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

138. Different Sex Story (521-529)

Different Sex Story Chapter 528 - Quarantined with Mom

521 Perfect Suburban Mother

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Audrey lived the perfect suburban life.

Growing up she was always the 'good girl.' She worked hard in school and paid her way through college with a part time modeling career. Modeling had always been a passion of hers and she had a natural talent for it.

In her adult life she became the pillar of the community. Everyone loved being around her and doing business in real estate was easy as a result. She was one of the most financially successful people in the neighborhood, and she gave back whenever she could, participating in charity events and PTA meetings.

The recent downturn in the housing market was trouble for her financially. She was still paying for her son's expensive college education, and she was accustomed to a certain lifestyle that she worked so hard to archive.

She tried her best to look for extra modeling work for women her age. But at 43 years of age, it wasn't easy anymore. She sent out resumes and worked the audition circuit, but success was no longer assured. Things changed the day she visited a particular modeling agency...

Perfect Suburban Mother

The doorbell rang early that morning. When Audrey opened the front door, she saw a sophisticated looking woman, early-50's in age, wearing stylish designer clothes and expensive jewelry.

"You must be Audrey," the lady said. "My name is Miranda. I'm the managing director of the local modeling agency and I believe you took some test shots for us recently."

The two women smiled at each other and shook hands.

"That's me. I've seen in you in the studio before, but we've never formally met. Please come in!"

Audrey was beaming with excitement as the two women sat down in the living room couch. She knew that a personal visit by the boss could only be a good thing.

"I'm sure you must be wondering what I'm doing here," Miranda said.

"A job offer I hope. I've applied to quite a few agencies and I haven't had much luck so far."

"That's rather unfortunate for a beautiful woman such as yourself. But I'm happy to say that your luck is about to change. I was looking through a pile of our recent applicants, and you really caught my eye."

"Well I'm very happy to hear that," Audrey smiled.

Miranda nodded without expression. "You have precisely the right background and personal story I'm looking for. Sure there are plenty of attractive women out there. But what separates you from other models your age is that you're a classy business woman who's also a prominent member of society. I'm absolutely positive that our clientele would be very interested in what you have to offer."

"I'm glad you see that in me," Audrey replied proudly. "I've always been a motivated and energetic person in life. I'm also a big believer in creating a strong bond within the community. So it would definitely be nice to work with someone like you who appreciates that."

"We're going to get along just fine," she nodded.

"So what kind of work did you have in mind for me?"

"You currently live alone, is that correct?" Miranda asked. "The form you filled out says you have a son, but that he recently moved out to college."

"That's right. But he's planning on coming back in two weeks for his summer break."

"Good timing. What I'm preparing to offer you is a very generous deal. You see, my business continues to strive based on women like you; women who are everyday soccer moms, but who also like to indulge and explore their sexual side."

Audrey shook her head in disbelief. "I'm sorry, there must be some sort of misunderstanding here. I contacted your agency because I'm interested in modeling gigs for clothing companies. I'm not interested in anything involving sex or nudity. I apologize if I misled you in any way."

"Don't apologize. There's no mistake here. I know exactly what I want and you're it."

Miranda opened her designer purse and took out a small envelope, handing it over to Audrey.

"What's this?"

"It's a $5,000 signing bonus if you agree to work with us. Are you familiar with how webcams work?"

"I use it sometimes to talk to friends and family over the internet," Audrey skeptically replied. "But obviously you're talking about the adult kind of web cams."

"You catch on fast," Miranda smiled.

"There are thousands of other girls out there who are much younger than me and would do this for half the price. So why are you asking me about this?"

A sly grin appeared on Miranda's face. "College girls are a dime a dozen. I want the perfect suburban mother. What men are really interested in these days are women who are smart and sophisticated like you are. Your background and the way you look sells, and you could make a lot of money doing this."

"I'm sorry," Audrey replied. "There's no way I could ever involve myself in anything that's pornographic. It's not for me. Besides, if anyone ever finds out, I'd..."

"I can tell you with absolute certainty that none of our members live in this area. Our clientele is mostly from the east coast and Europe. I can also assure you that none of the content you produce will ever float around the internet because of the strict provisions we have."

Audrey took a deep breath and thought for a moment. "I don't know. Growing up I promised myself and my parents that I would never do anything like this when I started modeling."

"They won't find out. No one will ever find out aside from myself, my employees, and our clients- all of whom have signed nondisclosure agreements."

"So what do I have to do?" she asked cautiously.

"Just be yourself," Miranda simply stated. "We'll install hidden web cams throughout your house, which will be activated for only a 24 hour period. Our clients pay to watch the video feeds."

"You're telling me that wealthy men are willing to pay thousands of dollars to see me lounge around the house all day doing nothing?"

"No. You'll be required to be naked at all times."

Audrey froze and was at a complete loss for words.

"This must be some sort of mistake," Audrey meekly replied. "I'm not an exhibitionist in any way, and this was only meant to be a side job for extra cash."

"There's no mistake here. I've been in this business for a very long time and I recognize adventurous women when I see them. You have the potential to make a lot of money, and I can tell you're longing for some excitement in your life."

"How much will I get paid?" she asked softly.

Miranda smiled, "That depends on how interesting you are. If you agree to this, you'll be the highest billed woman for our Nude Day event next Friday, and I would need you naked all day. The more interesting and provocative you are, the more attention you'll receive from wealthy clients."

"Can you guarantee that no one in this area will ever know about this? I don't think I could ever forgive myself if my friends or family found out. My life would be completely ruined."

"You have my guarantee. There's no one in this area who's registered to watch these video feeds. And like I said earlier, we have a strict policy with our clients. How else could we convince prim proper women like yourself to work for us?"

"Fine," Audrey hesitantly agreed. "I'll do it, but only on one condition."

"Name it."

"This is only for your Nude Day event. I want the cameras removed from my house afterwards."

Miranda smiled and pulled a contract out of her purse. "That can easily be arranged. But I must warn you, most women in your position find this line of work to be addicting."

It was 8 am on Nude Day. The week had been filled with nerves for Audrey in anticipation of the deal, but she convinced herself she was doing the right thing.

'It's just this once,' she told herself as she looked in the mirror. 'Once and I'll never do it again. It's harmless and no one will ever find out.'

After washing herself in the bathroom, she put her hands on the knot of her robe and took a deep breath. The cameras installed in her bathroom were watching, along with an unknown number of clients.

Her fingers untied the knot and she slid the robe off. She stood in front of the mirror completely naked. There was no doubt that she had the body of a model, or a former model at least. Age was visible throughout her figure, but she was still satisfied by her appeared.

She strolled around her bedroom thinking of her next move. She remember Miranda's words, that the more 'interesting' she made the show, the more money she would make from clients. Ideas swirled through her mind: Maybe she would be tame and focus on household chores? Maybe a workout and some stretching? Or maybe she would be more provocative and masturbate openly on her bed?

Just as she was starting to get comfortable at the thought of anonymous men looking at her naked body, the phone suddenly rang:

"Hello," she answered.

"Hey mom," Dylan replied on the other line. "I hope I didn't wake you."

"No worries. I was already awake because of some business I need to take care of."

"That's good to hear. Anyway, my friend caught a horrible case of food poisoning last night so our trip to Vegas is delayed until another time. I'm at the gas station right now and I'm on my way home."

Audrey's heart nearly skipped a beat.

"What!? You're coming home now!? I thought you weren't coming back until next week?"

Dylan was taken by surprised at his mother's reaction. "Calm down, I thought you always used to complain that I don't visit you enough? But anyway, we're rescheduling our trip for later. Sorry if I'm interrupting your work or anything."

"Of course I want you home...but it's just...I'm in the middle of something which needs 100% of my attention. I'm sure you can understand that."

"Well no wonder you sound so edgy. Don't worry, I'll be really quiet, and I promise that you won't even know I'm there."

She took a deep breath. "I hate to say this, but do you think you can come back home tomorrow instead? I really need the house all to myself."

"Ugh...I didn't want to call you earlier and wake you up, but I already drove for several hours. I can turn back if it's that important to you."

"Don't," she replied. "Forget that I said any of this. I'll see you when you're back home."

"Okay, I didn't mean to ruin..."

Audrey hung up the phone before her son could reply, and she immediately called Miranda:

"Well good morning Audrey," she answered. "I didn't expect to hear from you so soon. I'm glad to see that you're off to a good start."

"That's the thing," Audrey meekly replied. "My son is on his way home, and I'm sorry to say that I'll have to cancel our arrangement for today. We can definitely reschedule something in the near future once his summer break is over."

"Reschedule?" Miranda asked. "Why would we do that? You've already peaked the interest of a number of wealthy clients who've just heard your phone conversation. I'm getting flooded with messages as we speak."

"So you expect me to prance around my home naked while my son is living here?"

"You make it sound like a bad thing. It's not as difficult as it seems. Believe me, you're going to be a highly compensated woman for each moment Dylan is there with you."

Audrey was completely stunned by the conversation. "Are you out of your mind!? You're crazy if you actually think that I'm going to spend the day naked with my own son."

"It's a free country, but I wouldn't cancel our deal if I were you," she coldly stated.

"And why not?"

"First," Miranda replied. "You've signed a written contract and I'll sue if you decide to breach. You'll have to get a lawyer and explain that you were involved in a sexually explicit endeavor."

"Wait a minute..."

"Secondly, I want you to know that webcam services that provide real life footage of actual mother/son duos are highly lucrative in this business. The last woman who did this made well over $50,000 for a day's work. It's a fairly simply decision on your end."

"I...I honestly don't know what you expect me to do?" Audrey replied in a stunned voice. "He's my son. Why can't you understand that?"

"I understand perfectly. I was in the same position nearly 10 years ago with my son, and now I run this company. It was tough at first, but I earned every penny I got, and we both loved it."

"I honestly can't believe that you're doing this to me. I can't do it. I won't and I refuse."

"Well, if you're not going to honor this agreement, then neither should I. What would your neighbors think if they went to their favorite porn site and saw a video clip of you undressing in your bathroom? I'm sure they'd all be interested to know that prim proper Audrey is actually a cam whore. I can guarantee you that ALL of the men in this area will be using that clip to masturbate. And the women? Good luck making new friends after this."

Audrey's stomach was in knots and she felt sick. She felt trapped. She spent her entire life building the perfect reputation, and everything would soon come crashing down if she didn't obey.

"Fine," Audrey replied in a defeated tone. "I'll continue doing this. But don't expect me to be nude around him all day. I'll greet him at the door the way that he expects me to, and that's it. I don't want him involved in this."

"Fair enough. It's your call how you wish to proceed. Now get back to work."

Miranda hung up the phone before Audrey could reply.

After that conversation ended, Audrey immediately called her son:

"Hey mom," he answered. "I was just about the hit the road."

"Okay, but there's something really important that I want you to know."

"Sure, what's up."

"Things are going to be a lot different today," she replied, trying to sound upbeat. "It's only for today. I don't want you to freak out so I'm giving you an early warning."

"So that's why you didn't want me coming around," Dylan said like he figured it out. "Did you invite the seniors from the retirement home again to come play bingo at our house? I really didn't mind the last time you did that. I'll even help out if you want."

She took a deep breath. "No. It's not that. Have you ever heard of Nude Day before?"

"What Day? I don't think I heard you right."

"You heard me just fine," she replied, hiding her embarrassment. "It's called Nude Day. My new boss has an open mind to this sort of thing and wants me to give it a try. I really need this job and I have no problems being nude, so I agreed to it. It's a long story."

"Oh...so it's sort of like a spiritual thing?"

"Something like that. Obviously I didn't expect you to be coming back so soon or else I wouldn't have agreed to do it."

"So you're telling me that...you'll be nude all day?" he asked with a puzzled voice.

"Basically. Look, you mentioned earlier that you're willing to stay out of my business for a while if I'm busy; can I still hold you to that? Do you think you can spend the day in your room or at a friends house while I'm alone?"

"Of course. This sounds pretty important to you so I'll stay out of your way."

"Thank you," she replied in a sad tone. "I'm so sorry that your return home has to be like this, but it's for my job. I promise I'll make it up to you eventually."

"Don't be sorry mom. I've gotta go now. I'll be home in about an hour."

"See you soon. I love you."

"Love you too mom."

Audrey stood naked in the living room as she heard her son park in the driveway. She knew he was going to see her naked eventually, so she might as well get that out of the way.

Her heart pounded and her pulse raced at the thought of being naked in front of Dylan. For his entire life, she tried her best to set boundaries and to make sure he never saw her bare figure. Now here she was, offering herself for him to see.

The front door unlocked and the knob turned.

Before Dylan could see his naked mother, her reflexes immediately kicked in and she used one arm to cover both breasts, and her other hand to cover her vagina.

"Mom," he gasped, looking at her unclothed body.

"Dylan," she replied nervously. "Why are you staring at me!?"

It wasn't exactly the best answer, but it was the first thing that popped into her head. Having her son gaze at her body wasn't something she was used to.

"Oh, sorry. You're not wearing any clothes."

"Of course I know that," she replied sternly. "But that doesn't give you the right to gawk at my body. I'm your mother and this is inappropriate."

"I was expecting you to be a little more happy since you've called and emailed me almost everyday while I was at college. Plus you're not wearing any clothes!"

A sudden look of regret came over her face.

"You're right," she replied, calming down. "I'm just a little touchy over this whole thing."

She dropped both arms and let Dylan see her exposed breasts and vagina.

"Oh..." he gasped again. "You look...great...mom..."

"You were going to see my boobs anyway, so here they are. They're just boobs, and I'm sure you've seen a few vaginas before as well. You're already a grown man."

"So what next? Do we avoid each other all day?"

"I think that might be for the best," she said with regret. "Can I at least give you a hug? It's been so long since I've seen you, and I've missed you very much."

He smiled, "Sure, if you insist."

The tension in the room became even more awkward as both of them opened their arms and hugged each other.

Audrey ended the hug and winked at her son. "Come on, I'll help carry your things to your room. I've missed having you around."

It was 6pm and Audrey was still naked around the house. Dylan spent the day with his friends, leaving her home alone. She had almost forgotten that she was being watched by strangers and began to find comfort in her nudity. Hours were spent doing chores naked, lounging around the house, exercising stretching, and even masturbating a few times.

Dylan arrived home from the day with his friends, and this time, he wasn't afraid of looking at his nude mother sitting on the couch watching tv.

"I'm surprised you're still committed to this," he said playfully. "You never struck me as a nudist."

She blushed, "I'm not a nudist. It's for a job and I always like to do my best."

"Well do you like it so far? It's weird seeing you like this in our living room."

Audrey crossed her legs and moved her arms so that her nipples and vagina were covered.

"To be perfectly honest with you, throughout the day I've practically forgotten that I was naked, except when you're around. It's a fairly liberating feelings and I can understand why nudists like being nude."

"It does look pretty comfortable," he replied with his eyes all over her body again.

"You're starting to gawk at me," she noted. "Don't forget that it's still completely inappropriate for you to see me like this. It's not normal."

"I can't help it. Mom or not, I've always thought that you're really hot. This just confirms it."

"Really?" she asked in disbelief. "That's news to me."

Audrey's phone suddenly beeped. "Hang on," she told him.

She checked it and saw a text message from Miranda: Keep this going. Clients are already sending big money your way. They want to see him naked with you.

She froze and was unsure of how to react. Her mind was a complete mess and filled with confusion. More than anything she couldn't believe how excited she felt in a sexual way.

"Are you okay mom?" he asked. "What is it?"

"I'm...I'm fine. It's just something from work."

"Okay. Well, if you need me, I'll be in my room."

She impulsively stopped him as he tried to walk away. "Wait...Dylan, this is going to sound extremely bizarre and I'm sure I'm going to regret this later, but if you're interested in nudism...why don't you join me for a while? You don't have to, and I don't expect you to. It's just an offer. I don't mind if you say no. It might even be better if you say no. I just want to be nice since we haven't done anything together for so long."

He paused and hesitated for a moment. "Um...sure."

"...Wait a minute, did you just say yes?"

"Well you asked didn't you? It's been a long time since we did anything fun together. Plus this whole thing seems kind of interesting."

"But...you're my son..." she stammered.

A puzzled expression came over his face. "So you don't want me doing this? You just asked me."

"It's a little awkward. But if you want to join me, then you can. It's your decision."

He didn't reply. Instead, he took the proactive approach and quickly stripped off his clothes while his helpless mother sat in disbelief. It was only a matter of moments before he got completely naked in the living room while standing in front of his mom.

"There," he said with a sigh. "This feels so liberating like you described it. I've always wanted to experience this with someone."

"You look so...grown," she said, looking down at his manhood.

"Thanks. So what should we do now? Just hang out and do naked stuff together?"

"I think it would be best if we sat down and watched tv together. I honestly didn't expect you to agree to this and I'm almost in shock right now."

"Relax mom, there's nothing to be ashamed of. We're both adults remember?"

"Of course."

Dylan sat down next to his mother and they were both completely naked. Audrey tried her best to keep her eyes on the evening news and away from her naked son sitting next to her, while Dylan occasionally glanced at his mother's breasts and legs.

Audrey's phone made another beeping noise and she received another text: Great job. You're earning more than I expected. Clients are asking you to touch his penis. Get to it.

Her jaw nearly dropped at the message. What surprised her the most wasn't the amount of money she may have been making from wealthy clients, but how she felt sexually. It was the most exciting thing she had done in a very long time, and it was intoxicating.

"Do you find this interesting?" she asked nervously.

"What do you mean?"

"The news. Do you think it's boring?"

"Kind of. In this day and age with the internet and everything, people can see the news anytime."

A sense of excitement came over her. "So how about something else? What do you normally watch when you're alone?"

"I usually watch darker stuff. You know, scary movies, dramas, science fiction."

"Do you watch porn?" she asked bluntly.

He was slightly taken aback, but tried to maintain his composure. "Sure I guess. All guys do. Why do you ask?"

"I recently upgraded our cable a few months ago and I was fairly surprised to find that the package came with a few dirty channels. Do you feel like doing something bad and watch adult programing with your mother?"

"Sure," he said skeptically, but excited. "I don't think I've ever turned down free porn before, and I don't intend on starting now."

She smiled, "This sounds like fun."

With a racing heart, Audrey picked up the remote control and switched to an adult channel. It was pure coincidence the current program on the television featured a younger man with a much older woman. There was an obvious tension in the room from what the video represented.

Audrey licked her lips and felt her heart rate continue to rise. In the corner of her eye she saw the growth of her son's inevitable erection starting to grow. The roles became reversed and this time it was Dylan who was now trying to cover his private parts.

"I'd say you look pretty excited," she teased.

He blushed and once again tried to cover himself. "A little bit. This is a lot more visually stimulating than watching the news."

"What do you find stimulating about it?" she asked curiously. "Does the age of the woman have anything to do with your excitement?"

"I'm attracted to older women if that's what you're asking. That's always been a preference of mine."

Her eyes darted back to his growing erection. "I'm starting to see that."

"Yeah, it's sort of got a mind of its own," he said, referring to his penis.

"I can help you with that if you want."

His eyes widened and he started talking nervously. "Are you serious? I mean, I don't want any misunderstandings here and for me to accidentally say something that's embarrassing. But I thought I heard you say...did you mean what I think you meant?"

Audrey put her hand on her son's bare leg. "Look, I know this is fairly unusual between family members, but if you can keep this a secret, I would be more than willing to take care of your erection for you with my hand. Think of it as a gift for completing your first semester of college."

"Sure," he replied with disbelief.

A rush of adrenaline flowed through Audrey's body as she moved her hand to her son's penis. She was too scared to look at it, so she kept her eyes on the pornographic images on the screen. Dylan on the other hand, had no trouble looking down to see his mother's hand on his raging hard cock. She gently squeezed and rubbed it, up and down, and began to caress it.

"Oh god that feels good," he moaned.

"You think so? I've heard from some men that erections can be quite painful and sore if it gets hard enough. Is that what you're going through right now? You feel so stiff."

She squeezed it hard and began to tug on it. She stroked it and quickly found a rhythm with her hand movement.

"You're right," he gasped. "It does hurt sometimes. I haven't been this hard in a very long time. But...um...you're doing a great job so far."

"I'm glad to be of service," she replied as she looked him in the eyes.

Her hand continued its rhythmic movements and she was officially giving her own son a handjob. Her eyes looked him over and she still couldn't get used to the sight of Dylan naked. She watched his throbbing hard penis being squeezed and pulled by her small hand. His facial expressions changed and his body moved every so often. She absolutely loved the fact that her big strong son was at the sexual mercy of her tiny little hand. It was empowering to her and incredibly thrilling in an erotic way.

"I'm almost there mom," he groaned. "Can you keep going until I finish?"

Hearing him call her 'mom' during a handjob sent a shiver down her spine. He needed permission to cum, and she didn't intend on keeping him waiting.

Her hand went on overdrive and she stroked him as fast as she could. She didn't care how sore her arm felt or how bad her muscles ached; she only cared about their sexual desires. Before long, spurt after spurt of his cum shot out from his cock and all over his body. He moaned loudly and was unashamed by it. When it was over, he was breathing heavily and her hand was covered in her son's cum.

"Oh my god," he moaned. "That was incredible. I can't believe you just did that for me."

"Neither can I," she replied, as if coming back to her maternal senses.

"Thank you."

"There's no need to thank me. Believe it or not, I enjoyed that as much as you did. And I think you need a shower to clean off this mess on your body. It's unhygienic to leave your orgasm there, not to mention that it lacks manners."

Audrey wanted to laugh at herself for once again acting like a prim proper mother after giving her son an extremely inappropriate handjob.

"You're right. I was going to shower anyway. You're the best."

He got up to give her a kiss on the forehead, and when he turned to walk away, she compulsively licked her fingers clean.

For the very first time since their sexual encounter began, Audrey remembered that the entire event was being recorded by a webcam and was being watched by an untold number of people.

"You're a real natural at this," Miranda said over the telephone. "In all my years in this business, I don't think I've ever witnessed anything so enticing. Many of our clients are elated and have adequately compensated you for your services. Check your email. I took a picture for you."

Audrey opened her email using her mobile device and saw a screenshot which showed that she had earned over $20,000.

"I don't know what to say," she replied. "That's far more than I expected."

"You've certainly earned it. And like I said, our clients are wealthy. They aren't cheap. They're willing to pay more, but they need to see more in exchange."

"More? What more could I possibly do? I gave my son a handjob and I don't think I'll ever get over it."

"Sure you will," Miranda replied. "If I may be direct, I have a request from a client that Dylan fuck you in the ass. He's willing to pay top dollar depending on how well you perform."

"Anal sex? I...I don't know if I can go that far. Using my hand is one thing, but sex is something else."

"You'll do fine. I have faith in you. You're already the Mother of the Year as far as I'm concerned. I can assure you that your son has never been happier than he is now. Once you offer yourself to him again, he'll never want to leave your side."

Audrey paused and thought for a moment. "No guarantees. This has already gone further than I had anticipated. I can't promise you anything."

"Okay. Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?"

"Why not?"

"What was it like doing that to your son? I watched you on cam and your demeanor changed from being the 'perfect' lady to a vixen. You seemed like a completely new woman."

"Honestly, I don't know," Audrey replied. "But it felt like my mind was in a place it's never been before. I was there mentally, but a part of me felt possessed, like I was acting under compulsion."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"It was the most intense feeling I've experienced in years. Yes, I enjoyed it."

Miranda laughed, "I'll let you go now. I'm sure your son doesn't want me taking up all of your precious time."

She hung up the phone and Audrey stood up, naked, and headed towards her son's room.

Audrey headed up the stairs with a sense of resolve. She made a plan; if Dylan wanted to continue, then she would continue with him. If Dylan regretted the handjob he received earlier, then she would end it. Deep down she already knew the answer.

She sat on her son's bed and waited for him to finish his shower. When the water shut off and he finished drying his hair, her heart began to race again. Nerves kicked in and her hands began to tremble.

Dylan entered his room wearing a towel around his waist, and saw his mother sitting naked on his bed.

"Mom," he gasped in surprise. "I didn't expect to find you here."

"Should I leave? If I'm invading your personal space, then let me know."

"No, you're not. I'll never get tired of seeing you naked like this."

She smiled, "I wanted to ask you about what I did earlier, with my hand. Did you think I crossed the line doing that? Did I go too far?"

"I think you already know my answer," he replied like it was so obvious. "It was a little different than our normal activities, but you'll never hear me complain about it."

Audrey stood up and extended her hand for her son to hold. "Come with me to my room. I have something you might like."

The two of them walked to her room. Once there, she sat on the edge of her bed naked and he was still standing in a towel.

"I know that today has been unusual for us," she said. "I would even say that it's been an overwhelming experience. Between us being naked together, and me giving you that handjob, I don't think our relationship will ever be the same again."

"Save yourself the guilt trip mom. To be perfectly honest, that's kind of been a fantasy of mine for years. You have no idea what was going through my mind when I heard you talking about Nude Day and how you would be naked this whole time."

She raised her eyebrows. "You're telling me that you've thought about me sexually before?"

"It's kind of a common thing for most guys," he shrugged. "Plus you're the ideal woman as far as I'm concerned. Any guy would be lucky to have you."

Audrey placed her hands behind her son's thighs and moved upwards, feeling his rear end. She caressed the back of his legs, up and down, while he stood in front of her.

"Then it must have been really exciting for you to see me naked when you came home this morning," she said, still caressing his legs.

"You have no idea," he nervously replied.

Audrey's hands moved to his rear end and stayed there.

"And the handjob I gave you? That must have been thrilling for you."

"It...It was."

"Are you interested in having sex with me?" she asked bluntly. "There won't be any vaginal penetration, just anal. You can take your time to think about it if you want. My feelings won't be hurt if you say no."

"This whole day seems way too good to be true," he replied suspiciously. "This has something to do with your boss, doesn't it?"

"I can't explain that right now. Maybe someday soon I will. But not right now. I hope you understand."

"What happens if I agree? Are we really going to, you know, do it?"

She nodded, "I'm a woman of my word."

"Then I think you know what my answer it," he smiled.

Audrey raised her hands so that the towel would be undone and it fell the floor. Dylan's penis was inches from her face and growing. She looked at it, admired it, and realized that her son had become a grown man.

Her lips parted and she took the head of the penis inside of her mouth and began to suck. She quickly bobbed on it, back and forth, getting the shaft of his cock wet with her saliva. Her lips formed an air tight O-shape and she sucked as hard as she could. When she finished, she released the suction which made a loud 'plop' sound that echoed in the room.

"You're all wet now," she said, looking up at him. "There's vaseline on the counter behind you. I'm assuming you've done this before."

Audrey turned around and crawled to the center of the bed. She was on her hands and knees, placing her face down on the bed so that her ass was pointed straight up in the air.

"God what a beautiful sight," he said, looking at his mother's exposed asshole.

"It's not something you should have ever seen, but thanks. And be sure to use plenty of vaseline. It's a delicate area."

Her heart rate and adrenaline both began to rise as they did earlier. She felt two of her son's fingers apply a generous helping of vaseline to the outer ring of her anus, before eventually entering inside of her hole to coat her rectum.

It wasn't her first time receiving anal, so she knew what to do. She knew to relax her anal muscles as the fingers probed her tiny little hole. She knew to relax when she felt the tip of her son's penis press against her anus. She knew to relax and to hold herself still as her son grabbed her waist and gently started to push. A small yelp escaped her lips.

She enjoyed feeling the long hard shaft of Dylan's cock slide inside her rectum, and then she came to the realization that this was being watched by an untold number of rich internet users. She was getting anally fucked by her own son for the viewing pleasure of others.

A sudden rush came over her like she never felt before. Her inner-exhibitionist along with the ultimate taboo of mother/son incest was overwhelming to her senses.

As her anus and rectum adjusted to the size of a penetrating cock, Dylan started going harder and faster. He easily slid in and out thanks to the extra lubrication, and Audrey started voicing her approval.

"Oh gosh," she whimpered. "That feel so good."

"Does he hurt?" he stopped to ask.

"Only a little. But it feels amazing. Keep going. Do it harder."

Before long, his raging hard cock began slamming her rear end. She moaned loudly and breathed heavily. She brought her fingers down to touch her throbbing clitoris and then she yelled out loud. The sexual feeling was intense for both of them as he continued slamming his cock inside of her asshole as she played with her clit.

"Oh shit! I'm about to cum!" Dylan cried.

"Don't stop...Don't stop...Do it as hard as you can..."

Audrey then clenched her rectal muscles as hard as she could so that her anal grip was tighter and Dylan would have to fuck her harder. She knew the feeling for him must have been sensational. She heard him moan and whimper like a small puppy, and she loved it. For the second time that day, she had complete sexual power over him and it was an incredible turn-on for her.

It wasn't long before she felt her son's cum start to flow down her rectal canal. She fingered her clit as fast as she could and she came the same time as her son. Dylan shot load after load of his cum down his mother's rectum, and Audrey found herself squirting heavily on her bed sheet.

When it was over, they both breathed heavily in exhaustion, lying next to each other sweaty and naked. Dylan wrapped his arms around his mother and held her for a while. When she finally regained her senses after that powerful orgasm, she turned so that they were face to face, they smiled, and then they kissed each other passionately.

It was early the next morning and Dylan was still asleep. Audrey sat in the dining room alone wearing a silk robe as she talked to Miranda on the phone.

"Congratulations on a job well done," Miranda said. "I must say, I've certainly gained a lot of respect for you after what you've done."

"Really? Why is that?"

"Because you're a business woman like me. You're willing to do whatever it takes to get the job done, and you've made both of us a lot of money for it. You're also a good mother who's willing to do whatever it takes to keep her son happy. You should be proud of yourself."

"That's an interesting way of looking at things," Audrey replied. "I woke up this morning wondering if it was all a dream. I can't believe I did any of that with my own son."

"But you enjoyed it didn't you? Everyone who viewed that webcam saw how lustful you became and how much you squirted. It's undeniable."

"And I'm not denying it. It was the most sexually fulfilling experience of my life."

"Then you should tell him about the webcam so that you two can work for me. I'll make both of you very rich."

"I do plan on telling him," Audrey replied. "I think he deserves to know, and I want to be honest with him about this experience."

"You know that he still wants you right? He's never going to stop wanting you."

"I know."

"Then you two should continue doing this," Miranda said light-heartedly. "My clients won't stop messaging me about your next show. It's an incredibly rare treat for those of us who enjoy the sight of actual incest taking place. You'll make a lot of money working for me."

Audrey smiled, "If Dylan and I continue doing this, it won't be for the money. It'll be because we love doing it."

The End

522 Plane Ride with Mom

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It was 8 am on the main island and Vanessa was focused on pre-production for her next documentary. She brought her son along during his college break since he was an anthropology major, and because it would be a great way for them to spend time together.

Together they had already worked with a local tour guide to scout locations for potential filming next year. Today they planned on taking a look at a nearby island with an indigenous population which was seemingly untouched by modern civilization.

With both of them dressed for hot weather, and with her camera primed for action, they were ready for the short plane ride. It was one of those small amphibious planes that floats on the water and was tied to the dock.

They pilot was there, and although his English was limited, he was a nice person who was quite knowledgeable about local customs. They made small talk as they prepared for takeoff.

"We get undressed now to go to other island, okay?" the pilot said casually with a thick accent.

Vanessa gave him an uncomfortable look. "No, it's fine. We're okay with wearing our tshirt and shorts."

The pilot gave a confused look in return. "It's rule of the island. All visitors must be unclothed. The indigenous people of the island will not trust you. They will not accept you. Clothes are foreign to them."

She was stunned, and she looked over to her son Brian, who was equally as stunned. Her research had only been preliminary so far and this was the first time she heard anything about this.

"I've worn western style clothing to visit tribes less than 100 miles from here. My camera crew had dressed similarly. It's never been a problem."

"This group is different," the pilot explained. "They are very religious with strict beliefs. They will never accept foreigners who are dressed like you. It is not natural to them."

"How come I was never made aware of this?" she asked, almost in an angry tone.

"I assume you knew. Everyone around these parts know what rule is. My apologies for confusion."

She thought for a moment. "Can you give me a second with my son?"

"Of course, ma'am. I wait here."

Vanessa took her son by the wrist and pulled him aside. They walked on the dock towards the beach. She was visibly upset.

"I can't believe this is happening," she said with a peeved voice. "This has never happened before. I can't believe no one told me about this."

Brian shrugged, trying to remain upbeat. "Well, look on the bright side; we're on a beautiful island. Let's just stay here and go swimming. It's no big deal."

She shook her head. "God, this is so disappointing."

There was a look of frustration on her face. Being the first to document the island really meant a lot to her. It was a huge opportunity and now that goal was quickly fading.

"Maybe there's an exception," he said. "Maybe we could wear our swim clothes. Something small. Maybe that won't be such a big deal to the tribe."

"What if we had to remove it?" she asked.

"I guess we'll figure it out as we go along."

"But what if it actually happened? We have to prepare for anything."

He shrugged. "It's up to you."

Vanessa stood silent for a moment. Thinking. Conflict was all over her face and the day was just so perfect. It was hot, she was energized, and a plane was waiting to take them to new territory.

"I'll have the pilot take us to the island," she affirmed. "I'll see if we can compromise. Hopefully it'll be fine. If not, we'll have to come back."

He smiled. "Staying on the beach isn't so bad. Look on the bright side, either way, it'll still be a fun trip."

They went back to the pilot. Vanessa explained their stance regarding nudity. Her tone was authoritative like she was demanding, rather than asking questions. It was her tenacious side which made her so successful at her job.

The pilot agreed and they had a compromise.

They quickly returned to their tiny hotel by the shore to wear their swimming clothes. Naturally, it only took a few seconds for Brian to strip down and put on his swimming trunks. Vanessa, on the other hand, took several minutes in the bathroom. When she finally came out, she was a bit nervous, but she tried to be brave.

She wore a two-piece bathing suit. Typically, she'd wear a tshirt over it to hide her middle aged body, but she had to be as bare as possible for this. She tried to be confident about it.

"Don't laugh," she said playfully.

She used to be thin, but had put on weight in her older age, mostly around her chest, midsection, and rear end. To her surprise, Brian seemed to be loving the sight of her figure.

"You look, great mom. Seriously, you do."

"Get the camera and let's go."

As they headed out, Vanessa knew her son was telling the truth. He liked her figure. And she appreciated that. She did her best to act confident with her scantily clad body on display and she was aware that he was taking small peeks.

They went to the clunky plane and they knew it was going to be an interesting ride. There were six seats total and some space to stretch their legs. The seats were hard and painful to sit on. It was also incredibly hot and they instantly began to sweat right after the door had closed.

Their eyes looked in amazement at the small island. It was beautiful. Untouched by modern civilization. Some of the locals came to the beach, waiting for them, as their plane stopped on the shore. All of the locals were naked. There were at least 10 of them eager to deliver a friendly greeting.

"Wait here," the pilot said. "I be right back."

He exited the cockpit, wearing only a small pair of swimming trunks. They watched as the pilot headed to the beach and greeted the locals. They spoke in a unique language which Vanessa had never heard before. It sounded like a friendly conversation. All of them were smiling.

Moments later, the pilot came back to the plane and he looked like he had some good news.

"The people are very excited to meet you both," he said. "They are very happy for this arrival. They wish to meet the outside world."

"Great!" she eagerly replied. "I look forward to meeting them."

