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"Well, are we going to the movies or not?" Helen asked, It was Friday night and Helen and Mark her 15 year old Son were going to the movies. They normaly did this or went out for supper on a Friday night.

At the movie theater they got some popcorn then found a seat near the back row. Since the movie had been out for a while, the theater wasn't crowded. They practically had the theater to themselves.

The movie was funny and light, making them both laugh. About midway through the movie, Mark carefully raised his arm and put it on the back of the seat behind his mother, his bare arm touching her shoulders.

Helen didn't miss the move and felt one of those little shivers come over her.

At one point when they were laughing, Mark moved his arm until it was around her, his hand hanging over her shoulder. His mum surprised him by sighing and snuggled even closer into his arm.

Helen smiled to herself at her young son's boldness. She felt so comfortable and loved at that moment. It had been a long time since she felt like this, as she had'nt had a male friend for about 3 years. Marks farther had left her and him when he was 4 and she had brought him up herself.

Suddenly, Mark realized that his fingers were touching the top swell of his mum's breast where the soft flesh was exposed. He could feel his heart begin to beat rapidly in his chest.

Helen felt the fingers but let them stay where they were, as she didn't want to spoil the mood. Besides, it was just innocent fun and probably an accident, she told herself.

Mark could no longer concentrate on the movie. Almost without his control, his fingers began to move lightly back and forth across the exposed swell of her 38C breast. The movement was delicate, almost imperceptible. Still, Mark could feel it. It felt as though his fingertips were on fire. Stop it! he told himself.

After a few minutes, Helen noticed his fingers were moving. It was a sensual touch, almost tickling. It could still have been accidental. When she felt goose bumps spring up on her chest, she knew that she should stop him. However, she didn't want to embarrass him. He probably didn't even know that he was doing it anyway. It was just an innocent touch. However, the tingling she felt between her legs wasn't so innocent.

Mark's hand was shaking, as his fingers grew bolder. The tips of his fingers moved further down until they were just barely under the elastic of her top. Now, there was no doubt about whether or not he was touching her accidentally. She couldn't believe how bold he was.

Helen's breathing increased. She wanted to stop him but it had been so long since someone that she cared for paid attention to her. The brain of the mother was in a battle with the brain of the woman; a woman that had missed intimate touches for so long. Helen began to squirm in her seat. Incredibly, she could feel her knickers getting wet. When she felt Mark's fingers begin to move further down, she reached up and grabbed his hand, preventing any further movement. However, she didn't take the fingers out of her top, but instead held them where they were, almost pressing them to her soft flesh.

Mark breathed a sigh of relief when his mother didn't chastise him. At one point, she let go of his hand to reach for the popcorn in the seat next to her. When she turned back, Mark took the opportunity to move his fingers downward again, getting half his hand under the top before she stopped him.

Now Helen held his fingers from the outside of the top. Her own heartbeat had quickened.

Mark felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest. His penis was now very uncomfortable in his pants. He squirmed around, trying to find a comfortable position. He couldn't very well reach down and adjust himself.

Helen held Mark's trembling hand tightly, knowing that one more fraction of an inch and he would be able to feel her nipple. In fact, his fingertips were touching the large brown areola. She could feel the hard nipples pulsing almost painfully. Now, her breathing was as labored as Mark.

The two sat almost frozen. When the tightness of Helen's fingers lessened, she felt Mark's fingers begin to move downward again. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She could feel the fingers moving across the bumpy surface of her areola. Then they split apart around the nub of her swollen nipple...



Suddenly, the lights of the theater came on.

Helen jumped as if an electric shock had hit her. She quickly pulled the hand from her top. She was trembling as she sat in her seat waiting for the few people in the theater to leave. Finally, she stood on shaking legs and moved to the isle.

As they left the theater, Mark had to walk behind his mother in hopes that no one could see his erection.

Helen took a deep breath and sighed as she walked up the aisle in front of Mark. She wondered why he lagged behind her. She glanced back and realized the problem that her young date had. She had to restrain herself from looking back at her son a second time. Suddenly, it was like she was a school girl again. It brought back so many fond memories of old boyfriends.

The ride home was very quiet. Mark couldn't believe what had happened in the theater. It was like a dream. Damn, he practically had his hand on his mother's bare breast and she didn't stop him. His mum had been nice enough to take him out and this is how he repaid her.

Helen couldn't believe what she had allowed to happen either. Again, she told herself that it was just innocent fun. After all, her son did need some confidence building he was only a young teenager, she reasoned.

Mark unlocked the door of their house, as they enterd and Mark closed the door he then stopped and turned to his mum.

"Thanks Mum I... I... I... had a great time," a little nervous stutter showing up in his voice.

"I did too Mark, you are a great date," Helen said sincerely.

Mark stood nervously in front of his mum, his hand's fidgeting at his sides. He almost had an overpowering urge to grab her and kiss her. He got control of himself and asked, "Uh... does... does... a boy get a kiss on the first... first date," Mark blurted nervously. His heart was beating wildly again. His knees felt like they were going to collapse. When his mother didn't answer right away, he thought that he had blown it.

"Well, probably not on the first date, but because you were so nice I guess one kiss couldn't hurt," Helen said, her mind screaming No! No! The beautiful evening.

Mark's heart skipped a beat. God, he was going to do it he thought. He was really going to kiss her. Suddenly, he was petrified.

"Well?" Helen said, her eyes closed, and her heart pounding now. This was so wrong, she told herself.

"I really... uh... you know, I... I... don't know how."

"Here," Helen said, bringing her lips to her son's.

His arms automatically went around her back. His lips were hard and pressed harshly into his mum's soft lips.

"Wait," she said and pulled back. "You don't kiss with your lips like that. Wet your lips and let them relax," Helen said in a motherly tone. Yet, this wasn't a motherly act.

Mark did as his mother asked. He felt her bring her lips to his again. This time he relaxed his and pressed into her soft mouth. Suddenly, he was very much aware of her breasts on his chest, her soft lips, and the smell her sweet perfume. His head began to spin.

Helen moaned as her tongue slid into her son's warm mouth. It was a reflex action and automatic. She felt his tongue touch hers and a tremor ran through her. For a moment, she was lost in the sweet taste of her son's mouth. Suddenly, she pulled her tongue out of his mouth. She had totally lost control for just a moment. She pulled her head back and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. "Now that was better wasn't it?" Helen said, as innocently as possible, an uncontrollable quiver in her voice.

"Great, let's do it again," Mark said boldly, pulling his mother to him again.

