Ever Notice? Ch. 09

Alice held him tight against her as he came, and though she didn't have another big orgasm, she felt a small one go off as he pumped his potent seed into her over and over again. After the first half dozen explosions, Tom began to saw back and forth again, instinctively timing it so that he thrust forward into her depths as the semen surged up through his tube and sprayed outward. A milky froth appeared between them as his spend leaked out through Alice's pussy lips, dripping down the momentarily exposed length of Tom's cock, and stained their thighs and the sheets beneath them.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the flow slackened, and Tom slowly withdrew, still semi-hard, his long cock dripping with their combined juices. He collapsed beside his mother, who wrapped her arms tightly around him and pressed her lush body against him. She rained kisses on his face.

"That was so good, baby," she said, "just what I needed." She sighed. "It's always so good with you. You never disappoint me." A wicked smile crossed her lips. "In bed, at least."

"Thanks, Mom," Tom deadpanned. He smiled. The smile slowly died. Alice's eyes widened, expectantly. She sensed he was going to say something important.

"Mom," Tom said, hesitantly. The endorphins were still raging in his system, and his cock had hardly flagged and was regaining its full hardness with her pressed against him. He could hardly get the words past his throat, but he had to say it, had to ask the question now, while it was strong in his mind and they were both reeling from passionate and fulfilling sex. "Mom, would you ever consider having another child?"

"A what?"

Tom swallowed. "Another child. Y'know, a baby. With... with me."

"Oh." She was rigid, her face frozen in shock. Her arms fell away from him, and she retreated slightly across the bed.

"So that's a no?" he said.

"Yes, Thomas, that's definitely a no. What in the hell brought that on?"

Tom released a burst of air from his lips. "I don't know. It's... I've thought about it before. Once or twice. Not seriously. But seeing your friend's kid with his wife and their baby, it made me think stuff. Like, seriously think about it. We're never going to be able to get married. I get that. But we could still start a family together. Have a kid, be together, be a family.

"You're worried that I'm going to leave you, and nothing I say otherwise can convince you. But you have to know that I could never leave my own kid, let alone the mother of that kid."

Tom looked at his mother. She had relaxed somewhat. "That's kind of sweet, in its own way," she said finally. "But you have to realize what an extraordinarily bad idea it would be. Assuming I even wanted more children, which I don't, I'm sorry to tell you. I've done the mom thing already, and while it gave me a wonderful son, I'm not that eager to do it all over again.

"It's a lot of work, especially at first. I'm not sure you're prepared for that. And on top of that, there's the issue of not only my age, which has its own complications, but the fact that we're closely related. A baby of ours won't have six fingers, but it could have serious genetic defects, and there's no reason to assume it would even be viable.

"And then there's the social issue. I'm not dating anyone right now, no one publicly. What do I tell work? My friends? The family? I'm the responsible one, remember? No one is going to believe I just got pregnant randomly at my age.

"Plus, how fucked up is our relationship as it is? I treasure it, don't misunderstand me, but you and I are adults who both decided to be a part of this. If we bring another life into the world, they don't have any such say. But they're still as much a part of this as you or I.

"So, no Tommy, I'm sorry. You and I are never going to have a child. I hope you're not too upset by that."

Tom felt a constriction in his chest growing tighter as Alice talked. But when she finished, he suddenly felt it release. He took a deep breath. He looked at her again. "You've thought about this."

"Of course I have. We're careful, but we're not as careful as we could be, and you've got Grade A baby-making juice pumping out of that gorgeous hunk of meat you have there. It's not like I've had my tubes tied. Something could happen."

"No, that's not what I meant. You have thought about this. A lot. I recognize that note in your voice. You're not just trying to convince me, but you're trying to convince yourself."

It was Alice's turn to look away. "Maybe. Maybe I am. But you still have to admit, it would be a bad idea."

Tom shifted on the bed. He slid closer to his mother. She did not retreat. She turned to look at him as he reached out and pulled her close.

"I hear objections. I hear arguments. But I can think of solutions."

"Oh, you can? My son, the barely squeaking-by senior in high school, can think of solutions?"

Tom sighed. "Maybe not right now. Or even tomorrow or the next day. But. I think you have to admit, this is something worth thinking about. Something worth talking about. Something worth looking into."

