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Friday night Date With Mum
“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.
“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.
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.
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 bet siteleri 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.
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.”
“Mum, can I ask you a question?”
“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.
“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,” Mark said.
As soon as Mark was gone, Helen closed the door. She pulled her knickers down and began to masturbate with one cum-covered hand. She used her other hand to caress her juice-covered breasts until a strong climax roared through her.
Finally, Helen sighed and dressed, pulling the bra over her still wet breasts. Strangely, she felt less guilt now. It seemed that each time got a little easier. That worried her.
The following evening, Helen and Mark were scheduled to go to a neighbor’s house for a party. Helen was dressed in a low cut black cocktail dress. The dress exposed a lot of her breasts and required a bra.
Mark moaned about having to wear a tie but when he saw the way his mother was dressed, he shut up. His eyes stared at her exposed chest. “Wow Mum!” was all he could muster.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” she said with a laugh. “Let’s get going.”
Helen and Mark walked down the street to the Evans’s house. It was a large house, In the back they had a large pool. The Evans’s were nice people and fit in well with the community.
Shirley Evans greeted them at the door and hugged Helen. She kissed Mark on the cheek and invited them inside. There was already a crowd of people inside the house. Within seconds, several women had Helen in a conversation. Mark smiled and wandered around the room. He knew many of the k**s but not too many of the adults. There were a number of teenaged girls that came up to Mark but he spent little time with them. He kept his eye on his mum.
Once in a while, Helen would look around for Mark. She would smile when she saw him looking at her and then make a face, indicating that he should mingle with the girls. When he would shake his head no, she would purse her lips in exasperation.
Helen had consumed quite a bit of wine in the first hour of the party. Every time her glass was empty, someone would give her another glass. Soon, she was feeling the effects.
The next time she looked for Mark, she saw him near the sliding glass door leading to the pool. When she caught his eye, she saw him make a motion with his head for her to join him. She had a feeling he was up to something so she shook her head no but smiled sweetly. For the next few minutes, every time she saw him, he would motion for her to follow him. Finally, she gave in and walked toward him.
“Let’s go out and get some air,” Mark said, leading his mother out the open slider.
It was a beautiful moonlit evening with a cloudless sky and fireflies flickering their mating calls. Mark and Helen walked down the sidewalk, past the hedgerow. When they reached the end, Mark pulled his mother to the other side. He quickly pulled her into his arms and brought his lips to hers.
“Marrr… mmmmm…” Helen moaned as she tried to protest. This was very dangerous, she thought but was unable to dissuade him as his tongue pressed into her mouth. Soon, Helen gave up her protest and melted into Mark’s strong arms. She felt his hands sliding down her bare pinbahis giriş back and across her dress to cup her buttocks.
Mark pulled his mother’s groin to his and let her feel how excited he was.
Helen moaned again and pressed back.
“God, I needed that,” Mark said breathlessly when their lips parted after a long kiss. “Every time I looked at you I wanted to rush over and kiss you.”
Helen could feel her head spinning from the kiss and the wine. She brought her lips to his for a second kiss that lasted even longer. She worked her tongue into his mouth and felt him immediately capture it with his lips. She moaned as they pressed their lower regions together even harder. His hands cupped her buttocks under her tight dress, squeezing the supple flesh in his strong fingers.
One of Mark’s hands slid around and then down to Helen’s naked thighs.
“Mark,” Helen said as she felt him slowly moving it up her leg. In spite of her admonishment, her legs moved slightly apart. “Oh my God,” she whispered as his hand reached her hairy pussy.
Mark moaned as his fingers felt a woman’s private parts for the first time. He could feel the swollen and wet lips under his searching fingers. Then a finger found the dripping hole.
“Mark, Mark, please,” Helen pleaded as if she couldn’t stop him. A slow moan escaped her lips as his finger slowly slid into her body.
Within seconds, Mark’s hand was dripping with his mother’s sex juice. He moved his finger in and out of her warm hole, loving the feeling of her slick inner flesh. Quickly, before she could protest, he added a second finger. He heard her moan again and her hips pressed down, taking both fingers all the way inside.
Helen had lost control. Her hips began to work up and down on her son’s fingers and her head was spinning wildly. It took only a few more thrusts before she began to tremble.
Mark was a little surprised as his mother began to shake. Suddenly, he realized that she was climaxing on his fingers. He smiled and worked them into her harder, creating a loud sucking sound in the otherwise quiet night.
When Helen stopped shuddering, she almost collapsed into Mark’s arms.
Mark looked over the hedgerow and saw that they were still alone. He placed his hands on his mother’s shoulders and began to gently push downward. “Suck me,” he hissed, as she went to her knees.
Helen head was still foggy as she settled to her knees on the cool grass. “Mark, this is crazy,” she said as she looked up at him, her eyes still sparkling with fire in the moonlight. Yet, even as she spoke, she was opening his pants.
Mark kept looking back across the hedgerow at the house to make sure no one came outside. He turned back in time to see his mother take his penis into her mouth. “Ahhhhh!!!” he groaned as her talented mouth took possession of his hard shaft.
Helen moaned as well as she tasted the sweet flavor of his penis. She felt Mark’s hands on her head. She let him direct her head back and forth. Then she began to move her hand back and forth, trying to bring him off quickly. Even in her wine-fogged brain, Helen still knew that someone could come upon them at any time.
Fortunately, it wasn’t going to take long for Mark to cum in his mother’s mouth. However, suddenly, he wanted something different, something really nasty. He pulled back, his penis coming out of his mother’s mouth with a pop.
Helen looked up at him in surprise. Then she felt his hands on her shoulders pushing the straps of her gown and bra down her arms. “What are you doing?” she whispered in panic.
Mark didn’t answer as he pushed her straps down until her breasts were free from the bra. He pointed his penis downward. “Wank me into your bra,” he whispered excitedly.
“Good God Mark, no!” Helen exclaimed in protest. Still, she grasped his penis and began to masturbate him. She jerked on his penis in rapid motions, her hand moving in a blur.
“Yes, yes,” Mark moaned as his legs tensed.
Helen was breathing hard again. She couldn’t believe what she was doing but it was turning her on nonetheless. When she heard Mark moan, she directed the head of his penis into one cup of her bra. She shivered as she watched his thick white juice splatter into the cup. When several squirts had coated the inner liner of that cup, she moved the head quickly to the other cup. Soon, both sides were coated with Mark’s thick discharge and it was running down, pooling in the middle.
Suddenly, there were voices coming from the house.
As the voices grew closer, Helen quickly pulled her top back up, pushing her breasts into the wet material. She moaned as Mark’s hot cum coated her nipples. Then she helped Mark get his penis back into his pants. Just as they stood up and stepped from behind the hedgerow, Shirley Evans and a friend walked by.
“Oh that’s were you are,” Shirley said. “I told Marge that I saw you go outside with Mark.”
“Uh… yes, Mark… uh and I needed to get a little air.”
“Well, come with me, I want Marge to tell you about a project that she’s working on.”
Mark watched as the two ladies led off his mother. He smiled. God if they only knew! he thought.
Helen followed the two women back into the house. She could feel her sex juices filling her knickers as her breasts swam in her son’s juice. She could even smell it and hoped that no one else could. She knew that she would have to escape them soon and find a bathroom to take care of her own renewed desire.
