The Mother/Son Book Club

Book 3 – A Son’s Property – Gina and Vincent

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Not for the first time that day, Gina found her thoughts wandering to her husband, Frank. He had been handsome, charming, and intelligent. Over a period of only a few months, she had witnessed the cancer degrade and erase him, until the end, when he could barely remember his own children. She sighed, and choked back a single sob as she continued to rinse and dry the dishes. If she allowed herself to start crying now, she’d never get anything else done tonight. She’d been a wreck for months, on and off. While she never stopped working or being a mother, she knew that without her eldest son, Vincent, she would have shattered into a million pieces long before now.

If Vincent had been here tonight, he would never have allowed her to do this. He probably would have had dinner started before she even got home. He wouldn’t even have needed to been asked. She was glad that he had plans that night, in fact. As much as she appreciated her son’s help, she wanted him to get out and have his own life, even if it did involve dating girls who weren’t mature enough to appreciate him.

Gina thought of her eldest son and then smiled. He was a senior in high school and her two daughters, Lucia and Helena, were still in high and middle school respectively.  Frank had been an excellent father, and he had given her three wonderful children, who she regarded as her life. That was one thing she could be grateful for, at least.

Before the cancer, Gina’s family had been close to perfect, with none of the issues that her best friends Linda and Raquel had to deal with. She forcefully reminded herself that her family was still good, and that she was still the head of it, and that she would not allow herself to let her children down.

Still, she would have given much to have had Frank there to comfort her later that evening. She smiled. Well, tonight, she would have liked to have been used more than comforted. There was nothing like the after glow of particularly rough sex, laying in the warm post-orgasm brain fog, appreciating the bruises forming on her inner thighs and wrists. It had been too long. Before the cancer had taken his life, it had taken Franks ability and drive for sex. Gina felt selfish now, thinking of his suffering.

The front door opened unexpectedly. Vincent was home early. Maybe his date didn’t go well? Just for a moment, Gina squirmed in place, squeezing her thighs together. Her son was young and very strong. He could definitely leave marks on a girl, if he wanted. She shook her head, trying to throw off the shame of her own thoughts, but from prior experience, she knew they would not disappear.

Gina had been raised a certain way, and because of that, she would always be inappropriately weak to her own son. It was just a fact that she would have to live with.

“Hey mom,” Vincent said, walking behind her into the kitchen. He grabbed a can of soda from the fridge before sitting down at the table, behind her. “I would have done the dishes later, you didn’t have to.”

“I know,” Gina said, smiling. “How was your date?”

“Okay I guess. I don’t know if she’s right for me?”

“What’s wrong with Jessica?” Gina asked. Her son was very picky with girls. Then again, maybe he could afford to be. He was tall, handsome, with a soft-spoken confidence.

“Nothing’s wrong with her. She’s just…I don’t know, kind of immature? I kind of want someone a little more self-aware, I guess. Plus she wouldn’t stop talking about her brother. It was weird.”

“The right one will come along one day, I’m sure. You’re not even out of high school yet, after all.”

Gina fell back into silence, continuing to wash the dishes by hand. There weren’t many that night, and doing things manually like that relaxed her. She hummed and swayed her hips side to side, to the beat of a song only she could hear. She was unaware of her son’s eyes, hungrily following the movement of her body beneath her plain but well-fitted office dress.

“H-how are you doing, Mom?”

Gina sighed, frustrated but also gratified by the tone of her son’s voice. He was worried about her, and he shouldn’t have to be.

“Today was a little rough,” she said. “Sometimes it feels like your father’s been gone for years. Other times it’s like he died yesterday.”

“It’ll get better Mom. I promise.”

Vincent stepped behind her and put his hands on his mother’s shoulders, intending to be reassuring. It took everything within Gina to resist simply bending over and pushing herself back against her son, submitting fully.

As a woman should, a voice deep within her reminded her, forcefully.

Gina stopped, stepped away from her son carefully, then dried her hands and went upstairs. She was able to get to her room before she collapsed on her bed in tears, her emotions a confusing mix of grief, want, and shame.

Vincent had no idea what he had done, but he felt badly anyway.

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Things didn’t change for several days. Vincent felt a rift open up between him and his mother. He did not like it. More specifically, he did not like how she stopped opening up to him, and how she was glancing at him now, almost slyly, when he was looking away. He worried that she was starting to hate him, although he could not say why.

It was Thursday evening when everything changed. On Thursdays, the family ate together. No one had to be told, but the kids stopped working on their homework, Vincent made sure to be free, and Gina refused to work late. They all helped make dinner; a simple pasta with a very flavorful tomato and meat sauce, a recipe that Gina had learned from her own mother.

Surprisingly there was nothing wrong that night. Everyone laughed together, more than normal, and no one wanted to leave the table early. Vincent was still concerned as he watched his mother drink first one, then another, then a third glass of wine. At times, she went out with her friends and had some cocktails, but she rarely drank at the table, especially after her husband’s death. Red wine was a reminder of prior family celebrations. Tonight, at least, it seemed to cheer her up. Even if she passed out early, Vincent was unconcerned. He would put the girls to bed himself and leave it at that

As it happened, Helena told a series of dumb but hilarious jokes, and things didn’t really end even when dinner did. After they cleared the table, the girls and Vincent worked on their homework together, he occasionally helping them with a difficult question or problem. Gina, unfortunately, had a sudden work emergency which demanded her attention, so Vincent made sure that the girls were tucked in on time. It wasn’t that unusual, but he was surprised when he got done and came back downstairs to find his mother back at the table, smiling at him. There were two glasses of wine poured.

“Sit with me, Vincent,” Gina said. Her voice slurred ever so slightly, and was noticeably deeper than normal, but it only served to make her seem more seductive. He knew that he should suggest that she go to bed, but he knew that he wouldn’t.

It wasn’t Vincent’s fault if his mother got drunk, after all. She was an adult. And who knows what she might do in that state. She’d hinted in the past that she and her friends were wild when they were younger. Vincent sat, and sipped his wine. Despite being only eighteen, he was used to having wine at some family meals. It was just expected of him, but he never had much.

“We don’t get to talk like this much anymore, Mom,” Vincent said, after a moment’s hesitation. “I miss it.”

Gina smiled, and to Vincent it seemed to light up the room.

“I do, too. We used to talk about all kinds of things. Now, I feel like I owe you so much more, but we don’t communicate as much, and that bothers me.”

“You don’t owe me anything, Mom.”

Gina rolled her eyes, but she did so with a smile.

“Come on, Vincent. I see you. I see every little thing you do for Lucia and Helena. You never had to be told, you just became their surrogate father. I still show up for their events, but you volunteer to take them to and from school. Not to mention all the times you’ve cooked for them or tucked them in or just been present for them. You’ve been very important to your sisters these last few months. None of us is all right, not really, but without you we all would have been so much worse.”

Vincent had tried hard to be helpful after his father’s death, but hearing his mother’s appreciation had a surprising effect on him. He felt his face grow hot, and without thinking about it, he became hard. He had never been praised in such a way by a woman as mature and beautiful as his mother. Sure she’d been proud of him, and made sure she knew he was loved. She was a good mother. But this was different somehow.

Or was he just reading into her actions? Vincent had become aware of his unfortunate crush as time had passed. He’d thought his mother was beautiful since forever, and he’d had adolescent fantasies about her that made him feel guilty, but those paled in comparison to the desire that moved in him now. He had respected and loved his father, and had never wanted to take his place, but now…now he very much wanted to be in his mother’s bed. He tried to steal glances at her when she was changing, hugged her whenever he could, and found excuses to touch her body. He felt like a creep, but she never resisted or seemed to mind, so he continued. Something had to change, he knew, or someone would be hurt.

“Come on, I was being a good mother for once, and you got all broody and quiet,” Gina said, before laughing. “Penny for your thoughts?”

“I…I was just thinking it’s hard to know where I belong, now. Dad’s gone and…I don’t want to seem like I’m trying to take his place…”

“Well, no one would ever accuse you of trying to replace him. That’s not what you have been doing. But sometimes, we do have to fill…vacancies, or else things fall apart. You’ve been amazing in that regard. Even my friends have noticed.”

“I…thank you, mom. I just hope things get easier for you.”

Gina laughed, this time bitterly.

