A Mothers Mistakes

"Mom!!!" Chris screamed.

Melissa's eyes grew wide and she froze. Her sweater was still above her breasts, her legs were spread and her skirt was around her waist. With her sex still swollen and wet, and saliva on her thighs, it was obvious what they had been doing.

"Mrs. Hudson!" Melissa screamed. The young girl jumped up, pushing her skirt down and trying to cover her breasts. She ran out of the room toward the safety of the bathroom.

Chris struggled to get his pants up his thighs. "Mom, what are you doing?" he screamed angrily.

"I'm so sorry sweetie. I thought you had gone up to bed," she lied.

"Jesus Christ." The words spit from his lips. He buckled his belt and hurried past his mother. By the time he got to the bathroom, Melissa had fixed her clothing and was heading for the door. "Melissa," he said reaching for her.

"Don't!" she hissed, shrugging her shoulders away from him. She turned and hurried out of the house.

"I'll take you home," Chris yelled after her.

"Don't bother. I'll call my sister."

The door slammed in Chris's face.

Chris turned and stomped up the stairs to his room. He couldn't believe what his mother had done. He was as angry as he had ever been.

Chris was still seething as he lay on the bed. He heard a tapping on his door and knew that it was his mother. He didn't answer, but he had left the door unlocked.

It opened slowly.

"Chris," Allison said as she peeked into the room.

Chris didn't acknowledge her as he continued to lie on the bed with a sheet across his waist. He didn't have a shirt on and his hands were behind his head with his eyes staring at the ceiling.

Allison came into the room. "Chris," she whispered again as she walked over to the bed. "I'm sorry."

Chris's eyes, flashing daggers, turned to her. He clenched his teeth and said, "Sure you are Mother. You're sorry you ruined everything. Are you trying to destroy my life? I'll be the laughing stock all over school now."

Allison suddenly felt bad. But not as bad as she should have. She sat gently on the bed next to Chris. She conjured up a tear in her eye. "I am sorry. I thought you and Melissa had left."

"That's a lie mother. You knew that we were still there. Why did you do it?" Suddenly Chris knew the answer; she was jealous. However, he didn't realize that her jealousy was aimed at Melissa. "You're jealous," he said. "I screwed up your love nest with Jason and you wanted to punish me."

"That's not true!" Allison responded truthfully, fighting her own anger at his mention of Jason. "I told you it was an accident."

"Right!" Chris paused before he said, "I'd finally talked her into... into... suc... oh fuck it!"

"Chris, don't talk to me like that!" Allison said, raising her voice.

Chris grew silent, looking up at the ceiling again and then he closed his eyes. Suddenly he opened them again when he felt his mother's hand on his thigh. He could feel electricity from of her hand through the thin sheet. In spite of his anger, his penis began to harden.

"I am sorry Chris. I shouldn't have done it," she said, calling on as much remorse as she could find. Her hand began to move idly on Chris's thigh, squeezing and caressing him gently. "I wish I could make it up to you."

Suddenly the room grew thick with tension.

Chris was afraid that his mother would be able to hear his heartbeat. His penis was now fully erect and pulsing, making a tent in the sheets. It hadn't taken much to make him stiff, as he was still excited from eating Melissa. In fact, he could still smell her and taste her on his lips.

Allison's fingers grasped the sheet and began to slowly pull it down.

Both of them watched as the sheet moved over his waist, revealing his white boxer briefs with the bulge in the center. There was already a large wet spot on the cotton from earlier activity

When the sheet was at his knees, Allison's hand went back to his thigh, this time touching the bare flesh. Her fingernails gently scratched him in a circular motion.

Chris felt the blood rushing to his head. He watched as his mother's soft hand continued to crawl up his thigh and then over the pulsing tent in his shorts. "Oh Jesus," he gasped when she wrapped her fingers around his covered shaft.

Without a word, Allison began to slowly move her hand up and down, sliding the wet cotton material over the long shaft.

Chris's mouth was open and he was gasping for breath.

Allison scooted closer to her son until she was close enough to lean over him. Her eyes met his. "I want to make it up to you," she whispered as her lips moved closer still.

