The Pursuit

"Shall we?" he asked, gesturing to the table.

Claire was suddenly famished. She moved to the seat he held out for her, and they ate a light lunch of sandwiches and salad. They didn't discuss anything of import while eating, keeping the chatter as light as the food.

When it was clear that lunch was done, Claire stood up and gathered her purse to go. In her mind was the intention to firmly state her boundaries and then leave, but he interrupted her.

"Wait, Mom, don't go yet. You asked me where I'm going with the attention I've been showing, so I'll lay it out. You make me feel funny when I'm around you. My chest tightens, I get butterflies, I can only see you, no one else. You're the classiest, sexiest, smartest woman I've met or known."

He stood up from the table and walked around to her side. She could only watch him.

"I was telling the truth. I just want to be around you, to talk to you, to be your companion. I confess that it spills out into other things. My hands are always drifting your way, to touch you and caress you. I want to taste your lips, like all the time. It's a miracle I haven't kissed you yet."

As he finished the last sentence, Claire stepped up and planted a kiss on him for once. It would have been hard to resist after hearing his lovely words, but on top of that, she had been feeling the same urges since they entered the room.

The kiss was a lover's kiss, making her feelings known without words. He returned it enthusiastically, and it was like they were back in the alley behind the theatre. His hand was soon on her breast again, the other confidently holding her hip. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his head, tasting his tongue and his saliva in her mouth.

A few seconds into the kiss, Claire felt a hard lump pressing into her pelvis. She instinctively pushed back, and was pleased to feel Jase moan into her mouth. He reacted by grabbing her breast more aggressively, causing her to moan back. The pressure on her nipple radiated tingling waves to her pelvis, joining the hot tension in her groin.

Claire was lost as to what should come next. She was happy to kiss him, happy to touch him, but the actual next steps were a blank. She knew what her body wanted. She wanted to be filled up, to feel a solid cock sliding into her over and over. She wanted to have a man on top of her, pushing her body into the mattress. But the path from here to there was missing, and so she just kept kissing him.

Jase didn't seem to have the same issue. He started to take small steps, directing them to the next room over. Claire kept her eyes closed, not thinking about what was happening outside of her mouth on his, her tongue darting, caressing, wrestling with his. Her arms now roamed over his back and neck, feeling his warm skin radiate through his shirt.

After a while of moving in small increments, the progress stopped, and they stood there, necking. He reached down to grab her ass cheeks, pulling her to him, pressing her up against his rigid tool encased in his pants. The pressure hit her right on her vulva, ensuring that if there was a dry spot in her panties, there wasn't one any longer. That pressure was what she wanted, but it wasn't enough. She whimpered into his mouth, a plaintive cry for more, more, more.

Her son got the message, it seemed. The next thing the very turned-on mom felt was her ass being released, and then his hands pulling her shirt up out of her waistband, slipping under the material to run over her bare back. She wanted to do that, too, so she pulled his shirt up and was rewarded with handfuls of warm, smooth skin, hard muscles rippling underneath.

Suddenly Claire's hungry mouth was left gaping, as Jase pulled back from their constant kissing.

"I'm going to take your clothes off now," he said, his eyes boring into hers.

This was no request, no seeking permission, it was a simple statement, and all she could do was nod. Her heart was pounding in her chest now, as this decision that she had anticipated hesitating over, simply rushed past her.

His hands were at her buttons, slipping each one through its loop, showing more and more skin as he went. She didn't know what to do with her hands, so they were quiet at her side, as she simply watched her son get his mother naked. Then he was pulling the blouse off her shoulders, revealing her lacy bra.

"Very nice," he murmured, and she wasn't sure if he meant the bra, or her breasts.

He stopped to caress her bust, stroking over the soft material, grazing over the hard nubs.

"Pinch them," she whispered, and he did, causing a groan to burst forth from her.

Just as she was luxuriating in the waves of shivery pleasure he had caused, he reached for the clasp between her breasts and released them to his gaze. Her small breasts didn't move when released; she was proud that they were still firm at her age. He seemed equally impressed, and while one hand was smoothing along the underside of one, his head dipped down to take a nipple in his mouth. A grunt burst from her, and then another, as he sucked her bud rhythmically, tongue flickering over the tip.