As she got out of her seat and tried to leave the plane, the pilot quickly put his hand up, stopping her.

"No clothes allowed," he said adamantly. "That is their culture."

A shocked look appeared on Vanessa's face.

"But they seemed fine with your swimming trunks."

"That is only to the beach. To enter their land, you must be bare. Land is sacred here. Nudity is their culture. Otherwise, they do not trust you."

She looked dumbfounded. "Can you explain to them that in my culture, clothes are very important."

"I ask many times. They don't change their mind. I even explain that you are mother and son."

"And what did they say about that?"

The pilot nodded and gave a coy smile. "They like this very much. They say you come on right day. There is something special planned. A ceremony. Big one."

"What kind?" she asked curiously.

"I do not know all details. But they like you to come watch. It is very important day in their culture."

A renewed interest piqued in Vanessa. This was a major opportunity and everything had aligned. Whatever was going to happen on that island, she needed to find out. If she missed the ceremony, it would be a big loss.

"Can you give us a few minutes?" Vanessa asked the pilot.

"Sure. Yes. Think about this. If not, we go back."

With that, the pilot waited outside the plane and made conversation with the locals once again.

There was an undeniable tension between Vanessa and her son as they looked at each other. Things were awkward. Yet Brian knew exactly what his mother wanted.

"I think I know what your plan is," Brian said.

"Which is?"

"You want to do it," he opined. "You seem desperate to discover what's happening on that island."

"It could be groundbreaking. We'll be the first westerners to explore it. Who knows how many centuries this culture goes back? Who knows what archaeological discoveries we may find?"

"Should you be the first to say it? Or should I?"

Vanessa took a deep breath. "We should get naked."

Once she said it out loud, it was surreal. The look in Vanessa's eyes was determination. She was willing to do whatever it took to get on that island- including getting naked with her son.

"I'm okay with that, I mean, since it's so important."

"Are you sure?" she asked, with a tiny hint of hesitation. "I'm fine with nudity because I've been around it my entire career. But I don't want things to be unusual between us."

He shrugged. "Frankly, I'm starting to get interested in all this. Like you said, this could be huge."

"I'm so glad you feel that way."

"What's next?" he asked.

"That's the big question. But we already know the answer."

The tension between them reached uncomfortable levels.

"Who goes first?" he questioned.

She raised an eyebrow. "How about the same time?"

"That's the only fair option, I guess."

They were both equally nervous about the whole thing.

She gave a sharp look. "Remember, this is for educational purposes only. We're here to discover new anthropological findings."

The nervous tension lingered in the air. Their eyes were locked, seeing who would go first. For a long moment, neither of them made a move. When Brian finally reached down to touch his swimming trunks, Vanessa wrapped her fingers underneath her small top. It fully sunk in that her breasts were about to be exposed.

After a deep breath, Brian pulled his shorts down in a swift motion to reveal his cock. He tried to act as shameless as possible as he exposed himself to his mother.

Vanessa hesitated with her own top. She stared at her son's cock as if she was in disbelief that she was actually seeing it. Her fingers remained hooked underneath the fabric of her attire.

"Well?" he said.

She snapped back to reality. "Of course."

With a swift motion, she pulled her top away and her breasts were exposed. Her breasts were average sized. They sagged, which was normal for her age. Her large brown nipples hardened, maybe because of the exposure, or maybe because she was strangely aroused by the taboo act.

What made the scene even sexier was that her chest was glistening from her sweat since the plane was so hot. Brian couldn't take his eyes away.

"You're staring inappropriately," she said in a motherly tone.

"Sorry."

"Remember, this is for anthropology. We need to act professional."

She pushed the shame away and removed her bottom to get completely naked. She had shaved before this trip and there were a few stubbles of pubic hairs around her vagina. All of her swimwear was now left on the seat of the plane.

"Let's go," she said. "We don't have all day."

Vanessa took the lead and headed for the door. Brian followed from behind, getting a great view of her naked ass. When she stepped into the ocean water, Brian had a perfect view of her naked body glistening under the bright sunlight.

The pilot turned his attention towards them and admired her nudity, which she had already expected. Any man would have done the same.

"You make a good decision," the pilot smiled suggestively, brazenly looking up and down. "Very good."

The pilot reached down and pulled his own swimming trunks off, standing naked as well. Nudity was obviously no big deal to him. He put his swimming trunks in the cockpit of the plane, then closed the door.

"Come," the pilot said. "Follow me. We go now."

The pilot led and they followed from behind. Vanessa did her best to act confident as she walked with her head held high, but she could feel the glances of her son's eyes on her butt, as he walked slightly behind her. Her bottom was voluptuous so she knew her son was getting a real eye full.

She then gestured to her son. "Try to keep up."

Brian sped up so they walked side by side.

"Are you okay with this?" he asked.

"I'm fine. I'm used to adapting to different environments. This is obviously unusual, but we'll be okay. Remember, it's all for the sake of anthropology."

"Yeah."

"How about you?" she asked in return. "I hope this isn't too bad for you. Especially since you have no choice but to look at my bare body."

The comment made him glance at her tits and Vanessa once again had to push the feelings of shame away. She had to embrace this and she walked naked and proud.

"Why would I mind that?" he smiled, then taking his eyes away from those tits.

She smiled back. "Now I'm starting to worry. You're enjoying this a little too much."

The locals were extremely welcoming, especially since they were outsiders who wanted to learn more about them. Vanessa had no issues with being naked with the tribe, but she still hadn't gotten used to being naked around her son. It still seemed like the strangest thing in the world whenever he'd look at her breasts or pussy. But in all honesty, she couldn't help but look at his penis as well.

They were given a quick tour of the tribal area. It was in the jungle, but in the open area near a small river. For Vanessa, this was all part of the job. She thrived on going to unexplored regions. She spent most of the time looking around and talking to the pilot, who was translating everything the locals were saying to her.

A light meal was served, and while Vanessa had no trouble eating it, Brian seemed disgusted (though he tried to hide his displeasure). They sat next to each other during the meal. Vanessa was so entranced by the experience and the conversation with the pilot that she ignored the fact that her son was still taking peeks at her breasts.

"Now the ceremony begin," the pilot said to them.

Vanessa was excited. "What's going to happen?"

"It's ceremony to make a young male become man. In American age, it's his 20 year old birthday. You might find this custom to be strange, since you are from America."

"I've seen a lot of things," Vanessa replied like it was another day on the job.

"In this culture, it is mother's duty to make the son become man," the pilot explained. "She give him the first sexual experience."

Suddenly, there was a visible change in Vanessa's demeanor. She was genuinely surprised, and so was Brian. By the sound of things, they were about to watch a real life act of incest.

Vanessa clarified, "So it's the mother's duty to perform sex acts on him?"

"Yes," he replied.

"How interesting."

More people came to the gathering. All of them were adults. (Everyone at the gathering was over 18). There must have been at least 30 people who were watching. Vanessa and her son waited in anticipation.

Drums began to play as the tribe prepared for their ritual. Moments later, the young man was brought out. He appeared to be happy and in good spirits. Why wouldn't he be? He was about to receive his first sexual experience. Then out came his mother, who was much older. They were both fully naked. They stood in the center of the gathering as everyone watched.

An older tribal leader gave a speech. The pilot was quietly translating everything into Vanessa's ear. Finally, the tribal leader finished talking then he sat down. Everyone at the ceremony was sitting, except for the mother son, who were both standing in the center. The drums continued playing.

What came next was a moment Vanessa would never forget.

The older woman got down on her knees and took her son's penis in her mouth. It was a jarring thing to witness. Everyone at the ceremony watched attentively as the mother skillfully performed oral sex on her son. The young man closed his eyes and groaned during his first sexual experience.

It wasn't long before he came in his mother's mouth. The orgasm was met with the crowd applauding. The young male was officially a man, at least by their customs. A celebration followed where everyone stood, music played, and people danced.

The mother son were given a special drink during the festive atmosphere.

"What are they drinking?" Vanessa asked the pilot.

The pilot asked one of the locals, which led to a brief conversation.

"He say it's a special herbal drink," the pilot said. "He say you're welcome to try it. The drink is for everyone who wants a taste."

Vanessa's curiosity was piqued. She asked Brian if he wanted a sample and he declined.

A small cup of the drink was offered to Vanessa, which she gladly accepted. When she drank, there was a sour look on her face, but she tried to be polite about it. The tribes people laughed at her contorted facial expression.

By mid afternoon, they decided to leave while there was still sunlight.

They said their 'goodbyes' to the locals, who were extremely friendly about the visit. The tribes people welcomed them back but Vanessa wondered if she would actually return because she'd have to be naked with a film crew.

They walked quickly back to the plane, eager to get dressed again.

As Vanessa brisked to the shore, she accidentally slipped on a wet rock and landed flat on her ass and lower back, making her holler with excruciating pain. Brian and the pilot quickly rushed to her aid. Vanessa's biggest fear was that she seriously injured herself, but that wasn't the case.

It was nothing more than a hard fall and she knew she'd have a nasty set of bruises and soreness later. They helped her up and her bottom was so stiff that she could barely walk. Brian did what any good son would do and helped her walk, side by side with her arm around him.

Normally, a helping act like this would have been totally innocent. But at that moment, her sweaty breast and large brown nipple was brushing against his skin. She leaned heavily on him as she limped.

"I hope you'll always remember this," she teased as they walked towards the plane.

"What do you mean?"

"Seeing me naked all day. Feeling my boob against your skin now. It'll never happen again. Not in a million years. So enjoy it while you still can, mister."

There was a playfulness and seriousness to her voice. It was her way of trying to be in good spirits. And it was just her sense of humor.

"You'll never get to see me naked again either," he joked back.

She simply smiled.

By the time they walked across the beach and onto the shallow water where the plane was, the pilot opened the door to a big wall of heat. Inside the plane was blazing hot. They left the door open for a while in hopes that the air inside would cool down.

"We should just go," Vanessa said. "I really need to sit down. I can deal with the heat. We can put our swimming clothes on later. I can barely move my legs right now."

At that moment, it seemed like the smart decision given her minor injury from the fall. They got in the plane and Vanessa insisted that Brian sit next to her so he can tend to any medical needs she'd have. The soreness was badly creeping in.

The plane started and the engine was incredibly loud. The plane vibrated and it felt like they were sitting on top of a washing machine. Minutes later, they were in the air on their way back to the main island.

Vanessa leaned her head against Brian's shoulder as they held hands. It was oddly sentimental despite the fact that they were still naked. But she needed the comfort since her butt was aching and the seats weren't comfortable at all.

"Can you believe what we saw today?" she asked, with her head on Brian's shoulder. "I've seen many different customs around the world, but that was unusual."

"Yeah, I know."

Vanessa snuggled her breast against his arm. The exhausting day along with her sore bottom had really left her feeling drained. Her inhibitions had been stripped away as her large brown nipple brushed against her son's skin.

"Did any of it make you uncomfortable?" she asked.

"Sure, a little."

"But you kept looking. You watched the entire time."

He thought of a quick reason. "Well, we came to learn new things."

"Were you aroused?" she asked bluntly, rubbing his skin. "I looked down and saw that you almost had a full erection a few times, and I saw that you tried to cover it up."

Before he could answer, their plane hit some heavy turbulence in the air, causing the decades old plane to rattle in the sky, which was kind of scary. There was a lot of shaking and vibrations. Surprisingly, it caused naked Vanessa to give a heavy groan, which almost sounded like airsickness. Her face turned blank and her mouth was slightly open.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

She struggled to find the words. "I don't know. I think something's wrong. I suddenly feel queasy."

"It's probably because the plane is shaking like crazy."

"That might be part of it," she replied in a low voice. "I'm burning inside."

She sat upright and they looked at each other.

"Let me get a bag for you," he offered, "in case you need to throw up."

"I'm burning down here," she said, pointing to her vagina.

"Oh..."

Vanessa's eyes lit up from an epiphany. "Those herbs I drank earlier. They must be a natural stimulant for the mother son to continue their sexual practices for the day. I've made a huge mistake drinking it."

"You couldn't have known," he replied, trying to make her feel better.

"Well, now I'm paying the price for it."

The plane shook again as they encountered more turbulence. Vanessa gasped and groaned. She tightly pressed her hand over her vagina.

"God it hurts," she complained. "It's throbbing inside. I feel like it's on fire."

The mood became tense as they worried she was having a serious medical issue during the plane ride.

"What should we do?" he asked. "Can you wait until we get back to the hotel?"

Right when he said that, the plane shook again and Vanessa's face went blank for a moment, then her eyes and mouth were wide open.

"Oh my god," she gasped. "The herbal properties of the drink are unlike anything I've ever encountered before. This is so humiliating."

"Don't be embarrassed. It's a medical problem."

Vanessa suddenly grabbed his wrist and forcefully brought his hand to her vagina. She used a strength she never thought she had to pull her son's arm. She meant business. And she didn't seem to mind that Brian was now touching her pussy.

"Put your fingers inside," she demanded. "My body is aching so badly. You need to do it for me."

"What?! Are you sure?"

"Do it before I change my mind. I need to... I need to..."

She struggled to speak the words.

"Orgasm?" he asked hesitantly, almost afraid to hear the answer.

She gave a mortified nod. "Please do it for me."

They looked in each other's eyes and Brian could tell she was completely serious about the whole thing. She wanted her son to pleasure her pussy. She wanted her son to give her an orgasm. It was pure desperation. Whatever she drank during the ceremony was having powerful effects on her hormones.

Before the fingers could slip inside, Vanessa turned her head away. She couldn't look. Having this done to her by her son was a shame beyond words. But only he could do this.

Brian used two of his fingers to rub her crotch. He felt her hair, labia, and clitoris. Vanessa gasped and her body reacted. The fingers kept on moving and she gasped louder. It wasn't a lot of effort, but it was effective in getting the job done.

When Brian pushed his fingers inside of her wet pussy, she squirmed. Her sore back arched involuntarily. Her legs straightened. Her toes had become stiff. Her entire body had become stiff too.

"Oww!" she yelped, adjusting her posture again, being mindful of the injury she received earlier.

"What's wrong?" he asked, with his fingers still in her pussy.

"My butt still hurts from the fall. Can you take a look?"

She stood and turned her body to show her naked backside, which had become dark red on the bottom.

"It's a nasty bruise already," he said. "You should be fine. We'll need to put some ice on it later."

A look of frustration came over her face when she sat down.

"I can't do this," she complained. "I can't sit down while you touch me. My bottom hurts too much. These seats are painful."

"What should we do then? Maybe you can sit on the swimming clothes?"

"That won't help with these hard seats," she replied. "Do you think... maybe I can sit on your lap?"

An unusually shy demeanor was in her tone, but given the situation, it was understandable. The look in her eyes showed how much she needed it (and from her son of all people). How could he refuse? Vanessa needed help and he was the only person who could provide it.

"Go ahead," he told her.

She looked straight into his eyes. "This will never happen again. Ever. Don't even bring it up. Don't even think about. Are we clear?"

The shy demeanor was suddenly gone. There was a striking tone in her voice. She was confident about what she wanted and what she needed.

"Of course."

"I'm glad you agree," she said. "This is strictly for medical reasons only. Not for your personal enjoyment, okay?"

"Mom, it won't help if you keep talking about it."

She nodded. "Fine, but first, we need to get you hard."

Brian's eyes widened and his cock twitched.

"What?!"

"Your fingers aren't big enough to get the job done," she explained in the most delicate way a mother could. "Your hard cock is the only choice I have, pardon my language."

It was the most awkward moment in either of their lives, including being naked together. The day began as a discovery of another culture. But at that moment, it became an intensely sexual moment between a mother and son.

At first, Brian seemed open to the idea before reality sunk in.

"I don't think I can," he replied honestly after some thought. "This heat is exhausting. Getting an erection might be impossible."

"I understand. I've been to enough exotic locations to understand how hot temperatures can interfere with human anatomy."

"Should I just use my hand? You could sit on my lap and I could, you know, keep touching you down there."

"That won't suffice. Women are biologically similar, but are often different in terms of achieving orgasms. My climaxes happen during deep vaginal penetration. And your penis would surely target the right areas."

Even when it came to her sexual needs, Vanessa was still an academic and intellectual thinker. In a weird way, Brian seemed even more turned on by that. She could tell he was getting more excited by the possibility of giving her an orgasm, but he didn't want to be obvious about it.

"Okay. I'll try my best."

She thought for a moment. "Well, you were certainly aroused watching the ceremony. How about we try that?"

Brian nearly choked hearing the offer.

"Are you offering the same thing?" he gulped.

"Only if we never discuss this again."

"Aren't you worried the pilot might catch us?" he asked nervously.

"He's never bothered to check back here. Besides, this airplane is so loud, we could be screaming and he wouldn't even notice."

She had a great point and Brian was out of reasons to delay her sexual relief.

"Okay..." he paused. "I... umm... I think you should make the first move."

"It's only fair. I know I'm asking a lot from you."

Vanessa repositioned her body. She moved slowly and her lower back was now stiff. It was obvious she was hurting even worse since the fall. Her face was positioning over his naked crotch as she was bending over.

She grabbed his cock with her soft fingers, giving him all sorts of naughty feelings.

"Just a few licks and sucks until you get hard. Okay?"

He nodded at those surreal words. "Okay."

Vanessa bent down and took the flaccid cock in her mouth. She wasted no time and immediately sucked. Her tongue swirled and licked. She was serious about getting him hard. Her intent was purely sexual, and it worked. Brian's cock quickly came to life in her warm and wet mouth. It didn't matter how hot the plane was. Her mouth was that talented.

Ever the anthropologist, she mimicked the same oral technique that the tribal mom used earlier. Vanessa did exactly the same things, using the same hand movements, use of her fingers, lips, and tongue. It was as if she had memorized those cocksucking techniques to use on a partner later.

She kept her eyes open the whole time, and every so often, she looked at the hardness she created. Even though he was already rock hard, she kept sucking for a little while longer. Maybe because she knew he was enjoying it so much. Or maybe she was enjoying it too.

Brian's face expressed his disappointed when she finally stopped and removed her mouth.

"There," she said, holding the stiff cock in her hand. "You're ready now. Now we can begin."

There was a slight grin on her face along with a trail of saliva. The herbal drink had unleashed a new side of her, which was far different from the educated and respectable woman that the world knew.

Vanessa struggled to stand upright. They were now facing each other and her sweaty breasts and hard nipples were now in front of her son.

She moved stiffly from the soreness. She climbed on his lap and spread her legs so she could sit on his freshly hardened cock. She spread her pussy. It was dripping wet. Her pussy was definitely ready for sex. It ached for it.

She positioned herself over him, legs spread, then she lowered herself. Both of their hearts were pounding. As her body slowly came down, Brian looked over to make sure the pilot wasn't looking. Vanessa was right. The pilot was staring directly at the clear sky and ocean view.

Brian held his cock upright while Vanessa brought her naked body down. His cock twitched the moment it touched her labia, then again when it penetrated her wet hole. It was completely surreal. She felt like heaven. As her body continued to lower, and his cock went further inside of her pussy, the look on Vanessa's face changed. Her mouth opened and she released a small gasp.

When he was all the way inside, and she was resting her entire body weight on his lap, they paused and looked each other in the eyes for a moment. Neither of them could believe what was happening.

"Now we're really experiencing a new culture," Vanessa smiled. "I told you this trip was going to be educational."

"Yeah. You weren't kidding about that."

"I'm going to thrust my hips forward," she said, with his cock buried firmly inside of her pussy. "Are you ready?"

"Yes."

She wrapped her hands around his neck and gave a push, which made Brian gasp. She pulled back and gave another push with her hips. Brian's stiff cock gave her what she desperately craved.

More sweat appeared on her chest. Her large nipples became even more erect. She was definitely in an intense state of sexual pleasure and she enjoyed having Brian's eyes gaze downwards to her tits.

"This is perfect," she said with a shaky voice, squeezing his neck as she rode him. "Your cock feels so good in me. A few more thrusts and I should be able to cum."

His eyes lit up. "You want to?"

"I need to."

"Can I cum too?" he asked nervously. "I mean... can you help me with that?"

Vanessa continued her thrusts before answering, "Yes. You can. Do it inside me. You've earned it."

It was surreal for both of them. While they were fucking, they savored the passionate thought of cumming together, for his cum to spurt deep inside of her vagina.

After a while, the pleasure was no longer enough for Vanessa. The herbal drink was powerful and she needed more to be satisfied. She grabbed Brian's neck even tighter and buried his face in her chest, letting him feel her nipples and sweaty breasts. Then she thrust herself even harder, almost throwing herself at him. Her vaginal muscles clenched. She fucked even harder and faster, with even more vigor.

With her lips near his ear, she started making strange panting and moaning sounds. Cries of pleasure which he had never heard before, not even in porn. It was clear that she was experiencing sexual bliss that a normal person couldn't possibly understand, all thanks to that special potion.

She struggled to speak. "I... think... I'm going... to make... a mess..."

That was a clear and unequivocal statement that she was going to squirt. She had only squirted a few times in her life and she felt mildly embarrassed having to do it front of her son. What if it came out like a waterfall? She'd be mortified. But she needed the release.

Vanessa sat upright and continued with smaller thrusts, which came in quick succession. Her eyes clenched shut. Her lips quivered. It was unimaginable how much sexual pleasure she felt.

Her vaginal muscles gave a powerful clench. It felt amazing for Brian. But he tried his absolute hardest not to cum yet. He couldn't. What kind of son would he be if he came before his needy mother? He held out as long as possible.

She lifted her hands. She briefly ran her fingers through her hair. Then she held her hands out, which were shaking. Her lips quivered more.

Her entire body shook, and as the plane encountered more turbulence, she struggled not to fall over. She made weird noises with her mouth. Her lips made different shapes and her nose crinkled. Her eyelids were clenched tight. Her pussy clenched even tighter and a sudden rush of fluids gushed from her opening. She squirted all over her son's hard cock and it made a real mess, leaking onto the seat, then onto the floor.

After she had the explosive orgasm, her thrusts became light. A few trickles of vaginal fluids continued to leak down from her pussy.

Brian held her hips tight and it was his turn to cum. And what an orgasm it was. He shot a massive load of cum into her dripping wet pussy as he pushed and pulled at her hips. It was easily the best orgasm of his life and he was positive that she was going through the same feelings.

After they both came, Vanessa pressed her sweaty chest onto his, hard nipples and all. She barely had any strength left after that massive rush. They felt each other's wet skin and their hearts beating fast. She pressed her face next to her son's. They breathed heavily.

"What did we just do?" she whispered in his ear, with all her remaining energy.

"We took care of your needs. Medical emergency, remember?"

She nodded while their faces were still pressed together. "Right."

The plane began its descent. They were about to land soon, but Vanessa didn't bother to move. It seemed as though she was about to fall asleep naked on her son's lap, with his soft cock still buried inside her. Brian playfully gave her big nipple a soft pinch to wake her.

She painful got up and they wore their swimming clothes moments before landing. It was tough getting dressed with that much sweat on their bodies, but they managed. There was also a huge wet mess on the plane where they had finished having sex.

The plane landed and the pilot was completely oblivious to their incestuous actions and hot sex. The pilot opened the doors after the plane had made a complete stop by the shore and he helped them out.

"I accidentally spilled water all over your seat," Vanessa fibbed to the pilot as they made their exit. "I promise I'll clean the interior of your plan tomorrow. It's the least I can do for this amazing trip."

The pilot shrugged. "No problem. Did you have nice nap on the plane ride? You have stunning glow to your face."

"It must have been that herbal drink," Vanessa quipped.

"And your lower back injury?" the pilot asked. "All better? Or still aching?"

"You know, we've managed to work that out on the plane ride. It still hurts, but I've never felt better."

Vanessa took her son's hand and led him back to their room. As soon as the door closed, she guided him to the bathroom where she stripped naked. Then she stripped her son naked too. They went in the shower to wash away their sweat and her squirt and Brian's cum.

She smiled, "You know, I love this job."

They kissed passionately on the mouth. Apparently, the effects of the herbal drink still lingered in Vanessa's body and she needed another round of relief. Her tongue plunged deeply in his mouth and she rubbed his flaccid penis, hoping to bring it back to life.

523 Political Ambitions, Mom's Deal

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The small celebratory event for her supporters was winding down and Jill, the newly elected mayor, could hardly believe her success. This was her dream. Her lifelong goal had been achieved.

She made a point to personally thank everyone at the event, and finally, she was about to greet the last person whom she hadn't met yet; an intelligent looking young woman in her late 20's, sharply dressed, very attractive, and slightly snobbish in appearance.

"That was such an inspirational speech you gave earlier Ms. Wilson. You're a true inspiration to women everywhere," she said with an extended hand.

Jill smiled and they shook hands. "Well, I certainly appreciate the support, miss..."

"Sarah Harding. My dad is the news director at one of the local affiliates. That's how I got a press pass to hang around here with all of you."

"Oh right, Harding. I know that name. I'll have to thank your father personally some day for all the favorable coverage I've gotten from that network."

"Don't worry, I'm not a product of nepotism," Sarah joked. "I recently graduated college with a BA in Journalism, and I've also started my own political blog which I hope will become big some day."

"That's wonderful," the mayor-elect replied. "My son is a journalism major himself. Maybe when he comes to my next event you can give him some pointers on covering politics. It's all he ever seems to talk about these days."

Sarah grinned, "I'm sure I'll get the chance to meet him. Speaking of which, my blog has really started taking off these past few months and I may be on the verge of breaking my first major story. Can you believe that? A little known blogger like myself, getting a major scoop that will likely get national coverage."

There was an ominous tone hidden in Sarah's voice which Jill immediately picked up on. It sounded vaguely like a threat, but who would ever threaten a new mayor at her own political event? No way. It just didn't seem possible.

"Well, good luck to you," Jill said, hoping to wind up their conversation which looked as though it were taking an awkward turn.

"An anonymous source sent me something which I think will be of some interest to you. I'd like to get your thoughts on it if you don't mind."

Sarah pulled a smart phone out of her pocket and played a video for the new mayor. Jill's stomach turned in knots as the grainy video played. It was a long forgotten scene of her in a college dorm, on her knees, lewdly sucking off a group of frat boys, taken over 20 years ago. The men were rough with her and even made her gag by holding her head tight and shoving their erections in her mouth. Her eyes watered and saliva was everywhere. But even worse, it was obvious that she was enjoying herself.

Watching the video had shocked the new mayor to her core. All her adult life she had strived for perfection. She had worked so hard to be the best at everything she did, to be perfect.

Now, her entire world was set to collapse based on an ill-fated decision made when she was young. This was a blackmail scheme in the making, and the mayor knew it.

"How dare you," Jill said softly, containing her rage. "Put that thing away before someone sees it."

The mayor-elect grabbed the blogger's arm and pulled her out to the outside hallway where it was empty. She tried her absolute best to put on a fake smile so that no one would ever know just how angry she was inside.

"You're hurting me Ms. Mayor," the young woman sarcastically stated.

"What the hell do you think you're doing showing me that video at an event like this? I was young at the time, and you better not go public with that either or else..."

Sarah raised an eyebrow, "Or else what? You clearly knew that you were being videotaped while you were enthusiastically sucking all of those cocks and whoever taped it sent it to me. I'm just doing my job reporting the news. Don't you think the voters of this district have the right to know that their mayor is such a fine looking slut with a very talented mouth?"

"Don't you fucking dare," Jill hissed. "I'm most certainly not a slut. That was taken a long time ago."

"Some things never change though. "Anyway, this is newsworthy, and it'll make me rich, and it'll make you famous."

"Please don't," Jill replied in a more somber tone. "I was young and curious. I'm a much different person now."

"Well, whatever the case, I'd say you have a real talent there. The guy who sent this to me wrote that you gave him the best blowjob he had ever gotten in his life."

"I want you to know, that if you plan on blackmailing me, you're sadly mistaken about who I am," Jill said with as much force as she could muster. "I've got a lot of connections in..."

She immediately cut her off mid-sentence. "I highly doubt that you'll do anything Ms. Wilson. I've read a lot about you and you're about as ambitious as they come. You aren't about to throw away your political career or your hard earned reputation on account of an old video clip are you?"

"What do you want?" Jill asked bluntly.

"I'm actually very impressed to find out that my soon-to-be mayor has such an extraordinary talent when it comes to fellatio."

"What do you want?" Jill asked again. "Money? A job recommendation? Let's get to the point here. You obviously want something and I'm a very busy woman. Tell me how we can resolve this."

"I don't need your money. My father has plenty of that. But I've always wondered what it would be like to bring a powerful woman down on her knees. That's been a fantasy of mine since I realized I had a thing for women."

"You bitch. Just because you..."

"Now that wasn't a very lady-like response Ms. Wilson," Sarah stated in a condescending tone. "Aren't you supposed to be a role model for women everywhere? Wasn't that a major theme of your campaign? Women don't call each other bitches."

"I'll gladly make an exception in your case."

"Oh well, maybe I am a bitch. Do you know what you are, though? You're a fraud. All that talk about family values and equality, turns out, you're a cock sucking whore."

Jill tried to sound brave in the face of defeat. "I...I'm not a fraud. I truly believe everything I've said during the campaign, and I still believe that I'm a strong representation of those values. And if you think you're going to blackmail me, then you can rest assured that I won't stand for it. You're nothing but an obnoxious little brat and I'm going to make sure that you'll pay for this."

"Calm down Ms. Wilson. I'm so used seeing vile things going inside of your mouth, not the other way around. So if you keep this up, this video clip of you in your college days will be uploaded to the web so that the entire porn loving world will be introduced to that extraordinary oral talent you have. Plus I'm positive that a sex tape of an attractive mayor-elect would make national headlines."

Jill paused for a long moment before everything finally sunk in. There was no way to fight this. This blogger had all the power and held all the cards. Jill felt as though she had been punched in the gut, then slapped in the face. Anything was better than having that video released, she realized. There was no other choice but to obey.

"I can't believe this is happening to me. I've worked so hard all my life...I'm a good person..."

Sarah patted her on the shoulder, "I'm sure you are. We all make mistakes in life. Luckily, I'm a reasonable person. So how about a fair trade? Your actions in exchange for the video. I'll promise that this will remain our secret forever."

"Tell me already."

"You have a formal event coming up soon right? The prestigious kind, for all your staff, other local politicians, and a bunch of obnoxious rich people."

Jill nodded, not liking where this was headed.

"That sounds like so much fun," Sarah grinned. "I once attended a Christmas party at my father's work, and it was a blast. I found myself becoming attracted to one of the analysts there who dressed up in a hot little Mrs. Santa outfit. She wore a short red skirt and she was flirting with one of the young lawyers all night. I followed them when they snuck off and I'll never forget the feeling I had when I found out that she was pantyless the entire time. That little slut lifted her skirt and he ate her out. Then she got down on her knees with her little Santa hat on and started to..."

"I get the picture," the politician inserted. "What's your point?"

"The point is that I think you would look absolutely superb in a sexy outfit. Of course, nothing too drastic. After all, I'm not looking to ruin your reputation or anything. God knows that I'm a reasonable person."

"Seems that way alright," Jill said sarcastically.

"Watch it. Or else I'll have you parading around naked."

"What do you want, then?" Jill sighed.

"Wear a sleek black dress, low cut. Boots. And best of all, no panties. Wouldn't that be exciting?"

"You're out of your mind. There's no way in hell I would ever do something like that for you. I'm going to..."

Sara reached back inside her pocket at pulled out her phone again and hit play. The video continued playing and it showed a particularly naughty scene with Jill's young mouth wide open as an unidentified young man jerked himself off onto her tongue while she swallowed.

"Fine," Jill muttered in a deflated voice. "Put that away. I'll do it."

A huge grin formed on Sarah's face. "Excellent. I knew you're a smart woman. And trust me; you're doing the right thing here. This will all be over soon."

"Just this, and we're done. That's the deal."

"Well, we're on the right track. I never said this was the only thing."

Jill clenched her fist and tightened her jaw. "You've got to be kidding."

"I'm afraid not. And watch your tone Ms. Mayor. It's unbecoming of you to speak to another woman like that. We'll keep in touch. Great party by the way; I'm having a great time."

With that, Sarah blew the mayor a kiss and went back to mingling with the other guests while Jill fumed privately.

A few days had passed and Jill stood in front of the mirror to try on her outfit she had her assistant pick up for her. The big party was a few hours away and she was more nervous now than she was during election night or for the debates.

She put the final touches on her wardrobe. Her assistant did a great job purchasing an outfit which looked sexy, yet classy, and didn't show too much skin. After all, she was pantyless underneath. The only bright spot, she thought, was that at least she might be able to bump up her approval rating and soften her image by being seen in a light-hearted outfit. The biggest criticism of her was that she could be rigid at times.

"You look great mom," her son said, standing in the hallway.

Jill was slightly taken aback by her son briefly checking out her exposed calves and feet.

"Thanks Tyler," she replied, acting as if she didn't notice his wandering eyes. "After my first campaign I wanted to do something a little more festive for a change. I'm glad you like it."

"And I'm sure people wouldn't mind seeing you like that. You look kinda hot in that outfit mom," he smiled.

"Oh cut it out. I'm your mother."

"Seriously. It beats looking so stiff and nervous like you normally do in those suits you've been wearing lately. I'm sure people could relate to you more this way."

She shrugged. "Well, I guess you're right about that. It's getting old hearing all the pundits and reporters talk about how I'm so uptight, like I can't relate to people. Maybe it's time for a little change."

Jill once again noticed her son checking out her figure. Sure, it had happened a few times in the past. What mother hadn't had this issue with a grown up son at some point? This was different. It lingered on for a little too long. It was the power of a sexy black dress, she thought. And it was also kind of flattering to her that even her own son couldn't resist her physical appeal, which she had worked so hard to keep hidden.

"Looking at something?" she asked.

His eyes shot back to his mother's face. "Uh...no. It's just...you look so different I can hardly recognize you."

"Why? You didn't realize that I had legs?"

She jokingly pulled the front part of her skirt slightly up and stuck out her leg to expose her thigh. Then she instantly realized that she wasn't wearing any panties, and pulled her skirt back down immediately, praying that he hadn't noticed or seen her cunt by accident.

"Okay, now you're starting to make me uncomfortable here," he joked.

"You're the one looking," she quipped. "Come on, the event starts in an hour, we better get going."

"Great idea. And by the way, you really do have great legs mom."

Tyler smiled and walked away after having given the last word. Jill felt a strange sensation between her thighs as the taboo feeling of her son checking out her figure began to sink in. It was an unusual thrill for such a prim proper woman.

'If he only knew what's under my skirt,' she thought to herself.

The party was as expected. Everyone in the room applauded when she stepped through the door, and everyone had a great time. She loved walking around the room and shaking everybody's hand. Seeing the smiles and adoration of her supporters was a culmination of everything she had worked for all her life. Her dreams and political aspirations were coming true.

She was so caught up in the moment that she almost forgot that she was bare bottomed underneath her sleek dress. She tried ignoring it, but that was impossible. Her butt rubbed up against her dress when she walked, without the cover that panties provided. She found herself wondering if anyone in the room had noticed that there weren't any panty lines on her dress. After all, there was no doubt that guys were checking her out. She had noticed the glances she was getting. All it would take were a keen pair of sharp eyes for anyone to notice her pantyless secret. In a way, it was kind of an unexpected thrill.

