The Amazin' Amazon Mom Ch. 02

An Oedipus County Tale

This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be duplicated. It's all pretend, folks.

The sun slowly entered the second floor bedroom, crawling across the floor and reached the rumpled bed at the end of the room. Two bodies lay sprawled across the bed's expanse. One of them was a young man, about eighteen years of age, with dark hair and a healthy tan, who snored softly, his handsome face turned up towards the ceiling. The woman wrapped around him was nearly twice his age, olive skinned, with a mass of dark curls shading her face. Her body was long and lush, muscled and toned, giving her the look of a woman much younger than she was.

As the sun fell across her face, the woman's stormy blue eyes blinked open. A look of confusion passed over her beautiful features, full lips twisting into a frown as she looked around the room and noticed her bedmate. With a start she recoiled from the boy, shock and surprise taking over from her confusion. Slowly, she extricated herself from the embrace, careful not to wake the boy. As she slid out from under the covers and stepped onto the floor, she realized she was naked.

Her breasts were large and rounded and firm, riding high on her chest, capped with dark, succulent nipples that hardened in the early morning air. Beneath, her belly was flat and well muscled, declining to a smooth, neatly shaven mound and lips the color of coral. Her backside was sweetly rounded, firm and tight, and her thighs and calves were smooth and toned. Her entire body was a work of art, the culmination of hours and hours of exercise, care, and a precise diet. Her name was Diana Papamarkakis. In her youth she had been a fitness model and occasional competitor, but after the birth of her son she settled down and opened her own gym, Amazonia, where she reigned supreme.

The boy on the bed was her son, Justin.

The night they had spent together, wild and passionate and uninhibited, flashed through Diana's mind as she surveyed the sleeping young man. It had been the most intense, rewarding, and explosive sexual experience in her life.

But he was her son.

That thought aroused conflicting, painful emotions in her breast, just as the physical memory of her son's hands on her body and his immense cock inside her made her breath short, her tits heave, and her nether lips begin to glisten.

With a sharp intake of breath, Diana hurried out of the room, Justin's room, the room of a teenage boy, her teenage boy, and hurried down the hall to the bathroom, still naked. It was Saturday, and Justin would be sleeping in late as he always did. Besides, she had exhausted him the night before. Although, she had to admit, it had taken a lot to exhaust that hard-bodied, muscular boy of hers. She shook her head beneath the shower's spray, trying to drive away the exciting, illicit thoughts.

She dried herself and quickly dressed in shorts, sports bra, and halter top. She strained a ponytail through the back of a baseball cap, tugged on some running shoes, and rushed out the front door to go for a run. She always felt better doing something. She always did her best thinking, or the avoiding of thinking, through activity. Lifting weights, swimming, calisthenics, running. Anything. Sitting at a desk, standing by a stove, doing all those normal womanly, motherly things, were anathema to her. She needed her lungs burning, her muscles straining, sweat pouring down her back.

Of course, that brought to mind last night's activities as well.

What was she going to do? What could she do? How could she go on? What had she done to Justin, to their relationship? What kind of mother would do what she did? What kind of mother tears her shirt off and shoves her tits into her son's mouth? What kind of mother kneels in front of her son and wraps her lips around his cock? What kind of mother spreads her legs and pulls her son between them, or grabs her son's ass to urge him on faster? What kind of mother begs her son to pull out of her own pussy and spray gallons of steaming, creamy, delicious semen on every inch of her body?

Diana was breathing hard, but it had nothing to with her run. Diana pressed a wrist against her brow to mop at sweat. She made a sudden decision and turned left at the next intersection, heading down Pike St.

Diana stopped at the bottom of the hill, in front of a little white house with a neat lawn and a bed of violets under the front window. Diana approached the front door cautiously. She hesitated a moment, but eventually rang the bell. It was early in the day, but Diana hoped her friend would be home. Hoped she would have the answers she needed.

Diana waited on the front step, pacing, hoping that Ivy was up. At last, just as Diana was about to give up, the door opened. Revealed in the doorway was Isabella Valentine, one of Diana's few female friends. Ivy was a tall woman, just over six feet, with a pale complexion and icy blue eyes complemented by the stylish, platinum blonde bob she wore. The purple housecoat Ivy wore, apparently the only clothing she had on, molded to the lush curves of her pneumatic frame. Ivy had a firm and rounded bust, and the housecoat revealed a deep, inviting canyon of cleavage between the pale globes of her breasts. Her waist was narrow, her hips wide, and her legs long and well muscled. Her beauty, combined with her voluptuousness, would have made her stand out in any crowd, except in this town, where beautiful, voluptuous, mature woman tended to reside in astonishing numbers.

