Kapitel 3472: FRIDAY NIGHT
Mikey stood in the shower and let the hot water flow over his teen body.
It was Friday night. The end of the school week. He'd attended his classes and worked his ass off in all his subjects, just like he'd agreed with his parents to do so. He was in his last year, the final stretch before his exams the coming summer, he knew that he couldn't afford to slack off, not if he wanted a job that paid well. But knowing and doing were always two different things, he found.
In the past, try as he might, he just couldn't find the self-discipline to stick with his studies. He slacked off. He cut classes and skipped school. It wasn't that he was academically challenged, more a case of becoming bored easily. He found the lessons tedious, school a drag full stop.
His teachers had called in his parents at the start of the year. He'd had to wait at home knowing that they were discussing him and his attitude. An hour and a half between them leaving the house till them arriving back. The look his father had given him upon their return told Mikey that he was in trouble. His father didn't speak to him at all that night, neither the next day. His mom had gone on through into the kitchen and stayed in there till she'd called for them to come and eat.
When his father had eventually spoken to him, he called Mikey in to the front room and sat him down on the sofa across from where he sat in a chair. He laid out what he expected of his son during what remained of his time at school. He never once mentioned Mikey's poor attendance or performance at school. He told Mikey what was expected of him. How his life was to be lived while he remained under his parent's roof. What he could and could not do.
Mikey's father then told him the deal clincher.
He'd saved the best for last.
After their talk both men had sat facing each other in silence. A minute passed, Mikey taking in what his father had just said. His father allowing the full weight of the gift he was allowing his son to partake of, should he do as he was told.
His father had told him: do well at school during the week and come Friday night he'd be rewarded.
It was now Friday night.
Mikey had attended his classes and worked his ass off in all his subjects, just like he'd agreed with his parents to do.
He was upstairs in the shower.
Waiting for his reward.
Aroused and erect.
He heard his mom enter the bathroom before he saw her. Steam from the hot water clouded the air, fogging up the glass cubicle door, a fine mist of water rising towards the extracting fan built into the wall near the ceiling.
Mikey took a step backwards across the shower tray. His back to the tiled wall as the cubicle door opened and his naked mother stepped in.
He took in her womanly form. Her dark, long hair. Her naked shoulders and chest. Her generously full bosom and tender tummy. The way her hips filled out below her waist. Her shapely legs and small feet. The dark stip of hair that rose from between her legs and nestled atop her pubic mound.
His pulse quickened as his mom stepped closer to him, the water from the shower head spraying down over her and upon her shoulders.
He noticed that her toenails were painted. He suddenly couldn't find the strength to lift his face and meet her gaze. His heart hammered in his chest and he suddenly felt physically sick.
A moment of panic struck him.
He felt acid rise up inside of him and burn his throat.
It had all sounded so ideal when his father had proposed the deal. The idea had thrilled and kept him excited while waiting for tonight. It had giving him a newfound determination to succeed in school. To knuckle down and allow time to fly while he waited for tonight to arrive.
Now he felt terrible.
"Mikey," his mom spoke, her hand lifting his chin and bringing his eyes to meet hers. "Calm down. You look like you're ready to bolt. Just relax, won't you."
Mikey worked on his breathing as he stood back against the tiled wall. His body began to shiver, the cold ceramic chilling his skin. His mom took his hand and brought him back under the flow of hot water. Both their bodies so close together, crowding under the spray of the shower head as they stood naked. Mother and son. Son and mother. Both of them waiting to see who would make the first move.
"Do you want to do this, honey?" His mom asked him. "It's fine if you don't. This is a big deal after all, no matter what your father says."
Mikey could only stand mute as he listened to her words.
His eyes taking in his mom's face, following the line of her neck downwards to her body and over her chest. As he stood there, gazing upon the heavy mounds and full curves of her tits, his mouth watered at the prospect of taking an erect stubby nipple between his lips and teasing it with his tongue.
He jumped with shocked surprise as his mom's hand slipped over his thickened penis and held it in her warm soft hand.
"Mikey, you need to answer, honey. Do you want to do this?"
His mom was fondling him as she asked. The back of her hand stroking along the pole-like length of him, the knuckles dragging one by one over the tumescent cylinder of his sex.
She stepped closer. Their bodies met under the cascading water. Mikey's boyish frame meeting the soft, fuller, womanly body of his mom. The contact felt like a buzz of electricity running over his skin.
He no longer felt ill. The reason why his breathing was so fast was now solely brought about by arousal.
His mom lifted her leg and brought it up against his. The soft, smooth flesh of her inner thigh rubbing sensuously over the long muscle of his leg.
As she leant into him he felt the touch of her pubic hair tickling his skin.
He braced his legs, feet apart, supporting both his own and his mom's weight.
She still held his swollen cock. Her fingers wrapped around his aroused flesh possessively. Her eyes bored into his with an intensity that he'd never known from her before. It scared him as much as thrilled.
Her lips came close to his. Touched, and then her teeth nipped his bottom lip.
His cock throbbed and his mom felt it. She tightened her grip on him and rubbed her pussy along the length of his thigh.
"What's wrong, son? Cat got your tongue?"
She reached for the soap and stepped back from him.
He watched as she worked up a soapy lather and began to wash herself.
His cock was stiffly standing to attention and pointing towards her. Now her hands were no longer upon its flesh he ached from the loss.
Mikey took himself in hand and slowly pumped upon his shaft as he watched her.
Watched as the water ran over her hair.
His mom's dark tresses were plastered to her head and shoulders in a dark, sleek caress. The soapy suds slipped over her flesh, slipping southward with the flow of hot water that poured over her body and had the white frothy bubbles seeking the valleyed gap between her breasts so they could trickle down over her stomach. The soap reached her middle, her dark strip of hair barring the way and stopping the journey. Mikey's breath caught in his throat as he witnessed his mom's fingers slip over her mound and circle between her legs.
His lips moved and a noise emitted out of his mouth before he even knew he had made it.
His mom paused and looked up at him. "So, it was a cat that caught your tongue. Or should I say pussy."
"I -," Mikey began to speak. But he found that he couldn't.
Their bodies came together again. His mom's hand once again taking hold of his tumescent sex.
Her lips were close to his ear. She whispered.