The joyous moment of the political event came to an abrupt halt, for her, when she saw Sarah approaching her. Jill forced a smile on her face and pretended to remain happy.

"You're looking festive today," Sarah stated sarcastically, with her fingertips rubbing Jill's shoulder. "I sure hope a picture of you dressed up like this makes the front page of our local newspaper. The people would love to see how stylish their new mayor is."

Jill continued her forced smile, "Thanks. I try my best to be stylish whenever possible."

"Really? I didn't realize that walking around a family-oriented party with no panties was in style. I guess I have some catching up to do with all the latest fashion trends."

"You've got what you wanted," Jill replied with annoyance. "I did what you asked. Now I expect you to live up to your end of the deal so we can both go back to our lives."

"I don't know if you've noticed this or not, but your son really does have a wandering eye. I've seen him checking out some of the more mature women in the crowd. And believe it or not, I've seen him glance in your direction a few times, especially at your marvelously sculpted legs."

"Leave him out of this!" Jill snapped. "We had a deal remember?"

Sarah nodded, "And I fully intend to honor it. But why not have a little more fun first? I'm sure your son would be up for it."

It was a comment which made Jill gasp in horror. How dare that bitch make such a statement, and at her official party of all places. The mere thought of being blackmailed to do anything remotely sexual with her son was such a jarring thought beyond comprehension that Jill wondered how Sarah could possibly stoop so low.

"If you're implying what I think you are, then you some serious issues that you need to deal with," Jill said in a disgusted tone.

"And what exactly do you think I'm implying?"

"You obviously want me to flash him."

Sarah laughed, "Oh gosh no. That would be far too tame for a woman of your sexual abilities. I want you to go a couple of steps further than that. You know, tease him a little, play with him, give him what he so obviously wants."

The politician froze in her tracks. She was completely caught off guard by those words. She felt appalled that another woman could ever make such a request to her face. And she was just as shocked that those strange feelings she felt when she caught her son looking at her legs had returned.

If Jill was honest with herself, it was a slightly arousing fantasy. But it was just that, a fantasy. Nothing more. It was certainly nothing that she was ever meant to experience. It was far too shocking to even think about.

A whirlwind of thoughts swirled through her head; How could she ask me that? Is she serious? Is it worth it? Could I actually go through with it?

"I...I don't know what to say," Jill responded with a trembling voice. "You've got to be joking. I mean, he's my son."

"I'm absolutely serious. Are you telling me that a warm-blooded woman with a healthy libido such as yourself has never thought about mother/son incest? It's a growing fantasy and it's becoming much more acknowledged thanks to the internet. Your son is a handsome guy and I'm almost certain it's crossed your mind at some point while living with him."

Jill wanted to flat out deny it, but the feelings she had a short time ago prevented her from doing so. Even worse, that bitch Sarah was able to read her expressions and figure it out immediately.

"Holy shit," Sarah grinned nastily. "You have thought of this before, haven't you? Oh my, you're even sexier than I imagined. Good for you. I'm so glad that I voted for you."

"You don't know what you're talking about."

"I don't? So you've never had these feelings before?"

"I...I'm not that kind of woman," the politician stammered. "I'm a respectable person. I'm a good mother. I could never do such a thing."

"You're a secret slut Ms. Wilson," Sarah confidently stated. "That's what you are. You're an overachieving cunt who tries so hard to act perfect and you've managed to suppress your sexual needs for all these years so that voters would actually believe that you're so proper, but you're not proper. You're still that same whore from your college days. I'm sure your son would love to help you rediscover that side of you."

Hearing those words lit a fire between her legs. Deep down she knew that Sarah was right. She knew that she had suppressed her sexuality for the sake of appearing as 'the perfect woman' in preparation for a political career. And she knew that she couldn't suppress it any longer.

"If I do this, do you promise that this will be over? No more threats. No more of this blackmail. I want this to be done after today. Completely done. Okay? I need a guarantee from you."

Sarah flashed a large smile, "I promise to destroy whatever evidence I have of your slutty college past, or hand them over to you- whatever you want. Just do as I say."

The politician stared at the young blogger for a moment. "I'll do it. As long as you make sure no one ever sees that tape, I'll do what you ask. But this is the last straw."

"You're making a wise decision Ms. Wilson. I'm sure you'll even enjoy it. There's something about a mother and son giving in to their sexual urges for each other that drives me wild. It's the ultimate taboo and an unbelievable sensation."

"Is that what this is about? A sick and twisted way for you to finally witness your incestuous fantasy?"

Sarah shamelessly nodded. "It is. I love taboos. I love reading about incest experiences, real or not. And I've always wanted to see it happen, especially from a beautiful mother who has no choice but to please her horny son's hard cock."

"My goodness..."

"And I also love reversal of power. I used to fantasize about bringing down powerful business women in the sexual sense- making them mine and degrading them for a while. A politician is a step above a business woman or a lawyer in my book. Combined with the whole incest thing, it's a very potent sexual combination, so I hope you aren't taking this too personally Ms. Wilson."

"Well it's a little late for that," Jill replied with contempt in her voice. It's hard not taking this personally when you're making me show up to an event like this without any panties on, and forcing me to do things with my son under the threat of blackmail."

"You'll get over it. In the meantime, I want you to do exactly as I say and this will all be over..."

The young blogger leaned forward and whispered something in the politician's ear, and the politician's eyes widened as she was told of her task. It felt like a punch in the guy, a slap in the face, but it was only words. Words which left Jill nearly shaken to the core.

"That...That's too far," Jill stammered. "He's my son. I gave birth to him."

"I don't think he would mind that at all Ms. Wilson. Your son looks like a healthy young man with a strong libido."

"He'll never do it, even if I wanted him to. This will never work."

Sarah raised an eyebrow and flashed a sly grin. "He wouldn't? What makes you so sure about that?"

"Tyler isn't like that. He's an honor student and he always stays out of trouble," the politician replied.

"He also has a penis doesn't he? I'll tell you what, if you're so sure that your son doesn't want to fuck you, then why not raise the stakes?"

"I'm listening."

Sarah smiled, "Offer yourself to him, if he declines, then that would be the end of it. You'll never see me again, and I'll make sure that my dad gives you favorable press coverage throughout your tenure as our mayor, and even after that if you decide to run for governor."

"And if he accepts? What then?"

"If he accepts, then I guess you'll just have to go through with this and be his slut for a while. Then this will be over for you. It's a simple proposition."

Jill shook her head, "Please, let me pay you instead. Cash. No one will ever know."

"Don't belittle yourself with your pleadings Mayor. Like I said, I don't need the money. And in this situation, I don't want it either. What I want is Tyler's hard cock in your mouth. That's the arrangement."

Hearing those words nearly made Jill want to cry. But she had to remain strong and look confident since she was at a formal event.

As much as it pained her, Jill felt that same sensation between her legs that she felt earlier. The thought of physically being sexual with her own son was the ultimate taboo- and strangest of all, it might actually become a reality.

Jill took a deep breath. "If this is what it takes to preserve my political career and reputation, then so be it. Just make sure you follow through with your word."

"I'm always good for my word. Let's shake on it."

The women shook hands and Jill couldn't help but feel that she was making a deal with the devil. It also made her heart race and her pussy have a strange tingly feeling.

A while later, Jill asked her son to follow her to a private conference room in the building. Her phone was left on in her open purse so that Sarah could hear every word spoken.

"So what do you think of my outfit," Jill asked after mustering all of her strength.

"It looks great on you," he replied. "Are you feeling insecure or something? Trust me; every guy in the room is checking you out."

"It seems that way. You've been gawking at me all morning in front of everyone."

Tyler blushed, "Oh, sorry mom. I wasn't trying to be rude or anything."

"I know you weren't," she replied. "But I don't want to give anyone the wrong impression. In this day and age, people might think there's something going on between us."

"Seriously? Everyone in this room knows I'm your son."

Jill nodded. "Are you saying that you've never thought of me in that way before? I saw how you looked at me when we were at home earlier today. You were practically undressing me with your eyes while we were in my bedroom. People aren't ignorant to these sorts of things anymore."

"Okay...I may have had dirty thoughts about you," he confessed. "But that's only because my friends wouldn't stop teasing me about how hot they think you are. They always rub it in my face whenever they come over, and one of them even talks about how he spies on his own mother and that she's okay with it."

Jill's head began to spin and there were a bunch of questions she wanted to asked, like which one of the boys had a mother who was okay with a peeping son? Jill knew all of their mothers from PTA meetings from when they were in high school, and the thought that one of them was okay with a peeping son was particularly troublesome to her.

She shook her head and carried on. "Look, I'm not mad at you or anything. I just want a little honesty about this."

"Well, your party is one heck of a place to talk about this. I mean, jeez, this is humiliating mom."

If you only knew... She thought to herself. If anyone was humiliated by this, it was Jill. This was, by far, the most humiliating thing she ever had to do in her life.

"Believe me, I don't want to have this conversation anymore than you do," she replied.

"Then why here? Why now?"

She couldn't think of a clear answer for that right away. She couldn't just tell her son that her college days were filled with being a cock sucking slut, and that she was being blackmailed for it by an uppity brat.

"Please don't argue with me, but there's something that I need to ask you, and it's been bothering me all morning. I want you to be 100% honest with me about it too."

"Sure," he replied with a puzzled look on his face. "Anything mom."

Jill took a deep breath. "What would you say if I offered myself to you? I mean that in a sexual way. What would your response to that be?"

Tyler's eyes lit up and he was clearly as dumbfounded as Jill was when Sarah first made the incestuous demand. On the one hand, Jill wished with all of her heart that Tyler would do the right thing and immediately refuse the offer. But on the other hand, the tingling sensation between her legs and the devious thoughts in the back of her mind wanted otherwise. The prospect of being a slut for her son was turning her on in ways she had never imagined, and she was ashamed to admit that to herself.

"Why are you asking me this?"

"Let's just say that I want to get this out of your system once and for all," she replied. "After this we can move on. You won't have to be curious anymore, and you won't have to spy on me anymore."

Tyler continued thinking, and Jill continued feeling torn about what she wanted his answer to be.

"What if I say no?"

"If you say no, then that's it. That would be the end of it. We'll go back to the party and the air would be cleared between us. It'll be like none of this ever happened."

"And if I say yes? What happens then?"

Jill took another deep breath. "Well, before we leave this room to join everyone for lunch, I would do whatever necessary in order to get this behind us. As long as it's a reasonable request, I'll give it a shot."

Her mind raced as soon as those words left her mouth: Please say no...Please say no...Please say no...

"What if I asked you to undress for me?" he asked nervously. "Would you do it? I mean...umm...since you're offering this of course. I would never have asked otherwise."

The feeling between her legs intensified from her son's inquiry towards her willingness. How could he even ask such a thing?

"I'm not wearing any panties underneath this skirt," she blurted without thinking.

His eyes widened. "You aren't? That's a little risky for an event like this, don't you think?"

Jill paused as she regretted her words. "I know Tyler. I know. Maybe I wasn't in the mood to wear any today. I guess I was more in the mood to be a little more liberated with myself."

"Can I see it?" he asked with a shy voice.

Her heart rate skyrocketed from those very words and she found herself totally unprepared for this. Jill's maternal side wanted to scold him and yell at him, and tell him to never speak to her like that again. But her repressed sexual side said otherwise. Besides, she made a deal with that bitch Sarah in order to keep her political ambitions and personal life from crashing down with the release of a sex tape.

With her phone still on in her purse, with Sarah listening, this was finally her chance to bring closure to the dreaded blackmail that was being committed against her.

A deal was a deal. And Jill had made a deal with both Sarah and Tyler. She slowly and hesitantly lifted the front part of her lower dress and exposed her thighs, crotch, and bare vagina to her son.

"What do you think?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

It made her feel so dirty to be exposing herself to Tyler like this. It was something he never should be seeing, yet here she was, opening herself to him and providing him a clear view of her womanhood.

"I...I can't believe you just did that," he stammered, staring at her cunt.

She took a deep breath, "Do you like it?"

"I...I do. Can I touch it?" he asked.

"There's no harm in that. Come here, give me your hand."

Tyler took a step forward to his mother, and she held his hand and brought it down to her privates. He touched her flesh intimately for the first time in his life. It wasn't the first vagina he had ever touched, but it was his mother's. His fingers traced across her labia and she became even more aroused.

"Thank you for this," he said. "I don't know what to say. This is better than I had ever imagined it would be?"

She raised her eyebrow, "So you've thought about doing this before? You've thought about touching my pussy?"

"...yes..." he said in a small voice. "I have."

"As your mother, it makes me curious as to what other dirty thoughts you've had about me. And be honest, or else this will be over and you'll never have another chance again."

"...I...I've thought about you using your mouth on me..."

Her vagina moistened at those very words and she knew Tyler could feel it, since his fingers went inside of her.

"Is that the type of woman you think I am?" she asked.

"No. Of course not. That's not what I'm saying...It's...It's just a crazy fantasy of mine. That's not how I think of you in real life."

She held his hand tighter as he fingered her. "Can I tell you a secret?"

"Anything mom."

"I haven't always been as prim proper as I am now. The media hasn't found this out yet, but I do have a past. I've been with quite a few men when I was younger, and a lot of that includes oral sex. So, is this something you would be interested in experiencing? Just this once..."

Jill regretted that statement the moment those words came out of her mouth. If she wasn't at the point of no return already, she was now. She was ready to become her son's slut. She was ready to use her mouth on him and display of all of her secret oral talents.

"Yes...I would be interested..." he meekly replied.

For that moment in time, Jill felt possessed and dropped down to her knees. A surge of sexual energy came over her and she undid her son's pants as if she was on autopilot. Like her fingers had been possessed and all her body could do was provide pleasure.

'I can't believe I'm doing this,' she thought to herself. It didn't take long for her to unzip him and hold his growing cock in her hands. Her eyes examining the cock the same way a doctor would for a patient. Except she wasn't a doctor, she was a mother, and this guy was her own son. She held the cock and stroked it for a while before taking it inside of her mouth.

"Oh god..." he gasped loudly.

Hearing him moan only added to her arousal. Tyler was rock hard the moment he slid in her mouth, and Jill put forth her best effort to suck and bob her head to the best of her ability. She became soaking wet as she gave her son the best blowjob he had ever had in his entire life. The room became filled with the unmistakable sounds of sucking and slurping from a woman with a passion for performing fellatio. She made sure to do it extra loud and sloppy so that bitch Sarah could listen over the phone, so that there could be no doubt that this was actually happening and the blackmail would be over.

She had let all her inhibitions go, and in that moment, the blackmail was the furthest thing from her mind. Her desires had taken hold of her, plus the fact that she was doing something so inappropriate at her official party. God, she was the newly elected mayor, if anyone knew, her life would be ruined. All she knew was that she wanted to satisfy both her son, and herself, by sucking his cock.

"Mom...wait...wait..." he moaned.

"What is it?" she asked, spitting out his cock and holding it in her hand.

"Is this really the only time we'll be doing this? We won't be doing this again?"

She shook her head. "This is the only time. We can't continue this, it isn't right. I hope you understand."

"Then can I fuck you?" he asked bluntly, yet with a shy tone. "You said you'll do whatever it takes and that you're offering yourself to me. If this is our only chance, then I want to have sex with you."

Her heart nearly skipped a beat at the idea of actually fucking her own son. At most, she assumed that she just be giving him a blowjob, and that would be the end of it. Oral sex was something she could handle with him, but actually taking his cock inside of her? That was a whole new level of taboo, and she wasn't sure if she was ready for it.

"Is this something you've always wanted?" she asked, fearing the answer.

Tyler suddenly looked bashful. "I think this is what most guys my age want. Honestly, you're really hot. Plus the whole 'mom' thing kind of adds to it, you know, the whole fantasy thing."

It was a hard truth for Jill to accept. As it turned out, Sarah was right about this. But there wasn't much time to reflect on the matter, after all, time was of the essence. This was a conversation Jill needed to have another time with her son. She was determined to probe his mind later. For now, all she needed to do was get her son off. She needed to make him cum. And she had to do that by fucking him. The very thought of it made her pussy clench.

"Tyler...I...I can't. I don't have any birth control and I'm not on the pill. I don't want to get pregnant, especially not with my son's baby."

He persisted, "Then how about anal? I've done it a few times with other girls and they all say they've enjoyed it. I know how to do it so that it isn't painful. Please?"

As if this day couldn't get any worse. Now he wanted anal? That was something which Jill had mixed emotions about for any of her past lovers. She wanted to refuse, but she knew what she offered him, and she knew what she agreed to with Sarah, and that Sarah was voyeuristically listening. There was no other choice. All she could do was pray that her son was good at this, and hopefully he would be gentle with her sensitive little hole.

Jill stood back up. "Fine. But be gentle, and go slow."

Before Jill could turn around, her son reached out with both hands and groped her breasts through her sleek dress. She felt a little degraded, but it wasn't nearly as bad as what she had already been doing with him.

"Can I see them?" he asked.

"It seems like you don't need my permission anymore to touch me like this. Go ahead, pull my dress down and lift my bra."

Tyler pulled the top of his mother's dress down and lifted her bra to expose her average sized breasts, which sagged at the right amount for her age. Her brown nipples were large and protruding from her arousal.

"I want you naked. Can I see you strip down?" he asked.

Jill didn't bother to reply. That would only take up unnecessary time. She sloppily tossed her outfit to the floor, leaving her in just her shoes and jewelry. She posed for a moment to let her son take in the sight of his nude mother before remembering that there were guests at her party who may have been looking for her at that point. She refused to waste any more time and walked over to the table, placed her palms down, and spread her legs so that her son could have his way with her body.

"Don't take too long," she said, acting as if he was the only one getting pleasure, when in fact they were both getting something out of this.

He got behind his mother and spread her butt cheeks apart, touching the tip of his hard cock against the outer ring of her anus. Jill winced as she knew what was coming her way. He then used his fingers to gently spread her asshole open to let the head of his cock inside. Jill gasped.

"Oh...that's it...go slow..." she told him.

Once the head of his cock was in, Tim held on to his mother's hips and slowly pushed his shaft inside the tight grip of her rectum. She continued wincing and gasping as her most intimate of areas was being violated.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

"I'm okay. Just make this quick..."

Tim went to work once her anus started to loosen. His mother's saliva from the previous cock sucking was all he needed to ensure that her asshole had enough lube and wetness so that he could go harder. Once they both became comfortable, he began to fulfill his incestuous dream of fucking his own mother.

The pleasure for both of them was intense. For Tyler, it was the chance to screw his own mom, as well the incredible feeling of her tight rectum around his hard cock. For Jill, it was the pain of accommodating something so big inside of her small hole, as well the idea of her own son taking sexual control over her body, while her blackmailer listened to it. She moaned and screamed. She didn't care how loud she was, because they were in a closed room and there was nobody around to hear it except for Sarah.

"Oh fuck," he groaned, pumping his hips. "I'm close."

This made Jill happy. As erotic, taboo, and arousing as this was, she was a busy woman and she had a party to attend. Her heart was pounding and her pussy was drenched. She considered reneging on her promise that this would be the only time they would ever do something. Maybe they'd do it again in the future? Only under the right circumstances though. This can't become a regular thing. But doing this once and awhile can't be so bad, can it?

Continuing this with her son was something she'd have to consider at another time. Now what she needed was her son to cum as quickly as possible, so she gave him the necessary encouragement.

"Cum inside me already," she hissed, as she was getting pounded from behind. "That's it. Release your pent up frustrations in my ass. Listen to your mother. Cum inside my hole. Fill my ass with your cum so I can go speak to my staff and other politicians at this party with your cum inside me. Would you like that? I want you to cum. Go on. Do it already."

Those words pushed all the right buttons inside Tyler, and after several long and fulfilling minutes of the unholy coupling of mother/son sex, he finally declared that he was on the verge of a powerful orgasm before filling the deep end of his mother's rectum with his cum.

It shot out, spurt after spurt, inside of Jill's ass. His cries were loud and obscene. His thrusts became frenzied until his cum was unloaded, then he pulled out and whimpered.

When it was done, they were both left slightly sweaty, still reeling from the incestuous fucking they had just committed. Jill turned around and saw her son dazed with his wet cock flaccid. She instinctively licked her lips at the sight of her son writhing with pleasure. God, she was so fucking aroused. But she was a busy woman, and with her, business always came first.

She picked up her clothes off the floor and quickly dressed, then fixed herself so that there weren't any wrinkles. Then she gave Tyler an unexpected kiss on the lips while he was getting dressed, leaving him dumbfounded with more pleasure.

"We'll continue this conversation at home," she said. "Until then, return to the party and act natural, okay?"

He nodded like a good puppy. "Yes, mom. Whatever you say."

She gave him another kiss on the lips. "Thanks. You're the best."

No less than a minute after Jill left the private room, she thought about all she had done to preserve her political career. It was worth it, she thought. She went down the hall to another private room, where Sarah would be waiting.

When she entered the room, sure enough, there was Sarah, who looked like she had just finished a private masturbation session with an 'I just fucked myself' look written all over her. Sarah leaned back on the chair and her phone was still on the table, which she had used to listen to the acts of incest.

"You certainly look like you've been enjoying yourself Ms. Wilson," the young blogger stated.

"It's not like I had a choice."

"Maybe not, but admit it, you loved it. It's painfully obvious that being a slut again is what gets you going and there's absolutely nothing sluttier than fucking your own son."

"In all honesty, I've never felt so conflicted in my entire life," Jill said in a moment of candor. "A part of me is in complete agony over what I allowed myself to do with him to preserve my reputation."

"And the other part of you?" Sarah asked with genuine curiosity.

"The other part of me can't wait to go home so we can do it again. I've never felt this way before. I'm already thinking about what I want to do with him next, even though it's horrible."

"Ah, that. You were a complete slut for your son and you loved it. Just embrace the fact that he will forever cherish this, and that whenever he sees you, he'll always think of the time where he emptied his cum inside of your asshole after you sucked him off."

She rolled her eyes. "I did what you asked. Now are you going to uphold your end of the deal and destroy the evidence you have of me?"

"I'm a woman of my word."

"How do I know you aren't lying? Excuse me for thinking that you're not very trustworthy."

"I would never lie to you," Sarah said solemnly. "How could I, after you've given me something so hot to listen to? That was easily the most erotic thing I had ever heard in my life. Let me show you exactly what it meant to me..."

Sarah lifted her leg and put one foot on the conference table, which completely exposed her bare pussy. It looked soaked and still hot from a recent masturbation orgasm. She put her finger inside and more fluids gushed.

"Why are you showing this to me?"

"Isn't it obvious?" the blogger grinned. "I want you to get on your knees and lick my fingers clean. As the new mayor, you have a duty to your constituents. Oh, and don't worry, this isn't blackmail. This is a bonus."

"You're an absolute bitch."

"I know. Now get over here. If you do a good job, I might even return the favor."

By her own free will, Jill took a few steps forward and got down on her knees. Sarah held her wet fingers out and Jill licked them clean, tasting the pussy fluids.

Sarah smiled, "Good girl. I knew you were still a slut deep down. It makes me wonder what else you can do with that tongue of yours."

Jill sat helplessly as her former blackmailer spread her cunt wide open. She remained frozen as Sarah ran her fingers through her hair and attempted to pull her forward.

"I'm...I'm not gay..." the politician meekly stated, resisting the urge to eat the exposed pussy.

"You don't have to be. There's nothing wrong with experimenting right? If you could suck fuck your own son, then this shouldn't be a problem for you. Besides, I know you're sexually curious about me. It was obvious the moment you first laid eyes on me. Now start sucking..."

She pulled the politician's head forward and Jill gave in and proceeded with her newfound oral duty. It was her first time putting her mouth against another woman's vagina, and she loved the experience. Her tongue ran up and down the labia before occasionally licking the pink flesh of Sarah's insides. And her mouth made sure to suck up all the fluids.

"Oh god..." Sarah moaned. "You're really starting to enjoy this aren't you? It seems I was right about you."

Jill stopped for a moment and looked up at the young woman. "It's not like I had a choice before. As for what I'm doing now, no one is going to find out about this. If you keep it that way, I wouldn't mind continuing doing this as long as you return the favor every now and then."

"I like what you're proposing Mayor. Believe me, there aren't many women who can eat pussy the way that I can."

Jill gave the vagina in front of her a few more kisses before stopping to stand up on her two feet. She then lifted her skirt and spread her legs.

"Show me," the politician said in a serious tone.

524 Pressed Together with Mom

HeyAll

So it had all come to this. My mother, the pillar of the community, was now engaged in a prank war with her sister. They were both adults who were highly respected members of the community. They were both accomplished professionals in their careers and always acted properly in public. But who says women can't have their fun too?

It all started during a big family gathering at my grandparents' ranch property in California. The place was huge and we got to see all sorts of distant relatives. It was a nice break from college, and mom got to relax from her busy job as an office manager.

On our first day there, Aunt Claire gathered some of the younger nieces and nephews, and scared the living crap out of mom. They all hid behind couches and furniture, and the moment my mother stepped into the room; "Boo!!!" They all jumped out at once, making my poor mother horrified for a second.

After a loud scream with mom turning completely stiff, she laughed, along with everyone else. It was all in good fun.

Now, with my mom pulling me aside in the privacy of her room, she was ready for revenge.

"I need a favor," she said with a mischievous expression, which didn't match her well-kept appearance. "A big favor."

"Does this have anything to do with that prank earlier?" I asked.

She smiled and nodded. "Oh yes. I think it's finally time to repay your Aunt for this."

This was a totally different side of my mother. Normally, she'd be the first person against this sort of stuff. When I was younger, she was a PTA mom, and she was stricter than many of the teachers. Everything had to be orderly and respectful. She hated pranks or anything like that.

Now, here she was, ready to return fire. There was a gleam in her eye as she was ready to escalate things. It was a new version of my mother.

And I liked it.

"So, what should we do?" I asked, displaying a mischievous grin of my own.

She thought for a moment. "Well, I haven't actually thought of it yet. But she has a good scare coming her way. Believe it or not, your Aunt Claire used to be a huge prankster."

"Really? I never knew that."

"That was when we were growing up. I had to boss her around because I was her older sister. And she paid me back with her prank-scares. Never malicious. It was all out of love. But now, it's time..."

I nodded. "Remind me to never get on your bad side."

"Aunt Claire has it coming. Unfortunately, I'm not an expert in pranks. Do you have anything in mind?"

"How about we recruit the other nieces nephews to be on our side? We'll all prank Aunt Claire together."

"I don't know if we can trust of all them," mom replied. "My sister gives them a lot of candy. Their loyalty will be with their Aunt."

"We could always bribe them with even more candy."

"That still won't overcome what my sister gives them. It will have to be us, alone."

I thought for a moment. "Do you know her plans tomorrow?"

"Mostly. We have a few family things going on."

"Hmmm..."

A lightbulb seemingly went off in mom's head. "Why don't we hide in Aunt Claire's closet? When she goes to her room, closes the door, then goes to her closet, we'll pop out of there and give her a nice little fright. That'll teach her."

I smiled. "Now that sounds like a plan."

The next morning, we were ready. Mom and I snuck down the hall like ninjas, careful not to be seen, as we went inside Aunt Claire's guestroom. We couldn't risk being seen by any of the nieces nephews, because they might have given warning to Aunt Claire.

I couldn't help but notice how attractive mom looked doing such a mischievous thing. She was prepared to scare her sister. Yet she looked so angelic doing so, wearing a thin sundress, barefoot on the carpet, and her hair was combed in a casual breezy way.

We talked quietly once we were successfully inside the room. Most of the family was outside enjoying the ranch. According to intel, Aunt Claire would return to her room in about 10 minutes, more or less. So we had to finalize our plans, and fast.

"The closet," mom said, scanning the room. "We'll just stick with that."

It was the kind of closet where the front part had shutters. Meaning, air could ventilate, we'd have some light, and most importantly, we'd be able to see Aunt Claire coming.

She added, "And make a scary face when you pop out."

"Are you doing that too?" I asked.

"I'm too old to be making scary faces. That's for young people, like you."

"Mom, I'm also too old to be making scary faces."

She gave me a sharp look. "Fine. Disregard the scary face part. Let's just scare her."

When we opened the closet door, a major problem arose.

The closet was squeezed tight and cluttered. It was filled with boxes in the back, and the rack was filled with clothes, including a few blouses and undergarments. It was pretty narrow too. One person could fit with ease. But shoving two people in there would be an issue.

"What should we do?" I asked, with both of us knowing there were problems with the plan.

"Maybe you should do this alone? I'm sure you can fit in there."

"Are you kidding? You want me to scare her alone?"

"Why not?"

"This was your idea," I reminded. "Plus, it would be really weird if I did this by myself. She's never scared me before."

Mom took a deep breath. "Then we'll both have to press together."

"Should we abort the plan?"

"No. We proceed."

There was determination in mom's eyes and voice. It was now or never. She really wanted to scare her sister, and I had to respect that.

"Okay, I'll go in first," I said.

"That makes sense, since you're a lot taller than me."

"We should clear some of this stuff before we get in."

"Good idea."

We were about to push some of the stuff aside, when suddenly, we heard footsteps coming down the hall. Mom and I both froze for a split second, silently looking each other in the eyes. Then we reacted.

"Quick," she whispered.

I followed her command and shoved myself in the closet, past the rack full of clothes. Mom followed me inside the closet, squeezing herself in, and quietly shut the door.

The space was so tight that mom's voluptuous butt was pressed against my crotch. Even more surprising, she didn't even bother to adjust herself or move her butt away. I certainly couldn't move. And frankly, I don't think mom could have moved either. The closet was that tight.

We could hear each other breathing in the confines of the little closet. We were able to peek through the shutters. There was nothing. Then the footsteps from the hall went away.

"Probably a false alarm," she said, her eyes peering through the shutters.

"Should we get out of the closet and try to adjust so we have more room?"

"Good idea."

As mom was about to open the closet door so we could adjust things, we heard other footsteps down the hall, causing us to freeze. Then the footsteps left.

Another false alarm.

"On second thought, we should probably just stay here," mom whispered. "I know for a fact that she'll be here any moment to change her clothes."

Mom was so into this, that she practically ignored the fact that her butt was still pressed against my crotch.

"Ummm... what about...you know..."

"What on earth are you talking about?" she asked, like I was disturbing her concentration.

I huffed. "Mom, your butt is pressed against my private area."

"Oh, that. Well, you'll just have to deal with it."

"You really don't mind?"

"Is there a problem?" she asked playfully.

When she asked that, she also wiggled her butt at the same time, gently grinding herself against my cock. It was an act which could have some serious consequences in a matter of moments.

"Jeez, you're making this...nevermind..."

"You're not becoming aroused, are you?" she asked.

"It's not like I can help it if you keep doing... that..."

"You mean this?"

That was when she did it again, wiggling her butt so that it would grind against my crotch. She must have felt my cock through my shorts, yet she did it anyway. There might have been a way for me to step aside, but that would have been too difficult, and potentially made too much noise. At least that was my excuse for not moving and allowing my mother to grind against me like that.

When she stopped moving, her voluptuous butt was still pressed tightly against my cock. Her eyes remained looking through the shutters.

Then my worst fear at the moment came true. Blood flowed through my cock and it felt like a balloon suddenly being pumped with air. Unfortunately, it had nowhere to go except to press against my mother's firm ass.

"Seriously?" she asked, her eyes still peering through the shutters.

"What did you expect? It's your fault."

She sighed, "Men-- you all get stimulated by even the slightest touch."

"If you knew that, why did you keep rubbing yourself against me like that?" I countered.

"You mean like this?"

This time, mom pushed her butt backwards, pressing harder against my crotch, then she had the audacity to clench her firm butt cheeks together, squeezing my cock in the process.

"Jeez!" I reacted.

"Sshhhh. Someone might hear us."

Then she relaxed her butt and stood upright again, as if nothing was out of the ordinary. I was becoming super aroused, and with my mom!

"Should we abort the plan?" I asked uncomfortably. "I don't think she's coming anytime soon. And plus, you know..."

"Nonsense. She'll be here. She often runs later. And I honestly don't care that you're stiff right now. Normally, I'd never ever allow this. But this is a special circumstance."

Hearing my mother say that was a total shock. In all our years of living together, we had never talked about sex or body parts. I had never even seen her undressed before, not by accident or anything. She was always buttoned up and reserved. Now, here she was, acting like my hard cock against her ass was nothing to be concerned about.

"I think we should abort," I said. "My situation is only getting worse. It'll be super awkward soon. We could always payback Aunt Claire later."

She thought for a moment. "Fine. We'll do this later -- wait -- sshhhh..."

Footstep noises came from the hall. There was no way of knowing whose it was. Mom's eyes remained locked through the opening of the shutter, and we were ready to jump out of the closet and scare Aunt Claire.

But once again, the footsteps left and it was another false alarm.

"We can't leave now," she said. "It sounds like there are people in the hall. If anyone sees us coming out of your aunt's room, our plan will be exposed. I'll never be able to get her back."

"Okay, so we'll just stay here."

Mom clenched her butt on my cock again. "Do you think that'll go away?"

"Maybe if you stop doing that with your bottom."

"Fair enough. I'll stop. Let me try and move so that we're not so squished together."

"Good idea," I replied.

Unfortunately, there were lots of clothes on the rack and a bunch of shoe boxes on the floor. She tried to move without making a lot of sound, and without accidentally falling, but it was tough to do anything.

"Can you hold me with your arms?" she asked. "I don't want to trip over a shoebox and crash through the closet door."

"Okay, I'll hold your shoulders."

"Grab me by the waist. That'll be better."

Mom lifted her arms (the best she could under the circumstances) and I reached up to grab her waist. Through the chaos of it all, she turned her body slightly to the side and I accidentally cupped one of her round breasts through her dress.

"Oh shit," I gasped, pulling my hand away. "Sorry about that."

"That's quite alright. It was an accident. Or at least I hope it was."

Holy shit. Did she just accuse me of doing that on purpose?

"Of course it was an accident," I firmly insisted. "What kind of weirdo do you think I am?"

She jokingly sighed. "Who knows, you might be a weirdo like your Aunt. She used to do that to me all the time in college."

Holy shit. Did she really just say that?

"Really?"

"Forget it," she quickly backtracked. "It was only a joke."

"That didn't sound like a joke. Aunt Claire used to grab your boobs?"

She paused. "We used to pinch each other, here and there. Just for fun."

"Then why do you sound so secretive talking about it."

Mom didn't reply. Instead, she slowly started rubbing her butt against my crotch again.

"Oh my goodness," she said, still softly rubbing her butt to me. "You're throbbing down there."

God, this was humiliating.

"Sorry."

"Instead of being sorry, you can tell me why you've become so stiff all of a sudden," she insisted.

"I don't know. We were just talking about... you know..."

"You became more aroused hearing about how me and my sister used to touch each other's breasts?" she asked incredulously. "What in the world is wrong with you?"

Before I could reply, the bedroom door opened and closed as Aunt Claire entered the room. Mom and I were both ready to scare her when she'd eventually come to the closet.

As we watched through the shutters of the closet door, things made an unexpected twist as Aunt Claire stood by her bed and got undressed. We watched like peeping voyeurs as she got totally naked in a matter of seconds.

Holy shit! Aunt Claire had an incredibly gorgeous naked body, which made my cock throb against my mother's ass.

When she approached the closet, things became painfully awkward for a split second. Were we actually going to scare her while she was totally naked?