After the episode at the party, Helen and Mark gradually became comfortable with their new relationship. Sue still knew it was very wrong but she no longer chastised herself for it. It was what her son needed right now she rationalized. It was their little secret.
They both grew very casual about how little they wore in front of each other. It seemed to Helen that Mark was always stopping in to talk when she was getting dressed. It never took long for Mark to show that he was interested in more than conversation. Helen rarely protested.
Each morning he would stop by as she dressed for work. Within seconds, she would have his penis in her mouth. Then a minute later, she would be drinking his sperm. Most evenings it was a replay. Helen was actually disappointed when they missed a morning or evening. She almost felt like she had become addicted to her son’s semen.
Helen was in her bathrobe after her shower one morning a week or so later. She had just taken her knickers out of the drawer when Mark tapped on the door. Helen told him to come in.
“Good morning Mum,” Mark said brightly as he sat on the bed.
“What’s on the agenda today?” Mark asked watching his mother closely.
“Well, we have a lot of yard work to catch up on so I think we had better stay home and get it done.”
“All right, if we have too,” Mark said in mock exasperation.
Helen untied her robe and dropped it from her shoulders, standing naked unashamedly in front of Mark.
“God, you’re beautiful,” Mark said sincerely.
“Thank you,” Helen whispered. There was no longer any embarrassment at being naked in front of him. As she bent over and picked up her knickers, she saw his eyes staring at her breasts as they swung naturally below her. She took her time pulling her knickers up, beginning to enjoy the show. As the silky knickers crossed her thighs, she turned her back to him and heard him gasp.
Mark had an erection before he walked into the room but now it was throbbing in the tight confines of his shorts. As his mother went to get her bra, he pulled his zipper down and freed his shaft from its prison.
It was Helen’s turn to gasp when she turned around and saw him holding his erect shaft. Every time she saw it, it looked bigger, she thought. She swallowed hard as she stood frozen, holding her bra in her hand and watching him slowly move his hand up and down. In all the years she was married, she had never seen her ex husband masturbate. While she had asked him to on occasion, he had always refused. He said that he would be too embarrassed. It was obvious that Mark didn’t have that problem.
Mark watched his mother’s face as she watched him masturbate. He found it an incredible turn-on to have her watch him. “Do you like watching me masturbate?” Mark asked breathlessly.
It took a moment for Helen to answer. Her throat was suddenly dry. “Yes,” she choked out in a hoarse whisper.
“Then sit down and I’ll show you how I like to do it.”
Helen backed up until she sat in her vanity chair, her eyes never leaving Mark.
Mark stood up and slowly stripped off his shirt. Then he opened his shorts and began to pull them down. Suddenly, he turned until his back was to his mother. Like a stripper, he slowly pulled his shorts below his buttocks. Mark was as surprised as his mother at his boldness.
Helen sat fascinated as she watched her son strip for her. Mark had been just a little boy the last time she saw him completely naked. He certainly wasn’t a little boy anymore, Helen thought as his shorts fell to his feet and he kicked them away. She scanned his naked body from behind. His waist was narrow and his hips jutted out from all the strenuous training. However, his buttocks were his best asset. They were rock hard and perfectly shaped globes. His thighs were strong and lean without an ounce of fat. He could be a male stripper, Helen thought.
Slowly, Mark turned around. His penis was now pulsing and there was a long strand of clear liquid hanging from the tip. Mark began to stroke himself again. More of his clear juice bubbled out, stretching in a silvery string toward the carpet. “Oh God Mum, I’m getting close,” he warned. Mark’s hand moved rapidly up and down until his thighs tensed. When he was ready to squirt, he held his hand under the head. Suddenly, he began to pour the contents of his balls into his outstretched hand.
Helen watched in excited fascination as her son climaxed into his own hand. She saw his hand fill with his sperm and begin to spill over the sides. With a moan she dropped to her knees and quickly licked the cum dripping from his palm. As soon as Mark was done, Helen turned his cum filled hand to her mouth.
In another similar incident, Mark caught his mother just as she was ready to go out the door to work. He brought her to him and kissed her passionately.
“Mark, my makeup,” she protested as he kissed her lips, then her face and neck.
“Suck me!” he said like a command.
Helen moaned and moved quickly to her knees in front of her son. She set her briefcase down and took his penis into her hand. She heard him groan from far away as she caught a drop of dripping juice on her tongue, following it with her mouth to the swollen head. “Mmmmmm!” she moaned deep in her throat as she sucked the head into her mouth.
Mark grasped his mother’s face in his hands. As his hips began to move back and forth, he could see the head of his penis sliding in and out of her mouth under her cheeks. He pressed his thumbs to her cheeks and felt his shaft as she sucked it deep into her throat.
Helen sucked Mark until she could tell that he was getting close. She was ready to drink his sperm when she felt him pulling on her shoulders. In surprise, she let him slip out of her mouth and she stood up. She let Mark’s lips capture hers without protest now. Her makeup could be fixed afterward.
As their bodies pressed together, Helen could feel his erection pressing against her stomach. She moaned as their hips began to move against each other. She knew that she was going to have a wet mark on the front of her skirt. When she felt Mark’s hand move down to push her dress up she began to shiver. However, when he grasped his penis and pushed it between her legs she said, “Mark, no!” Suddenly, she realized that she was lucky she had her kickers on. It was the only thing preventing penetration. Helen almost sighed when he didn’t try to do anything else. She wasn’t sure she could have stopped him.
“Oh God Mum!” Mark moaned as he moved his hips back and forth between her warm thighs. He could feel her sex lips pressing down on the top of his shaft, the gusset of her knickers rapidly becoming soaked with their combined juices.
When Helen was certain that Mark was near ejaculation, she pushed him away from her.
Mark thought that she was going to go to her knees and suck him again. However, he was surprised when she reached down and pulled the crotch of her panties away from her sex. Then for just a second, Mark thought that she was going to let him penetrate her.
However, Helen had other ideas. She took Mark’s penis and situated it between the wet crotch of her knickers and her dripping sex lips. His penis was at an odd angle, pointing downward. That made Helen’s sex lips split apart and cover the shaft with her wet and swollen flesh. She slid her knickers back over her lips, trapping his penis inside the silky material. Then, she began to move back and forth again, massaging him with her swollen lips. She knew that Mark wouldn’t last long.
Almost as soon as he felt her blood filled lips on his penis, he groaned and his penis lurched, spewing his thick cum onto the gusset of her little red panties.
Helen’s climax wasn’t far behind. When she felt her vagina being sprayed by her son’s cum, her legs shook and her body went into convulsions. If Mark hadn’t been holding her, she would have collapsed to the floor.
When Mark felt his mother’s body stop shaking, he staggered back in exhaustion.
Helen found it difficult to focus her eyes. She backed up unsteadily and leaned against the front door. When she could get her breath again she shook her head. God that was close, she thought.
Mark smiled at his mother with exhaustion on his face. Then he pushed his now soft penis back into his pants and said, “Have a nice day.”
Helen picked up her briefcase and opened the door. As she stepped out onto the front porch, she was suddenly very much aware of her sodden crotch. For a second, she considered going back into the house to clean up. A naughty thrill went through her as she walked down the sidewalk to her car. Sue went to work with her sex lips swimming in Mark’s sperm.
