Capítulo 264: Inspiring Mom (With Son's Help)
byHeyAll©
It was early morning and Andrea sat by the dining table in her ordinary suburban home. But what was on her mind was anything but ordinary.
Her phone was on the table after speaking with her agent and the cup of coffee next to her was starting to cool down. She was in such deep thought that she barely acknowledged the fact that her son had come down the stairs for breakfast.
After he grabbed his breakfast cereal and sat down to eat, Andrea was finally able to say something to him.
"I spoke with my agent a few minutes ago," she said, still in her train of thought. "We had an interesting conversation."
"What about?" he asked, taking a bite of his cereal.
"She suggested that I try writing erotica. As in, erotic stories. Can you believe it?"
For the first time that morning, Andrea was able to crack a small smile. She was thoroughly amused at the sight of her son nearly spitting out his cereal. She knew he'd be shocked, and she tried to make a serious (yet playful) face to show that she really meant it.
"What was your response?" he asked.
"I told her I'd consider it. It might be refreshing to write something different for a change. The market is changing and I have to change with it."
The day before, she sadly had to explain to him that the book sales for her last two novels were in a slump compared to her earlier stories. There was an awkwardness as she broke the news to him that she may have to try a different path.
"So this means you're actually going to do it?" Ben asked weirdly.
Naturally, it was unusual for a mother to be talking about anything sex related, even with a college-aged son.
She squinted her eyes playfully. "You're looking at me like I'm crazy. What's the matter? You don't think I can do it?"
"Of course you can."
"Then are you embarrassed that I would write about sex? Or maybe it would be awkward for you?"
"No. It's not that."
"Then what is it?" she asked.
"It's just that... you're you. I mean, really? No offense, but you don't seem like the type."
"Then who is? Look at all of the erotic authors out there. They're not exactly Hollywood sex symbols. They're writers. Plain old average writers. My point is, anyone can do it."
"That makes sense," Ben acknowledged.
"Does this mean I have your permission to become an erotic author?"
Andrea's voice trailed off at the end, which suggested that she was leading him on with this question.
"You're asking me for permission?"
"Kind of," she replied. "I'm trying to be mindful of my family and friends. I especially don't want to embarrass you in any way."
"It wouldn't embarrass me at all. And it's not like anyone at college knows that my mother is a famous author."
"And if they did?"
He blushed, "If people knew, then I guess I'd be embarrassed."
"Since no one knows, are you okay with it?" she asked with a faint sense of enthusiasm.
"You don't need my permission, mom. Write about whatever you want."
"Thank you. I'm not saying that I'm actually going to do it. It's just an option I'm considering. It might be nice to write about something different. Something new. I don't know, maybe my work was starting to become stale."
"I think you're a great writer."
She smiled, "Your opinion is all that matters."
"My opinion doesn't pay the bills though," he joked.
She gave a playful motherly expression, but deep down, she took this as a challenge. She loved writing challenges. It reminded her of her college days when she prided herself in her creative writing classes on being able to make anything.
But at the same time, she wondered how Ben would react reading her erotic work, if she decided to actually do it. Ben always read her work. And if she decided to go all in, then all her private thoughts and fantasies would be known to the world.
***
For the next few days, Andrea wrestled with her decision. Her latest sales figures were okay, but nothing like her debut novel, which was lucky enough to have been placed on shelves in Target and other major retailers.
She compared that the market analysis she got from her publisher, which showed that erotica novels were on a rise. Soccer moms especially were eating it up. And women are the primary purchasers of all books.
Once she made up her mind, she was unstoppable.
Days passed. Then weeks. Andrea was in full work mode. Normally, when her son came home from his college classes, she'd be eager to show him her latest plot points or scenes. She loved his positive feedback (whether he actually meant it or not) and she appreciated the advice he was sometimes able to give.
This time, her work was in full lockdown. Aside from her agent and a few key people at the publishing office, no one knew anything. She also kept her more than 850,000 twitter followers in the dark about her latest novel, and she was someone who always enjoyed having a causal connection with her readers.
One afternoon, while standing in the kitchen, she gazed through the backyard window holding a cup of coffee. It was something she did when she needed a break or was struggling with certain plot points.
"This is harder than I expected," she said, still facing the window when she had heard her son coming down the stairs towards her direction.
Ben opened the refrigerator for some juice. "What do you mean?"
"Writing great sex scenes," she said, turning towards his direction. "I'm about to hit my first one. Gosh it's hard."