There was a knock on the bedroom door and someone called for Aunt Claire. That was when she slipped on a sweater and pants (with no bra or underwear) and she left the room again.

"Phew," I exhaled. "That was close."

"I know..." mom's voice trailing off.

"Are you breathing heavy?"

"It's a tense situation," she tried to explain.

But it was more than that. I knew mom well enough to know that she was flustered in some way.

"Besides," she added, wiggling her hips again. "It's not like you're in a position to criticize anyone either, am I right?"

I felt even more embarrassed about my aching cock pressing against her ass.

"I guess not."

"This must run in the family."

Suddenly my cock swelled, nearly twitching against mom's butt. Now it all made sense. Everything became clear, no matter how dirty or taboo the whole thing seemed.

"Are you...attracted to her?" I reluctantly asked (wishing I hadn't).

She hesitated. "Aunt Claire and I have a unique relationship, to say the least."

Holy shit. My suspicion was confirmed and I was left with a flurry of questions. I didn't want to pepper mom with questions. But I still needed to know more.

"What kind of relationship?" I asked cautiously.

She sighed, "You're old enough to know, I suppose. In college, along with our young adult years, we were roommates. And, well, we enjoyed each other's company, in a way that sisters aren't supposed to."

"Oh..."

My cock ached badly against mom's ass.

"Feels like you approve," she said, nearly giggling.

"That's hot...I mean, it's interesting."

"I suppose it's the fantasy of lots of men. Two sisters, living together, going down on each other occasionally."

"Oh shit," I gasped. "Do you really mean that you..."

"We ate each other's pussy, to use slang. It's not something I'm proud of, but my sister can be very persuasive. And I grew to enjoy it."

I was shocked to the core. There was zero shame in mom's voice either. It was like she had a deep fondness for these memories. Memories which she wished she could relive. I was surprised that she was telling me this, but I was glad she was open about it. I had never heard such a taboo story in person before, and from my own mother of all people.

"So that's what the whole breast touching thing was about," I said.

"Yes. When I would cook, she used to come up behind me and scare me, then hold me, squeezing both of my breasts. I got used to having my breasts fondled by family, so it didn't bother me when you touched them by accident."

Dirty thoughts came to mind. With my raging hard cock, I couldn't think straight. My mind wasn't right. I just had to ask...

"Do you think I can... you know... touch them again? For my troubles being stuck here in this tiny closet with you?"

"Why on earth would I allow that?" she hissed.

"Nevermind. Sorry."

Mom sighed, "Men-- breasts are breasts to all of you, even if it's your own mother's. Fine, go ahead and touch them. Only because you're helping me with this."

My pulse raced as I reached forward to cup both of her full breasts with my hands. I fully expected her to slap my hands away, but that never happened. I squeezed her tits through her dress, feeling her plump tits. The sound of her breathing heavier became more apparent. She was enjoying this.

"You like this, don't you?" I asked, massaging her tits.

"Yes..." her voice trailed off. "Maybe I should have warned you, but I have a very sensitive bosom. It easily arouses me if they're caressed like this."

Now I knew her weak spot, as I continued rubbing her full tits. Her increased pace of breathing was proof that mom's breasts were as sensitive as she had claimed them to be.

Her pleasure spots were easy to find. She seemed to groan every time she was squeezed on the lower half of her breasts, and around her nipple area too. When her nipples were rubbed through her top, she'd gasp a little.

"This isn't something you ever should have known about me," she breathed. "Or felt."

"Maybe later you can ask Aunt Claire to eat your pussy again," I teased, just to see what would happen. "Or maybe you can eat her pussy instead."

She moaned. "Oh god..."

Things were getting out of hand. I didn't know what the fuck I was thinking saying something like that. But it was having a profound effect on my mother. She continued to breathe hard while I continued rubbing the soft flesh of her tits through her dress.

"Tell me more," she whispered.

I thought fast. "Aunt Claire has such a beautiful naked body. I can see why you agreed to do all that stuff with her. You seem so turned on seeing her naked again."

"Yes, I am. She's beautiful."

"Let's ask her after we scare her. I'm sure she'd love to eat your pussy again. No one can resist you, mom. Not even me."

"Jesus," she gasped.

That's when I slipped one hand inside the top of her dress and bra, cupping her bare tit in my hand. Her breast was soft, firm, and her nipple was rock-fucking-hard. It was a big nipple too, and I wished that I could suck it.

"Just relax mom," I said. "I'm getting you aroused for Aunt Claire later. I'm making your pussy nice and wet, so she can devour it. So she can devour your cream. Then you can eat her wet pussy afterwards too."

She moaned, "Keep rubbing my breast. Put your other hand down my panties."

"Are you sure?"

"Do it," she softly pleaded. "Now."

Mom wanted to cum. There was no doubt about that. The only problem was, we were in a closet and Aunt Claire could come back at any time. But maybe mom enjoyed the thought of that? Maybe mom found this to be the ultimate thrill (which it was, frankly).

Either way, I couldn't resist. With my hand on mom's tit, I used my other hand to reach below to hike her dress up, until her panties were exposed, then I slid my hand down.

Her pussy was hairy, which was a sexy feeling. I slipped my fingers further down to find her pussy lips, which were moist in between. She was so aroused that her panties must have been soaked.

I rubbed her clit, which made her gasp, and it made my cock even harder in the process. Both of us ached.

"Don't worry," I said. "It won't be much longer until Aunt Claire has her lips around your pussy again, sucking your juices, licking your clit, making you cry. I can help make it happen."

"You can?" she asked rhetorically, wanting me to add to her fantasy.

"Oh yes. But on one condition."

"Tell me."

"You have to let me watch," I said, adding a clause in my moment of uncontrollable horniness. "I get to watch the whole thing."

She moaned, "Yes, you deserve it. I'd love to have you watch us."

"Really?" I asked, unsure of whether this was fantasy talk, or her real life wish.

She reached down to squeeze my hand, beckoning me to enter her cunt.

"Just keep touching me," she moaned.

I was still unsure if she really wanted me to watch, but nevertheless, this felt amazing the way it was going. She was floating in ecstasy as I listened to her moan, continuing to fondle her bare tit and bare cunt. My fingers slipped inside her pussy, making her even more dazed.

Mom's body suddenly jerked when I curled my fingers inside of her pussy. It was one strong jolt and she held still. I stopped moving my fingers, but then I realized that I had just found her g-spot. I rubbed the wet spot inside of her pussy and her body stiffened.

"Oh god," she breathed.

"That's your g-spot, isn't it?"

"Yes...I...I think we should stop."

"Or else what?" I asked, already knowing.

"I'll cum if you keep doing this."

My sex drive went into overdrive, and I wanted my mother to feel the same. My fingers worked on her g-spot and every muscle in her body seemed to become tense. She even had to grab a hold of something to hold herself upright. Moans and panting noises escaped her lips. Her ass even clenched against my cock a few times.

I wondered if she would try to stop me from making her cum while we waited for her sister, but she never bothered. It had been a while since she had dated someone, and I had no clue what her masturbation habits were, but she clearly loved this. Her body and moans spoke volumes, and if she was going to cum, it needed to be soon.

"You'll need to cum before Aunt Claire gets here," I said, playing with her breast and pussy.

She struggled to speak. "You'll need to cum too."

"I can wait."

"We can't jump out of the closet with that giant hard-on of yours sticking through your shorts."

I gulped. "What did you have in mind?"

While I continued fondling my mother, she managed to push her hips forward, creating a small space between us, and she reached back to squeeze my cock. She stroked me through my shorts. I never knew she had such a strong grip.

If things weren't crazy enough, she put her hand inside my shorts and stroked my bare cock, while I continued fondling her breast and g-spot. It was like heaven with the added taboos of being in her sister's closet and knowing their incestuous secrets.

"We better hurry," I whispered in her ear. "God forbid Aunt Claire walk in and catch us like this. She'd know what a naughty mother you've become. Then she'd demand the same service. Would you like that?"

Her lower back arched as I stimulated her g-spot even faster, and even deeper too.

"Yes," she moaned. "I'd like that."

"If Aunt Claire came in here and saw this, she'd demand that you lick her pussy until she cums. She'd want to ride your face until she was in total bliss."

Mom gripped my cock hard. "Would she eat me also?"

"Of course. Both of us would eat your pussy. Me and Aunt Claire would take turns licking your cunt."

Mom's body jerked. I know what a female orgasm looks like, and this was it. Her body tensed tightly and her breathing momentarily stopped, like she was holding her breath involuntarily. I relentlessly fingered her g-spot during the climax. Fluids trickled from down her pussy, onto my hand, and down mom's legs. Her butt clenched tight and she leaned back, touching my hard cock with her ass.

Then she released a deep exhale and her body seemed to relax again. The fluids leaking from her pussy were reduced to a trickle, and she was breathing heavy. The orgasm was over and the grip she held on my cock loosened.

Mission accomplished!

"Your turn," she said, with a short breath. "You need to cum before my sister gets back."

"It'll make a mess. I don't want to stain your dress or any of Aunt Claire's clothes. She'd be mortified if she knew I came on her stuff."

"Which is why we can't leave any traces of evidence."

With that, mom seemingly contorted her body so that she could get on her knees, or at least try. I pulled away from her breast and pussy. She turned to face me and accidentally banged on the closet door on the way down. As she lowered herself, she knocked over a few shoeboxes, making even more noise, which I hoped couldn't be heard from the hallway.

That's when she did it. She took my cock inside of her mouth and it felt like heaven. I didn't care that this was my prim proper mother. I didn't care that our relationship had changed forever. All I cared about was the pleasure, and the need for sexual release, just like my mother felt moments earlier. I understood why my mother couldn't stop. I couldn't stop either. Both of us, as it turned out, are really into the whole incest thing.

Her mouth expertly sucked my hard shaft. Her lips wrapped tightly around me and her tongue gave the occasional swirl around the tip. Even though the closet was dark, I still had a faint view thanks to the shutters. It was an unbelievable sight, seeing her head bobbing rapidly, up down on my cock. She was a real pro at sucking cock and I knew I'd be asking for this again.

The pleasure was amazing and I was close to an orgasm. The problem was, the bedroom door had opened and Aunt Claire stood there, still talking to someone in the hallway.

"Oh fuck," I whispered. "She's here."

Mom whispered back. "You'll have to cum, now. I'll swallow it. Then we proceed with the plan."

She went back to work sucking and stroking my cock. This time with extreme vigor and intensity as Aunt Claire had a short conversation in the hallway.

I wanted to cry because of how good my mother's mouth and hand felt. But all I could do was hold it in, otherwise we'd be caught.

Because of the situation, I couldn't warn my mother. I shot a massive load of cum, straight to the back of her throat. She swallowed and continued stroking and sucking. More shots of cum went in her mouth. Then a few more loads overflowed from her lips, which she quickly licked away.

"Thanks, that was fantastic," I whispered.

Unfortunately, before she could stand upright again, the bedroom door closed and Aunt Claire was alone. I watched through the shutters as my Aunt got naked again, pulling off her sweater and pants. God, she looked gorgeous. She went over to the mirror and examined her naked appearance, flipping her hair in the process.

All the while, my mother remained silent on her knees, both of us wishing that Claire would avoid the closet, so that we wouldn't be caught.

Aunt Claire moved around and she was out of sight for a moment. I didn't want to lean in towards the shutters because it might make a noise.

The closet door suddenly flung open. Aunt Claire stood there with her jaw totally dropped by the unexpected sight. She was naked in all her glory. All of us were completely mortified beyond belief.

I looked down to see my wet cock still exposed. Mom turned to look at her sister, both of them shocked to see each other like this. It was an unbelievable situation. My cock was still in mom's hand. Mom still had cum around her lips and chin. And mom's dress was disheveled around her breast area, giving away the fact that I had just fondled her tit. Wet stains were there too, from mom's orgasm.

Suddenly, Aunt Claire's shocked expression turned into a smile.

"Oh my god," Aunt Claire half-grinned, her lips tightening.

Mom struggled to speak, while still on her knees. "We...were...we were trying to scare you. And...oh god..."

Aunt Claire licked her lips at the sight of us. Mom suddenly looked up at me with shock still on her face. My cock gave a slight twitch.

That was the moment when Aunt Claire bent down and gave my mother a nice long lick across the chin, then gulping it down to devour my cum, letting mom know that this was nothing to be ashamed of. Next, my mother and Aunt Claire engaged in a full blown makeout session that sent all of us into a daze.

"Come on out," Aunt Claire smiled after the kiss, standing upright again, licking the last bit of cum from her own lips. "You two look ridiculous being stuffed in there. Did you two really think you could scare me?"

When we got out of the closet, mom still looked totally embarrassed, fixing her disheveled dress in the process.

"I... I don't know what to say?" mom stammered.

I had also gotten out of the closet, tucking my cock away. The only person unfazed by this was my Aunt, who was unabashed by her own nudity. In fact, it seemed as though Aunt Claire relished this moment.

"There's nothing to say," Aunt Claire noted. "The apple certainly doesn't fall far from the forbidden tree in this family, does it?"

Aunt Claire turned to me, "By the looks of things, you don't seem surprised that I just kissed your mother and ate cum from her mouth."

"I've told him everything," mom admitted, with a hint of shame. "He knows about our -- unique -- relationship and past."

Aunt Claire put her hands on her hips. "Now what are we going to do about this?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.

"Well, you've obviously just been serviced by your mother, but what do I get? After all, you've had the audacity to do it in MY closet. And I have thought about welcoming you to the family secret for a while now."

Mom looked at me, nodding in agreement, with a conflicting look of shame and lust written all over her face.

"Uh, mom?"

"She might be right," mom said softly. "You're a strapping man, and your cock is lovely. There's no reason why we shouldn't enjoy it together."

I tensed, not sure whether to be affronted or aroused. My body chose aroused, and I felt my cock twitch again.

Aunt Claire shrugged and smiled. "So the secret is out. What are we waiting for?"

It was the most unbelievable thing I had ever witnessed, seeing my naked Aunt wrap her arms around my stiff mother, who was still in shock over getting caught. When Aunt Claire kissed my mother on the lips again, that's when she began to finally loosen up and enjoy it. Mom even kissed back, opening herself in front of me.

"I've wanted this for a long time," Aunt Claire said between kisses. "We still have time before we're expected to be outside with everyone else."

My eyes grew wide and my cock tensed. Aunt Claire led mom over to the bed, and my Aunt laid on her back, opening her legs in the process. It was the ultimate invitation.

I watched as my mother, hungry with lust, dove between my Aunt's legs and started lapping at the exposed pussy, making Aunt Claire cry with satisfaction. I stood there, shell shocked. This encounter between them was a long time coming. Part of me wanted to join in, but the other part thoroughly enjoyed watching two gorgeous women go at it in the most ravenous of ways.

Until my Aunt Claire, while still enjoying the feeling of her pussy being eaten, looked at me with a mischievous expression, and used her finger to gesture for me to come over. I did. My cock was already turning hard again at this point. Then she pointed to my mom's bottom, which was pointing straight up in the air while she ate pussy.

That's when I did it. I tossed the bottom of mom's dress over her back, exposing her butt, and yanked her panties down. I was afraid that mom would freak out over this, but she didn't. She kept on eating pussy and her butt kept pointing in the air.

It only took a matter of seconds for me to free my renewed erection and press it against my mom's wet cunt. It all felt like a frenzy and she gasped when I entered her pussy. She moaned, with the cunt in her mouth muffling the noises. I could hardly believe it. I was fucking my own mother while she was eating her sister.

My mom, whose body is so sensitive, was the first to cum. She shook from head to toe, moaning loudly into Aunt Claire's pussy. Aunt Claire came as my mom's face was forced deeper into her as she climaxed, both women now crying out in unison, squirting their gorgeous juices. I kept thrusting, deeper inside my mother's cunt, until finally, I felt my cum fill my mom's hole.

We all fell on to the bed, laughing.

"Welcome to the family secret," Aunt Claire said to me, kissing me fervently on the lips.

"The three of us should get together more often," mom added, seeming no longer ashamed by the situation. "We have the same passions and interests. No one else needs to know."

That was the moment when everything changed.

Fucking mom's pussy and cumming inside her was the ultimate taboo. It was the ultimate forbidden fruit of pleasure. Not only because it felt good to fuck, but whose pussy it was. It was like claiming the biggest sexual prize there was to offer.

Mom's sexual appetite had been unleashed during this trip. She had plenty of chances to eat her sister's pussy, and vice versa. They pleasured each other secretly when they found time to be alone. Often it involved sneaking into Aunt Claire's room late at night or using the bathroom together. Both of them were always left with mischievous smiles on their faces, like they were sorority girls again. The best part was mom would (reluctantly) tell me all the details after a bit of prying on my part.

I was also lucky enough to be included during these private, incestuous sexual trysts at the family gathering. As it turned out, Aunt Claire had become a huge fan of watching mom suck my cock, and me fucking her. So much so that she wanted to try sucking my cock for herself, which I think made mom a little jealous, causing my mother to step up her game. It was like a friendly sexual competition between loving sisters, seeing who could suck cock the best.

And to think, all of this happened because of a scare...

The End

525 Public Places with Mom

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Like most summer trips, Natalie was in for a memorable experience. Only this time, she'd be fucking sucking her son in public places.

It all started during a work-retreat in Thailand. Mr. Brandson was the eccentric billionaire boss and they had just signed a major hotel development deal there. He brought his inner-circle with him and encouraged them to bring their families along.

While the families enjoyed the beach, all the employees sat nearby at a cafe on a hot morning. Instead of their normal business suits, they were all dressed in casual tshirts and shorts.

The boss seemed more eccentric than usual. He stood and gave an impassioned speech about how life was short and how people should live their dreams.

"Today, I'm extremely excited," Mr. Brandson proclaimed. "We all have a chance to become our better selves."

Everyone listened attentively as he spoke. He spoke words of wisdom and the importance of achieving desires.

The small audience applauded.

Mr. Brandson added, "Which is why I'd like each of you to jot down a bucket list of things you've all wanted to do in life, but never had the chance. Something simple. Something realistic which can be achieved here in Thailand."

Blank pieces of paper and pens were handed out to everyone. People began writing down their dreams in earnest.

Natalie thought it was a cute exercise. She smiled. Despite her high-powered job, she was a plain woman at heart. She didn't really have a bucket list of things to do. But the assignment was the assignment and she had to fill something out.

Off the top of her head, she wrote down:

1) Tasting as much local cuisine as possible. I love Thai food.

2) Working on my tan lines.

3) Sex? In public places? It's a silly fantasy of mine. : )

Even though she preferred her adult relationships to be tame, the idea of doing sexual favors for someone in public had always gotten her incredibly hot. It was truly her secret fantasy, one that she never told anyone about. Why risk something like that?

She knew the boss would get a real laugh out of it because he loved sex jokes. Especially coming from her, since she was known for her professionalism and no-nonsense approach to work.

"I see pens coming down," Mr. Brandson said. "Good. You're all done. Hand them in, then go out and explore this amazing city. The next meeting is tomorrow morning at 9 am."

The group seemed eager to have a brief vacation with their families and soak up the sun. Then the boss dropped a major bombshell.

Mr. Brandson added, with the most deviant of smiles, "Oh, and by the way, whatever you wrote down on your list, I expect you to do it today."

There were looks of shock on everyone's faces.

"That's right," he grinned. "Have a dream of skydiving? The airfield is only a few blocks away. Scuba diving? It's just down the shore. Anything on your list which is doable here, get it done. And I want picture proof too! Come on people, life is short, live a little!"

People laughed at the crazy things they were now expected to do. Surely they'd be in for a great time and Mr. Brandson seemed eager for his trusted employees to come out of their shells.

As a female assistant came around to collect the papers, Natalie stood dumbfounded for a moment.

"Can I have a second, please?" Natalie asked, bidding time. "I just need to fix a minor mistake."

The assistant understood. "Oh, okay."

Natalie put her pen on the paper and attempted to scribble over the last point she wrote. She only succeeded halfway.

"Natalie, what are you doing?" Mr. Brandson asked, like he caught someone with a hand in the cookie jar.

She looked up at the leering boss. "Small mistake, sir. It'll only be a second."

The boss shook his head in a 'tsk, tsk, tsk,' kind of way. He slowly walked over to her. He wasn't mad. He was never mad. But he was an intense guy with all his energy, and that could be quite intimidating.

"Hand me the paper, Natalie," he said with a fake evil grin.

Natalie handed him the paper and laughed, like the content was a joke, and she expected him to laugh back.

"Interesting choices," he said, reading the list. "The last one is surprising. I look forward to seeing the pictures of that."

She forced another laugh. "Right, how about with a stranger?"

"That could work," he joked back. "But everyone came with family or a date. You came with someone too, if I recall. Might be fun, but don't get caught, of course. Safety is always important with these sorts of things."

Although there was a big smile on Mr. Brandson's face, it was clear he meant what he said. Failure was never an option with him. He was crazy enough to fire anyone who didn't follow through, even if it meant having sex in public.

She wanted to retort: 'But he's my son!'

"But, sir," she started. "I actually..."

His phone beeped. "Excuse me, Natalie. I have an important call with the Mayor of this city. Enjoy your day."

He answered the call, gave her a suggestive wink, and walked away. Natalie wondered if this really just happened. Knowing her boss, this was absolutely real. A year ago, Mr. Brandson made an employee go skydiving 10 times in a single month because that employee expressed a fear of heights.

So of course this man was serious. He was a free-thinker and the rules of traditional society didn't apply to him. And that was the key to his success. Everything was about experiencing life to the fullest.

This left Natalie in a serious bind. At this point, she had two options. 1) She could admit failure to her boss, which would mean disaster for her career. Or 2) She could actually go through with it.

By her own estimation, there were some recent retirements and she could be due for a big promotion. A week earlier, she had a private meeting with the boss where they also discussed a potential pay raise as well. She was a hard worker and her boss recognized that fact.

She met with her son Zack down the beach. Although he was laying back on a lounge chair underneath a beach umbrella, Natalie could tell that his eyes were checking out all the local Thai women and scantily clad tourists as discreetly as possible. Typical for a 19 year old, or any man, she thought.

"You look busy," she said playfully, standing over him.

"I'm trying. I'm clearly not as busy as you."

She laid across an available lounge chair right next to him.

"You have no idea," she sighed, closing her eyes to relax a moment so she could try to enjoy the rest of her morning.

"Oh? Anything going on?"

"Nothing, except for a big misunderstanding. One day I'll look back on this and laugh."

"How about today?" he asked, showing some concern. "You seem stressed."

She rolled over to face him. "Maybe you'll think this is hilarious, or maybe you'll be mortified like I am."

"Just tell me already."

"You know what kind of guy Mr. Brandson is, right?"

He nodded and smiled. "Yep, he's a billionaire, he knows how to party, and he's always surrounded by hot chicks. He's living every guy's dream."

"And you also know his work ethic and his philosophy on life, right?"

"Based on what you've told me and what I've read in the news, I think so. Why? Has he gone off the rails this time?"

"In my opinion, yes. He had us write down things we really want to do, like a bucket list. I don't really have a bucket list, so I wrote down 'public sex' as a joke. Don't ask me why. Anyway..."

Zack's eyes widened and he cut her off. "He wants you to actually do it?"

"I knew you were familiar with my boss's style. Yes, that's exactly what he wants."

"Was he joking? I mean, the guy is a jokester."

Natalie shook her head. "He's a jokester when he's telling jokes, not when he gives orders. When he tells you to do something, it better get done, or else his wrath will be felt. How else do you think he became a billionaire?"

"Just pretend you did it. Life will go on."

"I wish it was that easy. He wants picture evidence. That's another reason he's so successful. He verifies everything."

They both paused for a moment, thinking to themselves about how to handle this situation.

"Well, you're in luck," he said finally.

She raised an eyebrow. "How so?"

"As a college student, I know how to fake doing important assignments. Trust me, he'll think you did it."

"Zack, have you lost your mind?"

"Not yet. Come on, mom, we suddenly have a busy morning."

He got up and Natalie had no choice but to follow along.

They went to the area of the beach where there was a small dock for boat rides and other water sports. At that hour, most of the tour boats had already left.

While Natalie wondered what was going on, Zack kept on scanning the area for God knows what.

"Mind telling me what's going on?" she asked, amused by her son's antics.

"We're going to complete the task."

She smiled, "And how exactly are we going to do that?"

"My college education that you're paying for has tremendous benefits. Thanks to college, I know all about exchanging naked selfies and pictures with hot chicks."

"I'm not even going to ask about that."

"That's fine. The point is, I know how to stage a picture to make it look like you're... you know... doing stuff in public."

She crossed her arms and thought about it. "I'm listening."

"There's an open shower area over there, which has dividers for some privacy. It's technically public, but it's private enough that we won't be seen."

"Go on."

"We can simulate physical acts, some touching, and with the right angles, it'll look real. You'll have to pull some of your clothes down a little."

"Is that so?" she asked playfully.

"Mom, if we're going to do this, we're going to have to do this properly."

The offer seemed genuine enough. She knew her son was a ladies man who was getting plenty of action in college. He was also talented at taking pictures. If anyone could pull this off, it was him. And they both knew that her boss never accepted failure.

Speaking of which, her phone beeped, notifying her of an incoming email. Right away she knew it was from Mr. Brandson, who was always working, even when he was having fun.

She checked the message on her phone:

Morning Friends,

I'm sure you're all having a blast. So far I've heard back from Richard, who's already in the process of going scuba diving, and Jessica, who's renting a motorcycle. Excellent work you two! I see you have what it takes to succeed in life! I love it!!!

Folks, I want to see you push yourselves. Live your dreams and I want proof. Anything that can be done here, do it. I want pics or else you'll be fired. (Not a joke!!!) If they're embarrassing pics I'll delete them. I promise.

I know there are some awkward ones (I'm looking at you, Matt, Deni, and Natalie) but if you dig deep within yourselves, it can be done.

Sincerely,

x Brand

As soon as she read it, she showed the phone to her son.

"Now what?" he asked, reading the message.

"As much as I hate this, we'll do your plan. Just a few pictures and then we'll go have lunch and forget all this. God, what was I thinking writing that down for my boss?"

"Was it really..." he hesitated. "A fantasy of yours?"

"That's none of your business. Please don't ask me that again."

"Sorry."

She rubbed his shoulder. "Like I said, let's finish this, then have lunch, then we'll forget this ever happened. There's a lovely restaurant by the shore and I'd like to try it."

"I'm getting hungry too. Follow me."

The spot was on the beach, near the small dock. There were public showers people could use to wash the salt water from their bodies after swimming in the ocean. The dividers were thin and there was no way to have a private conversation, but it was enough to complete the task.

A boat and scuba trip had just started so the shower areas were empty. There were plenty of tourists lounging on the beach, enjoying the hot weather and having a good time, so if Natalie and Zack were sneaky enough, no one would even notice that they entered the stall together.

"First, what's the plan?" Natalie asked. "We should think about this before we go inside a shower booth together. I don't want to linger around too long. It should be quick, in and out."

"You know your boss better than I do. The plan depends on how thorough he wants his proof."

"If Mr. Brandson says he wants evidence of skydiving, he'll want pictures of you flying in the air. If he wants evidence of you scuba diving, you better wave to the camera while you're next to a shark. This is a man who personally goes over his financial documents with his accountants. He's that intense."

"Then we'll go with Plan C," he said.

"What's Plan C?"

Zack sighed. "Something you're probably not going to like."

"Well, I don't have much of a choice."

"I know, that's why you won't like it."

"This will never get done unless you tell me."

"We go inside a shower stall," he said. "Casually, so no one will notice. Then you have to pull your shorts down and bend over with your hands against the wall."

Natalie winced. "And what exactly are you going to be doing? I'm almost afraid to hear this."

"I'll pull my shorts down and press my crotch against your butt. I'll be holding your phone and I'll take a picture of it. It'll look exactly like we're having sex."

"At least one of us will be having a great time."

"Hey, you're the one who wrote down 'public sex' as something you wanted to try. This is your fault, not mine."

"Fair point," she acknowledged.

"Are we going to do it or not?"

Natalie hesitated for a moment. "What's Plan A?"

"Plan A is a sloppy selfie shot of our bodies touching, which looks like we're gyrating. Plan B is a close-up picture of your face, while you look like you're receiving pleasure, and I'm sort of in the background, which looks like we're having sex. Based on what you've said, neither of those things are realistic enough."

"You're right," she said. "Plan C is the only option that'll work."

He nodded. "Let's go. Walk casually to the last shower stall. We'll have more privacy over there."

"Wait a second."

"Are you having second thoughts?"

"No. But I have a concern, a rather small one, so to speak."

"What is it?" he asked.

"When we do this, promise me you won't look at my asshole. I can live with you seeing my butt, but not my asshole though. It's far too personal, okay?"

Zack's face was way too stoic. "Mom, trust me, I have to look to some extent. Otherwise I might accidentally shove myself in your asshole. That's even worse."

His demeanor broke and he chuckled. Natalie laughed too at the absurdity of the situation. The idea that her son would be looking at her naked read end made her extremely uncomfortable, but at the minimum, she was glad that her son was being extremely courteous about this.

"Ready?" she asked nervously.

"I'm ready. 3... 2... 1... Let's go."

Zack led the way as he casually walked inside the shower area like a pro. He was an expert in playing it cool. Natalie followed from behind. They had to be fast about this.

As they walked in the public shower area, Natalie looked around. Everything was normal. People were focused on their leisurely activities under the sun and in the water. But you can never be too careful for something like this.

They both went inside the shower stall at the end, which had the most privacy, and Zack closed the small door.

"You know what to do," he said. "Proceed with the plan."

Her eyes gave yet another quick survey of the beach area. Everyone in sight seemed to be minding their own business. Why would anybody look? And if anyone did look this way, it would appear that they were about to fuck, which is why she had to finish this as soon as possible. Especially since a random beachgoer could use the outdoor showers at any moment.

Natalie turned so she faced the wall. She undid her shorts and pulled them down to her ankles, along with her panties. She had a bikini tan line down below, where each of her butt cheeks had a perfect triangle shape of her bright white skin, surrounded by her tanned thighs.

When she was completely bottomless and her ass was exposed, she did something she never expected to do; she bent over and presented her sexual parts to her son. She felt the warm Thailand air against her pussy and ass while she was in this position. She wondered if her son was looking at her asshole. Of course he was, she thought. Did he also have a thing for a woman's tan lines? She wondered.

She heard Zack 'freeing' himself and she anticipated the moment that his crotch (and probably his penis) would be touching her somewhere sexual.

"Well?" she asked when a few awkward seconds had passed.

"Uh oh," he said. "I think we have a hitch in the plan."

"Big or small?"

He gulped. "A kind of big one, I think."

Natalie stayed in position and kept her eyes towards the wall.

"I don't like the sound of that," she replied. "This was supposed to be smooth and effortless."

"Mom, I'm erect."

Words which mothers aren't supposed to hear, especially when their own body parts were the potential cause of the erection.

"Because of me?" she hissed.

"What else would cause it? Sorry for saying this, but you have a spectacular ass. Hot tan lines too."

"I'm your mother!" she hissed again.

"Sorry. We need to adapt. It's time for Plan D."

"Plan D? I hope that wasn't a bad pun."

"No," he replied. "But it's ironic since my erection will have to press against your labia. It's the only option."

"Just tuck it downwards and avoid my labia."

"You don't have a cock. You don't know what it's like. It's impossible for me to tuck it that far downwards when I'm erect. An erection doesn't bend that way. So we have to go with Plan Dick... err... I mean Plan D."

She sighed, "Fine. Plan D then. Consider this your lucky day."

"It's both of our lucky days, I guess."

Natalie was mildly disturbed by those words and she felt paralyzed when Zack stood right behind her and flicked his hard cock upwards, so that it pressed against her labia. He wasn't kidding, the thing was hard. As Natalie remained bent over with her hands on the wall, she wondered what exactly had gotten him so erect in the first place?

Was the ultra-stiff erection because they were on vacation together and Zack didn't have enough private space to masturbate? Was it the relaxing atmosphere of Thailand? Did he see a beautiful topless woman sunbathing earlier?

Or was it... herself?

She wondered if her naked ass had actually gotten her son so worked up. She pushed those thoughts out of her mind, though she was desperate for the answer.

"I'm taking the first pic," he said.

The erection remained pressed against her labia and clitoris. The truth was, it felt hot. Cock always felt good against her pussy. She loved cock. This was the first time that an erection was pressed against her labia and clitoris at this angle, and it was such an epic tease.

The fact that it was her son's cock only messed with her mind. She wasn't supposed to enjoy this. She wasn't supposed to get sexual satisfaction from him. Yet it felt so natural.

"Take a look," he said.

Zack held the phone in front of her face and she looked at the image.

"It's kind of obvious that it's fake," she replied. "If you look closely, you can see that your cock isn't in."

"Will your boss look that closely?"

"Believe me, he'll zoom in."

"Mom, I'll have to push deeper."

She hung her head down and sighed. "Do it, quickly. My lower back is starting to ache from this position."

"Got it."

Zack temporarily put the phone in his pocket and he thrust, making Natalie accidentally moan when the cock brushed across her labia and clitoris. Her pussy had become wet and she was certain that her son noticed. The naughty position was held for a moment while he captured the image.

"Now look," he said after snapping a pic and showing her the phone.

She looked at the image and was saddened that her asshole was clearly visible in the picture. Not only had Zack seen her ass, but soon, her boss will too.

"I'm not fully convinced," she sadly noted. "If I'm not convinced, my boss won't be convinced either."

"Should we switch to Plan X? It's the secret weapon."

"What's that? Gosh, my lower back is starting to hurt."

"I'll just do it and we'll be done. Hang on. Wait... shhh..."

In a matter of seconds, Natalie realized why her son had just 'shushed' her. There were footsteps, then voices. Female voices speaking in French. By her estimate, there were four French women who entered the shower stalls to wash themselves after a swim.

Natalie's back was aching and she was tempted to just end this and leave. On the flipside, it would be really embarrassing if the French women saw her leaving the stall with a young stud (her son) and her boss might notice that the pics were fake.

To her utter shock, she felt Zack's cock move away, then she felt his fingers spreading her labia! Was he actually doing the unthinkable? Suddenly, her back pain was the least of her worries. She was curious now. She wondered if her son would actually do it.

Natalie got her answer when she felt the tip of her son's cock press against the small hole of her pussy. 'Plan D' was in effect alright. She wanted to yell at him, despite the French women being there, but she was still curious if Zack would go all the way.

She released a silent gasp when Zack slowly inched his cock inside of her pussy, slowly stretching her and hitting all the right sensations. She clenched her jaw while it happened. From her bent over position, Zack had just hit her g-spot when he went all the way inside.

How she wished she could be fucked at that very moment. If this were some other guy, she'd be begging for a hard pounding. But this was Zack, and she had to control herself.

The cock paused and she could only assume that her son was taking a picture of this incestuous debauchery. All she could do was listen to a French conversation while this was happening.

Thankfully, she heard the showers turning off and the women left after briefly drying themselves with their towels.

"What do you think?" he whispered, showing her the phone.

Natalie was face-to-face with the surreal high-resolution image of her tan line butt cheeks, asshole, and her son's cock buried deep inside her pussy, which spread her brown labia apart.

She wanted to scream: 'Just fuck me already!'

But she was a professional woman of great self-control.

"That looks perfect," she said, hiding the lust in her voice.