Suddenly, Helen could feel her son's hard penis pressing into her stomach. She shivered with excitement at the thought that she could still turn on a young man. Wait, her mind screamed, this is my own son. She knew that she had to stop this before it got out of hand.

"No! Stop!" Helen said. Then she realized it sounded harsh and, her tone softened. "One kiss on the first date. Don't get greedy," Helen said pushing her son away playfully.

"Au shame," Mark said, with his innocent smile, trying to cover his excitement and disappointment. Then he turned serious. "God Mum, I had fun tonight. Can... uh... can we go on a date again next Friday, please?"

"Well, I guess so, if you treat me real nice," Helen said, kissing her son on the lips one more time.

That night, Mark lay in bed with his hard penis in his hand, thinking of his mum. All his fantasizes until now had been about girls at school. Now his mum dominated his thoughts. He could still feel her soft 38C breasts on his chest and her soft skin under his fingers. If he could have only moved his hand a fraction of an inch lower in the theater, he would have touched the nub of her nipple. Even now, he could still taste her lips on his and feel her tongue in his mouth. It took only minutes for him to squirt his juice all over his stomach. He jerked off three times that night.

At the same time, Helen lay in bed with one hand squeezing the same breast Mark had touched. Her other hand was forcing three fingers into her sopping wet pussy. She climaxed over and over until her fingers and the sheets were soaked with her juice. Then, suddenly she burst into tears. God, what have I done? she thought.

Helen cried herself to sleep that night.

The following morning Mark saw his mother sitting in the kitchen drinking a cup of coffee. There was a very uncomfortable silence as he got himself a cup of coffee and sat down. The light of a new day made everything seem different. They each blamed themselves for what had happened.

"Mum..."

"Mark..." they both spoke at the same time, then laughed nervously.

"Sorry," Mark said.

"Mark... uh... we uh... what... happened last night was..." Helen said, struggling with her words.

"I... I... know Mum," Mark interrupted. "I'm sorry, I spoiled everything," he said, almost in tears, waiting for her anger.

Helen looked at him in surprise. "It wasn't your fault sweetheart. It was mine. Let's just forget it."

"Can... can we uh... go out again?" Mark asked hopefully.

"I don't think that would be a good idea."

"I knew it," Mark said in an angry tone. However, he was angry with himself. He arose from the table with tears in his eyes and rushed out of the room.

"Mark!" Helen called after him. However, he was already out of the house. Now Helen was heartbroken. She was the one that had messed everything up, she thought as her tears began to flow.

Later that evening, Helen tapped on Mark's door. She pushed the door open gently when she heard Mark tell her to come in. He was lying on the bed looking at a sports magazine. "Mark, can we talk?" she asked, sitting on the bed, her face tense with thinly veiled emotions.

"Sure," he answered, rolling over and looking up at the ceiling with his hands behind his head.

"I'm sorry Mark... sorry about... about everything," Helen said struggling with her words. "God Mark. I've thought all day about it and I know it's entirely my fault. We're both lonely" Suddenly, Helen stopped talking as her voice choked up. Then she began to sob.

Mark sat up quickly and moved closer to his mother. He carefully put his arms around her and pulled her into his chest, tears streaming down his own cheeks.

Although Helen felt comfort in his arms, she sobbed even harder. All of her pent up emotions seemed to come out of her at once. All these years of loneliness, a new job, struggling to make the bills and now this. It was all too much.

Mark held her for a long time until her sobs turned to sniffles. "Mum, I love you so much," Mark said sincerely.

Helen sat back and dried her eyes. "God Mark, I feel the same way about you. We need each other, maybe more now than ever."

"Can we just be honest with each other for?" Mark asked, acting more grown up than he felt.

"Absolutely! We have to be honest with each other," Helen said, wondering what he was getting at.

"You... You are a beautiful and very sexy woman," Mark said, trying hard not to stutter. "I... you... uh.... Oh hell, I'm just a horny teenager, and I'm sorry I got out of line," he blurted and then laughed self-consciously.

Helen looked at him with raised eyebrows then a smile came to her lips. Suddenly, they both burst out laughing. They laughed so hard that they nearly fell off the bed. The situation now seemed so ridiculous. They were making a big deal out of nothing.

When they had composed themselves, Helen turned to Mark and said, "You can take me on a date anytime you want to." Then she kissed his lips briefly.

"Good because there's a football team picnic next week and I need a date," Mark said hopefully.

"It's a deal."

Mark sighed with relief. Everything was going to be okay.

Tommy's school football team was hosting a farewell picnic for the seniors, their parents, and girlfriends. Mark wasn't planning on attending, because he didn't have a date. He knew that all of the boys would bring a date. He didn't expect any of them to come with their parents. Suddenly, that didn't matter to him anymore. His mum would be his date.

Several days later, Mark was home alone. It was a warm afternoon and he had just finished cutting the grass so he decided to take a cool shower. He went into the bathroom, leaving the door carelessly open and undressed, then stepped into the clear glass shower stall. He flipped on the shower, gasping as the cool water hit him. Soon, he was enjoying the refreshing feeling of the cold water. As he began to soap himself, he began to think of his mum. Suddenly, he had a raging hard on. He soaped his hand and worked up a lather on his long shaft. His eyes were closed as he leaned back on the tile of the shower stall, with a vision of his beautiful mother in his mind. Just an inch more, he thought excitedly of the nipple he had almost touched.

Helen had decided to take the afternoon off work that day. When she came into the house, she called out to Mark. When she didn't hear him answer, she figured he might be taking a nap. She went upstairs to ask him if he wanted to get a video for them tonight. As she walked down the hall, she turned and looked into the open bathroom. Suddenly, she stopped in shock. Her eyes were as big around as saucers when she saw her son in the shower, his eyes closed and his hand working up and down on the longest penis she had ever seen. While she didn't have much to compare it to lately, she knew it was much bigger than some of her ex boyfriends.

Helen shook her head, and tried to pull herself away but her legs wouldn't move. She felt excitement in the pit of her stomach and a quivering in her groin as her eyes stared transfixed on Mark's hard young penis.

"Oh God, suck me," Mark whispered to himself as he stroked his hard cock. His breath was coming in short gasps as he neared his climax. Soon, his hand was flying up and down, splattering the soapy froth to the tile below. "Oh yes, yes, suck my cock Mum," he groaned. His hard penis throbbed and a stream of cum shot from the head, spattering all the way out of the shower stall and onto the tile on the bathroom floor.

Helen felt like she was going to pass out as she watched her son cum. She could feel her sex lips throbbing and juice was pouring into her knickers. One hand absently moved up to her breast and began to squeeze it as her legs rubbed together.