Andrea was mildly amused watching Ben slowly close the refrigerator door, forgetting about his juice. Apparently he wasn't thirsty anymore.
"It can't be that hard," he said. "Just do what you normally do. It's all about imagination, right?"
"Yeah, but I like to put myself in the shoes of the character. That's when I do my best writing. It's more realistic and riveting that way. With erotica, gosh, I'm not that kind of person."
He shrugged. "Well I guess it's not for everyone to write."
"Are you saying I should quit?"
Andrea sharpened her gaze. Her competitive side was coming out and she dared her son to challenge her.
"That's not what I'm saying," he replied smoothly. "I meant that some topics are harder to write than others."
She nodded. "Which is true. I guess my point is that I have a mental barrier at the thought of everyone being able to read my... you know... inner thoughts. Thoughts which no one should know, frankly."
"I'd be embarrassed as hell if I had to write anything like that. Are you actually going to continue this?"
"The publishers think it's a great step for my career and they've already placed a release date for this story."
"Anything I could do to help?" he asked passively.
She couldn't help but give her son a strange look. A light bulb switched on in her head. It may not have been the best of ideas, but it was an idea nonetheless. Maybe, it was even a brilliant idea.
"Are you actually interested in helping?" Andrea asked lovingly. "I don't want to bother you. I know you're busy with college and everything. But I promise it'll be super quick."
With her excitement, there was no way for Ben to refuse.
"Mom, of course I'll help you. What kind of person do you think I am?"
She smiled, "Great! I may have to accept your offer. But not yet. I'll think of something though."
Oddly, it was the most excited she felt about her new book since she first began writing it. Now that her son was involved, she'd have plenty of inspiration for all the sexy parts she needed to write.
***
Saturday morning. Andrea felt like a hunter setting a trap for her prey, the way she was waiting for her son. She heard his footsteps coming down the stairs and she was ready to put him to work.
"Right on time," she said happily. "Everything is freshly prepared."
"What's the occasion?" he asked, still a bit sleepy.
She pretended to be offended. "Can't I do anything nice for you without there being a condition?"
"Sorry. This looks great."
"Have a seat. I'll serve you."
They sat down and ate together. Andrea stuck to the plan of spoiling her son that morning, and Ben seemed to appreciate every second of it, as he enjoyed the food and all the service from his mother.
When he leaned back in the chair, content with everything, it was Andrea's chance to find some inspiration.
"About that favor you offered," she said calmly. "Do you think you can help me after this?"
"Of course."
She smiled, "Perfect. I'll clean the dishes and I'll meet you in the living room in about 15 minutes. I need to get some stuff organized first. Okay?"
"Sure thing."
Andrea cleaned everything up and went to the living room where her son had been waiting. The anticipation was growing within her. Would this work? Was this even appropriate? As Ben turned off the tv, she was about to find out.
"Stand up," she said excitedly, with her hands on her hips.
Ben stood up and realized that this was serious business.
"You got it."
"My writing style is very sensory," she stated. "I need to dig into the details so I can conjure up the right words and sentences. I've never told anyone this, but for my first novel, I did a lot of roleplaying with my ex-boyfriend. That's why it was a hit-- the little details made it captivating. Now that I'm single, you'll have to take that place."
He was taken aback. "I don't get it. What exactly do you want me to do?"
"Nothing really. Just stand here and let me touch you. Is that okay?"
He was even more taken aback. "I still don't get it."
"It's hard for me to explain, but in order for me to write detailed descriptions, I need the right feelings of hardcore passion. That's where you come in."
His eyes suddenly widened. "Oh..."
"That came out totally wrong," she laughed. "Relax. I'm not going to have sex with you. All I need is for you to stand still. That's all."
"Oh. Okay."
"Think of me as a method actor. The more I inhabit the characters, the more I can write their feelings. Does that make sense at all?"
He nodded. "Do whatever you want. As long as it makes for a great story."
"It'll be a killer story, and hopefully, a big hit too. Now hold still."
Andrea thought for a moment. She analyzed her son's body and contemplated where to attack.
Finally, she settled on a plan. She stood behind him and placed her soft hands on his back. She gave him a back rub over his tshirt. Then she hugged him, softly at first, then she gave a tight squeeze.
