Debbie and Jake felt okay the next morning, neither mentioning the incident last night. They felt no discomfort in one another’s presence and Jake spent the day washing the car, helping his mum with the housework and then, in the evening, going round to a friend’s house. In the house alone, Debbie had been working out in the living room when, as she did he exercises, she’d began to think of last night. She had suddenly become very horny, thinking of her son’s touch on her tits and the way they’d got carried away and snogged. Turning off her music tape, Debbie had felt possessed by rampant horniness, her usually abstract sexual fantasies of been made love to by anonymous hunky men cast aside in favour of explicit thoughts about her son. She had stripped off in the living room and sat on the sofa and frigged her hot pink slit. After she had climaxed, Debbie wasn’t satisfied, so she had rushed upstairs and into Jonathan’s bedroom. She had lain on the boy’s bed and masturbated, thinking about her son, remembering how hard his cock had felt when she accidentally touched it last night, sliding two fingers into her hot snatch whilst shoving two more up her tight arsehole. Only after two powerful climaxes did Debbie’s rampant desires and thoughts subside. The naked blonde had sat up on the bed, shocked at the lust that had possessed her, particularly that it had been so consciously directed towards her son. Feeling a little ashamed she had straightened up Jake’s bed then gone into the bathroom to shower.
Whilst under the hot steaming water, Debbie had heard her son arrive home. Panic had set in. Her work-out gear was downstairs and she had no clothes or dressing gown in the bathroom! She’d turned off the water and hear her son walk up the stairs.
“I’m home mum,” he’d called.
“Okay honey,” Debbie had replied.
She listened as Jake went into his bedroom before she made a break for it. Naked, she had slowly opened the bathroom door and glanced to one-side to where Jake’s room was. The door was open but the youth could not be seen. Debbie had slipped out the bathroom, quickly walking down the hallway and into her bedroom, shutting the door behind her and breathing deeply, relieved. She went to put some clothes on.
What she hadn’t know is that Jake had stepped out of his room a second before Debbie had entered her own room. He had glanced to oneside and, for half-a-second, he’d glimpsed his mother nude, her back (and fantastic bum!) to him, her lithe body glistening damply. Then Debbie had shut her door, not realizing Jake had seen her. The boy sprang an instant hard-on and was compelled to go into the bathroom and jack-off. After spurting his cum and cleaning himself up, he went downstairs. Only then, his lust sated by his onanistic attentions (his fifth of the day, even though it was only five o’clock!) did Jake try to work out why his mum had been sneaking about naked. True, she’d been in the shower, but why hadn’t she taken some clothes in there? Then there was the pink lycra top and shorts scattered on the floor in the living room. Why had she undressed there and not in the bathroom?
Jake decided he would never know, and furthermore there was obviously some innocent explanation. He went into the kitchen, greeted his (now dressed!) mother and helped her make dinner.
Debbie worked late a few nights during that week and went out with Selma for a fun (but uneventful) night out on Wednesday.
On Thursday they were sitting watching TV. Jake was, as usual, dressed in his favorite jeans and a T-shirt, whilst Debbie wore a short red skirt and a silk dark blue blouse.
All evening Jake was anxious to ask his mum if she might like to repeat the activity of last Friday night, which neither had spoken about. He was sure his mum would refuse, given that she had appeared to have expressed reget about it immediately afterwards.
To Jake’s shock – and delight – his mum made the first move.
“Jake honey?” she began.
“Yeah mum?” her son replied, casually.
“Do you want to do that thing that we did last Friday again?”
“Um, sure,” Jake said, feeling thrilled, “If you want to that is. I don’t want you to feel obliged to do so.”
“No no, I’m fine. We’re not doing anything wrong are we?”
“No, not at all,” agreed Jake. He didn’t fully believe that, and he sensed his mum didn’t either, given that she had spoken of ‘that thing we did last Friday’ rather than ‘the time you played with my tits!’ Jake nonetheless felt that his mother’s denial of the reality of what they had done was no big deal though – if she was willing to do it, so was he.
