H Tales Of A Reincarnated Elf

by Stayrr

I was a good looking prince when I was reborn, and because I could do indecent things as much as I like, I decided to make a harem while traveling with a beautiful female elf Formerly an otaku, the hero who was just reincarnated became a handsome elf prince of another world. In his previous life he was just a plain-faced man, so in this world he uses his high position as a prin

135. Different Sex Story (498-506)

Different Sex Story Chapter 506 - Mom Needs a Favor

498 Filming Porn with Mom

It was the third morning of the trip and Evelyn was ready for the day's activities, dressed in a new bikini. While her son was washing himself in the bathroom, she checked her email on her phone and her heart nearly sank.

The bathroom door opened and her son came out, noticing her despair.

"Is everything okay?" Chris asked, confused by mom's sudden mood change.

Evelyn put her phone away and stood barefoot in the hotel room, ready to have some fun. She did her best to be upbeat, even though the news was devastating to her.

"Oh, nothing," she replied, being a good mother and hiding away her grief from her son.

"Are you sure? Maybe I can help."

She smiled. "What's important is, I'm very glad that we get to spend alone time together. You know how busy I've been at the firm, and I know you've been busy with college."

"Yeah, I'm glad we get to do this, too. Seriously though, what's wrong? Anything I should know about?"

She sighed. "If you really want to know, your father and I were supposed to do something on this trip. We missed our chance, but oh well. That's okay."

This was supposed to be an anniversary trip between Evelyn and her husband. She had booked and paid for everything. But when something came up at her husband's work, he had to cancel at the last minute, and Evelyn was forced to drag her son along.

What their son didn't know, however, was that they had all sorts of adult-related activities planned at this exclusive island resort. Things which had been her fantasy all her adult life.

"Can't you do it next year?" Chris asked.

"No, it's not exactly an annual thing," she sighed, then put on a lovely smile. "Let's forget it. It's nothing. I didn't mean to be a downer. Let's have a great time today, okay?"

Chris paused for a moment and pondered. "You know, before coming on this trip, dad told me to take his place. He said it a few times. I just assumed he meant swimming and sightseeing. All the usual stuff."

"Your father was teasing," she laughed. "Trust me, you wouldn't be interested."

"Are you sure? I can do anything dad can do. Come on, you keep treating me like I'm in high school. I'm an adult now."

Evelyn winced at the idea. "I don't know."

"We won't know unless we try it, right?"

"Well..."

Evelyn's voice trailed off and a slight smile formed on her lips. Would it be such a bad thing if she invited her son? Or in some way, treated her son as a replacement? It made sense, since Chris was handsome and was a real ladies man, just like his father was at that age.

"What is it?" Chris asked.

She thought for a moment, then pursed her lips. "I'm only telling you this because your father offered, whether he was joking or not. Have you ever heard of a famous photographer named Mr. Woo? He's from Hong Kong, but educated in Britain."

"Never heard of him."

Evelyn blushed. "Well, so you know, Mr. Woo is world-renowned when it comes to making fine art. He's directed several music videos in Asia, but mostly he's known for his exquisite photography. He's won countless awards and he's one of the highest paid artists in the world."

"I think I get it," Chris nodded. "This person is doing something here on the island and you wanted to join with dad. I saw a bunch of camera equipment in the lobby the day we arrived. It makes sense."

She smiled. "Great detective work. Yeah, we had plans to have a photoshoot by a true professional. It would have been great memories."

"Is that what you did yesterday, besides getting a full body massage? You seemed... I don't know... evasive or something. You seemed super relaxed after we split up yesterday."

"I did see Mr. Woo yesterday morning," she confessed. "I signed up months ago, at a very expensive price. It's non-refundable and I wanted a chance to meet him and his team."

"That's cool. You should have told me. It would have been exciting to watch, since apparently this guy is a pro."

That was the moment Evelyn paused and gently bit her lower lip; a natural reflex whenever she blushes. Any decent mother would have stopped at this point, but being a woman with certain needs and desires, she pushed things a little further.

"Trust me," she said. "It's better that I went alone yesterday."

"Why?"

"Think about. We're on an exotic beach resort. Lots of married couples. World famous photographer and his team."

It only took a few seconds for the realization to sink in and Chris understood.

"Oh, so you were..." his voice trailed away.

She shrugged. "It was an adult shoot. Yes, I was hoping to do that with your father. It's something we'd have cherished."

"Oh..."

At any other time, Evelyn would have been mortified sharing this with her son. Instead, she found the whole thing to be amusing. She loved seeing Chris squirm at the very thought of her naked.

"What do you expect?" she giggled. "I love modeling. I used to model as a side job to pay for my college education."

"I know, but still."

"What's that supposed to mean? Am I too old now?"

She put her hands on her hips and gave a stern expression.

"No, no," he backtracked. "You look great."

"Then accompany me today," she smiled. "Mr. Woo thinks I'm fantastic and he wants to film me. He emailed me this morning saying he wants to do something special with me, but only as a couples thing. That means I'll need a male partner."

Chris tensed. "You want me to fill in?"

"Yep, that was the offer. That's why I was so upset. It's the chance of a lifetime. It's a model's dream."

"Will you be... you know..."

Evelyn laughed. "Naked? Not a chance. Bikini only."

"What's this for, anyway?"

"It's for couples to take amazing pictures and film. Mr. Woo basically makes a ton of money from this, but I think it's worth the price."

"Oh? How much are you paying?"

It was Evelyn's turn to become tense. "Put it this way, I nearly cried when your father couldn't come along."

"Sure, I'll do it. I mean, it'll be awkward for me. You know I get uncomfortable being on film. But why not?"

"My sweet prince, what will I ever do without you?"

Evelyn puckered her lips and made her way towards her blushing son, offering a tender kiss on the cheek.

She walked barefoot on the hot sand in her bikini. Chris wore his swimming trunks and nothing else.

They walked for several minutes, past all the tourists, until they reached a secluded part of the island. That area was set up with all sorts of photography and filming equipment which was spread out. Mr. Woo was there, busy directing his team as he went around making sure that each shoot was up to his high standards of quality.

There were six other couples on the beach, mostly middle-aged people looking to live out their salacious erotic fantasies, and most were from western countries. They were scattered around the beach with different photographers.

Most of the sessions were innocent enough; couples kissing, some were dancing, some played in the water. Most were in their small swimwear.

What caught their attention was a couple who were getting dressed from having been naked. The woman's breasts were still exposed and she reached for her bikini top, meanwhile the man had just tucked his penis away inside of his swimming trunks.

"Jeez," he gasped.

Evelyn shrugged. "Did I mention that Mr. Woo makes a wide variety of artwork?"

"Without any clothes?"

"A little further than that."

Chris almost seemed shocked. "You mean like pornogra..."

"Don't use that word," she said, turning to put her finger on his lips. "Mr. Woo is an internationally acclaimed artist, got that? He's not... whatever dirty thing you're suggesting."

"Sorry," he said, when the finger was moved away. "Did you know there was going to be naked people?"

Evelyn carefully chose her words before speaking. "The female body and human sexuality is a big part of this."

"Did you see anything like that yesterday? I want to know what we're getting into."

Her son was right and Evelyn realized that she should have been more forthcoming from the start. After all, this was something that had the power to enhance the love life of any married couple, or change the relationship between any mother/son.

"Okay, I got naked yesterday," she admitted. "I did a photoshoot, undressed, and I sent the pictures to your father last night."

"Wow. Is that why you were so relaxed after?"

"No, I was so relaxed because I had masturbated to completion during the photoshoot. Now you know. Grow up."

She did her best to act like this was such a normal thing between adults, but deep down, she felt a burning feeling inside for revealing such things to her son. If she was going to follow through with this shoot, then she needed to be honest about everything, even at the last minute.

"Is that Mr. Woo coming here?" Chris asked.

They watched the famed photographer smile and approach them. The man happily wore a tropical shirt with shorts, while he had a camera around his neck.

"My star!" Mr. Woo exclaimed. "So glad you decided to return."

She waved her hand emphatically. "Absolutely! It's the opportunity of a lifetime."

Evelyn greeted him with a hug and kiss. They made small talk and discussed the undeniable chemistry they had during yesterday's naked masturbation photoshoot. Things took a drastic turn when Mr. Woo turned to her son

"Who is he?" Mr. Woo asked. "That's a beautiful young man you've brought today."

Evelyn smiled with maternal pride. "Thank you. That's actually my..."

"Beautiful young man. Get him in the shot. You and him."

"Okay, but keep in mind that..."

"No time to talk," Mr. Woo said, hushing her. "I'm fully booked for the rest of this morning and I thought about you all night."

Evelyn's eyes lit up. "You have?"

"I need you in my private collection. You are an angel."

A comment like that nearly took her breath away. Mr. Woo's private collection? What an honor. Evelyn felt like she was floating in the sky.

"We'll do anything," she smiled to the photographer, leaving her son no choice.

Mr. Woo smiled back. "May we get started? We'll do a few things quickly and I'll see where my intuition takes me this morning."

"Sounds great!"

"Excellent. Take off your top, like yesterday. You and the beautiful young man should play in the water. Feel the ocean waves hitting your feet. Do a little dance for the camera while I prepare, okay?"

Evelyn turned to her shell-shocked son while Mr. Woo was preparing his camera. It appeared to be a final decision, one that was non-negotiable.

She recognized that this was a chance of a lifetime and she was hopeful that her son understood. Besides, what college guy doesn't enjoy a nice set of tits? Mom or not.

"Do you mind?" she blushingly asked her son.

Chris lifted an eyebrow. "Are you serious?"

"They're just boobs. You heard the man. He's busy and we have to be quick about this."

"Umm... if you're okay with it," he replied in the most dumbfounded manner.

"Remember, this is only because this vacation is so expensive, and because working with Mr. Woo is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Okay?"

Evelyn looked around the secluded beach. Two other women had also gone topless for their shoots, as various photographers were taking artsy pictures. This only gave her more confidence, the kind she needed at this moment.

She reached back and undid her bikini top. Then she tossed it and let it fall on the sand. It felt like the natural thing to do and her tan lined breasts were on full display for her son.

Being brave was the only way. She fought against her impulses and managed to keep her hands down. Her body had a nice, golden tan from the last few days. Her breasts looked like white triangles from the uneven tan. Her big brown nipples turned rock hard from the first hint of breeze.

Being topless on the beach was one thing -- she had done it plenty of times -- but doing it for her ogling son gave her a powerful rush. Chris was definitely enjoying the sight.

Mr. Woo called out, "I'm ready now. Go ahead, Evelyn. Do a little dance with your beautiful young man. Make it erotic."

If her husband had been here as originally planned, Evelyn would have been all over this. She would have used her best dance and modeling moves. She would have even played with her breasts for the camera, too.

Since this was her son, she had a more considerate and tactful approach. Using the palms of her hands, she covered her breasts. Then she made her moves, which were more conservative than what she'd normally do.

"Young man," Mr. Woo said. "Hold her. Squeeze her. Play with her. Fondle those perfect breasts. It's in your nature to do so."

Evelyn turned to see the horrified look on her son's face. It was both amusing and nerve-wracking at the same time. But to make fine art, sometimes it was necessary to break a few rules and push a few limits.

She dropped her hands and exposed her chest once again. Her nipples had turned even harder than before.

"You heard the man," she teased her son. "Hands on my boobies."

Chris pressed his lips tightly together before replying, "If you say so."

With her tits presented, she allowed her son to reach out and touch. Chris used one hand at first. It was a gentle touch, before turning into a firm squeeze. Maybe Chris was actually enjoying this, she wondered. When her breast was squeezed a bit harder, she wondered if Chris could be enjoying this a bit too much.

She focused on the task, spinning around with her feet in the water so that she was facing Mr. Woo again. The camera was snapping away as Chris put both hands around her breasts from behind, squeezing and caressing them.

Her hips swayed and she knew how to flirt with the camera. The last time she did professional modeling was over 20 years ago, but she hadn't lost her touch.

All the while, she felt Chris's hands taking full advantage of the opportunity, fondling her breasts while behind her. Every so often, her son's fingers would even rub and pinch her nipples. Under normal circumstances, she'd go ballistic. Any sane mother would. For now, while the camera was pointed at them, the rules would be different.

"These are excellent shots," Mr. Woo said, putting his camera down. "I will review these with members of my team. Will you wait here a few moments?"

Evelyn nodded emphatically. "Yes, absolutely I will."

"Wonderful. Keep your top off. I may want more shots of your breasts."

Mr. Woo stepped away, leaving Evelyn in the uncomfortable position of having to wait around with her breasts bare for her son's pleasure.

"You can let go now," she said to her son.

Chris released his hold. "Right. What now?"

They were face to face with their feet still in the water. They walked back towards the sandy beach where other couples were engaging in various photoshoots. More of the women had gone topless now.

Not wanting to be a prude, Evelyn kept her hands down. Through the corner of her eyes, she knew that her son was taking little peeks as they made their way to sand.

"We'll see what Mr. Woo thinks of these photos," she said. "This was the highlight of my week. Thanks for being a real trooper about this."

"You mean the modeling?" he smiled, playing coy.

Evelyn pinched her own nipples. "I meant these. You already knew that. I'm sure it must have been horrible for you to fondle me. But you did great."

"What can I say? Art was calling."

"Very funny. Pervert."

She playfully made a fist and punched her son in the chest, which Chris easily absorbed and laughed.

After a minute, Mr. Woo returned with members of his staff. One woman and one man. The woman appeared to be an assistant of sorts, having spent her time on the beach touching up makeup on different women and running small errands. The man was holding a small camera to record.

They all huddled around Evelyn, who became used to having her breasts exposed.

"We like these shots," Mr. Woo said. "I like them a lot. I want to do more with you. Are you interested? You will get the main copy, and one copy will be for my private collection."

She smiled and nodded. "I'm interested in doing anything with your team. What do you want me to do next?"

"I want to film your face and body. Some close-ups. Some full body. I know your husband will enjoy seeing this."

It was the biggest adrenaline rush she had felt in years. To be immortalized by such a famed artist was a victory. But to have something like this to share with her husband? Surely their sex lives would skyrocket after this. This is exactly what she wanted.

"I'd love to do it," she beamed. "I'll send my 'young man' away and we can take things further."

Mr. Woo laughed. "This young man is part of what I want. What's his name?"

"Chris. And he's my..."

"I can tell that Chris has natural desires for you," Mr. Woo said shamelessly. "I saw it in his eyes and the way his fingers tweaked your delicate nipples. That is true desire. I want that on film."

She ignored the comments about her son and her high came to a temporary halt, realizing that her son would have to be there. No longer could she let loose and express herself sexually anymore. Now, she'd have to keep her primal desires at bay.

But it was better than nothing. She desperately wanted an insanely erotic video to bring home to her husband, so it was a fair decision to make. Besides, Chris had already seen and touched her breasts. What was the harm in going a little further?

"Sure, we can do that," Evelyn gulped, wondering if she had just made a huge mistake.

Mr. Woo thought for a moment and rubbed his chin. "You and Chris, hold hands and walk towards that building over there. Then lay down on the sand and have Chris on top of you. Face to face."

"Okay, we can do that."

"My team and I will follow behind. We want a long shot. Then we want a close-up of your face for an orgasm after we zoom in."

"Orgasm?" Evelyn asked.

"Just like yesterday," Mr. Woo reminded. "Only this time, we have more people. We can make true erotic art. Go on. Let's begin. I have other appointments this morning."

The all-business look on Mr. Woo's face was enough for Evelyn. She held her son's hands, and while the small crew watched, she guided her son towards the building.

They had a clear view of the other couples that were spread across the beach. Most of the women were topless now, doing erotic poses with their husbands. It was exactly what they had all signed up for; erotic art to spice up a marriage.

"What are we going to do?" Chris asked, while the crew was far behind them, waiting for them to get in place.

Evelyn sighed, squeezing her son's hand. "I know how to fake orgasms. Can you just play along, please?"

"Jeez, that's going to be weird."

"Is it? Was Mr. Woo right about your desires?"

"Are you turning this around on me?" Chris asked. "Because the last time I checked, I'm the one doing you a favor."

She smiled, "And I'll always appreciate that."

This time, they were closer to the other couples as they approached the small building. Picking a spot, Evelyn laid on the sand, with her son getting on top of her.

After all the loving hugs they've shaved over Chris's lifetime, this was far more intimate because Evelyn's breasts were exposed and were pressing against her son's skin. With her nipples hard, she was certain Chris was getting a thrill out of it.

Mr. Woo and his team slowly approached them while filming.

"They're coming," Chris whispered.

Evelyn rubbed her son's neck and shoulders. "I guess we're supposed to pretend like we're lovers. After all, this is what this experience is all about."

"I'm sure you're wishing dad could be here right now."

"Yes, but..." she said, with her voice trailing away. "It seems like I have another hard cock to take your father's place."

She smiled and wiggled her hips, rubbing her crotch against her son's bulge. Chris seemed mortified that he had an erection, but Evelyn understood.

The camera team came closer. In a matter of moments, the team surrounded Evelyn and filmed the expressions on her face. Ever the model, Evelyn posed while beneath her son. She made different facial gestures. She knew how to be sexy.

"Yes, like that," Mr. Woo said. "I love what you're doing with your face. We need a close-up for that, and your breasts. Your nipples are hard, yet delicate. I can tell you have great affection for the young man."

Just as the camera zoomed in on Evelyn's face, she couldn't help but look at her son and giggle. Chris giggled too. If the small crew only knew that they were a mother/son duo...

When the filming camera moved to her breasts, she was shocked that Chris reached down to play with her nipples to make everything more exciting. The camera zoomed in closer to capture the action.

"Excellent, we stop here," Mr. Woo said. "Allow us to review the footage. Then we'll continue."

The team quickly huddled around the camera and reviewed the footage they had shot. Meanwhile, Evelyn gazed deeply into her son's eyes, who still kept a hand on her breast.

"Do you think dad will be upset?" Chris whispered.

"No, I don't."

"Why? I hope I didn't get carried away."

"Your father told me it would be okay," Evelyn admitted. "He told me privately that he was fine if we did something like this, but I don't think he imagined that we'd ever go this far. He knows this is my fantasy."

"And what's your fantasy?"

She pursed her lips and took a deep breath. "To be featured in erotic artwork. I shouldn't be telling you this, but we have a private collection at home. Home videos, naughty selfies we share at work, that sort of thing. I've always wanted something professionally made, though."

"Oh, wow," he gulped and became incredibly tense. "So you have, like, naked pictures and stuff."

"Naked pictures, sucking, fucking. All of it."

Evelyn smiled at her shocked son. Their private interlude ended when the team reconvened and the camera man started filming again.

"Okay, we'll go further," Mr. Woo said decisively. "I like everything that we've got so far. You'll be pleased, I promise. Are you okay with more skin?"

It only meant one thing, that Mr. Woo wanted her panties removed like yesterday. Only now, the stakes were a lot higher. Looking into her son's eyes, she could tell that he was more than willing to go along with this for the sake of creating a memorable video. And maybe, just maybe, her son really desired her.

"That's fine," she said, eager to see how this would unfold.

"Excellent. My assistant Huan will provide the necessary help."

Laying helplessly on the sand, Evelyn watched as the dutiful Asian woman approached them and gently pulled at her bikini bottom. Evelyn shimmied her own hips so that Huan's job could be a little easier. And just like that, her pussy was bare.

She noticed Chris's eyes peeking downward, hopeful to catch a glimpse of what was exposed. She had gone for a wax before this trip so she was hairless at the moment.

Her breathing became heavier as she expected filming to resume immediately. Instead, she saw Huan removing her son's swimming trunks! It was a gentle tug at first and she saw the top of her son's dick. She could have stopped this, but it all happened so fast. And if she were honest with herself, she was fucking aroused and wanted to see what her son's penis looked like.

She stared when Chris's dick was freed. It was fully erect and pointed straight ahead. Chris blushed when he was fully exposed.

"This male model is ready for action," Mr. Woo said. "Now we continue filming."

Evelyn didn't bother to correct the big confusion. Chris was not a male model. Chris was her son!

Evelyn laid there, not knowing what to do, but the assistant Huan knew the plan. Huan guided Chris on top of her once again, with Chris's erection pointed downward. Then Huan guided the tip of Chris's dick to mom's pussy.

"He's my son," Evelyn managed to speak tensely, in a low voice that was filled with anxiety and nervousness.

Huan looked utterly confused. "I'm sorry. Don't understand."

The assistant clearly had no clue what Evelyn had just revealed. The assistant just did her job, using her hands to reach down and spread Evelyn's legs, then squeezed Chris's dick to guide inside the wet hole.

Even more intrusive, Evelyn felt the woman's fingers spreading her labia. She felt the woman inserting her fingers to give a good spread. Evelyn knew her pussy was a sopping mess and she could practically feel herself dripping.

Her pussy was stretched by the head of her son's erection, courtesy of this female assistant, who had no shame whatsoever.

Looking up, Evelyn saw the astonished expression on her son's face. This was really happening. They were actually about to have sex. The camera man kneeled before the mom/son duo for a close-up recording of Evelyn's face.

"Push... push... push!" Huan repeated.

The assistant's hands were pushing Chris's butt, forcing him to thrust inside mom's pussy.

Evelyn gasped at the penetration. She saw the look of confusion on her son's face. She knew she must have had the same expression on her own face. And whatever expression she had on her face was being filmed as the camera operator recorded from different angles.

Mr. Woo suggested, "I love dirty talk between lovers. Feel free to express yourselves, your wants, your desires."

She heard the director then mutter to himself about how sexy and hot this was. Her pussy had never been wetter as her son penetrated her so deeply. Chris was a lot like his father. They had the same build, the same cock. It was exactly what Evelyn had been dreaming about these past few days, so why not enjoy it? This was going to be immortalized on film. This would be her property for the rest of her life. A memory of her sexual exploration.

"Fuck me," she whispered to her son. "My body is aching for it. Go ahead, do it."

Chris looked utterly confused, as expected, but gave in. He thrusted all the way, making Evelyn gasp, giving her exactly what she craved. Evelyn was no longer shy about being vocal or expressing what she enjoyed.

"You want me to go harder?" Chris asked.

"As deep as you can go. I mean it. These are memories that I want, and I'm okay with sharing this with you."

To prove her point, Evelyn lifted her feet and put her ankles around her son's shoulders. Two decades of yoga and fitness had long proven to enhance her sexual abilities. Another benefit of putting her ankles high was that she was able to feel her son even deeper inside of her.

Her son gave a powerful thrust, taking her breath away as their eyes were still locked. Each thrust and she was pushed even deeper into the sand. The camera man worked his way around the scene, being sure to capture every angle of Evelyn's beautiful face in this heated moment. And the assistant kept on pushing Chris's bottom to ensure speed and intensity. All while Mr. Woo observed this unholy coupling.

The thrusts became more rapid and furious. Evelyn's moans soon became cries and it was the first time she had ever fucked on the sand. It was also the first time she had ever done anything so naughty in public.

Her eyes shifted around the beach. All of the women were now topless with their breasts being fondled. There was one woman, a lady in her 50's, who was on her knees sucking her husband's dick. A few of the couples had glanced over to watch Evelyn with her feet in the air, being ravished by a young man.

"Oh fuck," she moaned, looking her son in the eyes. "I had no idea you were so skilled with your cock. You're... oh god... better than your father."

Chris went even faster. "Do you really mean that... or... oh... "

"I meant every... fucking... word... you're so good at this... I don't feel so bad anymore for dragging you into this... you're going to make me cum, Christopher."

It seemed as though the assistant understood the word 'cum' as she switched positions. While Evelyn was trying to enjoy this incestuous act being filmed, Huan came over and fondled her tits. Evelyn was stunned when Huan bent down to suck her long nipples, pulling them into her mouth. The camera man zoomed in on Evelyn's brown nipples being orally pulled and stretched.

It was the perfect storm. Her first lesbian experience seemed to top off all of the taboos she was experiencing while on her back. She closed her eyes while enjoying the impending orgasm, until Mr. Woo told her to keep her eyes open. That it's always more erotic seeing a woman's eyes when she cums, because the eyes never lie.

Huan was a pro at sucking her nipples, and her son was a stud with that cock of his. Evelyn came while looking her son in the eyes. She made all sorts of animalistic and primal sounds, while the camera man zoomed in on her face. She was so loud that she was certain that everyone on the beach had heard it. And while she came, she watched her toes above her head curl into little balls which showed her twisted pleasure.

"Oh my god!!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs during the peak of her orgasm, then when she slowed down, said, "I'll never be the same after this."

When Chris stopped thrusting, it only took a moment for Evelyn to realize that her cunt was now filled with her son's cum. She reached down with her right hand to touch her pussy, with her son's flaccid dick inside, and she felt the mess they had created together.

"Sorry," he blushed.

Evelyn gulped. "It's okay, but it would have been nice if you asked permission first."

"Chris, will you step back?" Mr. Woo asked. "We need one more shot."

She had assumed it was over and Chris also seemed confused by what would come next. Apparently, the assistant knew the next part of the plan when Chris pulled away, leaving a trail of cum dripping from his flaccid dick.

Evelyn's legs were wide open. She felt the sun shining inside and a gentle breeze brushed against her sensitive clitoris and labia. The camera man filmed a quick view of her gaping cream pie.

She watched helplessly as Huan got between her legs, looking down at the mess. Without warning, Huan dipped down and pressed her mouth to the spent and used pussy. The assistant sucked and slurped, but didn't swallow. It was clear that Huan had a mouthful of a family cum cocktail from Evelyn's vagina.

When finished, Huan emerged with wet lips and puffy cheeks. Evelyn had an idea of what to expect as the assistant moved upwards towards her.

"Are we supposed to kiss?" Evelyn asked.

Mr. Woo answered, "Yes. A nice tongue kiss."

Evelyn's eyes turned wide as saucers when Huan's lips smacked against hers. They made out and shared a slobbering tongue kiss. Not only was Evelyn tasting her own orgasmic fluids, but she was tasting it mixed with her son's thick cum as well. Their tongues swirled and the flavor was unique. It was a taste that Evelyn would always remember, not just because of the flavor, but because of what it represented. And it was all being filmed so she'd always have a document of this to watch at home.

When it was finished, Huan pulled away, and this time Evelyn was the one with wet, messy lips, along with a dumbfounded look on her face.

"And, cut!" Mr. Woo said. "That was exceptional. Evelyn, I think you will like what we've filmed. Now if you'll excuse me, I have another appointment."

The camera was turned off and the assistant stood up. Evelyn was helped to her feet by her son, who had put his swimming trunks back on. They all formed a little group circle to discuss the finished product and Evelyn had no choice but to be the only person naked.

Mr. Woo spoke candidly about the film shoot and he assured Evelyn that everything would be sent to her by email within a week. They hugged and parted ways and Evelyn hugged the rest of the filming staff too.

Still naked, Evelyn had to face her son and be brave about it. She knew their relationship would never be the same again, for better or worse. Surprisingly, her legs were wobbly and it was hard to stand. The fucking she had just gotten was unlike anything she had felt before.

They walked on the beach together in search of her bikini. Looking around, she saw several people taking glances at her. Apparently her screaming and orgasm were so loud that she became a real attraction on that beach. She did her best to ignore the stares and focus on her own feelings of pleasure. This was a mission accomplished.

"Thank you," she smiled. "You're a lifesaver. I owe you big time for helping my dream come true."

"I shouldn't be saying this, but I have never cum so hard in my life. The way you talked, all that stuff you did, your body... I'm speechless."

She laughed. "So am I. When we get back to our hotel room, we're going to need a long, long talk. And I mean a serious conversation about this."

"Ummm... mom?" Chris said, as if having an epiphany.

"Yes, sweety?"

"Did we just film a porn?"

Evelyn gasped and her jaw dropped. She was still totally naked while turning awestruck at the thought of her son's question. It was true. To everyone on that beach, she was pretty much a porn star.

499 Held Together with Mom

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Oxford University. A place of prestige and higher education.

It was also where my mother had been teaching for the past few years. I've been to England a few times, but never to that campus, until she finally convinced me to come visit her there. It was my break from college, so I had the time.

She was eager to give me a grand tour of the university and show me all of the historical buildings. Sure, I was definitely interested. But I also wanted to see what kind of hot European women they had on campus too.

Once I got there I could easily see why mom was never really interested in coming back to America. Because in America, she was just another woman with a fancy degree and excess knowledge. But on the Oxford campus, she was quite the Renaissance Woman.

She did it all. She taught courses on European and Greek history, she helped with new student orientation, she gave tours, and she did various things with art. An intellectual Wonder Woman, she was.

The campus was extraordinary. It was filled with history and stunning design. It was like a museum unto itself.

Oh, and the best part of the tour, as it would later turn out, was when she took me to meet her mentor, an Italian woman named Giavanna. She was a senior lecturer and was a highly accomplished and respected member of the facility.

We had a brief introduction and she couldn't have been nicer. What made her special was her passion for history and her powerful intellect. I could see why mom was so fond of this lady.

Things became interesting in mom's apartment later that evening. She seemed elated after checking her phone and seeing a message from Giavanna.

"Interesting news," she said with the phone in her hand. "And I don't know how you'll take it."

Mom approached me while I was relaxing on her couch, enjoying the beautiful view she had of the city. She sat down next to me with her eyes still on the phone.

"What is it?"

She put the phone down and smiled at me. "Giavanna is a highly accomplished artist, as I've told you. Everything she paints is just gold. I mean, gosh, I can't put it into words. That woman is a goddess."

It was obvious that mom was at a loss for words over her admiration for Giavanna. As an art lover, mom was often left speechless over paintings and sculptures that were magnificent in her eyes.

Mom continued, "Anyway, after meeting us today, she was convinced that we'd be perfect for her next masterpiece."

"Hold on a minute," I interjected. "She wants me too? As in, I'd have to be part of the art."

"Yes, isn't it exciting?"

"Well, not really. I mean, art isn't my thing. I'd be fine if she wants to take a picture of us. She can do whatever she wants with that."

Mom flashed a no-nonsense look. "Whatever Giavanna wants, Giavanna gets. The woman is a unique talent in this world. Plus I owe her so much for everything she's done for me. She recommended that Oxford give me a full time position after I had only been teaching there for two semesters."

There was no quit in my mother. Whenever she had her sights on something, she'd find a way to make it happen. That's an attractive quality about her. It's also the reason why she could do whatever she wanted in life. She was fearless.

"What do I have to do?" I sighed.

A radiant smile beamed on mom's face. "Here, let me show you the message from Giavanna."

Mom held the phone out so I could read the email:

Helen,

It was so nice meeting your son today. He seems to be a charming fellow. I think you two have wonderful chemistry together. I would love to capture it if possible.

Would you two be interested?

The two of you seem to have a natural spark. I cannot begin to explain it. When I saw you together, I realized that the two of you be perfect for my rendition of Bernini's Pluto and Proserpina.

I've been interested in making a new version of that for years, but I could never find the right models for it. After meeting Stuart, I realized that I need both of you! A mother/son relationship would certainly add an interesting twist to this rendition, wouldn't you say?

If interested, I'll be free in my usual lecture hall at 3 pm. It will only take an hour for me to paint your bodies and expressions onto the canvas. This version will be raw and made to my usual taste. Then you two are free to leave.

Love

Gia

When I finished reading the message, mom took her phone back.

"It's a famous sculpture," mom explained. "If Giavanna wants us to pose for her painting version of it, then we can't refuse. It's a big honor."

"Fine. But I have to warn you, I've never posed for anything before. I don't know if I can hold still for an hour. There could be a slight chance that I might ruin her work by moving too much."

"Don't be a wuss," she joked. "Believe me, time passes by easier than you think. Posing is easy."

"So you've done this before?"

"Several times with Giavanna. We paint or sculpt each other when we have spurts of inspiration."

"That's interesting," I said.

"Why? Don't you think that I have the body for that kind of art?"

There was a proud look on her face as she kind of misinterpreted my question. Did she really just say that?

"You've posed nude before?" I had to ask.

She shrugged off my lewd question. "Art is art. The human body is one of the highest forms of art there is."

"Okay, you've definitely spent too much time around the academic elite. You're starting to sound like a snob."

She sneered and I laughed.

"It's what I love," she said. "Being part of Giavanna's collection is going to be a wonderful experience. Frankly, I'm glad she wanted you for something. You'll get to experience one of my favorite hobbies."

"Sitting around for an hour without moving?" I quipped.

"You'll see tomorrow. I've really learned a lot from her this past year. We've taken turns painting each other and she's given me a lot of tips."

I just had to ask. "Nude?"

"Of course. Is there a better way?"

Suddenly, my mind rushed with lewd thoughts of them naked together. Two mature beauties, standing around bare as they took turns painting each other.

How truly European.

Mom sensed my thoughts and added, "It's actually quite liberating. You should try it sometime. Without me there, of course."

"Mom," I said, shaking my head. "I'm a guy. It's different."

"What's that supposed to mean? That you'll get an erection if you posed for a woman?"

"Basically, yes."