Her breasts were pressed against her son's back and she felt stimulated by it. Her nipples turned hard and she wondered if he noticed that. She also wondered if this would be giving him an erection, but she pushed those unnecessary thoughts away. This was work (which just so happened to feel good).
"Thank you," she whispered in his ear. "Now I've got the inspiration I need... for now"
As a reward, she gave him a kiss on the cheek after letting go of him.
"I'm glad I could help," he replied, turning around to face her.
As they faced each other, strangely, Ben's eyes drifted down to her chest. Maybe he enjoyed this a little too much, she thought to herself.
She thanked him again and went straight to her room to start typing away on her computer. Before she sat down, she glanced at her reflection in the full-length mirror.
Her nipples were hard and poking through her top. Had her own son been checking her out? Yes. Of course he was. And that feeling sent a tingling sensation inside of her vagina.
***
The week had passed and Andrea didn't ask for 'assistance' again. She didn't need it anymore.
But as the story progressed and the scenes needed to be more explicit, she began to rethink things, especially as her new editor (who had a wealth of experience in the erotica novel industry) had been asking for more 'heat.'
So, she had to do what she had to do. In her thin sweater and sweatpants, she walked barefoot down to the living room where her son was watching tv.
She sat next to him on the couch.
"Anything interesting?" she asked, with her eyes on the tv.
"The original Halloween movie from John Carpenter. I'm watching this before I check out the new one in the theater."
A horror scene happened and Andrea turned her head away. This was never something she was interested in.
"Can you watch later?" she asked. "Thankfully I didn't come here to watch tv with you. I just got off the phone with my new editor."
Those words quickly grabbed his attention.
He paused the movie. "Oh yeah? Anything new?"
"I emailed her all of the work I've done so far. She loves it. The publishers and my agent love it too."
"Wow. That's great!"
She suddenly looked coy. "There's good news and bad news."
"What's the good news?" he said.
"Well, the good news is that the publishers love my work so much, that they want more of it. They're even asking me to write short erotic stories for an upcoming compilation book that they're putting together."
"And the bad news?" he said again.
"I'm running low on steam," she stated. "It's easy to write one sex scene, maybe even two. But to write several and to keep them fresh, it's a challenge."
It was obvious that she wanted 'inspiration' again. She gave him a surefire cue in her tone, and she was certain he'd pick it up. He always understood what she wanted. That's why they got along so well.
"What are you saying?" he asked, playing coy.
She flashed a helpless and feminine look. "I was hoping you could do me another favor and be my assistant again. Are you up for it?"
"Only if you need me too."
She smiled, "You're my new good-luck charm. Seriously, you're like a good-luck genie that I can rub and wonderful things happen. I think we'll need to do it again."
"Whatever helps. I'm a great genie, I guess."
"Perfect. Now turn off the tv and we'll get to work."
When the tv was turned off, she stood up and pulled her sweater off. She was wearing a blue tshirt without a bra underneath. The shape of her breasts were visible, but her nipples were still soft.
She also grabbed a yellow notepad and pen from the living room table. She wanted to be extra prepared this time.
"I'm ready now," she smiled, putting the notepad down on the couch.
He stood up and they were face-to-face.
"Same position?" he asked.
"If you don't mind, I want something a little more risque this time."
"No problem."
"Are you sure you don't mind? I feel bad for doing this to you."
"It's no problem," he reassured.
She smiled, "Great. I'll hug you from the front this time. We'll hold the position for a while until I start thinking of ways to describe it. Then I'll write down whatever comes to mind. Sound okay?"
"That sounds like a plan."
Andrea took a step forward and she slowly put her hands around him. They were no strangers to hugs. They hugged all the time. But this was much more intimate. She did everything slowly. This was a braless hug, in only a small tshirt. Given that this was work, she put herself in the shoes of the character she was writing and she wanted to take full advantage of the moment.
She pressed her breasts against her son's chest. She held him tight and caressed his back with her hands. Her breasts were firmly rubbing against his chest. She pressed her face against him too. She was becoming aroused and her hands kept on rubbing.
Suddenly she stopped and released the hug. Then she quickly went to her notepad and scribbled down a bunch of her thoughts as fast as she possibly could. It was almost like a race.
"Perfect," she said to herself with a sense of satisfaction.
"Did you get what you wanted?"
"Almost. I think we can do a little more today so I won't have to bother you again later."
"That makes sense," he replied, going along with anything.
Andrea approached him again and gave him another big hug. She could tell that her son seemed eager to continue by holding his arms wide open. This time, she rubbed her face against his chest.
