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Cassandra Wells wrapped up her anchoring of the news at the local TV station and headed for the door. As was her daily practice, as soon as she finished the broadcast, she headed straight home. She was not one to linger and socialize with the crew. All to often, it always turned into some lewd discussion with at least one of the guys hitting on her. She had the complete package and she considered it a curse. She was a beautiful woman to say the least. She was 5'8" tall, shoulder length blonde hair, 38D tits, a slim figure, the perfect inverted heart shaped ass and long, shapely legs. And she had a face no man could forget. She had been the anchor for four years. Two months after taking the anchor role, her station was number one in the ratings by more than double the the other stations combined. She received at least a dozen marriage proposals via mail each week. She was the reason that this city of 200,000 bucked the trend of people getting most of the news via the internet. In this market, surveys showed most people tuned in to watch her for their news. Not only was she beautiful, but she was articulate, personable, firm when she needed to be, but also showed her fun loving side when the segment called for it. But she could not go out in public. Men harassed her and women were constantly elbowing their hubbies for looking too long. When she did try to go out, she tried to go incognito as much as possible, but it rarely worked. She was more often recognized than the town mayor in public and was certainly more popular. Her husband had been a career military man, a chopper pilot, and for their 20 years of marriage, they had moved almost as many times. So she had few friends. Only an 18 year old son, Adam. Her husband had been chosen for a covert military mission and was ultimately shot down in enemy territory three years ago, leaving her a single mother of a teenage boy.

Adam was a fine young man in every sense of the word. He was quiet, never any trouble, had few friends himself partly because they moved so much while he was growing up and partly because he gave up trying, knowing that he would leave soon and didn't see the point. Adam was 6'3" tall, broad shouldered, and muscular. He was not into sports. He saw no point since he never stayed anywhere long enough to establish himself with a team or coach. But he enjoyed weight lifting. His mother, due to the demands on her appearance as a TV anchor, taught him the twin disciplines of maintaining a healthy diet and an exercise program. As a result, they were on the same page about what they ate, their exercise routine, and keeping a healthy overall body and mind. That contributed to their respective feelings of isolation since they generally were not willing to go with the crowd in the way that they ate. Adam had dark hair like his father and the same head-turning good looks. In fact, Cassandra was amazed at how much her son looked like his dad 20 years earlier. And while Cassandra at 41 could easily pass for being in her late 20's, Adam looked older than his years and could easily pass for his mid 20's. When they went out together on rare occasion, they were often mistaken as a couple. Cassandra was happy about that as it usually kept the men at a safe distance even if they still drooled over her. Instead of sports, Adam was an artist. He taught himself to draw in fine detail, mostly with pencil, but occasionally with charcoal. He would draw still life scenes, nature scenes, and just about anything else. He never had a model, however, but used a snapshot in his mind as his source. He had a near photographic memory. He had built up quite a portfolio of drawings and was hoping they would help him get into the prestigious art institute in town after he finished high school.

Because mother and son were otherwise isolated, they relied heavily on each other for companionship. They kept very little hidden from each other. They shared their concerns, fears, joys, good days and bad, and the anger that sometimes comes to the surface when life just isn't fair. Cassandra made it a point to get home as soon as possible every night to spend an hour over dinner and just relaxing in the family room with Adam so that they never lost their connection with each other. Friday and Saturday nights were their movie nights. Both nights they would watch two movies, one of his choice and one of hers. She had considered shocking him by selecting a porn movie with her choice one night to see his reaction, but she decided that was a bad idea. More than once, it occurred to Cassandra that their relationship was more like that of a couple rather than mother and son in every respect except for sex. But that barrier was crossing her mind more and more every day and it troubled her. She found herself wanting him for more than a friend, confidant and son. That was one secret she kept from him, but her own sexual needs and desires were increasingly making themselves known to her. The problem with being a local public phenom and celebrity was that she could not just go get laid and have that be the end of it. So, she had done without and for three years now. She wasn't sure how much longer she could go without a good fuck.

