บท 103: Boy and his mom
A boy realizes his feelings for his single mother. It's the same old story! But wait, what's his neighbor doing?
Disclaimer: This is a fictional story, etc. etc.
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Nicole Burke was an average girl - most people considered the blonde's most memorable feature to be her gentle, angelic face.
During college, she fell for a much older widower she frequently saw at the pub and, despite birth control, became pregnant at age 19. Shortly after she gave birth to their son Cody, her husband died in a freak industrial accident.
She began the difficult life of a single mother. Her parents had disowned her for the pregnancy, and her in-laws cut off all contact with her, considering her unlucky. She considered herself blessed that she still had the house. Her neighbor Zoe was a stay-home mom and gave her valuable childcare advice, and occasionally helped babysit Cody while Nicole worked part time.
Cody, to his mother's immense relief, was a pleasant child. He wasn't fussy, and from a young age knew of his mother's hardships and demanded little. Growing up, he frequently visited the Harts (the neighbors) - studying, doing odd jobs, playing video games or using their home gym.
Eventually, puberty came for Cody and he began showing an interest in girls. There were some pretty ones around, and he came while masturbating to them, but none struck him as proper girlfriend material. He never brought a girl home, and Nicole even jokingly asked whether he was gay.
Then a dream soon after his 18th birthday changed his life forever.
It was his first ever wet dream of his beloved mother, and he came from his strongest orgasm ever from the imaginary blowjob. After that, he started paying more attention to her and reflecting on their time together.
They were physically comfortable and quite open with each other. No, they were not nudists, but in the hotter days of summer, they thought nothing of wearing less at home. Cody would go topless, and Nicole would wear a sports bra for her D-cups (they never shrunk down to her original B-cups even after Cody stopped breastfeeding) and loose-fitting shorts.
Cody's scholarships helped their finances greatly, and Nicole moved towards working the stock market at home and less part time work. This meant that Nicole was a lot less frazzled and spent more time at home. Cody enjoyed watching his mother put her tight and flexible body through yoga poses.
After several sessions of jerking off exclusively to his mother, without any change in his attraction for her, Cody accepted that it was not lust but love. He was not sure how she felt in return, but after browsing erotica and forums, he concluded that there was a good chance that most mothers either lusted for their son or could be won over in time. He promised himself to be her partner.
/ / /
Nicole could not pinpoint a single incident or date, but she felt that Cody's attitude had changed somehow - he had a different sort of air to him.
It was not something as obvious as drugs or smoking.
He was home more often, obviously skipping lessons, but still hung out with his friends and kept excellent grades. The college did not raise any issues about him, so she did not think he was being bullied.
He was becoming either more frequent or more careless with his masturbation (of course she knew he watched porn and jerked off, she was his mother, and not computer illiterate.) He used tissues less often, but her socks and yoga pants in the laundry basket were almost always crusty and smelt of cum. Unless he was renting those out, it could only be her son's cum.
Their accidental light touches around the house seemed a little strange and more frequent.
Then things got weirder. The cum-filled tissues in Cody's dustbin stopped appearing and instead, her bras and panties became his obvious cum-rag victims.
When Nicole dusted his table and moved the mouse, the screensaver would invariably stop and reveal incest erotica, or MILF or incest porn, paused on the screen. Cody pretended never to notice, even if he was right in the room as it happened.
They had a long tradition of a goodbye or welcome kiss for each other on the cheek, but they became quick pecks on the lips.
After some time, just as Nicole thought things had stabilized, things progressed even further and she knew for certain that Cody was declaring his attraction for her. Using her clothes to jerk off was understandable, if you considered that hers were the only female clothes around. The porn was fairly normal, and he might have been too horrified to react to her discovery. But now there was no more room for misunderstanding.
He kept a digital photo frame filled with photos of her. Some were from her Facebook, going back even to her teenage years; some were copies of her wedding and other photo albums; some she had never seen before and were taken at home, of her doing chores or yoga. The stink and stains of cum on the device were unmistakable.
Their innocent kisses of greeting were definitely not normal anymore. Although they were still just a touching of lips, they lasted longer and the pair would kiss one or two more times before breaking off. Cody started putting his arms around her waist to hold her closer, and his hands inched dangerously lower to rest on her butt, over her clothes.
Nicole was not an idiot. She knew Cody had not-very-son-like feelings for her. While she was past 38 years old and not supermodel material, she knew she was busty and attractive. She was also not a saint free of sexual desires. It had been years since she had slept with a man - after a few rounds of unsatisfactory sex, she had completely stuck to pleasuring herself.
