章 2168: MOM'S THREE WEEKS OFF
Deborah pulled into her driveway. With a sigh she parked her car and turned off the engine. She sat still for a moment, her hands resting at her side as she was unable to get the image of her son's cock out of her head.
Ever since earlier that morning when she had seen her boss, Tim, jerking off in his office to his lover, she couldn't rid herself of the almost mirror image she had seen a week ago. She had just come home from work after having gotten off early, and her son, Jason, had only had a half day at school so he had already been home by the time Deborah arrived. She guessed that Jason had thought his mom wouldn't be home for hours, and had decided to have a little alone time for himself. The reckless boy had left his door wide open, and it hadn't taken much investigative skill from his mother for her to find out what he had been up to.
Deborah fidgeted in the car presently as she recalled peering into her son's room that fateful day. She remembered climbing up the stairs after her son failed to respond to her call; her stockinged feet silent on the soft carpet. She hadn't meant to be sneaky, but as she was about to call out to her son again, his expressive moan coming through his open door gave her pause and she froze in place.
Standing in the hallway just in front of his door, the single mother waited, her breath bated as she listened intently. As she stood silently, Deborah could distinguish the steady "schlicking" sound that accompanied her 18-year-old boy's quiet moans.
99.999% certain what her son was up to, Deborah's cheeks had flushed immediately and she had felt herself creeping back towards the stairs. However, just as she was about to head back down, Deborah's legs had fidgeted, rubbing together. "Maybe he's working out..." she had reasoned to herself very unreasonably. Afterall, a mother shouldn't be so quick to assume that her teenage boy always has to be masturbating. She should confirm her suspicions just to be sure, so that she didn't lay any unwarranted, overzealous horniness on her precious son.
With that iron-clad rationale firmly in her mind, Deborah had felt perfectly reasonable as she crept, extra careful to be quiet, towards her son's door. Why she would be so secretive checking on her son's 'workout' didn't cross her mind.
This time, when she got to Jason's door, she poked her head around the corner, tilting her head so that her rich brown curls fell off her shoulders and she could look with both eyes. She had to adjust her horn-rimmed librarian glasses so that they sat right.
Thankfully, Deborah had managed to suppress her gasp, her hand going from her glasses to quickly cover her mouth, as her rich brown eyes widened in shock. Despite her silly reasoning that he might not be masturbating, Deborah discovered that not only was her 18-year-old son indeed jerking off, but her little boy also happened to have a HUGE dick; like the biggest Deborah had ever seen in person. Not that Deborah had seen many dicks to be fair, she had only ever slept with 3 guys, but nonetheless, she knew that what was in BOTH of her son's hands could not be normal.
Jason lay sprawled out on his bed, his lower half completely naked except for his socks. Why did men never take of their goddam socks? She wondered briefly before taking in the rest of her son. His head was tilted back and his eyes were closed so Deborah felt emboldened enough to peek her head around a little more, allowing herself a better view. She unconsciously bit her lip and furrowed her brow as she looked at her son's hands stroking up and down his long veiny shaft. Her eyes followed his hands on a downstroke and her hazelnut eyes widened again at her son's large sack. Shaking her head, Deborah tried to pull away, but couldn't; her stockinged feet were stuck in the carpet as if they had grown roots. Her eyes kept travelling back to her son's cock as portions of it disappeared beneath Jason's hands and fingers.
It wasn't until Jason started stroking faster and the "schlicking" sound from the lube become louder that Deborah realized her son was getting close to finishing. Knowing that lingering any longer was risky, Deborah stayed rooted to the spot, her eyes unblinking; she had to see the ending now that she had begun. Unconsciously rubbing her thighs together, Deborah didn't realize she was breathing heavier.
Suddenly, Jason spoke his first words since Deborah's arrival, and they blew his mother away. "Oohhhhh, Mom, just like that. Oh Mommmmmmm." Her son groaned as he thrust his hips up, his dick sliding through his slick hands as it erupted.
Deborah's mouth hung open as wide as her eyes while she watched her son's balls contract. Her gaze went up his throbbing shaft to see a huge white rope of spunk leave her son's swollen cock head, followed by another, and another, for a repeated six sticky ropes that ended up landing on top of her straining son with wet smacks. His load sounded HEAVY.
As he settled down and his ragged breathing started to slow, Deborah realized where she was, what her son had just done, and what she had done by watching him. Flushing again so deeply she could have sworn her hair blushed, she was finally able to rip herself away from her son's door and quickly scurry down the stairs, hopefully as silent as she had been on the way up.
Quickly ducking back outside, even forgetting her shoes in her haste, Deborah waited a full two minutes before pushing open the door and announcing herself for the second time that afternoon. Thankfully, Jason called down to her his usual greeting and the two managed a totally normal evening thereafter.
Ever since that day, Deborah had tried, and started to succeed, in ridding herself of that image. The guilt at having spied on her son as he masturbated had eaten at her and shamed her to the point where she had managed a semblance of peace within herself, the image of her son's beautiful big cock almost blocked and forgotten.
However, since seeing her boss Tim earlier that morning stroking himself off in such a similar manner, all the images of her son came rushing back in full force, if not stronger than before; as if her repression of the images had only fortified their importance.
With a shake of her head and a start, Deborah pulled herself together, banishing the image of her son's thick, cum spitting cock, and opened her car door. Briskly, all business in her strut, she walked up to her front door and let herself in. These were going to be a long three weeks of vacation to be sure she thought ruefully with a shake of her head... "Long indeed" she thought, not sure herself what she was referring to.
***
Jason walked home; his sneakers almost silent on the sidewalk as the few butterflies in his stomach did anxious flips. He didn't feel the normal Friday evening excitement for the coming weekend. He was too busy thinking about his mother, Deborah. Most boys didn't get anxious thinking about their mothers, and those who did usually did so for different reasons. Jason was nervous thinking about his mother because, well because he was really attracted to her. Not attracted to how good of a mother she was, which she assuredly was, but attracted to how unbelievably sexy he found her as a woman. He knew that it wasn't normal for a boy to be attracted to his mother, or at least, he thought he knew. He knew that taboo stuff was frowned upon, but then again, he also knew that... well, taboo stuff was pretty kinky, and there seemed to be a big audience for it.
Right then, he was debating with himself. He wasn't sure if he should risk masturbating with his door open again, or if he should just leave it alone. He could have sworn that he heard his mom at his door the last time he had done it. But then he had heard her open the front door a few minutes after his climax and he had been very confused. Maybe she had seen him and run, or maybe she hadn't seen him at all and would rip his head off if she found him jerking it so openly like that.
He really wished that he had never let his friend Jimmy convince him to masturbate where his mom could see. A few weeks ago, when Jason had confided in his best friend his... strange attraction to his own mother, he had been floored, and so had Jimmy, to find out that they shared the sentiment. Not both about Jason's mother! That would have led to a fight for sure, but to their own respective mothers.
What had floored Jason even more was when Jimmy had told him that his mom jerked him off! Jason had called Jimmy a liar flat out, thinking it some poor joke. But then, the look Jimmy had given Jason had given him pause. It was one of those, "I don't care if you believe me or not, actually I probably pity you if you don't believe me, because I know I am fucking right" kind of looks. And Jimmy RARELY had the confidence about anything to pull off that look convincingly; Jason had started to believe that just maybe his friend was telling the truth.
A few days, and many questions later, and Jason had actually been convinced that Jimmy's mom, the good old Pastor's wife, church going, bible-toting Mrs. Bywater, was jerking off her son on the regular. After his initial incredulity, Jason had to know how it had happened, and how it might potentially happen for him.
After some prompting, Jimmy had opened up to Jason about his relationship with his mom. He had been pretty hard to get answers from, seeming to guard information about his relationship with his mother as if that was somehow sharing her. Jason guessed it could also just be awkward telling your friend how your mother gave you handys after school like it was a normal thing.
Jason kicked a rock and watched as it bounced along the sidewalk, to hit a crack and veer off into the grass on someone's front lawn. Looking up at the house, Jason realized that it was Mr. and Mrs. Kim's house, the parents of one of his other friends, Sam. Shaking his head, Jason turned around, only now realizing that he had walked past his own house by a few blocks.
As he made his way back the way he had just come, he tried to tackle the issue by talking to himself; sometimes he found that it helped.
"Okay, let's make a list of pros vs. cons," He started. This was something his mom had taught him a long time ago to help him make decisions.
"Pros of jerking off with my bedroom door open for... for mom to see." He said, unconsciously blushing speaking out loud the taboo he was considering. "One: I get to jerk off like normal, but it's kind of a lot better... the thrill and all." He mumbled.
"Two: Maybe... Just maybe, Mom catches me and doesn't freak out." That one seemed more likely than he was admitting to himself. His mom rarely freaked out on him; she was usually always very understanding.
