Aaron, Cum For Me

Carefully, so as not to arouse her suspicion, he adjusted his legs to hide his arousal.

"Jesus, Aaron, I miss it," she continued unaware, "I hated it, and I miss it so damn much. All my muscles straining. My thighs, squeezing together as I squirmed in my chair. God it was so exhilarating! So naughty! So..." Her trembling lips shook with a sharp intake of air, reliving past passions as her inner thighs began to moisten.

Suddenly, her eyes grew wide. "Oh God, Aaron." Her gaze shifted to her son. "Oh baby, I'm sorry. Jesus, I'm sorry. I kinda' lost control."

Aaron just stared at her in amazement. "... It's... cool." He managed without blinking.

They looked to each other, smiles softly growing at the corners of their mouths. Eyes began to sparkle, and then the laughter ensued. Deep, guttural fits gripped them both until their eyes watered and cheeks burned.

"Honey, I'm sorry," Claire finally managed. She held her forehead.

"No worries, Mom. It's fine," Aaron said. "I read your stories, remember? Some of those were beyond graphic." He laughed. "But don't get me wrong, though; that was pretty intense."

Claire couldn't help but spot his bulge, hidden in his pants. "I guess so," she laughed, blatantly staring down at his crotch.

"Mom!" Aaron cried as he grabbed a pillow and covered his lap.

"I can't help it," she defended, pointing to her hard nipples. "I'm pretty damn randy too Honey, and you and your bulge aren't helping."

"Mom, come on! I'm your son!"

Claire laughed. "Trust me, Baby, I know. If it wasn't for that, I'd already have that cock in my mouth."

"Oh my god!" said Aaron as the thought filled his head. Instantly his throbbing member pulsed, thoroughly pleased with the idea. "Okay, subject change."

"Why?" she asked gleefully. "Did I cross the line? Too naughty for you?"

"No," he fidgeted. "Well, maybe. I'm not really sure, I'm pretty buzzed."

Claire giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. "It was a little naughty, wasn't it? Sorry. I shouldn't have said that." She attempted to compose herself as she reached out, placing her hand on his knee. "I promise I won't suck your cock."

"Mom!" He cried, his face flushing once more. The thought of her running her lips along his shaft flashed in his head once again.

"Oh baby, I'm so sorry!" She pulled her hand back, "I'm, ah... I think I'm a little bit past buzzed, myself." She shivered. "All this talk sucked me right back in. I've always been a bit wild with wine, but when you've been without company for as long as I have..." She smiled to herself, tears threatened to well up in her dark amber eyes. She took a deep breath, shaking it off. "I need another glass, you want one?"

Aaron handed her his saying "Didn't you just say...?"

"Yes I did," Claire interrupted, "But sometimes, I just don't care. You don't mind, do you?"

"No," he said as he watched her walk away, admiring her strength, yet saddened by her lonesome longing. "... And I thought I had it bad," he whispered to himself.

"What was that?" she asked while twisting the corkscrew.

"I just said... I thought I had it rough. I've been consciously avoiding relationships while I'm going to school and that hasn't been easy. But in comparison, it's only been like six months for me."

Claire gripped the bottle's neck tightly, stopping in thought. "You've only been here just under two, though. How has school affected that?"

"Didn't say I avoided them before I came here. I'm just choosing to now."

Claire turned, facing him. "But what about before that?"

Aaron shrugged. "Wish I knew. I tried, but nothing ever happened. I guess no one was interested." He leaned back in the couch, tilting his head so as to see his mother.

Claire looked at her son, with proud yet equally saddened eyes. "I don't know what they were thinking. You, my dear, are a fine catch if I say so myself. Smart, witty, and, if this isn't crossing the line, sexy." She winked at him.

Aaron couldn't help but smile. "I'm gonna' add that to the list of things I never expected my mother to say, but thanks Mom. That goes both ways."

"Ha!" Claire laughed turning and pulling the cork from the bottle with a POP.

"I'm serious!" Aaron said.

"Right," she said, pouring the first glass. "Repeating my compliment. Classy boy."

"Well, maybe you be beat me to it." He couldn't help but eye her smooth legs approvingly. From her cute bare feet to the back of her knees to where her thighs began disappearing under a black cotton skirt.

"So," she began as she poured the second, "You think I'm smart... and witty."

"You bet." He watched her curls dance upon her shoulders.

She turned to him, re-corking the bottle and raising an eyebrow. "... And sexy?"

