The Book of Mothers

"Oh fuck, are we going to do this?"

Jane bit her lip and nodded. Leaning her head back, she lifted herself up until the hot, spongy head of his prick was lined up with her hole. She looked down and saw the anticipation on her son's face, the disbelief and desire. She sank down and watched as amazement and ecstasy washed over him as his cock slid into her slippery, tight pussy.

"Oh gawd," they groaned in unison, each one filled with ecstatic delight at their taboo union.

His cock stretched her wide open, though she was able to take all of him in one motion. Her ass landed on his thighs and she felt his wild pubic hairs tickling her soft, sensitive skin. Jane ground against him, feeling him stir her insides and bump her clit against the base of his erection. She knew it wouldn't be long before she was coming, her body was electric with lust.

"Oh fuck, baby," Jane moaned loudly.

"Oh god, mom," he whispered back at her. He reached up and palmed her breasts, squeezing and fondling her eagerly. "You are so hot, mom!"

She beamed at his praise, leaning forward so that her breasts hung in his face. He began to mouth her nipples instantly, squeezing her boob so that he could suck on her aching flesh. Jane lifted herself on him and then drove down hard on his rampaging prick, feeling him slice into her inflamed gash. The sound of skin slapping against skin was loud in the quiet house and she prayed that her husband didn't wake up.

Pulling back, she watched his face as she fucked him. His eyes narrowed and his lips pursed, a thousand expressions chasing each other with each moment he was inside of her. She felt a surge of excitement when he took her by the hips and pulled her down hard onto him. Charlie was fucking her back!

"Holy shit," he grunted, driving himself up inside of her churning snatch. "So fucking good!"

"Yes, baby! Oh fuck yes! Fuck me! Fuck your mother!"

"Is it good, mom?" he asked, looking up at her with intense concentration.

"Yes, baby. You are making me cum so hard!" And she was. She flooded his cock with her syrup, soaking his balls and the bed sheets below as her pussy juice slipped out of her. "You are an amazing fucker, baby!"

She opened her eyes and saw his eyes sparkle with pride. Jane had never seen that look before in anyone's eyes, and she wondered if she hadn't given her son enough praise growing up. It didn't matter, she was giving him the best praise any man, or son, could ask for. She was having rolling orgasms on his prick, lavishing his cock with her honey, encouraging him to spill his seed inside of her body.

"Cum inside of me, Charlie. Cum in me. Cum for momma. You can do it, baby. One more load for mom."

Her words sent him over the edge and he pulled her down hard on his cock. A moment later he was jerking inside of her, shooting his scalding spunk deep into her channel.

"Oh fuck yes!" she hissed, another orgasm making her pussy clamp down hard on his ramrod.

Jane collapsed atop her son, their sweaty bodies pressed tight against one another, her breasts squished against his chest. Charlie gasped for air and held her tightly, caressing every part of her body. She luxuriated in the arms of her satisfied lover, basking in the afterglow of their love making.

Finally she withdrew from him, sighing as his cock slipped from her slippery pussy, cum leaking out of her like a small river. Charlie had a blissful, peaceful look on his face and she knew he'd sleep now. He'd sleep like a baby. More like a well fucked man, she amended.

***

Two weeks later she was driving him to school and Charlie had a big test first period. They were early, so he could study more before the bell rang. The parking lot was empty and she could see the worry in his eyes.

"You're going to do great," she said.

"I hope so."

"You've studied more than anyone, I'm sure. You are going to get the highest grade in the class. You just need to relax."

"Easy for you to say. It's not that I want the highest grade, I have to have it, mom."

"I know. You just need to relax."

"I'm trying!" he snapped. He immediately gave her an apologetic smile.

The pressure was getting to him, she knew. For a few days after that crazy night he'd been like a normal teenager. He'd taken it easy, for him, but he still studied long hours. Within four days he was back to his old self.

They hadn't talked about that night, but once or twice she'd see him looking at her with far away eyes and she knew he was remembering. Jane couldn't help but think about that night over and over, even when she was in the arms of her husband. Jerry had been behind her, her hips in his strong hands as he plowed her deeply, and she'd been thinking of her son, Charlie. She came so hard and her husband had fallen asleep with a smug smile on his face.

