The Mother/Son Book Club Pt. 01

What had she meant by that? Had she really given him permission to...touch her? To cum? Bleys realized that she had, even if not in so many words. But she was drunk, right? And it wasn't right to take advantage of someone while they were drunk or asleep. On the other hand, if she was really lonely, and his father was cheating then...

Bleys thoughts were interrupted by his mothers body, shifting against him in her sleep, grinding her ass against his hard cock. It was a bit soft and very firm and perfect. He groaned, unable to stop himself from making the noise. His mother, still seemingly asleep, sighed in satisfaction.

Bleys understood then, that this was something his mother hadn't had in a long time. Maybe just the fact that he wanted her was improving her self esteem. Maybe...maybe she needed him to do more. If that was the case, if she needed that, wouldn't he be bad to not give it to her? Wouldn't it be the right thing to do, to help his beloved mother feel better?

And, Bleys realized, he very much loved her. No, that was wrong. He was in love with her. The vulnerability she'd show to him tonight, if only in brief moments, had been enough to make him understand her all the better.

Bleys waited another five minutes, just enjoying the feel of her warmth against him. He didn't want to do anything to ruin their relationship, but he had never wanted anything more in his life than to touch his mother.

Slowly, with deliberation, he slid his hand up her body, over onto her chest, until it rested on the soft lace of her bra. He felt her breathing, allowed it to push her breast into his hand. He let his hand rest there, enjoying the incredible feel.

I'm groping my own mother. She's letting me, but I should stop. I should stop, now.

Bleys' thoughts came through clearly, but he ignored them. This wasn't like the times he'd touched girls his age. This was so much better. He cared about his mother. About Linda. He wanted her, yes, and this was wrong by most standards, but she wanted this, didn't she?

Slowly, gently, Bleys squeezed his mothers right breast in his hand. For a moment, he felt her breath change, adding a shudder, but it evened out again. Linda was still asleep. He remained there, frozen, for a long time. He expected her to wake up, shouting, calling him a disgusting boy and a worthless son.

But that didn't happen. Not only that, but Linda sighed, arching her back, pushing her breast into her son's hand, while grinding her ass against him.

Bleys knew that she was enjoying herself now, even if she wasn't fully awake. It emboldened him. He didn't remove the bra, but he did move it up, over her breasts, freeing them. He began to fondle each in turn, first softly, holding and massaging them. As Linda reacted, whimpering, he gripped them harder, finally pinching her pebbled nipple, causing her to moan so loudly that it shocked him.

Bleys knew at that point that he could never look at his mother the same way again. She was a sensual, sexual creature, and she had needs, like his. Having never had free range to touch a woman's body, he allowed his hands to explore her, her shoulders, back, stomach, and neck. All of his touching was hesitant and gentle, and Linda seemed to enjoy it as much as he did.

Bleys found his mother's body to be fit, but also with a curvy softness that he found impossibly arousing. He squeezed her ass, hard, and she moaned and squirmed and at last, he allowed himself to ask the obvious question.

What did his mother's pussy feel like? With a slowness that both he and his mother found agonizing, he set his hand on his mother's stomach again, then let it slide down. As it did, he felt his mother squirm again, grinding against him. This time he groaned in response. He was hard, and knew he was dripping.

A tiny voice in the back of his mind, an animal, savage thing, told him to roll his mother on her front, pull her panties down, and ram himself inside her. He did not listen to it. For all his desire, and the urges he was indulging, he loved his mother, and he knew that he wanted her to be as happy as he was. He could save the more depraved ideas for his fantasies.

Instead, he slipped his hand into his mother's underwear. He could tell that she was very aroused. She was wet and her pussy was swollen. She moaned again, in response to his hand simply caressing her.

"Please," she whispered, although Bleys knew that she was still asleep. She started to push against his hand, and he knew what she wanted. He began to gently, caress her pussy. Starting gently but building in pressure, he paid attention to where his mother seemed to need his touch. Bleys built a rhythm, allowing her to grind against his palm, letting his fingers slide through her slit. He would not allow himself to penetrate her. Not yet.

