On the Loveseat Ch. 17

Mom stood back up grinning widely. She made to kiss me and I pulled back nervously, which earned me a pat on my cheek instead.

"Thank you honey. You are still delicious." Mom blew me a kiss, wiped at her knees, then headed back into the house.

I shook my head with my pants still around my knees and my dick shriveling with mom's exit. Mom still confounded and amazed me.

It wasn't long after that that dad came home. He looked more cheerful than usual and mom greeted him with her usual kiss on the cheek. It was only when I saw dampness on dad's face that I scowled at mom. She looked back at me with curiosity. I wasn't able to get her aside to talk to her as dad announced that he had big news. I saw mom's face drop at that. The last big news dad had announced had led to a fight between them. I grew worried also.

Dad told us, mom and I mostly, as the younger pair seemed uninterested as dad spoke, that the company had already seen an increase in business from the company trip they had invested in. As a result, the management team was taking the employees out for a night of celebration. Dad watched mom closely when he said that this party was limited to employees only, not even spouses were being invited. Mom's face showed no reaction to this bit of info. Dad continued hesitantly. He told mom that he would tell them that he couldn't make it if it would cause a problem between the two of them. Clearly, dad didn't want a repeat of the iciness around the house after the last company event. I breathed a sigh when mom broke into a smile. She told him happily that he had earned his reward and that she was okay with it if he wanted to go out with his coworkers and celebrate their success. I saw dad take a deep breath then. He added that the party was being planned for the next Saturday night, assuming she didn't have other plans for them.

"When was the last time we had any plans, for a Saturday or any other night?" Mom's smile wilted and the room temperature dropped a few degrees.

For as perceptive as mom claimed dad was, he didn't seem to catch the scorn in her voice.

He just said, "Okay, then."

Mom reminded him Spring Break next week and that the three of us would be out of school. Not that that affected dad going out for an evening. I wondered why she even brought it up, as it was common knowledge. The family wasn't going anywhere and I had changed my plans. Would we be doing anything with dad gone? I looked pointedly at mom until she caught my stare and gave me a slight nod, wordlessly understanding my questioning glance.

I caught mom later and scolded her about her kiss with dad. She just looked back at me blankly.

"Remember when you told me that I had to still respect dad. That goes for you too."

"You're right. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I wouldn't have done it with you and I shouldn't have done it to him either." Mom's eyes were downcast in repentance. I shivered at the thought of mom pulling something like that with me.

"So, we're going to do something while dad's out?" I changed the subject.

"I'm sure we will be able to find something to occupy our time." Mom said with a sly grin as she lifted her head. She saw the look that came over my face.

"It won't be any sex extravaganza like last time!" She warned.

"Aunt Jessica?" I asked hopeful.

"I'd rather keep it just the two of us. Besides, it seems like this new guy might be something." Mom said with a studious look at me.

"Are you saying I might not be getting anymore auntie booty calls?"

"Jeremy! That's a crude thing to ask." Mom gasped.

"Yeah, I guess it is. I hope it works out for her. I want her to be happy. I've told her that I never expected anything with us, that it was always just physical. I mean, I do love her, but as my aunt. Not like you." It still struck me how awkward it was to be talking about my sex life with mom, and with the subject being her sister! That mom and I were also having sex didn't make it any less awkward, only more bizarre.

"Besides," I continued as I stared in mom's eyes. "I'd rather it was just the two of us also." I hoped my tone conveyed my feelings.

"Even if you could have us both again?" Mom met my gaze just as intently.

"Even then. I love you more than anyone mom. And, not just as my mom. I love you Jenny."

"Aw. Thank you Jeremy. I love you too. As more than just my loving, handsome and um ... well-hung ... son." Mom's eyes darted away from mine for a second, the demure woman replacing the sex-crazed cougar for a moment. "I just wish your father felt the same way."

"I'm sure he does mom. He told me so on the golf course. He just has a problem showing you anymore."

Here I am, talking up my competitor for mom's emotions. Hell, as his son, I was rooting for him. As mom's lover, I wanted him ... no, I couldn't wish ill on him even for my love of his wife.

"Thank you again dear." Mom said quietly before giving me a short but passionate kiss.