"Three: I don't know why she would... but apparently Mrs. Bywater does it soooooo... Maybe Mom decides to help me out and she jerks me off..." Jason swallowed as he realized that his dick was starting to swell in his shorts as he thought of his mom's hands wrapped around his dick. Fuck did his mom ever have pretty hands. She always kept her nails nice and manicured, and her hands were so soft whenever they touched him, a hell of a lot softer than his own.
Reaching down and adjusting his dick so that it was trapped under his waistband, making it less obvious, Jason kept walking, adding to his list. "And four: Once it happens, maybe I won't ever need to jerk myself off again..." He mused wistfully, his dick swelling some more as he let his imagination take him away.
He could just imagine the look on his mom's beautiful face as she pumped his dick in her hands, lube spilling out between her fingers as she stroked him. He could even see her breast jiggling contained as they were in her bra and professional blouse. He loved watching his mother's breasts bounce around in the clothes she wore; especially her office clothes. He tried imaging what his mother's tits would like bare, but he had never been lucky enough to see them in their full glory. Jimmy said that he saw his mom's tits all the time; Jason could admit to himself that that fact had him seething with jealousy, but he would never admit it to Jimmy; Jimmy liked to gloat a little too much sometimes.
Snapping out of his fantasy, Jason shook his head and went onto his next list, the cons. "Con number one: Mom catches me jerking off and... freaks the fuck out." He let out the words with a sigh. "Con number two: Maybe she stops talking to me, and maybe we don't hang out anymore." That one hit pretty hard, Jason felt his now flaccid dick slipping back into his shorts, its lack of rigidity making his pants unable to hold it up any longer.
Jason tried to come up with a con number three, but he couldn't see his mom doing anything too drastic like throw him out of the house just because he was jerking off carelessly.
Totaling up his lists, he saw that he had 4 pros and only two cons. Sure the list was pretty short, but double the pros vs. the cons was a pretty rare outcome. However, that second con was pretty fucking brutal. Jason and his mom had a great relationship, and he fucking loved his mom. Like maybe loved her a bit too much. He had always been a mama's boy, but recently, he had started to get butterflies in his stomach just being around her like he used to with girls he had crushes on. Talking with Jimmy certainly hadn't helped him much in that department. Jason really wanted to maybe see where things could go with his mom, but he didn't want to lose what they had right now.
Turning onto his street, Jason shook his head again. He was going to have to give this more thought he decided as he pulled out his housekeys.
***
Deborah turned in the mirror and checked herself out; she still had a few minutes before Jason got home and she wanted to make sure that what she was wearing wasn't too scandalous. She had on a pair of black yoga pants that hugged her wide motherly hips and long legs nicely. At 5'9, Deborah was kind of tall for a woman, but she was still shorter than her growing boy who was already 6'1.
Deborah pushed one foot up on her toes, arching her foot so that her bum looked better. She always had trouble getting into almost all kinds of pants. Ever since she had started to develop, Deborah had a big bum and shapely hips. But after giving birth to Jason, she had added a few pounds that never seemed to want to leave her butt and hips. Every day, Deborah had to wiggle into her pants, whether they were jeans, leggings, or even a skirt, she could never just slide her clothes past her bum; only sweatpants went on without a problem, and even then, the butt was often tight. Since she always filled out pants so nicely, Deborah always made sure that her panties were the invisible kind where the lines couldn't be seen through the cloth above.
Rubbing her hand over where she knew her panties ended, Deborah sighed and let the hand holding up her baggy T-shirt fall. She turned back so that she was facing the mirror dead on and looked at her chest. She was wearing an around the house casual summer T-shirt that she had left over from her previous marriage. It was a black Nirvana T-Shirt with the dead eyed yellow happy face, its tongue sticking out. She and her husband had been big fans, and even though that cheating dick was gone from her life, he couldn't spoil Kurt Cobain.
However, while she wouldn't have thought twice about wearing this around the house, she turned sideways and looked again to see if she could see her own nipples. Deborah had worn this shirt in front of her son countless times, but she had NEVER worn it without a bra underneath before. She, as a proper mother, ALWAYS wore bras when around her son. Deborah knew that some mothers didn't but she had always had very sensitive nipples that could be aroused by the slightest thing. And when she got aroused, her puffy nipples started to poke out and added the perfect point to her wonderfully sloped breasts.
Turning back again, she hefted her breasts in her hands, lifting their familiarly comfortable weight and squishing them through the soft fabric. She bit her lip involuntarily as she felt her nipples start to stiffen. With a shake of her head, she dropped her tits and appreciated the jiggle that followed as they settled back down on her chest. "All you've done is take off your bra Deborah, it's not like you're walking around with your tits out for the boy to see." She berated herself as she turned away from the mirror and picked her bra up off the floor; walking across her bedroom carpet she threw the piece of fabric into her laundry hamper. "Not like how he is walking around the house with that... thing out for me to see," she mumbled more quietly to herself.
Turning to look at her clock, Deborah frowned. It Read 03:37 PM. Normally Jason would have been home a few minutes ago. Walking out of her bedroom and down the stairs, Deborah blushed as she realized how much more her tits bounced without her bra to contain them. "Maybe I should get my bra..." She wondered before telling herself no, it was perfectly normal for a mother to go braless in front of her son. There was nothing to be ashamed about, so what if her breasts bounced, it was completely natural and something to be admired, not hidden and shamed.
That was what she told herself distractedly as she reached the front door and turned the handle, deciding she would see if her son was walking down the street.
***
Jason walked up the path to his front door, thoughts of his mom still in his mind, distracting him. As he reached for the handle, the door swung open, startling him. With a small jump, he almost ran into is mother.
Deborah pulled back with a squeak as she almost bumped into Jason, her hand reflexively coming up to her face in surprise. She covered her surprise, turning her squeak into a laugh as she let out a sigh. "Oh, you scared me honey," Deborah laughed, placing her palm on her chest as if calming her beating heart.
Jason looked at his mother, the surprise at reaching the door at the same time still on his face. However, as his mother laughed at their predicament, he couldn't stop his eyes from being drawn to her chest. Her breasts bounced in the most enticing way he had ever seen, and he had looked often recently. His mouth hanging halfway open, he brought his eyes quickly back up to his mother's soft brown gaze when she coughed lightly. He could have sworn she had a slight blush on her cheeks, a blush that must mirror his own hot face.
"Ummm. Sorry mom!" He rushed, "I took a wrong turn and had to backtrack. It made me a little late," he offered weakly, his steel grey gaze falling back to her chest in her favourite Nirvana T-shirt before quickly shooting back up to her eyes.
Deborah felt her heart flutter a little as her son dragged his wandering gaze back up to her eyes. She pretended not to notice, but her body absolutely noticed his look. She forced herself to focus on his words instead of his searing grey gaze. "You got lost?" She asked quizzically, tilting her head so that her lazy brown curls fell over her shoulder.
"Ummmm. Yea." Jason offered dumbly, making such a valiant effort to keep his eyes locked on to his mother's. "I had a lot on my mind walking home," he added after a second's hesitation.
"Well, the semester is almost done and you still have some exams to write," Deborah offered, not wanting to ask what had been distracting her son; afraid that he might have been distracted by what was clearly distracting him at the moment, yet also hoping that it might be the same thing. "My gosh what am I doing?" she thought to herself as she felt her tummy flutter. Wanting to end this slightly awkward interaction, Deborah pulled her son inside.
"Come, give mommy a hug and get out of the sun," Deborah said as she pulled her son into an embrace and felt her breasts squish to his chest. Without her usual bra, she felt the slight definition to her son's pecs as she held him tightly.
Jason molded himself to his mother in their hug. He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed, breathing in her sweet comforting scent as his mind melted at the sensation of her soft boobs pressing against his body. His pulse quickened and he felt his dick swelling again.
Deborah bit her lip to stop herself from sighing the way that she noticed her son did unconsciously. He never made sounds like that when they usually hugged... and he didn't usually hold her as tight nor as long as he was doing right now. Deborah let the hug go on for a few moments, more, cherishing the moment before she felt her nipples start to harden. Pulling away and brushing some hair behind her ear she smiled at her son. "Do you want anything to eat honey?" She asked sweetly, smiling as if nothing different had happened today.
"Sure mom," Jason replied, his smile seeming to reach further to his ears than it normally did. Deborah felt herself smiling as well as she looked at her boy.
"Okay, well go put your books away and then come to the kitchen," Deborah told her son warmly as she turned around and sauntered off to the kitchen.
Jason stood, unmoving, in the open doorway watching his mom's pink socked
feet pad across the floor, her long legs swish past each other, and her full bum shift with her movement. As she reached the kitchen, Deborah turned back to look at her son, her eyebrows drawing closer to her red framed glasses in slight confusion.
"Close the door honey," She called to her son. "We don't want any bugs getting in."
"R-Right!" Jason stumbled across his words as he turned around and pushed the door closed. When he turned back, his mom smiled at him warmly and dipped out of sight.