After years of living with Cody and his recent increased attention, it should come as a surprise that he had never actually caught his mother masturbating.
Nicole had a very healthy sex drive and after grieving for her late husband early on, masturbated nearly every day, sometimes two to three times a day. It was a suffocating compulsion that left her mind hazy and body aching, and she had to relieve it to be able to get any work done.
Cody had never witnessed his mother pleasuring herself because she learned to be extremely quiet and to stifle her moans, and tended to masturbate when he was not home or she was alone. Having not had a girlfriend, he did not recognize the musky odor of a woman's arousal which lingered around the house.
That said, after her epiphany about Cody's lust, Nicole, out of curiosity, tried fingering herself while imagining her son a few times. It worked, it was amazing and it was even more explosive when she did it while wearing underwear stained with his cum and she held more of his crusted seed to her face to smell and lick.
And each time, after she came down from the orgasm, she would feel guilty, ashamed and conflicted. This man was without a doubt her flesh and blood son, yet she was aroused by him as a woman. Was she simply craving sex and resorting to the closest male around? Had she failed as a mother, spending so little time bonding with him as a child that her mind and body now recognized him as a mate instead of family?
/ / /
One morning, Cody was about to leave for school and Nicole was at the doorway seeing him off, in a black sports bra and gray track pants. It was one of those days. She had woken up late and horny, and had been too busy making breakfast to masturbate. It was getting seriously uncomfortable and she wanted, no needed, Cody out of the house soon so she could have some me-time, although she did not voice it.
They were right at the front door now. Heck, maybe once he was out the gates proper, she would lock the door, lean back against it and finger herself right there. That was a good idea. She could leak and squirt to hell and back, and if she left the door open afterwards, the smell would have dissipated by the time Cody returned home.
Cody stepped closer to her and kissed her lightly on the lips. Two seconds, three seconds.
Hands held her bare shoulders and pulled her closer. Cody kissed around her lips - to the left, to the right, below, on her nose. Their lips met again. One, two, three, four seconds. (Yes, this feels good, but you'll be late. Please go.)
The hands left (Yes! Time to go!) and arms snaked around her waist, pulling the two bodies closer together. Another kiss. The hands on her back slid down briefly then up to the band of her sports bra. (Feels good, but I'm getting more aroused too, not good.)
She was slowly pushed backward. She almost stumbled but finally backed up against the wall. Her son continued forward and pressed against her (That's new.) With their height difference, his crotch was higher than hers, and through their clothes, she could clearly feel his shaft ending higher than her navel. (I'm definitely using that image later.)
Cody stepped in with one leg between her legs, and slowly rubbed against her crotch with his well-muscled thigh. Nicole could not hold back her wetness and felt her fluids drench her panties. An obvious wet patch was growing on her gray track pants, but neither person was looking.
Nicole's head was in the clouds. She felt like a young woman again, enjoying sex like it was the only thing that mattered in the world. For the first time, Cody pressed his tongue into her lips. Her tongue moved to meet it within her own mouth and she started to-
(No! No! No!)
Forcing herself back to reality through the euphoria and arousal, Nicole broke their first French kiss and turned her head away. She was sweating like a dog and flushed and breathless, but mustered the strength to push her man - no, her son - away weakly.
"This is wrong, this is very wrong," she choked out, unable to meet his eyes, before pushing open the front door and running out.
/ / /
Zoe was going through her morning routines. It was going to be an easy day with few chores. She would be alone. Her children had moved out long ago, and her husband had already left for work. Then she was startled by a frantic knocking on her front door. What could be the matter, so early in the day?
Opening the door, she was surprised to see her neighbor Nicole panting, hair disheveled and eyes going in and out of focus, and quickly let her in. Her track pants had a dark patch in a very suggestive area. She helped the younger mother to a couch in the living room.
"Nicole, honey, what happened?" she asked, rubbing comforting circles on her back.
"Son... back... wall... crazy..."
"What?"
"He- door... can I, please... please... sorry- please please-"
"Nicole?"
Without another word, Nicole pushed a hand into her sodden panties and curled up in a fetal position on her neighbor's couch. She had escaped to this house in confusion but her arousal was driving her so insane that it cracked her sense of propriety. Within seconds of pushing her fingers into her vagina, she came and squirted hard, with some drops flying up out of her pants onto the couch. She carried on fingering until she came a second and third time within a few minutes, and then burst into tears from shame, still curled up.