Linda moaned when he moved his thumb around her nub. When he played with it directly, firmly, she made a noise between pleasure and pain and he felt badly. He returned back to giving her pressure and friction, and when her body began to quiver and shake and tense, he pulled back, just a bit. Linda made a whining, pleading noise, and Bleys was aroused by how much control he had over his mother in that moment. She was a beautiful, sophisticated woman, and he had her begging, not with her voice but with her whole body, for release.

To Bleys' shock, he felt his mother's hand seizing his, forcing it back onto her pussy. She still wasn't wake, and Bleys wondered what she was dreaming. It didn't matter. He'd gone too far to stop now. He leaned forward and ground against his mother's ass, feeling his cock slip out the front of his boxers.

Linda's panties and been pushed down almost to her thighs and his cock began to slide between her cheeks. His cock didn't fit between her thighs, but instead ran up, pointed towards her back. As she approached orgasm he thrust up between her smooth cheeks. He paid no attention to his own body, only hers. He kissed her neck and even bit her, and then he felt her whole body tense up.

With a huge groan, Linda came. Her body flexed and arched, again and again. She moaned and held his hand in place to continue the orgasm. To Bleys surprise, she ground even harder against him, and he tipped over the edge.

Bleys felt his muscles clench as he fired spurt after spurt of hot, sticky cum all over his own mother's smooth back. He knew without a doubt that she could feel it running down, staining the clean sheets of the guest bed. For a moment, he sat there, mind empty, simply panting from the excitement of what he, what they had done. Linda sighed softly, and slipped deeper into sleep.

Bleys felt a sinking feeling open up in his stomach. While his mother had given him "permission", there was no way she could have known what he would take it as, and she was also obviously drunk. There was nothing he could do about what he'd done, but hopefully, she wouldn't know. Or at least wouldn't mention it.

Bleys wanted to clean her up, but the idea of waking his mother up by washing his cum off of her back was something that he wasn't ready for. She'd shower in the morning, and hopefully it would be dry by then. That was all he could hope for.

Bleys slipped from the sheets, put his clothes on quietly and left, guilt hanging over him like a cloud.

* * *

Linda woke the following morning, and was surprised to feel refreshed rather than hung over. It was amazing what the attention of a good man and a nice orgasm could do to help her sleep.

Linda appreciated her drunk confidence to grant Bleys permission to touch her last night. It was intended to stave off any guilt he might feel for grinding or his hands wandering, but she had to admit that while she never would have been brave enough to ask her son directly, she was glad that he had taken the initiative. And while she was only partially aware of any of it, she had truly enjoyed it.

Her sons gradual and, if she was honest, tentative touches and gropings the night before and had been exactly what she wanted. The feel of his searing hot cum splashing with some force on her lower back had been proof that she was still desirable, impossible to fake.

Linda's memories may have been vague, but she knew that she was loved by a good man who cared for her, and who wanted her and thought she was sexy, and the very knowledge that she loved him in return made her want to sing, no matter how evil society would judge it.

Linda got up and left the guest room without worrying. She knew that her husband had left much earlier, uninterested in interacting with his family. She showered and dressed quickly before heading downstairs. Although she knew she would be gone before Bleys was truly awake, she decided to take a few minutes to make him breakfast. That would be a nice surprise for him. She made the eggs and bacon quickly, plated it, and covered it with another plate.

As she did so, she ran the events over and over again in her head. The feel of his hands. His insistent touches that brought her to orgasm faster than hers ever could have. Obviously, it could never happen again. That would be beyond inappropriate.

If it did, then Linda would truly be having an extramarital affair with her own son. Her face heated at the thought. Instead of leaving right away, however, she stopped and wrote a quick note to Bleys before slipping it under his plate. She couldn't write everything she wanted to, and she knew she wasn't strong enough to just come out and say it, but she could perhaps make him feel a bit of the joy that she did. She chose her words carefully, so he would (hopefully) not miss her intent. She never wanted him to feel badly for what he had done.

With that, Linda collected her things and left for the day, exhilarated for once to be going to work.