"What you're trying to say is; I've done all that was asked of me by my father. Worked my butt off at school this past week and now I demand that I be given my reward. That's it, right?"
She pulled back and looked at him.
Mikey could only mutely nod in agreement. But that wasn't enough for his mother.
"Then say it. Tell me, this is what you want. Tell your mother to get down on her knees and service that young cock of yours. Open her lips and suck you till you cum."
It took two attempts at speech before he managed to answer.
"Please." It was all he could say.
The look of absolute love that his mom gave him almost overwhelmed him. Her eyes grew large and soft, her free hand took his cheek and stroked across his smooth jaw. She kissed him, though this time a kiss unlike any she'd ever given him before. Their lips met and she blew his world.
His hands came up and took hold of his mom without thought, crushing her soft pliant body to his frame. Her tongue licked across the seam of his lips and he opened to it.
His first proper kiss, shared with his own mother in an illicit taboo tryst.
The water of the shower flowed over them both. The heat of the water only slightly hotter to the touch than the warmth coming from their aroused flesh.
Inside the shower cubicle they held each other and groaned into the other's mouth.
Son held his mother and felt her bullet-like nipples against his chest. Her warm, soft belly and womanly hips held close to his growing masculine, powerful frame.
Mother held her son and witnessed how much of a man he had become. Her hand holding onto his youthful erection, her fingers still gripping the throbbing flesh as their kiss came to an end.
Mikey stood, gazing down as his mom began to kneel before him.
Her small fist began a slow pump upon his erection as her eyes came almost level to it.
Her hand felt amazing. He'd never known another hand on his dick other than his own. Seeing and feeling his mom jerking him off in the shower was almost too much for Mikey to believe.
His breath whistled on the intake as his mom's lips met the end of his cock. His knees nearly gave way as his cock-crown entered her mouth and she began to suck him.
The warmth of her mouth shocked him. He moaned and wasn't sure if it was out loud or only inside of his head.
His hand shot backwards to steady himself against the tiled wall.
Soft mothering lips slipped over the length of his veined cock and the moist heat of her mouth washed over his flesh .
Her eyes were fixed upward to his, as she sucked him.
Mikey tore his gaze away quickly, as watching her nearly had him climax too soon. He tried to think of anything but what was happening, anything other than the sensation of her mouths movement upon him.
He managed to find self-control. Managed to not blow his load, and then allowed himself the luxury of watching her take him into her mouth.
The water flowed down over the slick shimmer of her hair, the moisture pouring down the slope of her back, down the length of her spine to where the swell of her womanly bottom began.
Looking down over his mother's body, as she serviced his cock for him, Mikey appreciated her mature milfy form. His mom was sexy. She had a curvy soccer-mom body and pretty-enough face. Add to that that she was willingly sucking his cock and Mikey, at that moment in time, loved his mom more than he had ever done before.
Her hand moved between her legs while she squatted before him. Mikey wasn't naive to not know what she was doing. Having his mom playing with her pussy, while she worked at bringing him off, only added to the taboo thrill.
The thought of her drinking his cum, as she held him inside of her mouth, filled his mind.
That thought brought him close to eruption, but he didn't want to explode so soon. His hand tentatively reached out and fixed itself upon his mom's head. His fingers flexing upon contact with her water slicked hair.
His mom groaned at his touch, her eyes immediately seeking his. Her reaction almost spelt the end of his composure. Mikey had to pull back and force his cock from between her lips.
The look his mom gave him told him she understood.
She stood back up without a word and cupped his balls.
"Did mommy almost make her baby cum too soon, sweetie? Now we both don't want that, do we?"
She turned her back on him and faced the wall, opening her legs as she did. She looked back at Mikey, expectation plain on her face, as her fingers reached between her legs and spread apart the feminine lips of her vulva.
Mikey stood there like a fool. Unsure what to do. His cock aching to be back inside something hot and wet, especially with it being oh-so-close to shooting off. But this wasn't part of the deal with his dad. He was only allowed to get his dick sucked from his mom, that's what he'd been told.
Now they'd come this far, Mikey found he had the words to express his confusion.
His mom's answer spelled out the situation succinctly: "But I never agreed to that part of the deal. It's time we made a new deal between ourselves, and kept it just between the two of us. Now get that big dick of yours over here and inside of me."
Mikey remained in place for several long seconds. Glued to the spot as he considered the incredible sin his mom was asking him to help her commit.
He thought of his father downstairs. Of him knowing that his wife was currently servicing their son's prick and expecting her to use her hand and mouth to accomplish the deed, so they'd uphold their end of the deal.
He looked around the cubicle at the tiles and wiped his hand over the fogged glass door. He looked out at the bathroom and the familiarity of the mirror, basin and bath mat. The familiar sight of normality warred with the bizarre engagement he was in the middle of. He'd spent all his life there living respectfully with his mom. Their relationship till now completely normal.
Mikey felt dizzyingly confused and momentarily at a loss for what to do.
He stood there looking outward through the glass-pane as his mom's hand took hold of his prick and moved him closer to her body.
He still looked out of the cloudy glass as his feet shuffled forward towards her bent over and offered body.
His eyes closed as he felt the tip of his dick meet with the tangle of hair that covered her vagina.
He bit his lip and inwardly voiced a silent howl of delight as his mom fitted the end of his shaft between the flowered lips of her sex.
Her hand let go of him once his tip was located just inside of her.
He suddenly knew what he wanted to do.
Mikey's hands lifted and took hold of his mom's hips.
His feet shuffled till he was in a better position.
He turned his head to her and opened his eyes.
His mom's head was turned away from him, her face downward and her hair a long, straight, wet ribbon that hung towards the shower tray. Her arse was full and round. He could just see the sides of her heavy tits hanging from her body beneath her chest. His fingers flexed and spread across the soft fullness of her hips. His hands moved and his palms slipped round her front and down over her middle. He felt her. Her pubic hair tangling between his fingers. His fingers moved between her legs until he touched himself, and then he brought his hands back to her hips.
Mikey pushed himself forward.
His cock moved further inside of the velvet-soft sheath that was his mom's cunt.
Her body readily opened to him.
Her hips tipped back towards him, encouraging him on.
Moments ago he was there at her opening. Now he was sliding in, filling her.
Her wetness enveloped him. The heat and snugness of her twat held his arousal and had his cock throbbing from the pleasure.