Zoe, who had been struck speechless as she watched her younger friend masturbate beside her, on her couch, recovered and resumed rubbing circles on her back. The two women were close enough to talk about their sexual escapades, and Nicole had hinted about her disabling sex drive before, but they were hardly close enough to masturbate in front of each other, so this was really a bolt of the blue.
Nicole's breathing finally slowed and but her face was still red from crying.
"What's wrong, Nicole?"
"I was- I mean, I think I'm in trouble. I did something really bad."
A patience silence.
"I think I'm attracted to Cody. Oh shit, Zoe, you cannot tell anybody, please, I wasn't even going to tell you..."
"Okay, okay, this is really sudden. Do you want to tell me more about it?"
"No- Yes- It's not that sudden. It's been going on for a while, I just never told anyone. He... I think he's been trying to seduce me for a while and things got a little chaotic."
Oh boy, this is going to be big, Zoe thought.
"Nicole, I think we'll need to talk about this a lot more. It doesn't sound like a simple thing. You need to sort your thoughts out a little, and I've got to go out for a bit. Is this evening all right with you?"
"Thanks Zoe, I'll pop by."
"You're a mess, girl. If you don't feel safe with Cody today, tell him to come here to use the gym. Or help me with my lights, or something."
"I'll do that."
Zoe did not voice the other thoughts racing through her mind. Her family found Cody to be an overall good boy, and welcomed him into their home. She felt no ill will when she chatted and joked with him. In the past few months, he had become shy and somewhat evasive talking about his mother. He often came to her place to use the home gym (her husband bought it but seldom used it) but recently there were times when he visited with a raging boner and obviously used the weights to work through his frustration.
These two points seemed unrelated before today, but now Zoe had a suspicion and wanted more information.
/ / /
It was mid-afternoon when Cody let himself in and greeted Zoe. The brunette was lazing in the living room watching an action movie.
"Hi Zoe. Mom said you needed to fix your lights? Or move something?"
"Oh, she did?"
"Well, yeah. She didn't sound very sure though. I didn't bring any tools."
Zoe grinned at her sort-of-nephew-son-pet.
"We'll get to that later. Grab a beer and sit with me. There's some good stuff on the telly. I want a Pepsi."
"Okay..."
Cody did as he was told. Coming to this place as often as he did, it was not unusual for him to chill with Zoe or her husband, especially since their children moved out. He sat down politely beside the older woman. A few minutes later, Zoe spoke up.
"Cody, do you know how old I am?"
"Erm, between forty and fifty?"
"I'm forty-six. Am I ugly?"
"What? No?"
"Aren't you going to make a move on me? Or are you hoping I will take the lead? Or am I way too old for you?"
Cody gave her an amused look. It was not that uncommon for her to tease him. "What's the occasion? If you wanted that to happen, you would've done it a long time ago. We had plenty of opportunities."
"There doesn't need to be a special reason. Today can be our first time."
"And that shotgun on the mantel, which your husband makes no effort to hide, can shoot a neighbor for the first time too."
Zoe did a spit-take and they laughed.
"So, no sex?"
"I am honored to have gained your favor, milady, but I have someone in mind."
Zoe's smile widened. There were sparks of mischief dancing in her eyes. "Have you snagged her yet?"
Cody hesitated. "She's close to me, but it's a work in progress."
Zoe threw an arm over Cody's neck and yanked him closer. "Come on, lie down. Therapy time!"
"I don't need therapy." Cody did not move. It made for a comical scene - the older, smaller woman trying to maneuver him to lie on the couch, while he resisted.
"Therapy time! Head! Lap! Now!"
Cody sighed and obeyed, and they settled into a comfortable position with Zoe sitting upright and Cody lying with his head on her lap, looking up at her face. There really wasn't much breast obstructing his view - 'A' cup, he recalled. Zoe often whined to him that her breasts were way too small even after breastfeeding three children, but his mother had 'cow tits after just one brat'.
Zoe was tall, matching Cody's height, while his mother was shorter. Zoe had wavy brown hair that extended just past her shoulders, while Nicole's sleek blonde hair was a bob cut. Both were slender, with low body fat (apart from Nicole's breasts) but Zoe was more muscular.
Despite being 46, nearly a decade older than his mother, Zoe was a heck lot more energetic and toned. She used the gym almost as often as he did. From the stories she shared, he knew she could go to insane lengths to get what she wanted. Besides, she seemed to really want to talk about something.
The television was shut off.
"Your mom was here earlier."
Silence.
"She looked like she had a good hard fucking and wanted more. Just about ripped off my door like a rhino. You should've seen her. Do you think she found a man?"
"She did?" Cody could not keep the crestfallen tone out of his answer.
"I think so. It was this morning."