Her body slowly moved, side to side. Her breasts held firm. Her face continued to rub.
When she continued moving around, the top of her thigh brushed against his crotch. Was that what she thought it was? She felt it! It must have been an erection. It had to have been. To be sure, she lifted her leg to her son's crotch for an extra feel.
She lifted her face and looked at him straight in the eyes. She knew he was humiliated. If these conflicting emotions helped to inspire her story, then was this a success? She wondered.
"I think we've done enough for today," she said, leaning back.
"Oh... ummm... sorry about that."
"You have nothing to be sorry for. Thanks again. You've been such a big help."
When she took a step back, Andrea noticed her son's eyes briefly glance down at her chest, just like last time. At that very moment, Andrea knew that her nipples were hard again and she quickly grabbed her sweater to cover her chest with.
She thanked him again and went back to her room.
***
Dinner was mostly quiet that night. Being a merciful woman, Andrea didn't bother to bring up the session that day. There was no need to humiliate him. Erections are natural.
"My writing went well today," she said before taking another bite of her food.
"That's great."
"I couldn't have done it without you. You did an excellent job as my helper. Really, you did."
In a way, her response felt like she was being patronizing towards him because he had an erection during their artistic encounter. She didn't mean to, but it came across that way.
"Sorry about that," he said. "It was an accident. Can you really blame me?"
"What are you talking about?" she asked with a puzzled expression.
"Oh, never mind."
"Tell me," she insisted.
"You know, earlier when we hugged. Before you left..."
A slight grin appeared on her face. "That's perfectly natural. Don't worry about it. I've been to plenty of nude art classes and I've seen a bunch of men get erections while they were posing. It just means you're a healthy young man."
"Yeah but... you're... you're..."
"I'm your mother?" she smiled. "Is that what you're trying to say? Are you ashamed because I made you stiff as a board?"
"God, this is embarrassing."
"I like that we're being honest."
"I'm sure you do."
She paused and thought for a moment. "Look, I haven't been totally honest with you. Remember I said that I'm going to be writing a short story for a compilation book? I've told you it's an erotic story, and it is. But I didn't tell you what kind of erotic story it is."
"I didn't even know that there are differences."
"There are. I was asked to write a taboo story, and I accepted the offer. Do you know what taboo refers to, in today's porn world? I'm sure you do. It's all over the internet now. Mainstream porn too."
"It means incest," he answered.
She shrugged. "Yep. So I've been working on that lately. I've turned into a taboo writer, sadly. But I'll be using a pseudonym for that, so we'll be spared the shame of it."
Andrea noticed a strange reaction from her son. He didn't freak out, but he seemed way too interested.
"How's it coming along?" he asked.
"Better than I expected," she slightly nodded. "It took some time getting used to. But when we hugged, the feelings came through and I knew exactly how to write it."
"You were actually aroused?" he asked bluntly, before immediately regretting it.
Her eyes sharpened. "It's part of my job. I try to inhabit the minds of my characters so I can properly write their feelings."
"I could tell. You were poking out hard, it nearly ripped your tshirt."
She looked thoroughly mortified. "It was that noticeable?"
"They were pretty big."
She shrugged at the notion of her big nipples. "Family genes in the female department. We shouldn't be talking about this."
"Does that mean we won't... you know... be doing that anymore?"
"I didn't say that. I may need your help again if I get stuck in another rut. We'll see how everything goes."
With that said, she returned to eating. She genuinely had no clue what would happen next in her purpose of good erotica. But deep down, if she were being honest with herself, it was all very exciting.
***
Another week had passed. Andrea continued working on her writings and Ben continued his college courses. Life went on as usual.
On a Friday night, Andrea felt it was time to get some fresh feedback from a new pair of eyes. Her go-to person had always been her son, but now, could she really show this to him?
Ben was going to see her writings anyway. So it might as well be on her terms. But still, it was far too unusual to have him sit in her room to read it. She decided on the next best thing, which was to email it to him.
It was close to bedtime and she knew that her son always stayed up late. She composed an email and attached a number of files to it. Now, her son would know all of her naughty fantasies and thoughts.
The taboo stories were fairly quick reads, so he'd probably be able to finish checking those out tonight. The stories were written from the mom's perspective and were incredibly detailed. She also based those stories on her own relationship with her son. Ben would soon be finding that out.
