Ever Notice? Ch. 03

An Oedipus County Epic

This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be duplicated. All characters are 18 or over. It's all pretend, folks.



Alice and Tom left as the sun began to set, wrapped up in towels, thanking Christina and Eric profusely. Christina gave Alice another embrace before the other woman left, and went into the house. Eric cleaned the grill, checked the temp on the pool, and puttered around in the backyard. He didn't want to go into the house, not right away. He didn't know what might happen. He wasn't sure what to expect.

Eventually, he couldn't put it off any longer. Eric wandered through the house, but found no sign of his mother, until he came to her bedroom door, which was closed. Feeling simultaneously relieved and disappointed, Eric retired to his own room. The space was relatively spare and bare. Most of his things were still in boxes, only a fraction of what he owned on display at his aunt and uncle's place in North Dakota, and of course none of it had made the trek out west with him.

Still, he had headphones and music. He stretched out on the bed and tried to veg a little listening to music.

Neither Alice nor Tom felt any of the ambivalence that plagued Eric. It was a short drive back to their residence, but Alice insisted on driving. The boy had only drunk two beers, but she wasn't going to let him behind a wheel after that. Even if she would have preferred sitting beside him and nursing on his thick, teenage cock rather than driving herself. Alice compromised by keeping her eyes on the road, one hand on the wheel, and the other caressing her son's massive hard-on through his swim trunks. His hot, hard, young prick jumped and throbbed beneath her palm as she ran her hand up and down its considerable length.

Tom shifted in his seat, going mad with desire. His breath came in quick, sharp gasps, and he thrust his hips up into his mother's hand, urging her movements.

Alice chuckled low in her throat, pulled the car into her driveway, and released her son. Tom groaned. "C'mon Mom, finish me off," he whined.

"Not in the driveway," Alice said. "Besides, Mommy needs your mouth between her legs." She was boiling hot, thinking of what might be happening just down the road between Christina and her young hunk of a son. Alice hopped out of the car and hurried on shaky legs into the house. Tom followed awkwardly after her, adjusting his thick member in order to walk with anything approaching speed.

As soon as she was through the front door, Alice whipped off her towel and threw it aside. Her bikini bottoms whisked down her long golden legs with similar speed. She turned around and stepped back as Tom shut the door behind him. With a sexy, sultry smile Alice settled back onto the third step of the second floor staircase and spread her legs.

"Come kiss your mother," Alice said, beckoning Tom with a curled finger.

Tom grinned hugely. He shucked his shirt off and threw his own towel on the floor beside Alice's. He sank to his knees before her, licking his lips. He left a trail of butterfly kisses along her inner thighs, which made her muscles bunch and jump in anticipation.

Alice moaned as her son gently kissed the little bud of her clitoris. Just lightly, so lightly, but so deliciously. She threw her head back, and her long dark hair fell in silky strands upon the steps. Tom's tongue eased out from between his lips and flicked her button, lightly again, but it felt like an electric jolt to Alice. His tongue slid downward, parting her nether lips, slurping up the copious juices sluicing from her love-wound.

Tom's nose settled into the neatly trimmed patch of fuzz on her pubic mound as his tongue speared her pussy and began to lash its way through her warm, moist, pink folds. His mouth sucked against her. His teeth nipped at her pussy lips. He swirled his tongue, lapped up her juices, and dove again and again into her honeypot.

Alice's hips flexed, pushing her pussy into her son's face. Her fluids coated his lips and chin. Her hands feathered through his short dark hair. She grabbed him by the back of his head and pushed his face into her pussy, hard. Tom gurgled, but his eyes laughed, and his mouth kissed her pussy deeply, thoroughly. He swept his tongue up through her folds and glanced across her love button again. Alice shivered in ecstasy.

He flicked her clit once, twice, three times more. Alice yowled. Tom went back to eating her out, slurping noisily as his tongue swept through her most sensitive, vulnerable areas. He was an artist with that tongue. She had trained him well, and he knew where to drill the tip of his tongue, when to flatten it and where to give her a broad lick, where to twist it and lap at her.

