Chapitre 488: Dare Me To?
At 18, John had never had a father figure. His dad had left him and his mother, Jenny, years ago, but they were far from unhappy. They were like best friends. They would sit and talk things over, go for drinks together for company, play on the Xbox, and pull pranks. They pulled so many pranks on each other. It was all in fun though. It was rare to see them together and not be laughing about silly things.
It was a Saturday afternoon, the height of summer. Sunshine beamed down into the suburbs. Heat lines danced above the asphalt of the streets. There was not too much activity. John and his mother lived in a dead-end road and not many cars came down there. It was rather quiet and secluded excepted for the residents of the other houses. John sat playing on his Xbox in the living room. He had drawn one drape across the French doors which led to the garden, so as to keep the sun from blinding his view of the television.
Over the sound of gunshots and grenades from his game, he could hear his mother one door away in the kitchen rattling pots and pans as she cleaned. The house was hot, basking in the sun. A few of the windows were open, but there was no real breeze coming through. Everything was stagnant, a dog day afternoon.
John was getting his ass kicked by the game he was playing, and lost interest after a while. He leaned back into the sofa and looked through the French window not covered by the drape. Grass in the garden was burning and turning brown. He turned off his Xbox and made his way through the hallway.
"Bored!" he yelled, standing in the doorway to the kitchen. His mother was on her knees, head in a floor cupboard she was scrubbing. Below the waist she had on a light colored skirt which flowed smoothly over the curve of her butt and stopped at around her knees. She wore an old white cotton vest, marked a little from her hard work. It was obvious she wore no bra. She always said it made working a little uncomfortable, and there was no embarrassment between her and her son. No one else would see so it was fine.
"Bored!?" chuckled Jenny, climbing back out of the cupboard. She sat back on her knees, looking towards John. Her dark hair was held above her head in a band. Stray locks curled playfully down her neck.
"If you're bored you can help me clean!" she smiled.
"I'm not that bored!" John cheeked back. He leaned against the doorframe.
"Yeah! Thought not!" his mother sniggered, putting her head back into the cupboard. John walked over behind her, inspecting her work.
"You've cleaned loads. Why don't we do something? John persisted. His mother climbed back out of the cupboard, and pushed herself into her feet. Standing up she was a little shorter than her son. John was by no means tall, but he had a few inches on his mother. "What do you want to do? She asked, crossing her arms over her chest. John had always noticed his mother's ample breasts. He considered her gifted, although he had never thought of her in a sexual way. When he was younger and had friends over, they would often stare at his mother as she walked through a room. Little jiggles of her curves drove them mad. John did not like it, but could not blame them for it.
"Want to play a game?" he asked, "How about Monopoly?"
"Aren't you a bit old for that?" Jenny asked, as John shrugged. "Ok. Go set it up. I'll be in a second." John grabbed the game box and set the board up on the coffee table in the middle of the room. He sat on the sofa. Soon his mother entered and took her place on the floor the other side of the table, facing him.
They began playing, the same old boring game. They moved the pieces round the board, got some properties, and paid a few fines. Jenny sighed.
"This sucks doesn't it?" John voiced. He and his mother looked at each other for a few moments before laughing.
"It needs something new to it," suggesting Jenny. John nodded, and went to find something in the kitchen. After a few moments he returned, holding a few cans of beer in one hand, and 2 bottles of wine in the other.
"In the middle of the afternoon?" Jenny giggled. John placed them on the table along with 2 glasses.
"You don't have any plans do you?" He asked.
"Well..." she hesitated, "No I suppose." John opened a bottle of wine and began pouring generously into his mother's glass. Jenny looked a little shocked at the amount he had given her.
"From now on, you drink one glug for every $50 you get fined in the game." explained John. Jenny was not too sure what to say, but gradually gave a genuine smile.
"You're a terrible influence, young man." She jibed, picking up her near-overflowing glass in one hand and the dice in the other. John sat down, cracking open a beer. Rolling the dice, Jenny took a small sip of her wine. She moved her piece along a few spaces, landing on a $200 fine.
"Four glugs, please!" grinned John. Jenny gave him a sarcastic frown, just sore for being caught.
"Oh dear, middle of the afternoon," she sighed before drinking down her wine. She had to drink nearly the whole glass. Leaning back on her hand, her face came over all red.
"It's so hot." Jenny complained. Standing up, she pulled the other drape across the French window, blocking out the light. The room was now a dim place filled with shadows. A tall lamp provided just enough illumination to see. John noted how alluring his mother looked like this, and he was only one in the world who could see her. It was very intimate. John rolled the dice next. Before he finished moving his piece his mother laughed.
"Haha!" yelped Jenny, pointing her near empty glass at the board, "that's $300! That's most of your drink, please." John sniggered and shook his head. He gulped down his drink. This was going to be messy.
On the next go Jenny had to drink another glass, throwing a playful tantrum about how brutal the rule was. John dismissed her, joking she could not keep up with him.
"I can!" she griped, giggling, trying not to let her son see she was wound up.
"It's fine, mom," John spoke sarcastically, "you can cop-out now if you want."
"Pour my wine." Jenny was determined. John filled her glass again, and Jenny enthusiastically downed it. As she leant back, John could see her bright red cheeks, and a mild sweat she had developed around her neck and chest. They continued playing, drinking different levels of wine and beer until they neared the end of the game. By then John noticed his vision had blurred a little, but was in good shape compared to his mother. She tried leaning on her arms on the floor, but they buckled easily. Her head fell back flaccidly, eyes closed. Jenny found herself moaning softly at her dizziness, but kept smiling. She was sincerely happy. She was drunk.
"Stop now, lightweight?" John teased. Jenny's head snapped forwards, pointing a finger with it.
"No!" she snapped.
"I'm over here, mom." sighed John. His mother had pointed and shouted at the wrong end of the sofa. She unsteadily moved her arm to correct her mistake, making John burst out laughing. Jenny clumsily pushed herself off the floor and found the stability in the legs to stand upright. John got on his feet and held the tops of her arms.
"Ok?" he asked.
"Just floating to the bathroom!" his mother laughed. John led her out to the hallway and allowed her to go into the bathroom. He returned to the living room, walking to the drapes and peered out. The sun still beat down heavily. His eyes soon got sore from the light, so returned the room to its dim musk.
After a minute his mother returned, flopping into the room. John ran over to catch her. She fell chest first into him, squeezing her breasts against him. After he steadied her she put her arms around his.
"So big and strong." She hummed.
"So drunk!" John poked fun at her, "Two bottles of wine and you're anyone's!" Jenny looked up at him, pushing herself away in the process.
"Ok!" Jenny stammered, "Ok! New challenge! New challenge!" She was determined to stop her son mocking her, but was having fun all the while it happened.
"Why don't we play forfeit poker?" he asked.
"What's that?" slurred Jenny.
"We just deal a hand of poker, and the loser has to drink." He explained. Jenny agreed eagerly, not wanting to spoil their fun. They set it up with a proper poker set. John sat on the sofa one side of the low coffee table, and his mother on the other side sitting on the floor. The first hand was dealt.
Jenny looked down at her cards, biting her bottom lip lightly. John stared at her dark curls as the fell playfully over her eyes. She could feel his gaze, and raised her big eyes to meet his. Her lashes fluttered in dark allure.
"I raise." John announced. Jenny's eyes widened, like a rabbit in headlights. Looking back down at her cards, she allowed her lip to bounce out from between her teeth. She smiled.
"I'm all in" she flirted. John instantly checked his own holding again. Three beautiful aces stared back at him. Looking back at his mother, he saw her smiling broadly, struggling to contain giggles.
"I call." He grinned. Jenny let out a burst of laughter. She turned her hand over to reveal a king high.
"Looks like you got me." She kept smiling, showing brilliant white teeth. John nodded towards her empty wine glass. Jenny's head flopped to look where he pointed, in that ragdoll way only a very drunk woman could. She could not stop giggling, strewing up her eyes and covering her mouth with her hand. Rocking back and forth with intoxication, she leant for her wine bottle. Upon shakily lifting it to pour, it struck her that it was empty.
