The Reprieve

She gasped and laughed, smacking my arm. "Jason! Shame on you!" I just laughed and shrugged. She smiled at me sideways and shook her head as we continued to the ticket booth. She paid for our tickets and we walked inside just as the previews were starting. A few minutes later we were engulfed in darkness and eerie music. For the next hour and a half, mom reached over whenever something creepy was happening and would squeeze my arm. Eventually I lifted the armrest and she was able to scoot closer to me, leaning into me. At one point she gripped my leg and screamed, her fingers digging into my thigh. I rested my hand on her thigh and squeezed when she would squeeze mine. She never said anything or looked at me.

Fortunately she also didn't notice my erection. I missed about a third of the movie between copping feels of my mom's leg, with the smooth skin and firm muscle, and taking glimpses down her shirt as she curled into me. I hope she didn't notice either of these, but I couldn't take it back if she did. We were almost alone in the theater and when the movie ended, the other people leaving as soon as the credits rolled.

"You can move your hand," mom laughed.

"Sorry." I lifted my hand away.

She patted my knee and stood. When she leaned over to get her purse from the seat beside her, I caught myself looking at her ass briefly before she stood. I stood and adjusted my dick before she turned around, so I could make the bulge less obvious. She turned around and said, "Now what?"

"I don't know," I said. "We had just talked about breakfast and a movie."

"Tyler won't be home until almost four, so we have plenty of time."

"Have you been to Skeeter's?" I asked.

"No. I've seen the commercials."

"Let's go. They have a full arcade and a good menu. It'll be fun."

"Sounds good to me."

Twenty minutes later we were getting $25 cards at Skeeter's and mom was talking about how she couldn't believe this place. It looked like a nice restaurant, complete with a fully stocked bar. "They don't let children in after four o'clock," I explained. They open the gambling tables," I said, pointing to green felt tables for poker, blackjack, roulette, and craps, "But since gambling is illegal, you just pay to play in thirty minute increments, but you can't win or lose any money."

"I need to remember this place," she laughed. "The girls would love it!"

"You're probably right." We walked into the arcade in the back and she laughed as she pointed out some classic games, but they were connected to projectors and screens.

"I've always wanted to try this one!" she said.

"Sounds good. I've never played." It sounds weird to say, but it was a fishing game, and when you cast the rod, the weight would hit the screen and create a plop in the water. You could reel it back in to troll a fish or let it sit and wait for a bite. Honestly, it was more fun than I thought it would be and was also surprised that mom had even wanted to try it. We laughed and played three games before we decided to do something else.

"That was fun," said mom.

"I'm surprised you wanted to try that one."

"Well, I don't know if you know this about me, but I used to go fishing with my dad all the time when I was growing up."

"Really?"

"Yep. Even won a tournament. It was one of those where anything you caught counted, so it didn't have to be a bass, and I won with this ugly old catfish. But, hey, I got a trophy!"

We played a couple more games and then agreed on some lunch. By the time we enjoyed our lunch and used up the game cards on some more games, it was almost three o'clock. We headed home so we could be there when Tyler came in and could make sure he was ready to go to dad's for the weekend.

As I drove home, mom reached for my hand on the console and squeezed it. "I really had a great time with you today," she said.

"Me, too." She didn't let go of my hand, and I didn't prompt her to. "So, do you want to do something tonight or tomorrow?"

"I think we should stay home tonight. We'll see about tomorrow."

"Fair enough." I noticed she was idly rubbing her thumb on the back of my hand as she looked out the side window. I cleared my throat and when she looked over at me I asked, "How about after Tyler leaves, I give you a foot rub, help you relax a little."

"Mmmm, that sounds nice. I haven't had a foot rub in a long time. By the way, I don't think Tyler or your father need to know you stayed home today, do you?"

"I don't think so."

*******

We weren't home for very long when Tyler came in. Mom and I both helped get Tyler ready by making sure he had everything he needed and that all his homework was finished before he left. Next thing we know, it is six o' clock and dad shows up to pick up my brother. Dad offered again for me to come with them, but mom insisted she needed me. It was obvious that dad was itching to leave and was uncomfortable talking with mom anyway.