No lover she had ever had could match her son's devotion. She gave birth to him, raised him, and indoctrinated him into the arts of love, and her son's natural love and adoration for his mother had informed his training. He was eager to please, eager to make her happy, make her feel good, because he honestly, truly loved her, in that special way that a son loves his mother. And she rewarded his devotion with her own special skills.

Tom teased her clitoris again, longer this time, and not just with his tongue. The tip of his tongue flicked her clit, but then his lips wrapped around it and he gave a few delicate, playful sucks that had Alice mewling and gripping the back of his head hard enough that she was afraid she'd drew blood. Tom offered no complaint, but he did relent a little, returning to her weeping pussy.

Alice felt her climax fast approaching. His tongue wasn't long enough to reach her g-spot, but that didn't keep Tom from trying, and the stimulation on her clit was plenty. With a subtle push of her fingertips, she indicated what she wanted. Tom's eyes laughed again as he shifted upward once more, and his tongue and teeth and lips murdered her clit. It only took a little bit more stimulation from his talented mouth to set his mother off.

Alice wailed as her orgasm exploded up through her system, like a jolt of pure electricity generated by her clit, washing through her entire system. Head back, lips parted, huge tits wobbling in her bikini top on her chest with nipples hard as diamonds, her long legs wrapped around her son's shoulders, heels pressing hard into his back, hands digging deeply into his skull, Alice came. She came hard. Shaking and shivering in unending ecstasy, as Tom continued to love her with his mouth. A second orgasm followed close on the first, and then a third, or maybe it was all one long, drawn out, exquisite one. It seemed to go on forever.

At last, she could take no more and pushed Tom away. More roughly than she intended, but she had little strength left in her limbs, and she was gasping, eyes unfocused, pussy weeping slick trails down her thighs and staining Tom's chin and cheeks.

He parted Alice's legs and lifted them off his shoulders. He sat back on his haunches, breathing heavily himself. He licked his lips and plucked a pubic hair off his cheek, which made Alice giggle. Tom smiled in response.

When they both had caught their breath, Alice dragged him up her body and kissed him fiercely on the lips, tasting her own tangy flavor. Tom slid his trunks off his hips. His huge cock nudged against her vulnerable pussy, but she couldn't handle having him inside there just yet.

Alice slid down on the staircase. Wordlessly she guided him, urging him to stand. She caught his engorged manhood in her slim fingers and jacked him lightly. Precum leaked from the head, clear and slick and delicious looking. The fluid coated her hands in seconds as she swept up and down his length, using both hands to completely cover him. She rose up a little and adjusted her shoulders, and slid her son's thick cock between her huge, bikini clad tits. He speared her cleavage effortlessly, eased by the slickness of his own precum. Alice released his cock, cupped her tits, and squeezed Tom's thick cock between them.

Tom hissed and gasped and started to fuck her tits, sawing his cock back and forth. Alice's breasts shook with the impact of his thrusts, shivering deliciously within the confines of her red bikini top. Her nipples made hard indents in the small triangles of fabric. She slipped her fingers under the cloth to tweak her own nipples while Tom hammered away at her.

His dripping cockhead emerged from between her tits, first spearing her throat, then colliding with her chin as she altered the angle of her neck. On the next upswing, she had her lips in place, and she kissed his sensitive cockhead. Tom groaned. She knew that sound. He wouldn't last much longer.

"Oh yes, baby," Alice cooed. She urged him on, pausing momentarily to kiss his cockhead as it emerged from her cleavage. "Your big hard cock looks beautiful between Mommy's huge tits. Are your balls full of delicious, salty cum? Are you going to give Mommy a big load? Are you going to paint Mommy's huge tits with your cum? Mommy wants to see her big boy spray his juice all over her."

Tom grunted again. His shoulders bunched. He reached down and put a hand on either tit, crushing them between his hands and tightening her soft, pliant flesh around his thrusting tool.