"There are plenty of male models," she pointed out. "None of them have issues with their penises while posing."

"That's because they're professionals."

"Enough talk about penises for today. There'll be plenty of that for tomorrow."

"Huh?"

Mom waved her hand. "Oh, relax. You won't be getting naked. But the pose that Giavanna wants to make is based on a nude art. Knowing her, she'll carefully describe all the nude parts of the original."

"The Pluto something-something?"

"That's the one. And it's called Pluto and Proserpina, by Bernini. You should look it up later. It's a beautiful piece of work. I've always been fascinated by how Bernini managed to make the marble look exactly like her flesh."

Later that night, I took mom's advice and checked out that sculpture on the internet. We'll be posing for that? I thought. Clearly it was going to be an interesting process if we had to pose like that. Neither of us realized how life changing it would actually become.

The next day. I walked to campus and met with my mother after she finished teaching a class. We made some small talk and she gave me a few pointers on how to be a good model. I wasn't thrilled about doing this, but it did sound like it would be a fun experience.

When the time came, we went to the long lecture hall. Giavanna chose that space because it had these massive windows which would provide natural sunlight for the art.

We waited around while Giavanna meticulously prepared the posing area, her canvas, and her painting supplies. Then she quickly had us strike a few mock poses while she gazed at us intensely, figuring out the perfect position.

"Okay, I know what I want," Giavanna said with her thick and luscious Italian accent. "Now become bare. Everything off."

I turned to my mother so fast that I nearly had whiplash. Mom's facial expression was obviously that of shock. She was caught totally off guard by this.

"Nude?" mom asked. "I assumed we'd be clothed for this, since I'm with my son this time."

"Wasn't I clear in the email?" Giavanna asked. "I sincerely apologize for any confusion."

For the next few minutes, I stood there awkwardly as they went back and forth, apologizing over the confusion. Mom continuously apologized for misunderstanding the email. Giavanna apologized if her email was vague.

One thing I found noteworthy was that Giavanna never apologized for asking a mother son to pose nude together. This was Europe alright. And she was as liberal as it got when it came to free expression and body parts.

A break in the awkwardness came when Giavanna's phone beeped. She checked her phone and sighed.

"I have to make an important call," Giavanna said. "This will be a few minutes. In the meantime, make your decision. It must be nude. If not, then I understand, and this session will come to an end."

She excused herself to talk outside the lecture hall, and mom and I were to make an important decision. Mom looked at me with a light expression and I already knew what her answer was.

"Just something to consider," mom said. "Giavanna's artwork is a big seller across England and Europe. She only makes art when she's truly inspired. And now, she has a creative burst with us."

I shrugged. "Lucky us."

"That's not all. When her work sells, it's typical for her to make thousands of dollars in profits, which she gives entirely to charity. Got that? She doesn't make a penny from this. She lives entirely off her teaching salary. To date, she's given over $100,000 US dollars to charity."

Now mom was just laying a guilt trip on me. If I refused, who knows which charity would lose out on an influx of cash.

"Are you serious?" I asked rhetorically. "I mean, really? You want us to get naked and recreate that Pluto and Perspoli sculpture pose by Bertonini?"

Mom gave a look of sympathy. "It's called Pluto and Proserpina by Bernini. And yes, I'm serious. We've already come this far. The last thing I want is to disappoint Giavanna, especially when she's so excited to work with us. Come to think of it, I have never seen her so excited before."

"Really? Her face is made of stone."

"That's how she looks when she's in her groove. She thinks hard and intensely before she crafts."

I sighed, "Mom, charity is great, and I'm glad she's a generous person. But we'll, you know, see each other naked. Doesn't that bother you?"

"You know my stance on nudity. I've explained it last night."

"Yeah, but it's me this time!"

There was a look in mom's eyes as she was silent for a moment. She was figuring out how to reposition her argument to persuade me. That's when I knew that this was inevitable; when mom wanted something, she always figured out a way to get it.

"Boobs," she said flippantly. "I have a great pair of them. Whenever I've modeled nude this past year, I can tell that even the most experienced artists can't stop staring at my tits. And I have a great ass too."

"Jeez..."

"If we do this together, then you can stare at them all you want. It's a one time offer. Take it or leave it."

What an offer it was.

I countered, "What makes you think I'm interested in that?"

"Mom or not, men like tits. You get a free viewing of my naked body. And believe me, I've studied enough literature to realize that men sometimes lust after their mothers. You might be one of them."

"Really!? Jeez. You're really suggesting that about me?"

She gave a sharp expression. "You may, or may not, have had incestuous fantasies about me, at any point in your life. Honestly I don't mind. All I'm saying is that you can get a free viewing of my tits. I don't mind if you stare. The end result is that we'll have made great art that'll last forever. And lots of money goes to charity."

There was no way out. I was boxed in.

"Fine," I said in defeat. "But NOT because I'm some incestuous pervert. It's for charity."

"When was the last time you gave to charity?" she playfully questioned.

"I do. You just don't see it."

She smiled, "Whatever the reason, thank you. I'm glad you're agreeing. It'll be lots of fun, you'll see."

The door opened and Giavanna returned, locking the door behind her so that no one could enter and disturb us.

"Sorry about that," Giavanna said, approaching us. "Have you made your decision?"

"We have," mom smiled. "We'll do it."

There was a pleased look on Giavanna's face, then she explained what she wanted out of this. She had spent the night thinking of the specific aspects she wanted. She was certain this would work best as a more erotic piece, something I wished she would have told us earlier.

Finally, she told us to strip. Quickly. Time was of the essence and there was none to waste.

Mom flashed an apologetic look to me. "Being naked is totally harmless. The beginning is the hardest part. Then it's smooth sailing afterwards."

That's when we did it. We had already anticipated that we'd be undressing to some extent, so we had already dressed light. As we undressed, the awkward part was what to do with our eyes. Should we look? Should we look later? When should we look? Because eventually we'd be seeing each other naked for the very first time, and it could never be unseen. The effects would be permanent.

Naturally, I was the first to get down to my underwear, since I wore less clothes than my mother. With nothing else to do, I took a glance at my mother, who was barefoot and almost down to her bra and panties. Like most women her age, she was slightly thin in some areas, and plump in other spots. She had the body of a mature woman who aged gracefully. And that turned me on.

When mom was fully down to bra and panties, with nothing else, she took a glance at me, noticing that I was gawking at her, then she instinctively covered up with her hands. I felt embarrassed and looked away, then she put her hands down, trying to relax.

"Let's get this over with, shall we?" she asked rhetorically. "We're going to see each other naked anyway. Might as well make it swift."

I tried not to look directly at her. Through the corner of my eye, I saw her reach back to unclasp her bra. She bent down and pulled her panties away.

When I looked at her directly, she was facing me, standing upright, proud of her naked figure. God, what a sight. What a beautiful sight. A vision of mature beauty. Her breasts were small and slightly sagged. Those large brown nipples were rock hard, and I wondered if they were hard from exposure to air, or from exhibitionism. Her pubic hairs were neatly trimmed too.

There wasn't a single tan line on her body, and I wondered if she went sunbathing regularly. She must have, because her skin looked slightly more tan than when she was back in America.

"Your turn," she said in a matter-of-fact manner.

So I pulled my underwear down and exposed myself to the ladies in the room. It felt bizarre, but if my mom could do it, so could I. My biggest fear was that I'd somehow become erect. But what are the odds of that happening with my mother here? I thought.

Giavanna looked indifferent as we both stood there naked. Nudity was nothing to her. She must have seen hundreds, maybe even thousands, of naked bodies throughout her life.

If things weren't awkward enough, things became weirder when Giavanna approached us and pulled us closer together, as if a mother/son duo being naked together was nothing to be ashamed of.

Even more striking, she pulled us together, skin-to-skin. Yes, thanks to Giavanna's carefree attitude about nudity, I was now touching my mother's bare skin. We saw each other's naked parts in close detail. My eyes quickly took in her naked body; seeing her skin up close, seeing the shape of her breast, and looking at her hard nipples in detail.

Then our eyes made contact. It was hard to tell what mom was thinking. But she looked conflicted as our bare bodies touched for this artwork. Truthfully, I didn't know what to think myself. Who would?

Giavanna stepped back and made a 'hmmm...' sound as she looked at us. She was in a state of deep thought over the pose.

"Something's missing," Giavanna said with a dead serious tone and sharp eyes. "We need more sexuality. Always more sexuality. I need cum. Helen, I need you to cum. Stuart, make your mother cum."

"Is that really necessary?" my mother asked, completely flabbergasted.

"This will be my masterpiece. I always like to see passion between both models to set the mood. Nothing we haven't done before."

My mother kind of blushed at that comment. Had these two ladies orgasmed before, during, or after their art sessions together? Now wasn't the time to ask.

Then mom gave me another apologetic look. "Well, mister, I'm sure a stud like you has had plenty of hot coeds in college. You know what to do."

I was shocked by my mother's words, and the ease in which she said it. Looking in her eyes, she seemed open to it.

"Huh? Are you sure?"

She nodded. "Reach below and touch me. I'll tell you how I like to be touched. It shouldn't take long."

Further talk was useless. I could tell by looking at her eyes that she wanted me to do this. Plus she was breathing heavier. It was a surefire way to tell that she was aroused.

I reached below and brushed my fingers past mom's trimmed pubic hairs. I fully expected her to slap me, but that never came. Instead, she gasped and her body tensed. Oh, she was definitely enjoying this. Her body had more reactions when I touched her labia and rubbed around her clitoris. Her pussy felt hot and I could feel trickles of fluid on my fingertips when I touched her labia again. She was dripping.

"Rub my clitoris in circles," she said. "Two fingers. That should make me cum. Press hard and do it fast. That's how I like it."

Way too much information for any son. And I could tell that she was slightly embarrassed for revealing such information. But, the show must go on. This had to be done. She had to cum before we could start.

I followed mom's instructions and pressed two fingers hard against her clitoris. She had an instant reaction to this. Her body tensed even harder and her mouth opened so she could breathe more air. When I rubbed her pussy, she started to squirm. God, how unbelievable. I was making mom so very aroused. She was being pushed to the brink. With every rub, she was a step closer to reaching an orgasm, by my very fingers!

Most surprising of all, mom didn't seem to mind one bit. She simply accepted the fact that her son was going to make her cum. All this time spent around liberal artists had really changed her. For the better? For the worse? Who knows. The fact was, she was enjoying this.

Then, right on schedule, mom came. Her body tensed hard and her eyes widened. Her mouth sucked in a deep breath as she stiffened. Several seconds later, her body relaxed and I felt my fingers become wet as I reached lower. Even though she didn't ask, I brought my finger lower and felt her outer pussy; it felt so wet and inviting.

"Perfect," Giavanna said. "Now you're prepped. So is Stuart, I can see."

Mom looked down and saw that my cock was rock hard. She glanced up at me with a smile, and I simply blushed. But hey, who was she to judge? She was the one who just had an orgasm from my fingers.

Giavanna then brought a small stool for me to sit on. The wooden surface was solid and uncomfortable. It was about to become a lot more uncomfortable with the next instruction.

"The original rendition of this artwork is about sex," Giavanna said. "But the sex is never shown. Just the force of what was to come. For my version of this, I will show the sex. Stuart, I will need that magnificent cock of yours. It must go inside your mother. Helen, please sit on it."

Mom's head turned in a flash and she looked at me. Once again she flashed an apologetic look. But this time, her reaction was even stronger. There was also something there. Maybe it was a post-orgasm feeling of liberation on her mind. Or maybe it was her passion for natural art.

Whatever it was, I knew mom was interested in continuing this endeavor. For whatever reason, she wasn't going to put up a fight. Living in Europe for over a year had really changed her.

"It'll be harmless," she said softly to me. "We're already naked. You've already touched my vagina. And you've already made me cum. The rest should be easy, and honestly, it might even be a little pleasurable too, if you ignore the fact that I'm your mother."

"You think the last part bothers me?" I blurted out.

Her eyes sharpened. "It doesn't?"

Now suddenly it felt like I was the one facing the pressure. What a role reversal of the situation.

I shook my head. "Forget I said that. Do you really want to do this? I mean, do you?"

That was when mom reached forward and wrapped her hand around my stiff cock. It was a light, soft touch. Her fingers were slender and delicate, so it felt nice, and it made me stiffen even further.

"It doesn't bother me that you're my son," she said, softly caressing her thin fingers across my shaft. "If anything, that'll elicit more passion from us."

"You think so?"

"Of course. It's insanely taboo. Think of the emotions we'll generate from this. The final product should be amazing."

"She's right," Giavanna asserted. "I've dealt with family scenarios before, and it's always been my best work. This is shaping up to become my masterpiece. You two have a special chemistry. I can tell."

"I'm open to it," my mother said with a sense of finality. "It's up to you."

Now came the tricky part. I wanted to express my agreement to these two women, but I didn't want to look like a pervert in the process. I needed to blend right in with their line of thinking.

"I'd be comfortable with it," I said. "Anything for great artwork and charity, right?"

The women expressed their pleasure that this would proceed and Giavanna happily moved us closer into position.

Giavanna added. "Obviously a man cannot maintain a strong erection for a prolonged period of time. So all I ask is 10 minutes of maintaining this hardened erectile state. I will paint your body poses and facial expressions as quickly as possible. Then I will add to the rest of the painting later. Would this be possible?"

I nodded. "Sure, I can do that."

Once again, Giavanna expressed her pleasure that this would proceed, and that's when things went to a whole new level.

While I was sitting on the stool, mom was directed to open her legs so she could sit on my cock. She lifted a foot and I saw her pussy clearly. It was so pink and raw. So wet and delicious looking. When she spread herself further and lifted her leg to hover over me, I saw her pussy wide open. It was glistening and there were still fluids from her orgasm. I had to wonder if my cock going inside her actually made mom more aroused.

Giavanna held my cock upright. She had the hands of an experienced artist. Rough from years of manual work with her hands. Yet also very feminine at the same time.

I tensed hard the moment my mother's pussy seemingly devoured my cock. She lowered herself onto me in a gradual pace. It felt exactly how I expected. Warm. Wet. Inviting. Sure, it hurt sitting on the stool with my mom's weight on me, but the feeling in my cock was pure bliss.

"You're doing great," she whispered to me.

Then she lowered herself until I was mostly inside her. Giavanna told mom to stop and hold that position, with my cock only three-quarters of the way inside of her. Giavanna wanted to paint some of my cock as well, so we were stuck in this uncomfortable and awkward position.

Based on Giavanna's further instructions, mom had to turn her face away from me, and use her left hand to push against my face. Just like Bernini's original sculpture.

Giavanna smiled. "Perfect! Hold still. Don't move your bodies or facial expressions. I will make this as quick as possible."

With the satisfactory pose, Giavanna rushed to her stool, grabbed her palette and brush, and went to work. Her eyes shifted between my naked mother and myself, then onto her canvas which she painted. She went fast. Her eyes continuously went back and forth. Her paintbrush skills seemed quick and efficient. Her eyes looked razor sharp when looking at us, as if to stare into our souls. What a skilled woman she was.

Meanwhile, I couldn't keep my eyes away from my mother's naked body. I had a good excuse too. Giavanna instructed me not to move. And Giavanna told mom not to look at me, to face away from me. That meant I could stare at mom's tits for as long as this lasted.

Those tits looked beautiful too. Perfectly curved and shaped. I've always had a thing for mature women, and mom's tits reflected the beauty of her age, with that slight sag and roundness on the bottom. I even noticed the small sun spots around her chest, which was something that most mature women had. And those nipples. God, those brown nipples looked forever hard. I was amazed that they remained so stiff. How I wanted to lean forward and suck on them.

I've seen enough porn and been with enough women to know what an aroused woman's nipples looked like. And I was convinced that mom was aroused to some degree. I wondered what was making her so excited. The exhibitionism? The fact that a cock was inside her? Or was it that her son was surely admiring her beauty, while his cock was in her?

And that was the other thing. While her pussy had consumed my cock, I felt her warmth and wetness. I could swear that mom had gotten even wetter since we started. I could practically feel mom's juice forming drops, reading to drip down my cock.

Oh yes, mom was definitely aroused.

For the next few minutes, I listened to the sound of Giavanna painting away on the canvas, while also staring at mom's face, noting how attractive she really was. And of course, marveling at how those brown nipples managed to stay erect for so long.

Then, my own mortality came crashing down. Holding an erection still for 10 minutes was more than I could chew. After all, there was nothing rubbing, stroking, or sucking my cock. Mom's pussy had to remain completely still.

"My penis is getting soft," I embarrassingly admitted.

"Can you get it hard again if you rubbed it?" mom asked, still maintaining her same pose.

"Sure, I think so. Hang on."

"No," Giavanna quickly said. "Helen, you do it. Reach down and massage Stuart's penis with your free arm. I feel there will be stronger emotional conflict on your face if you were holding your son's penis."

Mom didn't reply. But I heard her gulp loudly.

While maintaining her pose, she used her free hand to reach below and searched for my softening cock. When she found it, she squeezed hard. It wasn't the same loving, caressing touch as before. No, before was an innocent touch. This was something else. This was meant to get my cock to throb again.

I immediately realized what a sexual goddess mom could be. Her hand was still on my face, pushing me away. Her face remained turned away from me.

Yet, those amazing brown nipples of hers always remained hard. And her free hand was essentially jerking me off, getting me hard for her pussy. It worked, too. She stroked my shaft in a rough but soothing way. The tips of her fingers occasionally traced along my cock, as if to tease me. She even fondled my balls. What a woman.

The result was that I was rock hard again. Swollen inside my mother's pussy. I could hear mom breathing harder. And I could see that her chest was starting to heave from her breaths. Was playing with my cock making her aroused? I was convinced that it was. Why else would she suddenly be extra excited?

"Perfetto!" Giavanna said in Italian, as she painted quickly. "Straordinario! Just a few extra touches...wait for it...so close...so close...Finito!"

What a relief. Our work was done. Suddenly I relaxed to ease my muscles from holding still for so long.

On the other hand, my mother had a different way of relaxing. She had been holding that uncomfortable pose for so long, that her muscles had ached.

So when mom relaxed, she did so by collapsing onto me. She wrapped her arms around me. I could feel her soft breasts and hard nipples pressing into my skin. It felt so amazing. She rested her chin on my shoulder and breathed a sigh of relief.

Most shocking of all, mom had pressed her entire weight onto me so she could finally relax her legs. That meant that my cock went entirely inside that wet pussy of hers. And she was certainly wet. Her inner sanctum felt hot and I was sure that it was overflowed with her natural juices.

She realized what she had done and leaned back to look me in the eyes.

"Sorry about that," she smiled and blushed. "I've never held such an uncomfortable pose before, and my body is killing me."

I blushed back. "Not a problem."

Giavanna commented on how cute the situation was, that a mother and son were holding each other so intimately, with the son's cock buried deep inside the mother's wet sex.

Then Giavanna's phone rang again. She checked it and clearly it was important.

"I'll be back in a few minutes," Giavanna said. "There will be a class in here soon. Please, get dressed. Thank you so much for the sacrifices. I owe you both a nice dinner. Vi amo entrambi."

Then Giavanna took the call and talked on the phone on her way out. She closed the door behind her and there we were, left naked and alone in the lecture hall.

I fully expected mom to get off me, since after all, my cock was still raging inside her pussy. Instead, she continued sitting on me, looking at me with a loving expression on her face.

"What?" I asked, wondering why she was looking at me like that.

She kissed my cheek. "You're so brave. Really, I'm so proud of you."

"Why?"

Mom clenched her pussy around my cock. "You know why. That took a lot of courage. And I'm glad you kept an open mind."

"It's all for the sake of art. Charity too, I might add."

"Is that so?"

Mom clenched her pussy tighter. It was meant to be teasing expression, but it made my cock ache with pleasure. I was impossibly erect.

I looked at the clock. "Oh shit, I think the next class starts in 20 minutes. Students might be lining up outside this lecture hall soon."

"Right. We better get dressed."

When mom lifted herself and slowly pulled her pussy off my throbbing, rock hard cock, my body jerked.

"What's wrong?" she asked with concern.

"My...you know...it aches. Don't worry, it'll be fine. I'll just have to tuck it carefully inside my underwear and walk slowly. No one will notice. It's no big deal."

She flashed that typical motherly look. "What do you mean it's no big deal? I can't have you walking around campus with a throbbing erection."

Oh yes, it was clear what mom was up to.

"I think you're right."

She nodded. "How would that make me look? Honestly? If we were walking together and it was obvious that you had an erection in your pants. People would think you're my young lover and that we were off to have sex. Imagine that. Word spreads fast around Oxford. My reputation would be totally ruined. I may even lose my job here."

"We can't have that."

Mom took a deep breath and pressed the palms of her hands onto my shoulders.

"Hold still," she said. "This will be quick."

There was a look of total concentration on her face. Then she slowly sat down on my cock again until I was all the way inside of her pussy. This time, she felt even warmer and wetter. Mom was definitely enjoying this.

She rocked her hips back and forth. Slow at first. Then picking up speed. This had nothing to do with art. Nothing to do with expression.

It had everything to do with lust and taking care of my erection. As our eyes were locked, I wondered what was going through her mind. Had she always wanted to fuck her son, or was this a newfound thrill? Or was this solely for thanking me for participating in the art process?

Maybe I'd never know. But I knew that mom was totally fucking aroused. She was breathing heavily and her eyes looked wild with lust and passion. Her hips rocked so fast that her breasts had begun to shake. Ah, those huge nipples of hers. I finally had permission to touch them, or worse...

I bent forward and sucked her large brown nipple. Feeling its stiffness in my mouth. Instead of slapping me, which she should have, mom simply rubbed the back of my head.

"Enjoy it while you can, mister," she moaned. "This is purely for necessity purposes."

I briefly spit her nipple out. "Of course it is. Oh fuck, I'm close."

Mom clenched her pussy tight and rocked her hips in a fast, sensual motion. For such an educated and respectable woman, she really knew how to work her pussy. She was a sex goddess that could rival any Greek or Roman mythological figure. I was certain of that.

I came inside her, shooting spurt after spurt of cum inside mom's pussy. She could sense it too, and showed it by rubbing my skin and letting me know that it was okay. She held me tight against her breast as I came. I could feel her heart beating. Her skin was becoming moist with sweat. She finished me off and drained the rest of my cum by keeping her pussy clenched and her gyration in a slow, controlled manner.

"Oh yes," she groaned. "I've always loved the feeling of a man cumming inside my sex. I just never thought it would be with my own son. What a feeling. And you know what? I kind of like it."

After I finished making a mess of mom's pussy, I looked up at her to see if she really meant it. There was a smile on her face and a naughty gleam in her eyes. Yes, she meant it. She loved the feeling of her own son cumming inside her pussy.

When we stopped fucking, we finally realized that Giavanna had been standing there, watching me cum inside my mother.

"Bellissimo," Giavanna said with excitement. "I'm so glad I was able to witness the final act. Such a beautiful expression of love."

Mom looked so embarrassed that we had been caught. Then that embarrassment faded as Giavanna expressed more pleasure from watching us have sex.

Time was now of the essence. Giavanna put her things away and mom and I got dressed. It was hot seeing mom climb off me. Fluids dripped from her pussy. Both my cum and hers. None of it dripped to the floor though. It went down her legs. Then she went to her purse for a tissue and wiped herself clean, hiding the incriminating tissue back inside her purse.

I watched her get dressed as I got dressed at the same time. It may have been the last time I'd ever get to see her naked, so I wanted to take it all in.

When we were done, Giavanna unlocked the door and students started trickling in, having no idea that a mother and son just had an intense fuck session in their historic classroom.

Mom gave her hair a toss and made sure her outfit was on properly.

"You look great," I said.

She smiled and whispered, "You've just seen me naked, and we've just had sex. You'll always think I look great."

As usual, mom was right. She winked at me and we headed to the door. A few of the students coming into the classroom were also students of my mother. They said 'hi' to mom, and mom said 'hi' back. I waited by the side as mom made small talk with them. Mom was in a great mood after everything we had just done.

While mom finished chatting with her students, who had questions about an upcoming assignment, I noticed that mom suddenly clenched her legs as she politely finished chatting with them. I knew what it was. So did mom.

Cum was dripping from her pussy and was making a mess of her panties. When she finished talking to her students, mom proudly walked to the door, cum flowing and all.

The End

500 Housewife, Mother Slut

HeyAll

While getting settled into my new office, the man from Human Resources came over to congratulate me on the promotion, along with offering me a friendly handshake.

"It's nice to see some fresh young faces in charge around here," the man said. "I've heard some great things about you. And I also saw that Sandra was recently hired back and will be working for you. I just wanted to be the first to let you know that you're probably in for a real treat."

There was a sly grin on the man's face and I didn't know how to respond. If I hadn't known any better, I would have thought this asshole just made a suggestive remark about my mother, not knowing that I was Sandra's son.

Let me explain: My mother has spent her entire adult life working as a paralegal for different firms and companies. She paid for my education and she pulled a lot of strings to get me this job. After a few years of working here, I managed to get a promotion to a managerial position.

Mom had been working in a different department, until sadly, that department was closed a few months ago. As fate should have it, she was rehired in my department.

And she'd be working under me.

We both agreed that it would be best to avoid letting everyone know that I was her son because it would just be awkward. The last thing either of us needed were to be on the receiving end of jokes because I've become my mother's boss. Only now, it seemed like I was getting a little too much information.

"What do you mean?" I asked. "That Sandra is a hard worker?"

He kept grinning, "Oh yeah. She's a hard worker alright. She's also smart, funny, and she's a real hot piece of ass. Plus I've heard she does other things really well, if you know what I'm saying. Her old boss told me that they did all sorts of sexual stuff in the office."

"Very funny," I replied, trying to laugh it off. "You want me to flirt with her or something. It's a good prank. Nice try."

"Fine," he said, smiling before turning to walk away. "But when she's under your desk sucking you off, just remember this conversation."

"Wait," I replied to stop him. "Are you serious? I mean... that still goes on in the workplace these days?"

"It's not against the rules if no one knows about it. Catch my drift?"

"And you've seen this happen with her? Or is something you've heard?"

"Both, actually," he said with a smirk. "I've caught a few glimpses of her on her knees with her previous boss. He used to brag about it. And I don't know why you look so upset about hearing this. You look like I'm talking about your wife, or your sister, or even your own mother. She's just some legal assistant that'll help you draft documents for clients. Who knows, maybe if you play your cards right, she'll be your little office slut too. You should be thrilled."

"Uh... yeah... I guess so."

If only he knew...

My head was spinning the next morning as my mother prepared for the first day as my paralegal. All I could think about was if the man from Human Resources was serious, or if he was joking or made a mistake. Could my prim and proper mother actually do that type of stuff in the office? Worst of all, was she doing that while previously married to dad?

"I'm so excited," mom said, striking different poses for me. "What do you think of my new outfit?"

She kept modeling different poses while she stood in front of her bedroom mirror. As usual, her outfit was both classy and sexy at the same time. It hugged her body and showed off her curves where they needed to be shown.

"You look amazing," I replied honestly.

"I know. I'm actually warming up to the idea of us working together. A lot of my friends tell me about how their kids move out and then they rarely ever hear from them again. So I think it's a great thing that we can spend so much time together."

"Yeah, well it's definitely going to be an interesting day," I replied with a forced smile. "It hasn't fully sunk yet, to be honest."

She winked. "Give it time. And you better not abuse your powers either. Believe me, you might be my new boss in the workplace, but I'll always be the boss at home."

"Yeah. You're right."

"What's the matter?" she asked, seeing through my discomfort. "Are you having second thoughts about this?"

"No, it's not that. It's just...never mind... it's nothing."

She put her hands on her hips. "Don't give me that 'never mind' stuff, young man. I know when something is wrong. Tell me, what is it?"

I took a deep breath. "Fine, do you know a guy named Dave from Human Resources?"

"Sure I do. Why?"

"He dropped by to talk to me... and...well... he didn't know that I'm your son when he was telling me about your encounters with your previous boss."

Mom froze for a few seconds. There was no mistaking it, she definitely knew what I was talking about.

"Oh my god..." she gasped. "That fucking jerk. I... I can't believe this."

"So it's true then?"

She paused for a brief moment. "I'm not a whore. Please don't think of me as one."

"I never said you were."

"No, but you were thinking it. I'm a grown woman. What I do in private is certainly nobody's business. As far as I'm concerned, you have no right to judge me."

I took a few steps forward and put my hand on her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her.

"I'm not judging you, mom. And you know that I would never think any less of you for any reason. It's just that, I was so surprised. I couldn't stop thinking about it. That's all."

"Fair enough," she replied, calming herself down. "But please don't think that I'd slept my way to the top. I'm a hardworking woman and I've earned everything I have in life."

"Of course," I replied honestly. "You're the most dedicated and respectable woman I've ever known. But I have to ask, did the relationship you had with your old boss happen while you were still with dad?"

A sudden look of shock came over her face. "God no! I've never cheated on your father, and this has absolutely nothing to do with us splitting up. It was only a short fling I had when I was single."

"Thank you. I'm glad to hear that because that was what really bothered me more than anything."

She smiled, "I'm sorry I overreacted. But since we'll be working together, I think it's best if we clear the air right now and get it over with. Are you okay with that?"

"Sure."

"The relationship I had with my ex-boss began over a year after I became single. I was constantly busy with my personal life and career. I worked very long hours and we slowly developed a mutual attraction. Plus I've always had a thing for authoritarian figures, which made him even more attractive."

"A thing for 'authoritarian figures,' eh? If I remember correctly, didn't you first meet dad when you used to work for him at another company?"

I shouldn't have mentioned that, but I've always been curious about how my parents met and how they started dating, since they were always vague about it.

She flashed a serious look. "Don't get cute, mister. But you're right, I used to work for your father and that's how we met. Like I said, I've always had a thing for authoritarian figures in my life. It's my only weakness. Now you can stop wondering what this was all about."

Her tone suggested that the conversation was over. Although she tried to be a proud mother, holding her head high and fighting off any sense of embarrassment, I saw her cheeks slightly blush. There was definitely a sense of shame on her part that her son had found out this secret.

A few hours later and I was sitting behind the desk of my office. I was getting the hang of my new job and things had already been settled with mom. Deep down, I knew it wasn't over. Mom was a prideful woman and she needed to be seen in a positive light.

There was a knock on my door. In typical mom-fashion, she opened the door before I could answer, and she entered with a smile.

"Hi boss," she said playfully while walking towards me. "Can I get you coffee or something? I can't stand the thought of you being overworked sitting behind that cozy desk of yours."

"Your sarcasm is much appreciated. Don't you know it's bad practice to be condescending to your workplace superior?"

She sat on top of my desk, facing me. "I guess not. But the reason I'm here is because I'm having lunch with a few of my old colleagues from other departments. My lunch break will probably be a little longer than it should. It won't happen again; I promise."

"I knew you couldn't resist taking advantage of me," I replied, giving her a stern but equally joking look. "I just didn't think it would be this soon. I mean, we've only been working together for a few hours."

"Oh, relax sweetheart. It's only an extra thirty minutes. Besides, I'm one of the more experienced employees around here when it comes to paralegal work, so I can get things done in a fraction of the time compared to anyone else."

"I'm sure you can. But I still fully expect to be treated like any one of your previous bosses."

I immediately realized what that meant to her, given all that we had talked about, and all that I had learned.

Both of her eyebrows raised. "You want me to treat you like my previous boss? That's quite a revelation, especially considering I told you some pretty intimate things."

"Oh, come on... You know exactly what I mean. I meant that..."

She interrupted, "Now when you say that you want me to treat you like my old boss, did you mean how submissive and naughty I can be behind closed doors? Because that's what your comment sounded like."

"Has anyone seen Sandra?" a voice said distantly in the background.

"Your friend is looking for you. I don't have a problem with a longer lunch break. You're one of the hardest working people here."

She smiled and turned to leave. "I knew you'd see things my way."

After a slightly awkward car ride home, my mother and I had dinner that evening together. None of us mentioned the innuendo filled discussion we had early in the day, but it was clearly still in the air.

"Blaze pizza is delicious," she said, breaking the silence at the dinner table.

"I know. Pesto. Cheesy. All these custom toppings."

She licked her lips. "Incredibly fresh, too. We should make this our weekly thing. How about every Friday?"

"That's a plan. I'll pay."

"A generous manager," she giggled. "You should fit right in at the company."

"Well that's the idea. Speaking of which, we should really put this awkwardness behind us. I mean, I'm sure we're both thinking the same thing right now, aren't we?"

"You're right," she said. "I'm sorry for getting a little too playful with you earlier. I was having a good time with old friends and got a little carried away in your office. I'm sorry again if I weirded you out."

"It wasn't that weird. It's just that you caught me totally off guard and I didn't know how to react. To be honest, I thought it was actually kind of funny to hear you talk like that."

"You liked it then?" she teased.

"Oh no, not this again," I jokingly sighed.

"I'm being serious here. You really don't have anything to be ashamed of. It's a lot more accepted in this day and age."