She clicked 'send' and she knew that their relationship would change forever. All of her thoughts were now in the open with her son. She slid under her blanket, turned the lights off, and her right hand slipped beneath her panties.
***
The next morning, Andrea prepared a large breakfast. She greeted him with a loving smile the moment she saw him. He did the same in return. They ate together as if nothing was out of the ordinary. When they finished, she finally made the big proposal:
"I need your help again," she said bluntly. "No promises, but it might be the last time. Are you interested?"
"Anything to help, as long as you keep treating me so special."
She winked. "I'm glad. I was afraid you'd turn me down."
"Why would I do that?"
"Because of the bad experience before."
"I wouldn't call that a bad experience," he clarified. "Just an embarrassing one."
She smiled, "Did you read the material I emailed you last night?"
"There was a lot, but I read as much as I could."
"What did you think?"
"The short one was really good. I'm assuming that's the one you need inspiration for."
She nodded. "It's a very tricky subject. And it's extremely taboo. I want to get it right. I want to get the feelings right. I'm trying to write a story about a conflicted woman. In order to do that, I'll need to step into those shoes."
"I'd probably be a straight-A student if I had your dedication," he joked to lighten the mood. "I'd love to help. Whatever you need, I'll do it."
"How far are you willing to go?" she asked with a sudden shyness.
There was an awkward pause for a brief moment. The look in her eyes showed the passion and dedication to her work. She was willing to go as far as it took.
"It's up to you," he replied hesitantly.
"Look, you don't have to do anything you aren't comfortable with. I have a performance art background. I used to do plays and art shows when I was in college. So it's different for me. If you're uncomfortable, promise to let me know. Okay?"
He nodded. "Okay mom."
***
They met in the living room again. This time, Andrea showed up in a cute little tshirt, sweatpants, and her hair was tied in a ponytail. She also held a notepad in one hand, and a piece of cloth in her other hand. She looked like a woman who was ready for action. And once again, she was braless.
"You look great," he noted, eyeing her over.
"Thanks. I feel great, too."
They were both standing and she started folding the cloth in her hand.
"What's that for?" he asked.
"I'm going to blindfold you," she casually replied. "I don't want you to see certain things."
"Blindfold me? Do you really need to do that?"
"Yes. You said you were willing to do whatever I wanted. Well, this is what I want."
"Why?"
She looked him straight in the eyes. "Because I don't want you to see my tits. That's why."
Andrea giggled at her son's reaction, as his jaw nearly hit the floor.
"You're taking them out?" he asked clumsily.
"Don't worry about it. You aren't going to see them. Just do what I say."
She stood in front of him with the folded cloth in her hand, and she used it to cover his eyes. Then she tied it behind his head. Ben couldn't see a thing.
With her son's vision completely obscured, she pulled her tshirt right off. She wondered if he'd try to peek, but she had tied the blindfold very well. It felt strangely liberating to be topless in front of him. She wondered just how desperate he was for a look.
"Are you ready?" she asked.
"Yes," he replied.
Andrea grabbed his right hand and brought it to her chest. She made sure that Ben's open palm was placed over her bare breast. She accidentally gasped as her soft breast was being groped. Her nipples turned hard.
"Move your hand around," she said, keeping herself composed. "Explore me."
Andrea was surprised when her son rubbed and tweaked her nipple. He pinched it gently too, before cupping it whole with his hand.
While she was being groped, she looked down for any sign of life. She noticed her son was now sporting a healthy bulge in the front of his shorts.
For the next stage of the plan, she reached down and touched her son's erection through his shorts. She rubbed it. Then she grabbed it tight. It became even stiffer in her hand.
Before they could progress, Andrea suddenly stopped. She released her hold of his cock, and Ben lost the grip of her breast when she stepped back. She scribbled a bunch of notes on the notepad at a rapid pace. A flood of naughty new feelings came over her. Perfect for her inspiration.
Then she put her tshirt back on.
She untied the blindfold and they got to see each other. She tried to suppress the giddy look on her face, but it must have been obvious. There was a gleam in her eyes as she had become totally aroused from this.
When she noticed Ben's eyes drifting down, she knew that her nipples were completely hard and poking through her tshirt again.
"What's the matter?" she teased, waver her chest side to side. "See something you like?"
He blushed, "Kind of."
"You're the best," she smiled.