It almost appeared to Chris that his mother was going to kiss him. Then she did. Her lips touched his and his eyes closed. He couldn't believe it. His mother had her hand wrapped around his cock and was kissing him. Without a conscious thought, his mouth opened and her tongue entered. "Mmmm," Chris moaned and his arms came from behind his head and around his mother's back. Suddenly their lips were devouring each other's. A vague thought occurred to Chris... he still had Melissa's pussy juice on his lips... he wondered if she could taste it. The thought thrilled him and almost made him climax.

Allison pressed her braless breast to her son's chest. Her chest was heaving up and down with her own excitement.

Chris didn't know where he was anymore... he was floating somewhere warm and wonderful... someplace he never thought he would ever go. Suddenly he felt his mother's hand searching for the waist of his shorts. Her fingers tickled his stomach as they slipped underneath. "Mmmmpppphhhh!!!" he gasped into her mouth as her warm hand encircled the hot flesh of his penis.

"Mmmmm," it was Allison's turn to moan. Her hand squeezed his long shaft as her tongue plunged in and out of her son's mouth. She was lost in the sensation as well.

It didn't take long for Chris to feel his crisis nearing. His almost overflowing balls churned in their sacks, demanding release. He could feel it coming. He could feel his hot juice begin the journey up the shaft and wanted to warn his mother, but he couldn't bear to pull his mouth form her soft and searching lips. Instead he moaned louder.

When Allison felt him tense, she pulled her lips from his. "That's it. That's it, cum for me," she whispered as her hand moved faster.

"Ohhhhhh!!!" Chris gasped as his cum began to rocket from the head of his shaft. It blasted from the slit and across his mother's pumping hand. Pulse after pulse sent his thick cream into his shorts.

Finally when the last drop was squeezed from his deflating penis, Allison pulled her hand from under his shorts. It was covered in her son's sticky cream. She looked at him and stood up. "I'm sorry I messed up your evening with Melissa."

Chris's mouth was open again, like a fish out of water. He watched his mother leave.

Allison stepped out of the room and fell against the wall. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She couldn't believe what she had just done... or how exciting it had been. She tried to chastise herself but the excitement still running though her veins wouldn't allow it. She closed her eyes and tried to catch her breath.

A million things were running though her head. What was she thinking? Had she lost her mind? Had she really jerked her own son off? When she lifted her hand and saw his thick cream on her fingers she knew that it was true. She could even smell it. With a quiet moan, almost a whine, she brought the fingers to her lips. She rubbed the warm juice across her suddenly dry lips before bringing her tongue out to taste it. With a louder moan she began to lick the juice from between her fingers. Suddenly, when she swallowed, tremors began to rush through her. Her legs began to shake and finally gave out. Her body slipped down the wall until she hit the floor on her butt. An incredible climax rushed through her.

Chapter 8

The jangling alarm awoke Chris with a start the following morning. He had fallen asleep right after his mother left. It took him a moment to clear his head. When he did, the events of the previous night rushed back to him. He remembered Melissa's anger, but far stronger was the memory of what his mother had done. He could still feel her lips on his and her hand on his cock. When he looked down, he could see the sperm that had dried on his penis and pubic hair. His penis twitched and threatened to start to grow.

He had to get up for school and dragged himself from the bed to the shower.

A few minutes later, feeling refreshed, he went downstairs. He saw his Dad at the breakfast table as usual reading the newspaper. His mother was at the stove fixing pancakes. With great trepidation he entered the kitchen.

"Morning Dad... Mom." His father said good morning without looking over the paper. His mother turned around and looked at him. There was a look of concern on her face. Chris stared at her blankly. He wasn't sure how she felt about last night... he wasn't entirely sure how he felt. In spite of being uncomfortable, he found himself thinking about his mother's kiss and how soft her lips felt. A slight smile crossed his lips. Then he saw his mother smile. They both looked at his father, but he wasn't paying attention.

Allison walked over with a stack of pancakes and sat them on the table. "Are you and Melissa doing anything tonight for Valentine's Day."

Chris was surprised by the question. He had a reservation for dinner with her, but figured that it wasn't going to happen. "I'm not sure. After last... uh... I'm not sure she is going to be able to make it now."

"That's too bad. I'm sure you're Dad didn't have anything planned for us tonight." Allison glanced at Bradley and saw his eyes look over the paper at her.

"Sorry," he said sheepishly. "Do you want to do anything?"

