A Mothers Mistakes

byrgjohn©

Gathering up his courage he said, "Hmm, I think the panties have to go too. You can see the outline."

Allison looked at him with surprise, but then she smiled and said, "Wait." She hurried into the dressing room, returning a couple of minutes later. "What about now?"

Chris felt his heart flutter. He could see that she had removed the bra. Her nipples were hard and poking though the top. "Mu... much better," he stuttered.

"What about this," she said and turned her back to him again.

No panty line.

Chris couldn't help the erection that grew in his pants when he realized that his mother was naked under the outfit. There was nothing between his eyes and her naked body but the thin dress. Every curve was defined. If she had dimples on her ass cheeks, he would have been able to see them. "Wor... works for me," he said, trying to be cool, as he stared at the smooth backside of his mother.

The rest of the afternoon was a blur to Chris. They went from store to store, sometimes finding something they both liked and sometimes not. Their conversation was light and more like a man and woman rather than mother and son. They people watched, whispering about this guy or that girl. Through it all, Chris noticed that his mother seemed genuinely happy for the first time since he could remember. She smiled a lot and her eyes twinkled like they did before his father's surgery. She somehow seemed content and was warmer to him as well. It wasn't a secret that their relationship had been strained, even before the incident.

Several hours and multiple shopping bags later, Chris and his mother went to the car. They stopped at a small restaurant and had a late lunch.

"I must have spent a fortune today," she said. "I don't know what got into me. I normally don't spend a lot of time shopping for clothes."

"I know," Chris said before he thought.

His mother got a pensive look on her face. "I guess I've needed to upgrade my wardrobe for some time huh?"

"Uh... well... yeah," Chris answered uncomfortably.

She reached over and touched his hand. "It's nice to have someone that I care about appreciate it."

Chris saw something in his mother's eyes... some emotion that he couldn't quite identify. He quickly changed the subject.

As they talked, Chris noticed for the first time the looks that his mother got from men. He realized how attractive she was to other men, and suddenly felt a strange emotion himself. One he was not accustomed to: jealousy! He knew it was crazy... this was his mother, not his girlfriend... but he couldn't shake the feeling. As they left the restaurant, he found himself putting his arm around her waist protectively, maybe to show the guys that she wasn't available.

His mother looked at him with a smile and actually moved closer until he could feel her hip brushing his. His face turned red but he kept his hand around her waist, enjoying the warmth of her skin under the silky material of her top.

When they arrived home, Allison gave Chris another fashion show. She was like a teenager, trying on each of her outfits again, asking which ones were appropriate for work and which ones were not. Was he sure that this one or that one wasn't too tight or too short? Could he see through the top? And the most loaded question... Does this make me look fat? Chris danced through each question diplomatically. He told her that his favorite dress, the red one, was definitely not appropriate for work. She had taken off her bra and panties again to model it for him. He found himself wondering if she were going to put the panties back on tonight or not.

By the end of the day, Chris was mentally and physically exhausted. He was surprised that shopping could take so much out of him. Maybe it was because he had been on an emotional roller coaster all for a week. He fought the anger in the beginning and now sexual urges that his mother had brought on. Not to mention the jealously that had surprised him so much.

Later as they sat in the family room with his father, Chris said, "I think I'm going to turn in early Mom."

"Okay sweetie," she said. "I hope I didn't tire you out too much today. Shopping can be very strenuous," she laughed.

"Tell me about it," he returned with a wide smile and kissed her quickly before heading to his room. However, as he got to his door, he glanced at the stairs and then turned and went quickly to his mother's room and into the bathroom. Inside the clothes hamper, he found what he was looking for... a pair of red panties that she had most likely worn today. That was confirmed when he saw that they were still damp. He wondered briefly if his mother had been as excited as he was today. Then he dismissed it and hurried back to his own room where he quickly stripped naked and laid down on the bed. He wrapped the warm silk around his shaft and began an up and down motion with his hand. It took but a few seconds for him to get an erection.

His thoughts quickly turned to his mother and that red dress... or more specifically, that she had been naked underneath. Then he saw her naked in his mind, posing in front of him. His imagination worked overtime as he envisioned her kneeling on the bed between his legs, her hands on his hard penis, slowly stroking him and her mouth hovering over it, drooling.

