Ever Notice? Ch. 07

Slowly, unconsciously, Eric began to wank himself. He came back to himself quickly, realizing with a slow smile that he didn't need to do that anymore. Not so long as he stayed with his mother, at any rate. But that would be over in a few days, he couldn't help remembering. Then he was on a plane back to the frigid hills of North Dakota, back to using his hand or trying to desperately cajole some teenage girl into getting hot and heavy.

What was he going to do?

In a weird way, his mother had rather dramatically shown that she considered him an adult. Capable of adult decisions, of adult action, or adult wisdom. She trusted him to make the correct decision. She always had, in fact, although she never resisted the opportunity to share advice. For example, his mother had supported his decision to finish out his senior year in North Dakota, even if she wasn't all that happy about it.

He had some thinking to do.

After his shower, Eric slipped on just a pair of athletic shorts and made his way downstairs. He smelled fresh brewed coffee, bacon, and pancakes. A tall glass of orange juice waited for him on the kitchen island, and as he settled on to the stool, his mother ladled food in heaping amounts on to his plate.

"Have to keep your strength up," Christina said with a sexy laugh and a slap on Eric's seated butt.

Eric shoveled food in his mouth and admired his mother as she danced around the kitchen. She fixed a plate with much smaller portions for herself and settled in beside him.

"So," Christina eventually said, sipping her coffee, "how are you feeling this morning?"

"I feel good. Great, actually."

Christina smiled. "You're not weirded out that your mother jumped your bones?"

Eric laughed. "A little, I guess. But it's a good kind of weird. Like, everything is different now. But it's cool." He let his arm wind around her waist and his hand to settle on her hip. Christina curled in closer to him. He searched for words while his mother waited expectantly. "It's like, remember that moment when Dorothy steps out of the house and into Oz and everything is in color? It's like that."

Christina smiled, eyes crinkling. "It's a brand new day," she said, agreeing. She kissed him lightly on the lips, tasting faintly of maple syrup and coffee. "I love you, honey."

"I love you too, Mom."

Christina disentangled herself from her son's embrace, causing certain portions of her anatomy to jiggle enticingly. She began to clear the plates, setting them in the sink. Eric watched her move, entranced. From time to time, Christina would look over at him, and something in his expression would make her blush, smile, and quickly look away.

The morning light washing into the kitchen through the windows seemed to wash away the thin robe his mother wore. He could see the outline of her lush, curvy body beneath the cloth. She was so perfectly formed, he could hardly stand it. Tall, long limbed, with smoothly muscled legs, a plush ass, broad hips, narrow waist, and wide shoulders that braced a truly epic pair of tits, all beneath a pretty, full-lipped face with a slightly upturned nose and brilliant blue eyes. The shock of red hair was like a cherry on top of a sundae.

Eric grinned widely. His mother really was good enough to eat. He stood up from the stool and crossed the kitchen to stand behind her at the sink. She was rinsing dishes for the dishwasher, and Eric pressed himself against her back. He felt his semi-hard cock rub against her full, curvy ass, and wrapped his arms around her abdomen, just beneath her thrusting breasts. Slowly he reached up to cup those gorgeous globes, reveling in their fullness and weight.

Christina cooed and arched herself against her son's body. She turned her head, and his lips found hers again, giving her a deeper kiss this time.

Eric's hands slid down her body as he stepped back a little. Christina made an inquisitive sound that turned into an expression of interest as Eric's hands swept across her hips to grab the globes of her ass. He flipped up the edge of her robe, exposing her peach shaped posterior. His fingers sank into her flesh, squeezing and kneading. Christina gasped and spread her legs a little.

Eric let a hand slide between her thighs, his fingers darting out to find his mother already wet. He grinned again and dropped to his knees. He ducked his head between her muscular thighs and twisted himself around little to get his mouth on her. Christina squealed and spread her legs even wider, giving him greater access.

Eric kissed his mother's sweet pussy. He thrust his tongue out between her lips and lashed at her sensitive flesh. He parted her pink furrow with his broad, muscular tongue and teased her with the tip. Her juices flowed quickly, coating his lips, dripping down his chin, filling his mouth. His chin bumped against her clitoris, while his nose nudged against the cleft between her ass cheeks. He was glad she was so clean, but he probably wouldn't have cared otherwise. Eric was desperate to get her off, and although his technique was not great, his enthusiasm certainly was.

