A MATERNAL AFFAIR-FULLY UPDATED
Debbie was only sixteen when she gave birth to her son, Jake. The father was only eighteen himself and didn't fancy the responsibility of fatherhood, and he didn't stick around. In fact, he never saw his son. Debbie's parents were supportive and looked after baby Jake during the daytime to allow their daughter to finish her schooling. Debbie took her toddler son to college with her where she obtained a degree in business studies. Then she moved to the big city and started working for a big insurance company. Jake was then starting school and they made a happy mini-family – Debbie the twenty-something professional career woman, and her young son to whom she was devoted.
Plenty of Debbie's friends and colleagues were just in casual relationships with motherhood far away yet, so they all adored young Jake when they came to visit Debbie's apartment. The boy was quite happy to be pampered and cooed over by all these broody young women!
In 1999, when she was twenty-six and Jake was ten, Debbie moved out to the suburbs to a small neat home down a quiet leafy street. Jake was approaching puberty and enjoyed being the man of the house – mowing the lawn, washing the car, rescuing his mum whenever she encountered a spider – her greatest fear – going for a leisurely stroll to stretch it's eight legs round the bathtub. For the mother of an adolescent boy, Debbie was still a relatively young woman. Her and Jake were sometimes more like friends than mother and son, and very open and affection towards one another. He enjoyed having a mum who was just as much a friend and confident as she was a loving mother. He even once asked her what masturbation was, having heard the word on TV. Debbie had explained it without shame, saying it was 'when boys and girls play with themselves because it feels good, and it simulates the pleasures of sex but without an actual partner.’ It wasn't an explicit description, but nonetheless it was far better than the reaction of most mothers, who would have been mad that their eleven-year-old son knew such a word! Debbie simply said that 'all boys' do it when they enter their teens and that 'it's a private act but not one to be ashamed about'. Jake had blushed a little at hearing his mum talk about such things, even though she was normally open about things anyway. But nonetheless it made him feel so glad to have a young and open-minded mother. He knew one friend who's prudish, nagging middle-aged mum was still telling her boy that masturbation (or 'touching yourself impurely') was 'wicked' and, furthermore, still repeating the age-old crap about it making you go blind!
Jake had a small circle of friends and even had a girlfriend or two as he entered his teens, although he didn't get up to anything more serious than kissing and a bit of groping! He spent a lot of time at home with his mum, enjoying her company and helping around the house. Debbie in turn had a circle of friends at work but she was primarily devoted to Jake, although recently she had agreed with her friends that she should 'get out more'. Debbie had not had a serious relationship with a man for years and rarely went out on dates. Upon realizing that she wouldn't be a twenty-something for long she began to conclude that it was about time she got herself a man, and because Jake was mature enough to look after himself without a babysitter, she figured she could start going out a bit more.
True love for Debbie, though, was closer to home than she thought.
CHAPTER-1 FEEL FOR YOUR MOTHER
It was a Friday in the spring of 2003. Jake was fourteen years old, a slender and handsome youth, five-foot-five with short blonde hair and blue eyes like his mother. He walked with a friend from school this Friday afternoon, the sky above turning gray and threatening rain. His friend's house was nearer the school-bus stop and he said goodbye (or more specifically, 'See ya at shitty school tomorrow dude') to Jake and went into his house. Jake walked on to his own street, walking briskly given that he didn't have a coat and it was clearly about to chuck it down with rain soon.
Luckily Jake made it home in time. It was just beginning to rain when he ducked into the house, kicking off his sneakers and shutting the front door on what was quickly turning to be a torrential downpour outside.
Jake heard dance music coming from the living room and he figured it was his mum back home. Debbie usually got home at six in the evening but on Fridays she left the office early to go the gym, usually arriving home at about the same time as Jake.
The youth strolled into the living room and saw his mum doing her aerobics in the center of the room. Debbie was a petite thirty-year-old blonde, and had a fantastic figure thanks to her love of working out. At five-foot-three she was just a couple of inches shorter than her son. Her hair was long and blonde, currently pulled back in a tight bun. Her eyes, like Jake's, were crystal blue, and her sweet smile and fresh face made her the object of lust for many of Jake's friends! He was used to his buddies telling him his mum was 'hot' and wasn't too offended by it, given that most of his friend's mothers were approaching middle-aged and letting themselves go big-time! Debbie currently wore a tight Lycra top that hugged her firm, sizable breasts, and the pink material stretched over her tits and making the nipples poke out slightly. The top ended just below her breasts, displaying her flat, toned mid-rift. Debbie also had on a pair of tight Lycra shorts, bright pink to match the top, which hugged her arse and crotch, revealing the toned shape of her slender hips and also her long bare legs. On her feet she had on white sneakers and she also had pink wristbands on. Her exposed flesh was slightly glistening with sweat as she jogged on the spot facing towards the doorway, in which her son Jake appeared, and Debbie's pink lycra top and shorts had damp sweat patches.
"Oh, hi Jake," she greeted her boy.
She stopped jogging for a moment to reach out and flick the dance music CD off, then got back to jogging on the spot in the center of the living room.
"Hi mum," smiled Jake,
"Do you fancy a drink?" Jake asked.
"I'll be fine thanks," replied Debbie, still jogging on the spot, "I'll make dinner soon."
"Okay mum," Jake said.
Jake usually enjoyed being able to come back and have the house to himself whilst his mother was at the gym because – like all teenaged boys given the chance to be home alone – he could whack off in peace! Never mind, he thought. He could go upstairs and do it anyway; he'd just have to listen out for his mum in case she came up to see him for some reason. Debbie and Jake were fairly open with each other for a mother and son, but that didn't extend to the boy wanting his mum to know that he spanked his monkey! Even though she did know this of course, partly because of the battered porn mags she found under mattress when tidying his room (she wasn't too keen on Jake having these, but to avoid an embarrassing confrontation – and knowing Jake could probably just replace them anyway – she would just put them back where she found them). The main way she knew that Jake wrestled with the one-eyed trouser snake was through the simple silogistical rule that, because Jake was a boy of fourteen, he must jerk-off! That's what fourteen-year-old boys did.
With her son upstairs, jerking off to fantasies about his busty English teacher – a buxom brunette in her late thirties who's favorable treatment of Jake lead him to believe (correctly, as it turned out) that she had a bit of crush on him – Debbie continued doing her aerobics in the living room. She did some hip-turns, some sit-ups and then touched her toes a few times. Jake's friends would have paid all their allowance money for the chance to be standing behind Debbie when she touched her toes! Her beautifully shaped arse was thrust out, the material of the Lycra shorts running up her superbly cleft arse-crack. However, only thing that was able to get a full-on view of Debbie's arse whilst the hot blonde was bending over and touching her toes was a large houseplant in the corner of the room and – being just a piece of vegetation with no sensory organs – the plant was somewhat less capable of appreciating the sight of Debbie's gorgeous bottom than a teenaged boy would have been.
A short while later, Jake had finished whacking off and, freshened up and changed into scruffy black jeans and a Green Day T-shirt, he went downstairs. The dance music had stopped and he hoped his mum was making dinner. He felt starved!
When Jake entered the living room he sat his mum sitting on the floor, reaching awkwardly behind herself to rub her lower back.
"You okay mum?" Jake asked, noticing his mother seemed to be in some discomfort. "Yeah, sort of," Debbie replied, "It's my back, I think I overdid things."
"Oh. Do you need a doctor or something'?"
"No no, I'm fine, really. I haven't torn any muscles or anything, just slightly strained myself. Ow!"
She was having some difficulty reaching the base of her spine.
"Anything I can do?" asked Jake.
"How about a massage?" Debbie suggested.
"A massage?" laughed Jake.
"I'm serious," his mum replied, although she also giggled, "I need a back-rub. I can't reach, would you do it honey?"
"Sure mum," Jake shrugged, "I don't know how to do it thought."
"Oh you'll be fine, seriously."
"Do I do that thing the Japanese dude did in the Karate Kid when the boy busted his leg?"
"Not quite honey, I'm not the er…Karate Kid," Debbie smirked. She then shifted round and lay flat on her belly on the floor, still in her pink Lycra top and shorts. Because the top was only long enough to cover her breasts, her lower back was fully exposed.
"So what do I do?" Jake asked, kneeling next to his mum. Most teenaged boys would have either been a bit grossed out at having to physically touch their mum whilst she was fairly scantily clad, thanks to the instinctive refusal of boys to think of their moms in a sexual way to any degree whatsoever, whilst other teenaged boys might get a bit of a perverse thrill at touching a female – any female! Jake, though, didn't think it any big deal. He didn't give his mum massages regularly – or indeed at all! – But the relatively small sixteen year generation gap and the fact that Debbie was a pretty laid back, 'cool' mum, meant that Jake didn't think this was any big deal. He flexed his fingers.
"Just rub my lower back sweetie," Debbie instructed him, "just around the spine."
"Okay," shrugged Jake. He looked down at his mother's lower back – a good six-inches of her bare flesh visible between the bottom of the back of her pink top and the waist-band of her shorts. The teenager placed his fingertips on either side of his mother's spine and began rubbing, working on instincts. It was obviously having a good effect as Debbie, with her head to one side, purred softly with pleasure.
"That's good honey," she said. Jake smiled and continued rubbing his mother's lower back. Her flesh was lovely and smooth, as well as warm and slightly damp with sweat. As he massaged her toned skin, Jake noted that the musky odor of his mother's body heat, mixed with her musky sports deodorant, was rather nice in a sultry kind of way. He soon found his eyes drifting down to his mother's bum, those beautifully shaped globes encased in the taut lycra shorts just inches below where his hands were working. Abruptly he averted his eyes as he realized his prick was beginning to stiffen. He felt a bit odd, not really ashamed or guilty but just…odd, that despite having masturbated a short while ago his youthful cock was beginning to reharden whilst he massaged his mother! He shrugged it off with relative ease though. Even though she was his mum, this thirty year old blonde woman he was in physical contact with was an attractive member of the opposite sex, and so he could hardly blamed for being aroused at this proximity to her…especially with her beautiful bum just under his big blue eyes. With Debbie laying her head to one side and her eyes shut as she murmured soothingly to herself, Jake knew his mum could not see where he was looking, that he was free to stare at her arse. But he didn't stare at it…not much. He forced himself to just look to onsides or to merely concentrate on her back which his hands continued to rub and knead.
"Is that okay mum?" he asked shortly.
"It's fine honey, it's really good," Debbie replied, "My back feels so much better. It still aches a little though," she added, wanting her son to continue.
Jake did so. They were soon in a rather amusing situation where neither wanted this innocent activity to stop but neither wanting to explicitly admit this. Debbie continued to just lay there whilst her son worked with amazing skill on her back, Jake enjoying it so much too.
Debbie's back had felt much better just a moment after her son had begun massaging her. She'd let him continue though because it felt so wonderful and soothing, the youth's warm hands spread an aura of tingling joy up her spine and making her feel very relaxed after her hard workout. She was beginning to feel a little strange though, because after a few more minutes she began to realize she was primarily enjoying being touched by a member of the opposite sex. Since giving birth to Jake she'd had sexual relationships with only a few men, and the last was over two-years ago. She'd not dated for ages, mainly because she was so busy at work to go out much. It slightly disturbed – and thrilled her in a kinky, subconscious way – that she was getting a thrill beyond that of just enjoyment at the massage from having her own handsome teenaged son touching her. Debbie soon shoved such thoughts aside. It was not healthy, she thought, to regard her son in such a non-platonic way. She realized it just proved her desire for a male companion was in urgent need of being satisfied, not just the sexual aspect but also simply having a loving companion. Debbie remembered that she was going out tomorrow night, Saturday, with a couple of women from work. They were all free and single and, hopefully, they'd all be swept off their feet by handsome guys! Debbie accepted this ambition as something that would stop her from these rather silly thrills she was getting at being massaged by her own son, and she just lay there and enjoyed it.