"Oh no," She falsely moaned, "I can't do my forfeit!" Jenny let the bottle roll out of her hand and across to carpet. She started falling backwards, saving herself by landing on her palm. Her thick, lush curls fell down half her face. Jenny gave a soft sigh, completely vulnerable. With her chin resting on her chest she looked up at her son mercifully.
"You still owe me a forfeit, lady." John spoke firmly. Jenny rolled her head back.
"Everything's spinning." She laughed. John gathered the cards on the table and began shuffling them.
"Looks like you lose then." He informed. Jenny leaned forward and put her hand on the cards, stopping him shuffling. Her mouth straightened, more serious.
"I'll give you a forfeit." Without taking her wide eyes off of John, her free hand ran up her leg and waist, then ran her index finger up her front, across her body over her stomach and over her breasts until she reached the strap of her vest. In one smooth action her vest strap was flicked from her shoulder. It fell down the top of her arm floppy. Without hesitation she did the same to the other strap. Each rested around her elbows. The vest top strayed where it was, held up tight by her ample chest. John's mouth opened a little, taking in the sight of his mother's bare shoulders. His eyes caressed down her neck and top chest, witnessing her smooth and peach-like skin.
"Is that good enough?" Jenny cheeked. Sitting still for a moment, she allowed her son to take in this new side to his mother. John licked his lips. As she leant back on her hand again her vest shimmied down her body a little further. Jenny knew it was happening. John was treated to a good eyeful of cleavage. He saw the tops of her perfectly round breasts. The very top of her vest settled just inches above her nipples. Even though covered, they pushed through the white cotton enough for John to see his mother's excited state.
"What are you doing, drunky?" laughed John.
"Another hand?" she grinned. John could not shuffle up quickly enough. He almost dropped the card as he dealt with such haste. Jenny leaned forwards to take her cards. The vest slipped further down her body. John tried not to stare at her nipple which peeked out on top of the cotton rim. She saw him looking, but did nothing to cover herself. She looked down at her cards.
"Oh no," Jenny sighed in a very forced manner, "I only have a ten-high."
"You're not meant to tell me, mom." John chuckled. "You can bluff me."
"Ok." She laughed, pushing all her chips across the table. John announced a call before she could get them in the middle and showed a pair of twos. His mother wasted no time in stumbling to her feet once again. This time she whipped off her skirt. It was one of those that was buttoned at the side. It peeled off her legs like a big wrap, revealing her navy blue lace panties. Her vest was held up resting on just one boob now. The other was entirely exposed. It stood proud and erect in the warmth of the room.
"Shouldn't you cover yourself? I don't have any dollar bills to stuff down that!" John said, making light of it. Jenny stood still, a little shaky, but said nothing. "You're beautiful." John complimented, after some hesitation. Jenny turned around, letting John get a look at her panties riding up the crack of her ass. Her ass was so fleshy, like a peach. John wanted to dig his nails into it and taste the salt of its skin, just to know it was real. Soon he realized his mother was bending over, away from him. She had slid her vest down around her waist and was pushing it down her hips. She let them fall down her silk legs and crumple at her feet. John could only sit slack-jawed, eyes dancing down his mother's slender back.
As Jenny stood back upright she turned towards John, placing one forearm across her chest. John could see her ample rounded breasts as the dim light bounced off them. Jenny sat back down, nipples concealed.
"I think we should play for dares now." She smiled, "You know, 'I dare you' to do something." John nodded willingly. It did not take long for Jenny to give up the next hand. John passed her his beer and dared her to drink it in one. She took it willingly. In her intoxicated state she missed her mouth and much of the liquid spilled down her chin and onto her chest. She jumped a little at its chill, still keeping her arm across her tits. John dealt the next hand. He looked down at a pair of kings, and then slyly peered at his mother's face as she studied her own hand.
"I've got three jacks!" she smirked. John paused for a moment.
"Three kings." He said in a soft, timid voice. Jenny sighed, and mucked her hand face down onto the table. John felt relief overcome him. His dishonesty worked. His mother had not even looked to see if he was telling the truth.
"Dare me?" she asked. John took a breath, thinking of what to suggest. Jenny watched a look of realization come over his face.
"I'm going to save this one up." John informed his mother. She nodded in agreement. John dealt out another hand, and stared at Jenny until she revealed her hand. It was a pair of fours.
"Unlucky, mom, I have fives!" John tried to keep a serious face, looking down at his ace high.
"I don't think I'm very good at this." Giggled Jenny. John wasted no time dealing another hand, and went through the same façade. They did it again and again. Jenny was entirely passive, just allowing her son to declare himself the winner of each hand. John was getting so excited he began announcing his hand before his mother did. After about 15 dares he had successfully saved up he told her that he had three eights on his next hand. Jenny looked down at her own hand and claimed to have a pair of tens. She threw her hand down on the table. It landed face up. She had folded three tens, beating John. He look down at the hand in mild shock, then up at his mother's face. She looked into his eyes deeply, and then slowly pushed herself up towards the table, leaning over to him. She put her elbows on the glass, uncovering her nipples. John noticed how erect they were again.
"Want to use some of these dares up now?" She asked softly, "Otherwise I'm going to be at your command for life." John had to swallow a lump in his throat.
"I dare you..." stuttered John. Jenny moved to sit on her knees placing her hands behind her back. Her chest bulged out in front of her, with the sides of her ample breasts slightly obscuring her arms above the elbow.
"Yes?" Jenny interrupted. John shook, obviously out of his comfort zone.
"I dare you..." he continued as Jenny fluttered her eyelashes, "I dare you to pose."
"To pose?" His mother smiled.
"Yeah. Wait there." John pushed himself off the sofa and made his way out the room. Jenny shivered with anticipation. She leaned back on the floor, her arms falling above her head, legs curling to her side. Staring at the ceiling, she felt like a child, completely at the mercy of someone in charge. She ran her fingers down her side, imagining what John would ask of her.
After a couple of minutes John appeared back through the door, holding a digital camera in his hand. Jenny pretended to cover herself up. John instructed her to sit up on her knees, arm back across her chest covering her nipples. The camera flashed. Before checking the photo John told his mother to use her other hand to run her fingers through her hair, to hold it above her head. She did willingly. The camera flashed again. He then told her to cup each of her tits. As she did John could see her hands could barely contain her fleshy mounds. John took a few more pictures.
"Stand up." John instructed. Jenny stood, still holding her tits. John got her to turn away from him, so he could see the side of her tits and most of her back. The light danced off her ass like a candle in eclipse. A few more flashes of the camera recorded his mother's exposure.
"Look at the camera." John once again asked. Throwing her gaze over towards him, her luscious curls fell down her shoulder. Her bedroom eyes pierced through the lens. Moving towards her, John put one hand on her hip over her panties, and the other at the top of her back. He pushed down on her, forcing her to bend over. Through instinct Jenny released her breasts and balanced herself on the fireplace mantle. Her pert tits swung free, retaining their roundness. John stepped back, taking in her amplified posterior as it was pushed out, barely contained by lace underwear. More pictures flashed.
"Get on the floor." John ordered. Jenny got back on her knees. Her son guided her onto all fours, arching her back inwards. He circled her, taking many photos. Jenny threw her head back and forth to John's instruction, giving a ravished look. John had his mother lean down into the carpet, tits pushing down against the floor. Her ass remained proudly upright, atop her smooth thighs. Her panties ran deep into the crack of her ass, cheeks on full display. John took his last pictures. He could smell a warmth in the air, the excited condition of his mother. He could see the moistness in the crotch of her panties.
"Ok," Breathed John, "You can get up now." Jenny slid up off the floor. She picked up her white vest heaped on the floor. She went to put it on but hesitated.
"Is that dare over now?" she joked. John nodded, allowing her to pull the garment over her head and cover herself. She got on her feet, drunkenly balancing on her son. John was looking through the photos on the mini screen. She pushed her breasts against his arm, laughing as if she acted like she did not know what she was doing. Failing to get his attention she watched as the photos came up one after another.
