Jennifer 03: Mother & Son

Jennifer was seated at the kitchen table, accompanied by her son Andrew, sitting on the opposite side. The tension in the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Mere minutes ago, they had caught each other masturbating. Andrew had been standing in the hallway, stroking his cock while watching his mother through the gap in her open bedroom door, as she fucked herself silly with a rabbit vibrator. She had been streaming it for potentially the whole world to see, too, but hopefully, her son was not aware of that.

Jennifer had thrown on a long white bathrobe, in a hasty attempt to provide herself with some semblance of modesty. Underneath it, she was still wearing the slutty, sexy outfit she had picked out for the cam show. A sloppily buttoned white blouse covered her upper body and her heavy, red-flushed breasts, which were hanging freely underneath. Finding comfortable bras for her large breasts was an ordeal, and for this reason, she pretty much always went braless at home. That, and the stimulation it provided her constantly stiff mommy nipples.

Her legs were still clad in sheer black stockings and high-heeled pumps, below a grey pencil skirt, chosen for the secretary-esque vibe it gave off. They were still trembling slightly from her recent orgasms, the stockings and hem of the skirt visibly soaked from her voluminous squirting. She was painfully aware of her throbbing pussy, which was still leaking with desire, further wetting her skirt and robe. A few light touches would probably send her off into orgasm-land again. This sensation, combined with the residing tension and awkwardness between her and her son, resulted in a very strange feeling. Would she finally break the taboo?

Andrew had grown into quite a stud at the young age of 18. He had started college earlier this year, but still visited his mother at home frequently, occasionally bringing his girlfriend Miriam along. He had an older sister, Alyssa, aged 21, who was studying at a different college. Sadly for Jennifer, her daughter did not come visit her as frequently these days.

Fidgeting with his phone and looking around the kitchen at anything and everything except his mother, Jennifer couldn't help but admire her son's good looks. She was a tall woman at 5'9", but he was taller still, standing a few inches above six feet. His hair was light brown, slightly darker than Jennifer's and Alyssa's natural blonde, and he had gorgeous blue eyes like the rest of the family. His body was well sculpted, to say the least. Slim, with taut muscles, he was built like a true athlete.

Jennifer struggled with guilt over finding her son so hot. She knew that it was wrong. Yet, it had been he who had crept up his own mother as she masturbated, jerking his hard cock at the show she had unknowingly given not just to the world, but her son as well. Was it really that wrong, if they were both into it? Nobody else had to find out. How could it possibly be wrong if it made them both feel good?

"Do you want to talk about what just happened?" she finally said, after long, awkward minutes of silence and pondering.

Her son blew a long, exasperated breath through his teeth, while continuing to look at everything in the kitchen except his mother. He seemed to be going through some kind of internal struggle, which was definitely understandable. Plenty of boys his age were into older women, Jennifer thought for sure, but how many of them fancied their own mothers? That must be tough to deal with.

Seeing her son struggle awoke a motherly instinct within Jennifer. She would take the lead and guide him through this, whichever direction he wanted to take it in. As long as it helped ease the burden he was so obviously struggling to carry right now. She knew which direction *she* wanted to take it in, for sure. She loved her kids more than anything in the whole universe, and her stud of a son had grown into such a sexy man, she could barely take her eyes off him. That probably explained why her pussy would not stop dripping, even though her last orgasm had subsided quite a few minutes ago now.

She stood up and walked slowly around the table, high heels clicking against the kitchen floor. Andrew was staring at his phone now, holding it so tightly in his hands that his arms were visibly shaking. Poor guy.

Once she had rounded the table and arrived at her son's side, she placed a soft hand on his back. His shoulders tensed up something fierce. He was wearing a plain t-shirt and boxers, the same outfit he had been jerking off in a short while ago. Jennifer wondered if his cock was still hard, as she couldn't see his crotch from this angle.

"Honey, I love you so so much. Words cannot even express..." Jennifer said, sighing softly as she tried to think of what to say next. "I don't ever want to make you feel uncomfortable, or weird, or force you to do something against your will. Always remember that." His shoulders seemed to relax the tiniest bit at that. "I saw what you were doing, and you were clearly watching me. You liked it, there's no hiding from that. And, truth be told, I liked it too. You have grown up to become a very sexy man, and I hope you know that."