It couldn't go on forever though. After fifteen-minutes, Jake's fingers were getting a little tired.
"Will that do you mum?" he asked, taking his hands from her back.
"That was great, thanks," Debbie said, flipping over and sitting up, "Cheers honey, I feel a lot better."
"Good. I could do this professionally don't ya think?"
"Certainly! It'd make a good summer job for you," grinned Debbie, "working at the gym and massaging all those aching people."
"I'd only massage women though, of course," insisted Jake.
"Ah, so that's your plan then?" grinned Debbie, "You just want to get to touch the bodies of lots of beautiful women eh?" She laughed, as did Jake.
Then Jake realized that his mum might be implying that he had only been happy to massage her because he wanted to touch her. Did she know he'd gotten a bit of a thrill out of it? After all, she was a beautiful woman.
Blushing a little, Jake then stood up.
"I'm starved, will dinner be ready?"
"It should be," Debbie said, standing, "I almost forgot about that! I'll get it out the oven."
"I'll get it mum. You go and get changed and stuff, I'll set the table."
"Thanks honey," Debbie said, and she strolled out the room.
The next day, Saturday, Jake spent most of the round a friend's house. He got home at four for dinner, helping his mum cook it in the spacious kitchen. They made quite a team together, working away as they prepared dinner, Debbie very chirpy as she looked forward to her girl's-night-out that evening. It was a sunny day so they opened the sliding doors leading from the kitchen into the back garden and had their dinner at the garden table on the lawn.
Debbie went upstairs to get ready at seven o'clock. Content to lounge around in jeans and a T-shirt, Jake put his feet up and settled down to watch TV. "How do I look?" asked his mother shortly, wearing a nice red dress. It hugged her slender figure, showed off a fair amount of cleavage and also her lovely toned legs. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she wore diamond earrings and a pearl-necklace.
"You look gorgeous mum," Jake said as he turned to admire her.
"Thanks honey," Debbie said, feeling flushed with pride when she detected the honesty in Jake's voice. Debbie was glad sometimes that she had a son. She held the opinion that girls were, even from a young age, always eager to please, even with insincerity. Boys, on the other hand, may be more laid-back and sometimes apathetic in their adolescence, but at least when they came out with a compliment towards their dear mummy, they were sincere. Jake wasn't just saying it to please her; there was real admiration in his eyes at his young mother's attractiveness. Or was it desire?
A slightly awkward silence was threatening to descend when suddenly the doorbell rang.
"Ooh, that'll be them," said Debbie, excitedly. She went out into the hallway and opened the front door. Jake sat on the sofa watching TV whilst he heard his mother greet her friends. There was a lot of excited female chatter and compliments all round on one another's appearances. Jake felt a flutter of anxiety as he heard his mother invite the women into the living room! They were all confident and smart adults, and like his mum they were professional and reasonably powerful career women. It was a little unnerving being just a fourteen-year-old school kid in the face of them all. Soon all of her friends descended in her apartment and they went for girls outing.
" He was about to go upstairs to jerk-off, but then he noted that a movie was just starting. It was 'Fight Club', his favorite, so he decided to watch it first and then go off for a wank. He would have plenty of time; his mum wouldn't be back for ages.
Jake didn't get a chance to whack off. He finished watching the movie then flicked around the channels for a while. At ten o'clock, earlier than he expected, he heard his mother arriving home. Debbie was pretty much tee-total, which Jake thought was a bit of shame because he sometimes thought it'd be funny if his mum – normally laid-back and cheerful anyway – would be like if she was drunk. However, her interest in working out and keeping fit meant she didn't drink much elso other than mineral water and, perhaps on special occasions, one glass of wine. He wondered why she was home a bit earlier than he expected her to be.
"Hi mum," he said, turning as Debbie strolled into the room, looking glamorous and pretty in her sexy red dress.
"Hey honey, I thought you'd be in bed," Debbie smiled pleasantly, sitting next to her son. She still smelled of her expensive perfume, mixed with the slight sultry aroma of nightclubs. She was, as usual, sober. She was not the sort to get smashed out her head on cocktails.
"I was going to go to bed soon mum, I just wanted to watch more TV. You're back early."
"Yeah, well…I got a bit bored. It was fun, we went for a meal and everything, but the other ladies wanted to stay out all night and get drunk whilst I just couldn't be bothered. I'd rather cuddle up on the sofa and watch some TV." "Well, there's a couple of good movies on soon. 'Fatal Attraction' is on, it's pretty good."
"Yeah, lets stay up late and watch the box," giggled Debbie.
For a moment, Jake thought saw as Debbie more of a mischievous big sister rather than his mum!
"Do you want a drink mum? Orange juice?"
"Yeah, that'll be fine honey."
Jake went to the kitchen and made the drinks. He went back into the living room, gave his mum a glass and sat down with his own. They sat close to each other as it approached midnight, watching the movie. When the scene came on with Michael Douglas giving Glenn Close a damn good shafting on the kitchen counter, Jake squirmed a little nervously as he began to get a stiffy in his pants. It was always awkward when a sex-scene came on TV whilst you were watching with your mum! Jake hadn't jerked off since that morning so his prick was soon fully erect, forcing him to shift to oneside, legs crossed, to hide the bulge in his jeans. His mum wasn't at all embarrassed, just a little despondent that she didn't have a nice 'n steamy affair to keep her occupied!
The movie was still only halfway through when Debbie felt tired. She didn't want to go to bed just yet though; she was enjoying just sitting down here with her dear son. She took off her shoes and settled back into the sofa, shifting up closer to Jake. After a while she felt sleepy and she began to nod off against Jake, her head resting against his shoulder. The youth was rather amused and delighted at his mum slumbering against him, her golden shiny hair hanging down over his arm, her cheek against his firm shoulder. He peered down at his mum and was a little shocked to see that he could see down her low cut dress. The neckline plunged sharply down between her sizable 32D tits and Jake had quite a good view. He tried to avert his eyes and watch the TV, but he was conscious of his erection, which had persisted in sticking around in his pants for the last hour. It was unlikely to subside given that his beautiful blonde mum was slumbering against him, inadvertently offering him a perfect view of her luscious cleavage. The teenager looked down again, licking his lips and enjoying the sound of his mother's peaceful and slow breathing. Without thinking, he lifted his hand and reached towards his mother's breasts, stopping just before he reached them and quickly taking his hand away again, wondering what the fuck he was thinking of!
It was one thing to be a perpetually horny fourteen-year-old boy who was fascinated by – and in love with – any female flesh, but this was his mum! Admittedly she was also a very attractive and sexily dressed thirty-year-old blonde babe…but she was still his mum!
Jake tried to concentrate on the TV once more, but once more, he failed. He glanced down at his mother's cleavage again and raised his hand. He reached out, still thankfully able to stop his curious fingers before they touch his mother's tits through her dress.
Just then, Debbie's eyes opened.
She didn't move and didn't alert Jake to the fact that she'd woken up. The boy couldn't see his mum's eyes and Debbie looked down, eyes wide with shock as she took into account her position and that of Jake's – her resting against the boy, head on his shoulder, his hands hovering temptingly over her barely concealed breasts. She wondered what was going on, whether her son was really about to grope her boobs! She was sure that couldn't be right, but after watching his hands hesitate over her chest for a few seconds, she almost found herself hoping he'd touch her. Then Jake lost his nerve for a second time and took his hand away, letting it rest over his lap, near his bulging crotch. Debbie shut her eyes and pretended to be asleep, wondering if her son had realized she was awake. He hadn't though. Jake was still contemplating what to do, whether he should give in to his libidinous curiosity and risk his mum waking up and catching him. If he didn't, he'd regret it, he thought.
A moment later, Jake bought his hand round again, looking down at his mum (with her head against his shoulder he could only see the top of her head, not her face) and at her cleavage, his fingers fluttering for a third time over his mother's chest. He went for it this time, placing his palm lightly over his mother's right tit, lightly feeling it through the material of her expensive Versace dress. Debbie opened her eyes but was careful not to alter her breathing or to move, still pretending she was asleep. It felt so wonderful to be felt up like this. if it had been just some guy taking advantage of her like this she would have freaked out and slapped him, but she didn't mind her son doing it because – so she justified it to herself – he was just a curious boy of fourteen. Jake didn't really fondle his mother; he was still not wanting to wake her (unaware that she already was!) so he just lightly squeezed her breast. After a moment he thought he was pushing his luck too much and took his hand away, placing it back over his lap. He was memorizing the sensations – the sights and the feelings – of the last few moments so he could recall them tonight whilst jerking off.
Debbie closed her eyes again. Realizing a few minutes later that her son wasn't going to touch her again she yawned and opened her eyes, making a big deal of appearing to wake up.
"Oh, did I nod off?" she asked, sitting up and turning to her son.
"Yeah mum, about fifteen-minutes ago. I don't blame you, this film is kinda boring."
"Mmm. I've seen it several times. Boy, I'm tired."
"It's almost midnight mum. Past my bedtime!"
"And mine! Don't worry, it’s Saturday. It doesn't matter. Hey, you feel like ditching this movie and watching an episode of The Simpson’s? I fancy something light-hearted before bed."
"Fancy a glass of wine?"
"C'mon, you're old enough for a drink. And I fancy one too, after orange-juices all evening whilst I was out. I like a glass occasionally."
Debbie got up and went to the kitchen. She returned with a glass of white-wine for her and Jake, her son having just put The Simpson’s on the DVD player. He and his mum sat close to each other on the sofa, giggling and sipping their wine, Jake still feeling horny and getting as many glances as he dared at his mother's cleavage whilst Debbie felt rather frisky herself thanks to knowing of her son's supposedly secret groping of her breasts.
Eventually, both of them felt very tired.
"I'm off to bed mum," Jake said.
"Me too honey," Debbie replied, using the remote to flick the TV off. It was suddenly very silent in the room.
They turned out the lights and, giggling to each other, stumbled their way up the stairs in the darkness. Upstairs, Jake stepped into the doorway of his bedroom and turned on the light.
"Well, goodnight mum," he said.
"Night night honey," Debbie smiled. She hesitated then stepped forth and gave Jake a quick peck on his lips. She smiled and strolled down the hallway to her own room, Jake puzzled as he shut his door, his mum not having kissed him goodnight since he was a kid! He undressed, got into bed, and promptly jerked off in the dark. Moments after spurting his seed over his belly he was so turned on that his prick was still hard, so he jerked off a second time before finally falling asleep.
