Capítulo 34: Mother is my Sexy Cougar. So What?
bySusanJillParker©
Unable to afford her rent, an elderly mother comes to live with her son.
"Hello?"
"Roger, it's me."
"Mom? It's late. What time is it?"
"After midnight," she said.
"What's wrong?" He waited with trepidation for her to respond.
"Nothing," she said too slow for him not to think that there was something dreadfully wrong with his mother.
"Mom, for you to be calling me after midnight, there must be something wrong. What is it? Tell me. Whatever it is, I'll help you."
"I couldn't sleep," she said with a yawn.
"You couldn't sleep? You called me at whatever the Hell time it is because you couldn't sleep?" He had a difficult time not showing his exasperation with his mother. Ever since his father died if it wasn't one thing it was something else. She's worse than having a spoiled child who always craves attention. "Are you ill? Tell me, how are you Mom?"
"How am I?" The pause between the time he asked the question and until she answered it was long. "Not good," she said finally.
"Not good?" Expecting her to say good, when she said not good, he knew there was something dreadfully wrong. "Why? What's the matter? What happened? Did you fall? Did you break something?"
"I didn't want to say anything to you before to worry you but..." she said softly sobbing.
"Mom?" He said in a softer, more concerned tone. "What? Tell me. What's wrong? Whatever it is, I can fix it. I can hop on a plane right now and be there in a couple of hours."
"I'm being evicted."
"Evicted? Why? I don't understand. How can you be evicted when I send you more than enough money every month to pay your rent."
"Yeah, well, that's a long story but I can no longer afford to pay the rent. After losing my part-time job and with all the prescription drugs that I take with deductibles and co-pays, and after the money they deduct from my student loans after I returned to college to earn my degree, I don't have much very left of my Social Security, barely enough to buy food."
"Social Security?" Going back to the last time he saw her, he was stuck in a time warp thinking that he's still thirty-years-old instead of forty-years-old and his mother is still 52-years-old instead of 62-years-old. "When did you start collecting Social Security?"
"A few months ago. I put in for early retirement figuring that the extra money would give me enough to cover my monthly expenses and it did for a while, until the city cut back on their libraries and closed them from six days a week to only two days a week. I didn't work there long enough to collect unemployment."
Knowing he'd regret his invitation, there was a long, thoughtful pause while Roger thought of other options and of what to say before extending an invitation to his mother to stay with him.
"Listen Mom, after Janet left me for her personal trainer, suddenly I have all this extra room. I have three bedrooms when I only use one. Why don't you come live with me?"
"Live with you?" Her voice was filled with too much enthusiasm for him to think that she'd turn down his invitation. "I can't do that? I'd be too much of a burden and an inconvenience," she said with a long pause, "wouldn't I?"
"Don't be silly. You're my mother," he said. "You'd be no inconvenience," he said while thinking about all the crazy things she's done in her life, the affairs with his father's friends, the loud drunken parties, the nude sunbathing in front of her neighbors, and her endless shopping sprees.
"I don't know Roger if I want to live down there with all of that warm, sunny weather instead of all of this cold and snow we're supposed to be getting this season," she said.
"Mom, c'mon. Just as much as I know how much you love the heat and the sun, I know how much you hate the cold and the snow. I'd love to have you stay with me but only under one condition," he said his with mind suddenly filled with her nude body.
"What's the condition?"
"No nude sunbathing. Okay? I mean it."
"Oh, I don't do that anymore Roger, not since your father died," she said with a giggle.
"It will be fun. We can catch up on old times. Being that I'm shelling out money for your rent, a cook, and a cleaning lady, with you doing the cooking and the cleaning, that's all money saved that I can give to you. Besides you must be lonely after Dad died," he said pausing to wait for her to answer and when she didn't respond, he continued. "Come live with me. I think it's a good situation for the both of us."
"I am lonely, very lonely but," she said pausing, "don't you have a girlfriend?"
"A girlfriend?" He laughed a sad laugh. "Always working, I don't have time for a girlfriend. Besides, between my job and my hobbies the last thing that I want to do is to tie myself down again with another woman. Glad I'm rid of her, one selfish bitch was enough," said Roger. "Only, if you don't mind..."
