MOM & JERRY

Mom calls Jerry for dinner. She had made a simple stove-top dinner for the two of them.

Jerry is an upstart middle-manager for fast-growing software development company. He's been home for no more than a half hour.

She calls for him again. Again no answer.

She steps around the corner and yells up the stairs a third time.

This time she hears his muted, "Okay."

He comes slowly into the kitchen and sits down. His phone is in his hands. He doesn't pull his chair up to the table.

He has no clothes on.

Mom puts down a serving spoon and walks over to Jerry, her only son.

She has no clothes on.

She throws a leg over his and sits on his legs facing him. She kisses him once on the forehead, once on the nose, and once on the lips.

He puts his phone down and kisses her back and palms both of her breasts gently. She kisses him back. She reaches down and feels his quickly growing penis.

He picks up his phone again and snaps a picture of her hand on his penis. She lifts herself and sits back down, inserting his penis into her. She raises and lowers herself. Slowly. Steadily.

He bends forward and buries his head between her breasts. He's all tongue and lips. But not in a lusty way. It's all love.

She hears a pan boiling over and quickly rises off of him. She heads for the stove. He snaps a pictures of her ass, then his penis with his fingers wrapped around it.

She stirs dinner. He asks, "How was work today, mom?"

She answers, "Well, not bad. Not bad at all. We got a ton of the back-logged orders cleared. We got payroll delivered early. And I think I heard that orders are up nine percent. And how was your work?"

"We hired three new coders and two new customer services reps. Good day. Tomorrow is the day the new CCO is introduced. Big day!"

She puts down the stirring spoon, grabs two dishes and places them on the table. She heads for the fridge and takes out a small pitcher of iced tea.

She places it on the table and climbs back on Jerry. She lets out a soft, sweat moan and goes back to lowering and raising herself. He kisses her deeply and holds her gently by her ass.

She breaks the kiss and asks about his evening plans. He responds, "I need to go back out and buy some paper for the printer. And I need to go to the market."

She speeds up a bit. Up and down. He fondles her breasts and pulls gently on her nipples. She rolls her head back with a smile."

A dinger goes off at the stove. She stops, stands, and walks over to it. "Dinner's ready," she says.

She brings the pan over to the table and serves both of them. She sits down and they both eat making small talk about the weather and politics and family. They talk and laugh well after the food is gone.

He stands and clears the table. She sits and watches him, then picks up his phone to scroll through his pictures. She takes one of his ass as he stands at the sink and another of his penis as he walks back and forth.

When he draws near she pulls him towards her and brings him into her mouth. She is quick with her head movements and he joins her with a hand on the back of her head and the other at the base of his penis.

Just at the moment of orgasm he pulls out and shoots the kitchen table with sperm, his hands stroking himself vigorously. She smiles and plays with some of it with the tip of her finger.

She stands, gives him deep kiss, grabbing his ass firmly. He returns the kiss, then breaks it softly, and then leaves to go upstairs to get dressed and go out.

She returns to the kitchen sink. Tidies things up. Cleans the stove top. Settles herself with a book, wrapping her naked body in a blanket.

Some time goes by and she unwraps herself from the blanket. She takes her phone. And she takes a picture of herself from the waist down. She sends it to Jerry. She's rewraps herself and returns to her book.

Jerry receives the pictures and heads for the closest restroom. He finds a stall and drops his pants. He brings himself to an erection. Takes a picture. And sends it to his mom.

Mom's phone goes off. She sees the picture and laughs. She writes back playfully, "Is that the best you can do tonight?"Mom is vacuuming. Jerry is in his room.

Mom is a natural for tidiness and cleanliness. She vacuums twice a week.

Jerry passes her on his way to dump his trash. Nothing is said.

They're both busy.

When he hears the vacuum stop he heads downstairs. He knows what his mom is going to do next.

He finds mom pulling clothes from the dryer, tossing some on basket, folding some and putting them on the counter.

He comes up behind her and takes her by the hips. She's not wearing any clothes. Her butt is properly exposed by bending over.

She stops what she is doing. She smiles.

Jerry slowly inserts his penis into her. She smiles. She says nothing.

He slowly pulls her and slowly pushes her away. She says nothing. She's smiling.

"Mom, you got plans tonight?"

"Nope."

"Let's go check out the new Thai place."

"Okay. Sounds good. Bev been there and liked it."

He takes one hand off her hip and reaches for he hair. He knows his mom likes to have her hair lightly pulled.

Mom's head comes back with each small tug. He has stopped pulling and pushing her hips. Mom is now supplying all the motion.

"Jerry, you're about to set a world record for misplaced socks. Don't complain to me and don't get mad when I make fun of you wearing different socks."

"Mom, honest, I have no idea where they go. Honest."

"Whatever."

Mom is speeding up. She's feelin' it. He has stopped pulling her hair. He has reached down and he is feeling his penis go in and out of her. A favorite of his.