Helen was sitting at her desk one evening, still in her white blouse and blue skirt that she had worn to work. She was thinking about her and Mark’s relationship as she did quite often. She had done a lot of soul searching during the last few days. Their relationship has progressed well beyond anything she could have ever imagined. So far, it had been limited to oral sex and a little masturbation. The nagging question on her mind was where did they go from here? It was getting more and more difficult for her to control things. It had been so close the other day.
It seemed that almost every time they were together, they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. He would touch her or kiss her and that would start it. She would respond and things would get out of control from there.
“Hi Mum,” Mark said, coming into the room and sitting down.
“Hi TDarling. I thought you were going to the football match with Joey?”
“I was but he has a cold and dropped out.”
“It’s okay. I’d rather be home with you.”
Helen looked at him and shook her head. “What am I going to do with you?” she asked rhetorically.
“Love me,” he said with a big smile and opened his arms to her.
Helen put down her pen and then walked over to sit on Mark’s lap. She kissed his lips and then snuggled into his arms. Suddenly, she felt so protected in his embrace.
“Mum, you… uh… we have… uh done a lot of… you know… things,” Mark said hesitantly.
Helen was silent, wondering where this was going to go.
“You said… uh… you said that it was selfish for a man just to take and… and not give back.”
Immediately, Helen knew what was coming. It wasn’t like she hadn’t expected it. However, she that what he was going to ask was a big step.
“Will you teach me… to uh… you know… do oral on you?”
Helen was silent for a long time. She could feel her heart beating hard in her chest. There was a tremendous struggle going on in her head. On one hand, she had done so much already, what was the difference if she let him do it to her? On the other, she knew that it would be taking their relationship to a new level. However, the thought of having his mouth on her was incredibly exciting. So, what would be the harm? Who would know?
“I… I don’t know Mark,” she said reluctantly. “Let me think about it.”
Mark felt a thrill of excitement go through him. Every time she said that, she came back and did what he wanted. “That’s fair,” he said and his hand moved up to caress her breast.
Helen could feel his erection pressing into her arse. With a sigh she slid off his lap and knelt between his legs.
Mark smiled and opened his pants. He reached inside and pulled out his swollen erection. When Helen went to grab it with her hands, he grabbed her wrists, holding her hands away. He lifted up slightly and slid the head into her mouth. He watched his mother suck him for a few minutes and then, with his cock still in her mouth, he stood.
Helen backed up and let Mark stand in front of her. She knew what he wanted when his hips began to move back and forth while he held her arms over her head. He wants to fuck my mouth, she thought. A moan escaped her stretched lips as she let her son use her mouth.
When Mark let go of his mother’s hands, he grasped her head. He was happy to see that she let her arms slip idly to her sides. Mark’s hips continued to move back and forth as he pulled her head toward him. He heard his mother choke and eased up but then he felt her move forward, forcing him to the back of her throat again.
For some strange reason, Helen suddenly felt very submissive. It wasn’t like her to play that role. However, at the moment, it felt right. She moaned submissively and let her son pound into her mouth. As his movement grew more rapid, saliva began to drip from the corners of her stretched mouth.
Mark’s legs were spread wide and his knees slightly bent as he moved rapidly in and out of his mother’s willing mouth. His fingers were curled tightly in her hair as he moved almost violently in and out. It was a strange feeling of power to Mark. He was in control.
Within seconds, Mark felt his balls begin to tighten. He was ready to cum far too soon. Suddenly, Mark pulled away from his mother. He let go of her hair and grabbed his shaft at the base. He was going to try to stop the climax like she had taught him. However, when he looked down and saw her face looking at him expectantly, he knew that he couldn’t hold back any longer.
Helen’s breath was coming in great gasps. Her eyes were opened wide as she stared at her son’s quivering young cock as she sat back on her haunches and waited.
Mark could feel his sperm backing up as he held his penis tightly at the base. Suddenly, he bellowed and eased the pressure on the base. His cum flew out with such force that it arched across his mother’s head, landing in her hair. The next blast hit her directly in the face, splattering on her forehead and dripping to her cheek. Then another blast hurtled toward her.
Helen closed her eyes and squeezed her thighs together as her own climax began. Her sex lips throbbed with pleasure as she felt her son’s juice continue to cover her face. She held her face out to the spray as if she were in the shower, loving the warm liquid.
Amazingly, Mark’s climax seemed to go on and on, covering his mother’s face and splattering on her white blouse and skirt. Finally, as his climax dwindled, his legs weakened and he fell back into the chair. Through hooded eyes, he saw his mother scr****g his cum from her face and putting it into her mouth.
At the breakfast table the following morning, Mark brought up the inevitable question. “Mum, you said you would think about what I asked.”
Helen looked at her son and smiled. “We’ll see,” was her only commitment. Helen had made up her mind but she wasn’t ready to reveal her answer to Mark yet.
‘We’ll see,’ Mark thought. That’s as good as yes. He couldn’t control the smile that crossed his face.
Helen and Mark decided to go to their favorite restaurant that night. As always, Mark was ready early, waiting at the door for his mum. When she came down she was wearing a very short skirt with high heels. However, on top, she had on a dark sweater that buttoned down the front with a white blouse underneath. The top looked like something that a schoolteacher would wear. However, the skirt looked hot. Mark was curious about her selection of clothing but decided not to say anything.
When Helen got into the car, she made sure that she carelessly spread her legs, giving her son a clear view of her shiny pink knickers and the creamy white skin above her thigh high stockings. Once he was in the car, Mark was bold enough to reach over and place his hand on her thigh. She drove with one hand and used the other to slide her skirt up so he could see her knickers. Helen let Mark’s hand move up until he reached her knickers, stopping him only when she thought she was being distracted from driving. She grabbed his hand, leaving it on her thigh, and gently told him she needed to pay attention to the road.
Helen and Mark got their special table in the back of the restaurant, giving them the privacy that they wanted. The two chatted until the waitress took their drink order. When she left, Helen said she had to go to the ladies room. Several minutes later she returned and stopped next to Mark. She held out her hand, indicating that he should open his hand. She placed a piece of balled up material into his hand and sat down.
Mark looked at his mother with raised eyebrows and then opened his hand. He felt his cock lurch in his pants when he saw the silky pink balled up material. It was his mum’s knickers. Suddenly, he saw the waitress out of the corner of his eye and quickly put the hand holding the knickers below the table. He didn’t know if the waitress saw what was in his hand but he did know his face was as red as a beet. His mother just smiled at his obvious distress.
After they had ordered dinner and the waitress was gone, Mark pulled his hand from under the table. He looked at the sexy pair of knickers and saw that the crotch was soaked. Not even thinking, he brought the crotch to his nose, inhaling deeply, his eyes on his mother all the time.
Then Helen watched with shock as Mark casually opened the crotch and brought it to his lips.
He kissed the wet material and then made a show of sticking out his tongue and licking the gusset from one end to the other.
Helen sighed deeply and closed her eyes as a shiver ran through her.
Mark’s young penis was now fully erect. It was his first taste of his mother’s sex juices. He felt his hand trembling as he forced himself to ball the material up and put into his pocket. Then he reached down adjusted his penis in the very tight confines of his pants.
Helen suddenly realized that Mark had one-upped her. However, Helen wasn’t done yet.