I shook my head, "Huh? Wait... are we still talking about the same thing here? Because if I didn't know any better, I'd swear that you're asking me about..."

"Incest," she blurted out. "Have you ever thought about incest? Not necessarily with me, but in general."

"What? Heck no! What kind of sick pervert do you think I am?"

"Curiosity, I suppose," she shrugged, like it was no big deal. "I read a lot of romance stories online and I'm often surprised by the large fan base that incest has. I've been extremely honest with you lately, so you can be honest with me; have you ever thought about it?"

"I'll answer your question on one condition," I said firmly.

Her eyebrow rose. "And what condition would that be?"

"I can't stop thinking about what you said in the office today, about how you did things that were 'submissive and naughty' with your last boss. And by the look you're giving me, I think you already know what I'm going to ask."

An embarrassed expression crept over her face. "Fine. I'll go first. You've already heard that I had a certain liking for oral sex with my previous boss in his office. As for the 'submissive and naughty' part, I used to do different things that he'd ask of me, things that turned both of us on to no end."

"Like?"

"Like I used to occasionally go pantyless to work. He would call me into his office, have me sit on his desk, and make me lift up my skirt to show him how I felt about it. That usually ended with me having to wipe his desk clean. In addition to me giving him oral sex, he would sometimes screw me in the supply room. And finally, if we worked overtime together, he would insist that I strip down and do my paralegal duties naked. There have been several instances where the custodian has gotten quite a show."

"That was more than I was expecting to hear," I replied, feeling stunned by my mother's admissions.

She shrugged, "You asked for it. But now it's your turn. I have bent over backwards trying to be completely honest with you, and I expect some reciprocation. Your turn. Have you ever thought about incest?"

"I guess."

"That short answer better be a joke, young man," she said with her eyes becoming wide and her anger building. "I mean it, you may be the boss at work, but I'm still the boss at home. Start talking."

I took a deep breath. "Yeah, I have. Who hasn't? I may have even visited some of the same sites you go to on occasions. I'm not surprised that it has a large fan base, and it's probably a lot more popular as a fantasy than people think."

An amused look came over her face. "What's your favorite category of incest? What excites you the most?"

"Do we really need to go there?"

"After everything I've told you? I think it's fair. Now start talking."

"I've always thought that father/daughter stuff was kinda hot, where the daughter teases her dad and he starts feeling helpless because of his natural urges. I also think mother/son stuff is kind of fun too I guess."

"Mother/son stuff?" she said with a grin. "Ha! Oh my. I had no idea you felt that way. Have you ever thought about me?"

"I should have known this was a setup. This is your way of embarrassing me for being your boss, isn't it? I knew it."

She laughed, "Relax sweetie. Believe it or not, I actually like that you're my new boss. And thinking about your mother is really nothing to be ashamed of. Like you said, this kind of thing is more common than people realize."

I paused for a moment, "In that case... I may have thought about you once or twice in my life, maybe a little more. Can you blame me? Mother or not, you're a beautiful woman."

"I'm flattered that a vibrant and healthy young man would say that about me," she said graciously.

"What about you?" I asked. "What kind of stuff do you like to read? Are there any particular incest fantasies you like to think about?"

"What do I think about? Right now I think I could use a warm bath with some light music to unwind after a long day. Maybe a little Netflix afterwards and then it's off to bed."

"That's not a bad idea. If I'm not mistaken, you owe me some paperwork tomorrow."

She smiled, winked, and got up to give me a kiss on the forehead before clearing the table.

It was late the next afternoon when my mother knocked on my office door, carrying some documents in a folder. She looked gorgeous as always. Her hair and makeup were done to perfection like usual, and so was her professional attire. But unlike yesterday, instead of wearing pants, she wore a knee-length office skirt with stockings on her legs which could grab any man's attention.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Williams," she said with grace and class. "I have the briefing you wanted, complete with detailed information and research I added on my own."

"And that's why you're the most dedicated and valuable person in this division," I said honestly to my mother. "I'll be sure to recommend a pay raise for you once evaluations come. You deserve it."

It was obvious that she felt proud of what I said, and it made her stand a little straighter and hold her head up a little higher.

"Thank you, sir. I appreciate it. And speaking of dedication and hard work, you look exhausted. Don't let the pressure of a new job get to you. It's always good to have a break every now. Trust me on that."

"Yeah, well this job isn't easy. Thanks for caring, though."

She casually walked over to where I sat and leaned her butt against my desk. Her face showed a touch of excitement and her skirt rode up slightly. I was in anticipation of where this was headed.

"I saw you glancing at my legs in the car this morning," she said with a hint of seduction. "I don't think that's ever happened before. Did you see anything you like? Or did you remember what I said about wearing a skirt for my ex-boss?"

I gulped and nervously replied, "Both maybe. What you did for your previous boss crossed my mind when I saw you were wearing a skirt. Plus you have great legs if you don't mind me saying that."

She reached down with both hands to pinch the sides of her skirt and she slowly raised them to reveal the flesh of her thighs and the top of her garter.

"I'm glad you think so. You know, when I got dressed this morning, I realized that I never answered your question about if I had any incest fantasies of my own. So maybe this may give you an idea."

With that said, she pulled her skirt up even further to reveal the bottom end of her bare vagina to me in my office. My heart was pounding at the sight of my mother's brown labia. She pulled even further fully to expose her cleanly shaven crotch. If things weren't hot enough, she sat on my desk and spread her legs apart, putting her dripping wet pink flesh on full display for my viewing pleasure.

"Oh..." I gasped with my eyes glued to her womanly parts. "I'm guessing you like mother/son fantasies. You're soaking wet..."

She nodded. "Yes. Among other things, I enjoy a good mother/son story every now and then. And if you're wondering why I'm doing this, it's because I can't stand the thought of my son being overworked and overstressed. Judging by your reaction, it's worked. Have a good day, boss."

I was snapped out of my trance when my mother yanked her skirt back down and walked away. Just as she was about to leave my office, she gave me a wink and another reminder not to stress out.

A few hours later, my mother and I were in the car and on our way home. To say things were more awkward than yesterday was an understatement. I had just had an up close encounter with my mother's vagina, and to make matters worse, she was acting extra friendly while I drove as if to tease me.

"You're more relaxed now," she said as I drove. "Coffee and donuts always work wonders, don't they?"

"Sure they do. But I think you know that I had something a little more visual to help calm me down."

"Good. I'm glad it worked. It was a little raunchy, I'll admit, but it worked. Men always seem to lose their minds at the sight of a woman's vagina, even if it's the one they came out of."

I tried not to but I couldn't help but laugh.

"Very funny," I replied. "But seriously, that was the best part of my week. All the stress I had from this promotion left my body and I felt like a new man."

"In other words, you went to the bathroom and masturbated, didn't you?" she asked playfully.

"No comment on that."

She laughed, "I really don't mind you getting off to my private area. You being happy is all that matters. Just don't expect that to be a common occurrence. Like I've said before, you may be the boss at work, but don't forget who calls the shots when we're at home."

"Actually, that might not be the case anymore" I replied. "If I'm not mistaken, I'll be bringing home a bigger check than you. That would kind of make me the man of the house now, wouldn't it? I mean, it's tradition. You can't argue with that."

I kept my eyes on the road as I heard her giggle ever so slightly.

"Mom, I can hear you laughing. What is it?"

"This new take-charge attitude of yours is impressive," she said in an encouraging way. "It's nice. Really. You're becoming a grown man. It's certainly a lot better than seeing you play video games all day. But I suppose you're right on that. You're the man of the house now."

I pulled into our driveway, and once we got home, we headed to our respective rooms to unwind after a long and unusual day.

The awkwardness and sexual tension between us continued that night. We had a nice home cooked meal which she made. And it was extra special considering that she rarely takes the time on a weekday to make some of her best dishes with a gourmet presentation.

"Do you like it?" she asked, which could have easily been a reference to the small outfit she had decided to wear.

I nodded while cleaning my plate. "Delicious. This is the best thing you've made in a while."

"Thank you," she said proudly. "You deserve it. After all, you're the man of the house now, right? Isn't that what you want? That means I'll have to treat you accordingly."

"So that's what this is about? Do you want extra breaks at work? It's okay if you do. Seriously."

She smiled, "There's no catch. It's a pleasure to see you becoming a man now. As a single mother who's raised you alone for the past many years, I find it to be very rewarding. And I couldn't be prouder of you."

I reached over and patted my mother's hand. "Thanks, mom. Sorry for being skeptical."

"Don't worry. But in the meantime, these dishes won't clean themselves. Come on, help me bring all these plates over to the kitchen counter."

"After a meal like this, you deserve the night off. I'll do the dishes tonight and you go rest."

She smiled, "I appreciate that. You're too sweet."

My mother then gave me a kiss on the cheek before heading up the stairs.

For the never several minutes, I washed the dishes and reflected on how crazy things have been lately. I couldn't believe that my mother and I had talked about such intimate and personal things. I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that she showed me her vagina up close as a way to relieve me.

I heard footsteps behind me just as I was finishing up, and I turned around to say 'goodnight' to my mother.

"Thanks again for the..."

My jaw immediately dropped. I stood in disbelief at the sight of my mother walking into the kitchen completely naked.

She looked stunning. Her hair was down and her face was makeup free, giving her a natural look. Her curvy body reflected her middle-age. Her breasts were medium sized and sagged a little. And the hardness of her large pink nipples showed that either she was cold, or she was aroused.

"Oh, don't give me that look," she said with a wave of a hand, as she grabbed a cup from the counter and headed to the fridge for some juice. "What's the matter, you've never seen a naked woman before?"

I stammered, "Of... of course I have. It's just that... you're YOU. You're my..."

"Your mother?" she said, finishing my sentence. "But since you want to be regarded as 'the man of the house', then it's only fitting that I be your housewife. And before you were born, your father and I were practically nudists at home. It's only fair that you get the same treatment, isn't it?"

"I... I'd have to agree. I think I could get used to this."

She poured her juice and just as she left, she came over to me and lightly touched the growing erection through my shorts.

"It sure feels like you could. You've really turned out to be a real man in more ways than one. Sleep well."

Her butt swayed with each step as she walked away.

I sat in my office late the next morning and reflected again upon all that's happened in the past many hours. Earlier in the day, as we rode in the car together, my mother made it perfectly clear that the previous night wasn't some fluke; that she would be more than willing to be my naked housewife. Naturally, it was all I could think about ever since.

There was a knock on my door. Mom entered wearing her usual office attire and a bright smile. The clock said it was 11:55 so I just assumed it was the same situation as the day before.

"Hey there," I said. "Need another extension for your lunch break?"

"Actually, not today. I told them I'd be skipping today's lunch meeting with them."

"Why?"

She gave me an uncharacteristically shy and vulnerable look as she approached me. She sat on top of my desk, but kept her legs closed.

"Because I still feel as though we still have some things we needed to clear up between us, and I couldn't wait until this evening. Besides, I really like this office setting. It's fitting."

I nodded, "You're right about the clearing things up part. I haven't been able to focus on work all morning, especially after seeing you... you know... naked last night."

"That's a good thing, I hope," she replied with an eyebrow raised.

"That's a great thing," I smiled. "You're amazing."

"Wonderful," she said smiling back. "Because I think there's something else you might like to hear. Remember when I told you yesterday that I enjoyed mother/son fantasies?"

"How could I forget?"

"Well, you never asked me anything beyond that. Because if you had, you would have found out that I used to spy on my brother having sex with our mom growing up. It happened on his 18th birthday, and since then, I developed a rather strong oedipal fantasy that would rival most male authors of incest stories."

A small shiver went down my spine, the good kind, but I tried my best not to show my mother how aroused hearing that made me. I tried to say as calm as possible, but regardless, she could tell I was enthused.

"Oh..." I gasped. "You mean Uncle Joe and Grandma have been..."

"Screwing," she said. "I don't get to see it anymore because we obviously don't live together. But I still fantasize about them occasionally, especially when I'm reading stories. And more recently, I've developed another strong incest fantasy regarding someone else in my immediate family; care to guess who that is?"

I paused for a moment to be sure what she was implying. "At this point, I'd say it's your current boss, the guy you're talking to right now, and who's office you're in. I know, I'm an irresistible guy."

She laughed, "Three days as a boss and you've already got an ego? You'll fit right in with upper-management."

"What happens next? I mean, we obviously can't be open about this, but it's not like anyone is going to find out either."

"I'm already going to be your naked housewife at home," she stated. "Neither of us have a problem with that. So as your workplace subordinate, why not add another title for me?"

"I'm not sure where this is going, but I love the possibilities. What do you have in mind?"

"Would you be interested in having an office slut?" she asked bluntly. "I'll give you the same benefits as my previous boss. What do you think?"

I was immediately taken aback by what my mother had just offered. After all the incestuous fantasizing and masturbating I had done in my life, I never thought any of that would ever come true. And here it was, handed to me on a silver platter.

"I think it sounds like it's too good to be true. But if you're actually serious about this, then there's no way that I'm passing up this opportunity."

She smiled, "Well I am serious. It's a win/win situation for both of us. We can both feel amazing and live happily ever after. It'll be a dream."

I took a deep breath and replied, "So... uh... how do you suppose we start this? I mean... if I were your old boss, what would be happening right now?"

She got down on her knees, in between my legs.

"Well, with my previous boss, we would have kept the talking to a bare minimum and my mouth would be filled with cock already. Any objection to that?"

I shook my head 'no.'

"Good," she said. "Let's get started."

Her hands casually headed towards my crotch as if she had done this a million times, and she immediately went to work undoing my belt buckle and zipper. Once undone, she pulled my ever-growing cock out of my underwear and began to stroke it up and down.

"Very nice," she commented. "It's been awhile since I've handled one of these. But don't worry, it's like riding a bike. You're a busy man and your time is important. We don't have a second to waste."

She swooped down and took my cock in her mouth and started sucking. Her vacuum-like suction and wet saliva were more than enough to get my cock fully engorged. And being orally served by my own mother in my office only added to how intense this feeling was.

The phone suddenly rang in the middle of my mother's newfound oral servitude for me. It was my boss on the other line.

"Don't mind me," she said, temporarily spitting my cock out. "You have important responsibilities around here. Go right ahead."

She was right. I cautiously answered the phone while my mother continued sucking me off.

"Hello," I answered. "Good afternoon, Mr. Smith, it's a pleasure to hear from you... Yes, everything is going well, thanks for asking... My breathing? Oh, I was just about to leave and I ran back to answer the phone... Lunch? Now?"

My mother suddenly looked me straight in the eyes with a 'Don't You Dare' type of expression and continued to suck, slurp, and bob her head with even more tenacity.

"I'm really sorry, but I've actually got something going on with one of the employees. It's an oral communication exercise to build a more cohesive work environment along with trust in the workplace... Thank you... I'm glad you agree on the importance of that... Then tomorrow it is."

The call ended and I focused on my mother's oral attention.

She plopped my cock out of her mouth for the second time. "What did he say?"

"He was thrilled that I'm such a team player and he wished there were more people like me around here. He also said he loved my emphasis on teamwork and bonding with my employees. Now where were we?"

"Oral communication, right?"

"Exactly."

She gave me a playful wink and went back to sucking me off. This time, she used her hand to stroke me, enhancing the sexual pleasure I was receiving. I laid back and listened to her slurping noises filling the room, and having oral sex performed by my mother's expert mouth couldn't have felt better.

"Oh god," I moaned. "This feels fantastic. I'm going to explode pretty soon if you keep this up."

To my surprise, and brief disappointment, she put my raging hard cock back inside my pants and zipped me up.

"This is our first time together and I want it to be memorable," she said. "It would be a real shame if it was only an office blowjob. Come on boss, everyone is on their lunch break right now, so let's go to the office supply room."

We both adjusted our clothes to look like our proper selves, as if nothing was out of the ordinary between us, and we headed towards the supply room. We made extra sure that no one saw us enter together, and once we shut the door behind us, she grabbed me and planted a big kiss on my lips.

"Mmmm... I could really get used to being your office slut."

I gave her a few more kisses and replied, "So can I. And if I'm not mistaken, the supply room is where you used to have sex, right?"

She gave me an incredibly seductive grin and began to slowly undress. It was as if my mother was transforming before my very eyes in more ways than one. She had always prided herself on being so proper and elegant, along with being a fashionably dressed professional woman. And here she was, slowly taking off her expensive clothes and tossing them to the floor as if they were worthless accessories.

"That's exactly what we did in these places. Now be a good boss and fuck me until I can't take it anymore."

The last article of clothing was gone from her body and she was completely naked except for the stockings on her legs and the heels on her feet. She turned around and spread her legs apart, placing her hands on the table as she bent down.

I freed my rock hard erection and headed towards her. My heart pounded as the realization that I was about to finally fuck my own mother fully sunk in. She reached down with one hand to spread her labia apart, and I could tell that she was having the same thoughts based on how dripping wet she was.

The head of my cock slid inside of her womanhood, and so did the rest of my shaft. Her body trembled when I went all the way in and I held her hips tightly and proceeded to fuck her once her vaginal canal adjusted. It felt phenomenal being inside of her. And soon, the tiny room was filled with the sounds of wet rhythmic slappings from my crotch pounding the flesh of her ass, along with the faint sounds of us moaning.

"Oh god..." she panted. "Fuck me... that's it... fuck me... fuck your little office slut... fuck your own mother where it counts."

We tried our best to muffle our voices and moaning to make sure that no one would hear us. It was already a big enough risk as it was and we didn't want to get caught. But the fact that we were having sex in the office place was an added thrill to the already taboo act of incest.

Her legs suddenly started trembling at a ferocious pace and her body started shaking. My hands on her hips and thighs felt her muscles flexing and contracting, and it was clear that she was on the verge of a powerful orgasm.

"Oh goodness..." she whimpered. "Oh... rub my clit... rub it for me... this is how you make your mother cum... your office slut of a mother... make me cum..."

I reached down and furiously began to rub her engorged clitoris. The fluids seeping from her wet vagina coated my hand like a leaking faucet.

"I'm almost there... don't stop... keep screwing your mother..."

Hearing my proper and respectable mother's dirty mouth added to how hot this sexual situation was. We were both sweating profusely and I could see some of the glass in the small room start to fog up.

But I didn't have much time to think about my own pleasures, as my mother's back arched violently, and a strong gush of fluids rushed through my fingers as I fucked her pussy and fingered her clit the best that I humanly could. She was really making a mess all over the place, running down my hand, down her legs, and making a pool on the floor.

It took every ounce of strength she had to keep from thrashing her body around and screaming at the top of her lungs for the entire office building to hear. And it took every ounce of strength that I had to keep pleasuring her the way that she needed to be pleasured.

Once her orgasm subsided, her body was in a near state of collapse as she bent back down with her hands on the table to hold herself up. Soon, it was my turn to orgasm.

"I'm going to cum, mom..." I said as softly as I could.

My mother immediately got re-energized, dropped to her knees, looked up at me, and jerked me off until I exploded all over her mouth, coating her lips and tongue with my orgasm. She didn't stop until I was completely drained and she finished up by continuing to look me in the eyes while she swallowed.

"That was fucking amazing," I stated, breathing heavily.

She continued licking her lips along with the tip of my penis. "You have no idea what that did for me. I feel like a brand new woman."

"But you know what doesn't look brand new? This floor with your squirt and my cum all over it. God, what a mess we made."

She smiled looking down at it. "Yeah, what a mess. Good thing we're in a supply area. I'll have it cleaned up in no time, boss."

After a few more licks on my shaft and kisses to the head of my cock, she put my penis back in my pants and zipped me up. While still naked, she grabbed several sheets of paper towels and used them to wipe the floor clean, before hiding the 'evidence' in the pocket of her jacket to throw away someplace else.

I watched my mother get dressed and reveled in the fact that we just had full blown sex. It was such an erotic sight seeing her go from an office slut, back to being the prim and proper woman everyone knows her as. The awkwardness that had been lingering between us was now gone and everything felt normal. Everything felt the way that it should.

By the time we left the supply room, a group of people from the same floor, but different department, had just returned from their lunch break. It was obvious that they knew we had sex. Especially by looking at my mother with her 'I just got fucked' hairdo and her slightly crinkled outfit.

As for the orgasmic glow and smile which radiated from my mother? It was way too obvious. Any sexually experienced woman could spot it a mile away.

My mother didn't care though. She walked right past them with her head held high and a proud smile on her face. I could even hear some of the women in the background gossip about us with their whispering voices.

"Well those two clearly had sex."

"Couldn't they have gotten a hotel room?"

"I've heard they're related. Can you believe it?"

This job turned out to be more than just a significant pay raise. It was a unique bonding experience for my mother and me, and it would continue to be just that. Not only was she my mother, but she had also become my naked housewife, and in her words, my office slut. And that's the way it was meant to be.

501 Hypersexual Mother

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My mother was all smiles after we arrived to our camping destination. We found a nice spot on top of a hill, which overlooked the forest and a nearby river, and we set up our campsite.

What made this simple trip such a big deal was that she had been taking a groundbreaking new pharmaceutical drug she had helped to develop at the lab to treat migraines. Apparently it can work wonders, but also has a few kinks to it. So far it's been working great and mom has never seemed happier.

"God, what a beautiful day," she said happily as she unpacked. "I'm so glad that we've made this our annual tradition during the Spring because it's the perfect time of year for this type of getaway. It's a wonderful change of pace from our busy schedules isn't it?"

I couldn't help but notice the big smile on her face along with the sparkle in her eyes as she spoke.

"I couldn't agree more," I told her. "And you seem like you're in a really good mood. No offense, but you're usually tired and grumpy after a long drive."

"Yeah, well, I had a good night's sleep and a hot cup of coffee this morning. So what do you say we finish setting up our tents, and then afterwards, we could start grilling dinner. I've got some really good food packed along with some marshmallows and chocolate for..."

She abruptly stopped mid-sentence with her face suddenly looking flush and her body becoming stiff.

"I...uh...I need to use the ladies room..."

"Are you okay?" I asked, concerned over how startled she looked.

"I'm fine, I just need a quick bathroom break...uh...women's issues..."

Thinking fast, I replied, "How about we just use those bushes down the hill for our bathroom this time? It looks like the most private spot around this place."

"Okay...uh...gather up some branches for us to make a fire and promise me you won't look in my direction," she said, almost in a state of panic.

"Sure, of course," I replied

"I'll be right back..."

As soon as those words escaped her lips, she turned around to grab a roll of toilet paper, and in a flash she headed down the small slope towards the bushes.

I did as I was asked and gathered up branches for the fire. But at the same time, I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to see my mother's bare body parts for the very first time. And unlike our previous trips, our bathroom area this time was fairly close by and on the bottom of a hill, where someone could be easily seen.

I took my chances. After quickly throwing the branches down and grabbing my binoculars, I slowly made my way towards the edge of the hill to peak down in her direction. And what I saw left me speechless...

My mother was crouched down behind a bush. Her pants were around her ankles. But what caught me by complete surprise was that I could see her right arm moving at a furious pace, with her hand seemingly at the direction her crotch. One look through my binoculars confirmed my suspicion; she was masturbating!!

It was a surreal sight. My intelligent and sophisticated mother was pleasuring herself in the open forest. What the hell had gotten into her? Whatever the case, I found myself becoming hard as a rock.

But if the sight of my mother masturbating wasn't hot enough, I was soon able to see trickles of fluids gushing out from between her legs as she squirted (and I couldn't help but think of how glad I was that she was willing to pay top dollar for an expensive pair of high quality binoculars for me).

She quickly finished up, wiping herself with toilet paper, before pulling up her pants to head back to our campsite as if nothing was out of the ordinary. And when she came back, I tried my best to act casual as well.

The only thing I knew for sure was that I had to see more, and soon.

My mother wasn't around the campsite when I woke up early the next morning. She wasn't around our camp area, and she wasn't around our designated bathroom area either.

I got up and looked for her. It didn't take long for me to finally see my mother from afar; she was down the hill where the river was, crouched like she was the day before, masturbating on the shallow end of the water. I immediately became erect and grabbed my binoculars to watch her once again.

She was wearing only her t-shirt and was naked from the waist down like before as she pleasured herself. Her shorts were on the dry surface near the river, right next to her sandals. But before I could take out my erection to masturbate, she got out of the water, bare bottomed, and got dressed.

"You're up early this morning," she said as she came back to our little camping area, looking nervous and unsure if I saw her or not.

"Yeah, well I was so tired last night that I feel asleep once I hit the sack," I replied.

She smiled, "Same with me. I woke up early and I needed a little fresh water to freshen up."

"Well what you did down there really did look refreshing."

Her jaw dropped. We both froze after realizing what I had just carelessly blurted out.

"So...you saw me?" my mother asked nervously.

"No. That's not what I meant. I meant that you look refreshed after..."

"Just admit it," she said sternly. "Did you see me? It's starting to become obvious that you did."

"Fine. I saw what you were doing down there."

"Just what I needed," she sighed sarcastically. "I can't believe this is even happening right now. And just so you know, that wasn't me doing what you saw."

I tried to calm her down. "It's okay mom. You don't have to worry about me judging you for that. You're a woman with needs, just like everyone else."

"You don't understand. It was me, but I wasn't myself. I'm SURE that it's the chemicals in the medication I've been taking that's been affecting my hormone levels lately. That's the only explanation for my hyperactive behavior these past twenty-four hours."

My mother looked like she was in a state of deep-thought as she was saying this, as if she was having an epiphany speaking about her recent sexual behavior.

Now, it was finally time to take the risk. What did I have to lose? Both of us needed it.

"Well, do you need help at all?" I asked innocently.

"Excuse me? Did I hear that right?"

"I saw you yesterday behind the bushes as well, and you're obviously suffering. And I've always had the feeling that you've wanted me to follow in your footsteps in the medical field, so why not learn from one of the best firsthand? Think of it as a lesson in human biology."

She raised her eyebrows, "You know, if you ever plan on switching majors, you should try law. You have some mouth on you."

"Thanks I guess. But I'm being serious here. You're starting to look exhausted from everything you've been going through, and I'm sure you need someone to look after you. So since it's just us here, I wouldn't mind providing assistance for whatever you need."

She paused and gave me that 'motherly look,' just staring at me, thinking, and giving me an expression as if she wanted to scold me.

"I suppose it would be a lot better than having to run up and down that damn hill for my privacy," she said reluctantly. "Both of my hands are starting to get sore as well. And this technically is a medical emergency on my part."

"Does that mean you need my help?" I asked to be sure.

She gave another long pause, "As long as you PROMISE to be mature about this, and that this will be our secret."

"Of course mom, I promise."

"Good. Because I'm starting to feel that burning sensation between my legs and I may need assistance. Wait here a second..."

I held in my excitement as my mother went inside her tent and came out with a fresh towel. She unfolded it and spread it across the ground.

"Remember, you promise to be mature about this, right?" she asked sharply.

"You know I'm always mature about these things."

"And I also expect this to remain confidential between us, and that you'll NEVER ask for this again outside of this camping trip. This is STRICTLY for medical reasons as it relates to my health."

"Mom, you know that I would never do anything that would ever embarrass you to anyone," I replied in a reassuring manner. "And you can count on me to be professional about this. We're both scientists remember?"

My eyes looked down at her bare feet as she stepped out of her sandals. Her face remained expressionless as she began to unbutton her shorts, and with one pull of her hands, she bent down to remove her shorts and her panties at the same time. She was completely bare from the waist down, and my eyes marveled at her mature legs, which were nicely toned, and her cleanly shaven crotch.

"God, you look really se-...I mean, you look like you're in great shape mom," I told her.

"Thanks. It's from years of running and cycling. But that's not the issue here. Come on, I literally need a hand right now."

She laid down on the towel and she spread her legs apart. I bent down and immediately became rock hard at the sight of her engorged clitoris, just above her light brown labia which were glistening from her fluids.

"Jeez mom, your clit is throbbing right now. And you're really really wet. I've never seen anything like this before."

"Now you understand why I couldn't turn down your offer to help," she said in a desperate tone. "Now start rubbing it. I'm sure you've done this before. But if doing this for your mother is too awkward for you, just look away and pretend I'm someone else if that makes it any easier."

I put my hand on the mound of her vagina and the tip of my finger on her clit. "It's okay. I actually like the thought of doing this to my own mom. It's more fun that way."

She smiled, "I can't believe you just said that. I...uhhh...ohhh!!"

My mother let out an incredibly loud moan as my fingers started rubbing her clit. Her eyes widened and so did her mouth. It suddenly dawned on me that I had complete sexual power over my well-respected mother while she was in this state of hypersexual-arousal. My fingers, which were becoming wet with her fluids, didn't let up as I continued to furiously rub her clitoris and labia.

"Oh god...that feels so good!...Please don't stop!"

Her face twisted with pleasure. And when two of my fingers went inside her little vaginal hole, she squirmed and fought her body just to stay in place. It was like she was a woman possessed. I repeated the same back and forth repetitions, which were clearly working wonders on her.

"I'm almost there...Don't stop!...I'm cumming!!"

Her back violently arched and her toes tightly curled. A sudden stream of fluids squirted out of my mother's vagina and sprayed between my fingers. She squeezed the towel she was laying on tightly as a I continued fingering her clit. And I continued rubbing until she became completely relaxed and her orgasm was completed.

When it was over, my mother just laid there, eyes closed, as she struggled to catch her breath after the powerful orgasm she just had.

"Jeez... I hope you don't mind me saying this, but that was absolutely incredible to watch," I told her.

She remained relaxed and tried to quickly compose herself.

"Well I'm glad you've enjoyed your little 'biology lesson' as much as I did," she replied. "Now you see what I've been going through since yesterday afternoon. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get cleaned up."

Before she could get up, a sudden thought came to mind - a naughty one.

"Mom... Do you think you could... you know... help me out with the problem I'm having right now?" I asked hesitantly.

She gave me a serious look. "If you're asking what I think you're asking, the answer is no. That's not a good enough excuse. You don't have a medical issue like I do."

"Maybe not. But I just helped you out with your condition, and who's to say that it won't come back anytime soon and you might need my help again? Fair is fair isn't it?"

"Are you serious?"

I nodded sheepishly. "Yes."

After a brief moment to think, she replied, "Fine. Take it out and I'll give it a few strokes for you. And that's it. Nothing more."

I didn't miss a beat as I pulled out my hard cock through the top my shorts. I felt unashamed as my mother looked over my manhood, which stood erect for her, and she took it between her fingers and held it tight.

"You've grown," she said, looking at it and slowly beginning to stroke.

"I have. And I'm probably going to regret telling you this, but today is a dream come true for me. I've fantasized about you for a pretty long time."

The grip of her hand became tighter and she gave me longer strokes.

She looked up at me and smiled, "I've always known that. I'm a specialist in human biology remember? Plus I'm your mother, and mothers know these things about our sons."

Her attention turned back towards my erection and her continued hand job. Her eyes became wider and it almost looked as if she wanted to lick her lips. The taboo was unreal. My own bare-bottomed mother was jerking me off and she was getting aroused again!

"You were right," she said as her attention stayed on my cock. "Fair is fair, and you gave me a wonderful orgasm when I really needed it most. So how about I suck it for you? Would that make us even?"

My cock twitched at the very notion and it was clear that mom was getting more aroused by the second.

"It would be a good start."

She leaned forward and sucked the head of my cock. She leaned forward just a little bit more and took my hard shaft inside her mouth. Her head slowly bobbed back and forth and her other hand continued stroking me, giving me an erotic feeling which was unlike anything I had ever felt before. Her sucking and licking my cock became even more sensational and I was on the verge of an orgasm. But then I stopped her for a moment.

With her pussy glistening and her legs squirming, I knew she needed more. So did I. As good as this felt, there was something more intense which could satisfy our urges.

"Mom, you're getting aroused again. So why don't we do something that feels even better for both of us. I'm sure you know what I'm talking about."

She stopped sucking and paused to think for a moment. "I don't know. You think so? I'm starting to ache again."

"Wouldn't it help if I was inside you? Both of us would be relieved at the same time. We'll keep it strictly professional and medical based."

She sighed, "Gosh, I don't know."

"What's the worst that can happen?"

Mom took a deep breath. "Okay. But just this once since you've earned it. Make it quick."

My heart pounded and I gleefully positioned myself between my mother's legs. She was welcoming about our first time together as she opened her legs, and then wrapped them around me once I was in position. We looked each other straight in the eyes and she used her hands to guide my saliva covered penis towards her orgasm covered pussy.

"Ooohhh," she moaned as the head of my erection entered her. "That feels good. It's been awhile since I've made love. Keep going, those urges from the medication are coming back again."

I pushed my cock all the way in her small vaginal opening. Her warmth and wetness were all so very inviting, and so was her opening. She felt as titillating as a woman could possibly feel.

"I love being in you," I told her.

"I haven't been with many men," she groaned, struggling to get her words out. "Uhhh...god this feels so good. Do it harder."