For Adam's part, every time his mother brought up the subject of girls, he tried to deflect to a different subject. He was interested in girls and in sex, but none of them measured up to his mother and that was his standard. Her standard was too high. For the past four months, Adam had secretly been trying to get a look at his mother's naked body. He was fascinated, enamored, and infatuated with his mother. He loved her and he lusted for her, but he knew it could never be like his fantasies. Cassandra, without letting him know she had caught him, noticed that when she was in the shower, which was opposite the bathroom door, he would peek through. It started when she didn't get the door latched properly and he took advantage of the opportunity to peek through the crack and watch her shower. Frequently, he stand in the hall, peeking through the crack, and jack off while she showered, splatter the white door frame with his cum, and walk away only to come back when she left the bathroom to clean up the mess. She knew this was happening and commented on the problem with the door not closing properly. She had seen the splatters on the door frame, but kept it to herself. It turned her on to know her son was cumming to her body. So she always left the door slightly ajar so that he could peek in and watch her shower. Then she would go to her room and finger herself to orgasm fantasizing about her son fucking her senseless. They each kept this one secret from each other.

Cassandra anchored only four nights a week. The station used the time slot on Fridays to broadcast a local high school sporting event. That was the one night they agreed they would eat whatever sounded good for dinner as a break from their normal self-imposed dietary restrictions and would usually order a pizza delivered, talk over dinner and then settle in on the sofa, snuggled up to watch their two movies. Generally, she would change into her pajamas and Adam would be dressed as usual in jeans and a t-shirt. This Friday night, however, Adam was wearing his usual t-shirt, but instead of jeans, he was wearing a pair of loose fitting gym shorts. He did not have any classes that day and just lounged around the house in what he normally slept in, drawing and sketching ideas that had popped into his head. Cassandra saw it as an opportunity to maybe tease him a little and see where it would go, figuring she would be disappointed, but that it might help her through yet another action adventure movie he typically selected.

She changed into a tighter than usual tank top and skirt that hit her mid thigh when standing, but also tended to creep up her thighs when sitting down. Adam noticed without letting her know that he noticed and squirmed just a little on the sofa. He started the movie and she snuggled in a little tighter next to her son. She took his arm and put it around her back and under her arm, tucking it intentionally under her heavy tits so that one rested on the back of his hand and the other on his forearm. He squirmed again as little as possible, but he was concerned what the feel of her tits on his arms was going to do to his cock and he had no way to hide his arousal when it happened. Adam found it hard to concentrate on the movie and even more so when his mother rested her hand mid-thigh on his leg. He could feel two incredible sensations at once - her tits resting on his hand and arm and his cock stiffening without his consent. He was getting worried. And his cock's position in his shorts was not helping. It was starting to creep out of his shorts leg and making a direct move toward her hand!

Cassandra would discretely look down occasionally to see if her dual touch - tits and well placed hand - were having the desired effect. She was pleased to see that she was indeed accomplishing her goal. But now she had to figure out what should happen next and make it all seem like an accident. She was also pleased to see that her son was hung much like his father. She estimated that fully hard, he would come in at about 9" and would be thick enough to truly give her all the pleasure she desperately needed. What was she thinking? It was time to stop. It was time to make an excuse to pause the movie and give him a chance to adjust and regain control while she went to get them something to drink. But she couldn't move. She wanted to see his hard cock. She wanted to touch it and more. The next time she got ready to glance down, she looked out of the corner of her eye to see that his eyes were closed and that he was truly stressed. She quickly glanced down to see that his cock was sticking out of his shorts and the head was less than an inch from her hand. All she had to do was move her hand slightly and it would be game on, so to speak. It would all be very accidental and innocent, but would open the door for a frank discussion and maybe more.

She took the leap when a scene justified a potential comment and an innocent move of the hand.

"Oh, wow! That was some punch!" she said as she moved her hand up his thigh only slightly, brushing against the slightly moist cock head, leaking pre-cum.

