, but she had given him that blowjob. They were not doing anything abnormal, but they had clearly been about to do more at the top of the stairs before being interrupted. He thought they needed to have another chat to clear things up.

Eventually she came down, looking fresh after a shower, wearing blue shorts and a white button up short-sleeved blouse. He was waiting at the kitchen counter and could smell her shampoo as she walked by. She gave him a sunny smile as she headed to the coffee machine.

"Hey Jake, where's your Dad?"

He shrugged. "Dunno, he wasn't here when I came down."

She frowned. "Oh well, maybe he had some stuff to do in town. What are you up to?"

Jake's heart began to beat faster. "I was waiting for you actually."

She looked at him with a concerned look on her face and turned to him. "Waiting for me? What for?"

"I can't stop thinking of you and what we did last week. Yesterday in my room was really confusing. I don't know why you gave me a blowjob after you said we had to not do any of that. I don't know what to think, I can't keep you out of my mind. I had to fight to keep from being jealous of Dad last night." He trailed off.

His Mom sighed heavily and nodded. "Yes, I know that what I did yesterday wasn't okay. I was thinking about it this morning, trying to figure out why I did it." She paused and tucked her hair behind one ear, looking down at the floor. "You are a huge temptation for me. Your presence, your availability, your eagerness, your everything is like catnip. I have a hard time saying no to myself when I see you and your hard cock. It's like I can't think straight."

"Maybe it's because you're not thinking...with your head," he said.

She laughed in surprise, covering her mouth with her hand. Then after a pause she threw her head back and laughed even louder, the sound ringing in the kitchen. She moved to him and wrapped her arms around him, burying her head in his chest as she laughed. Jake stood and looked at her with a bemused smile on his face.

Eventually she stopped laughing and hugged him closer, a nice warm close hug. "Oh, what am I going to do with you?" she said.

Jake, again doing his best not to get a hardon from her hug, responded, "I don't know, but if it's like what you did yesterday, I'm on board." They separated from the hug but remained facing each other.

She was still smiling and said, "I liked it too. You drive me crazy." She paused and then went on, "Your Dad can never find out, and the longer we go, the greater the chance we'll be caught. How can I preserve my marriage while also engaging in immoral acts of incest with my son? This is what we talked about after Sunday. It's impossible to both be normal and abnormal."

"So, we're stuck then?" he said. "We can't have what we both want, what excites us beyond anything else?" He stopped to take a breath. "I agreed after our last talk because it was so fresh and confusing and impossible. But since then, and especially after yesterday in my room, I've changed my mind. I don't want anyone else. I want you. You're sexy, beautiful, smart and sexy and we get along so well. We enjoy hanging out together and I don't think of anyone but you now."

"You said sexy twice," she said, a blush rising in her cheeks.

"I know," he answered, and looked down at his crotch.

He could feel his control over his dick slipping as it rose to join the conversation. He saw her glance down at it too, the bulge in his shorts becoming obvious. Her cheeks went even rosier and he looked at her breasts for the telltale sign of her nipples joining the party.

She laughed a nervous laugh and crossed her arms over the front of her chest, hiding what he had been looking for. She was clearly fighting against temptation. Jake didn't know what he should do. He fought between taking advantage of her arousal and backing off to let her fight her urges.

Still hovering on the edge of his decision, she took it out of his hands. She backed away and then turned and walked from the room. Jake's heart fell until he heard her call, "Come with me."

***

Sam's heart was beating hard as she walked to the laundry room. She knew all of this was a bad idea. She didn't know where Bill was, or when he was due home. She knew that the more they continued down this path, the further they pushed towards a life-altering event that would possibly destroy her marriage and even possibly send her to jail.

But she couldn't help herself. What do you do when the temptation is so great and the result of giving in to it is pleasure for her and her son?