For some reason, Mark opened his eyes. He gasped when his eyes met his mother's. However, it was too late to stop his climax. His hand continued to move on his penis until there was nothing left in his balls.

Helen gasped and hurried from the doorway.

An hour or so later, Mark came downstairs to dinner wearing a pair of shorts and Tshirt. He was very nervous about his mother's reaction to what she had obviously seen. He felt like such an idiot again.

Helen was at the sink when she heard Mark come into the kitchen. She had also been agonizing over the embarrassing mistake as well. She knew that what Mark was doing was perfectly normal. Every young boy masturbated. However, his words kept running through her head: 'Oh yes, yes, suck my cock Mum'. A little shiver ran through her as she turned around and smiled at Mark.

"Hi Darling. Dinner will be ready in a minute." The smile on her face belied the turmoil inside. When she saw what her son was wearing, her eyes lingered. God, he looks good, she thought. Then her face turned hot as she remembered the vision of him standing in the shower with his hard penis in his hand.

The smile on his mother's face surprised Mark. He was prepared for her to rant and rage. The tension drained from him when he saw her bright smile. He sat down at the table. "So what are we going to do tonight?"

"How about you go out to the video shop and pick out a video for us tonight? But not one of those 'shootum up' things," she added.

"Sounds great."

Helen brought the food over to the table and sat down to eat. She knew that she couldn't just forget the incident in the shower. Something like that could have a very negative impact on a k**, she thought. They ate in silence until Helen thought of something to say. She decided that humor had worked before so she said, "So how was your shower?" A smile crossed her face.

"Huh!" Mark said in shock.

"Come on Mark, I thought we were going to be honest with each other. I saw you and I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were in the shower."

"Uh... uh... but I was..." Mark stuttered.

"I know you were masturbating. All boys do that. Let's not make a big deal out of it. Okay?" Helen kept a smile on her face but getting the words out was one of the most difficult things she had ever done. However, she felt great relief that it was out in the open. She didn't think it was necessary to tell him that she had heard what he said.

"Uh... sure Mum. Uh... I'm sorry too. Next time I'll close the door."

"Don't worry about it. It's our home and we should be able to feel free," Helen said. "You're just a 'horny teenager' anyway, right?" Helen laughed.

Mark had to smile at the repeat of his words. He laughed too.

Then she added, "You did clean up the floor didn't you?"

"Mummmmm!!!" Mark said and his face turned bright red.

"Just checking."

Mark and his mother finished eating, continuing to talk about their day as if nothing had happened.

"Let me clean up the dishes and then get a shower. You go to the video shop and get something good."

"Okay," Mark said and got up and went to get his bike helmet. Then he walked over and kissed his mother's lips lightly and said, "I might stop over Shawn's first. I'll be back in a little while. Love you Mum."

"Love you too darling. Be careful."

Helen cleaned up the dishes and went to take a shower. When she walked into the bathroom, she felt a little thrill at what had happened. She stood in the same shower that her son had been in. A strange feeling came over her. It was almost like she was feeling the excitement that Mark had felt. She resisted the urge to masturbate, forcing herself to just take a shower.

Mark decided not to stop over at Shawn's. He got a movie--a 'chick flick' as the teenagers called it--and headed back home. When he went upstairs, he passed his mother's bedroom. The door was opened just a crack. When he had passed the door, he stopped. He saw his mother sitting on the bed, painting her fingernails. She had a towel around her body and one wrapped around her head. Mark started to peek in and say hi, but he saw her get up and walk over to the dresser, looking into the mirror. He was surprised to see that the bath towel barely covered the cheeks of her arse. Her legs look so long and smooth. He stood quietly and watched as she took the towel from around her head and began to dry her hair. Mark knew that he shouldn't be spying, but he couldn't help himself.

Helen used the towel to partially dry her hair then plugged in the electric dryer. As the warm air surrounded her, she looked into the mirror. She saw movement outside the door. For a second she was frightened but realized that Mark must have come home early. When he didn't move, it occurred to her that he was spying. She considered closing the door but knew that she would embarrass him. Besides, after the talk about freedom in the house, that would be hypocritical. It was only fair since she had watched him. Helen continued to dry her hair, letting her son look at her scantily covered body.

Mark was about to leave when he saw his mother put the dryer down. Then he saw her reach for the towel that was tucked between her breasts.

Suddenly Helen could feel excitement rippling through her. Her hands trembled as she grasped the towel at her breasts. This is crazy, she thought. Still, her hands moved and she opened the towel, holding it wide for a second or two. Her eyes glanced into the mirror and she knew that Mark could see the naked front of her body. She could feel her nipples harden as she slowly let it drop behind her. She thought she heard a gasp.

Mark had gasped. He stood frozen, looking at his mother's naked body. She was absolutely gorgeous. Her large 38C breasts were still firm and sat up with very little sag. His eyes traveled to her pubic area. He saw her dark bush of pubic hair and just a hint of the pink inner lips. Inside his pants, Mark's cock was pulsing with life.

Then Helen did something that astounded her, maybe more than Mark. She reached down and opened the bottom drawer, bending over at the waist. Her buttocks pushed back and she moved her legs slightly apart.

"Oh God," Mark moaned as he stared at his mother's beautiful arse. He looked between her legs and could see the pouch of her vagina staring back at him. He could even see the lips shining wetly. It didn't occur to him that his mother was just as turned on as he was.

Helen felt like she was bent over for a very long time, but it was more like several seconds. She knew that she had to straighten up when she felt her juice begin to trickle out. Slowly she stood up, holding a pair of skimpy red knickers in her hand. Then she bent again and stepped into her knickers, pulling them to her waist. She could feel the silky material caress her buttocks sensuously and pull tightly to her swollen sex lips.

Somehow, Mark pulled himself together and moved away from the door.

Helen sighed and let out a deep breath. I must be losing my mind she thought as she began to dress. She put on a short summer dress that came to the middle of her thighs. When she started to walk out of the room, she stopped. Her hands were shaking when she lifted her dress and pulled her knickers off and threw them on the bed.

A few minutes later Helen joined Mark in the living room. He already had the movie in the tv and was ready.

"Just in time," he said as he watched her walk into the room.

"Ah you bought some popcorn as well" Lovely Helen said.

"I brought you some wine," Mark said proudly as he pointed to a bottle cooling in an ice bucket.

"Thank you darling!"

The lights were dimmed as the two settled down to watch "Fried Green Tomatoes."

Mark hated the movie but he knew that his mum would like it.

Helen sat on the sofa and Mark sat on the floor leaning against the sofa. About an hour into the movie, Mark excused himself and went upstairs to the bathroom. As he passed his mother's bedroom, he stopped. He saw a pair of little red knickers lying on the bed. My God, has she taken her knickers off? he said to himself.