Jenny looked fantastic. Even in the amateur style of these pictures. The white hot flash burnt most of the pictures giving that home made feel, although it captured her curves beautifully.
"So are you turning your mother into a porn star?" Jenny said in jest. John stopped reviewing the photos and thought to himself. Jenny was slowly slumping onto his shoulder.
"I dare you to put these on the internet." John tempted. Jenny woke up with a jerk. At first she looked shocked and reluctant, but after a long stare from John she began smiling.
"That's my dare?" She grinned. John nodded. "You backing out?" he asked. Jenny excitedly shook her head. Taking her hand, he led his mother to the computer in the hallway. She followed obediently. After turning the PC on John took a seat on the desk-swivel chair. Jenny looked for where she could park herself, as there was only one chair. John placed his hands on her hips and guided her ass onto his lap. Swinging her head around, she gave her son a wide smirk, showing her brilliantly white teeth. The smell of grapes and wine filled his nose.
Soon after the computer loaded John opened an internet browser. It did not take long to find a message board dealing with amateur porn. There were many threads and topics, all with names like "My wife in the shower" and "Ex-GF poses in bedroom". Jenny clicked on a couple to open them. Many pictures began flashing up across a range of topics. All the photos looked like they had been taken at home with basic equipment, just like the ones they had just made. There were asses and tits everywhere.
"So you're going to make me into one of these?" Jenny asked, although with no resilience.
"Yes Miss. Zemanova," he joked, "You're so in their league." His mother beamed. John created a new thread and quickly added all the compromising photos of Jenny to it.
"We need a title for the thread." John told his mom, "So people know what sort of thing it is." Jenny shrugged, then watched him type something in. It read "Busty MILF strips in living room".
"What's a 'MILF'?" she asked in genuine fascination.
"You're a MILF." Laughed John, "It means Mom I'd Like To Fuck'."
"Oh would you?" Jenny asked, moving her face closer to his. He could feel her breath on his cheeks. John swallowed, clicking 'post' on the website to publish the new thread.
"It usually means you're over 30, but men would give anything to fuck you." After he spoke, Jenny turned around to face him, throwing one leg over him. She straddled him. The warmth of her crotch alerted John to her continued excitement. Her tits sat inches from his face, nipples attacking the soft cotton and ample flesh barely contained as it strained against the top. John felt his heart beating faster, his body was becoming sensitive. The heat from his mother got him excited. His penis began springing into action. It hardened gradually, pushing up against his pants. Jenny gyrated slowly on his crotch as she felt the stiffness pushing into her flimsy panties.
With a sudden thud, there was a knock at the front door. Jenny and John jumped with shock, both frozen. They stared at the door, then at each other. Another sudden thud came from the door.
"Just leave it." said Jenny, catching her breath. John looked back at the door.
"Answer it." he told her.
"I'll get my skirt." sighed Jenny, now leaning away from her son. John grabbed her arm.
"Go as you are!" John smiled.
"I'm not going like this!" Jenny protested.
"I DARE you to!" smirked John. Jenny's eyes widened, red cheeks fading to white. She looked back at the door as another knock came.
"I hate you!" Jenny stated, still smiling. She climbed off of John and took a moment to compose herself. John stood up with her and guided her towards to door. He used his whole palm to lightly slap her across the ass, making his mother yelp, before retiring back to the kitchen doorway so he could peek around. Breathing heavily, eyes shut, Jenny lifted her hand to the lock on the door. After a second of hesitation, Jenny swung the door wide open.
Standing there was a delivery man. Jenny could tell from his uniform. It was a young man, probably only about 20. He had to do a double take at what was in front of him. He stood speechless for moments, eyes scanning the gorgeous woman up and down. Jenny clasped her hands at her waist in front of her, only through nerves, but framing her chest nicely for him. The man stared down her chest and slender stomach, then further down to her crotch. Jenny felt his eyes caressing through the dark thin patch of hair visible through the translucent panties.
"Can I help?" Jenny asked sternly.
"Yes..." his eyes probed her body, "Yes ma'am. Can you sign for this please?" He handed her a small package, then a clipboard. Jenny had to free her hands of the package to take the clipboard, so turned around and put it on the floor. This gave the delivery man a real eyeful of her ass. Before standing she looked up towards the kitchen door. There stood John, laughing at her. Jenny lifted her hand to her neck and ran her finger across it, gesturing 'you're dead'. Standing up and turning around, Jenny took the clipboard from the man. As she signed the papers she noticed the tent pole sticking out in his pants.
"See you later, sugar." Jenny winked at the man, passing him back the clipboard and closing the door. As soon as the lock clicked shut Jenny turned around and ran towards to kitchen. John let out a loud burst of laughter. She started hitting him on the arm playfully. After a few moments she joined his laugher.
"I hate you! I hate you!" she screamed in fits of amusement. John grabbed her arms. Jenny kept flailing. He pushed her against the wall, their bodies crashed together. With colliding, their laughter stopped. John and his mother stared deeply into each other's eyes, and within moments their lips locked in embrace. Jenny pushed her tongue into John's mouth and danced around inside. John's hands felt their way down her body to her panties. With little tact his fingers pushed down into the front of her underwear. He found her course pubic hair and brushed through it, then feeling the sticky wetness coating her pussy.
"Agh" moaned Jenny as she felt her son massaging her lips. John moved his hand slowly around her panties, whipping his mother into a frenzy. With his other hand he grabbed the back of her soft hair tightly, keeping her in place. Jenny threw her head back, moaning deeply, filling the silence of the house with exhilaration.
John felt his fingers getting wetter and wetter and more it went on. Soon his fingers were sliding into her snatch with no resistance. Jenny put her weight on one leg, lifting the other allowing John to go even deeper. Her pussy was tightening and clenching at his hand. She was a soppy mess. John pulled his hand out of her underwear. Before Jenny would moan he shoved his fingers into her mouth. His mother instinctively began lapping her tongue over the sticky sweet juice covering them. She sucked them clean like a lollipop.
"Here's the next dare." John told her as she calmed down. Pulling on the back of her hair, he guided her head down to his crotch. With his free hand he undid his belt buckle and pulled out his very solid cock. It throbbed powerfully in front of Jenny's pert lips. She opened her mouth, it watered. John steered his solid member inside. Instantly he could feel his mother's warm wet tongue caressing his shaft. It made his head grow bigger, touching the sides of her mouth. He continued pushing his cock over her tongue until he was buried to the hilt.
Jenny's cheeks tightened as she gently sucked. John had to put his hand on the wall to steady himself, it was such an intense feeling. Jenny was crouched in front of him, one hand on his thigh and the other stopping herself from falling over. She was weak in the legs from alcohol. John felt himself throbbing harder the longer it went on. He ran his hand through his mother's hair and controlled her movement.
"I'm gonna cum!" He yelled, screwing up his face. Jenny found the strength to pull her face off his cock, against the power of her son's grip.
"You want me to swallow?" Jenny choked. John nodded furiously.
"You DARING me to swallow? Everything you spurt?"
"Yes!" John bellowed. With that, John came. John came harder that he had in years. His cock twitched for a second, and then erupted. Jenny saw thick white streams of juice flying towards her. The first painted itself across her cheek. Jenny opened her mouth, trying to catch the rest. Another hit the tip of her nose and streamed down across both lips, lowering over her tongue. The third was a bulls-eye. It crashed against the back of her throat. Jenny gagged. She shut her mouth, trying to swallow and clear her throat. John kept coming. He fired more streams of warm jizz over his mother. They hit her chin and meandered down her chest. Jenny could feel the moist substance creeping down under her vest.
John's muscles began to relax. His shoulders slumped. Jenny regained her composure. Moving her head forward, she took his penis into her mouth, coiling her tongue around his head, licking off the last few globs of cum. John looked down at her as she swallowed.
"Another dare down," Jenny breathed heavily. John took her hand and helped her to her feet, noticing her mouth and chest sodden in semen. He helped her sit down at the kitchen table, exhausted from her assault and intoxication. She flopped down.