When dinner was served, Mark and Helen ate in silence, looking at each other with loving glances. About mid-way through the meal, Mark saw his mum look around the restaurant. Seeing that no one was close by, Helen reached up and began to unbutton her sweater. Mark thought she was starting to get warm. When all the buttons were undone, Helen pulled the sweater away from her chest. Mark was shocked to see that the blouse was totally see-through; he could see all of his mum’s firm 38C breasts with her hard pink nipples pushing through the material. Mark could no longer concentrate on dinner. His thoughts were on the fact that his mum was sitting across from him naked under her clothes and that he just might get to eat her tonight.
“Mum, can we go?” Mark asked, his food only half eaten.
“I think that is an excellent idea, besides, I think I owe you a lesson.”
Mark’s hard young cock throbbed in his pants and he jumped up and practically pulled his mother out of the restaurant.
Driving home, Helen took off her sweater and sat next to her son with only her see-through blouse covering her chest. Mark was going crazy.
Helen knew that it was dangerous to tease him this way when she was driving. However, she had been thinking about what she was going to let him do all day and it was driving her crazy with desire.
It was difficult for Helen to keep within the speed limit as he rushed home. She had barely come to a stop at the house when Mark jumped out of the car and ran around to open the door for his mum. As Helen swung around, he got a close look at his mum’s exposed hairy pussy.
His eyes opened wide in shock when he saw that dark bush of pubic hair, her lips smooth and shiny. Mark stood frozen looking between his mother’s legs. Now his heart was pounding so loud that he thought she might hear it.
When Helen made the decision to let Mark eat her, she decided to shave her lips, but keep her bush. His father loved her that way. As she got out of the car, she stood in front of him with a wide smile. “What’s the matter sweetie,” she asked, knowing the answer already. She smiled, realizing that she had the upper hand again.
“Uh… uh… nothing,” he struggled to say.
Helen turned and walked toward the house, still smiling.
It took a few seconds for Mark to realize that he was standing on the pavement alone. He hurried up the walk and followed his mother into the house.
“Mark, get me a glass of wine and bring it to the living room for me please,” Helen said, turning to go into the living room.
Mark rushed to get the wine, shaking so bad that he nearly broke the glass. He tried to steady his hands as he walked back to the living room. He saw his mother sitting on the sofa waiting for him. When he handed her the glass, his hand was trembling so much that the wine almost spilled over the top. He didn’t notice that his mother’s hand was shaking as well.
Helen took a large drink of wine and patted the seat next to her.
Mark sat down without a word. He was afraid that his voice wouldn’t work.
Helen sighed and said, “Mark, this is a big step for us. I know that you have wanted to ea… uh try oral sex on me for a long time. Frankly, I’ve wanted it just as much, if not more. It is one of the things that I miss most about not having a man around. Your father and I used to do that all the time. In fact, the first time was on a sofa just like this in his mother’s house. It was so crazy because his parents, your grandparents, were sleeping in the next room. We did many crazy things,” she added as her eyes got misty and she stopped talking.
Mark reached over, took his mother’s hand, and sat silently, waiting for her to continue.
“I’m so confused sometimes Mark. What we’ve done is so wrong but… but I can’t resist you. It could be so dangerous for both of us. It’s all so crazy.”
“Mum… uh… we don’t have to do.”
“Shhh,” Helen said and placed her fingers on Mark’s lips.
Helen stood up in front of Mark and slowly began to unbutton her blouse. She shrugged it off her shoulders and paused, letting Mark look at her large breasts so close to his face.
Mark could see her excitement as her chest moved up and down with her rapid breathing. His own breath was beginning to come in short gasps.
Slowly, Helen began to pull her skirt up her thighs. She paused for a second when it was just below the level of her crotch, teasing Mark. Then she pulled it to her waist and a little moan of excitement escaped her lips.
Mark gasped. He had never seen anything so exciting in his young life. On display in front of him was his mother’s very hairy, very wet, and swollen sex. The lips were protruding and there were strings of her sex juice hanging precariously form her pubic hair, ready to drip to the floor. Her thighs, all the way to the tops of her nylons, were sparkling with her juice.
When Helen saw that Mark was ready to grab her, she pushed him back. “Wait,” she said and turned to walk over to a comfortable chair. She left her high heels on and her skirt pulled up around her waist as she sat in the chair. Then she lifted her legs and threw them over the arms of the chair, pushing her sex out at her son in an obscene manner.
Helen crooked her finger at her son and said in a breathless tone, “I think the best position for you is on your knees between my legs.”
Mark jumped up and hurried over to his mother, his eyes never leaving her displayed sex.
“Take your clothes off first.”
Helen watched as Mark stripped in record time, throwing his clothes on the floor in his haste. Then she looked at her son’s totally naked body. Her eyes traveled up and down his body, settling on his pulsing erection. God, he’s going to drive the women crazy someday, she thought.
Mark fell to his knees between Helen’s legs and brought his mouth very close to her swollen and leaking sex. He put his trembling hands on her thighs, forcing them further apart, intending to dive in.
Darling,” Helen said, putting her hands on her son’s shoulders to hold him back. “You need a few lessons in the female anatomy before you EAT ME,” Helen said, emphasizing the words “eat me”.
Mark sat back and watched as his mum spread her legs even further apart. As he looked on with wide eyes, his mother used her fingers to open the pink lips. Mark felt his mouth begin to water. He could smell her excitement and see the juice bubbling in her open hole.
“You see this little button here?” Helen said, pointing to her clit. “This is the center of a woman’s sexual arousal. It is very sensitive and needs to be treated with great kindness. I will tell you more about that in a minute. Down here are my outer and inner lips.” Helen stretched the inner lips apart, letting him see how flexible they were.
“The outer lips are not as sensitive and can be handled a bit more forcefully. However, these,” she said, fingering the inner lips, “can be quite sensitive. Look how wet they get when I get excited.” Helen tried to keep her voice calm and appeared to be very matter-of-fact in her description. However, on the inside she was burning up with need. Watching the wonder and excitement in her son’s eyes was almost more than she could stand.
Mark could see the thick juice now trickling out of his mother’s hole. He could feel his own penis pouring juice out as he waited for her to let him eat her. He was breathing through his mouth now in an attempt to get enough oxygen. His head was spinning like he was falling from a great height.
“Inside the hole is where the cock goes and is very receptive to a soft tongue.” Helen began to breath very hard as she forced herself to continue the description. “Ohhhhh!” Helen moaned when her finger brushed against the sensitive clit. “As I… as I showed you before, this… this is my… my clit,” Sue said, spreading the lips wide and letting the tiny nub peek out, her hands shaking with excitement.
Mark focused his eyes where his mother was pointing. He was fascinated by the smooth piece of flesh between her lips. It almost looked like a miniature head of a penis.
“My clit is… is… very sensitive. When I’m this excited, even a little touch can send me off. It’s very swollen now. Be very gentle with it, please,” Helen said, almost delirious.
Mark knew most of this stuff from high school biology. However, that had been a big joke with none of the boys paying much attention. Now, watching and hearing his mum talk about her sexual parts had him shaking with desire. His eyes never left her sexual parts as she began to use her finger to massage her spread lips.
“Ohhhhh Jesus!” Helen moaned, closing her eyes in pleasure.
He watched in amazement as she put first one finger inside of herself. Then she added a second and a third until all three fingers were inside her, almost to the last knuckle. When she pulled them out, they were slick with juice.