"Don't mind what?"
"While you're here staying with me, I need to call you Helen instead of Mom."
"Helen? Okay but why?"
"Thinking you'd have the wrong idea about me, I didn't want to tell you, but I'm living in a swinging singles place. If the other tenants discover that I'm living with my mother instead of with some, hot cougar, they'll make my life miserable."
"A cougar? Oh, so now I'm your cougar?" She laughed a dirty laugh. "So after all of these years the incestuous truth comes out," she said.
"What are you rambling on about?" Already impatient with her and already knowing it was a mistake to ask her to live with him, there was no reneging on his invitation now. "What incestuous truth?"
"That Mommy is a MILF you've always wanted to fuck," she said laughing. "That you've always thought about me as you're lover?" No doubt knowing he'd be mortified, she laughed at her son's obvious embarrassment. "I'm glad to know that I'm the only one who still gets your sexual motor running and revving?"
"Mom, don't do that. You just gave me an image I'd rather not have," said Roger while thinking of fucking his mother after she sucked his cock.
Suddenly he had an erection. Maybe she was right. Having already seen her topless and naked a dozen times before and masturbating over her naked body every time he saw some part of her nude body that he wasn't supposed to see, maybe he did always want to have sex with his mother.
"Sorry, I was just teasing my baby boy. If anything, I'm excited."
"Excited? Why? That is, so long as you're not sexually excited," he said with smugness
"Oh, I don't know," she said putting the back of her hand to her forehead in the way of Joan Crawford or Gloria Swanson, "I always wanted to be an actress. Without doubt, being a cougar is the perfect part for me and a role that I can easily play. It will be fun to pretend."
"Well, I'm glad you're excited and think that it will be fun to pretend Mother."
"Finally able to take them out of mothballs, playing the hot, sexy cougar will give me a chance to wear all of my old, sexy clothes that have been collecting dust mites in the closet. I have lots of short skirts and low cut tops that I--"
"Mom, I can't believe I'm talking to you as if you're my teenage daughter instead of my mother, but I really don't want to see your panties in an up skirt and your bra in a down blouse if you don't mind. Maybe you could wear a jumpsuit that zips all the way up to your chin when around me," said Roger.
"Oh, don't be such a prude Roger. You were always trying to steal a look of my bra and panties when you were living with me," she said laughing. "I can't tell how many times I mercilessly teased you with up skirts of my panties and naked pussy and down blouses of my bra and naked breasts so that you'd have something to masturbate about that night.
"Mother really," he said voicing his indignation at being caught looking.
"I know you were in your room masturbating to the naked thoughts of me," she said laughing again. "I know you were sexually fantasizing of having sex with your old mother."
"Mother! Really. That's quite enough," he said remembering all the times he masturbated over his mother's bra, panties, tits, ass, and pussy. If only she knew that he still masturbates to the naked memory of her now, he'd be so embarrassed.
"It's okay Roger. Every son wants to have sex with his mother. Every son imagines his mother stroking his cock before sucking his cock," she said.
"I was a horny teenager then Mom. I grew out of my infatuation with wanting to see my mother naked and wanting to have sex with you," he said.
"A man never outgrows his need to see his mother naked and to have sex with her. It's in their genes," she said.
"Mom, I really don't want to have this discussion about me seeing you naked and/or wanting to have sex with you. Suffice to say that, after you're dead and gone, God forbid, I'd rather have the image of you fully dressed and acting motherly, if you don't mind," he said.
"Oh, Roger, I don't know why you're living in a swinging singles place if you're not acting like a swinging single. While I'm still young and healthy, just go with the flow and allow me to have some sexy fun for once before I die," she said. "Maybe I can teach you how to relax. Maybe whatever I do will rub off on you."
"The only way this will work Mom is if you only play my sexy cougar when we're out of the apartment with other people," said Roger. "Otherwise, you're my mother and I'm your son. Okay? I mean it. That's it. No monkey business with you walking around my apartment naked in the way you used to do back home in front of me and my friends."
"Your friends loved seeing my naked body just as much as I enjoyed showing them my naked body," she said.