Andrew put the phone on the table and slumped back in the chair, still tense, with an intense expression on his face. His mother's hand was stroking his back softly, running its fingers from his neck to halfway down his spine. She wasn't sure what else to say, how to continue this conversation. How to... escalate it. But she had to try.

Jennifer swallowed heavily. "If you want to... explore this more, I am here for you. It will be our secret, I promise." She allowed a few of her fingers to go past his neck, feeling his soft hairs between their tips.

Her son stood up, blue eyes tense and squinting, looking at something on the other side of the kitchen wall. He tried to cover up the tent in his shorts raised by his erect cock with his hands, but it was too late, Jennifer had already seen it. At least his body was still into it.

"Mom, I really don't know what to say," Andrew said. "This is just... too much. Shit, I have Miriam to think about too, what I did was wrong. I feel like I pretty much just cheated on her with you."

"Andrew, dear, we are family. There is no such thing as 'cheating', when it comes to us. Trust me," Jennifer tried to explain. She wasn't quite sure if she believed what she was saying.

"Yeah, maybe... but still!" Andrew raised a hand to point at his mother, revealing his erection tent in all its glory. Jennifer couldn't help but crack a smile at that. Andrew put his hand back down, face turning even redder than before. "Fuck, I just don't know. I don't know..."

Jennifer embraced her son in a tight hug, almost out of instinct of seeing him so flustered. His cock pressed into her hips. He was harder than steel, and his body remained just as stiff. "It's a lot to process. For me too," she said. "I just want you to feel comfortable and... loved. It's what mothers want for their children, that's all. I don't think there is anything wrong with exploring ways of expressing that, you know?"

Andrew was stiff as a plank. He broke free from his mother's tight embrace, finally looking her in the eyes. "I really don't know,mom. This is weird. I need to think about it," he said, and took off running up the stairs. She heard his bedroom door close.

Standing alone in the kitchen, wearing the strange outfit made up of her "slutty secretary" getup covered by a long white bathrobe, Jennifer struggled to discern the intense emotions that were glowing throughout her body. There was the shame and awkwardness of breaking such a heavy taboo. There was the intense love she felt for her son. And, most of all, there was lust and horniness. Her pussy was virtually on fire from the orgasms she had pounded out of herself earlier, and feeling her son's erection pressed against her had only left it wanting more.

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Jennifer unstrapped her open-toed pumps, and placed them neatly back in their designated place in her shoe collection. Then, she threw off her robe and started peeling off the rest of her garments. Blouse, skirt, and stockings. They all went into the laundry hamper, since they were stained through with her sweat and cum. Laundry had recently become the most frequently done chore in her household, as Jennifer kept squirting all over her clothes and bed sheets during her sexual escapades.

Finally naked, she laid down in her messy bed, and grabbed her phone. There was a message from Dominan. Damn! She had ended the show suddenly, without awaiting his instruction. Would he be angry with her? With nervous fingers, she swiped the message onto her screen so she could read it.

"My Jennifer,

The show was amazing. The audience and I loved it. It seemed to end quite abruptly, however. Is everything alright with you?

Your Dominan"

Jennifer sighed, a sigh of relief. He wasn't mad, and she was certainly glad that he had enjoyed it. Her free hand slid down her body towards her mound, caressing her trimmed, curly, blonde bush, crossing the "hill" and slipping two fingers into her pussy. She moaned softly at the sensation. Pulling her fingers away, she saw a long, thick string of creamy juices attached to them, glistening in the dim light of her bedside lamp. She snapped a few pictures of this with her phone, making sure the cum string was clearly visible in at least one of them, and sent it to Dominan without any words attached. Hopefully, that response would satisfy him.

She plunged the two fingers back into her sopping pussy hole, and started fingering herself into a frenzy. Her legs were spread wide, curled toes grasping the bed sheets, making an even bigger mess of them. Her index and middle finger stabbed in and out of her leaking cunt, making loud squishy noises. She made sure they rubbed against the front wall of her pussy, where her sweet spot was located, and slapped her palm hard against her pulsing nub of a clit with each thrust.

Loud moans flowed out of her mouth as she started arching her back, as if she wanted to make sure Andrew could hear. And she did. She wanted him to come in and replace her fingers with his throbbing cock. She wanted to fuck her son so badly. The taboo didn't matter to her anymore, as the sexual frenzy had taken over completely.