He thought on the sin he was committing. That they were both committing.
His mom's pussy sucked him in. She was melting upon him. The liquid core of her sex clenching and then milking. Her body began to shake and Mikey had to reach forward to steady her, and then hold her, as he realised she was climaxing.
Her cunt creamed over his solid prick.
He held her.
His hands took her tits in their palms. He cupped them. Weighed them and squeezed them. He pinched and pulled on her nipples and made his mother groan.
The shower still sprayed over them.
His cock began to work back and forth inside of the milf body of his mom.
His dad was downstairs, thinking he was oh-so-clever to have made the deal that would secure good exam results for his son. Downstairs in the front room, probably watching television and wondering what was for supper, as his own son fucked his mother while they showered.
Mikey pushed his swollen arousal into his mom.
His cock, still technically virgin, previously untouched and cherry still intact.
His balls were hot and tingly. He knew it wouldn't be long till he began to shoot.
He gripped his mom's hips and quickly thrust inside of her wetness, again and again.
Punching his cock forward inside of his mother's cunt, with a force that made their bodies meet with a slap.
His mom's hand was braced against the wall, helping her to push back upon him as he fucked her. Her other reached behind and held onto his thigh.
She lifted her head and looked over her shoulder at him. Twisting her neck and reaching towards him with her lips.
They kissed.
Mikey felt more power at the moment than he had ever felt before. He felt more confident, more assured, more like a man.
The kiss made him breathless. It was dizzying. It had his balls tightening with anticipation as he plowed his dick inside of his mom's pussy.
He thought on his friends at school. His mates who liked to all boast that they'd already lost their virginities with older women. He knew that it was all bullshit. All of them knew that the boasts were BS.
Yet Mikey really was losing his cherry with an older woman.
His own mom.
Their lips broke apart. His mom's eyes were glazed, her breath trembling. Her heavy tits shook and danced with the movement of their coupling.
Her pussy was like a velvet glove around him. He felt like he'd been inside of her for hours, but in reality it was more like a couple of minutes.
She rolled her pelvis and arched her back, a wanton sound coming from her as she did.
A low groan tore from the back of his throat.
His fingers spread upon her hips, palms flat and his hands clutching and pulling her back onto his cock.
His mom's pussy clenched on him. Her body began to shake once again.
Mikey felt his own finish fast approaching.
He raced onward.
Body quivering and with her back arched, his mom's sex felt like it was dissolving around his spear-like flesh.
Air came into Mikey's lungs with a gasp.
He brought the front of his body against his mom's back.
He pushed himself farther inside of her climaxing sex. Stabbing his swollen organ inside of his mom's cunt so that he could desperately find the release his body ached for.
He felt the moment come upon him.
He surged into her, farther and deeper, then away and back again until at last, he pressed back to the full.
Mikey exploded inside of his mom.
He continued to pump his prick back and forth, in shallow strokes, inside the comforts of his mom's maternal channel. His prick throbbed and pulsed out a thick milky flood of sperm inside of her. Filling her and sperming her pussy.
He stilled and held himself inside of his mom. Holding her as the enormity of the moment overcame him.
Without sound, Mikey began to cry.
Tears flooded his eyes and were silently washed away by the shower as he realised he'd just become a man.
The water showered over them. Splashing atop their flesh and spraying them with a fine mist. The glass of the shower door was completely fogged up. The bar of soap was slipping around the bottom of the shower tray, carried away in the flowing current of the water, circling the plug hole.
The normal familiarity of domestic bliss, shattered by the ground-breaking reality of a mother helping her child reach incestous manhood.
His mom began to slide her hand down the tiled wall. Her knees bending, her body following, coming to rest squatting on hand and knee. Mikey, still inside of her, followed suit.
He hunched over his mom. His arms wrapped around her as his knees rested on the hard plastic of the shower tray. His chin rested on his mom's shoulder. They were both breathing heavy. Neither making any other noise.
Eventually they separated. Mikey cuffing his eyes with his hands, lest his mom see that he'd been crying due to the emotion of losing his virginity.
Still crouching down and behind her, he shuffled back.
His eyes spotted the sperm dripping out of his mom's just-fucked pussy. The seed that fell to the ground was washed away by the shower water. But thick beads of his cloudy sperm were also stuck to the dark hairs over her twat, not all of it so easily washed away from where it slipped past her labia.
Once out of the shower they stood close and toweled each other dry.
Mikey's hands exploring his mom's womanly body. Stroking his palms over her curves and kissing her dark nipples, sucking them into his mouth when he saw she wasn't going to protest.
They kissed as they toweled off.
Both of their hands now exploring each others bodies.
"Mom, what do we tell dad? I mean, about going further than just you sucking me."
His mom gave him a look that he recognised as the one she reserved for when he'd either done or said something stupid.
"Oh, okay then," Mikey grinned. "We don't tell him, right."
Leaning in, his mom answered him; "You're learning, honey."
Just before she left the room, towels wrapped around her body and atop her head, his mother turned and spoke again.
"You don't tell your dad, or anyone else for that matter, if you want what we just did to become a regular thing. Got that?"
Mikey paused from pulling on his pants.
"You mean every Friday?" He asked.
"Friday's were what you and your dad agreed upon. Every other day is what we're agreeing on now, mister. Got that?"
Mikey nodded his head in quick agreement. Not believing his good fortune.
His mom slipped out the room, leaving him with a raging hard-on and a frenzied imagination of fucking her every single day of the week.Saturday morning.
Mikey's alarm clock woke him. He slapped at the thing to stop it's buzzing.
He hadn't slept much, his mind had been too excited. Memories of his mom's body had kept him awake.
Not able to fall asleep, Mikey's mind had also run wild with thoughts of what his father might do, should he discover that his mom had gone further than just the blowjob Mikey had been allowed for good school work. That they'd had sex.
Eventually he must have fallen asleep.
Now, still yawning and wanting to go back to bed, Mikey got up and opened his curtains.
Through his window he could see his father busily working in the back garden, repairing the fence.
In the bathroom his eyes were drawn to the shower cubicle, the place where last night his mom had come to him and taken his cherry. Mikey remembered the amazing sensations he'd experienced. Given him by the hands, mouth and dark, hairy pussy of his mom.
