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

136. Different Sex Story (507-513)

Different Sex Story Chapter 513 - Mother Tongue, Son's Helper

507 Mom's Anal Servitude

From the moment Patricia awoke, she knew it was a bad day.

The scandal had been brewing for a while. At first it was just silly rumors. Something she could easily dismiss if she needed to. But that may no longer be the case anymore.

It was all strategic. Her political enemies wanted to ruin her chance of becoming the first female President of the United States. That was her life's goal. Everything from law school, various political offices, and becoming a US Senator, was all geared towards eventually becoming President.

The media and political establishment had expected Patricia to announce her candidacy already. People were mystified as to why she hadn't run yet, especially since everything was ready to go. The support was overwhelming. In her heart, she was ready to run, but there was a dark cloud hanging over her head.

After she washed herself, she went to the backyard of her spacious property and spoke to political advisers on her phone. It was a candid and frank conversation about her future.

Then she went back inside her home and made breakfast.

Sam came down the stairs for breakfast at the same time. He was a handsome young college student, and he was everything Patricia had hoped for in a son.

They made their usual small talk and banter. Their conversations were usually never serious. That's what Patricia enjoyed most about her mornings. She felt young again when she was around Sam, instead of spending so much time around boring bureaucrats and political advisers.

After they got settled with their food, she finally dropped the big news.

"I'm going to spend this weekend in a private retreat," she said.

"Where?"

"Our winter home in Tahoe. I've asked my staff to be there so we can discuss things."

He smiled, "So you're finally going to run."

"Maybe not."

Sam's good mood suddenly changed directions.

"Why?"

"It's a long story," she replied. "But you might hear some things about me in the media. It's not guaranteed to happen, but there's a strong possibility."

"God, are you going to be in any trouble?"

This time, it was Patricia's turn to smile. It was a faint smile. She was glad that at least someone genuinely cared about her well-being.

"I won't be in any trouble," she reassured him. "But it could put a damper on my political future. And maybe I won't run for President after all."

Sam was awestruck by the news. His face looked like he was hit by a cold tidal wave. Then he regained his composure.

"I don't know what to say."

"There's nothing to say," she replied. "I'll be meeting with my political advisers and we'll assess my future."

"Why is this happening?"

Patricia suddenly became tense. "We shouldn't talk about that right now."

"Why?"

"It's just not appropriate."

"But I'll find out eventually, won't I?" Sam insisted.

"You're right. But I don't want to talk about this now. I hope you understand. It's something personal."

He gave a sympathetic nod. "I'm sorry this is happening. Whatever's going on, I still think you could win the election. You're the best candidate in the field."

"Thanks."

"Really. I mean it."

Patricia gave a hard thought. "Why don't you come with me this weekend? We'll go to the winter home and prepare for when my staff arrives."

"Are you sure you want me there?"

She nodded. "You might hear about this eventually. So you might as well hear it from me directly. Plus I want your advice. You're the most honest person that I can rely on."

It was an easy answer for Sam.

"Okay. Whatever I can do to help."

Patricia got up and gave Sam a kiss on the forehead.

"Thank you."

The next few days was emotionally difficult for both of them.

Sam was shocked by his mother's revelation. He didn't want to ask what it was about anymore. He knew his mother was deeply embarrassed by whatever it was.

Patricia was devastated that her political career might come to an end. It was a very real possibility. And she was even more embarrassed that she would have to explain everything to her family, friends, supporters, and the national media. It would surely have worldwide media coverage. And that thought terrified her to the core.

Or maybe, if she was willing to endure the controversy, she would fight for her political career. It was still undecided.

All the while, the media continued to speculate why Patricia hadn't announced her candidacy yet. Time was of the essence. The November filing deadline was fast approaching, and she quickly needed to assemble a political organization if she wanted to mount a strong campaign for the presidency.

The media had already gotten the news that Patricia had arranged a private meeting with her top political staff. They had all speculated that Patricia would announce her candidacy soon after.

If they only knew...

Days later. The trip to Lake Tahoe wasn't very far away. They arrived there a day before the political advisers were expected to arrive.

Snow was falling and the scenery was beautiful. Owning that vacation home was a culmination of all of Patricia's hard work. Hard work which may soon be undone by things in her past.

She made a fire in the fireplace. They sat in the living room of the luxury home. After getting comfortable, Patricia mustered her courage. The talk would happen eventually, and it might as well happen at that moment.

"What I'm about to tell you is deeply embarrassing for me," Patricia stated firmly, trying to be as brave as possible. "And I don't want you to think any less of me. I'm still your mother."

A serious look came over Sam.

"Of course. You can tell me anything."

She took a deep breath. "My private emails had been hacked. We suspect that it was done by political rivals. And I'm being told not to enter the race, or else my personal information may be leaked."

"God..."

"It's being investigated. But realistically, the people behind this won't be caught any time soon. And I have to decide whether to run or not. The filing deadline is mid-November, which is only days away."

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know. That's why I'm meeting with my advisers. And I wanted to come out here to clear my head. I need the seclusion."

Sam leaned back on the couch with a devastated look on his face.

"God, I don't know what to say," he sighed, then paused. "Whatever information these hackers have, people will still vote for you. You're the best candidate in the field. Don't be intimidated by these scumbag rivals of yours. You can beat them. You always do."

Patricia forced a smile. "That's very sweet."

"I mean it. I'm absolutely sure you can still win."

"But don't you want to know why these hackers are blackmailing me?"

"Only if you want to talk about it," he cautiously replied.

"There's a strong possibility that you're going to find out anyway. So you might as well hear this from me."

"Okay," he cautiously nodded.

Patricia took another deep breath. "When I was in college, I was a virgin. Times were different back then. As you know, I come from a very religious background. And I was raised with purity."

It wasn't the conversation Sam expected. He expected details of government corruption, maybe bribes, or anything you'd expect from politicians. But sex? That was the last thing he expected from his proper mother.

She continued, "I was on the swim team. Swimming was my outlet. It was my relief from stress and it made me feel amazing. Your father was also on the swim team. That's how we met."

It was an interesting turn of events and Sam was captivated by every word. It was the first time he had learned about how his parents met.

She continued, "Your father and I were both very religious, that means, you know...We had our desires, but we couldn't fully act upon them because of our faith. So we found other ways..."

An uncomfortable vibe was in the air. They both felt it. There was a subtle tension, but nevertheless, Patricia felt the need to explain herself.

She continued, "Your father loved that I had a 'swimmer's body.' He loved my toned legs especially. I don't mean to be graphic, but there's a reason I'm telling you this. During that time in college, we fell in love. We explored. We tried new things and pushed new boundaries. I kept a journal of everything. That's what I always did. And your father took polaroid pictures of me."

Things were starting to make sense to Sam. He knew where this was headed. There was only one way things were going.

She continued, "Those are memories that I will always cherish. Always. And I wanted to preserve those memories. So I scanned many of those diary entries and pictures and kept them online. Everything was in a private email account."

There was a sense of romance in Patricia's voice. She reminisced about her past love, but there was also a sense of regret over what had recently happened to her emails.

"So that's what they hacked?" Sam asked, knowing the answer. "They have your diaries and pictures?"

"Yes."

"How graphic is it? I mean, you don't have to answer that."

"The content is fairly explicit," she admitted.

Sam gave a hard sigh. "I don't know what to say."

"Can you hold me? I could really use a hug right now."

He moved over to Patricia's side of the couch and they held each other. Patricia leaned her head on Sam's chest and they shared a moment of silence.

Deep down, Patricia felt the burden being lifted. She had an inevitable feeling that her secrets would soon be revealed, and she was glad that someone understood her.

As she finished unpacking her clothes that early afternoon, Patricia thought about her carefully crafted public image. She was known as a prim proper woman who also had a fun side. She was known for being outgoing and smart. Intelligent yet sassy. She had a personality imagine which had voters clamoring for her to be the next president.

Patricia sat down on her bed and thought about her political future. It was the same question she had been asking herself for the past week. Would she be able to continue her political career if her secrets came out?

So far, she wasn't able to find the answer.

Part 2 of 3: Anal Fantasies First Times

By mid-afternoon, they had already gotten settled in to the vacation home. There wasn't much to do indoors. Normally, they would have gone outside and played with the snow. Sam loved going snowboarding. But the mood was too somber for that.

Patricia saw him in the living room watching tv, and she felt a slight sense of regret for bringing Sam along, knowing he would be stuck inside the home for the weekend.

"You must be bored," she said as she approached him.

"Not really. It's the perfect time to catch up on the latest season of Homeland."

"Any good so far?" she asked.

"So far it's great. I'll have to binge watch this."

"Mind if I join you?"

"Go ahead."

Patricia sat next to him on the couch. They were both dressed casual and the mood was much more relaxed.

"You seem more upbeat," he noted.

"I've done some soul searching I guess. Honestly, I feel a lot better after we talked earlier."

"Well, I'm glad. I really wish I could help you, but I don't know how."

"You're doing great," she smiled. "Sometimes being a good listening is enough to help a woman in need. And that's always appreciated."

"I'll have to remember that," he joked.

For the first time in days, Patricia felt herself becoming truly at ease. She was letting her guard down as they watched tv for a few minutes. It was something she deeply appreciated, and it took her mind away from things.

On that particular episode of Homeland, there was a brief scene which featured naked women who performed on webcams. It was brief, but it was enough to grab Patricia's attention, as Sam focused on the tv.

"You know, I think that's the first time we've ever watched a nude scene together," she noted.

"It wasn't that awkward, was it?" he said playfully.

"Not really. Sometimes I forget that you're already an adult."

"You can trust me with anything."

There was an innuendo in Sam's tone, which referenced Patricia's brewing scandal. She noticed the subtle gesture.

She continued looking at him while his eyes returned to the tv. And she couldn't stop thinking about their previous conversation.

"I'm glad we talked earlier," she said, abruptly changing the topic. "Getting that off my chest really helped."

"Anytime."

Patricia grabbed the remote control and turned the tv off. They looked each other in the eyes and Sam wondered what would happen next.

"Come on," she said. "You're my best political adviser, and right now, I really need your help. Let's go to the dining room. I'll make us some hot chocolate while we talk."

They got up and went to the dining room. Sam took a seat while Patricia made some hot chocolate on the stove. It brought back fond memories of raising her son. Now, things were different. He was a young adult.

After a few minutes, she went to the dining area with two cups of hot chocolate. They drank it and made small talk. Then suddenly, there was a seriousness which showed on Patricia's face.

"So here's the situation," Patricia said in a business-like manner. "In my heart, I want to run for president. I know I can win. I know I'll do a better job than anyone else. I feel so strongly about this."

"Do you still think you have enough time to make your decision?"

"The filing deadline is mid-November. So there's not much time. But I have the donors and staff to make a strong bid. My advisers are confident that we can still do it."

"Then do it," he said. "I agree with everything you've said. Everyone in the party wants you to run. So run."

Patricia took a short breath. "I haven't been completely upfront about everything. About the impending scandal I mean."

There was a sudden uncomfortable vibe in the room.

"You don't have to tell me."

"You might hear about this anyway. If my opponents have their way, everyone is going to find out. Maybe I could use your advice."

"Okay," he slowly nodded. "Tell me. I'll try to help if I can."

A deep breath. "Those diaries pictures which were hacked from my emails were about a particular fetish. The reason your father was initially attracted to me was because he liked my body. He liked my swimmer's body. More specifically, he liked my legs and my backside."

In that moment, Sam resisted the urge to gasp. Things were getting tense as the conversation turned sexual.

She continued, "Even though I was a virgin back then, I still had some level of experience. You know, touching, kissing, fingers. That sort of thing. Your father also had the same experiences."

Patricia noticed how her son clung to every word. She knew he was captivated and she wondered if this was a good idea. But she felt she had to do it.

She continued, "After we dated a while, we became close. Very close. I knew it was love. So did he. We did things together. The usual things. Mostly kissing, but it evolved to more touching, then oral sex. Is hearing this making you uncomfortable?"

"Not at all," he gulped. "That's what normal couples do, right?"

"Right. I'm glad you're being mature about this."

"Of course."

There was an understanding between them, which gave Patricia the confidence she needed to continue with her personal revelations.

"Anyway," she continued. "Things progressed between us. Your father adored my backside. He absolutely loved the way it looked and felt. He worshiped it. It made me feel special. This is where it gets a bit more graphic, okay?"

Sam nodded. "Okay."

"Like most religious couples our age, we viewed anal foreplay as a loophole around sex. In other words, we didn't consider anal sex to be a violation of our religious beliefs. It was something intimate we shared throughout our college days. I wrote about it extensively in my diaries, since the feelings were so new. And your father took pictures of it."

It was finally revealed. The most personal details of her life were revealed, and to her son of all people. It wasn't as difficult as she expected. Especially since Sam was such a good listener. She waited for his reaction. She tried reading his face, but she couldn't tell what he was thinking.

"Well?" she asked.

"That's nothing to be ashamed of," he finally replied, composing himself to give a thoughtful answer. "Sounds like an average couple. Everyone explores like that at some point. I mean, people only exist on this planet because of sex. It's totally normal."

"True. But I'm sure you can understand how utterly humiliating it would be for a US President to have this information leaked. Especially for a female leader. It's so much worse for women. It's going to make international headlines."

He nodded. "Is this definitely going to come out?"

"No. It looks like the work of political operatives. From what I'm hearing, it could be a bluff to keep me from running. So it might not happen."

There was a sense of fear in her voice, but she tried to be brave about it.

"Mom, don't let those people threaten you. If you back down, then they win. It's that simple."

"And my personal life? My reputation? Do you think that will ever recover? Imagine if I win the candidacy for the party, or if I actually win the election, and those pictures get released. What then?"

He was stumped. "I really don't know. I wish I could be more helpful, but I don't know. Maybe if I saw the pictures then I could give you a better answer."

It was meant to be a helpful response, but things suddenly became more uncomfortable. He immediately wished he could take back the comment, but it was too late. Patricia looked at him with an almost stern motherly expression.

"Do you really think it would help to see them?" Patricia asked with an eyebrow raised.

He gulped. "I don't know. It was just a suggestion. I'm sure there are other ways to..."

"Maybe it would help," she said, cutting him off mid-sentence. "Let me go upstairs and turn on the computer. I still have some of the images. I'll call you when I'm ready. Okay?"

He slowly nodded. "Okay."

Patricia took the final drink of her hot chocolate, then she took her cup to the kitchen, before heading up the stairs.

Her mind raced and she leaned back on the chair. As the computer was loading, she realized how crazy the idea was. But she was desperate for the honest opinion of someone she could trust.

In Patricia's view, it was likely that Sam would eventually see the pictures anyway, so why not under her terms?

Her maternal side felt that it was the best approach, even though it was going to be very awkward. The thing that comforted her the most was how mature Sam was. He was respectful and a good listening, and that was more than Patricia could have hoped for.

She logged in to an old email account (one that hadn't been hacked) and she simply looked at the screen, hoping she was making the right decision.

When she made up her mind, she called Sam to come to her room. Then she put an extra chair next to the computer.

They both sat down next to each other.

"This is an old AOL account that I have," Patricia said. "I strongly considered deleting everything after my other account was hacked. But I didn't want to lose these memories."

"That's perfectly understandable."

"Now, I want you to read some of my old diary entries. Then I want you to look at the old photos. These are the things which might get released if I decide to run. And I want your honest opinion on how damaging it might be. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Are you ready to have a look?" she asked for the final time.

"Sure. I'm ready."

Patricia clicked open the email and loaded a few files. Scanned images appeared on the screen. They were from old polaroids decades ago.

The images showed a young Patricia posing for the camera. She was in a swimsuit. In the pictures, she showcased her athletic legs and toned backside. They were playful images taken around a dorm room. They were typical images that loving couples would take of each other.

With every click, Patricia showed her son the different pictures. Then finally, they reached the bottomless pictures.

She showed the pictures which she dreaded. They were pictures of her bottomless in her dorm, sometimes smiling to the camera while she posed. In some of the images, she stood and modeled her bare butt, which was round toned. In other images, she laid on the bed with her bare butt to the camera, while she looked at the camera to smile. In the last image, she stood while her entire backside was completely naked, and she flexed the muscles in her back and ass (to showcase her swimmer's physique).

Patricia wondered if Sam enjoyed seeing the pictures. It wasn't hard to determine that he did.

"What do you think?" she asked apprehensively. "These are the pictures that were hacked. Do you think this will destroy my political career?"

They looked each other in the eyes while they sat closely.

"I honestly think people will still support you, even if these pictures came out. It's even possible that you might get more support from women, since these attacks are sexist. And you might get more support from men who'd want to see you more often."

She smiled and playfully punched her son the shoulder.

"Is that right? More men are going to vote for me because they like my bottom?"

"Makes perfect sense," he joked.

Patricia took another deep breath, and it was time to get serious again.

"Those pictures aren't the worst part," she said. "It's my diary entries. They're far more personal intimate than the photographs of my butt. Some of my advisers have told me to completely deny that the diaries are mine. They want me to say that they're fake. But that's going to be hard to prove."

"Do you want me to look at them?" he asked, unsure of where this was headed.

"Only if you don't mind. But I'd like to have your opinion on this."

"Sure," he said, hiding his emotions.

Patricia searched through her old emails again. Once she found it, she downloaded the file which had several of her old diary entries. They were all handwritten and the images were scanned to the computer.

"There's a few entries here," she explained. "Read them at your own pace. These are the diary entries which the hackers are threatening to release."

He nodded.

The room was completely silent as Sam read each diary entry. He read it word for word at a brisk pace.

Each diary entry was only a few paragraphs long. They detailed everything Patricia had experienced sexually. The first diary entry detailed the night that Patricia first engaged in oral sex in the dorm room.

The second diary entry was written months later. It detailed the foreplay they engaged it. It detailed how Patricia felt when her bottom was being touched and admired. It revealed all of her dirty feelings towards the anal foreplay.

Things became more graphic towards the end. The diary entries provided specific details of anal stimulation. As a couple, they would lubricate small sex toys and insert them inside Patricia's little tight hole. The lust and excitement was made clear in the writings. She enjoyed it. She loved it. As a couple, it was their sexual release.

The final diary entry detailed the first time Patricia engaged in anal sex. She was nervous and scared. But so aroused. It was a simple process. Lubricate. Arouse. Gently insert. Slow thrust.

There was a conflict of emotion in Patricia's writing. She was in love. She felt so aroused during the anal play. Yet, she was terrified that she was violating her religious beliefs.

In the writings, Patricia justified everything by concluding that anal sex was a technicality. Right or wrong, that was her justification. In her opinion, she was 'technically' still a virgin while she was being anally penetrated.

And she loved it. In the writings, she pledged to be 'anally obedient' to the man she adored. She would do anything for him. And what he wanted was clear. He wanted complete control of her bottom. Patricia was more than willing to oblige.

When Sam was done reading, he leaned back on the chair and took a deep breath. There was a confused look on his face.

"You seem shocked," she casually noted.

"Kind of."

"Why? Surprised to learn that your mother is anally submissive?"

It was a joke question, which was meant to lighten the mood, but it only made Sam squirm in his seat.

"I wasn't expecting that," he said.

"No one is. If this gets out, then my political..."

"Mom, don't let those people bully you. Think about your whole political career. You claimed to be a champion of the people and a fighter for women. So you should act like it. You're also a human being with needs like everyone else. If anyone has a problem with this, then they can fuck off. Seriously."

Patricia smiled and a tear formed in her eye.

"You remind me of your father," she noted. "You have all his attributes."

"So are you going to decide?" he asked, keeping things on subject.

She hesitated, "I'll speak with my political advisers tomorrow, then I'll decide."

"What do your instincts tell you?"

"To do whatever you say," she replied. "Maybe that's because you're a lot like your father. And these pictures diaries have brought back a lot of memories for me."

"Good memories?"

"Great ones."

There was an undeniable tension which surprised both of them. Neither of them could tell if the topic had just ended, or if it was only the beginning.

Part 3 of 3: The Servient Mother

That night. After diner, Patricia had spent an hour talking on the phone with advisers. The big meeting was tomorrow. All options were on the table.

The stakes were high and the pressure was mounting. Was she closer to a decision? Maybe. Did the talk with her son help? It might have.

So many questions and not enough time. The November deadline loomed and her seemingly perfect life felt like a trainwreck.

As she paced her bedroom, she thought about the diaries pictures she showed Sam earlier. It gave her fond memories. Back then, whenever she had anxiety, Sam's father knew what to do. The anal servitude was her release. When she had upcoming exams or swimming competitions, the obedience took her mind away from the pressure. The obedience was her release.

With all the stress she had been feeling the past few days, her sex drive had been totally devastated, and it had been a while since she had masturbated.

She needed to orgasm. She looked around her bedroom. She needed something to masturbate with. At that moment, her fingers weren't good enough. She needed something to go deep inside.

Finally, she decided to use the bottom of a hair brush, which had a smooth handle with a rounded surface. It was perfect for insertion.

She picked up the brush, which was sitting on her dresser counter. She held it and looked at it. She wondered which hole to put it in.

Footsteps approached and Patricia snapped out of her trance. She turned around to look at Sam, who was standing by the door of her bedroom.

"I found something," he said, holding a small box. "I thought you'd like to see it."

"What is it?"

Sam entered the bedroom and Patricia put the brush down. Her masturbation would have to wait.

"They're old family pictures," he said, putting the small box on the bed. "They were in the cabinet of my room. I put it there last winter and I forgot about it. Maybe you'd want to see it, you know, with everything that's been on your mind lately."

"That's very sweet of you."

"Well, I'm trying my best to be helpful. I know you've got a lot on your mind."

She smiled, "You're right. I was actually just thinking about your father."

"Anything interesting?"

She raised an eyebrow. "Kind of. I was thinking about the things we used to do. As in, the pictures diaries I showed you earlier. Does that answer your question?"

He squirmed a little. "Yeah, that does."

Things took an awkward turn. Patricia intentionally teased Sam to see how uncomfortable he would get.

"Do you want to sit?" she offered. "Maybe we can look through this together."

"Sure."

They sat down on the bed. Patricia opened the small box and they looked through the stack of old photographs. She explained the history of each picture. Many of them were taken before Sam was even born.

Finally, the last image they looked at was a photograph of Patricia striking a playful pose, fully dressed in a ball gown, with her clothed backside towards the camera. Her head was turned and she was smiling at the camera.

Sam had seen the pictures before, but with everything he currently knew, the photograph had a completely different context.

"This was taken shortly after I won a big election," she explained fondly. "We were headed to a party after I was elected mayor."

"You look so happy there."

She nodded. "I was. I was elated that I won. And I was still buzzing over what your father had just done to me."

They looked each other in the eyes. Sam knew he shouldn't ask, but he couldn't help himself.

"What did he do?"

Patricia gave a faint smile. "He put a butt plug inside of me. I wore it to the formal party. And I mean, it was a formal party. The governor was there along with a few state senators. It was a big deal. And there I was, the new mayor of a great city, with a sex object inside my rectum."

There was a fondness in her voice as she reminisced. Sam didn't seem as uncomfortable as before. He was getting used to it. And in a strange way, Patricia was getting used to being so candid in front of her son.

"Did you dance that night?" he asked half-jokingly.

"We did. Although I would hardly call it dancing. It was difficult to move gracefully with 4 inches inside my butt."

Both of his eyebrows raised. "4 inches?"

"Thick too," she smiled.

"Well this got weird," he joked.

"Life is weird."

"True. And on that note, we better get to bed."

She put her hand on Sam's wrist. "I'm going to run for the presidency. When my staff gets here tomorrow, I'll tell them my decision. It's final."

"Really?"

"Yes."

He took a moment to compose himself. "What made you decide to do it?"

"I've always relied on my instincts. This is what my instincts are telling me to do. Plus you helped with my decision earlier."

"Glad to be of service. I think you're making the right choice."

Patricia looked down at the photo in her hand. She held it tight. The image of her in the ball gown brought back so many memories. Fond memories.

"When I run, we won't see each other that much anymore."

"I know."

"So, I think we should make the most of our time together."

"I agree."

"Do you want to see what your father did before this pictures was taken?" she asked. "I can show you why he made me smile in this picture. It's actually pretty funny, in a dirty kind of way."

He gulped. "Really?"

"I think you're old enough. You've already shown that you're a mature and smart young man. Are you up for it?"

He nodded. "I am."

Patricia knew it was absolutely crazy. But for some reason, at that moment, she just didn't care. For the last few days, her life was a wreck. All of the stress she had felt needed release. She needed something to enjoy. And she needed a special person to enjoy it with.

Now, she had a new outlook on life. She was done with the bullshit. And she was done with the drama.

At that moment, she just wanted to let go and enjoy herself.

She stood up and faced the wall. She wondered what her son must have been thinking.

Then she pulled her sweatpants down, along with her panties, while she still faced the wall. Her bare bottom was pointed towards her son. She wondered what Sam thought of it.

If he was anything like his father (and he was) then he must have enjoyed the sight. After all, she still swam occasionally and also liked to go running. Her bottom and legs were nicely toned. They had a nice round shape which most women would kill for.

"This is what my lower-half looks like at my current age," she said. "Not bad, right?"

His eyes were glued to his mother's butt. "Better than the photographs."

"Command me," she said. "Just like your father did. Tell me what you want me to do."

There was a hesitation. Then a firm response.

"On the bed. Show me what you did before that photograph was taken."

She smiled, "Very well."

Patricia stepped out of her bottom, kicking her pants panties aside. Then she went to the dresser table, bottomless, and picked up the hair brush along with a bottle of lotion. She was almost afraid to turn around and face Sam, but she managed to do it.

When she turned around, it gave Sam a view of her neatly trimmed pubic hairs, and his eyes were glued.

"See anything you like?" she teased.

"I do."

"Then I guess we both feel the same way. Let's proceed."

Patricia got on the center of the bed. She was on her knees.

"Have you ever anally penetrated a woman before?" she asked.

"Actually, I have."

She raised an eyebrow, "Then you would know what to do."

"It's easy if you do it slow and with plenty of lube. But I don't know what you're doing with that hair brush though."

She held the brush upside down. "Since we don't have a sex toy here, I'd like to use the handle. It has a smooth surface. Perfect for insertion."

"Are you sure that won't hurt?" he questioned.

"Yes, I'm sure. Believe me, women know what hurts, and what doesn't."

He nodded. "Okay."

"Are you ready to begin?" she asked. "If you are, command me. I like receiving orders."

There was less hesitation this time.

"Face down. Bottom up. Trust me, you're in good hands."

Patricia admired the confidence in his voice, then she complied. She put her face on the center of the bed, and she pointed her butt in the air. Her legs were slightly spread, and Patricia suddenly became conscious of the fact that her anus was totally visible to her son.

"I enjoy the foreplay," she said, with her face still down.

"So do I."

Patricia noted the confidence in Sam's voice once again. He absolutely knew what he was doing. Just like his father. And Patricia wanted to trust Sam with her body and her most intimate areas, just like she did with his father.

"Do whatever you want," she said. "Don't think of me as your mother. Think of me as a love interest. Have your way with my bottom."

"Yes mom."

It was awkward being called 'mom' with her anus fully exposed. Especially when she told him not to think of her that way. But, she figured, he was probably doing it on purpose, just to push her sexual buttons.

Her mood suddenly changed when she felt kisses on her butt. Sam was actually kissing her bare bottom. And it felt strange, in a nice way. They were soft romantic kisses. Not the instant gratification kind. Sam was definitely taking his time and doing things right.

The kisses were replaced with long licks around the ring of her anus. It was so unexpected that her body reacted with a slight jolt. But she held still. Then the long licks moved across her anus, which tickled and felt nice. At that very moment, Patricia knew that Sam was just like his father.

