Capítulo 150: Cop Mom
bysoul71©
The idea of this story was brought to you by the demented mind of Amachi. Glad I could bring it to life.
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"Ben, it's not looking good for you," Detective Molly Tilbits said as she paced in front of her suspect. Glancing at herself in the one-way glass knowing her partner was watching over her. Then to her slim, fit body she worked hard to maintain. Noting how her suspect's eyes were lingering on her 36D breasts when he thought she wasn't looking. Her eyes dipped low knowing how her dress slacks contoured to her taut ass that she spent a large amount of time maintaining in the gym that catered to most of the police force. "We have the store's surveillance footage. If you give up the gunman, I'll put in a word with the DA. I'm sure you don't want to go to prison for the rest of your life if the shop clerk dies," Molly said looking over at the seventeen-year-old boy. "You do know you are being charged as an adult in this case, right? That means no juvie, no getting out when your twenty-one. No," she said shaking her head, "you won't be seeing the outside for maybe twenty years. That's a lot of time for a boy to be around harden criminals. I'm sure that unnerves you." Molly watched how he nervously looked around. "But if you help us I can speak with the DA to get you charged as a juvenile. Then you won't have to be dealing with all those kinds of men that won't hesitate to pounce on you the first day you're in."
"You sure you can do that?" Ben asked he had no idea his friend would have pulled a gun, nor that he was planning on robbing the store.
"I'll try my best, but you have to give us the boy that pulled the gun," Molly said reassuringly sliding the yellow note pad across the table.
"I want to talk with the DA first and I want it all in writing before I...," only to be stopped by the knocking on the one-way glass.
"Sorry partner but his mother is here," Mike said as he exited the observation room.
"Shit!" Molly hissed knowing she almost had him.
Sighing as she pulled into the parking space of her condo's parking garage. Peering down at the picture of her son that dangled on the end of her keychain. Knowing how difficult it had been raising him when she got pregnant at the age of fourteen. His father didn't stick around once he learned that she was with child. She couldn't blame him after all he was fourteen too. She knew how earth-shattering the news was. In her youth she did resent him for leaving her to raise their child. However, Molly had very supportive parents that looked after Timothy when she was in school and when she joined the force and her night schooling when she wanted to make detective. Without them she had no idea how she could have done everything. Now, however, it was her and her son alone in their condo together. Timothy was a good kid, always staying out of trouble as much as any rambunctious boy could; and with her always looking after him that never left a lot of time to date.
Ever since she was twenty-eight she couldn't keep her mind from seeing how handsome her son was becoming; nor could she stop the thoughts that had been brewing in her mind since then. While she knew it was wrong morally, and legally she just couldn't stop herself. Placing a spy cam in her son's room. Pleasuring herself to her son, and when she had caught the first time he masturbated on camera. Her eyes widen in shock as she noted the size of that cock she had pleasured herself to for the past four years. How she came so hard as she watched the recording of her son stroking that nine-inch slung. She nearly bit through her pillow to keep her howl from alerting her son. Sighing in want as she pressed the call down button for the elevator. Wondering if her son was home. While there were plenty of men after her; yet there was already one man in her life that hadn't disappointed her, and that was her son.
Pressing the button for the twentieth floor waiting for the doors to roll close. Knowing how her son was more into D&D than sports and what not, nevertheless, Timothy did have a well-defined physique not overly muscled yet enough to notice. All because he was a good son always working out with her even though she knew he hated it. How she would daydream what it would be like to run her tongue along those muscles, to feel them moving when Timothy was between her legs thrusting his cock into his mother's cunt. Wishing she was strong enough to just come out and say everything that was on her mind when her son was around. Yet she was a good mother she kept those dark sinful thoughts to herself and her rubber dildo. Which she had named Timothy in honor of her son. She had lost count of the times she came on that thing. Her fingers tapped against her thigh as she watched the floor numbers fly by. Eager to see what her cameras had picked up in her absence. Molly wasn't prepared for what greeted her as her key inched towards the key slot in the handle of the door.
"Oh, hi Mom," Timothy said surprisingly as he opened the door, "I'm going to walk Janet home. I should be back soon," he said not noticing his mother's stunned look.
"Nice to meet you," Janet said as she passed.
"What the fuck just happened?!" Molly muttered. In all her years her son never once brought a girl home. Looking back at them her eyes narrowing as that girl's hand slid into her son's. "No!" she screamed out in her mind. Her cheeks becoming flaming hot as their sweet innocent chatter finally reached her. Her keys pressed painfully into her palm as her fist tightened. Her son didn't need some two-bit teenager. He needed an older woman that was in the prime of her sexual peak. An older woman that knew how to take care of an unexperienced boy. She needed to put a stop to this right now! She was the only one Timothy needed. She knew everything about him not that aloof teenager. She was the one that stayed up with him when his favorite science fiction movies were running late at night. It was her that made him laugh so hard at her dumb jokes. "Stop Molly you can't think like that," she said aloud as the heel of her foot closed the door, "it's not like they had sex."
