Mom’s Quick Seduction
(Author’s note: this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person(s) living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual situations in this story are at least 18 years of age. This work is copyrighted and may not be distributed in any way by any person(s) without the express written consent of the author. My thanks to a friend of mine on another site who goes by the screen name of Bonertown for the concept that inspired the story, and for his permission allowing me to turn the concept into a story.)
“Mom! I’m home! Mom! Are you here?” Jeff called out as he walked into the house, closing the front door behind him. He walked through the living room, tossing his backpack onto the couch as he went, heading for the kitchen to get something to drink. It was late in the afternoon and he had just finished practice with his high school baseball team, and he was tired, sweaty, and thirsty. He was still in his practice uniform and was covered with orange baseball diamond dust, and he was anxious to get out of it and get clean. As tough as the practices were, he was a senior in high school this year and was set to graduate in a couple of months so he was enjoying being able to play while he could. He still couldn’t believe that he was 18 years old and about to graduate from high school — and he still hadn’t made his mind up about college yet either, something his mom had been pestering him about.
“Guess she’s not here,” he said to himself as he reached into the refrigerator to get a bottle of Gatorade. He opened the bottle and took a long drink, then walked back into the living room and looked around.
He couldn’t help but admire his mom, Sandra, and how she had handled things in the past couple of years. That was when she had caught his father cheating on her, and if that by itself wasn’t bad enough he was cheating on her with another man. The surprise that her husband and Jeff’s father turned out to be homosexual was bad enough, but it really shattered Sandra’s sense of self-worth and pride. Cheating with another woman was one thing, but to cheat with another man told her that she had failed as a woman in every way. This devastated his mom, and it took her nearly a year to get over it and get her self-esteem back. Along the way they had both developed a very severe distaste for his father, and it was to the point now where they never spoke of him nor even mentioned his name.
Jeff was pretty sure that if he ever saw his father again, the first thing he’d do would be to punch him in the mouth for what he had done to his mom. He didn’t care if he was homosexual or not, but what he had done to him mom was, in his eyes, inexcusable.
But a positive side effect of it all was that he and his mom had become the best of friends, to the point where they could talk about anything and everything. Once she got her self-esteem back and started dating again, the night she came home from a date that had ended with her getting laid she couldn’t wait to tell her son. They celebrated together, talking about it and other things for most of the night. Jeff was very happy for her that night because he knew that it was a very big step for her, and he was almost as happy about it as she was. She was very happy about it and seemed to revel in revealing all the juicy details to his to the point where he finally had to say something about it.
“Okay, Mom, that’s enough, I get the idea!” he had said, smiling at her to let her know he wasn’t mad at her. “You had some really great sex and you’re happy about it, and that’s really all I need to know!” The mental images of his mom doing the things she had just told him she had done was a little much for him to handle, especially considering he kind of had a ‘thing’ for his mom and didn’t know how to handle it. Sandra was blushing when she replied, even though she was still smiling.
“I’m sorry, honey, I just got carried away!” she said, her eyes sparkling. “But it was so fuckin’ good!” They both laughed at that, and that was pretty much the end of that conversation.
However, the negative aspect of it was that once his mom got her confidence and self-respect as a woman back, she started showing it off by wearing tight or revealing clothing all the time. The first time he saw her walking around the house in a skin-tight pair of black yoga pants and an equally tight white middie top that stopped right beneath her breasts with no bra, he almost swallowed his tongue.
His mom, to be honest, was a stone-cold fox. She was 5’6″ tall with light brown hair that fell to just past her shoulders, with the prettiest face and the sexiest pair of lips he’d ever seen. She also had the bluest eyes, eyes so blue as to be downright mesmerizing and hypnotic. He was an only child so her body hadn’t suffered the ravages that several pregnancies could do to a woman, but her single pregnancy had left her with a simply astounding pair of tits. They were full and round with just a little bit of sag, standing out proudly from her chest and demanding to be admired. A couple of months ago Jeff had been curious as to just how big his mom’s tits were, so when she wasn’t there he snuck a look into her lingerie drawer and looked at the size tag on one of her bras. He wasn’t surprised to see that she wore a 36DD bra.