"You know, you haven't really finished the dare yet." John poked. Jenny lifted her gaze to meet him.
"No?" She inquired. John nodded towards her body.
"I dared you to eat all my spunk." He joked, but with a firm tone, "Look how much you've left." His mother looked down at her chest. Generous streams painted her skin white. A glob hung from her chin which she could feel moving around. Jenny used two fingers and her thumb to pinch it away and hold it next to her face.
"You backing out of the dare?" John smirked. Jenny smiled at him.
"You're such a fascist!" she jested, "but I won't have anyone saying I back out of dares." John's heart began to beat faster again. Jenny giggled, imagining what she was about to do. Lifting her head, she pushed her tongue beyond her lips. Raising her hand, she held the ball of jizz over her mouth. It very slowly stretched and glooped out of her fingers, hanging ever longer until it hit her pink tongue. Taking no time to savor, she bought her fingers to her mouth, cleaning them off the salty mess. Lowering her head, she saw her son sitting slack-jawed.
"Mmmm" she teased, pretending to enjoy the taste. John was paralyzed, in trance. Jenny had a beaming smile, teeth coated in a thin film of semen. Looking around she noticed a candy bar on the table. Without thinking too much she unwrapped it and rubbed it across her cheek, gathering all the cum in a pool on top of the chocolate. John held his breath. His mother brought it to her mouth and bit down, through the salty coating and into the sweetness of the candy. Jenny sat back, chewing contently. She soon swallowed the blended concoction and immediately took the remainder into her mouth. After a few moments chewing she swallowed that too. Giving a little clear of her throat, she opened her mouth wide and poked her tongue out at John, showing it was all gone. John thought it was really porn star-like. It only made him more excited.
"Why don't you find me something to clean to rest of me up?" instructed Jenny. John was overjoyed. He pushed himself up and looked around the kitchen. He opened the bread bin and pulled out a bread loaf. Taking out one slice, he leaned over the table to his mother and placed it flat on her chest where most of his spunk remained. Jenny allowed him to wipe it over her skin, cleaning it all up. He pushed it down under her vest between her tits to get the last of the streams. His mother sat passively, hands in her lap. John folded the slice over, making half a sandwich. Jizz oozed out the sides. He held it in front of Jenny's mouth, and she happily leaned forwards and took a bite. Salty liquid poured out between the bread. Jenny used to tongue to catch most of it. She began chewing.
"So what brought that on?" teased John.
"Well..." Jenny swallowed her snack and breathed out, "I just got excited." John looked at her for a moment before pushing the sandwich into her mouth again. His mother obediently ate more.
"Was it the stranger at the door? Did showing off to him do it?" John asked. Jenny kept chomping and shrugged, trying not to grin.
"I'm not an exhibitionist." Jenny protested, gulping down.
"Maybe," John said, guiding the quickly vanishing sandwich to her mouth, "or maybe you just don't know you are yet." Jenny took another chuck out of the bread, while shrugging and averting eyes from her son.
John could feel his dick getting hard again, just from the sight of what he had reduced his mother to. Her skin was shiny from the spunk shower she had received, and now was dutifully eating the excess in a snack. She could be his slave. He was not even sure if he would have to keep her drunk, she was so submissive. Jenny swallowed that portion, and John passed her the rest of the cum-soaked bread. His mother shoved it in her mouth. John just stared. After consuming the last of it Jenny slummed back in her chair.
"I don't feel too well." She complained. Her head fell from side to side. John knew it was the alcohol.
"I'm going to take a shower, clean myself off." She stated, wobbling as she pulled herself up. John took her hand and led her to the stairs.
"You ok, mom?" he pretended to sympathize.
"Yeah, I think I need a lay down." His mother slurred, "Why don't you think of an ultimate dare for me? We can do it tomorrow" John's eyes lit up. Jenny stumbled up the stairs. John watched the tiny bounces her ass made with each step.
She was his to play with.Jenny slept all through the afternoon, her mind soaked in alcohol. John, after his dare master play-acting, needed to wind down. His mind went a mile a minute, recounting again and again the images in his mind. His mother had become his slave, and although drunk, she had done it willingly. Even through the flimsiest scenario of rules, she was his. He sat playing his Xbox once again as the bright sun faded, and the house began to cool. The air around him was got still, so silent. As evening came, he decided to retire to bed. His mother's bedroom door was closed.
John had no trouble sleeping, but was woken in the middle of the night by the sound of Jenny's door creaking open, and then the slow, heavy steps treading down the hallway towards the bathroom. A groan emanated through the thin wall. John stared into the blackness, his senses highly attuned to the movement outside. He had the passing thought that his mother was making his way to his room, driven nuts by their sexual daring this afternoon, eager to be absolutely ravished by him.
Sadly for him he heard her footsteps passing his door. His mother was making her way to the bathroom. He considered for a moment jumping out and surprising her, but was too unsure, and did not have the nerve. He would have to wait until the sober light of day to gauge his mother's reaction. Continuing to listen, he heard her arm arming against the wall. Was she hung over? Maybe even still drunk? As she reached the bathroom door he heard her taking a drink for the facet. John rolled over and went back to sleep.
The next morning John was awoken by sunlight beaming down into his eyes. It was every bit of the scorcher it yesterday. He could already feel a sweat forming on his brow. After moving out of the light, he listened for movement in the house. There was not a sound. John trod carefully as he moved out of bed, and opened the door slowly. He listened once again, but nothing. He bit his lip, breathing deeply, and left his room.
Making his way downstairs he began to relax. He could see his mother was nowhere to be seen. John was not sure if he was ready for inevitable awkward conversation they would be forced to have. He picked up the newspaper hanging through the letterbox and moved into the kitchen, laughing at the sight of breadcrumbs on the table. Feeling mostly at ease he made some coffee, sat down and opened the paper.
There really was not much worth reading. It was all toothless local news; something about a burglary, news of a parade next week, a local election campaigner trying to rally up support. After reading for about twenty minutes John was alerted to a noise by the stairs. He looked up, but saw nothing. He kept staring. Slowly, he caught sight of his mother's curly locks emerging from the corner of the wall. She had her back to the wall, peering round slowly so as not to be detected, like a child hiding might. Her eyes came into John's view his heart stopped beating. He took a cold breath. For a moment their gazes met. John's expression was without motion, lips parted slightly. When Jenny glimpsed at him she jumped a little, darting her head back behind the cover of the wall. John sat paralyzed, helpless in what he should do. After a few moments he heard a low giggle. Relief overcame him. His heart beat back into life.
"Is there any chance you didn't see me?" Jenny asked playfully. John began smiling. He felt all his dread lifted from him.
"See what?" he teased, "Who said that?" A few moments passed, and then slowly his mother slumped from around the corner. Her hair fell haphazardly over her face, covering one eye. She held one hand on her forehead, clearly nursing a headache. She looked beaten, shoulders slumped forwards. She shuffled towards the table. John noticed a wide smile under her hair. She sat opposite him, just as she had last night, though this time eyes fixed on the table surface shrouded by locks and tresses.
"How are we today?" asked John. His mother gave a low groan, having to deal with the pain of a hangover. Taking mercy, he took a glass and filled it with water, placing it before Jenny. Some quick searching netted some aspirin which he popped out of the pack and put alongside the glass of water. He then sat back opposite her and continued reading the paper.
"Ow!" Jenny moaned loudly and ironically, clutching her head in both hands, "Pain! Dislike!" John laughed at her, throwing a glance her way.
"Think it's funny?" she asked, one eye finding his face through matted hair.
"It's weird. I don't remember you drinking last night." John smiled sarcastically. His mother gave a disapproving, yet accountable look. She slowly pushed herself away from the table and slumped back with another groan. John saw more of her face now, still as pretty but with an exhausted frustration.
"What did we do last night?" she sighed, hand covering her eyes from the light.
"Well, we drank a lot, and played dare games. You lost a lot at poker so..."
"Don't!" his mother interrupted, trying not to smile through her agony, "I remember."