When Mark returned to the living room, he was on a mission. He had to know if she had taken her knickerss off. As he sat back on the floor, he turned slightly sideways so that he could see his mother's legs. However, try as he might, he couldn't get a view up her dress. Finally, he sighed in frustration and gave up.










Helen sat on the couch, drinking wine. She could see that Mark was trying to get a look up her dress. She suppressed a smile as she turned this way and that, never letting him have a good view. She knew that she was teasing him unmercifully but somehow she couldn't stop. Finally, as the wine took over, she sat back in the corner of the sofa and curled her legs up next to her. Her short dress barely covered the cheeks of her arse.

Mark saw his mother move out of the corner of his eye. She shifted again slightly and he glanced at her legs. He could see up the back of her legs now but the dress still covered her sufficiently.

After a while, the room grew quiet. Mark turned and saw that his mother was asleep. He knew that she often fell asleep when she drank wine. Suddenly, a dirty thought came to him. He got up quietly and sat gently on the sofa, next to his curled up mother. The clock on the wall ticked loudly and his heart beat hard in his chest as he waited to make sure she was asleep. Then with shaking fingers, he reached over and took the material of her dress in his fingers. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, he began to move it up her thighs. When the dress was above just above her buttocks, Mark stopped. That's enough, he thought. Then he slid back to the floor. He waited a minute or two then turned to look at his mother. A little whine came from his throat when he saw her sex lips staring at him. Although it was dark in the room, there was just enough light that he could clearly see her hairy bush.

Helen moaned as if in her sleep and moved slightly, forcing the dress even higher on her buttocks. Then she pulled one knee up closer to her chest and the dress moved further up her hip.

Now Mark could see everything. Her soft white buttocks almost glowed in the dim light. He could almost see the tiny hole hidden between her cheeks and the pink inner lips of her sex. Throwing caution to the wind, Mark opened his pants and freed his hard young cock. As he stared at his mother's hairy pussy, he began to masturbate.

Helen was doing everything she could not to move. She could feel her son's eyes on her sex lips and knew that she was leaking. She could feel the wetness dripping to her thigh. Slowly she opened her eyes just a fraction. Her head started to spin with excitement when she saw Mark holding his hard young cock. Her swollen lips pulsed with illicit excitement as she spread her legs a little more and forced her hips downward. Her short dress was almost at her waist now.

"Oh Jesus," Mark whispered aloud. Now he could clearly see both of his mother's puffy sex lips inches away. His hand flew up and down on his penis, moving him rapidly toward a climax. Suddenly, he moaned and began to squirt his semen. The first blast flew above Mark and splattered onto the back of his mother's thigh, near the junction of her sexual parts. When Mark saw that, his climax intensified. In his sexual fog, it didn't occur to him that he might not be able to clean it off before his mother awoke.

Helen could barely see what was happening but she knew from his groans that he was near a climax. Then, incredibly, when she felt Mark's cum hit her, she felt a little climax run through her.

When Mark's balls were empty, he closed his shorts as embarrassment flooded over him. Again, he chastised himself for losing control and for his nasty thoughts about his own mother. He could see his own cum begin to run down the back of her thigh. Oh my God he thought, what am I going to do?

Before Mark could do anything, Helen stirred and opened her eyes.

"I must have fallen asleep," she said, spreading her arms and yawning.

"Uh... uh... yea, for a minute," Mark answered, watching his cum trickle across the divide between his mother's thigh.

Helen's legs were barely able to hold her. She acted like it was because she had just awoken. However, excitement was causing the blood to rush to her head. She was very much aware of Mark's sperm on the back of her thighs. She kissed Mark good night and went to her room. As soon as she was behind the bedroom door, she reached her hand back and felt her son's sticky discharge. Suddenly, her lets almost gave out and she staggered to the bed. She collapsed as a strong climax hit her. When that one was over, she pulled her dress up and used her fingers to masturbate until she fell asleep in exhaustion. Her dress was still around her waist and Mark's dried sperm was on the back of her thighs the next morning.


Mark waited in the living room for his mum to come down so they could leave for the Park. When he saw her this morning, there was nothing to indicate that she knew what he had done. She smiled sweetly at him and they talked about all the normal things. He figured he had gotten away with that one but he knew that he would have to be more careful.

Helen tried to be philosophic about what had happened. He was a young boy with lots of growing pains. It was only natural for him to see his mother as a sexual being. It would be strange for it to be any other way. She would just have to be more careful.

When Helen came down wearing a tank top and a pair of short shorts, Mark was astounded again. He could almost see the indentation of her sex lips in the crotch. She couldn't have knickers on, he thought, trying not to stare. Mark was also amazed when he saw that she wasn't wearing a bra.

Helen's large breasts stood out proudly. She could feel them swaying freely under her top and her hard nipples poking through the material as she walked toward her son.

"Do I look okay this time?" Helen said noticing Mark's appreciative look.

"Great Mum, I'll have to fight all the lads off you."

Helen smiled sweetly at her son and took his arm, squeezing it to the side of her breast as they walked out the door.

The park was a large facility with numerous picnic tables, thick woods and a large lake with rowboats. Helen and her ex husband used to go there quite often when Mark was young, to let him play on the swings and swim in the lake.

When they arrived, the park was buzzing with activity. There were 60 or 70 people at the picnic, representing the team, family and friends. Mark jumped out and opened the door for his mum. They walked proudly toward the picnic area.

It was quickly obvious that everyone noticed Helen. The boys and their fathers drooled and the women looked jealous. Some of the men tried to come on to Helen but she put them all off saying she had a date, her son. Mark strutted around like a peacock, never letting his mum get too far from his sight.

After everyone had eaten, played some football, the crowd started to thin. Mark and Helen took their blanket and went up the hill and found a place under a large oak tree, a good distance from the crowd. Helen had had a little too much to drink and swayed as she helped Mark place the blanket on the ground. She seemed to be drinking a lot more lately.

The two of them sat watching the people below, enjoying the cool, early summer breeze.

Mark put his arm around his mother, pulling her willing body to him. "I love you Mum," he whispered.

"I love you too Mark," Helen said, turning to her son.

Mark saw a tear in her eye.

"What's wrong Mum?" Mark said with concerned.

"Nothing darling, it's just that this is so perfect. Your dad and I used to bring you here all the time. We even sat under this tree. I feel the best that I've felt since your father left us. Thank you for being here for me," Helen said leaning in close and putting her head on his shoulder.

"I will always be here for you Mum."