"Fuck, Jase," she said, not finishing the thought, as it trespassed too closely to a subject she still hadn't come to terms with.

He wasn't content to dwell very long on her chest, and perhaps that was for the best. The next step was quick, as he undid the button at her pants, and pushed them down. Claire held her breath, there in front of him, thinking of Amber and her nice panties suggestion. As it happened, it didn't matter, because Jase pushed down both pants and panties in one gesture, leaving her completely naked.

Claire closed her eyes, not wanting to see his face as he took in the nude body of his mother.

"Mom?" he said.

She opened her eyes.

"You are gorgeous," he said, and the look in his eyes was so open and honest, she couldn't help but believe him.

Claire could feel herself getting self-conscious. The situation of being naked in front of her clothed son was beginning to feel wrong. He seemed to feel it too, and distracted her by stripping his clothes off. Intrigued now, she watched as he emerged from his clothing, breath held, waiting for the main course to arrive. And then it did, and she was pleased to see him there, straining towards her, his arousal dripping from the slit.

Jase took a step towards her, and she reflexively took a step back. They took another step, and then she was up against the bed, nowhere to go. He took another step, and then she could feel it against her, the warm flesh spreading warm precum over her mons. She kept herself bare down there, and so there was no barrier between them.

Arms wrapped her up, and then eased her back, down onto the bed. She retreated on her elbows, putting space between them, but he followed, crawling up after her, and soon she was against the headboard.

"Please, Jase. I don't know if this is right," she whispered, finally able to eke some common sense out of her brain.

But he kept coming. She instinctively spread her legs for him, and then he was between her thighs, towering over her. His cock pulsed just inches from the place it was made. Claire was now close enough to see the veins along his shaft. The purple colour of his glans, so hard and full that the skin was shiny. His hole oozed precum, running down the underside of his powerful pole.

She tried again, "Did you hear me?"

Jase nodded, and said, softly, as he leaned over her, "Just say the word, and I'll stop."

Two things happened at once. His open lips captured hers in a kiss, and the tip of his cock speared into her lower lips. Claire moaned into his mouth, as the double whammy of both sensations overwhelmed her. She closed her eyes and her legs spread further, of their own accord, to give him more room to do what he wanted. All thought of protesting fled.

Jase felt the movement, and stopped kissing her to look down between their bodies. Claire looked with him, and together they saw his prick lodged in her folds. He adjusted his lower body slightly, and then she could feel him, seated right in her opening, the tip of his glans starting to spread her open. She gasped at the feel of being stretched, even just a little, and her hips involuntarily rolled to put more of him in.

Heat flashed across her cheeks as she was fully opened up by him, and mother and son watched as another inch of his cock disappeared into her. He pulled back, her juices coating him, then he was pushing back in until his pubic bone hit hers. She squeezed her eyes shut as powerful waves of tension and lightning spread out from her pussy. He wasn't too big, but he was big enough for the sexy, solid mass of him to complete her.

Claire pulled his head down to her, and whispered into his ear, "Son, I can't believe you put your penis in me. You'd better fuck me with it."

Jase pulled away with a look of glee, and pulled out, the full feeling vanishing before returning in force. He fucked her with his entire length, and at each in and out, Claire got higher and higher.

She reached up and ran her hands over his pecs, feeling them flex, before finding his nipples. They were hard little buttons, so she flicked them with her nails, happy to see him grunt in response. She could swear that he swelled inside of her as well.

"Like that?" she asked, and he nodded, apparently surprised.

She did it again, even grabbing one and pinching it, hearing him grunt even louder.

"I've never had anyone do that before," he said, his words coming in bunches, between thrusts. "You might make me come, so be careful."

For the first time, it hit Claire that her son was bareback in her vagina. Somehow in the heat of things, she completely glossed over the fact that their coupling could go beyond pure lust and passion.

"Do you have protection?" she asked, feeling a tremor of laughter at the late timing of the question. She regretted having to ask something so unsexy.

"Don't worry, I'll pull out," he answered.

