Bab 2067: MOM'S NEW ROOMMATE
Jayne knew something was wrong when Simon went straight to his room when he got home. She went and knocked on his door.
"Is there anything wrong sweetie?" she asked softly. "How was photography club? I'm sure next week will be better if there was a problem today."
The door opened and Simon went and sat on his bed.
"I won't be going next week," he said. He was almost in tears.
"Oh my poor boy, what's wrong?" Jayne asked as she sat next to him on his bed.
"Nothing. I just can't do the assignment so there's no point in going, that's all."
"Oh, well why can't you do the assignment? Maybe there's something I can do to help?"
"We've been photographing people the last few weeks and this week we need to photograph someone in swimwear. Most of the other guys on the course will just get their wives or girlfriends or friends to pose for them but I don't have any female friends."
"Oh dear," said Jayne. She'd bought the DSLR for her son for his nineteenth birthday almost a month ago and was happy to see how much he enjoyed using it and going to the photography club. "Well, I could pose for you if you like," said Jayne, putting her arm around her son's shoulders.
"Mom, you don't even wear a swimsuit on the beach - well, not uncovered, anyway - how could you pose for me in just a swimsuit for photos that I'll show to a whole group of people at next week's lesson?"
"If it's for you, I'll manage," she said resolutely. Jayne had always acted modest in front of her son, averse to any kind of showing her body, but that's only because she didn't want to show him how much she enjoyed showing her body, especially to men.
"I tell you what," Jayne continued, "tomorrow morning, before we go to visit your father, I'll pose for you in a swimsuit in the back garden. That way we shouldn't be overlooked by the neighbours at that time of day."
"Okay, thanks mom!" Simon was beaming now. He really loved his photography course and was really glad he would be able to continue doing it.
The next morning, Simon was woken by a tapping on his door.
"Morning sweetie," his mom half whispered through the door, "hurry up and get ready, we don't have long before we need to go to visit your father."
"Okay, I'm getting up," Simon called back through the door as he threw his duvet off his body.
In his en-suite shower, he was just starting to deal with his morning wood when he heard his mother calling.
"Come one dear, we don't have all morning you know!"
"Okay, coming," he called from the shower as he turned it off and got out to dry himself, wishing that he really were cumming.
He quickly dressed and grabbed his photography kit and rushed to the kitchen. It's a good thing he kept his photography kit in a padded bag because he dropped it as soon as he saw his mother. She was bending over, looking for something in the fridge, wearing nothing but a one-piece bathing suit with very high French-cut hips. As she stood and turned to face Simon, he saw the suit showed a lot of cleavage too. He just stood there, his mouth flapping.
Jayne loved the reaction she had caused her strapping son - his eyes like saucers, focused on her generous bust, his mouth flapping open and closed, and also the pronounced tenting in his crotch. She was enjoying her new exhibitionism already and decided to see how far she could go in teasing her son.
She slowly knelt in front of Simon, her head level with his straining hard-on, and picked up his photographic kit.
"Here you go, butterfingers," she said, smiling up to him, holding the kit for him, knowing that her position was giving him the best view down her cleavage.
Eventually, Simon came back to reality and took the photography bag from his mother and he finally broke his focus from her rack and looked into her eyes. He half expected anger or frustration at his openly staring down her cleavage but he saw amusement and understanding and love.
"Hope you like my swimsuit. I only have two and the other one isn't really appropriate for this," said Jayne as she led the way out to the back garden.
Simon held the camera bag in front of his bulging crotch as they went outside but eventually he had to put it down and leave his tent uncovered. He was expecting a look of betrayed anger from his mother when she saw he was excited but she didn't give any sign of noticing. Instead, she was posing for him, in profile to the camera, her head turned to give him a pouty model expression, her chest puffed out.
Then she posed straight on, her hands on her curvy round hips, the high cut of the leg holes making them look even wider. Her erect nipples poked prominently into the dark blue material.
Pose after pose and Simon felt like he was going to explode in his pants.
Posing for her son at the bottom of the garden and seeing the effect her body was having on him was giving Jayne a warm feeling deep in her stomach and a damp feeling between her legs but it really got exciting when she noticed Mr Porter next door in his rear bedroom window, looking down at her too, enjoying the sights.
After a while, she became worried that her dampness would show through the material of her swimsuit.
"What time is it Simon?" she asked.
"Uh, we have an hour and a half before we need to be there," he said, looking at his watch.
Then Jayne got a wicked look on her face.
"How 'bout I show you that other suit after all? It would have to be just between the two of us though, no showing the pictures to your class."
"Sure!" said Simon, almost shouting in his excitement to see whatever was more inappropriate than this fantastic outfit, "I have more than enough photos already."
"Great. I won't be a sec," she said, jogging into the house, her enormous bust seeming to bounce in slow motion.
When she was out of sight, Simon reviewed some of the photos he'd taken of her. She looked so happy - the first time he'd seen her properly happy in weeks; not since his father had had his accident and they had learned that he may never walk again. They were grateful that he had survived at least but their lives would never be the same again.
Just as Simon was about to go inside to see if he could find something to cover up his bulge, he turned back towards the house and saw his mother coming back out into the garden. At first he thought she was totally naked but then he saw the small triangles of white fabric covering her nipples and pussy. Three small triangles held in place by thin string. He had never seen anything so revealing or sexy in person before. Her amazing 34FF tits jiggled against their flimsy confines as she stepped through the French door into the garden. Simon wondered how much movement those strings would be able to cope with before her assets would become totally exposed.
No wonder she didn't want him to show photos of her in this outfit to his photography class. That's when he remembered he was holding a camera - a tool he could use to immortalise the incredible sight before him. He brought the camera up and started taking photos using the rapid fire mechanism, taking photo after photo, all in extreme high definition, which he could examine in great detail later, in the privacy of his bedroom.
"What do you think?" asked Jayne. "Not too revealing I hope?"
"Uh, no!" said Simon and he realised he had almost shouted. He was frantic not to give her any excuse to go and cover up. "Uh, I mean, no, it's not too revealing at all. You look fantastic."
"Really? You don't think I'm too old for this kind of thing then?" asked Jayne, feigning an expression of concern.
"No, of course not!" said Simon, wholeheartedly, as he continued to snap away.