As Mark's arm was squeezing his mother to him, he realized that his hand was touching her breast again. This time it was the side of her breast, where it swelled out from the her top. Mark moved his hand slowly, touching her soft breast outside the material of her top. He held his breath as he waited for her to stop him.

Helen felt what Mark was doing. She didn't want to start a fight so she let him gently rub her breast. However, that familiar feeling started in her lower region again. Goose bumps appeared on her arms and she leaned heavily into her son's strong chest.

Mark worked his fingers across the soft material very slowly. He kept it up for a long time, waiting for her to grab his hand like she had done at the movies. When she made no move to stop him, he boldly opened his hand and slid it under her breast, then slowly lifted up. His head began to spin when he held one full, cloth-covered breast in the palm of his hand. His young cock throbbed in his pants. He felt the point of her now hard nipple as it almost burned his palm.

Helen's fogged brain began to scream warnings. Yet, the pulsing in her groin blocked it out.

Mark thought he heard her moan. But no, she was breathing heavy and regular. He looked at her face and saw that her eyes were closed. The weight of her body against him made him think that she might be asleep. Mark moved his hand down and under her top to the warm skin of her stomach. Slowly he moved his hand upward, inch by inch. He felt an electric shock when the side of his hand touched bare skin. He thought he was going to cum in his pants. He took a deep breath and turned his hand over, palm up. Now he held the full bare breast of his own mother in his hand. He waited for what seemed like an eternity for his mother to react. When she didn't move, he began to squeeze it. He played with the heavy breast gently, feeling the fullness and the warmth of her flesh, fearing all the time that he would wake her.

Helen's mind was reeling. The blood was pounding in her head. She couldn't think straight. She knew she should stop this but her libido was in control. She could feel her shorts begin to get very wet and feared that it might show through.

Mark grew bolder. He cupped and kneaded one breast before sliding across to do the same to the other. He moved slightly and let his mother slide sideways and into his arm, her back pressed to his now pulsing penis. He sighed with relief when he saw that her eyes were still closed. Then he shifted his view and he watched his hand move freely under her top.

Helen lay as quietly as she could, letting her son explore her breasts. She could feel his erection pressing to her back and throbbing. It felt huge. Her hips wanted to move as she fought to control her breathing.

Mark squeezed and lifted the breasts and then moved on to play with the hard nipple. It suddenly occurred to him that he had sucked this same nipple as a baby. Suddenly, he had to see them. Slowly, his hand lifted the top until a large orb was bare. His eyes were wide as he stared at the smooth white skin and the long pink nipple. His squeezed the flesh gently. He was fascinated as he watched his hand knead her soft flesh.

Helen finally had to stop this. She stirred and felt Mark quickly pull his hand from her breast, letting her top cover her again. Then she sat up and rubbed her eyes. "I must have fallen to sleep. I'm sorry, I seem to be doing that when I drink. How long was I out?"

"Uh... oh not long."

"Let's take a walk," Helen said standing up. Suddenly, she felt lightheaded and almost fell.

Mark quickly stood beside her and steadied her.

They walked hand in hand down a path that led toward the lake. It was impossible for Mark to hide the bulge in his pants. He couldn't believe what he had just done. He shook his head, thinking that it might all have been a dream.

Helen's eyes kept glancing down at her son's crotch. She almost felt sorry for him as she saw his confined penis pulse with need.

Soon the two reached a small clearing near the lake.

"Let's sit down here Mum."

"Oh, I don't want to get my shorts grass stained."

"Here," Mark said stripping off his shirt and putting it on the ground. He now stood beside her in his shorts and sandals, his strong chest bare.

"Wow," Helen said admiring her son's muscular chest. She squeezed her legs together and felt her swollen lips pulse with excitement.

"You look great," Helen said sitting on the shirt Mark had laid down. She felt the tight seam of her shorts pull into her sex lips and she closed her eyes in pleasure.

"Thanks," Mark said sitting next to his mum and putting his arm around her.

They sat there in silence looking out over the glistening lake. They could see specks in the distance on the lake that had to be people rowing small boats. Coming from far away they could hear the faint sounds of c***dren laughing and playing. At that moment, everything was perfect.

"Mum," Mark said breaking the silence, "do... do... you think I could kiss you again?"

Helen sucked in her breath. She couldn't answer right away. Somehow, she knew that this question would come up again. She had practiced how to tell him no gently. She didn't want to hurt him. However, all of the practice went out the window when she was faced with the question. Helen could still feel his hand on her breast and her swollen lips were still dripping in her shorts. Instead of a firm no, she said, "I suppose so, but just one."

Mark's heart leaped in his chest. Nervously, he turned to his mother and brought his lips to hers. As their lips pressed together, he pulled her into his bare chest. When she opened her mouth, he didn't wait for her tongue; he pushed his into her warm and wet mouth. He could taste the wine she had drunk. When his tongue pulled out, his mother's followed, pressing into his mouth. He sucked on her tongue and heard her moan. The kiss went on and on, turning into a second kiss and then a third. Mark took a chance, brought his hand up, and slid it under his mother's top, touching her breast again.

Helen wasn't pretending to be asleep this time but still she couldn't stop him.

He moaned as he felt her breast in his palm. His fingers were shaking as he played with the nipple, causing his mother to push her breast into his hand and let a little moan escape her lips. Their lips were almost swollen from the continued passionate kissing.

Finally, Helen pushed him away; her breath coming in short gasps. "Mark, we can't, we... we... have to stop."

Her voice didn't seem that convincing to Mark. He pushed her back onto the ground, ignoring her weak protests and again brought his mouth to hers. His hand now worked her top up until both breasts were exposed to the cool late afternoon air, causing the nipples to harden even more. Mark broke the kiss and pulled back, looking down at his mother's beautiful full breasts.

"God, they're beautiful," Mark said leaning over as if to kiss one.

"No, Mark stop," Helen said pushing Mark away.

Mark fell onto his back, his chest heaving, looking up at the sky. "I'm... I'm an idiot, sorry Mum. I always spoil everything. I'm sorry."

Helen sat up, pulling her top back down and looked at her son. She was so worked up that she was losing control. It's my fault, not Mark's, she thought. I'm the adult and I led him on. Then a sigh escaped her lips as she looked at her son's strong chest then down to the tent in his shorts.

"You're not an idiot Mark. You're a wonderful son and I love you very much," Helen whispered, then stretched out next to him and put her head on his smooth chest. The side of her face lay on the hot skin of his chest. She could feel his heart pounding. Slowly as if she couldn't control it, her hand began to slide down her son's stomach. She marveled at his hard abdominal muscles and watched them ripple from her ticklish touch. When she reached his belt, she paused and then as if she had made a decision, she began to unbuckle his pants.