The nipple play and the talking had caused Jase to slow his thrusting, but at these words he picked up again, going faster than before. The feel of him inside of her, his cock hitting her pleasure points and his pubis hitting her vulva, drove any objections to this strategy out of Claire's mind. Instead, she decided to trust him, and sank into the experience of having sex with her son.

His arms, hard and rigid as he held himself over her. His legs, strong and solid, pounding his pelvis into hers. His hips, rolling with each thrust. His cock, stretching her open, filling her up. The sound of his groans and grunts as he worked her over.

Claire looked down to watch him enter her over and over, and the sight was so satisfying that she thought she'd never want it to stop, but she knew it had to. She started to move her hips, rolling them up and down, adding to the magic of his cock, and felt her core tighten up in response. The tension built, waves of pleasurable feedback adding to it with each plunge, until she was at the crest, and looking down at a wonderful -

"I have to stop," Jase said, stopping immediately, and pulling his dick out of her.

Well, that wasn't fair. Claire could feel her vagina pulsing, squeezing, clenching on nothing as it was denied its opportunity to come on the pleasurable organ fucking it a second ago.

"Right then?" she whined. "I was so close."

"Yeah, sorry," he said, gasping slightly.

She looked at him, his penis as hard as any she'd ever seen, coated in her fluids.

"That close?"

He nodded, and fell back on the bed. She giggled at the sight of him pointing to the sky.

Claire sat up and moved to him, crouching down between his legs. She had never tasted her own juices, but the sight of him there, hard and unsatisfied - as she was - made her curious. Careful not to touch him anywhere, she lowered her head down and took him between her lips. The taste wasn't bad at all.

His reaction was immediate, and he groaned as his entire length disappeared into her mouth. She knew it wouldn't take long, and so she sucked him in a short bobbing motion, tongue flickering back and forth. The reward was sudden, his cock swelling, expanding in her mouth, and then a pistol shot of semen was hitting the back of her tongue. It was followed by another, and another, each shot was quickly swallowed down, but there was so much that it was seeping out the corners of her latched lips, oozing down his shaft.

Claire coaxed every drop she could out of him, before eventually letting him slip out, falling on his belly with a splat.

She pulled at Jase, urging him to move away from the edge of the bed, until he was on a solid foundation. He looked at her with a question in his eyes, and she crawled over to give him a closed-mouth kiss. She wasn't sure if he was into tasting his own stuff.

Continuing her crawl, she straddled his chest, and then his head, ending up perched over his face. Mother looked down at son, framed by her breasts and her thighs, and slowly lowered herself to his mouth.

Figuring that smothering her own child in a hotel room wouldn't go over well, she kept her pussy hovering above him, just in reach of his tongue. The first thing to register was a warm, silky-smooth snake tracing her labia. This prehensile, intelligent, appendage went traveling up and down her pussy, until she felt her son grab her thighs and pull her down onto him.

Now he was using his lips and his tongue, delving as deep as he could into her entrance, the wriggling, pressing, pushing magical dildo driving her closer to her previously lost orgasm. The final push came when he moved up to her clit, and pursed his lips on it, sucking it and flicking it with his tongue, like a tiny cock.

"Fuck, Jase... Oh fuck, yesssss!" she screamed, as he pushed her over the edge. Although with where his ears were, he might not have heard.

Claire rode through her own climax, muscles straining, mouth open in a silent scream as a shockwave of pleasure spread from her pleased pussy to her chest and her breasts and her arms and legs. To save her son from potentially drowning in her juices, she rolled off of him and ended up in the fetal position, thighs and vagina clenching.

In the back of her head, buried in hormones, was the thought that it'd be nice to be coming on his penis.

Mother and son lay on the king-sized bed, recovering from the prematurely ended consensual coitis, and the subsequent oral orgasms. Claire kept the real world at bay in her head, refusing to let it in, just basking in the memory of their lovemaking. When she had recovered a bit, she rolled over and cuddled up to him, and they fell asleep right there.

Sometime later, Claire woke up to find her head still on Jase's chest, rising and lowering rhythmically. Her crotch was sticky with dried fluids, and she could feel her skin peel off his as she rolled away. She lifted her head and looked down his body, taking in the cock that had been fucking her earlier. It was soft, limp, tuckered out. Surely it wasn't all the way exhausted, right? Jase was young.