“Nothing makes this loss easier. Not for me or you or the girls. But we can make things better for each other. Which is what I wanted to talk to you about. You’ve made things better for all of us, but we haven’t been making things better for you.”

“It’s okay mom, you’ve been really…”

“No, it is not okay. I want to be clear about that. You are…a young man with needs. Emotional and physical ones, and you’ve been doing everything right, but I know when I see a man in struggle or conflict. So…are you going to tell me what you really need?”

“I don’t…I…I mean…” All of Vincent’s confidence left him. The words still appeared in his mind, unwanted: I need to fuck you, Mom. I need to take you and dress you up and show you off and then take you home and bend you over like the little slut you are and…

“All right. I’m sorry. I’m being pushy. Why don’t we just have a talk then. I’ll tell you some things about myself that you don’t know. Personal things. Things that really only my friends and your father knew. Then, if you’re feeling up to it, you can share something about yourself, if you feel comfortable.”

Vincent sighed, feeling much more relaxed.

“That sounds good.”

“So, I guess…I should start by telling you a bit about what I was like when I was your age and just a bit older. I was…well, let’s say a bit of a party girl.”

“What does that mean?”

“I was never really a slut, exactly. I was absolutely a curvy little tease. There were guys I really liked, and…I wasn’t afraid to show them what they wanted to see.”

“Oh. Like who?”

Gina laughed, but seeing the slight flash of jealousy in her son’s eyes made her decide to answer more coyly than she would have normally.

“Well, there were boys, but…never anything serious. There weren’t a lot of mature, thoughtful young men like you around, to be honest. No one caught my interest, beyond the physical and animal attraction. No one, but your father. I used everything I could on him. And he still probably thought I was trying to get something from him. I was, but…”

“So what, you seduced him for money?” Vincent felt angry with his mother, and he didn’t know precisely why. He wanted to attack her, to call her names. He wanted to tear her skirt off. He forcibly calmed himself. She was making herself more vulnerable by telling him these things, and she wasn’t describing anything immoral. He had friends now who were promiscuous. Why should his mother have had to have been a nun before she met his father?

Gina sighed and shook her head.

“Your father was almost fifteen years older than me, Vincent. When we met I was twenty. Your grandfather had passed away when I was just a little girl, and mom had died right after I started college. I was alone. I mean, I had my older brothers, but they were young guys just out in the world, trying to get degrees and get laid and find themselves, and I wasn’t going to hold them back. So I was broke, swimming in student debt, and coming pretty close to being homeless when I met your father. He saved me. ”

“Saved you?”

“Your father…took care of me.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t mean it in a bad way. I needed a place to stay, and he was a bachelor with a house that was too big. I rented his outbuilding. It was a garage with an apartment above it. I could use the garage as a studio and it was cheap. Honestly, once he met me I think he would have probably let me stay for free. He was so kind. I didn’t want to take advantage of him. Eventually we got close…”

“So you got together?”

“Do you really want to know?”

“Yes, obviously.”

“All right, but…you’re going to have to hear about your mother having sex. With details.”

Gina hesitated, looking over her glass at Vincent, eyes wide and vulnerable, biting her lip. This wasn’t fair. She knew she should stop vamping for him, but she couldn’t help it. When she caught him glancing towards her cleavage, almost shyly, she suppressed a smile. She had him. Just like his father.

“Y-yeah, mom. I…I do.”

“Okay, but you can tell me to stop any time. So…I had started college. I was doing fine, making friends. Actually Linda and Raquel were both in orientation with me. That was lucky. But I still felt pretty alone. Our family hadn’t been big, and it had been…unusual, but it had been close. And we looked out for each other. And your father, well, he looked out for everyone around him. He ran his own company by then, and he treated them like a family. He never got married, and when I moved in, he started treating me like the daughter he never had.”

“How do you go from being his surrogate daughter to, um…”

“To being in his bed? Well, you’d be surprised how often something like that happens.”

“Oh.”

“I knew your father was lonely. I had dated a little but I wasn’t really interested in boys my age. They really didn’t care. Or even if they did, they weren’t mature enough to know how. Your father gave me a lot and took very little. He even waived rent when I was between jobs. I fell for him pretty quickly. But I wasn’t looking to marry him.”

“What did you want with him?”

“What every young woman wants with a handsome, mature, man. I wanted to fuck him.”

Vincent’s eyes increased to a huge size but he said nothing, so Gina continued.

“I was falling for him, but my only experiences had been with boys and…well, I suppose I was still a virgin in all the ways that counted. I was curvy even back then,  before you kids, and I was maybe less sophisticated but I was pretty daring. I started going around in the tiniest shorts and a baby t-shirt, tight enough that you could see everything. I only did it around the house though. I did more chores for him, cleaning, cooking, that sort of thing. I made sure I bent over all the time, bumped against him. I was very appreciative of any little thing he did. And I hugged him tight.

Vincent laughed despite himself. His mother had a gleam in her eye, and it wasn’t difficult for him to imagine a younger version of her really vamping for his father. It was cute, and in a way, even wholesome.

“So you were a shameless little tease?” he asked, playfully.

“You could say that, but I was willing and available to him. I knew what he needed and I was ready to give it to him if he asked. Or even if he just took.”

“Took? You mean like…he forced you?”

“No,” Gina said, “I…I was raised a certain way, and while I love my mom, she taught me that it was ‘bad’ when girls initiated. It was a lady’s job to be available and ready for her man, but not to start touching him or asking him directly.”

“So how was he supposed to know what to do?”

Gina laughed.

“Your father knew exactly what I wanted. He took his time to make sure that I was really doing more than flirting, but when he was…wow. When his resolve finally broke, he simply devoured me. I’d never heard or felt anything like it. I was cleaning his desk one moment, maybe bending over a bit too much, and the next he was pulling me back into his arms, and then his lap. His hands were everywhere at once and I was a wet little mess for him. Your father fingered me in his lap while I begged for more, and then he bent me over his desk. He was just controlled enough to not hurt me too much, he understood that however flirty I was I wasn’t that experienced, but he was fierce, too. His love left marks.”

“Were you okay with that?”

“Of course I was! It was what I wanted. Or, rather, at the time I saw him as my caregiver, the man who stood by me, so I wanted to give him what he wanted. And what he wanted was a curvy little slut to use. At first. So everything was mostly the same, except I was available for him any time he wanted. He fucked me on my back, on all fours, standing up, in every part of the house. He took me to parties and fucked me in the bathrooms and hallways of his friends houses. He fucked my mouth at home and in his car. I couldn’t believe how virile he was. And all the time he was still the same man he was before we started having sex. He remained caring, considerate, and mature. He was still encouraging me to go to class and save my money.  He always made sure I came, at some point, even if he had come first.”

“God mom. That’s…I mean…”

“I know this is a bit shocking to you, but you should know how sexual I am, and how sexual your father was. He had needs, and they slowed down a bit as he aged, but they never stopped. And I was his. Really his, the entire time he was with us. He shocked me by proposing to me when I was in my senior year of college. I wanted that so much, but I never thought that I could be enough for him, I suppose I had some self-esteem issues. I graduated, we got married, and then I got pregnant with you. I wanted more kids but had some fertility issues until we found a treatment that worked, which is why you’re so much older than your sisters.”

“Okay but…like…why?”

“Why your father?”

“No, I mean…you said you couldn’t just tell Dad what you wanted. Why not? You’re always very direct and straightforward in every other way, so why not that one?”

Gina sighed, and a certain wistfulness returned to her gaze, as if she had just remembered all she’d lost.

“As I said before, I was raised in a certain way, Vincent. Your grandmother, who was wonderful, taught me lessons that I learned very well. I’m grateful for all of them, but…one of them is really quite unusual.”

“More unusual than this conversation?” Vincent said, before laughing. Gina could tell that the wine was affecting him, but hopefully not too much.

Gina wanted her son, but she wanted him to be clear-headed when he made up his mind on what he wanted.

“You could say that. Let’s see…I can’t say it came about all at once. For all my life, Mom had reminded me that I could grow up and do whatever I wanted. I wanted to be someone important, a manager at a business, and so I am. But she also told me that when I found the right person, at home, it was my place to be theirs, entirely. To give myself completely to them and their needs.”

“That seems contrary.”

