Yes Ma'am.

Joss examined herself from every angle and couldn't see any of the flaws that normally glared at her in the mirror. Instead, her wide hips, her thick thighs, jiggly tits and messy locks were her best features. This body wasn't a girl's body, but a woman's; a mother's; a lover's; Josslyn's. And it was perfect.

Not even batting an eye at the price tag, Joss made her purchase and dropped by a department store for a pair of gold stilettos, a subtle smelling perfume, and a Sephora makeup kit. She didn't use much, only enough to make her eyes smoky and bewitching, her cheeks to shimmer like rose petals and her lips to appear even more delectable. After getting dressed, she fixed her hair back, put on a pair of diamond drop earrings and misted perfume on her pulse points.

Standing in front of her full-length mirror, Joss knew that once Chase had regained consciousness, he would fall over himself groveling. Not that she would ever take him back. Scribbling out a note to Nick that she'd be back in the morning, Joss grabbed her bag, triple checked that she had the hotel key, and left to meet her secret admirer.

***

When the valet opened Josslyn's door, he lost his voice before he was able to make his customary greeting: During the drive, she'd hitched her dress up and thanks to its convenient slit, her entire right thigh was bared. It looked especially enticing bisected by a band of lace, black garter belts running down her smooth alabaster skin. On his journey up to Joss' face, he couldn't help but notice that her breasts were practically spilling out of her bra.

At last, regaining the power of speech, he welcomed her to the Four Seasons and gave her a ticket for her car. "Do you have any luggage, Ma'am?" he asked with as much professionalism as he could muster, considering Joss could have been a high-class prostitute.

"Just this." She dangled her Saint Laurent bag, which she had packed with a toothbrush and change of clothes for whenever she got around to getting dressed again.

"I hope you enjoy your stay."

"I will," Joss assured him with a wink before sashaying inside.

The Maitre D'Hotel personally escorted her to the elevator (assuming the lady was there to visit a guest with excellent taste and a large bank account) and the attendant pressed the button to her floor with a ghost of a smile on his lips. Joss felt her breath get shallower with every floor they passed.

It has to be someone I know- right? Someone who's wanted me from afar. Who's seen my beauty even when I couldn't; especially when I couldn't. Everything's going to be fine. More than fine. Incredible. Then what am I so afraid of? That it's Drew? A stalker? A psychopath...

"Forty-eighth floor, Ma'am. Your room is to the right. Please, enjoy your stay and have an excellent evening."

Joss stepped out without a word, holding the electronic pass key in front of her like a dowsing rod, letting it draw her towards her destination. And there it was. 4823. Taking a deep breath, she swiped the key and let herself inside.

The room was palatial, dimly lit, exquisitely furnished and completely empty. Soft instrumental music was filtering through the hidden speaker system and the view of the city lights against the night sky added to the ambiance. Joss took a few steps forward, her heels sinking into the plush carpet and timidly called out, "Hello?"

When no response seemed forthcoming, she walked up to a marble table set for a romantic evening. Two flute glasses waited next to champagne bottles on ice, there was a tray of fresh fruit and chocolates, a magnificent arrangement of roses, lilies, peonies and white irises, and dozens of burning candles. She was bending over to smell the bouquet when a flash of movement across the room caught her eye.

Josslyn froze, realizing that what she'd seen was actually a reflection in the floor length windows. Someone was approaching her from behind. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end when two large hands grabbed her upper arms, halting her mid-turn.

"Don't," a gruff voice ordered when Joss shrieked. "Shhh." His breath was hot against her ear, his chest pressed flush against her back, and as she surrendered to him, he relaxed his hold into a caress.

"Who are you?" she whispered as his lips brushed down her neck, leaving light kisses behind all the way down her shoulder.

"Yours," he answered unequivocally, his fingertips skating over the sides of her breasts, making them ache for his touch.

"And I'm yours."

"Are you wearing your gifts?" he rumbled in a low, reverent tone as he unzipped the back of her dress.

"Yes," she moaned as he tugged at the back of her bra.

"Show me." And he took a step back. "But don't turn around."

Fighting the urge to do just that, Joss shrugged off one strap, then the other, before drawing the bodice down over her breasts. Hooking her thumbs into the bunched up fabric at her hips, Joss peeled the dress down over her ass until it fell to the floor in a satiny puddle. Behind her, there was a deep sigh of appreciation.