"No that's fine," she said. But it wasn't fine. However, it was expected. She looked at Chris again. "Well, if Melissa blows you off," she smiled at her use of words, "I'm available... and I have that pretty new red dress to wear."

Chris though of the dress and remembered how his mother looked in it. "Uh... thanks Mom... I guess I'll find out today."

"Well, give me a call and let me know as early as you can."

"Sure," Chris said as he dug into a stack of pancakes. Suddenly he hoped that Melissa was still mad at him.

At school, Chris found Melissa at her locker. "Hey," he said.

She looked at him with a scowl and didn't respond as she pulled books from her locker.

"Listen, I'm sorry about last night... it was an accident." When she still didn't respond he said, "Are you going to talk to me anymore?"

Melissa sighed and turned to him. "Last night was... was the worst night of my life. I can never even look in your mother's face again."

"She's cool with it now."

"But I'm not. It's too creepy. I think we need to take a break."

"Fine," Chris said. "If that's the way you feel."

"That's the way I feel," Melissa said as she stormed away in a huff.

She didn't see the smile on Chris's face as he dialed his cell phone.

"I'm almost ready," Allison said when Chris knocked on her bedroom door.

"I'll be downstairs. We have ten minutes to get to the restaurant." Chris left his mother's door and went downstairs. He saw his father in the living room.

"Thanks for taking your Mom out for me Chris. I guess I screwed up again," his father said.

"No problem Dad. I don't have a date tonight anyway."

"Well, you got me out of a jam and I appreciate it. However, the truth is, she would probably rather go out with you then me. I'm an incredible bore." He walked over and put a twenty-dollar bill in his hand.

"Uh thanks," he said pocketing the cash.

At that point Chris heard something behind him and turned around. His eye opened wide when he saw his mother standing there in her new red dress. Her hair was freshly styled... almost like she had gone to the beauty salon today... and she had a pretty shade of lipstick on that matched her dress. The greenish eye shadow she was wearing emphasized the gray/green tint to her eyes. The dress was even sexier than he remembered. The bodice was cut low, revealing the soft swells of her cleavage. It hugged her hips and came down only to the upper portion of her thighs. She had on either pantyhose or nylons, Chris couldn't tell which. On her feet were matching shoes and she carried a red purse.

"Do you still like it?" Allison said, spinning around and giving him the rear view.

Chris's breath was taken away. It was obvious that she didn't have anything on underneath... just like at the clothing store. That answered another question... nylons, not pantyhose. He felt a tingling between his legs.

"That looks very nice sweetheart," Bradley said. Then he went back to reading the paper.

Allison rolled her eyes at Bradley, looked at her son and then shook her head in exasperation. "We'd better get going. Don't wait up for us Bradley," she added as she took her son's arm and they walked out of the room.

Bradley's response was a grunt.

Chris couldn't remember ever being as excited to go on a date in his life. And he did consider it a date. He had the prettiest girl... woman... in the world on his arm. When they entered the restaurant, he noticed the envious stared of the men, and some of the women. He walked his mother proudly to the table and they sat down.

Allison ordered a glass of wine for her and a coke for Chris. Then she turned to him. "Chris, I wanted to say how sorry I was about walking in on you and Melissa. It was out of line and I shouldn't have done it. I hope you can forgive me."

Chris looked at his pretty mother and his heart melted. Her eyes were like pools of water and he found himself drowning in them. "Actually Mom, I would rather be here with you than Melissa."

"You don't have to say that. I know you would rather be with your girlfriend then you old Mom."

"First of all mother, you're far from old. Actually I would say that you are in you're prime." He remembered their conversation about when women reach their sexual peak.

"Thank you sweetheart, that's what every woman wants to hear.

"Second, Melissa isn't my girlfriend anymore."

"Oh, I'm sorry," she lied.

"It's for the best. She was just a taker... always wanting me to do things to her, but never reciprocating."

Allison reached over and grabbed her son's hand. "Some women are like that. They don't realize what they have until it's gone." She stared into his eyes with meaning. "Anyway, I know that she was a... a sexual outlet for you at least."

"Mommm"," Chris complained and his face colored.

"Call me Allison tonight... please."

