Sylvia, Neil and Bobbie, Too

I'll put this aside for mending.

"Everything okay?" Her son asked. Sylvia nodded, sitting next to Neil, rubbing her stockinged feet. He reached out to squeeze her shoulder, forcing her to quell a gasp and a shudder.

Oh, Jesus, Neil. I think I'm going crazy. Hold on, girl. Stay calm.

"Yes, we accomplished a lot and I think we're in the clear."

That's an interesting way of talking about your lesbian love life.

"That's good."

She looked down at her near-naked son. She couldn't help but again marvel at his full package.

That would fill me up with no problem. Oh, what's a mother to do?

"Come watch TV with me, Mom." He smiled, looking up at her. "I haven't been with you at all weekend."

Sylvia couldn't help but squeeze his arm in return, gazing at his gentle face.

"Okay, baby." She stood. "Let me get comfortable."

After Bobbie's revelation, Sylvia's mind raced with thoughts of her son. She managed to control herself for an hour or so while they watched the usual Sunday evening television fare, side by side, close enough for Sylvia to feel the heat from his young body.

Oh, god. I so much want to touch him. I wish he'd throw a leg over me or rest his head on my shoulder, or my breast. I'd spontaneously come for him.

Around nine-thirty, she stood up and stretched, scrunching the carpet with her toes.

"Okay, that's it for me, and you need to get to bed yourself, young man," she admonished him. "No avoiding school tomorrow."

And I've tortured myself enough. Time to get into bed and masturbate.

"Yes, Mom." Neil stood up and turned off the TV. "See you in the morning."

He put his arms around her waist and, for just a moment, pressed his body against hers as he planted a kiss on her cheek. She smiled and hugged him in return, closing her eyes, fighting for control.

Now kiss me on the mouth and come to bed with me, son.

Sylvia masturbated herself to sleep, thinking of her son, of Bobbie and sweet William, and Bobbie wailing with delight, overjoyed that Sylvia learned how to eat pussy so well. They lapped at each other's juices, convulsing with multiple orgasms. Bobbie once again helped her clean up when the clock dictated she must return to her son.

"How are we going to keep this up?" Sylvia asked, primping her hair in the mirror while Bobbie smoothed a crease from her friend's blouse, noticing the loose button. "We can't work overtime every weekend."

"I've been thinking about that, girlfriend." Bobbie stood behind Sylvia, looking into the mirror, gazing into her own eyes. "We just need to join a women's bowling league."

Sylvia laughed, turning to kiss her friend. Bobbie drew Sylvia against her naked breasts, feeling the rough fabric of the blouse rub against her still-erect nipples, while their mouths lingered as one. The next moment, they rubbed noses.

"I'm totally serious, honey. What do old, single broads like me usually do for excitement?"

"Oh, I believe you, darling," Sylvia whispered against Bobbie's lips. "That's a great idea." A moist peck on the nose. "And it might just work."

"Of course, we need to buys shoes and balls, but we'll practice here, in my bedroom."

"Why, of course." Sylvia giggled with excitement, envisioning a totally logical reason for her to disappear at least one night per week to explore their relationship.

"Or we could join some ladies church group."

"Ohhh!" Sylvia giggled even more. "That would be so kinky!"

"Wouldn't it be? And we wouldn't need to buy any equipment. And with all the repressed church women out there, we could initiate a threesome, or fuck, maybe an orgy!"

"Oh, my god!" Sylvia wanted so much to get back into bed, but pulled away. "Okay, sweetheart." She placed one more lingering kiss on Bobbie's mouth. "We'll talk about it tomorrow at lunch."

Now at home, in her dark bedroom, Sylvia's fingers coaxed yet another wet climax out of her pussy and she slipped beneath the waves. Still, dreams of all kinds filled her brain. Of course, they all had a common theme.

Ohhh...ohhh.

As naked bodies writhed together in Sylvia's dreamscape, a distant moaning gently crept into her brain. It was hard to tell where the sound came from, or who it belonged to.

Ohhh...ohhh...ah...ah...ahh...ahhhhg.

Someone was having an orgasm, or was at least on their way, but who? Slowly, Sylvia rose back into consciousness. She had no choice. The sound became the focus of her attention. However, she didn't want to wake up, less the moaning cease.

Uhhh...uhhh...uhhhnnnggg...

Too late. Her eyes blinked open in the dark bedroom. Spots swam before her eyes as she was greeted by silence.

Goddammit! Why did I wake myself up?