He remembered feeling so empowered afterwards, he'd felt like a real man. Now, standing at the basin and looking at his reflection in the mirror, he just felt like his usual teenaged self.
Still in just the pajama bottoms and tee shirt he wore for bed, Mikey went downstairs. Through the living room and into the back kitchen. His bare feet slapping against the wooden flooring.
He grabbed himself some food, flicked the kettle on to boil, stood at the polished worktop and looked out the net curtains that were draped over the kitchen window.
As he made breakfast he watched his father tearing down what remained of the back fence. Watched him pull down the old fence panels and rotted fence posts. A sledge hammer stood to one side, next to the new timbers and wooden panels.
Pouring the hot water, Mikey thought about his father. Thought about him discovering the truth. The idea both sickened and excited him at the same time. He couldn't understand why.
Moving away from the window, he went and sat at the table to eat.
As he ate he heard the sound of the front door opening, heard his mom coming into the house. She was happily humming to herself as she came through the living room, she stepped into the kitchen and offered Mikey a good morning.
The last time Mikey had seen his mom had been last night. She'd been wrapped in just two towels and had been leaving the bathroom. Now, dressed for the day, she was wearing a sleeveless blouse, white in colour and featuring a row of buttons running down the middle. At her waist was a large fashionable belt, cinched over the casual, knee-length skirt she also wore.
Setting her handbag to hang from a chair back, she spoke to Mikey: "Wow, the traffic was heavy this morning. I didn't think I was ever going to get home."
Mikey finished his breakfast as she pottered around the kitchen, making herself a drink from the hot water he'd boiled. She was acting calm, normal. Totally unfazed about what they did last night. Mikey wasn't sure how he felt, nervous excitement, maybe.
"All okay?" she asked him, as she leaned her plump, round arse against the kitchen units behind her. Sandalled feet apart, shapely legs parted, her small hands lifting the drink she'd made to her lips.
She raised an eyebrow at him when he didn't answer.
Mikey found he couldn't.
He didn't know what to say.
He was looking at her, knowing that she was wearing clothes. But to his mind's eye all he could see was her naked.
He now knew what hid beneath her clothes.
The memory of her in the shower with him. Her mature MILF body, standing a head shorter than his own. Seeing the water slicking back her hair into a dark ribbon flowing past her shoulders, pasting itself to her body.
Shower water running over the full, generously rounded curves of her matronly breasts. The dark points of her nipples wet and soapy as they stuck out from their circular areola. The water flowing over her wet tits and into the valley of her cleavage between.
Mikey's mindseye replayed the visual memory of his mom in the shower. He saw her trim tummy and her flared hips. The full, round cheeks of her arse. The secret way she grew the dark curls atop her pubic mound.
His memories fast forwarded to them coming together.
How her small hands had felt on his cock. Holding him. Caressing him. Slowly jerking him. Seeing his mom's weighty tits swinging beneath her as she leant over, against the tiled shower cubicle wall, getting herself into position to allow him to enter her.
How he'd moved her feet apart, her shapely legs coming open, unlocking the entrance to her forbidden vagina.
The hot touch of his mom's pussy as his body first made contact. Feeling her hairy gash spreading for his cock, the wetness inside, the heat. The near indescribable pleasure as he sank himself into it's clenching grip.
Mikey relived, through his memories, the sensations of holding his mom as he took her. Fucking her as the hot water sprayed down over them. Cumming inside of her cunt and watching his thick semen dripping out, past her wavy labia and coating the dark, furry hairs that lovingly covered her twat.
Hearing his mom's voice brought Mikey out of his daydream.
"Cat got your tongue, again?" She asked, looking at him from where she stood.
Mikey had to collect his thoughts before he could answer: "Um, sorry. What did you say?"
"I asked if you were okay," she smiled at him. "Then your eyes glazed over as if you'd been bewitched. A goofy grin came to your face, you began to drool and make funny noises. You looked like the neighbour's dog does, when he tries to hump someone's leg."
Mikey sheepishly laughed. "No I didn't."
"No, you didn't," his mom laughed, too. "But I expected more of a response from you than I got. Sitting there like you'd never seen me before. Hard-on tenting your pajamas."
Mikey looked down into his lap. At the tented fabric pushing up at his groin. He coloured in embarrassment when he noticed the dark, wet stain over his dick.
"It's not what it looks like," he quickly burst out. "I didn't cum."
She gave him one of her withering stares.
"Really." She began. "I am your mother. I think I know how these things work. I can tell the difference between ejaculate and pre-seminal fluid."
Mikey was taken aback with the use of the technical sounding terms, his memory quickly skipping back to his biology lessons, trying to remember what pre-seminal meant.
"Besides," she said. "After last night, I'm quite knowledgeable on the heavy load your capable of. That little mess is no way comparable to the flood you gave me."
Listening to her talk about him cumming, staring directly at him as she did. Catching him with an erection, no matter that they were now, technically, lovers, still made him want to make an excuse and run to his room.
An uncomfortable silence filled the room. Mikey didn't know what to say, or how to act. He suddenly felt very much like a virgin again.
His mom was still looking at him.
He felt himself blushing. His cheeks burning.
He could feel himself sweating, his ass sticking to the wooden seat of the chair beneath him.
He wished for his erection to go down, to vanish. But all he felt was fresh wetness coating the throbbing tip, further staining the front of his pajamas.
Mikey got up, grabbed his things and dumped them in the sink. Painfully aware that he was standing close to his mom as he did.
Her hand caught his arm as he made to turn.
Mikey was forced to look at her. He felt he would die from embarrassment.
Her eyes held him in their gaze and he felt he couldn't escape from her.
He was standing so close that he could smell her perfume. So close that he could clearly make out each of the individual lashes around each of her dark eyes.
Looking at his mom's pretty face meant he was taken by surprise when she touched the front of his pajama bottoms. His hips reflexively pulled back as his mom's fingers brushed over the tented fabric over his cock.
Mikey's knees suddenly felt weak.
He felt lightheaded.
He knew his mouth was open and he needed to close it, but all he could do was stand there and watch as his mom craned her head upwards and brought her lips to his ear.
"Reach under my skirt and take off my knickers."
"What?" Mikey croaked, feeling stupid. Making him even more embarrassed.