***
Late that night. Andrea emailed her son the latest version of her incest story. It contained all of the things they had done earlier that day. It told the story of a son who touched his mother's breasts, and a mother who touched her son's erection in return. It contained a lot of sensory and emotional details, which Andrea felt during their encounter earlier.
She wondered how Ben would react knowing her thoughts and feelings. She wondered if he'd masturbate after reading it.
When the next morning came, Andrea knew she'd get her answer soon. At the breakfast table, she sat there wearing a simple white robe as she read the newspaper. She was drinking a cup of coffee and her legs were crossed, with one foot pointed out to the side. It was a sexy sight for any man to see.
It was rare that she would step out of her bedroom wearing only a robe. She normally liked to be dressed appropriately. But today would be an exception to that rule.
Her robe was only loosely tied. When he came down to eat, she knew that he almost saw the middle of her chest.
"I read the stuff you wrote last night," he said after sitting down to eat.
She put the newspaper down. "And?"
"I thought it was great. You're a really talented writer."
"Thank you. I try my best."
"Seriously, it was great. I could tell you put a lot of thought into it. You really inhabited the main character."
"That's always my goal."
Andrea leaned back in her chair and continued reading the newspaper. Her legs were still crossed and her body was turned to the side. Her loosely tied robe opened a little bit. More of her chest was showing. That was the plan.
Through the corner of her eye, she noticed her son taking little peeks. She took another sip of her coffee and her robe opened a bit further.
"You're doing this on purpose," he said. "Aren't you?"
She put the newspaper down. "What are you talking about?"
"Your robe."
She looked down at her opening robe, and then she adjusted it, closing it tightly.
"Oh, thanks for the warning," she said. "That was a close call."
"Did you like having me look at you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Nevermind," he replied. "I shouldn't have said anything."
She paused for a moment. "I'll answer your question on one condition."
"Sure."
"I want to know if you enjoyed looking at me just now. And yesterday? Did you enjoy that too?"
"Yes," he admitted. "Were you showing me on purpose? Was it for your story?"
"It's for my story. But I also enjoy it. It's fun being desired. I miss that feeling."
Andrea was becoming aroused, and she could tell her son was feeling the same thing.
"Which part did you like the most?" he asked.
"Having you touch my breast yesterday. And you?"
He smiled, "They felt nice."
She slightly nodded. "Look, I know this has been a strange experience for us. I would never ask you to do something that would make you uncomfortable. And I would never jeopardize our relationship for the sake of a story. If you want to put an end to this, I would understand."
"When I told you that I'd help, I meant it. And I always keep a promise."
"No matter what?" she asked with an eyebrow raised.
"No matter what."
Andrea stood up in front of her son, who leaned back in his chair, not knowing what to expect. Suddenly, breakfast was the last thing on their minds.
Before he could wonder what was going on, Andrea opened her white robe. She wore panties, but nothing else. Her breasts were bare and they were close to his face. They were average sized and they sagged a normal amount for her age. Her nipples were large. They were thick and poking out from her arousal. They were a shade of dark pink.
"Touch them," she said.
Ben, as it turned out, didn't need to be told twice. He reached up with both hands and cupped both breasts. They were soft and reflected her age. He played with both of her nipples, pinching them and making them even harder.
She reached down with one hand and squeezed his ever-growing erection through his shorts.
"How about a little extra?" she asked flirtatiously. "I have a new scene I want to write today."
"Only if we can do more than just touching."
"Done."
Andrea got down on her knees, which released the hold he had on her breasts. She pulled the front of his shorts down. She looked at her son's exposed cock for a moment. This was partly for her work, and party for her own personal satisfaction.
She rubbed the bare cock with her hands and it twitched. Before she could get used to the feeling of rubbing her son, she bent her head down and took his cock inside of her mouth.
When it became swollen, she immediately went to work sucking on it and bobbing her head. She looked up and saw disbelief in Ben's eyes. His reaction only made her suck harder. She knew that her mouth felt amazing and worked wonders. It was a gift she had. She was an expert cock sucker. Only now, her son knew about it. Her mouth was warm and wet. Her tongue licked circles around the head of his cock. Her lips were wrapped tightly around his shaft as her head bobbed. One of her hands stroked his shaft. Her other hand caressed his balls.
When he moaned, she suddenly stopped.
"Do you want to cum?" she asked, releasing her hold of him.
"Of course I do."
"Then come to my room in a few minutes."
With that said, Andrea stood up and closed her robe. She took her cup of coffee and headed up the stairs.