"Good," said Jayne, smiling sweetly. "It's good to have the opinion of a young man - I wouldn't want to think I was inappropriate."
"Not at all. You look amazing," said Simon from behind the camera.
Jayne passed him, going back to the end of the garden, and Simon saw her from behind for the first time in her new outfit and he gasped when he saw the delicate string from around her waist meet a similar string from between her legs, running between her glorious arse cheeks, left entirely bare to his gaze. He had expected another triangle of fabric at least to cover her bum but it was a true t-back thong. He took some more rapid fire photos before she reached the end of the garden and turned to start posing.
"But I still think we should keep these photos between us, sweetie, I'm not sure I'd be comfortable with you showing your friends at your photography club," said Jayne, her faux-concern returning to her face.
"Don't worry, mum, I won't show these to anyone. Not unless you tell me you want me to," said Simon, entirely consumed with taking as many photos as possible.
He zoomed in on the triangles covering his mother's nipples and wondered if he could see them through the thin material. He could tell they were erect again from the small shadows they cast on the white material but wasn't sure if he could see the detail of her areola or if he were just wishful thinking.
Jayne smiled as she started posing for her son and Mr Porter, who was still standing at his window, looking down into their garden without trying to hide his motives at all.
Simon decided he couldn't see the detail of her nipples but he could see their shape through the material of her incredible bikini. And that's when he noticed how shiny her skin was - almost as if she had put on some baby oil or something before she came out to the garden. Her skin glistened incredibly in the morning sun. Simon gulped involuntarily.
Jayne pouted her lips provocatively as she noticed Mr Porter had actually opened his trousers and was pulling out his hard cock to rub as he watched her. She shivered despite the warmth. She watched him stroking his cock out the corner of her eyes as she made sure she always kept direct eye contact with her son and his camera to ensure he didn't suspect her audience was bigger than he thought. She opened her mouth and ran the tip of her tongue across her glistening red pouty lips.
After a few more poses, Jane couldn't stop herself turning her head to watch Mr Porter as he slapped his hand against the window and screwed up his eyes in an expression of exquisite release. Jayne hoped he hadn't made too much of a mess. Simon followed her gaze but thankfully Mr Porter made a swift exit from his rear bedroom to clean himself up and there was nothing there for him to see.
When Simon looked back to his mother, Jayne slowly squatted, parted her creamy, shapely thighs, displaying the small triangle of thin fabric spread tantalisingly across her pussy. She pouted her lips, looking intently into the lens, knowing exactly where her son's attention would be.
Simon continued taking rapid photos, his mouth hanging open, unbelieving, until his camera showed an error message on the small LCD screen.
"Oh no!" Simon screamed in despair.
"What's up honey?" asked Jayne, concerned for her son.
"My SD card is full. Hang on, I have another one inside somewhere. I'll be right back."
Simon started running into the house but Jayne stood up and called for him to stop.
"Calm down sweetie, time is moving on - we need to leave to see your father soon and you should really get something for breakfast. I'll go and change."
Simon was inconsolable. Had he ruined his chance to see his sexy mother in these incredible outfits and record the sight for future ... use?
"Come on, kiddo," said Jayne, ruffling his hair as she made her way inside, "we can always do this again some time if you want to practice your photography some more. Although, I'm not sure there was much artistry to just keeping your finger held on the button and hoping for a good outcome," she winked at him and Simon went from despair to elation - she would wear her skimpy bikini for him again!
Simon wolfed down a small bowl of cereal as his mother insisted he have something to eat while she got changed. Then he rushed to his room, plugged his SD card into his laptop, and started looking through the hundreds of images he had taken, slowly rubbing his cock through his trousers. He looked at the clock on his computer and decided he had time to get some relief before they needed to leave to see his father. He had been revving all morning but hadn't had an opportunity to relieve his frustrations until now. He chose one of the last photos he had taken, where he could see the thin material stretched taut across his sexy mother's cunt lips as she squatted in front of him, and he lay down on his bed, undoing his trousers and pushing them down to his ankles, when his mother knocked on his bedroom door.
"Come on, slowcoach, we better go now if we want to get there on time with all those roadworks in the centre," Jayne called through the door. She didn't really think they needed to leave so early but she didn't want Simon to lose his hair trigger so early in the day. She was enjoying teasing him - keeping him hovering around climax without letting him have it.
Simon groaned to himself and got up from his bed, pulling up his trousers. His hard-on was painful under the seatbelt in the car five minutes later.
They arrived at the hospital twenty minutes early but thankfully the nurses let them onto the ward before visiting hours officially began.
"Hey dad, how's it going?" Simon sat in the chair next to his father's bed.
"Rob, how are you," said Jayne as she leaned over and kissed her husband tenderly.
"Better for seeing you both," said Rob as he took in the vision of his lovely voluptuous wife perching on the side of his bed. "They say I'll be able to get out of here tomorrow."
"Wow, that's great!" said Jayne, excited to have her husband back again.
"My insurance company will be providing a hospital bed and a wheelchair. I've been practicing with the chair and it's really coming along. I'll need to come in twice a week for physical therapy but I'll be home!"
"That's great dad!" said Simon.
"It really is," said Jayne, "but where's the bed going to go?"
"Ah, I hadn't thought of that. I don't think it will fit up the stairs. Maybe we could convert a part of the garage into a bedroom?"
"By tomorrow?"
"You could have my room dad," said Simon, eager to help. "I could move into mum's office or sleep in the living room, until more permanent arrangements can be made."
"Thanks kiddo but I don't think your mother would like you taking over her office or sprawling all over the living room."
"Why don't you take our room Simon," said Jayne. "I would like to sleep in the same room as your father anyway."
"In that small downstairs room?" asked Rob rhetorically, "we can't both fit in there unless one of us sleeps on the floor and I'm not having you do that for me. Simon's bed will have to go into storage; it won't fit in his room with the hospital bed."
They all just looked glum, thinking through the options for a minute.
"Tell you what," said Rob finally, "why don't you share with your mother Simon. That king sized bed is more than big enough for you both to have space - more space than you probably get now in that single bed of yours."