He looked deep into her eyes. "Definitely."

"Really," she said as she set the bottle down. "Well then, Aaron..." She began to walk back into the living room with a little sway in her hips and a glass in each hand, "...What, if I may ask, do you find sexy about me?" She handed him a glass, but remained standing; one hand on her hip, a wicked smile on her lips.

"I could ask you the same thing," he said.

"But you didn't," she toyed. "Come on. Tell me."

Aaron began to take her in. "You really want me to?"

She held her pose. "Yes."

He took a deep breath. "Okay." His eyes roamed her body as she stood above him. His blood began to thunder through his veins once more.

"So it's something purely physical, huh?" she asked enjoying herself.

"That is part of it," he said.

She raised an eyebrow, "I bet it's a big part."

Aaron shook his head, laughing. He tried to compose himself. "Alright," he said. "Where will you like me to start?"

"Hmmm..." she pondered playfully. "Well seeing as how you're always sneaking peeks at me - what do you think is my best feature?"

"Okay, if I had to choose..." Aaron's hard-on once more pressed defiantly against his pants, only this time, he did nothing to cover it -- his attention being gripped elsewhere. "This one's tough."

"Come on, Baby," Claire encouraged her son as she stared at his hidden erection. "Momma works hard for this body."

His eyes traveled over her as she offered herself for this visual assessment; her nipples once again thrusting against her blouse. Her skin grew tight; her thighs rubbing together with the slightest of movements as juices surged to her sex. She had to concentrate with all her might to keep her body from trembling.

"Alright. Honestly, your... butt," he finally admitted.

Claire raised an eyebrow, slightly unprepared. "Really?" she said briefly looking over her shoulder. "You like my ass?"

Aaron nodded; cheeks flushing red. "Okay, yes, your ass. It's one of the best I've seen."

"Really?" she said again. "I would have thought it would be my tits," She rolled her shoulders forward, pressing her breasts together.

Aaron's cock throbbed as he stared at her, missing nothing. "Those... those are amazing too..."

"... But you like my ass better?" she finished for him.

Aaron nodded. His eyes traveled back down, passing slowly over each button. They stopped at her black skirt, the skirt that concealed her moistening privates and her magnificent backside.

"You sure?" she asked while turning around. "This?" She asked as she leaned over slightly, presenting her firm, round backside to her son. The skirt's fabric clung more tightly to her shape than before, leaving little left to imagine as it struggled to contain her form. "This is what you like?"

Aaron nodded, breathless and stunned. His body burned; filled with a devilish wanting. He had to keep reminding himself it was his own mother, his flesh and blood before him. Yet each time he thought it, he began to breath even harder. The taboo was intoxicating; this new territory they had stumbled upon. Each time he told himself 'No', he found his yearning for her grow. He wanted nothing more than to reach his arms around her and hold her tightly against him. Feel her heat. Taste her skin. Fill her desires. His mother had become his temptress.

"Meet your approval?" she whispered to him, her voice raspy.

"Of course," he breathed, noting the absence of a panty-line. "I never thought you'd be the type to wear a thong."

She looked deeply into his eyes with a coy smile curling her lips. "I don't wear thongs."

Aaron's face lost all expression. His heart pumped fiercely as his hand gripped his thigh tightly. His cock screamed for release in his tight jeans.

"You want to see, don't you?" she taunted him, unknowingly biting her lip. Her hand lowered to the hem of her skirt and gripped it, just above the knee.

"Mom," Aaron whispered.

She toyed with him like a cat would a mouse. "You do, don't you," she purred. "You want to see what Mommy's wearing? Or do you want to see what Mommy isn't wearing?" She pulled the skirt higher to her mid-thigh.

Aaron's heart pounded; his mouth dry and agape. He searched for words, but found none. He was held captive; all willpower shredded and gone. He was hers completely.

Claire squeezed the small bundle of fabric she held in her hand, biting her lip. She could sense his desire. She'd been watching his wall gradually crumble all night long, paying no attention to the fact he was only mirroring her own passions. Her body was screaming for attention: to be caressed and touched and teased and loved in the most carnal of ways. Here she had her son, seduced and more than willing to fulfill this forbidden lust. It made her skin tingle. She felt her sex quiver and realized this had gone way too far already.

"I bet you do," she smiled; her devilish grin returning as her hand stopped. Slowly, she exhaled. "I'm sorry," she said as she straightened, eyeing his crotch. "I wish I could show you, but..." she whispered shivering at the thought of what she wished.

