Jennifer 03: Mother & Son

Her phone buzzed. A notification appeared, informing her that her order was mere minutes away now. She almost panicked a bit. What if it really was him? She stood at the kitchen window, monitoring the street outside, feeling a bit like a child waiting for christmas to happen. Her heart was beating fast now, and her legs started to feel weak.

Two long minutes later, a familiar black sedan stopped on the street just outside the yard of her house. Could it be...? Jennifer's heart started pumping even faster. The driver's door opened, and a tall, hot, young man with curly dark hair stepped out, holding a brown paper bag in his hand. It was him! Fuck, why was she feeling so anxious? He was hot, for sure. Andrew best hurry up home now. She would need a good... taking care of, after all that had happened over the course of this day and the previous one.

The doorbell rang, and Jennifer almost jumped. "Just a moment!" she shouted. She felt herself panicking. Somehow, she had to continue the saga of not-quite-flashing that she had started with this man. She was a dirty, exhibitionistic slut, and her body wouldn't simply let her get away with doing nothing.

And so, she rushed into the bathroom, threw off her slippers and house dress. What was she doing? Pretending that she had just gotten out of the shower? Who, in their right mind, started taking a shower when a delivery was just about to show up? It didn't matter. She turned on the shower, stuck her head under the stream to get her hair wet, then turned it back off. Still panicking slightly, she looked around for a towel, and picked up a random one that was lying on the floor. It wasn't nearly large enough to wrap around her body. Good.

Holding the towel up just above her breasts, making sure it covered all her private parts but not much else, she opened the door. She felt herself blush as she made eye contact with the delivery driver. He was so hot. "Hi, how are you?" she managed to say, as casually as she could muster. Behind the towel, her pussy started throbbing with desire.

"Just fine ma'am, and you?" the young man answered, and handed her a brown paper bag. She took it, and tried to think of what to do with this situation. Her mind stood completely still.

"Good, good," she responded, receiving the bag with one hand while the other struggled to keep the towel up. Had she not already had a date planned with Andrew, she might have invited him inside. "Thank you!" she continued, nodding nervously.

The young man in the doorway was quiet. He seemed to struggle to politely maintain eye contact and make sure that he wasn't ogling everything else that was on display. "Have a nice day now", he finally said, before turning around to walk back to his car.

Was that it? Jennifer's inner exhibitionist was somehow unsatisifed, almost angry with her. She had to do something. "Hey!" she yelled. The man turned around. "You too," she said with a smirk, and spun around on her heel. Her backside was completely naked. She made sure to wiggle her hips a little bit, giving him a good view of her big ass. There were times when she felt that it was too fat, but this was not one of them. This was a man who appreciated ladies with big butts, she imagined.

After the brief show, she closed the door, and slumped against the wall as she had done earlier that day. Her heart was pounding in her chest, like a jackhammer. Her nipples were super sensitive, standing out like two erasers. Between her legs, her pussy was throbbing and radiating heat. She must be soaked already, she thought, as a hand started wandering downwards, over her sensitive breasts and across her belly. Mustering all the willpower in the world, she stopped herself right when she felt her curly pubic hairs. Not now. She would be a good mommy, and save her orgasms for Andrew. He would be here soon, she hoped.

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The food definitely still held up for date nights, Jennifer thought to herself as she washed down a mouthful of creamy spaghetti with a big sip of white wine. This date night was very different from the ones in her past. For one, it was taking place at home. Not to mention the fact that she was on a "date" with her own son this time, instead of her ex-husband.

Could you really call this a date? She wasn't sure if it mattered. The tension, anxiety, and butterflies were all there, but for slightly different reasons than she was used to. Her son must feel it too, she thought, admiring the sexy young man sitting at the opposite end of the dinner table in the kitchen of her house. Andrew was wolfing down his food vigorously, as if trying to rush through the meal, while taking big gulps of wine from his own glass. His face was getting redder by the minute.

Jennifer had changed her outfit for the date with her son, replacing her wrinkly old house dress with a much nicer short-skirted black evening dress that went halfway down her thick thighs, and exposed her breasts to the point where here big pink areolas were visibly sticking out. No underwear of course. What would be the point? On her feet, she was wearing high-heeled sandals, with black leather straps that spun around her lower legs up to her knees. They framed her legs in such a way that when she stood up, she had an almost statuesque, amazonian air about her. The heels even made her a couple of inches taller than her son. Barefoot, it was the other way around.