Simon's heart beat a mile a minute. Did his father just suggest he share not only a bedroom but a bed with his incredibly sexy mother - his wife? To share their marital bed while his father slept a storey below them? It was too much to imagine. Finally, he managed to say something, hoping he didn't sound as eager as he felt.
"Uh, sure, I guess that would work. Mum, what do you think?"
"I can't think of a better solution," she smiled at him and gave him a wink when Rob wasn't looking at her.
"Then it's settled," said Rob, smiling, "but it's a lot to get organised in an afternoon - do you think the two of you can do it? I could ask a couple of buddies to come over and help out."
"Oh, no," said Simon, "I was going to go to the cinema with a couple friends this afternoon. I'll call them and let them know I can't make it.'
"Don't be silly, sweetheart," said Jayne soothingly, "you deserve some time having fun with your friends. Don't worry, I'll make a start and you can help out when you get back."
"Sure you don't want a couple of my buddies to pop over and help?" asked Rob.
"Don't either of you worry - I'll handle it," said Jayne, smiling reassuringly.
Jayne and Simon stayed with Rob for about an hour, chatting about this and that and then Simon stayed in town and met his friends early as his mother went home to make a start on arrangements to get the hospital bed into their house the following day.
Simon hadn't lied about what he and his friends would be up to - they were going to the cinema but not just any cinema. They went to a XXX adult cinema that had opened the week before.
After a morning of watching his incredibly sexy mother posing for him in amazingly skimpy outfits, all Simon wanted to do was whack off but instead he found he was watching guys with enormous cocks fucking women with big plastic tits on a big screen.
"Her tits aren't as big as Simon's mum's," his friends would joke about every actress they saw. He knew they were kidding around with him but they weren't wrong - she really did have porn star tits and he had seen more of them that morning than he had ever imagine he would see. He felt an odd sense of pride that his friends liked his mother's body - they may have been joking but there was more than a little truth to it.
By the time they left the smutty cinema, Simon's cock was throbbing in his trousers. He thought all he needed was a strong wind and he would cum for an hour.
He said goodbye to his mates and took the bus back home. He may have been looking at hot porn stars naked on a 15ft screen for the last three hours but, as he walked down his street, all he could think of was a certain skimpy white bikini and an amazing, voluptuous model who he hoped would wear it for him again.
He couldn't wait to get back to his laptop to inspect more of his pictures of his incredible mother posing sexily and scantily-clad for him. All his collection of porn didn't compare to his own mother.
He stopped dead in his tracks, the feeling of a cold hand around his heart - he had a great deal of porn on his laptop but he also had a large collection of magazines and DVDs in an archive box under his bed. With his mother moving his things into her bedroom, she would probably find it eventually.
Then he was running - if she hadn't found it yet, he had to get back before she did find it. Running with blue balls and a throbbing boner is painful but he didn't have a choice - he had to get back home and hide his porn from his mother.
Minutes later, he burst through the front door. His mother wasn't visible in the living room so he ran along the corridor to his room, which he found almost empty. Almost all his things were gone. All that seemingly remained was his bed. And his mother bending over it, trying to move it.
All thought of his hidden stash of porn under the bed went from his mind immediately as he took in the view of his mother bending over his bed towards him, her incredible cleavage barely concealed by a thin tank top. He could see all the way down her cleavage to her hot pink yoga shorts.
"There you are!" she said, looking up at him and smiling broadly. "Did you have a nice day with your friends?"
"Wah, um, yes, thanks, it was good," he managed to stammer out eventually.
"Well, why don't you help me move this thing to the garage and I'll show you what I've done with our room," she smiled, still bent over the bed.
Simon eventually forced his body to bend over on the other side and help move the mattress off the frame and lean it against the wall. Then they lifted the frame onto its side and maneuverered it into the hall and then through the door to the garage.
When they got back to his room, Simon again had the feeling of an icy hand round his heart as he remembered the archive box under his bed. It wasn't there anymore. All he could hope was that he had secured the lid on it properly last time he had used it and that his mother hadn't opened it. He would try to keep the panic and worry from his mind until he could look for the box and hopefully put it in a better hiding place than he had used before.
He helped his mother move the mattress to the garage and then she took his hand and led him to her - their - room. He followed his mother up the stairs, his eyes glued to her perfect round arse swinging from side to side just inches from his face, her perfect curves shown off perfectly in the hot pink yoga shorts.
The room didn't look very different from other times Simon had seen it. It had always reflected his mother's tastes more than his father's. There were flowers in a vase on the chest of draws, a framed picture of a ship on the far wall, and the bed had a pink floral pattern. Simon couldn't see many of his things.
"I didn't want to clutter the bedroom too much so I put most of your things in the walk-in wardrobe for now. But they don't need to stay in there - feel free to move things around and put your stamp on the room. I just thought you might like a totally private place," she said as she led him to the wardrobe.
The front of the wardrobe housed her clothes but there was a curtain separating the back half from the front and beyond that were his things. He went through the curtain and the first thing he saw was his favourite poster of Alia Janine, the porn star, taped on the wall with masking tape. It was one of the few pictures Simon had of her where she wasn't at least topless but he liked seeing her in lingerie, a suggestion of the wonders beneath.
"I didn't have any picture frames so had to make do with masking tape for now," said Jayne from behind him. "Is she your favourite?"
Simon nodded automatically as he took in the rest of the room.
"Hm," said Jayne reflectively, "I think I have a set of lingerie almost exactly like those."
But Simon didn't really hear the comment. He was looking below the poster at his box, full to the brim of porn, lying open to the world. Next to it was his laptop and his clothes were hanging up on a rail. On top of the box of porn lay a clean towel.
Seeing where he was looking, Jayne explained, "I found your old used cum rag in your wardrobe with the tube of lube but it was in quite a state so I hope you don't mind I put it in the wash. You can use that towel for now, until the other one is cleaned."
His old 'cum rag' was actually a pair of Jayne's white lace knickers. She had thought she'd lost them months ago but she found them with her son's whacking material.
"Oh, god, mum, I'm so sorry - I can explain—" Simon turned to face his mother but couldn't bring himself to look in her eyes.
"There's no need to explain, silly," she said, "it's perfectly natural to masturbate and explore your sexuality. Now, why don't you make yourself at home while I go and make a start on dinner," she said as she left him in the wardrobe and went downstairs to the kitchen.