"Yeah, well, even though this is a swinging singles, guests and tenants are expected to remain fully clothed when in the common areas of the complex," he said.
"Don't worry about me. I can do that. I can play your modest mother while playing your sexy cougar," she said, "so long as I don't actually have to have sex with you," she said with a laugh before letting out a big sigh with a long pause. "You're still angry with me for having sex with your best friend, aren't you?"
"Water under the bridge. That's water under the bridge Mom. That was years ago," he said.
"I can tell you're still angry. Why him and not you? Is that it? You wished I had sex with you, my son, instead of with your best friend."
"Okay, if we're going to live together, let's clear the air," he said. "I invited Kyle to stay with me after college for a month or two until he found a job and you took that as your opportunity to seduce him."
"I was lonely and horny. You father and I weren't getting along and--"
"You were a 44-year-old woman seducing a 22-year-old man. Do you still not see that as wrong? You're my mother and that was my best friend."
"In hindsight, I can see that as wrong but I was an 18-year-old virgin when I married your father, a 30-year-old recently divorced man. Other than your father, Kyle was the only other man I experienced intimately. Being that I was as attracted to him as he was to me, I was curious as to know what--"
"Enough Mother. It's enough that you had sex with him, I really don't want to hear any more of what you did with my best friend, if you don't mind," said Roger obviously still angry with his mother for seducing his friend.
"Maybe this is good that we'll be living together. Maybe you can find it in your heart to forgive me for what I did with Kyle. While I'm there, I'll stay out of your way. I'll spend most of my time by the pool," she said with sadness to her voice.
"Mother, please, if you don't mind, instead of lounging around by the pool, you can stay in the apartment with me. It's a big apartment, 3,000 square feet," he said suddenly getting an image of his mother topless and asking one of the young men to rub her sixty-two-year-old body with suntan lotion while telling everyone that she was his mother and not his cougar and he was her son and not her lover.
He could only imagine this neighbors thinking that he was having sex with his mother when he wasn't. If he had any real hopes getting a girlfriend before, he'd never get one with everyone thinking that he was having an incestuous relationship with his mother. He suddenly wished he could rescind his offer of having her stay with him and just send her some money to pay her damn rent. Yet, he tried that already. Obviously, she's not using the money he sends her for rent. Maybe she has a drinking or a drug problem. Maybe she's addicted to gambling. Maybe she owes money to the mob. Maybe it's time he babysat his mother in the way that she babysat him for so many years.
"Actually, at my age and being that it's a new, modern age of anything goes," she said with a pause, "I wouldn't mind having sex with anyone, even my son."
"Mother, really. I can't believe you say all that you think out loud without filtering it first," he said.
"What? What's the big deal? Think about it. We're both mature adults. An ideal sexual scenario, it's a win/win for both of us. You don't have time for a girlfriend and I'm lonely and horny. You lick my pussy and I'll suck your cock."
The image of his mother on her knees and sucking his cock was a more exciting image than him between his mother's legs licking her pussy. Knowing she'd suck his cock, he didn't dare give her any encouragement.
"Gees, Mom. What the fuck? You really need to stop watching Jerry Springer reruns," he said suddenly filled with the image of his mother blowing him while he felt her big breasts and fingered her hard nipples just before he exploded a load of cum in her mouth.
"It's true. Nothing is the way it was. No one gets married anymore. Everyone is shacking up with one another in this terrible economy, even mother and son," she said.
"Call me a prude but I don't think I'll be having sex with my mother in this lifetime," he said with assuredness.
"I've been so very lonely lately Roger. Except for dirty, old men who can no longer cut the mustard and can only lick the jar, and young horny boys who are looking to have sex with their mother, no one wants a woman my age but her son," she said with sadness, "and now not even my son doesn't want me."
"It's not that I don't want you mother. I just don't want you in a sexual way," he said lying while knowing that if he was drunk enough, he'd fuck his mother. "Why can't you understand that?"
"I understand. I get it. I do," she said falling silent again. "You think it's only about sex with me when all that I want now is a little bit of companionship, loving comfort, a hug, a kiss, and a touch from a man," she said with sadness.
