Ever Notice? Ch. 07

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.

Christina awoke from a dreamless sleep, five minutes before her alarm. She looked blearily at the clock while her mind slowly sharpened, and turned off the alarm before it triggered and woke up Eric.

Christina shifted on the bed, admiring her sleeping son. He looked so peaceful and innocent and beautiful, like he was her little boy again. And in some ways, he was. But in other ways, such as the delicious ache between her legs, he was very much not. She resisted the urge to kiss him and wake him and fuck him senseless, knowing that he deserved his sleep. Instead, Christina carefully slid out of bed and padded naked to the bathroom.

Finished, she slipped on an abbreviated silk robe that barely covered her pneumatic frame and went quietly downstairs. She called her assistant's desk and left a voicemail saying that she would be out of work until the following Monday, owing to a family crisis. She intended to spend as much of Eric's school vacation with him as possible, up to when she loaded him on the plane back to North Dakota.

She allowed herself enough time to brew a cup of coffee in her Keurig and sipped it slowly. Christina looked out the window over her sink into the expansive backyard and pool of her palatial new home. Outside it was a sunny, warm spring day. The temperature had already cleared 72 degrees, and it was likely to get warmer.

She wondered if her son would be up to fooling around in the pool. She already knew what her bikini did to him, or more precisely, what her body squeezed into that bikini did to him, but she wasn't sure he'd be willing to get naughty outdoors where others might be able to see them. Not that they had any nearby neighbors, but it was still riskier than committing incest behind closed doors.

Incest. There, she let herself think the word. "Incest," she said out loud, breaking the quiet of the morning. It was an awful word, an evil word, and yet she had gleefully, passionately, avariciously pursued just such a relationship with her son.

She felt a tingling in her fingertips and toes just thinking about it, a tingling that echoed deep in her belly. She felt her nipples hardening beneath her thin robe and unconsciously flexed her thighs together.

Why had she done it? Why had she shattered one of society's strictest taboos?

She was lonely. She missed her son. He had been a constant companion since his birth. Her ex used to joke that he had just been the delivery system, that her son was the true love of her life. And yes, she had doted on him, and yes, he had been a momma's boy, but he had also grown out of that stage and even weathered his parents' divorce rather well. He had chosen to stay with his mother for a variety of reasons; she never asked for them all, but she understood. Eric's father was not an easy man to get along with, and though he loved Eric in his way, Eric had a basic earned distrust of the man, and despite herself, Christina knew she had influenced him in that regard.

Taking the job with Xybochem, picking up stakes and moving halfway across the country to start her life over again was the second greatest thing she'd ever done with her life. She made a good salary, she had great friends, she started working out and getting healthy. Her one regret was that the greatest thing she'd done with her life had been left behind in wintry old North Dakota. And she worried that, perhaps, Eric was too old now to want to come stay with her. He was about to enter college, start his own life, his own adventures, and she very selfishly wanted to be included in them.

And perhaps it was the wrong thing to do to confide these feelings to Alice Park. Fun, sexy, vivacious Alice, who, unbeknownst to Christina at the time, was already embroiled in an incestuous affair with her own teenaged son. Over too many glasses of wine one night, after Christina, grown maudlin, had pined for her son, Alice had confessed her sin. She also theorized that the only surefire way to get Eric "back" was to seduce him.

That seemed like a good idea at the time. But the next morning, sober, it had scared and horrified Christina. It took some more convincing from Alice, who began to shamelessly recount every illicit coupling with her son to Christina. Christina, who hadn't had a lover since long before her divorce, found herself beginning to enjoy tales of Alice's exploits. And she began to understand that most of her fear and horror at the prospect of seducing Eric was due simply to the fact that she wanted it. She wanted it very badly.

Eric was a gorgeous young man, a dutiful son, and a smart and generous person. He would be a catch by anyone's standards. But he was also her only son, and there was a special bond there that could not be shared with anyone else.

It didn't take long for Alice to wear Christina down, and so was hatched The Plan. The teasing and the flirting and the sexy clothes had driven Christina absolutely mad with lust. She saw Eric responding, his curiosity and uncertainty making for a delectable combination, and he looked so cute and fuckable that his every reaction drove her on to greater and greater depravities.