Entering the laundry room, she examined the washer and dryer, the shelves full of cleaning materials and the deep freeze in the corner. It was as un-sexy a room as you could ever find, but it was private and a room Bill was unlikely to enter on a Sunday. She turned and watched her son join her in the room before closing the door behind him.

Still feeling her nipples pushing against her bra and the moist spot in her panties, she looked at him. He looked confused at their location but stood patiently. She compared her lust and desire for her son against her marriage and love for her husband. They came up equal. She wanted both.

She flung her arms out wide and said, "You want me? Come get me."

She laughed as she watched his face go from confusion to joy and braced herself as he rushed to her and exclaimed, "Oh fuck, yes!"

In one step he wrapped his arms around her and mashed his lips to hers. It was at that moment that she mentally embraced their union and felt the joy of their passion as they kissed. No more shadow of shame over her head, she let her heart soar. They would just have to figure out how to live this new life. In the meantime, she intended to have some fun.

She reached around and grabbed his butt with both hands, pulling his groin into hers. She could feel the steel pipe in his shorts, jammed into her mons. It wasn't enough, she needed to feel his skin on hers. Moving to the button on his shorts she deftly undid it and peeled them down his legs, letting them drop the rest of the way. She then did the same for her own shorts, gripping her panties to push them at the same time. They weren't skin on skin yet though!

Growling in frustration into his mouth she yanked down his boxers. As she did so they caught on the tip of his cock, stretching before letting go, his cock slapping up against his belly. She grabbed his butt again and this time swooned in pleasure as the velvety smooth skin of his Man Cock split her labia.

Her son hadn't been idle during this. He had been unbuttoning her blouse, interrupting her briefly to take it off of her arms. He didn't bother undoing her bra and simply pushed it up her chest so he could get to her breasts. This was uncomfortable so Sam slapped his hands away from her long enough to undo the bra and toss it away.

Then mother and son were joined, necking, groping, rubbing. Feeling every inch of each other's bodies, they kept this up until he suddenly stopped. Stooping down, he reached around her butt and hoisted her into the air. She thought he might try something foolish but instead he turned around and placed her on the washer. Too cold! She shrieked and wriggled to try and get down but before she could he leaned forward and popped a nipple in his mouth. Sam's next sound was a moan as his tongue ran over the rigid protrusion. She wrapped her arms around his head and hugged him to her chest, reveling in the sensations he was giving her while trying to ignore the cold metal under her.

She spread her legs to let him get closer and found another benefit; his cockhead pushed into her labia, spreading them. As she caressed his hair, she felt him thrusting his cock, rubbing the shaft through her moist lips.

"Please don't stop any of what you are doing," she said.

He grunted into her breast, re-latching on to her nipple and sucking even more breast flesh into his mouth. Down below she felt him pull back and then thrust again, the friction of his veiny cock causing her to shudder. She brought her legs up and rested her heels on the edge of the washer, tilting her hips back. This had the effect of allowing his cock to fully seat itself into her labia, like a wiener in a bun she thought, giggling to herself.

Giggling! She was giddy, she realized. A giddy girl who was turned on by being with a boy who ignited her passions in so many ways. It just so happened the boy was her son. As she felt his cock from head to balls, thrusting against her pussy, she thought she needed to refer to him as a man in her head from now on. The man who was driving her crazy with pleasure. She wondered if she was going to cum from grinding alone.

Her thought wasn't answered. She had leaned further back, which meant he couldn't maintain his hold on her nipple and it released with a pop! They looked at each other for a few seconds before looking down to where his cock nestled in her pussy, her fine blonde pubic hair tickling his head. They should be joined.

Having the same thought, he pulled his cock back, back, back until the head reached the drooling entrance of her vagina. They both stared as he slowly pushed forward. His cockhead penetrated her sex, just enough so that just his large head was inserted into her. She moaned at the sensation of her vagina spreading, expanding to surround this invading monster. As his cock entered her more and more, she let out a long low moan. After what felt like forever, he was fully inside of her. She felt his balls against her and marveled at how much better it felt compared to the dildo.