"Do we have what we need?"

That cock felt so good buried deep in her pussy, but she had to be a responsible parent about this.

"We have it," she said. "Why is your penis still inside me?"

"Oh, sorry."

Natalie struggled against her own urges and fought her own feelings so she could pull that satisfying erection out of her pussy.

It simply didn't belong there. Or did it?

She stood upright and faced him, while they were both still bottomless.

"The job is done," she said firmly, hiding her thirst for more. "I'll send this to my boss. We should get dressed now, thank you."

Natalie was the first to get dressed by pulling up her panties and shorts. When she bent down to do it, her face was mere inches from her son's bare erection, which was drenched with her own natural juice.

She blushed. They both knew what a mess she accidentally made.

As soon as Zack tucked his cock away, she left the shower area. Unfortunately for her, the French tourists were still nearby and saw them. Natalie blushed strongly as the women smiled.

The restaurant was only a short walk away and Zack did his best to conceal his erection. Natalie thought it was amusing and was glad no one noticed it.

Breakfast had just ended and it was too early for most people to have lunch, so the nice restaurant had plenty of space available and they sat in the back. She had requested a booth in the corner so they could continue their adult conversation.

Once they were seated, they were given their menus, and Natalie had become so hungry that she ordered chicken satay as appetizers.

"That was a little excessive," she said with her eyes down, sending the email on her phone. "I can't believe you actually stuck your penis inside me. All the way, too."

"Are you mad?"

She was, but her pussy was still needy and primed for pleasure.

"I wouldn't say that. But it was extremely intrusive. If I weren't in this position with my boss, I'd positively be furious with you."

Natalie sent the email, put her phone down, and looked at her son. Her face remained expressionless, like she was still processing the fact that her son had just fucked her a few moments ago.

"Sorry," he said. "I know how badly you want a promotion though."

"Are you still hard?"

Zack resisted the urge to smile, but by the look on his face, he was clearly still sporting an erection.

The waitress set the plate of chicken satay on their table, and Natalie said 'thank you' in Thai, which the waitress appreciated. In English, Natalie said they still needed time to select their orders, and the waitress said she'd come back to check on them.

Natalie put the menu in front of her and was about to reach for a chicken satay, eager to generously dip it in the delicious peanut sauce.

Before she could take a piece, her phone beeped. She expected to have fulfilled the boss's task, only to find the opposite:

Nice job so far Natalie! I knew you had the ambition. Note: your list said your desire was 'public places' with an 's' at the end. That means more than one. Another location and you're good to go.

x Brand

She felt her pussy twitch at the thought of having to mess around with her son again-- in public. She showed the phone to her son.

"Now what?" she asked, like her son had the answer to all of her problems, which he usually did.

"Hmm... It seems we have another task at hand."

She flashed him a skeptical look. "Seems like you already have another plan."

"Mom, restaurants are public places, we're in a booth, and most of the tourists are outside. We have enough privacy here, I think."

Natalie's pussy clenched so hard that her legs nearly crossed.

"You're suggesting we have sex in a restaurant?" she asked in disbelief.

"No, that's too dangerous here. Especially with all of these windows. But if you got underneath the table..."

The tone was suggestive and the implication was crystal clear. This time, Natalie's stomach was in knots at the idea of sucking off her own son. What a shock. What a horror. What a thrill, too. Her pussy nearly gushed.

"You want a blowjob?" she asked matter-of-factly.

"It's not about what I want," he clarified. "It's what the boss wants. There's less chance of us getting caught if you just do oral."

It was official. Her son was enjoying this way too much. She couldn't blame him either.

As they sat across from each other, Natalie lifted her bare foot from her sandal, and she used her big toe to press against her son's crotch, digging into his erection.

"Jesus, you're still hard," she said, as though she were impressed by his stamina.

"Would you be mad if I said that your pussy is amazing?"

"Zack!"

He turned meek. "Sorry, but it's true."

"Totally inappropriate," she said, then calming down. "But... you do have a point. I can forget that you're my son for a few seconds, which is long enough to put your penis in my mouth for a picture."

He gulped. "You'd do that?"

"I'll suck your cock here, but we can't get caught. You'd have to keep an eye out for me."

"For sure," he said, suppressing a smile. "I'll be on the lookout."

"This is the craziest thing I've ever done in my life."

"I know. There could be a bright side though."

"By sucking your dick?" she quipped. "Today is your lucky day."

Natalie sank to her knees by slyly moving under the table. She did a quick glance at the restaurant and no one was watching them. The waitress was busy with customers in the front of the place and outside was still packed with tourists.

The floor tiles were hard and dirty. But that was the least of her concern at the moment. Her knees ached when she moved towards her son's crotch, and it was unbelievable watching Zack undo his shorts.

The horny little bastard was freeing his dick already. It only took a moment for his dick to be pulled out. As expected, it was hard.

'Jesus,' she whispered to herself, seeing her son's full blown erection pointing upwards.

Zack looked at her under the table. "Did you say something?"

"No," she said, snapping out of it. "Please stop looking at me. I can't concentrate like this."

"If I can't look at you, how can I take the picture?"

"You know what I meant by that. Don't ogle at me while I suck. It's too inappropriate. Now let me concentrate."

She rested her forearms on her son's legs and positioned her head just inches away from his exposed cock. She was certain that Zack was looking down at her, but she didn't want to look up at him. It was far too awkward.

When she examined his penis up close, she saw that his cock was still wet and glistening with HER fluids. Apparently her pussy juices were able to maintain its wetness in the comfort of her son's shorts. She could even smell herself too; that familiar scent she was used to having on her fingers after her private masturbation sessions.

It occurred to her that in a matter of moments, she'd soon be tasting it and sucking it all down for the sake of her job.

"I better win the Mother of the Year award for this," she said softly under her breath.

"Hmm?" he replied, looking down on her.

"Nothing."

She wished she could have replied, 'I think I deserve some sort of award for giving my son a blowjob,' but of course, that was far too lewd by any measure, especially as someone as respectable as herself. And she wanted to maintain that respectability with her son, even as she grabbed his wet cock.

It twitched in her hand the moment she touched it. She could see and feel it swelling.

Not wasting another second, Natalie bent down and engulfed the whole thing in her mouth. Her lips were airtight around the hard cock, which she felt pulsating in her mouth, and she gave it a nice suck. She gave it a few good strokes too while she sucked and she heard him moan a little.

"Oh fuck, mom," he whispered.

She never lost sight of the fact that she was in a restaurant of all places. She also never lost sight of the fact that this was her son's cock throbbing intensely in her mouth.

After a few good sucks and strokes, Natalie wondered if her son was taking the pictures, but so far she hadn't been told to stop yet. She refused to look upwards at her son. Making eye contact with him, while sucking him off, was something she wanted to avoid at all costs. As a mother, having a sense of authority was extremely important, and she was afraid of losing that.

Her head kept on bobbing as she sucked and she had finally come to the realization that Zack was more interested in getting blown than helping her at this point. That suspicion was confirmed when Zack tucked her hair behind her ears so he could get a better look at her sucking.

Even worse, her heart was pounding and she felt her vaginal juices flowing again. This was turning her on, badly. Was it that she loved sucking cock? Was it that she was doing it in a public place? Her fantasy. Or was it something far more taboo?

As she sucked, she refused to entertain the notion that blowing her son had become the biggest turn-on of her life. Though deep down, she knew it was true.

"Oh mom," he moaned in a low voice.

Left with no choice, Natalie was forced to look upwards at her son sitting there, while she was on her knees with a mouth full of his hard cock.

She spit the erection out. "Take the picture already."

"I'm waiting for the right image. It's not totally believable yet."

She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs: 'What do you mean it's not believable!? My fucking lips are wrapped around your dick!'

Out of pure instinct, Natalie swirled her tongue around the head of the cock and gave it a quick suck to keep it throbbing.

She regretted that. Because it showed that she was enjoying this too. And with her clit aching, she couldn't deny it anymore, though she'd never tell him.

"The best image is important," she agreed, deciding on a more loving tone. "Take the picture when you're ready. I'm hungry and I want to eat."

She was hungry alright, for Thai food. And as it turned out, she was starving for an orgasm too. Worse, she desperately wanted a taste of her son's cum as an appetizer. She was already sucking it, why deny herself the ultimate reward?

Natalie moved her right hand down below, positioning her masturbation fingers down her shorts. She wondered if her son would notice, but that was the last of her worries. She rubbed and rubbed. Her two fingers on her bare sex. Her clitoris thanked her for it.

She felt Zack's eyes piercing right through her as she sucked and fingered herself. It was the dirtiest and lewdest thing she had ever done in her entire life. Maybe that's why her fingers were completely drenched when she shoved them inside. She was a woman in extreme heat.

"Fuck, you're a pro," he said. "Almost there... almost there..."

She spit the cock out, looking upwards. "Are you going to cum in my mouth?"

This time, she struck a more authoritative tone to remind him who was boss.

He tensed. "No, no. I meant, the picture."

She swirled her tongue. "Understood."

Finally, Zack picked up the phone and Natalie worked all of her best blowjob techniques. It seemed as though the image was ready to be taken, but then she heard something which almost made her gag.

"A few more minutes," Zack hollered across the restaurant. "We're still deciding."

Natalie stopped in horror for a moment, stunned by the notion that the waitress had almost caught them. She was glad that Zack was doing his job being on the lookout. She had to give him credit for that. Most men in his position would have been in a daze from her sucking.

The waitress probably thought she was in the bathroom, not knowing that she was actually on her knees sucking on a swollen dick. Her son's dick, that is.

She went back to sucking and stroking.

"There," he said. "I got it."

Finally, some good news. Sadly, she hadn't cum yet.

She kissed his dick, hiding her unexpected sadness. "Thank you."

"Don't stop, we're not done yet."

"We're not?" she asked, looking up to see Zack pointing her phone down at her.

"No, we need more pics so your boss can't complain. You know how he is."

She swirled her tongue around the cock. "You're right."

Natalie had officially been given the excuse she needed to keep on sucking and to keep on fingering her pussy. She did her favorite clockwise two-finger motion over her clitoris. She did it fast. Her breathing became rapid as she sucked, which she was positive her son loved because she was practically humming on his dick.

Her body jolted when she was about to cum. When her orgasm hit, her eyes went wide with the big dick in her mouth and her nostrils flared. Making matters more embarrassing, the phone was suddenly positioned in front of her face as her son took pictures of her orgasmic blowjob.

More pictures were taken as her eyes rolled back. She kept on sucking as she felt trickles of fluids leak from her pussy, onto her fingers, then onto the floor. She breathed a sigh of relief after that thirst quenching orgasm.

She relaxed and tried to re-compose herself.

"Shit, now I need to cum," he said.

Fair is fair. She had long instilled in her son the value of hard work in exchange for a benefit. Between the pictures and her orgasm, she got everything she wanted, so that meant Zack needed to be rewarded, even more than the blowjob he was getting.

She spit the dick out and licked the shaft. "You can cum in my mouth."

"You're the best."

Like a good mother, Natalie returned the favor to her son. She stroked the shaft rapidly as she sucked on the head, expecting him to cum at any second. Men usually don't last long whenever she applies her full technique.

Suddenly, she felt her son stopping her with his hands.

"I have an idea," he said. "I don't want to cum in your mouth."

She sarcastically thought: 'What a gentleman.'

"You don't want to cum?"

His eyes lit up. "Oh, I do. Keep stroking me. I'm about to cum, just not in your mouth."

She knew her son had a plan. Whatever it was, it must have been naughty and she was curious to what it was. She stroked her son's dick with the same hand she had just given herself an orgasm with. Her vaginal fluids were all over his dick again.

Zack groaned softly, which he wonderfully suppressed, and his body jerked. He was a young man about to shoot a big load.

Instead of his cum shooting in the air, making a mess all over himself, Zack reached over and used a stick of chicken satay to catch most of his thick load. It was bizarre, but Natalie didn't want to stop. Her son deserved this orgasm so she kept on stroking for him.

By the time he finished, the chicken satay was a cummy mess. Natalie couldn't tell if it was gross or delicious. Zack wiped the tip of his dick on the sides of the satay, and then his penis turned flaccid.

"You can sit down again," he said.

Natalie knew where this was headed and she sneakily went back up to her seat. Her knees were grateful. Her eyes scanned the restaurant. It appeared that the blowjob went undetected by the staff, who were busy with other customers in the front of the restaurant.

Zack handed her the satay.

"That's the last pic," he said with a deviant smile. "You know what to do."

She held the skewer stick and looked at the fresh cum glaze on the chicken meat.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," she said.

But she did it anyway. She slurped the sides of the cum coating, tasting her son's sexual fluids. It tasted nice. Then she took a bite out of the chicken while Zack took a few pictures.

She chewed normally and swallowed for the phone's camera and her son's enjoyment.

"How was it?" he asked, putting the phone down in front of his mother.

She winked and gave a half-smile. "Better than peanut sauce, I think. I'm sending the pictures now. Oh, and you know how much I love sauce on Asian food. So if I prefer the satay this way, then you owe me a lot more of your glaze in the future. Got it?"

While typing the email with one hand, Natalie took another bite of the cum coated chicken satay. The taste was unique. Not something she'd order alone. But considering the source and what it was doing to her emotionally, it might have become her new favorite flavor.

The email was sent and Natalie wanted to tease her son one last time. She devoured the rest of the satay, which made Zack starry-eyed. The waitress came and took their orders. Natalie finished chewing and inquired about the noodles with a mouth glazed with her son's cum.

The End

526 Pussy Presentation by Mom

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For several moments, she watched the young employee study the hot wax with an air of indecisiveness. When ready, the employee pulled the wax from her pubic hairs.

"Oww!!" Rachel howled, as her entire body jerked.

This was her first time getting a Brazilian wax and the pain was almost blinding. With the family vacation to a tropical island coming up, she told herself that this would all be worth it, and that she'd look great in a bikini.

The young employee jumped in surprise. "That's... um... normal."

"It stings a lot! Are you sure that's normal?"

"Well, uh... your skin isn't used to this. So I think, umm, your skin just needs to adjust and you'll be fine."

Rachel tried to suppress her skepticism. "Okay, whatever you say."

Another painful layer of wax was applied to Rachel's pelvic area. It was such a large amount that some dripped down alongside her precious labia. She nevertheless put her trust in the employee and gritted her teeth.

After several more excruciating minutes, all the hair was finally removed from the upper portion of her intimate area. In addition to being too hot, there was a strange itching sensation that spread throughout her vulva.

Rachel thought this would make an amusing story to share with her friends, knowing they could all relate to this Pussy Wax Torture. But when the wax accidentally landed on her clit, she was forced to bite down to keep from screaming. The young employee seemed unconcerned and simply waited for it to cool before removing the glob from her most precious body part.

By the time every single hair had been removed from her crotch, along with the surrounding area of her anus, Rachel was miserable.

"It's beautiful," the employee smiled, while holding a small mirror between Rachel's legs.

Rachel noticed the gleam in the employee's eyes. This young employee was definitely attracted to her pussy. When Rachel looked at the reflection of her pussy in the mirror, she could see why.

Although slightly red around the sides, her pussy looked like a porn star's! Without the cover of pubic hair, her clitoris and labia had a chance to shine.

"Thank you," Rachel said to the smiling employee. "I look like a completely new woman."

She knew her husband would be thrilled seeing this later tonight. More than that, she thought about how this would look to certain others. It would surely be seen as a nice treat to those 'in the circle.'

Just thinking of these deep dark secrets made her pussy wet, right in front of the young employee, who was getting a real eye-full at the gushing.

Later that afternoon, Rachel stepped out of the shower and couldn't believe how fresh she looked in her downstairs area. Wiping the steam from the mirror, she enjoyed a better look at her reflection. Yes indeed, she was a very sexy MILF.

Rubbing her crotch, she felt the smooth, hairless skin. It still stung slightly, but she figured it was normal. In the mirror, she studied the reflection of her labia. They were shaped like a beautiful butterfly.

She spread her legs and tilted her pelvis for a better look. The large red patches on each thigh that traveled up to her labia were still there and stung when her fingers made contact with the irritated skin.

Panic was starting to set in. She thought the shower and some lotion would help soothe her skin, but it didn't.

Since the sloppy wax technician also inadvertently applied the apparently toxic wax to her clit, it was affected just as intensely, if not more. Alarm coursed through Rachel's brain. Was this a burn or an allergic reaction?

While still naked, she went to the bedroom to check her smartphone. Surely she could find information about waxing complications online! Several minutes later, she was somewhat relieved to read that mild skin irritation was to be expected. But her physical reaction seemed much more severe and widespread.

Thankfully, she had an in-house medical professional at her disposal. Well, one in training, more specifically. Her son was about to graduate from medical school and start his residency. Considering the amount of tuition she and her husband paid for his education, it seemed fair to ask him to look at her rash.

As a middle-aged woman, she was meticulous with her health. Taking good care of her body was critical at this point in her life. She and her husband enjoyed an active sex life and preserving all functions are vitally important.

And as a mother, she was genuinely curious about her son's ability to deal with female patients (especially towards female patients her own age, where more care was needed). While raising Leo, she worked hard to ensure that he grew into a gentleman who treated women with great respect. Hopefully those efforts were successful.

She put on something presentable for the occasion -- a lingerie and panty combo, along with a silk robe -- and headed over to her son's room.

Rachel went down the hall and saw that Leo's door was open. He appeared to be taking a break from studying for board exams. Medical books were strewn across his bed, while he was doing stretches and breathing to relax.

Rachel leaned against the wall, like a supermodel posing for a photoshoot, sporting a playful smile. Having definitely caught his attention, her son gawked the moment he noticed the lingerie and seductive stance.

"Surprised to see me like this?" she asked, jokingly.

"Actually, yeah."

"I need your help with something. It will only take a minute or two."

He stood upright and took a breath. "Something medical?"

"How did you know?"

"The way you're dressed," he smiled. "What's up?"

"Do you know anything about skin?"

"I'm no dermatologist, but I did a derm rotation this year."

Rachel nodded. "Great! This is a little embarrassing, but since you'll be seeing female patients regularly, think of this as an early start."

"I already know how to deal with women," Leo winked. "Besides, your skin already looks great. Did you want recommendations for sunblock for the trip?"

"Actually it's related to the trip, but it's about something that happened today."

"What is it?"

"I got a Brazilian wax," she admitted.

"TMI!" he said, while waving his hands. "Too much information! I mean, seriously?"

"Hey, you want to be a doctor, right? There's no such thing as TMI in medicine!"

Switching gears, he settled down. "Okay, okay. Tell me what happened."

"My skin is irritated."

"That sounds normal. Your pubic hair was just yanked out with hot wax."

"You're right. According to Dr. Google, a mild redness is normal."

Leo looked confused. "Then what's the issue?"

"The person who waxed me is a complete idiot."

"How so?"

"It hurt a lot," she explained. "The way it was applied and pulled seemed very rough. I think it was either too hot or maybe I'm allergic to the wax itself. The place has 2-stars on Yelp. I don't even know why I went there."

"Well then, you're having a reaction to the wax. It doesn't sound so bad."

Her eyes rolled around as she stalled. "Actually... Some of the wax dripped on my lips."

"The wax dripped on your mouth?" Leo asked, confused by how that could happen.

She pointed downstairs. "My other lips. My labia. And my clitoris. Some got inside, too."

"Yikes! And the employee pulled off that wax?"

"I'd still be crying if that had happened. No, she recognized her error and she wiped it off with a towel. A woman's lips are very sensitive, like a man's penis, I'd imagine."

Leo shuddered and shut his legs. "Sounds painful. Have you tried lotion? Ice patches? Skin cream? I could run to the store if you loan me a few bucks to cover the cost, plus service fees."

"How nice," she said sarcastically. "I'm hoping you're mature enough to actually look at it, since you're a medical professional now."

"You want me to look at your crotch?" he asked, eyebrow raised.

Rachel wavered. "Well, can you at least look at the sides? Come on, you know I'd never ask unless I thought it was an emergency."

"Can't you just run up to the Urgent Care?"

"Look, all I'm asking for is a quick peek. Really, I need two minutes of your time, at most."

In many ways, this was the moment of truth for Rachel. Would her son rise to the occasion and perform like a noble practitioner of medicine? Did Leo have the fortitude to be professional and courteous towards women, even in the face of unexpected circumstances? Had her efforts to produce a mature, compassionate young man come to fruition?

"Don't worry," he said, reassuring her. "It should be simple to diagnose."

Success! As a mother, she had accomplished something. Inside, she was jumping for joy at his reaction. Outwardly, she played it cool in order to avoid embarrassing him.

She smiled nicely. "Thanks, sweetheart. I owe you big time. How about you sit on the edge of the bed, and I'll show you?"

"Whatever you say."

Leo got into position, trying to be respectful despite the awkward circumstance. In an attempt to keep the mood light, Rachel approached, like a woman walking the catwalk. It worked and her son laughed in response. Then she gracefully lifted one leg and placed her foot on the bed. Opening her robe, she lifted her lingerie and revealed her small panties.

Sure, her son had seen her in lingerie before, mostly when she wandered the house on hot nights. But her panties? This was completely new territory for them. After all, mothers should maintain modesty in front of their children. That had always been her philosophy as a parent.

She heard her son gulp while looking closely at her panty-covered crotch. She briefly wondered if he liked the sight, but quickly banished the improper thought. This was her son!

"Now I'll tug these a bit," she said. "So you can see the sides more clearly."

Rachel pulled the sides of her panties, lifting them up and to the center so that her labia were exposed. She pulled a little too hard and felt her outer lips nearly escape their fabric covering. Unintentionally, she gave her son a panty camel-toe to study.

"Jeez," he said, closely examining her private parts.

"What is it?" A note of hysteria sounded in Rachel's voice. "Is it serious?"

"The skin is super inflamed. And it definitely involves the labia majora. But I'm more concerned about your labia minora, the inner lips, because that skin is more delicate. Mind if I touch? Err... just outer skin. I want to evaluate the texture of this rash."

She watched her son staring intensely between her legs. "Go ahead. Be my doctor."

Leo's eyes were only inches away while he brushed a finger gently across the affected skin.

"Ouch!" she hollered.

"Hmmm..."

She relished the fact that her son was deep in thought, just like a real doctor. Clearly he was trying to help. She had raised a great man!

"How's it looking, Doc?" she asked, nervously.

"It looks like a burn. I think your skin should be fine with some ice and zinc oxide. But..."

She looked at him with concern. "But, what? Tell me, I'm worried."

"It's just... the skin will be fine in a few hours. What I'm worried about is your other area. That part of the body is much more sensitive."

"You mean my inner lips?"

He nodded. "Yes, there."

"Wax dripped there, too. So what should I do about my lips?"

"It's hard to give recommendations without seeing it."

Leo was right. Some things have to be seen, which is why having a medical expert examine the area is necessary.

"I guess I'd be okay with that," she said diplomatically.

"What did you have in mind?"

"A pussy presentation," she smiled.

He hesitantly nodded. "Oh... well... I can take a quick look at the labia. I did a Gyn rotation last year."

"That's what I wanted to hear," she winked. "My son is a real renaissance doctor. I love that. You've made me a very happy mother. It sounds cheesy, but it really means the world to me."

"If you're happy, I'm happy too. Now let's get this over with. The sooner we're done, the better."

Rachel noticed her son's eyes staring intently at her panties, as if curious to see the rest of her goods. She wondered if he liked it. Was he getting turned on by this highly unusual examination?

Frankly, if her son wanted a good show, she was more than happy to provide one. The way Leo was handling this absolutely delighted her and she wanted to give him a treat. Of course, it would be Leo's first (and only!) time seeing her pussy, so she figured she might as well make the presentation special.

Removing her leg from the bed, her lingerie fully covered her crotch. Then she closed her robe.

"Let's do this part in my room," she said.

"Why?"

"A pussy presentation should be a big event. Give me a minute to prepare and it'll be worth your time."

She was amused when Leo's was left speechless as she turned and left his room.

Before her son arrived, Rachel casually tossed her panties to the floor. Leo should get an unencumbered view. Removing her robe, she placed it on a chair.

Her toes tapped on the carpet as she contemplated a way to make this moment something special, within the context of an appropriate mother/son relationship. Although, she did wonder if that was even possible at this point.

She saw her new expensive perfume on the dresser and was drawn to the bottle. Although she had just showered and used lavender body wash, a more feminine scent would be a nice touch. She sprayed some perfume on her finger, lifted the front of her lingerie and rubbed fragrance around her crotch. She would smell divine when her son's nose was near her sex.

Like many women, Rachel was particularly sensitive about her vaginal area and how it was perceived. She was confident that her pussy was beautiful, since her husband told her so frequently. But her son was a young man and was used to seeing younger pussies. What if he found it unappealing?

Suddenly feeling insecure, she wanted something more.

On her nightstand was a vase full of roses, which was sent by a client of hers. It came with a note which read:

Dear Rachel,

You're a lifesaver. Thank you so much for the amazing service. Please enjoy the roses and bottle of wine. I look forward to working with you again in the future.

Sincerely,

Kelly

Well, those roses may serve a much different function than originally intended. She picked up a few stems and pulled the tender red petals, leaving them scattered on the floor. Feeling somewhat romantic, she also placed a few on the bed. She saved a few with which to decorate around her vagina, reminiscent of the erotic novels she loved so much.

Before laying on the bed for her 'presentation,' she lifted her lingerie and looked at her bare pussy. In a matter of moments, her son would see it. 27 years ago, he had emerged from between her legs and now, he would be in that same location, under completely different circumstances. It was a bizarre thought and she felt pangs of regret.

Rachel laid on the bed when she heard Leo coming down the hall. Resting her head on a large pillow, she positioned herself in the middle.

Once comfortable, she placed the extra rose petals underneath her lingerie, surrounding her crotch. Even though this was supposed to be a clinical exam, it would make the moment more memorable for both mother and son. Then she used her hands to smooth the lingerie over her crotch.

With her head leaning back against the pillow, she smiled at her nervous son. Of course, she could understand his apprehension. It's not every day that a son inspects his mother's beautiful pussy.

At least Rachel had a reason for this unorthodox interaction.

"You're ready," Leo managed to say, clearing his throat several times.

She parted her legs a little. "Let's finish this up. How shall we begin?"

"Well, in this position I'll need to bend and part your legs, just like at the gynecologist's office."

She took a deep breath. "Ok. Go for it."

Rachel focused on her son, as he got down on his knees between her legs. It was extraordinary, but a rush of exhibitionist excitement made her toes curl. She watched her son pause for a moment, as he contemplated a way to handle this delicate situation.

"Are you wearing panties?" he asked, his hands clasped together.

She slowly shook her head, without breaking eye contact. "No, I took them off. Why? Do you expect your female patients to wear panties?"

"I was only checking."

"Come on big boy, I know you've seen this before."

She watched Leo blush as he finally manned up and lifted the bottom of her lingerie. His eyebrows raised when he noticed the rose petals, but continued without pause. After pulling up the hem to her waist, Rachel's cleanly waxed pussy was exposed to her son.

At first, Rachel's maternal instinct was to clamp her legs shut, when her son stared at her most intimate opening. But she was determined to maintain her composure. After all, it had been her idea to ask her son for help.

But after noticing Leo in awe, Rachel felt immensely relieved. Her pussy was gorgeous and Leo was clearly impressed with the view. Leo's eyes suddenly looked hungry as he gawked at her pink hole. She also noticed his breathing pattern changed; in fact, he seemed to be panting.

"Do you always act like this?" she teased. "In the presence of a vagina, I mean."

He snapped out of it. "Sorry, I'm... errr... was just doing a brief visual inspection. That's always the best way to start."

For nearly a minute, Rachel stared at the ceiling while Leo inspected her vaginal area. She anticipated her son would take his sweet time, since her pussy was unusually attractive.

"Hmmm..." Leo hummed after a while.

"What does that mean? It doesn't sound good."

"In my limited experience, wax burns shouldn't do permanent harm, but, your case is more complicated. Vaginal tissue has a lot of nerve endings, like a tongue. Once burned, you could partially lose sensation in that area."

"Permanently, as in forever?" she questioned, resisting the urge to panic.

"Yep. But it appears that only a small portion of your vulvar is affected."

Alarm bells went off in Rachel's mind. She was a woman who truly appreciated the joys of great sex and all the health benefits that came along with it. In her opinion, sexual pleasure was one of nature's greatest gifts. And in her late 40's, she was at her sexual prime.

The idea that her sexual pleasure might be diminished was absolutely terrifying to Rachel. This needed to be investigated -- immediately!

Naturally, her biggest concern was that she should be seeing a gynecologist. But how long might it take to get an appointment? Her mind quickly wrestled with the idea of asking her son to poke and prod inside her vaginal walls. A visual examination of her exterior was one thing, but going deep into her pleasure source was another.

It was both scary and strangely erotic. She wanted the answers right away and this would give her son valuable experience.

Rachel pursed her lips. "After four years of school, I'm declaring you an expert today, okay Dr. Jacobs?"

As expected, a smile appeared on her son's face when she said that. It was his first time being called such a prestigious title.

He thought for a moment. "I think we should -- no -- we can't do that."

"Tell me," she said, poking Leo's shoulder with her big toe.

"In my opinion," he began slowly. "You should test the vaginal walls, labia, and clitoris. Stimulate them to varying degrees. Then you can determine if there's any loss of sensation."

Rachel made a snap decision. She might regret it one day, but today it felt necessary. Her pussy began to pulse and she wondered if her son could smell her aromas.

Spreading her legs wider, she reached down and opened her labia. The expression on Leo's face after the big reveal was priceless. It made Rachel even hornier.

"Go on," she said, using her big toe to poke Leo's arm.

"I... I meant you should do it yourself, in private."

"Remind me, how much have I paid for your education?"

"A lot," said Leo, in resignation.

"That's right," she replied, like a boss. "Now, I deserve an early return on the investment I made in your future."

Leo's face turned bright red as he nodded. "Okay, I'll palpate the outer layer. Let me know if anything hurts or feels numb. Then we can get a more accurate assessment."

"Now we're talking. God, I'm nervous."

"So am I," he replied.

Rachel relaxed her head on the fluffy pillow and looked up at the ceiling. Then it happened! Her son gently touched her labia. It was so light, she barely felt his fingertips, but he really did it! He actually made contact with her intimate area!

At any other time in life, she would have raised hell over this. But this was her idea. This taboo exam was something she needed. In truth, it was something she now desired. As her heart raced, she peeked at her son while he inspected her labia. It was a bizarre turn-on and she wondered if Leo was experienced enough to recognize her visible signs of arousal.

Of course he was, Rachel thought. Her young man was going to be a doctor and he was already educated on these things. With his face that close to her pussy, he must realize she was so horny.

"The moisture is from the shower," she fibbed. "Just so we're clear on that."

He raised an eyebrow and grinned. "Oh really?"

"Yes, really. Do you claim to understand my body better than I do?"

They were at a standoff as their eyes locked. Leo smirked while seeming to understand the truth.

"So this does nothing for you?" Leo asked.

Using more pressure, he circled his index finger around her clitoris. Rachel's toes curled and she inhaled deeply. Her son kept rubbing in a manner that suggested he knew exactly how to play with a woman's clit.

"Okay, you got me," she smiled, when her son stopped moving. "What do you expect? This is a highly intimate position for a woman."

"Mom, I'm not judging you. You're obviously aroused and that's perfectly normal. I learned that in med school. Many women get turned on during exams. Men too. It's a natural reaction."

Rachel savored the feeling of her son's bare index fingers sliding up and down her labia. It was the most intense physical stimulation she had experienced in a long time, mostly because it was at the hands of her own son.

"It feels... good," she admitted, hesitantly. "But in all honesty, there's an area on my outer labia where the wax dripped that's slightly numb."

"Here?"

As her son asked, he used both hands to gently pinch each of her inner labia. Rachel gasped and her back arched involuntarily.

"That's the spot," she sighed. "Nice move, by the way."

"Well, you really seemed to like that, judging by your reaction," he smiled.

She blushed. "So what's the diagnosis, Doc?"

"I'd say your labia are fine. If the online articles say it's normal to experience slight numbness, then you should fully heal in a day or two."

It sounded more than reasonable. But Rachel still had lingering concerns about nerve damage to her inner core, from where most of her sexual pleasure came. Her son had already seen so much and even touched her lips. They might as well go all the way. Mustering her courage, she asked the big question.

"Can I be honest?" she asked.

He nodded. "Of course. I'm functioning as your doctor and will keep to a strict code of confidentiality."

"Obviously women are different in many ways," Rachel stated, while casually leaning back on the big pillow. "My main pleasure spots are... umm... deeper inside. I cum from penetration more than any other type of stimulation. A dollop of hot wax accidentally dripped right into my vaginal opening."

As it turned out, she didn't need to finish her point. While looking uncomfortable, Leo slowly nodded. They both knew what would happen next.

He gulped. "You want me to..."

"It'll be a test of my function," she said suggestively. "A real simulation of things, if you get what I'm saying. I don't mind. It's the only way to know for sure, right?"

He momentarily appeared baffled. "But that's... you know..."

The expression on Leo's face was amusing. Rachel found it cute, in a virginal kind of way. As a mother, she did her best to console him over the upcoming event.

"I know what it is. If we need to have 'sex' to put this issue to rest, then so be it. We're both adults and you're a professional at this."

Just like that, it was laid out. They stared silently at each other, taking stock of the situation. Rachel noticed her son fidgeting on the bed, and surmised he was trying to hide his erection.

Leo adjusted his shorts. "It's not really appropriate for a doctor to do... that... with a patient, just so we're clear about ethics."

"Then think of me as your mother."

He choked out a laugh. "Is that supposed to make things easier?"

"You never know. A lot of young men your age are into that sort of thing."

"Where did you hear that?" he asked, incredulous.

"Just between you and me, I read Literotica at work. Trust me, it's a common fetish."

Leo paused and abruptly changed course. "Wait. Are you saying that if I am interested in taking this further, you wouldn't be upset?"

Rachel ran her foot down her son's toned body and used her big toe to latch onto the waistband of his shorts.

"Sex is very important to your father and me," she said seriously. "Intimacy means everything to us and if it's jeopardized in any way... Well, you'll just have to explain to your father how it happened."

There were also others that Rachel had in mind. But those were family secrets. Secrets which her son wasn't privy to, at least not yet, anyway.

Her threat was purely tongue-in-cheek and she winked to make her point. But deep down, they both knew she wanted to be fucked. Her pussy had already revealed her horniness.

"I... ummm..." he paused.

She poked him with her toe again. "Pull down your shorts. Underwear too. Let's see what kind of equipment we'll be working with today."

"Are you sure?" he breathed deeply.

"This needs to be done by someone with medical knowledge."

It finally hit Rachel like a ton of bricks. She wanted to be fucked, ravished, and used by her son. She wanted to be treated as his sex-object. Did that make her a bad mother? Maybe. But her body was primed while watching her son nervously pull down his clothes. Inch by inch, he revealed a healthy sized and ready-for-action cock.

There was no mistaking it; her son was ready to fuck... her! She nearly licked her lips at the sight of her son's penis. It was her first time seeing it hard, and it was her first time being able to savor it with her eyes.

"How deep do you want me to check?" he asked nervously.

She thought for a moment, while tapping her clit. "At least 3 inches, but 4 to be sure. You might as well put the whole thing in."

