A Bit on the Side

And then came the guilt. And then came the uncertainty. And then came the doubt.

*

When I arrived at Mom and Gerry's the next morning, my stepfather was in the process of washing his car and I struggled to look him in the eye as we exchanged small talk. Could he sense that I carried his wife's underwear in the pocket of my jacket? Did he suspect I was harboring an illicit desire for his partner, my very own mother? Of course not. But uncomfortable in his presence, when he informed me he was headed off to the auto accessories shop for polish, the news couldn't have been more welcome. "Let your mother know, would you?" He asked before leaving but it slipped from my mind when I saw her from behind.

I'd seen her wear the jeans many a time. White, they hugged her ass perfectly and I was disappointed in myself for not appreciating it before then. More so the rest of her body as she turned to greet me. Not the welcome of separated lovers but the kiss of a mother to her son. The light press of breast to my chest. The inhalation of her perfume as her cheek brushed mine. I had no doubt. I was in love with my mother.

"I'm ready for you," Mom grinned, and for a moment my mind wandered with possibilities before she held up a notepad and pen.

"Oh, yeah," I came back to reality and found the USB I'd prepared with my presentation. "I thought I'd use your TV."

Mom pulled a dining chair to the middle of the living room and took up position before me as I navigated to the USB on the 75inch screen and began the lesson. "So," pointing to the Bitcoin symbol as it appeared on the display. "Bitcoin is a form of cryptocurrency. Hence why I used Bit in the name of my business; A Bit on the Side..."

"Oh," Mom interjected. "You know when you told us, I thought you were opening a dating service."

"I told you what I did," I laughed. "I advise clients on investing in crypto currency." I turned back to the display and pressed forward on the remote to the next screen just as a scrunched-up piece of paper hit me in the back. "What are you doing?" I again chuckled.

"I didn't do it Sir," Mom cheekily replied, butter not melting in her mouth. "Well, it feels like I'm back at school again," she justified her behavior.

I couldn't help smiling at her, turning back to the television. "Let's just get through this before Gerry gets back."

"What?" Mom inquired.

"Gerry. He went out for car polish or something," I explained, realizing I hadn't informed her earlier.

"Why didn't you say something?" Mom rose from her chair, leaving her notepad and pen behind as she headed to the stairs.

"What are you doing?" I asked as she made her way upstairs.

"I'll be right back," was all her response.

She wasn't right back. Frustrated, I switched the input to live TV as I waited, annoyed our time alone was being wasted. But when I heard the click of heels coming back down the staircase about five minutes later, I was ashamed at myself for not showing faith.

This was not my mother. The goddess that slowly, cautiously descended the stairs was something out of a movie. An adult one at that. She'd changed. Gone were the admittedly sexy white jeans, replaced with the shortest of pleated red tartan skirts imaginable. Her black heels sat over opaque white thigh high stockings, the triangle of matching panties hugging her pronounced pussy bulge. The top she wore was see-through, her unsupported breasts bobbing with each step downwards.

If I'd had any shred of doubt there wasn't something incestuous developing between us, it was cast away by her schoolgirl costume. As she once more took up position at her chair, she turned and bent to pick up her notepad, her bare buttocks presented to me, the string of her thong dividing the voluptuous cheeks. And upon turning, so short was the skirt and her pussy now within range, I saw the tuft of pubic hair rising above her miniscule panties. My dick responded.

"Wh... what are you doing?" I managed to question as she sat back in her seat.

"What?" She feigned ignorance before looking down at her body. "Oh, you mean this," she nonchalantly responded, the blush on her cheeks and breast giving away her nervousness. "I just thought it'd be funny. It being like I'm at school and everything."

"So... it's just a joke?" I asked, my eyes trailing down to look at where she'd parted her thighs.

"Um, yeah," she cautiously replied. "What more would there be?"

There was still that barrier. Ridiculous as it was, considering how she was dressed and the obvious erection tenting the front of my pants. We both couldn't bring ourselves to admit we wanted each other and I turned back to the television to somehow continue my presentation. "...So, there are one million bits to a bitcoin," I began before I heard a giggle over my shoulder, turning to see her raise the notepad to her chest, hiding something. "What now?"

"Nothing Sir," she said as I moved towards her.

"Show me," I demanded, playing the role of the teacher she seemed to need me to be.