Jake masturbated in the morning too, still thinking of the sensation of touching his mother's chest yesterday whilst (so he thought) she was asleep. He tried to force himself to think of doing it to girls at school or the more attractive female teachers, or Britney Spears, anyone other than his mum. It didn't matter how pretty his mum was, it just wasn't right to think about her that way. He even felt guilty at having touched her, although he knew if he hadn't he'd have regretted it. He decided he should make a determined effort to get a girlfriend to stop him from having these thoughts about his mum. Maybe he could get in touch with her friend, Selma. She may have been tipsy last night when she'd flirted with him but he thought it would be worth a try to see if he could find her phone-number, maybe give her a call. She might just laugh at him for taking her flirtatious comments seriously, but Jake thought he'd have to do something, His libido was sky-high, he wanted to jerk off again just after having done so already, and he felt he'd wank himself to death if he didn't get a nice lady-friend!
Reisting the urge to whack off a second time he finally got out of bed and pulled on some boxer-shorts. He stepped out of his room, yawning.
"Hi honey," Debbie smiled as she stepped out the bathroom wearing a fluffy white gown.
"Morning mum," greeted Jake, aware that he was only wearing his shorts. He noted his mother's eyes flick down to his torso, which he was quite proud of since he'd began working out at the school gym with weights, giving him fairly well sculpted pecks and a flat washboard stomach. He was no body-builder, still quite lean and not fully grown at five-foot-five, but nonetheless his bare torso did capture his mum's attention for a second.
"I've finished with the bathroom," Debbie said, "It's all yours."
"I'll make breakfast. You got any plans for today?"
"Not really, I might just hang around the house. I've got some homework to do. I'll mow the lawn too if you want, it's getting a bit long."
"Okay honey. Like I said, I'll make breakfast. It'll be ready in about fifteen minutes."
Debbie walked off to her bedroom and her son went into the bathroom. He enjoyed the feminine smell of the room that his mother had left – the apple-scented shampoo, the luxurious Calvin Klein body lotion and a hint of perfume. To his amazement his cock was getting hard yet again! He knew it wouldn't go down so he turned the shower on, stepped in and jerked off. After squirting his load over the deep blue tiles he scrubbed himself clean, stepped out and dried off. Clean and dressed in his favorite pair of Levis and a black shirt, Jake went downstairs to the kitchen, where his mum was serving up breakfast. She was wearing a fairly low-cut black top and as they sat opposite each other at the kitchen table Jake had to try hard not to look down at her cleavage.
Jake was working on his History assignment that afternoon, sitting at his desk in his bedroom.
There was a knock at the door and, without waiting to be invited in, Debbie strolled into the room.
"Working hard?" she asked, approaching her son from behind with a cup of coffee. "Yeah, just a History assignment I gotta do," said Jake, still writing away. "I made you a coffee," Debbie said, placing the cup on the desk.
Jake continued writing, wishing he'd started this assignment earlier so he wouldn't be rushing it now. Debbie remained standing behind where her son sat. She looked down at him, busily working away. She noted the boy's lovely hair, which was short and the same shade of golden blonde as her own. Jake had a slim neck but his shoulders were looking a little broader these days, emphasised by the tight white T-shirt he was wearing. Debbie placed her hands on Jake's shoulders and gently massaged him.
The boy was a little taken aback by this, but it felt good, and he said so too. "I can return the favour of that massage you gave me the other day," Debbie smiled, lightly squeezing and kneading Jake's shoulder muscles. She'd done a massage class a few years ago at the gym and was good at this, spreading a feeling of intense serenity through Jake's body. He put his pen down and sat there, eyes shut and sighing gently. It felt great!
"That's really cool mum," he commented once his mum finished massaging his shoulders a few minutes later.
"It's a good way to relieve tension, massage," Debbie informed him.
"I could give you a massage if you're feeling tense," Jake said, making it sound light-hearted but hoping that his mum would agree to it.
"Okay, if you want," Debbie chirped, "You can give me a massage once you've finished your school stuff. I'm feeling a bit tense," she added, which was a lie. She felt very relaxed and content at the moment. But she wanted a massage anyway, especially by Jake. He'd done a good job the other day with her lower back.
Debbie went downstairs and Jake quickly finished his school assignment. Then he went down to the living room where Debbie, wearing a pair of tight white jeans and a pink T-shirt, was sitting watching TV.
"Ready?" she asked Jake.
Debbie got up and knelt on the floor, facing the TV, which was showing some sort of summary of the week's financial news. Debbie usually watched this to get her the career-orientated part of her mind in gear for the start of a new working week tomorrow. However, she had a hard time concentrating when Jake knelt behind her and massaged her shoulders. He just did to his mum what she'd done to him earlier, lightly squeezing the muscles between her shoulder and neck.
Debbie was feeling so relaxed and even a little horny! However, she made a promise to herself that she'd go out again sometime to a club and make sure she got picked up by a guy! She seriously needed a man, and more importantly a physical relationship with one. Jake was a handsome youth and, having bought him up single-handedly, Debbie felt closer to him than anyone in the world, and knew the feeling was mutual. But he was her son, and at fourteen still little more than a child. It was totally out of order for her to be thinking about him in 'that' way, getting a thrill out of massaging him and being massaged in turn. Okay, the boy had groped her a little last night when he thought she was asleep, but Debbie was certain that it was only because she happened to be there, asleep (or so Jake had thought) – the boy would have probably infintely preferred another woman or girl over his mum to present him with an opportunity to feel her tits.
It was time, Debbie thought, to get herself a man. Well…maybe next week. Or next month. To be honest it was too much effort to filter out the drunken idiots or absurdly flashy inflated-ego pricks that chatted her up. Perhaps she would be best to stick to her nightly masturbation sessions to satisfy her libido and leave all that messing about with relationships for a few years. After all, she could frig herself off and cum nice and hard by herself each night in bed. It was not like she was in need of an emotional relationship really – she had plenty of friends at work and Jake was fantastic company and as much a friend as he was a son.
Debbie decided to just enjoy the massage she was receiving, barely paying attention to the TV as Jake's hands worked away. The boy massaged her for fifteen-minutes before her moved back. Debbie thanked him, gave him an innocent peck on the cheek before she got up and declared she was off to make dinner.
"I'll help," insisted Jake, following his mother as if he didn't want to be apart from her if he could help it. Debbie couldn't help but be flattered by her son's affection.
The following week, Debbie was quickly caught up in her work and almost forgot about the little incident over the weekend. However, she did accept Jake's offer to give her a shoulder massage on Thursday evening. Lay on her stomach on the sofa, Jake kneeling next to her and rubbing her shoulders whilst his mum purred with delight. Jake made it out to be just a light-hearted thing, no big deal, but he naturally enjoyed it, although he barely had the courage to admit this to himself. Debbie returned the favour and was amused that her massage of Jake's shoulders was so evidently soothing that the boy dropped off to sleep!
.It had been a long time since anyone had seen her nude other than herself, but it still boosted her confidence as she admired herself. Debbie decided that she couldn't be bothered going out that night. She called Selma to tell her she couldn't make it out that night and then – after getting dressed and having an impulsive spray of perfume – Debbie went downstairs to join Jake for a nice lazy evening in front of the TV.
They sat on the sofa, casually dressed as they watched the evening's shows, often chatting more than paying attention to the programmes. Jake hoped his mum would offer him some wine later. He hoped his mum would have some too, it was funny the way – unused to alcohol – she would get quite daft and giggly on just one glass.
The theme of one sitcom was a wedding, and because the programme itself was rather weak, Jake made conversation by asking his mum if she ever planned on getting married.
"Would you want me to?" Debbie asked, sitting up close to Jake, their legs almost touching. Debbie wore denim cut-offs, showing off her legs, but had changed from her T-shirt into the pink Lycra top she normally wore last week, the one that hugged her firm round breasts and revealed her flat toned belly.
"Well…I dunno," shrugged Jake, "I was just wondering."
"I'm not sure if I will. Maybe. If I meet the right guy. Right now I'm not all that bothered."
"I sometimes worry that you don't get out more often and get a chance to meet Mr. Right because of me."
"Why do you think that honey?" Debbie asked, sad that her son felt that way and reaching out to gently stroke his bare arm with her fingers.
"I'm not sure, I just think that sometimes you feel obliged to stay at home with me tonight when you'd rather be out. I mean, your only thirty, you should have a chance to go out some nights and go wild!"
"That's not true honey, seriously! I was going to go out tonight with Selma, because I know you can look after yourself now that you're fourteen, but I chose to stay at home with you. Seriously! I don't need wild nights out anyway, they're tiresome. I'd rather sit at home like this."
"Yeah?" smiled Jake rather complimented that his mum appreciated his company so much.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" Debbie asked, abrupty, not sure why she asked.
"Just wondered. No charming young lady out there stealing my little boy’s heart is there?"
"Not really mum," laughed Jake, "You're the only woman for me." He blushed a little, not sure where that statement had come from. "I mean," he added, "I'm not ready for relationships and stuff. I just wanna, I dunno, leave all that for a while." That wasn't true of course, he was desperate for a girlfriend, mainly to see if he could get laid to the edge of his libido which had caused him to do things like he did last week, touching his mum up! Hell, that was the only reason he wanted a girlfriend.
"You're the only guy for me," Debbie smiled, and gave Jake a quick peck on the cheek. She then sat back and both sat watching TV, feeling very relaxed with each other. Debbie placed her hand back onto Jake's forearm and just lightly stroked it, feeling comfort from being in physical contact with her son. It did occur to her that she could pretend to fall asleep here, just to see if Jake would touch her up again. Then she pushed aside such thoughts. It wasn't right, she told herself. It was fine to enjoy her son's company and the way they were so close, and to find it pleasing in a light-hearted way that he'd felt her up last week in what must have surely been nothing more than adolescent curiosity, and also to enjoy just being physically close to him…but wanting him to touch her up and think of her as sexually, that was wrong. Surely. Debbie tried to concentrate on the TV.
Shortly, Debbie made herself and Jake a glass of wine, just one glass to help them relax even more. They went from sitting up on the sofa to slumped back, lounging like a pair of kids.
Jake felt his cock stirring in his pants as his mother casually stroked his arm, even though it must have only been an maternally affectionate gesture. His eyes sometimes glanced down to his mum's legs, although he tried not to look, not out of a fear of being caught but out of guilt.
At ten o'clock, a movie came on, starring Pamela Anderson, some box-office flop called Barbed Wire. In the opening credits there were lots of shots of Pamela Anderson dancing about naked, closes ups and profile images of her body, which, unlike her acting abilities, was pretty damn impressive. Jake's semi-stiff dick began to grow stiffer. Eventually the credits ended and the movie started properly, beginning with the main actress putting on her clothes which lost half the TV channel's audience straight away.
"Do you want to watch this mum?" he asked.
"I'm not bothered. You can if you want."
"Not really, it's not all that good, so I've heard."
"Ah, so you just wanted to catch the opening credits whilst Pamela Anderson is naked then?" sniggered Debbie.
"No," Jake insisted, his lie proved by his blushing cheeks (and also by the bulge in his crotch, which he hoped his mum couldn't notice).
"Do you like Pamela then?" teased Debbie.
"Not really. Well…she's okay looking."
"Do I look pretty to you honey?" she asked, taking the plunge. She knew this flirty line of enquiry could only have been fuelled by less-than innocent latent desires, but she tried to convince herself it was purely innocent.
"Of course mum," Jake smiled, looking back at his mum who had placed her hand on his shoulder, both of them totally ignoring the movie on the TV. "You're really pretty."
"Why do you ask? You're not getting self-conscious are you?" grinned Jake, "Seriously, you're pretty. All my buddies think so."
"Yeah?" laughed Debbie.