As expected that evening, mom pointedly avoided coming to my room. I'm sure it wasn't because she'd had enough sex that day. My dick still rose in hopes of her arrival. I fought it into submission so that I could get to sleep. I awoke in the morning and was reminded who was truly in control. I took a very cold shower before I rushed off to school. I couldn't skip my first class again this week. I gave mom a peck on the cheek as I zipped past her.

I tested the front door when I returned home and wasn't sure how I felt when I found it unlocked. So mom wasn't going to be naked and fingering herself on the living room floor today. She wasn't in the living room when I entered and the hard-on in my pants began to sag.

Then from the hallway, she appeared. Mom was wearing one of my long-sleeved, button-up shirts, but had none of the buttons fastened. The shirt was off-white with dark blue pinstripes. She paused and posed as sexily as any supermodel could, with one arm raised over her head holding the archway to the hall, the other on her hip. One foot was on the floor and the other rested atop it, her knee bent slightly open. I could see hints of her breasts, the erectness of her nipples was evident, and her trimmed bush peaked out from between the shirttails. Her tousled brown tresses hung over the collar of my shirt, a shirt that I would now always picture as hers. Her loving smile overwhelmed me.

"Welcome home honey. I may not be on the floor today, but I thought you'd approve."

"Thanks mom, but you don't need my approval." I said when I got my jaw to work again. Mom was as sexy, or even more so, than if she'd been in lingerie. My dick was definitely working again too!

"I know, but I like that you do." She said sultrily.

"Oh God mom, you know that I do! You are so hot in my shirt!"

"A woman always likes to wear her man's shirt. It has your smell on it." She made the motion of smelling my collar.

That shirt had been in my closet, any smell it had was of detergent or fabric softener. I liked her intent though.

"You look so much better in it than I do!" I exclaimed beginning to get myself in a similar state of dress as mom.

"Oh, I don't know. I think you could pull off that look from 'Risky Business'." Her smile would have melted icebergs in a minute.

"What? Shirt, underwear, and socks?"

"Sure. You'd look so cute like that." Her playful look revealed that she knew what affect calling me cute would have.

I ignored her bait.

"So why do I deserve this ... outfit?"

The smile grew devilish.

"I've been thinking of sucking you all day long and it's gotten me so hot and horny that I need you to lick my pussy. Would you do that please?" Mom asked as if looking for a fix.

A fix I was only too happy to give her!

"In the kitchen then." I told her as I gestured to the other room.

Mom looked at me questioningly but moved with measured grace to her usual sanctuary. She turned to face me expectantly once there.

"Up on the island counter." I pointed.

Mom's eyebrows rose as she understood my intent.

I stepped close to her, my own shirt unbuttoned and my pants undone. I put my hands around my mother and grabbed her hips. She jumped up and I lifted her to sit on the smooth granite surface. Mom looked down upon me, then bent and kissed me. We had little time so it lasted only a brief few minutes.

"Lie back, sexy." I requested.

Mom looked playfully at me, pulling the front of her/my shirt closed, keeping her arms over her breasts.

"Why sir, are you trying to ravage my virtue?" She teased.

"Madam, any virtue you may have had has long been ravaged and plundered. Pillaged, robbed, sacked, and stolen. Any you may have had after that, you have freely given away." I declared attempting a noble accent.

"Sir, your barbs do me injustice." Mom started but then broke out in laughter. My own joined hers.

"Lie back mom and let me do more than ravage your virtues."

She did so; also spreading her fabulous legs wide, giving me unobstructed view to her most womanly charms.

"Have your way with me my dear son."

"What is you want mom? Tell me."

"Eat my fucking pussy, damn you!" Mom ordered fiercely.

The words I wanted to hear!

"Yes, ma'am!" I said gladly as I bent to my task.

Mom was most assuredly wet, soaked even. I licked up every drop I found but as they seemed to be replaced at a quicker rate than I could consume, I dove my tongue deeper to seek their source. I let my stiff tongue probe every bit of mom's nether tunnel that I could reach, teasing over the spots that drew a reaction. Her legs wrapped around my back tightly, as if to prevent me from escape. I reached one hand up to clench a firm breast, tweaking the stiff nipple that topped it. My other hand hooked easily around her leg and rested on her lower abdomen.

I kept up the assault with my tongue, teasing, licking, lapping hungrily at every millimeter of mom's splayed pussy lips and the darkness that lay between them. I carefully ignored the ridge that lay above and between those petals of flesh and most especially that little nib that was peeking out from its tiny cave.

