Ever Notice? Ch. 09

"Well," Christina said.

"Was that good for you?" Eric said, smiling and breathing heavily.

Christina swatted him on the arm. She looked at him, really looked at him, marveling at how handsome and grown up he looked. She could still see the little boy she had raised in there, but Eric had become an adult. Somehow, when she wasn't looking, her little boy became a man. She could still smell him on her, and feel his jism cooling on her flesh. He had sprayed his fluids on her, marking her, claiming her as his mate.

Christina reached up and cupped Eric's chin. He leaned down, finding her lips, and they kissed as tenderly now as their coupling had been furious. "I love you so much, Eric."

"I love you, Mom."

She stepped back, looked down at the mess of her clothes, at her son with his pants around his ankles and his thick cock dangling between his legs, coated with their combined juices.

"Should we get cleaned up, or...?"

Eric smiled. "You look beautiful, Mom." He reached out and began unbuttoning her blouse. He traced a hand through the cum on her breasts and brought his fingers up to her cheek, leaving a trail of silvery fluid across her face. "You're mine, Mom. My mother, my lover, my woman." He kissed her again.

They couldn't divest themselves of their clothes quickly enough. They laughed as they tripped over their garments and one another, stumbling across the kitchen, down the hall, leaving a trail of fabric in their wake, as they hurried into the living room.

With his mother naked save for stockings and jewelry, Eric felt blood rushing to his crotch, engorging his thick member once more. Christina swept an appreciative hand along its length.

They made love on the sofa, just like the first time. They were careful and slow, tender and loving. Eric took his time, teasing her folds with fingers, lips, and cock. Kneading and kissing each breast, tweaking and nibbling on her nipples. He trailed kisses along her inner thigh, sucked toes into his mouth, tickled her belly. He licked her throat. His lips and teeth tortured her earlobe, once she tugged the earring free. Eric painted her nipples with precum, made her lips glisten, and dripped juices into her belly button.

Christina ran her hands over Eric's shoulders and chest and hips. She jerked his rampant cock slowly with both hands, gently squeezing the head and fondling his balls. Her tongue wrestled his, almost to submission, and licked coital fluids off his cock. She kissed his lips, his throat, his nipples, his abdomen. She squeezed the tight muscles of his perfect ass, and trailed her fingers featherlight across his powerful thighs. She trapped his huge cock between her massive tits and swept them up and down, raining kisses on the weeping crown.

When he entered her, finally, she sighed. Her moist cavern welcomed his towering dick happily, eagerly. He drove forward slowly, inch by inch, teasing out the pleasure, until her thighs shook and her hips shivered, and when he finally bottomed out, she came suddenly. An echoing crescendo that shivered through her pneumatic frame for agonizingly pleasureable minutes, a climax that seemed to build and build and go on and on as he slowly fucked in and out of her, riding her expertly.

Riding her as if he'd been doing it all his life, or as if he'd been born to it. Christina could remember fucking eighteen year olds before, and that had never been as good as this, as good as fucking her son felt.

Christina lost track of the orgasms Eric coaxed out of her. She just let each one take her away, driving her increasingly madder and madder, turning her pussy into a scalding, churning thing. Hot and itchy and needing relief.

And finally, relief came. Eric exploded inside her, erupting volcanically deep inside her most intimate recesses, depositing another unending load of precious cum in his mother's womb. He howled her name in wordless agony as his tremendous cock throbbed and swelled and spat its precious cargo. Ribbons of spunk filled her up, cooling her down, soothing her insatiable cunt, driving her finally over the edge into a mind-shattering climax that took her away.

Eric came down from his own orgasm with shuddering, gasping breaths. He wiped sweat out of his eyes and slowly pulled his softening cock from the welcoming embrace of his mother's pussy. A flow of semen began to leak out of her.

Eric was about to say something, until he realized that his mother was unconscious. "Mom?" he said anxiously. Lightly he tapped her cheeks. "Mom? Are you okay?"

Christina blinked. Her eyes opened slowly. It took another few moments for them to focus. When they finally did, she smiled blearily. "You fucked me out cold, sweetie," she said with a raspy voice. She coughed, clearing her throat, and started to sit up. Eric helped her.

Christina cupped her pussy with one hand unselfconsciously, not quite halting the flow. Her fingers were soon dripping with silvery goo, and she couldn't resist the temptation to bring them to her lips and lick them clean.

Eric's cock began to swell and regain definition as he watched her. Christina laughed and licked her lips. "I can't believe you. You're ready again already."

Eric blushed slightly, but smiled. "I keep telling you, Mom, I can't help it. You're so sexy and gorgeous." He laughed and added, "And dirty."

"Dirty? Yes, I am that," Christina said with an answering laugh. She traced fingers along her left breast, coated with sweat and semen. She imagined how she must look, with hair mussed and makeup smeared and coital fluids all over her body. "And I do need a shower. A good, long soak under hot water and a good scrubbing. Going to join me?"

"Yeah, of course."

Eric followed his mother up the stairs, admiring the flex of her thighs and the way her full ass moved with each step.

"So you think I'm dirty, do you?" Christina asked with a laugh. "For a moment there in the kitchen, I thought you were going to fuck me in the ass."

"Really? I didn't even think... would you do that, Mom?"

Christina paused at the top of the steps to take her son's hand. "I'm honestly not sure. I've never done that, with anyone. And you are rather large." She eyed the semi-hard root swinging between his legs. "I suppose we could think about it. I'd have to prepare myself, probably.

"Still... your cock would be the first one ever in my ass. It would be sort of like giving you my virginity. Sharing something special and nasty with my boy.

"I tell you what, I'll see what I can find out, and maybe you'll get a special gift from me for your graduation. What do you think about that?"

Eric's head spun. "Okay," he said finally. "That would be pretty awesome."

"So it's agreed, then?" Christina said with a laugh. Her son's dumfounded and lustful expression was so damn cute. He nodded, eliciting another girlish giggle.

They fooled around a little bit in the shower, but Christina seemed content to do just that, and although Eric's horniness had barely subsided, he was content just to be with her. To feel her plush, gorgeous body, slickened with water and sudsy with soap, against his as they washed and cuddled. They discussed inconsequential things, kissed and hugged and held one another under the warm spray of water.

Both of them began to feel sleepy. Naked and dry, they slid under the covers of Christina's bed together. Christina yawned with jaw-cracking intensity.

"I'm sorry, sweetie. The spirit is willing, but my body is just exhausted."

"I'm tired too, Mom," Eric said, although more to be accommodating than because there was much truth to the statement.

"I'm going to miss this," Christina said. "Lying close to you, feeling your arm around me." She smiled. "Your dick digging into my thigh. I mean, I'm going to miss the sex, too, but just this, being with you... I miss you already, sweetie."

"It's only going to be a few weeks. I... I talked to that guy, Bill, today, about transferring in to the local college. I think I could do a semester at NDSU, and then I'd be back here by Christmas."

Christina opened sleepy eyes. She smiled broadly and kissed her son deeply. "That makes me very happy, Eric. Very, very happy."

"Me too, Mom. Me too." Christina snuggled in closer to Eric, laying her head on his shoulder. Her eyes closed, but she still had a smile on her face as she drifted off to sleep.

Eric watched her silently in the dark. He felt content. He didn't know what exactly the future might bring for him and his mother, but he felt confident knowing they would face it together. He smiled himself, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.