"Sure. Their mum's are middle-aged but you're really young and hot and…well, they fancy you." He gulped, his nervousness at revealing these things over-ruled by his delight that his mum was really flushed with pride at this revelation. "Most of them like you mum, it's kinda funny. I don't mind though, I'm not offended when they say things like 'Jake, your mum has the best body in the world' and stuff! It's quite er…sweet. They think your gorgeous and have great legs. And a nice bum," he added, smirking, the half a glass of wine in his system fuelling his courage to say such a thing.
Debbie laughed, neither her nor her son realizing that Jake, in the last couple of sentences, had been inadvertently revealing his opinions on his mum's body but placing the words in the mouths of his friends (although his friends did indeed share those opinions!).
"Well, I'm glad I still have the touch," Debbie smirked. She felt compelled to give Jake a kiss, just a quick peck on the lips. She did so, leaning forwards as she sat sideways on the sofa, planting her lips briefly on Jake's. She placed her hand down to support herself as she leaned forwards, unintentionally placing the palm of her hand over Jake's crotch, feeling his erect prick through his jeans. She looked down and took her hands from the boy's crotch and looked up again. They were both blushing.
"Sorry honey," she smiled.
"It's okay mum," insisted Jake, grinning nervously.
"I shouldn't go touching up my son like that, dear oh dear," she laughed
, trying to make light of the situation whilst part of her mind marveled at just how big and hard her boy's cock had felt. She tried to shake herself out of such thoughts but found it impossible. Jake was appearing quite nervous, realizing his mum was clearly now aware that he had a stiffie.
"Sorry mum," Jake shrugged.
"What honey? What do you have to be sorry about?" Debbie asked. Jake wasn't able to say it, but his mum guessed that what he meant was 'sorry I've got a big hard-on here whilst sitting next to my mum.' "Don't worry honey," she reassured him, "It's only natural, with, y'know, Pamela Anderson prancing around naked on the TV! That's what boys do, get boners when they see female flesh."
Jake laughed, his nervousness pushed aside by the amusement of hearing his mum say 'boners'. He was also aware that it had been some minutes since Pamela had been nude on the TV – his arousal was purely due to the proximity of his mum in her tight top and denim cut-offs, more flesh on display than was covered. "Besides, you touched me last week," Debbie giggled.
"How do you mean?" gasped Jake, worried.
"When I was asleep? You remember? I wasn't actually asleep; I woke up before you touched my boobies. Oh don't worry," she quickly added when Jake looked anxious, "I don't mind, it's only natural you were a bit curious. It was my fault, I should have made it known that I was awake and stuff and…well, whatever. Either way, I'm not bothered. My my, you are blushing."
"It's just…well, sorry mum."
"Hey honey, I said it's no big deal. Seriously. It's quite nice…y'know, that you think of me that way."
"Yeah?" Jake asked, thinking that he was sure it was damn perverted to think of his mum that way.
"Well…oh I don't know. I'm not sure. It was a bit startling to find you feeling my boobs…but like I said, I'm not mad. We can just forget about the whole thing and never mention it again."
"Okay mum, sure," Jake said, quickly.
"Unless," began Debbie, amazed that she was beginning this sentence! Even the glass of wine couldn't take all the blame from the daring thing she was about to say. "Unless," she repeated, "You want to touch me again. I don't mind. I quite liked it and, well…you're a curious boy and you like women's boobs. Like all boys and men. And, well…I've got boobs so…y'know…"
Jake was looking at his mum with amazement. Did she want him to touch he tits? My God she did!
"I'd like to mum, yeah. Er…if you don't mind."
"Not at all. Hell, this movie is boring," she laughed, "Like I said, you're just a curious boy, you want to see some boobies and, well, I'm your mum so I'll do my motherly duty and satisfy your curiosity." She was trying to convince herself more than her son of the innocence of this proposed plan, even though part of her mind knew damn well she just got off on the idea of exposing her charms to her son. Not to any man or boy, but her own darling son.
"Okay," Jake said, "Er…shall we do it now?"
"Yup," Debbie said. She knelt up on the sofa, facing her son, her legs under her and her firm denim-clad arse on her heels. She looked down at herself, not sure what to do for a moment, before she went and unceremoniously removed her top, dumping it on the floor. Jake turned and knelt up also, facing his mum, his eyes glued to his mother's tits. They were magnificent! Not too big, but not just average sized either – a nicely sized pair of melons, firm and beautiful and topped with strawberry red nipples.
"Do they look okay?" asked Debbie, "No guy has laid eyes on them for a while so I just want to know if they're still pleasing to the male eye." She knew damn well her breasts were great, but was still attempting to reassure herself that this lewd exhibitionism was innocent and almost just out of scientific-enquiry. This 'I just want to make sure males still like my tits' excuse didn't fool Debbie's subconsciousness one bit.
"They are mum," Jake insisted, "Um…real nice. Can I touch them?"
"Go for it honey. Knock yourself out."
Jake smiled and then nervously reached out with his right hand. He placed the tips of two fingers over his mum's right nipple, feeling a thrill at the touch. Last week he'd felt his mum's tits though her dress but now he had access to her bare flesh. He also noted how stiff his mum's nipples are and he knew that this is what happened when women were turned on. The idea that he was sexually stimulating his mum provoked far more pride and pleasure in him than guilt. He placed his hand right over his mother's right tit and placed his other hand over her left tit. He knelt, gently kneading and feeling his mother's breasts, looking down as he did so. Debbie knelt with her arms by her side, breathing slowly, glancing down at the impressive bulge in the crotch of her son's jeans. Jake stroked and fondled his mum's tits, mother and son occasionally making eye-contact and smiling, reassuring themselves that this was just a light-hearted little excercise. No big deal. After a few minutes Jake figured that he'd had his fair share of feeling his mum's boobs and he took his hands away.
"They're great mum," he said, shyly, "Thanks."
"You're welcome honey," Debbie said. She was a little sad that Jake hadn't felt her up for longer, but she remembered that she was his mum and there was no way he was going to sit feeling her up all night. She put her top on then leaned over to give Jake a quick, motherly kiss. It wasn't very motherly though. She felt compelled to keep her lips on Jake's, unable to pull away. She sensed Jake moving his arm and she was sure that he'd push her away, but instead he placed his hand on the back of her head as if to keep her in place. The boy started kissing his mum back, grinding his lips to hers. His mouth opened a little and Debbie felt an intense thrill of dark desire when she sensed Jake's tongue dart into her mouth. She moaned inwardly and responded by pushing her own tongue into the boy's mouth, both of them actively frenching each other, kissing wantonly like lovers. For a full minute they snuggled before they parted, smiling nervously.
"Sorry mum," Jake shrugged, "I got carried away."
"That's okay honey," said Debbie, flushed and aroused but certain that one of them – her son or herself – had done something wrong. "We shouldn't have done that honey, not really."
"I'm your mum sweetheart. I shouldn’t be doing things like that."
"Well, it was me that started snuggling you with tongues and things."
"Yeah, but I showed you my breasts. Oh look, let's forget about this honey. We had a bit of wine – only one glass admittedly, but neither of us is used to alcohol – and got carried away. It was fun but we shouldn't have done it. I'm sorry."
"Okay mum," Jake sighed, cutting his losses. They both nervously turned round so they sat side-by-side again. They watched some more TV before going to their respective beds at midnight. They cheerfully said goodnight to each other upstairs before going into their separate rooms, and Jake was sad that there was no goodnight kiss that evening.
CHAPTER II: JUST A BIT OF FRIGGIN FUN
Debbie and Jake felt okay the next morning, neither mentioning the incident last night. They felt no discomfort in one another's presence and Jake spent the day washing the car, helping his mum with the housework and then, in the evening, going round to a friend's house. In the house alone, Debbie had been working out in the living room when, as she did he exercises, she'd began to think of last night. She had suddenly become very horny, thinking of her son's touch on her tits and the way they'd got carried away and snogged. Turning off her music tape, Debbie had felt possessed by rampant horniness, her usually abstract sexual fantasies of been made love to by anonymous hunky men cast aside in favour of explicit thoughts about her son. She had stripped off in the living room and sat on the sofa and frigged her hot pink slit. After she had climaxed, Debbie wasn't satisfied, so she had rushed upstairs and into Jonathan's bedroom. She had lain on the boy's bed and masturbated, thinking about her son, remembering how hard his cock had felt when she accidentally touched it last night, sliding two fingers into her hot snatch whilst shoving two more up her tight arsehole. Only after two powerful climaxes did Debbie's rampant desires and thoughts subside. The naked blonde had sat up on the bed, shocked at the lust that had possessed her, particularly that it had been so consciously directed towards her son. Feeling a little ashamed she had straightened up Jake's bed then gone into the bathroom to shower.
Whilst under the hot steaming water, Debbie had heard her son arrive home. Panic had set in. Her work-out gear was downstairs and she had no clothes or dressing gown in the bathroom! She'd turned off the water and hear her son walk up the stairs.
"I'm home mum," he'd called.
"Okay honey," Debbie had replied.
She listened as Jake went into his bedroom before she made a break for it. Naked, she had slowly opened the bathroom door and glanced to one-side to where Jake's room was. The door was open but the youth could not be seen. Debbie had slipped out the bathroom, quickly walking down the hallway and into her bedroom, shutting the door behind her and breathing deeply, relieved. She went to put some clothes on.
On Thursday they were sitting watching TV. Jake was, as usual, dressed in his favorite jeans and a T-shirt, whilst Debbie wore a short red skirt and a silk dark blue blouse.
All evening Jake was anxious to ask his mum if she might like to repeat the activity of last Friday night, which neither had spoken about. He was sure his mum would refuse, given that she had appeared to have expressed regret about it immediately afterwards.
To Jake's shock – and delight – his mum made the first move.
"Jake honey?" she began.
"Yeah mum?" her son replied, casually.
"Do you want to do that thing that we did last Friday again?"
"Um, sure," Jake said, feeling thrilled, "If you want to that is. I don't want you to feel obliged to do so."
"No no, I'm fine. We're not doing anything wrong are we?"
"No, not at all," agreed Jake.
He didn't fully believe that, and he sensed his mum didn't either, given that she had spoken of 'that thing we did last Friday' rather than 'the time you played with my tits!' Jake nonetheless felt that his mother's denial of the reality of what they had done was no big deal though – if she was willing to do it, so was he.
Debbie knelt up on the sofa, unbuttoning her expensive blouse, smiling mischievously at Jake, who watched as his mum took off her blouse. She removed her bra next, kneeling up now in just her red skirt. Jake's cock was growing stiff in his pants but he couldn't hide the bulge and figured that there was no point anyway. Surely his mum knew what arousing effect this was having on his teen libido. Perhaps that was what she wanted!
"Grope away," laughed Debbie, thrusting her boobs out towards her son, keeping it light-hearted to disguise her barely hidden lust. Jake reached out and started feeling his mum's breasts, Debbie urging him on to 'do whatever you want' so that the boy didn't feel nervously obliged to keep her happy, but just content to know he could explore her boobs as his leisure. Once again, Jake noticed that his mum's nipples were very stiff which, coupled with her deep breathing, and indicated she was pretty damn turned on! He tried to ignore this fact though, and also his own erection in his pants, as he stroked and played with his mum's tits. He liked cupping them, lifting the heavy round boobs upwards and feeling their not inconsiderable weight. He would squeeze them together to emphasize her cleavage, Debbie grinning, amused as her teenaged son played with her tits like a child would play with a toy.