“It is. It was confusing. At least in theory. She drove home that the right person for me would be someone who cared for me and my needs, who listened to me, who would pick me up if I fell and provide for me if I was hungry. She said I would know. Until I met your father I doubted that I would ever find the kind of man that she described, but I…I guess I yearned for him. You see, I had witnessed that kind of relationship first hand, not long before.”

“You had?”

“Yes. You never knew my father. He left my mother when she was pregnant with my younger sister. I was in my early teens when it happened. She worked very hard to provide for us and to be independent, but I knew that the rejection had hit her hard. She was a good wife for him. I never saw him again, and he never paid a dime of child support. Things got tough. Finally, the time came when mom just couldn’t pay the bills. At that point I was old enough to have a part time job but…it really made no difference. We were evicted from our apartment.”

“Wait, is that why you moved in with your uncle?”

Gina smiled and leaned forward secretively.

“That’s right. He more or less took us in, no questions asked. He had his own small business, a home that was big enough for us, and he raised me and my sister as if we were his own children. He had been telling mom that he could take care of all of us, and her, but she was proud. She somehow thought that she didn’t deserve it. We were happy, and by the time I reached my senior year of high school I even had a college fund, thanks to him. I thought of it as a stable home, normal in every way, but it wasn’t, really. Not at all.”

“Why not?”

“I think you suspect already, but I’ll tell you just how I found out. I was a cheerleader.” She paused and sighed wistfully. “I know, hard to believe, right? I wasn’t as athletic as some of the other girls but…a nice ass and big tits will take you places, sometimes.”

“Mom!”

Gina just laughed.

“Oh, come on. That’s not the worst thing you’ve heard me say tonight. Anyway, I took it seriously, practiced hard, and all that. I was due to be home late that night. We were going to compete in regionals, but the school lost power, and it was storming so we couldn’t practice outside. I got a ride home early with a friend of mine. I didn’t mean to be quiet, I was just thinking about how I needed more focus to keep up with the better girls on the cheer team. That’s why I saw what I did, Vincent.”

“What did you see, Mom? Was…was your uncle doing something…bad?” Vincent was hooked now. He had to know.

“I honestly thought he was, at first. He was behind my mom, and she was trying to prep something at the counter. Salad I think? But he was feeling her up, and not gently, either. I mean, it’s nice to be groped like that by someone who you want, but…otherwise it’s a real violation. I was going to say something, I was angry. How could he take advantage of his own sister like that? Even if he was helping us. But…then she moaned, and leaned back into him. She wasn’t fighting him, or denying him. She was giving herself to him, passively at first, but then…much more actively. She took his hand and put it between her legs. She was so excited, Vincent. Ready for her man. You see, she didn’t just tell me these things, she believed in them. She knew that if we moved in with him, her brother would, in fact, take care of her and us. She knew that she would give herself to him, in the end, because that’s how she was made. Maybe he knew it too? I don’t know. What I do know is that they loved each other a great deal, and I saw them prove it right there in the kitchen.”

“You…watched them have sex?”

“They were fucking, Vincent. In my mind, there’s a difference. He pushed her forward and she put her hands on the wall now, just holding herself up, offering herself to him. She didn’t even try to move the cutting board, just arched her back. He had unbuttoned her dress, I hadn’t noticed, and her breasts were out and he was just groping them very roughly. I remember thinking that it must of hurt but she moaned. She was in heat, Vincent. I’d never seen my mother like that. And if that wasn’t enough, my uncle lifted her skirt, pulled her panties down and…”

“Oh my god.”

“He pulled his cock out so fast. They knew I was due home soon so they didn’t have a lot of time. He had…well, maybe it’s sick of me to think so, but his cock was pretty great. And he just thrust inside of her. No waiting, she cried out, but it wasn’t because it hurt. I watched him fuck her. And I mean he gave her a pounding. That slap of flesh on flesh. You don’t forget it. It’s nothing like porn. It’s real, and solid and she was pushing back, too, giving herself to him. She was a woman driven to be bred.”

“Mom…this is…I don’t…”

“Easy, Vincent. It’s just us talking, remember? I know this is getting you hard, same as it gets me hot to think about all these years later. You think I’m going to judge you? Or tell anyone? No way. I’m your mother, Vincent. I’m safe. I’ll never tell.”

“I…thanks, mom. I’m enjoying the story,” he replied. His mother was correct, after all. He was rock hard, and pretty sure that there would be a precum stain on his shorts later.

“Anyway, he kept getting louder and louder and she did, too. I don’t know, maybe they hadn’t had time to themselves in a while. Eventually, he buried himself inside of her and groaned. My mother turned her body slightly, reaching back to push him even deeper inside of her. When she did, she saw me at the doorway, frozen like a deer in the headlights. He pulled out, I could clearly see cum running out and down her thigh. That’s the last thing I saw before I took off up to my room and closed the door. I felt…well I felt all kinds of things. Mostly shame and arousal.”

“Oh god, so…what happened?”

“Mom came upstairs in a little bit. She’d pulled herself together but there was still a sheen of sweat on her brow. We both knew what she’d done but she still met my eyes, almost defiantly. I was angry. I said some awful things to her. Mostly because I was scared of what was happening, and my world had changed pretty significantly. She listened to me without really being affected, and then hugged me. Then she started explaining.”

Vincent was too fixated on his mother’s words to respond. He’d never had any idea that his grandmother and great-uncle had been like this. Gina sipped her wine and went on.

“There’s not much to it that you haven’t heard already. Mom explained to me that everything was as I knew it. She loved me and so did my uncle. There was just more to it. She’d never been forced. She’d given herself to him completely. Not just her body, but her heart, too, but she was still independent. She basically ran the home completely, even the finances at that point, which was more common in the past. She apologized for me finding out that way, and she understood if I was upset, but that she wouldn’t change. I’ll never forget her words. ‘It’s how the women in our family are built, Gina. You’ll understand soon.’ And then…everything was normal again. We ate dinner together. We laughed. I thought about what she said. I still think about it a lot.”

“But…I mean you accepted it. That doesn’t mean you believe it or agree with it, right, Mom?” A part of Vincent, the part that was molded by society, was horrified. It was the same part that was ashamed of the desires he had for his mother. Another, deeper, more primal part was eager to hear more.

“I do believe it and agree with it. Mom was never happier than when she was with her own brother, and they were great together. She mourned him tremendously when he died. I gave myself to your father because I believed in it, and I was right to do it. He encouraged me to do what I wanted. And yes, we disagreed, even fought. But when it came down to the most basic of relations, he owned me. I never, ever, told him no.”

“Wow…It’s just…you know, hard to believe. Not that I think you’re lying, it’s just…you’re really ambitious and independent.”

Gina smiled at his son’s recognition, and shivered just a little. Being praised by your man was special, after all.

“You want me to prove it?” Gina said, with a challenging upturn of her lips. She knew how to brat, if that was the motivation her man needed.

“What…what do you mean, mom?”

“I mean…do you want me to show you what I really think of you? When I come home after a long day and find out that my son, my wonderful, handsome, son, has taken care of his little sisters, made sure dinner was ready, and handled his own responsibilities?”

“Y-yeah, mom.”

“I think about what a fine man my son has become. I think about how he takes care of everyone around him. I think about how, no matter what I know to be right and wrong, he’s definitely the man of the house. He’s definitely my man. And I think about how I’m not fulfilling my responsibilities towards him.”

“You do take care of us, Mom! You pay for…for everything. And you make sure that the girls are fed and you show all of us love and…”

“Do I need to explain myself again, Vincent? Because I will. I’ll tell you all kinds of stories if it helps you understand and move past any guilt or hesitation. You stepped up. You take care of your sisters, and you do as much as any husband does. You have needs. I’m not taking care of those needs like I should. It doesn’t matter that I’m your mother. I’m yours, if you want me. I want to be yours.”

Vincent’s mouth went dry.

“What…what happens now?”

“It’s not my place to tell my man how to best make use of me.”

“So…whatever I do…it won’t be wrong…because you’re my property? And…and because you’ll want it, too?”

Gina nodded, downed the rest of her wine, then stood. She smoothed her dress. Demure though it was, it did not hide her body from Vincent’s gaze. Without another word, she turned and walked towards the sink. She neither rushed, nor moved slowly, but with the measured purpose of a woman who knew her way. Slowly, and with a smooth sensuality, she started to wash the dishes.