As Jayne cooked their dinner, the phone rang and Jayne answered it. It was the insurance company, asking if they could deliver the hospital bed that evening. Jayne said that would be fine, thankful they had managed to clear the room in time.
Dinner was an awkward affair, at least from Simon's point of view. Jayne was her normal perky self but he couldn't lose the feeling of shame from having all his most private activities and desires discovered by his mother.
The hospital bed arrived as they were clearing the table after dinner. The delivery men installed it in the ground floor room that had been Simon's. Jayne and Simon watched a little TV together when they were alone. They watched mostly family friendly shows but even the most off-hand suggestion of sexuality had Simon's now painfully hard cock pulsing. He had to relieve the pressure soon.
He got up, mumbling something about having an early night.
"Good idea," said Jayne brightly. She got up and followed him up the stairs to their bedroom.
It had been Simon's idea to go to the bathroom and whack off but he wasn't sure he could keep quiet enough to do that with his mother in their bedroom next door.
He went into the bathroom but just brushed his teeth and washed his hands and face for bed. When he came out Jayne took her turn.
Simon stripped down to his boxers and got into the great king sized bed. He heard the shower start up and imagined his mother's incredible body under the fine spray of water, glistening enticingly. He slowly stroked his throbbing cock but he couldn't go all the way - it would be too messy. Maybe he could sneak into the walk-in wardrobe and use that new towel. The thought that his mother had actually supplied him with a new cum rag almost set him off in the nice clean bed sheets.
Just as he was lifting the duvet to dash into the wardrobe to finish his wank, the bathroom door opened and out walked Jayne, smiling and humming.
Simon replaced the duvet and acted like he was just getting into bed, smiling awkwardly at his mother.
Jayne was now wearing a pair of tight baby pink terrycloth shorts and a matching terrycloth tank top that came down just a few inches below her massive tits, hanging inches away from her tight stomach.
She went over to her vanity table and opened a tub of moisturising lotion and started rubbing it all over her body. She started with her face, then her arms and legs, and finally her stomach and décolletage.
Simon could barely breathe as he watched her rubbing her body sensuously, her skin glistening with the lotion. He couldn't take his eyes off her. His cock twitched uncontrollably under the covers.
Jayne watched him in the mirror from the corner of her eye as she applied the lotion.
When she had finished, she turned to face her son and beamed at him before getting into bed next to him.
"Nighty night, sweetheart," she said, kissed him on the forehead, turned out the light with a switch next to the bed, and lay back to sleep.
Simon didn't think he would be able to sleep for a week, he was so excited. He couldn't get the image of his mother in her tight night clothes, her skin glistening, out of his mind, with her laying just inches from him.
He lay there, his dick twitching, staring into the darkness for what felt like hours. At some point he decided to close his eyes.
***
He was humping into her welcoming hot cunt. He fucked his mother with a rabid determination, like he wanted to enter her with his whole body, thrusting as hard as his toned muscular body could manage, like a jackhammer. But how could he be? He couldn't remember how this had happened. But it didn't matter, he was finally fucking his incredible mother with relentless determination and that's all that mattered. He could feel her supple tit flesh in his right hand, her bullet-hard nipple in the palm of his hand. He was behind her, fucking her on their sides. But the thought nagged at the back of his mind that he couldn't remember how he had managed to persuade her what a great idea it would be to fuck.
He opened his eyes and remembered where he was, what was happening. He was in his mother's bed - their bed now that they were sharing a room - and he was dry humping against his mother's glorious arse, his cock nestled between her terrycloth-clad cheeks. He had finally fallen asleep and had rolled over and found her body in his unconsciousness and had started rubbing his hard-on against her magnificent rump. But now he was conscious, he must stop immediately.
She turned her head to look back at him. She was awake! Of course she was, there was no way she could be asleep the way he was piling his twitching steely cock between her buttocks. Their eyes met and he came. He came like he had never come before, staring into his mother's beautiful eyes. His whole body clenched in a great release of pent up energy. His seed spurted up between their bodies all over Jayne's back and his chest and stomach, drenching them in wave after wave of hot sticky fluid. He had been revving high all day and here was the release. It felt like he would never stop pumping hot sticky cum over his mother's body.
"Oh god! Oh god!" he screamed, but not in ecstasy over his incredible orgasm, in horror at having dry humped his own mother's arse crack. "I'm so sorry, I—I'll clean it up, oh, I'm so sorry," he kept apologising frantically.
"Hush hush," said Jayne softly, "It's okay honey, I understand. You have a morning woody and unconsciously felt someone in the bed with you - it was all animal instinct."
"You ... you really aren't mad?" asked Simon in disbelief.
Jayne smiled and shook her head.
"This is our bedroom now, yours and mine; our sanctum sanctorum, where we need to feel most at home. While we're in this room, we should be free to be ourselves - no judging, no recriminations. We're going to see and even feel things we wouldn't normally while we're living so close to each other. You shouldn't feel ashamed to wake up with a morning hard on. This is your bedroom as much as mine so feel at home. If you want some privacy to jerk off, just let me know and I'll make myself scarce," she smiled broadly and ruffled his hair.
Simon felt a great wave of relief and anticipated liberation as he listened to his mother tell him it was okay to have a hard on in their bedroom or even to have a wank if he wanted. He slowly calmed down and tried a smile of relief.
"Now, I'd better grab a shower - can't have dad coming home to find your jizz all over my body now can we?" Jayne smiled dazzlingly as she stretched her body luxuriantly and Simon watched the incredible show, his cock growing once more. Then she got out of bed, grabbed something from the walk-in closet, and then closed the en-suite bathroom door behind her.
All Simon could think of was the expression on his mother's face as he came hard with his cock between her incredible arse cheeks and the sight of her walking to the bathroom with her clothes stuck to her body with his cum.
When Jayne came into the bedroom after her shower, she was wearing a set of blue lacy lingerie with almost entirely see-through sheer sections and strategically placed lace to obscure her nipples, and areola. She struck a pose and was a spitting image of the picture of Alia Janine in the back of the walk in closet.
"I thought I'd wear these to show there were no, um, hard feelings," she beamed, "what do you think?"