After five-minutes, Jake was worried that he was so turned on he would shoot his load in his pants. He took his hands away and nervously said "I've er…finished," before breaking into giggles, as did Debbie. She had to admit; there wasn't much else he could have said. She put her bra on and blouse and the two of them sat and watched some more TV. Jake left it as long as his patience would allow (three-minutes) before he claimed to be going upstairs 'to do some homework'. He came downstairs forty-minutes later, having jacked off twice and foolishly thinking his mum wouldn't have guessed what he'd really been up to! That night, in her bed alone, Debbie masturbated for an hour. She felt a bit 'dirty' for so consciously thinking of her son and how he'd so wonderfully played with her breasts earlier. However, she couldn't help herself, frigging herself madly, fingering her cunt and arsehole. She felt guilty after she had climaxed three times in sixty-minutes but was too tired to dwell on things. She fell asleep on top of the bed-covers, naked and with sticky fingers.
A few days later, on Sunday. The little breast-fondling activity was repeated. This time, it was Jake who suggested it in after he and his mum had just finished breakfast. He hadn't had his usual morning jerk-off session so he was feeling extra horny to the point of feeling confident enough to ask his mum if they could 'do that thing, y'know…where I play with your boobs'. Debbie was quite happy to comply. In the living room, on the sofa, Debbie knelt in just a pair of white jeans, her breasts on display for her son to enjoy. Jake was still in just a pair of boxer-shorts, having realized that his mum eyed him up a bit when he was topless and his sculpted young torso was on display.
He was soon merrily playing with his mum's tits, growing more comfortable, as was Debbie. She got a thrill out of this and was slowly beginning to accept this. After all – as she so often said to Jake – it was only a bit of 'fun'.
As Jake was lightly pinching her nipples and making her feel really good, she glanced down at the impressive bulge in his crotch. She cleared her throat and decided to suggest something a little more brave.
"Honey?" she began, "Do you want to relieve yourself?"
"How do you mean mum?" stammered Jake, hands on Debbie's tits, blushing.
"Well, let's be honest honey. When you've finished…playing with me, you'll nip upstairs to…relieve yourself. You follow?"
"You mean, spank my monkey?" asked Jake, grinning.
"Yeah," laughed Debbie, glad that the brief tension had been broken, "Yeah, that's what I mean. I just wasn’t, er, sure of the current terminology. Anyway, instead of scurrying upstairs and doing it in private, why not do it down here? I mean, we're friends, we're mother and son, there's no reason why we should have such secrets."
"Um…you mean, I just jack off here? In front of you?"
"If you want. You don't have to. I just thought you might find it…fun. I would, sort of."
Jake grinned. This sounded wild and more than a little kinky, but his prick was far to stiff and throbbing to give his mildly neurotic doubts about this plan any attention. He got off the sofa and, only a little nervously, took off his shorts. He stood there in just his T-shirt, his mum kneeling on the sofa in just white jeans and white socks. The nipples atop her big firm breasts were erect and her crystal blue eyes were fixed to Jake's crotch. Sprouting from his sparsely haired groin was his prick, which was seven-inches in length and incredibly hard looking. It was only a bit bigger than the average cock but it looked more sizable because Jake was fairly slender and only five-foot-five, not yet having hit his growth spurt.
"What shall I do mum?" asked Jake, kneeling in front of his mother, feeling a little shy about having his erection on display in front of his mum! He experienced a brief spasm of neuroses about doing this, but he had gone this far and was too horny to give a damn. His prick was sticking straight up like a veiny club of hard boy-meat.
"Just do what you normally do honey," Debbie suggested.
Jake nervously grasped his hard cock with one hand whilst with his other he reached out and resumed stroking his mum's breasts.
"You don't mind do you?" he asked a moment later, pumping his erection gently whilst running his hands over Debbie's tits.
"Of course not," Debbie reassured him, smiling warmly, "It's only a bit of fun, we're not doing anything unatural or freaky! I just thought that as you masturbated – and as I know you masturbate – whilst probably thinking back to playing with my boobs, I just think it makes sense, and saves time, to combine them. Don't be shy honey. You have fun."
"Are you having fun mum?"
"Of course. It's nice to feel you…y'know, play with me." Debbie was about to add how much she liked seeing her son stroke his hard adolescent cock, but she wasn't sure if she should go that far! She could barely admit it to herself. Kneeling face-to-face with his mum on the sofa, Jake masturbated for several minutes, lightly pinching his mum's nipples in turn and cupping her tits. He felt his climax quickly approaching without much warning.
"I'm gonna…cum," he stammered, beating off hard, "What shall I do mum?"
"Just keep going honey," she urged him,
feeling a surge of joy at the prospect of seeing her darling son's fountain burst!
"Keep jerking off Jake, whilst playing with my tits. Don't worry about the mess…that's it…keep pumping."
With one hand clamped firmly over his mother's right breast, Jake pumped his dick in his other fist and let out a moan of pleasure, his eyes shutting tight as he spurted his cum into the air. Most of the wads of hot string sperm splashed onto his thighs and his busy fist, but Debbie felt one big dollop splatter over her white jeans. She looked down, both at Jake's hand over her tit and also as he masturbated and fired his boy-cum everywhere. She felt such joy that her body could inspire such an appreciative burst of spunk from a boy! "Phew, I'm finished mum," smiled Jake. His cock was wilting in his slick hand. "You go and clean up honey, have a quick wash," Debbie said.
"Sure mum," Jake replied. He got off the sofa and walked out the room and upstairs, taking his boxer shorts with him. He didn't feel guilty about things at all and in fact, he felt a bit horny still! He could almost do with another wank!
They repeated that exercise that evening, Jake pumping his cock and spurting his cum over his thighs whilst he fondled his mother's tits, Debbie biting her lips to conceal her moans of pleasure as she almost climaxed without her cunt being touched! Just the feel of her son playing with her breasts and seeing him spurt his cum across his firm smooth thighs turned her on so much!
Mother and son did it again on Monday evening, and on Tuesday. Debbie worked late at the office on Wednesday but on Thursday they did it again. They were growing more confident and relaxed. Debbie soon had an idea on taking it a bit further, which she finally had the courage to suggest on Friday evening after dinner.
"Do you wanna do that thing again mum?" Jake had asked her.
'That thing' was how they referred to it as, keeping their guilt (which was rapidly diminishing anyway) about their quasi-incestuous activities at bay.
"Sure honey," Debbie smiled, "How about we do something different?"
"Like what mum?" asked Jake, excitedly.
"Well…how about I relieve you? Or, to use your terminology, why don't you let mummy 'spank your monkey'?" She giggled, then saw that Jake seemed to love the idea, his eyes filled with excitement. She was worried he'd back off, horrified. "Sure mum," he said, "That'd be cool. So er…you want to pull me off? Whilst I play with your boobies?"
"That's right. It'll give you both hands free!"
Jake grinned. His mother suggested they go to her room. It was a big spacious bedroom at the front of the house, very bright and airy with light pine furniture and pink floral bed covers. The evening sunlight streamed through the window.
"Do you want to take off all your clothes honey?" asked Debbie, "It'd mean you won't stain anything."
"Okay," Jake replied, and with no hesitation he began removing his clothes, soon standing naked and being eyed up appreciatively by his mum. He'd previously just stripped from the waist down and he felt excited at being totally nude with his mother.
"Just lay back on the bed sweetheart," Debbie said, and her son did so. She got on the bed next to him and took off her blouse and bra so that she was kneeling alongside Jake's torso in just her tight jeans and pink socks. Her tits looked as beautiful, as bouncy and as mouthwateringly firm to Jake as he lay back, looking up at his topless mother. His seven-inch cock was laying stiffly across his belly, the head purple and seeming to glow with hardness! He reached up and placed both his hands on his mum's tits, which felt very familiar to him now. Debbie reached down and gripped her son's prick in her fist. Jake whimpered quietly, feeling such a surge of pleasure from the sensation of someone else's fingers encircled his stiff shaft.
Debbie may have gone a long time since last being in bed with a man but she remembered how to give a hand-job. It wasn't that difficult after all! She stroked Jake's cock, holding the erect rod upright and pumping it in her fist. Jake stroked his mother's tits, groping at them and moaning with pleasure. Debbie felt her cunt growing moist and bursts of pleasure running around her body and down her spine as Jake pinched her nipples. After only thirty-seconds of vigorous pumping, the magnificent organ in Debbie's hand erupted.
"Oh God, mum," wailed Jake, tossing his head back and squeezing his mother's tits roughly, which turned Debbie on as she jerked her boy off. Jake's cock began spurting his slimy cum out, the stringy white goo slashing across his belly and hips. When the squirting ended, a few thick oozes of cum emerged from Jake's pisshole, running down Debbie's slippery fingers.
"Was that nice honey?" she giggled.
"It sure was mum," Jake said, exhausted, taking his hands away from his mum's chest, "Phew, I'm wasted! That was er…a good one mum. Thanks."
"My pleasure honey. It's just innocent fun isn't it?"
"Sure mum, just a bit of fun. I liked it. Can we do it again sometime?"
"Of course sweetheart. Now come on, it's getting late. Let's have some supper then it's bedtime."
"Okay mum, I'll make us something to eat."
"Have a shower first though honey."
Jake got up, grabbed his clothes and – with sperm running down his firm young torso – he left his mum's bedroom, Debbie watching her son's cute boy-bum as he left. With Jake then going into the bathroom to get cleaned up and dressed, Debbie took some tissues from a box on her dressing table and wiped the sperm off her fingers, almost desperate to get it off, not out of disgust but rather so she'd resist the temptation to lick it off!
CHAPTER III:CREAMY MOM
Debbie and Jake indulged in this new angle on their mutual fun on a daily basis, usually in the early evenings on weekdays, and then twice on Saturdays and Sundays – once in the morning, once in the evening, Jake still jerked off on his own a lot, not wanting to tire his mum out by getting her to do it for him all the time!
For the first week, they still referred to their indulgence as 'that thing' or 'the little bit of fun of ours'. Eventually, after a another week, they grew more confident as their feelings of anxiety about the taboo nature of their intimacy decreased further and they grew more relaxed in one another's presence in the course of such activity. Jake would confidently announce to his mum after dinner that 'I'm horny, could you give me one of them super-hand jobs?' and Debbie would casually chirp, 'sure, one hand-job comin' up!' before urging her son upstairs. He couldn't get upstairs fast enough! Debbie gave a great hand job and Jake loved the feeling of her hand pumping his cock and sending his sperm erupting into the air all over his belly. He liked it when stray drops of semen landed on his mum's hand or arm. Once a nice dollop hit her bare thigh when she was wearing just shorts. They still kept things light-hearted though.