Cody's heart sank further, before Zoe continued to speak.
"I reckon it was just before you left for school. You didn't see her before you left? Did she bring home a man last night?"
There was a short silence as Cody's mind halted, then started up again. He connected the dots, realized his misunderstanding and blushed. He tried to sit up but Zoe's hand was already holding his forehead down. She looked down at him, still waiting for an answer.
"No, she didn't have sex. It was just the two of us. No one else was around."
The brunette quirked her eyebrow and Cody realized his slip.
"I mean, argh, didn't, no..." His face was getting hotter.
Zoe had a gentle look on her face and placed a quieting finger on his stammering lips.
"Your mother, Nicole, she looked excited - any idiot could have told you that. But she was afraid too. She'll probably come here later when you're gone to talk about it. Do you want to tell me about it?"
"But..."
"Cody. I'm not your family or your girlfriend, and this sounds like a big issue you can't tell just anyone. But I think we're close enough to talk about it, even if you don't want to listen to my opinion afterwards. I did put off your mother to hear your side of the story first. That's got to mean something to you, surely?"
The youth closed his eyes and sighed. After a few stops and starts, he began to pour out his heart to Zoe, telling her about his feelings, guilt, misgivings, actions and plans to seduce his mother. Zoe listened quietly and stroked his hair.
"You're pretty serious about this, aren't you?"
"Yes. I've fallen for her. Really, really badly."
"It's illegal, and a taboo. You can't get married, and if you get her pregnant, there's going to be trouble. Don't give me that," she chided as Cody protested, "of course she will get pregnant. If you succeed, you'll be at home fucking her brains out from morning till night, and through the night, every day. Birth control can't win that. Also, you're 19 - that's pretty young to commit to a woman for life."
"I've thought about all of that and I'm sure mom and I will keep it a secret. You're the only one I will tell. And she's the only one for me."
A long silence followed.
"I'll help you get together with Nicole. I'll need to think on it a little, but for now don't let her know I'm helping you."
"Really? Why are you helping me?"
"You sound serious about her and you'll be good for each other." She paused. "Besides, it's going to be fun."
"That's the real reason, isn't it?"
Zoe lowered her face to his until her shoulder-length brown hair was draped around his face. The curtain of hair blocked out their surroundings, and the two were isolated in a very intimate way. She usually did this to tease him if they were alone.
"I have a good husband and I've been a good, faithful wife. But you don't know how much action women really want. You don't even know how horny your mother gets every day. If I play this right, I'll be able to get some... satisfaction... out of this... side business," she whispered.
/ / /
That evening, Nicole visited Zoe, this time looking much more civilized. Zoe had ordered her husband to go and play with his other manly friends as she wanted to talk to Nicole privately. She had turned on a voice recorder app on her phone - for in case she ever needed blackmail material to help her matchmaking efforts.
Nicole's version of events, from her son's initial changes until the incident that morning, generally matched up to Cody's version. Of course, besides being unaware of his mother's all-along sky-high sexual cravings, Cody also did not know how much she was enjoying his courtship. Nicole even told Zoe about how she frequently needed to pleasure herself and how she had hidden it from Cody. That led to a confession about her powerful orgasms thinking about her son, and her growing guilt.
"I'm not sure if this is right or wrong. The mothers in erotica always enjoy themselves, and I enjoy touching myself thinking about Cody. But it's incest - it's supposed to be wrong!"
"You shouldn't believe all the stories you read," Zoe said calmly. "They're written by horny misfits who imagine all kinds of situations because of the stories other horny misfits write. And watching porn gives them unrealistic expectations."
"So incest is made up? It doesn't actually happen?"
"I'm sure there are a few oddballs out there who do incest. But it's a taboo and can't be that common. How many people do we personally know who admitted to incest? Nobody. Not in my whole life."
"Then I can't let this go on. But I don't know what to do. He's such a good, obedient boy. He's never done something this crazy."
"Calm down, Nicole. I'll help you and I won't blab about this whole thing. My son also did some cheeky things before but I stopped him before it could get serious. Now he's moved out and has a steady girlfriend. We'll get through this together."
That was a very liberal spin on her situation. It had just been a phase for Zoe's son. He had ogled her and used her (and his sister's) panties to masturbate for a while, but outgrew it on his own.
"For starters, don't get too uptight or worried about it. It's probably the best way he knows to show how much he cares for you now. He'll grow out of it and move on. I'm just a phone or a wall away if you need help. Don't tell anyone else about this."
"I hope so, Zoe. Thank you."
"And don't discourage him."