They stayed there for a few seconds. Mother amazed at how full she felt, how perfectly her son's cock fit her. Son reveling in the sensation of having his dick fully buried inside of his mother again.

"Ohhhhhhhhh Jaaaake you need to fuck me," she said.

So he did. Relentlessly, he started to plow his cock in and out of her. It wasn't hurried or forceful, it was a confident fucking, letting them both experience the full length of each stroke before changing direction to do it over again.

She looked at her son and marveled at his stamina. Why had he not cum already? He was so intent on watching himself fuck her, he didn't take his eyes off his cock entering and then exiting, covered in her pussy juices.

"Mom, I - ," he started but didn't finish his sentence as he bottomed out one last time. His face contorted, his eyes closed as his cock pulsed and then started to deliver sperm into his mother's womb once more. She reached down and gave her clit a few rubs to send herself over the edge. His orgasm had caught her by surprise. With the added sensation on her clit and seeing her lover moan his way through cumming inside of her, she crested over her own orgasm.

Her pussy squeezed and clenched in crushing waves as she gripped his cock, milking his semen out of him and directing it to her cervix. She quivered on the washer, pleasure cresting over her entire body, her breasts shaking so much her nipples were a blur. Jake leaned over and captured one of them in his mouth. The feel of his mouth on her, mimicking a child milking, caused her to have another mini-orgasm to chase the first.

And then they were done. She was a mess of jellied muscles, sweaty and out of breath. She lay on her elbows and stared at her son. His cock was still inside of her but he just stood there and stared back.

"You're so beautiful," he said.

"You're amazing," she replied. They stayed like this for a while until she felt him start to shrink. "We should get cleaned up. I don't know when your father will be back." He nodded and slowly pulled out of her. They both watched as a small waterfall of juices started to drip from her. She felt a pang of loss as he was no longer filling her up.

They gathered their clothing, cleaned up the evidence and then headed to clean themselves.

In the shower Sam pondered what to do next. Clearly, she couldn't resist him. She couldn't keep her hands off of him, off of his cock. He represented an open invitation for fantastic sex that she couldn't turn down. Something would have to be done, or they would get in trouble for sure. Oh, trouble. She would have to go get another morning after pill. And now that they would surely be having more sex, she would have to buy some condoms. Definitely no more unprotected sex.

It was Sunday and the pharmacy was closed, so Sam had to wait until Monday. She'd read up on the Plan B pill, and knowing it was effective up to 72 hours afterwards, she felt ok waiting another day. She settled into her Sunday routine, the 'not having sex with her son' part, and waited for Bill to come home.

***

Jake lay on his bed after his shower and tried to take in the memories. They were so vivid now, but he wanted to retain them for life. Of course, the inevitable happened when thinking about sex, he ended up with a massive hardon. He played with it idly, not really committing to jerking off. He really wanted to save it for his Mom, but of course he couldn't predict when they might be able to get together. It might not be until next weekend again.

He got more serious with the playing until he exploded all over his belly. Oh well. It wasn't like he couldn't get hard for his Mom if she asked.

After a bit he got up to do some homework and then went for a jog. He wasn't a big runner but after the morning he had some nervous energy he wanted to express, and it kept his mind off of his mother.

When he got home, he could see Dad's car in the driveway, so he was home from wherever he went. Walking into the house Jake could hear the TV on and some quiet chatting. He glanced in the living room and saw his parents cuddling on the couch.

Turning away, he went upstairs to grab a shower, trying his best to bury the surge of jealousy that reared its ugly head. She wasn't his to be possessive of. She was married to his father. He really needed to nip that in the bud. Find a way to be at peace with her being affectionate with her own husband. Maybe a different mindset was needed.

All of this was so new to him. Being with his Mom, seeing her as a lover, while she is married to his Dad. Maybe he just needed to get used to it. Jake supposed that meant he'd have to spend time with his parents as they were now. Sighing, he went downstairs to flop down on the loveseat.