With a raising of his eyebrows, Jason shook his head and raced upstairs, eager to drop his books off and get to the kitchen.
Deborah listened to her son race up the stairs, unable to stop the smile from spreading across her face as she heard his door slam open, immediately followed by his thumping feet rushing back down the stairs, skipping a couple of steps. She kept her back turned to the kitchen door as she heard him walk in, slightly out of breath. She opened the fridge and turned back to look at her son, smiling warmly as she pulled out some supplies for a sandwich. "Hungry?" She asked teasingly, arching an eyebrow as she closed the fridge and walked over the island counter.
Jason blushed at his mom's question, pushing himself up into a seat across from her on the island. "Yea, real hungry," he lied, not wanting to admit that he couldn't wait to get back downstairs to ogle his mother.
"Well, growing boys need their nourishment," Deborah said sagely, as she turned around to get the bread from the other counter.
"Mhm," came her son's reply. Deborah felt as if lasers were focused on her backside as she opened up the bread box and brought out a loaf. She kept the blush off of her face, sure that she must be imaging it. However, when she turned around, her son's eyes shot up to meet hers. She smiled at her son as if she hadn't noticed anything.
"Did you have a nice day at school?" She asked, making small talk about their day as they normally did when they both got home.
"Yea, nothing special happened though... Well not at school." Jason added as an afterthought, as if to himself.
"Oh?" Deborah piped, arching an eyebrow with motherly curiosity. "Something special happen outside of school?" she intoned as she laid out some slices of bread and began layering them with mayonnaise and mustard, her eyes on her work but her ears listening.
Jason swallowed, and was emboldened since his mother wasn't looking at him directly. "Ummm, yea, I had the best hug ever from my mom today," he said, sure that she hadn't noticed the nervous hitch in his voice, but also feeling a fool right away. Why would he say something so soppy?!
Deborah's hands only paused for a second, and Jason couldn't tell whether color rose to her cheeks in the kitchen light. But when she looked up at him the next second, her familiar motherly smile was on her face. "Awww, thank you baby." She cooed, "Mommy really liked that hug too," she said with a smile that sent Jason's stomach fluttering.
Okay, so soppy wasn't a bad play, Jason thought to himself.
Deborah managed to keep her outward appearance calm as she felt her heart pick up slightly. So, it seemed that her son had definitely noticed her lack of bra. But he had also liked it, apparently a lot. Maybe she would make this braless outfit a more regular occurrence. It did feel nice not having the straps dig into her back, and it was so very nice to be appreciated.
Jason watched his mother as she put the final pieces of his sandwich together. He loved the way her breasts jiggled with her tiny movements. He couldn't see any cleavage, but the hints of her shape beneath were still tantalizing.
Deborah put the last piece on top, and cut the sandwich in half diagonally. Plating it, she smiled. "Here you go baby," she said as she slid the plate across the counter top. Jason looked up at her eyes and smiled.
"Thanks mom!" he said as he grabbed the sandwich and took a big bite, smiling around his mouthful and giving a thumbs up. Deborah laughed, shaking her head and turned around, walking to the fridge. She grabbed a jug of iced tea out of it and poured Jason and herself a glass. Taking the drinks to the counter, she climbed up onto the seat next to her son and placed his glass down next to him, cradling her own in her hands. He smiled again and took a big swig as she took a small sip.
The mother and son caught up on the rest of their day's events. Deborah didn't mention to her son that she had caught her boss jerking off that morning, much like she had caught him a week ago, nor did Jason mention that he had made a pros and cons list as to whether or not he should put on a show for his mother again. They both skirted around those issues, and just enjoyed their familiar mother-son bond; there was no need for them to spoil perfection, not at that moment.
After their catch up, Deborah sent Jason to his room with instructions to study; he did have finals coming up and she wanted him to ace those exams. Jason complained, saying that he had already been accepted to the University of Colorado in Boulder. Deborah scolded her son, saying that he couldn't rely on his acceptance and that if his grades tanked it might be revoked. Grudgingly, he conceded the point and went up to his room to study for a few hours.
While Jason was studying, Deborah cleaned up around the house, not that there was much to clean; she was a very tidy and organized person, and had instilled those values into her son as well. She found that she really enjoyed going around the house braless. Sometimes she would get surprised by the sway of her breasts and the soft feeling of the fabric rubbing over her nipples directly, it was freeing, if not a little thrilling. Although, nowhere near as thrilling as the looks her son gave her when noticing her breasts; she was sure he had noticed.
Since it was Friday, and since it was the start of her 3 weeks off, Deborah didn't particularly feel like cooking dinner. Instead, she ordered pizza, just a typical double pepperoni; her son wasn't picky and she didn't like too many toppings. When it arrived, she called Jason down, closing the door behind her with her foot. He came racing down the stairs as she placed the boxes on the dining room table. She turned around and smiled at her son as he breathed in through his nose, exaggerating the motion.
"Smells delicious!" He said, his eyes briefly torn from his mother as he looked to the pizza boxes. Deborah chuckled.
"Your favourite food," She teased gently as she stalked to the kitchen to get some plates. Jason watched her walk out; his eyes fixed on her bum. When she came back with plates, he raised his eyes to hers.
"No, I do love pizza mom, but the food you make is my favourite," he said as sincere as he could manage. Deborah felt her heart melt a little.
"Awww, baby that's very nice of you to say," She drawled, even if she didn't think it was strictly true, it was very sweet. "How about Mommy makes the pizza next time?"
"MMmmm, sounds too good to be true!" Jason teased, knowing that his mom never liked to make pizza, seeing as it was so easy to order. Deborah gasped in indignation, her mouth open and her eyebrows drawn together in mock offense. She pinched her son playfully to which he yelped, and they both laughed, sitting down to eat. They had some small talk while eating, but mostly they just exchanged smiles around mouthfuls.
Once done, Jason helped his mom clean up the dishes. Deborah appreciated the gesture, and pretended not to notice how he stared at her when he thought she wasn't looking; she appreciated those looks too.
Closing the door to the dishwasher, Deborah straightened from where she had been bent at the waist, and turned to look over her shoulder. She giggled inside at the wide eyes on her son's face as they quickly shot up to look at hers. She thought the blush on his cheeks adorable. "Do you want to watch a movie tonight?" She asked as she leaned back against the counter, biting her lip and raising an eyebrow in question. Jason's blush turned into an eager smile.
"Sure! What did you have in mind?"
Deborah lifted her soft brown eyes to the ceiling and tapped her chin with her perfectly manicured nail. "Hmmmm, Mommy is feeling something a little romantic," she said, sighing, though her eyes came down to meet her son's mischievously. Jason rolled his eyes but shrugged his shoulders and sighed.
"Oh goody!" Deborah said with a clap and a tiny hop; she felt her breasts bounce and she did not fail to notice how her son looked. Striding over to him, she grabbed his hand and dragged him to the couch.
Plopping down on the couch together, they scrolled through Netflix looking through the romance section. Jason suggested a few movies they had watched together before, but Deborah didn't feel like any of those. Then, she spotted one of her favourites: The Princess Bride. She knew that Jason actually liked it a lot too, at least he told her so.
"Oooooh. This one!" Deborah chirped as she quickly hit the play button. She looked over at Jason, beaming, and saw him return her smile.
"A classic," he said simply as his mother snuggled into him, leaning her head on his shoulder. The movie started, and they both quieted. The introduction went by, and the story started to lay out. Once the part passed where Wesley's and Buttercup's love was established, along with Wesley's famous line of 'As you wish,' Deborah got an idea. Something that she had done before, but not in a long time, and not since seeing her son's cock.
Rubbing her legs together, Deborah sat up and leaned back from her son. "Jason?"
"Hmm?" He intoned, flicking an eye in his mom's direction, keeping one of the tv; it seemed he really did like the movie.
"Would you rub Mommy's feet?" She asked sweetly, Jason rarely said no to her, but sometimes as a kid he had complained at how often she asked him for this favor.
Jason turned to look at her, a slightly amused smirk on his face. "Yea Su..." His face turned more serious and he looked at her directly. "As you wish." Deborah swore he heart skipped a beat. She didn't realize it, but her mouth hung partly open before she bit her lip. leaning back on the couch, Jason shifted so that his lap faced her.
Deborah kept her eyes on her son as she placed her feet in his lap. He was looking down at them as she tried to use one foot to get the pink sock off of the other. Jason chuckled and placed his hand over his mom's feet, stilling her movement. He looked up at her smiling before slowly removing one sock. Deborah wiggled her manicured toes as the sock came off, giggling; that brought a smirk to her son's face. Slowly, Jason took off the other sock and threw it on the couch behind him. Deborah wiggled her toes again, biting her lip. Jason smirked and gently placed one foot in his lap, while he gripped the other with both hands. Kneading his fingers into her sole, he pressed deeply. Deborah sighed in a most unmotherly way and tilted her head back, resting it on the couch's armrest.
