Ever Notice? Ch. 05

Eric growled again in affirmation. Christina brushed the hair out of his eyes. "I love you," she said, and let go of his cock.

Eric found his voice. "Love you," he grunted, as his raging dick sank into his mother's heated depths. His prick scythed through her folds, driving down and forward, and she opened up for him. Both of them cried out as his balls slapped against her ass. In one thrust he had driven himself all the way into his mother. He felt something smooshing against the head of his cock, almost flattening it, and instinctively he knew he was deep indeed.

Christina gripped her son's arms. Her thighs came up to wrap around his waist, her heels tightening against his rock-hard ass.

The two of them clung together for long moments, staring deeply into one another's eyes, just enjoying the sensations. Eric reveled in the heat and moisture of his mother's most intimate space, how her inner muscles caressed and tightened around him. Christina felt full, packed tight with cock, one of the biggest and most perfect she had ever taken, and the fact that it was her own son inside her gave her a special, illicit thrill. She knew that Alice had been right. There is no feeling like having your own child between your thighs, driving himself deep inside you.

Eric broke the spell, unable to contain himself any longer. He began withdrawing and thrusting into his mother, again and again. Short strokes at first, then longer as he found his footing on the sofa. He withdrew until only the thick mushroom head of his cock remained tightly held by his mother's pussy lips, then drove forward savagely into her. Christina mewed and moaned with every jab, lifting her hips to meet her son's wild, powerful thrusts.

The broad head of his cock dragged across her g-spot each time he slammed into her, and her first orgasm was not long in coming. Her body shook, breasts bouncing wildly, her head thrown back, short red hair matted with sweat, mouth open, voice howling in pleasure and release as her son plundered her pussy with his massive organ.

Eric grunted each time he hammered home, especially as his cockhead flattened against her inner walls. He hunched over his mother, hooking one of her knees over his shoulder so he could get better access, and slammed again and again into her. His crotch was soaked with her fluids, his pubic hair matted with his mother's dew, while her enflamed lips glistened with their combined juices.

The sofa wasn't the most comfortable place for his first fuck, but it was long and broad enough to work. Their limbs tangled together, and once or twice they had to pause and reposition, but Eric's turgid dick never completely left its home inside his mother's steaming gash.

Her second orgasm crested only a few minutes after the first, and she thrashed beneath him again, a little more weakly this time. Her eyes seemed to deepen to a darker blue, and she looked at him with a lust glazed, half-lidded expression. "You're fucking Mommy, sweetie-bear," she said triumphantly, "and you're making her cum over and over."

Eric grunted in affirmation. Having jetted a load down her throat only a little while ago, he knew he could hold off for a little while. He just wanted to enjoy this moment, the feelings, the tastes, the smells, the sounds of passion. Her soft, feminine, matronly body beneath him, yielding but firm. Her hips rising to meet him. Her huge, delicious breasts shaking every time he bottomed out within her. Her tongue, lolling in her full-lipped, sensuous mouth. The heat around his dick, the way it sliced through her moist folds easily, hungrily, the way she welcomed his intrusion over and over again. How her inner muscles squeezed and kneaded him expertly, urging him along.

His mother roared in ecstasy once more, throwing one leg out and bouncing her bare foot upon the floor. "Jesus God, my son," she moaned. "Can't believe how many... so good... so big and hard for Mommy, making Mommy feel so special and loved... holy fuck... touching places no one else has ever touched... you were here before, baby, inside Mommy..." she trailed off, eyes rolling back, as another tremendous orgasm thundered through her lush frame. She babbled incoherently for several seconds.

Christina grabbed Eric by the cheeks and dragged his lips to hers, kissing him brutally on the lips. Her tongue darted into his mouth and wrestled with his while his cock hammered into her over and over.

He felt his own climax approaching and wanted to get her off at least once more. Somehow he found his voice, though it sounded raw and ragged even to his own ears.

"Mom," he gasped, "I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe I'm fucking you. This is so... so... awesome." He trailed off, knowing the words were lame, unable to convey the emotion that swelled in his chest, the love and lust he had for his beautiful mother. How could mere words express that? But she smiled and thanked him with a light kiss on the lips.