***
She sat in her bedroom and typed away on her computer. Her robe was on the bed and she sat there naked except for her panties. She continued typing, even as she heard Ben entering her room. Nonetheless, she didn't want to lose her focus as her fingers worked furiously on the keyboard.
Ben reached down and cupped both of her breasts as she continued to type.
"You must really like my breasts," she said, with her eyes still on the computer, and her fingers still typing.
"They're amazing, but you already knew that."
Andrea suddenly stopped typing and stood up. She turned towards him so that they were face-to-face.
"Do you really want this?" she asked, looking him in the eyes. "You realize that things will never be the same again, right?"
"I know."
She grabbed him by the neck and kissed him on the lips. They kissed each other passionately. They gave each other a wet tongue kiss. Their lips and mouths were intertwined and it felt wonderful.
She ended the kiss and they looked in each other's eyes again.
"What now?" he asked.
"Follow my lead."
She went to her bed and laid on her back. Her feet were pointed towards him and her legs were wide open. It was a clear signal for what she wanted her son to do to her.
Catching her cue, Ben pulled off her panties and threw them to the floor. Andrea opened her legs further to show off her beautiful pussy. Her labia was thick and it was almost shaped like a butterfly. It flared around the sides. It was a dark shade of brown, which was in sharp contrast to the pinkness of her pussy. She was dripping wet. She was soaked. It was obvious that she was incredibly aroused from everything they had been doing. Her gorgeous pussy ached for her son.
"Do you like it?" she asked.
"I love it."
"Then own it," she said. "It's all yours."
She enjoyed feeling Ben's hands on the outer layer of her labia. Then he gave the outside of her pussy a kiss, then a few more. He took each side of her labia in his mouth and sucked them.
It made Andrea moan. That was her way of expressing her approval. She kept on moaning as her son kept on sucking. When he pushed his tongue deep inside of her pussy, tasting her warm and delicious fluids, she moaned even louder. When his tongue went up and down her pussy and around her swollen clitoris, she cried.
"I want you inside me," she said, with her voice filled with lust. "Take me."
She didn't need to ask twice. Her son stood up and pulled his tshirt and shorts off so that they were both naked. He got between her legs and guided his cock towards her pussy. After a soft thrust, he was inside. Andrea's pussy was so wet with arousal that slipping in was easy. She felt warm and inviting. Her pussy was drenched in fluids. They held hands and looked each other in the eyes as they began to have sex.
"You feel so good," he said.
Andrea smiled her approval. It was incredibly perverse the way she enjoyed her son's sexual attention so much. At her age, she was able to drive him crazy. She loved the way that her son appreciated her soft skin, pussy, and everything about her. She was glad that her son knew how to appreciate an older woman. And more importantly, that he knew how to appreciate his own mother.
They looked at each other closely. They were only centimeters apart as they were having hot passionate sex with each other, and he was thrusting his hard cock in her.
She winked playfully, "I can't believe this is happening... My own son..."
While she was smiling and moaning, she enjoyed that Ben was observing the facial expressions she was making. She wasn't wearing any cosmetics. Ben was looking at her natural skin up close. Every wrinkle on her face was on full display, which he thought was really sexy. The harder he fucked her, the more her eyebrows started to shift around. Her eyelids flickered as well. Her cute little nose wiggled around slightly. Her lips quivered. It was a surreal sight for Ben to see his proper mother with a face full of lust.
It made her feel so desired.
"Wait until you read my work tonight," she joked in between moans. "It'll be something special."
He laughed while fucking her. "I bet... God, you feel fucking amazing."
"I'm going to cum all over your dick."
Before long, as he continued to pump his cock into her, her face changed to show her impending orgasm. Her lips quivered even faster. Her eyes widened like she was in shock. It was as if she couldn't believe that her son was actually fucking her. Her back suddenly arched. Her hands held him tightly, with a strength she never knew she had. She screamed at the top of her lungs.
She came, and the facial expression she made showed just how life changingly good it was.
"Can I cum in your pussy?" he huffed.
"Anywhere you want," she moaned. "My pussy belongs to you now."
Ben came deep inside of her. He grunted. He shot several loads of cum in the pussy that now belonged to him, until he was completely spent and exhausted.
When it was over, he laid on top of his mother's naked body. They were both breathing heavily. They could feel sweat on each other's skin.
"I had no idea you were such a stud," she joked, breathing hard.