"Oh my, son! I am sorry. I..." she reached up further and placed a gentle grip on his shaft, causing a shudder in him and a gasp for air. "Adam, I had no idea. A movie like this should not be causing this kind of thing. Pause the movie. Let's talk."

"Mom, let go of my...me. Shit! Why are you holding on to my...Why are you...?

"It's okay, Adam. I am sorry. But, honestly, I am also impressed and fascinated with it. You are quite the grown man!"

"Mom!" He started to pull away, but she maintained her grip on his manhood.

"Son, tell me what is going on. What got you into this condition?" she probed.

"Are you totally dense, mom? I am sitting here with the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, snuggled up so tight to me that I can feel your...your..." he stuttered.

"Tits?" she finished for him.

"Yeah. I can't even concentrate on the movie, because all I can think of is your beautiful body against me and your...tits...resting on my arm. And at this moment, all I can think of is pulling your clothes off and making love to you - my mother! What the fuck do you think my problem is? Do you know how fucking perverted I feel right now? Wanting to have sex with my mother?"

"I sure do, son. Because right now, all I want to do is fuck you too. In fact, I have been daydreaming, night dreaming, and wander lusting about you doing me for quite some time now. I had no idea you felt the same way about me. I could only hope and fantasize about it. By the way, your compliments are much appreciated and they only make me want you even more."

"But mom, we can't do that can we? I mean, aren't there rules about shit like that?"

"Adam, we are all each other has. Our nearest family is two thousand miles away. Neither of us has any close friends. You don't have a girlfriend. I have given up on the sicko men in this world who seem to think they have a right to comment on my figure or make lewd sexual suggestions. So you tell me. Who else do we have but each other to meet our needs. And they are real needs. No, it's not right. But when I look at the man you have become - and I am not talking about your big cock - and the respectful way you always treat me and the mature beyond your years maturity you show, never complaining about your loneliness or anything, then all I want to do is take you to bed with me and treat you to anything you ever wanted to try with a woman. And I will say this much and this much only: your dad and I tried nearly all of it and enjoyed everything we tried, so when I say anything you ever wanted to try, I mean that literally."

His mother's passion was boiling over now and he no longer cared that her hand was wrapped around his cock or that she was absentmindedly even stroking it some. He wanted to do it all. Now. All night. Every night.

"So, son, I don't give a roaring fuck if it is right or wrong. For us, for me, it's good and I want it. And I hope you want it too."

"Doesn't it feel to you like I want it, mom?"

Cassandra stopped, regained her composure and contemplated the oddly innocent, obvious, and very carnal content of his simple question. Yes, it was obvious that he wanted her as much as she wanted him.

He leaned over and kissed her with all of the built up teenage passion that had been coursing through his veins for months now. Their tongues wrestled between open, lip locked mouths. He no longer settled for her tits resting on his arm. He turned her to face him and cupped both large tits in his hands and squeezed them harder than he intended to and ran this thumbs over her hardening nipples. They both breathed heavily. Seemingly in choreographed motion, they both pulled each other's t-shirts over their heads and Adam resumed squeezing his mother's tits and broke from their passionate kiss to lean down and suck on one nipple and then the other. In the screen light of the TV, he admired their perfect shape, their firmness and aura of feminine sexuality. Her flat stomach heaved as he stimulated her tits more. Then he moved his hands down and slid them up her short skirt, to caress and fondle her perfect ass. She pulled off his shorts so that they were both now totally naked with hands roaming all over each other's bodies as if blind and searching for something in the dark. Adam slid a finger between her legs and into her wetness, marveling at the soft/rough sensation of her pussy walls against his finger. She gasped at the suddenness of his finger's entry and it's close encounter with her clit. She reached for and grabbed his large, stiff rod and tugged hard on it back and forth and with the other hand, cupped and caressed his large balls.


"Okay, son. Stop for a minute. Just for a minute. We will do anything you want, but first, there is one thing I want to do first and I want you to just sit back and go with the flow. You are young and I am sure you have more rounds in you than I do. When we get to what you want to do, I want you to last a little longer than I think your first time would normally be, so I want to suck the first load out of you. Just lean back. You can touch anything you can reach, but I want you to watch me give you your first blowjob and I want you to cum in my mouth when you are ready."