"That'll be kind of odd," he blushed.

She smiled and stroked her labia, "Don't forget, you came out of this little hole. There's nothing wrong with going back in to help me, even if it's just a small part of you."

"It's definitely not small," he said with confidence.

In unison, they looked at his cock again. On cue, it became harder and longer while he became progressively hornier.

Rachel held her pussy lips open. "Then there's nothing to be bashful about. I'm ready."

"Mom, this is sex."

"It's okay to fuck me. Even if I'm your mother."

He managed a shaky smile. "Well, when you put it like that..."

It became evident that her son was woefully unprepared for dealing with a beautiful mature pussy. In addition to testing Leo's fortitude with female patients, Rachel sensed another item on her to-do list. Every maternal instinct in her body felt compelled to teach her son how to 'perform' in the bedroom.

The very thought made her pussy contract. Leo's dad was highly talented in the bedroom. This would be a good way to pass on family skills and techniques.

"Come on," she said, holding out her hand for her son's erect penis. "I'll guide you inside me. We'll go slowly and help each other."

His face relaxed. "Okay, I'll see what I can do for your wax burn."

"And I'll teach you how to fuck," she winked, grabbing hold of her son's penis. "I bet they don't teach you this in med school."

"I'd never leave campus if they did."

The penis pulsed when she touched it, and after wrapping her fingers around the shaft, it jerked erratically. Leo blushed and Rachel smiled.

"You're excited," she teased, tickling the soft skin of her son's hard cock. "Here it goes."

Their eyes met as she pressed the tip of his penis against her labia. In that moment, they shared a powerful connection. Rachel watched with motherly pride as her son's face morphed from a look of uncertainty to one of intense desire when his cock breached her intimate opening. At that moment, she knew forging such intimate ground together could only bring them closer.

Leo looked down momentarily at the pussy penetration. Rachel was jealous; he had the better view. Still, she spread her legs even farther and brought up her knees so that he could watch his cock pierce her pink, moist flesh.

"Can I push?" he asked shyly.

"Slowly. Take it inch by inch. I need to make sure all my equipment is working properly. After all, that's what this is about."

While rubbing his arms, Rachel winked suggestively. She wanted him to know how much she enjoyed this sexual medical examination. And she knew by the look on his face that her son was also having the time of his life.

Rachel was pleased that Leo took her instructions literally. Almost imperceptibly, he advanced his large cock further into her love tunnel. Squinting, she mulled over his entrance. It was okay, but lacked finesse. Rachel realized her son would benefit from her knowledge base, honesty and motherly concern.

"That's it," she moaned, while analyzing her physical sensations. "Take it slow and steady. Now tilt up a little bit... A little more... Yes, I want to make sure my g-spot is unaffected. Have you ever hit a woman's g-spot before?"

"I think so."

Rachel masked her disappointment at the fact that her son had sex with women, but was unsure about g-spots. That meant it was highly unlikely he had ever given his partners a mind-blowing climax.

Reaching down, she grasped her son's shaft, then used her fingers to try and point his cock upward. Her spine stiffed as her son's dick hit the ultimate pleasure spot deep within her wet pussy.

"Do you feel what I'm doing?" she asked, holding her son's cock at the right angle. "Keep thrusting in that direction, and watch me explode."

"Like this?"

He gave a hard thrust, hitting Rachel where she needed to be touched.

"Yes!!!!!" she howled. "Keep doing it just like that!"

Leo purposely maintained that magical angle as Rachel struggled to control her increasing arousal. The pace was slow and sensuous, allowing her to appreciate every inch of his cock. Looking directly at his face, she knew he was proud of every moan, whimper and grunt he elicited when hitting her g-spot.

She wrapped her legs around his waist to draw him in closer, making him groan deeply.

"God, this is so screwed up," Leo said, briefly coming to his senses about how incredibly good incestuous sex felt. "It's just unreal. I can't believe we're doing this."

"Do you want to stop?" she asked lovingly, rubbing the base of her son's dick as it slid in and out of her pussy.

"Ummm... no..."

Of course not, she thought. Despite the reservations, Rachel knew her son was now permanently addicted to mature pussy. Mom's pussy!

"Don't worry," she said with encouragement. "This isn't the first time I've had a male family member inside of me. There's no need for you to feel ashamed about any of this."

Leo stopped in his tracks. "Huh?"

Rachel absorbed her son's facial expressions, noting that he was clearly stunned by that information. Who wouldn't be? Though obviously shocked, she also knew he was turned on, since his cock throbbed wildly inside her pussy.

She smiled seductively, "We have a rule in our marriage; it's not cheating if it's with a family member."

Leo froze while digesting the previously unknown family motto. Rachel wished she had a camera to capture this special moment. As an adult, her son should be able to partake in this family tradition without feeling guilty.

And yes, Rachel felt bad about revealing this without approval from everyone involved. She was sworn to secrecy on the matter, but what better time than this to break the news? Without a doubt, the others would understand and welcome Leo into the family circle of trust.

Leo spoke haltingly, as if afraid to ask, "Who are you talking about?"

"My brother," she said slowly, feeling guilty for revealing this highly classified information.

"Uncle Richard?"

Rachel blushed, "And, my sister too."

"Aunt Helen?"

"What can I say? We're a very close family."

"Oh..."

It took a moment for the information to be fully processed by Leo, but Rachel could easily tell how it affected him. They were indeed a tight-knit family and often visited each other when time permitted. Discovering these urges were a family trait unleashed an animal instinct within Leo. Grabbing Rachel's upper thighs, he began to pound her pussy in earnest.

Rachel's eyes lit up as her son fucked her like a man on a mission. "Oh my, something's gotten into you. This seems like more than just a medical examination."

They looked intensely at each other while Leo picked up speed, to an almost frenetic pace.

"I'm... making sure your nerve endings aren't damaged," he said with restraint, while hammering away.

Rachel was having the time of her life with her son's cock battering her cervix. Much to her disappointment, however, Leo lost focus on that magical angle, instead focusing on how he liked to fuck instead. Putting his needs above his mother's took her by surprise, but she reveled in his youthful vigor. This was, by far, the most thorough medical exam she had ever experienced, and the most mind blowing too.

"We both know what's making you throb," she whispered. "Go on, fuck me like you want. We need to make sure that my pussy is in tip-top shape for your father, and your Uncle and Aunt. They'd all be disappointed if my pussy wasn't up to their needs."

Leo's lips twitched. "Oh fuck."

Rachel's body rocked and the bed creaked as her son went on a sexual rampage. Hearing such dirty family secrets really affected him deeply.

"Do you like hearing about these family secrets?" she grunted during their passionate, intense fuck-session. "Oh Jesus... Yes, it started when the three of us lived together during and after college. Oh yes, keep going... We were so focused on our studies that we didn't get out much socially."

"So you fucked each other?" he asked while thrusting harder, with a possessed look in his eyes.

She smiled wickedly. "God, you're just like your father. He loves hearing about how my brother took my virginity in college. My brother was the first to fuck my pussy and ass. He also taught me how to deepthroat, too. And your father still goes crazy when I describe how my older sister taught me how to eat her pussy and asshole. Oh yes, we did it all."

"Jeez..."

She was now certain that her nerve endings were healthy, because her son was giving her a ride to remember. Higher and higher she went, as he drove in balls deep. The friction from his cock as it pistoned back and forth was incredibly meaningful to her, not only as a woman, but also as a mother and 'patient.'

"Don't forget my g-spot," she whispered. "It drives me crazy when you stroke it with your dick."

He grunted, "Like this?"

When Leo paused and repositioned his hips, Rachel reached down to make sure her son's cock was once again aimed at her beloved g-spot.

Then just like that, his cock became a jackhammer. His thrusts became quick and powerful as he gave it his all. Rachel's eyes nearly crossed from the phenomenal fucking she received at the mercy of her son.

On the verge of her orgasm, Rachel looked lovingly into the face of her son. His attention shifted, as if sensing her imminent climax. Never slowing, he continued his onslaught.

With a newfound confidence, he moved the fingers of his right hand to her overly sensitive clit.

Rubbing it, he spoke in a clear, yet strained voice, "Mom, I'm just going to palpate your clitoris to make sure it works. It'll help you cum, too."

His power move pushed Rachel over the edge.

Her pussy, which had given birth to Leo, tremored, shook and contracted around his cock. It was fitting, she thought. The rest of her body followed suit as her hands clenched the sheets and her toes crimped. Her pussy gushed and squirted like never before. She'd have to wash the sheets, but it was definitely worth it.

"Oh, yes!" she cried as the floodgates emptied.

"Fuck!" Leo cried out, "I'm gonna cum too, mom!"

Elated, Rachel answered, "Yes! Shoot your seed inside my pussy!"

Like a good son, Leo continued moving with his dick still buried in his mother's pussy. His body spasmed and trembled while he exhaled loudly. Rachel felt him unload fully; spurt after spurt of his semen painted her pussy white. When finished, he collapsed on his mother, apparently spent.

Rachel was seeing stars when her son finally rolled off her after several minutes. They were both starry-eyed and dazed from their intense fuck session. Lying on their backs, side by side, they relaxed while catching their breath. Her son's fresh serving of warm cum oozed from Rachel's pussy and she basked in that glory.

"I'm assuming everything works fine," he joked while panting heavily.

She took a moment to compose herself. "Was it that obvious? Jesus, I haven't cum like that since my sister ate my pussy while your father drilled my ass, and my brother's cock was in my throat."

"That really happened?" Leo asked incredulously.

"Yes, several months ago."

"Wow."

"You have a lot to learn" she smiled, still dazed. "The important thing is, you'll make an amazing doctor. In fact, once you get your medical license, I'd like you to be my primary physician."

He grinned. "I think that would be an ethical dilemma."

"Why? Because I'll have to confess my sexual secrets to my own son?"

"And you'll have to let me thoroughly examine your breasts and nipples. There also may be issues regarding your vaginal health that require further and deeper investigation."

She playfully smacked her son's flaccid dick. "If you want to fuck me in your exam room, just ask. Until then, I need to wash my pussy before your father gets home."

They both stared at the ceiling while their heart rates returned to normal. She got up first and gave her son a big 'thank you' kiss on the lips. Careful to hold up her lingerie, she protected it from cum and squirt stains. Her cleanly waxed pussy, which had been the catalyst for this sexual adventure, was proudly bared along with her firm ass while she walked to the bathroom to clean up.

The End

527 Qualifications with Mom

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It was supposed to be wonderful. Patricia's son -- her pride and joy -- was only weeks away from attending college. The freshman semester would be starting soon and they were both overjoyed.

So it came as a complete shock when she saw Tyler coming home that Saturday morning with a frown on his face. He had just returned from a fraternity meeting in which eligibility for new membership was explained.

"What's wrong?" she asked, holding a whisk and bowl, preparing the dough for her homemade cookies.

"Nothing."

Tyler closed the front door, removed his shoes, and tossed a folder on the nearby countertop. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that his entry to the fraternity was unlikely to happen.

She put the bowl down on the kitchen counter and went over to comfort him, or at least try.

"What happened at the meeting?" she asked, rubbing his arm.

He hung his head. "Looks like I won't be joining after all. Apparently I'll be a loser in college too."

This stung Patricia more than anything. Her son was far from being a loser. He was a handsome young man, talented, and extremely bright. The problem was that, like many young men at that age, he could be a little shy at times. Especially around pretty girls. It was perfectly normal.

"Oh Tyler," she said, caressing his shoulder. "You're hardly a loser. I like you. Doesn't that count for something?"

He sighed with embarrassment. "Like I said, I'm still going to be a loser."

"Then join the fraternity. Make new friends. What's wrong with that? It's been your goal all summer, right?"

"I wish."

"Anything worth telling me about?" she asked.

In truth, Patricia wasn't ignorant about these sorts of things. She was well aware that fraternities and sororities often had difficult initiation processes. They had to, because there were simply too many applications every year.

Tyler shook his head. "It's nothing. The whole thing is just really stupid."

"Well, you can always make friends elsewhere. I'm sure there are other great clubs at your new university."

"I'm not interested," he said with a sense of defeat.

There was no consoling him at the moment, and he left to go upstairs to change his clothes. Seeing her son like this was upsetting. Tyler was a great guy who still had some emotional maturing to do. This is all normal for a young college guy at his age, Patricia reminded herself. Once he gets over this, he'll be a real stud. She was sure of that.

Tyler had left the folder from the fraternity on the table. He'd either forgotten it, or left it there on purpose.

Either way, Patricia felt the need to take a peek. She opened the folder and sifted through the different pages. Then she saw something that caught her eye and would eventually change their lives forever:

Qualifications for New Fraternity Members

Prospective members are required to demonstrate their social and womanizing abilities with MILFS. The more points you earn, the better your chances of joining the Fraternity.

Earning points must be proven by 2 witnesses that are current fraternity members. OR, there must be picture/video documentation (selfies are okay). The MILF must fully consent to her pictures being taken.

Points are gained by the following methods:

10 points- Getting a MILF's phone number

20 points- Making out

30 points- Feeling up her body

50 points- Oral sex

100 points- Fucking her

Note: Must be an authentic 'soccer mom' style MILF. Prim and proper. Elegant and graceful. You know the type!

Failure to accumulate any points will result in an automatic termination of your application.

Enjoy the rest of the summer you horny bastards!

The Fraternity

Patricia was appalled by the nature of the fraternity initiation. When she was in college, joining a fraternity or sorority was something that was fun and innocent. How times have changed. Certainly not for the better, in her opinion.

Frankly, she found the whole process to be rather disgusting, crude, and sexist. As she put the paper back inside the folder, a part of her was actually glad that Tyler wouldn't be associated with these creeps.

Household duties were beckoning and she returned to the kitchen to finish baking the cookies. It was the least she could do to help him feel better during this time of need. After all, what are mothers for?

Later that day, Patricia took a nice cool shower to relieve herself from the hot weather. Normally, she'd think about her daily activities, events at her job, or her social life. At this particular moment, all she could think about was Tyler and his heartbreak.

She was upset that Tyler was so depressed. Like any good mother, Patricia wanted her son to be happy. And that meant having him join the fraternity, even though she thought the fraternity members were sexist assholes.

Her mind swirled with ideas. The best course of action would be to teach Tyler how to approach older women. It was crazy, but it could work. Tyler was far from comfortable when approaching women his own age, let alone dealing with 'MILFs' at the beach (what a crude term for mature women, Patricia thought).

Nevertheless, Patricia was a self-assured woman, who knew exactly what other women her age would want. She had plenty of tips which could help with this sleazy initiation process. Tips that she could pass on to her son. Sure, Tyler would definitely feel uneasy about this, but he'd have to come out of his shell eventually. This was the time to learn how to be a man.

As she continued her shower, her mind continued swirling with all sorts of ideas. It was almost humorous thinking of her son becoming a stud. She'd coach him on how to court women.

The ultimate problem with this idea, however, was that she didn't want to turn her son into some sleaze. All her life, Patricia had raised Tyler to be someone who respected and valued women. If Tyler actually completed this perverted fraternity test, he'd just be just another creep taking advantage of women, then discarding them after getting what he wanted.

Patricia simply couldn't allow that.

When the shower finished, she stepped out of the tube and wiped the steam away from the mirror, examining her naked body.

She sighed, remembering how her body had used to be on the athletic side, but her age had now caught up with her. Her once perky tits sagged a little. Her previously toned stomach had become a little curvy. Her hips and butt were rather plump. Looking at her face, fresh from a shower and makeup free, there were more lines than years before.

Regardless, she still turned heads on occasions. She knew that young men enjoy 'MILFs' these days. The fact was, Patricia was a 'MILF' herself. The very kind that the fraternity was seeking to exploit.

Such a ridiculous thought. What crossed her mind almost made her laugh. But it also made her pussy clench a little. She dried her naked body with a towel and got an even better look at herself. She'd still look good in a bikini. She was absolutely sure of that.

If the fraternity got a look at her body around Tyler, he'd be initiated in an instant. Definitely. Once again, the thought made her want to laugh. How crazy. How absurd. How very taboo.

Yet the idea wouldn't go away.

As she blow-dried her hair, the Qualification paper wouldn't leave her mind. She and Tyler hugged all the time. They kissed all the time too, granted, they would kiss on the cheek. How big a deal would it be if they went a little further? She could live with it. Tyler could certainly live with that too, especially if it meant joining the fraternity.

'The things I'd do for my son.'

When she entered Tyler's room a few minutes later, he was laying in bed listening to music on his headphones, which he removed as she walked in.

Patricia, dressed in ordinary home clothes, twirled a bikini bottom with her fingers. The smile on her face left Tyler baffled.

"What's that?" he asked, utterly confused that his mom would be doing such a random thing.

"This, is going to help you join the fraternity," she said with a wink.

"Huh?"

Patricia sat down on the bed, looking her son straight in the eyes for the important conversation. She placed the bikini bottom down on the bed, right next to Tyler.

"You're going to join that fraternity," she said firmly. "And I'm going to help you do it. I read the Qualifications to join, and I think you can do it."

"Pretty ridiculous, isn't it?"

She nodded. "I agree wholeheartedly. Boys will be boys, regardless, those are the rules they've chosen. I firmly believe you can do it."

"Are you joking? If it was that easy, I would have done it already."

"I have a plan."

Tyler's eyebrow raised. "You do?"

"My first thought was to teach you how to pick-up women my age."

"That's never going to happen," he said, sadly. "I barely have the courage to talk to girls in my class."

"Which is why there's a second option."

"There is?" he asked with a sense of optimism now.

"Well, it's a little...unconventional. But I have full confidence that it'll work."

"I'd love to hear it."

She took a deep breath. "I could be your MILF."

"You're kidding, right?" his eyes widening.

She straightened her back and sat with perfect posture, as if to exert her authority over the situation, and to show that she was fully confident about the unconventional plan.

"I'm absolutely serious," she said boldly. "No one will ever know. The fraternity members won't verify the pictures, will they?"

"No. I don't think so. They said they'll accept pics and selfies of us with older women."

"And we hug all the time, right?"

He nodded. "Yep."

"And don't I kiss you on the cheek or forehead all the time also?"

He nodded again. "Yep."

"Then would it really be such a big deal if, you know, our lips touched for a split second? We can take a quick picture of it at the beach. The fraternity will have no idea that I'm your mother."

There was a twinkle in his eye. "You'd really do that for me? I mean, seriously? You wouldn't mind?"

Tyler's mood had quickly changed. Just a moment ago, he was heartbroken that his goal of joining the fraternity had been ruined by their Qualifications. Now, there was strong hope that he could actually be accepted.

But there was also something else there, Patricia had noticed. Something inexplicable in his reaction, but she didn't want to think too deeply about it.

"Tomorrow morning," she stated. "We'll go to the beach. Get your swimming things ready because we'll go in the water. We'll also take a few harmless pictures, which hopefully will get you enough points to join the fraternity."

His eyes lit up. "If I join the fraternity because of this, I'll owe you a thousand favors."

"Don't you just know it!"

There was a palpable feeling of excitement between them. Neither knew how far they'd be willing to go with this, but they were actually kind of intrigued to find out.

The plan was set in motion the next morning as they drove to the beach. Patricia was dressed in a plain tshirt and shorts, with her bikini underneath. She was slightly nervous too. It had been a while since she had bared her bikini clad body in public. Heck, it had been a while since she had bared her body in public. Nevertheless, she was a woman on a mission, and this would all be very quick.

During the drive, she briefly wondered if her son would keep his promise about owing her favors. It was an amusing thought. He'd owe her bigtime for this.

When they arrived at the beach, Patricia's body tingled nervously. With the car parked, she undressed and tossed her clothes in the backseat. It had been years since Tyler had seen her in a bikini. She was worried that he wouldn't be impressed because of her age, but sure enough, as soon as her skimpy outfit was revealed, he couldn't keep his eyes away.

"Looking at something?" she smiled.

He quickly diverted his eyes. "Oh, I just wanted to see your outfit. The fraternity members are going to be surprised."

Patricia took this as a compliment and noted how flustered her son looked. She found it entertaining.

"Let's go," she said. "It's a beautiful day, and this should be fun."

She sort of regretted calling this 'fun.' Especially since she'd be kissing him and doing who knows what else. But they had a job to do.

Tyler carried his phone and the car keys. Wearing only his swimming trunks, they both walked barefoot on the concrete parking lot, then onto the hot sand. There were plenty of scantily clad people around that morning.

"Do you have a specific plan for this?" he asked, surveying the beach.

"It depends on how far you're willing to go," she said in a teasing tone.

At this point, she enjoyed teasing him. It seemed like any time this topic had been brought up, Tyler would become uncomfortable or start to squirm a little, ever so slightly. It was all in good fun, and it served a specific purpose too. Besides, with the crazy things they'd be doing, why not have fun with it.

"I'm...ummm...up for anything," he said.

"I thought so. Let's go in the water. It's more private that way."

They walked down the beach to the ocean. It was a gorgeous day, and the atmosphere was lively. Patricia felt a nervous tension growing within herself. Sure, it would all be harmless and fun. But that doesn't change the fact that they were a mother and son who were about to do some slightly provocative things out in public.

Patricia had to remind herself what this was all for; it was for the good of Tyler's college experience. A chance for him to make some new friends and have fun while in college.

Their feet were splashed by a wave of ocean water. As they walked, the water rose up to their knees, then thighs, then midsection. They didn't stop until she gave the signal that they were deep enough, with the ocean water lapping their waist.

They stood in the water and just looked at each other. The rest of the beach goers were completely oblivious to the fact that a mother and son were about to do something so strange.

Tyler's eyebrow raised and he smiled. "Okay, so here we are. What did you have in mind?"

"Scoring points, of course."

"Anything specific?" he asked, his eyebrow still raised.

"Well, I'm sure you've kissed a few of your past girlfriends, right?"

Tyler suddenly looked as if he had been stung by a small creature in the ocean water.

"Of course," he said. "I've kissed girls before."

"According to the rules of the fraternity, you'll get 20 points for making out with a MILF, which, by the way, is a degrading term for women my age."

"I think it's a complimentary term," he insisted. "It means that guys find you really attractive, and let's face it, you're hot."

"That's the last thing I need to hear before we kiss," she said sarcastically.

Tyler tried his best to withhold a smile. "We're going to kiss?"

"How else are we going to earn those points?"

"You're right."

"Now get your phone ready," she said. "Our lips will touch for a split second, and our mouths will be open, so it looks like we're having a make-out session. Then you'll take the selfie picture. Are you okay with that?"

He swiftly nodded. "Yeah, I'm okay with that."

"Good. Now let's make this quick."

As Tyler unlocked his phone and prepared to take the selfie, Patricia looked around at the other beach goers who were enjoying their morning, completely unaware that an incestuous kiss was about to take place.

"It's ready," he said, holding up the phone.

Patricia got closer to him in the water, his lips opening and his mouth puckering up for a kiss.

Then she did it. She leaned in and quickly pressed her lips against her son's lips. It sent a tingly sensation up her spine. It aroused her in a way it wasn't supposed to. They felt each other's breath mingle.

When Patricia pulled back, she saw that her son had suddenly looked flustered and possibly aroused. She didn't even want to think about that.

"Did you get it?" she asked.

Tyler snapped out of the trance to check his phone.

"Damn it, you pulled away too fast. I missed it."

She sharpened her gaze. "Okay, a few more seconds to make sure we get it right. No funny games, okay? Taking a picture shouldn't be this difficult."

"Got it."

For the second time, they kissed on the lips. This time, Patricia pressed her lips harder against his, their mouths tightly locked. This was done to ensure the authenticity of the pictures. There would be no doubt, to the fraternity, that a hot make-out session was taking place.

Patricia was so caught up in the moment, in making this look realistic, that she inadvertently slipped her tongue inside her son's mouth. Before she could control herself, she felt Tyler's tongue pushing back, their tongues wrestled for a second, and they were legitimately making out.

She pulled her lips and tongue away. "Did you get it?"

Tyler checked his phone. "Yep, looks like it."

After confirming that the necessary picture had been taken, they looked at each other in slight discomfort. There was really no doubt about it. They both enjoyed it. Especially Tyler, who never dreamed he would ever make-out with a woman as hot as Patricia was (mom or not).

"Good," she said, nodding. "Now, we'll need to earn a few more points to ensure that you'll be admitted."

"Mom, we really don't need to do this. I think this should be enough."

"Nonsense. We came here so that you could join the fraternity. I know how much this means to you."

He smiled, "Thanks, you're the best. What next?"

"Well, you get 30 points if we feel each other up, right? Let's get close, and you can take another selfie, okay?"

Before Tyler could protest, Patricia lunged forward and pressed her bikini-clad body tightly against her son's body. She squeezed him tight, and that was when she felt it. No way, it couldn't have been. Could it? She shifted her thigh against his body to be sure. There was no doubt.

Patricia felt an erection inside Tyler's shorts. It was pressed against her thigh as she squeezed herself upon him. This instantly made Tyler jerk backwards, ending the tight embrace, as he looked embarrassed.

"Sorry about that," he blushed.

Patricia maintained composure, trying to be practical about this. "That's perfectly alright. You're a healthy, vibrant young man. I should have expected that."

"Should we go home now?"

"Not so fast, mister," she said in a stern motherly tone. "We've already come so far, and done so much, there's no way I'm letting you quit. I honestly don't care that you've become erect. It doesn't bother me at all."

He blushed again. "Thanks, and sorry once again."

"Stop apologizing! Men should never apologize for being men, unless they're doing something totally inappropriate. You became erect because you were intimate with a real woman. You should own the fact that you're aroused. It's part of being a real man. And part of all this is to teach you how to be a man. Understood?"

He nodded, with more confidence flowing. "Got it. I'm glad you think so. It's just...look at you...you're hot. I mean, of course I'm going to be aroused."

Those were words that no mother should ever hear from her son, Patricia thought. But she justified her actions by telling herself that this was all for Tyler's future. And it was. Tyler would become a better man because of this, for gaining confidence, and for eventually joining the fraternity, if everything went well.

"Enough talk," she said. "Now for the next step. We still need to gain more points."

"Should we hug again?"

She shook her head. "That might be a little too awkward, given the situation inside your swimming trunks. I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"Then what?"

Patricia looked around, making sure all the beach goers were of proper age. They were. Everyone at the beach was over 18, since nudity was allowed there. She also wanted to make sure that no one was looking at them.

She grabbed her son's hand and pulled it to her breast. It shocked him to the core. She held his hand there, but he wasn't going to pull back anyway. No, he wanted this too. Once he knew that he had full permission, his hand slowly clenched, cupping his mother's tit.

"Well?" she asked, gesturing to her fondled breast. "What are you waiting for? Take the picture already."

"Oh, right."

Tyler used his free hand to take the picture of himself cupping his mother's breast. It wasn't just one picture either. It was an assortment of pictures. Patricia wanted to make sure that all angles were covered. She wanted to leave no doubt to the fraternity that this was the real thing. That Tyler was actually having his way with a 'MILF.'

And that meant more intimacy. Patricia took his hand and slid it underneath her bikini top, so that he felt her bare breast. His fingers rubbed, feeling that her nipple was rock hard at that point. Patricia kept her eyes fixed on her son, while he took pictures of his hand fondling the bare tit, which had become exposed to everyone else at the beach.

It was all very surreal. She had never been much of an exhibitionist before. Never had she exposed her breast in a public area. Now, for her very own son, she was allowing her boob to be free for anyone to watch. How embarrassing. How very exciting too.

"I think you've had enough of that," she said, taking a breath.

Tyler's hand slowly pulled away. "Are we done?"

At that moment, the answer should have been 'yes, we're done.' But she couldn't bring herself to say those words. She couldn't bring herself to cover her chest either, as her tit was still exposed.

In truth, she was aroused from this. She knew that Tyler was aroused too. She also knew that joining the fraternity could be tough, because she didn't know how many points the other potential members had accrued. Better to be on the safe side and try to earn the most points possible while they were already at the beach.

"One more thing," she said. "To make sure we get enough points."

"You mean, oral?"

"No!!" she snapped, before calming herself down. "No, we won't go that far. Relax your hand. This will only take a moment."

Patricia took her son's hand again, this time bringing it to her crotch. She allowed the hand to slide underneath her bikini bottom, so that he could feel her bare pussy. She had shaved it that morning so that none of her pubic hairs would poke through her bikini. When she shaved, she had no idea her son would be touching her most intimate of areas. Yet, it was happening, and she was enjoying it.

All the while, Tyler kept his phone pointed down towards the ocean water, taking pictures of his hand buried up his mother's cunt.

Things went to the next level when he used two fingers to rub her clitoris, making her clench. It went yet a step further when he slipped two fingers inside of her pussy, making her gasp.

"You've touched a woman before," she moaned, surprised.

"I have. Not much beyond that."

"Are you a virgin?" she asked.

"Yes," he said sadly.

That was when he fondled her pussy some more, furthering her arousal. It was becoming too much, especially at the public beach, so she pulled his hand away, then covered her exposed tit.

"Now we're done," she winked at him.

Patricia leaned forward to give her son a kiss on the lips, which was purely for personal reasons, then they headed back to the shore.

The next morning. Patricia was dressed nicely for work, in a sharp office suit, complete with a silk blouse, a knee-length skirt, and stockings on her legs. She was preparing her breakfast when Tyler came down the stairs with his phone in hand.

"Any news?" she asked.

"Yep, good and bad."

"Start with the good news first."

He smiled, "The fraternity released an email update on the initiation process. I'm high on the list so far."

"That's great!" she said with elation, giving her son a hug. "This shows that you can do anything, even if I gave you a helping hand."

"I know, right?"

"Now what's the bad news?"

He suddenly looked timid. "The results are mostly tied so far. So they've sent out another email on how to earn more points. Here, take a look."

Tyler handed her the phone, and Patricia read the email carefully:

Qualifications for New Fraternity Members

Congratulations for making it this far. As you know, gaining membership is difficult, as the tasks are challenging. We strive for the highest standards, which means pushing you to the limit.

Here are the means for gaining additional points. The stakes are much higher in this area. The same MILF(s) must still be used. We want to know if you can still hook-up with the same hot MILF(s) outside of the beach setting, when she's returned to her normal everyday life.

Points are gained by the following methods:

200 points- Continued sexual activity with the MILF anywhere

300 points- Sexual activity with the MILF at her work

400 points- Sexual activity with the MILF at her home

AUTOMATIC MEMBERSHIP- Live streaming the sexual activity (with her consent) at either her home or work.

The same rules apply. The summer is coming to an end, and the deadline is closing. Enjoy yourselves you horny bastards!

The Fraternity

Just when Patricia thought she had done all she could to help her son join the fraternity, there was suddenly more to be done. And the stakes couldn't have been higher, or more perverse.

She handed the phone back to her son, with a stern, motherly look on her face.

"You're not seriously considering this," she said. "Are you? You better not be."

He gave a shy grin. "Please? We've already done so much. This was all your idea, remember? You were the one who took me to the beach."

"Yes, for touching and kissing. Not for...god knows what else."

"Then how else am I supposed to join the fraternity? You've read the email, this is the only way."

She gave a sharp look. "I'll have to think about it.."

"Oh..."

Tyler suddenly looked shy and meek, hanging his head.

"What is it?" she had to ask.

"I've already told the Fraternity that I'd Skype them this morning."

Patricia's eyes widened. "You what!?"

"Sorry," he said, timid. "I thought you'd be okay with that. I mean, just yesterday you let me touch your..."

"You don't need to remind me," she said, shaking her head. "I know what we did."

"And you enjoyed it too, didn't you? I felt how aroused you were. Your nipple was hard and you seemed to enjoy my fingers inside you."

"Touching and kissing is one thing," she said adamantly. "But oral sex and intercourse is something else entirely. You have to tell them that you can't do the Skype chat."

He hung his head again. "If I do that, my application will be rejected. It's okay, I'll let them know."

It felt as though time was moving in slow motion. Tyler was turning to walk away and Patricia had to make a snap decision.

She had already allowed him to fondle her bare tit in public, tongue kiss on the mouth, and finger her aroused cunt. What's the harm in going a little further? She thought. Instead of her lips touching his mouth, her lips would be on his cock. Instead of his fingers going inside her cunt, his cock would be there.

"Wait," she said softly, preventing him from leaving. "If you promise to be respectful about this, then I'll do it."

His eyes lit up. "Really?"

"Yes, really. Just don't make a big fuss about it, and know that I'm only doing this to help you. This is to boost your confidence for college. This is about helping you become a young man."

"You got it."

"And another thing," she added. "This better not be demeaning towards me. I mean it. If you call me a bitch, slut, or whore during the process, then I swear you'll be slapped across the face."

He gave her a big suffocating hug. "That'll never happen. You're the best. I owe you a thousand favors. Anything you want. Promise."

"You better."

"Can we start now?" he asked, releasing the hug.

She checked the time. "I don't know, I have to go to work in about 30 minutes."

"Plenty of time," he smiled. "I'll be right back. I need to make a quick call to confirm this."

With that, Tyler gave his mother a big wet kiss on the lips. Then he ran up the stairs. The kiss left Patricia reeling, and she wondered if she had just created a monster.

It only took a few short minutes for Tyler to come back down the stairs with his laptop open, ready to open Skype for a video chat. Patricia barely had time to take a few bites of her breakfast. She noted the excited look on her son's face. A look that she rarely saw.

"Okay, I just spoke with them," he said, setting the laptop on the dining table. "They're ready for the video call."

Patricia gulped the food in her mouth. Was this really going to happen? What had she gotten herself into?

She tried to maintain control. "Just a few seconds, okay? That's all you get to prove to the fraternity that this is real."

"A few seconds? They want to see the whole thing. They said I'll automatically be allowed to join after they watch this."

Her eyes shifted to the laptop on the table. Deep down, she was mortified that she'd be doing these sex acts to completion in front of unknown fraternity members. Worse, she'd be doing these full-on sex acts with her own son. It was something she could never take back.

But at the same time, for reasons which she'd never understand, Patricia felt the same wetness between her legs as the previous day. There was no doubt about it. The idea was extremely taboo and arousing. It made her pussy clench just thinking about it.. Plus she hadn't been laid in a while, so this would be a nice form of relief.

He interrupted her thoughts. "Are you okay with this? They're expecting me to contact them right away."

Time was of the essence and she was boxed in. She needed to go to work soon. And her son needed to contact the fraternity, who were waiting.

More interestingly, she noticed the look of pure enthusiasm on Tyler's face. He was insanely aroused and incredibly excited. The look made Patricia's mind swirl with questions (along with her own arousal as well).

"I'll do it," she said. "Only on one condition."

"What?"

"Why are you so excited? Because you're going to join the fraternity? Lose your virginity? Or because you're going to have sex with me- your own mother? Answer truthfully."

He blushed, "Honestly? It started with wanting to join the fraternity. But since yesterday, when I got to touch your..."

"Nevermind," she said, cutting him off. "Don't finish that sentence. I'll do this for you. Let me change my clothes and I'll be back."

"Don't. They want you in your office clothes. They like the whole 'professional woman' thing. It's a huge turn-on for them."

"You told them about me?"

He nodded. "Of course I did."

"Fine. Just start this already."

He smiled, "Remember, don't act like my mother. You're supposed to act like a random MILF I picked up at the beach. Act like we're strangers."

"You owe me for this," she said, crossing her arms, giving him a sharp stare.

"Mom, you're the best. I'll owe you whatever you want."