The rest of her body was just as good. Her stomach was flat with just enough padding on it to give it a soft edge, and her butt was simply to die for. Firm and round, the cheeks of her ass were the perfect toppers to a pair of long, shapely, toned legs. At 40 years old she had a body that rivaled most of the teenaged girls he knew, and Jeff had to admit that he’d had more than one sexual fantasy about her.
And he was having one about her now, actually. As he was in the shower soaping his body up and washing the sweat from his skin, he started thinking about his mom and how she looked, and the inevitable happened — he got a raging hard-on. But just as he was about to take care of it, there was a knock on the bathroom door.
“Honey? Are you in there?” his mom called.
‘Shit!’ Jeff thought to himself. ‘Perfect timing!’
“Yes, Mom, I’m here!” he called back, stepping under the water to rinse the soap from his body, his cock beginning to go soft from the sudden interruption. “Who else would you expect to find in the shower?” he said to himself softly, smiling. He loved his mom with all his heart, but she could be a little dense and ditzy every now and then.
“Okay, just checking! I’ll be downstairs fixing dinner, so come on down when you’re finished and dressed!” she said through the door.
“Okay, Mom!” he said, shutting off the water. He heard his mother’s footfalls fading down the hallway as she walked away. He stepped out of the shower, picking up a towel from the wall rack, then dried himself off before going into his room and getting dressed. He didn’t have any plans to go anywhere tonight since it was a school night anyhow, so he just put on a pair of baggy gray gym shorts and a tan sleeveless t-shirt. He slipped his feet into a pair of well-worn leather deck shoes without socks, and then went downstairs.
“Hi, honey!” his mom said as he came into the kitchen, smiling broadly at him. He wasn’t surprised to see her in her usual provocative attire, even when she was fixing dinner. She was wearing a high-necked white ribbed cotton sleeveless blouse that fit her torso like a second skin, a skirt that he referred to as her “Bumblebee Skirt” because it had four very wide horizontal stripes on it that were alternating red and black that barely covered her shapely ass and which also fit her as tightly as the shirt did, and a wide black leather belt with a big, round chrome buckle to top off the outfit. She had a pair of black flats on her feet, but he was sure she had changed into those from her usual pair of spiked heel shoes once she came home. And of course she wasn’t wearing a bra, her big, heavy tits swaying and bobbing inside the shirt with her every move. She was in the process of shredding a block of cheddar cheese for the mac and cheese she was making, so her tits were really bouncing around. And judging from the lack of panty lines showing through the skin-tight skirt, she was either wearing a thong or wasn’t wearing any panties at all.
Jeff felt his cock involuntarily stir inside his gym shorts, and he began to wonder if not wearing anything under them was such a good idea after all.
“Hi, Mom!” he said, walking over to her and kissing her on the cheek.
“How was practice?” she said, genuinely interested.
“It was good, I guess,” he said, going over to the refrigerator and getting a soft drink. He popped open the top and then sat down at the kitchen table as his mother continued shredding the block of cheese. He didn’t mean to, but he sat in a position off to her side that gave him an excellent view of both her boobs bouncing around inside her shirt and her ass wiggling back and forth as she shredded the cheese. What’s more, the skirt that was very short to begin with had ridden up a bit, and from his new angle he could see the bottom of her ass and just a hint of her pussy. He was both surprised and pleased to see that her outer lips were shaven smooth. He was hit with a twinge of guilt at looking at her like this and felt his cock stir again despite the guilt, so he decided it might be a good idea if he changed seats. The last thing he wanted was to have to explain to his mom why he was sporting an erection the size of the Empire State Building around her. He got up and moved, sitting down with his back to her and moving his quickly growing cock out of the way.
“You have a game this Friday night, right?” she asked.
“Yep, seven o’clock at the school,” he replied, taking a drink from his soda can.
“I’ll be there as always!” she said, looking over her shoulder at him and smiling. She had the brightest, most wonderful smile of any woman he’d ever seen, hands down.