His parents looked at each other and then over at him. "Everything okay, son?" his Dad asked.

"Yeah just had some crappy homework that I am glad to be done with," Jake lied. "What are you watching?"

"Some crime show. We're not really paying attention." His Dad smiled at his Mom.

"Okay, I'll watch with you."

"Suit yourself."

The show turned out to be not very good but it was okay because Jake wasn't really paying attention. He was watching his parents out of the side of his eyes. He watched them hold hands, his Dad's arm around her shoulder, fingers idly playing with her shirt sleeve. It spoke of years of living together. Years of comfort and support and love.

As the show progressed, Jake managed to calm down and contemplate exactly what he was expecting from his mother. Did he expect to sit with her like that? Share the same intimacy? Did he think she was incapable of sharing that intimacy with anyone else?

Jake wondered if maybe she could share. His Dad had had her to himself for years, surely, she had enough to satisfy two men.

He waited for his Dad to get up and go to the kitchen for a drink.

"Hey," he said. "Do you have any of those cuddles to share?" He said it low, to make sure if she rejected him that his Dad wouldn't hear.

Her eyes widened slightly before she turned contemplative. After a few seconds she winked once and called out to Bill, "Hey do you want to watch a movie?"

"Sure, whatever you want!" Bill called back.

"Great, do you want popcorn?" she continued. "Nope I'm good, but you two have some if you want," his Dad said.

His Mom grinned and bolted into the kitchen. "Great! Jake and I will have popcorn and have our own cuddles on the loveseat."

"Oh, I see how it is!" his Dad said, jovially. "I'm being replaced already. Put out to pasture, and replaced by my own son!" Jake's heart skipped a beat in his chest. Act normal, act normal.

In the kitchen he heard his mother retort, "Absolutely Old Man! I'm going for the youth cuddles."

Jake breathed a sigh and forced himself to relax. He started browsing for a movie to stream.

Eventually the movie was chosen, a cop movie from the 70s, and Jake and his Mom were ensconced on the loveseat under a blanket, with a bowl of popcorn on their shared lap. Bill watched his Mom put on the AC in the house so they could put on a blanket with no small amount of exasperation, but she would not be denied. He ended up in the recliner. He liked to sit close to their TV to get the 'theatre experience' and so would have to turn his torso all the way round to see them.

The movie started and the popcorn was eaten. Under the blanket Jake and his Mom were pressed together, hip to hip, leg to leg, shoulder to shoulder. Jake intended to play it safe, just to enjoy his time being close to his Mom without doing anything else, however it seemed she had different plans. He twitched when he felt her hand land on his lap, right on his dick, underneath the blanket. She gave it a squeeze and then stopped, apparently content to just hold it.

His dick started to grow, of course, and so she adjusted her hand to follow it and keep a light grip. It caused a nice sensation, feeling his dick rub against his underwear as it grew. When he was full size, she started stroking his dick inside his shorts, in small little movements. Movements you couldn't see from outside the blanket.

Figuring two could play at that game Jake reached over and calmly placed his palm over top of her crotch, palming her pussy. He was able to get his whole hand over her groin due to her sitting cross-legged, and the first thing he noticed was the heat. He cupped and pushed, rubbing her pussy through her shorts. Glancing over, he was pleased to see her cheeks flushed.

This light play continued, no one talking as the movie progressed. Jake had seen the movie before and knew when an explosion was about to happen. When it did, he timed his movement and slipped his hand into the top of his Mom's shorts. The noise covered up the squeak she let out when he did this. She slapped at his stomach lightly, glaring at him but it was too late, he was in position. He was now able to take full advantage of her bare pussy.

He ran one finger up and down her lips, lightly caressing them. Each time he reached the top he used the tip of one finger to massage her clit before starting the same downward journey. It was slow and fun and undetectable.