The picture she had drawn was crude but impressive for the short time it had taken. Not much more than stick figures, one was standing, a huge erection pointing to the sky, whilst the other character in the drawing was knelt before him, awaiting the cum that shot from the cock.

"What is this?" I whispered.

"Nothing," she meekly replied, her chest rising with each breath, the quiet of the house all pervading.

"Stand up Mom," I ordered and she complied.

"Am I in trouble Sir?" With chin down she looked up at me and I moved in a step closer and threw caution to the wind, dropping the notepad and reaching out between her legs to cup her pussy.

Her mouth fell open and a relieved breath released as I pushed against her vulva. The dampness flowed through the satin of her panties and was evidence enough I'd done the right thing but when she leaned up to kiss my lips, her tongue entering my mouth, there was surely now no more doubt. "We both are," I answered her question as we kissed, my tongue dancing with hers, her saliva flowing into my mouth. And then her hands at my fly.

Just like the drawing, she went to her knees as she pulled my cock from my pants. It looked impressive in her small hands, more so when she brought her mouth to its head and kissed. I was already dripping pre-cum and when her lips came away, a trail followed which she greedily licked into her mouth. I wanted to kiss her again. I wanted to taste her, to fuck her, to marry her. But one more moment of doubt remained and I voiced my fear. "Mom," her eyes looked up to mine. "...are you sure?"

Her response was to take the head of my dick in her mouth and I let out a held breath in relief, finally relaxing as my mother began to show her love. And what a performance. She pulled me over her tongue, my cock delving into her throat to feel her involuntarily swallowing, choking herself willingly on my length. And then to release me with a gag. Saliva pouring from her mouth to fall upon her breasts making the already transparent top seemingly nonexistent. Back on my cock as she tugged my shaft. Her hand milking me expertly as she sucked the head. Encouraged, I thrust my hips slowly into the action, fucking her mouth as I cradled her head, her hair like silk between my fingers.

Had I ever received a better blowjob? Never. If I hadn't decided to devote the rest of my life to her before then, I definitely had now. Quicker, her hand moved along my slippery column. Again, pulled me into her throat to once more choke and spit out a mouthful of saliva. It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen. Drool flowing from her mouth, coating and glistening her chin. She moved down to lavish my shaved balls with kisses, taking one in her mouth to suck as she furiously jerked my rock-hard adoration. It was all too much. My goal had been to fuck her. To take her to her bed and fill her with my love. But that love was premature and to be honest, I'd didn't want to prolong its release and longer.

"Oh God," I moaned and she looked up at me knowingly.

"Are you gonna cum?"

"Yess," I sighed and she began to feverishly tug my length, pressing the head to her lips, her chin.

"Are you going to cum on me Darling?" She asked, her mouth opening to reveal her poked out tongue. "Are you gonna cum on Mommy's tongue? In my mouth?"

"Oh, fuck yes," I groaned, the slapping of her hand along my shaft echoing around the marbled room.

"Cum on me," Mom demanded. "Cum on my face son. Show me you love me."

It was the word 'son' that got me. The realization my mother was sucking my cock. She who breastfed me milk. Was it not only right I repaid her with cream?

And then I exploded.

If I was shocked, I could only imagine how she felt. Such was the force, a stream of cum shot up over her face to sail clear over her head. Where it landed, I knew not, nor did I care as I watched jet after jet deluge her face. Her mouth opened to take a load, her tongue dripping with saliva and cum, drooling down onto her boobs. Her chin was plastered. Strands of semen forming a beard, sticky evidence of a particularly messy and satisfying meal as my body shuddered with the delight. The flow of cum easing, she smiled ecstatically, kissing the eye and sucking all remnant from me.

"Oh God," I once more praised and we both laughed, my hand dropping to help her to her feet. She had never looked so beautiful. Chin, nose, even forehead plastered with my love. And in her hair. I raised a hand and found the missing deposit, embedded in her silvery blond locks, once more raising a chuckle from us both. "You're beautiful," I praised her and she even now blushed. "I love you."

The moment should have lasted longer. Forever. But the sound of the front door unlocking brought us both back to Earth. Mom's eyes widened and she was turning and rushing to the staircase just as Gerry announced his return. His eyes fell on me, my cock taken from view milliseconds before. "You're still here," he noted my presence before looking around the open plan room for my mother. "Where's Lydia? Getting ready, I hope. Lydia," he yelled. Her shadow was still at the top of the staircase and I diverted Gerry's eyes with a question just as he turned in her direction.