With the panties wrapped around the head he fantasized that it was his mother's mouth caressing him now. As he ran the damp and silky material over the swollen head, he could almost hear the sound of her sucking lips. His hand began to move faster as his excitement increased rapidly. Although he wanted it to last longer, it was impossible. The excitement had been building all day.

"Oh God," he hissed as his body tensed and lifted from the bed. His penis throbbed and began to spit his seed into the air. It flew high and splattered across his chest and down his stomach, hitting with a splat. The spurts were powerful and heavy, spraying his thick cream over a wide area. It seemed that it would never stop. When it finally did, he had sperm all over his chest, hands and the panties, which were still wrapped around his shrinking penis.

A moan of relief and remorse escaped Chris's lips. He looked down at the mess he had made and felt ashamed. Not because he had masturbated, but because it was the thought of his mother that he had made him climax. It was all wrong. He wasn't supposed to feel desire for his own mother. He threw his arm over his eyes as if blocking the light would give him comfort.

It was at that moment that he heard a light tapping at his door. His eyes flew open and realized that he had not locked the door. A second later it opened and his mother walked in. Chris closed his eyes quickly, willing himself to lie still and pretend to be asleep. He was mortified, but there was nothing he could do except hope that she would leave quickly.

Chris tried to control his breathing as he felt rather than saw his mother's presence. He could tell that she was standing close to the bed, looking at him. He had been caught with her panties wrapped around his penis and his cum splattered all over the place. He was a "pervert".

He could hear her breathing. Taking a chance, he opened his eyes just a fraction and saw the strange sight of his mother staring down at him. Her eyes weren't on his face.

Allison had a smile on her face as she walked up the stairs to say good night to Chris. She wanted to thank him for a wonderful day. She couldn't remember when she had had such fun or enjoyed conversation so much. When she tapped on the door and heard no answer, she assumed that Chris had dozed off. However, since there was still a light on in the room, she thought that he might not mind her stopping in to kiss him good night again.

She had barely stepped into the room when she stopped in her tracks. Her hand went to her mouth to cover a gasp of surprise. Her son was lying naked with her panties wrapped around his penis and the obvious results of a recent climax on his chest and stomach. Although she had said that her panties would be in the hamper, it had been a flippant remark and not meant to be taken literally. Allison stood frozen for several moments. She knew that she should just turn and leave but something stopped her, driving her to step closer. Until that moment she had not admitted to herself that being with Chris today had been more than good conversation and shopping... it had been sexually exciting. It started earlier in the day when she had stepped out of the dressing room without panties or bra and saw Chris's surprised look. It brought on a familiar stirring between her legs. As soon as she was back in the dressing room she had to put her panties back on for fear that her juices would be running down her legs. The panties had done the job, although the crotch was soaked within seconds. Now, as she looked at the sight before her, she wished that she had put on another pair after her bath as she could now feel her juices begin to seep from between her rapidly swelling lips.

With increasing excitement she edged closer, her eyes scanned down her son's well-defined body. She knew that he was athletic and a handsome boy at over six foot one, but it had been some time since she had actually seen him naked... maybe when he was eight or nine. His chest was well developed and his stomach rippled with muscles... now glistening with his sperm. Her eyes moved down to his still large but shrunken penis. It lay curled in her panties, along with the evidence that he had recently climaxed. There was a dribble of juice running from the head. He had obviously fallen asleep moments after his climax. Allison was very familiar with that male trait.

Suddenly she could actually smell the familiar odor of semen. It made her light headed. Her vagina quivered and her legs trembled. She could still see her own wetness on the gusset of the panties twisted around the head of her son's penis.