Her pussy started squirting, splashing a warm, clear liquid all over herself and the bed as an intense orgasm conquered her. Her legs almost tore the sheet beneath her in two. She was all but screaming, wishing that Andrew was there to lap up her cum from her body with his tongue.

As the orgasm subsided and her tense body stopped shaking, Jennifer started drifting off to sleep, exhausted from the adventures of the day. She briefly thought of investing in some rubber sheets so she didn't have to constantly wash her bedding. The darkness of a long, dreamless sleep overtook her before she could finish the thought.

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The next morning, Jennifer was in the kitchen preparing breakfast for herself and Andrew. He was still sleeping. Boys his age seemed to sleep in a lot. Jennifer was very much non-subtly trying to wake him up, with music blasting from the radio, and the rich smell of bacon, eggs, and sausage sizzling in a big pan on the stove.

She was wearing soft slippers made of felt, and a strappy blue house dress that went down to just above her knees. Nothing underneath, as usual. As she worked the kitchen, she fantasized about her son sneaking up from behind, reaching under her dress to fondle her heavy mommy tits with his strong arms. Lifting up the hem to expose her dripping sex, caressing her soft pubic hairs...

Her fantasies were interrupted by the coarse morning voice of a young man standing in the doorway behind her. "Good morning, mom. Do you have to play that so loud?"

Jennifer turned around. Her son was standing in the doorway to the kitchen, wearing the same outfit as before. She smiled when she saw that he made no effort to conceal the morning wood tent in his boxer shorts. "Good morning, sweetie! Breakfast is just about ready, I couldn't let you sleep until it goes cold." She turned her back to him, facing the stove once more, and licked her lips. God, he was so sexy. A familiar, tingling sensation started rising up from her pussy.

She put the sizzling pan on a cork pad on the dinner table. Andrew pulled a couple of glasses out of the cupboards, grabbed a pitcher of orange juice from the fridge, and continued to help setting the table. Jennifer sat down, full on admiring her son as he neatly placed a couple of plates and utensil sets on the table, one in front of his mother, and another on the opposite end. A hot young man helping out with the housework was enough to make his mom's pussy ache with desire, fogging her mind and preventing her from focusing on anything else.

Andrew sat down and started filling his plate with breakfast foods from the pan. Jennifer was sitting with her hands clasped tightly in front of her mouth, hiding a slutty smirk. "So..." she said, leaving the single word hanging in the air with a long pause.

It was enough to make her son blush. He turned his face up briefly, giving his mother a strained look, before looking back down at his plate. Jennifer decided to let the tension linger a bit, saying nothing as she filled her own plate with food, and poured herself a cold glass of OJ. While she enjoyed being a tease, she knew that she would have to control of the situation sooner rather than later. The whole thing was definitely too weird for Andrew, given his youth and inexperience.

"How's breakfast?" she asked, as innocently as she could.

"It's great, ma," her son responded without looking up.

"Have you given any more thought to... What happened yesterday?" Jennifer asked, feeling her heartbeat increase rapidly. This was it. Her son was chewing absent-mindedly, looking thoughtfully to his side. In a spur of the moment, she dropped a felt slipper from her foot onto the floor, and stretched her long leg out under the table, until she felt it make contact with Andrew. Slowly and gently, she caressed started caressing him with her foot, running it up from his ankle to his knee, feeling his soft leg hairs between her toes. Her son stiffened up at this. In more than one way, she hoped, remembering the sight of his morning wood tent mere minutes ago.

"I have," Andrew finally said, with a surprising amount of determination. He steeled himself, swallowed hard, and looked his mother in the eyes. "I... I love you mom. And, I think you're hot. Very hot. I didn't notice until recently... You're just... I don't know what else to say." He finished off with a nervous chuckle, which Jennifer found endearing. She put her foot back in the slipper and gave her son a beaming smile. All she had to do now was... make it happen, somehow.

"Still, it's weird. Like, really weird. I hope you understand," he continued. Jennifer nodded. It really was. "I have to go into town to run some errands for college today, pick up some books and stuff. But after that I'm... free to hang out, I guess." Another nervous chuckle.