“Wear some pants or slacks this time, please!” he mumbled to himself. He loved his mom, but he was really getting tired of all the lewd, nasty comments that the other guys at school were saying about her, and he’d nearly gotten into a fistfight just this week because of it. He honestly didn’t think she realized that sitting up high in the bleachers in a very short skirt wasn’t such a good idea, but the boys under the bleachers sure appreciated it.
“What was that, honey?” she said, putting the bowl with the mac and cheese in it in the oven. If Jeff had been facing her, he would have had a clear view of her entire ass and pussy when she bent over as her skirt rode all the way up her ass when she did, and he would have seen that she wasn’t wearing anything under the skirt. Without even thinking about it she pulled the skirt down once she stood back up, not realizing how close she had come to giving her son a free show.
“Nothing, Mom, just mumbling to myself,” Jeff said. He hated lying to her but didn’t know what else to do.
“Well, that’s okay, honey, dinner will be ready soon!” she said, walking over to him and giving him a kiss on the cheek. He could feel one of her big breasts pressing against his shoulder as she did, and he felt it all the way down to his balls.
“Thanks, Mom,” he said, looking up at her and smiling. She was absolutely beautiful, and he truly loved her with all his heart. But he also wanted to fuck her in the worst way, even though he knew it would be wrong and that he shouldn’t feel that way. All he knew was that he felt the way he did, there was nothing he could do about it, and there was no way he could ever let her know how he felt.
The dinner was pleasant and uneventful, with Jeff and his mom talking about anything and everything as they ate. After the meal was over he helped her clean up, then got a soda out of the refrigerator and went into the living room to see if he could find something good on TV to watch. If not there was always his video games, but he didn’t think he was really in the mood for that. He was still searching the channel guide for something good to watch when his mom came in and sat down in the chair next to the couch where he was sitting. She was holding a glass of wine in her hand and took a sip before speaking.
“Jeff, honey, you and I are close enough so that we can talk about anything, right?” she asked, looking at him with those hypnotic blue eyes.
‘Uh-oh!’ Jeff thought to himself.
“Sure we are, Mom,” he said, turning off the TV and putting the remote on the coffee table. “What’s on your mind?” he asked, sitting back in the couch and putting his hands in his lap. She took another sip of her wine and then put the glass on the end table next to the chair before she spoke.
“Well, sweetie, it’s about what you said earlier,” she started, pausing for a moment before continuing, “about me wearing pants or slacks to the game this time.”
“Oh, shit, Mom, I’m so sorry! You weren’t supposed to hear that, and I didn’t mean to insult you or anything like that!” he said, leaning forward and resting his forearms on his knees, clasping his hands together and feeling very guilty that he had hurt his mom’s feelings. She smiled at him as she spoke.
“It’s okay, baby, I know you didn’t mean to insult me or hurt my feelings. I know you would never intentionally do something like that, so don’t worry about it,” she said, putting her hands in her lap.
“I’m sorry, Mom, really I am,” he said, meaning it.
“Like I said, honey, don’t worry about it,” she repeated. “But I am curious about something now, though, and that’s what I wanted to talk to you about — or ask you about, rather.”
“What’s that, Mom?” he asked, not knowing what to expect. His mom fidgeted a little before continuing, making him even more nervous at what she was going to say next.
“Are you embarrassed by me?” she asked, her voice going soft. “I mean, do I embarrass you by the way I dress?” Jeff immediately felt very bad for her and decided right then and there that he was going to be 100% honest with her, even if it meant telling her that he had a secret case of the screaming hots for her, his own mother. He leaned over and reached for her hand, and she leaned over to give it to him.
“No, Mom, absolutely not,” he said, looking her in the eye and holding her hand. “You don’t embarrass me in the least, and I mean that. Hell, most of the guys in school would give their right arms to have a mom who looked as hot as you!” he said, instantly regretting his use of the word ‘hot.’
“You mean that, baby? You’re not just saying that to make me feel better?” she replied, a small smile creeping onto her face.
“I mean it, Mom, I really do,” he replied, looking her in the eyes.
“Then you’re okay with the way I dress?” she asked, and Jeff nodded as he replied.