Rather than cooking, mom thought it would be easier and more fun just to order in. We ordered Chinese food to have it delivered and mom decided we should change while we waited. I put on some gym shorts and a t-shirt and scrolled through our movie choices to see if mom wanted to watch any of them. When she came in, my groin immediately tingled. I don't know that she did it on purpose, and it wasn't just her choice of lounge wear; it was her choice on top of the events of the day: the porn last night, the mini skirt today, the cleavage, conversation, touching, and the knowledge that it would just be the two of us for the next two days. Foolish? Yes. Pitiful actually. But it's how I was thinking and my body responded against my will.

She walked casually in front of me, looking at the television. I couldn't tell if I just noticed the move of her hips for the first time, or if it was just a little exaggerated, but her walk was a little sexy. She was wearing a short satin nightgown, dark red with spaghetti straps. It wasn't the first time she had worn it around the house, but tonight I saw it differently. Was she wearing it differently?

"What are we watching?" she asked, settling down beside me on the couch. Her breasts moved gently as she settled. No bra. The little bumps of her nipples were evident, but she didn't seem to notice. No, this wasn't right. This is my mother; she's not trying to tease me or seduce me. I've been watching way too much MILF porn.

"Up to you," I answered. "These are the on-demand movies that just came out. If you see something you like we'll take a look."

"Sounds good." I scrolled through and she would stop me on occasion and ask me to flip over to the description. We were still looking through the movies when the doorbell rang. Mom told me the money was on the counter and to take care of it while she looked for a movie.

After taking care of the delivery and getting everything ready, I brought in her plate and drink, then brought in my own. As I sat down, she said, "How about this one? I hear it's pretty good."

"Is it six dollars good?"

"I don't know, but it's six dollars. It won't break us. If it stinks, we'll find something else."

"Well, it has sexual situations in it," I said, pointing at the screen that had the rating and reasons.

"It's still only rated R, so they can't be that bad," she shrugged. She glanced at me and said, "It's probably not the worst you've seen." She did a terrible job of hiding her smile.

I muttered something like, "Yeah, I guess." I don't remember exactly. I had a bunch of thoughts just run through my head when she said that. What did she know, had she seen or heard something, that kind of stuff. But she didn't make a big deal about it, so I didn't either.

She curled her legs up and started the movie. She chose one that was a thriller and it when it said it had sexual situations in it, it was more than either of us was really expecting. They were pretty graphic. This guy was an addiction counselor, but over the course of time it was revealed that he was a sex addict himself, and he had two or three escorts he called on a regular basis. The sex on-screen didn't show any penetration, obviously, but it was still pretty graphic.

"Wow," mom said, her eyebrows arched, "I remember when all you would see was boobs and butts. Now you see. . . well. . . more."

"Do you want me to turn it off?" I asked.

"No, that's okay. I mean, unless you want to. I'm kind of into the story now. But I can watch it later."

"I'm cool with it if you are."

"Watching sex movies with your mom, huh?"

"Don't make it weird."

She laughed and we watched for another couple of minutes before she said, "At least everyone is beautiful."

"There's that."

"I can't believe they showed his Johnson," mom said.

"Mom!"

"What? They did!"

"I know, but still!"

"Well, if you had a dangler like that, wouldn't you be showing it off, too?"

"I don't know. It's not that impressive."

"Trust me, it's impressive," she laughed. I just shrugged. "What? Oh, did I embarrass you? Don't worry, baby, it's how you use it that's most important. Meet a woman's needs and size isn't much of an issue."

"I'm not saying anything," I said. "Besides, most of those women look like their boobs are fake. They don't look like real ones."

"They are a little too round, huh?" she snickered.

"Yeah. I like real ones."

She paused the movie and looked at me. "How do you know that?"

"Know what?"

"How do you know you like real ones? You've only had a couple of girlfriends that I know of, and girls your age are generally too young to have implants. So how do you know?"

"Well. . . I. . . uh. . ."

"Porn?!"

"Mom!" I was embarrassed that she even said the word.

"It is! You've been looking at porn! Jason, no! That's a bad idea. Do you know how many problems that can cause? Now I know why you can't keep your eyes off of me!"

"What?! Mom!"

"It's true! I catch you all the time checking out my boobs or my butt or legs. It's one thing for you to check out my friends, and even your friends' mothers, but you can't even keep your eyes off of me."