"I understand you're loneliness. I'm lonely too Mother. Yet, you're only sixty-two-years-old," he said still amazed that she was older than he remembered her to be, "and not eighty-two-years-old Mom. Moreover, you don't look your age. You look ten years younger," he said and she did. When she was fifty-two-years-old, she looked forty-two-years-old. "Matter of fact, if you weren't my mother and if I didn't know how old you were, I'd think you were in your late forties. I'm sure you'll meet someone."
"Thank you Roger. You're sweet," she said. "Let me ask you this then."
"What?"
"If I wasn't your mother, would you do me? Would you have sex with me? Would you fuck me? Tell me and be honest."
"Mom, I really don't want to have this conversation but, if you weren't my mother, yes, probably, I would do you," he said.
"Thank you. If I was there now, I'd give you a big, wet kiss," she said laughing.
"I'd settle for just a kiss on the cheek Mom," he said while filled with the image of his mother sticking her tongue down his throat while he fondled her naked body.
Suddenly, he was horny. Filled with the images of his topless and naked mother again, suddenly, he needed to masturbate. Suddenly, he wanted his mother in the way he used to want his mother.
* * * * *
The flight from Massachusetts to Miami was a straight run. If it wasn't for Helen being delayed by security because she asked to go through the screening process twice, she wouldn't have missed her first flight.
"I was only kidding about wanting to go through security twice," she said to the Captain of TSA. "I'm an elderly woman with no sex life. Being felt up by a TSA agent, even a woman, was thrilling," she said with a dirty laugh.
Roger picked his mother up at the airport and true to her word, as soon as she saw her son, flattening her big breasts against his muscular chest, she planted her body against him, pussy to cock, and gave him a big, wet kiss while reaching down with one horny hand to grab his ass and her other horny hand to feel his cock through his pants.
"Mother! Really! What the Hell has gotten into you? Are you mad? Are you on drugs? Have you been drinking? What are you doing? Don't do that. Gees, you just made my skin crawl," he said lying.
Yet, as soon as she kissed him and as soon as her tongue touched his tongue as she ran her hand down the length of his cock, he had an immediate erection.
"Why are you calling me Mom? You told me to play the part of your sexy, cougar Helen. I'm just staying in character," she said feigning her innocence by tossing back her hair as if she was Jane Fonda lying about her age or Suzanne Somers lying about all the plastic surgery she's had.
"Not here at the airport and never again are you to French kiss me and grope me through my pants. That's just wrong. That's just nasty," he said eager to get home to masturbate over his mother kissing him and groping his prick through his pants.
"Sorry, I got carried away but you didn't have to slip me your tongue Roger," she said with a laugh while looking over at him.
"Sorry," he said. "Me slipping you my tongue was just an involuntary reaction."
"My kiss gave you an instant woody," she said laughing again. "It's good to know that you're still sexually attracted to me," she said staying quiet while they walked away from the airport to find their car in the parking lot. "You have your father's big cock, you know," she said unabashedly.
"Gees, Mom, suddenly I'm feel that Debbie Reynolds or Raquel Welch is my mother," he said. "Is your entire extended visit going to be like this?"
"What? What did I do wrong? I kissed my son," she said. "What's the big deal? Get over it."
"You groped my cock Mom," he said while turning to look at his mother in time to see her roll her eyes and shrug.
Maybe it was no big deal to kiss him and to feel his cock through his pants but obviously it was a big deal to him. What he would have loved her to do years ago, when he was alone in his room masturbating over the naked thoughts of her, she was willing to do now. She's already solicited him for sex. She's already admitted that she'd suck his cock and he could lick her pussy. Only, too controlled by the forbidden stigma and incestuous label of having sex with his mother, even though he wanted to experience his mother sexually, he just couldn't go there, not now anyway and not yet.
Roger loaded her suitcases in his car and headed off to his apartment and to the nightlife of Miami with his mother. As soon as he opened his apartment door, there was an invitation to a party. Not unusual there were parties at the complex every weekend. Seldom did he attend, especially now after Janet left him and after he's been working extra hard from home so as not to be the next one to be cut from the company's payroll.
"A party? Can we go? I haven't been to a party in such a long time and--
"Low profile Mom. I'd rather people not know you're here living with me."