She shivered beneath him. "Oh sweetie-bear, you've been so good to Mommy, making her cum so many times. I can feel another one building, baby. I want you to come with me this time. Can you do that for Mommy?"

Eric nodded. Then a sudden thought. "Mom, what about protection?"

She smiled, which pulled into a kind of lustful grimace as a shiver ran through her. "Let me worry about that. I want to feel you inside me. I want you cumming inside me. I want you to pump me full of your cum. I want -"

But she was cut off as Eric suddenly erupted. He hammered home, deep as he could go, and his cock actually seemed to swell inside her, expanding further. Her pussy constricted around him. He felt those wonderful stirrings at the base of his cock as his balls bounced against her ass, and then the cum was rocketing up his thick tube. His cock shuddered and shook and throbbed and bucked deep inside her, and a torrent of pearly white jism flooded his mother's womb. He came and came, thick streamers of seed spiraling from his angry cockhead, painting her insides white. So much pumped out of him that it coated her pussy lips and began to leak out of her, dripping down her thighs and his cock, even as he continued to fire off inside her.

Christina was triggered by her son's eruption, the big one going off within her as soon as she felt her insides splattered with his hot, delicious semen. Her toes curled. Her fingers tightened on his shoulders, hard enough to draw blood. Her head fell back, her mouth open, a wordless cry of passion ululating from her full red lips. She felt a boundless energy exploding through her body, radiating out from her abused pussy, washing through her abdomen, her limbs and extremities. She twitched and shuddered as if dancing on a live wire, as one of the biggest orgasms of her life claimed her.

At last, spent, mother and son collapsed together on the sofa. Eric was still deeply imbedded in his mother, his cock still semi-hard, but aching. His balls felt empty. He took deep, shuddering breaths. Christina lay limp beneath him, almost senseless.

Slowly they came back to themselves. Christina opened her eyes. Eric was looking at her, an unreadable expression on his face.

"Hi," she said.

He swallowed. "Hi." He seemed bashful suddenly, despite what they'd just done, and the fact that his still twitching cock lay within her.

"That was... that was something else, sweetie-bear," Christina said.

"Yeah," Eric agreed.

She smiled. "That was your first time, so you've got nothing to compare it to, but let me tell you, that kind of connection doesn't happen very often. No one has ever made me feel like that before, Eric. No one."

He blushed suddenly, looking away, but she caught his chin in her fingers and turned him back to look at her. "No one," she repeated.

"Um, thanks," Eric said.

"I should be thanking you," Christina said. "I'm trying to thank you. You make me feel so beautiful, wanted, desired. I want you to know how much that means to me. I want you to know how much I've missed you, these last few months. And I hope you don't hate me for the unconventional way I've tried to express all that."

Eric shook his head. "I could never hate you, Mom. I've missed you too. It's tough getting used to the way things are." He blushed again. "I like spending time with you. And I like... I like doing this stuff with you."

Christina opened her eyes wide as she felt Eric's softening cock begin to lengthen and harden within her. "I can see that," she said. "That makes me so happy, baby." She embraced him, showering his face with kisses like she did when he was little. Eric laughed, just like he used to, and kissed her back on the lips. His tongue dipped inside her mouth, which was different, but not unwelcome, and his mother kissed him back.

Slowly at first but with growing urgency, Eric began to thrust his hips again. His hardening cock grew harder with each thrust, until he was an iron bar once more. Christina moaned into his mouth as he sloshed around in her soaking, cum-filled pussy.

She pushed him away gently. "Let's try something else," she suggested. Eric shrugged and agreed. She maneuvered him easily, getting him to sit on the center cushion of the sofa. She felt his sperm dripping out of her ravaged pussy as she stood up and straddled him, but since Eric didn't seem to mind, she didn't care either. The sofa would be stained, but she would either get a new one, or keep this one as a memento. She would decide later. Now, she needed to fuck her son.

Christina spread her weeping pussy lips and straddled her son. More semen dripped from her hole. A long string dribbled out straight down, anointing Eric's towering cock. He made a face, but it disappeared as Christina sank downwards and engulfed him. Now it was Christina's turn to fuck Eric. She controlled the pace, and she rode him expertly, shifting and adjusting herself on his pole to allow his rampant monster to tease all of her most sensitive places. Her pussy made sucking squelching noises as she rode him.