Just when the movie had about 10 minutes left in it, Jake ventured further down and dipped his finger into her opening. She was swamped in moisture and his finger entered her quite easily. But that wasn't his objective. Watching her face carefully, Jake thoroughly soaked his finger and then ran his finger down lower until he encountered her rosebud. She grabbed his arm in a vice grip with her free hand and her mouth dropped open. He could feel her anus clench when he touched her there. He slowly circled her lower entrance, feeling it clench and release as she fought to not react. Then he dipped his lubricated fingertip into her asshole, pushing it in up to the first knuckle before pulling it out and rimming his finger around the outside. She left fingerprints in his arm; he was sure.

As the credits began to roll his Mom pulled his hand out of her shorts and hurriedly stood up, saying, "I have to pee!" She bolted for the bathroom. Jake's grin was short lived as he put on a neutral expression when his Dad stood up.

"Well I'm beat, time for bed," his Dad said.

Jake nodded and tossed the blanket aside before going to wash his hands. He felt victorious at having stolen his Dad's cuddle time and even enhancing it. He was pretty sure his Mom had fully abandoned trying to resist being with him.

***

Sam sat on the toilet and wiped the moisture from her butthole. That boy! She'd never had anyone near there, it was something she'd never entertained in her sex life. No lover had ever suggested it, and she'd never dreamed anyone would. But here she was, cleaning her own pussy juice from her asshole.

Did he want...that? Did he want to put his cock back there? As she contemplated the sensations of having her ass invaded by a finger, stroked and caressed, she wondered why some women did it. She knew some were pressured to do it, but certainly not all of them, right? It hadn't been...entirely unpleasant. But he hadn't asked her! And she couldn't protest because Bill was right there. He took advantage of the situation. He was going to get an earful the next time they were alone.

Finishing up in the bathroom she joined her husband in bed, ready to follow up on Jake's teasing with some action with Bill. To her disappointment he was practically asleep. She flopped down on the bed and put on some loose silk shorts and a light tank top. Rubbing under her breasts to ease the pinch from her bra, she thought of Jake with an annoyed grunt. He had really gotten her going on that loveseat and now here she was without an outlet.

Hmmm, two could play at that game.

She waited in bed until she was sure Bill was asleep and then stealthily rolled off the mattress. She padded out in her bare feet and down the hall to Jake's door. She had said no more visiting his room, but this was revenge!

She eased the door open to see what he was doing. Of course, he was naked, and he was in full stroke, really taking full advantage of his cock. It wasn't fair, she thought. She slowly crept in and stood next to his bed, waiting for him to notice. She giggled when he did and almost rolled off the other side of his bed.

"Hey, what are you doing, you scared the crap out of me again!" he said in a whisper.

"You left me all worked up after that business on the loveseat! Your Dad is asleep, so he's not any help." Switching tacks, she said, "Also, young man, I need to talk to you about what you were doing with your finger in my butt! I never said that was open for business!" she whispered back in a fierce low tone.

She was happy to see him cringe.

"I'm sorry about that, it just came to me while we were watching the movie." He did look sorry.

"If you ever want to 'cuddle' on the loveseat again, I expect you to behave yourself. It's too risky getting caught without you setting me off like that." She smiled as his face lit up when she mentioned cuddling. "Speaking of being worked up, I think I owe you something."

With that, she dropped her shorts and panties and straddled his legs on the bed, bracing herself with both arms on his chest. Moving her pelvis up, she situated her pussy at the base of his cock. Using her natural lubrication, she slowly dragged her pussy up along it until the head disappeared underneath her.

"Like that?" she asked. He nodded vigorously.

She rolled her pelvis back again, his cock appearing again like a magic trick. She watched his face closely, seeing his cheeks flush and his mouth open. After a few more trips up and back she leaned down on his chest and looked him in the eye.

"Now you know how I felt, leaving me all worked up," she said, and started to stand up, a smirk on her face.