* * *

Bleys heard his mother leaving and sighed, deeply. He had slept fitfully the night before, the events running though his mind, making him hard again and again. Normally he might have jerked off, granting him some relief, but that felt wrong. Like he would be violating his mothers trust yet again. So instead he suffered in silence.

After waiting a few minutes, he woke, dressed, and went downstairs. He was surprised to see the food waiting for him, and immediately noticed the note underneath the plate.

Bleys felt his gut wrench when he thought of the food, and he dreaded reading the note, but he knew that he had to, and putting it off would just make things worse.

"Baby,

Thank you so much for last night. You made me feel really special and loved. I especially appreciated the little surprise that you left me.

Love,

Mommy"

After reading the note, Bleys found that his appetite had returned.

* * *

The day passed in a blur for both Linda and her son. Neither could focus on simple tasks. Both of them found themselves daydreaming about what had happened the night previously, and had to ask people to repeat statements multiple times. By the end of the day, they were both worked up, excited to see one another, filled with an anticipation for something that neither of them could quite place.

Bleys couldn't think of a way to experience that again. But Linda could think of several ways to interact with her son in that way, including ways that would allow her to maintain a facade of innocence. Of ignorance of what her son had done to her.

Truthfully, she didn't care much about that, except that her passivity, her offering of her body as a sacrifice to her son's pleasure, her lack of resistance, the taboo of the whole thing, all blended together into a cocktail of shame and anticipation and pure arousal. She'd never felt anything quite like that.

Linda left a few minutes early. She never did, but she wanted a bit of extra time. She knew that Bleys was a good boy, and that he would never take advantage of her without her permission, of one sort or another. But if she made herself available, she also knew that he could not resist her. Her memories of the prior night were very blurry, but she knew that what he had done to her had been...intense...and she had felt his hunger for her.

He wouldn't be able to resist her tonight.

* * *

Linda came home, saw Bleys studying at the table, and favored him with nothing more than a smile before she set her grocery bags and began to cook. Bleys couldn't keep his eyes off of her.

Linda's trim curves filled out the tasteful blue dress she wore, and now that Bleys knew how firm and soft she felt, he couldn't help but obsess about tearing it off of her. He pretended to keep working on his calculus, while surreptitiously shooting glances at her as she worked.

Linda felt her son's eyes, and she, too, had difficulty concentrating. She did, however, know how to make some things virtually on autopilot: steak, potatoes, and a heavy gravy. It was a bit much for her, usually, but her husband could not resist it.

True to form, her husband joined them for what was one of his favorite meals. Both he and Linda enjoyed quite a bit of wine with their meals. Bleys couldn't help but wonder what she was doing. Every time he thought that perhaps she didn't remember last night (or had decided not to remember), she favored him with a glance, a smile, a hand on his arm, or once a foot running up his calf.

By the time the meal was over, Bleys was worked up beyond belief. His mother had done so little, but there was so much tension inside of him. He was sure, however, that she was just playing with him tonight. Surely he could not be so lucky as to experience his mother's body two nights in a row...

"Bleys," Linda said, suddenly, drawing him back to reality.

"Yes?"

"Your father just said he needed to go to bed early tonight as he has an early meeting tomorrow. Do you think you would mind watching a movie with me? I don't really like watching them alone and..."

"Sure."

"I mean, only if it's no trouble. If you have plans or need to study then..."

"No, mom, it's fine. I don't mind."

Bleys tried to play it cool, but he knew when he saw his mothers small, sly smile that he'd responded correctly. It was true. Linda would often "bother" her husband to watch movies with her. Sometimes he would oblige, but most of the time he would not.

"Good," his father said, at last. "I really don't have the energy for that nonsense tonight."

For once, neither Linda nor Bleys were brought down by his bad mood.

* * *

After dinner, Bleys volunteered to do the dishes, so Linda went upstairs early. Much like any normal movie night, she 'got comfortable', first. She went upstairs and changed out of her "business casual", being sure to remove her bra and panties. In their place she wore a simple, oversized blue silky button-down sleeping top. Normally, she would wear a small pair of shorts with it, but as the top would cover all of it, she instead wore a simple, very skimpy set of blue-silky panties.