"Neither did I," he joked back.
"Excuse me for a second."
Andrea pushed him away and she rushed to the computer. She sat down and typed fast. Faster than she had ever typed before.
Her son's cum started to leak from inside of her. She couldn't be bothered to clean it up. Not at that moment. It would only break her concentration.
Instead, she just crossed her legs and held it in. She'd clean it later. Plus it felt nice having her son's cum resting inside of her.
*****
Many months later. Andrea sat in front of her dresser wearing a classy black dress. Her hair was nicely done and she was putting the finishing touches on her makeup. She was headed to a book signing to celebrate the release of her first erotic novel.
"You look nice," he said, walking up behind her.
Andrea continued putting the final touches on her elegant appearance.
"That's it? Just nice?"
"Utterly and completely fuckable. Every man in the room is going to want you. Is that better?"
"Much better," she smiled. "It's too bad for them that I only belong to you. Speaking of which, I'm so proud of the work we've done together. If the people tonight only knew..."
He bent down and kissed her on the shoulder as he rubbed her arms. Then he kissed her neck, and then the side of her cheek. She continued looking at herself in the mirror, while he was fondling her from behind.
"You did all of the work," he said in between kisses.
"Watch the makeup. I don't want to re-apply it. And I don't think you want it on your lips either."
"Isn't there something we could do?" he asked suggestively.
She brought his hands to her breasts. "There's always something for us."
Ben's hands fondled and squeezed her breasts as she continued to look herself in the mirror. They both looked at her reflection in the mirror and they could both see that she was getting aroused. Her emotions were always easy to interpret. Anytime she wanted to be fucked, she'd always have that gleam in her eyes, along with her upper lip curling with a deviant smile.
"Don't wrinkle my dress," she said, standing up and bending over, putting her hands on the dresser table.
Ben moved the seat away and stood behind her. The only thing Andrea could do was look at herself closely in the mirror and wonder how crazy her life had gotten. All she wanted to do in life was write books for a living. And now, only an hour away from her latest book release party, her son was lifting her sleek black dress and pulling her panties down.
When her son put two fingers inside of her, feeling her wetness, she moaned while looking at her own reflection. Ben was looking at her reflection too. He always loved her dirty reactions.
Time was of the essence and things had to be quick. They both knew that she was a punctual woman and that party had a lot of people who were key to her success, including her agent, editor, and a bunch of people from the publisher's office. She needed to leave soon.
Ben was able to enter easily, thanks to her wetness and arousal. He squeezed her hips and pushed. Then again. Each thrust was powerful and fast. Their sexual appetites were still strong after all these months. Andrea's mouth was wide open as she moaned from being fucked. Her body jerked back and forth from each thrust. Her fingers clenched the edges of the dresser table.
Her body bounced so much that her tits started spilling out of her dress, and Ben was treated to a good look at her giant pink nipples in the mirror. The harder they fucked, the more her tits came out. He always enjoyed seeing her sagging breasts sway during sex.
"Ready to give me a gift for the party?" she said in a low voice.
"A wet, messy one, mom."
Being called 'mom' during their sex fuck sessions was always a turn-on. In fact, it even became a staple of her taboo erotica. It also edged her closer to an orgasm as she was listening to her son grunting from behind. The thrusts came faster and faster.
True to his word, Ben deposited a real mess inside of his mother. It made Andrea smile towards the mirror. Her face contorted when she came at the same time. Her mouth was wide open and her eyes nearly rolled back. She always had the best orgasm faces and her son never got tired of seeing it. She looked particularly erotic given how well she dolled herself up for the night.
As always, it took them a moment to recover from their sexual encounter. It felt so good, her body was nearly trembling. Andrea stood up straight, which pulled his wet flaccid cock out of her pussy.
She grabbed two pieces of tissue and used it to wipe his cock clean. Then she grabbed more tissue and wiped between her legs. Then she pulled her panties up.
"I need to go," she said, breathing a little heavy. "I wouldn't want to be late."
"You're not going to wash up?"
"Why would I?" she said suggestively, with an eyebrow raised.
"You're so bad," he smiled.
She smiled back and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Let's just hope that no one is able to smell your cum inside of me. We can have sex again when I come home. After all, you're my inspiration."
Andrea made sure her panties were in place and she smoothed her dress with her hands. She had some important people to meet and she needed to look presentable and dignified. Not like a woman who had just been fucked by her own son.
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