The important thing, that which made Ivy a worthy friend, was that she didn't obsess over her beauty or her pulchritude. She may have exuded sex, but she didn't dwell on it over much, or talk about it all the time like those ditzes on "Sex and the City." She had a level head, supported by a deep and inquisitive intelligence, and a talent for looking at things from an interesting perspective. Ivy was a psychologist, conversant with the hidden depths of the human mind. And she was just the kind of help Diana needed at that moment.

"Diana," Ivy said with just the merest hint of a British accent. "What brings you around so early on a Saturday?"

"Hello, Ivy. Can I come in?"

"Of course, my dear, of course. You look severely agitated. Let me put the kettle on, and you can tell me all about it."

Moments later, the two women sat at Ivy's kitchen table, drinking earl gray. Diana's hand shook a little as she raised the mug to her lips. She tried not to notice how much Ivy's housecoat had opened up when the blonde woman sat down. Diana thought she might be able to see the edge of a pink nipple, and felt disconcerted at the flutter in her belly.

"So what's on your mind, Di? Nothing wrong at the gym, is it?"

"No."

"Bad news from your doctor?"

"No."

Ivy's lips quirked into a crooked smile. "Then what is it? You came here for a reason, darling. What's on your mind?"

Diana stared into her teacup for a moment. How could she tell anyone what she had done? Even Ivy? But then, that's what she was here for, wasn't it? Diana sighed.

"I. . . had sex last night."

Ivy brightened. "Really? That's marvelous, my dear. It's been, what, four years? That's quite a long time for someone as hot-blooded as you. Or me, frankly. Tell me about him. Who is he?"

Diana swallowed. Despite the tea, her throat was suddenly dry. She licked her lips. "It was. . . it was Justin."

Ivy stared at Diana for a heartbeat, not quite comprehending, and then when it hit her, her eyes widened in surprise. But she smiled as well, a full smile that showed off all her neat, white teeth. "Marvelous," she said again.

Diana's heart thundered in her chest. "What?"

Ivy made a dismissive gesture. "Did you think I would judge you, Diana? How could I? Most natural thing in the world, a mother bedding her son. The Oedipal urge doesn't go only one way, after all. And when a son is as handsome and virile as Justin, and a mother as sexy and vibrant as you, then it is almost certain that two people will give in to their deep and perfectly natural desires."

It was Diana's turn to stare in stunned incomprehension.

Ivy smiled. "Don't look at me like that. It's not that unusual. Especially around here." Ivy leaned in conspiratorially. Almost coincidentally, her robe parted even further, and Diana caught a glimpse down her housecoat at Ivy's magnificent breasts, smooth belly, and neatly trimmed platinum bush. "Look, my practice is made up of a number of mothers in your situation. Almost all of them had confessed to me that they feel sexually attracted to their sons. I shan't name names, of course, but suffice to say that in this neck of the woods, the Oedipus Complex is alive, well, and ragingly horny." Ivy laughed, sat back, and picked up her cup.

Diana was all but speechless. She sputtered nonsense until Ivy raised a hand. "I know, it's hard to take in. I thought it outrageous myself the first time one of my clients explained to me how desperately she wanted to mount her hunky son. But they kept coming in, more and more of them, and I began to see how natural and perfect it was. Women reach their sexual peak in their late thirties, while men reach theirs at the age of eighteen. A mother is all things to her son, a teacher, a healer, a shoulder to cry upon, someone to look up to. We teach them to walk, to talk, to act like gentlemen. Why shouldn't we teach them how to fuck? Especially when, given the respective ages, we both need to do it so badly?"

Ivy shook her head. "No, Diana, I don't see anything wrong with you and Justin having sex. I'm happy for you. Enjoy it while it lasts, my dear. He's off to college at the end of the summer, and he'll have other conquests. But until then, he's yours to enjoy."

Diana gripped her teacup, wrapping shaking hands around the warm cup. "I can hardly believe what I'm hearing."

"Mmm." Ivy rose. "Come with me." Without another word, Ivy swished out of the kitchen, her full ass swaying. Diana sat at the table, bewildered and shocked. She heard Ivy climb the stairs to the second floor.