The most exciting time for Jake was when his mum beat him off in his own room. It had been a Saturday morning and he'd been coming out the bathroom in just his shorts with a big hard-on when his mum had come out of her room in just a dressing gown. After greeting each other good-morning, Debbie had spotted the tent her son had erected in his shorts and casually asked him to go to his room and wait naked on the bed whilst she went to the bathroom. Jake had done so, laying back naked with a big morning stiffie. To his delight his mum came into his room wearing just a pair of white cotton panties, almost see-through, her blonde bush almost visible through the thin white material. As usual, Debbie had knelt next to Jake and whacked him off with her skilled fist, Jake fondling his mum's tits but looking down past her flat belly to her panties. They were visibly moist and confirmed Jake's suspicion that his mum was really getting off on this too. He wondered if she'd let him masturbate her! He knew that women fingered themselves and found it impossible to believe that his mum didn't do it. Soon enough, his cock exploded in his mum's fist and his cum reached over a foot in the air before descending and splashing onto his torso. It was then that Debbie, without her cunt being touched in anyway, had actually cum just watching her son having an orgasm. She had gasped and panted, stifling her moans of pleasure, but Jake had been able to tell exactly what was going on. His mum was cumming, and it felt so erotic to watch that after breakfast, when his mum went out to visit a friend, Jake had gone and fished out his mum's panties from the linen basket, the ones she'd worn that morning. He'd held them to his face, sniffing them and inhaling the musky aroma of her cunt, whilst beating off. He'd cum then, almost immediately stiff again, he'd masturbated a second time whilst fondling the panties. After shooting more sperm he'd put the garments back in the basket. Jake had felt a little bit of guilt whilst he had a shower. He'd previously felt no guilt at all in the three weeks since he'd first started being allowed to play with his mother's tits and then having her jerk him off. He put it down to being because he'd got the panties behind his mum's back. True, even baring in mind recent events he didn't think he'd be able to ask his mum if could have her panties to sniff! However, it was because it was done sneakily that he felt a few twinges of guilt for the first time in ages. He decided to avoid such clandestine pervasions in the future and just be grateful for the delights of getting regular topless-hand jobs from his own gorgeous mum! He had one that evening, which proved that his guilt wasn't all encompassing with regards to his activities with his mother.
Another week went by. It was now late June. Debbie and Jake both held the opinion that what they were doing wasn't quite 'normal' but it was undoubtedly fun and furthermore was a good way of preventing things from getting out of hand. Mother and son both privately thought that they would go to far and have sex with each other if their desires were left unchecked and so, by indulging in some topless hand-jobs, they were, in fact, taking the edge off of their lust and keeping it from getting out of hand. They were, they theorized to themselves, preventing incest rather than indulging in it.
Both of them, in the back of their minds, knew that the theory was a pile of shit. Their lust for each other was only growing.
One evening, jerking her son off whilst topless, Debbie had felt the urge to strip naked. She had seen her son totally nude and felt it was only fair that he see her nude. She suggested it to Jake who was, naturally, rather pleased! Letting go of Jake's cock, Debbie had got off the bed and removed her shorts and panties, and also her socks. She was as naked as her son, and Jake was lost for words at the beauty of his mother's body. Her cunt was bordered with lightly trimmed blonde hair and, when Debbie turned round to put her clothes in a neat pile on a chair, Jake got a great look at her beautiful behind. Then Debbie smiled sexily and got back on the bed, taking up where she left off. Jake didn't bother touching his mother's tits, he was content to just look down at her moist slit between her slightly parted thighs whilst he was jerked off by his mum. His sperm soon erupted whilst he stammered out cries of joy and lustful compliments about his mother's body.
During the next week, Debbie tried going naked a few more times. Sometimes she still kept on panties or even jeans, but other times she went naked. They were doing it twice an evening during the week now and Debbie usually just went topless for the session before dinner but would be totally naked for the later session before bed. Jake didn't touch up his mother's tits much either, he enjoyed running his hands over her stomach or ribs, or – when she wore shorts or was naked – along his mother's thighs. He didn't touch her cunt though, but his fluttering fingers clearly wanted to go there. He was too nervous to go for it and feel her lovely moist cunt and Debbie was too nervous to ask him to. He would run his hands up and down her inner thighs though and soon Debbie was doing it naked all the time.
"Show me your cunt mum," Jake was soon confidently saying as his mum would pump his cock. She'd obliging part her thighs further, caring less and less that what they were doing was clearly making them both more lustful rather than keeping their urges in check. "Mmmm, what a lovely cunt mum. Oh yeah," Jake would gasp. "It's nice and wet honey, nice and hot and wet," Debbie would boast, stroking Jake's cock which would soon dutifully spray hot cum everywhere. Debbie previously would angle Jake's cock in her fist to direct the cum over the boy's torso but she was soon holding it upright when the thick rod fired it's sauce, so that the cum would often splashdown on her arm.
Jake loved the sight of seeing his sperm on his mother's lovely skin. It glistened so bright and white against the tanned flesh of her lovely slender body.
"Mom, can I cum on your boobs?" he asked one Monday evening, whilst his mum was – like him – nude whilst jerking him off. His arousal had loosened his tongue and made him feel more confident.
"Okay honey," Debbie smiled. It sounded like a fine idea, and besides, they were both reaching the point where they had admitted to themselves that this was a far from innocent exercise anymore and, furthermore, that this didn't bother them!
Debbie lay on her back along her bed. Jake knelt astride her stomach, his heavy balls dangling over her flat belly. The boy pumped his seven-inch tool, the swollen purple head hovering above her nice plump tits. Debbie licked her lips as she watched. She enjoyed it when stray drops of sperm hit her arm or even her thighs, but this was the first time Jake would be aiming the flow onto her directly and deliberately.
"I'm going to finger myself," Debbie pointed out, feeling it only fair to warn her son in case he might, somehow, disapprove. Not every boy would be keen on witnessing his own mum masturbates.
"Go for it mum, go for it," panted Jake, furiously jerking off. Debbie reached down under Jake's crotch down to her own groin, and she slid two fingers into her cunt to the knuckle.
"Mmmm, uuuh," Debbie moaned, for the first time able to actually frig her juicy cunt during these sessions with her son. She had thought of them as mutual-masturbation session but really this was the first time there had been anything mutual about it, although Debbie had climaxed sometimes just by her son feeling her tits up whilst she pulled his cock. "Oh my God, I'm gonna cum," Debbie grinned, working hard on her cunt, her climax rushing up within moments, "Oh God, oh yeah. Oh Jake, mummy is cumming…uuuuh!"
She squirmed erotically under Jake, who continued whacking off whilst kneeling astride her.
"Me too mum," he grunted, "Me too…all over your lovely tits mum….oh GOD!" He pumped his cock with his blurred fist and his sperm began to erupt. It lashed out in stringy wads that sprayed over Debbie's tits. Still in the height of her own climax, Debbie moaned with absolute desire and lust, four fingers up her twat and looking down as her son ejected his cum over her chest. "It's a big load," Jake grinned, slowing down his wrist actions, his prick oozing out the last of his sperm which landed on his mother's sperm-splattered tits.
"Wow, that was fun," Debbie said.
Jake moved to one side and lay back. Debbie took her fingers out her cunt and lay on her side, facing Jake, propped up on her elbow.
"You looked cool frigging yourself mum," Jake commented, looking to the side at his mother's
Pretty, smiling face,
"How come you don't normally do it when you're frigging me?"
"I don't know, son. I just thought you might not like to see it for some reason."
"I liked seeing it mum! You should do it more often."
Debbie smiled. They originally thought of this as for Jake's benefit, just his dear mum helping him relieve the randy teenager instead of him doing it himself. There was also the idea of giving him the thrill and novelty of feeling her tits. Now they had been doing this for six-weeks and there was no doubt feeling breasts was no longer a novelty for Jake (although he still loved it!) and now it was clear that both were turned on by the situation to a great degree. Debbie looked at her handsome young son's face and leaned over, placing her lips to his. She'd meant it as an affectionate but maternal kiss but soon they were snuggling lustily. Their tongues slid in and out of one another's mouths, exploring each other's gums and wrestling with the other's tongue. They moaned inwardly with pleasure, Debbie's tits squashed against her son's chest, transferring the sperm that covered her breasts to his skin.
After a minute they moved apart.
"This is fun mum," Jake grinned, "You're okay about it though?"
"Of course," Debbie insisted, stroking her son's hair, "I like it, we're both having fun. As long as we don't have actual…y'know, intercourse…then it's not sex. And if it's not sex then it's not wrong."
Jake smiled. Curiously, this was the first time the word 'sex' had ever been mentioned in relation to their activities. They both agreed with this theory, that they were not really having sex, even though it was pretty much close enough to it! The limits as to how far they would go in their 'games' were being pushed back constantly.
"Let's do this more often mum," Jake said, "We can do loads of things as long as we don't have actual sex. I can cum on you and all sorts of stuff and…"
"Calm down my randy little son," laughed Debbie, kissing the boy again.
The next evening, they repeated the activity, Debbie frigging her twat whilst her son knelt over her, pumping his cock and spurting his frothing love-sauce over her tits. When they did it again before bed, Jake hit his mum in the face with one rather powerful burst of sperm. They both giggled.
They also decided to kissed more frequently. Sometimes it was during or after their mutual masturbation antics, but sometimes it was just when they were sitting around the house. For example, watching TV in the evening, when the commercial break came on, they'd sometimes just snigger like naughty teenagers as they turned to each other and snuggled, their tongues sliding into one another's mouths. Jake had claimed that he wanted 'practice' kissing for when he got a girlfriend, that he'd be 'more confident' at kissing if he could just practice with his mum. Debbie accepted this reason for their hot incestuous frenching even though she didn't believe it in her heart anymore than Jake did.
On Saturday morning, before breakfast, Jake woke up in bed with a huge hard-on. He recalled with glee that week's numerous incidents of spurting his cum on his mother's tits. It had felt fantastic and, like his mum, he still felt his anxiety about doing such things with his own mum was minimal. He stroked his prick and wondered if his mother was awake.
Luckily she was, and she knocked on Jake's door a moment later.
"Come in mum," Jake smiled, kicking the duvet off his bed so that his naked young body was exposed.
"Morning honey," Debbie chirped as she entered the room. She was nude too, having guessed what her son would be in the mood for.
"I need to jerk-off mum," Jake announced without shame, "Would you care to help?"
"I'm sure I can honey," Debbie giggled.
She hopped up onto the bed next to her son and leaned over him, clamping her lips to his. They kissed gently, passionately but not rampantly. Then Debbie knelt up again, smiled pleasantly at her horny fourteen year old son and reached down to grasp his thick shaft. She stroked it lightly, her legs parted and her cunt pointing towards Jake. She reached down and began stroking her clit, moaning softly, frigging her cunt at the same rate she frigged her son. Jake was fascinated at the sight of his mum's fingers working around her cunt. When she normally fingered herself these last few days it had been whilst Jake was kneeling over her, jerking off on her tits. Her cunt would be under and behind him so this was the first time he'd actually been able to see her fingering herself. It was a charming sight, his mum soon easing two fingers into her cunt.
"That looks good mum," he breathed, "Finger yourself mum, it's turning me on."
"It's turning me on too," sighed Debbie, her pink vaginal lips wet and slippery. Her arousal was heightened by the awe and delight in her son's eyes as he watched her. Her fist pumped Jake's throbbing cock at a steady rate.
A few minutes later, Jake reached out and placed his hand on his mum's thigh as she knelt next to him. He ran his fingers up and down her thigh, squeezing the firm limb a few times. He then gently ran his fingertips of her taut lower abdomen, so close to where her fingers were busy sliding in and out of her cunt.
"Let me do it mum," he said, after gaining finally gaining the courage, "I want to finger you. You jerk me off mum, so it's only fair I return the favor."