She didn't need to ask twice. Once her body became accustomed to having an erect cock inside her, I slowly made my way in and out. Slowly. It didn't take long for her vaginal walls to become slick and loosen their tight grip on my cock and we were on our way to actual fucking - the kind of fucking that's hot, nasty, and best of all - INCESTUOUS.

"That's it! Fuck me! Fuck your mother hard!!"

Hearing my well-mannered and highly-educated mother scream those filthy obscenities was music to my ears. And the sight of my mother with her face clenched tightly while I fucked her was even more erotic. Her eyes looked like they were on the verge of rolling back as I continued to thrust harder and faster. Her moans and panting became louder as well.

"Mom...I'm about to cum!" I yelled.

As soon as I said that, my mother's body became tense and her muscles contracted. Her eyes squeezed shut and I once again felt a steady stream of my mother's squirting, this time it was through my cock as I fucked her mercilessly.

"Oh god..." she mumbled after opening her eyes. "Cum inside me! Cum inside the hole where you were conceived."

I was done holding back, I couldn't anymore. My long time fantasy of fucking my mother was finally fulfilled and I ejaculated inside her body.

When it was over, I collapsed on top of my mother and laid there for a long moment. We felt each other's chest heaving up and down from our rapid heart rates.

"What a morning," she said with relief after she had me roll over so she could stand up. "I can't believe we just did that together. And what's even more amazing is that I just had the best sexual experience of my life. I'm not sure if it's because of you or the medication."

I looked up at her and replied, "Why not both? You probably already knew this, but mother/son incest is actually a really popular thing nowadays. You might have actually loved that aspect subconsciously."

"No comment," she said with a grin as she walked away.

I continued resting on the towel where we had sex, and when my mother came back a minute later, she was still wearing only her t-shirt, and her wet vagina and rear end were still completely exposed. She was also holding the small container with the experimental medication inside.

She poured all of the tablets in the palm of her hand and stared at them.

"It's been an interesting experience with you," she said playfully to the medication. "Leading me to have sex with my son is where I have to draw the line unfortunately. But I can't deny that it's been fun and I surprisingly enjoyed it. Goodbye."

She reached her arm back and prepared to throw the medication out in the forest.

"Wait!" I yelled, stopping her. "Are you sure you have to throw those out? I mean, your lab has spent a lot of time and money to create those. Plus you don't have to go back to work for a couple days either."

She looked at me and smiled, "Well, I guess one or two more wouldn't hurt. Maybe three..."

Mom put the medication back inside of the bottle and closed it. After she put it down, she pulled her top away, then her bra, standing completely naked with her breasts fully exposed now. There was a surprising confidence in her demeanor. She loved being naked in front of her son.

Even more surprising, she got down on her knees to clean me up. She held me by the hips and took me effortlessly inside of her mouth. Her tongue worked wonders. As she sucked my cock, bringing it back to life, I saw her left hand slip between her legs, and she was playing with her pussy.

I was able to cum again, a much smaller load, and mom lapped the whole thing inside her mouth. Her hands were shaking and so were her legs. She came again.

She sat upright and winked at me. "All clean. Shall we go into the water and wash ourselves? Come on."

Mom finished licking her lips and swallowing my cum. Then we got up and headed towards the water together. There was a wet spot between her thighs from her squirt, which was something neither of us would ever get tired of.

The End

502 Hypnotizing Mother

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A brand new sleeping bag was tossed onto my bedroom floor.

"Pack your things, we're going camping tomorrow," my mother said with a firm sense of resolve.

"Camping?" I asked. "I thought you hated camping."

"I do. My therapist found that out today and he suggested I give it another try. He wants me to get over all of my phobias. It made sense once I thought about it."

My mother had been going to the therapist for the past several months. I never fully understood why, but it made her happy. I also would never criticize her for that either, since I was a psychology major in college. In fact, I was always 100% supportive of anything she did that involved self-improvement (not that I thought she needed it).

"Well, if that means we get to go camping, then I'm all for it."

Her eyebrow rose. "It'll only be for the weekend. Believe me, I don't want to stay in the woods any longer than I have to."

"The thought of you walking around the forest trying not to get your designer clothes dirty might actually be funny to watch," I smiled.

"Don't count on it mister," she replied. "I'm coming prepared. I've already spend over $200 dollars on a new outfit and hiking shoes for this camping trip, that I'll hopefully never have to wear again."

"I'm sure we'll have a great time."

She nodded. "Thanks. I have no clue how this is going to turn out or what we're going to do over there. But I have a good feeling about all of this."

That sense of resolve remained on her face, and in the tone of her voice. This clearly meant a lot to her for whatever reason.

It was Saturday night and my mother and I sat around a campfire. We spent the afternoon hiking and sightseeing. I loved it, but my mother didn't have the same enthusiasm.

"So now that we've spent a couple hours out here, are you a little less afraid of being in the outdoors?" I asked.

"Not really," she said hesitantly. "But at least we've got to spend a lot of quality time together, right? I've been so busy lately since my recent promotion, and you've got your hands full with college. So it's nice to be able to connect with each other again."

"Good point. We haven't done anything like this in a while."

She nodded. "Well I'm glad that this trip hasn't been a total loss. I can't wait until we get back to the city where there's power and running water and a clean place to live."

"What's this fear you have with nature anyway?" I asked. "I think that's what you mentioned yesterday, that you had a phobia or something. You never told me that before."

"It's nothing you'd be interested in."

There was a passive look on her face, like she wanted to move on, but that only made me more curious.

"Come on mom, I'm majoring in psychology for a reason. Maybe one day I'll be in the shoes of your therapist helping people who really need it."

"Fine," she said with a small huff. "When I was a little girl, our family went camping. One afternoon we went out for a hike and we ran into a grizzly bear. It wasn't a close encounter or anything, the bear was minding its own business across the river. But I remember absolutely freaking out and running for my life in the other direction. Since then I vowed to never return to the outdoors."

"That's the reason?" I asked with a smile. "It sounds like the bear wasn't even close to hurting you."

"You weren't there at the time to see it. It was big and scary."

"That's true I guess. So what about your other reasons for seeing a therapist? Running from a bear can't be the only thing that's making you shell out thousands of dollars to go talk to a professional."

"That part is off limits mister," she said in a motherly tone.

"Now you've got me even more curious. Come on mom. It's just us in the woods. You said you wanted us to spent quality time together, right? That's what people do when they camp and sit by the fireplace, they let their guards down and share revealing stories about themselves."

She paused for a moment and stared at me. "I'm seeing a therapist because I have...intimacy issues."

"Intimacy issues?"

Mom looked genuinely conflicted about whether she should continue or not.

She took a deep breath. "I've only had three orgasms in my life because I have a hard time being comfortable with a man, or even with myself. There, now you know my little secret."

"Oh..." I gasped, not knowing how to react.

"So there's your honest answer. That's why I never wanted to go into detail about why I'm seeing a therapist; because it's embarrassing to talk about."

"It's really nothing to be ashamed of though," I replied in a reassuring way. "Lots of women have intimacy issues. It's definitely treatable based on the new research that's out there."

She gave a forced smile. "I know. My therapist says the same thing. We both agree that it stems from my own insecurities that I have. I've always been insecure about the way I look, among other things."

For a moment, I couldn't believe what I was hearing. There was no doubt she was an attractive woman and had always presented herself with confidence and grace. But like most people with these sorts of issues, you can never really tell what's going on underneath the surface.

"That's common with many women. Even famous supermodels and actresses say they feel insecure about their appearance sometimes. And for what it's worth, I think you're a very beautiful woman. Seriously, whenever we go out together, it gets awkward seeing other guys look you over."

"Thanks," she smiled. "That means a lot coming from a stud like you. But it takes a little more than a few compliments and a few random guys hitting on me to fix my issues. I don't know. I had a special connection with your father and even that wasn't enough for me to fully enjoy intimacy. It's been impossible to find someone else that I can connect with like that."

"So that's why you haven't been on many dates?"

"Basically. It could be a great guy asking for my number, and I would always find a reason to say no. Either that or I would find a way to screw things up because I always think he's going to reject me in the end."

"You're the kind of woman who can get any man she wants," I replied. "Seriously, you're beautiful, smart, funny, and you're pretty good at cooking and cleaning. You're a total package."

She laughed. "Oh really? I guess that does sound like a pretty good deal for a man, minus being able to provide good sex, since...well...nevermind. That was inappropriate. I shouldn't have brought that part up."

She looked a little embarrassed and briefly held her head down.

"It's okay mom. We're both adults here having an adult conversation. I don't mind."

"Sometimes I forget that you're already a young man. And on that note, it's time for me to hit the sack. It's been a long day and I'm exhausted."

"That's not a bad idea," I replied. "I'll do the same after I catch up on some reading."

"Oh? Anything interesting?"

"Just some book on hypnosis. I'm writing a research paper on it."

"That does seem pretty intriguing."

"It is," I replied. "Some parts are controversial, but many doctors think it's the wave of the future in terms dealing with social disorders and what not."

"Sounds a lot better than having to come out to the wilderness to deal with old fears. What do you say we give it a try?" she asked hesitantly.

"What do you mean?"

Her eyebrows rose. "How do you feel about trying a little hypnosis trick on me? It'll be fun. I'm sure it's harmless. I doubt it'll even work, and it's not like we have anything to lose."

I was completely caught off guard by my mother's playful request. It was obvious she was both joking and serious at the same time. And she was right, there was nothing to lose. It's harmless.

"I...I guess so. I've never done it before, but the instructions in the book don't seem that hard."

"Great! But we'll only do this on one condition," she replied.

"What's that?" I asked.

"That if this little experiment actually works, that you don't try to take advantage of me in any way. I'm serious. I don't want any weird things going on, like you making me your servant or giving you all of my money. Nothing weird. We're just doing this for fun and I fully expect you to treat me with the utmost of care."

I nodded. "What kind of creep do you think I am? You don't have to worry about anything like that. Promise. Now let me get my book..."

After several minutes of reading the instructions, and several more minutes of trying to do it right- it actually worked! My mother gazed at me with a blank look in her eyes. She sat motionless and was unresponsive except to my voice. She was under hypnosis.

"Can you hear me?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied in a lifeless voice.

Seeing my mother in a state of pure emptiness was scary at first. It was uncharted territory for both of us. One wrong move could have its unintended consequences. But at the same time, it was exciting. It was human psychology and biology at its most fascinating (at least in my opinion). She was under my control and I wanted to do my very best to help her.

"Good," I said. "I understand that you have certain issues with yourself. Insecurities about who you are and the perception of your body image. Is that correct?"

"Yes."

"Can you tell me about them? Do you know how it started?" I asked, trying my best to play the role of a real doctor.

"It started when I was young," she replied in the same hypnotic state. "My parents were strict when it came to sex. I grew up in a strict environment and I used to feel ashamed for having dirty thoughts. I never felt comfortable with myself. The feeling of acting sinful stayed with me my entire life and I never got over it."

Hearing the personal details of my mother's life came as a surprise to me. I wanted to help, but I didn't want to do anything which could radically change her in any way, so I decided on putting a time limit to all of this.

"I understand. I might be able to help you with this. Do you think you can follow my instructions for a while?"

"Yes," she slowly nodded.

"Good. Up until sometime tomorrow morning, I want you to realize how beautiful you actually are. I want you to be comfortable in your own skin. No more insecurities. No more judging yourself. And no more intimacy issues. Is that clear?"

"Yes."

"Good. Now I'm going to count backwards to one, and when I snap my fingers, you're going to be an entirely new person for a while. 3...2...1..."

The next morning was quiet. There was the usual sound nature makes, but nothing from my mother. She always wakes up earlier than me and greets me whenever I get out of bed. Her tent was open and she was nowhere in sight. I washed up, and before I could start looking for her, I heard her call me.

"Hey there!" my mother yelled behind me. "Beautiful morning, isn't it?

When I turned to look, I saw my mother without any clothes on. She was completely naked like there wasn't a care in the world.

"Mom...you're...you're..."

She briefly looked down at herself and then up at me. "What? Naked? It's a beautiful day and I really need a tan. Lighten up."

My eyes wandered over her body. Her middle aged figure looked stunning. She was completely unabashed that my eyes roamed her large round breasts, which sagged a little, and the voluptuous shape of her hips. Her brown nipples looked hardened, but that was probably because of the cool breeze.

"But...you're naked," I stammered.

"We went over that already," she replied with a puzzled expression. "I don't know why, but I've never felt so liberated in my life. I love it."

A sudden sense of guilt came over me. I found myself becoming aroused looking at my naked mother, and it was all my fault that I had hypnotized her to be this way.

"So you're just going to stay like that?" I asked.

"Why not? You can join me if you'd like. I don't have a problem with that."

"Uh, no thanks."

She put her hands on her bare hips and gave me a stern look. "And I thought I was the family prude. Anyway, I was on my way to a morning swim, so why don't you join me? I could use the company. Now let's get you naked."

Before I could respond, my naked mother walked towards me and gave my tshirt a soft tug on the bottom.

"What are you doing?" I asked in near disbelief.

She smiled and playfully kept on tugging. "What do you think I'm doing? I'm not letting go until you're butt naked and in the water with me."

My mother stayed true to her word and continued to playfully tug on my clothes. She wouldn't relent and eventually was able to get my tshirt off after I lifted my arms.

"Do you really want to do this?" I asked as I stood shirtless.

"I wouldn't be naked if it didn't feel good. Now off with your shorts."

She reached down and her hands moved towards my bottom. At that point, I could have easily stopped her. But I couldn't. A part of me didn't want to. I felt powerless by her naked beauty.

In a swift motion, she pulled down my shorts and underwear and I was naked right alongside her. I never considered myself an exhibitionist in any way, but there was a strange thrill in being naked in front of my own mother, with her eyes looking me over.

"You've grown," she said, with her eyes roaming my body and private area.

"Thanks," I blushed. "So are we just going to stand here and look at each other's naked bodies all morning?"

She reached out and held my hand. "Of course not. This weather is perfect for swimming and we're going to do just that. Now into the lake young man."

We held hands and walked with each other, taking step after step until we were both inside the water. She held my hand tighter after she felt the cold water touch her feet, and she loosened her grip when she got used to it.

"This feels refreshing," I said as we both entered the lake.

"I know. It's exactly what I was craving for since the moment I woke up this morning."

She was referring to the hypnosis and she didn't even realize it. A part of me wanted to tell her outright what I had done the night before, but that could have meant that I wouldn't see her naked anymore. I wanted to make the moment last.

"You're usually uptight about this," I noted. "I mean, you're always covered up at home, and now you seem to love being so free with yourself."

She began to swim with a serene look on her face. "You're right. But the strangest feeling has come over me and I have never felt anything like it before. Maybe my therapist was right. Maybe all I needed was to be out here in nature to find peace."

"Maybe. I haven't seen you this relaxed and happy in a while."

Her hand lifted from the water and splashed my face. "How's that for happy?"

I splashed the water right back in her direction. "We're even now."

"You think so?"

A big smile grew on her face and she swam towards my direction. She was in an incredibly playful mood as she reached out with both arms and tried to pull my head underwater. I didn't let her, and we laughed and wrestled around with each other. She ended up giving me a big hug, pressing her large breasts with her hard nipples against my chest. Feeling my mother's naked skin against mine was a surreal taboo.

"God, you're a real strong lady," I joked.

She lifted one arm and flexed her bicep. "It's from years of doing housework and taking care of you. Being a good mother is hard work. I hope you appreciate it."

"Of course I do."

"You say that like you mean it," she said with a sincere look in her eyes.

"I always mean it."

"Then prove it," she said as she wrapped her hands around the back of my neck.

We kissed each other on the lips. It wasn't the innocent mother/son kind of kiss. It was the dirty kind, the kind that two sexually aroused adults would give each other; and I loved every second of it.

Our tongues wrestled. Our hands caressed each other's bodies. Her hand reached down and touched my hard cock, which the cold water couldn't even get rid of.

I was excited at the thought of my mother giving me a handjob, but before she did, she let go.

Her face went blank and her eyes were filled with a look of horror.

"Why are we naked together?" she asked with a genuine curiosity. "And why was my hand on your penis? Oh my god, I can't believe this is happening."

I followed her lead as we swam back to land, and things only became more awkward as she saw my raging hard cock as I followed her.

We argued with each other for what seemed like hours, but it was only the rest of the morning. The hypnosis wore off and she had turned back to her normal self without any knowledge of the night before. To say that she was angry was an understatement. She was furious.

I kept on assuring her that I wasn't a pervert and that I didn't take advantage of her in any way. She was skeptical about it, but eventually she remembered and had accepted the fact that she had been acting under the spell of my hypnosis.

The rest of the morning was awkward and our lunch time was mostly silent. She had come to terms with the fact that the hypnosis had worked and that we were completely naked together.

"At least you got a good show out of this, right?" she asked softly with a faint smile.

"Huh?"

"That was a joke. I'm sorry for freaking out and accusing you of dirty tricks. It felt like I had just snapped back to my old self, only without any clothes on and I saw you with a big smile on your face. What else was I supposed to think?"

I nodded. "You don't have to be sorry about that. We're both new to this whole hypnosis thing. I tried doing it safely, but I guess that wasn't enough."

"It's a learning experience. There was nothing malicious about it."

"As long as you're not mad," I said with relief. "This whole situation was the last thing I had expected to happen. I never even considered it."

She arched an eyebrow. "You didn't seem so bothered by it at the time, if you know what I mean."

"So now you're going to blame that on me?"

"No. I take full responsibility for dragging you into the river with me naked. But I'm still curious about that massive erection you had when we got out of the water."

I shrugged. "What did you expect? You've got a great body. Mom or not, ANY man would have been as excited as I was. Besides, my penis doesn't discriminate on any basis."

"Apparently not."

"Okay, now things are getting awkward again. We should just start packing our things. Hopefully we'll look back at this years from now and laugh."

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about," my mother said with a sense of hesitation. "I've been thinking about it for the past hour, and it really wasn't that bad. I felt a sense of freedom which I've never felt before while I was under your hypnosis. It was heavenly."

"Well you could have told me that earlier and saved me the guilt trip," I joked.

A smile grew on her face. "What I'm saying is, I'm still struggling with all of this. It's not easy for me. Mothers aren't supposed to let their sons see them undressed, not to mention prancing around with them in the nude. It isn't right."

"I get the feeling that there's more you want to say."

She took a deep breath. "I've quietly done some soul searching while we were eating lunch and I've come to the conclusion that it wouldn't be so bad if we did this again. If you're still comfortable with hypnotizing me, I would be more than willing to give it another try."

Those words hit me like a smack in the face. Not only was my mother no longer upset, but she wanted to continue our hypnosis, which possibly meant that I might see her naked again.

"Only if you're sure," I replied. "And only if you give me some specific guidelines, you know, so I wouldn't get blamed if you did something weird."

"Fair enough. But I haven't really thought of anything in particular. I trust you. Do what you want. The only thing I ask is that you don't make anything permanent. I'd like to take things one step at a time."

"You're serious about this, aren't you?" I asked.

She nodded. "I am. This morning felt like I was finally unshackled of all my emotional restraints. I felt so alive and I want to experience that again."

"And the nudity part? What happens if I hypnotize you, and you get naked again? Are you going to freak out again?"

"It's not what I want to happen, but if it does, I can live with it as long as no one ever find out. This stays strictly between us. Think of this as a therapist/patient privilege. I'm handing myself over to you."

"What do you want out of this specifically? To feel comfortable, or to feel something more? I'm not exactly sure what you want me to do."

She took a deep breath. "I want you to cure my intimacy issues. It's been so long since I've had an orgasm. You're a young man, so you could relieve yourself whenever you want. Now try not having an orgasm for a couple of years. Doesn't sound very fun does it?"

My heart nearly skipped a beat. Hearing my mother talk about her sexuality and orgasms was almost music to my ears in a strange, perverted way.

"You're right, mom. I'll do my best."

She smiled, "Good. Now let's get started."

It wasn't long before I put my mother back under hypnosis. Once again, I had complete control over her mind and body. But this time, I had her permission to take things a step further.

"Can you hear my voice?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied robotically.

"Perfect. Now I want you to think about all of your sexual troubles and all of the insecurities you have when it comes to intimacy."

"Yes. It's always been difficult for me. It feels like I won't allow myself to enjoy that part of life."

I took a deep breath. She was at my mercy, and under my complete control.

"Now I want you to do something; for the next few hours, you're going to release your inhibitions. No more insecurities. No more shame. No more roadblocks. You're going to be a new woman that's vibrant, healthy, and lusting for sex. I want you to let go. I want you to give in to your carnal needs and I want you to satisfy it as much as your heart desires. Is that understood?"

She nodded. "You want me to let go and give in to my desires."

Temptations took over and I gave the final instruction to my hypnotized mother. In that split second, I convinced myself that I wasn't taking advantage of her, but that I was helping her.

"You going to obey my commands. I want you to do as I say during these next few hours. Is that understood?"

She nodded again. "Yes, I understand."

"Very good. Now I'm going to count backwards, and when I snap my fingers, you're going to once again be comfortable in your own skin and do everything that I've asked. 3...2...1..."

After I snapped my fingers, my mother came back to reality and had a look of epiphany on her face. She was back to her normal self, but at the same time, I could see it in her eyes that she was a different woman.

"So how do you feel?" I asked curiously. "Did it work?"

She gave a long pause and thought for a moment. "It feels like nothing changed. I'm sorry, I don't think it worked this time. Maybe things will be different once we're home and I'm relaxed and alone."

"You're probably right about that. This isn't exactly the environment for that sort of thing. At least we tried though, right?"

"Or maybe that's the way it was meant to be," she said with a sad look. "Oh well, you did your best. Maybe I was meant to be a sexless woman. We should start to pack up now."

When she stood up, she suddenly froze and her face went blank. "Uh...oh my god."

"Are you okay mom? What is it?"

"I...I feel..."

"Aroused?" I asked.

She nodded nervously and breathed heavily. "It feels so warm between my legs, like it's craving for something."

"Just try to relax," I said calmly as I stood up. "The hypnosis must have worked and your body is reacting to it. This is great mom."

Her knees slightly weakened and she did her best to stand upright. "I don't know if I can go through with this. It stings, and I'm scared. I want you to undo the hypnosis right now."

"Wait a minute. Isn't this what you wanted? This is your chance to fully experience the things your body needs."

"But you're my son," she replied with a concerned look. "I didn't expect to actually be having these feelings right in front of you."

At that point, I felt incredibly conflicted. On one hand, I fully understood how embarrassing this would be for her. On the other hand, I really did want to help her in any way that I could. And more than anything, I wanted to see her naked again, not to mention sexually aroused.

"Give me a chance," I replied. "I know I'm not the person you ever expected to be doing this stuff with, but it's obviously working."

She paused and took a deep breath. "Okay, I'll give you chance. Now do what you need."

"I want you to completely undress," I said in a commanding voice.

The hypnosis once again proved how effective it was and she started removing her clothes. Piece by piece, each article of clothing she wore was removed from her body. Her face looked like she was in disbelief as she got naked for me. Once she was done, I got a better view of how aroused she was by the wetness between her legs.

"Did you hypnotize me to do whatever you say?" she asked with a dumbfounded look. "I can't believe that I got naked so easily."

"Is any of this bothering you?"

"Well you've already seen me naked, so there's no point in making a big fuss about it anymore."

"Good," I smiled. "I probably wasn't going to stop anyway. I kind of like having you under my spell. It's fun."

She held back a playful grin. "I was expecting you to be a little more professional about this."

"I am being professional about this," I teased. "But that doesn't mean we can't have fun with it."

"So what comes next? Are you just going to have me stand here naked all day?"

"Of course not. Now I want you to put your hand between your legs and rub. Tell me what you feel."

At that point, I couldn't tell if she was acting under hypnosis, or on her own accord. But she moved her hand without hesitation and placed it between her legs. Her fingers moved and a soft moan escaped her lips.

"It feels...warm," she said with another moan. "My clitoris is throbbing and aching to be touched."

She didn't need further instructions as she continued rubbing herself. Her facial expressions changed every few seconds while she masturbated in front of me.

"You know that I enjoy watching you right?" I asked without thinking.

"I can tell."

Normally, this sort of thing would freak my mother out. She was always guarded with her body. But now, it seemed so bizarre that she was naked and masturbating in front of me, like this was all no big deal. On a strange level, this was totally hot for both of us.

The fluids from her vagina seeped through her fingers and dripped to the ground. She went faster and more fluids dripped.

"Take a few steps towards me," I ordered.

She did as I asked and we became face to face. Her fingers never stopped rubbing her vagina, and I reached up with both hands and cupped her breasts. I gently squeezed and massaged them. My fingers took each of her hard brown nipples and pinched them slightly. Her facial expressions changed immediately, showing the state of pleasure she was in. I could only imagine how sensitive those big nipples were, especially in the heightened state of arousal she was in.

"Don't stop," she in a sexually depraved voice. "I love the way it feels when you touch me."

My mind swirled with all sorts of perverted thoughts once she admitted that. My hands caressed her harder and I continued playing with her big nipples.

"Can we go further?" I asked. "Do you mind?"

"I don't think I'm in a position to give you any orders," she smiled in a mischievous way, which was basically meant to encourage me.

"That's right. You aren't. Now take off my tshirt the way you did this morning."

Both of her hands took off my tshirt, and I couldn't help but enjoy the fact that her fingers were dripping with vaginal fluids.

"Anything else?"

"My shorts."

A part of me expected that my mother would snap out of her hypnosis, or admit that she was pretending to be hypnotized, and then slap me in the face for making a perverted request like that. But that never happened. She dropped to her knees and pulled my shorts and underwear down, leaving me as naked as she was. My cock immediately turned stiff in front of her face.

She puckered her lips and looked at me with eager eyes. "What would you like me to do next?"

From her position on her knees, licking her lips, and looking up at me, we both knew what was about to happen. And by the look in her eyes, she seemed eager to please.

"I think you know what I want right now."

Without hesitation, she took my throbbing hard cock inside her mouth and began to suck. One of her hands held and stroked my cock while she sucked me off, and her other hand reached down to continue rubbing her swollen clit.

She sucked my cock with enthusiasm and vigor I had never felt before. She was a woman who was driven by a need to satisfy her overwhelming sexual desire. I wanted to let this continue for as long as I could, but I never forgot that this was about her and not me.

"Do you like doing this?" I asked.

She took my saliva covered erection out of her mouth and answered, "I'm enjoying this a lot more than when I did it for your father."

"Good. Now I'm going to return the favor. I want you to experience what sex feels like when you're completely uninhibited. Now lay on your back."

My mother's eyes lit up. Her dream of finally enjoying a normal sex life was finally coming true, and I was ready to give her something that she would never forget.

She got on her back, on top of the beach blanket which had already been laid out on the dirt, and she waited for my instructions. Her face showed her nervousness, and I couldn't blame her. She was about to get fucked by her own son.

"What now?" she asked, with a trembling voice.

"Spread your legs."

Her knees arched and her thighs were spread. I got between her legs and saw the inner workings of my mother's wet vagina. I gave it a good look up close before bending down to kiss it. Her body reacted the moment I did, so I did it again and again. My tongue darted out and touched her hard clit and I could hear her moaning. Her body shook and twitched with every lick and kiss I gave.

"Oh my god...don't stop...don't stop..." she bluntly stated in a depraved voice.

I continued sucking and licking her labia and clitoris until my mouth got tired. Her fluids were everywhere and it was obvious she was on the brink of an intense orgasm. But my cock was still rock hard and I had a better idea.

"Ask me to fuck you," I ordered. "I want to hear you say it."

"Fuck me. I want you to fuck me hard. I want you to make me cum. I need it badly. I'm desperate for it."

The look in her eyes and the tone in her voice gave me everything I wanted to know. She was desperate and hungry for this.

I postured up between her legs and hovered over her. My naked skin pressed against hers and we were ready to give in to our powerful sexual feelings.

"Now I want you to reach down and guide my cock inside of you."

We were face to face, and she did what I asked. Her hand grabbed my raging hard cock and pressed it against the flesh of her vagina. I pushed my cock in, past her labia, and into her warm, tight little hole. She felt the way every woman should. It was warm and inviting.

The best part was seeing her facial expressions change with every inch I entered. Her eyebrows raised, and then lowered. Her eyes opened, and then closed. Her mouth opened, and then she would clench her teeth. It was like the perfect mixture of conflict and pleasure.

"Is everything okay?" I made sure.

The conflict remained on her face. "I never thought I'd be making love to my own son. But it feels perfect. Keep going. I'm not fragile. I won't break. You can make love to me. Or fuck me, if you'd like. Whichever you prefer."

God, what a statement. Fast or slow? Loving or rough? This was my mother, after all, so I settled for something in between.

It wasn't long before we started having sex. Slow and loving at first. Then I fucked her harder. It was just the two of us out in the middle of nowhere. The only thing that mattered was that it was the most amazing and pleasurable experience we had ever felt. Our eyes were locked onto each others and our breathing became heavy. I fucked her faster and faster, and her moans became heavier. Her facial expressions kept on changing and it was clear that she was having the time of her life.

"Oh my god," she groaned loudly. "Oh my god. I'm going to...I'm going to..."

She was going to cum. Hearing her express those words and feeling her skin and seeing her in pleasure was too much for me to take as well. She drove me crazy. And I did the same to her.

I fucked her as hard as I possibly could and she started to scream with incredible pleasure. Her arms squeezed me tight, and so did her legs which were wrapped around my body. Her eyes were shut tightly and she clenched her teeth. I could feel her vaginal muscles contracting and a gush of fluids rushed out from her cunt. She was having a powerful orgasm.

She screamed and screamed. Her back arched violently as we both came at the same time. I shot a large load of my cum deep inside of her womb before we both went completely limp, and I collapsed on top of her.

We were both sweating and exhausted. I could feel her heart pounding when I rolled off of her and laid on my back for a few minutes.

"So how do you feel?" I eventually asked with a heaving breath.

"I'm cured."

"I'm glad to hear it. That was the best sex I've ever had in my life. I don't care if anyone knows that I just fucked my own mother."

"Well I do!" she said as she playfully slapped my chest. "This is our little secret. God, I don't think I'll ever be the same woman again. I feel...new. Relieved."

"That was just so amazing. Maybe we could stay out here for a little while and, you know, explore a few more things."

She smiled, "Well as far as I'm concerned, you're my new therapist. I'm listening to every word you have to say. And I've also got a few fantasies I'd like to explore. In the meantime, I need to wash myself. I could feel your cum leaking from inside me. Let's go back to the lake to get cleaned up."

I grabbed her wrist and held her down. "Actually, I prefer the other way of cleaning up. I know you know what I'm talking about."

Her eyes gave me a stern look, which turned playful. "Fine. You've earned it."

"My payment for being a good therapist."

"Right."

She bent down and took my cum covered cock into her mouth and she sucked and swallowed. Within a matter of seconds, all the cum on my cock had been sucked away, only to be replaced with her warm saliva. Although I was clean, she kept on sucking. Then she took my cock out of her mouth and stuck her tongue out at me.

"Happy?" she asked after a gulp to swallow it.

Mom got up and walked naked to the lake. I followed her and watched as she crouched down and splashed water into her pussy, letting everything drip away, cleansing herself of the intense orgasm.

503 Inspiring Mom (With Son's Help)

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It was early morning and Andrea sat by the dining table in her ordinary suburban home. But what was on her mind was anything but ordinary.

Her phone was on the table after speaking with her agent and the cup of coffee next to her was starting to cool down. She was in such deep thought that she barely acknowledged the fact that her son had come down the stairs for breakfast.

After he grabbed his breakfast cereal and sat down to eat, Andrea was finally able to say something to him.

"I spoke with my agent a few minutes ago," she said, still in her train of thought. "We had an interesting conversation."

"What about?" he asked, taking a bite of his cereal.

"She suggested that I try writing erotica. As in, erotic stories. Can you believe it?"

For the first time that morning, Andrea was able to crack a small smile. She was thoroughly amused at the sight of her son nearly spitting out his cereal. She knew he'd be shocked, and she tried to make a serious (yet playful) face to show that she really meant it.

"What was your response?" he asked.

"I told her I'd consider it. It might be refreshing to write something different for a change. The market is changing and I have to change with it."

The day before, she sadly had to explain to him that the book sales for her last two novels were in a slump compared to her earlier stories. There was an awkwardness as she broke the news to him that she may have to try a different path.

"So this means you're actually going to do it?" Ben asked weirdly.

Naturally, it was unusual for a mother to be talking about anything sex related, even with a college-aged son.

She squinted her eyes playfully. "You're looking at me like I'm crazy. What's the matter? You don't think I can do it?"

"Of course you can."

"Then are you embarrassed that I would write about sex? Or maybe it would be awkward for you?"

"No. It's not that."

"Then what is it?" she asked.

"It's just that... you're you. I mean, really? No offense, but you don't seem like the type."

"Then who is? Look at all of the erotic authors out there. They're not exactly Hollywood sex symbols. They're writers. Plain old average writers. My point is, anyone can do it."

"That makes sense," Ben acknowledged.

