Thelma and Me Summer of 65 part 2
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June 20th
Dear Journal,
Every morning I come down now in my underwear to the kitchen, and every morning mom is totally naked out of the shower. Neither of us acknowledges anything is different, or weird or inappropriate about this. Then when we Mom gets home from work, she’ll gradually shed her clothing. By the time she slides her feet over my lap for her foot rub (best part of the day!) she’s usually wearing just her underwear, sometimes a nightie. The best one is purple, totally sheer and stops as her upper thigh. I swear I can watch her nipples getting hard as I massage her aches and toes! She tells me that I give the best foot rubs she’s ever had… she says she wished dad had touched her like this.
Though they aren’t just foot rubs anymore. Sometimes, my hands start to wander a little up her calves, then up to her thighs, just a little. The other night, she asked if I would mind rubbing her shoulders. I said of course, and started to get up.
“Sit still,” she said. She shifted in her seat. Before I knew, what was going on she was laying her head onto my lap and sticking her feet over the armrest. I fidgeted in my seat and exhaled slowly. She was right over my junk! I had to slam my thighs together to keep my cock from popping up right into her ear. “Mmmm, do your magic son,” she murmured.
I cracked my knuckles and lay my hands on her upper back, and began to gently work at her muscles. As I did, I looked out over her body, and watched her butt wiggle a little in her boy shorts. Her head nuzzled against me.
“Oooh God… That feels so nice. You’ll make a very nice husband… mmmm one of these days.”
I fidgeted a little more, wrenching my thighs closed. Mom asked if I was okay. As she spoke, I could feel the warmth of her breath creeping down my fly.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Does this feel good?” I asked. My hands were creeping down her spine, feeling her tension seep out of her. I stopped them right about her butt-cheeks. Part of my brain (the part that lives in my pants) told me to just keep going. Just grab hold of her ass then if she balked, I could just say I hadn’t been paying attention. See if she would let me. Sensing she wanted me to... but I didn’t. I froze up and let my fingers slider back up. Mom wiggled a little more.
“Oh honey, it feels amazing… you know just where to touch me.”
Afterwards she went up to bed. I sat downstairs a little longer. I waited in silence. Waiting for a familiar sound. Then in the still of the house, I heard it. The buzz. I closed my eyes and imagined it. I started massaging myself through my shorts. As I did, I suddenly had a very odd thought. I walked up the stairs. Not thundering but not really trying to hide my presence either. When I got to the landing, I could hear the buzzing louder. Her door was open as I expected and as I slipped by, I looked in enough to her full leg on her bed.
I could her moaning lowly, “ah…mmn…aaaw!” very softly but clearly. I slipped into my own room leaving the door open about a foot.
I pulled up boxers off and sat on the bed. I spit into my palm, wrapped my hand around the meat of my shaft and started to work it. The bed creaked. I stroked myself fast, faster than I normally would. I wanted it to make a sound, a put-put-put sound of skin hitting skin. I wanted the bed to squeak as well. I noticed the buzzing got louder. I groaned a little. Started to breath heavy. We were doing it together. I closed my eyes and imagined that there wasn’t a hallway between us. I wondered if she was dreaming the same thing. After a few minutes, I heard her panting. I speed up; my bed was really creaking now. I heard her cry out, sharp and clear, “Aww! Awww!” My eyes closed hard and I bet forward.
“Gaw! Uh!” I groaned.
I fell back on the bed breathing harder. My face was dripping sweat; my cock lay draining onto my sheets. I heard the faint sound of a drawer opening and closing. “Goodnight Jason.” I heard a voice whisper softly. Then the door closed. Sometime later, I fell asleep.
*
June 24th
Dear Journal,
Came down this morning as usual, but instead of mom I found a plate of Eggo Waffles on the kitchen table with a note beside it. I sat down, picked up the paper, and immediately recognized mom’s slender, feminine hand writing:
Had to leave early today, big day at work. Have a nice day! Try to get out, meet some people, and get some fresh air! Be home by four though, I’ll be home early and I am planning on a special treat for dinner… and I want my foot rub :-P
Love, Mom.
I considered the note as I munched my waffles. A special treat for dinner, what could she mean? For all I knew. It meat just what it sounded like. She was trying out a new recipe or making my favorite. You have to get that, as totally weird as things are…they aren’t just weird. They’re also normal. That doesn’t make sense but it’s the only way I know to put it. When we aren’t naked or having one of our late night listening sensations, she’s still just my mom. So that might have been all she meant… but I thought different. It kinda felt like she was dropping my hint to be out of the house for a little while.
So I finished up the breakfast, washed my plate, showered and dressed. I waited til’ a little after noon then headed out. I walked to the park, found a nice little spot to read and dig into a PB and J. I All day though I kept looking at my phone to check the time. I knew I was just counting down the hours ‘til 4. Time was moving so damn slow! I tried walking some more, watching some kids playing a pickup game of baseball, all the while my mind kept turning back to mom and the “special treat” she had waiting for me.
Finally, at around 3:30 I headed back. Trying to walk slowly, but getting faster and faster as I went. When I got to our street, I stopped dead in my tracks. There was another car in the driveway. A silver Porsche, no more than a year old. I walked toward it slowly. I looked from it to the house then back again. I was totally confused now. What did this development mean?
I walked up to door and after a minute of consideration opened it. I heard it right away. Steady creaks, and thumping from upstairs, almost like a box spring and headboard hitting a wall. I closed the door behind me, very carefully, trying to move silently. I could hear two voices drifting down the stairs. “Aw! Oh! Yea! Yea! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”
“Huh! Huh! Mm! Shit! Uh you like that! Uhh! You like getting nailed like that?”
“Huh, oh yeah, mmm, I fucking love it…mmm, hang on, oh god lemme get up…fuck me doggy style.”
I crept silently across the floor and stood at the bottom of the stairs looking up. I could hear it all so clearly, the bed creaking, the sheets rustling, the floor shaking. I took a deep breath and kicked off my shoes. I started walking up the stairs, taking one at a time on tiptoes. I could hear the steps creaking minutely under my feet and felt my stomach turn over. I got to the landing and when I peered down the hall, I saw that the door was open. Not just a crack, but halfway open.