"Now to see what my son has been up to before that girl got here," Molly said switching on her flat screen powering up her laptop she hid in her panty drawer after she hooked it up to the HDMI port. Remotely logging onto the wireless hard drive she had stored on the top shelf of her closet that stored all the footage of the cameras in his room. "Now show mama her handsome boy," Molly purred pulling her shirt tails from the confines of her pants. Glad she had opted for the cameras with microphones built-in. Smirking as she saw her son entering his room. Going about her routine task listening to the rustling that played through her speakers as she slipped her high-heeled boots from her feet. Sitting on her bed in her underwear rubbing lotion into her skin as was her ritual before she indulged herself in her favorite pass time in the late hours of the night. Yet now that her son was out of the house she could partake in her favorite event. Her head snapped towards the tv as her hand hovered over her dildo.
"No!" Molly roared in anger as she saw the half-naked girl on her son's bed. "No baby don't do it!" Tears formed in her eyes as she sank to her knees as she watched that girl inhaling her son's cock.
"God! You have a big cock!" Janet's voice resounded through the speakers.
"Please baby stop don't allow that girl to touch you anymore," Molly pleaded with her on-screen son.
"You don't mind if we take this further, do you?" Janet asked. Molly's lip trembled as she watched that girl licking up the back of her son's cock. A cock that should have been hers to please not that hussy.
"N-no." Molly couldn't watch anymore. Her face fell into her hands as she wept at the loss of her son's innocence. She knew girls like that, they never cared about those they slept with. She saw it far too often in her life.
"Why?! Why her?! Why not me?!" Molly cried out to her empty condo, yet no answer was forth coming.
Moping as she walked into her kitchen in her most baggy sweats she owned. It was her go to wear when life let her down. She would have to say seeing the man she was in love with having sex with another woman did qualify. Taking the small pint of Graeter's 'Cheese Crown' ice cream from the shelf on the freezer door. The utensil drawer opened with the rattling of the silverware. Sniffling as her lip trembled wondering why her son couldn't see her like that girl.
"Men," Molly said her voice trembled as she tossed the lid into the trash. Turning on the tv flipping to the lifetime channel something she only watched when her love life had taken the turn for the worst. Regardless if Timothy knew it or not in her mind they had been dating once his eighteenth birthday had come and gone. She knew how attractive she was at thirty-two. Knew how desired she was given how nearly every single male and some married ones wanted her to line their beds. "Hmpf! What does she have I don't?!" Molly asked the on-screen actress as she spooned a scoop of that cheesecake flavored ice cream into her mouth.
"Mom I'm back!" Timothy called out once he entered their condo. Molly pretended not to hear her son. Right then she didn't want to see that face she had fallen for. To have those images resurfacing of how that girl looked sucking on the cock she wanted so desperately. "Mom didn't you hear me?" Timothy asked sticking his head into the living room. "Mom what's wrong?" he asked seeing what channel was on the tv and those sweats she only wore when something went wrong.
"Go away," Molly pouted dapping the tissue below her eye.
"Mom come on it's me, tell me what's wrong?" Timothy asked seeing the pint of ice cream knowing it had to be bad. Knowing she wouldn't be eating it on her non-cheat day.
"Hmpf! I don't wanta!"
"Then I guess I'm sitting here until you do," Timothy said sitting down on the cushion beside his mother.
How Molly wished he hadn't. Her eyes just wouldn't heed her mind's command not to peak at her son from the corner of her eye. Seeing how the soft lamp light highlighted his sandy brown hair. To those same soft brown eyes she had. To the dark blue tint of his freshly shaven face. To those lips that had haunted her sexual dreams. Watching how his thumbs tapped waiting on her to speak first.
"Timmy," Molly said noticing that slight frown when she used his childhood nickname. Yet she was his mother she could use it all she wanted, and he couldn't say a word about it.
"Yeah?"
"I'm I not pretty?" Molly asked ominously placing the empty container on the table to her left. Resting her head on her son's shoulder, her right and left hand ran down his forearm before her hands cupped Timothy's.
"Is that what this is all about?" Timothy asked perplexed that anyone would think his mother wasn't pretty.
"Yes," Molly said weakly, "the man I am interested in doesn't even see me," she said cuddling closer to her son.
"Then he's a damn fool," Timothy nodded, "Mom you are...," he stopped himself feeling his cheeks heat unsure if it was right to call his own mother beautiful. That was why he had started seeing Janet, because she had a slight semblance to his own mother.
"Go on," Molly said poking her son in the ribs.
"You're a beautiful woman. If this guy can't even see that then he is either blind, stupid, or on drugs," Timothy said looking away in embarrassment.
"So, what are you trying to say?" Molly asked innocently keeping her smile from showing. She had waited for years to hear those words pass his lips.