“Absolutely! You dress however you want to, Mom, and if anyone else doesn’t like it that’s just too bad!” he said.
“Then why did you say what you did earlier, about me wearing pants to the game this week?” she asked. Jeff let go of her hand and sat back before he replied.
“Because the guys at school are a bunch of immature jerks, that’s why!” he said, a little more forcefully than he intended. “They don’t know how to handle a hot woman like you dressing to show it off, and they run their mouths and say stupid shit, and it just makes me mad!”
‘Shit! I said ‘hot’ again! Dammit!’ he thought to himself.
“What do they say, sweetie?” she asked, clasping her hands in her lap and crossing her legs. “What do the boys at school say about the way I dress that makes you so mad?”
“Oh, the usual stupid guy stuff, about how good your tits look in a tight shirt, about how they can see your panty lines through your skirt if you were wearing any, crap like that,” he explained. “Then they start talking about what they’d like to…well….oh, never mind,” Jeff said, realizing that he may have said too much. Sandra uncrossed her legs and leaned forward, resting her forearms on her knees and clasping her hands together in front of her as she spoke.
“What else do they say, Jeff?” she said, her voice low. “You can tell me, I promise I won’t get mad. They’d like to what, honey?” Jeff looked at her for a moment before continuing; her eyes were wide and sparkling, and she was intently focused on him and what he was about to say.
And was she breathing a little bit harder? Not much, but just a little bit?
“Well,” he started, pausing for just a moment, “they talk about what they’d like to do to you if they had a chance,” he said.
“Like what, baby?” Sandra asked, a little breathlessly.
“Like, well, play with your big boobs, squeeze them and..and, well, tit-fuck them, for starters,” he said, reminding himself that he had promised to be 100% honest with her.
“What else, baby?” she said, her voice nearly a whisper. Jeff glanced over at her before continuing; yes, she was definitely breathing harder now, and her voice was very low.
‘Is she getting turned on by hearing all this?’ he wondered. He stole a glance at her tits and saw that her nipples were hard, poking out against the fabric of her shirt.
‘Holy shit, she is!’ he thought to himself before continuing.
“And how they’d like to rub your…well, your..uh, pussy, stick a finger or two inside you and…and make you cum,” he said, and his mom gasped as her mouth fell open. She sat back in her chair, putting her arms on the armrests, and Jeff immediately saw that her nipples were rock-hard and sticking out prominently from the tight white shirt she was wearing.
“Oh, my,” she whispered, her chest heaving a little as she caught her breath. “What else do they say, baby?” she asked. Jeff could feel a stirring in his groin as he watched his mom’s big tits rising and falling on her chest, the nipples hard.
“Well, then they talk about how they’d like to…how they’d like to, y’know, fuck you, how they’d like to come up behind you, bend you over, grab your hips and fuck you doggy-style until…until they came inside you,” Jeff said. As strange and difficult as it was for him to say all this to his own mom, he felt his cock stirring again as he spoke. His mom closed her eyes for a moment, her mouth hanging open slightly as she gasped for breath.
“Oh, my,” she said again. “Your friends must think I’m very sexy to say things like that!” she breathed, looking at him.
“They do, Mom, all of them do,” he replied.
“What about you, Jeff?” she asked, her voice soft and low. “Do you think I’m sexy?” she asked. Jeff hesitated for a moment, then nodded his head slowly as he answered, not taking his eyes from hers.
“Yes, Mom, I do,” he said, “I think you’re sexy as hell!”
“What is it about me that you think is sexy?” she asked, nearly breathless.
“Well, gee, Mom, I dunno,” he replied, hesitating because he honestly didn’t know where to start. His mom then solved that problem for him.
“Do you like my big breasts, honey?” she said, running her hands up her body and grabbing her breasts, squeezing them through her shirt in both hands and making Jeff’s cock grow another inch.
“Yeah — uh, yeah, I do,” he replied, caught a little off-guard at the sight of his mom grabbing her tits in front of him, specifically so he could see her do it.
“Would you like to see them?” she asked, her voice low and husky, still squeezing her breasts in her hands. Jeff’s eyes grew wide and his mouth fell open at her words.