I pressed myself up against the far wall and started creeping my way along the hall. My entire body was trembling. I thought I was going to faint as I got to the door. Mom’s bed is up against the wall next to the door, and I could see both of them. Mom was on her knees, legs parted, her fingers gripping into the sheets. Her…friend was behind her. I could only see the back of his head, a mane of brown hair in disarray. He was broad shouldered and well muscled. He was bent behind her, hands wrapped around her hips, well-toned ass heaving back and forth, as he grunted. Mom’s head was bent down and her back was arched. The entire floor was shuddering and groaning as they moved.
“Oh! Uh! Yeah! Goddamn you’re so fucking wet…mmm you’re such a nasty slut.”
“Yes! Yes! Fuck me like a nasty slut…mmm I love it! Aw! Huh! Huh!”
My heart was beating so hard and I was shaking so bad I had to close my eyes for a moment and count to five just so I could see straight. There was so much going through my head. It was hot. So, so hot, hearing her moan like that. Watching him thrusting, knowing that his thick, meaty cock was pounding into her and she was loving it. Hearing the sound of his thighs colliding with hers, the panting and the dirty talking. I’m soooo hard now just thinking about it. But also, I was…jealous. I wanted to be the one on the bed behind her. I wanted to be the one making her moan like that.
I don’t know how long that went on, but a moment later, her head lifted, throwing out her chin in the air. There was a mirror on the door of the closet across from the bed. I could see her face. Eyes closed, mouth hung open in a silent, ecstatic scream, cheeks burning like coals. Her breasts jiggled with the impact of his body on hers. I wanted to dart away to my room and beat my throbbing meat. But I couldn’t move. I had to see more. And I was glad I stayed, because a moment later she opened her eyes. They seemed to sparkle, as they fell on the mirror and onto me. She was looking straight at me, no denying it. I was caught. My mouth opened and I took in a tiny little gasp of fear and shame, feeling like a little boy with his hand in the cookie jar. My brain was screaming at my legs to run but they wouldn’t move!
Then her face changed. She smiled. A wide, Cheshire cat grin. Looking right at me as her body rocked back and forth. Her eyes closed again sharply and she grimaced. “Gaw! Keep going! Gonna cum! Aw shit…hmm! Aaaah!”
He sped up. Her eyes squeezed closed. “Huh! Huh! You want my cum baby, you ready for some hot cum! You fuckin’ slut, aw!”
“Yeah...Yeah I want it.”
He slid himself out of her and Mom turned around to face him, lying on her belly. She wrapped her lips around his member. Her eyes looked up at him…then darted towards the door. Towards me.
“I want your load in my mouth,” she said, before licking her lips and taking it back in. Her fingers pumped at his shaft (it looked so big in her hand!) She opened her mouth wide, her tongued rolled on the wet, purple tip.
“Uh..uuuh! Oh! Huh!” His load shot out of him and into her. It spurted out and she lapped it up eagerly. It ran over her chin and down her cheeks. Finally, she took the draining dick into her mouth and suckled out the last offerings it had. Her hand was slowly working between her legs as she did. She cooed in a satisfied way as she did. Her friend just panted, stroking her hair, slowly melting down to the bed.
When at last she broke her lips away from it. She looked up at him and smiled. “That was really nice…but you better get moving. I told my son to be home by 6.”
“Yeah…ok. I’ll grab a shower.”
That got my legs going finally. I darted quickly down the stairs, moving as silently as I could, taking long strides. I ran towards the door then froze and double backed. I grabbed my shoes and scampered out the back door on the patio. I sat on the deck chair, closed my eyes and took long deep breaths. It was replaying repeatedly. Her breasts bouncing as he bucked into her. Her wild moans. The expression that crossed her face as she reached her orgasm. The hungry desire in her eyes as she sucked every last drop of cum out of his cock and balls.
Without realizing I was doing it, I unzipped my jeans. Slowly and without much thought, I began stroking myself. I came within seconds. I felt myself fading. With my climax I simply had crashed, unable to handle any more input. The warm sun and gentle breeze soothed me. I don’t know how long I just lay there drifting between being asleep and awake. Sometime later, I heard a car pulling away. It seemed so far away I barely noticed.
“Jason?” I heard someone say. I flinched just a little, coming fully awake. “Jason sweety,” Mom said. I turned to look at her. Her cheeks were glowing; her eyes were wide and alive with joy, dressed now in a pair of jeans and tank top.
“Oh, hi mom. I got back a few minutes ago…sat down to read…guess I nodded off. How was your day?”
“Wonderful! We got a major deal closed up at the office today. We ended up getting off early. So I decided to celebrate…whatcha say? Care to go out for some pizza?”
“Sounds great!” I said. I wanted to say more. I don’t know how much longer we can keep up this charade. This…game.
“Awesome, we can go in about half an hour, why don’t you…wash up in the meantime.” Her eyes flashed to below my waist. She turned and walked back into the house. I looked down and saw what she’d been looking at. My cock was still lying limp between my legs on my jeans, dripping. The game continues I guess. Oh lord! Something’s gotta give!
*
June 25th
Dear journal,
I wrote last night that something had to give…I guess I was right. I am trying to think of way to put this down…how it happened. I guess I ought to write just like I have all the other entries. It’s hard to write. Hard to focus. I’ll try though. Settle in, this might take a bit.
It was a typical day, well as typical as it’s been around here I mean. Mom and I sat in the kitchen naked, chatting, drinking coffee and eating breakfast. She had to rush off though, the big deal she had closed yesterday made for a lot of new work. She told me she might be late coming home, that she would stop for take out on the way home.
Around noon, I got an idea. I had just about everything I needed and I could pick up what I didn’t have at the local grocery store for less than twenty bucks. I headed out and bought some ground beef, a big loaf of French bread and Parmesan cheese. My mind was buzzing with ideas, hoping I could pull this off. I put water on around six, waited for it to boil and dropped in spaghetti. Around ten minutes later mom texted me: “Home, by 7:00. What you want to eat?”