"Does this mean I have your permission to become an erotic author?"

Andrea's voice trailed off at the end, which suggested that she was leading him on with this question.

"You're asking me for permission?"

"Kind of," she replied. "I'm trying to be mindful of my family and friends. I especially don't want to embarrass you in any way."

"It wouldn't embarrass me at all. And it's not like anyone at college knows that my mother is a famous author."

"And if they did?"

He blushed, "If people knew, then I guess I'd be embarrassed."

"Since no one knows, are you okay with it?" she asked with a faint sense of enthusiasm.

"You don't need my permission, mom. Write about whatever you want."

"Thank you. I'm not saying that I'm actually going to do it. It's just an option I'm considering. It might be nice to write about something different. Something new. I don't know, maybe my work was starting to become stale."

"I think you're a great writer."

She smiled, "Your opinion is all that matters."

"My opinion doesn't pay the bills though," he joked.

She gave a playful motherly expression, but deep down, she took this as a challenge. She loved writing challenges. It reminded her of her college days when she prided herself in her creative writing classes on being able to make anything.

But at the same time, she wondered how Ben would react reading her erotic work, if she decided to actually do it. Ben always read her work. And if she decided to go all in, then all her private thoughts and fantasies would be known to the world.

For the next few days, Andrea wrestled with her decision. Her latest sales figures were okay, but nothing like her debut novel, which was lucky enough to have been placed on shelves in Target and other major retailers.

She compared that the market analysis she got from her publisher, which showed that erotica novels were on a rise. Soccer moms especially were eating it up. And women are the primary purchasers of all books.

Once she made up her mind, she was unstoppable.

Days passed. Then weeks. Andrea was in full work mode. Normally, when her son came home from his college classes, she'd be eager to show him her latest plot points or scenes. She loved his positive feedback (whether he actually meant it or not) and she appreciated the advice he was sometimes able to give.

This time, her work was in full lockdown. Aside from her agent and a few key people at the publishing office, no one knew anything. She also kept her more than 850,000 twitter followers in the dark about her latest novel, and she was someone who always enjoyed having a causal connection with her readers.

One afternoon, while standing in the kitchen, she gazed through the backyard window holding a cup of coffee. It was something she did when she needed a break or was struggling with certain plot points.

"This is harder than I expected," she said, still facing the window when she had heard her son coming down the stairs towards her direction.

Ben opened the refrigerator for some juice. "What do you mean?"

"Writing great sex scenes," she said, turning towards his direction. "I'm about to hit my first one. Gosh it's hard."

Andrea was mildly amused watching Ben slowly close the refrigerator door, forgetting about his juice. Apparently he wasn't thirsty anymore.

"It can't be that hard," he said. "Just do what you normally do. It's all about imagination, right?"

"Yeah, but I like to put myself in the shoes of the character. That's when I do my best writing. It's more realistic and riveting that way. With erotica, gosh, I'm not that kind of person."

He shrugged. "Well I guess it's not for everyone to write."

"Are you saying I should quit?"

Andrea sharpened her gaze. Her competitive side was coming out and she dared her son to challenge her.

"That's not what I'm saying," he replied smoothly. "I meant that some topics are harder to write than others."

She nodded. "Which is true. I guess my point is that I have a mental barrier at the thought of everyone being able to read my... you know... inner thoughts. Thoughts which no one should know, frankly."

"I'd be embarrassed as hell if I had to write anything like that. Are you actually going to continue this?"

"The publishers think it's a great step for my career and they've already placed a release date for this story."

"Anything I could do to help?" he asked passively.

She couldn't help but give her son a strange look. A light bulb switched on in her head. It may not have been the best of ideas, but it was an idea nonetheless. Maybe, it was even a brilliant idea.

"Are you actually interested in helping?" Andrea asked lovingly. "I don't want to bother you. I know you're busy with college and everything. But I promise it'll be super quick."

With her excitement, there was no way for Ben to refuse.

"Mom, of course I'll help you. What kind of person do you think I am?"

She smiled, "Great! I may have to accept your offer. But not yet. I'll think of something though."

Oddly, it was the most excited she felt about her new book since she first began writing it. Now that her son was involved, she'd have plenty of inspiration for all the sexy parts she needed to write.

Saturday morning. Andrea felt like a hunter setting a trap for her prey, the way she was waiting for her son. She heard his footsteps coming down the stairs and she was ready to put him to work.

"Right on time," she said happily. "Everything is freshly prepared."

"What's the occasion?" he asked, still a bit sleepy.

She pretended to be offended. "Can't I do anything nice for you without there being a condition?"

"Sorry. This looks great."

"Have a seat. I'll serve you."

They sat down and ate together. Andrea stuck to the plan of spoiling her son that morning, and Ben seemed to appreciate every second of it, as he enjoyed the food and all the service from his mother.

When he leaned back in the chair, content with everything, it was Andrea's chance to find some inspiration.

"About that favor you offered," she said calmly. "Do you think you can help me after this?"

"Of course."

She smiled, "Perfect. I'll clean the dishes and I'll meet you in the living room in about 15 minutes. I need to get some stuff organized first. Okay?"

"Sure thing."

Andrea cleaned everything up and went to the living room where her son had been waiting. The anticipation was growing within her. Would this work? Was this even appropriate? As Ben turned off the tv, she was about to find out.

"Stand up," she said excitedly, with her hands on her hips.

Ben stood up and realized that this was serious business.

"You got it."

"My writing style is very sensory," she stated. "I need to dig into the details so I can conjure up the right words and sentences. I've never told anyone this, but for my first novel, I did a lot of roleplaying with my ex-boyfriend. That's why it was a hit-- the little details made it captivating. Now that I'm single, you'll have to take that place."

He was taken aback. "I don't get it. What exactly do you want me to do?"

"Nothing really. Just stand here and let me touch you. Is that okay?"

He was even more taken aback. "I still don't get it."

"It's hard for me to explain, but in order for me to write detailed descriptions, I need the right feelings of hardcore passion. That's where you come in."

His eyes suddenly widened. "Oh..."

"That came out totally wrong," she laughed. "Relax. I'm not going to have sex with you. All I need is for you to stand still. That's all."

"Oh. Okay."

"Think of me as a method actor. The more I inhabit the characters, the more I can write their feelings. Does that make sense at all?"

He nodded. "Do whatever you want. As long as it makes for a great story."

"It'll be a killer story, and hopefully, a big hit too. Now hold still."

Andrea thought for a moment. She analyzed her son's body and contemplated where to attack.

Finally, she settled on a plan. She stood behind him and placed her soft hands on his back. She gave him a back rub over his tshirt. Then she hugged him, softly at first, then she gave a tight squeeze.

Her breasts were pressed against her son's back and she felt stimulated by it. Her nipples turned hard and she wondered if he noticed that. She also wondered if this would be giving him an erection, but she pushed those unnecessary thoughts away. This was work (which just so happened to feel good).

"Thank you," she whispered in his ear. "Now I've got the inspiration I need... for now"

As a reward, she gave him a kiss on the cheek after letting go of him.

"I'm glad I could help," he replied, turning around to face her.

As they faced each other, strangely, Ben's eyes drifted down to her chest. Maybe he enjoyed this a little too much, she thought to herself.

She thanked him again and went straight to her room to start typing away on her computer. Before she sat down, she glanced at her reflection in the full-length mirror.

Her nipples were hard and poking through her top. Had her own son been checking her out? Yes. Of course he was. And that feeling sent a tingling sensation inside of her vagina.

The week had passed and Andrea didn't ask for 'assistance' again. She didn't need it anymore.

But as the story progressed and the scenes needed to be more explicit, she began to rethink things, especially as her new editor (who had a wealth of experience in the erotica novel industry) had been asking for more 'heat.'

So, she had to do what she had to do. In her thin sweater and sweatpants, she walked barefoot down to the living room where her son was watching tv.

She sat next to him on the couch.

"Anything interesting?" she asked, with her eyes on the tv.

"The original Halloween movie from John Carpenter. I'm watching this before I check out the new one in the theater."

A horror scene happened and Andrea turned her head away. This was never something she was interested in.

"Can you watch later?" she asked. "Thankfully I didn't come here to watch tv with you. I just got off the phone with my new editor."

Those words quickly grabbed his attention.

He paused the movie. "Oh yeah? Anything new?"

"I emailed her all of the work I've done so far. She loves it. The publishers and my agent love it too."

"Wow. That's great!"

She suddenly looked coy. "There's good news and bad news."

"What's the good news?" he said.

"Well, the good news is that the publishers love my work so much, that they want more of it. They're even asking me to write short erotic stories for an upcoming compilation book that they're putting together."

"And the bad news?" he said again.

"I'm running low on steam," she stated. "It's easy to write one sex scene, maybe even two. But to write several and to keep them fresh, it's a challenge."

It was obvious that she wanted 'inspiration' again. She gave him a surefire cue in her tone, and she was certain he'd pick it up. He always understood what she wanted. That's why they got along so well.

"What are you saying?" he asked, playing coy.

She flashed a helpless and feminine look. "I was hoping you could do me another favor and be my assistant again. Are you up for it?"

"Only if you need me too."

She smiled, "You're my new good-luck charm. Seriously, you're like a good-luck genie that I can rub and wonderful things happen. I think we'll need to do it again."

"Whatever helps. I'm a great genie, I guess."

"Perfect. Now turn off the tv and we'll get to work."

When the tv was turned off, she stood up and pulled her sweater off. She was wearing a blue tshirt without a bra underneath. The shape of her breasts were visible, but her nipples were still soft.

She also grabbed a yellow notepad and pen from the living room table. She wanted to be extra prepared this time.

"I'm ready now," she smiled, putting the notepad down on the couch.

He stood up and they were face-to-face.

"Same position?" he asked.

"If you don't mind, I want something a little more risque this time."

"No problem."

"Are you sure you don't mind? I feel bad for doing this to you."

"It's no problem," he reassured.

She smiled, "Great. I'll hug you from the front this time. We'll hold the position for a while until I start thinking of ways to describe it. Then I'll write down whatever comes to mind. Sound okay?"

"That sounds like a plan."

Andrea took a step forward and she slowly put her hands around him. They were no strangers to hugs. They hugged all the time. But this was much more intimate. She did everything slowly. This was a braless hug, in only a small tshirt. Given that this was work, she put herself in the shoes of the character she was writing and she wanted to take full advantage of the moment.

She pressed her breasts against her son's chest. She held him tight and caressed his back with her hands. Her breasts were firmly rubbing against his chest. She pressed her face against him too. She was becoming aroused and her hands kept on rubbing.

Suddenly she stopped and released the hug. Then she quickly went to her notepad and scribbled down a bunch of her thoughts as fast as she possibly could. It was almost like a race.

"Perfect," she said to herself with a sense of satisfaction.

"Did you get what you wanted?"

"Almost. I think we can do a little more today so I won't have to bother you again later."

"That makes sense," he replied, going along with anything.

Andrea approached him again and gave him another big hug. She could tell that her son seemed eager to continue by holding his arms wide open. This time, she rubbed her face against his chest.

Her body slowly moved, side to side. Her breasts held firm. Her face continued to rub.

When she continued moving around, the top of her thigh brushed against his crotch. Was that what she thought it was? She felt it! It must have been an erection. It had to have been. To be sure, she lifted her leg to her son's crotch for an extra feel.

She lifted her face and looked at him straight in the eyes. She knew he was humiliated. If these conflicting emotions helped to inspire her story, then was this a success? She wondered.

"I think we've done enough for today," she said, leaning back.

"Oh... ummm... sorry about that."

"You have nothing to be sorry for. Thanks again. You've been such a big help."

When she took a step back, Andrea noticed her son's eyes briefly glance down at her chest, just like last time. At that very moment, Andrea knew that her nipples were hard again and she quickly grabbed her sweater to cover her chest with.

She thanked him again and went back to her room.

Dinner was mostly quiet that night. Being a merciful woman, Andrea didn't bother to bring up the session that day. There was no need to humiliate him. Erections are natural.

"My writing went well today," she said before taking another bite of her food.

"That's great."

"I couldn't have done it without you. You did an excellent job as my helper. Really, you did."

In a way, her response felt like she was being patronizing towards him because he had an erection during their artistic encounter. She didn't mean to, but it came across that way.

"Sorry about that," he said. "It was an accident. Can you really blame me?"

"What are you talking about?" she asked with a puzzled expression.

"Oh, never mind."

"Tell me," she insisted.

"You know, earlier when we hugged. Before you left..."

A slight grin appeared on her face. "That's perfectly natural. Don't worry about it. I've been to plenty of nude art classes and I've seen a bunch of men get erections while they were posing. It just means you're a healthy young man."

"Yeah but... you're... you're..."

"I'm your mother?" she smiled. "Is that what you're trying to say? Are you ashamed because I made you stiff as a board?"

"God, this is embarrassing."

"I like that we're being honest."

"I'm sure you do."

She paused and thought for a moment. "Look, I haven't been totally honest with you. Remember I said that I'm going to be writing a short story for a compilation book? I've told you it's an erotic story, and it is. But I didn't tell you what kind of erotic story it is."

"I didn't even know that there are differences."

"There are. I was asked to write a taboo story, and I accepted the offer. Do you know what taboo refers to, in today's porn world? I'm sure you do. It's all over the internet now. Mainstream porn too."

"It means incest," he answered.

She shrugged. "Yep. So I've been working on that lately. I've turned into a taboo writer, sadly. But I'll be using a pseudonym for that, so we'll be spared the shame of it."

Andrea noticed a strange reaction from her son. He didn't freak out, but he seemed way too interested.

"How's it coming along?" he asked.

"Better than I expected," she slightly nodded. "It took some time getting used to. But when we hugged, the feelings came through and I knew exactly how to write it."

"You were actually aroused?" he asked bluntly, before immediately regretting it.

Her eyes sharpened. "It's part of my job. I try to inhabit the minds of my characters so I can properly write their feelings."

"I could tell. You were poking out hard, it nearly ripped your tshirt."

She looked thoroughly mortified. "It was that noticeable?"

"They were pretty big."

She shrugged at the notion of her big nipples. "Family genes in the female department. We shouldn't be talking about this."

"Does that mean we won't... you know... be doing that anymore?"

"I didn't say that. I may need your help again if I get stuck in another rut. We'll see how everything goes."

With that said, she returned to eating. She genuinely had no clue what would happen next in her purpose of good erotica. But deep down, if she were being honest with herself, it was all very exciting.

Another week had passed. Andrea continued working on her writings and Ben continued his college courses. Life went on as usual.

On a Friday night, Andrea felt it was time to get some fresh feedback from a new pair of eyes. Her go-to person had always been her son, but now, could she really show this to him?

Ben was going to see her writings anyway. So it might as well be on her terms. But still, it was far too unusual to have him sit in her room to read it. She decided on the next best thing, which was to email it to him.

It was close to bedtime and she knew that her son always stayed up late. She composed an email and attached a number of files to it. Now, her son would know all of her naughty fantasies and thoughts.

The taboo stories were fairly quick reads, so he'd probably be able to finish checking those out tonight. The stories were written from the mom's perspective and were incredibly detailed. She also based those stories on her own relationship with her son. Ben would soon be finding that out.

She clicked 'send' and she knew that their relationship would change forever. All of her thoughts were now in the open with her son. She slid under her blanket, turned the lights off, and her right hand slipped beneath her panties.

The next morning, Andrea prepared a large breakfast. She greeted him with a loving smile the moment she saw him. He did the same in return. They ate together as if nothing was out of the ordinary. When they finished, she finally made the big proposal:

"I need your help again," she said bluntly. "No promises, but it might be the last time. Are you interested?"

"Anything to help, as long as you keep treating me so special."

She winked. "I'm glad. I was afraid you'd turn me down."

"Why would I do that?"

"Because of the bad experience before."

"I wouldn't call that a bad experience," he clarified. "Just an embarrassing one."

She smiled, "Did you read the material I emailed you last night?"

"There was a lot, but I read as much as I could."

"What did you think?"

"The short one was really good. I'm assuming that's the one you need inspiration for."

She nodded. "It's a very tricky subject. And it's extremely taboo. I want to get it right. I want to get the feelings right. I'm trying to write a story about a conflicted woman. In order to do that, I'll need to step into those shoes."

"I'd probably be a straight-A student if I had your dedication," he joked to lighten the mood. "I'd love to help. Whatever you need, I'll do it."

"How far are you willing to go?" she asked with a sudden shyness.

There was an awkward pause for a brief moment. The look in her eyes showed the passion and dedication to her work. She was willing to go as far as it took.

"It's up to you," he replied hesitantly.

"Look, you don't have to do anything you aren't comfortable with. I have a performance art background. I used to do plays and art shows when I was in college. So it's different for me. If you're uncomfortable, promise to let me know. Okay?"

He nodded. "Okay mom."

They met in the living room again. This time, Andrea showed up in a cute little tshirt, sweatpants, and her hair was tied in a ponytail. She also held a notepad in one hand, and a piece of cloth in her other hand. She looked like a woman who was ready for action. And once again, she was braless.

"You look great," he noted, eyeing her over.

"Thanks. I feel great, too."

They were both standing and she started folding the cloth in her hand.

"What's that for?" he asked.

"I'm going to blindfold you," she casually replied. "I don't want you to see certain things."

"Blindfold me? Do you really need to do that?"

"Yes. You said you were willing to do whatever I wanted. Well, this is what I want."

"Why?"

She looked him straight in the eyes. "Because I don't want you to see my tits. That's why."

Andrea giggled at her son's reaction, as his jaw nearly hit the floor.

"You're taking them out?" he asked clumsily.

"Don't worry about it. You aren't going to see them. Just do what I say."

She stood in front of him with the folded cloth in her hand, and she used it to cover his eyes. Then she tied it behind his head. Ben couldn't see a thing.

With her son's vision completely obscured, she pulled her tshirt right off. She wondered if he'd try to peek, but she had tied the blindfold very well. It felt strangely liberating to be topless in front of him. She wondered just how desperate he was for a look.

"Are you ready?" she asked.

"Yes," he replied.

Andrea grabbed his right hand and brought it to her chest. She made sure that Ben's open palm was placed over her bare breast. She accidentally gasped as her soft breast was being groped. Her nipples turned hard.

"Move your hand around," she said, keeping herself composed. "Explore me."

Andrea was surprised when her son rubbed and tweaked her nipple. He pinched it gently too, before cupping it whole with his hand.

While she was being groped, she looked down for any sign of life. She noticed her son was now sporting a healthy bulge in the front of his shorts.

For the next stage of the plan, she reached down and touched her son's erection through his shorts. She rubbed it. Then she grabbed it tight. It became even stiffer in her hand.

Before they could progress, Andrea suddenly stopped. She released her hold of his cock, and Ben lost the grip of her breast when she stepped back. She scribbled a bunch of notes on the notepad at a rapid pace. A flood of naughty new feelings came over her. Perfect for her inspiration.

Then she put her tshirt back on.

She untied the blindfold and they got to see each other. She tried to suppress the giddy look on her face, but it must have been obvious. There was a gleam in her eyes as she had become totally aroused from this.

When she noticed Ben's eyes drifting down, she knew that her nipples were completely hard and poking through her tshirt again.

"What's the matter?" she teased, waver her chest side to side. "See something you like?"

He blushed, "Kind of."

"You're the best," she smiled.

Late that night. Andrea emailed her son the latest version of her incest story. It contained all of the things they had done earlier that day. It told the story of a son who touched his mother's breasts, and a mother who touched her son's erection in return. It contained a lot of sensory and emotional details, which Andrea felt during their encounter earlier.

She wondered how Ben would react knowing her thoughts and feelings. She wondered if he'd masturbate after reading it.

When the next morning came, Andrea knew she'd get her answer soon. At the breakfast table, she sat there wearing a simple white robe as she read the newspaper. She was drinking a cup of coffee and her legs were crossed, with one foot pointed out to the side. It was a sexy sight for any man to see.

It was rare that she would step out of her bedroom wearing only a robe. She normally liked to be dressed appropriately. But today would be an exception to that rule.

Her robe was only loosely tied. When he came down to eat, she knew that he almost saw the middle of her chest.

"I read the stuff you wrote last night," he said after sitting down to eat.

She put the newspaper down. "And?"

"I thought it was great. You're a really talented writer."

"Thank you. I try my best."

"Seriously, it was great. I could tell you put a lot of thought into it. You really inhabited the main character."

"That's always my goal."

Andrea leaned back in her chair and continued reading the newspaper. Her legs were still crossed and her body was turned to the side. Her loosely tied robe opened a little bit. More of her chest was showing. That was the plan.

Through the corner of her eye, she noticed her son taking little peeks. She took another sip of her coffee and her robe opened a bit further.

"You're doing this on purpose," he said. "Aren't you?"

She put the newspaper down. "What are you talking about?"

"Your robe."

She looked down at her opening robe, and then she adjusted it, closing it tightly.

"Oh, thanks for the warning," she said. "That was a close call."

"Did you like having me look at you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Nevermind," he replied. "I shouldn't have said anything."

She paused for a moment. "I'll answer your question on one condition."

"Sure."

"I want to know if you enjoyed looking at me just now. And yesterday? Did you enjoy that too?"

"Yes," he admitted. "Were you showing me on purpose? Was it for your story?"

"It's for my story. But I also enjoy it. It's fun being desired. I miss that feeling."

Andrea was becoming aroused, and she could tell her son was feeling the same thing.

"Which part did you like the most?" he asked.

"Having you touch my breast yesterday. And you?"

He smiled, "They felt nice."

She slightly nodded. "Look, I know this has been a strange experience for us. I would never ask you to do something that would make you uncomfortable. And I would never jeopardize our relationship for the sake of a story. If you want to put an end to this, I would understand."

"When I told you that I'd help, I meant it. And I always keep a promise."

"No matter what?" she asked with an eyebrow raised.

"No matter what."

Andrea stood up in front of her son, who leaned back in his chair, not knowing what to expect. Suddenly, breakfast was the last thing on their minds.

Before he could wonder what was going on, Andrea opened her white robe. She wore panties, but nothing else. Her breasts were bare and they were close to his face. They were average sized and they sagged a normal amount for her age. Her nipples were large. They were thick and poking out from her arousal. They were a shade of dark pink.

"Touch them," she said.

Ben, as it turned out, didn't need to be told twice. He reached up with both hands and cupped both breasts. They were soft and reflected her age. He played with both of her nipples, pinching them and making them even harder.

She reached down with one hand and squeezed his ever-growing erection through his shorts.

"How about a little extra?" she asked flirtatiously. "I have a new scene I want to write today."

"Only if we can do more than just touching."

"Done."

Andrea got down on her knees, which released the hold he had on her breasts. She pulled the front of his shorts down. She looked at her son's exposed cock for a moment. This was partly for her work, and party for her own personal satisfaction.

She rubbed the bare cock with her hands and it twitched. Before she could get used to the feeling of rubbing her son, she bent her head down and took his cock inside of her mouth.

When it became swollen, she immediately went to work sucking on it and bobbing her head. She looked up and saw disbelief in Ben's eyes. His reaction only made her suck harder. She knew that her mouth felt amazing and worked wonders. It was a gift she had. She was an expert cock sucker. Only now, her son knew about it. Her mouth was warm and wet. Her tongue licked circles around the head of his cock. Her lips were wrapped tightly around his shaft as her head bobbed. One of her hands stroked his shaft. Her other hand caressed his balls.

When he moaned, she suddenly stopped.

"Do you want to cum?" she asked, releasing her hold of him.

"Of course I do."

"Then come to my room in a few minutes."

With that said, Andrea stood up and closed her robe. She took her cup of coffee and headed up the stairs.

She sat in her bedroom and typed away on her computer. Her robe was on the bed and she sat there naked except for her panties. She continued typing, even as she heard Ben entering her room. Nonetheless, she didn't want to lose her focus as her fingers worked furiously on the keyboard.

Ben reached down and cupped both of her breasts as she continued to type.

"You must really like my breasts," she said, with her eyes still on the computer, and her fingers still typing.

"They're amazing, but you already knew that."

Andrea suddenly stopped typing and stood up. She turned towards him so that they were face-to-face.

"Do you really want this?" she asked, looking him in the eyes. "You realize that things will never be the same again, right?"

"I know."

She grabbed him by the neck and kissed him on the lips. They kissed each other passionately. They gave each other a wet tongue kiss. Their lips and mouths were intertwined and it felt wonderful.

She ended the kiss and they looked in each other's eyes again.

"What now?" he asked.

"Follow my lead."

She went to her bed and laid on her back. Her feet were pointed towards him and her legs were wide open. It was a clear signal for what she wanted her son to do to her.

Catching her cue, Ben pulled off her panties and threw them to the floor. Andrea opened her legs further to show off her beautiful pussy. Her labia was thick and it was almost shaped like a butterfly. It flared around the sides. It was a dark shade of brown, which was in sharp contrast to the pinkness of her pussy. She was dripping wet. She was soaked. It was obvious that she was incredibly aroused from everything they had been doing. Her gorgeous pussy ached for her son.

"Do you like it?" she asked.

"I love it."

"Then own it," she said. "It's all yours."

She enjoyed feeling Ben's hands on the outer layer of her labia. Then he gave the outside of her pussy a kiss, then a few more. He took each side of her labia in his mouth and sucked them.

It made Andrea moan. That was her way of expressing her approval. She kept on moaning as her son kept on sucking. When he pushed his tongue deep inside of her pussy, tasting her warm and delicious fluids, she moaned even louder. When his tongue went up and down her pussy and around her swollen clitoris, she cried.

"I want you inside me," she said, with her voice filled with lust. "Take me."

She didn't need to ask twice. Her son stood up and pulled his tshirt and shorts off so that they were both naked. He got between her legs and guided his cock towards her pussy. After a soft thrust, he was inside. Andrea's pussy was so wet with arousal that slipping in was easy. She felt warm and inviting. Her pussy was drenched in fluids. They held hands and looked each other in the eyes as they began to have sex.

"You feel so good," he said.

Andrea smiled her approval. It was incredibly perverse the way she enjoyed her son's sexual attention so much. At her age, she was able to drive him crazy. She loved the way that her son appreciated her soft skin, pussy, and everything about her. She was glad that her son knew how to appreciate an older woman. And more importantly, that he knew how to appreciate his own mother.

They looked at each other closely. They were only centimeters apart as they were having hot passionate sex with each other, and he was thrusting his hard cock in her.

She winked playfully, "I can't believe this is happening... My own son..."

While she was smiling and moaning, she enjoyed that Ben was observing the facial expressions she was making. She wasn't wearing any cosmetics. Ben was looking at her natural skin up close. Every wrinkle on her face was on full display, which he thought was really sexy. The harder he fucked her, the more her eyebrows started to shift around. Her eyelids flickered as well. Her cute little nose wiggled around slightly. Her lips quivered. It was a surreal sight for Ben to see his proper mother with a face full of lust.

It made her feel so desired.

"Wait until you read my work tonight," she joked in between moans. "It'll be something special."

He laughed while fucking her. "I bet... God, you feel fucking amazing."

"I'm going to cum all over your dick."

Before long, as he continued to pump his cock into her, her face changed to show her impending orgasm. Her lips quivered even faster. Her eyes widened like she was in shock. It was as if she couldn't believe that her son was actually fucking her. Her back suddenly arched. Her hands held him tightly, with a strength she never knew she had. She screamed at the top of her lungs.

She came, and the facial expression she made showed just how life changingly good it was.

"Can I cum in your pussy?" he huffed.

"Anywhere you want," she moaned. "My pussy belongs to you now."

Ben came deep inside of her. He grunted. He shot several loads of cum in the pussy that now belonged to him, until he was completely spent and exhausted.

When it was over, he laid on top of his mother's naked body. They were both breathing heavily. They could feel sweat on each other's skin.

"I had no idea you were such a stud," she joked, breathing hard.

"Neither did I," he joked back.

"Excuse me for a second."

Andrea pushed him away and she rushed to the computer. She sat down and typed fast. Faster than she had ever typed before.

Her son's cum started to leak from inside of her. She couldn't be bothered to clean it up. Not at that moment. It would only break her concentration.

Instead, she just crossed her legs and held it in. She'd clean it later. Plus it felt nice having her son's cum resting inside of her.

Many months later. Andrea sat in front of her dresser wearing a classy black dress. Her hair was nicely done and she was putting the finishing touches on her makeup. She was headed to a book signing to celebrate the release of her first erotic novel.

"You look nice," he said, walking up behind her.

Andrea continued putting the final touches on her elegant appearance.

"That's it? Just nice?"

"Utterly and completely fuckable. Every man in the room is going to want you. Is that better?"

"Much better," she smiled. "It's too bad for them that I only belong to you. Speaking of which, I'm so proud of the work we've done together. If the people tonight only knew..."

He bent down and kissed her on the shoulder as he rubbed her arms. Then he kissed her neck, and then the side of her cheek. She continued looking at herself in the mirror, while he was fondling her from behind.

"You did all of the work," he said in between kisses.

"Watch the makeup. I don't want to re-apply it. And I don't think you want it on your lips either."

"Isn't there something we could do?" he asked suggestively.

She brought his hands to her breasts. "There's always something for us."

Ben's hands fondled and squeezed her breasts as she continued to look herself in the mirror. They both looked at her reflection in the mirror and they could both see that she was getting aroused. Her emotions were always easy to interpret. Anytime she wanted to be fucked, she'd always have that gleam in her eyes, along with her upper lip curling with a deviant smile.

"Don't wrinkle my dress," she said, standing up and bending over, putting her hands on the dresser table.

Ben moved the seat away and stood behind her. The only thing Andrea could do was look at herself closely in the mirror and wonder how crazy her life had gotten. All she wanted to do in life was write books for a living. And now, only an hour away from her latest book release party, her son was lifting her sleek black dress and pulling her panties down.

When her son put two fingers inside of her, feeling her wetness, she moaned while looking at her own reflection. Ben was looking at her reflection too. He always loved her dirty reactions.

Time was of the essence and things had to be quick. They both knew that she was a punctual woman and that party had a lot of people who were key to her success, including her agent, editor, and a bunch of people from the publisher's office. She needed to leave soon.

Ben was able to enter easily, thanks to her wetness and arousal. He squeezed her hips and pushed. Then again. Each thrust was powerful and fast. Their sexual appetites were still strong after all these months. Andrea's mouth was wide open as she moaned from being fucked. Her body jerked back and forth from each thrust. Her fingers clenched the edges of the dresser table.

Her body bounced so much that her tits started spilling out of her dress, and Ben was treated to a good look at her giant pink nipples in the mirror. The harder they fucked, the more her tits came out. He always enjoyed seeing her sagging breasts sway during sex.

"Ready to give me a gift for the party?" she said in a low voice.

"A wet, messy one, mom."

Being called 'mom' during their sex fuck sessions was always a turn-on. In fact, it even became a staple of her taboo erotica. It also edged her closer to an orgasm as she was listening to her son grunting from behind. The thrusts came faster and faster.

True to his word, Ben deposited a real mess inside of his mother. It made Andrea smile towards the mirror. Her face contorted when she came at the same time. Her mouth was wide open and her eyes nearly rolled back. She always had the best orgasm faces and her son never got tired of seeing it. She looked particularly erotic given how well she dolled herself up for the night.

As always, it took them a moment to recover from their sexual encounter. It felt so good, her body was nearly trembling. Andrea stood up straight, which pulled his wet flaccid cock out of her pussy.

She grabbed two pieces of tissue and used it to wipe his cock clean. Then she grabbed more tissue and wiped between her legs. Then she pulled her panties up.

"I need to go," she said, breathing a little heavy. "I wouldn't want to be late."

"You're not going to wash up?"

"Why would I?" she said suggestively, with an eyebrow raised.

"You're so bad," he smiled.

She smiled back and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Let's just hope that no one is able to smell your cum inside of me. We can have sex again when I come home. After all, you're my inspiration."

Andrea made sure her panties were in place and she smoothed her dress with her hands. She had some important people to meet and she needed to look presentable and dignified. Not like a woman who had just been fucked by her own son.

The End

504 Lace Panties, Mom's Pussy

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Entering the witness protection program and testifying against the Italian La Cosa Nostra was the only way Giavanna could avoid spending decades in prison.

More importantly, she was desperate for a second chance with her son. She swore to raise him right. To repent for all her sins in the mafia.

Her luxurious lifestyle in Miami was gone forever and now she was trapped in a quiet suburb of Minnesota. The home was a standard affair in the freezing cold neighborhood. Three bedrooms upstairs. Two baths. Squeaky floors. Outdated utilities.

With her son exploring the nearby mall, Giavanna was sitting by the dining room table across from a female federal agent. Giavanna was still dressed like a typical mob-wife in her designer clothes and heavy makeup. She rolled her eyes as the questions kept on coming.

"I'll need you to focus," Agent Sabatini said without expression. "Your answers need to be perfect."

Giavanna scoffed. "Yeah, yeah, yeah."

"You've been like this all morning. Is there something you want to get off your chest?"

"Like you'd care."