Vincent just sat and watched her for a bit. Did she really mean for him to…to do whatever he wanted with her? He wasn’t stupid. He knew that his mother had told that very explicit story not just to turn him on, but to make him think of the possibilities, and now he could not stop himself from doing just that. He was nervous, afraid even. He knew what she expected, but he also knew that she wouldn’t guide him much if at all. He was to do what he wanted with her. With his mother.

No. This was wrong. Vincent stood quickly and began to leave the kitchen, but something stopped him. He turned and watched his mother again. He saw the way her body swayed under her dress. Hadn’t he always wondered what she looked like, nude? Hadn’t he wanted to feel how soft and giving she would be? Hadn’t he wanted her at his mercy? This was almost more than he had ever fantasized about, and the best part was his mother had already consented happily. And like she had said, she would never ever tell.

Vincent stepped softly behind her. He was not trying to be stealthy as much as not be aggressive. He did not wish to alarm her. He loved her, and wanted to make her…happy. A little playful smile appeared on his face.

There was no point in his resistance. He’d seen long ago how his friends and other men had looked at his mother. She was irresistible. She was curvy and delicious, yes, but she was also funny, loving, and caring. Everyone saw it. She turned heads all the time. So, Vincent supposed he might as well make the best of it. For both of them.

Vincent set his hands on his mother’s hips. Gina froze, for a moment. He could feel the shiver run through her, and he smiled, although she could not see it. After a moment she continued with her task, soaping the dishes, rinsing them and setting them aside. He moved his hands to her back, and began, slowly, to massage her. She’d asked him to do this in the past, especially in recent months. She was full-figured, and had to sit at her desk for long hours, and at times, she ached badly. Vincent had always been happy to help her, but tonight, he was slower, firmer.

“Mmm…that feels wonderful, Vincent,” Gina said, practically purring.

“Good,” Vincent said, moving to her shoulders, then down her back again, until his hands rested at her sides. The whole process took a few minutes, but already he could tell that his mother was more relaxed. More receptive. Slowly, almost painfully so, he unbuttoned the front of his mother’s dress. He slid his hands within, and she paused, unable to concentrate as he unhooked her bra. Where had he gotten so skilled at doing that so quickly? It didn’t matter, because soon, his breasts hung loosely and free, and her son’s hands we’re all over them.

Vincent squeezed them a bit too hard at first, but his mother didn’t complain. In fact, she moaned and leaned back, grinding her beautiful, large ass against his cock. He groaned. That was what he wanted. He wanted her to be ready and willing.

With confidence borne of his own arousal, Vincent lifted her skirt up, then before he could chicken out, hooked his thumbs in Gina’s panties, and knelt, drawing them down to the floor. Gina gasped at the cool air on her exposed ass and thighs, but did not stop cleaning. Instead, she simply stepped out of her panties, as it was clear Vincent had wanted her to do. Then she went back to her dishes. She hoped, almost desperately, that her son would fuck her aggressively as she had seen her uncle fuck her mother all those years ago, but that was perhaps a lot to ask of a young man who was probably, hopefully, still a virgin. It didn’t matter, in any case. She was happy to provide her son with anything he needed. A good woman existed for her man’s pleasure.

Gina had anticipated that her son would stand and take her just like that. It was unlikely that he would last very long, as a young man, but that didn’t matter to her. It was flattering, in a way. She thought about what he might do so much that she forgot to pay attention to what he was doing.

Vincent wanted his mother, but he was still a virgin, and did not anticipate the effect of seeing her swollen, wet pussy. She kept washing, even as he caught her rich, delicate scent. A slight line of liquid rolled down the inside of her thigh. Without thinking, Vincent licked it up, letting his tongue run up his mother’s dark olive skin all the way up to her…

“Fuck!” Gina was shocked from her reverie, and she dropped the dish she had been attempting to wash into the soapy liquid. Vincent stopped for a moment, said, “Put your hands on the counter, Mom,” and then began to lap at her pussy in earnest. She moaned as his hands gripped her thighs tightly. She rolled her hips slightly back, giving him better access, and he dove his tongue in eagerly.

Both mother and son were lost to desire, and forgot the danger of their position, or that the girls could have walked in at any moment, despite the hour. Gina threw her head back and closed her eyes, enjoying the tongue lashing that she hadn’t received since months before her husband had died. He loved to eat pussy too. Like father like son, she supposed.

Gina was already riding the ragged edge of a big orgasm, not quite there, but almost. Vincent reached around her thick thigh, with one of his hands. Bleys had told him once where to touch women, if you wanted to get them off, and Vincent was grateful that he listened now, as he ran his strong hand through his mother’s thick bush (apparently she did not shave, something that he found intensely arousing for reasons that he could not understand), finding a swollen, wet nub that could only be the clitoris.

“Ohhhhh godd…that’s…oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck…” Gina said, as she involuntarily arched her back further, as if to get away from his hand. Vincent did not complain. He had maybe been too rough? He touched her again, this time lightly, as he tried to continue lapping at her with his tongue. She moaned and shifted and squirmed. In mock irritation, he nipped at her ass, and she squeaked cutely.

By this point Gina was leaning over the counter, soapy hands getting water everywhere, the front of her dress getting soaked through. She had arched her back enough so that she was a foot or so out from the counter, now. Vincent stopped briefly, turned around so he leaned against the counter, and then started licking his mother from the front, tonguing her clit directly. Even as she shivered and moaned from this new contact, he inserted a single finger inside of her. It was too much.

Gina came, trying to stay quiet and mostly succeeding, but it was huge. She masturbated regularly, but hadn’t had much success since her husband’s death, and this was like a floodgate had been opened inside of her. She knew that she was coating her son’s face in her own liquids, so maybe it had. She shook all over, quivered and came. Vincent saw her thighs shaking, stopped and managed to slide out from under her, before standing and wrapping his arms around her midsection instinctively. He did so just in time. Gina’s orgasm finished, but her legs shook and gave way.

Vincent held her fairly easily. He’d never say so but his mother was not light. That was, of course, part of her appeal, and only enhanced her sexyness. It did mean, however, that he had to be careful not to drop her as she went nearly limp in his arms. He managed to lift her, bridal style, and carry her to the couch. Her panties lay on the floor of the kitchen, forgotten.

Vincent sat down and held his mother as she curled up, resting her head on his chest as he stroked her back. She was shorter than him, and pleasantly heavy in his lap. He could get used to this. For a long time neither said anything, and from his mother’s relaxed breathing he assumed she had fallen asleep, but she spoke up.

“I haven’t been cum like that since I was eighteen,” Gina said, giggling softly.

“I’m glad.”

“Now…I think it’s time you actually made use of me, for your own pleasure.”

“I enjoyed doing that mom. A lot.”

Gina laughed again, this time even softer.

“I know, sweet boy, but you have needs too. And they’re not small. I clean your sheets, remember?”

Vincent blushed.

“Ah, geez, Mom.”

“Don’t be embarrassed. It’s natural. Anyway, how do you want me?”

“What do you mean?”

“For your first time. Do you want me on all fours? Or maybe you want me to ride the cum out of you? Or do you want to do face to face? It’s all good for me, and even if it wasn’t, I’d still do it, for you.”

Vincent froze as all of the possibilities ran through his head at once. This was really happening. He had a hot older woman, all to himself, and she’d do anything he wanted. He looked down, and found his mothers large brown eyes looking up at him.

“I want you on your back, mom. I want to see your beautiful face when I um…you know.”

Gina giggled.

“Oh, you are a sweet talker, aren’t you? I’m starting to think I’m not your first…”

“Y-you are, mom. I um…I’ve never…”

“Hey, relax,” Gina said, as she nonchalantly slipped her dress off, “I don’t think that being a virgin is a bad thing, any more than not being one is. As a matter of fact, I’m very happy about being the first woman to have you, or the first woman you have, depending on how you look at it…”

“God, Mom,” Vincent said.

“That bad?” Gina replied playfully. It was obvious from her son’s expression that seeing her nude was having a profound effect on him. He crossed the room quickly, his hands again on his mother’s large tits, fondling and manhandling them, feeling them give in his hand even as his other hand explored and squeezed her ass. Gina gasped. “Fuck, that’s it…enjoy me baby.”