He gave her an inappropriate kiss on the lips without her permission. Then he turned to his laptop to connect the cam.

"God, this is crazy," she breathed aloud.

He turned to her with a serious expression on his face. "I'm nervous, mom. I'm a virgin."

"It'll be okay."

Deep down, she felt her pussy come to life. The idea of taking her son's virginity was an unusual thrill. One that she wasn't sure if she was ready for. Nevertheless, it excited her. It made her all hot and bothered.

"I'll try to be proper about this," he said. "I mean, I'll try to make it pleasurable for you."

"I appreciate that. Now, have you ever received oral sex?"

"A few times."

"Then you have some experience," she noted.

"Not as much as I'd like. I'd also appreciate if you...you know...make me look like a stud. You know, act like you're hot for me. Dirty talk. Act like you can't get enough of me."

"The things I'd do for my son," she replied, shaking her head.

He smiled. "Thanks so much. Get ready, I'll connect the webcam now."

In truth, Patricia was far from prepared. She was only vaguely aware of how this would work, and how far she'd have to go sexually. Sure, she was told that she would have to do sexual things with Tyler, but was Tyler actually able to go through with it? So many questions. Questions which would soon be answered.

Skype opened and she saw a group of fraternity members on the screen. There were four of them. They appeared to be the leaders, all well-dressed and neatly groomed. Tyler spoke with them for a while. Then he turned the laptop so that the webcam pointed to his mom in the kitchen.

The fraternity leaders expressed their pleasure with what they saw:

"She's gorgeous. What a nice MILF you've found."

"Nice work, Tyler. She's the perfect woman."

"Damn, she's hot! Office women are the best."

"This is going to be so awesome!"

Patricia was embarrassed by the brazen comments. But at the same time, flattered as well. These were young men at the prime of their youth who were approving of her beauty.

She tried to maintain a strong, confident posture. Inside, she was far from that. She was nervous as hell, being watched on the webcam by these frat leaders. But it was a price she was willing to pay for her son.

Tyler spoke to the frat members, as Patricia stood there listening to more compliments about how hot she was, how sexy she looked, and how excited they were to watch her get fucked and suck cock.

The crude comments made Patricia want to admonish the young men. To scold them for speaking in such a manner. All her life, she strived to be a respectable woman. All her life, she did her best to be a good person. And all her adult life, she did her best to be a great mother to her son, teaching him how to behave properly. Most importantly, she always led by example.

Now here she was, standing in her office clothes in the kitchen, getting ready to perform all sorts of lewd sex acts with Tyler, while these strangers watched through a laptop.

"So this is how it's going to work," the frat leader said. "If she sucks your cock to completion, on cam, you're automatically accepted into the fraternal order. If you fuck her on cam, then you'll be fast tracked to a leadership role. Are you ready Tyler?"

"Yes, I'm ready," he replied confidently.

"What about the MILF? Your name is Patricia, right? Are you ready to begin?"

Patricia resisted the urge to roll her eyes while looking at them. She further resisted the urge to throw her coffee mug at the laptop to smash the screen.

"I'm ready to help this stud," she said, trying to sound sexy. "He belongs in the fraternity for all the things he can do."

"You must be a great cocksucker," another frat leader smiled.

Patricia clenched her fists, resisting any violent urges.

"I've always had good reviews. Tyler certainly doesn't complain."

"Then get to it. Let's see what kind of skills you have."

Tyler now faced his mother. Patricia turned to face her son. There was an apprehensive look on Tyler's face. Of course there was, the young man didn't have much experience. And he certainly wasn't going to be the aggressor towards his mother, since she was the leader of the household.

This would have to be Patricia's doing. She knew that if she didn't take charge, nothing would happen. She took a deep breath and concentrated her efforts. She was also extremely aroused, but she didn't let it show. This was all business, she thought to herself. That was her justification for performing sexual acts on her son.

She dropped to her knees, still in the full view of the webcam, while the four frat members watched on. She couldn't bring herself to look at the cam. All she could focus on was undoing her son's shorts, yanking them down, to reveal a raging hard cock, which swung free, almost hitting her in the face.

It was immediately clear that this wasn't just about cocksucking for Tyler. He wanted this from his own mother. He was excited that his mom was going to service him like this. And that made Patricia strangely turned-on, even more than she already was.

She held the cock in her hand and stroked, feeling her son's manhood. Then she looked up at him. Their eyes locked while she stroked. She kept in mind that she had to be sexy about this.

"I love your cock," she said, while in character. "I can't get enough of it. I want it down my throat and in my pussy right after."

Tyler's eyes spoke volumes. His facial expression said it all. His cock twitched in his mother's hand.

The fraternity leaders also made comments, expressing their excitement.

Patricia opened her mouth and took the cock inside. She sucked it. No warm up. No feeler. No further preparation. There was no need to delay this any further. She had a task to complete. Plus, she needed to go to work soon, meaning Tyler had to cum as fast as possible.

She sucked his cock brazenly. What most people didn't realize by looking at Patricia, was that even though she was a plain everyday woman, she was also a woman who loved sucking cock. She didn't look the part of a good cocksucker, but she was.

The suction of her mouth was incredibly tight. Her lips were wrapped tightly around the shaft. Her head bobbed, back and forth, in an even pace. Not missing a beat. Occasionally, her tongue would caress the shaft and swirl around the head.

All the while, her eyes remained locked on Tyler's eyes. This was driving him completely wild. .

"Oh god..." he moaned. "Fuck, mo..."

As Tyler almost said, 'mom,' Patricia bit down gently, but urgently on his cock to stop him from making the huge slip-up, which would have been an epic disaster for them.

He corrected himself. "Oh fuck, Patricia. Your mouth is incredible."

She winked at him, pleased that he'd made the correction.

As she continued sucking her son's cock to the best of her ability, she was also aroused by comments made by the frat members:

"What a fucking mouth that lady has."

"Shit, Tyler is the luckiest fucker on the planet."

"How come I never had a MILF like that?"

"I would give her half of our fraternity funds if she would come here and suck our cocks. It would be worth it."

The comments were amusing and motivated her further. She was never much of an exhibitionist, but this was making her reel with all sorts of strange feelings. It wasn't enough that her son's hard penis was in her mouth, and that she was pleasing it, but she was also doing it to entertain others.

She had to continuously remind herself: this was for the sake of her son's future, his self-confidence, and his college experience.

As her mouth expertly worked the cock, she felt all the tell-tale signs of an impending orgasm. It wasn't much of a surprise. A young man with little experience, like Tyler, wouldn't last very long anyway. And if he came, then they wouldn't be having sex.

Patricia pulled her mouth away, leaving a long trail of saliva dripping off the erection.

"It's time to fuck," she said, once again taking charge of the situation. "I need to get to the office soon. That shouldn't be a problem either, since most men don't last very long inside my pussy."

The last comment was just to tease the fraternity members. God, the power and control she had over this situation was giving her all sorts of strange, perverse feelings. Her pussy now ached for this.

Patricia grabbed her son by his wet cock and pulled him to the dining table. She pushed the laptop on the corner of the table, clearing the necessary space for them to fuck.

"Lay on the table," she said. "I love dominating handsome young men like you. Especially since you have a wonderful cock."

Again, this was just for added effect to the fraternity, but there was a slight grain of truth to it. In all honesty, she did think that her son had a wonderful cock. That was something she couldn't deny. Although she had never 'dominated' a younger soon-to-be college stud before, it was pretty enjoyable. The level of control she had was intoxicating.

The toughest part came when her son laid on the dining table, his hard cock pointing straight up in the air. This was it. Now she'd actually have to go through with it.

Patricia was no prude when it came to sex, even though she prided herself on being such a respectable, proper woman. But this was her son of all people. She had given birth to him 18 years ago. Her own flesh and blood. Now here she was, preparing to fuck him in front of the webcam.

Even more taboo, Tyler was a virgin. She'd be the very first woman to introduce him to the world of sex. One of the most important moments in his young adulthood. It should have been with someone special, she thought. Someone he loved, like a girlfriend. Patricia was always old fashioned in her beliefs.

Instead, it would be her fucking him. It would be her taking his virginity. And the thought had now become so exhilarating that her panties were now stained with wetness.

She reached underneath her office skirt and slid her panties down to the floor. When she picked them up to examine them, she noted that her white panties were now stained.

They were so wet, even the frat members commented on them:

"Damn, look at how wet those are."

"This MILF is insanely horny."

"Can't wait to see this fucking!"

These comments only emboldened Patricia further. She instinctively smiled at the webcam, stood on a chair, then put her knees down onto the dining table, hovering over her exposed son.

"We're going to do this fast," she said, trying to sound sexy. "I can't be late for work. There's an important meeting I need to attend this morning. But only because I love your cock so much, I'll squeeze this in."

This was for added effect, to make Tyler look good in front of the fraternity leaders, and he played along.

"You can have my cock anytime, Patricia," he replied, like a stud. "I fully expect to have your pussy later this evening."

If anything, Patricia was at least glad that Tyler was getting a confidence boost out of this. God knows he needed it at this age.

With her skirt hiked up, she lowered herself, while Tyler held his throbbing cock upwards. As soon as the tip of his cock touched the pussy, his eyes widened. When Patricia's pussy lowered, and his cock entered her wet hole, he gasped. When she lowered herself all the way, and the cock fully entered her pussy, he moaned out loud.

Patricia felt an overwhelming feeling of power as the cock was buried in her pussy. She knew she had complete control over her son. It was like a surreal feeling of sexual domination. Her original plan was to do this as quickly as possible, but now, she was enjoying this too much. She wanted this to last a little bit longer. That wouldn't be so bad. They've already come this far, might as well enjoy it.

With a single thrust of her pussy, Tyler was no longer a virgin.

"Oh god!" he gasped, his body jerking.

She smiled and pressed his shoulder down. "We've fucked so many times yesterday. I love how you still get excited over my pussy."

Patricia rode him a slow and steady pace. Her hands pressed his shoulders down, and her pussy clenched him to make the experience even more pleasurable.

"No one can get used to your pussy, Patricia."

"That's what I like to hear. Good boy."

As they fucked in a rhythmic pattern, Patricia couldn't help herself. She did something she had avoided before, which was to look directly at the laptop screen. She had to see the reaction of the frat members who would be deciding her son's college fate. The very same people who were enjoying this incestuous show (without even knowing it was incest).

There they were. The four clean cut fraternity leaders in shock at the hot fucking that was taking place. She figured they must be used to seeing MILFs, but apparently not. Or maybe Patricia was just their type, prim and proper, in a super sexually aroused state, that they just couldn't help themselves.

This feeling of exhibitionism only made Patricia burn inside. As she rode her son's cock, she lifted her hands and began to unbutton her blouse to expose her white bra. Then she pulled her bra down to expose the intimate parts of her chest, which now had a bikini tan line from their day at the beach yesterday.

Her hands pulled further, showing even more of her tan lined tits. Finally, she revealed her hard brown nipples to her son, which were large and erect, showing just how aroused she was over this.

"Oh shit," he gasped. "Your fucking tits are spectacular. I'll never get tired of them."

Tyler reached up and grabbed them while they fucked, pinching the hard nipples. Patricia wondered if Tyler was saying this for added effect, or if he actually meant it. Of course he meant it, she thought, boys will be boys. Mom or not, they love tits.

As much as she was loving this moment, she did in fact need to go to work soon. She had an important meeting that morning. This needed to hurry. Besides, she had no intention of spending her morning having sex in order to entertain these sleazy frat members.

So in order to speed things up, while continuing to ride her son, she bent down and pushed her tits into Tyler's face, allowing him to suck her hard nipples. His hands forcefully squeezed each tit and he took turns devouring each nipple with his mouth. He sucked those tits in a way Patricia hadn't felt in a long time.

She brought her lips to his ear and whispered, "I hope you can feel how wet my pussy is. I love that I'm taking your virginity. It's so freaking nasty, but I love it. I need to go work son, cum for mommy, okay?"

When she sat upright, the look on Tyler's face said it all. He was insanely aroused, as if he were hypnotized and may never recover. This delighted Patricia for some odd reason.

She rode him faster this time, determined to end things quickly. She was pleased that her son grabbed her hips and forced her to go harder and faster. She liked that he was now becoming a man and taking charge.

What she didn't count on was the fact that she'd be coming as well. She didn't anticipate her own orgasm, since this wasn't supposed to be about her. It was supposed to be about her son joining the fraternity. Nevertheless, it would be a good learning opportunity for Tyler in his sexual education.

"Rub my clitoris," she groaned. "I'm close to an orgasm. Make me cum by rubbing it in a circular motion. Stimulate me."

Tyler did as he was told. Gladly. He rubbed that clit hard and fast, in circular motions like mom had instructed him to do.

That's when it hit. After a few moments and getting fucked hard and having her clit stimulated, her back arched violently and she cried aloud. The orgasm was a much welcomed break to her dry spell. Never in a million years would she have imagined that it would be broken by her son. But it was worth it. She couldn't remember the last time she came so hard, as her whole body rippled with intense pleasure.

When she looked down and saw Tyler still looking flustered, she tried to compose herself to focus on him. She clenched her wet pussy to make her hole tighter, making him closer to the goal.

"Cum for me," she groaned. "That's it. Feels good, doesn't it? Cum already. I want to see your expression as you cum."

She rode her hips faster and faster. She clenched her pussy tighter and tighter. The look on Tyler's face showed that he was about to burst. His first sex session was going to be memorable.

"Oh fuck!!!" he screamed, his eyes clenching shut. "I'm going to cum. Mommm!!!!!"

His body jerked as he shot multiple loads inside his mother. She was relentless as she rode him, making sure to drain his balls properly. Unfortunately, he had accidentally revealed to the fraternity the whole mother/son thing. But they'd deal with that later once the orgasm was over. Their minds were totally possessed by the hot fucking they shared.

When they both calmed down and tried to recover from their earth shattering orgasms, they both turned to face the laptop. The four fraternity members looked back at them in utter shock. It was a devastating moment, and Patricia was a nervous wreck waiting for the responses.

The frat members finally spoke:

"Holy shit, Tyler, that's your mom...dude?"

"Fuck, did we just witness some mother/son fucking?"

"That guy just boned his mom..."

"This motherfucker is literally a motherfucker!"

Patricia gulped loudly, Tyler's reputation on campus would be devastated. Worse, the news of this could get out, which would lead to Patricia's public reputation being ruined as well. Her mind raced with all sorts of terrible thoughts that would befall them.

Instead, the frat members broke out into a cheer and began high-fiving each other ecstatically. They clearly relished this.

Both Patricia and Tyler breathed a sigh of relief. She climbed off her son, blushing, went to the sink to go wipe her pussy clean of the orgasmic fluids. All the while, she listened to heaps of praise being showered on her son for being able to fuck his mom. Apparently, she had come to learn, this was a common fantasy for most young men. And the fraternity leaders promised to keep this a secret, and also to fast track him to a leadership position.

This was all worth it, she thought.

When the webcam show ended, Patricia felt embarrassed and still flustered from the intense orgasm she had just experienced. She finished wiping her legs dry, and she put her panties back on.

"Thanks mom," he smiled, his cock still exposed, which was not flaccid.

She tried to compose herself and look motherly. "You're welcome. This was for you. It was to help you become a young man, and it looks like I've succeeded. Anyway, I really am in a rush and I need to go. I'll see you this evening."

"Mom?"

"Yes?"

"Your tits are still showing," he said.

She looked down at her chest, then realized that in the craze of things, she had somehow forgot to put her nipples back inside of her bra, and to button up her blouse again. She quickly tucked her nipples away.

"Thanks."

"So...can we do this again?"

She smiled, "You already owe me a ton of favors."

"Yes, and those favors can be in the form of helping you have more orgasms. You seem like you really like it. It's good for you."

She playfully sighed, "We'll discuss this later. In the meantime, I have to go. Have a wonderful day as a new member of the frat."

With that, she kissed him on the lips. A nice hard kiss. A 'thank you for the hot morning fuck' kind of kiss. Then she returned herself to a more professional mode as she grabbed her purse, put on her shoes, and left for work, with traces of cum still lingering inside her pussy.

The End

528 Quarantined with Mom

HeyAll

The tickets were originally for my mother and her close friend.

They were set to go on a cruise ship and explore different exotic islands during the peak of summer. Unfortunately, mom's friend had a last minute issue at work, and she had to cancel a few days before the trip was supposed to start. The tickets were non-refundable. My mother tried to find someone else to go with her, but since most of her friends are also lawyers, none of them could go on such short notice.

That's where I came in.

With no other options left, my mother reluctantly invited me to the cruise trip, and I reluctantly agreed. It definitely wasn't what she had in mind when she bought the expensive tickets and cleared her busy schedule. In the end, she just laughed about it.

The awkwardness was gone the moment the cruise started. Who wouldn't enjoy a cruise to exotic locations? Besides, we've always been close, and we were about to become even closer...

We played on the beach after having breakfast. After I became exhausted from swimming, I walked towards my mother on the shore. She was laying on a big towel underneath a large umbrella. Her body was slightly wet because she had just finished swimming too.

She wore a tight bikini which perfectly showcased her curvy and voluptuous figure. She bought it when she thought she was going on vacation with her close friend instead of with me. When the trip first started, she modestly covered herself with either a tshirt or dress, but she eventually revealed her bikini body without shame.

"Can we live here?" I jokingly asked as I laid down next to her on the same blanket.

"I wish."

Her eyes were closed as she rested. She looked incredibly relaxed. It was a nice change of pace for her since she usually works long hours as a trial lawyer. I admired her tanned body for a moment before looking away.

"Do you think the next island is going to be as beautiful as this?"

"Apparently so," she replied, opening her eyes to look at me. "From what I hear, it only gets better. I can't wait to see what comes next."

"Neither can I."

Both of us laid back and enjoyed the hot weather on the beach.

The next day was even hotter. We were walking towards the cruise ship with our luggage, alongside some of the other passengers. We were both wearing a tshirt and shorts, along with flip-flops on our feet.

On the way to the ship, we saw a local man selling fresh fruit juice from a stand. The other tourists were lining up to buy his drinks before boarding the ship. People commented on how good the juice tasted and even bought extra to go. It looked perfect for a hot day.

"Thirsty?" mom asked.

"Oh yeah. Definitely. I'll probably melt if I don't get one of those drinks."

By the time my mother and I got to the stand, the other tourists had already left. My mother has always been indecisive when it came to ordering food or drinks, so she just stood there for a long moment staring at the menu.

"What will it be, miss?" the islander said in a very friendly manner along with his thick accent.

"I'm not quite sure yet," she replied. "What do you recommend?"

When I stood next to my mother, the man smiled.

"What lovely couple," he said with a big smile. "It's good people in love, not caring about age."

The local thought that my mother and I were dating, which was pretty funny to me. It wasn't so amusing to my mom though.

My mother looked so embarrassed. "Oh no, we're not..."

"Don't be ashamed, miss. Love is most beautiful thing on planet. No need to be shy. I see plenty around here."

I jokingly wrapped my arm around my mother. "Thank you for being so open minded."

The man only smiled wider. "I have right drink for lovely couple like yourselves. You see."

He went to work, grabbing an assortment of oddly shaped fruits and expertly sliced them, before tossing them in the blender. The fruits he was using were all very exotic and I had never seen any of them before. When he was done, he poured the fresh juice inside of a large cardboard container and handed it to us.

"Thank you," my mother said politely. "What kinds of fruits did you use?"

"My very special recipe. Good for loving couples. You see later. Very good!"

The man spoke suggestively, which was kind of creepy. He seemed to be fascinated and intrigued by the idea of my mother and I being a couple.

"How much will this be?" my mother said, reaching inside of her purse.

"For you, free of charge."

"Please, I insist, how much? I can't accept this for free."

He shook his head. "You two are very nice people. Put your money away. This is free. Next time you can pay."

My mother smiled, "You're a very sweet man. Thank you."

"Enjoy the drink, both of you. The fruit is special. Drink little by little. It works slowly. Very good for fertility."

My mother and I were both taken aback when he mentioned 'fertility.' I wanted to laugh, while my mother looked mortified. After leaving a big tip for the man, we headed towards the cruise ship which was set to depart shortly.

An hour later. The ship left the port and many of the passengers stood outside to have a final look at the island. My mother and I stood next to each other on the deck while drinking the juice. We both agreed that the drink was delicious, whatever it was.

"This view is so amazing," she said, looking towards the ocean. "I'll never get tired of it. It really takes your breath away."

"Exactly. I'm glad you invited me."

"You are?" my mother asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Yeah, of course," I replied, as if defending myself. "Why wouldn't I?"

"Nevermind. It's just seems as though you're a little bit uncomfortable at times with this whole arrangement, ever since the trip started. That's all."

"Because you're my mom, and we're surrounded by people who are constantly kissing?" I playfully replied. "That might have something to do with it."

"Fair enough," she nodded. "It's an unusual situation. I don't mind if you feel uneasy with it."

"What about when the man who sold us these drinks thought we were dating?"

"What about it?" she asked.

"You looked really embarrassed."

"That's different."

"Why?"

"It just is," she replied sternly. "Women are judged differently. He probably thought I was some sort of 'cougar' who chases after young men. That might have been why he was smiling so much."

"You're overreacting mom. It was a simple misunderstanding. It's not that big of a deal. Besides, you look great. You should be flattered that he thinks you can still attract handsome young men like me."

"Are you telling me how I should feel?" she asked playfully, yet sternly.

I shrugged. "At least he gave us a lot of this nice-tasting fruit juice."

We both drank more of the fresh fruit juice we were holding, and then my mother smiled in agreement.

"I certainly can't argue with that."

Afterwards, we rested in our small room. My mother and I each had separate beds. I was lounging on my bed watching television, while my mother was on her bed looking at brochures for the next place we were going to visit.

She was also drinking more of the freshly squeezed juice from the island, which she couldn't get enough of.

"I hope you're interested in scuba diving," she said, with her eyes flipping through the pages. "The coral reefs look stunning. I'd love to see it up close."

"Damn right I'm interested. I've always wanted to go scuba diving."

"Wonderful. It'll be a first time experience for both of us."

"Yeah," I passively replied with my eyes still on the tv.

"Then it's settled."

Through the corner of my eye, I saw my mother staring at me, which was kind of uncomfortable and awkward. I turned to look at her and saw my mother with a faint loving smile on her face.

"Can I help you with something?" I jokingly asked.

"I think it's great that we're finally spending so much time together. I've been so busy with work, and you've been busy with college."

"We see each other everyday mom."

"This is different. You're becoming a grown man. Someday when you have kids, you'll understand what I'm trying to say."

Before I could reply, the ship's intercom system was suddenly activated and we listened to the oncoming message:

Attention all passengers,

This is the Captain speaking. Do not be alarmed, but there has been an incident on board this ship involving the accidental release of insects, which had been illegally stored by a passenger. None of the insects are believed to be dangerous at the present moment.

For precautionary reasons, we urge all passengers to remain in their rooms for the next several hours while our crew works diligently to restore safety.

Thank you all for your cooperation. We will inform you once the ship is clear.

Captain Johnson

My mother's eyes suddenly had a look of panic.

"Oh my gosh," she said. "I hope no one gets hurt."

"It'll be fine. The Captain just said there's no danger. We'll just hang out in the room until everything clears."

She nodded. "You're probably right. So much for our plans this evening."

"I know. We're under quarantine now. I guess we're trapped together."

"You say that like it's a bad thing," she said with a motherly expression on her face.

"No way," I replied, trying to smooth things over. "I don't mind being locked in a room with you."

She flashed a playful, yet skeptical look. "Looks like we'll be here a while before dinner. I desperately need a long nap. It's been a long day."

"I know. Me too."

My mother put the brochure away, along with her empty cup, and she laid on her bed and closed her eyes. I turned the tv off and did the same. There wasn't anything better to do.

An hour later. I awoke because of a powerful feeling between my legs. My heart rate was beginning to rise for whatever reason. Something was happening to me and I didn't know what, or why.

Seconds later, I had a full erection inside my shorts. It instantly became swollen and ached badly. A strong feeling of lust came over my entire body.

My mother wasn't laying in the other bed. I didn't see her around. I got out of bed and saw that the bathroom door was closed, which obviously meant that she was inside.

I laid back down on my bed. My erection throbbed harder. With my mother still in the bathroom, I decided to handle it as fast as I could. There was no choice. With my raging hard cock freed, I stroked rapidly. When I heard the water running in the bathroom, I went even faster. My mother would be coming out soon. It wasn't long before I came and I quickly wiped it away with a nearby tissue paper and threw it in the trash.

I heard the bathroom door open and I tried my best to look relaxed. My heart was still pounding, and for some reason I was still aroused, but I tried to act natural.

My mother came out of the bathroom looking tired. I noticed there was moisture on her forehead, which was probably sweat, and her breathing looked exhausted. She didn't say anything. She simply walked to her bed and collapsed on it.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"I'm fine sweety. I think it may have been something I ate."

"Oh. Well I hope you feel better."

She put her hand on her forehead, closing her eyes.

"Thank you."

Inexplicably, my erection came back to life. My sexual endurance had always been good, but it's never been that good. With my mother's eyes still closed, I got up and walked to the bathroom without covering the bulge in my shorts.

I completely lost track of time while I masturbated in the bathroom. At least 15 minutes must have passed. My cock was throbbing the entire time, just as much as before. I shot a massive load inside the toilet and flushed. Then I washed my hands.

Before I opened the bathroom door, I heard a noise which immediately caused me to freeze. I thought I heard a moaning noise coming from our room. I wasn't sure. I stood still, just in case. I pressed my ear against the door to hear it better. Then I heard it again. Another moan. It was my mother's moan. She must have been masturbating!

At that very moment, it all made sense. My mother came out of the bathroom earlier with trickles of sweat on her forehead because she was masturbating so intensely like I was. That was the reason why she looked so exhausted when she laid down. Whatever was affecting me, was affecting her too. From the sound of things, she was even more aroused than I was. Her moans became louder, yet I could tell she was trying to muffle the noise.

I became aroused again from listening to her sounds of pleasure. I resisted the urge to masturbate again. Instead I just listened to my mother with my ear against the door. After a loud moan, the noises stopped. She must have finished. She must have orgasmed. I waited for a few moments to be sure. Then I opened the door and left the bathroom.

I saw my mother in bed looking flustered. Her hand was on her forehead, and I could see her chest moving up and down from heavy breathing.

"Are you sure you're okay mom?" I asked again.

I laid on my bed and my mother turned to look at me.

"I'm fine. Why do you ask?"

"I don't know. You seem kind of uneasy."

"It must have been something I ate," she replied.

"Oh. Me too."

We both continued to lay on our beds. I tried my best to recover from the two back-to-back powerful orgasms I had, while trying to fight off the returning urges to masturbate again.

"Are you... having the same... umm... digestive issues?" she asked uncomfortably.

"What do you mean?"

She flashed a stern look. "I think you know exactly what I mean."

"Fine," I admitted. "I'm extremely horny right now. I don't know what's happening."

"Gosh, what do you think is causing it?" she sighed. "Do you think it has something to do with the quarantine on this ship? Maybe it has to do with those insects on the loose. Maybe there's something they're not telling us?"

"Probably. I have no idea what's going on."

"It has to be something on board this ship."

My eyes quickly looked around the room while I thought to myself. Then I saw the large container of fruit juice we got before leaving the island.

"I think I know what the problem is," I stated confidently.

"What is it? Tell me."

I pointed to the juice. "Remember when the man on the island said that the special fruit was good for fertility? This is probably what he meant by that. The fruit he gave us must be some sort of powerful aphrodisiac or something."

My mother leaned back and sighed. "Oh my gosh. I drank several cups! My hormones are torturing me. It feels like I'm burning inside."

"Me too."

"We're stuck here together and there's nothing we can do about it."

"I thought you didn't mind us being stuck together?" I asked playfully, trying to lighten the mood.

"Now isn't the time for jokes. I have a serious medical emergency. Both of us do, and we need to get it treated as soon as possible."

"I think you're overreacting mom. It'll go away soon."

"How do you know?" she asked.

"Because it's just a fruit. Obviously it's potent, but if it was so dangerous, then everyone would have been warned about it."

"I guess you're right. It hurts inside though. Badly. I wish we had the cure."

"We already know the cure. How many times have you masturbated so far?" I asked, and immediately regretting it.

My mother instantly gave me a sharp glare. It was the kind of menacing look that only a battle-hardened trial lawyer could give, and still look sexy at the same time.

"That's none of your business, mister."

"Sorry, I was just trying to be helpful."

She sighed and collected her thoughts. "Don't be sorry. This is an unusual situation. And the answer is three. I touched myself three times in the last hour, and it still hurts a lot."

I was taken aback that she actually answered the question.

"Oh. I did it twice. And I'm still going through the same thing you are."

"Gosh, I can't believe that guy gave us those fruits," she sighed.

"Maybe he didn't think that we would drink so much at once. He warned us to drink it slowly. He knew it was strong."

She sighed once again. "We'll just have to wait here until the quarantine is over. In the meantime, if we need privacy to take care of our needs, then we'll use the bathroom to relieve ourselves. Agreed?"

"That makes sense," I replied.

"Excuse me for a moment."

My mother's face looked flushed as she got out of bed and quickly headed to the bathroom. The bathroom door was thin. After she closed the door, I heard faint noises of my mother stripping off her clothes. Then came the faint noises of my mother moaning as she presumably touched herself.

I was instantly aroused by the noises of her pleasure once again. I had never fantasized about my own mother before, but I've always thought she could be extremely attractive at times. She has a certain look and elegance that I love. At that point, I found myself imagining what she must have looked like as she masturbated on the toilet. I tried to imagine what her wet pussy looked like, and what the expressions on her face were, and what her bare breasts looked like. I felt guilty about it, but I simply couldn't resist.

After minutes of listening to my mother's pleasure, I finally decided to masturbate to her noises. When I reached down to touch myself, the sound of the toilet flushed. Then I heard her washing her hands.

When she came out of the bathroom, I adjusted myself so she wouldn't see that my cock was bulging through my shorts in a lewd manner. There was a look of relief and frustration on her face. She obviously just had an orgasm, but I could tell she wanted more. She wasn't completely satisfied yet, and neither was I.

"Feel better?" I asked, not knowing what else to say.

My mother laid down on the bed and looked at the ceiling.

"A little bit," she replied. "I'm surprised you aren't suffering from the same horrible reaction that I am."

"I'm definitely feeling the same things."

Her eyes suddenly gazed across my body. "Oh, I can see that now."

I looked down to see what my mother was referring too, and I saw my erection bulging through my shorts. I immediately adjusted my body once again to cover it.

"Sorry about that."

She thought for a moment. "My hormones are still raging beyond belief. Are yours?"

"Pretty much. I've never felt anything like this before."

"I'm going to regret this someday, but why don't we make a deal?"

I looked at her curiously. "What kind of deal?"

"We could help each other," she said bluntly. "I know it sounds absolutely horrible, but I think if we helped each other, then this situation would be a lot easier for us to deal with. What do you think?"

I couldn't believe what my mother had just said. If I didn't know any better, I would have thought that she offered me a chance to sexually relieve her, and vice versa. It was the last thing I would have ever expected her to say.

"What do you mean?" I asked to clarify things.

"Well, I'm not exactly sure yet. But I'm tired of running back and forth to the bathroom. I'm sure you must feel the same way. I heard the sounds of you masturbating loudly in the bathroom earlier."

"Oh," I replied with embarrassment. "The bathroom door is thin. I heard you masturbating also."

Her eyes widened. "You were listening to me?"

I nodded. "Every moan."

"Gosh, why didn't you knock on the door and tell me? I could have stopped, or done it quieter."

"I didn't want to bother you. Besides, this whole thing is embarrassing enough."

"You're right," she replied. "So what's it going to be? Do you think we should, you know, help each other in this situation? Or would you prefer that we take turns using the bathroom instead?"

The answer was instantly clear to me. At that point, I desperately wanted to do things with her. Our hormones were raging, and it would feel amazing just to touch her, even though she's my own mother. But at the same time, I didn't want to sound too excited or she might think I was some sort of pervert, so I replied cautiously.

"I would be okay with it. I mean, if you're interested, of course."

She reluctantly nodded. "Remember, this is a special arrangement. It's only for necessity. After these feelings go away, we'll never mention this again. Is that clear? I don't want you telling any of your friends either. My reputation would be ruined if this got out."

"Of course not. I would never tell anyone about this. Do you think I want anyone knowing what I did with my own mom?"

"I'm glad we're clear on this. Whatever happens, it will always be our secret. No one will ever know."

"I agree. So, where should we start?" I asked.

Her face went blank for a moment. "I have no idea. I haven't thought about it yet. Do you have any suggestions?"

Suddenly I found myself in the awkward position of having to recommend sexual things to my mother. My mind instantly became flooded with dirty ideas, but I had to keep things tame, and restrain myself.

"How about we take off our clothes first," I said awkwardly.

"What!? You can't be serious!"

"Hey, why are you getting mad at me for? This was your idea, remember?"

She thought for a moment. "Fine. We'll do it together, at the same time. Afterwards, we'll get on my bed and provide each other with relief. Hands only. Just touching. Nothing beyond that. Understood?"

"Great... I mean, good idea."

She squinted her eyes when she suspected that I might have been enjoying myself a little too much. Frankly, I was ready to rip off my clothes and climb on top of her, but she wouldn't have allowed it. At least not at that point.

"We'll do it at the same time," she said. "Are you ready?"

"I think so."

My mother sat up on the bed, and I did the same thing. I watched her take a deep breath, as if she had already regretted making the offer. I could tell she was incredibly nervous. I was equally nervous.

Without warning, my mother swiftly yanked off her tshirt and placed it on the bed. I was so mesmerized that I simply watched without removing my own clothes. She sat in her white bra, and she looked at me like I had broken the rules.

"Well?" she said with an eyebrow raised.

"Oh, right."

I took off my tshirt and tossed it to the side. Being shirtless in front of my mother wasn't a big deal to me. She had seen me without a shirt plenty of times, especially since we spent so much time on the beach recently.

She reached behind her back and was ready to unclasp her bra.

"Do you swear to never tell anyone about this?" she asked for a final time.

"I swear, I'm not telling anyone."

"Okay."

After a deep breath, she unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her tits were fantastic. I've always had a thing for older women, and her breasts were exactly what I liked. They sagged a little, but they were firm. Her areolas and nipples were large and dark brown. Her nipples were especially swollen, and they gave me an idea of just how aroused she actually was.

"What do you think?" she asked, as if to model her breasts for me.

"I think you look sexy," I replied truthfully.

"Thank you. Next, our bottoms, and fast. I urgently need some relief."

When my mother began to remove her shorts, I did the same thing. She looked nervous, and so was I. After our shorts came off, I watched my mother remove her panties to reveal her completely naked body to me. She was flawless as far as I was concerned. I loved every inch of her mature figure. In all our years of living together, I never would have imagined that I would be so attracted to her in a sexual way. I had always viewed her as just being my mom. But the moment I saw her completely naked, she had instantly become my ideal woman.

After she got naked, I removed my underwear. My raging hard cock flopped in the air the moment it was freed. I didn't feel shy about it. At that point, I was so aroused that I just didn't care about feeling ashamed. The only thing on my mind was getting sexual relief, just like my mother.

"Impressive," she said, looking at my cock. "Or maybe those exotic fruits are making you bigger than you normally are."