As I was putting the beef on to brown I texted her back: “Don’t stop. Got a surprise for your J.”
I rushed to finish up. I set the table the table and after a little thought, I put out some candles. I took a bottle of wine off the rack by the sink and set it on the table. I ladled the spaghetti onto the plates and covered them with sauce. I lit the candles about thirty seconds before she opened the door.
“Jason, honey I’m h- oh!” Her eyes lit up as she looked at the table decked out with food. “Jason! This is fantastic! You did this?”
“Yeah…hope you like it.” I said, standing shyly by the table. Smiling at her face.
“Like it? Oh my god! This is so sweet of you! Thank you dear!” Then she leaned forward and gave me a kiss. No…that is putting it wrong. That sounds too tame. She kissed me. She put her hands on my shoulders, I expected her to peck my cheek, but she placed her lips right on mine. I was totally caught off guard. Her lips were open a little, and as they touched me, I thought about them wrapped around her lovers cock. Then they broke away. It was just a second or so. But it was like a jolt of lightning. She went and put her purse down and sat back across from me.
She board herself a glass of wine and without hesitation board me one as well. It was…magical. I know that’s cheesy, but it was. It was like something out of a movie. We talked, and laughed and ate and drank (I finished off my glass and had just half a one after that, she had at least three), and it was really something special. The pasta came out perfect, and the wine was sweet. The candles seemed to make her glow. It seemed to last hours.
“Honey,” she said at last, “I don’t think I’ve ever had a nicer candlelit dinner ever. Thank you.”
I blushed, “Thanks mom. I just wanted to do something special for you. To show I really appreciate everything you’ve done. I’m glad you liked it. Why don’t you go get comfortable, I’ll wash up.”
“Nonsense! I’ll get these, you’ve done enough dear.”
I shook my head, already picking up the plates. “I got it! I already started them anyway. Dad always taught me that a good cook should clean as they go.”
This seemed to make her frown a little. “Your Dad…certainly raised a fine young man. It’s really been wonderful having you here. It’s been nice…getting to know you better. I love you honey.”
“I love you too mom.” I said. I love every part of you, I thought. I felt so dirty at that moment. I didn’t care. In fact, I liked it.
She headed upstairs and I finished up the last of the dishes. When she came back down, she was in her purple baby-doll nightie and a pair of pink low-rise boy shorts with a lace trims. “You want your foot rub now Mom?” I asked, hoping to sound confident, like a charmer.
She grinned, “You are spoiling me little boy…of course I do. But you go get comfy first. I’ll be on the couch.” I started to walk towards the stairs, and then thought better of it. Why bother going to my room? It was silly. Instead, I just started pulling off my shirt. I headed down the hall to the small laundry room and dropped my shirt and jeans into the hamper. I came back into the living room in my boxers.
The TV was on. She had lain herself down beside me, resting her head on the armrest, bare legs crossed neatly. I walked around the couch with her other side. She lifted her legs primly upwards to let me slide down beneath her. She settled her feet over lap, sliding deliberately and smoothly over my junk as she did. I fidgeted a little, but decided to make no effort to hide my hardon. I took her foot and began to work at it. The arches, the heels, the balls, I rubbed them with more vigor than I had before. She signed long and deep.
“Feels so nice,” she whispered. I massaged her feet for a few minutes more, and then began to work her calves. Kneading her tense muscles with earnest determination. My fingers crept up her skin, from ankle to knee.
“Jason?” Mom said softly.
“Yes Mom?” My fingers, shaking just a little bit, crept up over her knee to her thigh.
“I was wondering something…what were you thinking…while you were watching Howard fuck me yesterday?”
I froze up. I looked up from her leg to her face. She was smiling a little, and raised her eyebrows. I squirmed again. I looked back down and started massaging her thigh again. She spread her legs a little, and bent her leg, so that her foot was flat against my crotch. “I don’t know what you mean.” I answered coolly.
“I think we can stop being coy son. I know you were watching. I saw you. What were you thinking?”
My hands slid the entire why up her thigh, then back down. I moved on to the other. “I was watching your face…listening as you moaned…I was thinking about him…his…”
“Cock?”
“Yeah…I thinking of it plowing into you. In… and out. Mom…it was so hot. How was it for you?”
She cooed as my hands pushed back up her leg, ‘til my hand rested right at the base of her underwear. “Mmmm… It felt so nice. Howard has such a big cock. I love feeling it spear me… I’ve been so fucking horny lately….mmm knowing you were watching was so, so sexy Jason.”
“You like it doggy style?”
“Yes...but there was a reason I wanted him to take me like that yesterday…on my knees, with him behind me, I could imagine it was someone else fucking me.”
I swallowed hard. My cock was rigid now, and she was gently rubbing it with her foot. “Who?”
“Oh honey…” she said, and rather than say anything else, she stroked my arm, took hold of my wrist and place it over her Panties. I could feel the warm cleft beneath the soft lace. My hand pushed against the fabric. She gasped and my fingers rubbed up and down. She grabbed my wrist with both hands and pushed my hand under her underwear. She was hot and wet beneath and my fingers pet her soft lips, my palm rested on the downy fuzz of her pubic hair. My jaw opened and I stared at the bizarre, amazing sight of my hand cut off at the wrist under her shorts. I felt like I was drunk or dreaming.
Mom’s back arched and she gasped again. “Hah! Aaw…Oh you know just where to touch me….” she crooned.
Something seemed to…kind of pop in my head. I turned in my seat, started to pull her shorts down. “Mom!” I said desperately. She looked back at me her eyes wide, hungry, and eager. “Jason! Honey, oh god. Do you want this? Do you want me…?” She asked her voice breathy.
I cast her panties to the side and leaned over her. She took me by the shoulders. “Mom, I do. I want you so, so bad. I know it’s wrong, but god I do! You want this?” She pulled herself up against me, lacing her fingers in my hair. I started to kiss her neck and shoulders.
“I’ve…wanted this…since I first saw the look on your face…when my robe was open. The very first day…then I saw you…jacking off in your room…touching yourself…I knew you were thinking of me…touch me baby. Touch me all over.”