Mom's hands were equal parts holding my head in place and pinching her other nipple. Her lower half wriggled on the countertop, trying to get my tongue to the right spot or as a reaction to her pleasure. This motion didn't make my task any easier, but I accepted it as a challenge.

"Lick me Jeremy! Lick that cunt for mommy! You are the best pussy licker ever! Keep licking mommy please!"

For such kind words, I felt she deserved something in return. I gave a soft flick of her emergent clit.

"Oh fuck! Do that! Lick my clit! Mommy loves that honey!" Mom's voice rose in pitch as I teased her nib of pleasure.

I played my tongue over her clit for only a few moments then returned to lapping over her soft lips. I wasn't ready yet to make mom cum and wanted to prolong the short time we had this afternoon. That, and I wanted to make mom's orgasm as powerful as possible. I returned to her clit after a while to keep her at a heightened state of arousal. I kept up this switching off and on and mom worried me with the way she was flailing about on the countertop. I didn't want her to toss herself off the granite surface.

"Lick my clit Jeremy! I need to cum! Lick my clit and make mommy cum hard baby!" Mom wailed suddenly.

I teased her for a minute longer and she grabbed my hair with both hands and pushed my face harder against her crotch.

"Fuuuuckkk!" Mom screamed when I sucked and flicked her clit furiously. She planted both feet flat on to my back as her own back arched, lifting her ass off the counter. I kept my mouth attached to mom's trembling body as she shook and shuddered in orgasmic delight.

Mom pushed my head away when she finished shivering.

"Stop Jeremy. I'm too sensitive now." She almost whispered.

I'm sure that if I pressed her I could have continued until she came again, but we didn't have the time to keep going. Mom couldn't be seen wearing only my shirt by my brother and sister, even if she buttoned it up.

Mom sat up stiffly, pulling my shirt half closed in a needlessly modest attempt to cover herself. She smiled slightly at me when she saw me staring at her. She raised a hand to my face and ran a finger around the outside of my lips.

"You have ... mommy ... all over your face." She said demurely, casting her eyes downward for a blink. She held the finger up and I sucked it between my lips.

Mom smiled sexily as she watched me. "I'm sorry we don't have time to take care of you. I'll make it up to you later."

"You know you don't have to. Just giving you pleasure is enough for me." It actually wasn't, but my words sounded good. They may have made her want to repay me even more.

Hopefully!

"You're so sweet." Mom answered.

I helped her off the counter and she gave me a quick kiss, her tongue playfully brushing my lips before she turned to go dress more appropriately. She lifted the back of my shirt and slightly bent over, giving me a wonderful view of her positively perfect posterior. I heard her giggle as she disappeared around the corner and down the hall.

Mom reemerged from her room in slacks and a knit sweater, just moments before my siblings clamored in the door. She grinned at me guiltily, her face radiant with its Cheshire smirk. I gave her a brief nod and quick smile in return before I went upstairs, not wanting my siblings to see the Big Top my pants were making.

I distracted myself with a bit of homework and a lot of video gaming until mom called out dinner was ready. I could still picture her in my shirt and I sat quickly at the table as my dick rose at the memory.

The evening passed.

After watching some sitcoms with the rest of the family, I went up to my room for a few hours before I went to bed. I was disappointed by mom not showing up, as I was sure she would. Her earlier promise of repayment stung as I drifted into slumber.

Movement on my bed woke me to darkness. My first reaction was to glance at my clock. The LED read 2:14. I could barely discern a figure moving about on my bed. At the appearance of the dark orbs of breasts, I realized that my nocturnal visitor was my mother.

"Mom!" I whispered loudly. "What are you doing here? It's the middle of the night."

"I can't stay away from my man. I need you inside me." Her voice was close to my ear as she shuffled about above me.

The comment of her man struck too closely.

"What about dad?" I asked her as her lips found mine.

A few moments later, she answered me.

"I left the TV in our room on. That should cover any noise." She had realized her husband's presence beneath my bedroom.

Mom pulled my blankets aside and my boxers down. My dick was already on the rise and mom's gentle touch sped up the process. She then moved atop me, her hand guiding my stiffness into her wetness.

"God mom! I can't believe you're doing this!" I groaned as I filled her tight pussy.