When the kisses and licking stopped, she felt Sam spread her anus open with his fingers. It was held open for a moment, and nothing was happening while he looked at the gorgeous view. She wondered what Sam was thinking as he stared inside of her hole.

"Why are you looking down there?" she asked rhetorically, already knowing the answer, as her face was still on the bed.

"It's a beautiful sight."

It was the response she was hoping for.

"What does it make you think about?"

"That I'm looking at the rectum of the next president," he joked.

She giggled, "I hope you like it."

There was another kiss on her hole. "I love it. Now relax. I'm going to penetrate you with my finger. Lubed, of course."

She tried to relax as she heard the bottle cap open. Lotion was squeezed from the bottle. Once again, her butt cheeks were spread by Sam's hand, and he pressed his lubricated finger against the ring of the anus. Then he pushed his lubed finger inside, causing Patricia to flinch.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"It's cold."

"It'll be warm soon enough."

The index finger went all the way inside her anus. As far inside as it could go. Then a second finger entered. Both of Sam's fingers probed the anus to lubricate and stretch it. Patricia enjoyed the feeling of her anus being stimulated.

"I'm going to put the brush handle inside," he said, still probing his fingers inside of her butt.

"As you wish."

Sam kissed her butt cheek, then he pulled his fingers out of the warm tight little asshole.

He picked up the brush and pressed the smooth handle against his mother's lubricated anus. The handle was pushed, and she squirmed, trying her best to remain still. It continued to enter her rectum, which stretched the ring of her anus, along with her rectal canal. Her rectal nerves were being stimulated, which only made her more aroused. The brush handle went all the way inside.

Patricia's breathing became harder. Her desire for anal obedience was being met. And it was done by her son of all people. The taboo was surreal. God, if anyone knew...

"I can tell how badly you want to orgasm," he said. "I can see that you're dripping wet."

"Then what are you waiting for?"

The implication was clear. And both of them wanted the same thing.

"Are you sure?"

"There's nothing stopping us," she said with a slightly lustful depraved voice. "No one is around. Our secret."

Patricia felt the brush handle being gently worked inside of her anus. In and out. Careful movements which were designed to give her anal pleasure. And it worked. Of course it worked. Sam was experienced with giving anal pleasure. And Patricia longed for the anal obedience.

Things became more intense when Sam reached down to rub Patricia's wet pussy. It was a circular rub which stimulated her clitoris and labia. Patricia savored the combination of her anus pussy being played with at the same time.

Her guard had come down. Gone was the prim proper politician, who was always on her best behavior. Gone was the intelligent woman. Gone was the woman with the infectiously positive attitude.

At that moment, she was a woman in lust. Her moaning became louder. She pressed her face onto the bedsheet and enjoyed the sexual torture.

"Let it out," he said. "No one is around, remember? You can be as loud as you want."

And he was right. No one was around. The best part of their vacation home was that there weren't any neighbors. She could be as loud as she wanted. She wanted release. She needed release.

"Harder!" she gasped loudly. "Faster!"

Sam fucked her anus harder with the lubricated handle. He rubbed the pussy harder and faster. He even put his fingers inside of the wet pussy and fingered her.

"God! Yes!!!"

Patricia cried and cried. She reached a strong orgasm as Sam continued to play with her sexual spots. She was being stimulated beyond belief- both mentally and physically. She craved the dominance. It was anal submission at its finest (because it was being done by her experienced son).

A gush of fluids rushed from her pussy and stained the bedsheet. It made a big mess everywhere. It was the orgasm she was hoping for. The orgasm which was pent up for several days, waiting to be released. It gave her the intense pleasure she needed to be happy.

Then her body went limp.

Sam carefully pulled the brush handle out of his mother's anus, and he moved his fluid-soaked hand away from her vagina.

After a moment to regain composure, Patricia got on her knees, remaining bent over. Her anus was fully exposed and stretched.

"Now blow inside," she said. "That's what your father did to me before that photograph was taken. He blew air inside my gaping hole after making me cum. It tickled and made me laugh."

Sam looked at the gaping anus. It looked freshly fucked and wet from the lubrication. He used his hands to spread his mother's butt cheeks even further apart.

He blew air inside the hole, which made Patricia squirm and moan.

It was bliss.

Early the next morning. The vacation home was surrounded by snowfall. Patricia stood by the window with a hot cup of coffee. Usually, she would be fully dressed. But on that morning, she wore a large tshirt, with no bra underneath. She was also bottomless and barefoot. The length of the tshirt covered her private areas.

Sam came down the stairs and noticed how beautiful she looked. There was a peaceful look on Patricia's face. It was from a peace which she hadn't felt in a long time.

He approached his bottomless mother.

"How do you feel?" he asked.

She turned to look at him. "Like a woman ready to fight. Last night I said that I was going to run. I meant it. And I still mean it. I'm going to tell my staff when they arrive. That's my final decision."

"I'm happy for you. I think you're making the right choice."

"Thanks to you. You gave me the strength I needed. And thank you for, you know, last night. I really needed that."

"The anal thing?" he smiled.

"Yes, that. I don't think you understand what that means to me."

"Why don't you tell me?"

"I enjoy being a leader," she explained. "I've led my entire career. I've led in politics. And I plan to be a great leader for this country. But sexually, I enjoy being submissive. Being submissive gives me a release from all the stress. It's hard to date men and confide in them about my fantasies. I'm always afraid that they'll tell the media some day to hurt me."

"Your secret is safe with me. Always."

She nodded. "I know. That's why I want this to continue. You're the only person I can trust with this secret. And you're good at it. I can fully understand if this bothers you. I know that it's not something a mother should ever ask from..."

"I'm okay with it," he replied, cutting her off. "I'm okay with whatever you want to do."

"I want you to take care of my needs from now on. My obedient needs. You're in charge of that part of me. Understood?"

"Understood."

They looked each other in the eyes. There was an understanding between them. Things were going to be different.

"What next?" he asked.

"Well, I realized that I was selfish yesterday. I had a beautiful orgasm last night. But you didn't. So, I think it's only fair if...you know...May I?"

"Yes, of course. Anytime."

Patricia took him by the wrist and led him to the kitchen. She put her coffee cup on the table. Then she got down on her knees.

"I love to suck cock, did you know that?" she asked rhetorically.

"I'd like to find out."

She pulled down the front of his pants to reveal his semi-erect penis. She looked at it for a moment, then she touched it. She played with it in her hands. It was almost like a motherly expression of keeping it warm on the snowy day, except the real intent was to arouse him.

Her lips parted and she was about to take the cock inside her mouth.

"Wait," he said. "Does this arouse you?"

"Very much so."

"Would you like to masturbate while you do this?"

"Only if you want me to," she replied. "I'm at your service."

He reached over the counter and picked up the half consumed cup of coffee. The coffee had cooled to a warm temperature. He held the cup of coffee in front of Patricia.

"Dip both of your index fingers inside this coffee," he ordered. "It's not very hot anymore."

She smiled at him, wondering what he was up to. Then she did it. She briefly dipped both index fingers inside the cup of warm coffee.

"Are you pantiless?" he asked.

"I am. It's not something I usually do. But I was in a relaxed mood this morning."

"Good. Use one hand to play with your pussy. And another hand to play with your ass. When you're aroused enough, then I want you to suck my cock."

Patricia looked up at her son, while still on her knees, and gave him a mischievous expression. In that moment, she could hardly believe that it was her son talking. It was like he was possessed by his father. Whatever the case, she was more than willing to obey. Her submissive side was being brought to life after many years of laying dormant.

She used her right index finger to rub her clitoris. The warmth wetness of the coffee gave her clitoris a nice sensation as she rubbed.

She used her left index finger to rub the outer ring of her anus. Then she pushed inside. Entry was simple. Especially since she was down on her knees. The warm finger felt sensational in her ass.

By that time, the cock in front of her had already hardened. Sam was aroused from watching his mother masturbate.

Patricia leaned forward and took the cock inside of her mouth. Her lips formed a perfect O-shape. She sucked on the raging hard cock. Her head bobbed back and forth.

For a quick moment, she briefly moved her mouth away.

"God," she moaned, while still fingering her holes. "If anyone knew what we're doing right now, I would be ruined. We both would be ruined."

With that, she returned to sucking.

In that moment in time, Patricia's mouth served a much different purpose than usual. Her mouth built her political career. She was a terrific public speaker. Thoughtful and articulate. Intelligent and well-mannered. Her mouth was normally used to court voters and to socialize with notable politicians. It was normally used to convey her message to fight for the public good.

But in that moment, the only purpose her mouth served was to provide sexual pleasure to her own son. And it worked. Her mouth was skilled and passionate. The more she sucked, the more Sam became weak. Patricia was a submissive, and it made her feel good to please someone. Especially her own son.

With every bob of her head, every stroke of her tongue, every sucking sensation, Sam was brought closer to orgasm.

Patricia was also approaching the same goal as she rubbed her pussy asshole in a frantic pace.

"I'm close," he groaned. "Can I finish in your mouth?"

She looked him in the eyes and winked. It was a wink that said, 'You can cum anywhere you want.'

As she continued sucking and playing with herself, Sam stroked his cock at a furious pace. He stroked the shaft of his cock, while the tip was still in his mother's mouth.

He groaned loudly as he came. Spurt after spurt of his hot cum shot in Patricia's mouth and down her throat. Like a good servant, she swallowed everything with pride. It was the full extent of her oral servitude.

But of course, her main fetish was the anal servitude. As Patricia cleaned up with her mouth, she fingered her pussy asshole even faster.

The physical sensations were amazing. But it was the mental stimulation which made her heart pound. Everyone who followed Patricia's political career thought she was the best mother, and there she was, on her knees, being sexually servient to her own son.

"Oh god..." she moaned, spitting the flaccid cock out of her mouth. "I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum..."

She pushed two fingers deep inside of her anus. She rubbed her clit fast.

A rush of fluids made a big mess all over the floor. Her toes curled and she screamed while she was on her knees. The orgasm was explosive and the mess it made was rather impressive.

When it was done, Patricia took a deep breath and she looked up at her son, who was leaning against the kitchen countertop, looking at her with a smile on his face.

"You're amazing," he said casually, like this was no big deal.

"I could say the same about you."

Before they could talk any further, Patricia's phone made a beeping noise. She stood up and checked her phone which was nearby.

"They're arriving soon," she said, putting down the phone. "I really need to get dressed. And we need to clean this mess, fast."

"Great idea."

They quickly grabbed paper towels, wet them in the sink with water, and they wiped the floor until the vaginal fluids were gone. They tossed the paper towels in the trash and Patricia headed up the stairs to get dressed. She needed to work soon. There were many important things to do.

Epilogue:

Over a year later. Patricia achieved her goal. After a tough campaign, she won the election to become the first female President of the United States.

Much to her relief, none of the hacked emails were ever released. She called the bluff of those political operatives. Maybe, she figured, it was her courage that scared them away.

And she only had one person to thank...

It was surreal to finally sit in the Oval Office as the President. It was her first day on the job. She wore an expensive suit which made her look dignified classy. She leaned back on the chair and enjoyed the feeling. Her life's goal was complete. And she was venturing in uncharted territory.

Sam was also in the room. They talked briefly and professed their disbelief over everything. Then, he went on to discuss other important matters.

She gave a mischievous smile. "Here? Now?"

"Remember the rules? Anywhere. Anytime."

Teasing Patricia was something he had come to enjoy. Especially since Patricia enjoyed being teased so much. It was all part of the obedience. The constant surprise is what kept their special relationship so hot.

"The rules are the rules," she agreed. "Where do you want me?"

"Bend over the desk."

"Are you afraid someone might come in?"

"That's why we better make this quick."

Patricia took a deep breath and stood up. She undid her bottom and pulled it down to her ankles. Then she laid her body on the desk, with her face down.

She knew exactly what to do. She had been in that position so many times before. She kept her legs spread and she reached back to spread both ass cheeks.

Her mind raced. She felt the submissive rush she always desired. But this time, it was different. This time it was much more extreme. She was President of the United States. If anyone knew... God, if anyone knew...

As always, Sam came prepared with a small container of lubrication in his pocket. He lubed his cock. Then he coated Patricia's anus by inserting his finger inside.

She gasped.

Her eyes remained on the door. She prayed that no one would enter. It would be the biggest political scandal in the world if the public discovered that she was being fucked in the ass by her very own son. And maybe the incredible risk was partly why her pussy was so wet. It was a thrill.

"You look terrified that someone might catch us." he said. "So let's make this quick, and pleasurable."

"It's your decision," she said, with her face pressed on the desk.

Sam thrust and his hard cock entered the lubricated anus. He slowly pushed until he was all the way inside. Then came another thrust. Then another.

The previously silent office had become filled with the noises of rhythmic slappings. Sam's crotch was hitting Patricia's backside with every thrust, as his cock penetrated her delicate little anus.

She clenched her mouth tightly together. She didn't want to make any loud moaning sounds. Not in there.

The edge of the desk was gripped by Patricia's fingers. She held on tight as her son started to really fuck her hard. She preferred her anal sex rough on certain occasions. Especially when the person doing it was as thoughtful caring as Sam was about it. She was very lucky. She found someone who was a natural at giving anal sex.

Her body rocked back and forth as she was being anally ravished. Her anal servitude with Sam had no boundaries. Not even in the Oval Office. She smiled to herself, thinking what a lucky woman she was.

508 Mom's Cum Cocktail

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Son's Point of View

It happened like this:

Two days before New Year's, I had returned home to stay with my Mom and my younger brother. For the previous three years, I mostly lived out of state in a college dorm. My brother was living at home while attending his first year at a local college. And, my 45 year old Mother was busy running her fancy Italian restaurant.

Sounds like a typical family, right? Working mom with two sons in college, and everyone lives happily ever after.

Strangely, as I came to find out, things weren't as they seemed. In fact, we're pretty far from what most people would consider 'normal.'

I woke up around midnight because of a thunderstorm (typical for these types of stories, right?). The pleasant sounds of the rain falling almost put me back to sleep.

My attention shifted when I heard footsteps down the hall, outside my room. I figured it was my brother going to the bathroom. But then I noticed the steps going back and forth, as if someone was pacing in the hallway. Since my door was closed, I didn't know what was happening.

Then I heard my Mother's voice. It came just as the rain was fading, so I was able to hear her clearly.

"Don't wake your brother," Mom hissed softly.

The footsteps ended at Mom's room. My first thought was that they were planning some sort of surprise for me. I would graduate from college soon. Maybe they planned to start the New Year off with a bang and acknowledge the upcoming milestone.

Curiosity got the better of me and I put my ear against the door. There was nothing, no noise whatsoever. The talking had ceased. I noticed a soft light in the hallway, under the bottom of my door. Something was definitely going on.

Now, I'm not usually the nosey type. But this was very strange. Why would Billy walk quietly to Mom's room in the middle of the night? And why would Mom want to keep it a secret?

Unable to resist, I opened my door to check it out. All I heard was rain outside. Coming from Mom's open door, I noticed a dim light, and stepped into the hall.

At that very moment, I heard something that forever changed all of our lives:

"My dick has been sore all day," Billy whispered. "Did you really have to make me wait for two whole days?"

In a hushed tone, Mom spoke quickly. "Shhh... You'll wake your brother. Consider yourself lucky that I'm even doing this for you."

"Sorry Mom. Thank you."

Something unusual was definitely happening next door. Did Billy really just talk about his 'dick' to Mom without getting smacked in the head? Any other time, Billy would have faced hell for using such language in front of our Mother. But now, it was acceptable?

Was it a medical issue? I wondered.

I inched towards Mom's room, certain they wouldn't notice me between the darkness of the hallway and the continued sound of raindrops outside.

When I peaked around the corner of Mom's dimly lit room, I got the shock of a lifetime.

Mom was kneeling beside her bed, while my brother Billy stood in front of her. His pants were down and I could see his bare hips. Mom's back was to me, but I realized from the bobbing motion of her head, that she was sucking off my younger brother! No wonder Billy's dick had been 'sore all day.'

Mom was still wearing her black silk nightgown. Her dark hair was pulled up in a messy ponytail which bounced with the motion of her head. For a moment, I actually forgot it was my Mom and was impressed by her efforts.

Billy's eyes were tightly closed while he enjoyed her attention. Every so often, he looked down at the top of her head and smiled slightly. As her right hand slowly trailed down to the base of his cock and began to pump, he threw back his head while groaning.

It was surreal to the point that I felt sick, especially when the quiet of the room was disrupted by lewd sucking noises. My instincts told me to interrupt this deviance and demand to know what the hell was happening. But apparently I have a thing for the taboo because I felt myself getting hard.

For some perspective, my Mother is one of the most well-mannered people I've ever met. She dresses conservatively, almost as if she's from a different era. Her sweet-heart personality is definitely one of the reasons her Italian restaurant does so well. Customers are taken by her charm and she has a large following of regulars.

Now here she was, with her face in my younger brother's crotch, as her head moved back and forth. There was no doubt what was happening. Billy's eyes were closed and he was softly moaning.

The next movement happened so fast, I almost missed it. My mom grabbed her phone, which was next to her on the bed, and took a few selfies. I couldn't believe it!

Not only was she (presumably) sucking my brother's dick, she was also documenting it with pictures on her phone. What the hell was going on?!

"I'm going to cum," Billy whispered. "You suck so good, Mom."

My mother put her phone down and lifted her head. At this point, both of her hands moved forward and back in front of her face.

"You were quick tonight," Mom said softly, looking up at him. "Must have been the long wait."

She reached down and picked up what appeared to be a jar. Continuing to stroke Billy, she managed to remove the lid with one hand. This time, I saw his penis when Mom moved. There was no doubt about it, Mom was sucking his dick.

Even more alarming was what the jar contained. Although the light was dim, I had a pretty idea good idea of what it was. Thick white fluid half-filled the jar. It was Billy's cum!

She stroked him while holding the jar. Billy tensed, groaned and shot his load into the mixture, then relaxed.

"I'm so excited for tomorrow," she whispered, milking every last drop from Billy's cum.

"Me too."

"I'll put our little cocktail back in the fridge, so it stays fresh."

What the hell was going to happen tomorrow? The whole sight was shocking and I stepped back, trying to be super quiet. Their 'session,' or whatever this was, had finished and I didn't want to be caught.

I made my way back to my room and gently closed the door. At this point, going back to sleep seemed impossible.

Mom's Perspective

After Isabella sent her youngest son, Billy, back to his room, she knew she had a real problem on her hands. Or maybe it was an opportunity to finally bring her oldest son Leo into the equation?

With her highly tuned 'mom-radar,' she heard the faint footstep of her oldest son as soon as he left his room, despite the heavy rain. Obviously, Leo caught her in the incestuous act.

This needed to be addressed immediately. Depending on Leo's reaction, maybe there'd even be an invitation, if he seemed inclined to participate. She was certain he'd be eager after a rational explanation. How could he decline such an opportunity?

She turned on her overhead bedroom light and ran downstairs to put the jar in the back of a bottom drawer in the fridge. Then she walked quickly to Leo's room. The rain storm was picking up again and she wondered if her son could hear her approach.

Isabella slowly opened the door to her son's room. Though dark, the light from her own bedroom allowed her to see the silhouette of her son laying still in his bed.

"Don't pretend to be sleeping," she whispered. "I heard your footsteps a minute ago."

Leo rolled over. "I needed a drink of water."

"No, you didn't. You saw me with your brother."

There was a short pause.

"What were you doing?" he asked softly.

Isabella sat on the bed, next to her firstborn. His face was hidden in the shadows, so she was unable to gauge his reaction. She ran her hand along his cheek, just as she had done when he was younger. The sweet gesture brought back fond memories as she felt him relax.

"I was planning to tell you eventually," she said, continuing to stroke his face. "But you are so much like I was at your age... very conservative. I've been worried about how you would react."

"Were you..."

She put her finger on her son's lips. "I gave your brother a blowjob."

It was her first time using such foul language with her oldest son and it got a reaction out of him. She felt him gasp as his body tensed. It was what she had expected. Utter shock. Removing her finger from his lips, she allowed him to reply.

"Why?" he asked, sounding incredulous.

"Because it incentivizes him to work harder in college. Because it keeps him at home, where he needs to be. Because he won't get into trouble with the wrong kind of girl. There are lots of good reasons. But also... because... it's something of a family tradition between consenting adults."

Leo gasped. "Are you serious?"

"Well, you saw for yourself."

"But... but... why?"

"May I turn on your bedroom light?" she asked, politely.

"Sure, go ahead."

Isabella switched on the light and sat even closer to her oldest son. She rubbed his hair and caressed his cheek in a nurturing way. The look of confusion on his face was evident.

"This goes back decades, to my college days," she explained. "My sister and I, we couldn't have been more different. I was a bookworm and Celeste was more outgoing."

"Aunt Celeste knows about this?" he asked, even more puzzled.

It was a real surprise to him because Leo and Aunt Celeste had always been fond of each other. And it had been obvious to the whole family that Leo had a boyhood crush on her.

"Aunt Celeste is the one who started this," Isabella confirmed. "She was new to college life, and I showed her the ropes. I helped her with classes and cooked for her. In exchange... are you sure you want to hear this?"

He nodded. "I do. Tell me, I want to know."

"Okay, but you've been warned. Aunt Celeste joined a Sorority and invited me to all the big parties. I am pretty, but Celeste is drop dead gorgeous. In her first few months at college, Celeste became the most popular girl on campus, and for all the wrong reasons, in my opinion."

"Sex stuff?" Leo asked in a small voice. "I mean, she was doing it with that many people?"

Isabella suddenly became uncomfortable. "It wasn't all sex. Actually, it was something even naughtier. Well, certainly kinkier. Only certain people in the Fraternity and Sorority knew about it. It was an acquired taste and fetish for some members."

"How kinky?"

"Did you see the jar I was filling?"

He gasped again. "She drank... I can't even say it."

"It's okay," she said, rubbing his chest. "Say it."

"Aunt Celeste drank their cum?"

"It was a dirty sex act between the Frat boys and Sorority girls. And when I was invited to one of those secret parties, she made me give it a try. She had been nagging me about it for months and I finally gave in."

"Why did you do it?"

The tone in his voice made Isabella felt like she was being judged. She hated that. But at the same time, she understood why her son would be upset by this revelation. The act itself was highly unladylike. And Isabella prided herself of being a perfect lady.

"Youthful stupidity," she replied honestly. "I was curious and I wanted to be more popular. And your Aunt Celeste can be very persuasive."

"Did you like it?"

Isabella paused, took a deep breath, and confessed, "Yes."

"You still do it?" Leo asked cautiously.

"Nothing to that extent. Have you ever wondered why Aunt Celeste and I always have private time when she visits?"

Leo blurted, "I figured you were talking about lady stuff."

It definitely was 'lady stuff,' as her son had put it. But Isabella's inner turmoil kept her from saying any more. Part of her hated this secret activity she shared with Celeste, because it was so extreme. On the other hand, her deepest desires were always fulfilled during their time together.

Leo accepted her silence. Isabella appreciated the fact that he didn't pry any further into her filthy sexual habits. She'd tell him eventually. Her son deserved to know.

Feeling the need for physical contact, she rubbed his chest and stomach in slow circles. Minutes passed quietly; mother and son both remained lost in their thoughts. Finally, Isabella broke the ice.

"Do you want to join us?" she asked, with her hand on Leo's stomach. Her fingertips flexed enough to lightly grip the muscles in his taut abdomen.

There was a long pause, as she had expected. Leo was a nice guy and was always very respectful. She had put forth a lot of effort making sure he was well mannered.

"Are you serious?"

She continued to rub his stomach. "Yes, I'm serious."

Her hand felt his stomach rise and fall as he breathed harder. Of course he wanted this. He was a young man with sexual needs. She -- despite being his Mother -- was very attractive and had a great set of 'skills.'

"Would I... Would I get what Billy got," Leo whispered. "You know..."

Isabella nodded, "A blowjob. And I'll drink your cum. It pains me to say it, but it's exactly what I want."

She studied Leo's conflicted expression. They both knew it was wrong. But Leo was a young man with an active cock and vibrant sex drive. And Isabella just adored sucking cock (and the amazing benefits that came with it).

Mom or not, it was a match made in heaven.

He gulped. "If Billy is getting that, then I want it too."

"It's only fair that I treat you both equally. You're both my angels. I'm sorry for keeping it a secret; I should have been honest from the start."

"Don't be sorry. I understand, I think."

She bent down and kissed his lips. "There are three ground rules. First, no one can ever know. Second, no talking about it during the day. It's improper. Third, be respectful."

"I'm always respectful to women," he managed a smile, despite his nerves.

"That's my boy. I've raised you right. Do me a favor and don't cum until tomorrow night. I'll need a full load."

She bent down and gave her firstborn a kiss on the lips. Then another. And another. He laid stiff as a board while being kissed in such an indecent way by his own Mother.

A sense of elation washed over Isabella as soon as Leo agreed to participate. She was one step closer to the ultimate goal.

Aunt's Perspective

Celeste landed at the airport before noon. While walking through the airport, she sensed both men and women checking her out. And why not? As a 42 year old celebrity fitness trainer, she had the body of a fit college girl. In a shamelessly revealing outfit, her trim and toned body was the envy of all.

During the cab ride to the family home, Celeste thought about what an unforgettable holiday this would be. In recent years, she had her sister add Billy to their cum swapping equation and that proved to be quite exciting.

But as she looked down at her phone for the first time since landing, it seemed like things were going to be even kinkier this year. Her obedient older sister did as instructed and took pictures of herself giving Billy a blowjob! Celeste slowly scrolled through the pics, enjoying the show. That it was Isabella looking like a seductress, with Billy's dick in her mouth, gave Celeste great satisfaction. She had come a long way, under Celeste's 'guidance.'

Then there were more important pics. Billy cumming inside a jar, while Isabella's free hand stroked his cock. The jar was almost half full thanks to two weeks of diligent work. There was a caption which read, 'Delicious. Make sure you don't miss your flight!'

As the cab drove along the freeway, Celeste took her time reading Isabella's email. Apparently, Leo had seen the whole thing and was given a briefing on their family secret.

It made Celeste smile to read about the update. She always found Leo to be very handsome. If Leo had been her son, she'd have been fucking and sucking him since the moment he turned 18.

Arriving at her destination, Celeste greeted Isabella warmly in the driveway. Outwardly, they looked like any pair of sisters locked in an embrace. Both were well-dressed and it looked very ordinary, especially in light of the upcoming holiday.

Outside the house, Celeste greeted her nephews, who were both enthusiastic about seeing her, especially Billy because of last year's events. When she hugged Leo, she sensed tension. Deep down, it excited her. It was always fun to be part of someone's 'first time.' She could tell that Leo was excited too, by the bulge in his pants.

"Have a good flight?" Isabella asked, as the cab pulled away.

Celeste nodded. "The flight was great. Mostly smooth with moments of turbulence, and a bumpy, yet climatic landing. Our night is shaping up the same way, isn't it?"

The boys went upstairs, dutifully bringing the luggage to the spare room, so the sisters had enough private time to engage in their secret banter.

"Did you read my email?" Isabella asked.

"I did."

"What did you think?"

"About time, Bella. I was beginning to question your fitness as a mother, since it took you so long."

Isabella rolled her eyes. "As if you know anything about raising two sons."

"If I had a son like Leo, believe me, he'd never want to leave the house. Same thing with Billy. We'd be one big happy family."

"Slut," Isabella joked when they went inside the house and closed the door.

Once inside, Celeste gave her big sister a tight pinch on the ass, with enough pressure to make it sting. Isabella's whole body flinched.

"Don't forget who runs the show," Celeste grinned, giving her older sister a gentle pat on her sore butt.