Mark lay frozen, excited beyond his wildest dreams. "Mum," he whispered.

"Shhhhh!" Helen said as she unsnapped his shorts and pulled his zipper down. She hesitated only a moment before she reached her trembling hand into his boxer shorts and grasped his hard young penis.

Mark moaned.

Helen's hand pulled his hard shaft from his shorts and out into the bright sunlight. "Oh!" she said as she looked at her son's tool. The head was swollen and dripping juice. The skin of his shaft felt warm, almost hot in her hand. Helen's world was spinning around her as she began to move her hand up and down her son's hard young penis.

Mark was shaking as he felt his mother take her finger and run it through the stream of clear juice coming from the dripping tip. Then she used it to coat the head until it was shining in the sunlight. She ran her fingers gently up and down his long shaft; bringing another long moan from him and another large bubble of juice. Her fingers dipped into the clear fluid and slowly, with her hand trembling, she brought it to her lips. Now there was a long strand of clear pre-cum juice connecting Helen's lips to her son's penis. Her head began to slowly slide down his chest.

She not going to... Mark thought as he felt his mother's head move.

Helen knew how wrong this was, how crazy, but yet she couldn't stop. She coated the palm of her hand with his clear juice then wrapped it around the hot shaft. She inched further down his chest and watched as if it were someone else's hand. It wasn't real, she told herself. She couldn't be holding her son's hard penis in her hand.

Suddenly Mark gasped and his hips pushed up.

Helen was startled when a stream of white juice shot from the head of his shaft, hitting her on the cheek and neck with great force. She squealed as it splattered across her cheek and down to her neck. Helen quickly recovered and squeezed her son's penis, milking jet after jet of sperm onto his chest and stomach in front of her wide eyes. It splattered inches from her mouth. She could smell it. Helen squeezed her legs together as she felt a spasm run through her. Her hips moved in sync with Mark's ejaculation as her own climax overtook her.

Moments later all was silent except for the birds chirping in the forest and the labored breathing of a mother and her son. Then Helen lifted her head and fell back onto the ground, her chest still heaving up and down. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. God, if he hadn't cum when he did, what was I going to do? she asked herself.

"I think it's time we head back," Helen said as she sat up. She looked down at his sperm covered stomach and shivered. She could feel the hot juice cooling on her face and beginning to run.

"Mum, I uh, uh, I'm sorry," Mark said, feeling like a fool for not controlling himself and squirting cum in her face. He looked shamefully at his mother's wet cheek and the clear stream of cum streaking her neck.

"Here take your shirt," Helen said, "it's getting dark."

Mark started to put his shirt on but hesitated, looking at the glistening juice on his mother's cheek and neck. "Do you want to use this?" he said holding his shirt out to his mother.

"No, I'm okay, let's not soil your shirt," Helen said. She felt the juice trickle down her neck and to the top of her breast. It was very odd but she wanted to feel his juice on her face. She just wasn't ready to wipe it off. Mark's farther used to love to squirt his juice into her face and she would leave it there until it dried.

As they turned to head back up the path, Helen's hand brushed her son's. Without looking down or saying a word, Helen took his hand and squeezed it.

Mark almost sighed in relief.

They walked hand in hand, back to where they had left their blanket. They retrieved the blanket and the rest of their belongings and drove home in silence. Both mother and son had a million thoughts going through their heads.

The workweek was very busy for Helen. She had to work late several nights and she brought work home with her. Mark had the playbook from his school to read, so they didn't have time to talk about the events of the weekend. Neither of them knew what to say to the other anyway, so it was a good time to assess their feelings.

Helen felt guilt about what happened. It felt like she had taken advantage of her son's innocence.

Mark was concerned that his mum would be angry with him for pushing her too far. Although, she didn't act upset and their conversations at the dinner table seemed normal. Still, he felt juvenile for not controlling himself and squirting in her face. Yet, she had left his sperm there, refusing the offer of his shirt.

On Friday Mark got up enough nerve to ask his mother if she wanted to go on another date. He feared the worst when Helen said that they had to talk.

After a quiet dinner, Helen asked Mark to join her in the living room.

Here it comes, Mark thought.

Helen patted the sofa next to her when she saw Mark start to sit in a chair across the room. She took a deep breath and looked into her son's eyes. "Mark, I feel bad about what happened last weekend."

"Mum... I... I... uh..." Mark started to speak.

"Let me speak," Helen said taking her son's hands in hers. "I'm sorry about what happened at the lake. A mother should never do anything like that with her son. I had too much to drink but that's no excuse; I was totally out of line. I, I..." Sue began to cry.

"Mum, God, you have nothing to be sorry for. I was the one that started it, I should be ashamed," Mark said, hugging his sobbing mother.

Mark held her for a long time before he felt like he had to say what he was feeling. "Mum, I... I... have to tell you that it was the greatest experience of my life, no matter whose fault it was," Mark said, lifting his mother's tear streaked face. "I never, ever, want to hurt you... or make you cry." Tears began to fall from his eyes.

"Oh Mark, I love you."

Mark brought his lips to hers in a loving and tender kiss. When he pulled away, he held her face in his hands, using his thumbs to wipe away her tears. "I'll try harder to control myself," he promised.

"And so will I," Helen added, and a little smile crossed her face.

Mark smiled back and said jokingly, "But you have to remember, I'm just a horny teenager."

Helen raised an eyebrow. Suddenly, she broke out laughing. Mark joined her, almost falling off the bed.

When Mark stopped laughing, he looked at his mother with that smile of his and said, "How about another date?"

"You're incorrigible," she said.

"I know. That's why you love me. Another date, please!"

"All right, but you have to promise to behave," Helen said lightly.

"I promise," he answered excitedly.

"Wait a minute. There have to be some rules."

"Alright," Mark answered, ready to agree to anything. "Give me the rules."

"I don't know all of them but most importantly, we have to control ourselves. Things have gotten a little out of hand so far."

"Does behaving mean that you can't teach me more about girls and guys and stuff?"

Helen was quiet for a minute. She knew she was on very dangerous ground. Her rational brain was screaming for her to stop all this. Yet, her emotional side was winning. Finally she spoke. "No, but it does mean that we have to know when to stop. When I say 'stop', that's it. You have to stop whatever you're doing, as hard as that might be. Do you agree?" Helen could feel excitement begin to course through her.

Mark thought he was going to scream. He wanted to jump for joy. This was beyond his wildest imagination. He calmed himself and said in a controlled voice, "Fair enough, you're the boss. Tomorrow night then?"