Helen held her trembling fingers up to her son.
Mark’s mouth closed around all three fingers, sucking loudly. Was it him or his mum that moaned? The taste was like nothing he had ever tasted before. It was thicker and much sweeter than the little bit he had tasted on her knickers.
“I want you to put your tongue right here Mark,” Helen said in a shaky voice, pointing to her spread open hole. “It’s time for you to practice your lesson. I want you to eat my juicy cunt. I need your tongue so bad, please, please, EAT ME NOW,” Helen said, suddenly losing control and almost screaming.
Mark quickly bent forward, his mouth inches from her dripping lips.
Helen placed both hands on the sides of his head, trying to pull his face into her steaming crotch.
Mark resisted, now the one torturing them both. With his face an inch from her dripping lips, he breathed in deeply; her wonderful smell excited him tremendously. Then his tongue came out to touch the slippery lips. He heard his mum moan, as his tongue touched her sex for the first time. Then his tongue brought the taste into his mouth.
Helen watched her son swallow her juice online bahis and moaned. She grasped his head again, her desire back under control for the moment. “Gently, gently, lick around the lips,” she instructed, moving his head with her hands.
Mark let his mother move his head around, his tongue stretched out for her pleasure. Suddenly, he wondered why his friends talk about this in gross terms. He found it a beautiful and intimate act. He knew instantly that he would love it for the rest of his life.
His mum didn’t need to hold his head any longer as Mark began to use his tongue and lips on his own. His mouth covered her hole and he began to suck the swollen lips inside. Then he bit them gently and then used his tongue to lap across the wrinkled surface.
“Ohhhhhhh, that’s it, that’s it, suck them, suck my lips. Oh my God, I can’t stand it. Suck me, suck Mummy’s cunt,” Helen screamed almost incoherently. Then, she began to buck her hips into his face. She pulled his head up slightly, his tongue making contact with her swollen clit. Her legs shot up and wrapped around his neck, imprisoning his mouth in her wet flesh.
That was all she could stand. Suddenly, she let out a long wail and went over the top, shuddering and screaming as a tremendous climax overtook her. She pulled the poor boy’s head hard into her convulsing pussy, almost smothering him in the process.
Mark didn’t mind at all. His face was inundated in his mum’s juice. Her lips were spread on his face, spreading her slick juice from his chin to his forehead. It almost felt like his face was buried in a juicy watermelon.
“Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh my God Maaaarrrrrrrrk!!!” Helen’s hips were pushed up in the air and she was almost on her back on the cushion of the chair.
Mark let his face be used for his mum’s pleasure. He pushed his tongue deep into her convulsing hole and the slick walls inside her vagina quivered around it.
Helen’s climax went on and on. Each time she thought she was done, Mark would hit a new spot and bring her to a peak again. She thought she might pass out as her heart pounded and she gasped for breath.
Finally, Helen’s body began to relax with little tremors still running through her. Then, she had to push Mark’s face away from her now sensitive sex lips. She had never had a climax as good or one that lasted as long. Her body felt like a limp rag. She was slumped on the chair; both legs still wrapped around Mark’s neck. When she looked at her son kneeling between her legs, there was a silly grin on his face. His face was literally covered with her juice.
“My God, I had forgotten how good it felt to be eaten,” Helen gasped when she could talk again. “Mark, you just gave me the best climax of my life. Thank you… thank you, you were wonderful. I love you so much,” Helen said, looking into his eyes lovingly.
Mark sat back on his haunches, smiling like the cat that ate the canary.
“Come here and let me take care of you,” Helen said, pulling Mark from his kneeling position.
Mark jumped up and stood next to his mum, bringing his dripping young cock close to her mouth.
“God, I love this cock,” Helen said to herself as she brought her son’s swollen penis to her face. As she held his shaft tight, she could actually feel his wildly beating heart though his penis. When she squeezed she saw a large clear drop of liquid bubble out then run down and across her fingers. She closed her eyes, bringing the head to her mouth. She and Mark moaned as her lips circled the swollen head. The head filled her mouth as her lips squeezed the shaft. She held it like that, sucking just the head. Her saliva flowed, coating the head in her warm mouth. She almost forgot about Mark as she lost herself in the excitement of sucking him.
Suddenly remembering that her son was attached to this incredible penis, she pulled away and looked up at him. Then she said in a whisper, “I am going to suck your cock Mark. Your mum wants to suck all the juice out of your balls. Do you want me to suck you? Do you want your mum to swallow all that delicious sperm? Tell me, tell me you want me to suck you until you squirt into my mouth.”
“Yes, yes, please, put it back in your mouth, please suck it,” Mark moaned at his mother’s nasty words.
Helen took his penis deep into her warm and wet mouth again, making loud sucking noises, which were intended to let her son know how much she loved sucking him.
Mark couldn’t take much more. He had held off as long as possible. It felt like an explosion in his head as chills went through his body. His body tensed and his hips pushed forward. It almost felt as if it were happening in slow motion when his penis throbbed and a huge load of cum began traveling up the long shaft. He could feel it rushing to be released.
Helen was prepared for it this time. She moved his thrusting shaft back slightly so she could take the first strong squirts into her mouth and not her throat. Suddenly, her son began to spew like a fire hose, filling her mouth over and over with his thick sperm. Helen swallowed each shot and sucked for more, her hand pumping up and down rapidly.
Incredibly, the thrill of her son’s cum squirting into her mouth excited her again. Helen felt her sex lips quiver and another little climax shook her.
Eventually, the flow slowed and then stopped. Helen continued to suck hard, trying to get the last few precious drops.
Finally, Mark pulled away and staggered over to the sofa and fell, gasping for breath. He saw his mother still on her knees, smiling at him. There was not a drop of his cum on her face anywhere. She had swallowed it all.
It was a night that both mother and son would remember forever.
Over the next few weeks, Helen and Mark continued their liaisons. There was no longer any hesitation on Sue’s part. Somehow, she had rationalized that since they were not actually having “sex” it was okay. However, she knew in her heart that there was no difference.
Helen continued to teach Mark what a woman liked and what a woman needed. It was part of her rationalization. She could make him a better lover for his wife someday. She showed him how to caress and suck her breasts. She pointed out her sensitive spots, all the places that most men miss. Little places like behind the knee or the crook of her arm. She taught him that sometimes women like it a little rough but most of the time they wanted a tender and considerate lover.
While some of it was confusing to Mark, he was a very willing pupil. He was anxious to learn everything there was to know about what turned his mum on. He would refuse her nothing as he was now desperately in love with her.
Helen wasn’t blind and could see the love in his eyes. It was also obvious that he wanted to go all the way with her. In her mind, that was still out of bounds. However, she knew that she was only deluding herself and that they were far beyond the boundaries with their relationship.
A few weeks after they began their oral exploration, Helen and Mark had one of their evening dates. They decided to stay home and relax. Helen had had a very difficult week at work when several important people resigned. She had been upset and tense all week, deferring any sexual activity until the end of the week
Mark had been understanding and patient but he was mad with desire by the time the week ended. He had a plan tonight. This was the night, he thought. He couldn’t wait any longer.