His mom's fingers eased down the waistband of his bottoms, over his straining erection, as she spoke: "I want you to get down on your knees. Lift up the front of my skirt. Take hold of my wet panties and take them off," she told him, matter of factly. "Then I want you to go and sit back on your chair, dick out, and I'm going to sit on it. Got that?"
Mikey shot a look through the net curtains, through the window at his father.
"What about Dad?"
"What about him?"
"But he's outside."
"So? I don't think he'd want to come in and watch, do you?"
Mikey was nervous. Excited. Physically aroused. All at the same time.
His mom's fingers wrapped softly around his swollen prick. Slowly she drew her fist down, then up, along his veined shaft.
A groan escaped his lips before he could prevent it, robbing him of the words he was about to say. Killing off any nervous protests before Mikey had had chance to voice them.
Mikey looked out through the window, seeing his dad still out there.
His legs wobbled as his mom added a milking squeeze to her hand's action. He had to seize hold of the worktop to help steady himself. The muscles in his right thigh were shaking uncontrollably.
"We shouldn't," Mikey managed to gasp out. "Dad's just out there. He'll know what we did, should he see us."
Suddenly his mom let go of him. Took three steps back and created a gap between them.
She looked at him expectantly but did nothing else. Folding her arms under her big breasts, she waited for him.
"It's up to you, Son. You can stand there, and do nothing. Knowing that I'm hot and dripping and willing to let you get your dick inside of me. Have it snugly held within my little pussy as I sit on your lap. Kissing you. Rubbing my big tits against you. Riding your gloriously hard and throbbing prick." She paused and took a breath. "Don't you want to love your Mom anymore?"
Mikey's embarrassment had vanished while he'd listened. As his hormonal teenage need for sex had grown more and more urgent his arousal had overcome it.
He looked out at his dad. Way back down the bottom of the garden, busy.
He looked back at her, next to him. Waiting for him to decide.
His dick ached for his mom to touch it again.
She spoke, her words giving him courage, determination. She repeated herself: "You're a man now, Son."
Mikey found himself closing the short distance between them, the arguments not to do this were growing less and less important to his mind.
He knelt down before his mom, his head below the level of the kitchen worktop.
His hands found themselves on her calves before Mikey knew what he was doing.
His arms were shaking. His hands felt numb. With his eyes tightly closed, Mikey struggled to control his breathing. His heart was racing and he was so excited that he felt slightly sick.
As his hands lifted the hem of his mom's skirt away from her skin, the fuller form of her thighs were bared to his eyes. His hands slipped underneath the material. The heat of his mom's body warmed his touch. Mikey slowed his palms progress towards her still hidden panties, he had to stop and grip the firmness of her legs, to hold himself steady, as a last bout of nerves overtook him.
He heard his dad outside, the sound of him pounding a new fence post into the ground with the hammer.
Mikey conquered his boyish nerves and pushed forward.
Slowly his palms stroked upwards towards the concealed underwear, his fingers following along the back of his mom's smooth thighs. His thumbs touched the soft material first, found the tiny stitching that kept the delicate clothing from fraying. His finger's slipped across the fuller back of the panty, smoothed over his mom's cheeky arse as his fingertips reached the waistband.
His hands suddenly couldn't move any further upwards. Mikey opened his eyes, searching to see what was the problem.
The restricting tightness shifted as his mom lifted the belt over her skirt slightly higher. His fingers now had the freedom to move, to capture, to tuck in beneath her hidden knickers and slowly begin the divestment of her clothing.
The last of Mikey's inexperienced anxiety vanished as the sexy purple panty his mom had been wearing was revealed to his eyes. Reverently he held the delicately soft, personal clothing. His fingers gently pulling them downward, over her knees, past her calves.
As the intimate lingerie reached her ankles she held up a foot, slipped free of her sandal, steadied herself with a hand atop the worktop counter. First one leg free, then the next. The material slipped over her painted toes.
Mikey sat back, looking down at the damp knickers he held in his hands. Feeling their softness. Playing with them, hanging them on the ends of his fingers. Tickling his aching balls as he dangled the fabric against their tight flesh. Shivering as he concentrated on dragging the soft purple material over his thickened shaft, across his own purpled cock-crown.
"Hang them from it," his mom requested.
He looked up at her, unsure what she meant.
"Hang my knickers on your cock. Let me see it, please."
Mikey did as she asked.
On his knees, his engorged dick stiffly angling outward from his body, Mikey hung his mom's sexy purple panties from atop his shaft. His wet-tipped, swollen cockhead proudly displayed as the conquering hero.
Even he recognised the symbolism.
Mikey's mom beamed with maternal pride and satisfaction. Smiling lovingly at him, laughing in delight as he made his cock wagg like a dog's tail.
Knelt beside the kitchen cupboards, Mikey's prick lifted and fell as he tightened and flexed his muscles. His dick moving back and forth as his mom's knickers slowly tumbled down his shaft, nestling among the pubes at his groin.
With one last wagg his cock came to rest.
Mikey looked up at his mom, aroused confidence filling him. Waiting to see what she now wanted him to do.
They both heard the noise from outside. Both ignored it.
His mom's foot slipped from the wedge heeled sandal she wore and moved forward across the space between them. Softly, tentatively, the pad of her largest toe touched the underside of his shaft, pushing against it, forcing it to push back against his body.
Balancing on one foot, she worked her toes up and down Mikey's shaft. The movement against his taut flesh causing his foreskin to peel back from across his cockhead. She broke contact, then brought the brightly painted nail of her big toe to touch the side of his spear-like organ. She traced along the outside length of him, stroked the nail down his shaft till she reached her bunched panties. Dragged her toes further downward and began to gently push against his balls.
"Shit," Mikey exhaled, as the pleasure of his mom massaging his nuts swept through his body.
His chin lifted, his eyes looking up to her, sweeping over her body as they did. Across her bloused middle, up, over her concealed heavy breasts, along her throat to her face. He saw the arousal in his mom's eyes, realised that his own probably burned with the same impassioned desire.
Her hands moved. Her fingers reaching for the hem of her skirt. Lifting it high up her thighs as he knelt raptly watching.
Mikey's breath caught as he feasted on the offered sight of his mom's vagina.
His pulse beat fast as he noted the signs of her physical excitement.
As his mom's foot worked over his hardness, Mikey's eyes took in the wetness that showed at the lips of her labia. He became fascinated by the glistening droplets of moisture that coated her tender, puffy flesh and clung to the fine, dark hairs that grew over her sex.