Christina set her coffee cup down, empty, and walked back up to her room. Eric still slumbered, spread across the bed, wrapped up in the comforter, blissfully dreaming. Christina once again fought the urge to devour him and instead went into the bathroom for a quick hot shower.

She slipped off her robe and admired herself in the mirror. She was too pale, she knew, and despite her best efforts she had never quite gotten rid of the little mommy pouch on her belly. Her ass was too big, her thighs too thick, and her breasts were uncomfortably large most of the time. She tried to see herself as she imagined Eric saw her: hourglass figure, full breasts, wide hips, narrow waist, all curves and hollows, inviting and welcoming in a sexy, mature way. Her red hair was all natural, no coloring at all, and her skin was mostly flawless. She didn't even have freckles. She was grateful that her son found her as attractive as she found him.

Christina stepped under the shower spray and scrubbed herself clean. She lingered on her breasts and pussy, teasing herself a little, remembering how her shower the night before had gone.

She dried herself off with a fluffy white towel and slipped her robe back on. She paused in the doorway to the bedroom. Eric still slept, dead to the world. Again, she admired him, seeing in his relaxed, sleeping face the shadow of the boy he had once been. The boy she had nestled to her breast, who had once promised to marry her when he grew up.

Christina's heart swelled and her pussy moistened. It was so wonderful to have her son here with her again, and even better that he was warming her bed.

She crossed the room, carefully lifted the covers, and slid under them. Beneath the comforter, she was struck by the strong, masculine scent of her son, as well as the smell of the previous night's lovemaking.

Christina pulled herself across Eric's legs, touching him lightly. He shifted but didn't wake. She found the trunk between his thighs, already semi-hard, as if waiting for her. She smiled to herself. She traced a finger along his length, from base to tip, lightly grazing his love-muscle with one fingernail. She was rewarded with a rapid stiffening of his cock. In the dimness beneath the comforter, Christina watched her son's cock unfurl to its full, impressive length. Swollen with blood and oxygen, it stretched up across his abdomen, almost brushing his belly button.

Christina traced her fingers along it, up and down, lightly, just brushing him with her fingertips. She felt the power in the organ, barely restrained, waiting to be unleashed. Her fingers danced over his testes, feeling their weight and readiness. She marveled again at how full and round his balls were, how packed with delicious semen they always appeared to be. She had tried to empty him the night before, only to have sheer exhaustion overtake them both before the flood of cum ebbed from her son's magnificent tool.

We'll have more time to try today, Christina mused to herself with an upward tilt of her lips.

The spongy tip of Eric's cockhead gave a little under the pad of Christina's finger. She felt a little slickness. He was already weeping precum. She used her finger to spread the liquid around the head. Her hand wound around his girth and she slid her palm along him, down to the base. Gripping him lightly, she levered his hard length away from his body, raising it upward. His cockhead dragged across the comforter, leaving a trail of fluid.

Slowly, gently, careful not to wake him yet, Christina began to sweep her hand up and down her son's engorged penis. It felt hot under her hand, radiating a warmth that almost burned. And it throbbed to the beat of Eric's heart. She used her thumb to spread more precum, felt it start to coat her palm, and with it, she began to slicken the passage up and down.

Eric shifted. Christina realized she was gripping him too tightly and she loosened her hold.

She continued to stroke him, reveling in the lively, virile, hot hardness that fairly leapt in her palm. Eric shifted again. Christina smiled to herself. She rose up a little on her elbows and pulled herself forward. The comforter rose, opening up, allowing her to see her son's face. Eric opened his eyes, blinking, bleary, uncertain but ragingly aroused.

Christina gently kissed her son's cockhead. She tasted his fresh precum, and beneath that, the sweet taste of his seed and the salty taste of her own fluids. She let her tongue dip out to trace a trail up and around the angry purple head. A sweet dollop of precum squirted from his slit directly onto the tip of her tongue. She sucked it up eagerly, watching her son gradually awakening as she played with him.

His eyes gradually focused on her. He didn't say anything, but just watched, smiling, as Christina licked the head of his cock like an ice cream cone. She scooped up the precious, flavorful fluid that wept from his slit and swirled it around in her mouth before swallowing.