She loved pushing her sister's limits whenever they had alone time. For many years, they lay naked together in each other's arms, fantasizing about enlarging their circle of love. Now that Leo and Billy were adults, their dream could become a reality. An extremely naughty reality that the rest of society could never know about.

But as working professionals, Celeste and Isabella had reputations to protect. The fact was, they were both on Yelp and ran websites promoting their successful businesses. That's why gossip could never get out about their deviant sexual preferences.

"I love when you take charge," Isabella said in a tiny voice.

"Say it like you mean it."

Isabella listened to the footsteps upstairs. "I fucking love what you do to me."

"I'm so glad we're sisters," Celeste replied. "That way, we can do whatever we want together, because we're bound forever."

These were the moments for which Celeste lived for. Not only did she enjoy being sexually dominant, but she also loved pushing her prim sister to the sexual brink whenever possible. Making Isabella feel flustered at inappropriate times, was her absolute favorite.

With the boys just upstairs, she took advantage of the opportunity. Celeste used her index finger to poke Isabella in the butt, specifically aiming towards her asshole.

Isabella tensed and walked upright like a soldier. "Lunch will be ready soon. I'm making your favorite."

Both ladies backed off from their erotic conversation when the boys came downstairs, having put away Celeste's luggage. Naturally, they wanted to spend more time with their favorite Aunt. In many ways, they were secretly scoping out her revealing outfit, thinking of what they'd enjoy later that night.

The rest of the day was spent as usual. They shared a traditional Italian meal for lunch. Lasagna made with turkey sausage and mushrooms, a side salad, and apple cider. In many ways it was an everyday family gathering. The foursome caught up on lost time and talked about plans for the future. It was as if they had managed to forget about the evening's upcoming events.

"I'm completely stuffed," Celeste said mischievously, putting her empty glass down after taking the last sip of cider. "But I'm still thinking about dessert for tonight. What was that picture you sent, Isabella? Eggnog? Tapioca? Whatever it was, it looks delicious. And I can't wait to wash it down with a nice cocktail."

Isabella's cheeks turned beet red. Billy smiled in anticipation while Leo appeared uptight and uncomfortable.

"It's a holiday nog," Isabella blushed. "We'll leave it at that... for now."

It gave Celeste a perverse sense of excitement to keep everyone at the table on edge. After all, this was an annual tradition between the two sisters, and now it would include the next generation. Finally being able to discuss it in the open felt liberating.

Celeste looked at everyone and declared, "It's time we finally clear the air."

The comment made Isabella gasp and grabbed the attention of both boys. The anticipation was building. No one quite knew where Celeste was headed with this, but it should have been obvious.

"Isabella, tell the boys what you like to do for me," Celeste said.

Years of training left Isabella with no choice but to obey.

"I do whatever you ask me to do," Isabella replied haltingly. Knowing that answer would be insufficient, she quickly added, "Sometimes, I suck your breasts and lick your vagina."

Celeste shook her head. "You can do better than that, Bella. Use your naughty words. The ones you like using in private."

It was always a thrill to make her sophisticated older sister use foul language. Now that she could do so in front of her sons, who were unaccustomed to seeing her this way, it was even better.

"I like to nip and bite your tits," Isabella said with more confidence. "And I love putting my tongue inside of your delicious pussy."

Celeste looked at her audience. The boys were wonderfully stunned. Sure, they guessed this was the case. But hearing their proper Mom use such coarse language was a bombshell.

Rubbing her hands together, Celeste asked, "And why do you like doing such dirty things, Bella?"

It was the moment of truth. Both sons looked intently at their Mother. Isabella took a deep breath and exhaled to center herself before answering.

"Because I'm a dirty girl... your dirty girl," Isabella said with resolve.

Celeste was proud of Isabella for being honest in front of her sons. It would make tonight much easier. Looking across the table, she noticed Leo and Billy sitting with their mouths hanging open. She suspected the idea of their straight-laced Mother performing lesbian acts was shocking, yet also appealing. Tonight was shaping up to be a night of many firsts.

"Leo, Billy, do you like what you hear?" Celeste asked politely, as if they were discussing which movie to watch. "Or should this Family Tradition remain private, between your Mother and I?"

It warmed Celeste's heart to hear them accept this aspect of their relationship. True, their Mother and Aunt had unique hobbies and taste. But capturing the spirit of family, both brothers seemed excited to unite with the sisters. Celeste was filled with joy at what was to come.

Celeste smiled lovingly at the two sons. "For the past many, many years, your Mother and I have shared this annual traditional alone, in her room. I guess it would be called a squirt cocktail. When Billy became involved, we finally had what we were missing. Now that Leo will be joining us, the circle will be complete. We'll make a true family cum cocktail tonight."

There was nothing but anticipation in the air.

Mom's Perspective

Typically, Celeste and Isabella would find their pleasure past midnight on New Year's, when everyone else was asleep. But since the cat was out of the bag and everyone in the house was involved, things could start earlier. That would be easier on Isabella, who preferred an earlier bedtime, now that she was getting older.

She sat in front of her dresser, a bundle of excited nerves, as she took time to brush her hair. She prided herself on being well-groomed, even at home. Wearing her silk lingerie with a matching robe, she smiled at her reflection. The pleasant conversation from downstairs set her at ease.

Her bedroom door was wide open and she heard Celeste engaging in a lively discourse with her boys, her perfect angels. They mostly talked about college. Celeste asked about their academics, and of course, if they were dating any special girls. They cracked jokes and laughed, heartily. Her sister was a funny and entertaining woman.

Once Isabella was satisfied with her appearance, she felt her heart racing. Smiling at her reflection, she sighed in happiness. Her smile was radiant and always worked wonders in the restaurant.

Tightening her robe, she walked barefoot down the hall. Then she went down the stairs towards the kitchen, where she kept her special jar. Her eyes fixated on it, while her pussy gushed. Just thinking about what she was going to do with her harvest made her weak in the knees.

Isabella went to the living room and suddenly the energy shifted. Her sister, Leo, and Billy all had an eager look in their eyes. Suddenly, no one cared about academic discussions. She had instantly become the star of her family's show.

Isabella had fantasized about this moment for months. Now that it was upon her, she felt a few words were in order to mark the special occasion.

"I love all of you, and want to be even closer as a family." Holding up the container of cum, Isabella continued, "In this jar, I have collected my favorite refreshment. I think it's time that we fill it to the brim with more cum from my dear sons."

With that, she looked at her sons for permission, and perhaps, acceptance. Both Billy and Leo nodded and looked at each other. Billy stood, determined put Leo at ease by going first.

Walking forward, he approached his Mother and stopped just in front of her. Isabella dropped to her knees and placed the jar on the living room table. She tugged his pajama bottoms down, freeing his already erect cock. She had already memorized every twist and turn of the protruding veins on his erection.

"I've raised such a fine young man," Isabella said to herself.

She leaned forward and licked the tip of her youngest son's dick. Knowing what Billy liked, she ran her tongue along the ridge of his glans several times. When she sensed his desire rising, her warm mouth enveloped the tip and moved forward. Sheathing half his cock with her first pass, she withdrew and then took him even deeper.

"Jesus, you've improved," Celeste noted, watching inches away. "You've really reined in your gag reflex."

Isabella winked at Celeste, while her son's wet hard-on filled her mouth.

The high praise from her sister built sexual confidence in Isabella and motivated her to work harder. Not only did she enjoy sucking cock, but she also loved to pleasing her boys and entertaining her younger sister. They had always been competitive siblings and Celeste had the edge when it came to deepthroating.

Back and forth she went, over her son's cock, sucking happily. Soon, she felt Billy's hands on the sides of her head and knew he was getting close.

"I'm close," he moaned. "I can never last long with you, Mom."

Celeste smiled, "That's because she learned from the best. I'll help drain it."

It felt like old times for Isabella when her sister knelt alongside her on the floor. Not wanting to miss a drop, they stroked Billy's saliva covered cock together, and they both held the jar. At this stage, it was easy to finish him off.

It only took a few strokes and Billy's body started to spasm. Five full spurts of ejaculate were collected in the jar. Isabella's eyes widened in delight. Billy was usually good for about three. Maybe having an audience was good for his testosterone.

"You did great," Isabella said proudly to her youngest son, then kissed the tip of softening penis to slurp the remaining drop of cum. "Now have a seat. It's your brother's turn."

Celeste crooked her finger to Leo, signaling him to come over.

"Your turn, big boy," Celeste said, issuing a command as usual. "It's time for your initiation to the club. Your Mother gives one hell of a blowjob, so get ready for a real treat."

The excitement of the foursome was palpable. Isabella watched her oldest son stand, trying to contain his own arousal, before removing his shorts and underwear. She felt her mouth watering again from seeing his erection for the first time as an adult.

The closer her son came, the more detail she noticed about his cock. It was glorious, hard and proud. All Isabella could think about was how good it would feel in her mouth, and more importantly, how his cum would taste.

Son's Point of View

My turn had come and I felt jittery looking down at my Mother and Aunt Celeste on their knees in front of me. Two sets of eyes were riveted to my cock. There was a lot of pressure for me to deliver a big load, like my brother did inside that jar. Mom looked up at me and I knew she felt pressure, too.

The two women had such different expressions. My Mother stared at my cock in the most loving way imaginable. To her, this was life changing. She was about to give oral sex to yet another son, which would mean that she would get to drink cum from both of her 'angels.'

On Aunt Celeste's face was a look of unrestrained desire. It was clear; she savored the perversion of this act.

"Go for it," Aunt Celeste said, grabbing the base of my dick and waving it in front of my Mother.

Mom nodded. "Leo, I love you. I hope you enjoy this."

"I love you too, Mom," I managed to say.

Watching Mom open her mouth, preparing to devour my cock, was surreal. She slowly made her approach and leaned in slightly.

As it turned out, Aunt Celeste had dirtier intentions. She squeezed my cock and made sure it pointed forward. Then with her other hand, she guided the back of Mom's head to my cock. When Mom's lips touched me, Aunt Celeste's eyes lit up in delight.

Mom closed her lips and immediately went to work sucking, for all it was worth. She had some amazing help from Aunt Celeste, who still had her hand on the back of Mom's head, managing the speed and rhythm of the blowjob.

When Mom began to moan, it was pretty clear she was enjoying herself. That sensation on my cock made me start to moan, too. Then things got even crazier. Aunt Celeste looked at me and saw how much I loved getting head from my Mom.

With a wicked grin on her face, Aunt Celeste gently pulled Mom's head away from my cock. She grabbed me by the hips and kissed the tip of my dick! Extending her tongue, Aunt Celeste lapped at my precum as if gauging the taste. After nodding in satisfaction, she surged forward and took half my cock in her mouth.

Mom looked at what was happening and seemed stunned for a moment, as she watched the cocksucking from only inches away. Politely, she kissed Aunt Celeste on the shoulder, but was ignored. Mom nudged Aunt Celeste by poking at her chin.

"That's my son's cock," Mom fumed to her sister. "I should have the honors of giving his first incestuous blowjob!"

Aunt Celeste winked at her, while nibbling on my cock head. "If you want it back, you'll have to take it."

They almost seemed like two kittens fighting over food, except it was my cock! Obviously, Mom didn't want to share anymore. It was her first time with my cock and she wanted it to be special.

When Aunt Celeste relinquished control, Mom went at it again and took me deeper-- much too deep. I don't know if she was trying to impress me, Aunt Celeste, or herself. Inch by inch, my cock disappeared into her throat. She grunted while swallowing the head, then made another grunting sound as if to say 'Tada! I've deepthroated you!'

Mom sucked so hard while deep-throating, her cheeks looked gaunt. I was pretty impressed that she didn't even gag.

"Oh sweet Jesus," Aunt Celeste exclaimed, pleasantly surprised by Mom's technique. "I've never seen you do this with a cock. You love him with all your heart, don't you? Deep-throating your oldest son is fucking filthy. Way to go, sis. You're in the big leagues now. I love you."

Aunt Celeste gave my Mother a kiss on her sunken cheeks, while my dick was sealed inside. After my Aunt realized that my Mother was perfectly capable of handling this alone, she moved back and put her head between Mom's legs, right up her nightie.

"Hmmphhh!!!!" my Mother muffled, when Aunt Celeste's tongue slide up... wherever.

Mom was now getting attention from her sister, while my cock was buried all the way down her throat. Even though she was distracted, she still did her best to suck my dick. That was just like my Mom, always giving her best effort for Billy and me. Mom's moans suddenly took on a different quality. It seemed like she was in a needy state.

As I watched them on the floor, the reason for my Mother's excitement became clear. Aunt Celeste had her tongue inside my Mother's asshole!

I looked at my Mother again, who still had a mouth full of my hard cock. Her eyes looked glassy and dazed from the pleasure of being sodomized by her sister's tongue.

Knowing I wouldn't be able to hold out much longer, I tapped Mom on the head, "Mom, I'm gonna cum soon."

"You've lasted longer than your brother," Mom said, after spitting out my cock. "Let's see how well you can shoot cum."

Quickly, she grabbed the jar beside her, even though her moans were becoming increasingly frenzied from Aunt Celeste's attention. Amazingly, she managed to grab hold of my dick with her right hand while holding the jar at the tip with her left.

She stroked and panted, and stroked some more until she wailed and shook in ecstasy from Aunt Celeste's tongue in her ass, never letting go of my cock. The sight of her threw me over the edge and I came, hard. At the same time, Aunt Celeste's head popped up to take in the action. Like a pro, Mom managed to collect every drop of the six spurts of my cum.

"Welcome to the club," Mom smiled at me, before sinking down and resting against Aunt Celeste.

Petting Mom's head, Aunt Celeste kissed her gently on the mouth. Then she rose and headed to the kitchen.

"Did you have fun?" Mom asked playfully.

I collapsed onto the couch. "Of course I did. That was... wow..."

Aunt Celeste returned to the living room. Unexpectedly, she was completely nude and holding two wine glasses, which appeared to be half full of a sparkling wine. To her, nudity was nothing. Her pink nipples were rock hard and her pussy was freshly shaved, as if she had already planned on revealing herself this way. She had the body of an athlete and she loved to flaunt it.

"As much as I love Bella's cooking," naked Aunt Celeste announced to everyone, "I have to say this is the real main course for New Year's Eve. Would you like some, Leo or Billy?"

We both shook our heads emphatically, 'No!' which made Mom and Aunt Celeste laugh.

"More for us," Mom giggled, as the drinks were being prepared.

Aunt Celeste looked like a world-class bartender as she knelt down beside the living room table and picked up the jar. With the wine glasses arranged on the table, she filled both glasses. Then she swirled her finger inside each wine glass to properly mix the ingredients. The thick globs of white cum appeared to have a lighter texture now that it was mixed with the sparkling wine.

She handed one to Mom and readied one for herself. The sisters seemed thrilled with the end result as they closely inspected what was in their glass.

"Cheers!" toasted Mom.

"Bottoms up!" replied Aunt Celeste with a wink.

Both sisters took generous swigs of the concoction and held it in their mouths for a few moments to savor the taste -- like true wine connoisseurs -- then swallowed. Their gulps were loud and strong, as they pushed everything down their throats.

"Sensational," Aunt Celeste said, smacking her lips like she was at a wine tasting.

"Simply divine," Mom agreed, gazing at her glass. "I wish I could serve this on my menu as a special delicacy. Both of my angels are delicious."

"You can call it the De Matteo Cum Cocktail."

Mom giggled. "It'll be the legacy of these two handsome young men."

"Speaking of them, I think there's something they're dying to see."

There was a slightly crazed look in Aunt Celeste's eyes, as if this night hadn't gone far enough. Mom seemed to know exactly what was expected of her. Aunt Celeste and Mom both took another drink of their cum cocktail, but didn't swallow.

The sisters leaned close and kissed each other on the lips. There was nothing normal about it as excess cum dripped from their mouths and down their chins. Their tongues came out and they swapped the cum mixture while moaning loudly.

Watching Aunt Celeste grab the back of Mom's hair when they kissed, it was obvious that she was the dominant partner. My Mother was definitely swept away by this incestuous and naughty 'romance.'

I could see real passion when they kissed. They truly loved each other. Despite the fact that they were sisters and had been close their entire lives, sexual attraction was definitely part of their relationship.

The kiss ended and Mom looked at me and my brother with traces of cum around her grinning lips. Stars were in her eyes. In that moment, she felt like the luckiest woman alive.

The End

509 Mom's Incest Fantasy

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'Finally!' I thought to myself.

I had just finished my last final exam for the college semester and it felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders. And as it just so happened, a small snow storm had rolled in later that morning, meaning that I would be stuck at home for the rest of the day. My dad was out of town on an important business trip, so it looked like me and my mom would have plenty of time together once again since both of our winter vacations had already begun.

I arrived home later that morning to the sight of my mother on her laptop. She sat on the floor using her laptop which rested on a table, right by the fireplace. She looked dignified and elegant the way her long brown hair was neatly tied in a ponytail with her glasses on. She was barefoot, still wearing her silk pajamas, and had a hot cup of coffee right next to her.

"Well you're home early," she said, turning her attention towards me.

"Yeah. I only had one final this morning."

"Oh, you're right. I've got a million things on my mind."

"So what are you up to?" I asked. "You look like you've got a nice set up over there."

"I'm just finishing up some work," she said, almost stammering at her words over such a simple question, as if she were hiding something.

"I've never seen a school teacher look so elegant and relaxed doing school work," I replied jokingly.

"Very funny."

She closed the top of her computer and stood up and walked towards me.

"By the way," my mother said. "I've already booked a flight for your grandmother to fly in next week for the holidays. Your father doesn't know about it yet and he hasn't seen her in a very long time since she moved back to Europe. So don't tell him about it when he calls tonight; I want it to be a surprise."

"That sounds great. I miss having her around."

A warm-hearted smile appeared on mom's face. "I'm glad you think so because she'll be sleeping over with us. How fun, right?"

Later that night. I turned off all the lights in the house and was headed to bed when I noticed my mother's computer was left unattended in her bedroom. Her door was slightly open, and I could hear her in the closed bathroom running the water faucet. My curiosity got the better of me as I saw her word processor open and decided to check it out for a moment.

My eyes roamed the screen as fast as I could to get an idea of what she was writing about, seeing words such as 'father,' 'daughter,' 'love,' 'kissing,' and 'sex.' The realization of what I was reading hit me like a ton of bricks; my mother was writing an INCEST story!

I felt shocked and confused. I couldn't believe that my conservative and respectable mother would ever write such a thing, or even think about anything like that in the first place.

"What do you think you're doing?" I heard a voice say behind me.

When I quickly turned around, there was my mother, with a look of utter horror on her face as she saw that I had discovered her secret hobby.

"Mom... I was just..."

"I owe you an explanation for this," she said while trying her best to hold a brave face.

"You don't owe me anything," I replied. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have looked through your personal stuff."

"It's okay," she sighed. "We might as well talk about it now and get this over with. Let's go downstairs and I'll make us some hot chocolate."

She slipped on a robe over her pajamas and signaled for me to follow her.

I sat awkwardly by the kitchen counter watching my mom boil a small pot of milk while adding the chocolate mixture. She then poured the hot chocolate in two mugs and added marshmallows on top.

"Here, drink up," she said as she handed me a mug.

"I haven't had hot chocolate with marshmallows in a very long time," I happily pointed out.

She smiled, "I know. That's why I picked it up from the store the other day. But let's get to the point; I'm sure you must be surprised by what you saw on my computer."

"Well, it's not exactly common to find your mother writing a story about a father and daughter having sex with each other."

"I have an incest fantasy," she said bluntly, with a straight face. "There, I said it. You can stop wondering what that was all about now."

"An incest fantasy?"

She took a deep breath. "Yes. We all have fantasies, don't we? You're old enough to understand that. I'll admit that mine is just... different... different than most peoples."

I was immediately taken aback by my prudish mother's shocking admission. Hearing her say that she enjoyed fantasizing about incest was more surprising than taking a glimpse of what she wrote. She held a brave face, but it was clear that she had to muster up all the courage she could to do so, and that deep down she was really embarrassed over this.

"It's actually a lot more common than you think," I told her to make her feel better, but not admitting that I secretly had the same fantasy about her. "I mean, I definitely understand the appeal when you have two people in a taboo relationship together. You know, the whole 'forbidden' thing, while they're living together and are related."

"Well, I was hoping to avoid the details, but yes, that's the part that gets me. I've always been drawn to romance and the thought of two people having to overcome barriers to be with each other. And what embodies that more than incest? That's my intrigue with it, so please don't think of me as a perverted old lady, or some sexual deviant, or anything weird like that. I'm just a woman with feelings like anyone else."

"Mom, I would never think such a thing about you. You're the smartest and classiest woman I've ever met."

"Thank you for saying that... and for making this easy on me," she replied with a smile. "I'm glad you're so open about this."

"Of course. I try to be open about a lot of things."

Her eyebrows rose. "Thanks again. You're so much like your father. He adores my erotic writings, and I stayed up late tonight finishing up my latest story so that I could send it to him tomorrow. It's a great way for him to relieve stress while he's traveling, plus it spices up our love life- you'll understand one day when you get married."

"That makes perfect sense. So do you think I could read some of your stories?"

"Absolutely not," she firmly stated. "It's private and it wasn't meant for you. Look, us talking about this is one thing, but actually letting you read what I wrote is something else. So let's just enjoy our drinks and call it night."

When I got to my room soon after, I knew there was no way I could go to sleep after finding out such a revelation about my mother. I still needed to process all that information before bed, and so I decided to surf the net for a while.

Suddenly, I received an email from my mother, which read:

I didn't mean to be so harsh on you when you asked to read my stories. You're my son, and sometimes I see you just as my child, and not as a young man. You've showed a lot of maturity tonight and maybe I was a little unfair in the way that I talked to you at the end, especially since you were so understanding of me and spared me the humiliation. So, here they are, enjoy...

Below her message was an internet link, and when I clicked it, I was taken to a website with a listing of incest stories written by my mother. Just glancing at the story descriptions and titles, I saw that she had written everything ranging from father/daughter, to my (secret) favorite genre of mother/son.

But before I got started reading her erotic stories, I explored the website further and found that they had a forum. And it wasn't long before I found her profile with her own thread in the Amateur Pic section. My heart raced. I was possibly one click away from seeing my mother naked for the first time in my life, and that decision wasn't a hard decision to make.

I opened her thread and was greeted with picture after picture of mom's nude body, with her face blurred out of each image. She struck various poses around her bedroom and around the house. She looked slender and delicate, with a soft tone to her. Her upper body looked thin, with her ribs and collarbone visibly protruding, but her hips and thighs had its womanly curves to them. Her breasts were average sized and they sagged a bit, with light pink nipples on full display. And her pubic hairs were neatly trimmed.

I couldn't get over how gorgeous she looked nude. I couldn't believe that after all these years of living with her, and occasionally fantasizing about her, that I really had no idea just how beautiful she was underneath all her fancy clothes. And by glancing through some of the endless comments left on her thread, many people agreed as well.

After taking in the nude images on my mother's body, I turned my attention back to her incest stories. I lost track of time flipping through page after page of mom's beautifully crafted writings. Incest wasn't just about sex or taboo to her, it was also about love. She understood and conveyed the erotic nature of incest, whether it was a story of two sisters having a sexual relationship, or a mother/son duo sharing intimate moments together.

When I headed downstairs for breakfast the next morning, I saw my mother casually sitting in the dining room table reading a magazine, looking prim and proper as always. She was wearing a long silk blouse with a matching robe on. She had prepared a meal for me and it looked as though she had finished eating already.

"Can you believe this weather?" she asked. "The latest report says it'll be snowing pretty heavily today and tomorrow, so it looks like we'll be stuck with each other for a while."

"Well it's not like we won't have anything to talk about," I replied with a smile as I sat down across from her."

A slightly embarrassed grin crept over her face. "I figured you would. Did you find anything else interesting?"

"If you're talking about the pictures on the forum, I saw those too."

She sighed, "That's exactly what I was afraid of. I just remembered the forum pictures after I sent you the link."

"You've got nothing to be ashamed about mom, you've got a really beautiful body."

"Thanks," she replied. "But still, you're my son, and it's bad enough that I even let you read those stories in the first place, let alone you finding out about my exhibitionist side. It's not exactly normal for you to see me like that, you know. I mean, if anyone ever found out that ..."

"No one is going to find out, trust me. Your secret is safe with me. But do you mind if I ask you something about your stories since I've already read them?"

"At this point, why not?"

"Is everything you wrote based on fantasy, or is some of it real?" I asked. "I noticed that the names and descriptions in one of the stories were a little too familiar...you know...the one about the sisters who 'experimented' with each other..."

"Well there's no point in denying it now," she said casually. "Yes, that story was written based on your Aunt and I. We were young at the time, college age, and naturally we were curious about certain things. We used to talk about our sexuality with each other because we were really nervous about opening up to other people. Keep in mind that this was decades ago, where two women being intimate together was a lot more taboo- so we played with each other to keep things secret. And now, obviously, she's happily married to another woman."

"God, you and Aunt Helen, together?" I replied. "I don't mean to be crude, but that's so hot! The idea of two sisters having that kind of love and passion for each other is incredibly erotic. I think that's my favorite story of yours."

She smiled. "Figures. That story did get a lot of feedback from readers. I mean what's not to like? You've got college girls doing lesbian stuff, and to top it all off, they're sisters."

"Jeez...hearing you talk like that about your sister..."

"Am I turning you on?" she asked with a sly grin. "Don't tell me that your prudish old mother is getting you going."

"Mom, you're not old. And at this point, it's tough for me not to get turned on by you, especially after hearing you talk like this and seeing your nude pictures last night."

My mother quickly flashed another broad smile. "Well who would have thought? My own son masturbated to my nude pics and stories. I guess incest must run in our family since everyone in this household seems to love it."

"Dad too? Do you mean that he just enjoyed reading your stories or..."

"He's had an incestuous relationship with his own mother when he was around your age," my mom replied. "The mother/son story about the son who discovers his mother's naughty pictures is based on your father's real life experiences; and it still goes on to this day on certain occasions. He's told me never to tell anyone, but it's something I thought you should know."

I was taken aback for a moment. Not only did I just find out that my mother had incestuous sex with her sister, but I also just found out that my dad had an even more intimate relationship with his own mother!

My mom reached out on the table and held my hand. "I hope I'm not being too frank here. I'm sure it must be a lot for you to handle, hearing this about your parents. We better leave it at that and change the subject."

"No," I replied, squeezing her hand. "I really like hearing about this. And since we're being honest, last night wasn't the first time that I've thought about you. I hope you're not mad, but I felt like I had to get that out there with all of the private stuff you've already shared with me."

She looked utterly speechless for a moment at my revelation.

"Well...I guess that's perfectly normal for a lot of boys to feel that way about their mother," she replied, trying to process and justify what I just revealed to her. "I know when I was young, I used to imagine lewd thoughts about my father...or even my mother...taking me, and having their way with me sexually. Even now, I sometimes wish..."

"...how about your son? Have you ever imagined me taking you?"

"Don't get cute," she said sternly, but in a playful way. "Come on, finish your breakfast and we'll continue this conversation in front of the fireplace. It's actually pretty refreshing to get this stuff off my chest with someone who's as open and receptive to the topic of incest as I am, even if it's with you. Believe me, none of my closest friends know about this, and they never will."

I stood up and held onto the soft grip I had on her hand, signaling her to stand up with me, which she did. I led her to near our front door and had her stand in front of a full length mirror, just like she had described in one of her mother/son incest stories.

Her eyes never left her reflection as I stood behind her and held her. My arms wrapped around her waist, just under her breasts, and I squeezed my arms tightly.

"You didn't answer my question," I said in her ear as we both looked at ourselves in the mirror. "Have you ever thought about me having my way with you?"

"...I have..." she meekly whimpered. "When you became a young man, I started having thoughts about you. Explicit thoughts."