Mikey's fingers itched to touch her. To feel his mom's moist heat.
He tentatively reached out a hand towards her body.
His mom stood there and watched his progress.
A low, throaty purr emitted from her mouth as his hand took possession of her.
Mikey's palm cupped over her pussy. He ground the heel of his hand into her. Mashing her slippery labia against his palm, the inside of his wrist tickled by the short, dark, curly hairs that she grew atop her sex.
His mom's foot fell from his cock. It landed on the floor next to her discarded shoe. Her hips began to gyrate as her hands let the skirt slip. One reached for the kitchen worktop at her side. The other reaching out to his shoulder, gripping onto him as she steadied herself.
Mikey didn't particularly know what he was doing, but he didn't want to admit his ignorance. The way his mom was grinding her slippery pussy into his hand meant she was doing half the work, anyway.
It didn't take a genius to know when she reached her peak.
Her grip on his shoulder increased. His mom's shapely thighs closed around his hand at the top of her legs. Her cunt grew wetter. Dripping wet. Mikey felt the muscles around his mom's sex start to twitch. She humped his hand. Grinding down on it. Smearing it with wetness. Riding out her climax until she slowed. Stopped.
Hearing his mom's gentle laughter made Mikey look up.
The laughter made her voice light: "That's one way to ensure I don't make you cum, I suppose."
She turned her head and looked out the kitchen window before continuing. Her tone of voice, an attempt at seriousness, spoilt by the smirk she wore: "But remember, according to your Father's instructions, you're only allowed a blowjob on a friday night. And only if you've been a good little boy at school."
"Why did you agree to do it?" Mikey asked.
"Please, don't ruin the moment with serious questions."
Climbing to his feet Mikey stood before her. They stood together, close. She took his face in her hands and kissed him.
Soft. Gentle. Like a mother.
She breathed against his lips: "I can explain later. Not now."
She leant in and kissed him again. Like a lover.
"Now, cover yourself. Quickly," she warned him. "Your Father's coming in."
Covering his boner, Mikey dived onto a chair and pushed his lower body under the kitchen table. His mom pulled down her skirt and was just pushing her toes back into her sandals as Mikey's dad stepped in through the back door.
"You're back," he addressed his wife, as he stepped over to the sink, grabbed himself a used mug off the side and poured water into it. He drank noisily. "Huh, it's thirsty work out there. I'm sweating like a thief in front of a jury."
Mikey watched nervously, realising that he was sat unnaturally at the table with nothing in front of him. He felt sure his father would notice the lack of food or drink, recognising that something was obviously going on between his son and wife.
His mom cleared away the mug when his father just left it on the side. Mikey was near to panicking when his dad came and sat down across from him. He didn't know whether he should say something to break the silence. He worried that if he did talk his voice might sound unnatural. But he also worried that not doing so might indicate some form of guilt.
Mikey sat there sweating. Sat there like a rabbit caught in a headlight, waiting to see if it would be hit.
His mom put a small plate of biscuits in the middle of the table. His dad reached for one, bit into it, crumbs falling from his lips as he did.
Mikey nearly shit when his dad spoke to him: "What's up, buddy? You look like a man who didn't receive a blowjob from a sexy woman last night."
"Quit talking like that," his mom admonished. "I won't have words like that spoken at the kitchen table."
His dad winked at him, mouth full of biscuit as he did: "What, can't a man talk to his Son about women? I bet you can still feel your Mom's lips around your dick even now, am I right?"
Shocked silence filled the room.
Mikey flashed his mom a quick glance, saw that she'd turned away and was looking out the window. Her back giving Mikey no indication what he should do.
His dad reached for another biscuit, the movement making Mikey look back at him.
"Don't worry, Son. You don't have to answer. Least not while your Mom's around to hear, hey."
His dad's big, meaty hand reached across the table and slapped Mikey on the shoulder, an act his dad often did with his buddies from work.
The chair scraped across the wood flooring as Mikey made to get up. His ass lifted from the seat, it being safe to stand now his boner had gone - and Mikey stopped in sudden fear.
He'd forgotten about his mom's purple knickers. They'd been hung around his dick when he'd pulled his pajamas up. Now, without his hard-on to hold them in place, they'd fallen down the leg of his bottoms.
Mikey looked down to make sure they hadn't fallen out.
He panicked that they could hang down at his ankle while he was walking out, or be left behind on the flooring as he went. Either way, his father would see them and know something was going on.
His ass dropped back onto the seat.
"You remember our deal though, buddy?" His dad's words made him focus on the tabletop. "You've gotta keep those grades up at school and attend all your classes, or you don't get shit come Friday night. Got that?"
Mikey nodded his head that he understood, he couldn't speak.
"Now, you gonna get your ass in gear, get dressed and come help your old man with that fence?"
"Yeah, I'll need a minute."
His Father laughed: "A minute. Sure, I'll give you a minute. Now go and get dressed."
Mikey was praying that the panties wouldn't appear while he moved as quickly as he could out the kitchen. He leapt from the chair and shot through the door. Hopping on one leg as he went through the front room, his hand stuck up the ankle of the other pajama leg, fishing out his mom's knickers.
Rushing up the stairs, he tripped on the top step and landed on the upstairs landing carpet.
Mikey lay there, twisted onto his back, turned his head to look out the window, looked up at the clouds in the blue sky.
He held his mom's discarded panties in his hand, running them through his fingers. The delicate fabric slipping over his knuckles as he waited for his heart to slow down.
Some minutes later his mom found him still laid out on the carpet where he'd fallen. As she began to climb up towards him he made to rise. She stopped him.
"No, stay laid there. Your Father's gone back out, so we've still some time to ourselves. Keep still and don't move, please."
Reaching the top of the stairs she moved so her sandalled feet stepped one to either side of his legs. She walked forward along his prone body and finished where his head rested.
Mikey lay looking up his mom's skirt. His eyes taking in the insides of both her knees and her fuller thighs. It was too dark under her skirt to see any further, but he knew that his mom's nude lower half waited in the darkness.
He laid still and watched her small hands work at the belt over her waist, then unfastening the skirt at her side. Both came free, she made sure they missed his face when she dropped them onto his chest.