“Are you kidding? I’d love to, Mom!” he replied.
Sandra sat up in the chair, her mouth turned up on one side in a wicked little smile as she crossed her arms in front of her stomach and grabbed the bottom of her shirt with both hands. She lifted her arms up and pulled the shirt from her body, pulling it over her head and dropping it on the floor next to the chair. Jeff’s eyes opened wide as he saw his mom’s naked breasts for the first time as they swayed with her movements. She cupped the big mounds in both hands, holding them up and squeezing them again as she spoke.
“Well, what do you think?” she asked, her hair falling over and partially covering one eye as she pulled on her nipples. “Do you like them, honey?”
“Like them? Hell, I love them!” Jeff replied, taking his eyes from her tits long enough to look at her when he replied. She giggled at his response, jiggling her breasts at him with her hands. She lowered her head and lifted her right breast up, then stuck out her tongue and licked the nipple before she sucked it into her mouth.
“Holy shit!” Jeff exclaimed. Sandra looked up at him while still sucking on her nipple, smiling as she sucked on it a bit more before releasing it with a soft ‘pop.’ Her eyes were hooded, her hair partially covering her face (which Jeff thought was sexy as fuck) as she held her breasts in her hands and spoke again. And when she spoke, her voice was husky and low.
“Would you like to see my pussy, baby?” she asked, a half-smile on her face. Jeff just nodded, looking at her in amazement. She threw her head back and laughed as she sat back in the chair, her breasts splaying out on her chest. Then she lowered her head and looked at him as she put her hands on her thighs and spread her legs, opening them as wide as the chair would allow and then sliding down in the chair a little so she could open them wider. Jeff had a clear view of her shaven mound and pussy, the outer lips parted just a little and the inner lips glistening with her juices. She ran her hands up the insides of her legs to her pussy, then pulled the lips apart to let him see all of her. Jeff gasped as she did this, his mouth falling open in surprise. His cock was fully erect by now, tenting out the front of his gym shorts, and when Sandra noticed it, she smiled.
Jeff watched in amazement, his hard cock throbbing inside his shorts as he watched his own mom slide her fingers up the length of her slit, then rub her clit in little circles. He heard her gasp slightly as she touched the hard nub, and his cock jumped in response.
“Those things the boys at school say they’d like to do to me,” she said, her voice a husky whisper, “do you feel that way, too?” she asked, her eyes hooded and full of desire. Jeff had never seen that look in a woman’s eyes before, so he didn’t recognize it for what it was. He hesitated a moment before he replied, but when he did he was honest.
“Yes, Mom, I do,” he said, his voice low. “I know I shouldn’t feel that way, think those things about you, but I can’t help it.”
“What do you think about doing to me, honey?” she asked, still rubbing her pussy with Jeff watching her every move. “What would you like to do to me?”
“Mom, I can’t — I mean, I shouldn’t…” he said, not knowing how to continue.
“It’s okay, baby, really it is,” Sandra said, her voice low. “This is just between me and you, and I really want you to tell me, so please, baby, tell me — tell your mom what you’d like to do to her!”
“Well, uh…I mean, I love your big breasts, so I’d want to…uh, hold them….hold them in my hands, squeeze them, and uh….pull on the nipples,” he said, watching his mom act out exactly what he was saying as soon as he said it. She moaned when she pulled on her own nipples, the lust plain in her hooded eyes.
“Then what, baby?” she said, her voice a breathless whisper as she tugged on her nipples.
“Then I’d suck on them, pull the nipples into my mouth and really suck hard,” he said, watching his mom really tugging hard on her nipples. She gasped loudly when he said this, her mouth hanging open, her breath coming faster and faster. She was very aroused now, and the musk of her arousal filled the room. He watched as she slid one hand down her stomach to her pussy, rubbing the smooth mound beneath her hand and fingers, gasping again when she slid one finger inside her wet tunnel.
‘Holy shit! I can’t believe this is happening!’ Jeff thought to himself, his cock hard and throbbing in his gym shorts. ‘My mom is rubbing her pussy right in front of me!’