Aaron blinked, broken and confused as Claire suddenly regained control of her body's fever.

"...W-What?" he stammered, leaning forward.

She fanned herself with her free hand. "Woo" she said, catching her breath, "Well now, that was... something."

Aaron was dumbfounded. His mouth quivered, shocked. "Yeah," was all he could manage as he shifted in his seat as vulnerable as a child. He adjusted his glasses and tried to readjust his still throbbing cock so it lay flat against the zipper.

Claire smiled. "I think I'm gonna' call it a night," she said while leaning in close to her son. "Gotta' take care of my own. Have fun with yours," she winked as she flicked her hand against his bulging crotch. She laughed, gave him a quick peck on the cheek, then flew down the hall to her bedroom leaving Aaron alone once more, only this time, in a new kind of crisis.

This time, when Aaron hit the sheets, he was completely aware of his mother's cries of ecstasy. They bounced off the walls of the hallway, creeping around their doors, both left ajar. He could hear each and every moan, pant, and groan. Her words filled his ears and fueled his own carnal movements.

His hand would slide over his cock as he heard her moan from twisting her nipples. He'd grip the base tightly when she'd plunge her fingers deep. When he heard her cry "Aaron," he responded with "Mom."

On her bed, in the master bedroom, Claire's breasts were finally free and heaving. Her lips wrapped around her pinky, nibbling on the finger as she rubbed her clit. Strands of hair matted her face as she clenched her eyes shut, moving her fingers further down, teasing her soaking lips. Spreading and circling. Pinching and pumping. She was growing close.

Yet not as close as Aaron. He gripped the sheets tightly, his hand wrapped around his meat, holding it firm and strong. His muscles strained as he gritted his teeth in overwhelming pleasure. Using only pre-cum for lube, he beat down on his tool. pulling and flexing. Twisting and thrusting. He could feel the gates opening. Nerves on end and senses overloaded when he cried out, "Oh God, Mom! I'm cumming!" in pure unadulterated rapture, shooting arc after arc of cum from his fisted cock.

Hearing her son call to her upon his climax pushed Claire over the edge. Her eyes snapped open with realization of the taboo and instantly ignited her own orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure washed through her, each more powerful then the next. It was so wrong, so naughty, so wicked, but nothing had ever felt so good. These thoughts danced through Claire's mind as she collapsed onto the mattress, fighting for breath.

"So wrong, so wrong, so wrong..." was all she mumbled as she drifted into a deep sleep, her fingers still pressed deep inside her womb.

The sun's rays stung Aaron's eyes the following morning. He awoke in a groggy haze, somewhat unsure if the events of the previous night had actually taken place. They seemed so surreal and extreme. Did it really happen? Had he really thought of her like that? Did she think of him that way? What would have happened had she not suddenly stopped?

A warm shiver ran through his body as Aaron considered the possibilities, yet quickly shook them from his mind. He slipped his glasses on, blinking away the sleep, and ran his fingers through his hair. Down below, however, his morning wood called for attention.

"You're going to get me in trouble, you know that?" Aaron said to himself, or his little self as was the case. He grabbed a pair of sweats, threw them on and left his room shirtless.

As he came downstairs, Claire was already busy typing away on her laptop in the den. The moment he walked by she straightened.

"Morning," she called after him, "Coffee's ready."

Aaron grunted in thanks as he fumbled for a mug in the kitchen. As he poured, Claire sauntered in wearing matching pajama bottoms and top. Tartan in print, but a couple sizes too big for her. She stood at the island of the kitchen, leaning against it as she watched her son.

"How you feeling'?" she asked as he blew on his steaming coffee.

Aaron took a slurp. "Like my skull's in a vice."

"Hung-over?"

"Feel's like it," he said taking a seat on a stool at the counter.

"Too bad you didn't get more of my genes. Never had one." Her chirpiness would validate that statement.

Aaron glared at her. "Yeah, too bad." He eyed her morning wear. "Are those men's pajamas?"

Claire looked down. "These? Yup."

Aaron raised an eyebrow. "Why are you wearing men's pajamas?"

"Oh, I got into the habit of it when your father was around. I found them comforting."

Aaron shrugged. "Too each his own, I guess."

"Yeah," She said.

They both held their places, neither looking at the other. Aaron blowing on his coffee, and Claire staring at her nails. The same thing was on each of their minds.

Finally, Claire was the one to put it forward.