Her son Kevin's room was on the second floor.

Diana's chair screeched on the linoleum as she pushed away from the table and rushed after Ivy. She rounded the balustrade and took the stairs two at a time, her sneakers sinking into the plush carpet on the steps and in the second floor hall. At the end of the hall, Ivy was just stepping through the door to Kevin's room. She closed it behind her, but left it open a crack, knowing all too well that Diana was right behind her. Diana crept down the hall and dropped to her knees outside Kevin's room. Through a crack in the door she watched as Ivy approached her son's bed.

Kevin was a tall boy, blessed with the same Nordic good looks that his mother possessed. He was long and clean limbed, with a swimmer's build and a well muscled frame. Blue eyes, high cheekbones, and closely cropped blond hair made him one of the most attractive seniors at the high school. At eighteen, Kevin Valentine looked like a model. But right now he was stretched across his bed in a heap, hair mussed, eyes clouded and limbs contorted with sleep.

Ivy settled herself on the edge of Kevin's bed, waking the boy with a start. "Good morning, sleepyhead," Ivy cooed.

"Hey, Mom," Kevin said groggily. "What time is it?"

"Oh, it's early." Ivy's left hand toyed with the collar of her housecoat, revealing more skin almost surreptitiously. Diana watched Kevin's eyes grow more alert and focus sharply on his mother's impressive breasts. "But," Ivy continued, still playing with her collar, "I thought we might have a little fun."

"What did you have in mind?" Kevin asked. His grin had a hint of insolence to it, and he crossed his arms behind his head. He leaned back against his pillows.

Ivy placed her right hand on her son's muscular chest in a most unmotherly manner and traced her fingers downward. She did not pause when her hand reached the edge of the blanket. She pulled the fabric down, past Kevin's waist. Diana saw that Kevin slept in the nude, and couldn't help releasing a gasp as she saw the impressive trunk of flesh that was even now hardening between his legs. It was thick and long, with a beautiful red vein stretching along it's length, capped with an angry purple head the size of a fist. Ivy's deft hand encircled her son's cock at the base and she gently began to stroke him.

The insolence was gone from Kevin's expression. Instead, his face contorted in lust and pleasure. His hips rose, thrusting his cock between his mother's fingers. She gripped his girth and tugged, gliding her palm along it's length. A dollop of precum appeared at the tip and began to drip. Kevin sucked in a breath through his teeth. "Jesus, Mom, that feels good."

"I know, baby. I know how much you like this. A mother knows these sorts of things about her boy, and it's a mother's duty to take care of them." Ivy's thumb pressed against Kevin's cockhead, smearing precum across it, and she used the moisture to slicken her caresses. Diana saw Ivy turn and look at her through the crack in the door, smile and wink, and then turn her attention back to Kevin. Ivy's left hand pulled her housecoat open, fully revealing the milky white, perfectly formed orbs of her breasts. They thrust up proudly, capped with strawberry pink nipples that ached to be kissed, and displaying a fine tracery of blue veins just beneath the surface of her flawless skin. Kevin's hands found his mother's tits and palmed them, cupped them and caressed them.

Ivy moaned. "Good boy," she said.

"I know what momma likes," Kevin said, the grin back. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against Ivy's. Diana saw his tongue thrust into her mouth, and Ivy's tongue answer back in kind. Diana clapped a hand across her own mouth to keep from crying out, and suddenly realized her other hand was thrust down the front of her shorts, teasing her soaking wet pussy lips and the hard nubbin of her clit. She wished wildly that Justin was here. This was the most wild, amazing, erotic thing she had ever witnessed. She felt like she was outside her body somehow, watching Ivy and Kevin reenact the furious fucking that Diana and Justin had performed the night before.

Kevin kissed his way down his mother's neck while she manipulated his raging cock. He kissed the upper slopes of Ivy's breasts, licked the valley between them, and pressed their plush weight around his head. Ivy moaned, but did not pause in her ministrations.

Kevin cupped Ivy's tits and aimed both her nipples at his mouth. He nipped at them, licked them, kissed them, and blew hot breath across them. Ivy shuddered. Then Kevin planted his mouth fully on Ivy's right tit and began to suckle. Ivy moaned. Her free hand gripped the back of Kevin's head. Her fingers threaded through his blond hair and pressed him hard against her breast.