"How about a mom & son dinner afterwards then?" Jennifer suggested. "Tell you what, I'll order a delivery, something fancy and italian. We can open a bottle of wine. I know you've been drinking in college, young man." The last part was said in a playful but accusatory tone. She hoped that was a correct assumption, as it would help loosen him up later.

"Sure, sounds good," Andrew agreed enthusiastically. "Wow, I can't believe this is happening."

"That what is happening?" Jennifer teased. Her son's face turned beet red. "Just kidding. We'll see what happens later, won't we?"

Shortly thereafter, the two of them had finished eating breakfast, and Andrew had been upstairs in his room to throw on some more clothes for his trip downtown. They stood in the hallway of the house, Andrew had just put his shoes on and was about to leave. Just as before, the air was thick with tension, as mother and son looked at each other with lustful eyes.

Jennifer took a few steps forward, embracing her son in a tight hug, pressing her cheek against his before leaning back a bit to look him in the eye. His arms were wrapped around his mother's back, and he was staring down at the generous cleavage provided by her dress and lack of bra. He could probably see her big nipples from that angle, or so she hoped. "See anything you like?" she asked teasingly.

Andrew looked up into her eyes, his face turning red again, as if he had been caught committing a heinous crime. His mother just smiled slyly, and gave him a quick, soft kiss on the lips. He seemed to like that, as his strong hand grabbed the back of Jennifer's head, and he planted a long kiss on her lips in return. His tongue forced its way between his mother's lips, tasting the inside of her mouth. Wow, Jennifer had not expected that. She let out a surprised moan into her son's mouth.

"I should be back in about four hours. I'll text you if there are any delays," Andrew said and took a step back, breaking their embrace. He eyed his mother up and down, and licked his lips briefly. "See you later, mom!" He exited through the front door, closing it behind him.

As Jennifer heard her son's car start and take off from the driveway, she slumped against the wall next to the door, exhaling loudly. Her body was tense, hot, tingling. Almost trembling. She could not recall ever feeling so horny and full of lust ever before. Her body needed a release, and it needed one now.

Her left hand dove into her cleavage, finding a stiff nipple to twist and tug on, sending jolts of pleasure through her abdomen and into her aching sex. She allowed herself to moan as much as she needed to now that she was alone in the house. Her right hand lifted up her dress and quickly found its way to her pussy. It was hot like a furnace, juices dripping down her thighs. Her little clit felt like a solid pebble under the folds of its hood.

Wasting no time, she plunged her middle and ring fingers into her sopping cunt, pressing her palm against her clit and grabbing her front vaginal wall like a vice grip. Her sweet spot was swollen and spongy, and she fucked it hard with the tips of her fingers. Creamy pussy juices were leaking into the palm of her hand in copious amounts, as she felt the unstoppable wave of an orgasm take hold of her body.

"Andrew, pleeeeeeease," she screamed, as a long, hot stream of clear liquid squirted out of her urethra, flooding her hand, splashing her legs and the hallway floor. This orgasm was so intense, Jennifer doubted that she would make it all the way through. All of her muscles seemed to tense up, as her body became a writhing mess of pleasure. She seemed to blink in and out of reality, as stars filled her vision behind her shut eyelids, almost like a cartoon.

Finally, she slumped down on the floor, her thick ass landing right in the puddle her orgasm had created. She had survived.

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Over the next few hours, Jennifer kept herself busy by doing a load of laundry, and cleaning up the mess she had made in the hallway. Dealing with her post-orgasm mayhem was starting to become quite the frequent chore in her daily routine. Still, it helped to pass the time while waiting for her son to come back, and distract her from the craving ache radiating out of her pussy.

As the time of Andrew's return home started to creep closer and closer, Jennifer placed an order for the dinner that she had promised. Two pasta dishes from an upscale italian restaurant, located about halfway to the city center from her house. Back when she was married, it had been her favorite "date night" location. Hopefully, their food still held up.

Jennifer thought about the last two times she had ordered delivery, how her orders had been taken to her by the same hot, young man with curly dark hair both times. How she all but flashed him each time she opened the door for him. God, what if it was him who was driving with her order, this time too? Did he fancy her, and wait for her specifically to place an order? Part of her almost hoped that was true. The thought of their previous encounters made her pussy tingle. Fuck, she hoped Andrew would be home soon.