Mikey lay there watching as his mom stroked her hand over her hip. Her fingers stroking over the flared slope and then sweeping back towards her beautiful arse. His mom's fingers came back forward and moved onto the rounded curve of her thigh. The tips of her fingers skimmed across her pink flesh, closing in on where the dark hairs grew over her sex.
She was still physically aroused. Mikey laid silent and watched as her fingers slipped over the soft folds of her pussy. Watched enraptured as her fingers felt her moisture, split her feminine lips apart and slowly pushed inside of her opening.
Her fingers entered her body. Sank forward into her wetness and stroked upwards into her soft, clenching tightness.
"Oh, God," his mom groaned out in abandonment. "This is so wrong, but I love it."
Mikey felt that this was probably the hottest thing he'd ever seen.
Neck twisting, he moved his head closer to her and kissed the inside of an ankle.
The contact of his lips made her body shudder.
"Mom," Mikey began, as he built up the courage he needed to ask for what he wanted.
His chest was suddenly tight again with nerves. He feared rejection. He began to speak but found his mouth had suddenly gone dry. He tried again: "We don't have long, but can we... Can we do what we did last night, again?"
His mom stopped with her fingering, moved from over Mikey and leaned herself against the patterned wallpaper between his bedroom and the bathroom doors.
"Are you asking me, or telling me?"
Mikey really didn't know. He thought he should say asking, but he wasn't sure if his mom really wanted him to say telling.
All Mikey found himself doing was looking up at his mom from below. Eyeing up her partially clothed, partially naked body. Her breasts still respectfully hidden, her sexy legs, big arse and hairy pussy immodestly displayed.
A lump formed in his throat, but he swallowed it down.
"Right now my heart is pounding so hard," he courageously told her. "I'm buzzing with nerves. Scared that I'll make a fool of myself. That I'll run out of courage and not be able to continue. You've absolutely no idea how hard it is to keep this up, talking to you."
Mikey paused, aware he needed to continue. That his mom was watching him, waiting for him to eventually tell her what he wanted from her.
"I've never had a girlfriend before, and I -"
Mikey didn't know why that had come out. It wasn't what he'd meant to say. It totally threw his train of thought and robbed him of further speech.
"Does that mean you consider me your girlfriend?" his mom asked of him, eyeing him intensely as she did.
Mikey still couldn't speak. It was annoying him, now. He felt a complete fool and it was making him angry with himself.
"That's good, though," his mom continued. "Because I don't just allow any man to sleep with me, you know. Not that there's been anybody else, apart from your Father. So, are you my new man, Son? Are you my new handsome Boyfriend?"
Mikey looked at his mom stood against the landing wall.
He thought she looked beautiful.
Beautiful because she was the mother who'd raised him and cared for him as a child. The mother who loved him unconditionally. Had stuck up for him when he'd been bullied at little school. The person who'd been willing to help him when he'd got stuck with homework, who looked after him when he was sick and who never got angry when he did something wrong by mistake.
Mikey realised that his mom was especially beautiful because the love she shared with him was so taboo and deliciously wrong.
Pulling himself to his feet, Mikey stepped across to his mom.
"Mom. Will you be my girlfriend?"
"I thought I already was?" She replied, stroking his cheek.
"I - No - I wanted to ask you. If we were going to be, erm, going out together. I thought I should ask you, properly. So will you?"
"I suppose It would make our little deal work better," she smiled, a playful tone to her voice. "Not that we finalised the agreement, though, did we?"
"Mom. Will you be my girlfriend?" Mikey asked again.
"And it wouldn't interfere with the deal you've already got in place with your Father. Who's not to find out about our own side deal, now, got that."
This was all starting to make Mikey frustrated. He just wanted a straight yes or no from his mom.
"We never made a deal, though. You only mentioned it, last night. Please, mom. Will you just answer my question."
She raised a hand, and, placing it on Mikey's tee shirted chest, pushed him back a pace.
Next, she tilted herself up on her toes, lifted her face to Mikey's and kissed him.
One long kiss. Against his lips. That lasted several seconds.
Her sandalled feet landed back on the landing carpet and she smiled devilishly up at him.
"That depends," she answered, turning to his bedroom door and slipping inside.
Mikey followed and found himself watching his semi-naked mom stepping around his room, trailing her fingers as she went, across his shelves, his chest of drawers, the top of his computer desk.
"Depends on what?"
His mom paused, mid-step.
She was next to his window and she looked outside, down to where Mikey assumed his father was working below.
His mom continued to look out the window as she spoke: "It depends on whether you've got the courage for one thing. But, you have been proving to be quite the brave young man so far this morning. It also depends on keeping it a secret from your Father. You do understand that, right?"
She turned from his window and looked at him.
"Yes. I understand," Mikey acknowledged.
"And it depends on you still getting the good grades at school you're capable of. It also depends on you not giving the game away, so people don't recognise there's something going on between us that there shouldn't be."
Mikey stood there and nodded his head in agreement.
"Just one last thing," his mom mentioned, stepping out of her wedge heeled sandals as she did. "It also depends on you taking me to bed, right now, and making me cum on that strong cock of yours."
As his mom climbed onto his bed, her knees sinking into the duvet, she looked back over her shoulder at Mikey and said: "You'd better get a move on, mister. Your Father's expecting you outside helping him, remember. He'll come looking shortly, and if you've not kept your part of the deal then you're going to be still single come lunch time."
The nervousness that had plagued Mikey before had now left him. His heartrate and breathing were both steady. The only thing that concerned him was the ache he had in his balls, that and lasting long enough to make his mom climax.
He watched his half-naked milf mom crawling across his bedding. Her big arse and shapely thighs begging to be squeezed. He swiftly kicked off his pajama bottoms, and pulled his tee shirt off, too.
The springs of his mattress could be heard as his mom laid down on her front, her generously full chest against his bed. Her feet kicked back as her shapely legs parted, her painted toenails flashing as they rucked up the bedcovers.
Seeing his mom's juice-slicked pussy had Mikey desperate to be inside her. His cockshaft was swollen and erect, stiffly solid and aching with need.
His mom grabbed a pillow from where Mikey usually laid his head and pushed it under her middle, lifting her naked lower body ready for his use. That done, she propped herself up on an elbow and looked back at him, made as if to speak, but then didn't. She kept her lips sealed and waited for him to make his move.