She sat with her legs crossed under the table, her foot swinging restlessly from the upper one. The motion made the muscles in her thick thighs squeeze, pushing on her pulsating pebble of a clit from either side, sending jolts of desire through her body that surely made her flush. Had her dress not been dyed pitch black, the big wet spot on her ass would surely be visible by now. A faint scent of nail polish still lingered in the air. She had painted her finger- and toenails black to match her outfit, and put on just the right amount of makeup that she deemed to be "tastefully slutty".

"So... How is your sex life with Miriam?" she asked, trying to steer the conversation in the right direction. It was a clumsy question, she realized. Now was not the time to bring up other people. This was all about her and Andrew. Still, she had to admit to herself that she was curious, especially after hearing them go at it several nights in a row during her son's last visit. He had landed a stunningly beautiful girlfriend, and imagining the two of them fucking sent shivers through Jennifer's body.

"Uh... No problems there," Andrew tried to say light-heartedly, before taking another big gulp of wine. "Why do you ask about her, mom? I thought we were.... You know."

"We were what?" Jennifer asked. Her son looked so adorably nervous that she couldn't help but tease him a little. She let the question linger for a few seconds, watching his face turn a shade of red darker. "Just kidding, Andrew. Of course we are. But I can't be your girlfriend, you know. You have to be your own man, too, and that means... Being with other women. Or men, whatever you like."

Andrew went quiet again. Most of the dinner had been spent in silence. A tense, awkward, anxious, electric, and erotic silence. He wolfed down a few more bites of spaghetti, and took another sip of wine. Finally, he spoke. "Yeah, you're probably right. I just... This is weird, you know. But I wanna do it."

That was it. Jennifer wanted to do it too, so she stood up, determined to find out what exactly "it" was going to be. She grabbed her half-full glass of wine from the table, and started walking around it in a wide arch, slowly, swaying her hips. Her heels clicked on the kitchen floor, and she kept her eyes focused on her son. She had an idea in her head, and what she was about to do was completely crazy considering the familial relationship of the guy on the receiving end. He was eyeing her from head to toe as she approached his side, checking out his mother's tall, curvy body.

With a rough sweep of her arm, she moved his almost-finished dinner and half-full wine glass over to her side of the table. Then, she lied down on her back across the table, presenting herself to her son. She brought her knees up, and arched her back slightly, letting her dress fall back a bit at her sides, revealing the side of her thick ass just past her waistline, to show him that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. The stiletto heels of her shoes were probably leaving deep marks in the table, but she didn't care.

Her son's blue eyes were wide, his head moving from side to side, checking out his mom's body, which was barely covered up by the flimsy black dress. She grabbed his glass of wine and tipped it carefully into her mouth so she could take a sip, before tipping it all the way, letting the remaining contents spill out all over her neck and chest. It was cold and sticky. "Oops," she said. "I seem to have spilled your wine all over myself. You'll have to drink it from my body now." What a cheesy line. It would have to do.

Andrew just stared. He seemed to be completely petrified. Clearly, he could use some encouragement. Jennifer grabbed the back of his head, shoving his face into her sticky, wine-covered chest, where her heavy breasts were falling to either side of her body. For a few seconds, she felt a bit insecure about them, thinking that girls her son's age must all have perfect, perky tits that stood right up. The thoughts were quickly erased, as she felt her son's tongue starting to lick her up all over. Moaning softly, she released her hand from his head, letting him roam freely.

"Oh god yes," Jennifer blurted out as her son pulled each of her big mommy titties out from under her dress. The nipples were thick and stiff, like enlarged pencil erasers, protruding from wide, pink areolas. He squeezed her breasts together and took both nipples into his mouth, sucking them in hard against his teeth. "Haaaaaaaaaah," Jennifer yelped involuntarily, as waves of pleasure traveled from her breasts to her pussy.

She simply relaxed, and enjoyed the sensation of her breasts being sucked, until the electric vibrations in her pussy started getting too intense to ignore. "Hey Andrew," she said, grabbing her own glass of wine. "Come drink some more." She took a big sip into her mouth, but didn't swallow. Instead, she let the wine linger in her mouth, with her tongue sticking out slightly.