Chris could barely breathe. He was afraid that if he took the deep breath that his lungs were demanding his mother would know that he was awake. Through barely closed eyes he watched her, afraid to move a muscle. He expected her to turn and run from the room any second. When she didn't, he began to feel excitement again. While it was embarrassing and mortifying for him to let her see him like this, her reaction or lack of reaction caused an unwanted excitement wash over him

With muscles tightening, Chris moaned and squirmed on the bed. When his mother still didn't leave he felt his shaft begin to lengthen. As his penis grew, the panties caught on the ridge and followed it to hardness... until they were hanging from the head. Finally he heard a gasp. His shaft pulsed with excitement, matching his heartbeat. Chris watched as his mother's hand reached out to him.

"Chris honey, wake up," she whispered as her trembling hand touched his shoulder.

Chris had no choice. He opened his eyes and then with a start he gasped, "Mom!" feigning surprise. He quickly reached for a sheet to pull over him.

"Don't do that," she said, grabbing his hand. "You've obviously had a little accident." A strange look came to her face.

"Mommmm!" Chris moaned, embarrassed beyond belief.

"Sorry honey, I didn't want to wake you up, but I was afraid that you would mess up the sheets."

Chris's face was beet red now.

"I'll take these back to the hamper," she said and reached for the panties hanging from his penis. Her fingers accidentally touched the hot skin of his shaft and she pulled back like she had been burned. With the panties in her hand she turned on rubbery legs and quickly left the room.

Chris had almost climaxed at the gentle brush of her fingers. He closed his eyes, wondering how he was going to look his mother in the eye again. She was right; he was a pervert.

Chris didn't see his mother rush into the bathroom and use the cum drenched panties to masturbate with.

Chapter 7

Sunday morning Chris came downstairs to the kitchen for a bowl of cereal. He found his mother sitting at the table dressed in a tight pink jogging suit that she had bought the day before. She was reading the paper.

Chris walked in quietly and got a bowl of cereal and sat at the table. His mother didn't look at him, hiding her face behind the paper. At that moment he wanted to be anywhere but there. However, he knew that he had to face her sometime.

"Going jogging?" he asked and saw his mother lower the paper. She had almost a relieved look on her face. It was obvious that she was as uncomfortable he was.

"Yes, I thought I would. It's sunny and fairly mild outside."

"It's been a pretty mild winter," he answered, making small talk.

"I hope it continues. What're you doing today?"

"Nothing much. I thought I'd go over to the field and practice with Jeff and Andy."

"Are you going to be home for dinner tonight?"

"No, Melissa and I are going to get a pizza and then come back here and watch a movie."

Allison's expression changed almost immediately and she said "Oh... that's nice." However, her voice betrayed her obvious disappointment.

"Well, I guess I'd better get warmed up if I'm going to get my run in this morning." With that Allison stood up and walked over to the glass sliding door leading to the deck. Instead of going outside to do her warm up exercises, she stood at the window and began to stretch. The sun reflecting through the window outlined her trim shape, detailing every curve.

Chris pretended that he was reading the paper as he ate his cereal. However, he found it difficult to keep his eyes on the print. As he secretly watched, his mother stood with her back to him and bent over to touch her toes. The tight pink jogging sweats stretched over her ass, eventually pulling between her cheeks. It was apparent that she didn't have panties on as each globe shook freely under the stretched cotton. She remained in that position with her fingers touching her toes for several seconds before standing up and then going down again. Chris was almost drooling by the time she had done twenty repetitions. Then she turned sideways and stepped forward with one leg, while stretching the other out behind her. It was a classic exercise to stretch the hamstring muscles. However, Chris wasn't thinking about hamstring muscles. As he watched, forgetting that he was staring, she went through several exercises, turning this way and that, acting oblivious to her staring son. Finally she opened the door and turned to him

"Bye," she said with a knowing smile.

Chris let out the breath he had been holding.

It was after seven that evening when Chris came home from the pizza parlor with Melissa.

"Hi Mom," he said.

"Hi Mrs. Hudson," Melissa said.

"Hello Melissa. It's nice to see you," Allison said. The greeting was without warmth in her voice as she almost glared at the pretty teenager with her son. She was wearing an impossibly short skirt and a tight blue sweater. Her nipples were already hard and poking through, showing that she wasn't wearing a bra. Allison wondered if she was wearing panties... probably not.

"Where's Dad?"

"You're father's upstairs in his study."