Then she heard the moaning again. This time, it was real. She knew this wasn't a dream.

"Ohhh...ohhh..."

She turned her head to the side, her nose rubbing against the soft pillow.

"Ahhh, ahhh, oh, god..."

The noise was coming from the next room, Neil's bedroom!

"Ahhh, ahhhggg..."

Oh, my god. Is he in pain? Is it a nightmare? Or is it something else?

Sylvia lifted up on her elbows, positioning her head so she could better hear her son's cries. As she focused her hearing, shutting out everything else, she could also hear panting and the creaking of bedsprings. Blood rushed to her face as she realized what was happening.

Jesus, he's masturbating. My young man is jacking himself off! And not too quietly.

Sylvia felt the heat on her neck and cheeks, then noticed a fire starting in her nether region.

Oh, my dear boy, yes. Get yourself off, love. Listening to you is so damn hot!

By this time, Sylvia was fully awake and aroused. She felt her erect nipples rubbing against the fabric of her nightgown. Without a thought, her hand dropped to her pubic mound, squeezing it.

Oh, god forgive me, I need to get closer! I can't pass up this chance!

With extreme care, she pulled the blankets away and swung her legs around, placing her feet on the carpeted floor. She paused.

What shall I do next?

There was a door between the bedrooms, but it hadn't been used in years. Sylvia's nightstand partially blocked it. The door still had an old-fashioned keyhole, one that would allow a person to peer into the next room to some degree. She had placed a strip of electrical tape over her side after a very young Neil took to spying on her through it. It was merely innocent curiosity, something most children do, and until now, she had no intention of removing it and having her son watch her in the privacy of her bedroom.

Now the shoe was on the other foot. She knelt on the floor.

Slowly shuffling across the carpet on her bare knees, Sylvia drew her face near the door and the keyhole. As carefully as a mouse removed cheese from a trap, she reached out and peeled back the tape.

God, this is so wrong. So naughty. What if he catches me?

With her heart in her throat and her wet pussy practically dripping with arousal, Sylvia couldn't help but smile.

And what if he did?

She put her eye level with the keyhole, taking care not to press her face against it and make the door creak. The light in Neil's bedroom wasn't much better than the murky darkness of hers, so Sylvia had to take a minute and let her eyes adjust.

"Ohhh, ohhh yes..."

Goddammit, eyes, focus on something!

Finally, she made out the foot of his bed and a streak of silver moonlight crossing the Jefferson Airplane poster on the wall behind him. She held her breath, peering into the darkness.

Her eyes adjusted at long last and, suddenly, she could see.

Oh, my god. My boy...my sweet, darling son.

Neil lie, totally nude, on top of the blankets. One hand trailed off to the side, clutching something she could not make out. In his other hand was what appeared to be a piece of silky, dark fabric.

Oh, mercy!

She realized the fabric was wrapped around his jutting shaft as he stroked it slowly. Her face burned as her heart thumped away, pulsing in her ears.

Jesus, I'm watching my son masturbate. My own son!

She lowered her bare bottom, resting on her heels, concentrating on the vision before her.

"Ohhh, ahhhggg..."

Neil writhed and humped against his hand.

Oh, my poor boy. He's so horny. He needs relief. I wish I could give it to him.

Thoughts of joining him were quickly set aside.

Seeing me at his bedside right now would traumatize him forever.

As Sylvia watched her son stroke away, her pussy throbbing, it dawned on her what Neil had wrapped around his cock. She stifled a gasp.

Oh, my god! My red panties! My special red panties!

The mystery of her missing garments was solved. But now, she was preoccupied with other thoughts as her slender fingers rubbed her smooth ladyfur. Without even realizing it, Sylvia was gently circling her erect clit.

Oh, my sweet boy, masturbating with my red panties! How did he find out about them? Was he just digging through my drawers for anything? Jesus, this is so perverted.

The sparking, throbbing sensation from her clit distracted her. She smiled, eyes closing for a moment, lost in sinful pleasure.

Watching my own son masturbate and rubbing my pussy as well. Naughty, naughty Sylvia.

As urgent fingers toyed away, she opened her eyes and focused again on her son. She still couldn't make out what was in his other hand. It was still too dark.

What is he holding? Dammit!

Then, suddenly, all was revealed. Neil brought his other hand up to his chest.

Fuck! How did I not guess?

Neil grasped her red bra, biting his lower lip as he rubbed the fabric over his erect nipples, never faltering with his strokes. Without realizing it, Sylvia nodded.