"I'm saying," Timothy said rubbing the back of his neck, "is that I guess try to show this guy what he is missing before leaving him high and dry. Then you find someone that appreciates you," he said patting her hand.
"Oh? But what if he tries to take liberties with me if I show off the goods?" Molly asked mercilessly teasing her son even if he didn't know it. Now that her son had given her the go ahead albeit in a roundabout manner, Molly wasn't about to allow this chance to passed her up. No sir. Not anymore. It was high pass time that her son learned that he only needed her, and she was going to show him that very truth. There wasn't going to be anymore girls taking what she had longed for years now. Whether her son knew it or not he was going to become her live-in boyfriend. She just had to make her son see that only she could give him what he needed.
"Mom, I've seen you flip a three-hundred-pound dude before. I think you can handle whatever this guy throws at you. If he gets a little to handsy then you do have that taser," Timothy said with a cruel smirk.
"Oh, I don't think it will come to that, but I'll keep that in mind," Molly said with an amused smirk as her chin rested on Timothy's shoulder. Placing his hand in-between her thighs as she has always done, this time his hand sat inches away from her eager peach. "Why don't you see if they're any of those old sci-fi movies are on tonight," she said pressing her body closer to his. Hoping that since now that Timothy has experienced sex then his mind will start to notice the curves of her body. The way her breasts felt like pressed against him, the way the heat from her mound radiated off of it. The smell of her lotion as it clung lightly to her body.
"You mind if we watch this instead?" Timothy asked as he highlighted the newest Ancient Alien episode on the tv guide.
"Of course not, you know I'm more than willing to watch whatever you want," Molly said her breath hot in his ear, "all to spend time with my sweet darling son."
"M-mom," Timothy groaned blushing hard.
"What it's true, I'm not going to lie about that. That I raised a sweet," Molly said placing a kiss on his cheek, "caring," another kiss inching closer to the corner of his mouth, "thoughtful young man," she said her last kiss barely touching those lips of his. Giggling as her son rolled his eyes yet didn't move away from her. "Baby?" Molly said yawning as the clock struck eleven. "It's late, time for us to turn in," she said rubbing her cheek on his shoulder. "Soon you won't be sleeping in that room anymore, soon you be joining me in my bed. Where I'll be showing you things that I haven't done in years," she quickly thought to herself as her son shut the tv off. "See you in the morning," Molly said blowing her son a kiss before she shut her door.
"Wake up sleepy head!" Molly said shaking Timothy's shoulder as she stood over him in a tight blue sports bra and matching yoga pants.
"Go away," Timothy grumbled throwing his covers over his head.
"Come on Timmy," Molly said throwing his covers off, "up and at 'em," she said standing over her son, her hands squarely on her hips accentuating her breasts.
"Aww come on Mom, it's Saturday," Timothy groaned.
"No excuse," Molly said shaking her head, "plus you know I don't like to work out alone," she whispered into his ear as the tips of her cinnamon brown hair brushed along his shoulder. "You know that you are the only one I want as my spotter."
"Fine...," Timothy's words died in his throat as his eyes focused on his mother's groin. Noting how her yoga pants showed off her labia, pondering how they could look better than Janet's by the slight detailing he could see. His eyes inching up along her six-pack abs, to how her bra hugged her breasts. Quickly bringing his knees to his chest to hide his morning wood. "I-I'll be out in a moment," he stammered.
"Okay baby," Molly said hiding her smirk. She had seen that hard cock of his, and she couldn't wait for the days where she could just roll over and slowly insert that lovely tool into her welcoming cunt.
"Fuck!" Timothy hissed softly as he peered down at his boxer-briefs. He knew he was going to have to take care of it before he could join his mother.
"Yes baby take it out. Show mama that delicious cock," Molly purred her eyes hungrily watching the tv as she sat on her bed with her yoga pants around her knees. Her fingers slightly dancing along her moist lips as she watched Timothy quickly pulled down his underwear. She knew he would have to take care of that hard rod before they left to go down to the condo's gym. It wasn't as nice as the gym she used during the week; nor did it have an indoor track, yet it did give her privacy with her son and not bothered by the guys that visited that commercial gym. Plus this early in the morning she knew they would have the gym pretty much to themselves at least she hoped. If they did she could show off her body and not get those judgmental looks. "Yes that's it baby." Molly bit on her lip as Timothy squirted some lotion onto the palm of his hand. "Baby you know if you let mama suck on it you won't be needing that anymore, right?" she cooed softly. Gently parting her lips, the tip of her index finger circling around her entrance, sucking in a breath as she inched that appendage into her hot channel. "That's it stroke it for mama!" she growled hungrily as her tongue ran along her upper lip as her left hand squeezed her breast. "Faster baby, you won't be shooting that hot load if you don't hurry," Molly said her breathing starting to quicken as she laid back onto her bed. Placing her heels on the edge, adding another finger to her already exploring one, turning her head so she could watch her son's performance. "God, why don't you just plunge that beast inside your mother? You know I'll be so willing to please that cock baby," she pleaded with the tv as she matched her son's pace. "I bet you I'm even tighter than that hussy you allowed to fuck you," Molly hissed as she rubbed her clit. Lifting her hips off the bed as she neared her climax. Her hand was a blur as she rubbed that bud, biting her lower lip to contain her squeal as she came along with her son. Her hand flew to her mouth to keep her shock from escaping her lips as - "Oh Mom!" - came through her speakers.