"Scoot back," she said suddenly.

Charlie gave her a quizzical look but he shifted the seat further back at her insistence. With a quick look around the empty parking lot, Jane began to unbutton his jeans. A moment later she had his growing cock in her hands. Charlie was looking around, terror in his eyes when he finally looked back at her.

"This will help," she said before ducking her face into his lap.

His humid, turgid flesh filled her mouth and she drooled over his throbbing prick. Jane had calculated that a handjob wasn't going to work, the mess afterward would be impossible to clean up and she had to get to work herself. Besides, she hadn't had a chance to suck on her son yet, something she had been thinking of since the night they had made love.

Jane felt like a naughty school girl giving her boyfriend a blowjob in the school parking lot. In an odd way, she was exactly that. Except that her boyfriend was also her son. The dangerous thrill of getting caught sent her into a lust fueled frenzy. She took him as deep as she could, until she gagged and then pulled back. She worshiped his cock with her mouth, loving the taste of his precum that was steadily leaking out of the tip and the feel of his pulsing veins along the shaft.

Charlie was moaning loudly, his hips thrusting upwards into her sucking mouth. His fingers entwined in her hair, pushing her down further into his lap. Her slobber ran out of the corners of her mouth, soaking his unruly pubic hair. Smears of lipstick were left on his stalk as she worked him in and out.

"Oh fuck," Charlie moaned and his cock began to twitch.

Jane swallowed the thick blasts of cum he shot into her mouth. They came fast and furious and she wasn't able to keep up with the surprising amount. Spit mixed with jizz coated his shaft and she moved back until just the head of his penis was between her lips, sliding her hand along his rod, urging him to give her every last drop.

"Mmmm," she moaned lasciviously, drunkenly taking his seed into her mouth and tasting the salty, viscous liquid. When he finished firing off, she sucked all of him back into her mouth and licked him clean, savoring every morsel of his release. When she finished he was damp, but it wouldn't make a mess in his underwear when he pulled them up.

"Ready for your test now?" she asked, wiping the corners of her mouth after she sat upright.

There were cars nearby, though not in the spots next to them. They could see kids his age moving towards the buildings and their upcoming classes. A few minutes longer and who knows if someone alert would have noticed the car shaking and the look on Charlie's face as she blew him. They could have easily been caught and her pussy was on fire with the knowledge of what she had done and risked.

"I don't really care what happens anymore," Charlie gasped.

"Well you better care. I just hope you can relax now and take your test without stressing yourself out."

***

Charlie aced his test, as Jane knew he would. They resumed their dance of furtive glances and secret smiles when her husband was around. Charlie never made any inappropriate comments or even suggested a repeat performance, leaving it up to her to decide when and if she was going to help him out.

When finals came around, the testing schedule made it so that Charlie didn't have to be at school until an hour later than usual. This left them some time alone in the house, Jerry having gone to work already.

"Are you ready for your tests today, slugger?" Jane asked, ruffling his hair as she came into the kitchen.

"I think so. I'm a bit stressed, though."

Jane stopped dead in her tracks with the refrigerator door open. It had been the first time he'd made any reference to the two times they had been intimate. Her excuse for it all was that she wanted him to be relaxed. Was this his way of saying he wanted her? That he wanted more from her?

In the instant it took her to think the thoughts, her pussy came alive, tingling and becoming damp. That her son wanted her made her feel sexy. All the dirty things she had done to him, all in the name of a loving mother, he had liked and needed more. It was a dangerous thing to give a horny teenage boy access to a willing slut, especially if it was his own mother.

"Are you feeling tense, Charlie?" she said, closing the refrigerator door and turning to face him. She wasn't dressed for work, wearing loose cotton shorts and a tank top she had slept in. Her makeup and hair were done, she just hadn't gotten around to putting her work clothes on.

"Yeah. Really bad."

"Really bad, you say? Well, I wonder if there is any way we could relax you before school?"

Jane moved towards the kitchen table, stopping two feet from it and then bending over at the waist. Charlie was watching her like a hawk, every movement she made caught by his hungry, lustful gaze. She stretched out over the table, laying her head in her arms and raising her bottom up in the air.