Adam leaned back and watched as his mother began to slowly and methodically lick him from the base of his balls to the head of his cock, slowly running her fingers the length of his shaft gently as she did. She looked at the veins protruding from his man meat and traced one finger along each vein as she took the entire swollen cock head into her mouth. It had been years since she had sucked a cock, but she remembered the techniques that drove her late husband crazy and used them all on her son. He naturally began to thrust slightly into her mouth. She had expected him to do that and opened as wide as she could and closed the back of her throat to to keep him from pushing the entire length into her mouth. She used one hand as a governor to keep him from thrusting too far until she was ready. He relaxed and stopped trying to deep throat her when he could see she did not want it like that at that moment. But a couple of minutes later, she surprised him by slowly taking him deeper and deeper into her throat until her nose pressed against his pubic area. She had taken him balls deep and she tightened her mouth around his shaft, sucking hard as she raised her head. That was it.

"Oh, fuck, mom! I'm gonna explode in your mouth!" There was no second warning. He shot a heavy stream of cum, smacking the back of her mouth and down her throat as she swallowed rapidly to avoid choking. Several streams shot out his cock, one just like the one before. She began to wonder how much more he had in him when he finally sank back into the sofa and the flood ceased. She swirled her tongue around his cock head, licking off the remaining cum as it dribbled out and stopped altogether. She laid her head on his lap, gently swirling her fingers around his only slightly softening cock, then kissed his shaft and his balls as they both rested momentarily.

"Now it is your turn, son. Time for your first lesson in eating pussy." He moved to his knees on the floor and she assumed a sitting position on the sofa with her legs spread. He was a little clumsy at first, but with some minor coaching, she had him eating her like a pro in short order. He kissed and licked her wet inner thighs, getting his first taste of pussy juice. Then he licked her labia on both sides, and then ran his tongue between the folds, sliding into her opening. His tongue hit the nub of her clit the first time and she gasped and arched her back. It would not be long at this rate before she would cum herself and she was so looking forward to it. Getting yourself off is just not the same as having someone else do it and she desperately needed someone else to get her off for a change. Adam began tongue fucking his mother's pussy and she instructed him on how to change things up from time to time to maximize her pleasure. She grabbed handfuls of his hair and pulled his face in tight until he thought she might smother him. He made the little changes, but still always including her clit in his actions and she was getting louder and louder in her moans and groans. Her back arched again and she threw her legs over his shoulders, digging her heals into his back as if she were trying to force him completely back into her womb. His hands cupped her perfect ass underneath and, knowing she was getting close, he went on a rapid fire tongue lashing of her clit, darting his tongue in and out of her and in an upward motion with his tongue flat until she was now screaming, pulling his hair and humping his face with all the energy she had. She was tugging on her own nipples, her eyes were closed, and mouth gaped open and she let out a blood curdling scream when she came, soaking his face and bouncing up and down, using his back with her legs for leverage. He nearly lost control of his grip on her body and was afraid he would ruin her orgasm, but there was no need. She actually came multiple times on his tongue. Just as one began to subside, another rushed over her until she lost count and sank limply back into the sofa, sweating, breathing heavily and rocking side to side releasing the energy from her insides to her extremities before she could finally just be still.

As she expected, Adam's cock was already rock hard again. "Okay, son, now you get to call the shots. What do you want to do next?"

"Simple, really, mom. I want to get on top of you so that I can look at your beautiful face and just fuck you. I want to fuck you while I watch your tits jiggle and stare at your gorgeous face and the pleasure I hope I give you."

Awkwardly expressed, though it was, his comment tugged at her heart. What he was really saying was that he wanted to make love to her. That was what she wanted too.

"Where?" she asked.

"Right here. Right now. Help me do it right, mom."