"Oh, wow," Simon breathed.
"You like them then?" asked Jayne coyly.
"Very much," said Simon.
"Good. Maybe you can take some photos of me in them sometime," she said, approaching the bed slowly, "now, come on sleepyhead, get up so I can put this bedding in the wash - you don't want to sleep in crusty cum covered sheets tonight do you?" she asked.
Simon hesitated. Right then he didn't care what they slept in that night. He had other concerns on his mind.
"Oh you're shy to get up in front of me?" asked Jayne, turning to face away from her son.
Simon got out of bed, his eyes glued to his mother's amazing arse, framed so perfectly by the blue lacy high-cut knickers, and slunk into the bathroom for a shower. His mother watched him in her vanity mirror as he walked with his rock-hard cock swinging from side to side. How she wanted to feel that hot meat against her skin again. She longed for its touch.
When he had closed the door, Jayne quickly stripped the bed, then dressed herself and took the bedding down to the washing machine.
When Simon came downstairs, he found bacon, sausages, and eggs on toast being plated up for him on the kitchen table. But that wasn't what had grabbed his attention - his mother was wearing an almost see through white summer micro dress. He could easily see the blue lingerie through the thin material.
"Here you go, my growing boy," she said as she placed the plate of food on the table and raised an eyebrow at the small tent growing in his trousers.
"Thanks," Simon breathed as he sat at the table and started eating the food.
"I thought I'd wear your father's favourite dress for him as he's coming home today - you don't think it's too much do you?"
"Oh ... no, you look lovely," said Simon through a mouthful of bacon and he grinned encouragingly.
"Thank you sweetheart," said Jayne with a broad smile.
Jayne enjoyed the amount of attention she received from her son as they ate breakfast. Every time he thought she wasn't looking, his eyes would dart to her chest and the sexy lingerie he could see through her light dress.
Just as Jayne had finished putting the dishes into the dishwasher, making sure to bend at the waist to give her son a great view of her arse and legs, the doorbell went and Jayne rushed to answer it.
There, in their porch, was Rob in his wheelchair, two orderlies standing behind him.
"Oh, Rob!" Jayne exclaimed as she flung herself around him in a hasty embrace, giving Simon a view almost all the way up her short dress as she bent at the waist.
The orderlies also got an eye full as they watched Jayne's generous boobs bulging over Rob's shoulder as she held him tight around the shoulders.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said as if only now noticing the two men, "thank you so much for returning my husband to me." And she hugged each of them in turn, her massive tits pressing into their chests.
"We should be able to manage from here, thank you," she said as she wheeled Rob into the hall and they reluctantly left.
Jayne showed Rob through to his new room.
"Wow, you've managed so much in less than a day!" Rob was amazed at the change to his home.
"Couldn't have done it without my helper here," said Jayne, hugging her son fondly.
Simon was a little guilty. He hadn't done anything other than help move his bed to the garage. Still, he enjoyed the feeling of his mother's firm tits pressed against his arm.
"Hey kiddo, mind giving us some together time?" Jayne suggested. "I'll help your father get settled."
"Oh, of course," said Simon as he reluctantly left his mother's embrace and made himself scarce from his old bedroom.
"Now we're alone," said Jayne with a wicked grin, "how's about we have a little marital time. It's been a while."
"I don't know, the doctors said I might not—"
"Just wait til you see the lingerie I've got on under this dress," said Jayne with a sultry smile.
"I already can see the lingerie you've got on," said Rob with a grin, "there's a reason that's my favourite dress."
Jayne started a slow, sensual dance, which turned into a strip tease as the tight white dress came off and eventually the bra and panties followed. When she was in her birthday suit, Jayne prowled over to her husband and lovingly kissed him while pressing her tits against his chest and stroking his groin. His decidedly unaffected groin. She looked down in surprise and disappointment to verify that he really wasn't hard.
"I'm sorry sweetheart, they said I would have 'reduced faculty', if at all," said Rob ashamed.
"Hey there, don't you apologise. You'll always be my lover."
Jayne sat in her husband's lap, her unfettered tits inches below his face, hoping it would just take a little more time for her body to have the usual effect on his.
"So how did your first night with your new roommate go?" asked Rob to change the subject.
"Oh, it was fine. Although I did wake up this morning with his morning woody poking me in the bum."
"Oh?" asked Rob with interest.
"The poor kid. He was so embarrassed to wake up to find he was molesting his mother," said Jayne with a laugh.
"Molesting?" asked Rob with more interest.
"He was spooning me, with my tit in his hand, and he was grinding away against my bum with his stiffy. He was mortified when he woke up properly but I reassured him I wasn't offended. It was understandable."
Just then, Jayne felt something familiar under her naked bum. She raised her eyebrow.
"In fact, it felt a lot like that," she said.
Rob looked embarrassed. He hadn't been aroused by his own sexy wife doing an incredible strip tease for him but now he felt he was rock hard at hearing about their son accidentally feeling her up. But he forced himself to ask the question that was burning in his mind.
"Then what happened?"
Jayne saw the need in her husband's eyes. The mix of shame arousal but also hope that she wouldn't be disgusted with him.
"Well, then, I reached around and grasped his hard veiny cock," said Jayne, trying to remember how the characters in her erotic novels talk dirty.
Rob's eyes opened wide with shock and relief.
"I stroked him, slowly at first," said Jayne as she got off Rob's lap and started undoing his belt and trousers. Soon she had his own hard veiny cock in her hands. "Then I slipped my panties to one side and lifted my leg to give him access to my hot, steamy pussy," she said as she knelt in front of her husband in his wheelchair, continuing to stroke his twitching cock. "And I guided him inside me, and he thrust inside with an animal grunt."
"Oh god," Rob moaned.
"He worked away inside me, thrusting into my tight little cunt faster and faster," said Jayne as she increased her own pace wanking Rob's straining cock. "Until, finally..."
"Yes?" asked Rob desperately.
"He howled and came deep inside me, spurting like a fire hydrant," she said.
And with that, Rob was coming too. Jayne managed to put her mouth over his spurting cock head before the first ribbon fired out and she caught each load of cum in her talented loving mouth, swallowing to keep up with the volume of his pent up seed.