She pursed her lips and put her head down. This was grueling. This was agony.

It had been over a week since she last saw or spoke to anyone in her family. And her friends? She no longer had any. Once the most powerful and respected woman in upscale Miami, now she was a dolled up Italian woman in the whitest neighborhood imaginable.

"It's my job to care," the agent said. "What's on your mind? Are you still arguing with your son?"

Giavanna sat quietly for a moment. "Leo is 19 years old, handsome, and athletic. He should be at home in Miami, flirting with all the girls on the beach. Because of me, he's had to drop out of college. He won't see his friends and family anymore either."

"If you really love your son, then you did the right thing."

"Did I?" she asked, with her voice nearly cracking.

"His father is a mafia captain. You made the smart choice taking him away from that lifestyle. You now have a chance to be the loving parent that he needs. And you can't do that if you're in prison."

Giavanna sighed. "It tears my heart to pieces to see him like this. Motherhood used to mean buying him whatever he wanted. That's all I knew about parenting."

"And now you're afraid that you can't be a good mother without all of that money."

"What else do I have? There's only so many times I can say that I'm sorry to him."

"Leo will eventually forgive you," Agent Sabatini said. "Let's return to our trial preparation."

Giavanna tossed her hair back and rubbed her neck. "What are you, a fucking robot? I need a second."

"I understand you're under a lot of stress."

"I don't think so. You don't know what it's like."

The agent was relentless. "Maybe not, but I'm also a mother and I work impossible hours to handle important cases for the government. So I can empathize with what you're going through."

"My son Leo... I'll do anything for that young man. He's my life."

"Let's continue. He'll be fine."

"Wow, you're a bitch," Giavanna sneered. "Is that all you can say? You really are a fucking robot."

Slowly the agent's facade seemed to come down and she reached over to turn off the recorder.

"Want some real advice?" the agent asked, with a slight New York accent slowly seeping through.

Giavanna leaned in. "Yeah. Talk to me like an adult for once."

"This stays between us," Agent Sabatini said. "From one Italian mother to another, there's nothing a 19 year old male wants more than sex. Everything he does is because he wants to get laid."

"Like I don't already know that."

"He's at a difficult age where friends and interactions are crucial. It would help if he had a girlfriend or someone to fill a certain void."

The innuendo was clear enough, and being a street smart woman, Giavanna was able to pick it up.

She nearly laughed. "What are you saying? You want to hire a hooker for my son?"

"I won't facilitate an illegal act on your behalf. But I'll say this; the agency only knows what I tell them. If I want to keep something secret, then it will be a secret."

Giavanna looked puzzled. "You want me to fuck my son?"

"I never stated that."

"Yeah, well that's what you're implying. You're a fucking robot and a psychopath too."

Agent Sabatini was unphased. "The point is, lengthy trials are extremely stressful, especially for people who've never been to court. Pursuant to the agreement you have with the federal government, I'd say it's in your best interest to maintain a happy home."

"What? You don't think I'm trying hard enough?"

"Try harder. If you're ineffective as our star witness, then remember, the government will cancel the agreement and send you to prison."

The agent reached over and touched her shoulder. Giavanna held the agent's hand. This was now her only friend in the world, as painful as that seemed.

"Do you think I could do it?" Giavanna asked, certain the agent would understand the question.

"Yes, I do."

"Why?"

"My son is 22 years old," Agent Sabatini confided. "I'm gone for months at a time and family means everything to us Italians. I refuse to have a strained relationship with my son, so I make it up to him. However I can. I do whatever it takes."

Giavanna looked the agent in the eyes, who seemed unabashed by the incestuous revelation.

"I think my son has the same desires, to be honest. Jesus, what a fucked up conversation. But I think he'd be interested in something like that, whatever it is."

The agent lifted an eyebrow. "His gaze gives it away, doesn't it? Men have wandering eyes."

"I've seen him looking."

"It's only logical. You have a fantastic body which any male would desire. But now you're in Minnesota, which means you'll have to make the best of your circumstance. Use what you have."

"What does that mean?"

Giavanna knew full well what the insinuation was, but it just seemed so jarring coming from a law enforcement official.

"I think you get the idea," Agent Sabatini bluntly assumed. "I'll go to the store and buy everything you'll need. I don't want anymore fights at home. I don't want to hear anymore drama. Is that understood?"

"Yeah, I understand."

The agent turned the recorder back on and they returned to their trial prep. It was the turning point in Giavanna's life. It felt like a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders, because for the first time in a long time, she found something that truly excited her.

Giavanna stood in front of a mirror in a new set of bra and panties which had been provided to her earlier that morning. As expected, the agent was astute and everything fit Giavanna's body down to the right centimeter.

The set was white and made of lace material. Intricate designs were sewn to form weblike pattern. If you look carefully at her chest, you could faintly see the brown color of her nipples. The same for her panties, if you look close enough you could see the clean shave along with the shape of her clitoris.

After admiring her reflection and enjoying the feel of the expensive fabric, she slipped on an equally comfortable silk robe, which showed most of her legs, going up to her mid-thighs.

Back in Miami, she kept in great shape with plenty of yoga and spin classes with other mob wives and socialites. Like most women there, she prided herself on her fuckability.

She closed her robe tightly at first, before realizing that she needed to show more skin. Coming from Miami, her son certainly had high expectations for what would be considered sexy. She needed to meet those standards, despite the snowfall outside.

So she loosened her robe a bit and let the top open. If she was going to do this, then she had to be disciplined about it. She allowed her chest to show, enough to allow the center of her bra to be visible.

The end result was being the most fuckable mother in the city, and she succeeded in that.

Now it was time for the hard part. Satisfied with her salacious appearance, she left her bedroom and headed barefoot down the stairs towards the kitchen. She could hear the tv on. Her son liked watching tv while eating breakfast at the table.

The moment their eyes met, she knew she had him. She knew her son would fall for this and that Leo would have an easier time transitioning to a new life here. All because of what she could offer.

She watched her son struggle to eat his cereal and she stepped into the kitchen to prepare her breakfast, as if this outfit was perfectly natural.

"Mom," he gasped, putting his spoon down. "What are you wearing?"

"Like it? It's a new set."

Making a point, she twirled around in a circle like a ballerina, causing the hem of the small robe to lift and temporarily show more of her legs. The knot at the center remained firm, keeping the treasures on her chest covered.

He gulped. "It seems... umm... random. It's freezing outside and you're wearing that?"

"Agent Sabatini got me this gift. It was so exotic that I just had to give it a try. It feels fantastic against my skin."

"I bet."

Her son gulped while still looking and so she turned up the heat.

"Every woman deserves the feeling of elegance," Giavanna said. "So I figured, with all the stress I'm going through, why not wear it? I feel like I'm on the verge of a nervous breakdown if I don't do anything to relax."

"Is that why Sabatini bought that for you? Because you're becoming a nervous wreck?"

"I guess so. She knows what I like and what makes me feel good. We're kinda becoming friends, I think. Can you believe that?"

He laughed. "Now that's funny. I thought you hated her."

"We've worked out our differences. Most Italian women find common ground in the end."

"That's cool. You seem happier this morning. You're not as stressed out as the last few days."

Giavanna smiled and rubbed under the cup of her bra and robe, letting her hands slide down to her hips and waist.

"Told ya, expensive lingerie is my best friend," she happily stated while preparing some hot coffee. "Speaking of sexy outfits, meet any ladies at the mall?"

"Here? No way. There are some cute girls, but I don't know how to talk to them. It's a different thing out here."

"You can always try today," she chirped. "I'm fine being home alone."

"Did you see the news? It's snowing all week."

"It can't be that bad. You have a new coat."

Leo brushed off the idea. "And freeze my balls off? It'll take me a while to get used to this place."

"So what are your plans?"

He sighed. "I'm trapped here watching Netflix until I can transfer my credits to a new college. What else is there?"

All the more reason why the agent was right. With each passing day, she could see the life slowly draining from her son. Deep down, she knew what had to be done.

She sat across the table from her son. "I'm so sorry. You're handling this well. Thanks for being a real trooper about everything."

"It's not like I had a choice," he replied, with a faint disdain in his voice.

Giavanna could tell that her son was still bitter about living under witness protection. It would likely take years before things would ever become 'normal' between them. And she knew that her son would always feel resentment.

She took a deep breath. She forged ahead.

"Want to hear something hilarious?" Giavanna said with a youthful mischief to appeal to her son. "It's about the agent. I feel horrible for telling you this, but oh my god, it's divine."

"What happened?" he asked, perking up.

"You know..." she started, just above a whisper. "She told me that she fucks her own son. She gives blowjobs or whatever."

Leo nearly choked. "What?!"

"Yeah, you heard that right. She travels all the time for her really, really important work, so that's how she maintains a healthy relationship at home. With her mouth and pussy, probably her ass too."

"She's obviously lying," Leo smiled. "Come on, there's no way."

Giavanna shrugged. "Trust me, I have great instincts, especially when it comes to other women. She's definitely telling the truth. She's a son-fucker."

"Jeez, that's wild."

She shrugged again. "You think so? I can see that happening."

"But she's like a block of ice."

"Maternal instincts are powerful. I could see it being true under the right set of circumstances."

"Mom, the agent is kinda crazy if that story is true. I mean, it's gross. Seriously."

The coffee was ready and Giavanna poured herself a cup. She brought her steaming cup to the dining table and put it down. Then she stood before her son with her tiny silk robe on full display.

"It's not as crazy as you think," Giavanna said, slowly swaying her hips, which seemed to mesmerize her son. "What? You're telling me that it wouldn't work on you?"

He gulped. "Seriously? It's weird."

It was the moment of truth, and if Giavanna was going to do this, now was her chance. She saw something in her son's eyes. There was an awkward tension between them and it only made her pussy ache.

"I know you're still mad at me," she said. "And yes, I deserve every bit of it. I'd be furious as hell if my mother pulled me away to a witness protection program."

"Mom, I..."

She put her finger on her son's lips. "If I opened my robe for you, will you please be a little more patient with our current situation? The trial is going to be the most difficult thing I've ever done in my life. I don't need the extra stress."

Her son understood, giving a short nod, wondering if this was real.

Giavanna untied her robe and held it open for the visual enjoyment of her son. She could see his eyes widen. Sure, her son had caught glimpses of her in bras and panties before, and there were countless times where she'd be in a small bikini in their old backyard pool.

This was different. This was specifically for him. And the lace material only made things more enticing as the color of her areolas were visible. Her nipples hardened.

When Leo's eyes drifted down, Giavanna felt a pulsing feeling in her pussy. It was too much to handle, so she closed her robe and tied it.

"You see," she said, shutting her robe. "Women have the ability to do provocative things, and horny young men like yourself are willing to reap the benefits."

"Sorry," he blushed.

"Well who would have thought? Now you're the one apologizing to me."

She gave a playful smile at the role-reversal her lingerie-clad body had inspired, and sat down to have a cup of coffee, which she no longer needed after all the natural stimulation she had gotten.

One of the few perks to this old home was the upstairs hot tub. It seemed like the right time to use it.

Her son had just gone outside to shovel some of the snow around their house to make things easier for the mail delivery person. It was done at her request. And when Leo came back inside the house, he was shivering and shaking, even with the new coat on.

"That bad?" she asked, crossing her arms to keep herself warm after the door was opened.

"Worse. God, this fucking sucks."

"Watch your language around the house. I know it's tough. Thanks for doing what I asked."

"Yeah, it beats sitting down all day," he groaned.

"I made a hot bath upstairs. I was just about to get in. Why don't you go first? It'll warm you right up."

"Maybe later. You go ahead."

The same pulsing feeling in her legs returned along with a powerful desire. Her heart was thumping. Her son was agitated and moody after doing home chores he had never done before.

She kept thinking about the advice of the agent; that the trial would only make things more stressful, that she needed to get her home life in order.

"I want you to use the bath," she said, letting the side of her robe fall down her shoulder. "I insist. The water is still hot... and... I'll teach you how to relax with some of my scented oils."

Dumbfounded, he gulped loudly. "I guess that does sound nice. I could use something to warm me up."

Her son's voice turned soft and almost squeaky. She knew this was working. The biggest question on her mind now was, could she actually go through with it?

They went upstairs to the bathroom. Giavanna told her son to strip and to lay in the bath. That she'd be there in a moment once she was ready.

She took her time in her bedroom to look for what she needed. Illicit thoughts swirled through her stressed out mind. Her hands were almost shaking.

Dressed in the same silk robe as the morning, she headed towards the bathroom where her son was laying in the tub. His clothes were on the rack and he was naked. This was the first time she had ever seen her son like this before and she didn't know how to react.

"How does that feel?" she asked.

"Great. It's been a long time since I've had a bath."

She turned to the mirror and checked her reflection. She looked good, up to her own high standards of appearance. In the mirror, she saw her son's reflection. Leo appeared tense from the situation.

"You'll feel a lot better with this bath oil," Giavanna said, turning to face her son. "It's a shame more people don't use this."

She dangled the small bottle with her pinched fingers and smiled, making her son smile as well.

"Can you take your robe off?" he asked cautiously. "I'm sure you don't want anything to splash on it."

She nodded. "This is an expensive robe."

Giavanna knew she was playing a dangerous game with her son. And she knew that her son was pushing things along, catching wind of her deviant plan.

Slipping off her robe, she hung it on a rack and stood in her lace bra and panties. The steam from the bath kept her warm, so did her rapidly beating heart.

She approached the bathtub, and when she did, she saw her son's penis for the first time as an adult. She saw it clearly through the water and Leo made no attempt to cover it. It was semi-erect and ready to be pleased.

Kneeling down, Giavanna opened the cap of the oil bottle.

"I know what you're doing," Leo said with great conflict. "You're doing what the agent did, aren't you?"

"Can you blame me? It really cheered you up this morning. I know it's been a while since you've had a girl to flirt with."

"Or even touch..."

Giavanna nearly gasped and she could have sworn that her son's penis grew an extra inch. It looked like it was swelling inside the bath.

"What are you saying?" she asked.

"It would be nice if you could, you know, touch my skin and give me a massage or something. I mean, if you want to."

Leo kept his eyes forward, ashamed of his request, and Giavanna hadn't been this aroused in years. Her son wanted this. She wanted to do this but she was torn. The most she expected was to show and tease her body, but to touch her son sexually?

"I can rub the oil on you," she said. "I'm sure that'll feel nice in the hot bath."

"Thanks mom. You don't have to, but it would be nice."

"It's the least I could do. You're an angel for putting up with me, for sticking through all this. The trial will be over soon, okay?"

She poured the scented oil in the palm of her hand and pressed it against her son's neck, slathering it over his skin. She had given him massages before, but they were always short and playful.

"I meant... umm... lower," he said during the neck rub. "Can you go lower?"

She swallowed her saliva. "Do you want a handjob?"

"I don't know," he said with his head down. "Will you do it?"

The palm of her oiled hand slid across her son's neck and shoulders, across his stomach, then down into the water towards that hardening cock. When she touched it, it jerked in her hand. Then she gave it a good squeeze.

Beneath her fingers, she felt it swell to full attention. Her son's cock was painfully erect and in desperate need of pleasure.

"You've earned this," she said.

Her son moaned as she kept her tight grip and stroked up and down. Her fingers were soft and delicate, and with the oil, the touch was sensational. Her son's body was so tense. So was hers. They were both in an awkward frenzy during the bathtub handjob.

She could hardly bring herself to look, though she did take multiple glances. Occasionally she'd look at the wall or the tile floor. Or she'd look at her son's face writhing with pleasure.

When she heard him breathing harder, she stroked his cock even faster. As much as she enjoyed doing this, she wanted it to end. Her heart was torn. This was her son! But she owed him. She owed him so much for all the sacrifices.

Leo came and his body squirmed in the water. She kept on stroking and saw spurts of cum floating in the bath. It was a lot of cum. Then it stopped. Leo relaxed.

She kissed his forehead. "Enjoy your bath. You deserve it."

Standing up, she let her son have another look at her body before she walked away, leaving her robe there.

The last thing Giavanna expected was an 11:23 pm visit from a federal agent, but that's exactly what she got. The agent had texted her to come to the door and the agent was holding a small pink bag.

In the living room, they talked and did a quick check up. Giavanna was about to go to bed before this visit and she was dressed in a long robe with a thin nightgown underneath.

"This is for you," Agent Sabatini said, handing her the bag.

Giavanna took the bag without looking inside. "Couldn't you have given this to me in the morning?"

"Our other witness has recanted his story and will no longer testify. That makes you the main witness and we'll need you on the stand longer."

"Christ, what the hell?"

"I'll make sure everything goes as smoothly as possible. And that includes your mental state."

"I gave him a handjob," Giavanna said, knowing what the agent came here for.

"Good work. You're resilient."

She crossed her arms. "I'm only doing what I have to do."

"Do more. Look inside the bag."

Grabbing the contents inside and tossing the bag away, Giavanna held up several pairs of panties. They were all lace material with beautiful designs. They were each different colors.

More importantly, they were all crotchless. Her pussy would show.

"How slutty," Giavanna said sarcastically.

"Get used to it. Your son is bored and both of you need proper human interactions to maintain a healthy state of mind."

"At least have the guts to say it."

"For the trial, you'll need to fuck your son."

The agent was dead serious and Giavanna's eyes were fixated on the lace panties, wondering if she could really do this. Jerking off her son was one thing, but to actually fuck him? There'd be no going back. Leo would always want it. Her son was addicted to nice things.

"It makes sense," Giavanna realized. "Are you a religious woman?"

"Yes, I am."

"This is my penance, my sacrifice to God for all my sins. It's my way of fully reconciling with my son."

Agent Sabatini didn't flinch. "If that's true, then take your clothes off and wear those panties. Wear them everyday for your son until trial is over. After that, it's up to you."

There was nothing to hide anymore, nothing to keep secret.

Giavanna put the panties down on the couch and removed her robe, standing in her thin nightgown. Looking the agent in the eyes, neither of them showed any expression, and Giavanna pulled her nightgown overhead, tossing it to the couch.

Just like that, she stood naked. Her bronze skin on full display, along with her cleanly shaven pussy and small breasts. Her brown nipples instantly turned hard from the exposure.

The sight of her naked body always prompted a reaction, no matter who was looking. But this emotionally cold agent didn't flinch.

She picked up the black colored panties and slipped it on between her legs. The material was so smooth it was heaven. When she pulled it up, it felt so snug that she wanted to wear it to bed later. Looking down, she saw that her pussy was showing in the middle. Then she turned to the agent.

"Now what?" Giavanna asked with her hands down, breasts and crotch exposed.

"I'll walk you upstairs."

Giavanna cleared a lump in her throat. "You want to watch me fuck my own son?"

"Part of my job is to look after your well-being. I'm doing my job."

"Bitch."

Swaying her hips, Giavanna did a sultry and slow walk up the stairs, for the sole purpose of teasing the federal agent. If this was going to happen -- if she was going to become a son-fucker -- then she was doing it on her terms, and her terms alone.

She turned on the hallway lights, then she signaled for the agent to stop at the door to her son's bedroom. She put a finger on her own lips and whispered 'Shh...' to keep the agent quiet.

Turning the knob silently, Giavanna entered her son's bedroom, naked except for the crotchless panties. She saw her son's silhouette in the dark room, with only the hallway light allowing her to see. Her son was sleeping peacefully.

When she sat on the side of the bed, her son awoke.

They looked at each other. The hallway light shone on her chest. Leo knew she was topless.

"Mom?" he asked, nearly getting up.

She pressed his shoulders. "Lay there. We have something to talk about."

"You're... you're naked."

"Actually, I'm wearing panties. They're crotchless for easy access."

"What?" His voice was surprised and in awe.

A sudden sense of fear came over her. It was the most unusual feeling she ever had, a mixture of uncertainty and intense sexual arousal. Her life would never be the same again. Neither would her son's.

"I'll be wearing this around the house now. It's something to ease the tension around here. I know it'll be tough. It's a decision I've thought a lot about lately, but it's for the best."

"Mom, you don't have to."

"Are you turning me down?" she asked in a sultry voice.

"I... I don't know..."

She rubbed her son's chest. "I'll tell you what. I know the handjob in the bathtub was super awkward, but we both know it felt good. Why don't we try this once? Then we'll see what happens. If you don't like it, then we'll stop and never do it again. And I hope we'll never discuss it again either."

"What if we like it? What then?"

In the darkness with the light from the hallway, her son's face looked so innocent and his voice matched the purity. This was a true mother/son heart-to-heart conversation, one she was glad they were having.

"If we like it, I'll keep wearing these panties," she said. "I have an entire assortment of them. You can just lift my robe and... well... I'm getting ahead of myself now. Let's just try it out."

"That's a deal."

After a deep breath, she pulled her son's blanket aside and she straddled his body. She was so nervous that her hands were nearly shaking.

"Pull your shorts down," Giavanna said. "Guide yourself into me."

Keeping her hips up, she gave her son the chance to pull his shorts down. As expected, his cock was already hard and ready for incestuous action. The tip of the dick stroked against her labia and she was almost light-headed.

When the tip was pointed at her pussy hole, she took the plunge and gently lowered herself, letting her son's hard dick penetrate her wetness. She let it slide in slowly. She wanted to savor every second of this. Every inch. And her son certainly had a lot to offer.

By the time it went all in, it felt like the perfect match and a part of her wondered why she hadn't done this before. Like it was all so obvious. It was sexual fulfillment in ways she never thought possible.

She slowly rocked her hips while looking at her son's face in the dark. It was bizarre, yet arousing, that her son was looking at her like this, and he reached up to squeeze her breasts and play with her nipples.

"Close your eyes," she moaned. "I want you to focus."

"Yes, mom."

The moment Leo closed his eyes, Giavanna turned her attention towards the federal agent standing by the doorway. Oh yes, the bitch was loving this. She could almost sense the arousal coming from the hall. She could almost smell the aromas coming from the agent's panties.

It added fuel to her fire and Giavanna pushed her hips faster and faster, giving her son a real sensation. She stuck her tongue out and licked the air, taunting the female agent.

"Call me dirty names," she said to her son, fucking him harder. "Call me a slut. Tell me I'm your slut now."

He huffed, "You're a fucking slut. This is all your fault. You owe me your pussy... oh fuck... Only a nasty woman like you would ever do this... god... you jerked me off... now you're fucking me... oh shit..."

"You can thank Agent Sabatini," she hissed, clenching her pussy as tightly as possible around her son's throbbing erection. "She's the original slut who fucks her own son. She's such a horrible mother that she taught me how to do this."

"God bless her," he chuckled, while whimpering. "She showed you how to be a real mom."

She stroked her son's hair. "The kind of mother you've always wanted?"

"I've wanted this for a long, long time," he confessed during their sin.

Those words made her pussy clench even tighter. It was the proof she needed that her son had desired her body all along. Her heart was pounding so fast she could hardly breathe.

She used every trick in her top-game to ride her son's dick. Ironically, most of the hot tricks she knew came from other mob wives, sharing sex techniques while they were getting their nails or hair done at the salon.

Giavanna clenched and unclenched her pussy. She thrust forward and pulled back. Her speed and tempo varied. All while her son was playing with her tits and pinching her swollen nipples.

Her son was whimpering, eyes still closed, and she knew he was going to cum soon.

Looking at the hallway again, she saw Agent Sabatini with a hand down her own panties, masturbating discreetly at the incest show. The sight drove Giavanna deeper into despair. She was now in a sexual abyss; moments away from her son cumming inside of her, watching a female agent finger-fucking herself.

"Fill up my pussy," she whispered to her son. "Make it yours. Own me. Own your mother's pussy."

He whispered back, "Yes, mom."

As she put her hands over her son's hands that covered her breasts, she felt her pussy filling with cum. She focused on the feeling while also looking at the federal agent masturbating silently in the hallway. Her son was a heavy cummer and she savored every drop that was deposited into her canal.

When her son was spent, she collapsed on top of him. Her sweat was cooling but she still needed to cum.

Rolling over, she laid next to her son, then pulled his hand down to her cream filled pussy to rub her clitoris.

"My turn," she whispered in her son's ear. "Rub it in circles, just the way I like."

With her son in a half-dazed state, Giavanna was only given short, circular rubs around her clitoris. It was all that she needed after the fucking and mental rollercoaster she had just been through. Reaching an orgasm was easy at that point and she stained her son's bed while her body tensed. Her moans were rapid and she breathed loudly while cumming on her son's fingers.

She kept her eyes on the hallway the entire time. The agent was watching the whole thing. The agent had been masturbating to this. And it appeared that the agent had her own orgasm from watching Giavanna cum.

The night was over and Giavanna watched the silhouette of the agent silently tiptoe away.

It was time to sleep, deep within her son's arms.

Dressed in red lace panties and a see-through bra, Giavanna sat in the dining room while giving her son a morning deepthroat blowjob. Her head bobbed quickly and relentlessly. The top of her throat was being orally fucked. Her son stood before her, fully dressed with his cock out.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum," he whispered.

"Wait, not yet."

Giavanna got up and went to her fresh pot of hot coffee. She came back to her son and got on her knees. She gifted her son with another brilliant handjob, stroking that saliva-covered cock, pointing it towards the pot of coffee.

Spurts of cum shot into the black beverage. She stroked until her son's balls were drained, and when finished, she stuck her tongue out and licked the tip of her son's penis. She gave the head another suck and felt her son turning flaccid in a matter of seconds.

She loved the taste of his cum. It was her new pleasure. Leo pulled his pants up and Giavanna went to pour some extra cream into the pot along with a bit of sugar. This would fuel her for the day.

"That agent will be here soon," she said, stirring the pot.

He wrapped his arms behind her, giving her a tight hug.

"I'll go upstairs," he said. "Thanks. You're the best."

"Do you think the agent gives her son blowjobs as good as I do?"

He laughed. "Fuck no. She's too rigid. She'll never be half the mom that you are."

"That's what I love to hear." She smiled with so much maternal pride, turning around to kiss her son on the cheek.

There was a knock on the door and Leo went upstairs to his room. Giavanna loosely put on a tiny silk robe and answered the door. It was the agent who came early, ready for more trial prep.

"You're early," Giavanna said, with the robe left untied so that her crotchless lace panties and see-through bra were showing.

Agent Sabatini briefly eyed her body. "We have more work to do."

"Want some coffee? I just made a pot. My son was such a gentleman that he provided me with fresh cream. All natural."

Her tone was suggestive, and as women who fucked their own sons, they both knew what the innuendo was.

"Coffee sounds great," Agent Sabatini replied with a stone face, but slightly squirming below the legs.

They went to the kitchen. Giavanna grabbed an extra mug. They sat across from each other and she filled both cups with the creamy coffee.

When it cooled, they looked each other in the eyes in a strange battle of wills. Or maybe this was just two mature women who had a taste for incest? A taste for sons.

Agent Sabatini drank first, causing Giavanna to smile before drinking hers. They enjoyed the unique flavor and licked their lips when they put their coffee mugs down.

With subtle nods, they both knew what they were.

The End

505 Lactating Breasts, Mom's Relief

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When Laura came home from work, she had no idea how her life was about to change. She was carrying a small brown box. She removed her footwear, standing in her office suit, and put the box in the living room where her son was watching tv.

"What's that?" he asked.

There was excitement on Laura's face. "That, is part of my job. I've been given a promotion. And I'll also be able to spend the next 2 weeks working from home."

"Promotion...and you get to work from home?" he asked puzzled, trying to make sense of things.

Laura smiled and nodded. "I've been placed in charge of legal affairs regarding a potentially breakthrough product. A new drug. It's perfectly safe and extensively tested. But I'll be testing it as well in order to help write the legal disclaimers."

"Sounds interesting."

None of this surprised Brian. He was used to his mom taking things to the extreme. She always brought her work home and got hands-on with things. It was one of the reasons why Laura was such a successful attorney for a big pharmaceutical company.

"It should be interesting."

"Well what's in the box?" he asked. "Don't tell me it's packed with pills and you'll have to take them all."

The excitement left Laura's face. Now, it was time to have a serious conversation with her son for what was to come. Their household would soon be undergoing some major change for the next month.

"Can you turn the tv off please?" she asked politely.

He switched it off. "Everything okay?"

"Everything's fine," she said, sitting on the couch next to him. "But what I'll be doing is a little...unorthodox, shall we say. The company is working on a new drug which helps with breastfeeding. In particular, it helps the breast produce milk. I'll be taking these pills and my breasts will begin to produce milk again."

Naturally, he was shocked. "Really?"

She clenched, feeling a little embarrassed. "This is only for a while. The effects are temporary and it's perfectly harmless."

Now everything was finally laid out. She braced herself for how her son might react to this absurdity. However, she was sure her son could handle this. After all, Brian was a college student who majored in biology. So this should be something he should be getting used to.

"For some reason, this doesn't surprise me," he said with an expression that was tough to decipher. "It's great that you take your job so seriously."

Laura tried gauging her son's reaction. There was a hint of something there. As if Brian was going to enjoy this a little too much. She brushed away the thought and decided not to think too hard about it.

She took pride in the comment. "I'm glad you think so, after all, my dedication pays for your expensive tuition."

"Thanks mom," he smiled. "I'll help with the dishes tonight. I promise."

What would come next was the moment she'd have to fully reveal the details of her trial. Details which would take the awkwardness to a whole new level. But it was extremely necessary for Laura's unbiased legal analysis of the new drug. Once again, she found herself tensing.

"There's more," she said, trying to relax. "I'll be taking strong doses of the drug. This is necessary so that I experience the full effect, to help craft my legal opinion on the matter. For the next few weeks, I'll be heavily lactating."

"That's great. I mean, no big deal. I respect what you're trying to do. Really. I think it's something that could potentially help a lot of nursing women with issues they may have."

It made Laura happy that her son was such a strong supporter of nursing mothers. Who knew? At the same time, she couldn't help but have a creeping suspicion that something was off. There was something in his tone was not quite casual enough.

"It's a little more than that," she needed to add. "Because of the amount of milk I'll be producing, I may have to dress a little differently."

Once again, she carefully studied her son's facial expressions to see how he'd react to the news. And once again, she couldn't tell what he was thinking.

"No worries. Wear whatever you need to get comfortable. It's an important job after all."

The lack of true insight was driving her crazy. She needed to know how Brian honestly felt about this. She had to put her foot down.

"Please be honest with me," she demanded. "Do you think I'm crazy? If you think so, just tell me. Stop being so coy."

He laughed. "Mom, how many times do I have to tell you? It's no big deal! Stop feeling so paranoid about this. You don't have to keep asking me about it."

She let out a breath of relief that she wasn't aware she was holding, and her mind felt relaxed. She must have been imagining the change in tone when she mentioned the lactation.

"Fine, you're right. I wasn't sure how you'd react. And I'm glad that you're taking this so well."

"Yeah, we'll certainly get to know each other a lot better."

Laura raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

"You know, you'll be working from home. We'll get to see a lot of each other everyday. You're usually at the office all day."

She lowered her eyebrow. "You're right. It'll be nice to spend more time at home. There's plenty of things I need to do around the house. Maybe I can get back into cooking again. We can try new recipes together."

"Works for me."

"I'm glad this conversation went well," she said, feeling relieved. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to prepare for dinner."

Laura stood and picked up the box she had left on the table.

"Well?" he asked randomly.

"Well what?"

"Are you ever going to tell me what's in that box? It looks heavy."

With the box in her hands, she realized that not all of her plans had been explained, and that was for a reason. Some of her plans were a little more intimate. Nevertheless, she wanted to be honest about the process.

"There are different breast pumps in here," she admitted. "It'll ache if I simply allowed all the milk to stay inside me. The milk will be tested in the lab later."

"Fascinating stuff."

There was that same curious expression on Brian's face, along with the same tone in his voice. Laura knew big changes were coming. But there was no way she could have anticipated how big those changes would be.

The first day of the process was fairly simple. She took the pills three times a day; morning, afternoon, and night. The lactation hadn't started yet so she still had normalcy in her life.

The second day of the process was much the same. She took the pill on time and waited. According to the research, it could take 4-5 days to see any results.

Same with the third day.

The fourth day was when Laura finally started to see the effects of the medication. She awoke with a slightly sore, swollen feeling in her breasts. It made her happy that she could finally begin with her research on the product.

She immediately went to the bathroom and undid the top of her nightgown, standing in front of the mirror with her breasts exposed. They were pert, with only a slight sag from her age. Overall, she was satisfied with the way her tits looked. They had always been her best feature, according to past boyfriends.

They were ample sized handfuls that curved on the bottom. She also had nicely sized pink nipples that were very suckable, especially when she was aroused and her nipples hardened and protruded.

Laura critically examined the appearance of her breasts in the mirror, looking for visible changes. They looked roughly the same, as she looked at them from the front, then turning side to side. Yet, she still felt a slight stiffness to them.

Now, for the first attempt in trying to express milk. Bending over the sink, she cupped her right breast, just below the areola, squeezing gently, using her thumb and the tip of her finger. Nothing came out at first. Releasing the pressure, she repeated the process, building up a rhythm. To her surprise, drops of milk appeared, encouraging the manual stimulation. She smiled, elated, as a trickle of milk flowed from the nipple onto the sink. Success! It was her first time lactating since giving birth to her son over 19 years ago.