She would have cried with joy if not for the burning desire to feel his large, hard cock driving into her wet, sex starved pussy. She moved to the floor, TV light filling the room, but no other light was present. She laid on her back, spread her legs and pulled him to her. As he got in position, she reached between them and wrapped her hand around his shaft once more and guided him into her. She asked him to take it slow, given how long it had been for her, and he was the perfect, patient gentleman, taking it slow and easy, an inch at a time. But she was more ready for him than she expected to be and within three or four strokes once he was completely inside her, she was on the verge of cumming again. It felt magnificent to fuck again and feel so alive in the way that only a good fuck can make a person feel. She found herself reciprocating with the fucking motion, rising up to meet his thrust with her own. She climaxed in only a few minutes into his first fuck. His long, thick cock was perfect for stretching her pussy and rubbing her longer than average clit with every stroke. She came hard and shocked him with her language as she got closer and closer to another peak.

That's it, son. Fuck me! Fuck me hard, harder, faster! Come on! Fuck me! Drive that big fucking cock in so far that I can feel it tickling the back of my throat! AHHHH!!! Oh, yeah, fuck me just like that. Don't stop. Don't ever stop drilling me with that wood. Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum again. You are such a good fucking son of a bitch!"

The tightness of his mother's pussy, the speed at which she wanted to be fucked and her onslaught of dirty talk was more than his senses could bear. His balls tightened, his cock twitched and he could feel his cum rise from the pool below up his shaft like a geyser. He could feel the cum burst forth, and flood his mother's cunt. She could feel the warmth of his cum in the deepest reaches of her love canal and she could also feel the throb of thick cock inside her as it emptied its contents in her. Both were panting, but Adam remained inside his mother. He lowered his head to suck on her heaving nipples as her chest rose and fell in its attempt to draw in the needed air. He brushed her mussed hair to the sides with a gentle caress of his hand and kissed her deeply once they had caught their breath. All the while he remained hard and embedded deep in his mother's cum soaked pussy.

He rolled over on his back, taking Cassandra with him so that she was still impaled on his rod, but now on top. She placed her hands on the floor next to his head to brace herself as she began sliding herself up and down his pole. Her hands and knees were on the floor and it was her turn to fuck him. She went at it with the pace a sprint, daring him to last. He had both hands full of her tits and massaged them in opposite rotations of each other. He shifted to pinching and tugging on her nipples and his mother just let her head hang down with her hair blocking her face from his view. When he stopped playing with her tits, it was to reach behind her and play with her fantastic ass. She was still humping him like it was their first round. She came two more times and then looked between her legs to see that her juices and his cum from their first fuck were flowing down his shaft and onto his pubic region and all over his balls. Just as she noted the pool of cum running from within her, Adam added to it, pumping his third load just as deep into her as he had the first. And it felt like the quantity was no less than before. His mother lifted to within two inches of full withdrawal and again looked between her legs to watch the fresh jizz run down his shaft. She had always loved to watch a man's cum flow whether directly from him cock or after it had sloshed around inside her first. She had always wondered why the experts would say that women were not visual creatures like men when everything visual about sex was a turn on for her. She let his cock slide out and she let her body just rest on top of his. Where hands had feverishly searched each other's bodies earlier, now fingers lightly danced over the same areas with tenderness and care. Neither spoke for some time, but chose to just hold each other let their lovemaking do all of the talking.

"Mom," Adam broke the silence finally, "I think I would like to take a shower with you. Would you be interested in doing that?"

"Sweetheart, I think that sounds like a fabulous idea." They walked naked, cum stained, arm in arm from the family room to the bathroom and stepped into the shower together. His mom grabbed a tube of something from the cabinet on her way into the shower. Adam paid no attention, assuming it was woman thing like a moisturizer or something. They took their time in the hot shower, lathering each other, exploring each other more thoroughly and gently than earlier. They had the usual extra fun of washing the more private areas, and taking more time to do so. Cassandra was the first to run her fingers through the crack of Adam's ass, teasing his asshole with her soapy hands and they began to get more playful. Adam was hard again and his mother was horny again as well. Adam returned the favor of lathering his hands and giving his mother's ass special treatment and teasing her asshole as well and even threatened to insert his finger, but backed away, disappointing her more than a little.