Normally Debbie would have had to think about this, wondering whether it would be 'okay' and if she ought to go this extra step. They had gone so far since the innocent activity of Debbie just letting Jake play with her boobs, right on through him jerking himself on whilst fondling her tits through to now, with them both naked, Debbie fingering her cunt whilst jerking off her son. Both she and Jake were still desperately trying to avoid things from getting to the point of being incest. Debbie's arousal levels were sky-high though and she cared little for such things now.
"Okay honey," she panted, "Go for it."
She took her fingers out her cunt and parted her thighs, her twat within easy reach of Jake. He moved his finger down between her legs and to her cunt, the tips of his digits reaching her furry pubic-mound. He lightly ran his fingers through it, then down to the shiny little clit just beyond where her pubic hair thinned out. He rubbed it, noting the smile of joy on his mother's face.
"Rub mummy's clit honey," Debbie urged him, still pumping the boy's proud tool. For a few minutes Jake rubbed his mother's clitoris before he moved down to the pink slit that lead into the womb from which he'd come from fourteen years beforehand. He gently pushed his forefinger and index finger into it, sliding them easily into the hot wet canal.
"Oh honey, that's good," Debbie gasped, this the first time that anyone else had, in a long long time, entered her cunt with their fingers or, indeed, any other bodily appendage! "Finger mummy Jake, frig me, just like I'm frigging you honey."
"Your frigging me good mum, I'll blow my load soon. I want to make you cum though."
"You will honey…you will…work those fingers in and out of me…that's it…faster…oh GOD!" Debbie gasped, her climax taking her by surprise, "Oh yeah, yeah….JAKE HONEY. Finger me!" She pushed her crotch into her son's fingers, the digits up her twat to the knuckle. Her big boobs jiggled as she jerked and writhed in ecstacy, her eyes fluttering. "Oh honey, I'm cumming, yeah. Yeah." "Me too mum, keep jerking me off…uuuuh!" Jake cried. His mum was furiuosly frigging his cock with her clenched fingers round his shaft. His cock began spurting his cum across his belly, Debbie watching with lust as her son's balls were emptied in a geyser of hot cum. She jerked him off until his sperm was spent, his sauce sprayed across his belly and chest. Jake continued frigging his mother's cunt until her simultaneous orgasm had finished.
"That was fantastic honey," Debbie grinned, taking her hand from her son's prick.
"It sure was mum," Jake agreed, taking his slick fingers out of his mother's cunt,
"Wow! It's so much fun when we can please each other. You've just been frigging me up until now but I think I should do it to you. It's a good way of relieving both our libidos and stuff."
"That's right honey," Debbie said, yawning with fatigue, "Phew, I'm tired." She lay alongside Jake, giving him a loving kiss. Then they lay next to each other, on their backs, shoulders touching. It was a while before they had the energy to get up for breakfast.
After a morning of chores, they went up to Debbie's bedroom for more fun before lunch. They were quickly divested of their clothes.
The afternoon was a bit more normal though. Debbie went to one of her friend's house for a coffee whilst Jake had a friend over, showing him his new Play station 2. In the evening, his friend having gone home, Jake cooked him and his mum dinner. They then watched TV, sitting up close on the sofa, sipping a glass of wine. Jake had a hard-on most of the evening and was looking forward to the inevitable mutual frigging before bed. They did it in the living room, Debbie sitting back on the sofa, just wearing a T-shirt, legs spread. Jake knelt between her thighs and fingered her cunt and rubbed her clit until she came. He was so aroused at this that once his mother's climax had ended he immediately knelt up and shuffled forwards so his cock was aiming at his mum's cunt. Debbie looked down and thought, for a shocked moment, that her son was about to enter her. Should she stop it? Should she prevent her son from committing full-blown incest? She was wrestling with these thoughts for a few seconds before she saw Jake grip his cock in his fist and began masturbating. Debbie almost felt disappointed that he hadn't entered her, although she tried to think that it was for the best that he had not done so.
"I'm going to cum all over your cunt mum," grinned Jake, jerking off hard. "Best not get any on my top," Debbie smiled, pulling up the hem of her T-shirt and exposing her flat belly. Jake looked down at his mother's spread thighs, her pink wet slit, her bush of golden pubic hair and her flat toned abdomen.
"You've got such a good body mum," he panted, feeling his sperm begin to boil up from his heavy balls, "So gorgeous! It's an honor to cum on it…uuuh…uh uh uh…here it is mummy…. shit!"
He frigged his erection in his tight grasp let out a long moan as he began spurting his sticky jism all across his mother's lower belly. A couple of stray drops did fly up and reach his mother's T-shirt, which was bunched up below her tits, but most of the stringy semen went across her
Abdomen. When the spurts ended he stroked his wilting prick and oozed jism across her fuzzy pubic mound. "Thank you mum," Jake said, leaning over Debbie to kiss her.
"Thank you son," Debbie smiled. Jake's cock nudged at her cunt lips. If he'd been erect he'd have probably entered her, but his prick was softening thanks to once more spurting it's sticky sauce across his mother's beautiful lithe body. "Time for bed I think."
Within a week of the escalation of their activities, Jake had christened every part of his mum's body with sperm. He'd spun ked up on her tits and belly of course, but soon he'd aimed his sticky loads over his mum's thighs or her back, or even in her hair. He loved masturbating on her bottom, Debbie laying on her belly, hands under her body so she could finger her cunt whilst Jake whacked off and sprayed his foaming jism across his mother's cute buttocks. He also enjoyed it when his mum got on all fours so he could have great access to her arsehole, which he'd finger deeply. Jake would slide two finger into his mum's cunt from behind and two into her arse, and after his digital attentions had bought her off, he'd remove his fingers and furiously jack off, spraying his jism all over his mum's spread arse. Her pink hairless anus would twitch when globs of her son's fuck-sauce struck it dead-on.
Another week passed of the mother and son's mutual masturbation sessions. Their claims that they were just ‘working off frustrated libidos’ were wearing thin, given that they prolonged their sessions. Jake would pull back from his orgasms to keep himself in check so that the fun could continue, Debbie often encouraging this. Jake, being just fourteen, was youthful enough to cum more than once and sometimes the sessions would last for hours as the boy unloaded his nuts twice or even three times over his mum, spending the times in between his erections fingering his mother to her own orgasms. Sometimes they'd spend a whole evening – seven o'clock to midnight – in bed naked and bringing each other off with more and more inventive delights. Debbie grew to love having her face (or any other part of her body) splattered with her son's cum and would often fall asleep deliberately without washing it off so she could wake up with drying cum on her skin. A fresh load would usually join it as mother and son usually jerked one another off first thing in the morning, as well as several times an evening. Debbie's language grew more heated too, her previously light-hearted quips replaced with comments like "Cum on my face honey, spurt it all fucking over me!". She would encourage Jake to do likewise, and the boy delighted in spurting his semen over one part of his mother's body or other whilst crying "Fucking hell mum, I'm Cumming, yeah…fuck!" They'd French kiss like rampant lovers more and more, soon becoming more and more like lovers, except that they still refrained from intercourse.
The pair still kept up their social lives, Debbie going out with her friends and Jake going round to his pal's houses. Sometimes Jake's friends would come to his house, making the usual lewd comments about Debbie when the woman was out the room.
Jake got home on a Friday afternoon and as soon as he stepped into the house he heard the dance music coming from the living room, which his mum usually played as, she worked out. He kicked off his sneakers, looking forwards to the weekend ahead, and went into the living room.
"Hi mum," he said, standing in the doorway.
"Hiya honey," Debbie smiled, working out naked. She was standing with her legs apart, facing Jake, hands on her hips and swiveling at the waist.
"You look nice mum," the youth smiled as he dumped his school bag on the floor.
"Thanks honey," giggled Debbie, "I'm all sweaty and flustered though!"
"You still look nice. You look hot when your sweaty."
"I am hot," commented Debbie, halting her actions, "I've been working out for almost an hour." She loosened up, standing and stretching her arms, taking a deep breath. He short golden hair clung to her pretty face which was glistening with sweat. "I'm aching too. Would you like to give me a massage?"
"Sure mum," Jake commented, trying to keep the sound of awe and lust out of his voice, so infatuated was the teenager with the sight of his mother's beautifully lithe nude body.
Debbie got down on the floor, laying on her stomach, Jake's cock stiffening in his pants as his eyes followed the elegant curve of his mother's spine down to her mouthwatering buttocks.
"How about some massage 'cream' mum!" grinned Jake, unzipping his flies.
"Hmmm, sounds lovely honey. Spurt it over my back and rub it in Jake."
Within moments, Jake was naked, the fourteen year old's pale adolescent body looking lean, his seven-inch erection sticking straight up in the air. It was rock hard and looked as if it would spurt should Jake just touch it!
"Here we go mum," Jake grinned, kneeling astride his mother's arse, his heavy young balls dangling over her the deep cleft between her pert round cheeks. He stroked his prick with slow, hard strokes. His mother shivered with excitement at the prospect of the cum shower she was about to receive. "Uuuh, here it is already," panted Jake, smirking. He jerked off faster and faster, his sperm soon shooting out in thick wads. He cried out as his ejected his syrupy white goo across his mother's bare back, Debbie proud of the way her naked body could arouse her son to an orgasm so quickly. She squirmed and murmured with delight as Jake's young fuck-sauce rained upon her. When the spurting had stopped, Jake squeezed the last oozes of sperm from his cock and leaked them over his mother's skin. Her back was dotted and slashed with sperm, small puddles of it forming at the base of her spine, thick globs splattered across her shoulders and between her shoulder blade. Jake let go of his dick and began massaging his mother, running the tips of his fingers through his own salty goo and rubbing it into his mother's back. He was good at massage, having done it on his mum a lot recently, and Debbie was feeling incredibly relaxed in a horny, fatigued kind of way, soothed by her son's spermy fingers kneading and rubbing her back. She almost dozed off! It was only the wet itch in her twat the kept her awake, the intense need to masturbated. Or to be masturbated!
"There ya go mum," Jake said, dismounting his mother, "All done."
"Thanks honey," purred Debbie, lifting herself up onto her hands and knees, her back glistening with the semen that had been thoroughly massaged into it, "I'm in need of a bit of 'relief' myself, care to service me?"
"I sure would mum," Jake replied, eagerly kneeling behind his mother's upturned rear. Her pert arse was spread, her hairless pink arsehole winking above her tight slit. Jake slowly pushed two fingers up to the knuckle into his mum's cunt, the ease in which he did so testimony to how wet Debbie had become. Then the boy pushed the forefinger of his other hand up into Debbie's anus.
"Mmmmmm, that's it sweetie," murmured Debbie, her head resting to one side on the carpet, "Frig me honey, finger both my holes. Oooooh! That is so good!"
Jake was proud of his digital actions and the pleasure they bought to his horny mum. He fingered her vagina and anus with skilled movements, watching his mother squirm as she remained bent over, moaning with enjoyment.
"I'm cumming honey," Debbie shortly began wailing, digging her fingernails into the carpet as her son's fingers probed her holes, "Jake, darling…frig me…oh GOD! Yeah!"
Jake slid two fingers up to the knuckle in his mother's tight cunt and two more up her rectum, wriggling the digits about and heightening his mother's climax, Debbie bucking her bum against her son's probing fingers.
"Want to go to bed mum?" Jake asked after the late-film had finished, hugging his mother close to him.