She used a soft cotton pad and wiped her nipple clean. A look of pride shone on her face. Laura was a woman who loved researching every detail of whatever she was assigned to. She always gave her job everything she had.

When the doctors researchers explained the side effects of taking such a high dosage, Laura firmly stated that it wouldn't be a problem. She wanted to be fearless about this, no matter the personal cost.

The next day, Laura prepared her breakfast wearing a casual white t-shirt along with sweatpants. She had a few pairs of padded bras from the company, but was wearing one of her normal ones. She didn't want to wear them yet because of how uncomfortable they were, and how much they'd stick out from her clothing.

Brian came down stairs soon after and prepared a bowl of cereal. He had class in 2 hours and was in a hurry. They made small banter like they normally did.

"Any results yet?" he asked.

It was his first time asking about the medication since the whole thing began. It was obvious that he was trying to hide his intrigue, but Laura was glad that he took an interest in some way.

"Yes, actually the lactation started yesterday morning," she said. "Not a lot. It's all very exciting though."

"Really? You didn't tell me that."

"It was only a small amount. I didn't want to make a big deal of it. Besides, it's sort of an intimate thing for me."

Brian's eyes glanced at his mother's chest. "Mom?"

"What is it?"

"Your t-shirt."

She looked down and was startled by the sight of her wet chest. Her newfound breast milk had stained the front of her t-shirt. She was surprised that she hadn't even noticed it.

"My goodness," she gasped. "You keep eating. You have school soon. I'll go get cleaned up."

Laura excused herself, hurrying upstairs to her bedroom, shutting the door so she could have the necessary privacy. She pulled off her milk stained t-shirt and tossed it in the laundry basket. Then she went to the bathroom to remove her wet bra, standing topless.

God, her nipples looked and felt so stiff. They were so stiff that they were stinging, sending little shocks along the nerve endings in her breasts. As she looked at her breasts, she noticed that her nipples had become puffier and darkened in color. She knew that men loved the look of lactating nipples for that very reason. Men, in her experience, loved larger nipples. They were much more fun to suck on and play with.

But even with her pregnancy 20 years ago, she never felt this level of stimulation, stiffness, or swelling. Most of all, she never felt the ease in which milk naturally came of out of her nipples. What was happening now was purely from the high dosage of the medication.

She used a soft cotton pad and wiped her nipples dry, feeling her nipples grow even stiffer in the process.

God, this made her fucking horny. As far as sex drive goes, Laura always considered herself to be average. Sure, she had sexual desires, but nothing extreme. In college, while most of her friends were out partying and having sex, Laura stayed in her dorm studying. The same was true throughout her legal career. Colleagues dated. Laura worked overtime.

Now, Laura experienced something that felt almost indecent. Her nipples ached. In turn, that caused the blood to swell in her pussy and she began to feel a dull ache there as well. This was surely the side effect of the high dosage she was taking, she thought. It was messing with her hormones.

She knew what had to be done. She needed to masturbate to alleviate the feelings. But in the morning? How obscene. At least by her standards. Nevertheless, it had become a necessity for her.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her legs spread wide and began to rub her pussy. Usually she'd play with her sensitive nipples while she masturbated, but she didn't want to make a milky mess in the process.

As she slowly circled and caressed her clitoris with her fingers, she heard the sound of her son coming upstairs to go to his room. He was changing his clothes, getting ready for class.

God, it made her feel so guilty that her son was in the other room while she masturbated, but this was her career. She always brought her work home, but never like this. It was never sexual. Her work had always been professional and wonky. Until now...

Until now, when she so desperately needed to relieve herself of the sexual urgency she felt.

Hours later, Brian had returned home from class and Laura still had a dilemma to solve. On her bedroom table, there was a small container of her breast milk. She had used the breast pump to fill the container. It had once again aroused her as her nipples felt the suction of the device.

Due to her high dosage of the medication, her nipples were now uncontrollable. Even the lightest of touches would send her down a path of sexual deviancy. Just grazing her nipples would cause them to squirt, and more alarmingly, cause her vagina to pool with wetness. The slightest touch of her bra against her breasts would give her an insatiable need to pleasure herself to completion.

What that meant was, she couldn't wear a bra. If she did, her nipples would be squeezed and she'd become sexually aroused.

She put on a bathrobe, wearing nothing but her panties underneath. It was a perfect outfit because the robe would absorb the milk. She didn't want to keep staining her tshirts.

Then she went downstairs to greet her son, who had just come through the front door.

"You look super relaxed mom," he said jokingly, only to realize that his mother was in a totally serious mood.

"We need to talk. It's important."

"Okay."

"Can you change your clothes and come back to the living room?"

He nodded, not knowing how serious this was. "Sure, give me a minute, I'll be right back."

Laura sat on the couch in her bathroom, while her son headed upstairs, and in a few moments he returned in his normal home clothes. They sat on the couch together prepared for the serious conversation.

"What is it?" he asked.

Laura took a deep breath. "There's something I need to explain to you. For now, let's not think of each other as mother/son. I'm a lawyer. You're a biology student. So let's think of each other as working professionals who have important duties. Okay?"

"Okay. Sure. That's no problem."

Laura explained everything. She felt that this was the best approach. She needed to be open and honest. No detail was spared. She explained that she had been taking a high dosage of the medication and that she was told the side effects which would result. Laura also explained how the medication worked. Her breasts had become slightly fuller. They had become stiff. And her breasts were producing the intended amount of milk.

Finally, and most importantly, Laura explained the side effects and how her hormones were off balance. She explained that the slightest touch to her sensitive nipples would trigger something inside of her. And how, as a result, she would have a problem wearing a bra, or even a tshirt around the house.

"Jeez..." he managed to say.

"I know. This is a difficult situation. Even this bath robe makes me uncomfortable to wear."

"Then don't wear it. Problem solved"

"Brian!" she snapped.

He suddenly became meek. "Sorry mom, I didn't mean it like that. But you said that we shouldn't think of ourselves as mother/son. That we should view ourselves as working professionals doing an important job. Well, in my advanced biology courses, we've done things involving nudity. And if I decide to go to med school, there's plenty of nudity there too. Big deal."

Laura calmed down. Her son was right. In order to do this, she'd have to stop being so rigid. Especially since he was already so mature at his young age. And since he considered going to med school.

"How should this work?" she asked.

"I don't know. This is your experiment. I don't want to get yelled at again if I try to suggest something."

She nodded. "I'm sorry I yelled at you. You're right. We're both adults here. We're both professionals. So, I think we should do this?"

His eyes widened. "You do?"

She wondered if her son had a thing for lactating breasts. She knew it was a popular fetish, but that was really the least of her problems right now.

"I think it's for the best, but only if you're okay with this. I don't want to make you uncomfortable at all."

"Of course not," he said adamantly. "Your career is the most important thing. I don't mind boobs. In fact, I enjoy seeing them."

"Even mine?" she asked with an eyebrow raised.

He became sheepish. "Again, this would be purely professional. I promise."

Drawing this out would only make things worse and increasingly awkward. If they had to go through all the nuances, this conversation would take forever.

Instead, Laura stood up as Brian locked eyes on her. Then she untied the middle of her bathrobe, causing her pussy to twitch. Then she opened the bathrobe and tossed it on the couch, standing in nothing but her panties, with her hard nipples and milky tits fully exposed.

His eyes were wide like saucers. "Oh god."

"Remember, this is purely professional," she reminded him in a playful tone.

"Of...Of course, mom...I mean doctor...I mean Ms..."

"Just call me mom. Just because we're acting professional here, doesn't mean that you can't acknowledge that I'm your mother, okay?"

He nodded. "Okay."

"What now?"

She thought for a moment. "I'll have to be like this until we find a solution. I'll have to contact the doctors and they'll think of something."

"And if there's no solution?"

She gestured to her tits. "Then you'll have to get used to seeing these."

Laura took her bathrobe, gave another quick smile to her son, and headed back up the stairs to her bedroom, where she closed the door. She picked up the phone and made the call.

As it turned out, there was no solution to Laura's dilemma. She was voluntarily taking a high dosage and this was the effect. Perpetual sexual arousal. There was nothing she could do to cover her breasts without feeling the excitement of her nipples being stimulated by clothes. So she'd have to be naked.

She laid back in bed. God, her son had just stared at her tits. She was the one who had opened her robe to him. The recollection made her pussy so wet. She began to masturbate over the encounter, replaying it in her mind. She imagined the look on his face as he stared at her tits. She had been sexually aroused explaining everything to him and undressing for him. Nervous, but aroused.

Thinking back over it as she masturbated was enough to give her the best orgasm she'd had in a long time.

The next morning. She wondered how Brian would react coming down the stairs to see her topless again, making her breakfast while standing in nothing but her panties. He had already stared at her tits enough during the previous night when they had dinner together. Now, she wondered if Brian would be used to the taboo sight, or if his eyes would still be ogling over her. Worse, she wondered if she would still be aroused by him staring.

Sure enough, he came down the stairs and the awkwardness still lingered as he headed for the kitchen. Naturally, his eyes quickly glanced at his mother's bare tits. She noticed this and it made her uncomfortable still, yet so very excited at the same time. She was almost angry with herself that she was sitting there with her tits exposed. What kind of mother would allow such a thing? Worse, it made her ache with need.

After their normal morning banter, Laura felt it was finally time to break the fragile tension once and for all. It had to be done eventually, or this new arrangement was never going to work.

"There's something we need to discuss," she said. "Have a seat and eat."

Brian got his food and sat at the table, looking his mother straight in the eyes.

"Is something wrong?"

"It's about this," she said, gesturing to her breasts. "This situation is a little more unusual than I had expected."

"But we had dinner last night and everything went well? Seriously, I think you're overthinking this, mom. I'm perfectly fine with it."

"Maybe so, but I'm your mother. I've decided to discontinue this by the end of the day. I have enough milk samples. I won't take the medication anymore and my breasts should return to normal. So by tomorrow morning, I'll have my clothes back on. And I'll return to work a little earlier than expected."

He nodded, "Okay, fine. It might be for the best. I can understand if you don't want to do this anymore. I'm sure this must be really difficult for someone like you."

"Are you suggesting that I'm a quitter?" she asked, taken aback.

"No, of course not. I'm just saying, not everyone can handle nudity."

What the hell was this? She thought. Reverse psychology? Whatever her son was doing, it was working. She had already begun to feel guilty for terminating this experiment. And she knew that returning early to work would be viewed as a defeat, that she couldn't finish what she started.

"Don't tell me about handling nudity, mister," she said defiantly. "I'm the one that's bare, while you're fully dressed as always."

"I'm not the one doing the experiment. Mom, it's no big deal. If you want to stop, then stop."

"It seems I have no choice but to stop. It just doesn't feel right being topless around you all the time. Especially while you're still dressed."

"If you want me to get naked, just let me know," he said jokingly. "I'd be happy to oblige. I've got nothing to hide."

Her eyebrow raised. "Oh really?"

"Yes, really. Nudity doesn't bother me. But if you have issues with it, then you should end your research. There's no shame in defeat."

She smiled, "Maybe I've had a change of heart. I suppose I still want to continue this after all. But I do need some support. So, mister, get undressed."

"What?" he asked, shocked.

"You heard me. If you have no problem with nudity, then this shouldn't be a problem. So get undressed. We'll do this together. You get naked. And I'll get naked. My panties will be gone."

It was now Laura's turn to reverse the situation and tease her son. She was only joking. The look of torment on Brian's face was amusing. Of course he was going to refuse. There was no way he was going to do it. And when he finally refused and admitted defeat, then Laura would end this experiment.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. Brian took a deep breath, stood up, and now it was Laura's turn to be shocked.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm doing what you asked. You're right. It's not fair if you have to walk around with your breasts exposed with me fully dressed. I want to support you in any way possible."

Before she could tell him that she was joking, Brian yanked off his shorts and underwear, revealing his cock. It was the first time Laura had seen his manhood since he became an adult, and it was delightful for her to look at. She hadn't been with a man in a while, and her eyes lingered on his body. Then Brian removed his tshirt. All of the clothes were placed on a nearby seat, and Brian sat down to eat breakfast.

"This feels...liberating," he said after a deep breath, enjoying his newfound nudity in front of his mother.

Laura's eyes showed her shock. "Oh my god. I...I was only joking."

"Uhhh...mom," he said, his eyes looking down at mom's chest.

"Yes."

"Your breasts."

She looked down to see that her bare breasts were stiff and now milk was beginning to form at the tips of her hard nipples. She gasped and quickly reached for a table napkin to wipe herself. In fact, she needed two. The milk was trickling down onto her stomach and thighs.

"How did that happen?" he asked. "Nothing touched your breasts."

Laura knew exactly how this happened. She was fucking aroused. Her pussy was wet. Seeing her son's cock had triggered something inside of her.

"I took a strong dosage, that's all," she lied.

"Oh, well anyway, don't forget about the deal."

"Excuse me?"

"Your panties," he pointed out. "You said you'd take them off."

She was surprised by her son's brazenness. And she was equally surprised that he would bring this up. It was confirmation that Brian was sexually enjoying this. His own mother. How could he?

Taking a deep breath for confidence, Laura reached below to remove her panties. There was no way she was going to stand. She didn't want to show her pussy to her son, even though he'd see it later anyway. God, this was madness.

"Happy?" she asked sarcastically, briefly twirling her panties before putting it down on the seat, next to her son's clothes.

"Is that a wet stain on it?"

"It was probably my breast milk that dripped."

"The stain looked like it was from the inside, right in the middle," he said observantly.

"I'm aroused, okay?" she finally admitted. "Please don't make a fuss. I've already told you what was happening. My hormones are out of control."

"Did you get aroused from seeing me naked?"

"How could you ask me something like that?" she demanded.

"It's a reasonable question, don't you think? I'm not an idiot. Breasts don't just start dripping milk like that. Panties don't just get wet. There has to be a reason for it."

Not only was Laura's suspicion confirmed, she also realized that her son was aroused by Her. His own mother! It dawned on her that Brian's desires were far from the mainstream; he not only had a thing for full milky breasts, but specifically, *her* full milky breasts!

It was becoming a game. A battle of wills. Who will admit to it first? Because the truth was, Laura was horny as hell knowing that her son lusted after her. For the past few days, she loved that he was so observant about the changes in her body, and that his eyes carefully examined her bare, lactating tits.

Nevertheless, this couldn't go on forever. She needed to end this. And she was curious about how this would end.

"Fine," she said. "You win. I'm sexually aroused right now. I'm especially aroused because you're watching me. In my defense, the medication I'm taking is screwing with my hormones, thus screwing with my mind. So, mister, what's your defense?"

"I didn't realize that I needed a defense."

"Of course you do," she pointed out. "Admit it, you have a lactation fantasy."

"A what?"

He was clearly playing dumb.

"You enjoy milky breasts," she said bluntly. "You like the plump look that lactation gives. Most of all, you enjoy how the lactation process makes a woman's nipples look so dark and swollen. Just admit it."

He gulped. "Sure, I guess you're right."

"And a fantasy about your own mother? I want you to admit that too."

He gulped harder and spoke in a small voice. "I guess, kind of."

Oh fuck, she thought. She felt her pussy clench hard, wetness deep inside her cunt, and her tits became even more swollen. If she didn't know better, milk was getting ready to shoot through her enlarged nipples.

"Eat your breakfast," she said. "I need to go use a breast pump."

"Wait..."

"What is it? I need to go."

"Can I watch?" he asked nervously. "I mean, can I help? I've always been fascinated with human biology. You know, medical stuff."

A dirty thought came to mind. God, she wanted to do what her mind and pussy told her. Even though it was so wrong. At that moment, her hormones raged and she gave in to her pussy's demand.

She patted the seat next to her. "Sit here."

Brian scooted over and sat next to his mother.

She continued, "This is only because you're a good son, because you've been professional about this, and because my hormones are raging. Consider this a courtesy."

"Okay," he said, not knowing where this was headed.

"Suck my nipples," she instructed.

"What?"

"If you ask again, I could change my mind. This is already difficult enough already. Don't make me reconsider."

With all the courage he could muster, he slowly lowered his head towards his mother's chest, fearful that a slap was coming at any moment. But the slap never came.

Laura watched her son's mouth close around her swollen left nipple and he began to suckle. The feeling of it! Oh god, the feeling! Her nipple felt like it was on fire. She had the same burning feeling deep within her pussy.

He sucked her nipple hard, hard enough to lift her entire breast as her son moved his mouth upward, his tongue circling and lapping at her swollen nipple. She could feel the milk flowing from the breasts, to her nipples, to her son's mouth, then down his throat as he gulped, swallowing everything.

It was nearly 2 decades since she last nursed him. Now he was an adult. It felt so wrong. Yet so right. Her pussy and nipples were telling her that this was the right thing to do.

The tight suction of his mouth ended, causing her to cry out slightly in disappointment, but then gasp with desire and excitement when Brian lowered his head to suck her other hard nipple. More milk flowed. This time, his fingers caressed and squeezed her breasts, causing milk to shoot into his mouth, and the other breast shot milk across his face and onto the dining table.

"Oh god," she gasped. "Stop. This is going too far. Stop this."

It took him a few seconds before he finally listened to his mother. He needed a little more to suck, to feel her nipple inside of his mouth. Then he pulled his mouth away and removed both of his hands from mom's breasts.

As Brian sat upright with a blissful expression, milk splashed across his face, Laura noticed that his cock was now raging hard. Had she done this to him? Of course she had. What else could have caused it? Her bare lactating tits and enlarged nipples had done this to him. It was her fault. She had done this. The thought of it made her pussy feel so swollen with need, almost pulsating.

"You're erect," she pointed out.

"Sorry."

But of course, he wasn't. After sucking on mom's nipples, he was no longer bashful or ashamed about what he wanted. His intentions were clear.

"Don't be sorry," she said. "You're a healthy young man. It's normal to have this sort of a reaction."

"Even for my own mother?"

She nodded. "I'm aroused too. So I can't blame you. Or judge you. We're both struggling with the same feelings."

"You too?"

"Yes. It makes me uncomfortable to talk about this. But the answer is yes."

"We don't have to talk," he said, more confidently this time. "We can do other things instead, I mean, if you want to return the favor."

"What makes you think I have a favor to return?"

"I can see how wet your pussy is. That's because I sucked on your nipples."

Laura immediately crossed her legs to obstruct the view of her pussy. Her son was right, Laura's cunt was dripping wet because of this.

"That's not something you ever should have seen," she said.

"Mom, I'm aching. You know what it's like to ache."

"Fine. But only this once."

She turned her head and looked at the refrigerator. At the same time, she reached to where Brian sat and found his cock with her left hand. It was swollen and rock hard. She grabbed the shaft and began to stroke.

Her eyes never left the refrigerator. She tried to keep her mind on other things. She tried to think of what she was going to cook later that day. She tried to think of tv shows she needed to catch up on. Anything but this.

But the fact remained, she was giving her son a handjob in the kitchen. Both of them completely naked from head to toe. Her pussy was wet. And her nipples were still wet from the suckling and the lactation.

She did her best to keep her mind focused on other things. But reality came crashing down as she heard her son groan. His cock pulsed in her hand.

"Oh fuck," he gasped. "Keep stroking like that. Faster please."

She obliged, stroking him faster. Her hand gliding up and down his hard shaft. The skin felt so soft, but the cock itself felt as stiff as a rock.

"I'm going to cum," he panted. "Almost there. Don't stop."

She went faster and stroked him relentlessly, even after feeling his cum shoot upwards, landing on her hand. She stroked until he stopped moaning. She stroked until all the cum was drained from his balls and his cock turned flaccid again. Then she moved her hand away.

It was amusing to watch her son bent over in such a flustered state. He was blown away by the incestuous handjob. Then she smiled and used a table napkin to wipe the cum from her fingers and hand.

"That was some load," she said, still amused. "I'm impressed."

"You're really good at that."

"Thank you. Looks like both of us are producing a nice amount of fluids this morning."

"Can we do it again?" he asked, nearly begging.

She stood up. "I'm afraid not. That was a one-time favor. Now if you'll excuse me. I have some work to do."

Of course, that was a lie. Laura's schedule was free for the day. What she really needed to do was masturbate. She needed to shut her bedroom door, lay on the bed, and rub her clitoris until her pussy gushed. It was her little secret.

The masturbation session felt better than she had expected. She came hard. Not surprisingly, her son was the star of her masturbation fantasy. Just a week ago, the thought never would have crossed her mind. And if it did, she would have felt disgusted with herself for even thinking such a thing.

Now, it added an intense fire to her previously dull sex life. She had the experimental drug to thank. Her hormones were raging and she felt like an entirely new woman. Her breasts were larger and fuller. Her nipples were now swollen, puffy, longer, and also a darker shade. Her pussy was in constant need of relief. And her mind was always thinking of sex.

She had more confidence now than before. Probably due to the hormonal changes she was undergoing. Being naked in front of her son was getting easy. A week ago, she would have died on the spot. Now, she relished the feeling.

During lunch, they both ate naked. None of them had mentioned sex or asked for more favors. With the amount they came that morning, they were still spent. But that would only last for so long. Soon, they'd need more.

It was late afternoon when Laura sat on the living room couch, using the breast pump on herself. Normally, she did this in her room, in complete privacy. But now, she wasn't in the mood for privacy. She wanted things out in the open. If she was honest with herself, she was hoping that her son would come down the stairs, still naked, and they'd do whatever the hell he wanted.

She knew that her son usually came downstairs during this time of day to watch tv. She heard his footsteps on the stairs, and her heart beat faster. Deep down, she hoped that he would still be naked, according to their temporary new rules of the house. When she saw him, sure enough, he remained true to his word. There he was, naked as the day he was born, walking into the living room.

There was a slight awkwardness that lingered between them as he entered the living room, seeing his naked mother using a breast pump on herself.

The situation was made more illicit by the fact that the front curtain was slightly open. There were windows around that floor of the house which were uncovered. Outside was still broad daylight. The openness of their home maintained a level of normalcy. The last thing Laura wanted was to feel like she was imprisoned. Even if that meant there was a possibility of being seen.

"I wanted a new place to do this," she said, still holding the breast pump to her right breast. "I don't want to be stuck in my room all day. I hope you understand.'

"Sure, no problem mom."

"Go ahead, watch tv. Don't let me bother you."

He smiled and sat down on the couch, next to his mother. "You're never bothering me. Especially not when you're naked like that."

The comment made her uncomfortable, yet very aroused. She had already promised herself that she wouldn't do anything sexual with him again. She had made that clear to him. Yet her pussy and sexual desires had other plans.

"Come closer," she said. "Have a look."

Brian scooted closer to her on the couch, staring closely at mom's milky tits and naked mature body.

She continued, "Watch how the pump creates a nice suction. The latch is air-tight on my breast. Notice how my nipple is being stretched. As a result, the milk is being extracted from my mammary glands. Do you see that?"

Laura noted how her son was watching the lactation process intensely. A part of her was afraid that he would get hard again. Another part of her welcomed it. If he did get an erection again, she had no idea how she'd react.

"This is a lot better than reading a book," he noted.

"I'm sure it is."

"Does it feel good?"

"Is that relevant?" she asked back.

"I'd like to know. Just out of curiosity. I mean, if you're teaching me right now, then isn't this something that's important?"

She thought for a moment. They were headed down the same path as this morning. A path which lead to taboo sexual acts between a mother and her son.

"You already know the answer," she admitted. "Yes, this feels good. My nipples have always been long and sensitive. Your father used to play with them all the time. He played with them while we made love, which was my favorite thing that he'd do."

Instantly, she wondered why she had revealed that information about her personal sex life, and to her son of all people. By the look on Brian's face, he appreciated that secret information.

"In my experience, women with longer nipples are always more sensitive there. So that makes a lot of sense."

"Now for the other breast," she said, hoping to change the subject.

Laura turned-off the pump and unlatched it from her tit. She used a cotton pad to wipe the excess milk from her nipple. Then she repeated the same process to her left breast, attaching the latch to her aching nipple. God, this was going to feel so good once the pump started its suction once again. When she flipped the switch and the pump sucked, she got the pleasure she was hoping for.

The pump worked its magic and began extracting milk from her tit, filling up a small cup that was attached to the bottom end. All while Brian observed with the intensity of a curious doctor.

"That must feel amazing with how sensitive you are," he said. "Plus that pump, along with your hormonal changes."

"Yes."

"Is it making you aroused?" he asked softly.

Laura looked down and saw that her son's cock was stirring. It was no longer flaccid. It had grown halfway from its fully erect size. She also noticed a soft trembling in his voice. He wanted more. She wanted more also.

Deep down, she knew that she'd break her promise to herself. The desire felt too good to resist.

"Yes, I'm aroused."

"It must be torture."

She looked him straight in the eyes. "Imagine your testosterone has reached ungodly levels because of your medication. Now imagine that your cock is raging hard and your mind is consumed with deviant sexual thoughts, all because of that medication. Now imagine that your cock is being expertly sucked."

"That's what you're feeling right now?"

She nodded. "Yes, this breast pump is stimulating my nipples. But unlike a man getting his cock sucked, I can't orgasm from this. My pussy is burning. It aches so bad. If you wanted the truth, there it is."

"I'm glad you've told me."

"I didn't plan on it," she said, which was partially a lie.

Deep down, Laura had hoped this conversation would happen. That's why she decided to use her breast pump in the living room, instead of the privacy of her bedroom like she normally did. Her pussy and sexual desires had led her to this point.

"Can I help?" he asked, nearly pleading. "It can be like this morning. Only better. I swear I'll never tell anyone."

"I told you already. What we did this morning is the end of it."

"I know. But look at you. You're in desperate need of relief. Maybe we can do this while you're experimenting with your breasts milk. You know, I can help you with relief. Then we can stop this as soon as your breasts return to normal."

She gave it a brief thought. "Fine. But this has to be professional and courteous. This can't be simply to indulge your perverted desires for your own mother."

"Of course."

"In order to ensure that this stays strictly professional, I'll need you to orgasm first, to get the lust out of your mind. Then you can focus on me in a more proper and medical way."

"What do you mean?"

"I'll need you to cum," she said. "After that, you can help me with my sexual frustrations. Okay?"

He nodded. "How should we do this? Do you want me to go to my room and do it?"

"How about we just do this here?"

She looked down and saw that her son's cock was now fully erect, pointing upward, throbbing like a hormonal maniac.

"Sure, anything mom."

"That looks like it'll take you a while before you can climax."

He looked down at his own cock. "Yeah, I know. What can I say? You made me like this. You've got a hot milf body."

"Flattery always works with me," she smiled.

"Oh? And what will that get me?"

"Lean back and I'll show you."

A smile grew on Brian's face as he leaned back on the couch. His hard cock pointing upwards, waiting for what his mother would do next. Reasonably, he expected another handjob. He knew that his mother was far too proper for anything else.

To both of their surprise, Laura instinctively bent her head down and she took the stiff cock inside of her lips. Closing her lips tightly around the shaft, she sucked on it, making Brian gasp at the very feeling.

"Holy shit, mom," he groaned.

Being called 'mom' while taking the cock in her mouth only added fuel to the taboo fire. The breast pump was still going to work on her sore nipple. She clenched her lips tighter around the cock and sucked harder. Her head slowly bobbed. She knew exactly how to make a guy cum quickly from oral sex. Despite her intelligent and educated appearance, Laura was actually a great cocksucker. It was something she loved doing in private for a trusted romantic partner.

Never in a million years did Laura expect to be naked with her son in the living room, a breast pump attached to her tit, while performing her famous oral sex technique on him. It was the ultimate taboo, and it drove her absolutely wild feeling him throb inside of her mouth.

Up and down. Her mouth continued its work and her head bobbed in a slow and steady pace. As much as she enjoyed this, she wanted this to be over soon. She never lost sight of the fact that this was totally inappropriate for any kind of mother to do.

"Mom, stop, stop, stop," he surprisingly said.

She was stunned that her son would want to end this. Nevertheless, she knew there must have been a good reason for it.

"What is it?" she asked, sitting upright.

"I have an idea. My cock is throbbing. Your pussy is aching."

Please don't say it, she implored through her mind, hoping that Brian would somehow know her thoughts.

"What are you suggesting?" she asked.

"Let's fuck."

She shook her head. "That's going too far."

"Think about it. Both of us get what we want."

"So you've wanted to fuck me all along?" she asked with an eyebrow raised, not that surprised anymore by her son's incestuous fantasies.

"The truth is, a lot of guys my age with hot moms would kill to do something like this."

She sighed, "There's a jarring thought. I don't actually consider myself to be the 'hot' type."

"You're hot to me. I love smart, mature, and proper women. A lot of men like that. Face it mom, you're a hot milf, whether you like it or not."

A smile grew on her face. "Like I said before, flattery always works on me. I'm a sucker for compliments. Most women are."

With that, Laura switched-off the breast pump and unlatched it from her breasts. She put it down on a nearby table and used a tissue to wipe the excess milk from her tit.

After everything was put away, all that was left on the living room couch was the naked mother her son. Both horny as hell, desperate for sexual relief. Desperate for each other. Their lust guiding them along.

She put her knees on the couch and gracefully threw a leg over Brian's lap, straddling him while they faced each other. She tried to be calm and stoic about fucking her son. Brian, on the other hand, looked like he had just hit the jackpot. His eyes were wide and excited, as if he had waited years for this. It was an expression which made Laura feel amused and increasingly aroused.

"I'm going to lower myself onto you," she said. "Hold your cock upright."

He did as he was told, holding the base of his shaft so that his cock pointed upwards. Laura lowered herself and her dripping wet pussy wrapped around her son's stiff shaft.

By the time she lowered herself all the way down, both of them had found a relief they were desperately searching for. Laura had a nice hard cock buried deep inside of her pussy, the first time in nearly a year. And Brian finally got to fuck his mother. It was a perfect match which suited their peculiar situation.

She gave slow thrusts and they were officially fucking, looking each other straight in the eyes while they were mere inches apart. They felt their breath mingling. She wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing herself closer to him. At certain points, Laura's stiff nipples would rub against her son's chest, sending lightning bolts of feeling through her body and making both of them even more aroused.

"You're a bad boy, you know that?" Laura said teasingly in a low voice. "You shouldn't want this. I've never heard of a boy wanting to fuck his mother before."

He grabbed her ass, pulling her closer and burying himself deeper inside her and said, "There's a lot about sex which you still need to learn."

"Do I?"

In response, she clenched her pussy tight and thrust herself hard, as if to show her son who was boss. It was her way of controlling the situation.

"Yes, uhhh...ohh..." he groaned. "There's still plenty to learn. I can help you with relief too...oh..."

She clenched and unclenched her pussy, as she continued to ride his cock. She loved torturing her son in this way. It was pure sexual torture. The kind that both of them couldn't get enough of.

Her hands caressed his chest as she moved sensuously on him. "Maybe you're right. I never claimed to be a sexual goddess. But I could certainly use the relief."

"I...I could help with that..."

Brian looked like he was in sexual ecstasy as his mom rode him. This nearly made Laura laugh, since she was the one on the medication, and it was her hormones that were raging. Nevertheless, Brian was somehow enjoying this more than she could have possibly imagined. She relished in giving him that pleasure. As his mother, it was her duty to make him happy, she thought.

"I'd like that," she moaned in his ear while they fucked. "You could help milk my breasts. Suck them, if you'd like. Whatever it takes to relieve my breasts of tension. Then there's my pussy...oh goodness...my pussy is on fire right now."

"Can I help with that too?" he panted between thrusts.

She thrusted hard back. "Oh yes. I'd expect you to."

The pleasure was consuming her and she arched her back a little upwards. Just then, as her breasts were pointing forward, she felt Brian mauling her tits with his hands. Her nipples were rock hard. Milk began dripping down from her mammary glands from the hard squeezing, something she suspected would arouse her son greatly.

Sure enough, she was right. As her tits were being fondled and kneaded like dough, he bent forward and sucked the milk dripping from her tits and she felt him stiffen inside her. He took turns sucking each of her breasts while continuing to fondle them hard.

Milk was everywhere. All over her body. All over Brian's body. Some of it even sprayed onto the couch, which was something she had always been strict about. She hated food stains on the couch. But this would be a big exception. After all, what's more natural than breast milk?

"God, your tits," he gurgled, slurping up mom's milk.

She wrapped her hands around the back of his head, pulling him closer, allowing him to suck and drink more.

"Have as much as you'd like baby," she moaned, breathily, her voice husky with desire. "It's better that you drink it. I'd hate to waste it."

"Mmm...Hmmmm."

She slowed her pace as she continued to ride him, replacing her quick thrusts with long slow sweeps of her hips. She didn't want her son to cum too fast. Desire had changed her mind. Instead, she wanted this to last longer. It was their first love making session and she wanted it to feel special. She wanted to savor it.