"Here it comes, Mom," he groaned, thrusting hard. The first jet erupted from his cock as it reached her chin, and the blast arced over her lips and nose, leaving a slimy shining trail across her face. His hips shot backward and the next blast coated the inside of her cleavage in a line all the way up to her neck. Again and again he blasted her in thick creamy spurts of semen, and it pooled and puddled in the hollow of her throat, between her tits, and across her face. He wrenched himself free after a dozen spurts and then aimed his erupting cannon at her bikini clad breasts, leaving shimmering trails across her golden skin, the bikini fabric, and her hands. At last, spent, he pointed his cock at her face and she swallowed the sensitive head between her lips, sucking up the last few dollops of cream and swallowing them.

Tom stepped backward, his chest coated with sweat, breathing heavily, and admired his handiwork. Alice opened one eye, the other glued shut by a wad of pearly white jizz, and looked down at the frosting of spunk across her tits. She licked her lips, tasting his delicious cum, and began to slowly feed it to herself on her fingertips.

"Should have taken a picture," Tom grumbled. "You look so gorgeous covered in my cum."

"Maybe next time, baby," Alice cooed. She swallowed noisily and scooped more cum off her right breast. She eyed her son's cock, slightly drooping but still hard between his legs. "Speaking of which... head up to bed, baby. I'm going to clean off and then you're going to fuck me. Sound like a plan?"

Tom smirked. "Sounds like a plan, Mom."

*

Down the street, Eric had turned the light in his room down, stripped down to his boxers, and slid under the sheets. He still had his headphones on, listening to random songs on his iPod. He didn't hear the knock at his door, and he started when it eased open and his mother poked her head through.

"Are you awake, sweetie-bear?" she asked.

Eric pulled his headphones off and sat up in bed, suddenly aware of his near nudity. "Yeah, I'm up."

"Do you mind if I come in?"

Eric nodded automatically. "Sure, Mom. What's up?"

She glided into the room with a smile. Eric's eyes widened. She had changed into some silky kind of negligee, light blue in color, with a scooped bodice that showed most of her breasts, and a short hemline that barely covered her thighs. Her feet were encased in a kind of high-heeled slipper, which slapped against the bottoms of her feet as she crossed the room. The twin dents at the peak of her tits, and the way they swayed suggestively with each step, proved she wore nothing underneath. Eric found himself wondering if she had any panties on either, as a bead of sweat formed on his brow. Somehow, some way, despite the fact that she had showed more skin at the pool, this was far sexier than the bikini.

Christina stepped purposely towards Eric and settled down on the edge of the bed next to him, one bare thigh bent at his side, slipper half hanging sexily off her foot; the other leg on the floor. She sat up straight, which put Eric's head in line with her huge breasts, and he found himself staring directly into the deep line of her cleavage.

He started to shift, but Christina slid an arm around his shoulders, and he found he couldn't adjust himself without pushing her away. As her large, soft, right breast settled against his shoulder, he found his urge to retreat dwindling.

"I just wanted to check on you, honey," his mother said. "I know things are moving... quickly, around here, and you might be having some strange feelings."

You have no idea, Eric thought. His eyes wandered across the bare slopes of her breasts, admiring the contour of her flesh as it bulged against the fabric of her clothes, and the way that fabric tented at the center of each tit. He wondered what color her nipples were, whether they would be pink like her lips or darker. The skin of her chest began to flush as Eric drank in the sight of her. He felt his own cheeks growing hot, but couldn't look away. He was almost hypnotized by her breathing, and the way her full breasts rose and fell with each indrawn and exhaled breath.

"I just want you to know that these feelings are natural. We've had to be apart for a very long time recently, and for the first time since you were born. We've both grown a little bit in that time, too. You into a very handsome and sexy man, and me, into... well, I think you're aware of what I've become."

Christina's right hand squeezed Eric's shoulder, which had the effect of pushing him slightly towards her, squashing her big boob harder into his other shoulder. Her free hand rose into his eyeline, and she reached between her tits to scratch at an itch with her forefinger, which just set both breasts bouncing.

"I also want you to know that these... natural... feelings... are not unique. I've missed having my sweetie-bear around these past few months, and having you here with me now has awakened something inside me that... well, I'm not sure I can fully control."

She paused. Her hand touched his chin, drawing his eyes finally up into her face. Her blue eyes were wide, innocent. Eric noticed for the first time the blue eyeshadow and faint glimmer of lipstick, as well as the way her loose red hair framed her beautiful face. "Does that scare you, baby?" Christina asked. Her voice was a breathy whisper.