He kissed and licked and nibbled. He let his teeth graze her lips lightly, and thrust his tongue into her as deep as it could go, mimicking a cock. Above him, muffled by her thighs, Christina grunted and cried out, urging him along. He felt her reach behind her to place one palm on the back of his head, pushing him harder against her pussy. He made love to her with his mouth and tongue, alternately caressing her legs and ass, and he felt her respond.

Christina was fairly bouncing on top of him, making Eric's craning neck hurt a little, when he slid forward, burying his nose in her pussy, and fastening his lips around her sensitive clit. He sucked lightly, and that was enough to set her off. He sensed more than saw his mother grab the front of the sink with both hands as she went momentarily rigid before her entire body began to shake and thrash above him. His face was inundated with her juices, a golden dew that poured out of her and decorated his nose, mouth, cheeks, and chin.

Eric shifted again, putting his mouth against her pussy, allowing him to breath clearly and to keep stimulating her through her rising climax.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Eric!" Christina spat out in increasingly high-pitched barks. At last Eric released her, climbed out from between her legs, and held her close to him as she slumped against the sink, gasping and shaking.

Christina was practically bent over the sink, with the water from the faucet still pouring over the dirty plates, while Eric swept his shorts down his hips. His engorged cock, thick and angry, slapped up between his thighs. A thick dollop of precum balanced on the head.

Eric put one hand on his mother's waist and pulled her hips back. With the other hand, he gripped himself by the base and aimed it at the juncture of her widespread legs. As the broad head of his cock nudged against her pussy lips, Christina's sleepy eyes snapped open. A sultry smile spread across her full lips and she eyed her strapping son over her shoulder.

Her lips parted wider as Eric rammed into her. His thick cock knifed through her folds, driving deep in a single thrust. She was already well lubricated, ready to accept his thickness. Both of Eric's hands found his mother's hips and held on as he began to fuck her. Christina moaned loudly as her son plundered her pussy, jabbing his enormous teenage cock again and again into her heated depths.

Her heavy tits swung on her chest. The thin robe parted, letting them swing free. Christina braced herself with her hands against the edge of the sink and fucked her hips back at Eric, swallowing him with her heated pussy, sucking him deeper inside her.

Eric bent over her back, and his powerful hands caught her bouncing tits. He cupped them, catching her sensitive nipples between thumbs and fingers to tease and pull against them while his hard-driving cock thundered in and out of her over and over again, jackhammer quick, and just as merciless. A big orgasm was fast approaching, quick on the heels of the one he gave her with his mouth, and Christina let out a wordless cry as she felt it build and build and explode deep within her. It radiated out like electricity, suffusing her limbs and head with mind-fogging pleasure.

Sudden weakness in her arms threw Christina against the sink. Her body slid over the edge, so that her bouncing tits, suddenly free of Eric's grip, swung towards the faucet. Warm water washed over her chest, soaking quickly through her robe.

Eric had dropped his hands to her hips, holding tightly against his mother to keep her from being thrown farther forward by his hammering cock. Christina's shaking limbs found new strength and she pushed back against Eric, away from the faucet, straightening her arms out once again. Her robe was stuck against her upper body like a second skin, hard nipples denting the fabric, and water dripped down her body.

Her pussy sloshed and her ass echoed with the slap of Eric's abdomen as he rammed into her. His breathing changed. He was getting close. Christina felt another orgasm approaching. She risked letting go of the sink with one hand to tease her clit, urging herself along so that she could crest with Eric.

"Mom! Mom! Mom! Fuck!" he roared in unconscious imitation and drove forward as far as he could go. The cheeks of her ass flattened against his stomach and his cock jabbed as deep as it could go. She felt his cockhead hammer against her cervix and cried out as an orgasm exploded throughout her again. She heard Eric grunting as his cock swelled and expanded inside her and began to fire it's salvo of precious seed into her molten core. His cock bucked and heaved, jetting thick viscous ropes of semen, a never-ending supply that fit her full to bursting.