When he was finally spent, Jayne licked his softening cock clean and swallowed the last few drops with a smile, looking up at her husband.
Meanwhile, in the hall outside the bedroom, Simon stifled a grunt as he came hard in his boxers, his fist jacking furiously on his cock.That afternoon, Simon was in the walk-in wardrobe in the bedroom he shared with his mother, using his laptop to look at the pictures he'd taken of her the previous day. He found in some of the images, the light was just right to see the shape of her pussy through the tiny bikini thong. He almost drooled as he zoomed in on the high definition image.
"Sweetheart, are you in here?" his mother asked as she came into their shared wardrobe.
"Oh, uh, hey mum," said Simon as he hastily closed the laptop.
"Don't worry about that around me, silly," said Jayne with a smile. "Remember, feel free to do whatever feels natural in our room. No judgement."
"Okay, mum, I will," said Simon uncertainly.
"Actually, it's about that - or something relating to it - that I wanted to talk with you." Jayne sat down a little awkwardly on her son's box of porn. Simon was sitting in the only actual chair in the closet.
"Really?" asked Simon with concern.
"Yes. Well, you may have guessed that, with a spinal injury like your father's, there is often reduced, well, function in the ... genital area," said Jayne a little awkwardly. "Even though his injury isn't nearly as bad as it could have been, and he may one day be able to walk again, there is some damage to that area and things can be ... difficult. Anyway, when your father got home this morning, I tried to, well, initiate some husband and wife time, together, if you know what I mean."
Simon nodded solemnly. He didn't trust himself to speak without giving away that he had heard their coupling.
"One thing led to another, and he managed an erection," said Jayne. "Sorry, I know this is weird to hear about your parents, but it's important. A healthy sex life can help with a positive mental attitude, which I believe is essential in any recovery."
"I understand," Simon croaked.
"Well, the way he managed an erection was a little unconventional. We were discussing how last night went with you and I sharing a bed and I hope you won't mind but I told him about your morning woody and then I noticed he reacted to the thought of your, well, stiffy rubbing against my bum. I don't know if it's the idea of being cuckolded or the taboo of the almost incestuous nature of the situation - he says he doesn't know himself - but whatever the cause, it did the trick. And I even made up a little story of it going further than it did. Much further in fact."
Jayne couldn't read her son's expression. Was he surprised or disgusted? He didn't seem to really react at all. She decided to plough on and hope for the best.
"Well, I've told you all this because, I need to ask you a favour. Rob's asked if you and I could roleplay for him - pretend to fool around while he watches."
"Yes! Uh, I mean, if it will help dad," said Simon.
Jayne smiled at his eagerness.
"Great. In that case, grab your camera and be downstairs in a few minutes."
When Simon came into the kitchen with his camera he didn't know what to expect. Jayne was bent over putting something in the oven and he took the opportunity to appreciate the shape of her perfect arse before she stood and turned to see him.
"Ah there you are!" she exclaimed as if she hadn't seen him in hours. "Are you taking still life photos for your course?"
"Um, yeah," said Simon, uncertain what was going on but trying to play along.
"Well your father's gone out to the club for a bit with the boys. While we're alone, maybe we could do something ... naughty."
"Oh?" asked Simon, "oh, right! Well what did you have in mind?"
"How about you take some sexy pictures of me? I know how much you like the lingerie set I'm wearing - would you like to see more of it?"
"Brilliant!" said Simon with a grin from ear to ear.
"Come on then, let's go to the garden."
Simon made sure to bring all his backup memory cards this time so there was no chance of having to stop prematurely. He double checked all the settings on the camera as he followed his sexy mother out into the garden.
He almost yelped when he caught a sight of his father out the corner of his eye but Jayne had anticipated it and brushed the side of his face to look at her and winked. From what he saw, his father was in his wheelchair in his room - which had been Simon's room until yesterday - and was looking out the window at the garden.
"So how do you want me?" asked Jayne mischievously.
With my cock inside you, thought Simon.
"There's great, mom. Could you strike some poses like yest—a model," he finished lamely, uncertain if he should mention their previous modelling session.
"How's this?" she asked, putting herself in the same pose as she had struck that morning to show off the lingerie - the same pose as Simon's favourite porn star in very similar lingerie.
"Perfect," said Simon with a grin as he started taking pictures.
"How about this?" asked Jayne as she placed her hand on her waist, where the sash holding her dress together was tied in a loose bow.
Slowly, she took the sash and pulled smoothly until the bow popped undone and the tight dress fell open.
"Oh my," said Simon as he saved the moment for posterity.
Jayne dropped the dress on the floor and started posing in the matching lacy blue lingerie set. Simon had seen her in them briefly that morning but nothing like this. She turned her back to show him her amazing butt, bent at the waist with her legs crossed to make a perfect love heart, then peered round to hold a finger to her pouting lips in a theatrically 'naughty' pose. Then she uncrossed and parted her legs, keeping herself bent forward to give her son a view of the panties' gusset.
When she turned back towards him, his attention was still on her crotch and he was shocked to see her pubic hair was slightly visible through the sheerer fabric there. He could see the darker shape of a landing strip pointing the way to heaven. He tried not to use the rapid fire feature of his camera as much this time but he found it more and more difficult to resist as his mother's poses became more and more provocative.
Jayne was enjoying herself posing for her two men. Simon couldn't see but his father had opened his trousers and was stroking himself at the sight of another man - their son - taking risqué photos of his wife. Then she saw him motioning to his chest and she realised what he wanted.
"I think that's about as far as we can go like this," she said to Simon, trying to hide her wicked grin. She loved teasing him.
"Oh, uh, really?" he asked, his voice shaking with disappointment.
"I think so. You've taken so many photos of me in this outfit, I doubt there's an angle of my body in it you haven't captured. So how about I take off my bra?" she asked as she reached behind her back and unclasped the garment.
"Oh my God!" Simon breathed as he held his camera button down, taking photo after photo of his incredible mother taking off her sexy lingerie bra. Her massive tits lurched for freedom when the clasp was opened but Jayne covered them with one arm as she pulled the bra off with the other hand and dropped it to the ground with her dress.