“Do you want to fuck me, Jeff?” she asked breathlessly. She was so wet by now she was literally dripping, and she knew that if she didn’t get his cock inside her soon she’d go out of her mind. It only took Jeff a moment to reply.
“Yes, Mom, I do,” he replied, watching her rub her pussy for a moment more before looking up at her. “I know it’s wrong because you’re my mom and all, but yes, I do — I really do!”
“I don’t give a damn if it’s wrong or not,” Sandra said, quickly getting up out of her chair and crossing over to stand in front of Jeff, her big breasts swaying, her “bumblebee” skirt up around her hips, “I want your cock inside me so bad I can’t stand it!” With that she reached down and grabbed his gym shorts by the waistband, then yanked them down over his hips while being careful not to trap his cock in the waistband as she did. She pushed them down his legs to his ankles and then grabbed his legs behind the knees, pulling him down on the couch until his butt was at the edge of the cushion. Then she climbed onto the couch on her knees, taking off her wide belt and tossing it aside as she straddled his hips with a knee on either side of him.
Jeff was too stunned to react right away, watching in disbelief as his mom climbed onto the couch on top of him. His cock throbbed at the sight of her big, heavy breasts swaying and bouncing with her every move, and he gasped when she reached down and grabbed his cock with her hand. She gripped it hard, pumping it once or twice before pointing it straight up at her pussy. Jeff could see that her outer lips were parted and were glistening with her juices, and she rubbed the bulbous head up and down her slit a couple of times before placing it at the opening to her pussy. Then she sat down on his cock hard, throwing her head back and groaning with her eyes closed as she impaled herself on his cock.
“AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!” she moaned loudly, taking his entire length inside her hot, wet pussy with one hard downward shove. She put her hands on his abdomen for support as she pushed down hard, grinding her hips against him, and Jeff could feel the globes of her ass pressing against his balls. She had taken his entire length inside her pussy with one great shove, and the sensations of having her very hot, very wet, and very tight pussy wrapped around his cock was nearly too much for Jeff to take.
“Holy shit!” he exclaimed, putting his hands on the top of her thighs as he watched his mom slowly rotate her hips, grinding her pussy down onto him. She lowered her head and opened her eyes, smiling as she looked down at him beneath her.
“If you think that feels good, you’re gonna just love this!” she said, clamping down on his cock with her inner muscles as hard as she could. She felt Jeff jump beneath her in response.
“HOLY SHIT! DAMN, MOM!” he cried, gripping her thighs in his hands as she squeezed his cock inside her. She laughed with joy, then looked him in the eyes as she began to ride him, sliding her pussy up and down on his throbbing cock, moving her hips forward and back while keeping her upper body still. Her eyes quickly took on a sultry, hooded appearance as she moved on top of him, and she reached down to take his hands from her thighs and put them on her big breasts. Jeff understood, and immediately began squeezing and kneading the big globes in his hands, pulling and tugging on the hard nipples.
“Oh, yes, baby, yes!” Sandra hissed, putting her head back and closing her eyes as she rode his cock, his hands squeezing her breasts. “Squeeze them hard, baby, really hard, I love it when you squeeze my boobs hard!”
This whole thing had happened so fast that it caught Jeff completely off guard, and combined with his relative sexual inexperience it left him a little unsure of what to do. So he did what his mom told him to and squeezed her breasts hard, making her moan and twitch her hips in response. She began to move faster and faster as she rode him, sliding her pussy up and down his shaft quickly, and Jeff knew that if she kept this up he’d be cumming inside her in no time at all. And then, just as if she was reading his mind, she looked down at him and spoke, announcing her intentions.
“I’m gonna make you cum, baby,” she said, gasping for breath as she moved her hips faster, putting her hands on his abdomen again for support as she rode him harder, the angle at which she was riding him stimulating her clit as she moved. “I’m gonna make you cum inside me, and when you do I’m gonna cum all over your cock!”