"Do you like?" She turned slightly, so he could see her profile but she couldn't see him.

"Yes. Now, face forward and stay still," he ordered. When she'd complied, the fine silk fabric of a tie slipped over her eyes. With efficient finesse, as if he'd done this before, her lover secured the makeshift blindfold before circling around to her front.

Craving his touch once more, she waited patiently until he decided to grant her wish. But it wasn't his fingers that brushed her cheeks, down her nose, across her lips. It was a rose, its soft petals releasing their subtle fragrance as they danced over her skin. He trailed it down her throat, her collarbone, between the swell of her breasts, the taut line going down her abdomen, leading to her mound.

Joss swooned as he tilted her face up, twirling the rose over her pussy before tracing a return route up to her slack mouth.

"Please," she murmured, as the petals drifted over her masked eyes. "Let me see you now..."

"Not yet." The rose landed on the floor. "First, I want you to take off my clothes."

His hands guided hers to the top button of his shirt before letting Joss take over. She fumbled a bit with the first two, but as she worked her way down, her dexterity improved. Soon she was untucking the tails, exposing his chest, sliding the sleeves down his muscular arms, and tossing the shirt aside. Without the benefit of her eyes, Joss had to rely on her hands to find out how well-built he was, from his pecs to his abs to his back.

He tensed and relaxed beneath her touch, a long sigh escaping his lips as she scraped her nails down his coarse patch of hair until she reached his belt. Undoing it greedily, Joss then tugged the buckle, the sound of leather slithering out of loops like music to her ears. Metal clattered against marble as his belt landed near his shirt.

Then it was her favorite part- unbuttoning his pants and unzipping his fly. Jamming her thumbs into his pockets, Joss yanked down his trousers until he was stepping out of and kicking them aside. Drawing nearer so her tits were smashed against his chest, she tugged the waistband of his briefs open with one hand so the other could reach inside.

Josslyn couldn't see how hard her lover was, but damn if she couldn't feel it. Precum oozed from the top of his cock, his shaft was engorged with blood, balls heavy with semen.

"I want you so much," she murmured, tracing his lips with her forefinger, their smoothness contrasting with the stubbly nap surrounding them. "Kiss me, please..."

Curling an arm around Joss's waist, he cradled the back of her head and slanted his mouth over hers, drinking from her like a man who has thirsted in the desert for years. She wrapped her arms around his neck and returned his kiss, teasing with her tongue, tugging with her teeth, tempting with her touch. The growl sounding in his throat and the growing erection pressing into Joss' belly made her tremble.

When their mouths parted, he unknotted his tie and tossed it aside. "Look at me."

Joss' eyes fluttered open and at last, she beheld her Valentine.

And nearly fainted.

"Nicky?"

***

Feeling his mother go slightly limp in his arms, Nick lifted her up and carried her to the nearby chaise, laying her down like a child before sitting by her side. It was like those many nights he'd laid her in bed before, but now she was nearly naked and fully awake.

"Nick? Why are you here? What are you doing?" she asked in disbelief as he tenderly kissed her forehead. Joss felt their roles shifting and intertwining in a way that was as arousing as it was forbidden.

"You know why, Mom. Because I'm your secret admirer. I always have been."

"Oh, baby, you can't mean that. You're my son." Joss said it as much for his benefit as her own. She had always thought Nick was attractive- sexy even- but looming above her, his handsome face etched with shadows, eyes dark with lust, hands running over her like a lover's, hardness struggling against his cotton briefs, Joss thought Nick was the sexiest man she'd ever seen.

"But I do," he assured her, aware of the effect he was having on his mother as he raked his fingers through her glorious mane, skimming his nails over her scalp. "That's why I did this. To show you how much I really love you. How special and beautiful and sexy I think you are."

"Nick, I love you too." Joss meant to put her hands on his chest to push him away but ended up running them over his pecs instead. "That's why I can't let this go any further..." Her words only got feebler as Nick's palm found its way between her thighs.

"You can and you will. I'm going to make you my slutty little Valentine, Mom, and you're going to love every minute of it," he stated confidently, rubbing her cunt through her soaked panties.

"Nicky, please, listen-" but her plea ended with a sharp cry as his hand slipped underneath the fabric and made direct contact with her flesh.