"So..." Timothy said coming out of his room. His eyes downcast ashamed of what he had just said while he came. He knew he shouldn't have done that, yet that was all his groggy mind could think of was that image of his mother's crotch in his mind. "We going to be using the treadmills or are we jogging the path today?" he asked flipping his towel over his shoulder.
"Treadmills I think, it looks like it's going to rain," Molly said trying to sound like she hadn't heard her son call out to her as he sprayed his chest in that hot white seed. All the while in the back of her mind she played that scene over and over again. Hoping that soon she could get him to say those same words when he was deep inside of her. "Well, come on, I want to get down there before all the machines get taken," Molly said turning on her heel. Knowing how her yoga pants were showing off her ass as it lifted with each step she took.
Molly's eyes darted around the gym the condo complex had installed as she entered smiling when she and her son were going to have it all to themselves. She wondered if she could get her son to see her as a woman and not his mother. Was he always thinking about her when he masturbated or was that the first time? If it was the first time could she get him to do it again? If so then how?
"How about we start off with the free weights first?" Molly asked looking over to her son. Pondering on how far she could peek up his shorts? Wondering if she could get it to rise for her? "You'll be my spotter, right?" she asked taking off the heavy weights that the last person had used. She didn't want bulky muscles; the numerous reps of the low weights gave her the definition she wanted. While her son went a little heavier than she did, yet he agreed with her. They just didn't like how bulky muscles looked at least on their bodies.
"Sure, Mom," Timothy said watching as his mother laid down the towel on the bench as was the rule within the gym. Trying to keep his eyes diverted as his mother bent over. His mind raced through every aspect of D&D from: spells, attributes, character classes, weapons of all types to keep himself from hardening. He just couldn't afford that at least not while they were alone in the gym. He didn't want his mother to think he was getting hard because of her, which was the truth, yet his mother didn't need to know that. Timothy didn't want her to think he was some kind of freak or something. He knew she dealt with that far too much in her line of work. He just didn't want to add to it.
"Come closer baby, you can't spot me properly if you stand so far back," Molly said as she centered herself underneath the bar. "Closer," she said until Timothy stood just about over her just enough for her eyes to peer up his shorts without appearing to do so. "So tell me about this Janet girl? Are the two of you serious?" Molly asked lifting the bar off the support rests.
"Don't really know Mom," Timothy admitted. At first when Janet approached him at school he thought it all was a joke, yet now after what they had done in his room made him wonder.
"So, is she just like a friend or are you hoping for more?" Molly asked as she exhaled as she pushed the bar up giving her the excuse to look up.
"I'd like to hope so, but she runs in a different crowd than I do," Timothy said constantly moving his eyes so not to look at his mother's lascivious body.
"Is that so? Hmm...," Molly said stopping while not proud of what she was about to do, yet Timothy needed to learn his mother was the only one he needed.
"I know that tone Mom. What is it?" Timothy asked finally looking down at his mother.
"Baby, I don't want to hurt you, but you need to watch out for girls like that," Molly said doing another ten reps, "when I was in school which wasn't that long ago mind you. The popular girls had this thing about tricking nerds and such into thinking they liked them. I don't want to hurt you baby, but you do fall into that category," she said a light sheen of sweat shone on her forehead. "Some people you just can't trust wholeheartedly," Molly said as she set the bar onto its supports once she reached a count of one hundred and fifty. "Okay sweetheart, your turn," she said wiggling out from underneath the bar. "Now I know you might be interested in this girl Timmy, but don't allow your hormones to make you blind," Molly said standing right at the edge of the bench where her son's head rested. All so that Timothy would have to gaze up at her womanhood, while he was down there her son could sear the image of her pussy into his mind. "You know I'm only saying this to keep you safe, right?"
"I know Mom," Timothy grunted peering up wishing that he hadn't. His eyes drank in the sight of his mother's womanhood. Quickly shutting his eyes praying that the sight wouldn't arouse his teenage hormones.
"I just don't want you ending up like me. A single parent trying her best to raise a good, caring, strong son. Make no mistake I do not for one-minute regret having you, Timmy. I just know how hard it is to raise a child at such a young age, to worry about how I was going to pay for diapers, formula when I weaned you off of my breastmilk," Molly said peering down at him over her breasts. Yet unlike her son she was savoring the sight that laid out before her. "So please, please promise me if you and this girl go further that you promise to use protection. I don't think I'm ready to be a grandma at thirty-two, although having another baby wouldn't be so bad," she said dropping a vague hint.