He looked shocked for one millisecond before a grin crossed his face. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her back down on his cock with a thump.

"Hey, let go of me!" she whispered.

"No way. I'm only half way worked up. I want the full treatment." And so saying, he grabbed her hips and started pumping up and down underneath her. Performing the same move but under his power.

She decided she wasn't upset about this. She let him do all the work for a bit before taking over again. As she rode him, she started to think that perhaps her revenge plan had backfired. Each stroke clearly ramped up his desire, based on the stream of precum drooling out of his slit. But it also further heightened her own desire. In fact, her pussy was now drooling moisture all over his cock with each ride up and back.

She decided that he had had (and she had as well) as much as he could handle. As she started to roll off of him, she kept her arms out of reach and got almost all the way up when he lunged for her. He wrapped his arms around her, shoving her sideways and rolling with her until he was on top.

"Why do we have to stop? Let's finish each other off," he said, and maneuvered his hips until his cock was hovering right outside of her wet opening.

She put her hand on his chest. "Wait!" She wanted to fuck him more than anything at this moment but common sense had finally penetrated her fog of lust. He stopped. She could feel her labia kissing his cockhead.

"Jake we can't. Remember, I'm not on the pill...and you don't have a condom."

She paused for a beat before continuing, "We have been playing with fire so far. Each time we have unprotected sex could end up with me pregnant."

"We had sex in the laundry room earlier today, Mom," he said. "One more time won't get you pregnanter."

She half laughed at naivete and the wrong word. "Jake, I mean it, you cannot fuck me again without a condom." This time her voice said she was absolutely serious.

He listened. He levered himself up until he was sitting on his haunches, her legs spread around his hips. His cock bobbed with his heartbeat.

"Okay Mom. I still think we can help each other and not be left hanging. What if we try something else?" he said, perking up.

"Like what? Oral?"

"No, I was thinking more along the lines of where I was on the loveseat."

Sam lay there and looked up at him, comprehension washing over her. He wanted to fuck her ass. He really wanted to fuck her in the ass. She needed to shut this down in no uncertain terms, and opened her mouth to do it. Instead what she said was, "I've never had anyone back there. No one has ever wanted to do that." She cringed inwardly at how tentative she sounded.

"It's not my first choice," he said, looking down at her pussy. "But I've heard kids at school do this when they don't want to risk a pregnancy." He shifted on the bed, his cock brushing dangerously near her vulva.

"That will certainly take away the pregnancy risk. But again, I've never done it, never even thought about it." This conversation wasn't going the right way.

"I've never done it either, obviously. You're my first everything," he said with a shy smile.

Well she definitely wasn't going to be his first in this one, and told him so, "I don't know the first thing about how to go about trying something like this."

Strange, that wasn't the shutdown she was going for.

"I've seen videos," he said, a blush rising high on his cheeks. "I know you need lots of lube and patience. Here I'll show you." And in saying he dove to his dresser and dug around under some socks to pull out a small vial. "They were giving it out at school for health class. I've never used it."

"Didn't they give you any condoms to try?"

He hesitated and then said, "They didn't fit, and I was too embarrassed to ask for a different size. Come on, let me show you how they do it in the videos."

She smiled at his eagerness as he joined her back on the bed. She lay there on her back and watched as he raised her legs up, showing her to hold them behind the knees and spread them wide open. Sam felt a surge of desire as she imagined his view of her. She was presenting herself to him, offering her body for him to use as he wished.

"Okay, show me," she said, referring to the lube.

He opened the container and spread a generous amount over his cock. Next he dribbled some on his forefinger and reached down to liberally apply it to her asshole. She flinched in shock as she felt the cold substance come in contact with her rosebud. She waited as he very thoroughly rubbed it all around her back door, even pushing a finger inside of her, like he had earlier that night. Okay that was enough!