Gina unzipped her son’s fly, understanding that he was so aroused that he was almost frantic. He was already close and she wanted him inside her before he finished. As she pulled his cock out, he pushed her gently back on the couch, where she splayed out seductively, parting her legs. It was the first time he had seen a real woman, aroused and in front of him. He froze for just a moment, unable to think.

“We might not have a lot of time, Vincent,” Gina prodded, gently. “And besides that…you’re probably not going to last too long…”

“I’ll try…”

Gina shook her head.

“No. You got me off, and it was wonderful, but remember, I’m here for what you need, and what you need right now is to cum inside of your mother. Don’t hold back, don’t try and stop it. Just let yourself do what comes natural, okay?”

Vincent didn’t bother trying to answer. He climbed on top of her, between her legs, took his cock and aimed it at his mother’s pussy. She spread both her legs and her lips helpfully and he started to slide in quite easily, although she was quite tight. She moaned, just a little. He moaned a lot. He went faster than he had intended, burying himself deep, but his mother did not seem to mind.

“Fucccckk,” Vincent said, in one long drawn out breath. He had wanted to say how much he loved his mother, or how good she felt around his cock, but he only had the focus for one, single word. Still, it seemed like she got the message as she met his gaze, smiled at him, then closed her eyes and bit her lip as he started moving.

Vincent wanted to show his mother a good time, and he had made her cum, but he wasn’t truly in control. He wanted to draw this out, but she’d simply aroused him too much. There was no build up, no gradual incline into passion. Vincent was slamming into his mother almost immediately, desperate to cum. He felt a bit guilty in the back of his mind, as the sound of the impact of their flesh filled their living room. He was aware of nothing but her. Gina was his whole world. And she pulled him in with each stroke, moaning, responding, rolling her hips.

“That’s it, baby…” she said, egging him on.

Vincent was only able to growl in response. He was so turned on it was a kind of rage, uncontrollable, and fierce. And Gina loved every second of it.

“You…you can cum in me…if you want…” Gina said, barely getting the words out. It didn’t matter, however. Despite her deferential tone, she had wrapped her legs around her son’s, locking him in place, and as Vincent had learned, she had very strong thighs and calves. She wanted every drop of him.

Vincent buried his face in his mother’s neck and bit, trying not to make too much noise. He would have shouted otherwise. As it was, Gina cried out, partially from the shock of the bite, but mostly from the orgasm which suddenly seized her. Between the climax of pleasure and her son’s forceful pounding, she felt like she had been rendered into nothing but a little puddle of pleasure. She stopped fighting and gave in.

For a bit the lovers lay like that together, in the afterglow, not even considering that one had born the other. Then they looked into each other’s eyes and the realization came crashing down. Neither felt guilt. Both felt responsibility. Gina would not be predatory towards her wonderful, handsome son. She would pleasure him in any way she could. Vincent would never harm or simply take from his mother. He would use her, yes, but only as she wanted and needed to be used.

After a bit. Vincent became aware of how much noise they had made, and he stood quickly, then zipped up. Gina took another moment then stood and helped him get the couch back in order. Then they went upstairs and to their separate bedrooms. It was late and tomorrow would come fast. Besides, Vincent was a young man and needed his rest.

* * *

Gina had just finished breakfast. She didn’t try to make it every day. That would simply be too much with her work, but every Saturday she made an exception. She loved to make pancakes and eggs and bacon, and she knew that the kids appreciated it too, even as they got older. It made her feel more “traditional” and “domesticated”, like she was carrying on something that her own mother taught her. Naturally, that got her thinking about what she had done with Vincent two nights previously. She flushed and squirmed and almost forgot to flip the eggs.

God. It had been so much better than she had anticipated. He was wonderful and kind and so eager. Not that she would tell him, but Vincent had also been adorable. And then…well…fierce. He had gone in her mind from the cute young man, to a handsome one, to the sexiest man she’d ever met. She practically salivated yesterday morning when she’d seen him leaving the bathroom, in nothing but a towel. Without thinking, she’d stopped him in the hall and ran her hand down his firm chest, then kissed him. Before she knew what was happening he was pressing her against the wall, his towel falling off. Only the sound of one of the girls moving in her room stopped them from going much further, right there. That had been dangerous.

And that was to say nothing of the first time itself. Thursday night had been simply magical. Gina hadn’t felt that sexy in over a decade. Having her own son enter her as she lay on her back had been incredible. Having him cum inside her as they looked deeply into one another’s eyes had been something else entirely. She loved feeling his seed inside of her, but…she really should have insisted that he use a condom. Or should have gone back on birth control weeks ago when she’d first really started thinking about seducing her son.

That had been very dangerous.

“Mom,” Helena said in that patronizing tone that only teenage girls seem to have. “You need to be more careful!”

“I…what?” Gina said, feeling her blood turn to ice, unable to turn around.

“I found your underwear on the kitchen floor on Friday morning,” Helena clarified. “I put them in the laundry. God, what if Vincent had found them instead of me? You need to be more careful with your clothes.”

“Gross,” Lucia said, albeit in a voice more amused than actually affronted.

“Yeah,” Vincent said, sitting at the table. She hadn’t heard her son enter the room, but she could hear that he was having difficulty not laughing. “That would have been really embarrassing, Mom. Almost as bad as if I had seen you naked.”

“Don’t make it weirder than it already is, Vin-cent!” Helena said, dramatically.

“If the three of you are done commenting on my underwear, breakfast is ready,” Gina said, after finally getting control of herself. She brought the dishes and food to the table. The kids served themselves. Lucia took extra bacon, Helena took extra pancakes, and Vincent took extra everything. That was probably good, given what she was going to ask him. She sat down and took some eggs and pancakes.

“Vincent, do you still think Bleys and Elliot are free today?” She asked.

“Yeah. We were just going to hang out. Do you still need that landscaping stuff done?”

“You read my mind.”

“I’ll call them. I’m sure they’ll jump at earning some extra money.”

“Don’t forget, I’m paying you too.”

“Nah, Mom. It’s cool. I live here, remember?”

Gina and Vincent shared a glance and a smile that had nothing to do with the conversation. She wasn’t going to argue with him. After all, who was she to tell her man what to do?

* * *

Gina felt the sun on her back as she continued to dig the tiny holes and plant the seedlings. Her herb garden was going to be huge this year. Just the way she’d always wanted it. She took a quick break and looked up. The boys were joking and laughing on the other side of her back yard. That was okay with her, though. They could take breaks. She’d paid Vincent’s two friends (Bleys and Elliot) to come help her and her son to spread mulch, dig holes, move small trees, and various other tasks that needed to be done. She’d tried to pay Vincent, but as always, he refused. He saw it as part of his duty. Another thrill ran through her at the thought of that, and she squirmed in place. She hoped that wherever Frank was, he wasn’t judging her too harshly. Then again, she was pretty open about this sort of thing, and he had known about her family secrets.

Now that Gina thought about it, there was something particularly appealing in having three fine young men, all very different, working hard and sweating for her viewing. Bleys was already tall and strong, with his mother Linda’s bright red hair and clear eyes. Linda couldn’t stop talking about how amazing he was around the house, and if Gina didn’t know better, she would have thought that there was some level of taboo attraction there.

Then there was Elliot. Quiet and reserved, but with deep brown eyes and hair a few shades darker than his mothers bright blonde. He was shorter than the other boys, but he had broad shoulders and he was already a fine looking man. Elliot’s mother Raquel watched him like a hawk, though, and Gina smiled. Raquel had been an infamous and unapologetic slut back in the day, and innocent, sweet, smart boys like Elliot were just her type. Gina was absolutely sure that while Raquel would never admit it, she definitely had sexual thoughts about her son.

And that left her own son, Vincent, who seemed to be taking over all of her thoughts these days.

There was nothing wrong with enjoying looking at the other boys, of course, but she had her own son, just like her friends had theirs. Or rather, her son had her. Thinking those thoughts were distracting, making her less productive, but it wasn’t like she could stop them.

As if on queue, her son took off his t-shirt, already stained with sweat, and started shoveling even harder. The muscles in his back shifted and moved in a way that was almost hypnotic to her. God, he was so strong. He could pick her up and toss her easily. If he wanted to, he could force her into any position he wanted, and she wouldn’t be able to resist him at all.

Not if. When. And she knew that she wouldn’t resist. She no longer even had the capacity, much less any desire to do so. For a moment, Gina felt guilty. Not, strangely, at the incestuous and deeply forbidden relationship, but that she should still be allowed to be happy while her husband was dead. She sighed, a bit mournfully, and returned to her gardening.