Then, she took a deep breath and looked at herself in the mirror. She felt like a college girl again, for real this time, knowing that she would be seeing someone who she wanted to both arouse and impress. She reapplied her makeup, this time very subtly. The only thing she emphasized was a slightly too-red shade of lipstick. She smiled. She looked hot. Like a young man's MILF- fantasy come to life.

Of course, that was exactly what she was.

Lastly, Linda crossed the final line, and took a single pill, washing it down with water from the faucet. She didn't often take it, but when she did...she always was asleep within a half hour. Now, she was on a timer. She wanted to be ready for her son by the time she passed out.

Linda took her phone and the small posable tripod/stand for it that she'd gotten for cheap at the grocery store. She walked downstairs at the same time her husband was going back upstairs for the night. She was afraid that he would notice the oddities of her dress or the tripod, but as always, he paid her no mind. She took a deep breath and walked through the kitchen into the living room. Bleys had already finished the dishes and had started picking a movie. She plopped down next to her son, as casually as she could. She had to admit to herself that he was almost her ideal man, and it was difficult to unsee him that way, now. Her own son gave her butterflies.

Bleys turned to face his mother, and took her whole body in, especially her bare, toned legs. Linda felt herself grow wet in response, already.

"Your father is almost certainly already asleep. If you don't make too much noise, he definitely will be."

"Yeah, I thought the same thing."

"Good. So. I've had a long day, and for some reason I feel like I had something like a workout last night..."

"Oh."

"Yes. Well, that doesn't matter, I suppose. What matters is that while I really do want to spend time with you and watch this movie, I've had to take some of my medicine, and I'll probably pass out, soon. I'm sorry."

"It's all right, mom. I...um...understand," Bleys responded, hoping that he did. But she continued.

"Well, I think that you do. But I have some things I need to tell you. Things that can't remain unsaid. So, I need you to listen closely. For me."

Linda saw her son nod, almost solemnly. She loved him even more in that moment. He was excited and aroused as any young man would be, but he still cared for her, still wanted to treat her right and respect her limits. He was her ideal lover.

"I know that you want to do things to me. I...I'm not ready for that to happen while I'm awake. You can feel...anything you can want. You can kiss and...and rub against anything and anywhere. You might need to put...things...in my mouth. But nowhere else, okay? And...and...whatever you do, is fine. Even if you're a little bit harsher than you were before, or make a mess. Do you understand?"

"I do," Bleys said, suddenly more aroused than he had been even the night before. "And...and I'll um...clean up better this time."

Linda smiled.

"Okay. One more thing," Linda said, as she took her phone out and set it on the small green plastic tripod she had purchased at the grocery store. She pressed the button to start it recording, feeling something inside her react to this, as if it started her as well. "This is going to record everything you do."

"Okay, I understand. I mean...this is weird and you want to be safe and..."

Linda shook her head.

" I...I trust you. This isn't about that. I...I'm going to be really out tonight. Last night I was, too, but I still remember a lot of it, even if its vague. Tonight, I want you to go farther, but this medicine is...is strong. I'm going to be completely out. And...and I want...I need to see what you do to me baby. I need to see it and...um...touch myself."

Bleys was shocked. While he did understand that he had given his semi-conscious mother an orgasm the night before, the idea that she was just as excited as he was had never occurred to him.

But just as fast as the conversation had started, it was over. His mother had taken the remote from his hands and started the movie; a "Netflix original" which happened to involve a romance between a younger man and an older woman.

Linda touched her son's arm.

"Do you mind if I lay back and put my legs over your lap? I always feel very comfortable and safe when I'm touching you."

Bleys just nodded, and watched the mesmerizing way his mother's body shifted and moved as she made herself comfortable. Soon, she was settled in, partially turned over, and watching attentively. Bleys could hardly think, but he watched the movie as well. Almost idly, but with agonizing awareness, he ran his hand up and down his mother's bare leg. He was desperate to push up higher, to move the silky material of the PJ top and see what was underneath it. But he was patient, and more importantly, respectful of his mother's wishes. So he waited.