She pushed her face into mine and our lips found each other. Her tongue slid into my mouth. My hands slid over her shoulders, down her breasts. I squeezed them, her nipples hard beneath the fabric of her baby-doll. Her mouth… and the feel of her tongue against mine, her body moving against mine. She broke away and she looked into my eyes. They were big and full of love and desire. Without saying anything, she stood up and let her nightgown slip to the floor. She sat back down and pressed her naked body up against mine. I explored her with my hands, and my lips and my tongue.
My hands glided over her back. I kissed and licked my way over her breasts. Mom was purring, stroking my hair and cheek as I extended my tongue and rolled it around her nipple, before taking it into my mouth. I moved to the next one. I kissed her down her stomach, creeping to the floor as I did. I knelt in front of her and she scooted all the way to the edge of the couch. I placed my hands on her knees and gently pushed them open.
“Spread your legs wide…I want to look at you,” I whispered.
She opened her legs as wide as they would go. She was totally exposed to me. I saw the dark patch of her hair. Her wet, pink lips the slick, jewel of her clit, the narrow tunnel of her vag. I rested my hands on her knees and looked up at her. She looked down at me and it seemed like something unspoken passed between us. I was looking at the place I had come from. It was odd. Like seeing the Grand Canyon, or the statue of liberty. Something of huge importance and beauty. “You’re so beautiful Mom,” I said, my voice hushed and awed. Her hands ran though my hair, and cupped my face.
“Do wanna kiss me honey? Mmm, do you want put your mouth on my body, your tongue inside me? Oh, my sweet baby.” She murmured. And then she was drawing me in, between her thighs. I parted my lips, and placed them on hers. The taste…it was sweet, salty, and warm. My mouth began to undulate. My tongue danced and pushed inside of her. It wiggled and slithered, up and down her slit, it circled her throbbing nub of her clitoris. Mom’s body tensed. She sucked in air sharply.
“Huh! Uuuh…that’s right….just like that…”
I let my tongue explore her more, and then pushed it firmly against her clit. I’d only done this once before, but I’d listened to advice from friends. And I followed the cues her body was giving me. I grabbed her thighs tightly and drove my face as deeply into her as I could, her scent filling my nose, her juices rolling down my cheeks and chin. I rolled the tip of my tongue on her in a smooth and constant loop, as my lips moved back and forth in a deep kiss.
“Uuuuuuuuh…yes baby…ooooh you do that so good….uh! Aw! Mmmmn!” She was breathing hard. “Huh! Huh! Huh! Oh! Oh!” Her hips bucked out like crazy! I was a little scared for a second, as her legs shook and she crammed my head and crammed it deeper into her. I was worried I’d smother. But then she relaxed and fell back against the couch. She let go of me and I looked up at her. Her cheeks were red, her mouth open, and eyes burning. “Come up here, sit close to me,” she said in that breathy voice. I did as she said, sitting flush with her. I wrapped my arm around her, cupping her breast. She took my free hand and set it down between her legs. My fingers pressed against her. She reached down and began to massage my bulging shorts. Her hand slid into the fly and wrapped around my shaft. Gently she started stroking me.
“You like this?” she asked.
“Mom…oh…yes! God yes! I…love you mom…I love your body….mmm, is that wrong?” I answered, sliding a finder up her pussy. Her other arm held me by the shoulders. “Aw! Aaah! Honey…there is nothing wrong…with loving someone else…nothing wrong with –mmn!-feeling good….put another finger in me…tell me what you want to do to me.”
Obligingly I slid a second finger inside of her. I moved them in and out; her body seemed to suck them in wetly. “I wanna fuck you mom…”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I wanna…put my cock into my mother’s tight; dripping pussy…I want to be balls deep in you…”
“Huh, huh…I know…I want it inside me. I want my son’s throbbing cock in me. I want you to take me…haaaah.” Her voice was shaking.
“So what do we do now?” I asked as she squeezed my dick tighter.
“I think…we ought to go into the bedroom now.”
I was scared. I was thrilled. I was so fucking horny. Mom and I stood up. She took my hand and we started walking up the stairs. I felt detached from myself. Like I was watching this all in a movie. I wondered again, fleetingly if this was wrong. If maybe, I ought to stop it now. But I kept walking, knowing there was no way I could stop it now even if I really wanted to. When we got to her room, we stood in the door looking down at the bed. She squeezed my hand and I squeezed back. She let go, and started to walk to the bed.
“Mom,” I said shyly and she turned to look at me. “I just wanted…I should let you know…this is the first…I’ve never…” I couldn’t finish. I didn’t have to. She smiled reassuringly at me.
“You’re a virgin honey?” she suggested. I nodded. She took my hands. “Don’t worry…just relax.” She pulled me towards her, as she lay back over the sheets. I fell on top of her, kissing her on the mouth, holding her hips. We squirmed up the bed and she spread her legs apart. I positioned myself between them, placing the tip of my cock on her pussy lips. I broke away from her mouth and looked at her eyes. They sparkled. Smiling, she wrapped her hands around my butt cheeks and gently pushed on them. I started to slide into her.
The warmth of her slipped over me as I pushed inwards. Her eyes got wider and her mouth hung open. She gasped a little. I went in deeper. She was dripping wet and sooo tight. Her muscled squeezed against me. When I stopped she smiled, and laughed a little, not meanly or anything, but with girlish delight. She stroked my cheek. “Welcome home Jason.” And I guess that’s where I was.
(Later)
Mom just fell back asleep. It’s the middle of the night now. But I’m too awake fall back asleep just yet. Besides, I’m just enjoying the spectacle of her. Sleeping there, naked in the tangled sheets, half under the covers. Breathing in and out, her hair plastered by sweat to her forehead. In a moment, I will curl up next to her. Drape my arm over her, press myself up to her body and sleep deeply. But I am up now, and I want to write about what just happened.