She stood with her nipples covered by her arm for a few poses until she saw Rob gesturing to uncover them. At that moment, she noticed some movement in her neighbour's rear bedroom window as well. There was Mr Porter, taking in the show once again, but this time she saw he was recording it for posterity too with a camcorder directed at her on a tripod.
With a pleasant smile for her son's camera, she dropped her arms and let her massive breasts free in front of her husband, her son, and her nosey neighbour. She felt a little quiver of excitement at the taboo nature of her exhibitionist act.
Simon couldn't believe his eyes and the sound of his camera's shutter going off was almost constant.
Jayne smiled at the sight of both her husband and their neighbour stroking their cocks. Both their members were hidden to her but she could tell what they were doing from the movement of their arms. Even Simon gave his manhood a surreptitious stroke as he quickly replaced the memory card in the camera. Jayne held her pose until he was ready again before moving seductively into her next lewd position.
She lifted her enormous tits as if presenting them to her son as he took close ups of the glorious mounds and her smiling face above. Then she moved one tit up and stuck out her tongue to lightly lick the erect nipple with just the tip. She heard Simon groan under his breath and she giggled. For so many years she had taken care to act modestly around him but now she had let her true self out she was glorying in showing off for him.
She released her magnificent tits and they bounced gently as if in slow motion before turning to pose in profile to her audience, giving Mr Porter more of a view of her beautiful arse with the thin blue panty material disappearing between her cheeks.
After a few more poses, she glanced through the kitchen window at the clock on the wall and had another wicked thought.
She turned face-on to her horny son and husband and moved her hand to her mouth to play around her lips for a moment as if trying to decide something. Then she seemed to make the decision and slowly traced a path down her body from her mouth, past her incredible fun bags, across her flat stomach, finally reaching the waistband of her thin lacy blue panties.
Jayne heard a sudden intake of breath from her rapt son as he saw what she was doing.
Slowly, she slipped her fingers inside the gossamer material then slid them round the garment's waist, playing with it. When her hand was directly above her sex, she started ever so slowly pulling the material down.
With a playful smile on her face, Jayne watched her son's mouth flapping ineffectually as he tried to speak but was amused to see he could still press the button on his camera to preserve her performance for later. She also watched Rob's amazed expression as he seemed to double the speed of the jacking motion on his cock. Out the corner of her eye she could also see Mr Porter's movements become more desperate. She was really enjoying having such a rapt audience.
"Wow," Simon breathed slowly as the top of Jayne's neat landing strip of public hair came into view. At that moment, Jayne saw Rob's face go first tense and then relaxed. He had cum watching her show off her body to their son.
Moments later, the oven's alarm sounded, as she knew it would.
"Dinner's ready," said Jayne breezily as she released her panties to return to their place. She picked up her clothes from the ground and started putting on her bra.
"What ... wait, what?" asked Simon, devastated. "You aren't going to ..."
"Not now, sweetie. Dinner's ready. Come on, your father might be back soon."
"Oh, okay," said Simon, his erection almost painful as it pointed the way back into the house and he affected not to notice his father in his room, panting slightly from his exertions in his wheelchair.
"I'll just take this back to my - uh, our room," said Simon, indicating the camera.
"Okay darling but don't take long," said Jayne brightly. She was now dressed once again in her thin summer dress as if nothing had happened.
Simon quickly ran up to their room and stuck the second memory card - the one with his topless mother on it - into the adapter dongle in the side of his laptop and started moving across all the photos he'd taken. He opened the first that was copied across and was just about to start whacking off to the image when its subject called to him from the kitchen to tell him to get a move on.
With a heavy heart and seemingly heavier balls, Simon went back downstairs, his poor neglected cock straining for relief. He wasn't too surprised to see his father had 'returned from his club' and he joined his parents at the dinner table.
After dinner, Jayne managed to contrive reason after reason for Simon to stay downstairs in the living room with his parents all evening and he once again went to bed frustrated, thinking of nothing but what it would feel like to fuck his sexy mother.
The next morning, Simon woke on his back in his mother's bed. He looked over and saw the form of her hourglass body under the sheet. He once again had a twitching erection and he thought of the previous morning, when he had found relief dry humping his mother in his sleep. And she hadn't been mad at him. She had been understanding and had even encouraged him to masturbate in their shared room.
A thought occurred to him. A thought he would never consider if he wasn't so desperate for relief but in his current state it was almost irresistible. If she didn't mind him accidentally dry humping her in his sleep, what's to stop him dry humping her now? How would she know the difference?
Tentatively, he reached out under the sheet and gently placed his hand on his mother's bicep. No reaction. Slowly, he slipped his hand further round to land on her heaving bosom.
Oh my god, he thought, I have my hand on her tit! And I'm awake to enjoy it this time! Just some a thin terrycloth tank top between my hand and her bulging boob!
Carefully, with his other hand, he pulled his boxers down to release his rock hard cock, drooling pre-cum on the bed sheets. He slowly slid closer to position himself behind his mother to spoon her, pushing his twitching slick cock into the crevice of her cushioned arse.
Still no reaction! He had done it! Now he was free to start humping. He drew back and slid forward, the soft terrycloth of his mother's tight pyjama shorts feeling good against his leaking cock. He repeated the action, sliding back and humping forward, but this time he put more force into it. He hadn't intended to because he didn't want to wake his mother but his baser instincts were in control now and he revelled in the sensations of dry humping his sexy MILF of a mother.
After a while, Simon's movements became so uncontrolled that his cock had come far enough back that when he humped forward again he slipped between his mother's legs and rubbed up against the gusset of her panties, the other side of which lay her hot moist pussy. He paused in shock at the realisation that the heat against his cock came from her cunt and he was separated from it by one thin piece of material.
Jayne had woken before her son and was laying in bed pondering what she might try today to help her husband get an erection when she heard Simon's breathing change as he too woke. She decided to lay still and see what he would do. Before long, she could almost hear the cogs turning as he realised he had plausible deniability if he tried dry humping her again, this time conscious, and she felt his hand rest first on her bicep and then on her tit. Then she felt the unmistakable sensation of a hard cock between her arse cheeks and her son's muscular body against her back. Then came the rutting, back and forth, more and more powerfully, with total abandon, as if he didn't care if she woke. She had become more and more aroused at the sensations, growing quite wet as her son humped against her arse for all he was worth. Then she felt the hot, hard meat slip between her legs and against her steaming hot pussy and stop dead.