Her son looked up from her tits, and scooted himself along the table to better position himself for a kiss. With lips parted, he lowered his head and pressed them against his mom's, twirling his tongue around in her wine-filled mouth. Jennifer responded by grabbing his hair, swallowing the wine so she could breathe, and pressing her own tongue right back at him.

They made out like this for several minutes, Andrew's hands flying all over Jennifer's warm body. Caressing her belly and breasts, playing with her nipples, softly grabbing her neck. Finally, she felt his right hand caressing the leg that was closest to him, starting where the sandal straps ended, moving past her knee and along her inner thigh towards her throbbing pussy. Jennifer broke the long kiss, breathing heavily, and gave her son a look of approval.

"Mmmmm, yes, go for it," she moaned, as she felt him lift her dress up past her belly button, exposing her wet pussy with the neatly trimmed blonde bush to the hot air around them. "I am all yours."

A gasp escaped her mouth as she felt her son's fingers starting to rub her clit through the hood. It felt a bit rough. He could use some lubrication. "Is that good?" he asked sheepishly.

Jennifer smiled. What a gentleman she had raised. "That's the right spot, honey, but you need to get your fingers wet first. Never go in dry!" she lectured him. There was no way her pussy wasn't completely drenched by now. She expected him to stick his fingers into her pussy hole for wetness, as she always did when she wanted to rub herself off to a clitoral orgasm, but he seemed to stall a bit.

"Oh, give it here," she said, grabbing his hand away from her pussy. One day, Miriam would thank her for this lesson, she thought. "Saliva is a decent lubricant to get started." Andrew looked a bit stupefied, and stuck two fingers into his own mouth. Jennifer couldn't help but giggle at that. "I should have been more specific," she continued, moving his hand to her face and sticking the same fingers into her own mouth. She took them in deep, feeling them tickle the back of her throat, making her gag slightly to increase saliva production.

"If you have a good girl at your hands, you can skip this part and use her pussy juices," she continued lecturing after removing Andrew's fingers from her mouth with a loud gasp. "Tell me, is mommy wet enough?"

Andrew looked down at her pussy. "Fuck yes, mom. Damn, you're making a mess on the table!" he informed her.

"Good. Get your fingers all slick with mommy's juices, then go back to rubbing my clit as you were. And don't forget to give the rest of my body some attention," she said, squeezing her tits in her own hands, twisting her nipples with her fingers.

"Okay mom," her son said. What a good boy. His fingers easily slipped into Jennifer's sopping cunt, making her moan involuntarily. Then, he brought them out, and started rubbing her clit at a nice, steady pace. He threw himself at his mother's neck, kissing down to her chest, until he had one of her nipples in his mouth. His free hand started playing with the other one.

"Oh god yes. Just like that," Jennifer continued to instruct. "Just keep this up now, and make sure you maintain a steady rhythm." Her son obeyed silently. She caressed his head as he sucked and played with her nipples, his fingers between her legs making circles around her pulsing nub of a clit.

Pleasure washed over Jennifer's body in waves with each lap her son made around her clit. She started tensing up, feeling her toes curl, digging her stilettos deeper into the wooden table. Her gasping breaths were interspersed with loud moans. She would have an orgasm soon, there was no doubt. Her eyes closed tightly as the pleasure intensified.

"You're soooo good, Andrew. I'm going to come now," she said as her back arched and her arms stretched out to her sides, pushing an empty wine glass onto the floor with a loud crash. "Fuuuuuuck yesssssss!" Her slick thighs clamped tightly around her son's wrist as she started thrashing, fully succumbing to the orgasmic pleasure that radiated through her body. Bright floaters appeared behind her eyelids as she squeezed them shut.

Jennifer panted as her orgasm subsided. "Wow," she blurted out. "That was incredible. Do you make Miriam come like that?"

Andrew looked doubtful. "Kind of. I mean, not like that. Damn mom, I thought you were going to explode!"

Jennifer grinned. She would, very soon, she knew. "Well, now you know how. Make her a happy girlfriend next time you see her." Her legs finally relaxed after being cramped up through the intense orgasm, and she let her knees fall to either side with her feet together, spreading her pussy open even further.