"Mom, when was the last time you wore clothes for any length in the house?"

"Oh, gosh, months?"

"I like it, mom. Don't stop. You look good."

"Thank's sweetie."

Mom is putting some real work into it now. You can hear her breathing. Her hands are gripping the rim of the dryer. She's using it for leverage to push and pull.

"Jerry, I have an eye appointment next Monday. You might need to drive me. I'll call and see if they are going to dilate my eye."

"No, problem, mom. The sooner you know the better so I can take the time off."

"Thanks. It shouldn't be long."

Jerry has both hands on her sides. He's feeling her breast sway back and forth. He's not sure who will orgasm first. He's breathing hard too.

"Jerry, on second thought, if you can take me to work, maybe Stacy can bring me home. I'm on her way."

"Mom, I'm easy. Just let me know."

Mom lets out a loud, "Oh, my!" Followed by a repetitive soft, "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

Jerry lets out a loud, "Oh, gosh!" Followed by a repetitive soft, "Wow! Wow! Wow!"

When things slow down, but still active, mom Jerry asks, "When was the last time you took a day off?"

"Oh, it's been months. I know I have some days coming though."

"We should do something soon."

Mom eventually stops and Jerry withdraws from her. She stands. Turns around. And plants a deep, sweet kids on his open lips.

They kiss for a few moments and hug briefly.

Then she turns back and continues with the clothes. He runs upstairs to fetch his camera, taking three shots of his wet, wilting penis.

Upon being back with mom, he takes repeated pictures of her ass. Mom turns, cups her breasts, posing for the camera.

He leans against the counter and take a dozen pictures of her. She smiles and hams it up for the camera. She takes the phone from him and takes just as many of his penis.

She kisses him. He returns the kisses.

"Do you really feel like Thai tonight? I was feeling more like Italian."

"Oh, I don't really care."

She's back to pulling clothes from the dryer. She gets to talking about Thai spices, favorites and dislikes. That moves her onto talking about the spices in some barbecue sauces.

All the while he's scrolling through pictures and occasionally taking one or two of his penis.

He's nodding and mentions getting BBQ take-out tonight. She stands and gets a whimsical look on her face. "Oh. That sounds good too."

He laughs and asks about her funny reaction. She shrugs and says it sounds really good.

He takes a picture of her. She shakes her boobs for him and turns back around to the dryer.

His erection starts to come back. Not quick. And not full. He starts to rub it, but stops and reaches past his mom to the soap bottle. He pops the cap off and squeezes a small stream of blue soap along his penis.

She smells the soup and turns around to see him stroking himself with the blue soap.

She laughs, "Oh, give me that camera now. How do you switch from photo to video?"

He tells her and she begins a video.Mom is on the phone. Has been. For a quite a while.

Jerry heads downstairs and stands by his mom. She's sitting at the end of the couch.

Mom fiddles while she is on the phone. Something will be in her hand. And whatever it is she'll fiddle with it. She's done it all her life.

Jerry knows she'll fiddle with him too. So he stands beside her. At first mom does not see him. Her mind is truly on the phone call. The fiddling she does is almost unconscious to her.

When she does see him, she drops the spoon she'd been fiddling with, and reaches up and begins to fiddle with his limp penis. This is not the first time this scenario has played out. No, it's about the hundredth or more.

She is more than glad to do it. She wants to do it. She likes it. She just wont be paying any attention to what she is doing. And that is okay with Jerry.

She talks and talks and talks. She fiddles and fiddles and fiddles. Mostly with the head of his penis. She likes how soft it is. She'll fiddle with the shaft which soon becomes hard. And she'll fiddle with balls. She likes that too. She pushed them. Cups them. Wiggles them. Jiggles them.

She talks and talks and talks. She fiddles and fiddles and fiddles. He just stands there. Taking it all in. Enjoying all of it. Soon though he feels the orgasm coming. It builds slowly because mom has no direction or intensity or awareness of what she is doing.

He feels it coming. It builds. It feels good because it comes so slowly.

He knows from experience that it does not matter where it shoots. His mom will just keep talking and talking and talking. And she wont stop fiddling and fiddling and fiddling. Now she'll just fiddle with the dripping sperm and his slowly relaxing penis.

This time he lets it shoot across her legs. She sees it. But she doesn't react. She just keeps on talking. And fiddling.

In moments her fingers and hand are covered in warm sperm. She spreads it all over him. All over his shaft. All over his balls. And continually all over the head of his penis. And she just keeps on talking.

And Jerry just keeps on standing there. He likes it all. He likes the attention she always gives his penis, even when she is not looking at it or talking with him.

Slowly he grows more and more limp. But mom doesn't change anything in what she is doing. She just keeps on fiddling with it. Soon, too soon, the sperm dries. And too soon his penis is all but limp. But mom keeps on fiddling.

He does notice that his mom's nipples are erect. And he does notice, because mom more-or-less lives nude in the house, that her clitoris is happily swollen. And he does notice her legs are slightly spread apart.