I held her even tighter, letting her feel my growing erection against her rear end.

My lips moved to her ear and I told her, "Mom, I've waited so long for this."

She didn't react as my hands moved up to gently squeeze her breasts through her blouse. But it was her eyes that gave away her feelings. They became filled with lust and desire as she watched her son caress her womanly parts in the mirror. It wasn't until I pinched her nipples that she let out a small gasp of pleasure.

As I continued fondling her breast with one hand, I reached beneath her blouse with my other hand rubbed her vagina through her panties. She still didn't say a word or try to react, but I took her body's heart rate and breathing as a sign that she wanted me to continue, so I slipped my hand inside her panties to feel her naked crotch. She was slightly hairy, and when I stuck a finger inside, I felt that she was dripping wet.

"Undress me," she said. "I've always wanted to be admired by my son. And I suggest you do before I change my mind about this."

I obliged, releasing my hands from her body parts and using them to casually pull her robe off her shoulders so that it could fall to the floor. Her face still showed no real reaction as she stood in front of the mirror to watch herself with me behind her. My fingers then moved to the thin straps of her blouse, which hung on her shoulders, and I pulled those off as well. Once her blouse fell to the floor, she stood topless. Her panties didn't remain there long either as she pulled them down herself to reveal her nakedness to me.

"What would you like me to do now?" I asked lovingly.

"Do whatever you want," she replied. "Have your way with me. Kiss me wherever you want. Ravish me."

My heart nearly skipped a beat from hearing my mother give herself to me completely. I grabbed her again, this time even tighter, and planted kisses on her bare shoulder and back. I could have turned her around and kissed her mouth and nipples, but that's not what either of us wanted at the moment. I wanted her to see herself in the mirror as I used her for my sexual gratification. And she had also expressed the same desire in her story to see herself being ravished this way (at least through a character she had written).

I got down on my knees and continued my kisses on her thighs and rear end. And just like her story, she bent over and leaned her hands on the wooden shoe rack, giving me full access to her exposed womanhood, while her face stayed in front of the mirror. I was treated to the sexually explicit sight of my mother's tiny brown anus, as well as her thick brown labia and her glistening pink insides. Her pubic hairs were neatly trimmed as I saw in her pictures.

Soft breathing escaped her lips when I started kissing her labia. And her breathing became even heavier when I stuck my tongue out and began licking her vaginal lips and tasting her fluids. She tasted and felt wonderful in my mouth, but hearing her moan so openly was what really gave me pleasure. After giving her a few more licks, my throbbing cock couldn't take it any longer and I desperately needed to ravish her as she had asked.

I stood up and quickly stripped off all of my clothes as fast as I could, with my mother looking at my nude body in the mirror. I then guided my cock towards her vagina, and I was able to slide right in because of how soaking wet she had become with my saliva and her bodily fluids. She felt tight and warm. And the moment I went all the way inside her vaginal canal, I saw her face instantly grimace in the mirror from my penetration.

"Oh..." she moaned. "That's it...just like that...make love to me..."

Her words of encouragement drove me wild and I really started going at it. With every thrust I gave, she made different faces which I saw in the mirror. I was incredibly aroused by the sight of her sagging breasts waving back and forth from me fucking her in her bent over position. Hearing her panting and moaning also fueled my arousal, along with the slapping noises our bodies were making together as I ravished her sexually. Soon, all of that took its toll on me.

"Mom...I'm going to cum...I'm going to cum," I warned her.

She reached back and placed a single hand on my thigh. "Don't stop. I want you to finish inside me."

I squeezed her hips as tight as I could and thrusted the way my hormones had been aching for. Stream after stream of cum shot itself inside my mother's vaginal canal, inseminating itself in my mother's womb. It felt like I was about to collapse from the incredible pleasure I was feeling, but I didn't stop until every last drop of my sperm was inside her and I became soft.

When it was all over, I pulled my flaccid wet cock out of my mother's vagina, and she turned around to kiss me full on the lips.

My mother and I lounged in front of the warm fire place after we had sex together. We were both still completely naked. I was sitting on the carpet with my back against the couch, and my mother laid across the floor with her head on my lap.

"Was it what you expected?" she asked, breaking the long silence. "Did you enjoy making love to me?"

I rubbed my fingers through her hair. "You have no idea. That was by far the best sexual experience of my life."

"And with your mother no less."

"That's what made it so special," I replied. "Having sex with you is something I've thought about for years, never thinking it would actually happen. You're the perfect woman as far as I'm concerned."

She lifted her head slightly and gave me a soft kiss on my leg. "You're sweet. And just so you know, that was one of the best sexual experiences I've ever had as well. There's something about mother/son incest that's so much more loving than anything else. It's the maternal aspect of a mother giving in to sexual desires and wanting to please her son."

"I can't argue with that. But do you think we could ever do this again? You know, with dad coming back in a few days..."

With her head still on my lap, she looked up at me and smiled. "Your dad likes to joke about how it's only a matter of time before you and I engage in incestuous acts the way that he has with his mother. Trust me, he'll LOVE hearing about this."

"Really? I've always known that he's a really smart guy," I replied humorously.

"Well he was certainly right about us eventually getting together," she said as she kissed my leg again. "And since I told him that he was wrong, I guess I'll have to make it up to him with juicier details about what we've been doing while he was away."

My mother then got on all fours and positioned her face towards my crotch and gently kissed the head of my flaccid penis. The first kiss was just her lips pressing itself on me, but the second time, she kissed it harder and more forcefully, causing an immediate reaction on my part.

"I love watching you grow," she said, staring at my manhood coming to life.

"Your lips feel so good mom. Don't stop."

She turned to me again and winked. "I wasn't planning to stop."

Her mouth turned its attention back towards my growing erection and planted several more kisses. She brought her hand towards my groin and used her delicate fingers to lift my hard cock, and gave the head of my hard cock a big wet kiss from her puckered lips.

"Do you want me to lick it?" she asked teasingly.

"Oh, of course, I want you to. Do it the way I've been fantasizing about for all these years."

"I'll do it even better."

She stuck her tongue out and ran it against the full length of my shaft, tasting her own dried fluids after I had been inside her moments earlier. I became even more erect as I felt her tongue bathe me. She licked me up and down, side to side, before swirling her tongue around my head and briefly taking me inside her mouth to suck.

Just as I was in the middle of enjoying her oral pleasure, she pulled her mouth away and got up to kneel over me, with us face-to-face.

"Hold your erection up with both hands," she ordered. "This is going to feel a little tight."

I held my saliva covered cock upwards as she asked. She then reached down with her two hands and spread her cheeks apart, leaving her anus wide open for me as she lowered herself. And as soon as the tip of my cock touched her most intimate of areas, she spread the ring of her anus even further so that my head could enter her rectum, which had to struggle its way in.

"Oh my god...that feels amazing," I told her, feeling her tightness.

She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. "It does. And we've got several more inches to go."

I watched my mom bite her lower lip while she continued lowering her body onto me, with my cock pushing its way inside her rectal area that felt as tight as a grip of a hand. It was clear that her body was struggling to get used to something foreign going up that tiny little hole in this unnatural act, but it was equally clear by the look on her face that she was enjoying this experience as much as I was.

"I never would have imagined that making love to my own son would be so wonderful," she said as she began to slowly rock her hips and back and forth. "I'm sure your grandmother would LOVE hearing all about this when she comes for the holidays."

"God, that sounds so dirty mom," I moaned.

A sly grin suddenly appeared on my mother's face, "Well that's the idea, mister."

Her hands clasped around the back of my neck, and with her rectal area loosening up to my hard cock inside of her, she was able to gyrate her hips even more forcefully. She closed her eyes as the pleasure we shared intensified, and her lips began to quiver.

"Rub my clit...rub it..." she desperately moaned.

My mother didn't have to ask twice and I began furiously rubbing her clitoris. And that only served to reinvigorate her as she used even more energy to lift her body up and down on my cock inside of her anus. It wasn't long until I saw the same look on her face as before, where her eyes squeezed shut and her face twisted with pleasure- she was having another orgasm.

My fingers were relentlessly playing with her clit as she was enjoying my cock up her ass. She reached down and also brought one of her own fingers to her vagina, so that both of us were pleasing her sensitive area together. Her back suddenly arched and her mouth widened, and a stream of clear fluids rushed out from inside her vaginal opening. My mother was squirting. She let out a loud scream and even more fluids sprayed onto my body and onto the floor. That was more than enough to send me over the edge as well to my inevitable second orgasm inside of my mother's body in one morning, but this time it would be in her tight little rectum.

When it was over and the both of us had orgasmed, she collapsed right on top of me, completely exhausted.

Her head rested on my shoulder while my flaccid penis was still inside her anus. We were both still recovering from the incredible orgasms we shared and were still breathing heavily. I could feel her heart beating through her breast and onto my chest, as well as the trickles of sweat which were starting to form.

"Ughhh...that was phenomenal," she finally gasped. "I've had a lot of orgasms from anal penetrations before, but never like the one you just gave me."

"Well, to tell you the truth, that was the first time I've ever given anal to a woman before, and I'm glad it was with you. So thanks for that, I really enjoyed it as well obviously."

"No need to thank me, you've just given me a plot and most of the dialogue for my next story," she said playfully, leaning forward to give me a big kiss. "It's me who should be thanking you."

"I can't wait to read it. But I have to ask, were you serious about telling grandma and dad about this, or were you just talking dirty for me?"

She smiled. "Why not? The four of us together certainly sounds like a lot of fun. But let's not get too far ahead of ourselves here, we've still got several days of incestuous sex to keep us busy."

The End

510 Mom's Nude Portraits

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Julia heard her son coming home from his college class. A little too early, she thought. She was an art professor by trade, but at the moment, she was focusing on her other love-- painting. There was a nude female model in the workroom, which had become common in their suburban home.

The session had just ended and Julia stood up while the model got dressed. They made small talk about how the session went and the model saw the nude portrait for the first time, marveling at the artistry.

The model left through the living room at the same time Zack was there. They exchanged a friendly 'hello' and 'nice meeting you' while Julia opened the door so the model could leave.

When Julia closed the door, she gave her son a playfully stern look.

"Don't get any funny ideas," she said in her motherly tone. "She's a new model I'm working with. I don't want you chasing her away."

"Me? Why would I do that?"

"Because that's the kind of guy you are," she joked.

He shrugged. "As long as you're going to keep bringing hot women to our house, I can't complain."

"I'm glad you're okay with it because there will probably be a few more models stopping by."

"You're busier than usual."

"I found out this morning that my role in the upcoming art exhibition is going to be much bigger than before," she proudly. "I'll be given extra space to showcase my work. I already have plenty of abstract paintings, but I need more portraits. Those are usually my best sellers."

"That's great, mom. That means more money, and more women coming here?"

She raised an eyebrow. "Is that all you think about? Money and women?"

"It was a joke. I'm really happy for you."

She smiled, "Thanks. This art exhibition is the biggest I've ever been featured in. A number of prominent figures in the art community are going to attend. That's why I called that sexy young model here at the last minute."

"I've noticed. You usually don't paint women my age. You usually paint older women, no offense. So that was kind of surprising to me when I saw her."

She nodded. "With all the space I'm getting for this year's art exhibit, I've decided to expand my boundaries. I want to explore diversity. I'll be painting everyone from college students, to senior citizens, and people from different ethnic backgrounds. I'm very excited about it."

"I can tell. You look excited. It's great seeing you like this. I know you'll get the recognition you deserve."

Julia's heart warmed and she gave him a big hug, even with all the paint on her clothes.

"You're too cute for words," she said. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to wash up."

It was a Saturday morning. As usual for the weekends, she relied on her son to arrange the paint and art supplies for her. It was the final nude painting she planned on doing before the art exhibition, which was only a week away.

As things were being prepared, she received an unexpected phone call; the kind that would always ruin her day.

Everything was set in her art room, and Julia had no choice but to break the news to her son.

"He's not coming," she said. "Apparently he's having second thoughts, which is understandable, but the timing couldn't be worse."

"Aren't there tons of male models?"

"I need a young adult. Most of the young male models who live nearby are university students. I wouldn't feel comfortable asking someone from campus to come to my house to be nude. That wouldn't exactly be great for my reputation."

"Good point," he replied. "Why don't you just get another model that's an older age? You've never had problems with that before."

"The whole point of my collection is that I'm featuring a wide array of age groups. I already have several portraits of older men."

"Does it matter? I don't think people would notice if you used an older man and painted him to look younger."

She flashed a stern look. "Yes, it does matter. Artistic integrity is important to me. My collection has a theme to it. Without the final portrait, the collection would look incomplete."

"If it's that important, then I'm sure you'll find someone soon enough."

"I hope so," she sighed. "Thank you for your help setting up my supplies. I really appreciate it."

"Don't mention it."

She smiled, "We'll leave everything here. I'll make a few phone calls and hopefully I can find someone by tomorrow."

"What's the rush? The exhibit isn't until next weekend."

"I know. But it's important for me to set everything up in the gallery as early as possible. I'll have more time to prepare my oral presentations that way. Plus I don't like rushing at the last minute. My work is better when I'm relaxed and my head is clear."

He nodded. "That makes sense."

"Thank you again for spending your Saturday morning with me. I know you could have done so many other things instead. I really appreciate it."

With that said, Julia gave him a kiss on the cheek to show her gratitude. It was a nice kiss. Her kisses were always special because they were loving. And she knew he liked them.

Seeing the smile on his face gave Julia an epiphany. Something had to be done, and since she probably couldn't get a proper replacement in time, a plan had to be devised.

In her desperate hour, she decided to go for it. What was there to lose? So she proceeded with a newfound contingency plan and prayed that it would work, no matter how crazy she knew it was.

"You see the beauty in what I'm doing, right?" she asked with an incredible degree of politeness.

"Of course I do. I think your art is great."

"Good," she smiled. "I'm glad you think so. I started painting when I was around your age. It changed my life in a wonderful way because it gave me direction. It gave me a way to express myself creatively and I fell in love with it."

"Why do I get the feeling that something is about to get weird?"

"I want you to pose for me," she replied sincerely.

Julia flashed the most heartfelt look she could possibly manage.

"You can't be serious, can you? You want me to pose for you?"

She nodded. "That's what I said."

"Nude?"

She nodded again. "All of the portraits have to be nude. I also realize that you don't want anyone seeing your nude portrait, so you can simply turn your head away while I paint. I'll focus mainly on your body. No one will recognize you. I promise"

"No way," he replied. "I'm sorry mom, but that's never going to happen. Why don't you just paint an imaginary person? Make it up. No one would know the difference."

Julia flashed a stern look. "That's completely out of the question. I wouldn't be a real artist if I did that, and I feel like I would be cheating whoever buys it. Besides, using a real person always looks better."

"How about I pose with my clothes on? Maybe I'll compromise and do it in my underwear. You can use your imagination and paint the rest."

"That won't work," she replied staunchly. "I wouldn't be true to myself as an artist. The painting must be pure, or it means nothing. I would feel like a con woman if I tried to display stuff like that."

There was no arguing with Julia on this. She was a woman who made up her mind. Her art was something she took great pride in, and that meant protecting her quality at all cost, and doing whatever it took to get the job done.

"You're really not giving me much of a choice here, mom. I mean, you realize that this is extremely awkward for me, don't you?"

She nodded. "I know this is uncomfortable. I used to be shy in college, especially when it came to my body. But I overcame it. I posed nude for my art classes a few times."

"Really? That doesn't sound like something you'd do."

"Well I did it. And I still do it privately. I let my friend paint me nude sometimes, and then I paint her nude afterwards."

Zack seemed surprised by the admission, which Julia understood.

"This is a lot different, mom. I mean, you're my mom!"

"I know I'm your mother," she replied playfully. "You've reminded me twice. But don't forget that the awkwardness is mutual. I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't desperate."

"You must be really desperate then."

"Please, I'm practically begging you. I promise that if you do this for me, I'll owe you big time. My promises are always good."

She looked at him with a sense of desperation, yet playfulness. They both knew how important this was. There wasn't any choice for her. She also knew that Zack couldn't refuse, or else she'd keep on pestering him. It was inevitable. With the look in her eyes, how could anyone refuse?

"Fine," he said. "Just this once. Don't forget that you owe me for this."

A broad smile appeared on her face and she reached over to wrap her arms around him, delivering a suffocating hug. Her lips were pressed all over his face as she kissed everywhere.

"I knew you would eventually see things my way," she replied happily. "Let's start soon. Everything is already set up."

There was a tense feeling in the art room.

"How do you feel?' she asked like an evil doctor.

"This is kind of scary to be honest. I feel like I have butterflies in my stomach."

"I know the feeling. Believe me. If you want my advice, just imagine that your body is the most beautiful thing on the planet, which it is. I firmly believe that each human body is an exquisite creation. So think of this as sharing your beauty with the world."

"Women are a lot more beautiful than men," he joked.

She smiled, "I think you're very handsome, as a matter-of-fact. That's part of the reason why I wanted you to do this."

"Thanks mom. I think you can be pretty hot sometimes as well, in a non-inappropriate way."

"The word 'hot' isn't proper terminology," she replied in her teacherly voice.

"You know what I'm trying to say."

"I know. I'm only teasing, Shall we get started now?"

"Now?" he asked in a state of semi-shock. "That soon?"

"This painting isn't going to make itself. I'll need you to remove your clothes and sit on that sofa by the window."

He sighed, "If you insist."

Julia noticed her son's heart beating faster. It was the inevitable feeling most nude models face when doing it for the first time. He even looked like he was about to sweat.

She gave an amused look. "I completely understand how terrified you must feel. Your whole life, you were taught by society that nudity is bad and something to be ashamed of. But in the world of art, nudity is something to be appreciated. I was so scared my first time posing nude, but then I got used to it, and it became a wonderful feeling."

"I guess you're right. Here it goes."

With slightly shaky hands, Zack pulled his tshirt overhead and placed it on a nearby table. Julia just stood there and watched him. Despite all her professionalism and years of doing this, she found herself curious as to what her son looked like naked. But she tried to push those perverse thoughts out of her mind.

Next came Zack's shorts, which he also placed on the table, while Julia kept on staring.

Now, Zack was only in his underwear, feeling an exhibitionist rush of some kind while Julia looked on. It was a surreal taboo rush for both of them. She noticed that her son's heart was starting to race.

Worse, an erection appeared to form inside of his underwear. Julia's eyes widened when she saw it.

"Maybe we can compromise," she said, showing mercy. "Maybe I can paint you like this, with your underwear on. I can try to paint the nude portion of your body using my imagination. But if it doesn't look right, we can do a nude portrait tomorrow."

"That sounds like a great idea," he replied with gratitude.

She noticed his breath of relief. She had just spared him the humiliation of having to get naked and having his erection exposed. She could still notice the bulge through his underwear, but it wasn't nearly as bad.

"Have a seat. Sit comfortably. Any way you like. Look towards the window so I'll only paint the side of your face."

Zack appreciated the mercy and sat down, just the way mom wanted.

There was a long pause as Julia kept her gaze on her art subject. The room should have been filled with the sound of her brush painting on the canvas, instead there was silence.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked, looking at her.

"The portrait," she replied. "I'm not sure if I like it. I'm a visual person and I need the authenticity. Anything else and I'm cheating myself and my work."

The innuendo was strong and Julia hoped that her son would pick up on the signals she was sending. She was a perfectionist. Surely her son knew that.

"You want to go all the way?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

She exhaled in disappointment. "I'm sorry. My artistic integrity is on the line. All of my portraits must be perfect for the upcoming exhibit. I'll have to paint you nude. There's no other way. Can you do it for me?"

A feeling of nervousness washed over him. By the look in Julia's eyes, it was a final decision, rather than a question.

"Fine," he said. "If it means that much to you, then I'll do it."

She walked towards him and kissed his cheek. "Thank you. Thank you so much. You've always been so supportive of me and my career. I owe you so much for this, I promise."

It was amusing to see Zack stand up, preparing for full nudity. Once he wrapped his fingers around the waistband of his underwear, the awkwardness began. Julia raised both eyebrows, as if signaling for him to get this over with already. This was a real time waster, after all.

Then the act was done; Zack bent down and removed his underwear.

He was now completely naked. Julia kept one eyebrow raised as she took a good look at his penis. Were parents supposed to see this? She wondered. Him being naked like this was unusually exciting-- for both of them.

"On the sofa," she ordered.

"Yes ma'am," he playfully replied.

Julia did her best to suppress her smile when Zack walked over to sit on the sofa. She was thoroughly amused when he struck a bland pose, with his face slightly turned so that he wouldn't be recognized in the painting. She wondered if Zack realized that she was actually staring at his penis, admiring it.

It felt so strange seeing him exposed like this in the most casual way in her workplace. She began to work.

"This isn't so bad, is it?" she asked, her paintbrush touching the canvas. "Before long, you won't even notice that you're naked."

"Thanks for the reminder."

She tried to focus on her task -- finally -- but another problem emerged. It was a problem which commonly occurs with male models. She considered ignoring it, but it was too distracting. All she could do was stare. It did look nice, and maybe it would go away. She kept on staring.

Eventually, she had to say something about it.

"You realize that you have an erection, don't you?" she asked in her teacherly voice.

He turned his body to look at her. "Yeah. Sorry mom. I should probably..."

"Don't move!" she snapped. "Your pose just became perfect. The morning sunlight across your body is exactly what I want. It's flawless. Don't move a muscle."

"But what about my..."

"It's not important. Believe me, I've painted countless naked men and this is normal. It will go away by the time I start painting your pelvic region. Now look out towards the window."

She gave her instructions and Zack obeyed, turning his face again to look towards the window. The room was silent except for the sounds of her paintbrush quickly doing its job. The hard-on wouldn't disappear. She continued painting, but the erection was a distraction.

"Is that thing going away yet?" she asked playfully. "For most male models, it would have faded away by now."

"Your other male models probably aren't my age. Sorry mom. I was trying to warn you about this. There's nothing I can do."

"You must have eaten something potent for breakfast," she said, half sarcastically, half joking.

"Maybe we can continue this later in the afternoon? I'll make sure I'm in the exact same pose so it won't mess up your painting."

"That won't work. The sunlight would be different."

Zack seemed to be getting desperate from the humiliation of his erection pointing straight up in the air. This had to be resolved, and soon.

"Do you think I should, you know, go take care of it really fast?" he asked in an embarrassed voice. "It shouldn't take long. I'll be right back."

She thought for a moment. "I don't want to lose this pose."

"Then what should we do?"

"Are you sure it won't go down anytime soon?"

He nodded. "I'm positive, mom."

She took a deep breath. "Then maybe I can take care of it for you. Would you mind? I know I'm your mother, and that it would be completely inappropriate, but think of it as a professional courtesy. We're making art and this is part of the process."

His jaw nearly dropped and he had to compose himself. His cock suddenly became even harder as he wondered if this was even a real offer.

"What do you mean?" he asked, trying to get confirmation.

"I'll relieve your erection so you won't have to move. Your pose is perfect and I don't want to lose it. Would you be comfortable with this? If not, forget that I said anything."

Immediately, she could tell that Zack was okay with this. She also got the impression that Zack wanted to downplay his enthusiasm so he wouldn't look like a pervert.

"Sure mom. If that's what you think is best."

Julia put her paintbrush and pallet down on the table. She walked over to her son with a stern, professor-like stature. Her face was serious, as if the unintentional erection was interfering with her work. When she stood in front of him, she put her hands on her hips.

"Now remember, this is a one-time deal. Don't ask me to do this again. This is purely for professional reasons and I expect you to understand that."

"Of course," he replied.

"Good. I'm going to get started now. Don't move a muscle."

Julia got down on her knees, directly in front of him. She didn't waste any time and immediately grabbed the base of his throbbing erection with both hands. Her hands felt soft and she used that softness to full effect.

She couldn't believe that she was actually stroking him. She looked at her small hands delicately wrapped around her son's erection. She gazed at it like a piece of art. The sun was shining on it and she was convinced that this would be her masterpiece.

"That feels good," he blurted out.

"Well that's the point," she replied. "The sooner we get this over with, the better."

It was the perfect excuse. Her slow and gentle strokes suddenly became faster and harder.

"Just like that," he moaned. "Keep doing that."

"You're in some mood today. Do you always get this aroused?"

"Not usually."

"Just do me a favor and try to hurry."

She kept her focus, but then she felt Zack's body tense. Was he finally about to cum? And where would it happen?

"Do you think you can help me finish?" he asked, unsure of how to choose his words.

She raised an eyebrow while continuing to stroke. "What do you think I'm doing right now?"

"I mean, this will be a lot faster if you showed me something. I'm a very visual person, just like you. I'm used to seeing something adult-oriented."

"Watching me give you a handjob isn't visual enough?" she asked sharply. "You should be thankful that I'm even doing this."

Her hands continued to stroke. She knew this was almost finished and she wanted to keep this within its limits.

"I am thankful," he said. "All I'm saying is that this would be much faster. You always talk about how nudity isn't a big deal. It's kind of unfair that I'm the only one naked here."

She continued stroking his shaft in a very sensual way. She wanted to think before she spoke. Her hands suddenly stopped, and Zack was afraid that his over-aggressiveness stopped her.

"You're right," she replied. "I would be a hypocrite if I refused. You've always been so helpful to me, and I realize this is difficult and embarrassing for you to be my nude model."

Julia reached down and pulled her shirt up to the top of her chest, then she lifted up her bra, causing her breasts to hang down. It was the very first time Zack had seen them as an adult. They were curved on the bottom. Her areolas were wide and light brown. And her nipples were large and brown. Her large brown nipples hardened, either from exposure or arousal.

"Those are really nice, mom."

She put her hands on his cock again. "Thanks. I'm glad you like them. Your body is certainly showing its approval."

She gave his cock an extra hard squeeze and smiled. It was nice feeling the erection stiffen because of her breasts, she thought. She noticed that her son's eyes were glued to her chest as she jerked him off.

They lost track of time in their sexual moment. The real irony was that during the handjob she gave, Zack must have moved several times out of pleasure. She didn't want to say anything about that, or else it would ruin the mood. The mood is always important when it comes to making art.

"I'm close to cumming," he panted.

She smiled. "Finally. My arms are getting tired."

"Where should I do it?"

"Right where you are. I'll clean it up after."

The motion of her hands increased and she watched Zack's body tense. He came and it shot straight into the air. It made a real mess on the floor with each shot. Before long, her hands were covered with his cum, and much of it was still dripping.

She let go to grab some papers towels to wipe her hand clean. Then she put her breasts away. Finally, she grabbed some more paper towels to wipe Zack's penis. She tried to be professional about cleaning her son like this. It looked innocent and motherly the way she cleaned him.

There was one drop of cum left on his thigh, and surprisingly, she scooped it up with her finger and put it in her mouth. She sucked it down.

"You taste good," she smiled after pulling her finger out of her mouth. "Ready to continue?"

"Yeah, I am," he replied in disbelief over the fact that she ate his cum.

"Good. Now get back into the same position you were before this mess started."

Julia went back to her painting canvas and watched as Zack returned to position. She tried to act natural about it. She was a true professional, after all. She hid her emotions. As she picked up her brush to resume her work, she kept looking at her wet finger, which a moment ago had her son's cum before she sucked it away.

Later that night. She called Zack to come down the stairs for dinner. She made lasagna, which was one of his favorites. There were several other nice dishes as well. He came down promptly and they prepared to eat.

"This looks great," he said

"I hope so," she replied. "Tonight is a special occasion."

"Why? Because you finished all of your paintings?"

"Exactly. I couldn't have done it without you. This is my way of showing gratitude for what you've done for me."

She loved flattering him, even knowing how much he enjoyed getting that handjob earlier. That was more than enough to express her gratitude. To her, it was just something that needed to be done in order to get rid of that erection.