Alice looked up into her son's blue eyes. So much like her ex-husbands, and yet so different. Tom was growing up. He had been an adult for some time now, but he was finally starting to grow up.

"Okay," she said in a quiet voice. "We'll think about it." In her mind, that was the end of the discussion, and she hoped Tom would leave it at that. She reached between his legs and wrapped her fingers around his rampant cock, still damp and sticky from their combined juices.

"In the meantime, let's think about getting this thing to lie down and go to sleep."

Tom smirked. "Not going to happen, so long as you're with me, Mom." He kissed her, and she kissed him back.

*

Christina watched Alice and Tom back out of her driveway.

"Everything okay, Mom?" Eric asked.

"Mmm-hmmm," Christina said noncommittally. She smiled, turning to her son, and took his hand in hers. She led him down the driveway around to the back of the house. Without the house lights on, the backyard was dark and quiet. However, it was a clear night and the moon was high, creating a silver light that glimmered off the surface of the pool.

Christina stopped when they reached the patio. She turned to her son.

"Tomorrow, you're leaving me. You're getting on a plane and flying back to the Great White North."

Eric smiled. "Yeah, but only to finish my senior year. Then I'm here for the summer. Maybe for good."

Christina smiled as well, pleased by Eric's enthusiasm. "Still, this is the last night we'll have for a while. I want this to be special."

Eric stepped closer, putting his hands on his mother's hips. "Every moment with you is special, Mom."

Christina giggled like a school girl and looked away. "Don't lay it on so thick, Romeo."

"I'm serious, Mom. This whole week, well, especially the last few days, have been amazing. I've loved every minute of it. North Dakota is going to be unbearable, and not because it's still winter there. It's because I'll be missing you every minute I'm not with you." He leaned down and found her lips. They yielded to his pressure, parting to let him taste her. A hand came up to run along his neck and curl into his hair.

When they parted, both were flushed and breathing heavily. "What you do to me," Christina said breathlessly. "I love you so much, Eric."

"I love you too, Mom."

She smiled, white teeth gleaming between her ruby red lips. She put her hands on Eric's shoulders and kissed him lightly. She smoothed the lapels on his new jacket. "You look so handsome all dressed up. I should get you in a suit more often. Although we should probably have a tailor look at it, it's a little tight across those big shoulders of yours."

Her hands glided down his chest towards his waist. Eric felt her fingers on the buckle, loosening. She tugged the belt through the loops. Christina smiled broadly again. She shrugged her shoulders, pulled her jacket off and folded it. She knelt down in front of Eric, using the jacket as a pad for her knees.

Eric's zipper rasped. She pulled the fly open and reached into his boxers to pull his hardening cock free. The evening air was cool on his exposed flesh, but his mother's fingers were warm where they curled around him, slowly jacking him to greater hardness.

Eric watched as his beautiful mother sat on her knees and jerked off his thickening cock. "Mom," he said, "Mom, I want to see your tits."

"Of course, sweetie," Christina said with a sultry smile. With her right hand still tight around him, her left hand reached up to unbutton her blouse, down to her navel. She pulled the collar down, baring her shoulders, and opening the shirt up. Her gorgeous breasts, encased in a lacy white bra, heaved like rolling tanks as she breathed. The dark line of her cleavage, an acre long, beckoned to him.

Christina wrapped both hands around her son's thick stalk and levered it down to her lips. Eric felt her hot breath wash over him a moment before her lips touched him. They parted and she gave a wet, sucking kiss to the angry purple head. Her tongue teased the rubbery surface. Precum jetted from the tip, coating her lips and tongue.

Slowly she swallowed him. Her tongue undulated against the underside of his cock. Her cheeks pressed in around him. Christina's full red lips widened perceptibly as her son's cock sank further into her hot, wet, sucking mouth. Eric groaned. He felt his cockhead nudge against the back of her mouth, felt her throat close around it.

Eric watched Christina's full, meaty breasts jiggle in their bra cups as she sucked him off. It was almost hypnotic. He wished she had divested herself of shirt and bra completely, but he had to admit the current view was not bad. Christina cupped Eric's full balls and rolled them in her palm, while her other hand encircled the base of his cock and squeezed gently. His cock sank further into her throat. Christina's eyes watered, but her gaze never wavered. Her beautiful blue eyes stayed locked on her son's.

