A Mother's Dilemma Ch. 02

"Sure, stop on by. I'll make sure I'm home from work by then. I'll stop and pick up something for us at that new Italian place. You can have a bite to eat here... Yeah... ok.... bye."

Swinging around and glancing at her watch she had to grab her purse, briefcase and rush for the door.

Jane pulled the cork on the wine, filling their glasses.

"Where's Chris? Isn't he awfully late?"

"I don't know. He may have had something after school. He should be along soon. Why?"

"I just hoped to see him. It's been a few weeks."

"Maybe he stopped at the Garden Center for something. I swear Jane, he brought me the nicest flowers. Over there on the counter, see."

"And who suggested them?"

"Well probably his supervisor at work. But it was sweet of him to bring them to me?"

"Who is she, did he say?"

"A Mrs. Sovell I think? Joan, she told him to call her Joan."

"Hmmm, I know her. She's married to the branch manager at the bank just down the street from there."

"Is she nice?"

"I think so. She's alone alot and that's why she works. I think they make him put in a lot of hours. Here have some more wine."

"Jane, it's my third glass. I can barely speak without slurring now. You know I rarely drink."

"Oh quit whining," with both of them laughing at that and turning at the sound of the door.

"Hey, Hi Chris, we've been waiting for you. Well, at least I have. I think your Mother has had one or two or maybe three or four glasses or wine too many."

"Hi mom. Sorry I'm so late. I was at the Center and Mrs. Scovell was showing me around some more."

"Hmm, Mrs. Shovelli is it," Karen slightly slurred laughing. "Oh, I'm sorry Chris. We tried to wait but I didn't know you were going to be so damn late."

"No, its Mrs Sovell, mom. You drank too much didn't you."

"Oh God Jane, I don't think I can stand up," stumbling as she pushed herself up. "And I have a terrible day ahead tomorrow. I told you not to give me so much wine."

"Well, it's late. Chris and I will help you and then I have to get home. The wine was really nice wasn't it. And the Tortolini was wonderful."

"Chris, help me. We'll take your mom up and put her to bed."

They got her up the stairs and Karen lay back on the bed.

"Chris, I'll hold her while you get her shoes and jeans off. She can't sleep this way."

Jane pushed her up pulling her sweatshirt off and over her arms as Karen protested. Chris tugged and pulled her jeans over her ankles trying not to stare at the French briefs that almost rolled off with her pants.

"Ok Chris, throw a blanket over her and turn the light out. I'll call tomorrow. I might have some things you could do for me at my house. Think you would have time?"

"Sure, just let me know when."

"Ok, take care of your mom. I'll let myself out."

As he heard Jane go down the steps he threw off his shirt, kicked off his shoes, and pushed his jeans over his feet. He stood staring at his mom, his cock achingly hard. His fingers grasp the waistband pulling her panties over her hips and ankles. Amid her continuing mumbled protests he unsnapped her bra and tossed it on the chair. He pulled open her dresser drawer and poured a puddle of her lubricant in his palm. Moving over her and straddling her hips he kissed the soft slope of her breasts. His lips pulled her nipple as his tongue traced little circles, flicking over the stiffening pinkness.

"Chris, Chris, stop honey, what are you doing?" her hands weakly pushing at him.

His fingers dipped between her thighs pushing through the thick dark tangle of curls. The pink bareness hidden beneath was quickly slippery. His fingers lightly massaged her clit, slowly moving lower easily sliding inside her then moving back out and lower between her cheeks, his fingertips toying... teasing as he felt the muscles of her ass squeeze him.

"Oh God baby, that feels so good. Chris? Chris? Wait. Oh no, no you can't, please, we can't. Stop Chris," her arms pushing against him. "We have to stop baby. Here, please, come up here, let me do this. I'll do this for you."

Karen pulled him up to her, taking him into her mouth, the tip of her tongue tracing the warm hard length. Her fingers wrapped around his aching shaft swiftly moving back and forth as Chris' hips moved against her.

"No, no... I want you, I want inside you." Chris groaned as he pulled away moving between her legs forcing them apart.