Yes, my love, my dear boy. Get yourself off with my bra and panties. That's what they're for. For both of us.

She wanted to be with her son so badly she couldn't breathe.

Oh, honey, I could make you come so hard. Suck your tits. Suck your cock. Lower my dripping pussy on top of you. Buck against your young body. I could give you so much pleasure. Incest would be an honor.

Neil's lips started moving. It was apparent he was nearing climax. His stroking increased in speed and his hips started rising rhythmically.

Oh, God, I'm going to watch my boy come, but what is he saying to himself?

Her fingers blurred away as she tried to read his lips.

Oh, shit. I think I'm about to come, too.

She squinted, desperately looking at his mouth, trying to interpret what he was saying as he neared completion. Neil started repeating the same word over and over. Sylvia focused on nothing but his face and her own about-to-burst pussy. Then, in that moment, she understood what he was saying under his breath. The word she never thought her son would say, but was overjoyed that he did.

Ma...Ma...MAMA!!!

At that moment, Neil's body jerked. Thick jets of come erupted from the tip of his cock, and for a moment, his words became audible.

"Mama...Mama! Ohhhh, Mama, make it come! Yes...yes!!!" He clenched his teeth, growling, gyrating his hips in ecstasy as he came and came.

Oh, shit! My beautiful, sexy son!

A split second later, a climax overtook her. She fought to keep still, to keep quiet, as her body reeled from wave after wave of the orgasm.

Oh, fucking fuck fuck fuck! My boy is coming for me! I'm coming for him! Yes! YES!!!

Time blurred as her mind overloaded with the vision of her son climaxing and her own intense orgasm. The next thing she knew, she was sitting on her bare ass on the carpet, twitching fingers buried deep inside her pussy.

Goddamn. God. Damn!

She glanced back to the door, licking juices from her fingers. The next moment, she brought her eye to the keyhole again.

My sweet boy.

Neil had rolled over, still naked atop the blankets. Carefully, Sylvia replaced the strip of tape over the keyhole and crept back into bed.

The rest of the night was filled with restless thoughts and disjointed dreams. She so much wanted to have Neil between her thighs, his young, firm body pounding against her. Dammit, he was masturbating with her bra and panties and crying out for his mother. Why shouldn't she take the next step?

The alarm rang at the usual time, but still, it was too early.

Goddammit.

Sylvia, already awake, opened her eyes to the day. She heard her son in the shower and wondered what would come next.

Of course, Neil was back into his old habit.

"Dammit, Neil, get your ass out of the shower...NOW!"

"All right, Mom, all right! I'm almost done!"

Right. About to leave another glop of come for your mother to swallow. I'm getting tired of sloppy seconds!

Sylvia huffed, obsessed by what had transpired the night before. She couldn't get the image of her son's copious ejaculation out of her mind. She wished he would've injected his seed deep inside her body and not let it dry on her panties.

Give Mama your seed, young man.

She absentmindedly squeezed her breasts through her robe.

Always give Mama your come...always and forever.

Another minute passed and Sylvia's blood pressure was rising.

Then it happened.

"Fuck this shit," she muttered to herself and, with a twist of the doorknob, entered the bathroom. Her brain was such a mess, sense and reason had little sway in the matter.

Jump into the abyss and see where you land.

Her robe fell to the floor and she entered the shower.

"Mom, what the hell! What are you doing?" Neil shouted, confronted by his naked mother, his cock bobbing at full mast.

"Look at that thing!" She pointed at his affliction. Even then, she hesitated for a split-second.

Oh, god, oh, god, am I crazy? Like my boy said, what the fuck am I doing?

None of this seemed real to Sylvia, but she battled on, kicking the slats out from underneath her mental and moral framework. "Dammit, Neil, can't you tame that monster?"

"Mom, don't look at me! I'm naked!" Neil could have easily run from the shower, but didn't.

Get hold of that thing, girl. Get hold of your son. Fuck it. Time to find out where we stand.

"Here." She reached out and turned him around, facing away from her. The moment her hands touched his wet, naked skin, her brain instantly focused and the last shreds of her reservations and confusion dissolved.

Fuck it. Either he'll hate me for life and need therapy, or we're going to make some memories!

"I'll take care of that damn thing!"

She drew up behind him, pressing her own wet, naked body against his.

"Mom, what are you doing?" Neil protested, but didn't fight or try to break away as his mother grasped the base of his cock.

"Jesus, you're going to make us both late!" She began stroking his cock, mashing her fur against his tensing buttocks.