Christina's hand fell away and her nose settled into Eric's nest of pubic hair as she swallowed his entire, massive, throbbing cock. Eric ran his hands through his mother's hair. He fought the instinct to hold her there, to start fucking her face, but he didn't want to choke her.

Christina slurped her way back up, nostrils flaring. She released her son's cock, briefly. Her full lips quirked up into a smile, making her eyes sparkle. "I want you to cum, sweetie. Let it go. Give me all that delicious juice. I want to see you spray it on me, cover me. I want to feel it on my skin." She punctuated each sentence with sweet, wet kisses on the length of his cock.

Eric groaned. Even now, he could still hardly believe that this was his own mother, doing this to him. On her knees before him, worshipping his cock, begging for his cum.

She swallowed him again and went to work. No longer slow and sensuous, but with increasing speed, almost fucking her mouth onto his rampant organ. Precum and saliva slicked his length, filled her mouth, adding wet and squishing noises to the blowjob. Christina's lips glistened with fluid, and Eric felt cool air on his wet cock on each upstroke. Her fingers continued to tease his balls, urging him along.

Eric felt his cock grow thicker and harder, throbbing more quickly with each passing second. His mother was mewling now, begging wordlessly. Eric felt the pressure building at the base of his cock, felt the orgasm fast approaching. "Here it comes, Mom," he grunted. "Moooooommmmmm," he moaned as his raging tool expanded thickly, and cum raced up its length to spray across his mother's tongue.

Surprisingly, Christina swept her mouth completely free. The hand on his balls squeezed gently, while her other hand gripped his thick base and aimed his shuddering cock. A thick, viscous stream of cum erupted from the slit, hanging in the air for a half second in a shining silver arc, before it fell, scoring his mother's flesh, splattering across her exposed collarbone and the strap of her bra.

"That's it, sweetie," Christina gasped, "cum for Mommy, give me all that precious spunk. Let me bathe in it, drown in it, cover me with it." She moaned and shook deliciously as Eric rained jism down on top of her. His fluids coated her breasts and neck, splashed against her cheek. It pooled in the valley of her cleavage. Her tits, held together by her bra, created a tight seal, and wouldn't allow much of the viscous cum to drip down between them. A veritable lake of silvery cum grew between her tits as her son continued to ejaculate, grunting from effort and groaning out his mother's name.

Christina felt a mini-orgasm throb between her legs as he son rained down upon her. It was almost maddening, the power she had over her son, the power to drive him wild, to bring him to the brink and over it, to coax such a prodigious and potent load of semen from his young balls. It made her hot and wet and wild herself.

As Eric's flood subsided, Christina looked down at her heaving rack and admired his handiwork. Her bra and blouse were ruined, of course, but it was for a good cause. Her tits were completely painted, and the lake of semen coating the line of her cleavage practically steamed in the cool night air as it shimmied on her jiggling tits. She thought her nipples might be able to cut glass.

Slowly, on shaking legs, Christina stood. She dragged a thumb across her cheek, gathering up a streamer of her son's delicious jism, and licked it off her digit. Eric groaned again, consumed with lust. Christina admired his thick cock, still hard, and the tiny ribbon of cum that dripped from his slit.

Wordlessly, Christina took her son by the hand and led him to the back door. She unlocked it, slid it open and stepped into the kitchen. Like a good son, Eric closed the door behind him.

Still covered with her son's thick, viscous, silvery semen, Christina unzipped her skirt and dragged it up her hips. She wore no panties underneath. What Eric had taken to be pantyhose turned out to be thigh high stockings with a flower pattern band around the top. She heard the hiss of Eric's indrawn breath as he saw her exposed.

Without looking at him, Christina bent at the waist, over the kitchen island, and spread her legs. Her huge tits flattened against the countertop, spreading Eric's cum across the surface. It glittered under the overhead light.

Christina felt Eric's large, gentle hands on her hips. He caressed the globes of her full, pale, springy ass. His massive cock nudged up against her ass, sliding through the cleavage between her cheeks. Coated with saliva, precum, and jism, it glided easily between them. Fluids dripped on her skin, almost scalding her where they dripped. Christina shuddered in anticipation, and wondered which hole Eric would pick. She was certain that his cock was too thick for her ass, but if he insisted, she would not have denied him. Even if she'd never done that with anyone before.