He took a big bite out of the food. "You didn't have to do this, but it's delicious."

"I insist," she replied. "Besides, I got off the phone with the gallery's art director a few hours ago. She told me that I'm invited to have a private dinner with some very influential figures in the art community. I'm talking about artists that I deeply admire. Can you believe it?"

Her eyes showed her excitement. A big smile grew on her face.

"That's awesome news, mom. I think those people are going to be amazed when they see all of those portraits you've made. Your collection is really something special."

She blushed. "You're too sweet. I certainly hope that they'll like my work. I'll be giving them a private showing of my artwork."

"I'm sure they'll be amazed."

"Hopefully. You aren't doing anything Friday late afternoon, are you?"

"What do you need?"

"Do you think you can help arrange my things at the gallery? It'll be closed to the public. Only the art director will be there. In the evening I'll present my collection to the guests, then I'll go have dinner with them at a nearby restaurant. So, would you mind?"

"Mom, of course I'll help. After posing nude for you, everything else is easy in comparison."

She stood up and gave him a big kiss on the cheek, which probably put tomato sauce on his face. She was certain her son wouldn't mind the feeling of grease on his face because who doesn't love kisses? Her lips are soft and loving. In a weird way she wondered if her son was becoming aroused again.

"I owe you another big favor for this," she smiled. "So that's two favors I owe you now."

With the amount of gratitude Julia had, the earlier handjob felt like nothing. She owed her son. She really wanted to pay him back. Already she had something in mind. The question was, would her son want it, and could she actually go through with it?

Friday. It was 5 pm in the evening. They were alone in the gallery while the art director was in the back office. They arranged all of the different paintings for display. It was astonishing to see the collection she had painted. There was an assortment of abstract and nude portraits which represented a wide array of people. It was their little secret that his naked image was on those walls.

Julia was dressed beautifully, wearing a lovely black dress with heels. Her hair was neatly done, and it was one of the rare occasions where she wore extra make-up. She wanted to look her very best for the private dinner, and she succeeded.

"This is incredible, mom," he said to her, as they continued looking at the paintings. "It all makes perfect sense now."

"I knew you'd understand."

Julia's eyes remained on her art display. She had never felt so proud in her career. It was an ambitious art project, featured in the prominent area of the large gallery. She once again looked over each nude portrait. She stopped at the final portrait, which was of her son.

"Do you really need to look at that one again?" he asked jokingly.

She turned to him and smiled, "Why not? That's my favorite portrait."

"Really? Why?"

"Because that day was special for me," she replied. "We made this painting together, as a team. It was an endearing moment for me. That's why I'll always be fond of it."

"Well, that was a special day for me also, but for a different reason though," he said without thinking.

She looked at him and tried to suppress her laughter. Zack blushed at his verbal blunder.

"So, you enjoyed the relief I provided you? Who would have thought?"

He shrugged like it was no big deal. "It was nice."

"Is that all?" she asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Okay fine, I really liked it. What did you expect? It's been a long time since I've been with a lady, and I thought you looked pretty sexy while you were painting me."

Neither of them could believe what had accidentally slipped out of his mouth. Julia sharpened her eyes.

"You think I look sexy when I paint?" she asked.

He sighed, "A little bit. Kind of. I guess so. Does that bother you?"

"Not really. I had an idea you were interested in me when your erection wouldn't go away. I realize that the whole taboo of being painted by your own mother can be quite arousing for college boys."

"What makes you say that?"

"I have a friend who has done artwork with her son," she replied. "They've painted each other nude, and let's just say that she's told me a few interesting stories which have resulted from their naked collaborations."

There was a slight grin on Julia's face. She was being purposefully coy about her thoughts on the situation.

"You seem open minded about all of this," he said.

"What else were you expecting?"

"I don't know. I assumed you would be more authoritative about anything regarding your work. When I had that erection that wouldn't go away, I never expected you to, you know, take care of that for me. I was really surprised, but in a good way."

She smiled, "Let me show you something. Follow me."

They went to the other side of the art gallery and she pointed to a painting done by another artist. The body was of a mature woman posing nude, but there was no face on it. The nude woman in the portrait struck an erotic pose.

"What did you want to show me?" he asked.

"Tell me what you think of the woman in this portrait?"

"I think she has a great body. Really, that's what I think."

"The woman in that painting is me," Julia replied. "My friend painted it a few weeks ago. So please don't think of me as some sort of prude. I'm not. I have a sexual side like anyone else."

She could tell just how stunned her son was about the nude painting. Zack's eyes went back to the painting, this time in disbelief.

The nude painting of Julia's body was done in vivid detail. Every curve, shape, and line on her body was clear. The image reflected her womanly figure and age; it even highlighted her brown nipples, down to the smallest detail.

"I think you have a really beautiful body," he gulped.

"Thank you."

As they looked at the nude painting together, Julia glanced at her son from the corner of her eye and wondered if he was becoming aroused. When she saw him adjust his clothes a little bit, around his crotch area, she knew what was going on.

"Is there a problem?" she asked with an eyebrow raised.

"I'm fine."

She looked down at his crotch. "You don't look fine. This is a classy art gallery. Walking around with an erection is generally frowned upon here. Don't you know that?"

Suddenly, the door to the backroom opened and the art director quickly walked towards their direction. The director a woman in her early 50's, and they hoped that their conversation hadn't been overheard.

"I'm terribly sorry," the art director said to Julia. "I have a personal emergency which I must tend to immediately."

"That's horrible," she replied. "Is everything going to be okay? Is there anything I can do for you?"

"It's nothing to worry about. Everything will be fine. But I need to take care of something briefly. Do you mind if I leave you two alone? I'll be back before the visitors arrive."

"That's no problem at all."

The art director smiled and quickly made her way to the door. "Great. I'll be back in half an hour."

Once the director left through the front door, Julia looked at her son with a sigh of relief.

"God, I thought we were toast," she said jokingly.

"So did I. That had me nervous."

She looked down at his crotch again. "Apparently nervousness doesn't affect your erections. Thank goodness she didn't look below and see your bulge."

Zack felt embarrassed when she pointed that out, and he adjusted his pants.

"Very funny. I think I better go now. I'll see you at home later."

"But I was going to introduce you to the guests, remember?" she said. "I've already told them about you."

"Really?"

"Tonight is supposed to be special. You're an important part of my success and I insist that you get credit for it."

"What about, you know, this," he replied, referring to his erection. "I guess I can go to the bathroom and take care of it."

Julia suddenly gave him a naughty look. "I still owe you two favors for everything you've done for me. I hope you haven't forgotten that."

She purposefully made her intentions vague, but she was sure that Zack was smart enough to figure out what she wanted.

"Do you mean what I think you mean?"

She nodded. "You've done so much for me and I couldn't have completed my art collection without the help of your beautiful naked body. So I'm willing to express my gratitude in any way that I possibly can."

Instantly, Zack reacted the way she had expected. She could practically see the hairs standing on his head.

"Are you sure?" he asked for confirmation.

"If I've offered, then I'm sure. This is a big decision and I gave it a lot of consideration."

"Okay," he replied. "If you're serious, then I wouldn't mind a little extra help. I know I've earned it."

"Of course."

With that said, Julia stepped closer to him. She could tell that he was nervous, and she was nervous too. Without a hint of warning, she got down on her knees, lifting her black dress so it wouldn't get dirty around her knees. She wondered what Zack must have thought of her in this position.

"What are you doing?" he asked. "I mean, right here? People could see us through the front window. Or someone might walk in."

"Relax. There's a big art display right behind you, which is blocking the people outside from seeing us. Besides, we still have thirty minutes alone. Well, less than thirty minutes now. We better make this quick, assuming you're still interested."

He immediately nodded. "Yes, yes. I'm interested. You bet I am."

Julia focused her attention on Zack's crotch and unzipped his pants and pulled them down to his ankles, along with his underwear. That beautiful cock was now directly in front of her face. It was hers once again. She took a moment to gaze at it. The real piece of artwork in this gallery, she thought. How she wished it could be placed on display for the art community to admire.

Her fingers wrapped around it, making it twitch, and she gave it a few strokes. The cock went to full attention in her hands, stiffening with each rub.

Instead of a boring handjob, she upped the ante by taking her son's penis into her mouth. There was plenty of saliva in her mouth and she knew that Zack loved the feeling of her warmth. Her suction was airtight. Her head bobbed back and forth with her lips wrapped around his dick.

She loved hearing him moan. It was the best of both worlds. She got to be in the art gallery, with her display ready, the culmination of all her hard work. And she got to please her son too. All she hoped was that no one outside took a closer look at the window and peeked around, otherwise they'd be seeing a mother on her knees, in a nice black dress, getting a real mouthful from her son.

The danger of that really aroused her even more.

This was much more intense than giving a handjob. This was beyond personal. This was something that neither of them could ever forget. She felt her pussy becoming wetter with each suck she gave. The art gallery was silent except for the sounds of her slurping and making suction noises with her mouth.

How she wanted to reach down and play with herself.

"Wait," he said, causing his mother to stop. "Do you think we could go a little further? You still owe me another favor right?"

She raised an eyebrow, then spit the cock out. "What exactly did you have in mind?"

"What do you think?" he smiled suggestively.

Julia knew exactly what her son was implying. Frankly, he deserved it for all his help over the years. He practically saved this art show with his nude modeling and he deserved to be rewarded for that. Equally as important, her pussy was aching for pleasure. She could certainly use a hot fuck from her son.

She thought for a moment. "It would probably make this whole process a little faster. People will be arriving here soon. Make it quick, okay?"

To his surprise, it worked. Julia stood up and pulled her panties down to her ankles, then she took them off. She turned around and got down on her hands and knees, lifting up her dress from behind to show her ass. She then wiggled her backside to tease him. She wanted it doggy style.

"Well?" she said from the prone position. "I'm waiting. We don't have all night."

He quickly got down on his knees, right behind her ass. He wasted no time spreading her backside to get a clear view of mom's little brown anus and pink pussy. There were plenty of pubic hairs around her vaginal area. Her pussy was soaking wet, which only meant that she enjoyed sucking cock in the empty art gallery just a few moments ago.

When the tip of his cock pressed against her labia, Julia held her body still so that her son could enter. The cock penetrated her pussy and she moaned. She knew her pussy was warm and tight and she knew her son would love the feeling. The penetration caused her fingers to grip the floor and her toes to curl.

She could feel her son's cock throb inside of her. It was raging hard. She still couldn't believe that any of this was actually happening. Not only did she allow her son to fuck her from behind, in an art gallery of all places, but deep down she knew she was enjoying it even more than Zack was. She moaned louder and louder with each thrust from her son. Thankfully they were alone for the moment, so she could be as loud as she wanted.

"Looks like you have your own talents," she said in a low voice while her son went even faster. "Your cock is a real star."

Zack's hands squeezed her hips tightly as they had sex. She pushed back against his thrusts as well. Before long, the art gallery was filled with the lewd noises of his crotch slapping against her round ass. Her loud moans soon became grunts of sexual pleasure. Her neatly done hair was soon waving back and forth from their unholy sexual coupling.

While they were in the midst of their intense sexual passion, she remembered that they had to stay in a certain position to avoid people on the street from seeing them. She was facing the wall, so she couldn't tell if anyone was watching outside. Her son didn't seem to care. Zack was too focused on fucking her.

"Keep... an eye out..." she hissed. "Oh fuck! People might see us from the street."

That only made Zack fuck harder. "Mom... we're making art in here."

The very notion that this was 'art' was amusing to Julia, yet she couldn't argue with that logic. Getting fucked like this felt beautiful. It was the ultimate act of love from her son, wasn't it?

She let go of all her fears and emotions and just enjoyed the feeling of her pussy being ravished.

"Just like that!" she cried. "That feels so good... ohh... I need this so bad. I'm almost there."

She simply couldn't resist. Despite all this, it was never her intention to let her son know just how much she was loving this. But it slipped. She knew it added fuel to his fire. She felt Zack's cock continue to throb inside of her and she was being fucked even harder.

When Zack reached down with one hand and rubbed her clitoris and wet pussy, that was it, she cried out loud. The fingers moved in a circular motion around her clitoris and depraved sounds escaped her lips. She made whimpering sounds. Could this really be the last time they ever did anything sexual? It felt so wrong, yet so perfectly natural.

"I think I'm going to burst," she whispered, while her body was rocking back and forth.

She pressed her face against the floor and cried for him to continue thrusting and rubbing her clit. Her back arched upwards and her muscles stiffened. A rush of fluids gushed from her vagina as the pressure reached its peak. She screamed at the top of her lungs and was thankful that the gallery was empty.

"Oh fuck, I need to cum," Zack said, still pounding away.

It wasn't long until Julia felt her pussy being flooded by her son's cum. The thrusts continued until several loads shot inside of her until there was nothing left; then she felt the cock slowly turn soft inside of her, which let her know that her son was satisfied like she was.

"Oh god," he groaned. "I can't believe we just did that."

Julia stood up, letting Zack's flaccid wet cock plop out of her spent vagina. She didn't bother to clean herself, she simply put her panties back on and adjusted her black dress.

"I can't believe it either," she replied, still breathing heavily. "But I'm glad we did it."

She reached in her purse and grabbed a few pieces of tissue and handed them to her son, so he could wipe himself clean. When Zack cleaned himself, he pulled his pants back up and threw away the tissue.

"Can we do that again sometime?" he asked shyly, straightening his clothes.

She finished fixing her clothes too. "Look, mister, what we did just now was a favor and a courtesy. I... wait... shhh... I think someone's coming."

They heard the front door being unlocked and then opened. It was the art director, who returned to the gallery earlier than expected. They suddenly became fearful that they had been caught.

"My deepest apologies," the art director said to Julia. "Everything is sorted out now. Sorry for leaving you two alone."

There was a slight awkwardness coming from the art director, which was most unusual.

"No worries," Julia replied. "Things happen. I'm glad everything is okay."

"The guests will be arriving soon. Your art display looks fabulous. It's one of the best I've ever seen."

Julia wrapped her arm around Zack. "Thank you. I couldn't have done it without the help of my son."

The art director's face nearly became flush. "Oh, this young man is your son?"

"Yes, he is," she proudly replied.

"Oh, I assumed he was a model. If you'll excuse me, I need to take care of some last minute things in my office."

With that said, the art director quickly walked passed them and went back to her office, closing the door.

"Do you think she saw us from outside?" Zack asked.

Julia suddenly froze. "Oh my god. Oh my god. She might have seen us having sex. It would explain her odd behavior. She's never acted like that before. Now she knows that I've fucked my own son. Maybe she saw me sucking your dick. Oh my god."

Before they could further discuss the situation, the front door to the art gallery opened and a small group of well-dressed people entered. They were the people Julia was meeting with. There was friendly banter. All of them came over to shake her hand, and they shook Zack's hand as well.

Julia switched to professional-mode and proudly presented her art collection and nude portraits to them, and they were all amazed. They loved her work. She beamed with pride. But in the back of her mind, there was a keen awareness that her son's cum was dripping into her expensive panties while she was talking to the group of people.

Before they left for dinner, a small trickle of cum ran down her leg. There was only a brief second when everyone's attention was turned, and she reached underneath her dress to wipe the runaway drip of cum, and she licked it off her fingers. With the evidence gone, she went back to the conversations.

511 Mom's Oral Servitude

HeyAll

I was absolutely heartbroken at the time.

My fiancee had recently left me just as we were about to move in together after college. It literally came out of nowhere. One minute she couldn't stop telling me how much we were perfect for each other, the next, she still needed space to find out who she is as a person (whatever that means) before should could settle down with someone.

So, we parted ways, and since I didn't want to move to a house that she had picked for us, I took up my mother's offer to stay with her for a little while. And frankly, I didn't mind doing that since I've always considered my mom and my sister to be some of my closest friends.

Now let me tell you a little bit more about them first:

My mother is a successful middle-aged woman. She's smart, classy, and outgoing, with natural curves to her voluptuous body that leaves no shortage of men gawking at her whenever she goes out. She's always had a somewhat decent career as a writer, but once she ventured in the realm of romance novels, her modest income grew to a small fortune thanks to her several best-sellers.

As for my 19 year old sister, Becky, she can be a real hand full. Growing up with her, there was nothing she loved more than partying and flirting with boys. She was thin, popular, stylish, and was on the cheerleading team. She was that kind of girl. Anything she wanted, she got. Ironically enough, as much as she loved her independence, she turned out to be a real momma's girl once she got older. She didn't want to move out of the house like I did and instead chose to live with our mother to attend a local college.

Sure they were always very close, but it wasn't until I moved back in with them that I realized how much things had actually changed.

Mom's Oral Servitude

"Oh, my poor boy," mom sighed as she greeted me at the door with a suffocating hug.

"I'm okay mom. I'm okay," I tried telling her. "You're overreacting. I'm fine."

She leaned back and gave me a loving smile. "I guess you're right. I probably am overreacting. You're a young man now, but my maternal instincts will always be there. You know that."

"At least I'll always have someone to spoil and pamper me when I need it. No one does that better than you."

"Very funny," she replied, slapping my arm. "I'm just glad to see that you're doing well. You know, your sister and I never did like that fiancee of yours. Trust me, us women are much better judges of other women than men are. So if you want my advice, make sure you get Becky's opinion and mine before you commit to anyone else in the future. I don't want to see you get hurt again."

"You got it mom," I smiled. "Speaking of which, where is that little brat? She always comes to greet me whenever I arrive home. I could use an extra hand carrying my luggage and it's fun bossing her around."

She gave me a playful wink. "She's been excited to see you all week, and I'll let her know that you said that. I'm sure she would be thrilled that you called her a 'brat'. But she isn't home right now. She's interning at a fashion design company for her summer break. She'll be back soon, just in time for a special dinner and dessert I'm making. Now let's get you settled back into your old room."

I did a lot of reminiscing that night. It felt wonderful to be home again and not having to think about how long I could stay. We had a fun family evening filled with laughing and conversations. It's always great to be around people you love, especially after a bad break-up.

But unfortunately, it also turned out to be one of those nights where it was hot, I couldn't sleep, it was humid, along with plenty of tossing turning in bed, ect...

I was pretty far from being able to sleep despite the long day and it being late at night, so I got up and headed down the stairs for a cup of water.

Then suddenly, I heard it:

"Oh god..."

'What the heck was that' I thought to myself. Anyone with half a brain could have figured out that it was a female voice moaning in sexual pleasure. And if I didn't know any better, it sounded like Becky. Maybe that horny little brat was watching porn or something in the living room (which seemed like something she would do). And hopefully, that moan was from a woman who just sounded like her on the television.

"Oh god...mom..."

'Okay, that was DEFINITELY Becky,' I thought again. And why the heck would she be moaning out the word 'mom'.

When I took another step down the stairs, I found out why: My sister was sitting on the couch with only her pajama top on, and she was completely bare from the waist down with her legs spread wide open and her feet up in the air. What was even more jaw dropping was that our mother was on her knees performing oral sex on her!

My heart pounded furiously and I was absolutely stunned. I watched as Becky ran her fingers through our mom's hair, as our mom pressed her lips tightly against Becky's labia, doing all sorts of sexually explicit things with her mouth and tongue. Seeing a mother/daughter coupling is one thing, but having that actual mother be your own mom, and that daughter be your own sister, certainly adds a new dimension to things.

I didn't know what to think or feel and my mind was spinning like a roulette of emotions. Was I supposed to be angry? Was I supposed to be disgusted? Am I wrong for becoming aroused by the sight of incest?

Becky's feet started to shake in the air and her legs began to tremble. Her moans became louder and it was obvious that she was on the verge of an orgasm. I obviously didn't want to get caught, so I quietly went back to room and did the only thing I could do that point- take care of my erection.

I had just finished breakfast in the dining room when my mother came to greet me after having taken a shower. She looked refreshed, and she wore a loose blouse as she normally does. Becky was at her internship again so my mom and I were home alone.

"Good morning," she said in her usual cheerful self. "Did you sleep well? I bet it feels great to sleep in your old bed again doesn't it?"

"You're right about that mom," I replied. "It's good to be back."

"What's the matter? You seem a little distracted by something. Are you still upset about your break-up? It's always important to talk about your feelings as a way to cope, and to eventually recover. So now that we're alone and you're settled in nicely, you can talk to me about anything."

"I don't know if that's a good idea right now."

She sat down across from me on the dining table and gave me a concerned look. "I'm your mother. If you can't open up to me and trust me, then something is wrong in our relationship. You know how much I think honesty and being open is the most important part of making a family work. So please, if there's anything you need, or anything you want to get off your chest, I'm here..."

I mustered up my courage and replied, "Okay, there's something I want to talk about, but it's not about my break-up. Late last night when I went downstairs, I saw you and Becky...you know... strolling down the sapphic side if you know what I mean. I'm not judging or anything, but I'm still pretty shocked to say the least."

"Oh god..." she gasped to herself. "I...I'm so sorry you had to see that. I...I don't know what to say..."

"Weren't you saying something about the importance of honesty and being open to make a family work?"

"This is different..."

"How so?"

She sighed, "It's a long story. And I'd hate to bore you with it."

"First of all, there's no way that a story of why you were going down on Becky could be boring. Secondly, we've got nothing but time around here. I can't think of anything better to do."

She took a deep breath. "Here it goes, but first, I need to give you a little backstory on how this all came about: It started on my 20th birthday nearly thirty years ago. My mother had passed away a few weeks prior and my father was still grieving. As difficult as it was for me, it was even worse for him. He became so lonely and depressed. I tried my best to cheer him up, but nothing ever worked. Like I said, it was my birthday, and I just wanted us to have one day in that period of time where we could be happy together. Now, this is where the story gets a little dirty."

"Mom, I'm an adult. So I can handle an adult story. And frankly, this does sound kind of interesting. I never knew this about gramps."

"Good. So I'll get straight to the point; I used to spy on my parents having sex. Keep in mind that this was almost 30 years ago and it was a much different generation. We didn't have cable tv and sex was still a very taboo thing. I was 18 when I first started watching them. At that age, I knew what sex was and what it looked like. But what fascinated me the most was seeing my mother use her mouth on him. I had no idea that was even an acceptable practice, let alone seeing it done that often. My dad loved it, and my mom seemed to love doing it as much as he loved receiving. She used her mouth on him more times than they had sex. Anyway, on my 20th birthday, I decided to take care of my father orally to make him feel better."

"Grandpa?" I questioned. "Now when you say you took care of him 'orally', do you mean 'orally' orally? Or is there another meaning for 'oral' that I don't know about?"

My mother made a round shape with her fingers, an O-shape with her lips, and then she stroked her fingers in front of her mouth to simulate oral sex.

"Is that clear enough for you? Your grandpa loves his blowjobs. All men do. What, and you don't?"

"Okay okay, I get the picture," I replied, holding in my laughter from the humorous image she made. "So now that we've got that settled, please continue your story."

"Well, to put it bluntly, I gave my own father a blowjob to make him feel better. And it worked. I sat down and gave him a hug. Then I told him how much I loved him and how much I wanted to see him happy again. I told him that I could never replace mom, but that I wouldn't mind doing some of the things she did around the house; and that included cooking, cleaning, and sucking cock. He didn't try to fight or stop me when I unzipped his pants to free his manhood. In fact, he was hard as a rock at that point. The blowjob I gave him was my first time ever doing it. And it certainly wasn't my last with him. He sorely needed relief and I gladly gave it to him."

"Oh my..." I gasped. "You weren't kidding when you said it was a dirty story. Jeez."

She smiled, "Maybe you should try reading some of my romance novels. Some of the stuff I write about is actually based on fact, from either my own life experience, or from what other people tell me. I'm not a best-selling-author for nothing."

"Maybe I should. I'm starting to feel like I'm missing out on some truly hot stuff."

"You'd be amazed," she grinned.

"So I'm assuming there's more to this story with you and grandpa right?" I asked. "I mean, there has to be more. Plus it's fascinating to hear this about you and him in some very strange way."

"Of course there's more. But we're talking close to thirty years of experience, so I'll give you a brief summary: After that day, we never stopped doing sexual things together. Neither of us wanted to stop. We never had sex in the literal sense, but I used my mouth on him regularly. He 'trained' me, and I became orally subservient to him. He taught me to suck, use my tongue, and to use my hand. I swallowed every drop that he produced, but that's something that someone has to accept on their own. Even when I became my own woman with my own life and career, my mouth was still his, and I loved that. He got a blowjob from me anytime he wanted. Even to this day, when I go to visit him, I cook, clean, and suck cock- just like I promised."

"Jeez...Now I can see why you've made so much money writing romance novels. You really know how to tell a story. And hearing this about you and your dad...I really don't know what to say. I don't even know what I'm feeling right now...It's...It's..."

"Erotic?"

I agreed. "Yeah, I'd say that erotic is the right word to describe this. I'm even starting to become...you know..."

"Well then you better go to bathroom and handle it," she smiled. "I'm sure at this age you're an expert in masturbation by now."

"True. But seriously though, how did it start with Becky? Does she know about you and grandpa?"

"She knows," mom replied. "I told her after the first time I gave her oral sex on prom night. She was 18 at the time. You were away at college, and contrary to what she told you about having a blast at prom, she actually came home in tears. I'll spare you the details, but her date turned out to be a real disaster. I tried my best to comfort her, and I resorted to the only way I knew how- my mouth. I'm not proud of it, but it worked. The results don't lie. I basically hugged her, kissed her check, lifted her dress and worked my magic while underneath. She went from sadness to pleasure in no time. Like I said, I'm not proud of it, but I couldn't stand the sight of my little princess sobbing because some asshole broke her heart. There's no handbook on what to do in these types of situations."

"And you two have continued it ever since...it all makes sense now. Growing up, she couldn't stop talking about how she wanted to move out when she was old enough so that she could finally be on her own and not have anyone tell her what to do. Then all of a sudden she decides to go to a local college and became a real momma's girl the way she's always hanging around you."

She shrugged. "What can I say? Your sister has a way of getting what she wants. If I didn't give her what she wanted, she would show me her pouty lips and puppy dog eyes. And before I knew it, I found myself becoming orally subservient to another person in my immediate family. I can't say that I mind though. Your sister is obviously a very beautiful young woman with a great body. And she occasionally returns the favor if she's in the right mood."

"I'm speechless. Just speechless," I proclaimed. "I mean, of all the thoughts swirling through my head since last night, the last thing I would have ever expected was to find out all this."

"Well I am a novelist remember? Telling long stories is what I do. And you deserved to hear a full and honest account of the truth after what you saw. And I'm sure I've left you with more questions than answers."

"You bet I have more questions; like why I didn't get the same treatment that grandpa and Becky got," I blurted out as a joke before realizing what it fully meant.

There was a slight awkwardness in the room as my mother just stared at me and I tried to figure out a way to walk back what I had just said.

My mother grinned, "Sooo...you want the same treatment that your grandpa and sister got huh? Is it jealousy? Or maybe you're curious about my oral talents? Perhaps both?"

"It's not what I...I uh...I didn't mean it like that..." I stammered.

"It's okay honey. Really, it is. I can understand if you're feeling a little left out, and frankly..."

Ring! Ring!

"Hold on a sec, I'm expecting an important call from my agent," she said, looking at her phone.

"Hello...uh huh...uh huh...Okay, great! I'll be there in an hour. See you then. Okay. Bye."

She smiled at me as she closed her phone. "I'm sorry for having to cut this conversation short, but I've got a meeting with people from the publishing company regarding a new book I'm working on."

"But we'll get to continue this conversation later right? It's too important not to," I quickly said before she got up to leave.

"Sure, of course we will sweetie. When the time is right..."