"Sorry? You mean I should discourage him, right?"
"No, take it from a veteran, that's the biggest mistake you could make at this point. This is just a phase but you will be mother and son for life. If you discourage him the wrong way, both of you will bear that scar for life."
"So I should just let him have his way with me? That doesn't sound right."
"You are almost correct, but you're looking at it the wrong way. Your fear and guilt is clouding your mind. He won't take it too far - he's a good boy, you said so yourself. I'm sure he knows incest is a taboo.
"Do you know how pyromaniacs are cured? They like fire a lot, so they are allowed to indulge, then forced to burn things until they are completely sick of fire. So let him explore his feelings and your body until he gets bored of it. Trust him to have limits."
"But I'm worried. It feels good although it's wrong, like this morning. I almost lost control of myself. What if I cum in front of him?"
"Cody is showing you that he loves you. It is natural to enjoy being loved, no matter who loves you. If he wants to pamper you, enjoy it and don't push him away. Cum for him, with him, from him, on him, or don't cum - there's no shame in any of that."
"If he sees me enjoying myself, won't he just want to go further?"
"If you're afraid of encouraging him, then don't do anything. Be a Barbie doll or a statue and accept what he does to you. He'll pose you and study you, but as long as you don't do or say anything back to him, he'll back off after a bit."
After a bit more reassurance, Nicole hugged Zoe goodnight and left. Zoe stopped the voice recording and texted Cody.
'Have fun. Go slow for now.'
/ / /
Thereafter, Cody stepped up his efforts. He kept in frequent contact with Zoe, describing what he did to his mother.
Nicole faced a constant mental struggle of accepting his advances and her arousal, while forcing herself to be passive and not egg him on. It was difficult to think back on her conversation with Zoe each time, so she took to mentally chanting a mantra, 'Trust Cody, be his Barbie doll.'
The mother and son couple (or couple to-be) had no problems with deep kissing now. Their snogging sessions lasted longer and happened more often. The kisses were not limited to hellos and goodbyes at the doorstep, but happened throughout the house. He kissed her when she was cooking, on the computer, watching television or even lying down doing nothing in particular. He kissed any patch of bare skin he could see - depending on what she wore, it could be anywhere from her ears and neck, to her shoulders, to her midriff, to her thighs and feet.
Cody's hands roamed more bravely, going under her shirt and pants, but still remaining above her underwear. He touched her through her panties numerous times but did not manage to make her climax.
On one occasion, they had a snogging session as she was leaving the toilet in her bathrobe. He undid the robe and was about to feel up her bare body, but Nicole's clearly shook her head and placed his hand behind her, safely over the bathrobe. Cody did not try that again.
After the kissing sessions, no matter how steamy they got, the pair acted like nothing happened and did not talk about them. To be fair, Nicole did not talk even during the sessions and only moaned when she absolutely could not control herself.
/ / /
One night, Zoe received a phone call from a clearly upset Nicole.
"Zoe, Cody isn't backing off at all. It doesn't look like he wants to stop anytime soon."
"Give it time, Nicole."
"I think he drugged me today!"
"What? What happened?"
"He gave me some wine with my lunch and I felt drowsy after that. I just woke up and saw the sky has turned dark. My afternoon naps are very light, Zoe, you know even a door knock will wake me. But today I slept on the couch and didn't even know my husband had returned and made dinner!"
"That's unusual, surely. But maybe you were just very tired? Or you were not used to drinking in the day?"
"I guess that's possible. But, well, I mean, when I woke up, my shirt was buttoned up wrong and the back of my bra was unhooked. My panties and shorts seemed okay and there isn't any cum on them, or in my pussy, which is good. I don't know how it happened."
"Nicole, dear, I think you're a little jumpy. You can't think that Cody drugged you just because you slept well. Maybe you woke up halfway and messed up your bra and shirt yourself, God knows it was a hot day. And you went back to sleep and forgot about it, you know how that is."
"I... Oh."
"If, just if, Cody really drugged you, I can think of only one explanation. He desperately wanted to show his love, but was afraid you would hate him. He respected you so much that he wanted to practice something while you were asleep, so that you would enjoy the real thing awake in future."
"That sort of makes sense, but doesn't sound quite right."
"Were you actually hoping that Cody would drug you and undress you while you were sleeping? I can totally imagine you masturbating to that idea, you know."
"No! That's impossible!" Nicole exclaimed. "No way, oh damn it, Zoe you monster. Thanks for picking up so late at night, goodnight."
"Goodnight. Going to rub out another one now?"
"Zoe!"