The feeling of the hard cock against Jayne's labia turned her arousal to overdrive. But he didn't move. He just stayed still, his hand now gripping her meaty breast flesh and his cock twitching and drooling against her pussy. The anticipation was enough to make her scream, then it came - he started humping again, this time rubbing hard against her labia, clitoris, and pubic bone.
"Yes, yes, yes," chanted Simon below his breath as he humped harder and faster, "yes, yes, yes, YES!" he almost shouted as he finally gained relief and his hot cum sprayed against the gusset of his mother's panties, his hand squeezing her fleshy tit like a vice. To his astonishment, his mother joined in with his last chant and she clamped her thighs closed on his dick as it spewed his seed against her convulsing, climaxing body.
"Well that's one way to start the day," said Jayne with a smile as she patted her son's hand on her mauled tit.
Simon was breathing hard against his mother's neck. He didn't have his breath back yet after his morning workout. Slowly, he let go of her breast and rolled over away from her, his deflating cock slipping from her soiled thighs.
"Oh my god," he said eventually.
Jayne got up and for the second day in a row she used a towel to wipe fresh cum from her body.
"Go jump in the shower would you?" said Jayne, "but leave the door open so I can join you. I think your father would like another show."
Simon's brain wasn't really working properly yet. He was just dealing with the apparent fact his mother had known he was intentionally using her body for his pleasure and hadn't objected and now didn't seem upset. And now she was talking about showering together. But she can't really mean it. Did she mean they would go in the shower with their night clothes on and pretend to be naked for his father? But she wasn't there to ask as she had left - presumably she'd gone downstairs to his old room to get his father.
Uncertainly, he got out of bed and, to the en suite bathroom, and started the shower.
Rob had been awake a little while when he heard what sounded like the springs of his bed - or rather, his wife and son's bed - in a rhythmic squeak, followed by what he thought sounded like both Jayne and Simon saying a muffled, 'yes'. A few minutes later, the vision of his hot voluptuous wife came through the open door to his room, her smile beaming at him.
"Morning, sweetheart!" she said with excitement. "Did you hear Simon going at it just now? He's like the Duracell bunny - always going! He dry humped me between my legs and came all over me!"
Rob was surprised to see his wife's night clothes were actually stained. And he had heard an odd commotion in their room. Was all this to make the fantasy more real for him? Or was it actually happening? The thought had him hard in a second.
"Ready for another show?" asked Jayne brightly.
Rob was eager to see more and said so while quickly sliding into his wheelchair. He would need Jayne's help to ascend the stairs but could wheel himself to the foot. It was a bit of a struggle to get up the stairs but Rob was sure it would be worth it, if it was going to be anything like the show he had in the garden yesterday.
"Okay," said Jayne quietly, "we'll leave the bathroom door open so you can watch us showering." She helped him into a chair in the bedroom, next to the door to the en-suite bathroom. From this position, he could see into the bathroom in the reflection of the mirror on the back of the bathroom door. Jayne smiled and whispered "enjoy the show" before she left him and went to join their son in the bathroom.
When she entered the bathroom Jayne found her son standing next to the shower, still wearing his boxers.
"Come along now," said Jayne briskly, "no need for those." She pulled down his boxers, then took off her own night clothes and dropped them all by the door.
Simon was startled to see his father's reflection in the mirror on the door watching them from the bedroom but even more startled to see his mother so casually reveal her fully naked body to him. He could see her marvellous tits hanging pendulously, her full pubic landing strip, and even a hint of her labia when he looked closer. When she turned to get into the shower, he also got a great shot at her magnificent shapely arse without even the thin material of a bikini or thong obscuring any part of it. He was in heaven and his cock reacted appropriately, regaining his full erection in moments.
Come on silly," said Jayne as she reached out for her son to join her in the warm water spray.
Rob reached into the room and picked up his wife's panties as he watched his son join her in the shower. The stains on the panties certainly looked like they might have been cum. He brought them closer to his face - they smelled like it too. His son really had climaxed against the gusset of his wife's night clothes! At the realisation, he found he had an erection harder than any he could remember and he stroked it hard as he watched his wife hand a sponge to his son, who was also very noticeably hard.
Simon left the shower door open as his mother had instructed, to allow his father an unobstructed view of them washing, but he didn't know what to expect. Then his mother handed him a sponge and told him to start at the top of her back. With a shaking hand, he applied shower gel to the sponge and started caressing his mother's flawless skin.
Rob saw his wife intentionally bump her juicy butt into their son's straining erection.
"Oops, what was that?" she asked innocently.
"Oh, I'm so sorry mom!" said Simon as he stepped back from her in fear she would be angry.
"There there, don't apologise," said Jayne sweetly as she turned to face her son. "It's perfectly natural. And it's perfectly beautiful too," she added, taking in the large proud cock before her.
"I guess, if I caused it, I should help relieve it?" she said as she sank to her knees in front of him.
Rob watched in awe as his wife slowly wrapped her delicate hand around their son's meaty cock and stroked it up and down. She slowly increased her speed until her hand movements were a blur.
"That's it," she coaxed, "give mommy her hot cream."
Simon reached down and cupped his mother's full tits and squeezed them, his thumbs rubbing over her sensitive nipples.
"Yes, that's right, grab mommy's meaty tits. They're yours now," Jayne lowered her free hand to her pulsing quim and started rubbing her clit in her excitement. "That's it, you've taken his bedroom and now you have his wife's tits. All you need to give in exchange is your hot cum. Give it to mommy, all over my tits, come on darling, cum on mommy's tits, give it to mommy."
Jayne chanted as her hand kept up its relentless pace on Simon's stiff cock. Until, finally, Simon looked up to the ceiling and roared, his knees almost buckling as his hot seed finally flew over Jayne's generous chest.
"Yes, that's it darling! Keep it up, paint mommy's big tits, cover them, that's it!"
Simon groaned as the last few spurts of cum leaped from his spent cock, his mother's hand slowing as she urged every last drop out.
Just outside the bathroom, Rob was panting hard, trying to get his breath back. He dropped his wife's panties on the ground. They now had another deposit of hot cum in the gusset.
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