I was on my computer late that night before going to bed. It had been another typical night with my family as if nothing was out of the ordinary. We had dinner, talked, and laughed that evening as we always did. And unfortunately, I didn't have another chance for private time with my mother.

knock* *knock*

"Come in," I said.

In walked my sister, dressed in a pair of pajamas like the night before. She didn't need any further invitation as she stepped inside my room and sat down on my bed.

"Don't worry, mom and her big udders are fast asleep, so we can talk freely here. I'd be fast asleep too if I had to listen to your boring dribble all day," she said.

"Thanks sis. Did you come here to insult me? Because if you did, you've succeeded and you can go back to your room now," I replied.

Becky rolled her eyes. "I'm joking you dolt. Anyway, I just wanted some alone time with my big brother. I'm sorry for your break up and you deserve a lot better than that cunt who dumped you. I never did like her you know."

"I know. I really should have listened to you and mom when both of you warned me about her. From now on, I won't make any commitments without both of your approvals. I've learned my lesson about not listening to the two most important women in my life."

"Do you really mean it?" she asked with an eyebrow raised. "Mom and I get final approval on whoever you date? Does that include making recommendations?"

"Why not? Despite your questionable intelligence and obvious lack of any real talent, you always did know a thing or two about relationships. And if I'm not mistaken, you've still got a great reputation for knowing a thing or two about sex."

She flashed her signature pouty lips. "If you're going to be rude to me, then you can kiss my recommendation goodbye. It just so happens that I know a girl who's been dying to be your fuck buddy with no strings attached."

"Whoa whoa whoa. I was just kidding sis. So who is it? One of your hot cheerleader friends? Jenny? Sarah? Anne!? I heard Anne she sucks the best cock in the west coast."

"Promise you won't laugh or be upset?" she asked.

"Promise."

"Her name is Becky," she stated.

"Becky?" I replied. "A new friend I don't know about? I don't think I've ever seen a Becky on your Facebook page."

"I'm talking about me dummy," she said with a hint of excitement. "I could be your fuck buddy. I could suck and fuck you better than that bitch you almost married ever could. Trust me on that big brother."

"What the--"

"You promised you wouldn't be upset remember?" she said in reminder.

I took a deep breath and collected my thoughts. "I know. But can you blame me for being a little, you know, surprised by what you just offered? I mean jeez, you're my younger sister and..."

"...And I'm also great at sex," she said, cutting me off. "Come on, you know full well about my reputation. I have the best body, the best pussy, and I give the best blowjobs in California. I can even suck cock better than that slut Anne."

"You're calling her a slut after what you just said about yourself?"

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever. The point is, I've been attracted to you for some time. You're single, heart-broken, handsome, and most importantly, we live in the same house now. Brother or not, that sounds like a great freaking deal for the both of us. And you'd be crazy not to agree."

"Sex always sounds like a great deal to me. But you're my..."

She suddenly stood up with attitude and said, "I'm getting naked, and if you want to throw me out, then throw me out. But if not, then I intend on getting fucked tonight. It's your call..."

I should have stopped her right then and there when she started unbuttoning her pajama top, but I couldn't. I just froze at the sight of my hot young sister removing her top to reveal her thin upper body, with its small upturned breasts and light pink nipples. I was also surprised to see that her nipples were pierced. She then pulled her pants down to reveal her equally thin legs, which were long and slender. Her crotch was cleanly shaven and her light brown labia was visible.

She put her hands on her hips and said, "Well so far you aren't stopping me. So I take it you like what you see."

"Those are some great tits Becky- really perky. And those nipple rings are a nice touch."

"You don't sound so excited."

"Okay fine. You're really really sexy," I admitted.

"Sexier than your ex-fiancee?" she asked in a girly voice.

I sighed, "Yes. Honestly, you're a lot sexier than she is. You've got a really great body and I've always loved your attitude and demeanor. Happy now?"

She had a look face as if she won the competition. "Yep. I'm happy to know that you think I'm hotter than she is. But I'm still curious to know how much better I am in the sack. That's the most important thing in any loving relationship right?"

"Whoa...Becky...let's think about this for a sec..."

"Nonsense," she replied. "There's nothing else to think about. So tell me, what's the one thing that you fantasize about sexually that your ex refused to do for you? And I won't leave unless you tell me. So what is it? Deep throat? Anal? Foot jobs?"

"I don't have much of a choice do I?" I replied.

She shook her head. "None at all."

"Well, I've always wanted to try anal, but she was never interested in that."

A big grin appeared on Becky's face. "I never would have guessed that my up tight, college educated, big brother has always wanted to fuck an asshole. That can be arranged though. Now all we need to do is get your clothes off."

There was no point in putting up a fight as my sister reached over to pull down the bottom of my shorts. I didn't resist and instead I stood up so that my sister could remove my shorts along with my underwear, leaving me naked from the waist down, while I pulled off my t-shirt to get fully naked.

"Holy goddamn shit," she gasped. "I can't believe that my brother is this fucking hung."

"Well I am this big, deal with it," I stated.

"I bet you must have a bad case of erectile dysfunction or something- either that or you're a premature ejaculator, because there's no way that a cock that big can still be able to function properly- at least not that I've ever seen."

"What's the matter, there wasn't anyone on the entire football team you banged who had a big cock and was able to use it right?"

"I'm more of a see-it-to-believe it type girl," she before spitting on the palm of her hand. "Now let's see how good that cock of yours can actually perform. Have a seat on your bed."

She reached down and grabbed my cock with her saliva covered hand the moment I sat down. She gripped me tightly and started stroking. And when she needed more 'lube', she simply spit more saliva onto my cock.

"Well here goes nothing," she said as she climbed on top of me in my direction.

She clasped both hands around my neck and I held her body tight with my arms. She then reached down with one hand to hold my cock up as she lowered herself. And when the tip of my erection touched the ring of her anus, she lowered herself even further.

"God...my asshole is really getting stretched here," she moaned. "Uhh...I can handle it though..."

"Are you a virgin in that hole?" I moaned after feeling her tightness.

Once her anus loosened up, she slid herself down even further, taking in a few inches of my cock up her ass.

"Not unless you count mom's big dildo."

"Did I just hear that right?"

She grinned as she started slowly gyrating her hips. "You heard that right...ugh...oh god...mom told me that you know about her oral servitude...ugh...but she's also been fucking me with her toys...oh god this feels good..."

Her eyes looked like they were about to roll back. She felt incredibly tight and warm around my throbbing cock. And hearing her admit that she's been doing even more things with mom made me even more aroused than I already was.

With both of her hands wrapped around the back of my neck to hold herself up, I moved my hands around her ass so I could push even harder inside of her body.

"Oh my god...oh my god! Fuck me!" she cried. "Fuck my asshole."

We looked each other straight in the eyes as we continued fucking for the next several minutes. The taboo of having passionate and hot sex with my younger sister was a surreal experience. And soon, it drove me to edge of having a nuclear orgasm.

"Oh shit...I'm about to cum in your ass Becky..." I groaned without shame.

"Wait...not yet..." she hissed. "Don't you dare..."

Becky reached down with one hand and furiously rubbed her clit as if her life depended on it. Her eyes rolled back and I quickly found out why she didn't want me to cum inside her yet; a sharp stream of fluids rushed out of her vagina and squirted all over my chest. Every muscle in her body became tense and she had a powerful orgasm.

I didn't hold back either as I shot a huge load of my cum inside of my sister's ass.

"Oh fuck..." I said in a daze. "I can't believe we just did that."

We were still breathing heavily on each other and we still held each other tight, with her on my lap.

"Believe it. And you can be sure that we'll be doing this a lot more often. I haven't been fucked like that since forever. God...all this time I had been missing out..."

My sister then climbed off of me and turned to walk away.

"Thanks for leaving this mess behind," I said, referring to her squirt all over my chest.

Without missing a beat, she turned back around, bent down, and licked and sucked her fluids off of my body. My room was filled the sound of her slurping mouth.

"There you go. All clean. Now go the fuck to sleep."

She winked, blew me a kiss, and picked up her pajamas off the floor before walking ass naked down the hall towards her room.

I was still reeling from the night before after having fucked my sister up the ass. My head was spinning and I felt exhausted from what was honestly one of the best sexual experiences of my life. As I sat down in the living room after breakfast, I almost wanted to laugh at the thought that I was becoming some sort of incest aficionado around here with all that's been going on with our family.

But I didn't have much time to reflect on that as my mother came down the stairs to the living room. It was the same scene as the day before, where she came fresh out of the shower wearing a silk blouse looking elegant as always.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you look much more tranquil than yesterday," my mother said with a bright look on her face as she sat down.

"Well actually I do feel a lot better- much more relaxed," I smiled back.

"So how did you enjoy Becky last night?"

I paused and it was obvious that my mother knew about that sexual encounter all along.

"You knew?"

"Of course I knew, it was my idea," she replied. "Becky used to go on-and-on about how much she missed having you around and how big of a mistake you were making by getting engaged to that other person. One day, while I was in the middle of servicing her, she accidentally moaned your name. She eventually had to admit afterwards that she would occasionally close her eyes and fantasize that it was you going down on her instead of me."

"Things just keep getting stranger and stranger around here. I mean, Becky and I have always had a close relationship, but up until last night, I had no idea she felt that way about me. And I've got to admit, as odd as it was having sex with my own sister, I actually loved it."

My mother looked as if she wanted to hold back her laughter. "Welcome to the club mister. Your sister has that effect on a lot of people. She's irresistible. She's got the looks, the charm, you name it. And she's great in bed. Over time, it didn't bother me anymore that she was my daughter when we would fool around together."

"Figures. She's really got a tenacious and enthusiastic personality which I think is really hot. And you're right, she's great in bed. I can't remember the last time I've had sex that wild."

"You don't know the half of it," she smiled. "The sexual relationship I developed with my father is tame compared to what Beck and I do together."

"You mean you've gone further than what you've already told me? More than using your mouth on her, or a sexy toy up her ass?"

"That's only the half of it," she said with a sense of self-reflection. "You see, we've sort of been living a very naturist lifestyle since we became more casual with this."

"You and Becky live as nudists?" I asked bluntly.

She nodded. "Only in the past few months. It used to be that I would simply take care of her needs and that would be the end of it. But it eventually escalated to the point where we would take showers together and sleep in the same bed. She pointed out that we might as well live as nudists since we were always naked around each other anyway, and the rest is history. She still sleeps in my bed, but since you came back, I asked her to sleep in her room again because I was kind of hoping that we would keep this away from you. I wasn't sure how you would react to the idea of your mother and sister having an intimate sexual relationship with each other."

"I understand," I replied. "Obviously I got the surprise of my life when I saw you and Becky together the other night, but I get it now. These things happen. Plus as you've already mentioned, Becky is irresistible. That girl always gets what she wants."

"And you sodomized her last night. So now you definitely can't be mad at us," my mother said with a giggle.

"That too. Speaking of which, how did that whole dildo up the ass thing come about? I was a shocked as heck when she said that, and frankly, I thought it was kind of hot."

"If you're that curious about it, she found it in my bedroom drawer while snooping through my stuff. She wouldn't stop teasing me about all of the sex toys and vibrators I own- hey, I'm a romance novelist and I use them for inspiration. Anyway, she insisted that I demonstrate one of the toys on her. And after several days of non-stop badgering, I finally said that the only thing I would do for her is to use the large dildo up her ass, and she agreed!"

We both burst into laughter over my sister's over-eagerness.

"Well that's Becky for you," I joked. "She's always up for anything. But I have to ask, has she ever done anything to you with one of yours toys? It's hard to believe that it's a one way street with you doing all the work and her receiving all the pleasure."

She paused for a moment and took a deep breath. "Sure, she's done stuff to me. In addition to her occasionally giving me oral, she's also started using the vibrator on me. And since she's probably going to tell you this anyway, she used to use my vibrator or dildo in my vagina and have me close my eyes and picture that it was you screwing me. And you know what, it worked. My sex life has always been fulfilling, but that was something new. The idea of my own son screwing me was a taboo that I had never fully thought about until she did it, and it was the first time in my life that I had ever squirted. It was that intense."

"I can't say that I'm that surprised, I've always known you had the hots for me," I joked to lighten the mood.

"Oh come on, don't act like you've never thought about me that way when you touch yourself. Admit it, you have, haven't you?"

"You know, I'm getting kind of hungry right about now. How about I go out and get us some lunch?"

"Don't change the subject young man," she said sternly. "After everything I've told you these past two days, I expect just a little bit of honesty from you."

I sighed, "Fine. I have. You're right. I may have thought about you once or twice in my life. I mean, look at you. You're beautiful and you've got great big tits and a beautiful rear end. That's why I was never thrilled whenever you wanted to visit me on campus, because everyone used to tease me about what a hot milf of a mother I had."

"Once or twice?" she smiled. "Is that all?"

I sighed again, "I guess I've done it a little more than that. Okay...a lot. Growing up, when my best friend used to brag about how he was able to spy on his neighbors having sex, I used to brag that I saw you naked a couple of times when you left your bedroom door slightly open. And of course he got really jealous about that. I think it's fair to say that the thought of your naked body helped relieve a lot of lonely nights when I was younger. There, now we're even on the honesty part."

"Good. I'm glad we got everything out there so that we can become a much more open, normal, and honest family. It's all part of a healthy dialogue."

"Well, aside from the incest part, we're a pretty open and honest family all right. And why do I get the feeling that you aren't surprised hearing me admit this to you."

My mother gave me a calculating look. "If you had ever bothered to read any of my books, you would know that I've delved into the world of incest quite a few times. And I may have interviewed a few guys your age after that incident with Becky. And they may have admitted to fantasizing about their mothers at one time or another. And their real life stories may have been incorporated in my literary work."

"Figures. So where does that leave us? Do we just forget about this whole thing and live as a normal family now?"

"I don't see how we can," she replied. "None of us seem to object to this lifestyle or anything we've done, or anything I've told you. So why not enjoy it? We all love each other and we've got a good thing going if you ask me."

"As odd as this is, I guess I'd have to agree. But the only thing that's yet to happen is..."

"Me servicing you orally?" she asked in a playful tone. "And of course, you haven't seen me naked in quite a while. Is that what you were going to say?"

"You know, I can't remember what I was going to say. But I think I like your answer better," I joked.

She laughed and casually got down on her knees in front of me. "Then I guess it's settled. You're about to officially become the third member of my immediate family which I have to serve orally. And truthfully, I don't mind that at all. I always aim to please."

Just as she put her hands on the top of my shorts, the sound of door knob unlocking echoed in the room. The front door of our house swung open and it was BECKY back from her internship.

"You're starting without me?!" Becky exclaimed.

"And you're home early," mom quipped.

She gave us both a snotty look. "It's hard to concentrate on doing stuff with a sore asshole ya know...Besides, I just had to be around when my mom and big brother finally got together, so I asked if I could leave early. And by the looks of things, I'm right on time."

My mother then turned her attention towards me. "Are you still comfortable with this? Do you still want to continue with your sister watching?"

"I don't see why not. After what you two have been doing together, and with what me and Becky did last night, it seems like there's nothing left to hide here."

"Great!" my sister exclaimed. "Now let's get naked already! It's been really uncomfortable these past 24 hours having to wear clothes around the house after getting used to being naked."

Becky was the first to undress. She shut the door, and quickly stripped away each layer of her expensive fashionable clothes as my mother and I watched her get undressed in record time.

"So who's next?" she asked with her hands on her hips. "I'm starting to feel a little duped here being the only one naked far. So someone else better strip, and fast!"

"Okay, I'll go next," my mother said. "And Becky's right, with this hot weather, I'm so glad to finally get to roam around this house naked again."

Mom stood up in front of me, and in one graceful movement, she pulled her blouse overhead and stood completely nude.

I was in awe of her womanly body. Her breasts were large and full. They were long and hung down to the top of her stomach. Her light brown areolas were incredibly wide and her dark brown nipples were also pretty large. My eyes made their way down to her mid-section and legs, and I marveled at the curves around her hips and thighs, as well as her neatly trimmed bush.

"Does this bring back pleasant memories for you?" she asked proudly.

"It's better than what I remember," I honestly stated. "I think you're fucking sexy as hell mom. It's one thing to get a glimpse of you naked from across the room, but seeing you like this, up close- wow. You're stunning and you've got me rock hard right now."

"Thank you. That's sweet of you to say."

Becky came over and stood next to mom. "It's your turn now. Mom didn't believe me about your cock, so I guess you better show her."

I stood up and pulled off my t-shirt. And in one swift motion, I yanked my shorts and my underwear down to the floor, and stood completely naked for my mother and sister to see.

"Oh gosh," my mother gasped with her eyes wide open. "All I can say is that you definitely got your endowment from my side of the family and not your fathers. Wow."

"NOW do you believe me mom?" Becky quipped. "I told you I wasn't pretending when you saw me limping this morning. That THING was actually in my asshole."

"I guess I'd have to apologize for that," mom replied before turning her attention back towards me. "Now let's get started. Sit back down on the couch so we can finish what we started yesterday."

As soon as I sat, both my mother and my sister got on their knees in front of me. My mom wasted no time in taking my hard erection in her hands to give it a few good strokes. Then she leaned forward to give it a few kisses around the sensitive tip of the head, followed by more kisses on the shaft. Then, she finally showed me what was so special about her mouth as she leaned forward to suck me off.

Her eyes were locked on mine and it was as if she was making love me to me orally. It was slow and tender, but at the same time passionate. Her lips tightly covered my shaft and her head slowly bobbed up and down towards the entrance of her throat. Becky even had to occasionally move our mother's hair out of the way so we could have a clear view of mom in action. We could even see the outline of my cock in her mouth as her cheeks hollowed around my shaft. It felt like I was getting hit by waves in the ocean the way she sent a tingly feeling over every inch of my body.

What made it even hotter was the way she used her fingers as she sucked my cock. One of her hands cupped my balls. And her other hand had its fingers busy rubbing up and down the length of my shaft she started bobbing her head even faster.

"Can I have a turn?" Becky chimed while she watched mom attentively.

Mom spit my cock out of her mouth and turned to her. "Sure you can honey."

"Just as long as mom gets to keep stroking me," I added.

I watched as my mother continued rubbing my balls and shaft, and pointed the tip of my slobbery wet cock towards Becky, which she devoured without hesitation. Feeling her suck me off was also an amazing experience because of how my mother and young sister were working together.

"What an unbelievable sight," mom said. "I never thought I'd ever see the day that my two children would be engaged in such an explicit sex act, let alone me facilitating it."

Becky lifted her head and replied, "You did it with grandpa, then me, and I did stuff with my brother yesterday. Face it mom, incest runs in our family. Let's just accept it and enjoy."

"Ladies, I'd hate to break it to you, but this erection can't last forever. At the rate you two are pleasuring me, I might explode at any minute here."

Mom smiled with my cock still in her hand. "Well, you've already had sex with your sister, and you've already had oral from the both of us, so I guess the last thing we need to complete this cycle is for you and me to have sex."

"Sounds like music to my ears. Now let's get started."

Mom leaned back and laid on the carpet. She had a peaceful look on her face, and she never looked more beautiful than she did at that moment, with her legs spread open while she looked at me. I of course followed in her direction.

"I'll help do the honors!" Becky exclaimed joyfully.

My sister reached down to grab my wet cock, and as I lowered myself between my mother's legs, Becky guided the tip of my erection towards her vagina and helped to insert me.

"Uhh...oh god," she moaned. "It's been a while since I've been with a man. You feel a lot better than any sex toy."

I pushed myself in even further. She felt wet, tight, and warm.

"I'm glad you think so," I replied. "Because we'll be doing this more often, won't we?"

I went all the way in and I felt the soft flesh of my mother's body beneath me. Her legs wrapped themselves around me, and it felt nice to feel her heavy-set breasts on my chest. We kissed each other on the mouth for the very first time and we started having sex. Our heart rates went through the roof as I continued thrusting my cock inside of her. I could feel her heavy breathing and moans through her mouth as we continued kissing and fucking for the next several minutes.

"I'm...oh god...I'm about to cum mom...I'm about to cum," I moaned on top of her.

"Stand up! Hurry. I want your first orgasm between the three of us to be special," mom said with a sense of urgency.

Right when I got back to my feet, my mother got on her knees, and Becky quickly followed her lead and did the same. Mom immediately went to work stroking me as furiously and as feverishly as she possibly could.

It only took a few seconds of my mother using her hand on me to unleash the best orgasm I've ever had in my life. It was as if everything I had done and seen these days few days had culminated into a nuclear response from my body. And that response found itself spraying all over their faces, with their mouths and tongues held wide open.

Spurt after spurt of my cum landed on each of them as my mother kept stroking. Finally, after I had finished, my legs gave way and I collapsed onto the couch behind me. But the show didn't end there, and for the first time I got to see my naked mother and sister passionately kiss each other with their faces covered in my orgasm. And it wasn't just any kiss, it was a wet sloppy kiss where they licked and ate my cum off of each other.

"Doesn't that taste good?" Becky said in between kisses and licks.

"Mmm Hmmm...Delicious. I could really get used to this," mom replied. "I think this could be the beginning of something wonderful for the three of us."

Ring! Ring!

The phone rang and my mom got up to walk naked across the room to answer it, and of course, my eyes marveled at the sight of her voluptuous rear end jiggling as she did so. She smiled once she read the name on the caller ID.

"Good morning," she said happily on the phone. "I hope you're doing well...uh huh...I actually found some new inspiration for the new story I'm working on. As it turns out, the son gets involved and they end up living a nudist lifestyle together as a family while they explore the joys of incest. I know...naughty isn't it?"

512 Mom's Pussy in the Shower

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This was the fourth time she had ever gotten a Brazilian wax in downtown Beverly Hills. She was going to travel overseas soon and a clean wax was essential.

She enjoyed the moment of silence in the lobby. After a month of what felt like nonstop clients, silence was a relief. This was an expensive place, but she was always willing to pay top dollar for beauty regimens.

The employee today was a young Asian woman, probably a college student who worked here part-time.

"Jennifer?" the employee called out.

"That's me."

They went to their private room where she was told to remove her bottom and position herself on the table. She knew the drill.

Her phone beeped and she answered it.

She spoke to one of her clients from the previous week. "Yes... yes... Thank you so much Mrs. Jenson... It was truly a pleasure... I appreciate that so much... It was a beautiful wedding... All my love... I will... Take care, bye."

The phone call warmed her heart. It was what she lived for. She removed her heels, pants, and panties, laying bottomless on the table. She spread herself for the employee. There was no shame. Years of running had rewarded her with toned and sculpted legs.

Looking up, she noticed that the employee was fixated on her vagina while preparing the wax. It was a deep gaze. She knew what the employee was looking at. She could practically feel the employee's eyes scanning her clitoris, thin brown labia, and her pinkness in the middle. With her legs spread this wide, she knew that her hole was open too.

"You're very pretty," the employee said politely. "Down there, I mean."

She smiled, "Thank you. I get that lot."

It had become a source of pride for her. And really, she had heard these same compliments repeatedly from all her past sexual partners. She had even seen the gazes from doctors too, both male and female.

What she had been told all her adult life was something very simple, something that she had come to accept, and appreciate.

She had a perfect pussy.

It was power.

There were only two reasons why Jennifer subjected herself and her son to the frigid cold of a Norway winter.

The first reason was that Norway is where her family came from. She wanted to truly explore her roots. And she wanted to share the same experience with her 18 year old son. It would be a bonding moment they'd always cherish together, hopefully.

The second reason was much simpler. She was so burnt out from her job as a high-profile event coordinator that she desperately needed the break.

So for the first time in many, many years, she had decided to forgo her usual meticulous planning in favor of just living day-by-day. It would be a real adventure for her and Robbie.

All Jennifer had was a small list of places and a stack of cash. She had combed through photo albums and old contact information, hoping to trace their family roots as far back as possible.

This led her and Robbie to a tiny little town in the northern part of Norway. Not much could be found about this place online, other than the population was less than 5,000. It was very remote, very old fashion, and freezing cold during that time of year. If she had seen this place in a movie, she would have figured it was the 1950's the way people were living.

There was nothing reminiscent of modern living. No technology. No wifi. Nothing. Only a few running engines which powered the lights and water heaters.

Their hotel wasn't much of a hotel either. It looked more like a series of shacks which were rented out to whoever was interested in ice fishing. It meant they'd be sleeping only a few feet away from each other.

There was also a shower and sauna in the same bathroom, which thankfully had an abundance of hot water.

"I'm glad we're here," Jennifer said, shivering in their little room after they had arrived.

"It's freezing."

"I know. The only heater is in the washroom."

"There's a train headed back to Oslo tomorrow," Robbie pointed out. "It could be our secret."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, we can take pictures tomorrow morning and tell everyone back home that we stayed the entire week. No one will ever know that we left."

Jennifer smiled, her lips nearly trembling. "Well, too bad. We're staying. We've already come this far."

"It was just a suggestion. Oslo is nice."

"Here is nice too. It's where our family lived for many generations."

"Mom, we live in America now."

"Now you're learning something new," she said. "Hopefully we'll learn plenty of new things here."

With their big jackets on, they explored the outdoors the next morning. After a rest, they explored the small town in the afternoon. They were planning on eating dinner at a nice restaurant but a sudden snowstorm made that nearly impossible.

Since it was expected to snow all night, they decided to just stay in their small shack (or whatever it was supposed to be). They shivered in their big coats while sitting on their beds, facing each other.

"It's like the arctic winds out there," he joked while shaking.

"It's not that bad."

"Outside is the opposite of hell."

"Very funny," she said dryly.

"Should we just cover ourselves with a blanket? We could, you know, sleep with all our clothes on."

Jennifer thought for a moment. "The owner did tell me of a technique to keep warm."

"What is it?"

"The locals just stay in the sauna."

He nodded. "That's a great idea. Do you know how to use it?"

"Not really," she replied. "I didn't ask. But the shower is piping hot though."

"It's pretty late for a shower."

"I know, but it would feel so nice."

"Now you're talking," he smiled. "Should we huddle around the hot shower water like we're wild animals?"

"Animals need heat too."

They went inside the bathroom and closed the door. They had removed their coats and they were still dressed in their sweaters and pants, while barefoot. The bathroom was old fashioned and tightly sealed. It was designed to keep the heat in.

Jennifer switched on the shower to the highest temperature for heat. The water pointed down to the drain and steam was quickly filling the room. They sat on the bench used for the sauna and just enjoyed the warmth.

"This feels nice," Jennifer said, feeling perked up.

"Amazing."

They both closed their eyes and rested their heads on the wooden board behind them. As much as they loved the sightseeing they had done and the history they had learned, this was the most pleasure they had gotten all day.

Steam kept filling the room. They were still cold in their bones and the steam was making great progress in warming them up. Their clothes were quickly absorbing the moisture from the piping hot water.

"What should we do about this?" Robbie asked, gesturing to the wetness on his sweater. "Pretty soon we'll be drenched."

"You're right. Our clothes won't dry in our bedroom either since it's so cold in there. I don't want our clothes to smell like mold."

"Should we stop then?"

"I can live with the heat we've gotten so far," she replied. "How about you?"

"I'm still freezing."

"Hmmm... I don't want you to catch a cold or anything. We still have a few days ahead of us."

"How do the locals survive this?"

"First of all, the locals have the luxury of living in houses with heaters and fireplaces. Secondly, hot water is how a lot of people keep warm. Unless..."

"Unless what?"

Jennifer shrugged. "We can always leave our clothes in the other room and enjoy the steam here."

"That's really European."

"It is. Sauna nudity is much different in Europe. It's really nothing to be ashamed of over here. It's perfectly normal."

"Are you interested?" he asked.

They looked at each other's clothes and hair and they were only getting wetter. Their clothes were quickly becoming damper. Their hair was sticking together from the wetness. And it was turning into a disaster.