Charlie took the hint, getting up slowly from his chair and coming around behind her. She could see the lump in his shorts as he moved past and her pussy fluttered at the thought of what was beneath his clothes.

"If there is anything I can do for you, you just let me know. Okay, baby?" Jane said softly, her voice quavering as she felt his body press against her backside lightly.

"Yeah, mom? You'd be willing to help me out?"

"Yes, baby. Anything my baby needs."

Jane let out a whimper as his thumbs slipped into the waistband of her shorts and then he dragged them down. She heard him suck in air through his mouth as he beheld the sight of her pantied ass. Charlie rubbed her ass cheeks lovingly, his fingers sliding down the crack of her ass and sending shivers up her spine. She expected him to pull her underwear down, but he just pulled them to the side.

She knew he saw her wet pussy, her folds opening up in anticipation of the cock that she wanted in it. He dragged his fingers through her pouty, pink lips and teased her clitoris. Unable to help herself, Jane moaned loudly, pushing back against his hand. A moment later she felt the fat head of his cock pressing at her entrance, shifting her legs wider apart without thinking to give him room to work.

"Here I come, mom," Charlie said, taking hold of her hips and sliding the full length of his prick into her.

"Oh fuck," Jane said with a shudder, her body reacting to the penetration with a flood of sticky honey that coated his shaft. "That's it baby, fuck me."

"You like it when I fuck you, mom?" Charlie asked. Gone was the hesitant, unsure boy of a few short months ago. He was becoming a man, a confident, cocksure man.

"Yes, baby. I love it."

"You love having my cock inside of you?"

"I love your cock everywhere, baby. My hand, my mouth, but especially my pussy."

"You are coming, aren't you mom?"

Jane nodded feverishly, her body shaking as he drove into her. His strong hands gripped her waist, the same way Jerry did, pulling her onto his unrelenting hardness. With each stab of his sword she was coming, her pussy clenching down tight on his thick pole.

"Yes! Yes, baby! I'm coming. I was coming as soon as you put it in me," she huffed.

Jane thought he'd pop off quickly, it had been more than a month since the blowjob in the car. She was surprised by his stamina and control, able to fuck her a full ten minutes before he groaned loudly and splashed her insides with his seed.

When he pulled out she was a mess, her legs weak and shaky as she bent down to pick up her shorts. Charlie took hold of her face and kissed her sensuously, his tongue snaking into her mouth lazily. The way he kissed her, like he owned her made her melt and gave her a bit of a worry. It would be so easy to fall in love with him.

The rest of the week, each day after Jerry went to work and before she drove him to school, they fucked. In his bed the next day, where she climbed on top of him and rode him like that first night. On the couch on the third day, with Charlie pushing her legs back to her chest while she lay beneath him. On the fourth day she pulled a chair away from the kitchen table, made him drop his shorts and she rode him reverse cowgirl, her ass bouncing up and down on his lap until he filled her with his cum.

Charlie got into Yale and no one was prouder of him than his mother. He'd only been in school a week when he got a text from her.

"I had my own test I was stressed about." Attached was a picture of a pregnancy test. It was positive.

Chapter 3: Nighttime Visitor

Amber knew he was there. In the darkness she couldn't see him, but she could feel his presence. She could hear his breathing, though he tried to control it, heavy and deep. It wouldn't be loud enough to wake her, or her husband who slept soundly next to her, but she hadn't been asleep when he snuck into the room.

It was her son, Vance. He was nineteen years old and he'd always looked at her in ways no son should look at his mother. She knew he'd been spying on her, watching her change and in the shower. Any time he might catch a glimpse of her naked, he took the chance. She did her best to discourage him, to give him no opportunities, but somehow he managed.

Now he'd upped his game and had taken to feeling her up while she slept. Three nights ago she'd been roused by the feel of a hot hand on her bare breast, kneading her flesh gently. Then slowly, he pushed the covers off her body even more and he cupped her pussy. Her nipples were stiff and her panties wet by the time she awoke, her body responding to the touch of this unseen fondler.

At first she thought it was her husband, but when she turned her head she heard him snore loudly, then roll away and the hand had never moved. Looking into the darkness, trying to make out some shape, she realized that the only other person in the house was her son. It could only be Vance who was groping her while he thought she slept.