Eric didn't trust himself to speak. He simply nodded.

"That's okay," his mother said. "It scares me a little, too. But I find myself more than a little... excited, too." Her eyes left Eric's, and he followed her gaze. A prodigious bulge tented the sheets between his legs. Eric blushed even more furiously, embarrassed by the raging erection that pushed hard against his covers.

His mother smiled slyly. "I see it excites you a little, too." She placed a finger against his cheek and turned his head back to her. Her lips descended towards his, brushing them lightly. Her hand slid down his bare chest and under the sheet. Her fingers lightly grazed the muscles of his abdomen. Despite himself, Eric felt his cock twitch.

"Do you want Mommy to help you with that?" Christina whispered hotly to him. Eric whimpered. His cock was so hard he felt like it might snap off. Christina's smile broadened. Her hand slid lower.

And then he felt her fingers on the outside of his boxers, tracing the outline of his massive prick. Christina's eyes widened a little. "OH!" she said. "So big for Mommy."

Her slim, warm fingers snaked into the opening of his shorts, and he felt her wrap them around his thickness. His cock jumped again, squirting a dollop of precum that was quickly soaked by his shorts. Working one handed, Christina deftly lifted Eric's hardness out through the opening. Her bare fingers wrapped lightly around his length, stroking him lightly. Eric moaned.

"Does this feel good, sweetie-bear?"

Eric grunted assent. He still couldn't talk. He was amazed that his mother could.

Christina flattened her hand against her son's cock, stretching three fingers along him, her fingertips reaching for the base of his cock. The head of his cock squirted precum into her palm. The spongy head pushed against her hand, almost flattening as Eric thrust his hips against her hand, and his prick into her palm. Christina cooed in Eric's ear. "That's right baby, that's right, just like that."

She pressed expertly against him, exerting light pressure to the sensitive underside of his rampant dick. His precum pooled in her palm, coated her fingers, slickened his thick, hard length. Christina skated her hand downwards, reaching for Eric's full heavy balls. They were bursting with sweet boycream, and Christina wanted to coax every drop free. She rolled his balls between her fingers, caressing them lightly, squeezing gently. Then her hand swept upwards once more, her fingers encircling his thickness. It jerked and bucked in her hand, lively, eager, pulsing with energy.

Eric turned his head, buried it between Christina's breasts. His lips tasted her skin. Her perfume filled his nostrils, sweet and heady. He jerked his hips into his mother's hand, feeling her tighten and relax her grip as her fingers swept up and down his raging hardness.

"Do you like this, sweetie? Do you like Mommy's hand around you, urging you along? Helping you? Are you going to cum, baby? Are you going to give Mommy all that sweet cream?"

Eric groaned into his mother's cleavage as his cock exploded. His huge cock thrashed and bucked and spat its load. The first jet splattered against the sheet and coated his abdomen, but his mother's hand swept up, palm against his cockhead, and each pulse afterward sprayed into her hand. Christina made quiet noises of approval as he came. "Mmmm, so good, baby, so good, just like that, just like that."

When at last he was finished, Eric's mother carefully withdrew her hand. It was painted white, coated with a thick frosting of Eric's cum. It slithered around in her palm as she lifted her hand up. Her eyes widened and she regarded a dazed Eric. "So much, sweetie. Were you backed up, or just excited for Mommy?"

Eric lifted his head from his mother's breasts. "Excited," he managed to gasp out. The smile she gave him made it worthwhile. She kissed him lightly on the lips and then deftly withdrew from the bed. Eric almost fell over as she left him. Somehow, she managed not to spill a drop of his cum, though her fingers and palm were sticky and drippy. It began to slide down her wrist, and she laughed throatily. "I better... get cleaned up," she said. And then licked her lips. "Good night, Eric."

His mother slid out of his room. Eric watched her go, mind spinning, cock already hardening once more, his heart thundering in his chest. "Good night, Mom."

Just before the door closed, he thought he saw her lift her hand to her lips and her long pink tongue dart out to lick.