"Do you remember everything?" John inquired. Jenny sat motionless, her son studying her body. She finally pulled her hands from her face and looked straight at him.
"Do you know how drunk I was?" She asked meekly.
"Your fault!" John said excitedly, "You sucked at monopoly, and then poker! You got so many dares against you!" Jenny groaned and hid her eyes from the light again.
"Be gentle, mom's hung over," Jenny was looking for sympathy. John studied her for a few moments more, picturing her from yesterday, chest coated in semen.
"At least you finished your dares!" he poked fun.
"Don't." smiled Jenny.
"Don't worry, it's pretty healthy. That was a lot of protein." John said with a feeling of risk.
"Don't!" Jenny could not help but laugh, leaning forward and play-slapping him. It was all a big joke. John leaned back and left her be. He was so pleased she was not weird about last night. She took it all in jest, like it was just one of those things you know you should not have done when you were drunk. John felt like everything had gone back to normal. Well, not entirely normal. There was no denying they had crossed a line, but it seemed there was no consequence. It was a drinking anecdote.
John left his mother at the table, suggesting she lay down. She did so, retiring to her room and was not seen for the next few hours. John wandered around the house, doing a few chores. He went to the store and picked up some milk and cereal. As the afternoon drew in he decided to enjoy the sun and mowed the lawn. A few hours passed, and finally his mother reappeared.
Jenny entered the kitchen while John was making more coffee. She wore a cheap blue t-shirt which hung loosely off her body. Her bottom half covered by shorts ending half way up her thigh. In one hand she held the cotton vest she had worn yesterday.
"Better?" asked John.
"Much." Jenny said, "Fancy making me some toast?"
"I would, but I think you ate all the bread yesterday!" John teased as Jenny gave him a stern look, "Same goes for the chocolate if you wanted that!"
"You're pushing your luck now." His mother scorned. Making her way to the trash can, she threw her vest inside.
"What's wrong with that?" he annoyed her.
"There's a couple of stains on it." She sighed. John laughed heartily.
"Look," she began, more serious than before, "You took advantage of a drunken woman. I didn't bring you up to do things like that!" John thought better than to make another joke.
"Don't be such a killjoy," John defended himself, "Don't pretend you didn't have a good time."
"Not the point!" she had a tantrum, "Now you're just being mean." John smiled at her, reassuring her. He took her by the arm and told her to follow him. Intrigued, she did so. John led her to the computer which was whirring away with life. John sat on the chair, and directed his mother's ass onto his lap.
"You know I'm not drunk now?" Jenny said. John tapped away on the computer, and soon the screen was filled with the forum thread they had created yesterday. Jenny's mouth opened and eyes widened with realization. The screen loaded and flashed images in front of them. She could not speak, but only witness her own shame as she posed for one photo after another. Her tits and ass teasing the camera lens with their appetizing allure.
"Oh no, you have to take these down." Jenny protested vulnerably.
"Just wait." John instructed, scrolling down past his mother's exposing images and to the list of replies. Comments filled the screen. Jenny read them in wonderment;
'Wow, check out those curves. Her tits are amazing.'
'I want to eat that ass. You could bounce quarters off it.'
'Given half a chance I would fuck the hell out of this bitch!'
'Please tell me she's done hardcore. She'd make me cum with a look!'
The comments continued on into the dozens, many of them wanted to know her name, eager to see more of her. Jenny was transfixed. John looked at her expression tentatively, unsure if he had shocked his mother too much. Jenny took control of the mouse, scanning more and more comments on her pornographic debut. John felt her hips moving gradually on his lap. The more lewd comments made her move and twitch with more vigor. After a few minutes she made subtle grinding motions on John's thigh.
"Do you like what they say about you, mom?" he asked sheepishly. Jenny snapped out of her trance, looking around at him, serious expression.
"Do you like men looking at you?" John continued, "Do you like their eyes over you, thinking filth?" Jenny's eyes lowered, shadows creating an allure about her. The air around them grew hotter, hotter than just the beaming sun was making it.
"I don't remember you using all those dares on me yesterday." Jenny whispered to her son. It was said so intensely. John swallowed a lump in his throat as he felt his cock bulk.
"Mom..." he began.
"Yes?" she excited interrupted.
"I... I dare you to go put on your swimming suit," John stuttered, "the red bikini, the one that shrunk last time you washed it." His mother gave no hesitation before pushing herself of his lap and running upstairs. John grabbed his camera from the desk, listening to Jenny fumble around in her room. He yelled up the stairs for her to put a skirt on and some sandals, and something like a light cardigan. Soon she returned to the hall way, covered mostly except for the flimsy top revealing a lot of her bikini top and curves of her breasts. John took her hand and led her out the front door.
"Where are we going?" Jenny asked, all excited.
"This is a dare. You don't back out of dares do you?" he replied. Jenny giggled loudly, submitting to her son, putting one hand over her mouth unable to hide her grin. Guiding her to his car, John opened the passenger door and sat her in. He climbed in the driver's side and pulled away.
They drove for a while, Jenny biting her bottom lip, excited to see where she was being taken. She never wanted to drop out of character, refusing the dare. A combination of nerves and anticipation sent shivers down her body. The blistering sun shined through the windows as they drove, moistening her skin in an excited sweat. Jenny soon realized they were driving into town. She noticed a greater concentration of people walking around, all taking in the gorgeous weather. Her nipples hardened, scared to ask John what his next dare was.
Soon they pulled into the mall parking lot. John found a space and turned off the engine, instructing his mother to get out of the car. Taking a nerve-steadying breath, she followed his command. John directed her by his side as they walked towards the exit. To Jenny's surprise the exit led to the front of the mall rather than inside. The front of the mall faced a large open park. The heat beat down on the lush green grass, where people sunbathed and relaxed. There were a good few dozen couples in the park. John quickly scanned for children, and was relieved to see there were none around. He took his mother's hand and guided her over to an empty patch of grass surrounded by other people. Jenny only now noticed the towel and sun lotion under her son's arm. He laid the large towel on the grass. Jenny went to sit on it.
"I didn't say to do anything yet." John teased. Jenny put her hands behind her back and swayed, pretending to be like a child who had been told off.
"Sorry, sir." She gave sly smile, trying to look serious. John inspected his surroundings.
"Look around, mom," he began, "Look at all these people. All these eyes can see you." Jenny looked at the people surrounding them, who seemed to take little interest in them at the moment.
"Imagine all those eyes probing and studying your bare skin." John continued, "Watching single beads of sweat running down your back, so vulnerable." Jenny felt a sticky wetness between her legs. She gently rubbed her thighs together.
"Now, I dare you to strip down to your bikini." John spoke softly. Jenny heard, continuing to study the people around her. Slowly raising her hands, she unclasped the front of her cardigan, allowing it to fall around her heavy mounds. John could see the bikini top was too small. Her tits strained against the material and looked as though they could burst through at any moment. He helped her along by pulling the cardigan off of her shoulders. Jenny folded her arms over her breasts, suddenly feeling a splash of self consciousness.
"Come on," encouraged John, "You're not backing out now. You're loving this aren't you?" Jenny gave a forced smile. Her usual charm and carefree attitude overcome by fear and excitement. She noticed a man on the grass with his girlfriend had taken notice of her, studying her ample fleshy tits. In spite of this, her hands found her way down to her skirt. It looked easy as she slipped it down over he hips letting it crumple of the floor. Like her top, the bikini bottoms were a little small, riding up the crack of her ass, demonstrating her apple-bottom cheeks. John noted their ripeness. He really did just want to bite into them.
A number of people had now thrown her a gaze, massaging their eyes over her slender curves. John let his mother become a little wound up by all the attention, her skin ever more moistened in sweat, before he eventually letting her sit down. Jenny did so quickly. Her skin glazed in the sun. John passed her a pair of big bug-eye sunglasses which Jenny had not worn for years. He had wrapped them in the towel when they left. Jenny put them on, looking a little movie star-like.