"Y-you want to have another baby?" Timothy asked his arms trembled as his mother's fingers playfully danced along his.
"Oh yes, though I'll only get pregnant once I have the man I want. Oh, the joy of hearing the pitter-patter of tiny feet. That infectious laugher they have when you tickle them just so," Molly said knowing how her teasing was getting to her son, "you know you had the cutest laugh when you were a baby. How my girlfriends would adore you when I was in high school. The faces they made to get you to smile, however, these little (well not so much now) hands would always grope the nearest pair of breasts you could find," she said her hands ran along the back of his as Timothy held the bar aloft. "Kind of made me jealous back then," Molly said bending over, filling her son's view of her breasts, "a son should only have a need for his mother's breasts don't you think?" she asked teasing her son without mercy. "Here, why don't we put this up, hmm?" Molly asked helping him to rack the bar. "Now why don't you use the arm press machine, and I'll work on my legs while you do," she said propelling her son towards the machine. Knowing the two machines sat opposite of one another giving her son an unobstructed view of her mound as he worked his pecks.
Timothy's mind couldn't seem to function as he watched his mother's legs open and close. He was thankful that his mother couldn't see how he was ogling his mother's pussy, nor could he believe he was doing it himself. Yet those light blue yoga pants were almost see-through, and he could've sworn he could see his mother's lips parting.
"Timmy? Is something on your mind? You haven't done one rep yet?" Molly asked tilting her head to the side. Keep her satisfied smirk hidden deep within her mind knowing full well where those eyes of his had been lingering. Then again, that was her plan all along she was just glad it was working.
"N-nothing," Timothy stammered quickly belting out reps, so his mother couldn't see the embarrassment on his face. "What's wrong with you man! That's your mother that you are staring at!" Timothy berated himself in his mind. "Stop looking and just get this workout over with and beat one out in the shower," he said to himself as his arms grew tired.
"Here, switch with me Timmy," Molly said knowing how he wouldn't be able to hide his erection if he had one. Ever so slowly peering around the bars of the press watching how that tent moved along his right thigh. "So Timmy are you going over to Bret's today?" she asked still playing off her aloofness to the fact that she could make that cock of his hard. All the while within her mind she was howling for joy that her son found her attractive enough to get a rise out of that beast.
"Yeah," Timothy said grateful that his mother hadn't noticed and something to take his mind off of things. "You don't mind if I stay late, do you? Bret's new friend wants to learn how to play D&D, but no one has ever taught her how. They all thought it was a boys game, so she's never had anyone to play with before. It might take us a while to get her use to the rules of the game," he said feeling his thighs starting to ache. Hoping the pain would deflate his erection.
"That's not a problem sweetheart, you know I like it when you spend time together with your friends. All children should have a good relationship with their friends. Also I'm pleased to hear Bret taking a huge step in bringing in this girl. I do know how hard it is for him to speak to the opposite sex," Molly said with a soft chuckle. Wondering if her sweat was soaking into her bra, also if it was showing off her orbs to her son. "So long as you are home before eleven tonight I don't mind you spending time together with your friends. If all goes well then why don't you invite them all over here. I know that cramped apartment he lives in can't be good with all of you stuffed in there."
"Really?!" Timothy's eyes darted to and fro wondering if his mother knew of the costumes they wore when they played that game. He knew how nerdy it made him, yet that game was their get away for so many years due the harassment of the bullies at their school.
"Sure. You know me baby, I'm all the more willing to entertain your friends," Molly said reaching back taking her towel off the back of the seat. Keeping her back to him showing off her glistening body to her son. "I'm going to jump on the treadmill, why don't you come join me?"
"Umm... I think I'll use the rowing machine," Timothy said knowing if he joined his mother on the treadmill beside her then she would be able to see his hard-on. He didn't think it would be wise on his part to let his mother see his cock bouncing which and every way if he ran beside her.
"Shame," Molly said shrugging her shoulders. Yet within her mind she knew it was to keep his erect cock from her view, so she allowed it to slide. Otherwise she would have demanded that Timothy to suck it up and get on the treadmill. It was enough for now that she knew she could make that tool rise.
"Mom I'm back!" Timothy called out as he entered the condo two hours before his curfew.
"Hey baby, you're home early," Molly said walking out of the kitchen wearing a pair of red boy shorts and a cut off t-shirt that showed off her midriff stopping a few inches below her breasts. "I would have thought you would wait till the last moment to rush through the door," she said smirking coyly as she leaned against the door frame allowing the light of the kitchen to halo her body.
"She caught on to the rules pretty quickly," Timothy said looking his mother in the eye not allowing his gaze to drop below her cheeks. Knowing full well he couldn't ogle his mother in full view of her even if that gorgeous body was so damn tempting to him. "So we played a few games until Bret's mom came home stumbling drunk and told us all to get out, so she could "have relations" with her new boy toy," he said not repeating what she actually said. He knew she only said that was because she was drunk and not really going to do that with Bret. "So we explained it to Nicky - Bret's new friend - that his mom was a good woman, yet she gets a little strange when she's been drinking so not to take whatever she said to heart when me and Cassady walked her home."