She was almost relieved when she felt him retreat and then his thick cockhead nudge against her soaking wet netherlips. She opened easily for him, so ready. Always ready. And she would always be ready for him, she knew, for as long as he wanted her.

Eric's hands gripped her hips roughly, possessively, and he drove himself deep into her core in one savage thrust. Christina cried out, sliding across the countertop, slick with her son's cum. He started to fuck her like a natural, like a master, like her master.

Christina laid her hands flat against the countertop and pushed back at her thrusting son. Her ass flattened against his rockhard abs. Her inner folds opened up for him, soaked him in her fluids, urged him on. The scent of him filled her nostrils, the delicious smell of his semen spreading across her chest and the counter.

She found her voice. "Yes, sweetie, oh fuck yes, fuck me, fuck Mommy, fuck that big cock into me. Make your mother cum on your big fucking cock, your big perfect fucking cock. You fill me up, so full, so fucking full, so delicious and perfect and..."

She had more nonsense to say, but her voice trailed off into a scream as a tremendous orgasm ripped through her plush form. Christina laid her cheek against the countertop, gasping and blinking like a fish on a wire as her son pounded into her over and over again. Pleasure exploded throughout her body. Her pussy throbbed, her heart thundered, her brain sparked with electricity.

And still Eric hammered into her. His fingertips dug into her flesh while his gorgeous cock tore through her.

Eric's breath came fast as his hips jabbed forward, driving deeper into his mother's welcoming pussy with each savage thrust. He couldn't get enough of her. She was too beautiful, too sexy, too wonderful. He wanted to make her feel as amazing as he felt, wanted to coax orgasm after orgasm out of her insanely curvy body. The blowjob gave him stamina he would not have had otherwise. The feelings of pleasure were so intense, it was as if his cock was electrified. He couldn't think straight. All he could concentrate on was fucking into his mother, over and over again, with as much force and speed as he could muster.

His legs shook. His shoulders bunched. His mother cried out, her voice rising in pitch as the assault went on unbroken. She was pushed up and over the kitchen island by the force of her son's thrusts. Her huge, semen soaked breasts squashed into the hard surface of the counter, leaving a slimy trail behind.

Christina wailed and shuddered beneath her son as she was overcome once more. Eric paused momentarily, gripping her hips and dragging her only a little roughly down off the counter, letting her heels settle on the floor once more. Not once did he remove himself from the warm prison of her pussy, and she retained the presence of mind to contract her inner walls around him, gripping and releasing, caressing his every inch.

With his mother settled in place once more, Eric started fucking her again. Christina looked over her shoulder at him, with her cheek still pressed against the sticky counter. Her full lips gaped, and cries of pleasure echoed from her mouth. The sound of flesh striking flesh filled the room, as well as the wet squelching of a thick cock driving into a soaking wet pussy.

Christina shivered in delight a third time, her blood boiling, her pussy weeping, as the pleasure center in her brain exploded. Her eyes rolled back and her vision blurred, replaced by stars and energy and light.

"Mom," Eric groaned. He could feel himself teetering on the edge. He thought he would last longer, but it was just too good, too intense, too amazing. "Mom, I'm going to cum."

"It's okay, baby," Christina said, her voice hoarse from screaming. "Fill Mommy up. Fill Mommy up with your juice."

Eric grunted. His fingers sank into Christina's flanks, leaving marks. He thrust forward, driving deep, nudging up against her cervix. His cock swelled and throbbed and began blasting ribbons of potent baby batter into his mother's core. His balls clenched like fists. His cock jerked and throbbed. Christina felt every spurt as his jism thundered from his cock, filling her full to bursting. She wished she could absorb it all, soak it up and devour it, but she felt his spend leaking from her lips, coating her thighs and Eric's balls and crotch.

Christina climaxed a fourth time, driven almost mad by the intense feelings of having her own son orgasm inside her.

Eric collapsed atop his mother, fighting to catch his breath. Christina mimicked him, gasping heavily as everything slowly returned to normal. After long moments, Eric extricated himself from the tangle, and helped his mother stand up. They were both still mostly clothed, although completely disheveled. Christina had semen leaking from her abused pussy and covering her chest, shoulders, and face. Slick trails of the stuff remained on the counter top as well.