"That's not true, mom."

"Yes it is. That's why you're always hiding your erections." Her eyes went wide and her hand flew to her mouth as soon as she said it.

"MOM!"

"I'm sorry, Jason," she said, reaching for me. "I shouldn't have said that."

"No, you shouldn't have! I can't believe you!"

She placed her hand on mine and quietly apologized. "I'm really sorry, honey. It just slipped out."

I sighed and nodded. "It's okay. Maybe you're right. I shouldn't be looking at porn and I admit. . . don't be mad, okay? Or think I'm a creep?"

"I promise."

"I admit that I do notice how beautiful you are. I can't help it. And when Steve and Baxter make comments, it doesn't help."

"Bax? I thought he was gay."

"No way! Not Bax. He gets more pu. . . girls than anyone I've ever met!"

"Have they ever said anything about their own mothers?"

I glanced at her and looked down at my lap before shrugging a little.

"They have, haven't they?" I didn't answer. She paused. "Can I let you in on a little secret? You have to promise not to tell." I looked up and nodded, hopeful at getting a little dirt on that smartass Steve.

"I know Bax isn't gay. His mother, Tracey, is a good friend of mine, you know. We have occasionally talked over lunch or drinks, about some pretty big stuff. One day at lunch a couple of years ago she let it slip that she and Bax were very close." She let that statement hang in the air as if I was supposed to know what it meant. I just shook my head. "VERY. . . close." She took a sip of her drink and peered at me over the rim.

I thought I caught it. "You mean. . . they. . . is he sleeping with his mom?" I asked, surprised. She just winked at me with a little smirk.

She lowered her glass and cleared her throat. "They have been together for a couple of years now. She said it was an accident at first in a moment of weakness, but it didn't take long for her to realize this was what she really wanted. She said she feels safe with him and that because of how much they love each other, they want to make each other happy. It takes the edge off and keeps them both from making bad choices by sleeping with random people when they get antsy."

"But they're mother and son."

"I know that and so do they. She said that after that first time, they talked about it. Over time they realized this was good for them, even if no one else understood or agreed. Do they keep it secret? Yes. Do they feel guilty? Not according to Tracey."

I waited a moment before asking, but I wanted to know. "Would you? Feel guilty, I mean?"

She looked down at her glass. "I don't know," she said quietly.

"Can I tell you something?"

"Of course."

"You were right. I do think about you. Sometimes."

"I figured."

"And it's not because of the porn."

"I know. I've watched you for a long time. Honestly, at first it was weird and I thought it would pass. But then it started to get flattering." She sighed and took another sip. "Your father hasn't been interested in me for a long time. I wondered if I really looked that bad. And then I would remember that other guys looked at me: in town, your friends. You. And it was flattering. It made me feel beautiful."

"Look at me, mom." She looked up. "You are beautiful." She smiled a little and looked away.

"Thank you."

"I'm sorry you haven't heard it more. You shouldn't have those kinds of doubts."

"Your father—"

"He's an idiot." She looked shocked. "It's true. You're amazing, mom. Beautiful, intelligent, kind. If he can't see—" My words were cut off by her mouth. I had never seen her move so fast in my life, not even the time I fell off the top of the slide and she caught me before I hit the ground. Now here I was, her tongue in my mouth and she was lying on top of me. I didn't waste any time arguing, but returned her kiss with equal fervor. We kissed for a few seconds before she pulled away.

"I'm sorry," she breathed. "I didn't want to lose my nerve." Her green eyes were alive with life, something I had never seen to this extent. It was a mix of joy with sadness. Sadness for what I didn't ask. It was probably the same mix of feelings I was experiencing. Here I was making out with the woman of my dreams, the woman I loved and wanted, fantasized about. But she was my mother. Shit!

"Don't be sorry. Just don't tell me that we're going to stop at this kiss. I can't handle that."

As she pulled my hand to her breast, she asked, "Does this answer your question?"

I looked at my hand on her breast, feeling her nipple pressed against my palm. "This is sudden."

"Not as sudden as you would think."

I was confused, then I realized. "You mean. . ." She nodded and kissed me again.