"Well, see, I told you I raised a good son," Molly said stretching her arms over her head causing the ragged hem of her shirt to show the bottoms of her breasts. "Since you're home early do you want to watch a movie with me?" she asked noting how his eyes darted down quickly then back up.
"Umm... sure, just let me put my stuff in my room first," Timothy stammered.
"Wait! You're forgetting something," Molly said holding out her arms. "I'm glad you had fun today," she whispered into his ear as her son filled that empty space. Loving how her breasts were pressing into his chest, praying that her son too could feel them. "How about I make us a pizza to go along with our movie, hmm?"
"O-okay."
"Good, now you go do your thing and then come watch your beautiful mother," Molly said drawing out the last two words before spinning on her heel.
"Hey baby," Molly said over her shoulder as she placed the pizza into the oven. Peering over her shoulder knowing how her ass and covered mound were wide open for her son's viewing pleasure. Her cinnamon brown hair hid her devilish smile as she saw how his eyes quickly darted away. "The pizza should be ready in a few minutes. Why don't you make us something to drink since I cooked us some dinner?"
"Sure, M-mom," Timothy said silently derating himself for staring at his mother so lewdly.
"Good," Molly said closing the oven door. She could feel his eyes on her as she reached over the range to set the timer. Knowing full well on how her breasts could be viewed if Timothy so dared, and she prayed he was that daring.
Timothy took a dry swallow as he stared at his mother's uncovered right breast. While he couldn't see the whole thing, yet its profile was enough to ignite his teenage mind. He pondered on how soft they looked, how firm it appeared to be, wondering if his mother had pink or brown areolas? Quickly looking away filling their glasses with ice from the ice dispenser that was attached to the front of the refrigerator.
"Baby?" Timothy's body stilled as he felt her breasts pressing into his back. Gooseflesh raced across his skin feeling his mother's nose then her lips danced up the back of his neck. His heart raced as her hands slowly, agonizingly inched downwards. Watching how the tips of her fingers teased the waistband of his shorts. Sucking in a breath as he felt the one of her nails brushing against the head of his cock. "How about some soda, hmm?"
"O-okay," Timothy stammered.
"Thank you, sweetheart," Molly cooed reaching for her glass. Placing a kiss on the back of his neck. She just couldn't believe she had actually touched it. Excitement rolled around within her mind at that realization. "Now come, our movie awaits!" she said holding her glass high as she took hold of her son's wrist leading Timothy to the living room.
"That's the pizza!" Molly said jumping up from her seat at the sound of the buzzer. Bending over as she stood beside him, knowing how her breasts were displayed for his viewing as she set their plates on the coffee table. Playing off the fact that she caught him watching as she sucked off the sauce from her finger that had marred her shirt. Making sure that her display was as erotic as she could make it without appearing to do so. Once they had their fill of that delicious frozen pizza the two of them sank into the quiet bliss of the atmosphere as their movie progressed. A sneaky thought popped into her mind as the hour grew late.
Timothy lost interest in their movie as his mother laid next to him dossing as the movie went into intermission due to its four hour length. His breath was heavy as his eyes stared at his mother's uncovered breasts. While he knew it was only because of the short length of her shirt, yet it didn't stop his eyes from ogling his mother's heavenly orbs. His hand moved instinctively to his cock that throbbed painfully in his shorts. Before Timothy knew it, he was slowly stroking it through the fabric. His body stilled as his mother rolled onto her back. His eyes bugged out of his skull as his mother's legs butterflied open presenting her sweet mound to his ogling eyes. His eyes darted up quickly praying that she was still asleep. Blowing out a breath, glad that his mother hadn't awaken to find him stroking his cock as he masturbated to her. Tentatively, Timothy slowly reached out, his heart hammered in his throat, he couldn't believe he was about to do this. His eyes darted up as a soft moan escaped his mother's lips as his thumb ran up his mother's labia. His mind wondered if he could get away with it as his eyes zeroed in on her breasts. Ever so slowly not to wake his mother Timothy eased himself off of the couch.
Shoving the waistband of his shorts and underwear below his balls, rubbing his cock along his mother's right leg. His eyes rolled in their sockets at the softness of her skin. His hand cradled his mother's right breast, surprised by how firm it felt compared to Janet's. Timothy was quite surprised when Janet took her shirt off and her breasts were already sagging. He would have thought that wouldn't happen until decades later. His hand flew along his shaft as he took liberties with his mother's body.
Unaware to him his mother wasn't asleep as Timothy had thought. She wanted her son to explore her body that she had purposely put on display for him. Molly had to fight herself from showing that she was enjoying her son's hands on her. The will it took not to shout out when she felt something hard and hot rubbing along her thigh, the determination not to jolt up and take hold of that appendage. Yet when she felt something hot and wet striking her underwear and her skin only then did she rouse from her fake slumber.