"Look, Aaron. I've got to get this off my chest..." She took a deep breath and looked up at her son. "I know I went a little far last night. I behaved... inappropriately. Especially in regard to how a mom should behave with and around her son. It's been difficult for me being in a fantasy world where I have to think of nothing but sex-sex-sex all the time; and then, you come home, and finally I have a man who cares for me, listens to me, and showers me with loving affection; and I get all wound up, now more than ever. It's just so..." She gripped the air in tight fist as she growled out her frustration.

Aaron allowed her a moment to regain her calm.

"Honey," she continued, "Last night, I... I'm sorry. I woke up this morning and I've never been so embarrassed. I mean, how many mothers are openly sexual with their sons? How many sons know what their mothers look like or behave when they're soaking wet and horny?"

"Mom..." Aaron began.

"Shit!" cried Claire, "I did it again! You see what I mean? I keep stumbling way over the line."

"No, Mom, that's not it," he said. "I... I actually don't mind it. You're not the first woman I've seen like that."

"But you shouldn't see me like that. It's just not proper."

"When the hell have you been one for being proper?"

Claire stepped back, "That... Jesus I'm so confused."

Aaron stepped forward, "Look, I know it sounds weird, but I'm okay with it. It reminds me that you and I aren't that different. We're both adults and that's what happens sometimes."

She raised an eyebrow at her son. "Are you giving me a lesson on life?"

Aaron shrugged, "I guess I am." He laughed, "Hell, at least I know who I get my overly charged sex drive from."

Claire too chuckled. "That would definitely be me." Her smile faded, embarrassment still lying just under the surface. "I hope you don't think less of me."

"Mom, how could I?"

"Aaron-."

"-Let me finish." he said.

She relented.

"I don't think less of you because last night... Last night we both were ready to go. If there is blame to be placed, it's both of us, not one or the other, but you and me. Technically, you have it a little better because you were the one with the voice of reason. I didn't stop it, you did." He looked her deep in her eyes. "I know you have needs, Mom. And I wish that you would have started dating, maybe that would have calmed some fires, but I'll respect your choice not to. I really hope you get back out there because you have no idea what you have available. If mankind knew you as I now do, you would have more guys lining up for you than free beer at Nascar."

She laughed, her smile lighting the room.

"Mom," he continued, "You are a catch. And, yes, sure, I may be out of sorts due to a late night of drinking, but I still think you are a smart and sexy lass. You could ask me tonight, or tomorrow, or whenever and I'll still say the same thing. You are a damn fine catch."

Claire looked to her son proudly. "Thank you, Aaron. Same to you."

Aaron smirked. "Repeating my compliment. Classy."

"You ass," she laughed as she smacked him across the shoulder. Her demeanor had indeed lightened. Moments ago she had carried the weight of the world on her shoulders and now, she held herself at ease. It warmed her son's heart.

"So Mom," he said, "Did I see you typing?"

"What? Oh yes!" Claire beamed. "I don't know what happened but I just woke up this morning, sat down, and it was like you couldn't pry my fingers away with the Jaws of Life."

"Anything promising?"

"Still tentative right now, and kinda' faulty, so I don't' want to show you quite yet. Maybe this evening. I'd love it if you could give it a quick read."

Aaron smiled. "You got it," he said. "How much is there?"

"Not sure yet but I've got just under three-hundred ready to print," she exclaimed with sheer giddiness.

"Three-hundred?" Aaron asked.

Claire nodded.

"Okay," Aaron said reluctantly. "Print it out and I'll give it a once over."

"Great! I really appreciate it. There's more riding on this than that rest." She said.

Aaron paused, contemplating her last words. "What was that?"

"Hmmm?" she said, looking up. "I thought I told you?"

Aaron stared at her perplexed. "Told me what?"

"This one's my last," she said.

"Really?"

Claire nodded.

"You're retiring?" he asked.

"Maybe," she shrugged. "This series is at least. I'm at the end of my contract. I've made enough on it to publish my work myself, but I wanted to end this story with a bang! Something different than before, but one that still lingers. Something that stays with you in such a way it rekindles that flame every time you think about it."

Aaron blinked. "That would be a challenge."

"Tell me about it. That's what's been stressing me out so much. That amongst other things. The more stressed I get, the more it takes for me to overcome it with my... inspiration."

"Inspiration, huh?" Aaron said deep in thought. One could almost watch the wheels turning in his head. "So when you were writing just now; was this good stuff?"