"Are you?" she asked in return.

"I think you already know," he replied.

Deep down, they both knew the answer. Neither of them wanted to leave the bathroom. It just felt so good. It gave them what they needed.

"I'll get down to my bra and panties. You get down to your underwear. Can you handle that? Or should we wrap towels around ourselves?"

"Towels sound like a good idea," he replied. "It'll keep us extra warm."

"Remember, laundry service won't be until tomorrow afternoon. If our towels become soaked, then we'll have a problem tomorrow."

"Then I guess we'll be seeing plenty of skin."

They went back to the bedroom and immediately felt the cold air. It made them appreciate the hot water so much more.

For Robbie, taking off his sweater and tshirt was easy. He was a swimmer and was always in his swimming trunks back home where they had a pool.

For Jennifer, obviously this was a dilemma. She took her time removing the sweater and was down to her white tshirt. Being scantily clad in front of her son would be odd. There was no way around that. So she sucked up her shame and pulled her tshirt away, leaving her in her thin white bra.

All her lingerie and undergarments were thin and tiny. It was a product of the hot weather from where they lived. Plus, as an upscale event planner, she had to look stylish and sexy. It was part of her allure.

She had packed warm clothes for her trip, but never did she think that she'd need undergarments which would cover up more of her skin.

Her son glanced at her and she tried not to flinch. She tried to be normal about this, whatever being 'normal' meant, since she was in her bra in front of her son.

She was in good shape and her breasts were on the smaller side. A thought popped into her head. She wondered if her son preferred smaller breasts or the larger variety. Whatever the case, she was proud of what she had on her chest. She used to be insecure about them growing up, but now they were a source of pride. Her long nipples were part of her erogenous zone.

She stood barefoot on the floor and took off her sweatpants.

As skimpy as her bra was, her panties were even smaller. It left little to the imagination and it perfectly outlined her crotch and showed all of her hips. Turned the other direction, and her bare ass was practically exposed.

She noticed Robbie taking a second peek at her, this time at her smooth crotch.

Robbie pulled his sweatpants away and they were both down to the essentials.

"This wasn't what I had in mind for this trip," she said, mustering her false confidence. "But we've got to stay warm somehow."

"Back to the bathroom, or sauna room, or whatever it's called. I'm freezing."

This time, relaxing near the hot shower was so much better. Steam filled the room and wet their skin. Without their clothes, they didn't have to worry about that damp feeling. They got to relax and lean back against the wooden seats.

"Now this is a vacation," Jennifer said, trying to make light of things. "Different country, nice people, and now I feel warm."

"This is the best part of the day. How long should we stay in here?"

"Maybe another 15 minutes. It'll keep us warm for hours after we get out. That's how it usually works with saunas."

They relaxed silently for a few more minutes as the hot water in the shower ran. Their eyes were closed.

"Can we play on the ice tomorrow?" Robbie asked, looking at her.

She lifted an eyelid. "You're thinking of ice? Of all times, now?"

"I've never ice skated before."

It suddenly dawned on Jennifer that she hadn't skated since back in college. Doing it again was a nice thought.

"Sure, we'll be skate partners," she said.

His eyes peered at her chest. "Umm... mom?"

"What is it?"

Jennifer looked down at her chest where her son was staring. At first, all she noticed was all the water and sweat on her body, which made her skin glisten. Upon closer look, she noticed that her big nipples were now poking through her bra.

The water from the steam had made the thin fabric of her bra transparent. Her skin and nipples had clung together with the material, making the shape perfectly visible. The color of her brown nipples were also very apparent.

She reached up with her forearm and covered herself the best she could.

"I didn't expect that to happen," she lightly blushed. "My bra has never been this wet before."

"Oh, sorry."

"Why are you sorry?"

"I don't know," he replied, facing the wall as a courtesy. "Should we stop now?"

"You might be cold in the middle of the night. We need to raise our body heat before we go back to the bedroom."

"But your stuff will get wet."

"So will your underwear," she pointed out.

"I guess we're stuck."

She thought fast and made a snap decision. "Close your eyes for a minute"

When Robbie closed his eyes, Jennifer reached back to unclasp her bra. It felt both unnerving and erotic, at the very same time, to have her breasts exposed while her son was sitting right next to her.

She noticed his eyelids twitching, like he was so desperate for a little peek. She thought his curiosity towards her breasts was cute. Was it normal for sons to want to look at their mother's breasts at this young adult age? She wondered.

"Keep your eyes closed," she reminded him.

Jennifer reached below and pulled her panties off. With her bra and panties in each hand, she got up and walked right passed her son, hoping he'd keep his eyes closed. Jennifer quickly opened the bathroom door and tossed her moist undergarments on her bed.

The coldness of the bedroom had covered her body and made her nipples turn rock hard.

She went back inside the bathroom and happily shut the door to enjoy the heat. She stepped passed her son again. As she looked down at Robbie, with his eyes closed, she found it exhilarating that her bare pussy was so close to his face.

When she sat next to him, she crossed her legs and used her forearm to cover her breasts. She adjusted her position. She wanted to make extra sure she could handle this. When she felt ready, she gave him the signal.

"You can open your eyes now," she said, holding her breasts a little tighter and crossing her legs a little harder.

Robbie was naturally shocked. "What are you doing?"

"What does it look like? Now, are you going to take off your underwear, or are you just going to let it soak?"

"Do you mind?"

"What do you think? I'm already naked."

"Can you close your eyes then?" he asked.

She smiled. "No promises. Get on with it."

There was a pleasant expression on Jennifer's face as she closed her eyes and listened to the sound of Robbie pulling off his underwear, then getting up so he could toss it on his bed in the other room.

When she heard him coming back, she couldn't resist. She playfully lifted an eyelid with an exaggerated expression on her face.

"Mom!"

She had just seen his penis. It gave her all sorts of butterflies in her stomach.

"It was an accident," she teased. "I swear."

It was so relaxing that Jennifer nearly dozed off. Everything felt heavy and her arm started dropping. Her legs slowly uncrossed. Her guard was coming down.

"Should we go now?" Robbie asked. "I'm really hot now."

Jennifer awoke. "Yes, turn off the water please."

Her natural instinct was to stretch after sitting in the same position for so long. She yawned, feeling ready to go to sleep in her bed.

She stretched her arms, not thinking that her breasts were now showing. And she lifted her feet to stretch her legs, not thinking that what's between her legs was fully exposed.

When the water was turned off, Jennifer noticed that her son was gawking at her, while he used his hand to cover his penis. He saw her brown nipples. His eyes had drifted down.

Jennifer looked down and noticed her spread legs. In her sleepy state, she had just given her son a view of her pussy.

She instantly clasped her legs shut and covered both breasts with her hands.

"My mistake," she said, embarrassed.

He blushed, "Sorry, I guess we're even now. So how should we get out of here? One at a time?"

"That wouldn't be fair. We should both leave together. I don't mind showing my butt."

"I'm sure it's a nice one," he teased.

They both got up and went to the door. Their hands covered their intimate areas while their asses showed. Jennifer went first, which meant that Robbie would have a full view of her ass.

She tried not to be uptight about it. She had a nice ass. She just hoped her son wouldn't stare too lewdly at it.

Once in the bedroom, they agreed to face different directions. Standing naked, they both faced the wall as they dried themselves with their towels, then got dressed.

"Ready for bed?" Jennifer asked while rubbing her hair with a towel.

"I'm exhausted."

"It's been a long day."

Jennifer knew there was a tension there. Her son had just seen her naked. She had seen him naked. And tomorrow, they'd likely have to do this again.

Ice skating turned out to be a fun adventure for them the next morning. Unlike the local Norwegians, they had to really adjust to the cold weather. It was even amusing to see men walking around shirtless, wearing only a towel around their waists after stepping out of the sauna together.

Just their luck, there was a crack in the ice and Robbie took a little dip in the icy pond. They were able to laugh about it as Robbie climbed out, with his lower half completely submerged for a few moments.

"I have a new appreciation for life," he joked, while sitting on the ice.

"I'll help you out of those skates. You should change your clothes, then we'll go have lunch."

"Can we use the shower first?" he asked, while his mother helped him remove the skates.

"You know, that's actually a pretty good idea. I had been thinking about it all morning."

He stood up. "Should we try and fire up the sauna in our bathroom?"

"Too much work. I don't want any accidents."

"Good point."

They put the skates away and put their shoes back on, with Robbie uncomfortably having to walk with wet feet. Their small rental place was only a short distance away.

By the time they reached their little shack, Robbie was in bad shape. His legs became frigid and he trembled all around.

"Oh no," he gasped. "Now it's starting to hurt."

Jennifer reached down to touch his ankle. "Goodness, do you need a doctor?"

"No, no, it's not that bad. I just need some hot water."

"You'll need the shower then. I'll spray your legs with lukewarm water."

"Direct heat. Nice."

"Shall we undress again?" she asked. "I'm in desperate need of some attention also. From the hot water, I meant."

"Whatever gets us warm the fastest."

Under a circumstance like this, they both ignored the typical mother/son formalities when it came to undressing in front of each other. Society be damned. They were freezing. They started taking off their clothes. The more they undressed, the colder they got, which only made them get undressed faster.

Jennifer went down to her bra and panties. Like yesterday, it was a skimpy pair which didn't cover a whole lot. Robbie went down to his underwear.

"You first this time," she smiled, noting her son's slight ogling at her.

He hooked his fingers in his underwear. "Are you sure?"

"Oh, no," she gasped. "I meant you go inside the shower first."

"Sorry," he blushed.

Robbie led the way and Jennifer closed the bathroom door. The water was turned to a warm temperature.

"Sit down on the bench," Jennifer said, holding the shower spray. "Take the weight off your legs. I'll warm you up."

Since the water temperature was much lower today, to avoid burning Robbie's skin, there was less steam in the room. Robbie was being warmed, but Jennifer was left shivering.

"Aren't you cold?" Robbie asked. "We can take turns. I'll spray your feet with the hot water"

"Your legs are more important. I can only imagine what that dip in the water must have felt like."

"I'm fine now," he insisted. "Give me the shower spray. It's your turn."

She smiled, "That's very nice of you."

"Do you want to sit or stand?"

"Would it be awkward if I sat next to you?"

"Not at all."

"Thanks," she said, handing him the shower spray.

Jennifer sat down as Robbie sprayed her feet with warm water. It almost felt euphoric. The contrast was nice. She closed her eyes for a moment and enjoyed.

"How does that feel?" he asked, spraying mom's calves. "You look so relaxed."

"I am relaxed. And very cold."

"Still?"

"Spraying my feet won't warm my body," she explained. "Not really, anyway." What I'd give for a warm bath or a sauna treatment."

"I could spray your body with the warm water."

"We both know what will happen."

"Would you rather be freezing cold?" he asked.

It was such a simple question, but with profound implications. She thought for a moment.

"Ice skating had really made my legs tired," she said. "Warm water will help prevent soreness, right?"

He nodded. "There's a sauna in every large gym."

"I don't want to get my undergarments wet," she noted. "Do you mind if I take them off? I'll cover my body and you can spray me."

"Whatever works for you."

"Okay, close your eyes. I'll be super quick."

Jennifer slipped off her panties and unclasped her bra. This was much easier than yesterday. She was practically an expert now when it came to getting undressed in front of her son, who she hoped still had his eyes closed.

She briefly opened the door and tossed her undergarments on the bed. Then she went back to the bathroom.

This time, Robbie peeked and smiled.

"That's not nice," she said.

"You did that to me yesterday."

"I know. But I'm your mother."

"How is that different?" he asked.

"It just is," she replied. "You can look now. Spray my legs. I'll give you another turn after."

Jennifer covered her breasts with her hands and she kept her legs crossed, so hopefully Robbie wouldn't see anything too personal.

The warm water from the shower felt amazing against her skin. It was exactly what she needed after all that time in the snow.

Looking at her son, she wondered what he thought. Robbie was doing amazing with the shower spray. The water moved up and down her legs. From her feet to her hips. A little bit on her crotch, but not too much. She figured that her son didn't want to be intrusive in that area, even though she thought it felt good. She knew her son must have been getting a real kick out of this.

"If you ever want a part-time job," she said, "I know plenty of people who'd love to hire you."

He laughed, "Am I doing a good job with this shower?"

"The best."

"Thanks."

"I'd love to be greedy. Really, I could enjoy this all morning. But fair is fair. It's my turn to service you."

"Can you spray my whole body?" he asked. "I don't mind my underwear getting wet."

"It's okay, I already saw it yesterday. It's just a penis. Take them off and throw them aside."

"Are you sure?"

She nodded. "I want you to feel good."

"Okay, I'll do it."

She watched her son remove his underwear. He tossed it to the dry part of the bathroom, even though steam would keep moisturizing it.

"Now hand me the shower," she said. "Can you keep your eyes closed?"

"Why?"

"I'll be standing in front of you. You need a real shower to warm up your whole body. You practically went through a traumatic experience outside."

"I guess so," he smiled, closing his eyes.

Jennifer waved her hand in front of Robbie's face to make sure that his eyes were sealed. Once she was satisfied with the results, she took the handle of the shower and stood naked before her son.

She sprayed him, starting with his legs, chest, then on his head. She sprayed his penis too, gently and quickly. She didn't want to make things uncomfortable. Frankly, she couldn't stop staring at it either. She had come to the realization that her son had an attractive penis. It made her feel dirty thinking that, but she liked it. Sometimes dirty thoughts are good.

As she gave her son a shower, her eyes were so fixated on his penis, that she hardly noticed Robbie's eyelids subtly moving up and down.

"No peeking," she said.

He smiled, "Sorry."

"What were you looking at?"

"Nothing."

It wasn't nothing. Jennifer saw her son's penis inflating and pointing forward. With the way she was standing, her vagina was right in front of her son's face. Of course, that was what he was looking at.

"Have a good look?" she asked.

"What do you mean?"

"It's just my pussy. Does it make your dick hard?"

This time, Robbie opened his eyes and looked up at her.

"I can't help it."

"It's okay," she replied, leaving her nudity wide open. "Did I really give you that erection?"

"What do you think?"

"Neither of us have had any privacy lately. I'm sure you haven't masturbated in a while."

"How embarrassing," he blushed. "What can I say?"

"You can tell me what you think of it. My pussy."

"Really, why?"

She playfully splashed his face with warm water. "I don't know. Honestly, I'm getting older and I want to know if I've still got it."

"Can I look?"

"Be my guest."

Jennifer pointed the water away and moved her feet apart so Robbie could take a closer look. He leaned in, inspecting it from the bottom.

"Wow," he said, then his penis swelled.

"Did you notice that?"

"Notice what?"

She gestured to his crotch. "It twitched."

"I know," he replied, trying to cover his erection by closing his legs.

She continued giving him a warm shower. "Should I get dressed? I'm sure you're probably scarred for life by now, seeing me naked and everything."

"I've seen two before, in real life. So I'm not afraid of anything."

As she gave him the shower, she let his eyes wander her naked body. Where was the harm? It felt nice being admired.

She also thought about the words he used. That he had 'seen' two before, presumably with his ex-girlfriends, who were both pretty and booksmart. They also seemed rather prudish. It made her think about things which were probably inappropriate for any mother. But she thought about them anyway.

"Are you a virgin?" she asked.

"Why do you ask?"

"Just curious. It sounds like you are."

"I've never had sex before," he answered. "Who knows, maybe in college."

"Are you nervous about it?"

"Who isn't?"

Jennifer's career had basically consumed her entire love life. She hadn't dated in a while, and it had been a long time since she had great sex at all.

For some reason, this was exhilarating. She could tell her son's cock was swelling, which he tried to hide. It had dawned on her that she could be the one who shaped her son's view of women, permanently. As a mother, she had always wanted to protect her son and his heart.

What better way than this?

"I can teach you," she said. "About the female anatomy."

His eyes widened. "Are you sure?"

"Turn the water off."

Robbie reached over and turned off the switch. The water stopped flowing and Jennifer put the shower spray down.

She put one foot on the wooden bench, so that her legs were spread in front of her son, who remained seated.

"Look inside," she said.

Robbie gulped and looked closer. The bathroom was steamy but there was still plenty of sunlight from the windows.

"Can I be honest?" he said. "You're like a porn star. Have you ever had surgery there or anything?"

"You think I've had surgery?"

"Sorry, it's just, perfect."

She smiled, "Good genetics. Do you know the names of the parts?"

"I remember."

Jennifer spread herself with her fingers. "A quick lesson: The very top is my clitoral hood, the circle below that is my clitoris. The lips in the middle are my labia. Obviously the hole in the center is my vaginal opening."

"It's beautiful. It's much prettier than my ex-girlfriend's, or anything I've ever seen in porn."

She blushed. Inwardly, her heart was swelling. This was a rush. Jennifer loved that she could tame any man with her pussy, even her own son of all people. God, what a thought. It almost made her feel light-headed for a moment.

"Would you like to touch?" she asked.

He gulped. "Are you okay with that?"

"Of course. I offered."

Robbie reached forward and touched her labia. It was gentle strokes. He admired and appreciated it. His eyes never left her sexual area.

"Every woman is different," Jennifer explained. "Some women can cum just from clitoral stimulation, whether it be oral or fingers. Some women can cum from their labia, which is a lot harder. And of course, there's vaginal penetration. The canal and opening are rich with nerve endings."

"Which kind of woman are you?"

"Does that matter? I'm trying to teach you about women in general."

"Well, it does matter," he answered. "Because if you're trying to teach me, then I need to know the secrets."

She playfully slapped his shoulder. "I cum the hardest from deep penetration. I'm not saying that I'm a size queen. I don't like men that big."

"How big? My size?"

"Now you're being inappropriate."

"I'm covering myself," he pointed out. "And you're naked, with your legs open."

"You're right. Why don't you make things even?"

Robbie opened his legs to free his penis. His cock sprang free. It was really hard and ready for action.

"Sorry," he blushed.

"You're a healthy, young, virile male. You should never apologize for having an erection, unless it's inappropriate."

"Is it inappropriate now?"

"No, because I asked to see it. The truth is, straight women enjoy seeing a man's penis, and pleasing it, and making it feel good. But it has to be on the right terms. There has to be build-up first and she has to be comfortable doing it with him."

"I think you like seeing mine," he said. "You've really been looking at it."

"Even mothers have vices."

"Will you take my virginity?" he asked in a small voice.

"Why would I do that?"

He held his head down. "Sorry I asked."

"Don't apologize," she said, lifting his chin up. "A real man should never be afraid to ask, when all the signals are there. If I refuse, then that's the end. If I agree, then take charge."

"Yes mom."

Being called 'mom' was a dirty little turn on for her. It was time to make her son into a man. The way a single mom should, she thought to herself.

"This stays between us," she said. "I'll take your virginity. I'll make you a man. But no one can ever know. Don't brag to your friends."

"Trust me, I'd be horrified if people at college knew."

She smiled, "I'd be horrified if people knew that I'm son-lover."

"Then we're even."

"Sex is scary at first. That's the way nature is. It's more exciting with these barriers."

"I'll admit that I'm a little scared," he said. "But I'm also really excited."

"You should be. What I have between my legs is something special, and I sincerely hope you appreciate this."

"I've actually wanted this for a long time. From you. I never thought your pussy would be a work of art though."

Jennifer was rattled hearing that her son had wanted this for a while. From her, of all people. The wheels were in motion and they had already come this far. It was time to make her son a man.

She put both of her knees on the wooden bench. It was uncomfortable, but soon she'd feel good once she rested all her weight on him. Her brown nipples had turned hard and were right in front of his face.

"Hold your penis upright," she said. "I'm sure you've seen enough porn to know how this works."

"I have."

She slowly lowered herself. "Good. Now unlike a lot of porn you see online, you can't just ram it in. The average woman needs it eased inside. Slowly. Arousal is key. When a woman is aroused, her vagina expands and she secretes fluids to make penetration easier."

"Is that why you were so wet when I looked inside?"

"Yes, I was aroused from our foreplay."

"Was this something you thought about before?" he asked. "Doing this with me?"

"No. It's circumstance. The whole experience has been strangely magical."

She reached down and spread her lips. In her position with her legs wide, penetration was easy. Especially with her ever-growing wetness. She desired sex with her son so much that she wondered if she would ever feel normal again. She couldn't peel her eyes away from her son's eyes. It felt marvelous to share something so intimate with him. Feeling her son's penis inch its way inside her vaginal canal. Stretching her and stimulating her nerve endings.

As sensational as it felt, it was equally as erotic seeing the look on her son's face. This was Robbie's first time, and it showed. Inches apart, she studied the look in her son's wide eyes. She could feel him breathing on her face.

There was an unspoken acknowledgment between them as she wrapped her arms around her son, that this was intensely arousing to each other. Her perfect pussy was now being worshiped by her son's erection.

"So this is what it feels like," he gasped, with his eyes nearly rolling back.

Jennifer planted all of her weight on her son's lap, so that his erection went all the way inside of her. Her canal was stretched just the way she liked. It was a flawless match.

"We've only scratched the surface," she said, holding firm. "There's a wide variety of sex. For now, you're a novice, so I'll have to treat you that way."

"How can I make you cum? I want to learn."

"That's very sweet of you. Your eagerness to please will serve you well in the future. Women will keep coming back, but you have to remember everything I'll show you."

"Anything."

"Let me do all the work," she said in his ear as she held him tight and rocked her hips. "Learn by my example."

Her hips went back and forth. Back and forth. From this position, each thrust hit her g-spot, the main source of her orgasms.

She whispered, "This is the way I like it. Right here, this angle. It hits my magic button. I'm sure you've heard of the g-spot before. The way you stretch me with this in and out motion is more than enough to make me cum. But when you go deep inside me and the tip of your penis hits my magic button, it does something to me. It makes me feel like a woman. A vibrant, healthy woman. And you know what I've come to learn? I love that I'm your mother, and that my own son is doing this to me. If that's wrong, oh well. The orgasms will be worth it, for both of us."

Robbie was in a state of ecstasy and Jennifer loved seeing him that way. Once again, she studied her son's facial expressions. She was addicted to what she was seeing. She'd never forget it for as long as she lived.

This would be her son's first orgasm from sex. Sex with her perfect pussy. She had to make sure it was perfect. She continued her clenching and releasing of her vaginal muscles. Kegal would be proud. Jennifer had full mastery of her perfect pussy and her son was reaping the rewards of her sexual gifts.

"We'll cum together," she said, pressing her forehead against his. "I can sense that you're close. I'm close too."

To push both of them over the edge, Jennifer grabbed one of her breasts and shoved her stiff brown nipple into her son's mouth, and with her other hand, she rubbed her clit furiously, giving herself more satisfaction and it made her pussy clench even harder.

It did the trick, with her son's back arching. He sucked on her nipple hard, pulling it with his mouth, but he had to let go when he moaned and came.

Robbie came so hard that his entire body jerked. Spurts of his cum shot into her pussy. She could feel all of it. With a pussy as sensitive as hers, Jennifer savored the feeling of her walls being coated and flooded with her son's potent seed. It was a deliciously naughty feeling.

Her eruption of her own orgasm was something that came from her core. She rubbed her clit just as her son's tip was pressing against her magic spot. She held him there while he was still hard, and she could feel him fading fast, with his cock withering away and turning soft.

Jennifer rubbed her hard brown nipples against her son's heaving chest. She loved teasing him while he recovered from his first time having sex.

"Unforgettable," she whispered, seeing the dazed look in her son's eyes. "Not only did you learn about your family roots from this trip, but we also learned about each other."

He did his best to regain his wits and not be overly lewd about anything. This was his own mother, he had to be classy about things.

"This was much more fascinated, in my personal opinion at least."

Their cum had left a serious mess on each other, which leaked down to the wooden bench. They'd need to wash each other again, and for herself, she'd need to be washed deep inside. There was no way she could walk around town with that much cum inside of her.

Instead of being riddled with guilt, she felt a sense of maternal joy. She had made her son into a man and she had taught him how to be a great lover. All during a trip to learn about their family heritage, ironically enough.

After minutes of snuggling on the bench, kissing each other's lips, and letting him pinch her nipples, it was finally time to get up. The room was still filled with steam, and they had certainly contributed to that.

She climbed off and fluids ran down her legs. It felt ticklish and she noted the potency of her son. Unable to resist, she swiped her son's cum with her finger and gave it taste. She smacked her lips together as she ate the orgasmic substance.

"You're quite the young man," she said, watching the delicious mess drip onto the floor. "You'll need a full lunch to regain your stamina."

"I could use a nap more than anything. But if you insist. And I'll need another hot water treatment tonight, so we don't freeze in our sleep."

"We'll be so warm tonight, that we could practically sleep naked, which I'm counting on."

Jennifer bent down in the crouching position by the shower drain. She turned the water on to a lukewarm temperature and washed the inside of her now gaping pussy. She watched their cum mixture flow out onto the tile. Long white strands of her son's cum flooded out of her hole. It was marvelous.

513 Mother Tongue, Son's Helper

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Son's Point of View

Professor Flores stared daggers at me as she sat behind her desk. She was known for being the toughest professor on campus. Unfortunately, I needed her approval on my application to spend a semester in Spain. It had been a dream of mine to study in Barcelona, since our family is from that region.

The professor sharpened her gaze through her thick framed glasses. It was intimidating for sure. But what was surprising was that she was actually pretty hot. She was in her 40's, and if she smiled a little more (well, a lot more), then guys would be fawning all over her.

Instead, she was blatantly under-fucked and seemingly had a chip on her shoulder. Based on the gossip around campus, Professor Flores loved to target male students, and in a bad way. Apparently she grades male students much tougher. It was as if she only wanted female students for the study-abroad program!

"Chris, your work is unsatisfactory," Professor Flores said coldly. "This level of work may be acceptable at a community college. But does this entitle you to a coveted spot overseas? You are dreaming."

She was driving me crazy because I had been working so hard. My Spanish speaking skills were equal to those of the other students in my class. It was weird, but when she frowned at me, it only made her look sexier. I was sure that was accidental. There's no way a cold-blooded woman like her could ever be interested in sex.

I pleaded, "I'm doing the best I can. Honestly, we've all been studying Spanish together, and our speaking skills seem to be at the same level..."

"Enough," she said, cutting me off. "I will not have you questioning my grading methods. For the record, if your Spanish was as good as the other students, you wouldn't be sitting in my office."

I swallowed my pride. "You're right."

"I'm glad you finally agree. Now stand up straight. Try it again, but be ready. There will be no more free passes, young man."

Taking this abuse was agony. I had never received a grade below a C in my life. For a moment, I actually considered dropping the class.

But I really wanted to study in Barcelona and needed a C in order to be eligible. The professor handed me another paper with sentences written in Spanish. Only this time, the words and phrases were even harder.

I did my best to read it aloud and I only got about half right. She cringed as I struggled to speak the words.

Professor Flores shook her head. "May I suggest a tutor?"

"I'll try to find someone," I said in defeat.

"Chris, there are plenty of competent Spanish speakers on campus. I suggest you find someone fast. And if you really want to study in Spain, you better try something drastic."

Luckily, I had someone in mind. My Mother is proud of her Spanish cultural roots, though she was born in America. Not only is she fluent in Spanish, she's also a professor at this same university. My Mother teaches European History. As a teacher (who gets GREAT reviews from the majority of her students), she would surely be able to help me with this.

What's the worst that could happen?

Mom's Perspective

Elana laid in bed next to her husband, staring at the ceiling. Just as her husband finished his nightly reading and was about to turn the light off, she stopped him. He had a flight to catch tomorrow, but there were important things on Elana's mind.

"Can you believe it?" Elana fumed. "Our son has stellar grades! He deserves to go on that trip to Spain. At any other institution, they'd be begging him to go. He's a great representative of America."

"I'm sure it'll get worked out," her husband replied, ready to sleep. "There's still time, right?"