"Mmmm, you're so smooth...so hot...so fucking wet," he snarled between kissing her so roughly it was almost cruel. It was everything she'd wanted- the force, the weight, the friction, the need- but from the last person Joss had ever expected it from.

"When's the last time a man ate you out until you begged him to stop?"

"Never..."

"Ah, then we're both in for a treat." Using his ultra-raspy voice again, Nick informed his captive of his intentions while he unclipped her garter belts. "Because I don't plan," clip, "on stopping", clip, "until you," clip, "beg," clip.

"Oh, fuck," was all Joss could say when her son tugged at the waistband of her underwear. Almost instinctively, she lifted her bottom so Nick could pull them off. Alarm bells were going off in the dim recesses of her mind, but the blood pumping in her ears was drowning all of that out.

"Look at me," he commanded, spreading her thighs with his rough hands. Once their eyes were locked, he descended between his mother's legs. Slowly, deliberately, he slid his nose along her labia, from bridge to tip, then circled her hooded clit with his tongue.

"Oh, Nick, please- oh, fuck please!" Joss was writhing as he teased her with the lightest amount of pressure, his arms restraining her so she couldn't buck against his face.

"Please what, Mom?"

"Please eat my pussy!"

"Yes Ma'am," he said, spreading his tongue over her needy sex and lapping up its tangy essence.

When other lovers went down on Joss in the past, she would close her eyes and drift off into sensation. But even if he'd let her, Joss couldn't help but watch her son lavishing her pussy with his expert attention. His tongue moved hard and fast, with interludes of soft and slow, mashing his lips around and scraping her pink flesh with his stubble.

And then Nick inserted his index and middle fingers, curled them up and caressed her silky interior until he found that tender spot Joss had almost forgotten about.

"Yes Nicky, right there, oh fuck!" she whimpered as he massaged her g-spot.

"Mmmm, you like that?" Nick chuckled, not stopping his manipulations as he moved up over her body, pressing his hard-on against her thigh. "You like having your son's fingers inside you?"

"Yes," Joss confessed, pulling him down by his thick black hair to give him a sloppy, voluptuous, unmotherly kiss. Her hand found its way down to his crotch and was rubbing his thick shaft through the fabric.

"Do you want your son's cock inside you?" Nick hissed, grinding against her palm.

"Don't make me say it..."

He was easing back down again, a wicked grin curving his lips as he opened her legs even wider. "I think I will," he murmured, blowing across her swollen nub, twisting his fingers.

"Oh, Nick, I need to cum, please make me cum..." Joss whined as she tried to hump his face.

"I will as soon as you say the words."

"But it's wrong, baby, it's so wrong."

"I know, Mom. That's why I want you to say it. Say it and I'll make you cum," he promised, lowering his mouth until it hovered just an inch above her aching sex.

"I want my son's cock inside me... I want your cock, Nicky. I want you..."

With triumph gleaming in his eyes, Nick made good on his word, working her g-spot while he sucked and tugged on her clit, his steady humming acting like a vibrator. Josslyn let go, throwing her head back, her mouth in a perfect O as her perfect O shook her body, mind, and soul. And feeling her shudder and clench around him, Nick kept going, drawing out every climax his mother had been holding in.

"Oh God, Nick, oh you have to stop, oh please, I think I'm gonna- oh fuck!" And with a burst of ecstasy, cum flooded out her cunt, spilling over Nick's fingers, splashing his face, dripping down onto the upholstery. "Um, oh fuck, you have to stop. Oooh, please, stop!" she begged as he continued lapping up her cream.

Seeing what a mess she'd made, Joss blushed self-consciously, but her son looked far from displeased. He sucked on his fingers and grinned.

"Mmm, I've never made a woman squirt before."

"I'm sorry..."

Nick laughed, running his fingertips over her slippery thighs. "Don't be sorry. I'm so fucking hard right now..."

"Oh, baby, you are," Joss muttered as he slid up next to her side. "You should let Mama take care of that for you." The words came out of her mouth before she knew what she was saying.

"I think I will." Nick laid on his back, rolling his mother on top of him as he did. "But first, I want to see your tits," he told her, unhooking the back of her bra before letting his arms fall to his side.

"Show me."

"What was that?" Joss leaned forward, letting her loose breasts dangle in front of him. "I couldn't quite hear you?"

"I said show me your tits, slut."