That first time, was wonderful, magical…though a little fast. We both enjoyed it for sure. But, you have to remember I’m still a newbie. I started to thrust in and out of her, slowly at first, caught up by the warmth and the tightness of her. Then getting faster, as she pulled her legs further apart. ITo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
Dear Journal,
Every morning I come down now in my underwear to the kitchen, and every morning mom is totally naked out of the shower. Neither of us acknowledges anything is different, or weird or inappropriate about this. Then when we Mom gets home from work, she’ll gradually shed her clothing. By the time she slides her feet over my lap for her foot rub (best part of the day!) she’s usually wearing just her underwear, sometimes a nightie. The best one is purple, totally sheer and stops as her upper thigh. I swear I can watch her nipples getting hard as I massage her aches and toes! She tells me that I give the best foot rubs she’s ever had… she says she wished dad had touched her like this.
Though they aren’t just foot rubs anymore. Sometimes, my hands start to wander a little up her calves, then up to her thighs, just a little. The other night, she asked if I would mind rubbing her shoulders. I said of course, and started to get up.
“Sit still,” she said. She shifted in her seat. Before I knew, what was going on she was laying her head onto my lap and sticking her feet over the armrest. I fidgeted in my seat and exhaled slowly. She was right over my junk! I had to slam my thighs together to keep my cock from popping up right into her ear. “Mmmm, do your magic son,” she murmured.
I cracked my knuckles and lay my hands on her upper back, and began to gently work at her muscles. As I did, I looked out over her body, and watched her butt wiggle a little in her boy shorts. Her head nuzzled against me.
“Oooh God… That feels so nice. You’ll make a very nice husband… mmmm one of these days.”
I fidgeted a little more, wrenching my thighs closed. Mom asked if I was okay. As she spoke, I could feel the warmth of her breath creeping down my fly.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Does this feel good?” I asked. My hands were creeping down her spine, feeling her tension seep out of her. I stopped them right about her butt-cheeks. Part of my brain (the part that lives in my pants) told me to just keep going. Just grab hold of her ass then if she balked, I could just say I hadn’t been paying attention. See if she would let me. Sensing she wanted me to... but I didn’t. I froze up and let my fingers slider back up. Mom wiggled a little more.
“Oh honey, it feels amazing… you know just where to touch me.”
Afterwards she went up to bed. I sat downstairs a little longer. I waited in silence. Waiting for a familiar sound. Then in the still of the house, I heard it. The buzz. I closed my eyes and imagined it. I started massaging myself through my shorts. As I did, I suddenly had a very odd thought. I walked up the stairs. Not thundering but not really trying to hide my presence either. When I got to the landing, I could hear the buzzing louder. Her door was open as I expected and as I slipped by, I looked in enough to her full leg on her bed.
I could her moaning lowly, “ah…mmn…aaaw!” very softly but clearly. I slipped into my own room leaving the door open about a foot.
I pulled up boxers off and sat on the bed. I spit into my palm, wrapped my hand around the meat of my shaft and started to work it. The bed creaked. I stroked myself fast, faster than I normally would. I wanted it to make a sound, a put-put-put sound of skin hitting skin. I wanted the bed to squeak as well. I noticed the buzzing got louder. I groaned a little. Started to breath heavy. We were doing it together. I closed my eyes and imagined that there wasn’t a hallway between us. I wondered if she was dreaming the same thing. After a few minutes, I heard her panting. I speed up; my bed was really creaking now. I heard her cry out, sharp and clear, “Aww! Awww!” My eyes closed hard and I bet forward.
“Gaw! Uh!” I groaned.
I fell back on the bed breathing harder. My face was dripping sweat; my cock lay draining onto my sheets. I heard the faint sound of a drawer opening and closing. “Goodnight Jason.” I heard a voice whisper softly. Then the door closed. Sometime later, I fell asleep.
*
June 24th
Dear Journal,
Came down this morning as usual, but instead of mom I found a plate of Eggo Waffles on the kitchen table with a note beside it. I sat down, picked up the paper, and immediately recognized mom’s slender, feminine hand writing:
Had to leave early today, big day at work. Have a nice day! Try to get out, meet some people, and get some fresh air! Be home by four though, I’ll be home early and I am planning on a special treat for dinner… and I want my foot rub :-P
Love, Mom.
I considered the note as I munched my waffles. A special treat for dinner, what could she mean? For all I knew. It meat just what it sounded like. She was trying out a new recipe or making my favorite. You have to get that, as totally weird as things are…they aren’t just weird. They’re also normal. That doesn’t make sense but it’s the only way I know to put it. When we aren’t naked or having one of our late night listening sensations, she’s still just my mom. So that might have been all she meant… but I thought different. It kinda felt like she was dropping my hint to be out of the house for a little while.
So I finished up the breakfast, washed my plate, showered and dressed. I waited til’ a little after noon then headed out. I walked to the park, found a nice little spot to read and dig into a PB and J. I All day though I kept looking at my phone to check the time. I knew I was just counting down the hours ‘til 4. Time was moving so damn slow! I tried walking some more, watching some kids playing a pickup game of baseball, all the while my mind kept turning back to mom and the “special treat” she had waiting for me.
Finally, at around 3:30 I headed back. Trying to walk slowly, but getting faster and faster as I went. When I got to our street, I stopped dead in my tracks. There was another car in the driveway. A silver Porsche, no more than a year old. I walked toward it slowly. I looked from it to the house then back again. I was totally confused now. What did this development mean?
I walked up to door and after a minute of consideration opened it. I heard it right away. Steady creaks, and thumping from upstairs, almost like a box spring and headboard hitting a wall. I closed the door behind me, very carefully, trying to move silently. I could hear two voices drifting down the stairs. “Aw! Oh! Yea! Yea! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”
“Huh! Huh! Mm! Shit! Uh you like that! Uhh! You like getting nailed like that?”
“Huh, oh yeah, mmm, I fucking love it…mmm, hang on, oh god lemme get up…fuck me doggy style.”
I crept silently across the floor and stood at the bottom of the stairs looking up. I could hear it all so clearly, the bed creaking, the sheets rustling, the floor shaking. I took a deep breath and kicked off my shoes. I started walking up the stairs, taking one at a time on tiptoes. I could hear the steps creaking minutely under my feet and felt my stomach turn over. I got to the landing and when I peered down the hall, I saw that the door was open. Not just a crack, but halfway open.