After the call ended, Zoe quickly texted Cody asking for an explanation. It turned out that he had spiked the wine with sleeping pills, because he wanted to touch and suck his mother's bare breasts.
She sternly told him that it was dangerous to mix alcohol with drugs and that he had no idea how heavily Nicole would be knocked out. He agreed to use common sense in future and run ideas by Zoe if he was unsure.
In the days following, Cody continued to offer his mother wine, but without additions. She napped lightly, and concluded that either the first time had been her imagination, or that the pills were continuing but she had built up a resistance. Of course, Zoe did not tell her that resistance just did not work that way.
It was not long before Cody worked up the courage to resume his sleep explorations. He knew Nicole was a light sleeper, and it was quite obvious that he had woken her, but it appeared that she was willing to keep her eyes shut and feign sleep to play his games, so he happily did not call her out on it.
For a few days, all he did was expose her breasts and knead them and suck on the D-cup beauties. Nicole did not orgasm from that - her breasts were not very strong erogenous zones and she generally ignored them when masturbating, but the continual attention did make them tingly and sensitive.
He planted light kisses and licks over her lithe body and shapely limbs. When he felt the urge, he would bite and suck more forcefully and leave love bites, for example on her neck and inner arms and thighs. Still pretending to sleep, Nicole bit her lip and did her best to push down her groans of pleasure, but Cody felt pride burn in his chest at her obvious enjoyment and non-resistance.
Then he got braver and mounted her to fuck between her breasts. He took a bunch of her bob-cut hair and jerked himself off with it. He did not hesitate to spray his cum on her face or anywhere on her body.
For a new trick, he took her limp hand and wrapped her delicate fingers around his rigid shaft. He directed her hand to slide up and down the shaft, or cup the head and press a finger into the opening. Nicole refused to break her pretend-sleep and did this with closed eyes, but after several times, she became intimately familiar with her son's tool.
Even if she were to be blindfolded and not guided, she felt sure that she would be able to recognize his well-endowed cock by its shape, length, girth and stiffness anywhere, and then give him a splendid hand-job. It made her feel like a goddess.
He attempted to masturbate her by fingering and oral sex. It took a long time for him to learn, especially because she did not tell him what he was doing right or wrong, and did not point out the right spots to work with. His clumsy movements only served to excite and disappoint her, over and over again, which sent her arousal building up and rocketing sky-high without the blessed release of orgasm.
Those days when he simply could not finish the job, Nicole would wait anxiously until he gave up and left. Then, a light touch by herself at just the right spot would make her arch her back and squirt like a fountain over the sheets and floor.
Cody persisted and learnt to read her reactions. Although she climaxed almost soundlessly by habit, there were telltale signs - the wetness, tightening thighs, a stiffened abdomen, clenched hands, her breathing pattern. With a lot of practice, and the burning desire to make her cum from his actions, he improved and the orgasms became less due to luck and more from precise technique.
Previously, when her climaxes were achieved on her own and in private, Nicole felt she was still in control of the situation. At this point, knowing that she became putty in her son's hands and that she craved him constantly, her doubts crept in again. She was too proud to admit to Cody that she was fully aware of his intrusions, but wanted him to back off for a few days to let her sort out her thoughts.
Browsing her wardrobe, she hit upon a solution. Her usual bottoms did not offer Cody much resistance - panties, shorts, skirts. Instead, she picked a thick, tight pair of jeans which she herself had trouble wearing.
It was successful in buying her peace. Cody failed to pull them off, and even unzipped, it was difficult to put a hand in to finger her.
She made the mistake of continuing the passionate snogging sessions instead of rejecting his advances completely. When she napped for the third day in a row in the jeans, Cody took it as a challenge from a horny woman.
Nicole was shocked and did not dare to move as Cody took a pair of scissors and snipped slowly up the legs. (Trust Cody, be his Barbie doll...)
It only took two long cuts, up the left side, then the right side, before her shapely legs were bared for him. She was too caught offside by this turn of events that she did not get wet. (Trust Cody, be his Barbie doll...)
Cody took it as a hint to continue cutting off her shirt. Then he cut off her bra instead of reaching behind her to undo the hook. All the clothes were thrown off the bed and she was now completely exposed save for her plain pink panties. (Trust trust doll his Barbie Cody...)
He turned her limp body to the side - she did not act limp; rather, she was too stunned to move anything. Lovingly, he spooned behind her and one hand began playing with her breasts. The other hand fingered her clit skillfully and got her wet in moments. (doll doll doll trust...)