Christina held Eric's cock at the base and dragged her tongue down his entire length, licking him down to her curled fingers and back up again. She trailed butterfly kisses along the thick pulsing vein on the underside. He flexed and throbbed unconsciously, each muscular contraction producing another dollop of precum. It dripped from the head, down his slickened length, and she swept it up with her tongue and lips.

Between Christina's own legs, a swamp was brewing. Her sensitive nipples scraped against the thin fabric of her robe, her tits flattened against the mattress. She reveled in her ability to arouse and control a young man so definitively. Especially considering that the young man in question was her own handsome son. If only every mother could know this depraved joy, she thought.

Christina wedged herself higher up on Eric's legs, letting her naked, weeping pussy settle against his calf. She rose up a little, opened her mouth, and slowly wrapped her moist, full lips around his cockhead. Eric's cock throbbed in her hand and sent a jet of precum across her tongue. He moaned as her lips closed around him, and she let his purple helmet slowly slide into her mouth. She closed her lips around the glans and sucked slightly. The agile tip of her tongue swirled around the spongy head, teasing his sensitive slit, coaxing more and more precum from the source. Saliva and Eric's fluids mixed in her mouth, slickening further the connection between her lips and his flesh.

Eric tugged the comforter off her head. One of his hands sank into her hair, his expressive fingers combing through her short, dark red locks.

Christina opened her mouth again and slowly dragged her lips and tongue lower, letting his thickness thrust into her mouth, millimeter by millimeter. She tasted more of herself on him. She felt a mini-orgasm swell deep within her as she contemplated how much of her juices had soaked into her own son's hot, hard flesh.

Her tongue flattened and curled against the underside of his girth. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking lightly, slurping at him. His fluids washed over her mouth, down her throat, sloshing as it went. Her throat worked automatically, her nostrils flaring as she breathed hard and fast.

"Mom," Eric finally said, a low moan that thrilled Christina to her core. She didn't examine why being called "mother" in the midst of lovemaking excited her so much. She merely enjoyed it. It made her feel as though her tits were swelling, her nipples scraping against the mattress, her pussy gushing against his leg. She ground herself against him, feeling her clit mash and flatten against his shin. Another mini-orgasm fluttered to life in her belly, rising in crescendo.

Christina paused, enjoying the shivering pleasure as it radiated out from her core across her entire body. She breathed carefully, a third of her son's delicious cock lodged in her mouth. Precum pooled in her mouth, adding to the heat and moisture trapping Eric's cock.

Slowly Christina continued her descent. Eric's cockhead nudged against the back of her mouth. She felt her throat automatically tighten, fought her gag reflex, and then, throwing caution to the wind, increased her pace and swallowed him whole in one great dive. She felt his cock fill her throat. Her nostrils flared, seeking oxygen, but only a bare trickle eased into her lungs. She forced herself to suck, cheeks hollowing, tongue slurping, lips and nose pressed almost flat in her son's pubic hair.

She held that position as long as she could, and then slurped back up his length, leaving a slimy trail of saliva and precum along his length. She released him completely, though she didn't want to, forced to take deep gasping breaths with her mouth open. Saliva and precum dripped from her lips, onto his engorged cock.

All the while, she kept her eyes locked on her son, who watched her with a look of lust and love and fascination. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock once more, levering him back up towards her face.

Christina licked her lips and smiled. She nuzzled his cock with her lips and cheeks, leaving glistening trails across her face. Christina opened her mouth and sucked his sensitive cockhead between her lips again. Eric hissed sharply. His hips bucked, but she controlled him with her hands, keeping him from driving deeper.

She repeated her actions, drawing out the pleasure and sensations. Slowly she swallowed him, sucking him into her mouth and throat, until driving deep, letting him jab directly into her throat. She held him as long as she could, then released him. This time his heavy cock slapped against his abdomen before she could catch it and raise it to her lips once more.

Beneath her, Eric's legs squirmed. He pressed his lower leg against her drooling pussy, encouraging another mini-orgasm.

Christina teased Eric's balls. She loved how they jumped in her hand, swollen with need, ready to blow.