I pressed myself up against the far wall and started creeping my way along the hall. My entire body was trembling. I thought I was going to faint as I got to the door. Mom’s bed is up against the wall next to the door, and I could see both of them. Mom was on her knees, legs parted, her fingers gripping into the sheets. Her…friend was behind her. I could only see the back of his head, a mane of brown hair in disarray. He was broad shouldered and well muscled. He was bent behind her, hands wrapped around her hips, well-toned ass heaving back and forth, as he grunted. Mom’s head was bent down and her back was arched. The entire floor was shuddering and groaning as they moved.
“Oh! Uh! Yeah! Goddamn you’re so fucking wet…mmm you’re such a nasty slut.”
“Yes! Yes! Fuck me like a nasty slut…mmm I love it! Aw! Huh! Huh!”
My heart was beating so hard and I was shaking so bad I had to close my eyes for a moment and count to five just so I could see straight. There was so much going through my head. It was hot. So, so hot, hearing her moan like that. Watching him thrusting, knowing that his thick, meaty cock was pounding into her and she was loving it. Hearing the sound of his thighs colliding with hers, the panting and the dirty talking. I’m soooo hard now just thinking about it. But also, I was…jealous. I wanted to be the one on the bed behind her. I wanted to be the one making her moan like that.
I don’t know how long that went on, but a moment later, her head lifted, throwing out her chin in the air. There was a mirror on the door of the closet across from the bed. I could see her face. Eyes closed, mouth hung open in a silent, ecstatic scream, cheeks burning like coals. Her breasts jiggled with the impact of his body on hers. I wanted to dart away to my room and beat my throbbing meat. But I couldn’t move. I had to see more. And I was glad I stayed, because a moment later she opened her eyes. They seemed to sparkle, as they fell on the mirror and onto me. She was looking straight at me, no denying it. I was caught. My mouth opened and I took in a tiny little gasp of fear and shame, feeling like a little boy with his hand in the cookie jar. My brain was screaming at my legs to run but they wouldn’t move!
Then her face changed. She smiled. A wide, Cheshire cat grin. Looking right at me as her body rocked back and forth. Her eyes closed again sharply and she grimaced. “Gaw! Keep going! Gonna cum! Aw shit…hmm! Aaaah!”
He sped up. Her eyes squeezed closed. “Huh! Huh! You want my cum baby, you ready for some hot cum! You fuckin’ slut, aw!”
“Yeah...Yeah I want it.”
He slid himself out of her and Mom turned around to face him, lying on her belly. She wrapped her lips around his member. Her eyes looked up at him…then darted towards the door. Towards me.
“I want your load in my mouth,” she said, before licking her lips and taking it back in. Her fingers pumped at his shaft (it looked so big in her hand!) She opened her mouth wide, her tongued rolled on the wet, purple tip.
“Uh..uuuh! Oh! Huh!” His load shot out of him and into her. It spurted out and she lapped it up eagerly. It ran over her chin and down her cheeks. Finally, she took the draining dick into her mouth and suckled out the last offerings it had. Her hand was slowly working between her legs as she did. She cooed in a satisfied way as she did. Her friend just panted, stroking her hair, slowly melting down to the bed.
When at last she broke her lips away from it. She looked up at him and smiled. “That was really nice…but you better get moving. I told my son to be home by 6.”
“Yeah…ok. I’ll grab a shower.”
That got my legs going finally. I darted quickly down the stairs, moving as silently as I could, taking long strides. I ran towards the door then froze and double backed. I grabbed my shoes and scampered out the back door on the patio. I sat on the deck chair, closed my eyes and took long deep breaths. It was replaying repeatedly. Her breasts bouncing as he bucked into her. Her wild moans. The expression that crossed her face as she reached her orgasm. The hungry desire in her eyes as she sucked every last drop of cum out of his cock and balls.
Without realizing I was doing it, I unzipped my jeans. Slowly and without much thought, I began stroking myself. I came within seconds. I felt myself fading. With my climax I simply had crashed, unable to handle any more input. The warm sun and gentle breeze soothed me. I don’t know how long I just lay there drifting between being asleep and awake. Sometime later, I heard a car pulling away. It seemed so far away I barely noticed.
“Jason?” I heard someone say. I flinched just a little, coming fully awake. “Jason sweety,” Mom said. I turned to look at her. Her cheeks were glowing; her eyes were wide and alive with joy, dressed now in a pair of jeans and tank top.
“Oh, hi mom. I got back a few minutes ago…sat down to read…guess I nodded off. How was your day?”
“Wonderful! We got a major deal closed up at the office today. We ended up getting off early. So I decided to celebrate…whatcha say? Care to go out for some pizza?”
“Sounds great!” I said. I wanted to say more. I don’t know how much longer we can keep up this charade. This…game.
“Awesome, we can go in about half an hour, why don’t you…wash up in the meantime.” Her eyes flashed to below my waist. She turned and walked back into the house. I looked down and saw what she’d been looking at. My cock was still lying limp between my legs on my jeans, dripping. The game continues I guess. Oh lord! Something’s gotta give!
*
June 25th
Dear journal,
I wrote last night that something had to give…I guess I was right. I am trying to think of way to put this down…how it happened. I guess I ought to write just like I have all the other entries. It’s hard to write. Hard to focus. I’ll try though. Settle in, this might take a bit.
It was a typical day, well as typical as it’s been around here I mean. Mom and I sat in the kitchen naked, chatting, drinking coffee and eating breakfast. She had to rush off though, the big deal she had closed yesterday made for a lot of new work. She told me she might be late coming home, that she would stop for take out on the way home.
Around noon, I got an idea. I had just about everything I needed and I could pick up what I didn’t have at the local grocery store for less than twenty bucks. I headed out and bought some ground beef, a big loaf of French bread and Parmesan cheese. My mind was buzzing with ideas, hoping I could pull this off. I put water on around six, waited for it to boil and dropped in spaghetti. Around ten minutes later mom texted me: “Home, by 7:00. What you want to eat?”