Mark got things ready while Helen took a bath. He had set up a game of Scrabble on the floor and put a bottle of Helen’s favorite wine on ice. He was sitting on the floor when Helen came down. He saw that she had decided not to get dressed, preferring to wear a long soft terry cloth robe to cover her otherwise naked body. Her hair was still damp from the shower as she walked into the room.
As Mark looked at his mother, his heart skipped a beat. It was as if he were seeing her for the first time. For some reason, she looked incredibly beautiful tonight with no make up or sexy clothes on and her hair still wet from the shower.
Helen was still tired and tense but she was looking forward to their quiet evening.
It was a very dangerous environment for a woman that had refused to consummate her i****tuous relationship with her son.
She and Mark played several games of Scrabble as they talked and laughed. Helen felt the tension draining from her. No matter how tough it got outside, she always had Mark to give her comfort.
As she sat on the floor, she watched her son. He was growing up quickly. In a few years he would be a man with c***dren of his own. Helen sighed and pictured Mark as a father, playing with his k**s. She was certain that he would be a good father and husband. Her heart swelled with pride and love.
“Uh… Mum, it’s your turn,” Mark said.
“Oh… I’m sorry. I was a million miles away. I think I’ve had enough for tonight.”
“Okay. What about a shoulder massage?”
“That would be wonderful.”
Mark moved the Scrabble board out of the way and got on his knees behind his mother. He placed his strong hands on her shoulder muscles and started to squeeze. “Wow, you are tense.”
“Mmmmm. I know. That feels so good sweetie,” Helen said relaxing into his strong hands.
“Let me get to the skin,” Mark said, pushing the soft robe down until her shoulders were bare. Even her shoulders are sexy, Mark thought as his hands went to work on her again.
“Oh Mark that’s wonderful.”
Soon Helen felt so relaxed that she felt like she could almost go to sleep. As she swayed slightly back and forth, she felt Mark’s hands move across her shoulders and down toward her chest. She smiled as she felt him gradually move his fingers to the upper swells of her breasts. She leaned back into him and let him have her breasts.
Mark wasted no time in capturing both breasts in his hands. He looked over her shoulder and watched as he massaged her chest as he had done her shoulders. However, there were no tense muscles there, only warm and pliant flesh.
Helen moaned as he squeezed and massaged her breasts with his experienced fingers. She felt him take the nipples between his fingers and squeeze firmly. Then he pulled them up, lifting her heavy orbs. A little whimper escaped her lips and she moved her chest upward, following his fingers. Helen’s nipples were always very sensitive and had a direct line to her groin. She squeezed her legs together as little shock waves rushed down her body.
After a few minutes, Mark got up and turned off all but one soft light. Then he brought some pillows down from the sofa. He put his arm around his mum and pulled her down to lay with him. Her still uncovered breasts pressed to his chest as he pulled her close. At the perfect time, Mark turned to his mom and brought his lips to hers. It was the first of many passionate kisses.
The body heat of the two began to climb rapidly as their kisses grew in intensity. It seemed so natural when Mark opened the belt on her robe and pushed it down to reveal the soft curves of her body. Mark stared in wonder. It seemed that each time he saw her naked, she looked more beautiful.
Mark began to pull all of his mother’s sexual strings. She had taught him well, leaving her no defenses. He kissed her lips softly, moving up her neck and bringing chills to her warm body. Then his tongue touched her ear, circling it and leaving a wet trail behind.
“I love you Mum,” Mark whispered then began to kiss back down her neck. Moving slowly down, his tongue following the contours of her body until he reached the swells of her breasts. He placed gentle kisses across the smooth surface until he reached the nipple and then sucked one and then the other into his mouth. He used his fingers to tweak one nipple as his tongue licked the other.
Helen was a moaning mass of quivering flesh by the time Mark got to the soft skin of her belly.
Mark knelt between her legs and lifted them onto his shoulders. He slowly bent to her center, kissing her soft and quivering thighs as he went. He teased her, denying her his mouth to the place she wanted it most. Up and down her legs he moved, even taking her toes into his mouth and sucking them. He knew that he was teasing his mother to the brink of her endurance.
Finally, he spread her legs as wide as possible and paused, looking down at her pulsing sex. He could tell that she had just shaved herself around her lips. Her pubic hair was jet black and soft. Mark’s mouth practically drooled. With a little whine, he bent his head to her center.
“Oh Jesus Mark, oh God, oh God,” Helen moaned as she felt his tongue move up and down the smooth outer lips. He even pushed his tongue into the crease on each side, licking the sensitive flesh. His tongue worked around her swollen lips, barely touching them.
Mark pulled back and smiled at his mother. He saw her eyes hooded over in denied pleasure. He reached down and gently opened her lips, exposing the now throbbing clit. He lowered his head and blew warm air on the little nub, watching it quiver with need.
“Oh God Mark, please,” Helen begged.
Mark didn’t answer. Instead, he pushed her legs up to her chest, exposing her entire groin to him. He could see her tiny rear hole almost winking at him. His mum had never taught him anything about that place. Suddenly, he felt the need to kiss it. His head bent quickly, before she could stop him and kissed the little hole, feeling it pulse under his lips.
“Oh my God Mark,” Helen almost screamed as she felt his tongue on her back passage, tickling her. “Mark, Mark, what are you doing?” she gasped.
If Mark even heard her, he paid no attention. His tongue licked around the hole, teasing the sensitive skin and felt it quiver. Then suddenly, he pushed it inside.
“Maarrrrrrrrrrrk!!!!” Helen’s hips bucked up into Mark’s mouth as his tongue stretched her back passage. She had never felt anything like it. It was so nasty but oh so exciting. “Oh God, oh God, oh God.”
Mark was proud of himself. He had found something his mother hadn’t taught him. His penis throbbed almost painfully in his shorts as he moved his tongue in and out of her rear hole. His saliva drooled down and around his mother’s stretched hole. Mark found that he loved the feel of her little hole and promised to come back there at a later time. However, right now he had other plans.
When Mark had his mother totally mad with passion and desperate for him to do something to her, he bent over her and whispered. “Mum, can I just touch your pussy with my cock?”
“Oh Mark, I… I… oh God, please, oh I don’t know. I can’t think,” she responded, almost incoherent.
Mark took that as a yes and quickly stripped his clothes off. He stood for a moment over his mother, letting her see his excitement. His penis was dripping juice and the shaft was bouncing up and down with his rapid heartbeat. He wrapped his hand around it and slowly moved his fist across the length of it. His other hand cupped his balls, almost offering them to her.
“Oh Mark!” his mother moaned as she watched his wanton display.
Mark moved to kneel between his mother’s legs before she could protest. Leaning forward on one hand, he used the other to push the swollen head of his penis down to touch his mother’s dripping sex lips. Next, he gently mixed his own leaking juice with his mother’s, moving the head in a circular motion. Then he moved it up and down between the lips, teasing both his sensitive head and her swollen lips. When he felt the head touch her swollen clit, he paused, circling the soft skin of his penis head on her center of pleasure.
“Ahhhhhh!!!” Helen moaned.
Then Mark slowly slid his penis down and almost imperceptibly inserted the head between her lips.
“Oh Mark, no,” Helen said, placing her hands on his hips to prevent him from moving further in. She was gasping for breath, her arms shaking from excitement as she tried weakly to hold him back with the last vestiges of control.