I felt free to touch her. As she lay on top of me, I continued to cup and squeeze her breast. My other hand rested on her satin-covered ass. It was full and firm and I loved it. She gasped into my mouth as I pinched her nipple between my index and middle fingers before grasping her again. Her hips rolled and we moaned into each other's mouths.

She slid her legs up to either side of me, straddling my groin. "This isn't very comfortable. We should go to my room."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm making out with my son practically in my underwear, and I'm sitting on his dick. What do you think? Now come on before I change my mind."

She stood and helped me up quickly, leading me strongly by the hand toward her room. I couldn't help but watch her ass bounce under the satin of her nightgown. My prick was almost painfully hard. I was suddenly very nervous. Now I knew what mom meant when she said she had to act before she lost her nerve. I knew she was older and more experienced, but I realized that otherwise I didn't know anything about her sexual experiences or desires, what she would be okay doing. What if I'm not good enough or she doesn't like my dick? It's one thing to be with a girl who has only been with a couple of other guys my age, but here is a mature woman who knew what she wanted and liked. What if I disappointed her?

We rounded the corner into her room and she never even hesitated walking toward the bed. She turned toward me right at the edge and gave me a gentle smile as she stroked my cheek. I relaxed at her touch. It suddenly occurred to me that she didn't want a random dick to get off on. She wanted me to make love to her. She knew me, and she wanted to be with me. I was not just her son, but I was a young man she wanted to be with. If her comment about Bax's mom was any indicator, this wasn't a spur of the moment thing, and it wouldn't necessarily be the only time we did this. That knowledge both relaxed and excited me.

I pulled her to me with my hands on her waist and I kissed her gently, tracing my tongue along her top lip. She moaned quietly and kissed me back just as gently. For the longest time we just kissed, standing in her room, exploring each other's bodies with our hands as we learned to kiss each other like lovers.

Her hand smoothly slid down over my groin and she pulled back. "Whoa!"

"I know, I'm really hard. I can't help it."

"It's not that. You feel. . . oh, wow, I had no idea." She looked down at her hand as she gripped my shaft through my shorts. "Now I know why you said that guy in the movie wasn't very impressive." She lowered herself to her knees and looked up at me as if asking for permission, her eyebrows arched. I smiled as she tucked her fingers into the sides of my waistband and pulled my shorts down. My erection sprang free. It didn't hit her, but a string of precum was flung onto her cheek. She wiped at it with a smile and sucked her finger clean. A jolt of pleasure shot through me at the sight.

"Holy cow, Jase! Where did you get this?" She gripped it loosely in her hand and stroked me once. Her hands are small and both of them could have fit and part of the head would still stick out. I wasn't huge by any means, but apparently bigger than she expected.

"Stand up, let me see you."

"In a minute," she said, stroking me gently as she looked at my cock and balls. With one hand she stroked and with the other she cupped my balls, feeling their weight. She leaned in and kissed the tip, sending another jolt through me. She brought her hand over the bulb, smearing the leaking excitement back over the head and shaft, then slowly took me into her mouth, pushing all the way until I was at her throat. I couldn't believe my mother was finally giving me a blowjob. I was throbbing. She had to feel it pulsing. The veins were distended, the head swollen. As she bobbed on my cock languorously, her hand followed suit, twisting as she worked it back and forth. The fingers of her other hand tickled and scratched at my sac. I was embarrassed at the fact that I wasn't going to last very long.

"Mom, I'm sorry," I groaned. "I'm so close already."

"Good. Give it to me," she said with a sultry look in her eyes. She never looked away as I let go of my seed. She sucked and bobbed in short strokes as she swallowed my load. Shot after shot fired into her mouth and bursts of light exploded behind my eyes as I came. I practically collapsed onto the bed, having lost all strength in my legs. When I fell back, I popped free from mom's mouth.

She climbed up beside me and stroked my hair. "You okay?" she asked quietly.

"Never better," I breathed. "Where did you learn. . .? On second thought, don't answer that."

"I don't think it matters where I learned it," she laughed. "Just be happy that you draw some benefit."

"Oh, I am. Very happy." I sighed, tired from the release. I pulled her down to lie beside me and caressed her back and side as she lay against me.

"How about making me happy? Then we can both be happy." She sat up and straddled me, my limp dick lying against me, and my mother's panty-clad pussy hovering above it.