"Get the polish?"

"Nah, I'll have to take 'her' to the car wash. LYDIA?" Gerry called out and this time Mom answered from upstairs.

"Coming. Just changing," she responded and even I could hear the tension in her voice.

"You have five minutes," Gerry called back, his eyes straying down to the floor and I followed to see a pool of saliva at my feet. "Spill something?"

"Oh! Yeah, water. I'll just get a paper towel. Five minutes for what?" I changed the subject.

"We're lunching at the Fisk's," Gerry divulged his plans with the neighbors. "Lydia didn't mention it?"

"It slipped my mind," Mom's voice came from the top of the staircase and both Gerry and I turned to see her return. As if from heaven, an angel descended the stairs. She wore the pink and white dress from the night before, no stockings and the highest of heels. She was stunning. She was sexy. And she was my mother.

Amazingly, somehow, Gerry turned away, not even commenting on how beautiful she looked as she approached. "I'll get that paper towel," he declared, marching past me toward the kitchen. It gave us a moment alone together once more and I was quick to declare my feelings on her appearance.

"You look beautiful," I whispered. As beautiful as when she was showered with my cum? There was a debate to be had, but stunning nonetheless.

Gerry returned and dropped to the floor to clean up the drooled saliva and Mom's eyes widened with horror, easing somewhat when I shook my head to signal no reason for concern.

"You finish your training?" Gerry stood, scrunching the soaked paper towel.

"I think I'm starting to get the grip of it," Mom answered, smiling.

I didn't want to leave. A large part of me was hoping I'd be invited to their lunch. Mom the one to destroy my aspiration, telling me she'd see me Monday morning at work. A day and a half away. I wanted to spend every moment with her. I was feeling like a teenager again. Discovering love and all the emotion that came with it, the good and the bad. With pouted lip I accepted our separation and as we all headed out the front door together, with Gerry a step ahead, she gave me something to remember her by.

Her hand brushed mine and lingered and thinking she wished to hold my own I opened my grip only for it to be filled by something soft and delicate. "Now you've got two pairs," she whispered as she leaned into my cheek before we headed to our respective cars. Only when I was alone did I open my palm and inspect the white satin thong she'd worn under her school dress. I added it to my collection in my jacket pocket.

*

Sunday was excruciating. There was no reason I couldn't head around to her house but she'd definitely stated we'd next see each other at work, and another visit would surely raise the suspicions of Gerry. Why it should I didn't know? We were mother and son. No one would imagine we were in the beginnings of an incestuous relationship, least of all Gerry. But what if he did? Had he not looked at me suspiciously when we entered our cars? Had he possibly seen Mom hand me her panties? Come to the realization what he'd cleaned up almost cuck-like was the remnants of a head-job, not a spilled drink? And so what if he had? Surely, I had as much right to be with Mom as he, if not more. I'd loved her longer.

I put it out of mind. Though not her. She was foremost. And Monday I vowed to prove it.

*

I was there when she arrived; early as per usual. Rising from my desk I greeted her at the front door of the office and our kiss was... not what I'd expected. I imagined unrestrained passion on our meeting. The possibility of an impromptu fuck upon my desk. Not the turned cheek and seeming reticence to admit her feelings. Her eyes brightened however when they alighted on the robin egg blue of the small Tiffany box upon her desk.

"What's that?" She turned back to me and it was then I noticed she wore the tight tan pants from nights before. The supposedly ripped tan pants.

"Just something to wear around the office," I smirked. "We'll claim them."

She had the box open and her reaction to the diamond earrings was as I'd hoped.

"I love them," she declared, rushing to the mirrored far wall of the office to admire herself as she threaded them through her ears. The jacket she wore covered her rear and I approached from behind to wrap my arms around her body.

"I love you," I kissed the side of her head and she turned in my arms.

"Can we do this?" She looked up into my eyes and there was worry in them, trouble. Not the carefree sex machine I'd been with Saturday morning. My answer came with my erection pushed into her belly and she released a held breath, almost trembling. "But what about Gerry?"

"Gerry who?" I whispered as I found her accepting mouth and her tongue eagerly met mine, my hands delving into her jacket to caress the satin top, down onto her ass.