"All right Allison." Chris smiled. "Anyway, she always wanted me to... to... you know, use my mouth on her, but never did it to me." Chris paused and looked around, lowering his voice. "The truth is, I love to do it. The other night she said she was finally going to do me before yo... well, before she left."

"Sorry again," Allison said and smiled shyly.

"Like I said, I'd rather be with you anyway. Did I tell you how good that dress looks on you."

"Yes you did. But you can tell me as often as you want. It's a little tight... and these shoulder straps don't stay up all the time."

One of the straps had fallen down her arm to her elbow. It allowed the right corner of her bodice to slip lower.

"I'm afraid something is going to pop out if I'm not careful."

Chris raised his eyebrows and smiled in answer.

As the evening wore on, Allison continued to drink wine until she was feeling lightheaded. She didn't seem to pay as much attention to the strap of her gown either.

However, Chris did. He watched as more and more of her breast was revealed until he could almost see the brown of her nipple. At one point, she laughed and the remaining cover slipped lower, letting the entire nipple pop free. Chris stared and swallowed hard. His mother didn't seem to notice. But when he saw the waiter coming he whispered, "Mom, you're... you're showing."

Allison looked down and giggled, then she casually pulled the strap back up her arm.

When the waiter had brought their food and left, there was a pause in the conversation. As Chris ate his steak, he felt his mother's foot touch his pant leg. He thought it was an accident until in went under the leg to touch his bare leg. It wasn't an accident and she didn't have her shoe on. Chris' penis, which had become hard when he saw his mother's nipple, pulsed in his pants.

They ate their meal in relative silence. When the bill was paid... Allison insisted on paying... Chris took his mother's arm and led her to the car. When he was in the driver's seat, he put the key into the ignition and started the car.

"Chris," Allison said leaning toward her son, "I want to tell you what a wonderful Valentine's Day this has been. I can't ever remember a better one." She reached over and placed her hand on her son's cheek. Then she leaned toward him and brought her lips to his.

Chris moaned as their lips mashed together. He felt his mother's tongue on his lips and opened to let it in. Then he pushed her tongue back into her mouth with his. It was her turn to moan as she sucked on it. His hand touched her shoulder, feeling the errant shoulder strap under his fingers. Deftly he pushed it to the side until it slipped down her arm. With that, the right side of her bodice fell, uncovering not only her nipple, but also the entire breast. If Allison knew it, she gave no indication as the kiss went on for a long time.

When they parted, Allison smiled at her son. "Thanks," she said again. Then she sat back in her seat with her breast still uncovered.

Chris wasn't sure if he should tell her or not. Then he decided to just let it alone. He pulled out of the parking lot and onto the main road. As he did, he felt his mother's hand on his thigh. When he looked at her, she was staring forward and there was a contented smile on her face. Then he looked down and saw her exposed breast and excitement rushed through him. For the rest of the trip, Chris could barely keep the car on the road. His eyes were constantly drawn to her mother's partial nudity. He could plainly see her soft white breast highlighted by the streetlights as they passed. Several times, cars pulled up along side of them and he was tempted to tell her. However, his youthful horniness won out.

When they finally pulled into the driveway, Chris got out and opened the door for his mother.

"Oops," Allison said as she got out. "I guess I'm exposing myself," she said as if she hadn't realized it.

"Don't pull it up for me," Chris joked.

"All right," she said and left the breast uncovered as they walked to the house.

Chris was beside himself with excitement now. He didn't know what was going to happen when they got inside, but he was ready to explode.

When they reached the door, Allison turned to Chris and pressed her naked breast to him. "Kiss me," she whispered.

He did, long and hard. His hands wrapped around her back and he pulled her to him. As his mother's tongue entered his mouth, his hands slid down her back until they were on her thinly covered ass cheeks. He paused, waiting for admonishment. What he got was a moan. He squeezed her soft cheeks, confirming that she didn't have panties on. He almost shot his load as he pressed his hard shaft to his mother's stomach.

"We had better get off the porch before someone sees us," Allison said with a giggle.

As Chris opened the door, Allison tripped and they both stumbled into the house.

Allison giggled loudly and leaned against Chris. The she put her finger to her lips and said, "Shhhhh." She giggled again and reached down to take her high heels off. "There. Now I should be able to walk."

Chris was too excited to even answer.