Pushing his massive shaft between her butt cheeks and thighs, and tenting the front of her panties, he thrusted until he pumped several days' worth of cum into her panties, painting her pussy lips and pubic hairs with a thick layer of white. (doll... doll...)
Ever the gentleman, he did not stop fingering her breasts and clit until she had cum a few more times, still in a daze.
Hours later, when she had regained enough of her wits, she sat up and looked around her room. As per her go-to habit, she started to finger herself forcefully to calm herself more, but suddenly remembered that her crotch was slathered with her son's cum - she was using her son's cum as lubrication (oh but it smelled and tasted so good) and each finger thrust was pushing his seed into her pussy.
She was feeding his cream into her eager lips like a child shovelling cake icing into its greedy mouth.
Terrified, she withdrew her fingers quickly with a sinful 'squelch'.
It was a line she had promised never to cross. His penis and cum could not go into her pussy. That was incest, one hundred per cent, no doubts, no gray area. She had crossed half of that finish line with her own hand, at no one's urging. This had to stop. Breaking her vow of silence, she looked for Cody to talk about his actions.
"Cody, my room... my clothes were torn up when I was asleep. Do you know what happened?"
"Er, what?" he fumbled. He had not expected her to call him out for it. She had always acted ignorant. "Did you cut it up yourself because it was too warm?"
There was a long, uncomfortable silence. Incredulous at the reply, Nicole decided that she needed serious backup.
/ / /
"Zoe, this isn't working. I was enjoying it so much even though I knew it was wrong. Then I used those stupid jeans and now it's all insane."
"Well, that escalated quickly. And you have a pretty amazing expression between a dopey smile and a scream of frustration."
"I'm really in trouble, Zoe."
"Well, how do you want this to go? Do you have any ideas of your own? You obviously love each other but the lack of communication is royally screwing things up."
"I- I think I've got a plan. But I don't know if it will work. I don't want this twisted relationship to continue."
"Oh?"
"Could you, sort of, have sex with him but let him think it's me?"
"You want me to 'sort of' fuck your son, and let him think he's screwing you?"
"When you put it like that..."
"Nicole, have you been reading erotica again?"
"Er, no?"
"Say I really sleep with your son - and I'm not saying I intend to - how long is this supposed to last? And how will this end your, " Zoe quoted with both hands. "'twisted relationship'?"
"I was thinking, maybe just a few times, then he might be satisfied and give up? Or you could do your best to make it a really lousy experience to turn him off forever?"
"You're a few cards short of a deck up there, you damn nympho," Zoe face-palmed. "Let me think this through, alright? Do you have any more specifics for your idea?"
/ / /
When Cody came to use the gym afterwards, Zoe revealed the ridiculous plan his mother had cooked up.
"How the heck will I not know who I'm having sex with?" Cody puzzled.
"A blindfold or a crawling into your room at night seems doable. She also had a few more creative and impractical ideas."
"I guess those are the more obvious ones. But does she really think it will work? Your boobs are a dead giveaway, for starters."
"Yes, Cody, I did not consider that little problem. At all."
"Oops."
"Still, you bonked her good without even sticking your dick in her. And now she's set on making this happen. I know I'm not even your second choice, but let's work with what we've got. You need to get together so I can blackmail you two to be my beloved slaves."
"That- that will be something. But Zoe, don't call yourself a second choice. You're great and a knockout and your kinkiness is a real turn on, but I just didn't fall in love with you like I did with my mom."
"Oh you smooth talker, you."
"I would totally fuck you, you know? We could treat it as lust. Or practicing for the real deal with mom."
"Yeah, we could do that," she laughed.
/ / /
A chair was placed in the center of Nicole's room. She urged Cody to sit on the chair and tied a blindfold on him. He was only wearing boxers.
"How many fingers, Cody?" she raised a hand.
"Can't see anything, mom."
"Good. Just wait here a while, okay? I've got... something... planned for you. I hope you'll like it. Whatever you do, don't remove that blindfold until I say so."
"Okay," Cody could not keep the smile off his face.
He's probably imagining something good, thought Nicole as she left the room. Close, but not quite. Sorry, Cody.
A few minutes later, Cody heard her announce her return, from somewhere in the door's direction. Footsteps approached him and he could smell Nicole's usual shampoo and soap as she whispered into his ear, "This might feel a little strange, but don't take the blindfold off."
He heard her walk away as another set of footsteps drew nearer. There was a light weight on both his shoulders, then a movement on his lap. He tentatively moved his hands around. Two toned thighs on his lap - someone was sitting astride him. Womanly hips, a firm and smooth back, a neck - this person had long hair - athletic shoulders and arms.