"Turn around, son. I want to try something I haven't done in a long time. Do you trust me?"

"Of course I trust you," he said as turned around. The shower was hitting his chest as he placed his hands against the shower wall. She spread his legs as she dropped to her knees and spread his ass cheeks. She moved her face into his crack and began rimming his asshole with her tongue and nuzzling her nose against him now and then. She reached around and grabbed his hard cock and began stroking him as she also began to tongue fuck his ass. He immediately began to groan with this unexpected pleasure. Just as quickly as she had started, she stopped and stood up.

"How about you try that on me?" she whispered.

He smiled and they traded places. He gave her the exact same treatment. He found it much more erotic than he expected, and fingered her pussy while he drilled his tongue up her ass. He figured she would not cum, so after a couple of minutes he stopped and stood up.

"Mom, can I - "

"Yes, son, you can. But be gentle and go slow. It may feel like a pussy to you when you start fucking it, but it isn't and for me to enjoy it, you are going to have to take it slow and easy."

Cassandra took the tube she had brought into the shower with her, fully expecting him to want to ass fuck her. And she wanted him to. She had always enjoyed her husband taking her up the ass and she wanted that experience again and was grateful that her son brought it up.

She lubed his cock thoroughly and put some up her ass and around her hole as well and then resumed her earlier position. She reached between her legs to find his cock and guide it into her at the proper angle and then tried to relax so that he could get it inside her tight back door. Their wet bodies, the lube and the heat of their desire made the whole event go much more smoothly than she had expected and the fact that he took plenty of time and showed her the respect she needed helped as well. She had forgotten how full she felt with a large cock up her ass. She had also forgotten the raw pleasure she experienced when doing the naughty act of getting her ass pounded. Once he was half way in, he rested his hands on her hips and began a slow pace of in and out, going a little deeper each time until she could feel his balls smacking her pussy lips and could hear the slapping sounds of his hips against her wet ass cheeks.

"Okay, you can go at it a little faster and a little harder son. You are doing an amazing job for your first time! Keep it up. I am going to finger myself and maybe we can both cum again. Bracing herself with one arm, she began to finger fuck herself while he increased the speed and depth of his first ass fuck. There were so many firsts for him tonight. He had fully given himself up to his mother and she had done likewise with him. Their relationship was now total and complete. They had explored the full depths of each other inside and out and he was completing that with his deep dive into his mother's ass. He reached around her to grope her tits some more, thinking to himself that the stimulation of his cock up her ass, his play with her tits and her own self fucking with her fingers would get her off faster and with more intensity. He was right. She came so hard that her legs nearly buckled under her and he had to grab her by the hips to hold her up. Once she had recovered, he knew it was time to finish himself and focused on that warm grip of her ass on his cock and tightness of where it was buried. The visual of his cock disappearing in his mother's beautiful, tight ass was enough and pumped his fourth load deep into her bowels. She could feel his warm spunk splash inside her. Unlike when they were fucking earlier, he did not linger long, assuming her ass was probably weary of the intrusion. He withdrew and his cum soon followed. It left a trail down the inside of her legs. They washed each other again and stepped out of the shower and dried each other off. She took her son to her bed that night, sleeping tightly against each other. Sometime during the middle of the night, one woke the other by accident and, just like any new lovers do, they fucked again half asleep.

When they awoke the next morning, they went for another round. Then they slept a little more. They finally got up and shared some breakfast.

"You know, if we are going to engage in all sorts of wild and crazy sex, I think we should go together and get waxed and eliminate all the unnecessary hair," Cassandra stated out of nowhere. "Would you be game for going with me and we get wax jobs together? I know a highly recommended place from a couple of women at work."

"Sure. As long as we go together. I am not sure I could go on my own. I'd be too nervous."

Cassandra smiled at her innocent son. She took his hand and walked him back to the bedroom and gave him another blowjob.