It was slower this time, more leisurely, neither of them particularly desperate to get off after their first encounter. Still, Christina managed to get a few small orgasms off before she coaxed another load of creamy delight from her son. His cannon fired his potent sperm with all the same force as his previous explosion, dousing her insides in another torrent of thick, viscous fluid.

Finally she stood up on shaky legs. Both of them were covered in sweat and other fluids. Two thick loads of sperm dripped down Christina's thighs. While Eric watched, breathing heavily, still recovering, Christina dipped a finger and traced it along her left thigh, gathering a long stream of cum. She brought it to her lips, and let her finger sink between them to the second knuckle, sucking the delicious cum into her mouth noisily.

Eric's flagging cock began to regain strength.

Christina laughed, delighted. It was just like Alice said. Better, even. "C'mon," she said. "Let's go take a shower, get cleaned up, and then Mommy will see what she can do about getting that gorgeous cock of yours to stay down."

"I don't think it ever will go down, not if you keep acting like that, Mom," Eric said. He surprised her by leaning over, scooping up a trail of his own cum with on of his fingers and then feeding it to her himself. As she sucked greedily on his digit, she reached out to grasp his slick, sticky dick and felt it getting harder and harder in her palm.

"Mmmm," she cooed around his digit. "If you keep that up, we won't make it to the shower."

Eric grinned. "I never said I wanted a shower."

"Naughty boy," she said. She gave his erection a playful slap that sent it bobbing between his legs. She slid out of his arms. He watched her retreat, admiring her beautiful, curvy body.

Eric suddenly sprang up and rushed towards Christina. She shrieked, surprised, but still managed to twist away before he could grab her. Laughing, she sped out of the living room and up the stairs, breasts bouncing and ass flexing. Eric followed close behind, letting her keep her lead. He could easily have caught her, wrapped in her arms, and taken her, but he liked watching her move. He loved hearing her laugh. His mother hadn't laughed like that in a long, long time. If ever. It made his heart heavy somehow to hear it. But he smiled widely all the same.

*

Tom left Xybochem, shooed away by his mother, and stopped at a roadside café for a quick hamburger and shake. He biked his way back to the neighborhood, taking his time because most of the way was uphill. That made the trip to his mom's office quicker, but the return was longer. He really wished she would just buy him a car – or let him get a job, so he could earn enough to buy one himself.

Most of the time he enjoyed being a kept man. He got all the video games, blu-rays, and other toys he could ever want, could lounge around, go anywhere or do anything he wanted, so long as he was available to slip his dick into his mother whenever she needed it. And she was always ready when he felt the urge, too, which was often. It was a pretty neat arrangement, all things considered.

He tooled around on his bike for an hour or so, going up and down hills, exploring the neighborhood. It was a beautiful spring day, he was eighteen years old and getting his balls drained five times a day, and he didn't have a care in the world. He was the luckiest man alive, in his estimation.

On his first loop by the Henderson place, he stopped and rang the bell, but either Eric was asleep, in hiding, or out, because no one answered the door. Tom puttered around on his bike for another mile or two, getting a decent workout, and when he looped back towards home, he saw Christina Henderson's car pulling into the driveway.

He slowed and angled his bike towards the house. He was surprised a little to see both Eric and Christina get out of the car, and even more surprised to see them clinging to one another. Eric had his hands all over his mother, and she him. Tom braked completely. He found himself equal parts fascinated, jealous, and turned on. While he'd been fucking his own mother for months, it was still weird to know about and see another incestuous relationship.

Despite himself, Tom felt his dick getting hard.

Christina and Eric tumbled into the house and slammed the front door. Tom sat on the top of the hill for a little while, waging an inner debate. Finally he rolled his eyes to the sky and glided soundlessly down the hill. He shoved his bicycle behind some bushes on the Henderson's front lawn and as stealthily as he could, circled the house, hoping to get a glimpse of something.

He caught sight of Christina's naked back in a window, and beyond her, Eric. For a moment, Tom froze in sudden fear, because it looked like Eric was staring right through the window at Tom. But of course he wasn't – he only had eyes for his mother. Tom crouched down and eased his way towards the window to the living room.