"Mmm... Is the movie over with?" Molly asked stretching her arms as she came out of her fake slumber. Ignoring how her son hastily shoved his cock back into his shorts. Her nostrils flared as the scent of his cum filled the air, this too she ignored. Molly didn't want her son to know she knew he had just came on her. She wanted to save that for when she got to her room.
"Y-yeah," Timothy stammered mentally smacking his forehead for allowing his hormones to get the better of him. "I tried to wake you, but you wouldn't wake up," he lied.
"I see," Molly said feigning a yawn, "then I guess I best get to bed. You should too sweetheart."
A few hours later...
Timothy's bedroom door inched open. A dark figure stood in its place. The taste she had had hours ago wasn't enough she needed more! There was only one being that could stave off her hunger, and she was going to get it. The silver glint of the handcuffs flashed as the moonlight struck it. She didn't want to use them, no, that wasn't how she wanted to show her son. Yet she also knew her son. At least this way she knew he wouldn't be running from her. No matter how long it took she was going to get him to see that Timothy only needed her. As quietly as she could closing the cuff around the post and his wrist. Flipping on the overhead light, she wanted this to be recorded for all time. Plus, she wanted something to keep her entertained when her son wasn't at home. Easing down his covers and sheets noting how Timothy wasn't stirring from his slumber. A sinful smirk rose from the corner of her lips knowing how her son was a heavy sleeper, and if he dare awaken it would already be to late. Her bare ass wiggled in excitement showing off her moist mound to the cameras as she pulled down her son's underwear. Her tongue rolled along her lips as she stared hungrily at that soft mound of flesh. Tossing the undergarment off to the side since it was no longer needed.
Her eyes darted towards his face as her fingers wrapped around his soft member. Giving it a few loving strokes to arouse it from its slumber. Gently blowing on its crown as it started to grow in her grasp. Silently praying to herself that once he awoken what she was about to do wouldn't destroy what she hoped to develop. Yet deep within all those dark sinful thoughts she has buried for so many years. She wanted Timothy to awaken. To watch as she pleased that fine tool of his. To make him realize what she had desired for the past four years.
Molly glanced up her sultry eyes beckoning to Timothy's sleeping soul. Yearning him to observe as his head danced along her lips. The way the tip of her tongue flicked out to tease that crown. Gathering up the bead of dew that had accumulated on the peak of that hot, engorged, reddish crown. A triumphant smile spread across face as she heard his soft moan as his body reacted. Pleased that even with her years of drought hadn't left her rusty. Her fingers brushed her hair behind her ear to keep it out of her way. Her lush lips gently parted as she neared that tantalizing rod that haunted her dreams. Euphoria rolled throughout her body as that hot member inched into her awaiting mouth. It was everything she had hoped for as that veiny tool slid along her tongue. Her neck rocked as her lips glided along his cock. Savoring every inch of it as seven inches of it filled her mouth.
"Oh baby," Molly purred lost in a daze as she rubbed Timothy's slick cock along her cheek. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," she said dreamily. "Can you hear that?" Molly asked running two of her fingers through her moist lips. Her wet sex resounding throughout the air, while two fingers plunged in and out of her eager canal. "Now I think it's time for you and me to become something more than just mother and child, don't you?" she asked looking up at his sleeping face. "So glad you agree!" Molly giggled as she swallowed his rod once again. Sucking hard on that phallus to ensure that it would only need her to please it.
"Baby, I know you are going to wake up once I put your cock inside of the pussy that gave birth to you; but I hope you don't freak out on me," Molly said as she knelt posed over his body. The head of his cock poking at her entrance eagerly awaiting admittance to her paradise. "Because your mother is always going to take care of you," she purred as she slowly sank down onto that hard pole. A gasp escaped her lips as Timothy inched deeper into her womanhood. Biting her lip loving how her son was filling up her neglected cunt. "God baby, I love this cock of yours," Molly said in a husky moan slowly rising and lowering herself on his appendage. A lustful smile graced her lips as Timothy stirred in his slumber.
"M-mom?!" Timothy said groggily, his eyes widening in shock as his eyes focused on his naked mother. His Adam's apple bobbed as he watched his cock disappearing into his mother's pussy.
"Hello, my Timmy," Molly said lovingly. Her hands skimmed along his chest as she leaned forward. "I was hoping that you would wake up," she said with a mischievous smile. Loving the feel of his muscles underneath her touch. It was everything she had thought it would be. "Does my caring son enjoy the feel of his mother's pussy wrapped around his delicious cock?"
Timothy chewed on his lip. His free hand curled around his sheet. His eyes fluttered as he felt the folds of his mother's cunt slid up and down his shaft. Its heat, its tightens felt so exquisite to him. Yet he knew son's shouldn't be doing such things with their mother's. Nonetheless, that didn't stop how his body sent his cock surging deep into his mother's pussy on instinct.