Helen took a deep breath and said, "Tomorrow night."

The following evening, they went out to a late dinner and came back home. Mark didn't try to kiss her or take advantage of the fact that she had drunk a few glasses of wine. He was a perfect gentleman except that he did try to look up her dress.

Helen just looked at him when she saw his eyes and said, "Behave." However, overall, she was impressed with his control and, strangely, just a little disappointed.

It was an unseasonably chilly June evening, so Mark started a fire in the fireplace while Helen went upstairs to change. Then he went to the kitchen and got a bottle of wine and a glass for his mom. He brought a coke back for himself and put some soft music in the CD player. He lit several scented candles around the room.

He was sitting on the sofa when Helen came back down. She had put on a pair of sky blue silky pajama pants and top. Mark whistled in appreciation as he handed her a glass of wine.

"Would you care to dance?" Mark asked. "I'm not that good but I'm a quick learner."

"Great idea! But I thought you didn't know how?"

"I don't," Mark smiled sheepishly.

"Alright, I guess this is a good time for a lesson then," Helen said taking a quick drink before putting her wine on the table. "Your father had two left feet but he tried hard and was going to take lessons before he..." Helen's voice trailed off. She stepped forward and took her son in her arms, placing her head on his shoulder.

Within seconds, she realized that he needed some major work. She pulled back and smiled at her son. "You definitely need a lesson," she said with a laugh. "Now the first thing is, DON'T STEP ON YOUR DATE'S FEET."

"Ah Mum, I know that," Mark responded.

They danced for the better part of an hour. Helen taught him how to hold a girl and how to move smoothly around the room. Mark was a fast learner and got the hang of it very quickly. Finally, they tired and sat on the sofa together.

"That was great Mum, thanks."

"You're welcome."

"Mum, can I ask you a question?"

"Anything dear."

"Well, all... all the boys talk about things. You know, girls and things. They... talk about... you know... oral sex."

Oh here it comes! thought Helen.

"I... I ... was just wondering if girls really like to do that... uh you know." Mark began to stutter a little, as he became nervous with the frank question. Suddenly he stopped and his face flushed. "I'm... sorry, I shouldn't ask a question like that."

"Of course you should ask. How else are you going to learn," Helen said, feeling suddenly like a teacher.

Her response calmed Mark's nerves so he continued. "I know there are a lot of girls that do it, but do they really like it? I mean... you know, like the taste?" Mark was only being partially facetious with the question. The boys in school all talked about it but he was curious to know if women really liked.

"Well, I think a lot of girls like to do it. Your dad and I..." Helen stopped, not wanting to get too personal. "I'm sure there are lots of girls that like it, but I'm not sure they really like the taste. I guess it's like Scotch, you have to acquire a taste for it," she said and smiled. "I think the thrill of doing something like that for someone you love is what I like." Helen paused for a second to let him absorb that. Then she added, "Girls also like to have it done to them, it's a two way street you know."

"Really! I mean... I've seen it in movies but I thought it was just for show," Mark said, truly amazed.

"Of course they do. Don't be so self-centered," Helen said almost in anger. Then her tone softened. "A man should be just as willing to use his mouth on a woman as having it done to him. A man that is good with his mouth will have a lot of girlfriends." Helen laughed a little self-consciously, feeling a little thrill go through her groin at the thought.

As Mark sat there thinking about that, he felt his already hard penis begin to pulse. It did sound like fun. "Mum," Mark said, then hesitated.

"Yes?"

"Mum, since you are my teacher about dating girls and stuff, would you tell me... uh tell me about... about... you know the oral sex stuff. I... mean... how does a girl do it?" Mark asked taking a big chance. He figured his mother would see right through his farce.

Helen sat silent for some time. She held her wineglass in her hand and stared at the wine, swirling it around. She felt that old thrill go through her. "Mark, I think that's going a good bit too far."

"Okay, I just thought I'd ask. Can't hurt to ask, can it?" Mark said trying to act like it had all been a joke.

"No it can't, but let me think about it," Helen said putting her glass down on the table. She leaned over to Mark and brought his lips to hers. She had wanted a kiss so bad tonight. Mark was being too much of a gentleman.

They held each other, kissing passionately for a long time. Finally, Helen felt Mark's hand on her silk covered breast. It's about time! she thought. Helen moaned into her son's mouth as he squeezed her soft breast. Then, she surprised Mark by reaching up and slowly unbuttoning her pajama top, all the way down the front as their lips stayed locked together. Then she pulled the top open and pressed her naked flesh to her son. They moaned into each other's mouths.

Finally, when they broke away, both of them were breathing hard. There was fire burning in Helen's eyes.

Mark's eyes were wide as he looked down at his mother's naked chest. He bent his head and started to kiss down her neck when he felt her hands on his cheeks.

Helen held Mark's face in her hands and looked into his eyes. Oh hell, she thought, I can't resist this boy. Still staring into his eyes, her hand moved to his crotch and rubbed gently over his penis. It was throbbing and stretched down the leg of his shorts. Helen gasped as her hand wrapped around the shaft. She squeezed him, working down the cloth-covered protrusion. It felt huge.

Deep inside, Helen's brain was screaming... Stop! Stop!

Then Mark felt his mother's hand move to his belt. His heart began to beat wildly.

Helen pulled back and used both hands to open her son's shorts. Then she slid off the sofa and onto the floor between his legs, her top flapping carelessly open. She reached up, grasped the waist of his shorts, and pulled on them. Mark sat wide-eyed looking down at his mother.

"Give me a little help, will you?" Helen said.

Mark came out of his trance, lifted his butt off the sofa, and let his mother strip his pants and underwear over his bare feet.

Helen sat back and gasped again. Her son was now naked from the waist down and his raging erection was throbbing in front of her face. She studied it for a second time. He had cum so quickly in the park that she didn't really get to see it that well. His penis was beautiful and perfect. It was longer and thicker than his father's, with blue veins bulging on the sides and a perfectly mushroom shaped crown. Helen slid her hands up his thighs, moving forward until she was inches from his penis. She looked on in wonder at his equipment. Slowly her hands took hold of the shaft, gently, almost like it was fine china.

Mark moaned and bucked his hips. "Settle down, we don't want you to go off too soon. A good blow job should be slow and sensual," Helen said, bringing his leaking cock close to her lips.

Mark almost climaxed from his mother's words alone. "A good blow job," she had said. He began to tremble all over.

Helen shot her tongue out, flicking it across the head and tasting his sweet juice.

Mark moaned again.

She used her tongue to lick around the head, teasing the sensitive skin where the head and shaft met. Helen was being very careful not to over excite him. She knew from last weekend that he could cum very quickly.