Jason swallowed as he watched his mother tilt her head back, then brought his eyes back to her foot. He focused his attention there as he went about massaging his mother's foot. He dug his fingers in around her heel, moving up her sole, rubbing along the natural arch. His mother moaned and he glanced up. Her eyes were closed, but her chest rose with her deep breathing. Her breasts sloped slightly to the side of her chest, but he could clearly make out their soft full shape. He shook his head slightly in wonder.
Deborah basked in the sensations coming from her foot. She kept her eyes closed and focused on the tingling, and the soreness being rubbed out of her. She squirmed a little, but tried to keep her movement small, knowing that if she let herself, she would be a wriggling mess and that might be too much. Slightly shifting her foot that was yet unattended, her eyes almost flew open when it bumped into a nice hard bulge through his shorts. Knowing that her foot was in her son's lap, she pretended not to notice the pause in his massage.
Jason quickly resumed rubbing his mom's foot, his breath caught in his throat. He had barely noticed his erection growing he had been so focused on his mom. But now, with her dainty feminine foot, and her adorable toes pressed against his rigid length, he felt as if his heart was in his throat. His mom's foot stayed there, resting against his hard length, and she seemed undisturbed. Taking that as a sign she hadn't noticed, or at least wasn't going to mention the fact, he calmed down a little and breathed regularly.
Deborah toyed with the idea of rubbing her foot along her son's length, but her heart was pounding in her chest and she couldn't pluck up the courage to do it. Suddenly, Jason placed the foot he had been rubbing into his lap, away from his cock, and took up the other one. Deborah couldn't help the slight frown that passed over her face, but it was quickly replaced by a look of tranquil relaxation as her son started working the stress out of the other foot.
Before too long passed, Deborah shifted her foot in her son's lap so that it came into contact with his cock again. This time her son didn't falter in his massage. Deborah's heart still beat fast, but not as fast as before, and she realized this was her only chance, so gently, she rubbed her foot up along her son's length.
Jason couldn't help but freeze a moment as his mom's other foot SLID up the length of his dick! He couldn't believe it, but as soon as he stopped so did his mother. Quickly, he resumed his massage, and slowly, his mother's foot travelled back down into his lap, her toes trailing along his girth, as if trying to grip it through the shorts.
Jason couldn't believe this was happening. He hadn't believed Jimmy when his friend told him that he got handys form his mom, but now, he was floored that his own mother was stroking his cock with her foot through his shorts! His heart pounding, he refused to stop massaging, not wanting this moment to end.
Deborah squirmed on the couch, rubbing her thighs together as she kept her foot slowly sliding up and down the length of her son's cock, and by God was it ever a nice distance her foot travelled! She felt that she should stop, it was way too obvious what she was doing, she couldn't feign ignorance after this!... but maybe she could, and even if she didn't, clearly Jason liked it enough that he didn't want it to stop. Or was he feeling too awkward to say no and was she pushing herself on him!? Oh god, what a mess... But no! Deborah had heard her son jerking off and moaning her name, well not her name but he had said mom as he came... Clearly her son wanted her.
Deborah bit her lip as she cracked an eye and looked at Jason. He was focused on her feet at the moment, but as she ran her foot back down into her son's lap, he leaned his head back. Deborah freaked out, thinking he would catch her looking, but thankfully his eyes were closed in bliss, just as hers had been a moment before.
Suddenly, the TV blared as the shrieking eels came onto screen, Princess Buttercup in the water and in danger. Deborah jerked out of her horny reverie, and heard Jason grunt. In her startlement, she had kicked her son in the groin! She had felt a soft resistance, and was sure she had got his balls.
Embarrassment threatened to overwhelm her, but that paled in comparison to the rush of motherly compassion and concern for her son that filled her. As Jason was just beginning to lean back on the couch, his hands moving to his groin and his face a grimace of pain, Deborah whisked her feet away from his lap and scrambled forward on the couch.
"Oh my god, Mommy is so sorry baby!" she rushed breathlessly, her hands scrambling around his own covering his groin. Jason just moaned. "Here, let mommy see!" Deborah insisted, trying to pull her son's hands away.
Jason cracked an eye through his mask of pain to look at his mother with a look of bewilderment, well as much bewilderment he could manage through the pain. "What?!" he croaked.
Deborah put on her stern face and used her no-nonsense voice. "Let. Mommy. Take. a look baby!" Deborah enunciated carefully, though true concern crept back into her voice on the last word.
"O-oookay," Jason said hesitantly, pain still plain in his voice as he moved his hands away. Quickly, Deborah put her hands around her son's hips and grabbed the waist band of his shorts. Jason lifted his bum off the couch as his mother pulled gently, and then his shorts were by his knees.
Deborah wasn't prepared for her son's still somewhat hard cock, though rapidly shrinking from the pain, to spring forth, almost smacking her in the face. With a quick swallow, she gently pushed her son's pleasantly heavy cock to the side to get a better look at his balls. Her eyes widened as she got an up-close look at her son's cum factories. It seemed that to match his huge cock, her son had balls just as massive, if not maybe even bigger than what would be considered proportional. Very VERY gently, Deborah ran her fingertips along her son's scrotum, placing the tiniest amount of pressure on his soft yet firm testes with the pads of her fingers.
Jason winced and Deborah pulled her hand back, but kept her face close. She looked up at her son to see him staring down at her, his brows drawn together in a much less painful expression. "Did that hurt baby?" Deborah asked, all motherly concern.
Jason licked his lips. "A- a little... but your fingers felt kinda nice, they were nice and cool," he added more hesitantly. Deborah smiled encouragingly.
"Okay, mommy can try to be more careful," she said softly as she turned her attention back to her son's balls. It was just then that she noticed his scrotum was as smooth as a baby's bottom. She didn't mention the fact, but she approved of his grooming; she had raised a properly hygienic boy. Pressing her fingers with more care, Deborah explored one of her son's balls, and then the next. As she moved from one to the other, she had to move her son's cock. Gently taking it in her thumb and forefinger, she moved it to his other thigh. As she did, she felt it swell slightly as more blood pumped back into it. She pretended not to notice and left it somewhat slumbering on his other thigh. After a short while, it could have been seconds, it could have been minutes, neither mother nor son paid attention to the time, Deborah felt she had spent long enough handling her son's balls- any more would be improper; not to mention the fact that her son's cock was getting decidedly harder and was starting to rise off his thigh all on its own.
Sitting back up on her knees, biting her lip, Deborah looked back up to her son. "Do you think they're going to be okay baby?" She asked, guilt plain on her face. Jason swallowed, feeling kind of awkward sitting on the couch with his cock and balls hanging out between him and his mother, not even 3 feet apart.
"Ummm, yea mom. It's happened to them before, and they just take a little time to... you know. Recuperate." He finished, looking at her with an awkward smile. Deborah's guilt mostly fled her face and she chuckled good naturedly.
"Well, that's good to hear," Deborah said as she looked back down at Jason's dick. Unconsciously, she reached her hand out, as if to handle his balls, again, or maybe his cock, Jason wasn't sure, but before she did, she pulled her hand back and looked at Jason, smiling. Her face turned serious again. "If you have any more issues, or they bother you at all, make sure you come find me, okay baby?" She asked, tilting her head forward and giving her son her best commanding look.
Jason nodded his head, but when his mom kept staring at him, he spoke. "Yea, don't worry mom. I'll let you know." That seemed to appease his mother and that settled the issue.
The two of them continued watching the rest of the movie, but Deborah spent a lot of the time making sure her son was comfortable. She got them popcorn and drinks, but refused to let Jason leave the couch. She brought some blankets and pillows for him to feel comfortable, and absolutely mothered the shit out of him. Jason took it all with smiles and thanks, feeling somewhat guilty because his mom hadn't even kicked him that hard, but he was loving the attention.
When the movie was done, the two of them got up, Deborah all concerned again, thinking her son wouldn't be able to walk up the stairs. Once he assured her that he was fine, they said goodnight, giving each other a quick kiss on the cheek, and headed to their own rooms.
As Deborah was lying in her bed trying to sleep, she could NOT get the image, nor the feel, of her son's cock out of her mind. Unable to stop herself, she reached a hand between her legs, slipped it beneath her panties, and found her pussy absolutely SOAKED... Biting her lip, she ran her finger through her slimy lips, rubbing her clit. Not much later, the mother clenched her thighs around her hand as she replayed the feeling of her son's cock in her hands over and over. She couldn't imagine what an orgasm with more, sensual images of her son's dick would do. After her little cum, she found sleep easy. Her dreams were nothing proper for a 'respectable' mother.
Jason lay in bed, his dick straining as he held it in his hands rubbing the head, but his balls were still somewhat sore. He tried to eek an orgasm out, but his balls were too sensitive, so he simply went to bed frustrated. The image of his mom's hands on his cock and balls, and her concerned face was seared into his memory more than anything else he had ever seen in his life. Maybe, just maybe, Jimmy was onto something.