* * *

“Dude, your mom is absolutely killing it today in that tank top and those tight shorts,” Bleys said.

“Don’t go there, Bleys,” Vincent growled out, shoveling more dirt out for Elliot to spread.

“It’s not our fault she’s a fucking fox,” Elliot noted with a smirk.

Vincent rolled his eyes. It was an old game between them. Since they had learned what sex was, they had each realized that their mothers were, objectively, fucking hot. Therefore they considered it their sacred duty to mention it every time that they were at each other’s houses. Today, it was Vincent’s turn to suffer through it. Normally, he would have been fine with it, but today…it was freaking him out. The hard work had been a good distraction from the things he’d done to his mother already. Still, he couldn’t really blame them for looking at his mother. Her tits were practically spilling out of her shirt, and her shorts barely reached her ample thighs. And when she moved, hnng. She jiggled and shifted in the most amazing ways. Vincent sighed.

“You’re right,” Vincent said. “My Mom is…looking really good today.”

“Wow, Vincent admits it, finally,” Bleys said, looking over at Elliot. But Elliot was suddenly silent, clearly lost in his thoughts.

“Are you all right, Elliot? You’re quieter than normal,” Vincent noted. He always was perceptive.

“Y-yeah. I’m…I guess I’m nervous. I had kind of a thing with…with an older woman last night. I’m supposed to meet her again today.”

“Wait, Elliot…you have a date with a MILF?” Bleys said with obvious disbelief.

“Oh hey, thanks for that reaction. I didn’t really need any self-esteem, it’s fine,” Elliot said with a wry little smile.

“N-no, dude, I didn’t mean you couldn’t get a date I just…I mean…I meant that…,” Bleys struggled to explain himself. Elliot’s home life was complex. He was a preacher’s son and…

“What Bleys means is that we’re both shocked your mom let you date. She’s really…protective…of you,” Vincent said, saving Bleys.

“Yeah,” Elliot said, before laughing. “I guess I wouldn’t have expected it either. I just…well…lets just say it’s weird and leave it at that.”

“You’re not gonna tell us who she is?” Bleys asked.

“No. No I will not,” Elliot said with a smirk. Vincent shrugged. It was his business and it made sense that he might have to keep his new woman secret. After all, if his mom Raquel found out, she would flip.

Vincent stopped, and buried the shovel into the ground. He shot a glance at his mom, managed to get a look straight down her tank top, and then blushed and looked away. She was at least out of earshot.

“Guys, uh…do you…do you ever think about your moms?” Vincent asked, voice almost cracking.

“What do you mean?” Bleys said, but his blush told Vincent that he already knew, but couldn’t bring himself to talk about it.

“Are you asking us if we ever think about our own moms when we jerk off?” Elliot asked, nonchalantly, still shoveling.

“Y-yeah. I guess I am,” Vincent replied. “Because…I mean…I do. I know it’s fucked up but…I feel a lot of things when I see Mom dressed like that.”

Elliot laughed, but it wasn’t harsh.

“How could you not?” Elliot responded. “Like we keep saying, your mom is hot. The other night…my mom was wearing a silk nightgown. It covered her body but it gripped her when she walked. I could see almost everything. I couldn’t help but get turned on.”

“S-so you’re saying that you jerk it…to your mom?” Bleys asked, incredulously.

“Yes,” Elliot replied without hesitation. “And since Vincent asked the question, I know he does too. And we all know you do, Bleys. And who could blame you? Your mom keeps herself in incredible shape, dude, and she’s always all over you, hugging and praising you. If you weren’t her son…well…”

“Well what?” Bleys said, almost challenging him.

“It doesn’t matter, Bleys. I’m just saying I don’t think that there’s anything wrong with us being into our moms. And I’m not going to sit around feeling guilty about it,” Elliot added with finality.

The three boys worked silently then, and finally, Gina had mercy on them. She brought them lemonade, paid and thanked Bleys and Elliot with a kiss on the cheek before they left, and then went back to her own gardening. Vincent followed her back. He stood over her, and she knew that he was taking her in. So, she figured she’d give him the show he wanted.

Gina dug a row of new holes, and planted seeds in each one, and then went through and covered each one with a mix of dirt and fertilizer. She moved a bit faster than she needed to, and stopped more abruptly. She knew how it would make her body move and jiggle, especially her ass. She often felt a bit overweight, but she was not unaware of the impact her body had on men like her husband…and her son. To her surprise, Vincent reached down and grabbed her ass. Not hard or painfully, he gave it a quick squeeze before he let her go, sighing. There was affection in the lewd act, and Gina felt…appreciated.

“What has gotten into you?” she asked, laughing.

“You have, mom. Don’t pretend that you didn’t wear that outfit to entice me.”

Gina smirked, knowing that Vincent couldn’t see her expression. While she also got a little thrill from Vincent’s friends watching her bend and move, she had chosen the shorts and tank top especially for her son. She half-expected him to take her by the arm and lead her into the house. That would be a little dangerous with Lucia in the house, but she would probably be in her own room, dead to the world. Gina did not, however, expect what actually happened.

As Gina heard her son get down behind her, she bent forward to dig another hole…and give her son a better view of her ass. Vincent knelt behind her, and then pulled her shorts and panties down at the same time, quickly, but not roughly. She made a small, undignified chirp of surprise, and Vincent chuckled darkly. God…he could see how wet she was now. Gina did not want to stop her son but she couldn’t stop her own thoughts from racing.

“Vincent, if your sister came outside now, she could see what you’re doing…”

“Are you telling me to stop, mom?”

Gina paused. She did not want that.

“It’s not my place to tell you what to do with your property…”

“Good. Because right now I want to make full use of you.”

Gina felt her face grow flushed. Did he intend to mount her right here? She dropped her trowel and put both of her hands down on the earth, without thinking. She would be more stable and open to him this way. As her son’s fingers slid inside her, she moaned deeply and arched her back.

God. Yes. This was what she needed.

“Vincent…” she said.

“Yes, Mom?” He replied, and she could hear his smirk. He stopped fingering her for a moment, just long enough to pull her tank top up over her breasts, freeing them. Then he groped her tits while simultaneously pistoning his finger inside of her.

This was so fucking wrong and Gina never wanted it to end. She knew she was dripping all over her son’s hand. If anyone saw them…god…she would look like such a slut.

“You’re making me yours completely, Vincent. I can’t even tell you how turned on I get around you.”

“Do you want something, Mom?”

“Y-you know what I want.”

“Say it, mom. Tell me.”

When Gina finally answered her son’s imperative, she was astonished at how needy she sounded.

“Vincent…please fuck me. Please. I want your cock so bad.”

Gina was rewarded with the sound of her son fumbling to take his shorts ofs. He was excited for her, too. He was close, and probably wouldn’t last long. That was fine by Gina, as long as every drop ended up inside of her. She may have belonged to her son, but her son’s cum belonged to her.

At last, Gina felt Vincent’s cock pushing into her, easily sliding between her wet and swollen lips, stretching her out gloriously, forcing a grunt from him and a low moan from her.

“Y-you have to be quick,” Gina said, barely maintaining any focus.

“Are you telling me how to use my property?” Vincent growled back. She shuddered and clenched around his cock. When had he gotten so commanding? Was he doing it for her? Had he already figured his mother out that easily. God, if he had, she would be helpless to…Vincent started to thrust wickedly, interrupting her train of thought.

“Vincent! Fuck…no…I’m…I’m yours…”

“Good. Because I’m going to use you out here in the yard, and if anyone sees us I am not going to stop.”

“B-but…” Gina started to protest but Vincent stepped up his pace. He was going quickly, and with a lot of force. The impact of him on her ass seemed so loud to her.

“This is your fucking fault, mom. You dressed in those tight little shorts and that slutty fucking shirt. You were provoking me. Admit it!”

“Yes…yes I want…I want this so bad, Vincent. I want you to want me…”

“And you wanted to make me jealous in front of my friends…well…I’m going to remind you who you belong to, Mom.”

Gina couldn’t think any more, but whimpered in response. Vincent gently pushed her head down, and she folded her elbows in front of her and laid her head upon them, and the smell of the fresh mulch did not deter her enjoyment. She arched her back more, almost to the point of pain. She wanted her son to be as deep as possible before he came.