"Mom! No, Mom! Mom!" Neil's protests became weaker and weaker as he allowed his mother to jerk him off.

"Mom...oh, Mom...ohhh..." His voice dropped into moans of pleasure as he relented.

"That's it." Sylvia's voice relaxed. "Let Mama take care of that."

"Jesus, Mom," he groaned. "It feels so good."

"Does it?" She spooned her naked body against his, stoking her own flames as well.

"Oh, god, don't stop."

"Don't worry." Sylvia pressed her face against his wet shoulder as she rubbed her erect clit against his skin. "Just let it happen. Come for me. Come for Mama."

"Oh, yes, Mama...yes." Neil pressed his hands against the tiles in front of him as his mother's strokes increased. "Yes."

"That's good." Sylvia felt the approaching orgasm, both in her son and herself. His cock was starting to tense over and over as he panted with pleasure. "Let it come, honey. It's okay."

"Yes, Mama, yes."

Sylvia, almost without thinking, tugged on his nipple.

"Oh...oh, shit, Mom, goddammit!"

Neil's body quivered as he braced himself.

"Yes, honey, YES!" Sylvia cooed, her own pussy about to burst. "Let it come for Mama. Good boy. My good, good boy!"

Then it happened.

"Coming for you, Mama! Coming!" Like the night before, thick ropes of semen spat from his swollen purple helmet, splattering against the tiles as son came by his mother's hand for the very first time.

"Goddamn, that's it, son!" She watched, eyes wild as her son's fresh ejaculate trickled down the shower wall. Then her own orgasm hit.

"GodDAMN!!!" She rasped, still stroking her son's cock as the climax overtook her. She held on for dear life, trying not to slip as her body bucked against her son's still-tensing ass.

"Yes, Mama! Oh god, yes!" Neil sobbed with pleasure and release. "Come for me...come for me!"

Their voices echoed off the tiles, mixed with the sound of running water. Sylvia finally released Neil's cock, gripping his waist as she mashed the last spasms of pleasure from her wet, mangled fur against Neil's firm flesh.

Ohhh, goddamn. Goddamn!

As their orgasms subsided, Sylvia again wondered what would come next. The question was answered when Neil turned to face her. He embraced his mother, covering her face with kisses as Sylvia gasped and smiled.

My god, I can't believe this is happening! My boy wants me after what I did to him. I feel like a new bride again!

"Oh, yes, honey," She said as emotions welled up inside her. "Yes, my love. Mama didn't mean to frighten you."

"Oh, no!" Neil responded, his body mashed against her soft breasts, their faces mere inches apart. "I never thought it could be like this! Oh, Mom! My god!"

"So this is okay?" She felt silly asking the question, but Sylvia had to be certain.

Her son nodded, love and lust in his eyes. Sylvia noticed something else bumping against her midsection. After all that, Neil's cock was still erect! Lowering her gaze to his jutting rod, again she wrapped her fingers around it, eliciting a gasp.

"Will this thing ever get tamed?" She looked up at him with a mischievous grin, then uttered a single word, one she had heard another lover say to her only a couple of days before. "Bedroom."

Wet and naked, they both scrambled for her unmade bed.

"Suck my tits," she instructed her son, guiding a hard-tipped breast to his mouth. He didn't hesitate and sucked greedily, his hand on her other breast, squeezing and tugging at the nipple.

"Ohhh, yes, sweet boy. God, that feels so good."

Mercy! At least he knows what to do with a pair of tits.

Sylvia closed her eyes, lost in bliss, sparks shooting from her nipples right down to her throbbing clit. She didn't let go of his cock the entire time, overjoyed to have a man in her bed after so many long, dry years, even if it was her own son. After several minutes of pleasure, Sylvia was ready for the next step.

"Honey," she whispered, still hesitant. "Do you want to have sex with me?"

He nodded eagerly, his mouth still full of tit.

"You don't know how happy that makes me." She kissed his hair.

Now comes a difficult question.

"I don't want to embarrass you, my love, but..." She forced the words out of her mouth. "...is this your first time?"

Hesitating for a few seconds, he nodded again, looking up, gazing into her eyes with unmistakable need, showing a vulnerability that almost broke her heart.

"Don't worry, my love."

Goddamn, he still has his cherry. This is so fucking hot! I can't believe lucky I am.

"I'll show you how. Get on your knees right here."

Neil released her breast and obeyed. The next moment, Sylvia opened her thighs as her son clumsily moved between them. He positioned his hands on either side of his mother, their faces almost touching. She could feel her son's breath on her face.