Suddenly, her son seemed to get something mischievous in his eyes. "Let me try something," he said, and pressed Jennifer down against the table by her chest with one hand. His other hand, which was still slick with his mom's creamy juices, inserted its middle and ring fingers into her sloppy cunt. Jennifer squealed. Finally, he was taking some initiative of his own. She couldn't help but giggle as she felt him digging around inside of her.

"Oh fu... Aaaaaaaaaah!" Jennifer all but screamed, as her sons fingers started pounding up and down against the front wall of her pussy, his hand down there keeping a steady grip that she could never wriggle her way out of. Where had he learned this technique? A second orgasm started building quickly, different and way more intense than the previous one. She kicked her legs out and started thrashing about as she lost control, becoming one with the pleasure filling her up from her cunt. With a spasm, she pushed her son's fingers out of her, as hot streams of clear liquid squirted out of her, one after the other, spraying down the kitchen like a garden hose. One of them hit a postcard that was attached to the fridge with a magnet, making it fall to the floor with a thud.

"Holy shit, mom!" Andrew said with a shocked tone. Jennifer was too busy spasming in the throes of pleasure to respond. "I didn't know you could do that. That is so fucking hot."

His mom lay on the table, panting with exertion. "Didn't you... Huff... Didn't you watch me fuck myself yesterday already? I've been a squirter for a while now!" she asked him playfully.

"Yeah... It was a bit of a weird angle though. Seeing you like this... Just wow," her son responded. She looked down at his crotch, where his erection was bulging out, throbbing. He was rubbing it through his shorts now. "Can you... do it again?"

Jennifer laughed. Thank god her son enjoyed a woman who could squirt. She realized that not all men were up for that. "Oh I can keep going, just gotta make sure to stay hydrated." She propped herself up on her arms to sit up, feeling her ass glide around in the messy puddle that her wetness and squirt had created.

Her eager cunt was still aching for more. She spun around in her cum puddle to face her son, grabbed his tight body, pulling his T-shirt over his head and throwing it away. Then, she pulled him in for a deep kiss as she started digging at his shorts, failing clumsily to pull them off. Andrew did it for her, pulling them down to his bare feet, and kicking them away into a corner of the kitchen. His rock hard cock sprung up, throbbing and glistening. God, Jennifer wanted her son to fuck her cunt until she lost the ability to speak.

She pulled her dress over her shoulders, and threw it somewhere on the floor. She didn't care where. Finally, she was completely naked with her son, his cock mere inches away from her needy cunt. She laid back on the table, hanging her head off the other side, and pushed her breasts together so she could easily play with them. Behind her was a big window to the outside world. The light had started to dim, and she could see her own reflection in the window. She was a wet, horny mess, her face upside-down with her long blonde hair flowing out beneath.

Throwing her long legs up, she let them bend slightly, and rested her heels on Andrew's shoulders. She allowed herself to admire her own sexiness, as the strappy sandals made her legs look like those of a proper seductress. They were definitely some of her favorite "fuck me"-shoes, and today had certainly earned them a spot in that category. She had to make sure that her son knew. "Fuck me," she said. "Fuck your mommy's wet, desperate cunt with your hard young cock."

"Holy shit," her son muttered under his breath. He grabbed on to his mom's legs and shoved the whole length of his shaft into her with one strong thrust. Jennifer screamed out in pleasure, looking at her reflection and the street outside her house. The occasional car was driving by. If any of her neighbors were out and about, they would get a good view of the blonde divorced mom-next-door getting fucked hard by her own son. The thought made Jennifer melt with hotness.

She was getting fucked hard indeed. Her son's pelvis pounded against her with each thrust, his balls smacking against her ass, making her yelp with pleasure. God, his dick felt so good inside her. Jennifer gave her own reflection a grin before she decided to close her eyes and just succumb to the pleasure.

She saw stars behind her eyelids, just like in the old cartoons, as her world became one long orgasm, ebbing out and flowing through her body like a tidal wave. With each peak, she felt her cunt tighten and push her son's cock out, squirting her cum all over his body with a splashing noise, making the floor all slippery. She didn't care what kind of noise she was making, or what kind of mess she made. She just let it all out.