Chris smiled. "We're going into the family room to watch a movie," Chris said, holding up a video. Then he turned and smiled at his date. "See you later Mom," he added and ushered his date quickly down the hall and into the family room. However, he didn't miss the look his mother gave Melissa.

The lights were out in the family room, the movie had long ago ended and the TV was off.

"Mmmm," Melissa murmured as Chris's hand snaked under her sweater. Their lips were pressed together with their tongues dueling.

Chris pulled away. "I love your tits," he whispered as his hand covered one large orb. He found her nipples and began to play with them.

"Oh God that's making my pussy leak," Melissa hissed. "Suck them."

Chris didn't have to be told twice. He pushed the sweater up and freed both large breasts. His head dropped and he took one hard nipple into his mouth. He sucked on that one for a long time before moving to the other.

"God you're so good with your mouth."

That was the signal that Chris was waiting for. He knew what she wanted. His lips went back to hers and he kissed her hard. She was breathless and squirming on the sofa when the kiss ended. "Suck me," she gasped. "Suck my pussy."

"I'd love to. Will... will you... will you do me then?" he asked hesitantly. They had had this conversation many times before.

"You know that I don't do that," she said.

"But I always do you. Come on Melissa, I won't cum in your mouth."

Melissa fell silent for a moment. "You know what Billy Anderson did to me."

Chris knew. He had heard it a hundred times. Billy had forced Melissa to suck him and shot his cum down her throat. But that was over a year ago. "I know, but I'm not Billy."

Again Melissa was quiet. "If you promise not to cum in my mouth."

Chris almost leaped off the sofa. "I promise," he agreed quickly.

"All right, but you have to eat me good," she said and smiled.

In a flash Chris slid to his knees in front of Melissa. He looked up at her with a big smile on his face and pushed her tiny skirt up her thighs. She spread her legs and lifted up, letting him push her skirt to her waist. Chris looked between her legs and gasped. She wasn't wearing panties and her pussy was already dripping. It was dark in the room, as it always was when he ate her... Melissa preferred it that way... but he could still see the soft down of her pubic hair and the glint of juice.

Suddenly, for no apparent reason, Chris began to imagine that it wasn't Melissa's vagina he was glaring at... it was his mother's. His already hard penis pulsed in his pants as his shaking hands slid up her thighs, pushing them wider. He used his thumbs to open her swollen lips, revealing the pink inner flesh. As his mouth moved forward, he could see the shaven lips of his mother's sex. His mouth watered.

"Oh yes," Melissa gasped as Chris's mouth found her lips. "Suck me, suck me, suck me," she gasped.

Chris didn't hear her. All he could think of was the fat and sexy lips that he knew were between his mother's legs.

Melissa's hips lifted from the sofa and her legs flew up to wrap around his shoulders.

Chris was imprisoned in her warm flesh. Her thighs covered his ears as her sex lips spread across his cheeks. He sucked the inner lips first before he plunged his tongue deep into her juicy hole. His head began to spin from taste as he lost himself between her legs. He loved to eat pussy... it was that simple. However this time, with the thoughts of his mother in his head, it was better than ever.

"Oh God," Melissa gasped as Chris found her clit. It only took her a minute to climax. She squeezed her legs tight and grabbed his hair, pulling his face to her convulsing sex.

Chris barely noticed. Even as her climax waned, he continued to suck her.

Three or four climaxes later, Melissa pushed Chris's head from between her legs. "Whew," she gasped as her legs fell from his shoulders.

With a dazed look on his face, Chris sat back, running the back of his hand across his dripping mouth. For a moment he was disoriented. He looked up and saw Melissa looking strangely at him.

"God, what got into you?" she asked. "You're always good, but that was incredible."

Obviously Chris wasn't going to tell her that he had been thinking of his mother. He said, "It's because you're going to suck me." It was a good answer.

"Oh," Melissa said, remembering her promise.

Chris moved up to the sofa and unzipped his pants, pulling his pants and underwear down to his ankles.

With a sigh of resignation, Melissa reached over and grasped his rampant penis.

Suddenly the room light flashed on. "Oh, I'm sorry," Allison said. "I didn't know that you were still here Melissa."

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