Eric gripped his mother's hips, fingers digging into her plush pale flesh, and exploded inside her. He felt himself empty into her, felt the fluids wash back over his length, dripping out of her full pussy to wash over his crotch and legs. And still he fired, blast after blast. After the first few he relented a little, loosing his hold, sawing his cock in and out of his mother's pussy again, driving in as each surge rushed up his cock and erupted into her soaking pussy.

Shuddering and gasping, he finally released her. Both of them collapsed in a heap by the sink. Eric's reddened, thick cock lost little of its thickness, slapping against his abdomen and leaving a white trail against his skin.

Christina half turned to her son, beaming, flushed, out of breath. Her huge breasts, rose and fell rapidly. They were slick with water, one of them bare and beautiful, the other still trapped behind the wet fabric of her thin robe. She flexed one long, muscular leg and reached back with a dainty foot to nudge Eric's still-hard cock.

"You're pretty good with that thing," she managed to gasp out. She dipped a finger between her legs and came up with her fingers anointed with frosting. She licked them clean and shuddered.

Slowly, Christina dragged herself to her feet. "I need to change my clothes. Would you mind finishing the dishes for me?"

Sprawled on the kitchen floor with his shorts around his ankles, Eric nodded. He watched in cock-thickening delight as his mother sauntered out of the room, his cum dribbling out of her pussy onto her pale, strong thighs.

Eric lay on the cool kitchen floor for a while, just reveling in his perverted fortune. Eventually he got up, took care of business, and went to look for his mother. He thought she might come back downstairs after changing, although he didn't want her putting on too many clothes, but she did not.

He found her quickly enough. She wasn't hiding. In fact, as he made his way down the second floor hallway, she called him from his own room. "In here, sweetie-bear!"

He found her lying naked on his bed, long legs slightly parted, her chin supported on one hand, while the other cupped her right tit and played with the engorged nipple.

"I've been waiting for you," she said. "Do you need to rest a little longer, or are you ready to give Mommy what she needs?"

Eric grinned and shucked his shorts off once more. His big cock bobbed between his legs, eliciting a salacious grin from his mother. He climbed on to the bed beside her, a tighter fit than on her own bed, but not much more so, and kissed her fiercely. Christina lay back, spreading out on the comforter. Eric's chest squashed her heavy breasts as their tongues dueled.

Eric's fingers grazed Christina's thighs and hips, traveled up her side and came to rest on her large breasts. He cupped them in his palms and teased her nipples with his fingertips. Her skin was so smooth and supple, her breasts so heavy and full, they made his cock ache with need.

"Mom," Eric said breathlessly, "can I... can I fuck your tits?"

Christina opened her eyes widely and arched her eyebrows. "Of course you can, sweetie-bear. And thank you for asking."

He chuckled. "You taught me to be polite, Mom."

"I did, didn't I? Here, come on up, that's the way. Spread your legs over my ribs, grab the headboard with your hands. Let Mommy do all the work... just try not to put your full weight on me, okay?"

Eric complied with his mother's directions and watched as she gripped his cock in both hands and slowly started jacking him. Precum dribbled from the tip, and she used the lubrication to slicken his cock. When she had his length nice and hard and shining, she took her precum stained hands and cupped her huge breasts. She smeared the excess fluid all through her cleavage before lifting her tits up to wrap around Eric's rampant cock.

Eric groaned in fascination as his dick was swallowed by her tits, only the head peeking out from between the massive mounds. Slowly Christina began to rub the sensitive flesh of her son's cock with her breasts, sliding back and forth, trapping his hot hardness between their plush softness. Precum squirted against her throat, dripped down into her cleavage, and helped grease the passage.

Christina tweaked her nipples with her fingertips while her breasts bounced back and forth along Eric's erection. A dark flush began to creep across her chest, and she breathed heavily. She craned her neck to watch his cock, her eyes locked on the thick mushroom head that poked out from between her tits.

Eric held still, balancing himself atop his mother. He felt the urge to thrust, to jab his hips forward and spear her chin or mouth with his cock, but resisted it. Instead he enjoyed the sensation of having his thick dick trapped within the two greatest tits that ever existed. He flexed his cock, making it buck and throb in its fleshy prison, causing precum to spray out onto his mother's pale skin.

His mother. He still could barely believe he was doing this anyone, let alone his own mother. The woman had largely raised him on her own, without help from anyone, least of all his father. He was probably closer to her than anyone else in the world when you thought about it, and now here she was, using her incredible body to bring him intense, almost maddening pleasure. How could this be a bad thing?