Vincent started to grunt and groan then, clearly excited beyond reason himself. He was going even harder now. Gina shuddered under each thrust, and knew her ass must be quaking with every impact. Frank had loved seeing that. She wondered if Vincent enjoyed it as well.

“Fuck!” Vincent exclaimed, at last, forcing himself incredibly deep within her before letting himself start to cum. Gina felt the warmth of her son’s seed spreading deep within her, and that was enough to push her over the edge. Her body locked up, her hands clutched at the mulch, and she cried out. For just a moment, she blacked out, but came back to herself almost immediately.

Her son had cum in her, again. Gina panted through her sated smile. He was such a good boy.

* * *

“So what, this is your work’s big yearly party?” Vincent asked.

“Yep,” Gina said with an excited smile. Helena and Lucia shared a look of confusion.

“And you want me to go as your date?” Vincent said.

“Yep,” his mother said, surprising all of her children, and smiling still more widely.

It was morning and everyone was getting ready for school, Vincent included. While it was unusual for his mother to spring something like this on him early in the day, he could tell that she was very excited. He remembered his mother and father having gone to this party many times before. A formal corporate affair of his mother’s employer, Vincent would have to wear a suit and make conversation with people much older than him. On the other hand, he knew that his parents had a good time every year, and the food and drink was excellent. But really, the only thing that mattered to Vincent was that his mother was excited, and that she almost certainly wouldn’t go unless he accompanied her. It was an easy decision.

“Sure thing, Mom. I’ll be ready on Saturday night.”

* * *

Friday was busy for Vincent. Between class, homework, driving the girls around, and then going to Helena’s track meet (Lucia was hanging out with friends and Gina had to work late) he was worn out. He considered how much he had taken on since his father’s death, and yet again wondered if he shouldn’t just attend college from home next year. He could still help with the girls then. And, of course, he would have much easier access to his mother. Gina, however, would want him to go away for college, he suspected. She wouldn’t want to hold him back from the same sort of college experience she had. But Vincent had his own thoughts on the matter.

In any case, he ended up sleeping in on Saturday, despite wanting to get up early and do some extra chores around the house. Gina was pleased to see him getting some of the minor house repairs done, but she shooed him away after only an hour of work, and more or less forced him to relax that afternoon, although she didn’t make time to be with him. On a normal Saturday, he’d have tried to get her in his room for a bit for a quickie during the day, or at least gotten her to go down on him, but Gina was busy all day with one thing or another. He wondered if his mother was trying to work him up.

Vincent’s question was answered later that evening. He had finished ironing his suit and getting dressed. It was a simple black suit, red tie, white shirt. Very straightforward, but his father had insisted on getting it tailored for him, and Vincent had to admit that it was worth the effort.. He looked much older than eighteen in the mirror. He looked twenty-three at least.

Vincent went downstairs just at the right time, so of course his mother wasn’t downstairs yet. In the past, he knew his father would have playfully shouted upstairs at her to “get her cute butt in gear” and while it was tempting to do the same, he felt like that was their thing. Instead he walked in and chatted with his sisters in the living room. They were watching some kind of video game screen on the tv. The game was kind of lame but the streamer was engaging, so Vincent was distracted when Gina finally spoke.

“Ready, Vincent?” Gina said, the slightest purr in her voice.

Vincent turned to look at her and narrowly managed to avoid dropping his jaw in shock. Gina was in the hottest dress he’d ever seen. No, that was wrong. Gina, his mother, was the most sexy woman he had ever seen, and the dress existed solely to show that fact off.

The dress was black, and hung from two tiny straps on Gina’s shoulders, which were otherwise bare. It plunged quite low, exposing the top of her bust and quite a lot of cleavage. In fact, Vincent suspected that the size of his mother’s breasts were a lot of what was holding the dress up. He didn’t know the term for it, but the dress gripped his mother all over her body, showing nearly all of her soft curves. It ended above her mid-thigh. She was a work of art in it. She was almost obscenely attractive.

“Damn, Mom,” Lucia said. “You look good!” Vincent smiled at her reaction. Lucia had a similar body type to her mother (while Helena was more slender and athletic) and sometimes had a great deal of anxiety over being ‘overweight’. Seeing Gina like this was probably good for both of their self esteem.

“Earth to Vincent,” Gina said, a twinkle of mischief in her eye. She was obviously quite pleased with the effect her outfit had on her son. Vincent snapped himself out of his trance.

“I know, I know. We’ll be late. I’ll go start the car,” Vincent said before he strutted out the door, leaving Gina trembling. Did he have any idea what he did to her? She got herself together, then walked into the living room.

“Order yourself pizza later. Get whatever you want. Don’t forget that we’ll be late,” Gina said.

“Cool,” Helena said, but she didn’t look away from the twitch stream on the screen.

“We got this, Mom. Just go easy on Vincent, okay? I mean, like…he’s never been to a party like this before. I’m not sure he’s even been to one since Dad…you know.” Lucia said.

Gina smiled despite the reference..

“Your brother knows how to handle himself. It will be good for him. I’ll make sure he has a good time,” Gina said. And having said it, she knew she would.

In a minute, Gina was outside, slinking into the passenger seat of the car, enjoying Vincent’s glance at her legs and bust as she settled in. That wasn’t the only reason she had worn this particularly provocative outfit, but it was part of her motive. She had expected him to be attentive and aroused, but as soon as her seat belt clicked, Vincent immediately was on her, kissing her neck, groping her breast then making out with her.

“Vincent…” Gina said, before moaning. This wasn’t what she had expected. This was far, far better.

“God, Mom, you smell so fucking good. How did Dad ever get anything done around you?”

“Sometimes he didn’t. Sometimes he was greedy for me, just like you are. I always loved that about him. Now I love that about both of you.”

For a minute, the two made out in the car, but rather than things escalating like they typically would, they stopped, and then rested their heads against one another, both panting.

“We should go,” Gina said, regretfully. “We’re already a bit late.”

“Y-yeah. The party,” Vincent said, coming back to himself. “And we probably shouldn’t do that in the driveway where the girls could see us.”

Gina laughed.

“That’s right, Mr. Insatiable, we probably shouldn’t but…it was fun, wasn’t it?”

Vincent smiled.

“Yeah, it was, Mom.”

As the drive went on, however, Gina became more concerned that something was wrong. Vincent was quiet, his expression pensive. She put her hand on his thigh reassuringly and he jumped.

“What’s bothering you, baby?” Gina asked.

“I’m sorry Mom, I’m just…nervous…”

“What about? I mean…everyone knows you’re my son and you’re coming as a favor to me…so no one’s going to suspect anything…”

“No, it isn’t that. I’m just…I’m afraid I’m going to embarrass you.”

Gina laughed.

“What? You’ve never embarrassed me…”

“Yeah but…Dad was a natural at this stuff. He got along with everyone, he could make everyone laugh. He made a good impression.”

“He made me look better by being with me,” Gina agreed. “But you’re forgetting something.”

“What’s that?”

“He was a lot older than you. He’d had his whole life to become what he was. You’re still growing into yourself…”

“But what if I…I’m sorry. I’m freaking out a little bit. I never dress up and do this stuff and you look so amazing and…”

Vincent trailed off. Gina smiled and ran her hand through his hair gently as he drove. She loved the focused look he got at times like this, even if she wished he felt better.

“You need something to distract yourself, young man,” Gina said, with a sly smile.

“W-what do you mean?”

“I think you know, baby,” Gina said, motherly tone turned seductive, “do you want Mommy to make it alll better?”

“Wh-what?”

“I mean, do you want to cum in Mommy’s mouth, Vincent? Just find a place to park so I don’t cause a wreck. I’ll take care of you.”

At first he thought she was joking, and then was worried about being even more late, and then he just thought: What the fuck is the matter with me? Mom wants to blow me in the car right now and I’m worried about being on time?

Vincent turned off of the busy road and drove quickly. He growled as his mother found his hard cock even as he pulled into a deserted corporate parking lot. The lights was off, and it looked like everyone had gone home, but honestly he didn’t care. He was suddenly even hornier than he had been when he saw her come out in that dress.

Vincent stopped and Gina was giggling already and undoing his fly.