"This is how it normally looks," I replied jokingly. "Can I come over to your bed now?"

"Please do."

My mother looked shy when I stood up and moved towards her bed. Her body language showed how nervous she was. I completely understood. She had always prided herself on being the 'perfect mother,' and there she was, naked in front of me, waiting to be touched.

Seeing her up close, naked, only made me more aroused. She had a great body. I loved every line and curve on her figure. She was the perfect mature woman in my opinion.

"How should we start?" I asked, standing over her.

She spread her legs. "Touch me down here. You're old enough. I'm sure you've had plenty of experience giving women pleasure."

"I'll try my best."

I got to see my mother's most intimate area when she opened her legs. It was bright pink inside, surrounded by her brown labia. Her pussy was dripping wet. Her clitoris was absolutely swollen. I could understand her frustrations. She was far more aroused than I was. It looked like she was in sexual agony.

When I bent down and got on my knees, I got to see her pussy up close. It was the most arousing thing I had ever seen in my life. She was soaked. Those exotic fruits that we drank had an incredible effect on her and her sexual senses.

Her entire body shivered the moment I touched her pussy. She seemed like she was in pain, yet felt an extraordinary amount of pleasure at the very same time. My fingers rubbed the outside of her wet pussy. It was soft and warm. The tips of my fingers instantly became drenched with her vaginal fluids. The more I touched her, the more she squirmed and shivered.

I watched her face as my fingers went to work. Her eyes were wide open, like she couldn't believe any of this was actually happening. Her mouth was wide open too. Moans escaped her lips. I felt her breathing on me. We looked each other in the eyes. She couldn't believe what was happening. She couldn't believe that her own son was pleasuring her in a sexual way. I couldn't believe it either.

"Just like that," she moaned, looking me in the eyes. "Put your fingers inside me. I can't stand it anymore. I need to finish."

With a swift push, I shoved two fingers inside of her pussy and she nearly screamed. I pushed them as deep as they could go, feeling her warmth and wetness. She became wetter by the moment. The inside of her pussy felt soft and smooth. When I used my thumb to rub her clitoris, she leaned back onto the bed and cried. I was in awe over the fact that I was seeing my prim and proper mother in such a depraved state, and that I was satisfying her intense sexual needs.

"Don't stop," she moaned. "Please, I'm so close. I'm so close!"

My fingers went to overdrive and I bent down to kiss her clitoris out of pure instinct. It happened without thinking. My mother didn't object to my lips touching her pussy even though it broke the 'rules' of whatever we agreed was the limit. She was too busy enjoying herself. When I licked her clitoris and labia, she cried some more. I continued kissing and licking her pussy for both of our enjoyments. I pushed my tongue inside and she went wild. Her fluids tasted good.

I moved my mouth away when she showed all the tell-tale signs of an impending orgasm. Every line on her face became visible with the different expressions she started to make. Her muscles tightened, especially around her thick legs, and her toes curled. Her body began to clench and shake.

That's when I fingered her pussy and rubbed her clitoris as fast as I possibly could.

The look on her face was something to behold. She came powerfully. Her eyes and mouth were wide open and she squirted so hard that it almost felt like my fingers were inside of a running faucet. I continued fingering her pussy furiously and she continued making a huge mess everywhere with her orgasm. I had never seen a woman squirt so much in life, and that included watching porn.

When it was over, my mother's body became limp and lifeless, except for her hard breathing and heaving chest. I pulled my soaking wet fingers out of her pussy and just looked at her. She had never looked so beautiful before, at least in my opinion. Her eyes were closed, and her face had a glowing look of bliss. Her breathing began to calm down after a minute.

"Mom?"

"That... was... incredible."

I sat down on the bed next to her naked body. "I've never seen anything like that before. You were unbelievable."

"Thanks to you, I feel like a new woman."

Her eyes were still closed and the blissful look on her face remained. She was still in the midst of her sexual high, while my cock was raging hard and my hormones were on full blast.

"Mom? Remember our deal? I helped you out, now it's your turn."

"Can it wait?" she replied, with her eyes still closed.

Truthfully, I could have easily just masturbated in the bathroom and it would have felt amazing. But this was an opportunity I just couldn't miss. The chance to do something sexual with my beautiful naked mother was a unique opportunity. Besides, she owed me a favor after that orgasm she received.

"It can't wait," I fibbed. "Can you at least use your hand? Or your mouth?"

My mother responded by simply opening her legs once again.

"Just put it inside me," she said, while still in her sexual bliss. "I'm getting horny again."

She just offered sex, and my mind began to race even more than it already was. A part of me became incredibly excited. Another part of me became worried that I was taking advantage of her. The exotic fruits were affecting her mind, and I was afraid that she would regret this later and blame me somehow.

"Are you sure mom? You really want me to do this?"

Her eyes opened and she looked at me. "I'm sure. I want this. I desperately need to have sex right now. I think I'll be okay after. My hormones are almost under control and I need to orgasm again."

That was all the confirmation I needed that my mother was thinking straight. I positioned myself over her body and got in between her soaking wet legs. I pointed my cock at her drenched pussy.

"Here it goes," I said.

She put her hands on my body. "Please remember, this is only for medical necessity. This is the only time we'll ever do anything like this. Okay?"

I nodded. Then I pushed my hard cock inside of her pussy, guided by one of my hands. I went in slow at first, and my mother's body reacted. A wave of pleasure flowed through her. I felt the same feeling. The potency of those exotic fruits we ate showed no signs of slowing down.

She gasped when I entered her body all the way. Her gasps matched the same rhythm that I slid my cock in and out of her body. Every time I entered her, she would gasp again. Her sagging mature tits waved back and forth across her chest in a hypnotic manner. Seeing them jiggle and shake only made me want to ravish her harder, for both of our pleasures. Beads of sweat began to form around her face and nose.

I held onto her shoulders and she grabbed my arms while we had sex. The lust between us was unbelievable. Things only became more intense the longer things lasted. The look on her face showed disbelief. It was like she couldn't believe what she was feeling, and that her own son was on top of her, ravishing her delicate mature pussy. But neither of us cared how 'wrong' it was at that point. Our lust was out of control, and the sex felt surreal.

The sound of my cock plopping in and out of her dripping wet pussy echoed in the room. She cried. My cock was throbbing so hard that it hurt. My mother's tits looked swollen. I bent my head down and sucked one of her large brown nipples for the very first time, rolling it around in my mouth, which made her cry some more. When I reached down to briefly rub her clit, she screamed.

Her body began to squirm and violently shake during sex. I had to pin both of her shoulders down with my hands as I continued pounding her. Her body continued to shake and struggle. Her face was turning red in a way that I had never seen before. Her eyes continued to show an expression of disbelief. She began to squeeze my arms with a strength that I never knew she had. Her mouth was wide open and she was taking deep breaths.

"Oh my god!" she cried. "Oh my god! Keep doing it... I'm going to... I'm going to..."

She screamed near the top of her lungs. My mother squirted once again. This time it felt even more powerful than before. It gushed all over me while I continued to pound her wet pussy. The look on her face was priceless. Every line on her face was on full display with the different expressions she was making. She squeezed my arms so tightly that I was sure it left bruises later.

Afterwards, she became limp once again. That's when I shot my load inside of her pussy, which at that point was a river of orgasmic fluids.

I collapsed on top of her and rolled to the side, with my finally soft cock plopping out of her worn out body. We were both completely exhausted. Our bodies were covered in sweat. We breathed heavily. I stared at the ceiling for several long minutes, enjoying the unbelievable sexual bliss that I shared with my own mother.

"I'm cured," she finally said.

"Me too. Finally."

"I need a long cold shower. Care to join me?"

I looked at my mother, wondering what she meant by that. I wondered if she wanted to continue our little sexual adventure, even after she had been 'cured.'

"Really?" I asked.

She turned to me. "Yes, really. Just an innocent shower. We've already seen each other naked, so it doesn't make a difference if we shower together. We're both filthy right now."

"Thanks to you."

"Sorry about that," she said, almost laughing. "I certainly wasn't expecting that much to flow out of me."

"Don't be sorry. I loved it. I love women who squirt."

She playfully slapped my chest. "I'm not a squirter. Well, not usually. Only in the right circumstance."

"So what happens next? I mean, do we just forget this ever happened?"

She smiled, "We still have plenty of fruit juice left, and I don't like wasting food. We should have another drink when we reach the next island, but only in small, controlled, sips. How does that sound?"

"Sounds like the perfect vacation. Do we get to relieve each other again?"

My mother responded by climbing on top of me and giving me a big wet kiss on the lips. It was a dirty and passionate kiss. She moved down and kissed my sweaty chest and then my stomach. She moved down even lower and took my soft wet cock in her mouth, tasting both of our orgasms. I thought I had been completely wiped out sexually, but I was wrong. My mother's mouth was slowly bringing my cock back to life. With her lips around my dick, she looked up at me and winked.

The End

529 Sex Education with Mom

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On Tuesday's, after teaching an early morning biology class, Samantha had time to use the university gym for an hour of cardio. She liked to finish at around 9:30 when the locker room shower was usually empty.

The last thing she wanted to hear was a student of hers, present or former, saying hello or asking questions about class, while she was dressed in nothing but a towel. Or worse... while she was naked...

It seemed like a normal day as she rinsed the shampoo from her hair and let her muscles relax after running five miles on a treadmill. The good mood was slightly dimmed when she heard two college girls enter the private stalls nearby. Sometimes a few students from the fitness class (yes, they still give credit for that) would leave the gym early and shower.

Their giggling laughter ruined her alone time. Knowing there would be more students coming, Samantha decided to move along with her day.

She turned off the shower and reached for a towel. Suddenly, one of the girls had said something which caught Samantha's attention. 'Henry.' She immediately recognized the voice of the college girl who said it.

It was her son's girlfriend!

Under normal circumstances she'd say hello to Lan, a pretty and polite Asian girl from Hong Kong. Samantha liked her very much and they got along well. She considered wrapping a towel around her body to approach Lan, but then realized the college girls were likely naked. In the end, she felt it best to avoid the awkwardness all together.

After drying off, Samantha was about to head back to the locker room to get dressed. Then she heard their conversation strike a more serious tone.

"I don't know," Lan sadly expressed. "I think I might break up with him. I'm still mulling it over and it hurts."

"Really? How come? Henry is the hottest guy in Advanced Calculus."

Samantha's ears were piqued; she had suddenly become an eavesdropper on a private conversation. The voice absolutely belonged to Lan, and they were definitely talking about her son, Henry.

A break-up? She knew her son would be crushed. The young couple had been inseparable for the past few months. They were always laughing and spent a great deal of time together.

Worse, Lan's father was a rich investor who recently became a partner at an American investment firm in the same city. He offered Henry an internship with the company after graduation. Henry, of course, was thrilled at the prospect of heading straight to the big leagues. He always dreamed of working in finance.

Lan continued, "It's kind of awkward."

"Come on, tell me. If you're breaking up with him, there's gotta be a good reason."

"Ughh. Well, to be honest. It's about sex. I mean, he's great in bed and I really love sucking his dick. But most of the time he won't return the favor. If he does, it's really half-assed."

"He doesn't eat pussy?" the friend inquired with blatant disgust.

"Never more than a few lazy licks."

"God, what an asshole."

"He's not an asshole. Just inexperienced and he refuses to learn. It's unfair and it goes against my ideals. Equality is important in the bedroom. If I suck him off and swallow his cum, the LEAST he could do is lick my clitoris until I climax. He knows how sensitive my clit is when I'm aroused. Every time we mess around, I practically beg him to go down on me, but he never seems to get the message. Nor does he appear to care."

The friend replied, "Well, if you're looking for a good pussy eater, I can give you a few references. Trust me, you should forget about Henry. There are plenty of guys with amazing oral abilities who would love to return the favor for a hot Asian chick like you. White guys usually love tasting Asian pussy, as you must know."

"Henry must not be one of those guys," Lan giggled.

A mortified Samantha listened to the rest of their conversation. Lan genuinely seemed reluctant to leave Henry, so there was hope.

Aside from all that, Samantha was greatly disappointed in Henry for his apparent failure in the cunnilingus department. She had raised him to strive for excellence in all areas. He was a top scholar, athlete, had perfect manners, and was a great looking guy. How could this have happened?

While they had never talked about sex before, Samantha assumed Henry would be thoughtful enough to return oral favors to women. That's how healthy relationships are supposed to work in the modern era.

She shook those thoughts from her mind. This was her son! It was wrong to think about his sexuality on this level. However, she definitely wanted to help him overcome this inadequacy and save this loving relationship. And she certainly didn't want Henry to lose his big internship over his lack of oral talent.

Samantha snapped out of her internal musings. She needed to get the hell out of the shower before more students arrived. With only one towel, she had to cover her face or risk being spotted by Lan.

So she did what she could. As the college girls were still engrossed in their sexualized conversation, Samantha tossed the towel over her head, pretending to dry her hair, and walked right past them in a naked state with her face obscured.

Luckily Samantha made it to the locker room fairly certain she hadn't been recognized.

It was early afternoon when Samantha had arrived home. She had texted Henry to come meet her there. At this hour, she knew he had finished class for the day and was either studying or hanging out with friends.

As expected, she made it home first. So, she slipped into a more comfortable outfit and poured a very generous glass of red wine. She had absolutely no idea how to even broach this topic with Henry.

She pondered the situation until his car pulled into the driveway. Even then, her plan still hadn't been finalized. As he approached the doorway, her thoughts raced. She wondered how she would break the news and what she'd recommend. In reality, she wasn't even sure of her ultimate goal. It was all up in the air.

Unfortunately, this was a time sensitive matter. She met Henry at the door and she told him to get comfortable. They sat in the living room on the opposite ends of the same couch.

In the beginning, she fell into her typical parenting mode and politely interrogated her beloved son. Starting with general topics, she asked about school and his social life. She finished her wine when the easy questions were done.

Samantha finally got to the point. "How are things with you and Lan? You seem very happy together."

"Things are great," Henry replied emphatically. "Honestly, I've never felt so connected to a woman."

"Do you see yourself in a long term relationship with her? Does she feel the same way?"

Henry nodded. "Yeah, this is the longest relationship I've ever had. But we're not discussing marriage if that's what you're afraid of."

The response was mildly amusing to Samantha and she resisted the urge to drop the bomb abruptly. She was well aware that his young heart might soon be shattered.

No one ever said motherhood was easy.

"You're a fine young man," she said. "And I'm sure you have plenty of other dating and career options."

"Mom, you're acting strangely."

She sighed. "I know. This is rather difficult."

"Just say it. Otherwise we'll be here all day."

Samantha took a deep breath. "Are you sexually active with Lan?"

Henry was immediately taken aback. "Why?"

"Answer me. Are you and Lan sexually active?"

"Yeah, we are," he replied hesitantly. "We're both young adults in a loving relationship. Are you worried that I'll get her pregnant or something?"

"Maybe. Are you two using protection?"

Naturally, he tensed. "We use condoms. Why? You never asked about this when I dated other girls."

"This is a little different," she replied.

"Is it?"

Samantha could tell Henry was uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation. But as much as she loathed having to do it, this discussion needed to happen now. It wasn't too late to fix the problem.

At long last, Samantha said, "When I was in the campus shower today, I overheard Lan saying she wants to break up with you."

Henry was completely blindsided and Samantha watched his heart slowly break. As a mother, she just wanted to comfort him, but a lesson needed to be learned. This tough conversation would only help him.

"What do you mean you overheard? Who was she talking to? What did she say?"

Samantha took another deep breath. "Lan was talking to a friend. Nothing has been confirmed. She still seems rather undecided on the matter and she still has strong feelings for you."

"But... why? She said she loves me. And I love her too."

The only thing Samantha could do was scoot a little closer to him, reach out for his hand and reassure him that everything was going to be okay. He was taking the news as best he could. But it obviously stung.

"It's okay," she said as the moment had arrived. "Do you really want to know why? This may be embarrassing for you."

"Tell me already. I have to know."

"Oral sex," she said bluntly.

Henry was instantly taken aback. "Huh?"

"The truth is, no matter how smart, funny, or handsome a guy is, women still have sexual needs. Just like men. Lan is a sweet young woman, who's also intelligent and charming. But she has desires like anyone else. As sexual creatures, these needs are part of our biology."

Henry shook his head. "I don't understand. I take care of her needs several times a week."

"Henry, you really don't understand. I overheard Lan saying that she... let me put this mildly... she goes down on you quite often. Is this true?"

Naturally, Henry seemed a bit shaken. Having a frank discussion about sex with his mother hadn't exactly been on his agenda that day.

"Well, yeah. I mean, she enjoys doing it. And I appreciate it."

"I'm sure you both enjoy it," Samantha replied. "Many women enjoy performing that for a man. Obviously, men enjoy receiving that type of attention. But do you return the favor in an equal manner?"

"Ummm... sure. Of course, why wouldn't I?"

"Are you positive? I overheard Lan saying that you barely do anything in return, beyond a few 'lazy licks.' Is this true?"

"No, it's not true! I mean... I guess I could put more effort."

"Yes or no? It's not complicated."

Henry released a loud sigh. "I could try harder. There's always room for improvement and I want her to feel good."

Henry was clearly flustered and frustrated. Samantha switched strategy and turned to a more nurturing approach.

"Look, I know this is an extremely awkward conversation," Samantha said in a comforting tone. "But we're having this talk for three reasons."

"I'm listening," Henry replied, trying to make sense of this madness.

"First of all, Lan is a remarkable girl. You two make an absolutely darling couple. And you seem very happy together."

He nodded. "You're right."

"Secondly, and I know this sounds shallow, but her father has arranged for you to gain valuable experience in the world of finance. I'd hate for you to lose that opportunity on account of something so trivial like cunnilingus."

"You're right about that too," Henry gasped.

"Lastly, I've always taught you about the concept of fairness. The fact that you're so eager to have Lan go down on you without reciprocating, just doesn't sit right with me. If I dated a guy who pulled that crap, I'd think he was an asshole. Plain and simple. That's how Lan feels about you on a certain level. You're sexually unsympathetic and you only care about your own pleasure, not hers. You're acting like a sexist pig."

Henry sat in shock. "Wow. I don't know what to say. I'm speechless."

"I had to get that off my chest. This isn't how you were raised."

"Mom! Really? I'm being called out by my own mother? Lan enjoys herself when we have regular sex. She doesn't complain about that."

Samantha cringed at Henry's reaction.

"You get off on regular sex too, so why does Lan need to suck your dick?" Samantha countered with a verbal knockout punch. "Fairness is important in sexual relationships. It's 2018, not 1820."

Henry paused for a moment and considered his mother's wise words. While she was known for going to extremes, Samantha was usually right, and always achieved her goals.

"There's still hope," she said. "I'm giving you tough love for a reason. It's not too late for you to become a better man in the bedroom. Treat her with respect and make her satisfaction a priority. A pretty young woman like Lan can easily move on with whomever she chooses."

Henry's confidence seemingly returned and he spoke with resolve. "I'll do anything. I swear. Tell me what I have to do."

"Are you actually willing to change your ways?"

"Of course, anything. I'm more than willing to grow from this."

Then came the hard part. Samantha had acted in haste and hadn't planned this far in advance. While her son waited for proper guidance, she was stumped. This was uncharted territory for any mother.

"Well, it shouldn't be difficult to learn," she finally said. "You're a smart guy, just apply yourself and read about it on the internet. I can't believe I'm saying this, but you have my permission to watch porn. It's considered educational these days."

Henry narrowed his eyes. "Really? That's it? All that build up and you tell me to watch porn?"

"What else were you expecting?"

"I don't know. You were acting like you had some classified information on how to eat pussy."

"Henry! Watch your language!" she fired back. "I know what I enjoy, but it's too inappropriate for us to discuss the specifics."

Henry jokingly scoffed. "Maybe I'll just go downtown and hire a hooker to teach me, since you won't."

Instantly, Samantha's mom-radar sensed potential danger in Henry's level of desperation. Of course she knew he was joking. But images of Henry being arrested, or catching an awful disease, sprang to her mind. If it ever came to that, Samantha knew she'd never forgive herself. After all, this was her idea.

She looked him dead in the eyes. "No prostitutes. Not now. Not ever. Do you understand me?"

"That was a joke, in case--"

"It wasn't funny," she replied, cutting him off. "Look, you're going to have to make a choice. Either learn how to effectively give oral to a woman, or accept the fact that you'll chronically be dumped by terrific women."

"You're right. It was a horrible joke."

Samantha calmed down and came back to her senses. Thinking it best if Henry learned properly from a vetted source, a snap decision was made. She'd be damned if he ever hired a prostitute.

"I'll be your teacher," she said. "For educational purposes only. It will be safe, clean, and controlled."

Henry was shocked. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. Now we'll start with something simple. Hmmm... wait here."

Samantha hurried to the kitchen and came back twenty seconds later with a freshly washed peach, which had been cut on both sides from top to bottom. Once again, she sat down beside her son.

"Are you doing what I think you're doing?" he asked.

"I'm going to teach you how to perform oral sex on a woman using this peach. If you follow my instructions, Lan will never dream of leaving you. In fact, she may even ask you to marry her."

"I'm too young to think about marriage."

"But you want her to suck your dick, right?"

He blushed. "What do you think?"

"If you want her to continue with that, then you need to learn how to give back in a satisfactory manner. Watch closely. I know it's weird, but this seems like a good way to demonstrate exactly what you should be doing."

Samantha held the opened peach to her mouth, then stuck her tongue out and gave it a nice long lick, directly in the middle of the fruit. She repeated the strokes in a seductive manner.

"The top part is the clitoris," she said.

Her tongue went to work and ran perfectly formed circles around the pretend clitoris on the peach. After several laps, she pursed her lips and drew the 'clitoris' into her mouth. While sucking, she moved her head, ever so slightly, from side to side while performing 'peachilingus.'

Strangely, moisture began forming in her panties, making her slightly uncomfortable. Yet as a dedicated mother, she continued. Alternating between licking the center and sucking the 'clitoris,' she made sure Henry observed these intermediate techniques, which never failed to get her off.

After several minutes of giving pleasure to the fruit, Samantha paused for breath. Peach juice dribbled down her chin.

"Look at my chin, Henry," she said, somewhat breathlessly. "This is how you should look after taking care of Lan."

After wiping her finger across the errant nectar, she licked it clean while winking at her son. Having finished the brief oral demonstration, Samantha was mildly amused to see that Henry was a bit rattled, in a sexual way. She knew she was an attractive woman, but she never expected her son to notice, or have deviant thoughts about her.

"Now you try it," she said, flipping the peach to the other side, then handing it to him.

He took it and froze. "Mom, it's too embarrassing."

"Do you want to keep Lan? Or do you want to masturbate in front of the computer for the rest of your life?"

"Fine, here it goes. Tell me how I do."

When it was Henry's turn, he smashed the tip of his tongue against the open fruit. After several short licks, he used his hand to force the peach against his mouth, instead of using his mouth on the peach. There was absolutely no finesse involved. As a result, the peach became pulverized.

Samantha immediately felt a twinge of pity for Lan.

"Not like that!" Samantha was definitely miffed. "You've ruined the peach!

"What did you expect when you devastated the other side? It's not a real vagina, it's a peach. It can only withstand so much pressure."

"That's irrelevant. Going down on a woman requires patience and skill. Be gentle and loving. Show her that you love her and care about her pleasure."

"Maybe my tongue is just stronger than yours," Henry joked.

"Was that sarcasm?"

"I gave it a lick and this is what happened. The peach is literally falling apart."

She sighed. "You're right. Put it on the table before it drips on the carpet."

Henry put the battered peach on the table. "Lan once told me that my cock is talented, but my mouth... not so much."

"Nonsense," Samantha replied. "No one is inherently blessed with cunnilingus super powers. With anything, you need to study and practice."

Samantha wasn't quite sure that was true. In her heart of hearts, she knew that people have different sexual strengths. But in the interest of helping Henry, she told the small fib.

"Well, I have nothing to practice on now," Henry stated.

In the heat of the moment, Samantha made a decision she knew she'd regret when this was over. Before changing her mind, she dug her fingers into her pants and panties. In one swift movement, she pulled the clothing down to her ankles before removing them entirely. Left completely bare from the waist down, Henry had a clear view of her neatly trimmed pubic hairs and parts of her labia.

"Holy shit!" he gasped.

Samantha got comfortable sitting bare bottomed. "No more excuses. You now have access to the real thing. Get on your knees and I'll let you practice on me. I fully expect you to be mature about this."

"Are... are you sure? You might freak out and slap me."

"I'll definitely slap you if you don't make me cum!"

Henry dropped to his knees. Samantha watched him study her pussy as she kept her legs spread. They looked each other in the eyes and she nodded reassuringly. It felt like time slowed down when Henry leaned forward and took a moment to inhale her aroma. Unusual thoughts began to invade Samantha's mind; she wondered how her smell, look, and taste compared to Lan.

As it turned out, Henry remembered the lesson of the peach, pressing his tongue into the recess of her cunt. Passion erupted in Samantha's soul as her son tasted her essence. Slowly, she felt his tongue circle her intimate opening, then Henry licked, lapped, and swallowed her juice. While taking his time, he seemed oddly at ease. Samantha's motherly instinct told her that Henry was enjoying this greatly.

'Maybe there's hope for him after all?' She proudly wondered.

Samantha's initial plan was to lay still and suffer through the embarrassment of having her son's face buried in her pussy. But when she felt his deliberate attempt to succeed, her body responded reflexively. Small moans escaped her lips as his tongue penetrated her passage. She wanted more, but refrained from grasping his head and pulling him tighter. That would clearly be one step over the line.

Her body tensed. Her soft groans seemed to spur Henry on and he turned his focus to her clit. Their eyes met while her pussy was being eaten. An unspoken acknowledgment passed between mother and son; they each found confirmation that the encounter was insanely arousing to the other.

While her son worshipped her cunt, she felt the long forgotten thrill of having sexual relations with a new partner. As Henry's confidence built, he alternated between sucking her clit and swirling his tongue around the opening of her pussy. Samantha's body coiled, sensing an imminent climax, although she tried to hold back. The lesson on the peach had worked a miracle. She was soon primed for release having taught Henry well.

"Can I cum in your mouth?" she moaned. "I didn't expect you to take me this far."

He nodded while still going down on her.

A fierce orgasm exploded in Samantha's core. Instead of being riddled with guilt, she felt a naughty sense of elation. Moaning out loud, her pussy convulsed as her legs jerked roughly.

In her state of post orgasmic bliss, Samantha briefly wondered if Henry wanted to do more. After all, she had just let him see, smell, and taste her sexuality in all its wonderful glory.

Deep in her soul, however, she felt a burning desire to know how she stacked up against Lan. Yes, her primary goal was to help Henry be the best lover possible. But she simply couldn't rein in her longing to be more desirable than Lan.

"So how do I compare?" she asked in a husky and clearly aroused voice.

Henry continued to lick and suck at her sensitive center. "Hmm?"

"My taste, my pussy, my clit. How do I compare to your girlfriend?"

Henry paused briefly to respond. "You taste delicious, mom."

Returning his tongue to her pussy, Samantha was left unsatisfied with his answer.

"Do I taste like Lan?" she finally forced herself to ask.

"Mom, you taste even better than Lan," Henry said with great sincerity.

A perverse yearning inside Samantha was temporarily relieved.

"What about my orgasm?" she inquired. "How did it compare to hers?"

Henry finally gave Samantha the highly coveted proclamation. "Mom, you are the sexiest woman I've ever known. Secretly, I've always thought that. And thanks to you, I'm on my way to becoming a professional pussy eater. Honestly, my dick is so hard it actually hurts."

"Poor thing," she smiled.

He smiled back, kissing her labia. "How did I do?"

"Oh! Don't worry. You executed your moves perfectly. If you do this to Lan, she'll never ever leave you."

"So are you going to return the favor?" Henry asked, licking the remainder of vaginal fluids from around his mouth.

Samantha shot a death glare. "Excuse me?"

On his knees, lips and chin still wet from his mother's orgasm, Henry attempted to pull off an innocent demeanor (and failed). After all, he was still between mom's widely spread legs.

"What's the problem? You were just lecturing me about the importance of equality in the bedroom. Fair is fair."

Samantha shut her legs abruptly, and in the process, accidentally made a squishy noise from the residual juices from her very wet orgasm.

"That's different," she said. "I only allowed you to practice on me for educational purposes. And that's it."

"But by returning the favor, you would still be teaching me."

Samantha scoffed at the suggestion. "It sounds like Lan already knows how to give oral sex to your satisfaction. I certainly don't need to do it for you. It's totally inappropriate and unnecessary."

"Yeah, but you have more experience that Lan, don't you? Just think, you could teach me advanced moves to pass on to Lan. Everybody wins."

"I'm impressed," Samantha nodded. "You've come up with a nice excuse for getting a blowjob from me."

Henry's eyes widened. "So you'll do it?"

"All I said was that I appreciate your tenacity."

"Well, maybe it's best if you don't. Lan is a pretty hard act to follow."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Samantha was immediately annoyed.

"Maybe you don't have anything to teach Lan when it comes to giving head. Trust me, she's the best."

Samantha's competitive side was tweaked, and she was irked that her son knew this weakness.

"Oh really?" she asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Trust me, you'd never be able to compete with Lan. She's exceptionally good at sucking dick."

Samantha's ambitious nature had been stoked and quickly caught fire. She was always drawn to challenges, but something about competing against her son's cocksucking Asian girlfriend really excited her. The post orgasmic euphoria she felt, combined with the will to emerge victorious, had her ready to continue this private tutorial in a more hands on (or mouth on) manner.

"Stand up," she said. "Right in front of me. Your reverse-psychology worked. Congratulations."

Henry hesitated. "Seriously? It was kind of a joke."

"Is Lan some kind of Blowjob Queen, or not?"

He blushed, "Lan is definitely the best, in my humble opinion."

"Well, not for long. Stand up and show me what you're packing. This, I have to see for myself. She was raving about you this morning."

Henry gulped loudly and stood while lowering his shorts and boxers. A massive, erect dick was released, making Samantha proud.

"Oh my! You're quite the big boy, aren't you? Come here, sit on the couch. Relax and get ready to have your world rocked, because I'm prepared to go the distance."

As if in a dream, Henry turned and sat on the couch while his Mother knelt before him. The tables had been turned and she placed herself between his knees. Now that Samantha had made her decision to move forward, she would go for the gusto. Nothing would be held back. She was an 'all in' kind of woman.

Samantha leaned forward, grabbed her son's erect dick and rubbed her lips along its length. Taking her time, she let the anticipation build. She looked up at Henry and tried to decipher his expression. He looked nervous, yet hungry for her to begin.

After several moments, she engulfed the head of the cock in her mouth. Henry groaned loudly and Samantha watched his eyes roll back in his head. She bobbed her head up and down, while her hands held the base of his dick steady. With each downstroke, she took his manhood deeper and deeper into the recess of her mouth and throat. On each upstroke, her tongue swirled around the sensitive tip.

When his cock had been thoroughly coated with saliva, Samantha's head began to swivel. Henry enjoyed the sensation, and privately assessed her as being at about Lan's level in terms of cocksucking.

Soon, however, her hands at the base of his cock began to rotate as well. The combination of her hands and mouth rapidly caused his breathing to become erratic. Samantha smiled; like father, like son.

Henry opened his eyes and Samantha saw a look of intense passion on his face as he reached out and stroked the side of her head. The show of affection elicited a moan from Samantha, which reverberated nicely on his dick.

Samantha purposely waited until Henry was suitably worked up before she played her trump card. When he was literally shaking with desire, she took the entire length of his dick down her throat. A perfect deepthroat! Samantha had mastered her gag reflex long ago, thanks to a series of online video tutorials and hard work.

The thrill of having his dick so far down his mother's throat that she couldn't breathe, had quite an effect on Henry. Samantha immediately knew, from his startled gasp, that he had never experienced blowjob skills on this level before. Then she moved her hands to his balls, massaging them gently.

"Oh God," he whimpered. "You're sooo much better than Lan when it comes to sucking cock."

Samantha went wild inside. By declaring her superior to Lan, Henry had given his mother exactly what she craved. It motivated her to suck and stroke with even more enthusiasm.

Henry analyzed his mother. "That turns you on, doesn't it? You love being compared to Lan."

Samantha refused to dignify that question with a reply. But since she continued to energetically suck his cock, the answer was obvious.

Henry cried, "Fuck! I'm gonna cum!"

The look in Samantha's eyes was encouraging, 'Yes, you have permission to cum inside my mouth.'

Samantha felt Henry tighten. Smiling with a dick in her mouth, she couldn't help but feel immense satisfaction at her son's impending orgasm. After a second, the first glob shot out of his cock and slid down her throat with ease. It was followed by several more as her son grunted in relief.

Samantha lovingly took every ounce of her son's cum. When she was sure his climax had passed, she licked her lips clean. She made sure to swirl her tongue openly, so that Henry could see the white cum rolling around in her mouth. Then she gulped it all down.

"I bet Lan has never done anything like that before." Samantha didn't even try to hide the smug tone in her voice, licking her lips clean.

"No way," he huffed, with his wet cock turning flaccid. "I'm teaching her all of your tricks."

"She'll be happy to do them because she loves you. But you need to treat her as your equal and give oral attention in return. No more excuses. You've been shown how to do it properly and learned your lesson well. Now get cleaned up. The lesson is over and it's indecent for us to be exposed like this."

She softly patted his balls.

One week later, Samantha and Henry were both naked in bed. While lying on his back, Samantha rode him vigorously. It was their first experience with intercourse, after having spent the past few days engaged in 'oral exams.' Samantha wanted to be sure Henry didn't forget what he had learned that fateful day. After all, their family motto had always been 'practice makes perfect.'

She moaned, forcefully bouncing on his cock. "Is Lan still enjoying your newfound skills?"

"Oh yeah," he replied, reaching up to squeeze her tits and pinch her stiff nipples. "She was a little skeptical when I told her about my work with a sex coach. But after I sucked and licked her to orgasm three times in fifteen minutes, she was on board."

Samantha's pussy clenched. "Oh?"

"That's right. Lan loves the way I eat her pussy and she cums hard every time. And the way she sucks my cock now? She's not up to your standard yet, but she's getting there."

They both moaned as the intensity of their fuck session increased. Samantha rose and fell on his dick with passion while her fingers dug into his chest for stability. He countered by roughly twisting her nipples, which Samantha liked, a lot.

Samantha and Henry both benefited from the new arrangement. She greatly relished her new role as Henry's secret sex teacher, and he loved fucking her with his tongue, fingers and cock.

"Does she ride your dick like this?" she asked, stilling herself, but continuing to hold him in the tight grip of her pussy.

Henry squeezed her tits harder. "Nothing compares to you. The way you taste... oh fuck... the way you suck my cock. Lan loves your tips, but you'll always be my best lover."

Samantha's ego had been momentarily sated. A wicked smile crept across her mouth as she rode harder and faster towards a simultaneous climax.

She laughed briefly. "You still have much to learn, my Love. And your skills will continue to be honed by me. It's best for you and Lan. God... oh God... this is crazy! Cum inside me now! It's time you enjoyed cumming deep in my pussy, without a condom... fuck..."

Their eyes locked as Henry filled his mother's pussy with cum, and Samantha smiled again as she reached a climax of her own.

The End