***
The next day, Deborah woke up refreshed. The sun was streaming in through her large bedroom windows and she could hear the birds chirping. She smiled and closed her eyes as she stretched out in her bed, arms reaching above her, back arched and feet kicked out. She had had such a pleasant sleep.
In the other room, Jason was waking and stretching as well, though he luxuriated in his stretch much less so; his room didn't have nearly as much light, and his night hadn't been nearly as restful. He had tossed and turned, horny as hell, images of his mother in her sexy comfy clothes that she wore around the house plaguing his dreams; sometimes, he would see her start to undress, but as soon as she was about to show him any real nudity, the dream would shift and he was frustrated once more.
Deborah hopped out of her bed, feeling refreshed as her feet touched the carpet. She curled her toes in the soft material and stretched once more, sticking out her chest and raising her hands so that her t-shirt rose up above her panties, exposing her supple mommy booty. Not realizing how sexy she was, she strode out into the hallway, heading to the stairs so that she could get some morning coffee.
As she passed Jason's room, she remembered last night in a flash. Flushing, she paused and peeked into her son's room. Jason had turned back over after waking up, trying to get a few more minutes sleep, but Deborah didn't know that he was awake. Quietly creeping into his room, the mother edged around her son's bed and looked down on what she thought was his sleeping face. Jason was almost back to sleep, and hadn't heard her approach.
As Deborah gently reached out a hand, and stroked her son's cheek, he jerked back, startled. Deborah drew her hand back and yelped turning around and clutching her hand to her chest as if stung; she frightened very easily. She couldn't help giggling as she turned back around.
"Mom?" Jason asked groggily, but his face was questioning.
Deborah settled her nervous giggles and spread the sheets in front of her smooth. "I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to wake you. Mommy just wanted to come and check on you to see if you were okay after... last night. I thought you were asleep and you just looked so cute I wanted to... well never mind." Deborah rushed, nervously placing her hand on her chest.
Jason looked at his mom and noticed how she looked. What little sunlight there was coming into his room hit her and seemed to make her glow. Her curly brown hair fell about her shoulders, and her big red glasses looked adorable with her nervous face. Her hand resting on her ample chest drew attention to her motherly assets, and Jason just realized that she wasn't wearing any pants. He couldn't see her panties because her shirt came down just below her butt, but he knew there were no shorts on underneath. He swallowed and smiled at her. "Ummm, well thanks mom. I actually just woke up so you didn't wake me."
"Oh, well that's good," Deborah offered lamely. She looked as if she was about to turn to go so Jason rushed on.
"How did you sleep?" He asked, trying to make conversation. Deborah smiled and sat down on the edge of her son's bed; he scooted a little to make room for her.
"I actually slept wonderfully baby, thank you for asking," Deborah beamed. "How about you my little man?" She asked as she ruffled her son's hair. Jason rolled his eyes but smiled showing he liked it.
"I slept okay. I woke up a couple times, but... no big deal."
"Oh no," Deborah cooed concernedly. "Was it because of... you know, where mommy kicked you?"
"Ummm, I don't think so." Jason offered, unsure if he should tell his mom he couldn't sleep because he hadn't been able to jerk off to her.
"Would you like mommy to check on them again?" Deborah, asked, raising concerned and totally innocent eyebrows.
Jason hesitated for only a second, but once he remembered the image and feel of his mom's hands on his cock, he quickly nodded his head. He remembered to speak a moment later. "Yea, sure mom, that would be great." He tried to say as unenthusiastically as possible.
Deborah gave her son a chaste smile and motioned for him to scoot over some more. Jason did as directed and gave his mother some extra room. Deborah grabbed the sheets, and with her son's help they pushed them past his hips. Jason, being rather eager, kicked the sheets down past his feet, then looked over to his mother, now exposed in nothing but his boxers. Deborah merely looked at her son's boxers, her lower lip between her teeth. She raised an eyebrow at her son and nodded her head towards his groin.
Blushing, Jason realized she couldn't very well check his balls still in his underwear. Pushing those past his hips and kicking them off as well, he was tempted to cover his groin with his hands, but he managed to stop himself.
Once her son's cock and balls were back in her view, Deborah felt a slight flush rise to her cheeks as her pulse picked up again. After a quick smile at her son, she leaned forward on the bed and took her son's soft cock in her hands again. Moving it safely atop his abdomen, she focused on his balls, or at least, she tried to. Almost as soon as she had touched her son's cock, it had started to swell. She tried to ignore it as she gently examined her son's balls, but it slowly grew harder and harder until it was no longer resting on Jason's lower abs, but was hovering about an inch above them.
Unable to ignore it any longer, the mother turned to look up at her son from his side. Jason swallowed as his mom's uncertain brown eyes found his. "Ummm, honey, is this like a normal morning... wood thingy?" She asked, adding emphasis by gently taking his cock in her fingers and lifting it up for him to see better, as if he couldn't already see it.
"Ummmm," Jason started, glancing down at his dick before looking back to his mother. "I normally have a little stiffy in the morning, but not like this," he admitted truthfully. Then, after a moment he felt brave enough to say some more. "I ummm... Wasn't able to... relieve myself last night so that might be why its... extra hard this morning."
"Oh," Was all Deborah had to offer as she looked at her son's cock in her hands. She felt so unsure if she should take the next step, or if she should make the offer. She didn't want to freak her son out, but then again, he was taking this rather well already. But then again, what if he said no???
As she was thinking, Jason felt rather brave. "And... ummmm... You DO look really good this morning mom," He almost whispered, his eyes flicking to his mom's shyly then away. Deborah definitely blushed at his words, but she couldn't help the smile from spreading across her face.
"Oh, well thank you honey," Deborah said sweetly as she gently squeezed her son's cock in her hands. He took a tiny shuddering breath at her motion and Deborah felt like rubbing her legs together; she was sure she was wet. With her son's words in mind, Deborah made her decision quickly.
"Would you ummmmm... Like mommy to help you... relieve yourself?" She asked, innocently, as if it were a totally normal thing for a mother to do; though perhaps more normal than either mother or son realized.
Jason's eyes widened in excitement and disbelief that this was actually happening. "Umm. Yea please... I would really appreciate the help," he said hoarsely. Deborah smiled bravely before looking back to Jason's cock. After a few seconds of staring, she slowly started to stroke her its length.
"Okay, well you just relax and let mommy take care of this," Deborah said sweetly as she scooted closer and placed her free hand underneath her son's balls, gently cradling them. Deborah bit her lip unconsciously as she took in what she was doing, her eyes drinking in the sight just as much as her son was.
Jason tried to keep his breathing steady as he focused on trying to act normal. Or as normal as he thought a son would act when his mom had his cock and balls in her hands. He bit his lip as well, though much harder than his mother was biting hers; he was trying to stop himself from groaning. As he watched his mom's hands travel up his shaft, her dainty fingers amazingly soft, he felt his dick swell as more blood rushed into it.
Looking at his mother, sitting on his bed with her calves folded alongside her thighs, the bottoms of her feet crinkled and facing the ceiling, her butt almost touching the bed, and her tits swaying in her shirt as they hung beneath her leaning form, he swallowed the lump in his throat. Her t-shirt was riding up her body so that he could see her hips and her panties hugging her ample bum; they barely covered half of it. The sight of his mom was too much to take for Jason. He normally didn't cum very fast, but it seemed like his mother was well on her way to changing that.
Deborah ran her fingertips along the head of her son's dick, pulling back his foreskin to fully expose it; she knew the tip was the most sensitive area. His cockhead was very swollen at the moment, and just then, a nice big clear drop of precum leaked out of the tip. Shifting her hips, trying to seek some contact for her pussy, and sadly failing, the mother whimpered in her throat quietly. Taking her index finger, Deborah gently spread Jason's precum around the tip of his dick, just below the hole. As she did, Jason let out a very pleased moan. Glancing up at her son, she saw his head thrown back, a look of pure bliss on his face as he scrunched his eyes closed; it almost looked as if he was in pain.
Deborah turned back to her son's cock, and made sure she gave Jason's balls a squeeze, she knew that men liked attention down there too. However, as she started to slowly stroke her son's cock, she realized that by spreading his precum around she had made the top of his cock wet and slippery, but the bottom half was all dry and she could no longer stroke up his whole length. The mother thought about spitting on his cock, but she felt that would be too much for this first time, and she didn't trust herself to stop there once she did. Tucking some curly hair behind her ear, she turned her face to her son's. "Ummm...Do you have any lube baby?" She asked hesitantly, her other hand still gently fondling her son's heavy nutsack.
"Oh... Um yea just inside my bedside table there... top drawer" Jason said quickly, pointing to the one behind his mom, pressed against the wall.