Tom watched their first coupling, admiring the lush curves and pale skin and flushed pink bits on Christina's amazing body, and the masterful way she manipulated and controlled Eric. He particularly enjoyed watching her body shiver and shake as Eric ate her out. Then watching them fuck – it was amazing. Tom had often wondered what someone else would think if they saw him fucking his own mother, and now he had at least a partial answer. Because he was horny as fuck. His dick strained against his shorts, and he knew without looking that the precum dripping from his cock had soaked through his underwear and his shorts, making a wet spot on the front of them. He couldn't help reaching down and giving himself a few strokes through his shorts, but didn't risk pulling his dick out and jerking off. The temptation was great, however.

When Eric and Christina shifted positions, Tom realized how vulnerable he really was, standing out in the open by the side of the house. He was lucky that no one had driven by yet, and doubly lucky that the impassioned mother and son inside the house hadn't sensed their watcher.

Guilty, horny, shuffling awkwardly with a massive hard-on, Tom duck-walked his way around the house, grabbed his bike, and walked it back to his home. His mind was awhirl. Tom now understood what had gotten his mother so hot and bothered that she had to drag him down to her office for a quickie. He'd never really thought about how much incestuous couplings aroused him, even though he'd been part of one for so long, but seeing Eric fuck the living daylights out of Christina had been one of the hottest things he'd ever witnessed.

He also really, really, really wanted to fuck Christina now. He wanted to before, but now, it was like a physical need. Maybe when Eric went back to East Bumfuck or wherever he lived; Tom's mother had hinted that he might get his chance with Christina.

Tom was practically drooling at the thought as he let himself into the house. In a sort of fugue he stripped off all his clothes and made his way upstairs to the master bedroom. He took a long shower, barely touching his seemingly perpetual hard-on so as to avoid setting it off. When he was clean and dry he walked into his mother's bedroom and climbed into her huge bed and sprawled himself across it. The clock on the nightstand informed him it would be hours yet before his mother came home. He drifted off thinking of Christina. And his mother.

Tom awoke to heat and wetness, sucking insistently but gently upon his hardness. He opened his eyes, looked down the length of his body, and saw his mother lovingly worshipping his cock.

Her suit jacket, blouse, skirt, and lingerie were scattered across the floor, between doorway and bed. She lay crosswise across the bed, with one hand wrapped around the base of his cock, levering it away from his abdomen and into the sweet prison of her luscious mouth. Her full lips wrapped around his trunk as she bobbed her head, taking more and more of him into her mouth with each thrust. Her eyes were closed, hair tucked behind on ear, concentrating on her task.

He gave his cock a little flex, letting it jump a little in her mouth, and her eyes opened. They smiled at him, and she slurped her way back up his cock, letting it fall from her lips. A string of clear liquid, saliva or precum, connected his cockhead to her lips for just a moment. "Did you enjoy your nap? You're not mad that Mommy woke you up, are you?"

Tom was in no mood for games. "I saw them, Mom."

Alice's sexy smile faltered a little, confusion twisting her brow. "Saw who?"

"Eric. And Mrs. Henderson. Christina. They were fucking. Fucking like, like, nothing I'd ever seen."

"You saw them?" Alice said in disbelief. She shuddered in sudden arousal, causing her big tits to bounce on her chest. Her nipples were already swollen, hard, begging to be touched. Tom watched her scissor her athletic thighs together and knew that the thought of her neighbors getting together was making his mother wet. Very wet.

"What happened?" Alice demanded.

Tom flexed his cock in her fist. A jet of precum sprayed out, dripping down his length to touch her fingers. "Keep sucking me, and I'll tell you."

Immediately Alice descended, swallowing him whole. Her cheeks hollowed as she sank deeper, sucking and slurping and licking away at his raging dick. Tom quickly explained what had happened, how he stumbled across Eric and Christina coming home and spied on them. She moaned around his cock a few times, dipped a finger between her legs to play with herself, and let him hit the back of her throat as he described the furious pounding that Eric gave his mother. It was at this point that Tom finally let go, and the orgasm that had been squirming in his balls for hours exploded out of him, a tidal wave of potent teenage sperm that threatened to drown his mother.