As I was putting the beef on to brown I texted her back: “Don’t stop. Got a surprise for your J.”
I rushed to finish up. I set the table the table and after a little thought, I put out some candles. I took a bottle of wine off the rack by the sink and set it on the table. I ladled the spaghetti onto the plates and covered them with sauce. I lit the candles about thirty seconds before she opened the door.
“Jason, honey I’m h- oh!” Her eyes lit up as she looked at the table decked out with food. “Jason! This is fantastic! You did this?”
“Yeah…hope you like it.” I said, standing shyly by the table. Smiling at her face.
“Like it? Oh my god! This is so sweet of you! Thank you dear!” Then she leaned forward and gave me a kiss. No…that is putting it wrong. That sounds too tame. She kissed me. She put her hands on my shoulders, I expected her to peck my cheek, but she placed her lips right on mine. I was totally caught off guard. Her lips were open a little, and as they touched me, I thought about them wrapped around her lovers cock. Then they broke away. It was just a second or so. But it was like a jolt of lightning. She went and put her purse down and sat back across from me.
She board herself a glass of wine and without hesitation board me one as well. It was…magical. I know that’s cheesy, but it was. It was like something out of a movie. We talked, and laughed and ate and drank (I finished off my glass and had just half a one after that, she had at least three), and it was really something special. The pasta came out perfect, and the wine was sweet. The candles seemed to make her glow. It seemed to last hours.
“Honey,” she said at last, “I don’t think I’ve ever had a nicer candlelit dinner ever. Thank you.”
I blushed, “Thanks mom. I just wanted to do something special for you. To show I really appreciate everything you’ve done. I’m glad you liked it. Why don’t you go get comfortable, I’ll wash up.”
“Nonsense! I’ll get these, you’ve done enough dear.”
I shook my head, already picking up the plates. “I got it! I already started them anyway. Dad always taught me that a good cook should clean as they go.”
This seemed to make her frown a little. “Your Dad…certainly raised a fine young man. It’s really been wonderful having you here. It’s been nice…getting to know you better. I love you honey.”
“I love you too mom.” I said. I love every part of you, I thought. I felt so dirty at that moment. I didn’t care. In fact, I liked it.
She headed upstairs and I finished up the last of the dishes. When she came back down, she was in her purple baby-doll nightie and a pair of pink low-rise boy shorts with a lace trims. “You want your foot rub now Mom?” I asked, hoping to sound confident, like a charmer.
She grinned, “You are spoiling me little boy…of course I do. But you go get comfy first. I’ll be on the couch.” I started to walk towards the stairs, and then thought better of it. Why bother going to my room? It was silly. Instead, I just started pulling off my shirt. I headed down the hall to the small laundry room and dropped my shirt and jeans into the hamper. I came back into the living room in my boxers.
The TV was on. She had lain herself down beside me, resting her head on the armrest, bare legs crossed neatly. I walked around the couch with her other side. She lifted her legs primly upwards to let me slide down beneath her. She settled her feet over lap, sliding deliberately and smoothly over my junk as she did. I fidgeted a little, but decided to make no effort to hide my hardon. I took her foot and began to work at it. The arches, the heels, the balls, I rubbed them with more vigor than I had before. She signed long and deep.
“Feels so nice,” she whispered. I massaged her feet for a few minutes more, and then began to work her calves. Kneading her tense muscles with earnest determination. My fingers crept up her skin, from ankle to knee.
“Jason?” Mom said softly.
“Yes Mom?” My fingers, shaking just a little bit, crept up over her knee to her thigh.
“I was wondering something…what were you thinking…while you were watching Howard fuck me yesterday?”
I froze up. I looked up from her leg to her face. She was smiling a little, and raised her eyebrows. I squirmed again. I looked back down and started massaging her thigh again. She spread her legs a little, and bent her leg, so that her foot was flat against my crotch. “I don’t know what you mean.” I answered coolly.
“I think we can stop being coy son. I know you were watching. I saw you. What were you thinking?”
My hands slid the entire why up her thigh, then back down. I moved on to the other. “I was watching your face…listening as you moaned…I was thinking about him…his…”
“Cock?”
“Yeah…I thinking of it plowing into you. In… and out. Mom…it was so hot. How was it for you?”
She cooed as my hands pushed back up her leg, ‘til my hand rested right at the base of her underwear. “Mmmm… It felt so nice. Howard has such a big cock. I love feeling it spear me… I’ve been so fucking horny lately….mmm knowing you were watching was so, so sexy Jason.”
“You like it doggy style?”
“Yes...but there was a reason I wanted him to take me like that yesterday…on my knees, with him behind me, I could imagine it was someone else fucking me.”
I swallowed hard. My cock was rigid now, and she was gently rubbing it with her foot. “Who?”
“Oh honey…” she said, and rather than say anything else, she stroked my arm, took hold of my wrist and place it over her Panties. I could feel the warm cleft beneath the soft lace. My hand pushed against the fabric. She gasped and my fingers rubbed up and down. She grabbed my wrist with both hands and pushed my hand under her underwear. She was hot and wet beneath and my fingers pet her soft lips, my palm rested on the downy fuzz of her pubic hair. My jaw opened and I stared at the bizarre, amazing sight of my hand cut off at the wrist under her shorts. I felt like I was drunk or dreaming.
Mom’s back arched and she gasped again. “Hah! Aaw…Oh you know just where to touch me….” she crooned.
Something seemed to…kind of pop in my head. I turned in my seat, started to pull her shorts down. “Mom!” I said desperately. She looked back at me her eyes wide, hungry, and eager. “Jason! Honey, oh god. Do you want this? Do you want me…?” She asked her voice breathy.
I cast her panties to the side and leaned over her. She took me by the shoulders. “Mom, I do. I want you so, so bad. I know it’s wrong, but god I do! You want this?” She pulled herself up against me, lacing her fingers in my hair. I started to kiss her neck and shoulders.
“I’ve…wanted this…since I first saw the look on your face…when my robe was open. The very first day…then I saw you…jacking off in your room…touching yourself…I knew you were thinking of me…touch me baby. Touch me all over.”