Other lovers had called Joss a slut in the heat of the moment, but it had never turned her on as much as hearing it come from her son's mouth. She squeezed her creamy globes together, sliding the sheer red cups around over her stiff nipples, both straps sliding off her shoulders until her bra fell over Nick's face. Joss picked it up with her teeth and tossed it to the side.

Wearing only the garter belt and stockings now, her open sex was resting on his cotton-clad erection and her tits swayed tantalizingly close to his mouth. When Nick latched onto one nipple, a swirl of conflicting feelings stirred in her core. It was delicious, the way he sucked her breasts for pleasure now when they'd once given him milk. She couldn't help but rub her clit against his shaft, imagining how full she would feel with him inside.

After another moment of suckling, Nick held one of her breasts in each hand, running his thumbs around her rosy areolas with a look of awe.

"Now be a good slut and suck my cock, Mom," he said softly.

"You're such a bad boy, Nicky, making your mother suck your cock..."

"Oh, I could make you," he mumbled as Joss slithered down his body, nipples grazing against his coarse chest hairs. "But you're such a slut, I know I don't have to."

And together, they pulled down his underwear and freed his cock, which bobbed against his stomach. Joss had never seen such a monster, so thick and veiny and gorgeous.

"Mmm, you're right. I'm such a slut that I want to." Licking her way up the sensitive underside, she wrapped her lips around his flushed cockhead and took him into her mouth.

"Fuck me!" Her son had obviously not expected her to swallow his considerable length so far, so fast.

Joss hummed proudly at her ability to take Nick off guard with her oral skills. Soon baby, she thought, running her tongue along the contours of his shaft as she descended, hollowing out her cheeks as she applied suction on the way up.

"You're so pretty with my cock in your mouth," he mused

"Mmhmming" around him, Joss worked his dick even further in, loving the feel of her lips stretching around the girth as they finally reached the base, the sound he made as she contracted her throat, the way the ridged, velvety texture of his shaft tickled as she explored it with her tongue.

In between diligently servicing his cock, Joss suckled his balls with infinite tenderness, massaged his taint, pulled out every trick she'd been taught or discovered by happy accident.

With a great deal of effort, Nick held her head still a moment. "I want to fuck your tits," he panted, answering his mother's unasked question.

Letting his prick pop out of her mouth, Joss gazed up beneath her thick eyelashes, lips looking especially sultry, so swollen and slick. After letting a stream of spit dribble down for lubrication, Joss had his shaft lodged in her cleavage and Nicky was squeezing her breasts together while he fucked them. Saliva dripped from her open mouth, her tongue flowed over his prick's underside and her lips rolled the meaty ring around its head as he did.

Even though she'd just had several orgasms, she couldn't help but touch herself, three fingers shoved up her cunt while her palm circled her clit.

"Fuck, Mom, I'm gonna cum," he grunted, shoving her head down until he hit the back of her throat.

Taking his cues, Joss started bobbing up and down, sucking in earnest, tears streaming down her cheeks as she deep-throated her son with all she had. Nick fucked her face right back, telling his mother what a good slut she was, how hard he was going to cum in her mouth, until the first splash of his seed washed over her tonsils. Sparks flashed before her eyes as Joss felt her own climax erupting.

"Aw, fuck!" he swore, slamming a fist against the cushion as he emptied his balls, Joss milking every drop; he had to push her off his cock once he was spent, or she would have kept going until he was hard again.

Josslyn had never been more satisfied after giving a man a blowjob. Or more pleased to taste his load. Even with Michael, she loved the act of giving head, even of swallowing, but not the flavor. Nick's cum she could sip from a bottle.

"That was incredible, Mom." Nick sat up and pulled her close, kissing her slowly and lovingly in a way that made her toes curl.

"If I'd known you could give head like that..."

"What? You would have done this sooner?"

"Are you disappointed it was me?" he asked after a pause. There was a serious tone in his voice that Joss recognized as needing approval.

"Oh baby, I hope you can tell that I'm not," Joss told him before kissing him just as deliberately. "I'm the only one who's been a disappointment. All those times I got drunk and you carried me to bed, you were such a good son and a gentleman and I was far from a good mother or a lady.

"I know why I want you, but I can't begin to fathom why you could want me. I don't remember everything I did or said, but from what I do recall it can't have been very attractive..."