Deborah smiled and silently got off the bed, quickly opening the drawer and pulling out the lube. As she did, Jason watched her, his hand unconsciously going to his dick where he grabbed hold and started to stroke. His mom's legs looked unbelievably sexy as the muscles underneath flexed with her movements. She scrambled back onto the bed with a sheepish smile. Jason smiled back, his hand still around his dick.
As Deborah snapped open the bottle, she wagged her finger at her son. "You leave that to mommy okay baby," she said as sternly as she could while pouring a generous portion of lube into her hand. Jason smiled sheepishly and pulled his hand away to place both hands behind his head, supporting it, so that he could gaze at his mother.
Deborah really appreciated the way her son stared at her as she coated her hands in lube. When she grasped his dick again, he gasped. "O-ooh, that's cold." He said with a shaky laugh. Deborah giggled herself.
"Don't worry baby, it'll get warmer soon," she said softly as she now stroked up her son's length in full long strokes, adding more pressure than she had been before now that her fingers just glided along his full length. The lube leaked out between Deborah's fingers and ran down her son's cock in goopy lines falling towards his balls. With her other hand, she massaged the lube into his nuts, pushing them around and squeezing oh so gently. Jason moaned again and she felt his cock twitch and pulse, the veins providing warm, lively ridges for her fingers to glide over. Deborah bit her lip again, loving the way her son's body responded to her hands.
After a few minutes, where Deborah continually stroked, always bringing the falling lube back up to the top of her son's cock with a firm grip, Jason started to thrust his hips up to counter her strokes. Deborah felt heat rise to her cheeks but she didn't realize her mouth was hanging open slightly as her breath came more heavily. It was so sexy seeing her little man gently fuck her hands. Encouraging his movements by adding a bit more pressure and some twisting, Deborah massaged her son's balls, even gently pulling on her his sack.
Jason gripped the sheets as he felt his orgasm approaching. "Nnnn. Mom... I'm getting pretty close," he huffed. His face screwed up in pleasure. Deborah switched between looking at her son's face and looking at his straining cock. The veins were positively popping out now, and she could feel their pulsing underneath her hands. His cockhead was almost purplish it was so full of blood.
"Do you want to cum for mommy baby?" Deborah cooed, feeling positively dirty as she did so, but loving each word. She knew the dirty talk would get him over the edge. Jason's breathing came faster and his hips pushed against her hand. She squeezed his balls. "Mommy wants you to shoot out ALL of those cummies you couldn't get out last night baby," She added as she scooted closer, almost pressing her face against his dick. "Can you do that for Mommy baby?" She husked; her breath warm on his cock. "Can you shoot out a nice, big, WARM loa... Oooooooh yessssss baby. Just like that. Cummmm for Mommy," Deborah cooed as Jason grunted and bucked, his cock spitting out rope after rope of cum. Deborah would have gasped had she not already seen her son's cock spit out one of these massive loads before, and had he not warned her. She gently stroked his cock and massaged his balls, slowing her movements and encouraging him to empty his nuts fully as his hips continued to buck. Deborah hummed happily as she twisted her fingers around his cock and Jason's hips settled, his breathing coming deep and fast.
Taking his hand off of his forehead where it was resting Jason looked up at his mother. Deborah looked down at her son's face now, moving her attention away from his still twitching dick. Before, it had been all grimace of pure ecstasy. Now, it was pure relaxed bliss, not a line creasing his face except for the dimples from his ear-splitting grin.
"Oh my God mom. That was... that was fucking amazing. It was perfect. Thank you. Thank you soooo much!" He said as he started to sit up, leaning towards his mom for a kiss. Deborah blushed and turned her cheek and accepted the lingering kiss.
"Well... You're very welcome baby. Mommy rather enjoyed it too... Maybe if you need some help in the future, I wouldn't mind helping again.... But watch your language young man! That is no way to talk around your mother," she admonished him, wagging a cum and lube covered finger in his face.
Jason back away from the dirty digit, his eyes widening as he focused in on it. Deborah looked at it too, and both of them started laughing.
Climbing off of his bed and finding a spare shirt on her son's floor, the mother wiped her hands clean as Jason simply stared at her in amazement. Deborah smiled demurely at her son as she cleaned her hands, but she appreciated the look on his face, it was rather adorable.
Once done, she tossed the shirt in his laundry hamper. "Now, go clean yourself up," Deborah said, nodding her head in the direction of her son's still very dirty cock, along with his chest and stomach where his cum had pooled. "And come downstairs for breakfast once you're done," Deborah finished as she headed to the door. Jason watched his mom's booty sway more than it normally did. She had such a sensual gate to her steps right then, and when she reached the door, she turned around, catching him staring at her ass before he looked back up to her face, a goofy smile plastered on his. She raised a questioning eyebrow, and after a moment Jason remembered that she had given him some instructions. "Sure thing mom!" He said as he started to leap out of bed.
Deborah giggled to herself and left her son's room, walking down the stairs with a wonderful pep in her stride. She felt like a million bucks as her titty's bounced along with her steps towards the kitchen.
Mother and son had a very nice breakfast of pancakes, and for some reason, neither of them seemed able to keep a smile off of their face for more than a few seconds. When Deborah went to wash the dishes, Jason offered to help, which wasn't very normal for him. However, Deborah was very happy to have him drying dishes beside her. For the rest of the day, Jason followed his mother around like a lost puppy. That night, both mother and son pleasured themselves to the memory of the hand job earlier in the day.
The next day, Jason got up before his mother and, wanting to somehow repay the favour she had done him the other day, made her some breakfast in bed. Deborah was so touched by her son's gesture; she happily sat in bed and ate her waffles as Jason sat on the edge of the bed and talked with her between bites.
Deborah stole furtive glances at her son's crotch as he sat on the edge of her bed, but his erection was under control apparently. The mother didn't know that her son had woken up before the dawn and blown two loads to the memory of her from yesterday.
Much like the day before, Jason followed his mother around the house wherever she went, doing whatever she was doing if he could participate, and if not, finding something else to do in the same room so that he could stay close to her. Deborah even got up and moved around the house for no reason at times to see if Jason followed; he did.
At one point, when Deborah got up from reading her book while Jason was watching Netflix with the volume low, Jason paused the show and got up as well. He smiled at his mom, moving to follow her, but Deborah paused.
"Oh, ummm. Mommy was just getting up to go the washroom baby," she said uncertainly as she bit her lower lip.
"Oh... ahaha," Jason laughed in embarrassment as his cheeks flushed. He started to lower himself back to the couch.
"Do you want to come?" Deborah asked suddenly, before his butt touched the couch. Almost immediately the mother berated herself. She had no idea why she had suggested that, there was absolutely no reason for a son to accompany his mother to the washroom, and no excuse she could come up with. However, she did shrug her shoulders and raise her eyebrows in an innocent sort of 'why not?' manner; might as well commit, she reasoned.
The flush went deeper on Jason's face, but Deborah was sure it didn't have to do with embarrassment now. "Yea, sure," Her son said as he got up, squeezing his hands together unconsciously.
Deborah smiled sheepishly and started walking towards the first-floor bathroom. She could hear Jason's steps behind her, but neither of them said anything. Deborah avoided looking over her shoulder as her heart pounded in her chest.
Jason walked behind his mother, his gaze flicking between her butt, snug in a pair of comfortable shorts made from sweat material, to her long pale legs and her bare feet, the bottoms of her arches somehow so sexy. He felt his cock start to swell in his own sweats. He hadn't worn underwear today, sure that having blown two loads earlier this morning would have kept his dick under control. He might have made a mistake there.
As Deborah reached the bathroom, she turned her head as she opened the door, her brown curls swishing about her shoulders. She smiled at her son and held the door open instead of closing it. As the mother walked in, Jason swallowed and turned to close to door, also to give himself a second to hopefully compose his face.
When he turned back around, Deborah smiled at him again, now standing in front of the toilet, before quickly looking away. Nervously, the mother placed her hands in the waistband of her shorts. Normally, she didn't spend a second thinking about how she pulled her shorts down when she needed to pee, but now, with an audience, she was hyper aware of her own movements. Maybe that was why she arched a foot, flexing the muscles in her legs, and slowly dragged her shorts and panties down in one smooth motion. The mother had her lower lip between her teeth and she avoided looking at her son as she sat on the toilet seat.
Jason swallowed as his mother slowly slid her shorts and panties down her legs. There was just too much too look at, at once. However, he followed the movement. He watched, transfixed, as she slid her thumbs into her waist band. He followed as her forearms flexed and she lowered her shorts, revealing a wonderful expanse of pale flesh around her hips. The shorts fought against his mom's ass, but more and more of her butt was revealed only to be covered from above by her falling T-shirt. He watched, trying to sneak a peek of what would be between his mother's legs, but she managed to shimmy in such a way that he only caught the briefest flash of a curly brown bush. Her shorts and pink panties, he could see them now, slowly slid down the rest of her pale supple legs to pool around her slim ankles. As his mom sat down on the seat, he drew his eyes up from her flexed feet, her toes almost lost in the fluffy carpet in front of the bowl, to her eyes.