Mikey realised that he was now stepping on a path that would change his life for ever.
Last night had just been about sex. But, now... Now, sex between himself and his mom would be about love, as well as lust. Never having had a girlfriend, Mikey wasn't sure what to expect, but he reckoned adding love into the mix could only make his and his mom's sexual relationship even hotter.
Only time would tell, and he couldn't wait to find out.
Climbing upon his bed, Mikey moved his body over his mom's and laid himself to cover her.
His knees knocked her legs together and he settled his lower body atop her bottom half.
His body came down and his rampant hard-on brushed over his mom's full arse, it found itself burrowing along the deep crease between her plump cheeks. He laid there, dormant, his only movement being that of his hands as they reached up and took hers. Stretched her arms out before her head and against the covers, holding them there.
The fingers of his left hand slipped between the fingers of his mom's beneath.
She curled her fingers and trapped his hand in place over her own.
They laid like that for a minute, neither moving. Just a son covering his mom, as nature never intended.
Mikey's right hand moved and worked back between her legs.
Her breath caught as she exhaled. Her body went still for a second beneath his.
Mikey positioned his hard prick at the entrance of his mom's wet sex and began to push into her. His cockhead spreading her apart as it sank inside her soft warmth.
He stopped partway inside of her. Held his body still. Neither of them moving as his hard stiffness was swallowed into the mushy, liquid heat of his mom's twat.
"Oh," his mom breathed out. That one, short word was all that was needed to adequately describe how they both felt. What their bodies were both feeling.
They could hear the sound of his father working outside as Mikey slowly began to move himself inside of her. Pushing his thick stiffness inside of his mom's aroused body until he filled her.
Mikey held himself still again, his body, his dick. The only part of him moving was his beating heart, which pounded against his mom's smaller body beneath his.
He began to move, though Mikey worked on keeping control over his arousal. Stopped himself from going too fast and cumming too soon. He used slow, steady strokes to push upwards. Pushing his stiffly swollen prick through his mom's delicate opening and into her soft centre.
"You can do it, baby," his mom encouraged. "Just keep it nice and slow. You can do it."
Riding his mom's full arse, working his stiffness against the soft insides of her creaming cunt, made Mikey's toes want to curl in pleasure.
"A little faster now, baby. Just a little faster."
Slowly, gradually, Mikey's tempo began to increase. He could hear his father outside, he matched the timing of his pushes into his mom's mushy sex with the sound of his father hammering nails into wood.
His mom began to groan out in pleasure. She tried to keep offering him verbal encouragement but her words were being interrupted with soft grunts, that accompanied Mikey's spearing thrusts into her.
"That's it - Ugh! - Keep going - Ugh! - You're doing it - Ugh! - Making me feel - Ugh! - So good."
Soon Mikey's bed was rocking with the movement of his thrusts. His mom clawed at his bedding with her fingers. She stopped trying to speak and instead buried her face into the mattress.
Her sex creamed upon his stiffness. Milked upon his swollen shaft. As her body shivered with pleasure she made delicately mewling sounds into his bedding.
Mikey continued screwing his cock into his mom's soft, rippling cunt. Continued fucking into her moist heat as she melted around him. While he rode his mom's upturned arse, and listened to his father working outside, he fought off his own orgasm for as long as he could.
That sense of maturity he'd first experienced last night came upon him once again. Mikey felt like a man. Capable. Determined. Self-assured. His confidence and self-belief soared as his mother allowed him to learn from her body. Find pleasure in her body. Make love to her body.
Mikey felt himself an adult as his mom gasped out in pleasure while laid under him. While he covered her like she was his girlfriend and forced her clothed upper body down into the mattress, her big tits squashed beneath her.
Mikey picked up speed and his lower body pounded against his mom's nude lower half.
Their taboo fuck had her body become over-heated and over-excited, once again.
His mom's voice broke on a gasp.
Her hips began to twitch under him.
When his mom's milking cunt crashed down upon his throbbing cock the sensation drove his young body into a crescendo of ecstasy. Making him bury his face against his mom's soft, long hair as he reached orgasm.
Semen erupted from his dick inside of her clenching pussy. His hot, cloudy spend came splashing out from his purpled head, as he ground his pubes against his mom's big arse and buried his climaxing cock into the depths of her mushy cunt.
She bore all his weight as he collapsed atop her. His groin pushed firm against the fullness of her womanly bottom. His firm body against her soft, warm, cushioning cheeks. His cock tucked up inside her. Safely held in her wetness. His wetness. Their combined liquid heat. Joined.
This time he managed not to cry, but Mikey still felt his emotions try to get the better of him. He bit his lip and concentrated on stabbing his throbbing, ejaculating, penis backwards and forwards inside of his mom's hairy twat.
Once spent, Mikey lay atop his mom, listening. Listening to both of their ragged breathing. Listening to everything and nothing as his heart rate slowed.
Mikey pulled away and climbed off the bed.
His dick was wetly glistening as it began to soften.
He reached out his hand and took hold of a meaty arse cheek belonging his mom. He squeezed it and separated it from its twin.
Mikey's eyes surveyed the scene before him. His mom still laid out on his bed, catching her breath. His eyes followed the line of her back until his gaze reached where his hand was rubbing lovingly over her bared bottom.
Moving his hand, so his palm smoothed over her hot sweaty flesh, Mikey's fingers reached the back of her thigh. He shifted it towards him, parting his mom's legs. Exposing, from where it had lain hidden between them, the opened slit of her sex.
It was leaking sperm.
His sperm.
Standing over his bed, Mikey bent down, swept her dark hair away and kissed the top of her back.
Kissed her like a son kissed his mom. Lover to lover.
Kissed his lover while his sperm dripped out from inside of her.
"Mom," he whispered against her flesh. "I think I fulfilled my part of our deal."
Mikey dressed while his mom recovered.
He went over to his window and looked down into the back garden, and saw that his father was nearly finished on the fence. He realised he'd better get out there quick or he'd be in deep trouble.
Nearly through his bedroom door, his mom called him back.
She laid there, on her side, facing him. She looked like she wanted to curl up under his covers and happily go to sleep.
Seeing her, so affected by their fucking, made Mikey's ego soar.
So much so, that he asked her: "Now you're my Girlfriend, Mom, does that mean we get to go out on dates?"
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