Christina kissed Eric's slick cockhead. "Are you close, sweetie?" she whispered sultrily. "Are you ready to give Mommy the first load of the day?"

Eric grunted affirmative. "Keep doing that, Mom, I'm so close."

Christina moaned. "Oh fuck, sweetie, I can't wait. I love your cum. I want you to baste my throat with your jism."

She licked and kissed his cockhead, slowly jacking the lower part of his dick with her hand. She opened wide and swallowed his cockead, sucking lightly at first, and then stronger and stronger. Eric's hips rose, trying to fuck his cock into her mouth, but her hands held him steady. A few inches slid back and forth, though she knew he wanted to drive himself deep. She sensed that he wanted to be down her throat when he came, jetting his semen directly into her stomach, but she wanted to taste him. She wanted to feel his essence spraying across her tongue, filling her mouth, before she swallowed it.

She gripped his cock more tightly, wrapping both hands around it, which left his flaring cockhead projecting proudly. She sucked, tongue lashing the spongy head, swirling around and around, slurping up the never-ending, copious precum that squirted from his slit.

And then he was grunting. She felt his cock buck and throb in her hands. She felt the frission of rising cum against her fingers as it traveled up his fleshy tube and exploded outward into her mouth. The first rope erupted across her tongue. She felt it soak into her mouth, coating everything, and then he shivered and bucked again and another thick, viscous rope of pearlescent cum filled her mouth. Two ropes, and already her mouth was full, and she had to swallow.

Eric shook and shivered, an endless stream of sweet and sticky cum filling his mother's mouth again and again. She swallowed quickly, almost but not quite gagging on the flood, and eventually had to give up just to breath. He sprayed a thick line of white gold across her lips and nose before she covered his bucking cockhead with the palm of her hand. She breathed heavily, licked her lips, and caught the last few jets of cum once more on her tongue.

Christina sucked the last dregs of Eric's jizz out of his cockhead, nursing as he softened. He remained semi-hard even when she released him, and grew harder again as he watched her lick the cum out of her palm like a cat with a saucer of milk.

"Oh my god, Mom," Eric groaned.

Christina giggled throatily, swallowing. "Do you like how Mommy decided to wake you up?"

"What do you think?" Eric said. His chest heaved with deep breaths of his own, and he flexed his leg against her pussy.

Quickly, Christina sat up. She wanted to climb and mount her son, slide his big pecker deep inside her and ride him to another explosive eruption, but if she did that, they might never get out of bed.

"You need a shower," she said.

He thought a moment. His heavy cock flexed between his legs. "You joining me?"

"Not right now. I'm going to make breakfast." She laughed. "Although I guess I've already had it." She slid off the bed. At Eric's frown, she leaned over him, flashing him a deep line of cleavage, and kissed him lightly on the lips. He didn't recoil from the taste of his own cum on her lips, and in fact let his tongue slip out to glide between her lips and duel a little with her own.

"Mmmm, sweetie-bear," Christina said, "you are a naughty boy. Go take your shower. We'll have breakfast, and then see where the day takes us. Okay?"

Eric looked dubious, but relented. Christina admired his nude form as he climbed out of bed and headed into her bathroom. He had a tight, muscular ass. It was perfect and cute and delicious.

Head awhirl with naughty thoughts, Christina headed to the kitchen.

Eric watched her go. His own mind was in turmoil, along with his emotions. He loved his mother, always had, always would, but part of him was falling in love with his mother, and that wasn't normal. Or healthy.

Eric scrubbed his face with his hands and looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. He didn't look like a deviant or a pervert. But he'd still spent the better part of the last twenty-four hours having mind-bending sex with his mother. The strangest fact was that he didn't regret it a bit.

Eric brushed his teeth and hopped in the shower, washing and scouring himself thoroughly. He stank of sweat and cum and other bodily fluids. He had been a virgin the day before, and now he had done things he'd only ever seen in pornos, things that even his boldest friends back home in North Dakota had never bragged about doing with their girlfriends and fuck-buddies. His cock began to stiffen as he thought back to the blowjob in the movie theater, the desperate drive home, the furious fuck on the sofa, and everything after.