Neither his mother’s tone of voice nor her hands seemed to be forceful enough to invoke the “stop” rule. Mark reasoned that she had not actually used the word “stop,” so he continued moving forward, ever so slowly. He looked down to the point where their bodies met and saw that the head was now completely inside his mother’s body. Her beautiful smooth lips were stretched around his shaft. He felt the head expand and throb inside of her. In reaction, his mum’s hole quivered and squeezed him tight.
Helen was moaning and moving her head back and forth slowly, as if to say “no”, but no words came from her mouth. Her hands, which had been holding him back, seemed to be easing the pressure on his hips.
Mark took a risk and pushed slightly forward, inserting another inch into her. Suddenly, Mark felt like he was going to cum and spoil everything. He needed to concentrate on something else, as his mother had taught him, until the desire to climax lessened. He used his hand to squeeze hard at the base of his penis and then he held very still for a while, thinking about football, rugby, anything but sex. When the threat passed, he pushed a little harder, forcing another inch into his mother. He could feel the warm confines of his mother’s pussy caressing and massaging him like a soft, wet glove.
Helen opened her eyes and looked into Mark’s. There was an electrical charge running between them, starting at their joined parts and moving up their bodies.
In his mother’s burning eyes, he could see an incredible look of love. In that instant he knew how love and sex fit together.
It was impossible for Helen to hold her eyes open for long as ripples of pleasure rushed through her. “No, no, no, no,” she whispered but made no move to stop her son.
Mark removed his hand from the base of his penis and placed it on the other side of his almost delirious mother. He was now supporting himself on his hands and toes; the only connection between the two was their sexual parts. His penis was now several inches inside her. Nothing they had done had ever prepared him for the feeling of her soft insides. It was tight, warm and wet. He could feel his mother’s insides quivering; the soft folds of skin rippling up and down his shaft.
When Mark didn’t move to enter her further, Helen opened her eyes. She saw Mark still staring back down at her. The only sounds in the room were from the clock on the wall and their pounding hearts. Helen knew that this was the moment. There would be no going back; if she didn’t stop him now, she could never deny him again. They would become real lovers–mother and son.
Helen’s pussy gave an involuntary squeeze around her son’s hard young cock. She tried to control the desire to thrust her hips up at him. Still, her hips began to make little movements, almost quivering.
Mark waited. He wanted his mum to accept him into her body. He never wanted her to look back and think that he had forced himself on her. The moments ticked by, mother and son, eye to eye, their bodies connected at one strategic point.
“Oh Mark, please,” Helen begged in a whisper, her eyes almost rolling back in her head.
“Please what?” Mark asked, wanting to hear her say it.
“Please, please,” Helen begged again, her mind in an emotional turmoil. She knew what he wanted but she didn’t want to say it. It was wrong, so wrong.
Mark took another risk and pulled his penis partially out, like he was going to remove it completely. Helen immediately grabbed his hips and held him still, his penis only just inside her body.
“What do you want Mum?” Mark asked, again forcing her to make a decision.
“I… I… oh God Mark! I want… oh Jesus… I want you to FUCK ME!” she finally said.
“Are you sure?” Mark asked, knowing that he couldn’t stop now even if she said no.
“Oh yes! Please FUCK ME!”
Mark smiled, he had won this emotional battle, and now he could claim the prize. He slowly forced his weight down, pushing himself inch by inch into his mother’s body. He heard her moan as he slid deep into her until his balls touched the soft skin of her buttocks. His body pressed down on her, feeling her burning body against his.
Helen’s hips began to buck up in spasm as her arms went around her son’s neck. Her mouth went to his shoulder and she bit down, cutting off a scream of pleasure. It had been so long since she had felt a man inside her. However, this wasn’t just any man. This was her son. She was fucking her own son! her mind screamed.
Mark was fighting for control and again had to call on all his strength to hold back his climax. He had never felt anything so wonderful. His mother’s warm hole caressed the length of him like a velvet glove.
He held himself deep as he looked at her beautiful face. Then he brought his lips to hers in an emotional kiss. His tongue went deep into her mouth as his shaft had gone deep into her welcoming hole. He could feel her soft breasts pressing into his chest, heaving with her labored breathing. Their bodies were connected from top to bottom.
He pulled his lips from hers and said, “I am going to fuck you now, Mum. I have my cock deep in your beautiful hairy pussy. I am going to fuck you until you cum over and over. I want to feel that tight pussy squeezing my cock like a vise, squeezing all the cum out of me. Are you ready, are you ready for me to fuck you?”
“Yes, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me hard. I need it! I need your cock deep in me! Fuck me! Make me cum all over that wonderful cock of yours!” All of Helen’s control was gone. She was lost in sexual delirium.
That’s what Mark was waiting to hear. He pulled back slowly, hesitating for just a second, and then he rapidly plunged into her.
Helen screamed; she felt like her mind had lost all control of her body. She was rapidly spiraling into a climax. She was fucking her son; they were now real lovers. The wet slapping sounds echoed in the quiet room.
From somewhere, Mark found new staying power and used it to drive his mother crazy with desire. He was like a machine, his hips moving up and down in a blur. Time and again, he plunged deep into her, spattering her juice over his balls and thighs. His balls were now making a loud slapping sound as they hit the cheeks of her buttocks.
Helenlooked up at her son just before she lost all control and said, “Oh God, I love you.” Then she closed her eyes and her body trembled. Suddenly, fire works started to go off in her head. She barely heard Mark’s words of love as a climax roared through her, sending her into convulsions of pleasure.
“I love you,” Mark responded with his last breath before he reached his peak and began to release everything he had into his mother. Squirt after squirt poured from him and into her, filling the wet hole to overflow. He could feel his mother’s body tense as wave after wave of ecstasy took her to a place she had never been before. Her legs locked around his back holding him a prisoner deep within her body. His life giving sperm continued to surge into the depths of her womb.
Finally, Mark collapsed onto his mother and then rolled to the side, his shrunken penis slipping out, trailing sperm across her thigh. He pulled his now limp mother over to him. When he kissed her cheek and she didn’t respond, he realized that she had lost consciousness.
Some time later, Helen stirred. “Oh God,” she sighed.
Mark heard her words and worried that she was sorry about what had happened.
Helen pulled away and got to her feet. She stood above her lover and her son, looking down with undisguised love.
Mark looked back, reading her thoughts. He could see that she was not upset.
How could this be so wrong? she thought.
Mark eyes traveled down his mother’s gorgeous body. They stopped when he saw something in the soft room light that caused his penis to stir anew. His sperm had begun to drip out of her saturated pussy and run down her thigh.
Helen did nothing to stop it, she loved the feeling; it was the evidence of their love pouring from her satisfied body. Sue smiled down at Mark then held out her hand. She led him upstairs to her bed.
By the time they got to the bedroom, Mark was hard again. Helen lay back on the bed and opened her arms and legs to her son. Effortlessly his young cock slid into her saturated hairy hole and his hips began to move again.
The rest of the night was a blur of sexual frenzy. Mark’s youth wore his mother out. He took her three more times that night, bringing her to the brink of exhaustion and ultimate satisfaction.
When Mark awoke the following morning, the bed beside him was empty. He looked at the clock and saw that it was ten AM. He crawled out of bed and found a pair of shorts to put on and then went downstairs. As he walked into the kitchen, he saw his mother standing at the oven fixing breakfast with a spatula in her hand and looking out the window. The light from the window silhouetted her body under the thin sundress Mark stood and admired his mother’s form, feeling excitement begin to grow.