There was a naked woman sitting on his lap, facing him. He already knew the plan, but just by his blindfolded observations he would have known this was not his mother.
The woman held his chin and kissed him on the lips (Yep, not mom.) A few chaste kisses later, both pairs of hands began to roam freely. He felt for the breasts - this was his favorite neighbor who pretended to have a complex about her small milk tanks. He pretended to pat around her chest to look for her breasts, then settled for pinching the nipples.
Zoe giggled into their kiss. She knew exactly what he was insinuating and twisted his ear as a playful retort. She took the initiative to deepen the kiss, pushing her tongue between his lips.
It was fun. They felt like they were playing house, exploring a childhood friend - which they were - testing the waters to become friends with benefits. There was no thought of infidelity. Both knew who was their true partner, but this was playtime.
The kisses paused and she slumped forward onto him. They breathed heavily, almost in unison. The room was silent otherwise.
She kissed him lightly on both eyelids. A secret message they had agreed upon - 'Your mom's still watching. Let's give her a show.'
A hand slid into his boxers and felt over his semi-hard member. The hand retreated and patted his crotch through his boxers a few times. There was a tugging on the hem of his boxers.
It was not an agreed signal - they did not plan for everything - but the meaning was clear enough. Cody stood up and allowed Zoe to pull down his boxers, kicked them away and sat at the edge of the chair.
"Mom?" he asked.
Silence. A light backward push on his shoulders - he leaned back on the chair and relaxed. He imagined his fantasy that his mother was the one servicing him. He also imagined the reality that Zoe was enthusiastically pushing the limits of their friendship to fool his mother, who was watching nearby.
"Mom, play with my cock."
Zoe, the replacement Nicole, spat on both of her hands and began stroking the shaft. Within moments, it grew to its full size. The veins distended and the angry reddish glans swelled further. Cody's penis began to throb and the woman stopped her manipulation. He could feel the pulsing in his excited penis as it stood erect in the cold air.
The athletic older woman stroked his thighs patiently and did not touch anywhere else, until the arousal subsided somewhat. The member was still stiff and straight, but pointed lower.
"Nicole, you are really good at this. Looks like you weren't sleeping when you jerked me off before, huh?" Cody taunted.
She repeated the hand-job and her edging, bringing Cody closer to his climax but denying it again.
"Suck me off. I want your lips and tongue around my cock, Nicole."
'Nicole' obliged. She licked up the shaft several times like it was a lollipop and swished her tongue around its head, before pointing her tongue and pressing it hard onto the hole. Opening her mouth, she took in the member, bobbing her head up and down, being careful to avoid using her teeth. She felt the shaft thicken and had to open her jaws to the limit to accept its monstrous girth. She continued to piston her head, driving the penis deeper and deeper into her throat.
"I'm coming, Nicole! Take it!"
Moments later, a torrent of cum pumped itself straight into Zoe's throat. She coughed and choked slightly, but did not release the penis. Cody could not see the two tiny streams of cum that flowed down her nostrils and back into her mouth.
Zoe knew that he was not done. Cody had told her that he was a virgin - no oral or pussy or anal at all previously. This was his first blowjob and he looked spent; his penis was starting to soften within her mouth, but she knew what to do.
She closed her lips tightly over the shaft and sucked hard, her cheeks denting inwards. She dragged her mouth towards the tip of the penis until she separated from the head with a loud 'pop'. As she repeated this several times, the tool slowly revived itself. Not enough.
She continued her erotic vacuuming while playing with his balls, then pressed a finger on the skin just behind his balls. Cody could feel the blood magically rush into his penis and swell it to its full size, and it was much more sensitive than before.
"Holy shit mom!"
Zoe started to deep-throat him again. The stinging at Cody's penis from the forced arousal increased along with his pleasure from the experienced woman's technique. Finally he could feel a second wave of climax building.
"I'm going to cum, Nicole. I want it on your face!"
Zoe stopped sucking and used her hands instead. The second torrent of cum was still huge and covered most of her face and her brown bangs.
Both of them panted as they recovered. Zoe sat on the floor and leaned against the chair, placing her chin on Cody's thigh like a pet dog. He stroked her hair lovingly.
"Mom, that was great. Let me see your face. I want to see that face I just marked as mine."
Cody took off the blindfold before anyone could reply. He looked around the room in feigned confusion, "Mom? Why are you there? Nicole? What are you doing here?"
Zoe smiled into his lap while Nicole sat petrified at the door. Her pants were down and she sat in a puddle, obviously having masturbated to the scene before her. There was a look of shame and horror on her face.
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