"I appreciate what you've done for me," she said in a low voice. "How responsible and respectful you are about this. You're very mature for your age. Think of this as a reward. My milk for you. I'm glad you love it. And it makes me feel so good that you're sucking on my sensitive nipples. God, I wish all mothers could have a son like you."

She continued riding his throbbing hard cock. Brian continued sucking on each of his mom's milky nipples.

As their incestuous action continued, Laura turned her head and looked through the small opening of the living room curtain. It was still broad daylight outside.

From her viewpoint, she saw Ms. Henderson on the sidewalk walking her dog, completely oblivious to the mother/son fucking that was going on inside of the house. Ms. Henderson was a retiree in her late 60's. What made things even hotter was that Ms. Henderson used to be Brian's English teacher in high school.

'If she only knew...' Laura thought to herself, still riding her son's cock, while looking out to the street.

Laura returned her focus to her son, where it should be. It was so hot knowing that some of the windows were uncovered and the living room curtain was slightly open.

They lived in a slightly upper-middle class neighborhood. Everything about their home was proper and sophisticated in some way. Yet here she was, naked, fucking her son.

"I'm close," he groaned, as if in agony.

She put her lips his ear and whispered, "Don't you dare cum. Not yet. Your mother always comes first. Do you understand?"

"Yes mom."

"Now suck my nipples hard. Squeeze my tits."

While her nipples were being sucked hard, and his hands clenched her breasts tightly, she rode his cock faster. She reached down and rubbed her clitoris furiously. All of her pleasure spots were being tortured in the best possible way.

The culmination of everything that had been going on the past week had all built up to this. The pleasure had reached its boiling point. The tingling sensation inside of her had turned into a raging fire. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the pleasure, enjoying every second of it.

"Oh my god," she said in a low voice. "I'm going to orgasm. I'm going to...oh..."

Her entire body convulsed and she came in a blaze of glory. Her back arched, pulling her nipple from her son's mouth. Since all the windows were closed and they were in the privacy of their own home, Laura was free to cum as loud as she wanted. She certainly took advantage of that fact, screaming loudly, making a few strange noises, and then breathing heavily afterward.

"Oh my goodness..." she gasped out loud. "I've...I've never cum like that before. Oh Jesus."

A trail of fluids had gushed from her pussy, leaving an even bigger mess on the couch, and all over her son's midsection. It was the definitive proof that her hormone levels had been altered. Laura was never much of a squirter. At most, she'd leave a trickle behind after an orgasm. But now, it looked like a faucet had been turned on and both her nipples and pussy were leaking her feminine bodily fluids.

As the orgasm still controlled her body and overwhelmed her, Laura's thrusts had come to a near halt and she tried to regain her breath.

"Mom, fuck, I need to cum!"

It was a clear reminder that her son was still raging hard. She couldn't disappoint him. Not after that magnificent orgasm she just felt, and was still in the midst of enjoying.

Almost like she was sleepwalking, she climbed off him, her body limp and her legs shaking from her orgasm, and dropped to her knees. She took the wet cock in her mouth, not caring that she tasted her pussy, her orgasmic fluids, as she began to suck. Brian bucked and thrust into mom's mouth, which was greedy with need. His legs and stomach muscles tensed and pulsated as his mother sucked him to completion.

When it was done, she looked at her son and nearly laughed at the absurdity of it all. Brian's face and chest were covered in breast milk. Laura's mouth and lips were covered in her son's fresh hot cum.

"Is this what the rest of the week is going to look like?" she asked, nearly recovered from the massive orgasm.

"I hope so."

She smiled, "Then we better get used to it. Being a lawyer has never been so much fun. And it looks like there's plenty more research to be done."

While her eyes were still locked on her son, she took another lick of his cock, cleaning the remnants of cum, vaginal fluids, and her own saliva. She took the cock inside her mouth again and gave another hard suck, feeling her son twitch in the process.

There was a loud 'plop' sound as she pulled her mouth away. She winked at her son, then patted his leg.

"I desperately need a shower," she said, licking the excess cum from her lips. "By the look of things, so do you. Care to join me?"

And with that, she stood up so that Brian could observe her fully nude body. Then she collected her breast pump and dirty towels, and headed up to her bedroom. Her round butt cheeks swayed with every step, nearly hypnotizing her son. Brian eagerly got up and followed his mother to the bathroom.

The End

506 Mom Needs a Favor

HeyAll

The boss leaned back in his seat. "Claire, what can I say? Hiring you was one of the best decisions of my career. And I've been in this business for a very long time."

She blushed, "Thank you. That's very sweet of you to say."

"I mean it. You've been a valuable asset."

The charm offensive during their private meeting was in full swing. A promotion, perhaps? She wished.

"Well, this company has done so many great things," Claire replied. "It's a pleasure to be involved with these endeavors. That's what motivates me."

He gave a slow nod. "I'm glad you feel that way. The reason I've asked you to come to my office is because we're having a small corporate retreat this weekend. It's right by a phenomenal lake. Beautiful. Are you available?"

"I'm always available for my job" she replied, containing her excitement.

"That's the spirit. I apologize for the late notice, but I've done some thinking, and I've concluded that you'd fit in nicely. There will be shareholders, execs, that sort of thing. It's a real step up the ladder for you. And since I'm retiring soon, I want you to... well, nevermind... we're not exactly there yet."

The boss's retirement? Was she being groomed as a replacement? Her ears perked and all the years of hard work was paying off.

Claire sat up straighter and smiled. "Thank you, sir."

"I want to see how you'll do. There will be other leaders in the tech industry there. Not just from our company, but from all around Silicon Valley. It's your chance to rub shoulders with the best."

"That sounds like an amazing opportunity," she said.

"I'm confident you can handle larger responsibilities when the time comes."

The joy was bubbling inside of her and adrenaline flowed through her veins. She wanted to scream with joy. But she couldn't. She had to maintain her dignified and lady-like appearance. There would be plenty of time for celebration later.

"That certainly sounds wonderful," she said in a measured tone. "I'll be there this weekend."

"One more thing," he added.

"Yes?"

"It's a family retreat. There will be plenty of boats, water activities, campfires, you name it. But the emphasis is that it's a family event. So you'll need to bring someone with you. Is your son still away at college?"

"He attends a nearby University. He still lives at home with me."

They both knew that Claire had divorced several years ago, and that she had a string of unsuccessful relationships ever since. It was the sacrifice of having such a grueling work schedule.

And they both knew that Claire was the mother of an 18-year old college freshman, who was a fairly outgoing young man.

"Lucky guy," the boss said. "I promise he'll have a great time there."

She nodded. "I'll make sure he does."

It was 5:13 by the time Claire arrived home. The most comforting part of her day was removing her shoes and being able to walk barefoot around the house. As always, the first thing she did was head to the refrigerator for a cup of juice.

Heading up the stairs, she heard music coming from her son's room. Even though his door was closed, she still heard her son playing a Nick Cave album on the stereo.

She knocked a few times and gently opened the door. Jeff turned the music off and paused his video game.

"Sorry about that," he said, putting the controller down because he knew mom needed something.

They made some small talk before Claire sat on the bed next to him to ask for a favor.

"There's going to be a lot of important people there," she explained. "And if everything goes well, I'll be the happiest woman in the world."

"That's so cool. It's just Saturday morning and afternoon, right? Then we'll come back before evening?"

"Well, no. It's an overnight thing. We'll be there the whole weekend."

Jeff's jaw nearly dropped. "Can you go without me? I have that fraternity party, remember?"

"Yes, I do remember. This is much more important than some college party."

"Mom, it's not just any college party. It's a big thing between the fraternity and sorority."

"I'm sure there will be others," she replied dismissively. "Parties come and go."

"You don't understand."

"Jeff, you're talking about a party. This is my career."

He sighed. "You don't need me at the retreat. I'd rather go to the party."

"What's so important about this party?" she asked inquisitively. "You were never interested in parties before."

"I know, but..."

"But what?" she questioned.

"There's this girl. Her name is Rebecca. She's a freshman in the sorority, and well, I really like her."

"Does she like you too? Is it a date?"

"It's complicated," he said with his head held down for a moment. "She's really pretty and a lot of other guys are interested in her too. I've talked to her a little bit and I think I have a chance. We really get along."

"And you think that if you miss this party, she'll end up dating someone else?"

He nodded. "Basically."

This was something Claire understood. Although her son was handsome and talented, he was always a bit shy and awkward around girls. Now that he was a young man, he was blossoming out of that phase, and this appeared to be his first attempt of having success with young women.

But at the same time, a potentially big promotion meant everything to her. Nabbing a top spot at a tech company is tough, especially as a woman. She had to be at this event, and she had to be there with her son.

It was time for desperate measures.

She knew, based on accidentally seeing her son's internet history, that he liked older women. He also had a thing for racy lingerie, it seemed. Perhaps she could use that to her advantage. A year ago, when she was in the gym sauna, she had overheard another single mother discussing the use of a certain tactic. It was lewd and totally inappropriate, but apparently it worked.

More importantly, this strategy may work on her own son. She knew that Jeff liked to peek at her sometimes as discreetly as he could. She thought it was weird, but normal. Men are curious at this age.

If this idea was the only way to get Jeff to come to the retreat, with a big smile on his face and upbeat attitude, then it would be worth a try.

"What do you like about her?" Claire asked. "What was her name? Rebecca?"

"Yeah, that's her name. I mean, she's great. She's smart and she's really funny."

"So it has nothing to do with her appearance?" she asked with an eyebrow raised.

Jeff blushed. "She has a great body. She runs track."

"I ran cross-country in college and I used to swim too. I still love going to the gym when I can, and I run on the weekends."

"Of course I know that. Why are you telling me?"

Claire took a deep breath. "I'll make you a deal. I want you to forget about the silly college party and instead come to the corporate retreat. I'll expect you to be on your very best behavior. I mean it."

"In exchange for what?"

"I know what you like," she said with full confidence. "At the retreat, we'll a share a lodge together. If you're willing to be the perfect son, I'm willing to be your perfect mom."

"You already are 'the perfect mom' in my opinion," he chuckled. "What are you talking about?"

"In our lodge, I'll dress up for you. Lingerie, all kinds."

His eyes widened. "Mom, I..."

"Let me finish. Tomorrow after work, I'll go to the mall and buy a new set of lingerie and swimwear for the trip. In our room, I'll only wear those tiny outfits for your viewing pleasure. I may even let you have a preview of it tomorrow night."

Jeff was stunned and speechless. It was better that way. Claire patted his shoulder as an acceptance of the offer.

"Dinner will be ready in an hour," she said in a motherly way. "I'll make your favorite."

The shelves of the lingerie shop were neatly arranged with an assortment of scantily clad outfits. Everything was on the classy and sensual side.

The owner of the place introduced herself to Claire. Her name was Meredith, a woman in her mid-50's, who was dressed like some sort of modern age madam.

"How may I help you today?" Meredith asked, getting to the point after their brief small talk.

Claire gestured to the left side of the room. "I'm looking for swimwear. A two-piece bikini, mainly. And I also need a few pairs of undergarments. Price isn't an issue. I need something nice."

Meredith looked her up and down. "I see. Well, you're a very attractive lady. Dressing you shouldn't be difficult. Follow me."

They went to the swimwear section and Meredith quickly sifted through the different outfits on the display rack. This woman, as it turned out, was a real pro. It took mere seconds for Meredith to figure out Claire's size, and a few more seconds to find the best bikinis for Claire. It took the same amount of time to find the right lingerie items too.

"Try these," Meredith said, holding a neat stack of items. "They're the right size. And the colors match your skin tone and hair. You'll look ravishing."

Claire thanked the woman and went to the changing room. She quickly undressed and tried on the undergarments first. Meredith was right, each item was the right color to match her figure.

The bikini was fine but the undergarments were embarrassingly skimpy. Her breasts were firmly hugged in the bra and her crotch was barely covered in the panties. When she turned to check her backside, she saw that her butt was practically on full display.

On the flipside, the high-quality material felt sensational against her skin and it enhanced her sex appeal. She fully understood why these sets are so expensive. They were worth it.

"Is everything okay?" Meredith called out. "I can provide a second opinion if needed."

Claire agreed. "Sure. Why not?"

The curtain was pulled aside and Meredith entered.

"Beautiful," the owner said.

"Thanks," Claire blushed.

"Are there any issues with this particular set up? You've been in here for a while."

Claire gestured to her chest. "Well, it's obviously quite revealing."

"I can see that," Meredith nodded.

"Do you have anything more appropriate for my age?"

"Why would you want that?"

"I'm 44," Claire replied. "This is a young woman's outfit."

"Who is the outfit for?"

Claire was slightly peeved. "A partner."

"Hmmm..." Meredith's eyes did a deep scan. "You're straight laced, prim and proper, clearly very intelligent. You're obviously career oriented. There's no wedding ring on your finger. You don't have the glow of someone in love, yet you want to buy sexy undergarments. But not too sexy, it seems."

"What's the problem with that?" Claire asked defensively.

"I'm trying to figure you out. I've been in this business for decades and I think I know why you have these conflicted feelings. You're using your body for something important."

Claire fumed. "Please leave so I can get dressed. It was a mistake coming here."

"You're seducing someone, aren't you?"

"Excuse me?"

Meredith took a step forward so they were face-to-face.

"I suspect that you're using your body," the owner said firmly. "Let me guess, you have an arrangement with someone, or a fling. Perhaps just for pleasure. Maybe because you want something in return. Either way, you're going to put on a show."

"How dare you speak to me like that," Claire said.

Meredith gave a carefree shrug. "Am I wrong?"

"That's none of your business."

Meredith put her hand on Claire's shoulder. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, my dear. You're a woman with needs. Just like all of my clients."

For a moment, Claire stood dumbfounded in the skimpy undergarments she was wearing, unable to find the words to say.

"I'll give you a great deal," Meredith added. "I think you're worth it. In fact, I'd like to give you some advice as well, if you're interested."

Meredith made sure the curtains were closed as she gave a series of brief demonstrations.

It was the inevitable moment which Claire had been waiting for. It needed to be done. And it needed to be done by her. It's the least she could do for Jeff's sacrifice. They'd be even with this. If she were honest with herself, feeling her pulse rise, the idea kind of excited her in a bizarre way.

She went to her son's room that night, not long after dinner.

"Can you come to my bedroom please?" she asked.

He looked confused. "Do you need anything?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. I went shopping today."

"Oh," he gasped. "You were serious about that? Mom, you don't have to."

"I want to make sure you're properly motivated. At your age, I know how bummed you must be to miss your chance with Rebecca, so this is my way of making things up to you. I insist."

Jeff hesitantly agreed and Claire suspected that he was secretly excited by this, though neither of them would discuss it in detail.

They went to her room down the hall and she asked him to sit on the bed.

"I'll be back in a second," she said. "I'll change in the bathroom and wear my bikini. You can tell me if it's age appropriate for a corporate retreat."

"Do you think that... nevermind..."

"Tell me. What were you going to say?"

"Can you wear the lingerie instead?" he asked shyly. "Assuming you actually bought them."

The look in Jeff's eyes was sincere and he was definitely a young man who knew what he enjoyed.

She thought for a moment. "I can do that."

While he waited patiently, Claire went to the bathroom, closed the door and undressed. She looked at her reflection in the mirror as she got naked, wondering if she was making a huge mistake by spoiling her son. She also thought about the advice which Meredith had given her regarding horny sons.

It was time to look the part. Claire wore the bra. Then the panties. She had shaved her pubic hairs a moment ago so everything would be smooth. She carefully inspected her appearance in the mirror, front and back.

After a deep breath, it was the moment of truth.

Claire opened the door and stepped into the bedroom. She felt vulnerable being so scantily clad in front of her son.

She watched as Jeff's eyes widened, and his mouth slightly opened, with no shame for lusting after his own mother. It was a feeling which made Claire's heart beat even faster.

The room was silent. She stood in the center of the room, in front of Jeff, and struck a few poses. Nothing professional or artful. Just whatever she could think of. Something tame. She guessed what her son would like and tried her best to accommodate him. That meant highlighting her legs and ass.

"I'm clearly not as young as Rebecca," she said. "But I'm here for you, right here, right now."

"You're better than Rebecca," he said softly.

"Am I?"

His eyes were glued to her body. "Yes, really."

The gazing was starting to make her feel uncomfortable and she decided to end this for the day.

"I think that's enough," she said, then noting the look of disappointment on her son's face. "Was there anything else?"

Jeff hesitated. "I don't want to cross the line or anything, but can I see your breasts?"

"Would you have seen Rebecca's breasts if you had gone to the fraternity party?"

"Possibly."

"Just a peek, okay?" she said reluctantly. "It's only to make up for missing the party."

He quickly nodded. "You're the best."

A strange tension lingered in the air. She bent forward and pulled the front of her bra down, exposing both of her large brown nipples, which were stiff. It was the first time Jeff had ever seen them as a young adult. And by the look on his face, it was a sight he'd always remember.

"See something you like?" she asked teasingly.

He gulped, "They're nice."

"Goodnight," she said, tucking her nipples away. "Thanks again for coming to the corporate event."

There was a smile on Jeff's face. "Nite mom."

As Jeff stood and went to his room, there was an undeniable bulge in his shorts. He was erect. He was stiff from his own mother and he did his best to hide it.

When he left, Claire sat on the bed and wondered if she was making a huge mistake by playing to her son's taboo desires.

As her heart raced and she became moist between the legs, she feared that the taboo desires would become hers too.

Early the next morning. Claire drove while Jeff slept in the passenger's seat. Neither of them had mentioned the previous night's lingerie show, but it felt like it was still in the air.

Jeff awoke when the sun hit his face. He turned in his seat and gave a few sleepy grunts.

"Are we almost there?" he said with a morning groan.

"Half an hour."

He stretched his legs the best he could. "Okay."

Through the corner of her eye, Claire noticed a bulge in her son's shorts while he adjusted his legs. She thought it was cute. She couldn't blame the guy for having a morning erection. It was typical for men, especially at that age.

She wondered if she should tease him or just let it go. Her naughty side was still worked up from yesterday's exhibitionist show.

She decided to ignore the erection, but when Jeff adjusted his legs once again, Claire couldn't help herself.

"I want to thank you again," she said. "I looked at the fraternity information online and the party you're skipping seems like a lot of fun."

"That's for sure."

"I looked at the sorority website too. Rebecca is gorgeous."

"Now you're just rubbing it in," he replied. "I probably missed my chance to ever date her."

"I appreciate your sacrifice. I really do. And I need you at your very best in front of the people we're meeting today. So maybe we can take care of both of those things at the same time?"

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"I can reward you and make you presentable."

"How?"

"By helping with your erection," she said bluntly while driving. "It's the perfect reward, isn't it? Won't it make up for missing your chance with Rebecca? Won't it help you be more presentable? I can't allow you to show up to the retreat with an erection in your shorts. It wouldn't be appropriate."

He gulped. "How would that work?"

"I don't know. I haven't thought about it. It's just an idea, assuming you want it."

"Are you going to touch it?" he asked nervously. "Or give me something to look at?"

"I think it would be best to provide visual stimulation. I saw how frustrated you were last night. Let me pull over."

"Now?" he gulped.

"Yes, now. There will be people in the parking lot, so we better handle this before we get there."

Claire pulled over on the side of the highway. The road was practically empty. She turned the car off and looked at her son.

"So you want me to take care of it, here?" he asked.

"Yes, I don't mind. I don't want to readjust my bra either. Would you be fine seeing my panties? They're a new pair and very thin. I'm sure you'll like them."

Jeff smiled, "That's perfect."

He awkwardly unbuckled his seatbelt. Then he pulled down his shorts and underwear down to his ankles, revealing his hard cock. As he sat back on his seat, his cock slightly waved back and forth from his recent body movement. It was stiff and pointed straight up in the air.

It was Claire's first time seeing his penis in many years. She couldn't get past how inappropriate it was. But it was part of the deal.

"Well?" he asked.

She nodded. "Right. A deal is a deal."

"You bet it is."

Claire unbuckled her seatbelt, then she undid her khaki shorts. She pulled her shorts down slightly, just enough to reveal her white panties. It was a thin cut and her thighs and crotch were visible.

"Do you think maybe... I can see a little more?" he asked, disappointed.

After a deep breath, Claire used her fingers to pull her panties to the side, revealing her brown labia. She kept her eyes forward and she leaned her head back against the headrest.

"Holy shit," he gasped, seeing his mom's pussy for the first time ever.

"Be quick, okay?"

"Yes, mom."

With her eyes still looking forward, she heard lewd stroking noises from the passenger seat. She could see Jeff furiously masturbating through the corner of her eye, so she turned her head away. It felt extremely embarrassing, yet powerfully erotic at the same time.

The stroking noises became louder and louder. It became even more furious.

"Can you spread it a little more?" he asked.

This time, Claire turned to look at her masturbating son, which was an image she would never forget. Jeff was filled with lust, stroking a raging hard cock.

After having a look, Claire turned her head away. She used two fingers to spread her labia apart to reveal her pink, wet hole. That's when she heard Jeff grunting and groaning. A few moments later, it ended. He had finally orgasmed.

She covered her labia with her panties. Then she reached in a compartment to hand Jeff some tissue paper to clean himself.

There was a big mess, which had surprised her. It was more cum than she was used to seeing (all thanks to the sight of her labia). She handed him the tissue and he immediately cleaned himself.

"Thanks mom," he blushed. "You're the best."

"Remember, I need you to make a good impression with everyone. Make me look like the most amazing mom ever."

"Trust me, you are," he smiled.

Claire opened her panties again and looked down. And there it was. A trickle of clear fluids leaking between her legs. She fixed her panties and pulled her shorts up, before starting the car to continue driving.

They continued on the road and she couldn't help but feel proud of herself in some strange way.

It was a gorgeous day by the lake. Claire worked her charm and mingled with the business leaders from Silicon Valley. It went flawlessly.

Even better, Jeff had been a perfect angel. He had combed his hair neatly, fixed his clothes, and shook hands with the executives. Everyone was impressed with Jeff's positive attitude and intelligent presentation. The other parents complimented Claire on raising such an extraordinary young gentleman, jokingly asking what her secret was.

'If they only knew,' she thought, thinking of how she'd used her body to motivate her son.

Of course, there was a deal in place.

That night, Jeff sat on the bed, in a private room they shared. Claire put on a different lingerie set and she modeled herself in front of him again. This set was racier. Her bra and panties were both sheer and see-through.

She thanked him for being on his best behavior. She thanked him for making her look like the best mother on the planet. This time, she was more confident and brazen with her modeling. She was loose and relaxed. It made for a better show. It terrified Claire that she was beginning to enjoy it so much. She had never felt so sexy in her entire life.

As awkward as she felt using her sexuality like this, she gave him a little dance and strip tease. There was no music, but she didn't need it. Everytime she moved her scantily clad body in a sexy way, it made her son so very aroused.

She even allowed Jeff to masturbate in front of her.

This time, Claire didn't look away. She watched the entire time. She saw every stroke. When she pulled her bikini top down and exposed her hard brown nipples, she watched Jeff cum. It was another big mess.

She smiled and ended the show. There was no denying it anymore, she enjoyed exposing herself to him. It made her feel special.

While most people were enjoying themselves in the water the next morning, Claire mingled with the other prominent figures over breakfast. They were all in their swimwear and she wore a bikini with a white tshirt over it.

The corporate group split up for a while to be with their families, and they planned to meet again in an hour on the boat so they could talk business.

Claire expressed the good news to her son when they walked on the sand together. She could hardly contain her excitement over the fact that she was entering the inner-circle of the company.

It was her first time going on a luxury boat and she showed up early, bringing her son along too so he could see it.

"Can we go inside?" Jeff asked mischievously.

"No way," she insisted. "I'm still the new girl here. Although, my boss mentioned that anyone could go inside for a look. It's a tight-knit group here and everyone trusts each other."

"Hmmm..."

Claire's eyebrow rose. "Why? What are you thinking?"

"Mom, I need to cum again. An erection might spring up at any moment. Sorry, but your legs look good."

Her jaw nearly dropped. "Oh... well then... I think we should take care of that. The lodging area is too far away."

"You're right. It's coming on strong."

Jeff led the way and boarded the boat, and Claire followed. Inside was a place of luxury. She was immediately mesmerized by the pictures on the wall. She saw pictures of her boss with famous tech leaders, business people, celebrities, and even politicians.

She heard Jeff making faint noises in the background, ruffling sounds, but she ignored it for a while.

"Let's get started, mom."

When Claire turned to look at her son, her eyes widened. Jeff was completely naked, from head to toe. His cock was semi-erect, ready for pleasure.

"Oh my god, Jeff, what the hell are you doing!?"

He looked slightly dumbfounded. "Oh... I thought you understood what I meant by this."

"Apparently not. I assumed you were going to masturbate while I showed you my breasts again."

"Oops," he blushed. "I'll put my clothes on."

For reasons she would never understand, a quick shot of adrenaline flowed through her veins and she felt a tingle between her legs. She feared that she was beginning to enjoy this too much, but she couldn't risk getting caught either. So the only option at that point was to handle things as quickly as possible.

"Leave your clothes off," she said.

"Really?"

"You're already prepared. Who knows, you might cum faster this way?"

He nodded. "Most likely."

Claire shut the curtains on all the side windows. If she was going to do this on her boss's boat, then she was going to do things safely, and worry-free. There was still plenty of sunlight coming from the clear roof.

"Nice thinking," he smiled.

"Please be fast," she said after the last curtain was closed.

She pulled off her tshirt. Then her shorts. She stood in her skimpy bikini, a sight that Jeff had already become well-accustomed to.

After a deep breath, she removed her bikini top and placed it on the table. Then she removed her bottom, also placing it on the table.

Claire stood naked with her arms by her side. She looked at her son, who was speechless for a while (a truly rare moment in their relationship since Jeff was never speechless). Of all the naughty games they had played recently, this was the most brazen thing they've done. This was the first time Claire had fully exposed herself to her son, standing there fully naked.

"What do you think?" she asked eventually.

"You're an angel."

"It's only fair," she winked. "You've really left an impression with my boss and everyone else. I'm very grateful."

"In that case, do you think you could... you know... do something for me?"

"Besides being naked? Name it."

He gulped loudly. "Could you do something besides putting on a show? Can you touch me?"

"Fine," she playfully sighed. "A quick blowjob, okay?"

He smiled, "Thanks mom."

It made her feel unbelievably dirty being called 'mom' while they were both naked and she was about to provide oral relief to her own son.

She got down on her knees, in front of where her son was standing. When she held the cock in her hand, it instantly twitched. She knew he loved it. And deep down, she loved it too.

With no time to spare, she bent down and took the cock in her mouth and it hardened in an instant. She sucked powerfully and bobbed her head. The sooner it was over, the better, even though she was becoming unbelievably wet between her legs. Her lips were wrapped tightly around the shaft. And her lips formed a perfect O-shape. Even though she hadn't dated in a while, oral sex was a skill which she could never lose. It was her specialty.

Her delicate fingers caressed the erection while she sucked. She touched him in a soft and soothing manner.

She used every trick in the book. Hand motion. Lips. Tongue. Kisses. And plenty of suction.

It appeared to have been working as Jeff groaned heavily.

"Wait. Wait," he said.

She plopped his dick out of her mouth. "Am I sucking too hard?"

"I don't want to cum like this."

She stroked him. "Jeffrey, my boss and some very important people will be here soon. I'm already taking a massive risk by doing this. If we get caught, my career is over."

"I understand, but it's our first time doing stuff," he said with a shaky voice. "I want it to be memorable. I'm really embarrassed to admit this, but..."

"You can tell me anything."

"I'm a virgin. I've never had sex before. And I really want to... with you..."

For some inexplicable reason, Claire's pussy clenched and she became aroused in a way that she had never felt before. Now it all made sense. No wonder he seemed so desperate to attend that party with Rebecca-- he was hoping to get laid for the first time. It also explained why he was so mesmerized by the sight of his own mother. It was because he was still new to the world of nudity and erotic affairs.

But the crazy thing was, Claire had the opportunity to take his virginity. It was the most unusual sensation of her life. Her pussy craved for it. Her pussy begged for it. Her pussy had to have it.

"That can be done," she said calmly, hiding her true emotions.

His eyes widened. "Really?"

"Yes, really. I'll lay down on the floor and teach you."

"I'd prefer fucking you from behind. That's my favorite position to watch in porn. Is that okay?"

'So much for romance,' she thought.

She nodded her agreement. "Anything you want."

Claire rose from her knees and looked for a comfortable place to bend over. She decided on the table, next to the window. She put her hands on the table and bent forward, allowing her butt to stick out. Then she wiggled her butt to entice her son even further. Being a tease was fun, as she had come to realize.

"Do you need any advice?" she asked. "Or would you like to explore this on your own?"

"I've seen enough porn to know what to do."

"I know this is a special moment, but please be fast."

Instead of responding, Jeff guided his cock to his mother's bent over pussy and gave a short thrust. Once he was in, he grabbed his mother by the hips and shoved his cock all the way inside, making Claire gasp from the sudden entry.

"Not that fast," she complained. "Be gentle. Vaginas can be fragile."

"Sorry mom."

"It's okay, dear. It's all part of learning."

The wetness in Claire's pussy made the experience easy. Her cunt provided natural lubrication. And Jeff began to thrust. Slowly at first. Then picking up speed, going faster and faster.

Claire realized that her son didn't need any coaching. Even for a virgin, he fucked pretty good, which was a testament to how much porn he watched regularly.

The room filled with lewd noises. Slapping sounds from Jeff's crotch smacking her bare backside. Sounds of Claire moaning and crying in pleasure. It had been far too long since Claire had sex and she never could have imagined that it was her son who broke the dry spell.

She reached over and slightly opened the curtain to peek outside, making sure that no one was approaching. Everything looks normal. People were playing in the water and having a great time together.

"Anyone coming?" Jeff grunted.

She struggled for words while her pussy was being ravished. "No one. Yet..."

When she closed the curtain, she put her hands back on the table and enjoyed being on the receiving end of a hard, lustful fucking. Claire's face made a variety of strange shapes. Her eyes closed, opened again, then clenched tightly. Her lips quivered and made an array of different shapes, which caused her nose to crinkle.

Her hands gripped the table tightly. Her entire body rocked back and forth. Her son was a stud. It was the best sex she had in recent memory.

"Oh gosh, fuck me... fuck me..." she groaned.

The words coming out of her mouth had surprised her. It had been years since she cursed like that, but she didn't care. The sex felt amazing. Far too intense. Incest had officially become her new favorite pleasure.

Beads of sweat formed on their faces. The lewd sex between them was the pinnacle of perversion. She knew it wouldn't be the end. With her pussy burning and intense pleasure ripping through her body, she wouldn't mind this continuing.

She cried out loud. As her pussy was being pounded mercilessly, she begged for more.

Her back arched to the point where she nearly stood upright. She cried. Then she came. It was an intense firecracker of an orgasm. The kind that tensed her whole body and left her with a feeling of complete relaxation afterwards.

She bent down again and rested her face on the table, while Jeff continued fucking away.

It wasn't long before Jeff grunted and moaned. He shot several loads of hot cum inside of her pussy, until every last drop was deposited inside her.

Out of energy, and out of breath, he leaned on top of his naked mother, kissing her neck.

"Holy shit... that was... that was... I don't know what to call it."

"It's called great sex," she said, reaching back to pat his leg. "And you're pretty good at it."

"Thanks mom."

Being called 'mom' made her feel icky again. But she didn't complain. Not after the orgasm she had just experienced, courtesy of her son's cock. It was something she'd have to get used to.

As they recovered and got dressed, footsteps were heard on the boat. More than one pair of footsteps. The sound of men talking was in the background. The executives were coming.

"Oh my god," Claire whispered, eyes wide and still completely naked.

"Is that them?"

"Oh my god. Hurry. Hurry. Hurry."

Claire finished getting dressed with a lightning quick speed. So did Jeff.

Once they were ready, Claire opened the door to see her boss and other executives casually talking on the boat.

"Claire? What are you doing here?" the boss asked.

"We were just looking around. My son had never seen the inside of a luxury boat before and I wanted to show him. I apologize. I should have waited."

The boss brushed it off. "Ah, no worries. We're all friends here. Anytime you want to come aboard my boat, be my guest."

"Thank you, sir."

"You look like you've slept well, by the way. You have an exquisite glow to your face."

She smiled, "This retreat has done wonders for me."

"Good. Anyway, let's take this boat for a ride. Your son can come too, if he wants."

They all agreed. As the boat left the dock, they all shared laughs and enjoyed each other's company. Claire felt her son's cum dripping from her pussy while she talked with these influential men. She wondered how long her bikini bottom could restrain it. She crossed her legs. She wondered if the cum would eventually drip onto the seat, and if anyone would notice it later. Would it drip down her legs when she had to stand up afterwards?

But at that point, she had bigger issues in mind. Her son's unusually high sex drive was a burden, but also a gift. A lovely gift. Fit for any mother willing to accept it. And that mother was Claire.

The End