Her first instinct was to yell and scream, to make him leave, but she was afraid. Afraid that she'd scare her husband as well and then who knew what might happen. Gerald had a hot temper and finding his adult son copping a feel of his wife would not end well for anyone.

She was also afraid of how she might scar Vance. He was a timid, tender boy with few friends and almost no social life. He barely left the house and only went to school where he seemed to be a loner. It made her heart break to see him so isolated and a part of her was happy that he was trying to explore more of the world, albeit in a twisted manner.

Amber had told herself she would bring it up the next day, in a time and place where it wouldn't be so awkward, but that never came. Each time she thought she should talk to Vance, she couldn't bring herself to say the words. The embarrassment and the queer nature of the discussion made her throat so tight she could barely breathe.

There was another reason she couldn't bring a stop to what he was doing: she liked it. Having her son touch her in the dark was very exciting, even though she knew it was wrong. His tender, yet insistent hands made her feel seen, desirable and sexy. Tonight she couldn't fall asleep at all, her body alive with electric anticipation as she waited for him to sneak in the room and feel her up.

She had worn a flimsy baby doll nightie, skipping the panties entirely. If Gerald had been awake when she crawled into bed he would have thought that she'd wanted sex, but he'd been fast asleep by the time she retired for the night.

For nearly two hours she waited in the dark, an eternity passing with each heartbeat echoing in her ears. When she heard the faint creak of the door as it was pushed open she felt her heart pounding in her chest and now she waited for him to work up the nerve to touch her.

Vance's hand cupped her breast suddenly and she had to bite her lip to keep from letting out a loud sigh, though her son was not as careful. She could hear his soft moan as he took hold of her tit and caressed it lovingly. Her body was on fire and she wondered if her son was experienced enough to know that she was excited. If he didn't, his next move should give him a clue, she thought.

There was a soft rustle from the side of the bed and she suddenly realized he was touching himself at the same time. Vance was stroking his cock as he groped her. What she would have given to be able to see him with his cock in his hand as he pleasured himself. Goose bumps formed on her skin at the thought and she worried he might get wise to the fact that she wasn't asleep.

From one breast to the other his hand moved, feeling her up with growing urgency. It had been a similar exuberance that had woken her up that first night. She wondered how many nights he had come in and felt her up before.. How long had she been her son's unwitting love doll?

Vance moved his hand across her tummy, feeling her soft skin as he probed between her legs. She heard the sudden gasp as he realized she was not wearing underwear and her pussy was slick. The previous nights he had just cupped her mound, feeling her pussy through her underwear. Now he was getting to feel all of her, completely naked and excited.

Amber could smell her aroused cunt. Her scent was strong as her son gingerly slid his fingers along her slippery lips. She spread her legs without thinking and then immediately wished she hadn't, afraid that she might spook him. Vance was too far entranced with the feel of her to be worried about her sudden movement. In her new position her folds opened up and now he could slide a finger inside of her.

A soft moan escaped her lips as he penetrated her with a single finger. Her son froze, but didn't withdraw. Amber held still, biting her lip to keep from moaning more, afraid to alarm him. A moment later he continued his exploration, slowly moving inside of her.

She couldn't fight the feelings he was literally stirring up inside of her. Being fingered by her own son wasn't something she'd ever considered but now here she was and her soaking pussy was proof that she loved it.

Rocking back on her hips, she moved her pussy so that he had better access and Vance took advantage immediately. His finger slid deeper into her and she couldn't help but let out a low moan. He was fucking her honey soaked slit steadily now and then all of a sudden he pulled away. Amber could have screamed!

Then she heard the slurp as her son sucked his finger clean.

Oh my god! He's tasting my pussy!

The thought made her gush and she could feel the wetness leaking out of her and sliding over her hot thighs and ass cheeks. If her husband woke up they'd both be dead for sure, but right now she couldn't think of that, only that she desperately wanted her son's hand between her thighs once more.

Vance couldn't wait either and now he slid two fingers into her, stretching out her tight channel as he probed her. He was becoming more forceful and fingering her dripping slot hard. Amber moaned louder this time, adjusting her hips so that his knuckles would hit her clit. He was going to make her cum!