"Not here living here with you?" She looked at him as if she was about to cry. "Are you ashamed of me?"
"No, of course not, Mom. How could I ever be ashamed of you? Look at you. You're gorgeous," he said.
And she was. Having a thing for Angie Dickinson when he was a kid, his mother looked a lot like a cross between Angie Dickinson and Tuesday Weld.
"Then, how can I do keep a low profile and still use the pool? Look at that water," she said stepping closer to the window to look down fifteen floors. It's so blue and look at the ocean," she said looking off at the horizon before turning to look at him. She put her finger to her lip before giving him a naughty smile. "Do they have a nude beach?" As if undressing him with her eyes, she gave her son a sexy look.
"Nude beach? They do, but I'd rather you not go to the nude beach mother and if you must go nude bathing, please go without me. Okay? I really rather not see my elderly mother naked," he said with smugness.
"Oh, stop Roger. Don't be such a stick in the mud. It's just skin. We all have the same bodies," she said striking a sexy pose. "What's the big deal?"
"Yeah, but you're my mother."
"Not anymore I am. I'm your sexy, cougar lover. I'm your hot, older girlfriend. I'm your MILF. Meow," she said walking forward to impale her shapely body against her son again. Only, this time, she put his hand on her breast before reaching down and around to grab a handful of his ass.
"Alright. That's enough," he said slow to remove his hand from her big tit. "I can't do this. If you were anyone else, having a sexual relationship with an older woman would be fun but you're my mother, mother."
"You're so uptight. You need to loosen up instead of being the closet pervert that you are."
"I am not a pervert mother, closeted or otherwise," he said defending himself. "How dare you think of me in that vulgar way."
"No? You're not a pervert? Let me ask you this then."
"What?"
He looked at her with impatience. He knew that she was good at twisting his words around to get the meaning that she wanted out of him. She was always putting words in his mouth. He looked at her, stared at her actually, before leering at her. Showing her shapely legs, she looked so hot in her short skirt and low cut top. Even with him knowing that she's sixty-two-years-old, he'd never think she was a senior citizen. Oh, yeah, definitely, she was a mother he'd like to fuck.
"When was the last time you masturbated over me?" Obviously knowing that he still masturbated over her, she let out a sexy laugh.
"Mother really. That's an inappropriate question for a mother to ask her son," he said with feigned indignation.
"Relax Roger. You act as if I'm raping you," she said turning to look out at the pool again. "I'm going for a swim. Do you want to come?"
"No, sorry, I have work to do. I've been working from home lately after they closed the Miami office and kept only the staff they really needed to exist and that's me," he said with a sad laugh.
"Okay, I'm going to change in my bikini?"
"Bikini?" He thought better of what he was about to say but blurted it out anyway. "Aren't you a little old for a bikini Mom? Don't you have a one piece with a cover up?"
"Old? Oh, pooh, you're such a poopie head. I'll have you know that Helen Mirren, the actress who starred in the movie, The Queen, when she played Queen Elizabeth, is five years older than me and she still wears a bikini," she said with a bit of agitation to her voice. "Now which one is my bedroom?"
"Your bedroom is down the hall and to the right. It's a suite. You have your own private bathroom."
She disappeared in her bedroom only to emerge again, this time naked.
"Which of these bikinis should I wear? The red one or the yellow one?"
"Mom! You're naked," he said staring at her trimmed pussy and her big tits.
"Yeah? So? Get over it because being that we're living together, you'll be seeing me naked a lot," she said. "By the way, should I shave off my fur or leave it trimmed," she said running a slow hand over her patch of lawn. "What do you think?"
"Mom, I'm not about to give you my opinion regarding the personal care of your pubic hair. If we're going to live together, we need to have some boundaries. Even though you have a," he said pausing to stare, "fabulously sexy body...have you been working out?"
He stared at her huge breasts that contrasted her flat stomach before looking down at her pubic hair again. Catching himself and looking away before she caught him staring, he had an erection again.
"Yes. I've been running, swimming, and doing Yoga," she said turning side to side while holding in her stomach.
"I don't remember your breasts being so large," he said unable to stop himself from asking her the question. "Did you get implants?"