"Cross your legs, out in front of you," John asked. Jenny threw a look over both shoulders, noticing a few people, both men and women, still looking at her. Whereas everyone else who was enjoying the sun wore vests and tank tops and shorts, John's mom showed flesh, a lot of flesh. Taking a deep breath, she stretched her legs out in front of her, crossing one over another just as instructed. She leant back on her hands, bust pushed proudly forwards, and watched John as he fired up his camera. The first image was captured. John was careful to include the dozens of people in the background. He wanted to make it look like an authentic public scenario. Jenny looked to the side, hair cascading down her shoulder. A few more clicks of the camera were heard. John stood up, circling his mother, clicking away. More people around them took interest, wondering why this young man was taking photos of what must be a model.
John pushed down on his mother's shoulders making her lay on her side. Her top leg curled upwards, her head rested on her bent arm. Jenny tried to keep a forced smile as he began taking more photos. The pair of them began to feel the blistering heat more. Those watching them had their view slightly distorted by heat lines rising from the grass. John told his mother to lay on her front. This made her tits push against the ground and spread slightly beneath her. She rested her chin on the backs of her hands in front of her. A few more photos pushed the image counter into the thirties, and then John stopped. Smiling a little to himself, he climbed over her body putting one knee each side of her ass. Leaning down slightly, he placed his mouth close to her ear.
"Look at all the people, mom." whispered John. He ran his fingers across her back, from top to bottom. He felt her shiver. Slowly, his fingers found their way under the thin string of the bikini top tied in a bow.
"Think about what they can see," he continued. John slowly tugged on it making it become looser. Jenny could feel the material tickling her heat sensitive skin. Slowly the bow became smaller and smaller.
"Imagine, in front of all these people." John grew more intense. His mother looked around sheepishly, knowing the amount of people watching her. John kept tugging until the string disappeared into the knot. Jenny swallowed. The knot pinged open, strings falling either side of her body. Jenny rested her eyes while John guided her arms out of the shoulder straps. Her back was entirely bare.
John looked down at his mother, submissive and defenseless, and then around at the surrounding men and women. Nearly everyone stared at her; the men in lust, the women in envy. John licked his lips before taking his camera again. More photos were taken. Jenny noticed a couple get up and walk towards them. Her sweat became cold. John watched them as well. They were a young couple, both pretty attractive, holding hands, and stopped a few feet from Jenny. Their gaze probed her curves and crevices. John looked up at them, grinning.
"What's the photo shoot for?" asked the lady. Jenny was too scared to speak. She lay motionless.
"We're increasing her profile." John notified. They continued looking at her for a minute. The man took out a cell phone with a camera, looking at John.
"May I?" he asked. Jenny was desperate to protest, but was stifled in fright.
"Go for it." John smiled, looking down at his mother, "make sure you get those curves. They're her best assets, don't you think?" The man bent down and began taking photos of her, with his girlfriend looking over his shoulder at the shots, appearing just as eager.
"You're a lucky young man, getting to photograph such a beautiful woman." The lady remarked, eyes fixed on Jenny, "Does the agency you work for... the models... um..."
"What?" John asked, recognizing the lady's stuttering.
"Do the models show more than this?" the man completed, walking around Jenny. His girlfriend giggled, placing a hand on his arm. John nodded subtly, careful for his mother not to see. Quietly he bent down next to Jenny and yanked her bikini bottoms down over her ass. Her gorgeous ripe ass suddenly felt beams of sunlight. Jenny bit down hard, screwing her eyes beneath the cover of the sunglasses. The lady moaned with approval, nudging her boyfriend to take photos of the naked goddess.
Jenny wanted to hit John. Not that he had taken this too far, this was exactly the kind of terror and excitement she had felt posing for the delivery man yesterday. Sticky juice coated the very tops of her inner thighs.
"Who's the pornstar?" a new voice came. John looked around to see a guy about his own age standing there.
"Who is she?" he asked, noticing the young couple taking photos on their phone.
"She's a new model. A MILF." John said with confidence. The new attendee of their little party wasted no time in getting out his own camera and began snapping away.
"Wow, great ass." He complimented, getting low to capture the curves of her body. John stood back, grinning, watching the three of them examine his helpless mother. He noticed more people standing around them, but not approaching. Just watching what they assumed was a nudie magazine shoot. The young man reached out his hand and placed it on Jenny's round ass. He gave a firm squeeze, then a quick slap which left a white handprint on her cheek. Jenny screamed.John reacted instinctively, rushing forward and pushing him to the ground. The young man gasped in shock. The couple stopped looking at Jenny to see what was going on.
"No touching!" yelled John. The young man suddenly looked very weak, and quickly made his way away. Jenny threw her head around in panic, seeing all the people staring at her bare body. She shimmied her hands down to her hips and awkwardly pulled her bikini bottoms back up, keeping her breasts tight against the ground careful not to expose her nipples. In some way she felt she had some dignity to protect. Little did anyone know about the soppy mess between her legs.
"JOHN!" cried Jenny, "Put my top back on!"
"Ok mom," John replied instantly, struggling to reapply her bikini top with haste.
"Mom!?" hollered the lady. Her man put his phone camera away. They looked at each other for a moment, coming to a conclusion of joint realization. John cursed himself for letting slip. He hurried to get Jenny's top back on, and succeeded after some fumbling. People around them stared in shock, some with phone cameras taking videos. John helped her to her feet and they took off in a hurry, leaving the towel and Jenny's other clothes behind. They ran through the small crowd, her tits bouncing playfully. It was farcical. They belt towards the parking lot, feeling relief from the brooding heat as they got undercover. They wasted little time before they were in John's car with the doors locked.
They breathed heavily, eyes fixed on the parking lot entrance looking for anyone following. A couple of minutes passed, but they were alone. As their hearts settled, John came around to his senses. He quickly found his comfort zone. He could smell a strange yet familiar aroma in the air.
"Did you like that?" he smirked. Jenny threw him a frustrated, angry look at him, hair stray and sticking to her sweaty forehead. John looked at her, intently grinning. Soon she lost her infuriated look and went blank. She went from blank to smiling. John laughed quietly. Jenny giggled playfully. John's laugh grew to a bellow. Jenny let out a genuine, honest laugh. They could see the absurdity of it all.
"So," John said trying to stifle his laugh, "did you like that?" Jenny got the last giggles out of her system, all the while gazing deeply at her son. She said nothing. John could feel their intimacy as strongly as he could smell his mother's excitement.
"I dare you to get in the back seat." John spoke. Jenny closed and opened her eyes slowly.
"Are you sure?" she smiled.
"I dared you didn't I?" John made it sound like he was joking, trying to deflate his seriousness. Jenny looked around through the windows of the car. The parking lot was full of cars, and she knew the owners of those cars would be back at some point.
"Ok, you dared me." smiled Jenny. Gradually she pushed herself up from the passenger seat and turned around, her ass in the windscreen. She clambered over the seat and fell into the backseat. John smirked as his mother crashed so ungraciously.
"You laughing at me?" joked Jenny, smiling widely "Let's see you do better." John quickly pushed himself over the driver's seat. Jenny moved so her back was tight against the door, wedged into the corner formed between that and the back seat behind the passenger seat. John fell into the back of the car with the same slapstick his mother just had. They both laughed.
"I have to say, this isn't a very challenging dare." Jenny teased, bringing a finger to her mouth. John looked his mother up and down, breasts sat plump on her nearly bare chest, still bulging out of her tight red bikini. One of her feet rested on the seat just on front of her ass, knee bent up at eye level. The other trailed off on the floor, her legs slightly parted. Her hair was wildly stray, as though she had been shaken about.
"I dare you to play a really simple game of twister." John said, moving slightly between her parted knees. Jenny nodded excitedly, biting her finger.
"Right foot, back seat." John told her. Jenny lifted her foot and stretched her leg out straight, putting her toes up on the back of the seat.
"Left foot, driver's seat." asked her son. Again she did so, having to keep that leg bent to keep her foot on the headrest of the driver seat. She had her legs spread widely in front of John now. He moved further towards her, placing himself between her thighs and pushing against her bikini bottoms.