But she just keeps on talking and talking.

Eventually and finally the phone call comes to an end. She puts her phone down and says nothing about all the fiddling she's been doing. And she says nothing about the dried sperm on her legs.

Instead she rehashes the phone call she just had and that he just listened to. She truly pays no attention to what she fiddles with. She goes on and on about the call. He sits down next to her and dutifully listens. It's silly. And he knows it. But he likes his mom. He likes sitting next to her. He likes that both of them are nude.

As mom talks on and on about the phone call her fingers find her clitoris and she unconsciously fiddles with herself. Nothing serious. Not masturbation. But more-or-less fiddle with herself.

Jerry watches, trying not to distract his mom's retelling, for he likes to watch her play with herself. Whereas men are robust in masturbation, his mom is slow and meticulous. It's a fascination to him each time and a turn-on each time.

As he watches he slowly becomes erect again. But mom does not notice. She's too busy talking. His erections are as normal as elbows. Most of the time she'll see it and enjoy it one way or another. Sometimes he'll make the first move as told in previous stories. And sometimes they just are. He'll be erect and they'll go about what they are doing. He likes the freedom. She likes the view.

This is one of those times. He's growing. And she's talking. And both are really enjoying it.Mom is not a morning person. Capitol NOT.

She's groggy until she absolutely has to wake, and that doesn't usually happen until she backing the car down the driveway.

Mom takes a shower most mornings. And on many mornings Jerry joins his groggy mom.

Mom lingers in the shower, letting the hot water run and run and run.

Jerry often enters the shower and starts by gently touching all the soft and vital parts. Mom says nothing. Mom rarely says anything in the morning. She barely opens her eyes.

He usually stands behind her, soaping her back, her butt, and her breasts from that direction. But mom likes hot water over all of her body so she often turns.

And that's okay with him. With ample soap he washed her breasts thoroughly. He loves the soft rubbery feeling they get in the shower. He loves their weight. He loves their size. He loves their shape.

Many minutes are spent just washing her breasts.

He's rock hard and beyond ready for pleasure and release. Mom is not the most sexual person in the morning, although she has her moments, but rarely in the shower.

Instead he begins to masturbate with a handful of shampoo. He comes fairly quickly and shoots his mom's stomach with multiple streams of sperm. She's not even aware. Her eyes have yet to fully open. Her mind has yet to fully engage. She defines groggy.

He rubs the sperm on her until the water washes it away. Then he grabs her razor.

Mom likes her bush. And mom likes to be shaved bare. And mom likes it tightly trimmed. And mom likes everything in between.

And it is Jerry who always shaves her. So he kneels and begins. He's careful. And he's slow. He's good at this. And mom just stands there enjoying the hot water.

He shaves everything but a little triangular patch. Nothing special. Just an idea. Just a feeling of being artsy.

He leans in and shaves between her legs bare. Then, as he often does, he begins to massage mom's fun parts. Mom wont orgasm. But he'll feel her swell up. And even though they are in the shower he'll feel her get quite moist. And even though she wont orgasm he'll play with her with his fingers until the hot water runs out.

An unfortunately the hot water runs out sooner than later. And as if on cue, mom shuts the water off and grabs blindly for a towel. She'll find it and begin to dry off.

She'll mumble several thank you's and several unintelligible things and sooner than later climb out of the shower. And sooner than later the towel lands on the floor and she'll begin combing out her hair.

Jerry tends to watch all this. Although she's his mother he is taken by her feminine ways. She wont dress. She wont dress until she just before she leaves for work.

So he watches her for a few long moments doing the simple, ordinary things a woman does. She does them all nude. All mindlessly nude.

She pays no attention to him whatsoever. She's groggy and just going through her morning routine.

He too does not dress. But his nudity, especially his nudity around his mom, is not mundane in the sense of losing it's edge and thrill and newness. His mom, on the other hand, is as causally nude as if she's in leisure clothes.

He leaves the bathroom for a few moments but comes back when he hears the blow dryer. He likes this part. By the way she brushes out her hair with the dryer and throws it back and forth over her shoulder and side to side, her breasts sway and wobble.

Because she is groggy or because she almost always nude, she seems unaware, but to him it is a highlight. Her breasts are beautiful. And the combination of them being so feminine and so active makes the moment very erotic for him.

He stands near her, watching all of it in the mirror. His erection is firmly in his hand and he masturbates slowly. His eyes gorge on her breasts moving back and forth. He feels this is one of the best things in their sex life, watching her at length nude and the wholesale sexual freedom of masturbating twice around her in the morning.

He has his orgasm before she's finished drying her hair. He often puts some of the sperm on her moving breasts. Mom pays little attention, but sometimes cracks a slight grin.

Soon she'll be done. And soon she'll get dressed. And soon she'll be off to work. But he knows sex, and sex acts, and lots of nudity await him when she comes home at the end of the day.