Suddenly both Ivy's hands were on Kevin's chest and throwing him back against the bed. He landed with a thump, but didn't look too disturbed or surprised. Ivy rose from the bed and shucked off the housecoat, revealing her tall, voluptuous form. She was every bit as amazing as Diana had ever thought, although Diana was surprised to see that Ivy kept a clean, shaved pubis. Ivy's pussy lips were dark pink, engorged with lust, and even from her vantage, Diana could see beads of moisture forming upon them.

Ivy climbed back onto the bed, kicking the sheets away to fully uncover Kevin. She straddled him, bracing her thighs against his, and leaned over to press her full tits against his chest. They kissed again, just as furiously. Kevin's engorged cock jutted against Ivy's belly, his balls nudged against her netherlips. It was Ivy's turn to begin kissing her way downward, along Kevin's chin and neck, down his chest, and across his stomach. As she moved downward, Kevin's cock trailed across her belly, leaving a smear of precum, and lodged between her impressive tits. Ivy paused to press her plush breasts against the rigid expanse of her son's dick. Ivy paused to mold her tits around his pole, caressing his hardness with her softness.

"Mom, oh God, Mom, I love your tits," Kevin moaned. "I love fucking your tits!"

"Mmm-hmm," Ivy agreed. "But I know something you like even more." She released her son's cock from its sweet prison and continued her descent. Kevin's cockhead emerged from the valley of Ivy's tits and butted against her chin. She nuzzled against it, rubbing each cheek across his dick, then gently kissed the cockhead with her full pink lips. Diana saw Ivy's cheeks hollow, and knew Ivy was lashing that cockhead with her tongue, sucking up every drop of precum squirting from her son's cock.

And then Ivy swallowed Kevin. Inch by inexorable inch, his mighty weapon slid into his mother's mouth. Her cheeks and throat bulged as his girth thrust into her, and her nostrils flared with a desperate need for oxygen. But her eyes shone with lust and love, a light mirrored in her son's eyes, and she held her pose as long as she could before allowing Kevin's raging member to slurp free of her mouth. Kevin's cock shone with a mixture of his mother's saliva and his precum, a vintage that dripped from Ivy's parted lips. Ivy sucked in a deep breath and repeated her movement without hesitation, swallowing her son whole. From the size of him, he must have been deep down her throat, well past her tonsils. Diana had never seen a woman swallow so much manhood at once, and could hardly believe it.

But Ivy was only good for one more go, and when she released her son's throbbing member the third time, she had to take several gasping breaths. She looked up at Kevin and smiled, licking her lips.

"It feels better every time you do that, Mom," Kevin gasped. He had urged his mother on with grunts and groans and moans, unable to give voice to his pleasure until Ivy's lips were removed from his cock.

"I'm not done yet," Ivy said breathlessly. "I want to taste your cum, darling. I want my tongue painted white. I want a bellyful of your sweet, thick cream." Each word caused a squirt of precum to erupt from Kevin's cockhead, and Diana wondered how long much longer he could last.

Ivy's head dropped, her lips wrapped around her son's cockhead once more, and she began to suck lazily. She let the cockhead and first inch or two thrust into her mouth, but gripped the base of him in her hands to keep him from going further. Kevin did try, though, thrusting up into his mother's mouth with quick jerks of his hips. But Ivy controlled him deftly, never letting him get too rough, no matter how desperate he was to cum.

"I love your cock," Ivy said between licks and sucks, "the way it tastes, the way it feels in my mouth and hands. You really do have the best cock I've ever seen, darling. But what I love best is when it's bucking and throbbing between my lips, spraying a hot salty load down the back of my throat." Her head ducked again, and this time Ivy's lips and tongue triggered the eruption that mother and son wanted so much.

Kevin's head dropped back and his chest thrust out, even as his hips rose off the bed and his cock slid another inch into Ivy's mouth. Diana watched rapt as Kevin's huge cock throbbed and sprayed rich, creamy cum down Ivy's throat. Ivy's bright blue eyes widened and she struggled to swallow the load, her throat working furiously at the prodigious amount of semen her son produced. Even so, trails of semen leaked past her lips to stain her lips and chin and trail down the length of Kevin's cock. He came and came, longer than Diana thought possible, until finally Kevin's body relaxed and his cock slipped from Ivy's mouth. A final jet of cum ejected from his cock to land on Ivy's outstretched tongue which was indeed painted white. She showed her appreciative son, swallowed noisily, and then licked her lips hungrily.