"Got anything harder?" Jenny fluttered. John moved his hand down over her panties, starting over her pubes. He could feel their thickness even though the bikini. He moved his fingers lower to the material covering her pussy. Her panties were drenched.
"I don't remember us going swimming." He poked fun. Jenny tapped his cheek with her fingers in a mock slapping gesture, unable to hide her amusement.
"My god, I'm surprised you're not sliding all over the seat!" John continued grinning.
"You just going to crack jokes?" Jenny challenged him. With that, John slid his fingers past the rim of the bikini and into the frenzied wetness. Jenny gasped loudly. He found it too easy sliding inside her snug pussy, her body welcoming the foreign member with excited anticipation. Jenny could only moan and lose breath as she felt his lower knuckles push up inside her. Her bikini bottoms bunched up against the side of her leg. John could see every shudder her sodden vagina made. Jenny felt the need to curl her legs over John's shoulders, just to defuse the intense pleasure she was being subjected to.
"Oh no!" John protested, "The dare was to keep your feet there." Jenny had her eyes closed, but laughed and called him a sadist. She flinched and struggled to get her legs straight again, it just made her pussy all the more sensitive, but finally managed it among noises John had never heard his mother make before. She ran rivers of ecstasy over his hand as it pumped in and out.
"I hope you know I'm sending the car valet bill your way," John said, wondering if he should still be able to joke so easily with his mother in this moment. Jenny heard him, but could barely acknowledge it as she came, tensing furiously around his knuckles, her pussy thrown into climatic spasm.
The moment John felt this, this pulled out his hand. With a mixture of haste and clumsiness he yanked down his shorts, his solid cock springing out. It raged and it throbbed in front of Jenny's twitching vagina. With one firm thrust he buried himself inside her. He was buried all the way to the hilt. Jenny's mind was thrown into chaos again, paralyzed with bliss. As he drove his dick into her his hips crashed into hers. Her feet planted themselves on the roof of the car. John ground himself deep inside her. Jenny felt new waves of pleasure shoot through her weakened body as she felt her son's head throbbing half way to her stomach.
A huge yell was all John could manage before unleashing a torrent of semen inside of Jenny. With power and authority he blast thick streams from the end of his cock as it pulsated and twitched. They painted the insides of her pussy. Jenny's fading orgasm was all the more led along because of it. John kept himself buried inside her until she milked every drop of cum from his sensitive end.
Eventually, after each of them caught their breath, John slid off of his mother and tumbled against the opposite door of the car. They looked at each other, slowly coming back into reality.
"My god, that's a sly little talent you have." Jenny grinned. She nudged her bikini bottoms back to cover her snatch, feeling her son's jizz creeping out.
"Thanks," John said, noticing Jenny's nipples poking out about the top of the bikini, dislodged in all the excitement, "but you were so turned on being naked in front of all those people I think you were anyone's." Jenny gave a sarcastic gasp.
"Are you calling me easy?" she pretended to be offended. The two of them continued the banter, like everything was normal again, until Jenny's eyes were drawn to something outside the car.
"Oh John," she exclaimed, "Look!" pointing outside. John turned his head, and through the steamed windows to the rear, he saw a group of maybe six of seven people staring back into the car.
"How long do you think they've been there?!" Jenny spoke frightfully. John looked at them more closely. They were men and women, nudging and laughing with each other. He recognized some of them from the front of the mall. Some of them held cameras, which they were busily using to capture the shame. They chuckled with each other.
"I think it's time to go." suggested Jenny, trying to push her boobs back into her top. John grabbed her hand and pulled it away.
"They've already seen." He told her. Jenny looked confused, questioning her son. John had a suspicious smirk on his face. He let go of her hand and touched the shoulder straps of her bikini, flicking them off, and then reached around her to undo the string, which came apart as softly as tissue. Jenny let her arms go limp, unable to give any protest whatsoever. She had become the character she wanted to, with a sense of fear matched only by exhilaration. Pulling the cups off of her chest, her tits remained plump and ample even without support. John tossed the top away.
A camera flash went off just inches from the back window. Jenny jerked her head up. The small crowd was becoming more confident in their voyeurism. She saw a young man standing there with a camera pointed directly at her, curled on the seat. John could see his mother's heart beating through her chest.
"What have you done to me?" Jenny spoke quietly between breaths. More of the crowd came closer, peering through the side windows as well now. John saw a familiar mix of men and women, and the attractive couple he met in the park. The lady he had spoken to earlier had her face pushed against the window closest to Jenny, trying to get a glimpse of her body. John watched his mother's nipples grow again, humiliated and excited, before climbing back into the front seat. Jenny was surrounded on 3 sides by the voyeurs, now with no cover. She crossed her arms.
"This is another dare," John said upon seeing her embarrassment, "I'm daring you to pose for these strangers." Jenny laughed nervously, looking at many pairs of piercing, judging eyes. Slowly she lowered her arms to her waist. Uncovering her nipples seemed to create heightened excitement outside of the car. The pair of them could hear the crowd commenting;
"She's uncovering herself."
"She knows we're here. Does she want us to watch?"
"Look at her tits! They're perfect. She's so horny."
"What a slut, fucking that young man. She loves it."
John instructed Jenny to get flat on the back seat, arms above her head. She did so obediently. Multiple flashes burst through the steamed windows, pictures being captured and saved. Jenny arched her back up, pushing her ample bust into the air proudly. People around the car had their faces hard against the window watching her exhibition. John watched from the front seat, his blood pumping faster, feeling his cock growing hard again.
"Move you hand down under your panties." ordered John. It was as if Jenny was just waiting for that request. She did so without hesitation, shoving her hand under her bikini bottoms. John could tell her fingers were disappearing into her pussy just form the way the material moved out and in. Jenny closed her eyes as her sensitive body worked itself into a fury. She writhed and rolled on the back seat. John decided to push her further, hoping to drive her into deeper frenzy. He pushed the buttons for the two electric windows in the back. The whirring motors stuttered into life and pulled the glass sheets down. There was now no barrier between Jenny and her viewers. A couple of people put their faces into the car, just a foot or two from Jenny. One of them was the lady of the couple from the park, who watched in a daze. John smiled at her, catching her attention. She looked at him for a moment before quietly laughing in a disbelieving manner.
"Mom," John said, still looking at the dark haired lady, "lick your fingers." Jenny performed like a trained dog, doing as her son asked as soon as he finished speaking. She pulled her hand from her panties and lifted two fingers to her mouth. Her fingers were shiny, covered in the juices from her own excitement, along with a couple of thin globs of John's semen.
"Mom?" the dark haired woman mouthed at John without speaking, "Really?" John looked at her seriously and nodded. She licked her lips, shadows over her eyes, looking back down at Jenny as her slid her fingers into her mouth and lapped off the sexual mixture. Jenny put real effort into cleaning herself, as though it turned her on more to taste herself and her son. Flashes continued to go off as more photos were taken by the crowd. John noticed more people had come over to see what was going on, maybe a dozen or so now.
"Get those panties off." John grinned, feeling comfortable. Jenny pulled her saliva coated fingers from her lips and used both hands to slide her bottoms over past her hips and down her legs. She kicked them off, crumpling on the floor. She was entirely exposed before the group around the car, who were becoming vocal.
"Get your hand down there!" one man shouted.
"Spread your legs!" came another.
Jenny looked up at John for her next order. John directed her to pose a little more. She lifted a leg and massaged one breast, looking around at her gawping fans. Of her own initiative she pulled her boob up to her mouth and ran her tongue across the nipple.
"That's great, mom." John complimented, "keep going." Jenny got on her knees and then on all fours. She wiggled her ass in front of the eyes of one group on one side of the car, and looked seductively at the lady on the other, inches from her face. She ran her tongue heavily over her top lip. The lady looked to her side, getting an approving nod from her boyfriend. Turning back to Jenny, she planted her lips squarely on hers. They embraced, passionately tasting each others' wet mouths. A little hooting and hollering came from the surrounding men. Even John gave a little 'whoop'.