Feeling the urge to have him in her again, Claire sat up and knelt over his middle. She blew on his cock, watching it for reaction. Nothing. A small lick, from bottom to top. Something? She did it again, taking longer, and definitely got a reaction. With a slow, rolling awakening, the quiescent organ turned tumescent, and it was soon ready.

Throwing one leg over her son's middle, Claire held onto his shaft with delicate fingers, and propped the now hard prick between her inner lips, opening her up. Watching it come alive had gotten her own engine running as well, and it was with little effort that she was able to sink down on him, until she was fully settled, and he was fully embedded.

Satisfied with her efforts, she looked up at his face for the first time to find him watching her.

"About time," she said, and leaned over him. "Grab my tits," she said.

He did, and she started to ride.

This time she was in control, and she used it to great effect, swapping between sitting up to just roll her hips, to leaning over him to ride. In this new position, Jase's cock reached different places, and she was sure that there was no room for more cock inside of her.

Once again, she could feel her climax approaching, building to a crescendo. This time it wouldn't be stolen away from her, as he was sure to last longer the second time around. She grabbed the headboard and started to ride as fast as she could.

This was it. This was her time. "Aaahhhhhhh, fuck, I'm going come on your cock," she moaned.

"Mom," Jase said, but she wasn't having it. No more words. She covered his mouth with a hand and continued to ride.

This time she wanted a flesh and blood organ buried inside of her vagina, something to clench on, to grip as she fucked her way to her come. And come, she did. With one final plunge down onto her son's cock, Claire froze up, crying out her pleasure for anyone to hear. Jase's pubic bone was pressed right up against her clit, and as she quivered, it massaged, increasing the power and length of her peak.

The triumphant mom, face flushed with victory and satisfaction, looked down at her son. He looked concerned.

"What? What's wrong?" she asked, removing her hand.

"When you came, so did I," he said, and then she could feel it. His cock was still pulsing inside of her, still sending the loads of virile sperm where it shouldn't be. What to do? It was too late now.

"It's okay. It's done now, let's not worry about it. I can take care of it," she soothed.

Laying down on his chest, prick still plugged far inside the entrance of her potent womb, Claire kissed her son, softly, slowly, sensually. Her sensitive pussy was still sending signals to her body, and she didn't want that to end just yet. So they kissed, and after a time she felt his juices start to flow out of her, onto him, soaking the bed. His penis softened and fell out of her, and she paused in the kissing to give him a pout, and then she was laying her head down on his chest.

The outside world was kept at bay for a while longer, but eventually it came barging back. It occurred to Claire to wonder what time it was. She made a mental note to thank Amber for her promise to cover for her when she saw it was almost 4pm.

Mother and son dressed in silence.

"So, what now?" she asked, once they were ready to leave.

"I'm not sure. I didn't think we'd ever get this far, nevermind today."

Claire looked around the room. "You didn't think we'd get this far?"

"Well, a guy has to hope, right?"

"Yeah, well, I'm hoping I don't get pregnant right now, so next time, make sure your hope brings condoms."

He coloured, the red rising up from his neck. "Yeah, sorry about that. It won't happen again."

They both realized at the same time that they'd referred to a repeat performance.

"I guess this means we'll be doing this again," Claire said, thoughtfully. The prospect sent a shiver of anticipation up her back.

"I would very much like that," he said, leaning in for a kiss.

She returned it, with interest, and then pushed him away. "Down boy. And girl. We need to get back to normal for now."

Normal was returning home, to the regular dinner with George. The regular TV with George. The regular bedtime routine with George. It was so normal, Claire wanted to scream.

Her recent activity with Jase, including the dates, had opened her eyes to a different type of life. A life with laughter and passion and spontaneity. Of course, she had had that life with George, once upon a time. Married life lent towards routine, as the years drifted by, and she couldn't blame her husband for the life they had built together.

That didn't lessen the attraction she felt, of course. Pondering what she'd do if forced to choose between her old lover and her new one, Claire couldn't come up with an answer. She supposed it would become clear if it ever came to that.