"Yes, but still. That's not the point."

"Then what is the point?" he asked.

Elana seethed. "That teacher is giving Chris a hard time on purpose! His Spanish is at a level where he should make it into that program! But she's holding him to a much higher standard, clearly."

"What makes you think that?"

"Believe me, faculty members talk," she explained. "I've heard about Professor Flores before. To be perfectly honest, she's a cunt."

"Are the claws coming out?" he asked.

"I'm too old and dignified for that. Still, this is a travesty. If Chris can't have a semester in Spain because of a professor's personal bias, it would really be unfortunate. Just think of all the amazing opportunities he'd miss."

"I know. I know. Look on the bright side. If it doesn't work out, we could always take another family trip to the region. It would be fun, like old times."

"That's not the same," Elana complained. "Studying abroad opens up all sorts of doors. It's an amazing experience."

"So you'll be tutoring him?"

She nodded. "I've never had to teach anyone Spanish before, but I know I can do it. He already understands it when I speak to him. I just need to help his pronunciation."

"Can you help him in a short amount of time? He only has a week, right?"

"It's doable. Chris already has a solid base. With the right discipline and work ethic, he'll be ready."

"How about your mouth?" he asked suggestively. "It's a great motivator."

Elana looked confused. "You mean yell at him? I don't want to be as bitchy as his teacher."

"You know what I mean. Your magic tongue. The one that always helps me prepare for big meetings or presentations."

She gasped. It was a shocking thought and Elana stared at her husband to gauge his mood. After a few painfully long seconds, she was certain that her husband was serious.

"With our Chris?" she asked.

"He's a young man now."

"He's also our son."

"Come on," he replied. "You know how much my mother helped me with my engineering degree. I owe everything to her."

Elana blushed. She always loved hearing about her husband's past sexual relationship with his mother. It excited her to know he had done something so completely taboo. Every so often, she'd pry her husband for more details as they made love. It always spiced up their relationship.

Even after all these years, hearing about his incestuous acts made her blush and soak her panties. However, regardless of her own personal feelings on the topic, this was her son!

"Men aren't all the same," she said. "Just because you liked doing that with your mother, doesn't mean Chris will."

"How do you know?"

"Maternal instinct."

"So you know what goes on his mind?" he asked, amused. "Because if you think you know what men like, or don't like, you're mistaken."

Elana paused at the notion that her son would be open to such a taboo act. Even more shocking was the idea that she would consider using sex as a motivator. In all her years as a mother, the thought had never occurred to her.

"Suppose he's interested," she asked hesitantly. "You'd be okay with that? You wouldn't be jealous?"

"Obviously you're not going to divorce me for our son. If anything, it could make our marriage stronger. Think of how turned-on you will be."

She smiled suggestively. "Even after all these years, you're still enamored with memories of your mother."

"Absolutely. She's made me the man that I am today. And I think it's only fair that you do the same with our son. Mothers really do have a profound impact, you know."

"I'll have to think about it," she replied. "But if I do it -- and that's a big if -- then it'll be under strict terms. I'm his mother and certain boundaries need to remain intact."

He smiled, "That's how it always starts."

"You think it'll go further?" she smiled back.

"I'm just saying, once these things start, it's difficult to stop. All that matters is that Chris succeeds in whatever he's doing, and that you're happy as well."

"Well, I'm happy with you, and I'll miss you while you're gone."

Elana turned the lights off and giggled as she kissed him all over.

After dropping off her husband at the airport, she returned home with a sense of resolve. All morning she had been conflicted. Surprisingly, her husband hadn't mentioned their conversation from the previous night. She figured that he was letting her make her own decision on the matter.

It was a Saturday morning and Chris had just returned from a study group. Finals were coming up and her son maintained a strict study schedule for his rigorous courses.

She saw Chris's car as she pulled into the driveway. For several moments, she sat there with the engine turned off. As a mother, she took her responsibilities seriously. She owed him a good future.

With her mind made up, she entered the family home. Chris had just finished changing his clothes and they engaged in their usual banter.

"We'll be home alone for the next few days," she said, lingering by her son's doorway.

"More chores?" he joked. "I'm kinda busy these days."

Elana flashed him an 'if you only knew...' expression.

"You're about to become busier," she said. "Sill need tutoring for Spanish?"

"It's a nice offer, but I think I've peaked."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Think about weight lifting or running," he explained. "A person can only improve so much in a given period of time. I've studied like crazy and still bombed because of the professor's ludicrous standards."

"You're giving up?"

He thought for a moment. "I have another appointment next week. Honestly, she just keeps raising the bar for me. What's the point?"

"What if there was a technique that might push you harder?"

"I've tried them all. The people I study with are super smart."

"How about other methods?" Elana asked. "Something fresh. Something that will reward your positive actions."

"Mom, I'm not a dog," he joked.

"I know. You're a young man. And young, strapping men like yourself have certain needs to be met."

Chris looked puzzled. "What are you suggesting?"

"Look, I'll just be blunt," she sighed.

"Okay."

"Your dad knows about this, so don't worry about him. In fact, it was his idea. He wants me to do this with you because it works.'

"What is it? Money?"

"My tongue," she forced herself to say.

"Your tongue? I told you already, I'm not a dog."

Elana giggled. "What do all men want from a woman's mouth?"

There was a short moment of silence between them as Chris wondered if this was some bizarre joke.

"Really?" he asked.

"Well, to a certain extent. I won't outright suck you off."

"Whoa, whoa, mom! What's going on here?"

"I've made myself clear," Elana said. "If I see improvements in your Spanish, I'll use my tongue to make you feel good. It's that simple."

Still, her son seemed skeptical. Admittedly, it was an unusual offer. Mothers don't normally do things of this nature, but Elana would do anything for her son.

"And dad knows about this?" he asked, cautiously.

"This is your father's idea. I won't go into all the details, but we'll never speak of it openly. It would make for awkward dinner conversations."

"So if we do something, whatever it is, don't tell him?"

"I'll tell him. But I don't want you going around the house talking about it."

"I get why you'd feel that way," Chris acknowledged.

"Does this mean you're interested?"

There was a moment of hesitation, as if Chris was assessing whether or not this was a hoax.

"How would this work?" he asked. "I mean... you're really going to..."

She nodded. "Oral favors. Small kisses. Licks."

"Where?"

Elana felt a twinge of excitement as she watched her son come to life. Why on earth was she enjoying this so much? She could understand why Chris would like it. But as a mother, these feelings were definitely inappropriate.

"Your face," she said. "Around your lips. Maybe kisses. If you greatly improve, then--"

"Where?"

She gulped. "I'd be okay with licking around your crotch area. Something titillating. I will not suck your dick, though. That's off the table."

There were stars in his eyes and Elana strangely felt proud, because unlike other moms, she was willing to do whatever it took to help her son succeed.

"Would you be mad if I accepted your proposition?" he asked hesitantly.

"Why would I be mad?"

"You know, if you're kissing down there, my body might react."

She blushed. "You mean a hard-on? You can speak to me like an adult. And yes, I'm okay with that. Frankly, I'd be disappointed if you remained soft."

"Then I accept your offer for tutoring," he smiled.

She winked. "I'll be your teacher."

Elana could practically feel her pussy twitching.

After a quick review of advanced material, Chris was ready, and so was Elana. They decided to work in Chris's room where he'd be most comfortable. It was time to begin.

"We'll start with something easy," she said. "Remember, when speaking Spanish, the words need to roll off your tongue. It helps you pronounce things more accurately."

Just like Professor Flores, she handed her son a paper with a typed paragraph. Except this was a bit more reasonable.

As she watched her son review the words, Elana felt a growing sense of anticipation, realizing she'd soon have to use her tongue in a sexual way Initially, she felt a sense of panic and regret. When she saw Chris's confidence, her regret turned to excitement. She actually looked forward to giving him a reward!

Chris recited the words with decent proficiency. He spoke at a reasonable pace and made sure to accentuate the rights vowels and syllables.

"That was pretty good," Elana noted. "I'd pass you, to be honest."

"Thanks, mom. As you can see, Professor Flores is really, really strict. Allegedly she grades male students harder than female students."

"You can go ahead and say it. Professor Flores is a cunt. Every faculty member thinks so."

He laughed. "Too bad, since she's super hot."

"You think your bitchy teacher is hot?" Elana asked, shocked.

He tensed. "No, I mean, nevermind."

Instantly, Elana wondered if any of her own students found her attractive. A lot of male students came to her office hours on a regular basis. Had she missed some cues? Certainly, she was better looking than Professor Flores! Sitting up a bit straighter, she swiveled her hips and arched her back ever so slightly, accentuating her ample cleavage. If Chris noticed, he didn't let on.

Coming back to the task at hand, she shook her head. "Men, you want to screw anything, even a woman who's trying to deny you a trip to study in Spain."

"What? Women aren't attracted to the wrong guys?"

"A reasonable point," she acknowledged. "And to be fair, Professor Flores is sort of attractive. Ironic, isn't it? If she wasn't such an Ice Queen, she'd be a serious catch."

"100%"

Elana remained peeved that her son lusted after a teacher who was causing their family so much grief. But, boys will be boys, she thought.

Feeling petty and jealous, Elana handed Chris a more difficult sheet to read.

"This is more in line with what you'll be getting," she said. "Remember, let the words roll off your tongue."

Chris gulped as he scanned the page. Then he began. It was more advanced, and as expected, he spoke haltingly and with many errors.

"No, no," she said. "The words aren't rolling off your tongue. You aren't pronouncing the words properly."

"Okay, got it. I'm trying."

"Here, I think it's time I give you some extra motivation."

Elana got on her knees, right between the legs of her stunned son.

"Are you sure?" he asked, looking down at her.

She nodded with resolve. "Pull down your shorts. I'm serious."

"Just remember, this was your idea."

Chris pulled down his shorts and Elana was left in the awkward position of staring at her son's rather healthy sized bulge. Was it always this size? Or was he actually aroused?

Curling her fingers into the waistband of her son's underwear, she pulled it up, almost giving him a wedgie. But there was a reason; it was to expose the sides of his crotch, without revealing his cock.

She looked up into her son's dazed eyes. "Well, what are you waiting for? You won't get your incentives until you start working."

"Oh, right," he said, clearing his throat so he could read and speak Spanish beautifully.

Elana watched intently as her son looked over the paragraph. She loved that he seemed distracted by her sitting so close to his crotch. She inched forward until her face was nearly touching his underwear. Perhaps this would give him proper motivation, or would it make him more nervous?

The first sentence went far better than the last attempt and she almost noticed his cock swell through his underwear. Was he expecting to have his dick sucked as a reward? Regardless, he did deserve a reward for this, she thought. She licked up the right side of his groin.

Elana alternated between long, slow licks, and short quick laps. From Chris's sharp intake of air, she could tell that he had never been licked like this. It was satisfying to show her son why a lot of men found older women sexually exciting. Against her cheek, she felt his dick grow to full strength.

To Elana's amazement, Chris tackled the second sentence with ease. Maybe there was something to this method? The assignment was finished with everything pronounced more smoothly, thanks to her tongue action. She rewarded him by blowing cool air on the skin she had just licked. She enjoyed watching goosebumps appear and noticed his hips bucking a bit.

Elana's shifted her head to the other side and latched her plump lips onto his skin. As she began to suck on the delicate flesh, she felt her son rumble his pleasure. Her lips released and she began to gently nip on the left, before moving back to the right. She hummed while performing her duty.

Stopping abruptly, she looked in his eyes.

"Great job, babe," she winked at him, then giving more kisses to his skin.

Rising, she ruffled his hair with her hand and left the room. For a moment, she felt guilty about leaving him high and dry, but it really wouldn't be proper for a mother to suck her son's dick. Would it?

Son's Point of View

It was the big day and my last chance to impress the professor. I had just finished breakfast and Mom seemed nervous about my meeting.

Mom was usually dressed before coming downstairs for the day, but today she wore a silk robe. I wondered if she was naked underneath. Given all that had transpired between us, it was a real possibility. After all, Dad wouldn't be home for a few more days.

"Don't be intimidated," she reminded, joining me at the table after pouring herself a fresh cup of coffee. "If your voice sounds shaky, your diction will suffer."

"Have you ever seen Professor Flores glare at people? It's intimidating. But you've trained me very well. My nerves are like steel after all this."

She smiled, "That's my boy."

"And I've been properly incentivized too," I joked. "I was hoping we could, you know, continue someday. I have tough classes next semester and some of your, uh, teaching methods could be useful. If you're interested..."

Mom's eyebrows raised and I wondered if I had just made a huge mistake. She seemed to mull it over and gave it serious consideration.

"I'll give you a blowjob if you pass," she said firmly.

My jaw nearly dropped. "You mean..."

"Yep, we'll go all the way, orally speaking. Since you were respectful, I'll be willing to help once in a while. I admit, I enjoyed it. What can I say?"

"We make a great team."

She winked. "We do. I'll have a lot to explain to your father when he comes back. Until then, it's just the two of us."

Mom stepped forward, grabbed my shirt and pulled me close. It was the first time our lips met since I was little. It was a hard, lip-smacking kiss. Then her magic tongue worked its way into my mouth. My mother's tongue is truly impressive and I had never been so excited in my life. Her mouth pulled away.

She glared sharply at me. "Remember, only Professor Flores stands between you and an epic blowjob. Have a good day, sweetie."

I could hardly breathe. Mom looked eager and aroused, like she wanted this more than I did.

About an hour later, I entered the office of Professor Flores. This time, I felt confident, mostly because of the 'relief' Mom had given me to calm my nerves. Her incentives worked like a charm.

Professor Flores sat behind her large desk and didn't bother greeting me. Ironically, she looked like one of those super strict teachers you'd see in porn. I wonder if she knew that.

"Ready this time?" she asked sarcastically, seemingly delighted by my predicament.

"I've been studying harder and smarter."

"We'll see."

The test began. She handed me a piece of paper with a paragraph typed in English. I had to orally translate everything into Spanish.

When done, I was sure I nailed it. The professor looked at me in disbelief.

"One more," she said, with an angry edge.

She gave me another piece of paper. This time it was a bit longer and there were more complex words and phrases. I had to think for a moment. Then I closed my eyes and thought about Mom and her tongue. It focused all my energy in the right direction.

I recited the paragraph slowly and with care. Professor Flores wanted perfection and that's what I delivered. The look of disappointment on her face boosted my confidence level.

"How did you improve so quickly?" she asked, in an accusatory tone. "I've been teaching Spanish for over a decade. Students never improve this fast."

I smiled, "Like I said, lots of practice."

Professor Flores paused. "I think you were purposefully holding back during our previous meetings."

"Huh? Why would I do that?"

"I think it was a case of self-sabotage. Deep down, you don't really want to go to Spain, so you held yourself back. Now that your grades are at risk, you've decided to step up your efforts."

I couldn't believe it. When I did badly on her obscenely tough exams, she seemed delighted. Now that I finally managed to do well, she was accusing me.

"I swear, I've always done my best," I replied. "I've just managed to study a lot smarter."

She sharpened her gaze. "How?"

"My mother's been helping me," I admitted.

"Elana?"

"Yes."

The look in Professor Flores's eyes changed; for a brief moment, they warmed. But it was hard to read her body language since she's always so cold.

"How has she been helping you?" the professor asked. "How was she able to help you improve when you've been studying with more proficient students for months?"

I tensed. "She has ways of motivating me, I guess."

My response was as vague as possible, but the professor gazed deeply into my eyes to discover the truth. Had I given away my secret? The professor crossed her legs and pursed her lips.

"I still don't believe you," she said, reverting to her rigid posture.

I was stumped. "What else can I do? How am I supposed to prove myself?"

"You could always bring your mother in here. I'd love to hear her side of the story."

Now this was getting bizarre. Professor Flores and my mother were roughly the same age and had the same level of seniority at this college. But now, it seemed to be turning into some sort of twisted power-play.

"Are you sure?" I asked, confused by all this.

She nodded. "Yes. Bring her in and we'll sort this out. If I'm satisfied that she helped tutor you, then maybe, just maybe, I'll approve you for the study-abroad program in Spain."

"In that case, I'm sure we can work something out."

Naturally, I was thrilled by the news. It was still really weird though. What exactly did Professor Flores want with my mother?

When I got up to leave the office, I noticed the professor uncrossing her legs and breathing deeply-- whatever that meant.

Mom's Perspective

Elana was furious that the professor would ever insinuate such things. She sat with her son in the dining room, plotting their next move. Chris even suggested giving up on the study-abroad program, but Elana was a fighter, especially when it came to her son.

As they discussed the situation, another concern lingered in the back of her mind.

"You didn't tell her anything... did you?" she asked, delicately. "You didn't make any mention of our study methods, right?"

He shook his head emphatically. "No way! Not even a hint. Nada."

"Good, because gossip in the faculty lounge spreads fast. The last thing I need is for rumors to spread about how I lick my son's crotch."

"Is it a rumor if it's true?" he asked with a sly grin.

"Very funny."

"Sorry, I couldn't resist. Anyway, let's just forget about the program in Spain, ok?"

Elana raised an eyebrow. "Why? You don't think I'll show up?"

"Will you?"

"Of course I will. Professor Flores is a lunatic and it's time someone puts her in her place."

"But you're colleagues," he pointed out. "Couldn't you just call her or something?"

"It's frowned upon to use academic privileges this way. I'm going to her office purely as a concerned mother. Not as a fellow professor."

"Yikes."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Sounds like you're ready for a fight."

"Just let me do all the talking," Elana said, briskly. "I know how to handle women like her."

The fire in her heart was real. She would defend her son and emerge victorious. That was always the ultimate turn-on.

Going to the teacher's office with Chris was far more degrading than Elana had expected. It made her feel as though her son had done something wrong, when in fact, he had done everything right.

However, don't ever underestimate a competitive mom who's been pushed into a corner. That was exactly how Elana felt, as she stared Professor Flores in the eyes. She and Chris sat next to each other on the couch in the office, while the professor pulled up a seat in front of them.

"So, this was all your doing?" Professor Flores asked accusingly. "You somehow made your son into a modern day Don Juan?"

Elana's jaw tensed. "For the record, I'm sure that my son's Spanish is more proficient that many of the other students you've approved for the study-abroad program."

"Oh really? What makes you so certain?"

"Instinct."

What Elana actually meant was, 'You are a cunt.' The tension was palpable as the two women stared each other down, while Chris sat nervously near the crossfire.

"Unfortunately, I think Chris has been engaging in self-sabotage," the teacher said, with confidence. "I think, deep in his subconscious, he has concerns about going overseas. It's perfectly normal for students to be intimidated by spending several months in another country."

Elana shook her head and laughed with derision. "You're way off the mark. Chris has always given his best effort for your class."

"Oh? Then how did he improve so quickly? How did he suddenly learn to roll his vowels and syllables like a true Spaniard?"

"I... helped him," Elana said, vaguely.

"How? Until you can prove it, I won't feel comfortable approving his application."

It was the moment of truth. Elana had been dreading this moment. Deep down, she never thought it would come to this. She had assumed that the professor would fold the moment they locked horns. As it turned out, Professor Flores was a formidable foe.

"I gave him proper incentives," Elana said. "Chris is a handsome and virile young man. I simply motivated him with my... skills."

Two audible gasps followed her admission. Chris was shocked that his mother had revealed such a private thing. And Professor Flores was stunned by the suggestive revelation. In fact, from the looks of things, Professor Flores's cold demeanor seemed to have melted.

"To which attributes do you refer?" Professor Flores questioned, her voice barely above a whisper.

Elana stared her down as the dynamic had shifted. "My tongue."

This was it; Elana found the weakness for which she had looked. The typically cold professor seemed to be panting, while she licked her lips! She was positive that the professor was secretly aroused. Chris may not have realized it, but Elana could spot the tell-tale signs of female arousal a mile away. After all, for a short time in her college days, Elana had enjoyed the 'company' of several women. It was with them that she honed her tongue maneuvers.

"You cannot be serious," Professor Flores said, once again composing herself, icy demeanor intact.

"The results speak for themselves. The fact is, I've made my son a much better student, simply by using my tongue. I even promised him that if he does well today, I'll give him an epic blowjob. So tell me... who's the better Spanish teacher? You or me?"

It was like the air had been sucked out of the room. Elana was positive that the teacher was now dripping wet, since her legs were clenched together and her nostrils flared.

Professor Flores breathed deeply and bit her lip. "Prove it."

"Are you sure? The results could be messy."

"Yes, and if I'm satisfied that you're telling the truth about this study method, then Chris can go on the trip."

Elana turned to her son. "Chris, I want you to stand up so we can show your teacher the proper way to motivate a young man."

"But... but..." he stammered.

"Just do it," she said, with complete authority. "You deserve the reward I've promised. After all, you will pass this class and go to Spain."

Professor Flores raised an eyebrow. "We'll see about that."

Elana was inpatient for Chris to stand, but he seemed to be in slow motion. She sensed he really wanted the motherly blowjob, judging from the newfound bulge in his pants. Knowing Professor Flores was making him nervous, she grabbed his hand and turned him to the side. That way, she could be sure the bitchy professor could properly enjoy the show.

Sinking to her knees, Elana unbuckled and lowered his pants and underwear. She was definitely shocked at seeing his huge, manly cock. It was the first time she had seen his penis in many years, and it was fully erect! Knowing she was the one that made him stiff had filled her heart with maternal joy.

Elana typically gave passionate, wet and sloppy blowjobs that drove her husband wild. But in this setting, she decided to make a point. Chris was handsome, smart and respectful. She decided to treat Chris to a highly proper, gentleman's blowjob, because that's how he should have been treated by Professor Flores.

As she began, Elana exhibited mannerisms you might expect to see from the Queen of England. With a straight back and perfect posture, she scooted forward until her face was directly in front of his cock. Gracefully, she placed her fingers around the shaft, while keeping her pinky erect.

Then out came her magic tongue. Initially, she just licked off the spot of precum that hung on the edge of his dick. Savoring it, she glanced over at Professor Flores, who had one hand at her breast and the other between her legs. Smiling like the cat that ate the canary, Elana returned her attention to Chris's cock.

She engulfed the head while moving her tongue along the underside. Then she took him to mid-shaft and began her special ministrations. Elana undulated her tongue along his staff while sucking. Chris groaned and trembled from the new sensations.

In keeping with her primary goal, Elana maintained perfect etiquette, while treating her son like a king. Though sucking and slurping, she sounded like someone having a pot of tea, as opposed to a woman sucking cock. And when a drop of saliva threatened to leak from the side of her mouth, she used her other hand to wipe it away, neatly... like a lady.

This was passive-aggressiveness at its finest.

"You're... you're b-b-blowing... your son," Professor Flores said, bewildered by the sight.

Elana casually removed Chris's cock from her mouth, holding it as if it was a priceless artifact, though it was covered in saliva. She retained her posh mannerisms while showcasing her son's throbbing manhood.

"You just stuttered," Elana claimed, victoriously.

Professor Flores tensed. "I did not!"

"You did. Now, you will acknowledge that I'm actually motivating my son with this new study method. Admit you were wrong, and that my Chris deserves to go on thezz trip to Spain. And don't keep me waiting."

She kept stroking and lovingly caressed her son's beautiful erection while she stared down the teacher with a triumphant gleam in her eye.

Professor Flores licked her lips and acquiesced. "If you make him cum, I'll let him go on the trip."

"Oh, he'll cum... and then he'll go." Elana enjoyed her play on words.

Elana opened her mouth again and dutifully went back to work. Confident in her abilities, she proceeded to bob back and forth over his veiny cock. Chris started thrusting forward in rhythm with her and soon filled her throat with his flesh.

From the way Chris grabbed her head, she knew he was close. As he withdrew, she decided to finish him off. During his next pass, she flicked her tongue once more while moaning. The incoming sensations proved to be his undoing and Chris unloaded a massive amount of cum in her mouth. Spurt after spurt of hot cum shot onto her tongue. She was relentless in milking her groaning son.

Feeling satisfied, Elana swallowed loudly. She wanted there to be no doubt that she was the Queen of Fellatio. Turning, she leveled her gaze at the wide-eyed Professor Flores.

"I think you owe us an apology," Elana said, leaving a small amount of cum around her lips and chin.

Intentionally, she let some latent cum drip from her son's penis onto the floor.

"I most certainly do not," Professor Flores countered, though her defense seemed to be weakening.

Elana crooked her finger. "Come here. Clean my lips and chin. Then I will graciously let you clean my son's dick, though you don't really deserve it. Let's be honest, you've made my son miserable this past month. Now it's time to make amends."

Without saying a word, Professor Flores lowered her head in deference as she got down on her knees. Elana stuck out her chin, expecting to be cleansed.

"Every drop," Elana commanded.

It was a real treat watching such an uptight professor on her knees, crawling over to them for a snack. Elana tilted her head towards the newly obedient woman and felt a thrill when Professor Flores stuck her tongue out and licked every last drop. Elana had to admit the professor had a pretty talented tongue herself.

This was the first time Elana had cum cleaned off her face in such a manner. It was very exciting in a taboo way, especially since Chris watched. Judging by the eager look in his eyes, he was enjoying the lewd display. The bane of their lives had now been reduced to performing a cleanup job.

The lapping ended when every last dollop of cum had been removed. Then Professor Flores licked the excess cum from her own lips, sheepishly.

"Now, clean my son," Elana said. "Then we'll be even."

Professor Flores paused. "I can't. It's against school policy for me to..."

"No one is going to tell," Elana giggled. "You already have his cum in your mouth, so what's the big deal?"

Professor Flores blushed and timidly leaned forward to take Chris's wet penis inside her mouth. To see Chris's flaccid, cum dripping cock which was covered in her saliva, disappear into the teacher's mouth, made her smile.

"Thanks mom," Chris murmured while being sucked off by his former nemesis. "You're the best."

"This is what mothers are for," she said, feeling vindicated.

Epilogue:

Slapping sounds filled the living room as Elana's body rocked back and forth. Her pants were down and she was bent over the couch, as her son was fucking her roughly from behind. This was the sixth time they had fucked since the office blowjob.

As stellar as her son was, Elana had to keep an eye on the clock in the living room. Her husband's flight would be landing soon and they needed to be on time. Her fingers dug into the couch as she screamed from her powerful orgasm. One of the benefits of their privacy was that they could be as loud as they wanted. And Elana was certainly a screamer.

"Fuck!!!" she cried, clenching her jaw. "You're spoiling me."

15 minutes ago her hair was perfectly done for her husband. Now it was a mess from all her thrashing. Her pussy, which was freshly shaven, now had cum seeping from within. At least her top still looked presentable.

Her son pulled out after he had dumped his load, and Elana felt herself gaping after being stretched to her limits. Cum ran from her vaginal walls, past her labia, and she quickly reached over for a tissue to sop up the mess.

"Your pussy is the best," Chris proclaimed as he sat naked on the couch, still trying to catch his breath.

She wiped inside her pussy. "Put your clothes on. We'll be late."

"You're right."

Elana got a real rush out of seeing Chris wipe his flaccid cock with a tissue. She loved the sight of his soft penis being rubbed with their cum mixture. Even more enticing, he had no intention of washing since he was already getting dressed. Their combined scent would be in his underwear while they rode to the airport.

"If you're not going to wash, I won't either," she smiled, pulling up her panties, then zipping her jeans.

He chuckled. "The car might smell."

"It's your dad's fault. Now give me a kiss."

While both of them still held their cum covered tissues, they shared a sweet mother/son kiss on the lips. As usual, out came Elana's tongue. Wet, sloppy tongue kisses had become their new normal. As Chris had learned the fun way, there was no tongue like a 'Mother Tongue.' The kind of tongue a woman like Elana had. A tongue made, trained, and motivated to please her son.

The End