Helen took the head into her mouth, gently sucking it, then using her teeth to put a little pressure around the edges. Helen loved oral sex. She was one of "those girls" that liked the taste. It had been one of her favorite things to do to Mark's father. And, she was very good at it too. Tonight, she used all of her skills to work her son to a peak and then she would back off, keeping him on the edge for a long, long time.

Mark stared in amazement as he watched his beautiful mother worship his cock. She seemed to be in a world of her own. He watched as her tongue licked him and then her mouth sucked him inside. He would moan each time she would take the shaft deep into her mouth. Several times, he began to throb, near orgasm, but his mother would squeeze tight at the base until he was under control again. It was the most incredible feeling he had ever felt.

Helen worked on him for over a half-hour, literally making love to his penis. However, she knew that Mark couldn't take much more. The truth was that she couldn't take much more either. She now wanted him to cum as bad as he did; she thirsted for his sweet juice. It had been a long time since she had tasted sperm. Helen had acquired a taste for cum years ago.

Mark wanted to thrust his hips up at his mother in the worst way, but he sat still, letting her take the lead.

Helen wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft and held it tight as she pulled her head back and stuck out her tongue, flicking the tip. She looked up at her son who was still staring wide-eyed at her. Then she closed her eyes and put her mouth over the head of his penis. Her hand moved up and down several times rapidly. That was all it took.

Mark thought his head was going to explode. He yelled loud enough for the neighbors to hear and his hips lifted off the sofa.

Helen's head moved back in surprise at the force of his ejaculation but kept the head in her mouth. The hot cream hit the back of her throat, choking her momentarily. She swallowed just in time for another blast to enter her mouth. She was ready this time and swallowed it down rapidly, waiting for the next shot. It came quickly, filling her mouth to over flowing. She tried to swallow it all but it was just too much. It dripped from the corners of her mouth and ran down to her son's balls. As his sticky white cum dripped from her chin, Helen felt that familiar tremor in her pussy. Suddenly, she took a huge swallow and began to climax. She bucked her hips as her vagina throbbed. She lost control for a moment and stopped sucking. As her mouth filled, she quickly realized she had to swallow.

Mark thought he was going to die. He had never felt anything so intense. He couldn't believe that he was sitting here on his sofa, squirting cum into his mother's mouth. And, she was drinking it! He could hear her struggling to swallow it all. Now he knew that his mum was right; some girls do like the taste.

When he could cum no more, Helen released his depleted penis and moved her tongue down to his balls to clean up what had spilled from her mouth.

Mark was lying back exhausted. When he opened his eyes, he saw his mother's pretty blue eyes staring up at him. Her lips and chin were coated with his white cum, but she had swallowed most of it. Mark couldn't resist; he reached down and pulled his mother up to him.

Helen was surprised when Mark brought his lips to hers; they shared a very wet and intimate kiss.

Both Mark and his mum realized that the ice had been broken and that there was no going back. The best that Helen could hope for was to control how far they went. However, she knew that that was going to be exceedingly difficult. After all, she had her own needs. However, she na‹vely thought that if she could keep him satisfied orally then he wouldn't try to push it further.

The following morning she was in the bathroom in her bra and knickers getting dressed. It was Saturday and she wasn't going into work for a change. She saw Mark looking into the bathroom through the slightly opened door. With a sigh, she turned and looked at him.

Mark smiled and pushed the door open. "Good morning Mum," he said as he stepped into the bathroom.

"Good morning sweetheart." Helen kissed his lips quickly and turned back to the mirror to put her makeup on.

Mark stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

She saw him looking over her shoulder at her thinly dressed form. Her nipples began to harden under her sheer beige bra. Then she saw his hands slowly moving up her stomach and over her rib cage. When his hands reached her bra-covered breasts, his lips touched the tender area of her neck. A chill ran through Her and she whispered, "Mark." However, there was no admonishment in her voice and she didn't say stop.

Slowly Mark pushed his fingers under her bra. "I want to see your breasts," he whispered. When his mother just moaned, he boldly pushed the bra up, letting both breasts pop free. "Oh God," he moaned when he saw her large breasts in the mirror. His hands covered the soft flesh and began to knead them like dough.

"Mark," Helen moaned again, rapidly losing control. She could feel her son's hard penis pressing into her panty-covered buttocks. Her own hips began to push backward. With a deep breath, Helen spun around in Mark's arms. She saw him smile and as he bent to kiss her lips. Instead of giving him her lips, Helen slid to her knees. Quickly she unsnapped his shorts and pulled them down. She gasped when his penis sprung out and hit her in the face. He hadn't worn any underwear.

"Oh God Mum," Mark moaned as his mother took his penis into her mouth and began to suck. His hips began to move back and forth, forcing his penis to the back of her throat. He watched as her face showed the pleasure she was getting from sucking him. Mark was rapidly reaching the point of no return. "Mum," he hissed. When she didn't respond, he said it louder. "Mum!"

Helen groaned around her son's penis and looked up at him.

"Mum... can I fuck your ti... breasts?"

Helen opened her eyes wide in surprise. God, he was so much like his father. That was one of his favorite things to do. Slowly Helen pulled his penis from her mouth. She looked up at Mark and smiled. Then she kissed the swollen head lovingly before sitting up on her knees until his penis was between her breasts. She reached behind her, unsnapped her bra, and dropped it to the floor. Then she took a bottle of cream from the counter. Without a word, she squirted it between her 38C breasts and then closed the mounds around him, imprisoning him in her soft flesh.

"Ohhhhhh!!!" Mark moaned as the warm flesh enveloped him. He watched in excitement as she began to move her breasts up and down, her mouth catching the head when it reached her lips. Mark knew that he wasn't going to last very long. This was just too wild. His hips began to move quickly, forcing his penis between her breasts so rapidly that she couldn't catch the head in her mouth any more.

Helen held her breasts tightly around her son's penis, looking up at his pleasure filled face. She saw him grimace and knew that he was close.

"Oh God Mum... I'm going to... ohhhhhhh... cummmmm!!!" Suddenly, Mark's penis throbbed and shot a huge string of juice into the air, hitting his mother's chin and running down her chest. Then another blast hit her and then another, splattering across her chest. It kept coming until there was nothing left but a slow trickle.

When the last drop was squeezed out, Mark staggered backward. He saw his mother looking at her cum-covered breasts. Then he watched her begin to massage the thick juice into the soft skin.

Helen was lost in her own world for a few minutes. When she realized that Mark was staring at her she stood up. "I have to get dressed now, so give me a little privacy please."

"Uh... okay,