"Probably because my dress size dropped two sizes. All still natural, mo my tits are all my own," she said cupping her breasts in her hands and lifting them as if offering them to him. "I used to wear bras that flattened my breasts against my body. No one would ever know that I was a D cup," she said looking down at herself. "Do you like my tits?"
"Please go away Mom," he said holding his hand up to his eyes.
"Oh, am I exciting my little boy," she said walking up to him to squish her naked breasts and rub her bit tits against him before reaching down to feel his bulging cock through his pants again.
Imagining he was with Tuesday Weld, but who had a body like Angie Dickinson, unable to control himself, he put his hand around her slim waist. Wanting to reach down and cup her round, sweet ass, he controlled himself from inappropriately touching her. She was his mother and he was her son but if he closed his eyes and imagined he was with someone else, anyone else, he allowed his hand to fall to her ass and squeezed it.
"Please get dressed mother," he said stepping away from her as if she was some prepubescent teenager and jailbait.
He stared after her when she turned to walk from the room. Even her ass looked young. Definitely, if he didn't know better, he'd think she was a forty-something-year-old woman instead of a sixty-two-year-old woman.
That night, while he was sleeping, she came in his room.
"Roger. Are you sleeping?"
"I was. What's wrong?"
"I can't sleep," she said taking a long pause before speaking again. "May I sleep with you?" Without waiting for him to reply, she climbed in bed with him.
"No, gees, Mom. You can't sleep with me. This is too weird," he said. "We can't sleep in the same bed together," he said bunching the sleep up to his neck.
"You used to sleep in my bed all the time," she said with disappointment in her voice.
"I was just a kid Mom. Besides," he reached over to touch her thigh and she pulled him by the wrist and put his hand on her pubic hair. "You're naked," he said pulling his hand away.
"So? I always sleep naked. Be nice to your old mother. I may not be around much longer," she said feigning a cough. "And you're naked too," she said reaching her hand over and putting it on his cock."
"Mother really. This has gone far enough," he said sitting up to get out of bed.
"Please don't go. I'll fall asleep...if I can hold your cock in my hand. This is how I always slept with your father," she said.
"It is? Seriously? You held Dad's cock all night?"
"Just until I fell asleep and he always cupped my breast," she said putting his hand on her breast when he climbed back in bed with her. "Then, just before we fell asleep," she said taking a hold of his cock again, "we'd spoon one another. He'd hold my tit and when we turned the other way, I'd hold his cock."
Pulsating and stiffening, he had an instant erection. Even though he knew it was wrong and even though he had tried to resist her, the naked image of her emerging from her bedroom holding her tiny red and yellow bikini filled his mind with incestuous lust. Already feeling so very horny, he'd give anything for his mother to stroke him right now. He'd love for her to give him a hand job before she slid down to take his erect prick in her mouth and suck him. Only, in the way he's been resisting her, she'd never do that.
"So, let me see if I understand you Mother. If we sleep like this with you holding my cock and me holding your breast, you'll go to sleep?" He looked at her in the dim light. "This isn't some convoluted pretense to have incestuous sex with me?"
"No, of course not. I'd just like to get a good night sleep for once. I haven't slept since your father..." she said beginning to cry.
"It's okay Mom. You can sleep holding my cock and I'll hold your breast. Okay? Even though you're my mother and I'm your son, we're mature adults. I can do this," he said, as if reaching over to take his castor oil, instead of reaching over to cup her breast while she still took possession of his cock. "There," he said taking a big breath of incestuous sexual excitement. "Is that better?"
"Yes, thank you Roger," she said running her finger over the head of his cock. "You're sweet," she said kissing him on the lips and leaving her lips there while, no doubt, waiting for him to explore her mouth with his tongue. When he didn't, she moved away from him. "Thank you for allowing me to hold your penis and for holding my breast."
"You're welcome mother."
They fell as silent as the room was dark and quiet, that is, until Helen broke the silence by speaking again.
"Only, I should warn you."
"Yes? What should you warn me about?" He yawned while stretching and as soon as he did, his cock grew harder and she held him tighter.
"Don't touch my nipple. My nipples are my erogenous zone and are very sensitive," she said.