Jenny sat down in the middle on the seat, pulling her eyes away from the lady to look at John. She yearned to him. John made eyes with the lady, who had become a little flustered herself.
"Would you like come inside?" He asked her. The lady looked shocked and gasped. Turning to her boyfriend again, he gave her another approving nod. Jenny looked towards John smiling, and then down at herself giggling. She felt the same as when she had first stripped for John, excited and scared.
"I dare you to welcome our guest," John said, "anything she wants." Jenny breathed deeply, unable to calm herself. Eyes darted to the lady as she opened the door and climbed inside. The crowd quieted down in anticipation of the second lady joining the show. As she closed the door behind her, new faces replaced the empty space at the open window.
"It's a nice show you and your son put on." She giggled, careful not to let the other strangers hear, "My name's Mandy." Jenny smiled at her shyly. Mandy wore a t-shirt complimenting her slim body and slender form. Her breasts were a bit smaller than Jenny's, but John thought they would still fill his mother's hands nicely. She also wore a pair of short shorts ending just below her ass which they hugged firmly.
Jenny looked her new friend up and down. Mandy shifted closer to her, putting one arm around her and the other on her naked thigh. She pushed her lips onto hers, weaving her tongue past Jenny's lips eager to dance inside her mouth. Jenny put her arms around her, accepting her fully. More whoops and camera flashes came from the crowd outside of the car. Jenny slid her hand up Mandy's back, under her t-shirt, who moaned approvingly. With her forearm Jenny lifted the top up her back. It bunched and pulled, revealing her lower back and stomach. The crowd seemed to get more excited, flashes going off more regularly. Mandy looked out at them, smiling. They were all grinning and egging her on. Jenny was at the stage of not even noticing their presence by now. John was happy to let the show continue. Mandy's top was pulled higher, springing over her breasts. She wore a black lace bra which treated the men to a lot of cleavage. She giggled, looking back at her boyfriend who was taking pictures of the pair himself. Jenny finally yanked the top over Mandy's head.
Mandy scrunched her fingers through Jenny's hair passionately. Jenny kissed excitedly down her chest and stomach, finally hooking her fingers into the tops of Mandy's shorts. She looked up at her and tugged them down with the same enthusiasm she did with her top. As they lowered and uncovered a matching pair of black panties, the crowd grew louder. There was a real buzz of excitement, being able to witness a strip show on an otherwise mundane Sunday at the mall. Jenny slid the shorts over Mandy's ankles and discarded them as well. John could detect the smell of excitement even stronger now, the smell of sex. He knew his mother's new friend must be quite turned on.
Mandy had a fleshy, firm ass just like his mother. Jenny climbed to her knees and pushed her tits into Mandy's face. Mandy opened her mouth and sensually tasted her nipple. Jenny pushed forwards, forcing Mandy to lean back, all the while sucking gently. Mandy wound up flat on her back on the back seat. Jenny pulled her nipple from her mouth, a trail of saliva running down Mandy's chin. She kissed all over her chest, then further down to her stomach, and then the tops of her thighs. Mandy moaned joyously.
Her boyfriend leaned through the window, smiling and nodding. It was a reaction like this was quite a familiar sight. John wondered if they had done this before. Mandy certainly had few scruples about being in public. Jenny pushed her face between Mandy's legs, passionately kissing the insides of her thighs, spurred on by the sticky sweet smell in the crotch of her panties.
"Get 'em off!" an eager voice came from outside. Mandy did not look, but smiled down at her lover.
"We don't want to disappoint." She teased Jenny, shivering at the feeling of her breath on her thighs. Jenny looked up at John, who had a look of delight on his face. There was no need to ask. She backed up a little, parading her raised ass in front of the open window. She pulled down Mandy's panties in an easy motion. Mandy had slender hips, smooth like silk. The people around the windows had let it known they wanted to see them go further. Mandy had an inviting pussy, so Jenny thought. She sported a thin vertical line of pubic hair but was otherwise shaven.
Mandy wiggled her hips around in a circle in front of Jenny, a thin glisten inviting her in. The crowd could not wait for them to go further, excitedly yelling and chirping encouragement. Jenny beamed at Mandy, genuinely happy, and nervous. Mandy's chest raised and fell quickly, drawing deeper breath all the time, barely constrained by the bra. Beads of sweat formed all over her skin, sensitive and plentiful. John leaned tight against the seat, getting a good view.
After a few moments Jenny bent down, thick slightly curled hair brushing the insides of Mandy's legs. She placed her hands on the sides of her ass. The further Jenny went down the more Mandy lifted her head to watch her disappearing face. Her nose came to nestle at the bottom of Mandy's pubic hair. With an intense flick up of her eyes, her tongue extended, and ran it firmly over her pussy.
"RRgh!" Mandy yelped. The crowd yelled and cheered. It was pay-dirt. John laughed to himself as well. Mandy twitched and writhed as Jenny caressed her labia with her tongue, replacing her pussy's sticky veneer with a thick saliva. They were locked together in pleasure. Mandy threw her legs up, resting on the top of the back seat and the other next to John. She ground her pussy into Jenny's beautiful face, excitement flowing generously.
Camera flashes exploded in a confusing flurry. Everyone wanted to capture it. Mandy grinned happily between her 'O' faces. The intensity made her grab the door handle tightly above her head. The other found the back of Jenny's head. With a firm grasp of a clump of hair, she pushed her face more forcefully against her soaking snatch. Jenny shoved her thick tongue as far as she could inside Mandy, flicking and massaging wildly. This sent Mandy crazy. She bucked her hips like an untamed bull. Her pussy clenched and squeezed around Jenny's tongue and mouth. She seized into frenzy, gushing juices into her face.
Mandy let out an uncontrolled yell of pleasure. It went on and on, only broken to catch her stunted breath. She was loud, but still had to compete with the cheers and yells of the watching crowd. Camera flashes were generous. Even John had videoed this affair from the start. Gradually Mandy slowed down with her writhing, and released Jenny's head from her clutch. John's mom pulled her face away, Mandy's pleasurable juices dripping down her chin onto her chest. She sat back, smiling around at all the people watching. After catching her breath Mandy sat up and kissed her boyfriend through the window. The crowd slowly quieted down as the women regained composure.
Mandy, seemingly knowing what she was doing, sat next to Jenny, throwing her legs over her lap. She put an arm around her lover's shoulders and smiled. She smiled not at Jenny, but around the people watching. There must have been twenty or so now, surrounding the car. She posed and flirted with the cameras, pushing her bust out hard against the bra, encouraging Jenny to do similar. Jenny chuckled, and played along, putting a finger in her mouth pretending to suck, then pinching her nipples and massaging Mandy's thigh. The two of them laughed together in their own private joke.
Mandy found her panties and pulled them on, and then her shorts and t-shirt. Jenny followed suit and replaced her bikini, but had nothing else to cover with. Mandy kissed her affectionately on the cheek, and then exited the car as swiftly as she had entered. People around the car complimented her performance as she got out. She blushed, accepting the admiration genuinely. Before leaving the scene, Mandy leaned through the window and passed John, not Mandy, a business card. It had her name and number on it, along with some obscure company name.
"If you want to increase her profile some more, or yours for that matter, give me a call." She smiled at John and then Jenny before walking away hand in hand with her boyfriend. Mother and son watched as they disappeared. The crowds' attention soon returned to them left sat in the car. Jenny looked around, a little more aware of their situation now. One man approached the window, belt unbuckled.
"Wanna suck my dick next?" he asked crudely. Jenny threw her gaze over to John, coming back to a sense of reality. John, rather than reply, just closed both electric windows from the front dash, to the sound of groans from the remaining men and women outside. He started the engine and backed out of the space nearly running over the feet of the voyeurs, would refused to give up from demanding more. Jenny waved her fingers playfully at them as they drove away.
They started on their way home, Jenny moaning softly in satisfaction, recounting the events of the day. She rested back flat against the seat.
"Nice to see you really don't back out of dares, mom, and you made a new friend" John joked. Jenny smiled to herself.
"Don't lose that card." She told her son.
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