Her rich brown eyes were looking at him uncertainly, and Jason swallowed again, and immediately put on what he though was a reassuring smile. Deborah returned the smile right away, and some tension seemed to leave her face. After a moment where the two held each other's gaze, Deborah looked away, and a blush suffused her cheeks at the same time that the sound of pee hitting water reached both of their ears. Jason felt his cock swell even more, as Deborah shifted her thighs so that her knees touched and her heels turned out, as if trying to muffle the sound coming from the toilet bowl.
Afraid to look at her son as she peed, she felt incredibly exposed, but also incredibly turned on, Deborah forced herself to look in her son's direction. However, unable to meet his gaze immediately, she kept her line of sight low. That was how she was greeted with the extremely obvious erection outlined in his light grey sweats. If she hadn't been turned on before, seeing her son's obvious arousal at her exposed like this, she definitely was now. Deborah wasn't sure if the wetness between her legs was from her pee or from her pussy, because surely, she was dripping a mess, she felt so hot and fidgety down there.
As her stream turned into a tiny tinkle, Deborah reached out in front of her to grab some toilet paper. She smiled at her son sheepishly as she did so, and let her gaze move from his eyes down to his cock, where she let it rest for a moment as she unconsciously placed her hand between her thighs.
Jason watched, his mother's hand as it moved between her legs. He breathed in deeply through his nose as he watched her hips shift as she widened her legs so that her hand could reach through. Now, with a slightly better view, he got a much clearer view of her dark curly bush, but any glimpse of her lips beneath was quickly hidden by his mother's hand and the toilet paper she used to wipe her lips. He felt his cock twitch in his pants as he imagined what her pussy lips must look like, what she looked like from beneath that lid.
Deborah's breath caught as she visibly saw her son's cock twitch through his pants. She placed her knees together again, and shifted her hips, but not from wanting to shield the view of herself, rather from pure horniness. Not wanting to get up afraid that her son would see her surely glistening lips underneath her trimmed bush, and also not wanting this situation to end. Deborah swallowed and plucked up the courage to make the next step.
"Do... do you need some help with that baby?" Deborah asked as she pointed a shaky finger at her son's crotch before quickly placing her hand on her thighs to settle her nerves.
Jason felt the blood rushing through his ears, he felt as if this bathroom had gone up 10 degrees. Hyper aware of his cock straining against his sweats, he barely noticed that his feet were moving until he had closed the distance between himself and his mother. Now, looking down at her from above, her face tilted up to his, her rich brown eyes like pools of molten chocolate, her mouth barely parted, he found it hard to find his voice.
"Please mom," He managed to croak out after swallowing a lump of sand. Deborah smiled up at her son, her bright white teeth contrasting so much with her plump, red lips. She hadn't put on any lipstick, but the blood rushing through both mother and son made them each positively rosy, and absolutely randy.
Moving her hands out to her son's hips, Deborah placed her thumbs inside his waist band, she felt her nails gently scratch along the smooth skin of his thighs, and she pulled down. This time she did let out a tiny gasp as her son's cock sprang out of its confines, bouncing gently in front of her as it settled. Before she knew it, she already had a hand wrapped around its heavy girth, hefting its weight as she gently stroked up and down its length, moving it around as she gazed at its beauty.
Jason focused on his breathing as he watched his mother's fascinated expression as she toyed with is dick in her hands. It was unbelievable how fucking fantastic his mom's hands felt, as if her fingers had little pads of electricity all over them that transferred to his dick. He gasped as he felt her slightly cold fingers and incredibly soft palm cradle his balls unexpectedly. Deborah gazed up at him and smiled shyly. Jason chuckled very softly. "Kind of cold at first," he mumbled.
Deborah massaged her son's balls with her hand, making as much contact with skin so that her hands warmed up nicely. After a few seconds, she cradled both of her son's balls and squeezed gently while pulling his sack away from his body, she also squeezed his meaty cock between the fingers of her other hand. "How is that baby?" She asked all innocence as she looked up to her son, batting her eyelashes a few times. She felt a thrill flow threw her as she felt Jason's body shudder and he took in a deep breath.
"M-much better... Really good mom." He breathed out. Deborah smiled very satisfied with herself.
"Good," she said to no one in particular.
Soon, a big drop of precum leaked out from Jason's dick, and once again, Deborah placed her index finger and swirled his natural lubricant around the tip of his cock and around his foreskin. She pulled his foreskin up so that it covered part of his cock head again, but he was so aroused that when she let go, it pulled back down past his crown. She giggled to herself, amazed at how her son's body worked. Leaning close, she breathed in his scent and sighed as his strong musk filled her nose. Jason felt his mother's warm breath on his cock, and it twitched in response, pushing more clear fluid out.
"Ummm, I didn't bring the lube mom," Jason said quietly as his mother's pumping became a bit uncomfortable where lubed skin met dry. She opened her eyes and blinked, coming out of her blissful reverie, to look up at Jason's grey gaze.
"Oh..." She said simply, as she looked back down to his cock, the clear drop of fluid getting bigger as his cock pushed out more precum. She stroked his cock idly in her hand, very gently and mostly pushing the skin back and forth, so as to not make it uncomfortable. "Well... That's okay baby, mommy doesn't need lube to do this," Deborah said quietly.
Just as soon as she finished speaking, she opened her mouth and her eyelids closed halfway. Sticking out her cute pink tongue, the mother gently placed her slimy muscle underneath the tip of her son's cock, and slid its length along his warm heavy shaft until she reached the tip, where she promptly flicked up her tongue to gather the clear drop of her son's fluid.
Jason shuddered as he felt his mom's warm wet tongue slide up the underside of his dick, but he kept his eyes riveted to her face. She seemed lost in what she was doing, as if his cock was there for her pleasure alone, and she didn't recognize it was still attached to him. She closed her eyes as she brought the drop of precum into her mouth; she pursed her lips and made a visible swallowing motion after which she hummed. Jason's cock twitched in her hand rapidly three times, his length swelling considerably. Deborah opened her eyes somewhat surprised to feel his cock pulsing so excitedly, and as she looked at his cock head, another dollop of precum, this one a bit murkier with some white mixed in and a lot bigger than the first two, was there to replace the one she had just swallowed.
Looking up at her son with a hungry grin, Deborah lowered her mouth back to her son's cock. This time, she wrapped her blood-filled lips around his whole cock head, and kept her lips sealed around his crown as she swiped her tongue along his tip inside her hot warm mouth, gathering his precum with her tongue. Jason leaned his head back and moaned, his shoulders hitting the wall as he kept his hips forward, as close to his mother's mouth as possible.
Deborah tickled her son's balls as she swirled her tongue in tiny circles around Jason's urethra. She sucked her cheeks in, providing some suction while also molding her soft wet cheeks to her son's spongy cock head in an attempt to draw out more precum; she succeeded. Jason's flavour filled her mouth and his scent assaulted her nose. She felt hazy, as if she were drowning in her son's musk. Moving her lips up and down slightly, the mother moved her hands from his balls and cock to his hips, where she pulled herself forward, feeling his spongy head push further back in her mouth. She moaned as she felt his wide head push at the back of her mouth, trying to get into her throat.
"Oh my God mom," Jason moaned, almost a whimper. Deborah felt his hands grab onto hers on his hips. One hand quickly left hers to gently touch her head. Deborah moaned more loudly, as loud as she could with her son's heavy cock filling her mouth, in encouragement. Feeling his hands on her as he filled her with his hot pulsing length was absolutely wonderful.
Taking his mother's moaning as encouragement, Jason ran his fingers through his mother's hair, past her ear, cradling her head. She turned her head towards his touch, pushing his cockhead against her opposite cheek, making it bulge.
Sliding her mouth up and down her son's rigid and pulsing length, Deborah rocked back and forth on the toilet seat, her tits swinging in her T-shirt as she tried not to gag too much. She made small little 'Gluck' sounds, trying to make them as prim as could be, as she sucked her son's cock like she had never sucked anyone else in her life. Her nails digging into his hips, she pulled her face forward, and was rewarded with a pleasant and thrilling feeling as her son's spongy head squeezed past the entrance to her throat.
A moment of panic filled her mind as her esophagus was briefly squeezed shut from the pressure of her throat expanding due to her son's pulsing cock filling it. However, the absolutely breathy moan of total bliss that came from her son which reached her ears drowned out her panic, and she realized she still had a lot of breath left. Continuing to push herself further off of the seat, and now reaching around to grab handfuls of her son's tight butt, her pristine nails digging into his flesh, she forced his length further and further down her throat.