"No Chris, we can't baby, please, please come back up here. Let me... I can make my baby feel so good. Please come up here."

Karen's legs were straight and tense as Chris tried to push them apart. He held himself up with an elbow taking the hard length of his cock, slowly sliding it up and down. The rounded tip smoothly slipped between the warm slippery mounds of her labia... then higher to caress her clit and then again moving lower... pressing between her rounded cheeks to tease, circle, torment... hearing her gasp as her cheeks clenched tightly around him... then slowly moving higher.

"Chris, no.. don't do that, please, stop, stop doing that baby, you have to stop doing that." Karen gasped, a little cry as she felt the hard shaft press between her cheeks, lingering, pressing against her harder this time. "Oh God no, no Chris... not there, please stop, please baby... I can't stand that."

Yet her body trembled, the soft smooth roundness of her ass clenching tightly around the teasing hardness as her hands held his arms tightly. With each whispered protest, with each time he slid the warm enticing hardness across her sensitive skin, her thighs opened a little wider her knees lifting higher... higher until they were pulled against her breasts. His arms held him over her as his hips moved sliding his cock across her, pressing between her cheeks, then higher, the smooth wet tip softly kissing her clit.

"Oh my God Chris, Chris honey, please, please don't... I'm your Mother, you can't do this to me, you can't, we can't... please baby, this isn't right. Please, don't do this."

"I want you. I want you mom, I can't help it, I'm not sorry and I can't wait any more." Chris breathed as he paused, then began pushing inside her.

Karen's fingernails dug deep into his arms as she felt him begin to enter her.

"Noooooooooo oh nooooo." Karen moaned as she felt each inch of him slowly push inside her. So slowly, her breath held... until... their hips touched, resting, pressed tightly together.

Then he pulled away and began a slow seductive... mesmerizing rhythm. Over and over he pushed deep inside her as she gently rocked back and forth against his hips. Her eyes closed, lips slightly parted lost in her desire. Karen lifted her head, hands pulling on his arms, straining to look between them. Her breath came in trembling gasps, watching as his cock glistened with wetness moving in and out of her. Her pussy clung tightly to him as he moved inside her. She sensed his quickening, sensed the throbbing, the swelling inside her, her head falling back.

"Ok baby, ok, come on... I know... it's ok, I know, soon now," her own eyes widening as she felt her hips pressing harder against his thrusts.

"I'm... I'm... mom I'm going.. to cum..." Chris moaned as he began pounding hard against her.

"It's ok, come on, come on baby, cum for me..." she whispered, her breath quickening as her arms pulled him closer her lips resting against his cheek. ""Come on baby... cum for me, please cum for me... please... come on, oh God please... hurry, cum in me Chris... I need it... need it, so bad... hurry."

Karen felt him tense, his muscles tighten as he began filling her with a wet warmth.. "Ohhh God there... don't stop, please... harder baby.. fuck me harder... please baby... there... there... oh God I'm cumingggggggggg.... fill me... please baby, I want it... it's mine, all of it... again... oh God there it is... again...... ohhhhhhhhhhh."

She leaned against the hallway wall her fingers muffling her gasps. Her legs were trembling, her heart beating wildly as she tried to move silently down the stairs. As she backed out of the drive she pulled over, her hands shaking. She felt her panties against her skin, soaked. Her face buried in her hands, she cried... in what, she wondered. The horror of incest? Or was it the incredible desire searing through her? The beauty of them together, they werre so beautiful? Jealousy? She had just watched her dearest friend... Screwed? No, no... made love to? Fucked? Yes, fucked, incredibly fucked by her... son? By Chris? Jane closed her eyes, Chris looming into the darkness, looking down at her, quivering and helpless, his strong body pounding against her, whispering in her ear, cumming in her... pouring himself inside her. She shivered, her teeth biting tightly against her bottom lip as her orgasm rippled through her.

Opening her eyes, she drove down the road wondering, what she would do. Could she ever let Karen know that she knew? Anyone? That she had watched in stunned silence? She knew one thing certain. She had to have Chris. Had to make him want her, Jane's fingers were white as she gripped the wheel...