"Okay honey," Debbie replied.
"Shall we go to your bed or mine first?" Jake asked, "For our little 'fun'?"
"Let's go to mine. We can stay there too. I fancy sleeping with you." "Yeah?" "Sure, why not? It's Saturday tomorrow, we can wake up and have a little er…fun, before breakfast." "Okay," grinned Jake, liking the idea of sleeping next to his mother all night.
"Let's go kid," Debbie said, kissing Jake then getting up off the sofa. She held out her hand and her son took it. They turned the lights off and went upstairs.
In Debbie's bedroom, the blonde thirty year old mother turned on the lamps that flanked the double-bed. Jake swiftly removed his shorts, his cock jutting out hard and stiff from his sparsely haired groin. His mother also removed what little she was wearing, her slender body lit up warmly in the light of the softly glowing lamps.
"Hop on the bed honey," Debbie said, patting the center of the large King Sized bed. Jake did so, lying back naked, his stiff young cock lying erectly across his belly. His beautiful blonde mother elegantly stepped onto the bed and knelt alongside him. "Mmmm, you have such a fine prick son," she said, reaching out and clasping her son's tool in her hand. She held it upright and stroked it, Jake purring with delight. He reached out between his mother’s legs and lightly stroked her cunt lips and clit. After a moment he slid two fingers up into his mother's cunt, into the knuckle.
"Do you like that mum?" he asked.
"Mmm, I do honey," Debbie sighed, still jerking off Jake. She looked down at her son's prick in her fist, her big blue eyes full of passion. She also across to her son's face, the boy looking so handsome and youthful, his eye's shut as he bathed in the joyfully simple sensation of being masturbated. Debbie had recently began to wrestle with her conscious, not because of the mutual-masturbation she indulged in with her son, with her all-consuming love for the boy. She'd justified her actions with Jake by thinking it of an extension of her maternal love for him. But she'd realized now that she'd long since begun to love him as a lover would. She was infatuated him. The boy was delightful in his youthful beauty, tireless with his libido and perpetually stiff cock, and as her son, devoted to her far more than any husband would have been.
"Take your fingers out of my cunt a minute Jake," Debbie said, her voice heavy with lust. Jake did so, opening his eyes and wondering what his mother was doing.
Barely conscious of what she was doing, Debbie swung a leg over Jake's hips, still holding his penis upright. She lowered herself, the head of Jake's cock slipping into her cunt. Debbie took her hand from the boy's erection and sank down, so quickly that it appeared as if she was desperate to conclude the consumation of her lust before she pulled herself back.
"Mom!" gasped Jake, looking down at where his prick was now fully buried in the cunt from which he emerged fourteen years previously.
"Oh Jake, now we have to do something other then just feeling and touching. Are you ready my dear," Debbie panted, leaning down, her hands flat on Jake's chest, "Let's do it! Let's fuck, it's what we've been leading up to!"
"Mom…oh, that's fantastic," moaned Jake, "Oh yeah! Uuuuh!"
His mother's cunt was tight round his prick, Debbie not having been actually sexually penetrated in a number of years. She was making up for lost time though as she began to ride her son, grinding her cunt down onto his throbbing young prick. She clamped her lips to Jake's and they kissed rampantly, far more passionately than when they'd kissed previously. Debbie's beautiful pert arse rose and fell, clapping onto Jake's thighs as she humped up and down. They both moaned with desire into each other's mouths, their bodies pressed together as they fucked. Jake reached round and embraced his mother, stroking her back as he humped upwards, driving his cock into her tight clasping cunt. His hands strayed down and gripped his mother's firm buttocks, helping to lift her up as she rode his tool.
Shortly, Debbie took her lips from Jake, her body wracked with a powerful orgasm from her son's thrusting prick.
"Do it honey, fill me with it, fuck my cunt! AH GOD!"
They both orgasmed together, their bodies wracked with pleasure. Jake's young prick spurted hot cum into Debbie's cunt, the boy overwhelmed with delight. It had been fantastic these last weeks shooting his cum over his mum, often with his mum working his cock with her fist. But shooting in her body was something different, something far better! Debbie was also overwhelmed with the fantastic novelty of their forbidden act. She'd enjoyed jerking off her son and/or having his warm young cream pumping across her face or tits or some other part of her naked body. But feeling the boy's ejaculate fill her hot cunt drove her wild, her climax prolonged and powerful.
"Oh yeah," Debbie sighed, exhausted, her orgasm ebbing away. She collapsed into Jake's arms, resting her head on the boy's shoulder. Stuck in Debbie's cunt, Jake's dick began to soften, oozing the last of his fuck sauce.
It was a few moments before Debbie found the strength to raise her head.
"That was fantastic," she smiled, "But er…"
"I don't think we should have done it."
"Mmmm," pondered Jake, "Um…I guess…not."
"It was fun though," grinned Debbie.
"It sure was mum, even better than the other stuff we've been doing."
Debbie dismounted Jake, the boy's cock slipping out of her wet cunt. They lay alongside each other, nude and dishevelled, looking up at the ceiling.
"We shouldn't feel too guilty," Debbie said, still attempting to comprehend the enormity of what she'd done. It was undoubtedly perverse and illegal for a thirty year old woman to have sex with a fourteen year old boy. Bearing in mind the boy was her own son made Debbie shiver – partly with fear at being caught, but mostly with a strange sense of pleasure! The taboo nature of the sex she'd just had sent a tingle of excitement up her spine. Likewise, Jake was pondering the feeling of having committed the ultimate taboo – having sex with his own mum. But whilst the earlier, tentative sex-games and masturbation with his mother had provoked little stabs of guilt and anxiety, having gone 'all the way' he felt nothing but calm.
"Son?" Debbi said, after a few moments.
"Yeah mum?" Jake replied.
"We just got carried away back there didn't we?"
"I liked it though, did you?"
"I did mum! It was…great."
"Well," continued Debbie, "It was a big step we've taken and even if we enjoyed it we shouldn't take it as lightly as this. I think that we should go to sleep and see how we feel in the morning." What this meant was: if we still don't feel guilty about having fucked in the morning, we'll do it again! Jake picked up this meaning in his mum's words and he smiled.
"Let's go to sleep then mum."
They climbed under the covers, turned off the lamps, and snuggled down to sleep in one another's arms.
Jake awoke the next day – Saturday morning – naked on top of the covers of his mother's bed. His mum was not next to him. Rubbing his eyes, Jake sat up and saw that it was only just getting light outside. The clock read 6:02AM. Jake was naked and his cock was rock hard, the boy thinking back to the joy of last night.
The sound of the lavatory flushing came from the bathroom next door. A moment later, Debbie entered the room. She was naked, her slender body looking fantastic in the morning light.
"Morning mum," grinned Jake.
"Hi honey," Debbie smiled, hopping up onto the bed. She knelt alongside her son.
"So," began Jake, "About er…last night."
"How do you feel about it?"
"I think it was fantastic!" beamed Debbie, "I've been awake for an hour, mostly just laying here next to you whilst you were asleep, thinking about what we did. Quite frankly, I don't see anything wrong with what we did, if we both enjoyed it."
"Yeah, I definately enjoyed it mum!"
"Good, so did I Jake. Perhaps it's 'wrong' to other people but as it's something private between us I don't think we should concern ourselves with such things."
"Also," added Jake, "the only other option we have is to never do it again and just go back to frigging each other which, whilst enjoyable, was nothing compared to last night. I couldn't break off what we have together mum," continued the boy as he gazed at his mother with pure love in his eyes, "It's fantastic, if anything it's heightened by you being my mum."
"I agree honey," Debbie grinned, feeling excited. She'd worried about what her son would think of her this morning, whether he would back off. After all, it had been Debbie who had mounted Jake and taken the step of fucking him. She felt so glad the boy was as happy as she was by this development. "Let's do it again," she said, stroking her son's cheek, "Let's do it as often as possible! As long as it's just us two together, with no-one outside this household knowing about it, we're not doing anything wrong. Honey, I can't tell you how much I've wanted to be fucked by you since we started fooling around with each other."
"Same here mum, I've always thought you were pretty and recently I've admitted to myself that I want to fuck you. You're the most beautiful woman in the world! I'm proud to want to fuck you, I want to fuck you all the time!"
"Ooooh, let's do it right now honey," panted Debbie, hot with lust and excitement, "In fact, I think I'll suck your cock. All the times I've jerked you off I've been secretly thinking of sucking you off. Let's go for it! Let's throw aside all our nonsensical inhibitions!"
And with that, the beautiful naked thirty year old mother bent down and took her son's cock into her mouth. She'd wanted to fellate him for so long and now she moaned with lustful pleasure as she sucked down Jake's prick deep into her mouth.
"Oh mum, that's good," moaned Jake, "Mmmmmm. Suck it mum!"
Debbie may not have had much of a sex-life for a number of years, but she was no virgin! She remembered how to suck cock and hadn't forgotten the techniques. She slurped lovingly on Jake's prick, running her tongue over the head, her lips tight around the base of his shaft. The boy's cock-head was nudging her tonsils.
"Let me lick you mum," Jake panted, "I want to eat out at the same time. Swing your cunt over my face."
Without taking Jake's dick out of her gullet, Debbie swung her lower body round so that her knees were either side of Jake's head. She lowered her crotch so that her tight snatch was over the boy's face. Jake immediately pressed his lips to his mum's cunt, slurping and licking at them with pent-up lust. He worked his tongue into her hot slit whilst his mother moaned with pleasure whilst continueing to suck his erection.
They lay in a compact sixty-nine on the bed, moaning and sucking and slurping between one another's thighs. Debbie climaxed after a few minutes, grinding her cunt onto Jake's face, her cries of pleasure muffled by her son's dick wedged in her throat. Jake slurped on the juices that ran from his mother's cunt, digging his tongue deep into her womb. He had his own climax not long afterwards, his prick exploding in his mum's mouth. Debbie greedily gulped down all her son's creamy fuck-sauce, keeping her lips round the base of his long cock so that the cum-spurting head was far down in her mouth. She swallowed every drop and continued sucking even as her son's dick began to soften, not able to get her fill of his juices.
Finally, they parted, both smiling with slick lips. They hugged and kissed, stroking each other's bodies.
"Wow, your hard again honey," Debbie observed a moment later, running her fluttering fingers over the teenager's iron-hard cock.
"I sure am mum!"
"Fuck me son, fuck your mother," demanded Debbie, laying on her back, legs spread. Jake mounted her swiftly, sliding his cock into her wet cunt. He buried himself into the hilt and began fucking his mum, their naked bodies pressed together.
"Fuck me honey, oh God, oh yeah!" panted Debbie, "Fuck my cunt sweetheart."
"Yeah mum, yeah. I love you mum, I love your cunt. Uh, uh, uhhhhh!"
They began kissing, their tongues sliding into one another's mouths. Jake pumped his cock in his mother's cunt, delighting in the feel of her hot body pressed to his. Debbie reached round and grabbed her son's tight buttocks he rammed his tool into her.
Debbie had another powerful orgasm ten-minutes later, taking her lips from Jake's and crying out with wanton, unashamed lust as her son fucked her. Another ten-minutes after that, Jake cried out with lust and shot his hot teen sperm into his mother's cunt, his prick twitching as it fountained almost a dozen thick wads of cream into Debbie's cunt.
The pair of them lay together for a while before drifting off to sleep again for a while.