Her throat tingled as nerves she had never really known existed before were stimulated by her son's hot and rigid length. She felt her pussy gush as she felt his pulse deep in her throat. She was forced to adjust her angle as her son's hard pulsing meat slid deeper and deeper inside her body. Her jaw started to stretch and stretch as she travelled down the ever-increasing girth of her son's cock. Then, before she knew it, Deborah felt her nose tickled by her son's neat little bush, and she felt her bottom lip come into contact with his fleshy ball sack. Pushing herself just that little bit further, her nose sunk into the flesh around his pubic bone. "Moooooommmmmmm!" Jason groaned, as he cradled his mother's head in his hands and helped her by pushing his hips into her face while holding her steady. Deborah squeezed her son's butt and shook her head ever so slightly, making swallowing motions that caused her throat to massage his length.
Running out of breath, Deborah started to pull back. However, as she was pulling back, she felt her son's cock twitch and his cumvein expanded on the bottom of her throat. "Hrnnnnngh. Of fuck! Mommmyyyy," Jason whined adorably as his cock started to spew into his mother's throat.
Deborah marvelled at how hard and how swollen her son's cock felt in her throat. But as she was quickly running out of breath, and getting more desperate for air, Deborah pulled off her son's spitting cock with an audibly wet plop- it almost got stock at the entrance to her throat, but thankfully it came out after a short pause.
Deborah lamented that she had to pull off of him mid ejaculation, but after a quick deep sucking breath, and after a flinch from taking a huge rope of her son's seed to the face, Deborah had her son's flailing cock back in her hands, and quickly wrapped her lips around his still spitting head.
Making sure she had a good seal with her lips around his crown, the mother hummed and cooed as she swiped her tongue under his tip, just on his frenulum, encouraging his cock to keep delivering the amazingly sticky and potent seed. His flavour was rather sweet, with a healthy hint of saltiness, and a delicious tang. Deborah swallowed as each wad of cum was replaced by another.
By the time Jason's cock stopped spitting, Deborah had swallowed 6 times, and was still gently massaging her son's balls. Only when his shaky hands gently touched her hair, did the mother pull off of her son's cock, his swollen head slipping from her own swollen, and very red, lips.
Looking up at him with lusty, soft brown eyes, peeking past the cum streaking her red rimmed glasses, Deborah swiped some cum from the corner of her mouth with her finger and plopped it into her mouth. "Did Mommy make it better baby?" She asked innocently, as she swiped further up her face where some more of her son's cum crossed her cheek and nose, almost reaching her eye. She plopped that still warm bit of cum into her mouth as well.
To answer her, Jason laughed and sighed in satisfied exhaustion as he slid down the wall, his butt plopping onto the floor and his sloppy dick flopping to the side, pressed awkwardly between his abs and his thigh; he didn't care. Deborah smiled adoringly at her son's expression. Opening his eyes, Jason looked up at his mother still seated on the toilet seat, a big beaming smile on her face and some of his cum still on her left cheek and glasses as her panties were still pooled around her flexed ankles. She had never looked so beautiful in all of his life. He felt a matching grin split his face.
"You made it all better... mommy," Jason said after a second's pause, liking using his old term of endearment for his mother. Apparently, it was the right thing to say because Deborah beamed ever more than she had been, which Jason didn't think was possible.
Well come give mommy a kiss then. Deborah cooed as she held out her arms straight and opened and closed her palms, beckoning him forward adorably. Pushing himself to his weak knees, Jason leaned forward and Deborah wrapped her hands around her son's face, she pulled him in towards her, and brought his lips directly to hers. She pressed hard, and after a moment, both mother and son molded their lips to the other. Jason was a bit caught off guard at first, but he quickly melted into the kiss and the feeling of his mother, his hands on her warm thighs, her fingers gripping his face. He didn't care about the slightly cummy taste on her, fuck he actually kind of liked it. Then, just as surprising, his mother's tongue darted into his mouth, and she pulled back with a devilish grin. Both mother and son giggled before gently kissing again, this time more gently and more sensually.
When they finally did pull away. Jason lied back against the wall, sighing. "I love you so much mom," Deborah giggled.
"Awww. Thank you, baby," she said sweetly, before teasing. "More than you loved me before??"
Jason chuckled. "No not more... just, I didn't know I could also feel... this kind of love as well." The son said, rather unsure of himself. Deborah smiled good naturedly as she reached past her son and took some toilet paper to wipe the cum from her glasses.
Once she had them settled back on her face, she smiled and stood up from the toilet seat, turning around. Jason swallowed as he looked at the back of his mom's ass. There were red marks from where her thighs had been touching the seat, but his eyes quickly passed up her smooth supple thighs to her firm yet wide and bubbly butt. There was such a sexy, smooth crease where butt met thighs, no sagging at all and a clear separation between the two. Then, as she bent at the hip, pushing her butt back towards him, his eyes widened as he finally got a view of his mother's pussy-the place he had come from.
Peeking out from between her curvy, motherly thighs, stood a pair of absolutely swollen, slick, and puffy pussy lips. They were an adorable shade of pink, and glistened with her womanly dew. He could see a bit of curly glistening hair just below the shining pink pearl that was her clit. And right down the middle, were the folds on her even brighter insides.
Jason started to rise up from his seated position as Deborah pulled up her panties and shimmied into her shorts. As Deborah looked over her shoulder, she caught the crestfallen look on her son's face and his hands falling back to his sides from where they had been about to grip her ass when she deprived him of the view of her pussy. Her heart fluttered and she felt a flush rise to her face knowing that he was that enthralled with her body.
Turning around so that she looked down at him, Jason on his knees and looking up at her, Deborah gazed down past her bust; she noticed her nipples were making two little tents at the slopes of her breasts. She smiled loving down at her son as she took his face in her hands and stroked his cheeks with her thumbs. Jason smiled and closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation.
"Such a good boy," Deborah whispered at which Jason opened his eyes and smiled even more, as proud as a boy could be after cumming down his mother's throat. Now, Mommy has to go and clean herself up, why don't you do the same and then we can do something together. Sound good baby?" Deborah asked as she stepped back and let Jason stand up.
As Jason stood to his full height, he loomed over his mother and she felt her heart flutter again. He had a devilish look in his eyes now as he leaned down and wrapped his arms behind her, bringing her closer to him until their lips met again. This time Deborah melted into the kiss, letting her soft body mold to his firm one. When Jason pulled his head back, she bit her lip. "Sounds perfect mom," He whispered before reluctantly pulling away, his hands lingering on her hips.
Debora followed her son out of the bathroom and upstairs where they both went their separate ways to their respective bathrooms. After cleaning themselves up, mother and son spent the rest of the day even closer than they had been before. Now, they didn't feel awkward at all as they snuggled closer than was proper for most mothers and sons, nor did they feel any guilt while they spent minutes making out and kissing in a way they never had before.
By the time they went to bed, both mother and son felt like completely new people. Even though he didn't want to go to school in the morning, Jason was still looking forward to tomorrow. The son couldn't have guessed how similarly his mother felt as she lay in bed that night, trying to come up with excuses to get Jason out of class, but still being thrilled at the idea of him coming home to her already waiting for him, ready to help him however he may need it.
***
The next morning, Deborah woke up her son gently, it was a good deal earlier than he needed to be up in order to get to school on time. Smiling seductively, but a blush on her cheeks, she asked him if he needed any help with his morning erection. Nodding dumbly, Jason assented to her help. Around 30 minutes later, after a rather sloppy, and very sensual blowjob, Deborah swallowed her son's thick and hot load. She cleaned up his cock as best she could, and then sent him off to school with satisfyingly empty balls, and her own little breakfast in her tummy.
At school, once Jason saw Jimmy, he got him alone, pulling him into one of the gym locker rooms where no one else could hear.
"Dude! You're not gonna believe what happened!" Jason started, almost shaking Jimmy's arm in his excitement. Sure, Jimmy got handys from his mother, but Jason had gone from handys to blowjobs in one weekend! Surely Jimmy would be impressed. However, Jimmy actually looked kind of worried.
"What happened J?" jimmy asked, scratching his head distractedly. Wanting to share the good news, Jason rushed, remembering to whisper just in case.
"Dude! My mom... well my mom gave me a blowjob this morning!" Jimmy's eyes widened in respectful surprise and he nodded his head, then his eyebrows creased.
"Good for you man, I told you it was possible," He added as he thumped Jason on the shoulder, not seeming into it.
"Dude, are you okay? I thought you would be more excited than this," Jason asked, feeling kind of bummed out that his best friend wasn't sharing in his good mood. Jimmy looked at Jason sideways and then wrung his hands, sighing.
"Listen man... When I said my mom was giving me handys... I may not have told the whole truth." He paused to look Jason in the eyes and Jason nodded his head for Jimmy to continue; he did after a few more second's pause. "Well... My mom and I have been having... we've been having sex.... And... well... she's pregnant." Jimmy finished with finality, his face looking truly worried now.
"P-pregnant?" Jason asked, to which Jimmy nodded.
Jason couldn't help the thought of his own mom with a swollen tummy and a warm smile on her face... Immediately, his cock started to harden in his pants.
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