"Your nipple?" As if her nipple was diseased, he moved his finger as far away as he could from her nipple while still cupping her breast. "I promise I won't touch your nipple Mother. Now go to sleep please," he said.
Only, as any man would with a woman holding his cock while he held her breast, even if that woman was his mother, especially if that woman was his mother, sleeping while having a sexual fantasy of having sex with her, he grew harder. He grew stiffer. He felt his cock pulsating by the mere touch of his mother's hand, the feel of her long, manicured fingers, and the sensation of his hand cupping her big breast.
As soon as she felt her son sleeping, repositioning herself, she moved around in the bed so that his fingers ever so lightly rubbed against her nipple. Instantly, her nipples became erect and hard. Then, when she felt his cock erecting, stiffening, and pulsating, she ever so slowly stroked her son to a harder erection. As soon as he started moving his hips and moaning, she pushed the covers aside and slid her body down to her cock.
Looking up to see if he was still sleeping, when she saw that he was sound asleep, she took him in her mouth. Helen was sucking her own son's cock. A sexual fantasy come true for her, she wondered if she could suck him off without him even knowing she blew him. She wondered if he'd cum in his sleep and cum in her mouth. After she blew him, being that they've already crossed the line with his hand on her tit and his cock in her mouth, she wondered if he'd make love to her before fucking her, really fucking her.
No longer trying to be quiet, not caring is she awakened him, she was really sucking him now. Stroking him faster and harder, she wanted him to cum in her mouth before he awakened. Now or never, she figured that he wouldn't deny her sex if she's already giving him sex. Cupping his balls, while sucking him, she took his cock in her hand again and stroked her faster and harder while taking him in her mouth deeper. He was squirming around the bed again, only this time he surprised her.
"I love you Mommy," he said putting a hand to the back of her head.
When he started humping her mouth and fucking her face, she looked up at him and his eyes were still closed. He was still sleeping. No doubt, encouraged and inspired by his confession that he loved her, she continued stroking and sucking her son until she felt his cock pulsate in her hand and in her mouth. Continuing to pump him harder and faster, he exploded a warm, oozy load of cum in her mouth just he awakened.
"Mother! What the fuck? Are you kidding me? You blew me? You sucked my cock. How could you? How dare you!"
"Don't give me that crap sonny boy. You wanted me just as much as I wanted you," she said. "Moreover, sleeping my ass, you weren't sleeping. You knew I was sucking you."
"I never said any such thing or did anything to make you believe that I wanted you in a sexual way."
"You slipped me your tongue when I kissed you at the airport. You were slow to move your hand away from my breast when I put your hand on my tit in the living room. And you didn't look away when I walked in the room naked. You stared at me as if I was a steak dinner and you were a starving man," she said.
"Mother, I assure you those things are more in your imagination than they are--"
"And you told me that you love me," she said.
"I do love you. Of course I love you. You're my mother but I don't love you in that way that you--
"Just now, while I was sucking your cock and stroking you, you put a hand to the back of my head and said, I love you Mommy."
"I was sleeping," he said.
"Bullshit. Who sleeps through a blowjob? You knew I was sucking your cock. Even though your eyes were closed, I know you were wide awake when I was blowing you because--"
"Okay, okay, so I enjoyed the blowjob you gave me by pretending that you were someone else," he said.
"Pretending that I was someone else? That's insensitive and hurtful," she said suddenly falling quiet. "If you pretended I was someone else when I was blowing you, how about you pretend I'm someone else while you're fucking me," she said mounting him and reaching her hand to down to slide his cock inside of her warm, wet pussy. "Fuck me Roger. Fuck Mommy."
"Oh, my God Mom. No. I can't do this but I want to do this. Your cunt feels so warm and wet. Yes, I love you Mommy. Yes, I want to fuck you. Kiss me," he said.
They French kissed while making love. After he made love to his mother, he fucked his mother and then ate his mother. They spent the day in bed fucking, sucking, and licking.
The rest of the year that she lived with him before finding her own place and a boyfriend, they had sex nearly every day while spending time by the pool and going to parties, not as mother and son but as his sexy cougar and her cub.
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