"Yes! Fuck me baby! Pound that fucking cock into my wet, hot snatch!" Molly howled in pleasure. She didn't give her son time to speak before her lips claimed his. Her fingers weaved through his hair, her tongue swirled around his showing Timothy everything she was eager and willing to do for him. Her hips moving in time with his upward thrust sending his cock to the deepest parts of her cunt. "Mmmhmm," she said nodding against him when she was nearing her orgasm. "Make your mother cum, Timmy," Molly ordered from around his mouth, "I want you to feel what it's like when a woman that loves you comes for you," she said in a husky voice as she slid down that rod of his. Watching how her son's body reacted as her folds tightened around that steel rod that was probing the depths of her womanhood. "God, Timmy this is very thing I thought it would be," Molly said dreamily gazing into her son's eyes. "I know this might not be what you thought was going to happen between us. Yet I just simply thought I was losing you to that girl. That you would leave me when it is I that loves you the most," she said her lip trembled, a single tear fell along her cheek.
"Mom, how can you think that? You're my mom that's never going to change," Timothy said through waves of pleasure.
"But baby, you and I are much more than that now," Molly said squeezing her folds to prove her point. Enjoying that pleasure filled moan that escaped his lips. "My baby only needs me to please him not some hussy," she growled increasing the pace of her hips making those springs squeak with a vengeance. "My baby only needs his mother to take care of these carnal cravings that dwell within his body," Molly said with determination as she pushed herself up. Making her son watch as her hips rocked, her breasts bouncing with every rock of her hips. "Is my sweet baby about to cum? I can feel that cock swelling inside of my juicy cunt," she said smiling down at her son.
"Mom...," Timothy began to say only to be stopped by his mother's finger.
"Unless it's to say you won't see anyone else but me, then you have nothing I want to hear," Molly said with a mischievous smirk. "Mmm," she moaned. Tilting her head back, her eyes fluttering as she felt his spunk surging into her womb. She knew she wasn't done yet. Timothy had yet to say the words she longed to hear. Sucking in a breath as she felt every inch of his cock sliding out of her satisfied cunt. Scurrying backwards Molly forced her son to watch as she inhaled that slick cock of his. Her eyes catching his mesmerizing them as her neck worked savoring the cock that was gliding through her lips. "Now I think you need to see how my ass looks like bouncing on you while I ride this cock again," Molly purred once she got her son hard again.
For three hours Molly Tilbits rode her son to sweet bliss. Filling up her womb in that hot, sweet, salty cum. She couldn't remember the last time her pussy was so full of cum that it simply had no place left to go. Not that she was complaining, far from it. The wet spot that marred her son's sheet grew from a small blotch to a rather large dark surface that nearly stretched down to her son's knees. Again this, she wasn't complaining about. Molly couldn't remember when the last time she left such a large greeting card. It just proved to her that her son was the man that she needed. No man, nor her various toys she had bought throughout the years could ever produce such a large wet spot. Now that she has experienced the hard cock of her son Molly wasn't ever going to give it up.
"So baby," Molly said smiling down at Timothy's sweat drenched face, "I know this overworked appendage might be a tad sore," she purred as her labia brushed up and down Timothy's shaft. "However, how about we put you back inside of mama?"
"Fuck yes!" Timothy cried out. While at first, he tried not to enjoy how his mother was fucking him, yet as the hours passed his body overruled his sane rational mind. "I want to fuck you from behind!" he said a little to enthusiastically.
"Oh? Does my sweet boy enjoy having his mother fuck him?" Molly asked with a light tone in her voice. Giggling as Timothy nodded vigorously. "Good. I was so hoping that you would baby," she cooed as she leaned forward. Biting her lip as her breasts pressed into his chest. "Does my baby love how my breasts feel pressed into him?" Molly asked a broad grin spreading across her lips as Timothy nodded once again. "Will my sweet caring son suck on them once again? Excellent," Molly said in a wanton purr at Timothy's very vehement nod. "I guess you can't take me from behind if you're tied up," she said teasingly. Moving up his body thrusting his face into her cleavage, gooseflesh rushed along her skin as Timothy took her left breast into his mouth. "Yes baby, taste your mother's tit!" Molly moaned wantonly as Timothy rolled his tongue along her nipple. The metal cuffs clinked against the post as the cuff fell against it. Yelping in surprise as her son set up causing her to slid back onto his lap. She could feel his hot, sore cock resting in-between her ass cheeks. Her left hand pressed against the back of his head as Timothy sucked, licked, nibbled on her breasts. Her breathing grew more aroused the longer her son tasted her skin. "Baby? How about you fuck me now, hmm?"
"Of course," Timothy said with a stout nod.
"Now," Molly said looking over her shoulder as she presented her ass to her son as she faced the doorway. "Fuck your mother, fuck me so good that we wake the neighbors," she said with a coy smirk.
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