"Oh Mom," Eric said, panting, "I love your tits."

Christina's eyes twinkled. She smiled up at her son, momentarily looking away from the angry head of his throbbing cock. "Thank you, Eric. I'm glad." A wicked gleam came into her eyes. "Is there anything in particular you like about them?"

Eric chuckled. "Isn't it obvious? They're so big and round and full and pale and soft and pink and perfect. I love how they feel, how they taste. I could suck on your nipples forever. I want to lick them all over and bury my head between them. I want to fuck my dick between them and cum all over you."

"Oh sweetie," Christina moaned. All the while, she kept stroking him with her breasts. "You are fucking Mommy's tits, and you are going to cum all over them. I love your big cock and the huge loads you shoot out of it. I want to feel it on my skin, my tits, my mouth, my lips.

"I love how strong and hard and hot your cock feels between my tits. I love that you're my son, and that we're doing these things together. I don't think I could be this reckless and turned on with anyone else. I don't think I could cum so much or so hard with anyone else. You have the perfect cock, and it's attached to the perfect body and the perfect soul. I love you so much Eric."

Strange that those words seemed to trigger Eric, but they did. "Moooommmm," he moaned, "I'm gonna..."

"Oh yes, baby, let it out, let it all out over Mommy!"

And he did. Eric finally thrust, just once, and his cock lurched between his mother's breasts and fired a salvo of pearly white semen that arced over her chin and lips and cheek. He pulled his hips back, and Christina shifted her grip. Her breasts parted, hanging to the sides of her chest, still full and upright, but no longer trapping his cock between them. Eric's dick snapped up towards his abdomen, and the next spurt sailed high and long, finally coming down to paint Christina's shoulder and the pillow.

Eric grabbed the base of his cock and pointed it downwards again, aiming the shuddering head in the general direction of his mother's magnificent tits. A third thick, viscous stream of jism spiraled out from his cock, anointing his mother's perfect breasts. Slowly he aimed his spurting dick like a hose, painting criss-crossing trails of silvery, pearlescent semen all over her prodigious chest. In moments she looked glazed like a cupcake, and thick gelid pools of cum slid around on her tits.

As his orgasm began to subside, Eric pointed his dick towards his mother's mouth and squeezed out he last few dregs first on her lips, and then in her mouth as she opened up to accept him. She sucked his sensitive cockhead between her lips and teased him with her tongue. Eric winced and cried out at the delicious sensation.

His dick was still semi-hard as he slumped backwards on the bed, lifting one leg over his mother to lay down beside her.

Christina sat up, admiring her son's handiwork. Her large breasts dripped with goo, which dripped onto her cupping hands, into her cleavage and down her belly. Her hands swept upward, spreading the fluid around and rubbing it into her skin. She licked her palms, smacking her lips.

"I don't know why, but your cum tastes delicious, sweetie. I can't get enough of it."

"I have an endless supply," he said, smiling.

"I'll bet you do." Christina scraped cum of her right tit with a forefinger and sucked it between her lips. "Go get me a towel. Then you're going to fuck my brains out."

Eric leapt to comply.

*

Later, they sat out by the pool. Christina was draped across a lounge chair, her body freshly oiled by her son, and her pussy freshly fucked. After he emptied himself inside her, she had tucked her blue bikini bottoms up over her raw pink lips to keep his cum from leaking out. A wet spot formed quickly on the front panel.

Eric dozed beside her, wearing just a pair of swim trunks and sunglasses. His mother had made sure he was thoroughly protected with sunscreen as well.

Christina sipped from a glass of ice tea and inclined her head, her blue eyes inscrutable behind her own sunglasses. "Eric, sweetie, I wanted to ask you. Have you thought about your plans for the summer?"

So, this was it. Eric's dozing brain suddenly snapped to attention. "Not really, Mom," he admitted. He had been trying not to, and the constant sex had certainly proved an able distraction.

"Oh," she said, diffidently, "okay." She turned her head again. There had been a note of disappointment in her voice, although she tried to hide it.

Eric sat up, swung his legs over the edge of his lounge chair and faced his mother. "Are you upset?"