She pushed her face into mine and our lips found each other. Her tongue slid into my mouth. My hands slid over her shoulders, down her breasts. I squeezed them, her nipples hard beneath the fabric of her baby-doll. Her mouth… and the feel of her tongue against mine, her body moving against mine. She broke away and she looked into my eyes. They were big and full of love and desire. Without saying anything, she stood up and let her nightgown slip to the floor. She sat back down and pressed her naked body up against mine. I explored her with my hands, and my lips and my tongue.
My hands glided over her back. I kissed and licked my way over her breasts. Mom was purring, stroking my hair and cheek as I extended my tongue and rolled it around her nipple, before taking it into my mouth. I moved to the next one. I kissed her down her stomach, creeping to the floor as I did. I knelt in front of her and she scooted all the way to the edge of the couch. I placed my hands on her knees and gently pushed them open.
“Spread your legs wide…I want to look at you,” I whispered.
She opened her legs as wide as they would go. She was totally exposed to me. I saw the dark patch of her hair. Her wet, pink lips the slick, jewel of her clit, the narrow tunnel of her vag. I rested my hands on her knees and looked up at her. She looked down at me and it seemed like something unspoken passed between us. I was looking at the place I had come from. It was odd. Like seeing the Grand Canyon, or the statue of liberty. Something of huge importance and beauty. “You’re so beautiful Mom,” I said, my voice hushed and awed. Her hands ran though my hair, and cupped my face.
“Do wanna kiss me honey? Mmm, do you want put your mouth on my body, your tongue inside me? Oh, my sweet baby.” She murmured. And then she was drawing me in, between her thighs. I parted my lips, and placed them on hers. The taste…it was sweet, salty, and warm. My mouth began to undulate. My tongue danced and pushed inside of her. It wiggled and slithered, up and down her slit, it circled her throbbing nub of her clitoris. Mom’s body tensed. She sucked in air sharply.
“Huh! Uuuh…that’s right….just like that…”
I let my tongue explore her more, and then pushed it firmly against her clit. I’d only done this once before, but I’d listened to advice from friends. And I followed the cues her body was giving me. I grabbed her thighs tightly and drove my face as deeply into her as I could, her scent filling my nose, her juices rolling down my cheeks and chin. I rolled the tip of my tongue on her in a smooth and constant loop, as my lips moved back and forth in a deep kiss.
“Uuuuuuuuh…yes baby…ooooh you do that so good….uh! Aw! Mmmmn!” She was breathing hard. “Huh! Huh! Huh! Oh! Oh!” Her hips bucked out like crazy! I was a little scared for a second, as her legs shook and she crammed my head and crammed it deeper into her. I was worried I’d smother. But then she relaxed and fell back against the couch. She let go of me and I looked up at her. Her cheeks were red, her mouth open, and eyes burning. “Come up here, sit close to me,” she said in that breathy voice. I did as she said, sitting flush with her. I wrapped my arm around her, cupping her breast. She took my free hand and set it down between her legs. My fingers pressed against her. She reached down and began to massage my bulging shorts. Her hand slid into the fly and wrapped around my shaft. Gently she started stroking me.
“You like this?” she asked.
“Mom…oh…yes! God yes! I…love you mom…I love your body….mmm, is that wrong?” I answered, sliding a finder up her pussy. Her other arm held me by the shoulders. “Aw! Aaah! Honey…there is nothing wrong…with loving someone else…nothing wrong with –mmn!-feeling good….put another finger in me…tell me what you want to do to me.”
Obligingly I slid a second finger inside of her. I moved them in and out; her body seemed to suck them in wetly. “I wanna fuck you mom…”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I wanna…put my cock into my mother’s tight; dripping pussy…I want to be balls deep in you…”
“Huh, huh…I know…I want it inside me. I want my son’s throbbing cock in me. I want you to take me…haaaah.” Her voice was shaking.
“So what do we do now?” I asked as she squeezed my dick tighter.
“I think…we ought to go into the bedroom now.”
I was scared. I was thrilled. I was so fucking horny. Mom and I stood up. She took my hand and we started walking up the stairs. I felt detached from myself. Like I was watching this all in a movie. I wondered again, fleetingly if this was wrong. If maybe, I ought to stop it now. But I kept walking, knowing there was no way I could stop it now even if I really wanted to. When we got to her room, we stood in the door looking down at the bed. She squeezed my hand and I squeezed back. She let go, and started to walk to the bed.
“Mom,” I said shyly and she turned to look at me. “I just wanted…I should let you know…this is the first…I’ve never…” I couldn’t finish. I didn’t have to. She smiled reassuringly at me.
“You’re a virgin honey?” she suggested. I nodded. She took my hands. “Don’t worry…just relax.” She pulled me towards her, as she lay back over the sheets. I fell on top of her, kissing her on the mouth, holding her hips. We squirmed up the bed and she spread her legs apart. I positioned myself between them, placing the tip of my cock on her pussy lips. I broke away from her mouth and looked at her eyes. They sparkled. Smiling, she wrapped her hands around my butt cheeks and gently pushed on them. I started to slide into her.
The warmth of her slipped over me as I pushed inwards. Her eyes got wider and her mouth hung open. She gasped a little. I went in deeper. She was dripping wet and sooo tight. Her muscled squeezed against me. When I stopped she smiled, and laughed a little, not meanly or anything, but with girlish delight. She stroked my cheek. “Welcome home Jason.” And I guess that’s where I was.
(Later)
Mom just fell back asleep. It’s the middle of the night now. But I’m too awake fall back asleep just yet. Besides, I’m just enjoying the spectacle of her. Sleeping there, naked in the tangled sheets, half under the covers. Breathing in and out, her hair plastered by sweat to her forehead. In a moment, I will curl up next to her. Drape my arm over her, press myself up to her body and sleep deeply. But I am up now, and I want to write about what just happened.
That first time, was wonderful, magical…though a little fast. We both enjoyed it for sure. But, you have to remember I’m still a newbie. I started to thrust in and out of her, slowly at first, caught up by the warmth and the tightness of her. Then getting faster, as she pulled her legs further apart. ITo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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