“Okay, Mom!” he said, not knowing what else to say. She looked down at him and laughed, then got a serious look on her face as she began moving her hips even faster, fucking him hard, as hard as she could. In less than a minute she was gasping for breath, her hips a blur as she rode Jeff’s cock hard and fast, the sounds of sex filling the room.
Jeff could feel his orgasm building quickly as he gripped his mom’s big tits in her hands, hanging on to them as she rode him. He looked down and watched her hips moving on him for a moment, then looked up at her as he felt his orgasm coming. She saw the look in his eyes and knew what was about to happen.
“That’s it, baby, cum for me!” she said, hanging on to his sides for support as she rode him harder and faster. “Cum for me, baby, give it to me! Give me your load, give me that hot cum, I want it, baby, I want it all so give it to me!”
That was all it took. Jeff groaned loudly and his hips bucked upwards as his orgasm hit, his cock erupting inside his mom’s tight pussy. He gritted his teeth as he groaned, squeezing his mom’s tits harder than ever as he felt his cock pulsing and throbbing as it pumped stream after stream of hot, thick cum into his mom’s pussy.
This made Sandra cum, and she threw her head back and cried out as her own orgasm exploded, the waves of pleasure shooting out from her pussy and crashing through her body like a tidal wave. She clamped her legs against Jeff’s sides as she came, rocking her hips on his cock as they both came together. Her entire body trembled with the sheer force of her cumming, and she didn’t think she’d ever cum so hard before in her entire life. It was all she could do to hang on as her son’s cock pumped her full of his cum and her orgasm rocked her body from head to toe.
And then it was all over, ending nearly as quickly as it had begun. The pumping of Jeff’s cock inside Sandra’s pussy slowed and finally stopped, spitting out the last of his cum in one final spurt. Her own orgasm faded as well, leaving her panting and gasping for breath, her mouth hanging open, her eyes hooded. Jeff released her tits from his grasp, and she fell forward to lie on top of him, putting her arms around his head. He slid his arms around her and held her body to him, marveling both at the feeling of her body next to his and at what had just happened.
‘Holy shit, I just fucked my mom!’ he thought to himself. ‘Or rather, my mom just fucked me!’
‘I finally did it!’ Sandra though to herself, a smile creeping across her face. ‘I finally fucked my son!’ She chuckled to herself then, her body shaking in her son’s arms as she did.
“Are you okay, Mom?” he asked, concerned. She sat up and looked down at him, smiling, his now-softening cock still trapped inside her.
“Yes, baby, I’m fine!” she said, running her hand along the side of his face. “I’m just happy, that’s all!”
“Me, too, Mom, but…well, isn’t what we just did…” he started to say, but her finger to his lips stopped him from finishing.
“Sshhhhh!” she said, shushing him. “What we did is between you and me, honey, and as long as we’re okay with it that’s all that matters,” she said, smiling.
“Yeah, but what’s everybody else gonna think?” he asked, his hands resting on her thighs.
“Nothing, because we’re not going to tell them,” she replied. “What you and I do here in our own home is none of their business, so they don’t need to know. Okay, honey?” she said, both hoping and knowing that he’d understand.
“Okay, Mom!” he said, nodding his head and smiling back at her.
“I made you cum pretty good, didn’t I, baby?” she asked, her smile turning into a grin.
“Boy, that’s the understatement of the year!” Jeff replied, grinning back at her. She leaned down and put her face right in front of his, smiling seductively at him as she spoke again.
“You ain’t seen nothing yet!” she whispered, kissing him on the nose. Then she climbed off of him, standing up and letting his now-soft cock slip from her intimate grasp as she did so. She walked over to the chair and picked up her shirt, then retrieved her belt from where she’d tossed it aside not that long ago. She turned and walked across the room, Jeff watching the firm, rounded globes of her ass flexing as she walked, speaking over her shoulder as she did. When she got to the bottom of the stairs she put one foot on the bottom step and paused, one hand on the handrail as she turned to look back at him.
“Well, are you coming or not?” she said, smiling at him.
When Jeff nearly tripped and fell over his shorts gathered around his ankles as he hurriedly got up from the couch, she threw her head back and laughed, then continued up the stairs with her son right behind her.
Fini.