"Wait," she pulled back and again I expected reticence, her face however conveyed mischief and my fears were allayed. "I've done something silly and I don't know how you'll react."

The words weren't expected and I was now genuinely curious, smiling. "What?"

"I don't want you to think me stupid," she blushed and I assured her I could never. "It's about my pants," she went on. Now I was fascinated.

"Yeah, you fixed them, right?"

"Well," she began to lower her long jacket off her shoulders. "Kind of."

Breaking from my arms, she turned as the jacket dropped below her back to reveal her bottom, the tight pants hermetically cupping her buttocks. Just how she'd 'fixed' them was immediately recognizable. An opening had been created along the seam, stitched to prevent further tearing. It left the lower part of her ass crack completely exposed, Mom further emphasizing the fact as she leaned forward to display her wares, balancing upon the edge of the office couch.

"Jesus!" I exclaimed as her asshole and clearly slick vulva came into view. "You came on the bus like that?"

"See, I knew you'd think me silly," she said.

"No!" I refuted. "No way. It's the hottest thing I've ever seen." Confirming the fact by dropping to my knees behind her and taking her hips in hand, directing her ass back onto my face to plant a kiss.

"Oh, yes," she hummed from above as my lips met her dripping labia, coming away wet from the kiss.

"You like that Mom?" I asked, fully knowing the answer.

"Yes Darling," she sighed as again I pressed my lips to her slit, nibbling down along her labia to her clit. And then the moaning as I encircled her button, my nose buried in her sex. "I knew..." she cryptically began, pausing as she enjoyed my tongue delving into her vagina. "I could see it in your eyes when I was in the shower," she chose now to reveal the catalyst of our incestuous coming together.

"You looked beautiful," I took a moment to declare, quickly pushing my face back into her sex, my nose in her asshole.

"So long..." she struggled to communicate as I focused again on her clit, my out of form jaw beginning to ache with the endeavor. "So many years I've waited for this Baby," she amazingly admitted, her legs buckling, her body dropping down onto the couch proper. I went with her, my mouth not leaving my mother's cunt for a second, focused on her pleasure yet captivated by her story. "Touching myself as I thought of you. Wanting you..." her ass began grinding against my face, smearing her vulva all over my nose and mouth. "...inside me," she just managed to voice as an unrestrained moan leapt from her.

The realization I was giving my mother an orgasm was eclipsed by the revelation she had fantasized about me for years. Why had she never said anything? Never even hinted at her feelings as far as I could tell. Those matters would have to wait as I greedily lapped up the excess juice that flowed from her pussy, her body shuddering as she came in my face.

"Oh Baby," she eventually pulled her ass from my clutch, quick to find my mouth with hers and kiss the traces of her ejaculate from my lips, my chin. "Can you fuck me now?" she groaned, falling back onto the couch and raising her legs, the hole in her pants perfectly framing her vagina. I had my cock through my fly immediately, falling upon her, sliding myself into her warm wet embrace. Perfectly suited was her vagina for my penis. Of course, it was. She was my mother. We were made for each other. The perfect union. With my pelvis meeting hers, I lingered as our mouths locked. Then the full withdrawal and repeat of our coupling. Her velvety grasp so comforting, so loving. And then came a knock on the office door.

Mom's eyes opened wide. "Your nine 'o clock!"

I wanted to keep going, to fuck her to conclusion, but the knock came again and reluctantly I pulled out, my ridiculously hard cock slick and glistening, a struggle to fit back inside my pants. Mom rose and regained her composure as I walked the few short paces to the door and greeted my client.

For twenty minutes I remained hard. The occasional and completely unprofessional rub of my cock beneath my desk as I watched my mother over Miles Bradley's shoulder. She played up to it. Bent forward over her desk to reveal her ass. A flash of her breasts before she came in to hand me a folder, standing beside my chair as she small talked with Miles, allowing my hand to creep up her thigh from behind and my fingers to enter her body. All unaware to the third party.

The minute he was gone, I was on her. Pushed over her desk and in full view of anyone who happened by. The bizarre feeling of our fully clothed bodies against each other yet still able to be connected at the sex. All women's pants should be designed this way I decided as I fucked my mother from behind. The convenience. It just made sense. The desk moved as I thrust, inching its way slowly across the floor with our lovemaking before I needed to look her in the eyes once more for when the inevitable happened.