“I haven’t done anything like this for years,” Gina said. “It’s so naughty…put your hand on the back of my neck, baby and just…use me. Move me up and down your cock like I’m just your toy.”

“Will you be okay, Mom?”

“Yes. You’re sweet but…force me, Vincent,” Gina said, almost panting. “Please. It will absolutely get me off.”

Gina, reached into his pants and slowly and carefully pulled his cock out, much the same way she would have eaten a delicious chocolate. When she took him in her mouth, she was careful to angle herself so she could look her son in the eyes. He groaned and she assumed a more comfortable position. It was important to her to be as desirable as possible. To be…and her thoughts stopped.

Vincent had put his hand on the back of her neck. He was careful not to put his hand in her hair the way he wanted to, as he knew that would muss it. Gina felt a strange new wave of arousal as she realized that she’d raised such a considerate young man.

“You’re gorgeous like this, mom,” Vincent said. His voice was hoarse with desire but he was much more in control than he had been when they’d started fucking. He was a quick learner. All Gina could do was moan as he suddenly pushed her head down with enough force to surprise her, but not so far that it hurt her.

Gina gagged as he was suddenly deep in her throat, but forced herself to keep her focus. She had to remember that she was doing this for him. She was his object, her purpose to please and relax him. He was grunting now, forcing her head down harder and faster as she went. She knew that she must be quite wet by now.

Gina lost track of time. It could have been a minute or a half-hour, but suddenly her son groaned in a masculine, demanding way, and he was cumming. Her tongue was covered in his cum, her mouth too full, overflowing into her throat and dribbling down her chin. She swallowed as fast as she could. It wouldn’t do to spit out something so important as her son’s semen.

Vincent finally released her neck. Gina hadn’t cum, but she was vibrating all over, and knew that if she had to stand, her legs would be too wobbly to support her. He had been perfect. She looked up, and smiled innocently at her son. To Vincent, she looked like a saint. With a single finger she wiped the droplet of escaped cum from her chin, and sucked it off as though it were the most delicious treat.

“Better?” She asked.

Vincent sighed.

“Much. Thank you, Mom.”

“Anything for you, Vincent. Anything.”

And then Vincent was zipping up, and they were getting back on the road.

* * *

A short time of comfortable silence passed as Vincent drove.

“This has already been a really great night for me Mom,” he said, voice much more relaxed. “But all I’ve done for you so far is drive. I think I owe you.”

Gina laughed softly. She felt good about having been able to help him.

“You do enough for me every day, Vincent. And I think you do enough for the girls, too. They already know they can rely on you. I think you need to live your own life, too. I worry that…maybe…I shouldn’t have told you about how I felt. How I was raised.”

“Do you regret what we’ve done, Mom?”

“No. Not at all. I love every minute we’ve spent together as…well…more than mother and son. I just…I mean…you should be out seeing girls your age. You should be getting laid with…um…”

“Girls like you when you were younger?” Vincent said, laughing.

“Well, yes. Girls like me and Raquel and Linda. They’re out there. And…you know…we were all kind of slutty but we never cheated. We were each good dates and girlfriends in our own way. I just don’t want you to miss out on your forever girl because…you’re stuck on me.”

“What if you are my forever girl, Mom? Have you thought of that?”

“Vincent…you know that’s not the case.”

“Are you sure? Do you feel like I don’t love you enough? Do you feel like you don’t love me enough? Because I’ve never felt this way about anyone else, ever. So if I meet someone, then I guess they need to be okay with me fucking my mom. Because I’m not going to stop”

“God, I don’t think any girls are going to be happy with that.”

“Then I guess you’re stuck with me,” Vincent said with a smirk. “Oh…this looks like it.”

Vincent pulled into a parking lot next to a large hotel. He tried not to look intimidated but he could tell immediately that this was far fancier than any place he’d ever been to before.

“Where do I park?” He asked, almost to himself.

“You don’t. Pull up there. They have valet parking,” Gina said.

“Oh,” Vincent said, feeling simple. He thought of his mother again, sitting next to him in that devastating little black dress. Did he really come anywhere near her level of sophistication and class? Was he going to embarrass her? Then he remembered her mouth wrapped around his cock, and the nervous thoughts faded away.

* * *

The size of the affair had been a bit bewildering. There were hundreds of people here, and Vincent’s mom seemed to know all of them.

“Oh my god you must be Vincent. You look a lot like your dad. But you’ve got your mom’s eyes,”

The speaker, a lovely blonde woman a bit older than Gina, said something that had been expressed quite a bit at the party. Vincent was flattered by the comparison. He’d always looked up to his father, and as it turned out there were a lot of people here who shared his impression.

They all knew about his father’s passing, of course, and he caught more than one pitying look. Especially from the women. Often mixed with undisguised lust. Before he started sleeping with his mother he never would have known the signs, but they were there. He was a bit grateful for his mother wrapping her arm around his, almost territorially.

It seemed to keep the she-wolves at bay.

Of course, Gina was drawing a lot of attention as well. Quite a few men and one woman had approached her flirtatiously once they learned that Vincent was her son and not her “actual” date. When they did, it set off an uncomfortable spark of jealousy in him. She was his.

Immediately after he felt a wash of guilt. Their relationship was…unique, but Gina was still her own woman. She still made the money that paid for the house, supported him in every way possible, and still was a great mom to his sisters. Even realizing this, as the night went on, his brief flares of possessive anger grew more and more intense.

After spending an hour or so mingling among the many people, eating, and chatting, Gina looked at her son. She was thinking to ask him if he was still having fun. She could stay until the party ended, but she was conscientious of Vincent. When she caught his eye, however, she found his gaze to be almost frightening. She knew immediately what Vincent was thinking. His jealousy aroused her immediately.

“A-are you all right?” she asked.

Vincent took her arm, gently, and began to lead her away from their table and out of the ballroom. Away from people. Away from anything. Gina went, willingly. Eagerly. But she did not walk faster. She realized almost immediately what he needed and wanted, and she intended to give it to him.

And to do that, she had to be a bit…provocative.

“I think I need your help with something, mom. Maybe we could talk where its quiet.”

Vincent led them into the hall, and then down another one. The cheap hotel-carpet muffled all sound from the party in the ballroom. They were alone.

“Are you all right, Vincent?” Gina asked. She knew her son was upset, but it was hard to read how.

“He fucking touched your arm, mom,” Vincent said, deadpan. His voice was so firm it set a frisson up Gina’s spine.

“Why, Vincent. If I didn’t know better I would say you’re jealous of the attention I’m getting,” Gina said, fluttering her eyelashes just enough to be infuriating.

Vincent’s nostrils flared, and for just a moment his anger flared again before being replaced with shame. This was his mother. It didn’t matter what their relationship had become. He loved her. He closed his eyes, forcing himself to regain control. He only opened them when he felt Gina’s hand on his chest. She was, to his surprise, smiling at him.

“It’s all right, Vincent. Being a little possessive, even jealous, is just human. The key is what you do with it. Bad men hurt their wives and girlfriends. Good men talk to them.”

“I’m sorry, mom. I guess I still feel like I’m not good enough…and seeing all these people openly hit on you…”

Gina nodded sympathetically.

“It’s rough. I can’t stand watching girls flirt with you, either. And I can see you’re full of frustration and energy. And I bet you’re hard as a rock, too.”

Vincent nodded. Gina took his arm and led him further down the hall, then pulled him sideways into another room.

“Perfect,” Gina said. Vincent looked around the room. It wasn’t that large, just a room with an oval table, comfortable chairs surrounding it, and a large television with speakers and cameras for video conferencing. A fairly standard meeting room.

“What are we doing here, mom?”

“Well…you were good enough to tell me how you felt. And frankly, it won’t do for my man to feel so threatened. Maybe you need reassurances. Maybe I need to be reminded as to who owns me.”

“Right here?”

“Right here. Unless you don’t want to. I mean, we can always wait until…aaah!”

Gina couldn’t help but cry out as Vincent grabbed her, but it wasn’t fear that motivated her. Just as she understood her son so well, he already knew exactly what she needed. How she needed to be reminded. Her son had taken her arms in his hands, from behind, firmly and suddenly, but not violently. He slowly pushed her to the edge of the table, forcing her forward, forcing her to bend as she couldn’t move any more. She felt her skirt ride up, and cool air on her ass. A stinging spank rang out, and Gina made a noise between a moan and a whimper.