She started to let her legs go, having seen his demonstration come to its conclusion but her legs didn't go down. He was now holding her legs up for her as he shuffled his knees to get closer to her.

"Okay you've shown me, now let me go," she wanted to say, but she was interrupted by the feel of his cockhead brushing against her asshole.

Sam looked at her son. She looked at the concentration on his face, the furrowed brow as he tried to line his cock up to her back exit. Or was it a back entry? He was actually going through with it. Could she do this? She felt herself clench up as his cock again pushed against her puckered anus.

"Mom. Mom!" he said with a little jiggle of her legs to get her attention. "Mom, you need to relax. The Internet says it goes much easier if you're relaxed and let yourself open up as I push."

She blanched at his words. Relax! How was anyone supposed to relax when a battering ram was trying to knock down her back door?

As she opened her mouth to say so, he said, "Mom, maybe this will help." He followed up by moving a hand to her pussy and stroking her clit back and forth. Oh...that was distracting. She melted into the sensation of having her previously teased pussy given some proper attention again. The feel of his hand on her leg disappeared and so she went back to work holding them up again for him. Anything to let him keep that rubbing going.

"Are you okay, Mom? Do you want me to stop?" her Son asked.

Sam didn't want him to stop touching her pussy. She was unsettled by the feel of her asshole kissing the tip of his cock, but in truth hadn't found any reason beyond squeamishness to stop him. She looked him in the eye and was amazed to hear herself say, "You can keep going, but please be gentle."

He nodded, and she watched him reach down with his free hand and then his cockhead was smooshing around her anus again. This time he gave it a proper push. She felt her sphincter expand around his cock as he slowly entered her.

It was most unsettling. A feeling she never expected to be associating with sex suddenly took hold of her attention. "Honey is it supposed to feel like - "

"I'm almost there," he interrupted, and right then he gave another steady push and his head slipped into her anal cavity. Everything changed as his cock reached further inside of her. Now she was getting new sensations. Distracting sensations.

"Ohhhhh," she groaned.

Jake looked up at her quickly. He had been paying full attention to feeding his cock inside her asshole without hurting her. She closed her eyes and did her best to relax, like he'd said. Maybe she could explore these new distracting sensations. After a bit she felt her ass adjust to the intruder inside of it. she opened her eyes and nodded to him. She felt him slowly push his cock deeper into her ass. He stopped now and then to let her keep adjusting.

When he finally got deep enough to try a tentative stroke, she could fully feel it. She felt the pleasure of having a cock deep in her ass, pushing on nerves she'd never had touched that way before. It was surreal having his cock, any cock, back there, slowly fucking.

The push of his cock built her orgasm slowly. It was different than having her pussy fucked, but it still sent good signals to her brain. As he fucked her ass, he started to moan, and she moaned along with him.

"Please, my clit," she begged.

He started up playing with her clit again, using a few fingers to rub it back and forth. The combination of the two sensations were enough. She could feel her orgasm approaching as a hot explosion throughout her body, her chest going red in response.

As he continued to fuck her, she tried to relax more. Let herself open up fully for him. By concentrating on her O-ring, she was able to let it go and immediately she was washed over by the new feelings being driven to her brain. This was not the sex she was used to. This was different, it was new, it was incredible.

As her pleasure continued to build, she started to rock her body in time with his thrusts. He wasn't going very fast and she wanted it faster. She raised one foot and put it against his chest.

"Stop. Pull out almost all the way and add some more lube. Then I want you to go faster."

He quickly complied and before long was feeding his cock to her ass almost as fast as he did to her pussy. The pleasure was glorious and before long she had a massive orgasm. Her whole body clenched up, muscles contracting and quivering. She could feel, for only the second time in her life, a torrent of juice pour out of her pussy and down her ass crack. Her breasts bounced on her chest as she writhed on the bed, impaled on his wondrous cock. His Man Cock. Her Man Cock now. No one else would have it, and she would have it whenever she wanted it.