"I promised you. Do you want me to stop?" She sat back, my dick deep within her. Mom's shadowy head faced me.

"God no! It's just that dad might hear us." I jerked my hips up, eliciting a squeak.

"He can practically sleep through anything." Mom bounced once. Up, then back down.

"Even his son banging his wife?" I asked.

Mom froze.

"Jeremy!" Mom gasped.

"What?" I asked as I placed my hands on her hips and tried to lift her for another stroke.

"Just because I've come to accept what we are doing, doesn't make it right. I don't want you rubbing my nose in my infidelity." Her voice was stern and I was glad I couldn't see the disapproving look that was surely on her face.

"I'm sorry mom. I didn't mean ..." I didn't know what I didn't mean.

"Just don't bring it up. I feel bad enough about what we are doing." Her tone wasn't as harsh, but it wasn't encouraging to the situation either.

I tried to fix my error. I bucked my hips upward again.

"Does this feel better?" I flexed into her again.

"It helps. You need to do it like this though." Mom bounced twice on me.

I took that as a sign that her crisis had passed.

She slowly pulled off me then slammed back down. The bed's creaking seemed very loud to me.

"I'm serious though. Don't make light of my unfaithfulness again, this is hard enough on me as it is." Her tone was easier but with a touch of ice still.

"This is no picnic for me either mom. Knowing that you are with dad ... doing ... this." My voice cracked with emotion.

"I know honey. This is hard for both of us." Mom said soothingly.

"Speaking of hard. For both of us." I said evenly.

"Yes. Very hard." Mom cooed with a slight rise of her hips.

She started a slow rhythm, gently rising and falling around my penetrating member. Mom's hands fell to my chest only moments before I felt her nipples and breasts press against me. Her breath was on my cheeks.

"Really though Jeremy. Just because I love you as I do, doesn't mean I don't love your father the same or any less. We both just have to accept that and try to live with it." Her slow pace never faltered.

"Shut up mom and just ride my cock." I grunted as my hands helped guide her hips.

"Yes sir!" Mom answered then planted her lips on mine.

My tongue entered her mouth the same as my dick was plunging in her pussy. The effect on mom seemed to be almost the same at either end. After a few moments of our tongues dancing in her mouth, she pressed hers into mine. We were almost focused more on our oral invasions than on my penile one.

Almost.

"Fuck me Jeremy!" Mom croaked into my mouth.

"You're fucking me mom!" I returned.

"Shut up and fuck me baby!" Mom moaned.

We weren't having wild sex, but it wasn't making love either. Both of us were making the motions, a slow even but forceful tempo. Our kissing continued but we frequently had to break to regain our breaths. Mom's palms were at the sides of my head, while I had mine caressing her back.

I couldn't see mom as we lay there in almost complete darkness. I used my memories of the countless times we'd been together to fill in the shade laying on me. Images of her in my shirt this afternoon. Visions of mom in her drab nightie with her old robe wrapped around her, the lacy white teddy she wore when the rest of the family went to the zoo, that sexy little red sequined dress she wore when we went dancing, and the sheer blue bodysuit and blue stockings she wore later that night. Apparitions of the light blue blouse that was nearly translucent and black slacks that hugged every curve of her lower body, that new crisp white blouse that she sucked me the first time to protect from my staining it. And the beautiful dreamy nakedness of my mother that day at my aunt's when we first consummated our intimate relationship.

Not seeing her was as if I was able to relive all those previous encounters again, each memory replacing the shadowy form of my mother. This made me ready to burst very quickly. I wondered about how close mom was, but that wasn't going to keep me from overflowing into her grasping wet pussy.

"Oh Jeremy!" Mom groaned out, emphasizing each syllable as a separate word.

"I'm gonna cum in you, mom!" I warned her.

"Yes, honey, oh yes!" Her lips returned once more, trying to merge with mine.

It seemed mom was already there before me.

That set me off to greater heights, that I could give my loving mother such heavenly pleasure. It felt like I would never stop cumming in mom's wonderful pussy. Nothing else existed then, me, and my dick in mom. Even she didn't exist, except as an existential entity that gave and received ecstatic bliss.

I don't know if it was the experience or a physical reaction, but I was seeing stars as mom fell off me, pressed tight to me on my too narrow bed. Or she just wanted to stay close after our intense joining.