Helen’s mind was awash in turmoil again. There was no doubt that she loved her son like a man. In truth, she had no regrets about what had happened. However, she knew that it was going to be difficult for them. The future was very uncertain. Where would they go from here? How would they keep their relationship secret? What if somebody found out? It was all so complicated.
Mark walked up behind his mother and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her neck and squeezing her tight.
Helen reached up and touched Mark’s arms lovingly then bent and kissed the back of his hand. A wave of love overcame her as tears began to fall.
Mark heard his mother sniffle and turned her around. “What’s wrong, Mum?”
“Nothing,” she said, smiling through her tears. “I love you.”
Their lips came together in a tender kiss. Slowly as their tongues dueled, the passion grew. When Mark pulled back, there was a fire in his eyes again. He stared into his mother’s eyes and brought his hands to her dress. Suddenly, with a mighty tug, Mark ripped the front of the dress down the middle, shooting buttons all over the kitchen.
Helen screamed in surprise.
Mark pushed the ruined dress off his mother’s shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Then he pulled her over to the kitchen table and pushed her back until she was sitting on it. He pulled up a chair and sat between her legs.
“Oh God Mark, what are you doing?” Helen gasped but didn’t fight him when he pushed her to her back.
“Having breakfast,” Mark answered as his mouth covered her hairy vagina. He ate her like a madman. His lips and tongue were everywhere he could reach. He ignored his mother’s cries of pleasure as she climaxed over and over. Finally, when his jaw tired, he pushed her legs into the air and entered her.
“Ahhhhhh!!!” she screamed as his long shaft went to the bottom of her still saturated hole in one thrust.
As he pounded into his mother, the table squeaked and moved across the floor, threatening to collapse. After having so many climaxes last night, Mark knew that he could go on for a long time. Which he did, bringing her to climax after climax.
Just when Helen thought he was done and would climax, he picked her up and held her to his groin like a doll. She held on tight to his neck as he walked her around the room, continuously moving in and out of her. He took her on the sink, the counter, against the refrigerator and eventually on the floor. They knocked over chairs and rattled china in the cabinets.
Helen was almost relieved when he said he was going to cum. Her poor body could barely take any more. When he cried out that he was going to cum, she pulled him tight to her, her legs wrapping around his waist and let him climax into her body once more.
Helen couldn’t deny it any longer. She was in love with her own son. There was no going back so she decided that the future would take care of itself. Through all of the uncertainty there was one thing for sure, their love. It would see them through.
The sexual relationship between Helen and Mark continued and even accelerated over the next several months. Mark was almost insatiable. It was as if he were trying to make up for the years he had wanted to fuck his mother. The two of them had had sex almost everywhere possible, and in every position. However, there was one thing that they hadn’t done, but Mark was afraid to ask.
On Mark’s sixteenth birthday, Helen wanted to do something special for him. She prepared his favorite meal and had them both dress for dinner. Mark complained about having to put on a suit but as usual did what his mother asked.
When dinner was over and the dishes left on the table, Helen and Mark went into the living room. Sue put on some slow music and took Mark into her arms.
As they danced, Mark caressed his mother’s buttock cheeks through her satin dress. Mark loved the way she looked in this dress. It emphasized her arse to perfection. It was skin tight and short, with a split all the way up to her hip. He knew that she wasn’t wearing knickers because they would be visible. Besides, she rarely wore underwear anymore. It only got in the way of their frequent bouts of sex.
Helen kissed her son’s neck and let him caress her buttocks. Then she whispered into his ear, “You like my arse don’t you?”
“God yes,” he responded, squeezing her firm but soft cheeks for emphasis.
Helen kissed Mark’s lips then took his hand. She led him up the stairs and into their bedroom. She let Mark sit on the bed then turned around for him to unzip her dress.
Mark’s hands were shaking as he slowly lowered the zipper. He could see his mother’s smooth back as the dress opened. The zipper went all the way to the top of her buttocks.
Helen shrugged the dress off, letting it fall to her feet, leaving her naked but for a pair of high heels and black silk nylons. She stood with her back to him, letting him see her naked form. Then she looked over her shoulder and smiled, saying, “Do you want to fuck my hairy pussy again?” She leaned slightly forward and reached back, spreading her cheeks.
“Oh God,” was all Mark could say as he saw his mother spread her buttocks obscenely in front of him.
“Get your clothes off,” she said and turned around to help him strip. Soon, they were lying on the bed naked and in an embrace.
Helen turned over on her back and grabbed a couple of pillows, putting them under her buttocks. When she was situated on her back with her thighs spread, she motioned to Mark to get between her legs.
Mark hurried to comply. When he was kneeling between her raised thighs she looked into his eyes and said, “Put your cock in my hairy pussy and get me nice and wet. Then fuck me hard.”
Mark almost climaxed right then. With shaking hands, he fitted his penis between his mother’s wet lips. A moan escaped both of them as he pushed into her. Her hairy hole felt so good that he couldn’t imagine anything better.
After Mark had thrust into her a few times, Helen pushed him back. Then she placed her legs on his shoulders and lifted up.
Mark’s aimed the cock at her wet hole. Slowly he pushed forward. He heard his mother groan and he stopped to look at her face.
Her eyes were closed tight but she said, “Go ahead fuck me.”
With his hands on her thighs, Mark pulled her toward him and pushed at the same time. “Ahhhh!” he groaned as the head of his hard cock slipped inside his mother’s wet pussy.”
“Fuck meeeee!” Helen pleaded.
Almost reluctantly, Mark began to move, pulling his penis almost all the way out before pushing back in. “Oh God,” he moaned as her warm hole sucked him inside. Mark began to move faster.
“That’s it, that’s it, fuck me lover. Fuck your mother’s hairy pussssssssyyyyy!” Helen screamed as she built toward a climax. She reached down and began to rub her clit. “Oh God darling, I’m going to cum. Oh yes, oh yes,” she hissed as her hole tightened around Mark’s shaft.
“Oh Jesus Mum,” Mark moaned as he felt her body began to convulse. “I’m going to cum too,” he moaned. He pushed into her pussy as deeply as possible and froze.
Mark began to pound into his mother like never before. Sweat began to drip off of him as he worked his penis rapidly in and out of her. He could feel his her juice splashing all over his balls, dripping down to the sheets. The pounding went on and on. Neither one of them could get enough of the other.
“I’m getting close Mum. Can I cum in you?”
“Yes, yes, I’m close, keep fucking me. Oh God, oh God, I’m cummmmiiiiinnnngggg,” Helen screamed pushing her hips up to meet her son.
“Here it comes Mum, here it comes, take it, take all my cum,” Helen felt his penis quiver inside her. She was amazed that she could feel him begin to cum. That intensified her building climax.
Both of them screamed in pleasure as Mark filled his mother’s love hole with his seed. Mark responded, feeling the force of his load traveling down the shaft and into his mother’s body. Shot after shot of potent sperm flowed from Mark into his mother. Both were moaning and shaking as their mutual climax flowed from one body to the other.
Finally, Mark collapsed in exhaustion on top of his mother. Their lips met in a final kiss as they fell off to sleep. Inside his mother, Tommy’s sperm was beginning the journey that would change their lives forever.
They had finally crossed the line.
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