Debbie knelt up on the sofa, unbuttoning her expensive blouse, smiling mischeivously at Jake, who watched as his mum took off her blouse. She removed her bra next, kneeling up now in just her red skirt. Jake’s cock was growing stiff in his pants but he couldn’t hide the bulge and figured that there was no point anyway. Surely his mum knew what arousing effect this was having on his teen libido. Perhaps that was what she wanted!
“Grope away,” laughed Debbie, thrusting her boobs out towards her son, keeping it light-hearted to disguise her barely hidden lust. Jake reached out and started feeling his mum’s breasts, Debbie urging him on to ‘do whatever you want’ so that the boy didn’t feel nervously obliged to keep her happy, but just content to know he could explore her boobs as his leisure. Once again, Jake noticed that his mum’s nipples were very stiff which, coupled with her deep breathing, indicated she was pretty damn turned on! He tried to ignore this fact though, and also his own erection in his pants, as he stroked and played with his mum’s tits. He liked cupping them, lifting the heavy round boobs upwards and feeling their not inconsiderable weight. He would squeeze them together to emphasize her cleavage, Debbie grinning, amused as her teenaged son played with her tits like a child would play with a toy.
After five-minutes, Jake was worried that he was so turned on he would shoot his load in his pants. He took his hands away and nervously said “I’ve er…finished,” before breaking into giggles, as did Debbie. She had to admit, there wasn’t much else he could have said. She put her bra on and blouse and the two of them sat and watched some more TV. Jake left it as long as his patience would allow (three-minutes) before he claimed to be going upstairs ‘to do some homework’. He came downstairs forty-minutes later, having jacked off twice and foolishly thinking his mum wouldn’t have guessed what he’d really been up to! That night, in her bed alone, Debbie masturbated for an hour. She felt a bit ‘dirty’ for so consciously thinking of her son and how he’d so wonderfully played with her breasts earlier. However, she couldn’t help herself, frigging herself madly, fingering her cunt and arsehole. She felt guilty after she had climaxed three times in sixty-minutes but was too tired to dwell on things. She fell asleep on top of the bed-covers, naked and with sticky fingers.
A few days later, on Sunday. The little breast-fondling activity was repeated. This time, it was Jake who suggested it in after he and his mum had just finished breakfast. He hadn’t had his usual morning jerk-off session so he was feeling extra horny to the point of feeling confident enough to ask his mum if they could ‘do that thing, y’know…where I play with your boobs’. Debbie was quite happy to comply. In the living room, on the sofa, Debbie knelt in just a pair of white jeans, her breasts on display for her son to enjoy. Jake was still in just a pair of boxer-shorts, having realized that his mum eyed him up a bit when he was topless and his sculpted young torso was on display.
He was soon merrily playing with his mum’s tits, growing more comfortable, as was Debbie. She got a thrill out of this and was slowly beginning to accept this. After all – as she so often said to Jake – it was only a bit of ‘fun’.
As Jake was lightly pinching her nipples and making her feel really good, she glanced down at the impressive bulge in his crotch. She cleared her throat and decided to suggest something a little more brave.
“Honey?” she began, “Do you want to relieve yourself?”
“How do you mean mum?” stammered Jake, hands on Debbie’s tits, blushing.
“Well, let’s be honest honey. When you’ve finished…playing with me, you’ll nip upstairs to…relieve yourself. You follow?”
“You mean, spank my monkey?” asked Jake, grinning.
“Yeah,” laughed Debbie, glad that the brief tension had been broken, “Yeah, that’s what I mean. I just wasnt, er, sure of the current terminology. Anyway, instead of scurrying upstairs and doing it in private, why not do it down here? I mean, we’re friends, we’re mother and son, there’s no reason why we should have such secrets.”
“Um…you mean, I just jack off here? In front of you?”
“If you want. You don’t have to. I just thought you might find it…fun. I would, sort of.”
Jake grinned. This sounded wild and more than a little kinky, but his prick was far to stiff and throbbing to give his mildly neurotic doubts about this plan any attention. He got off the sofa and, only a little nervously, took off his shorts. He stood there in just his T-shirt, his mum kneeling on the sofa in just white jeans and white socks. The nipples atop her big firm breasts were erect and her crystal blue eyes were fixed to Jake’s crotch. Sprouting from his sparsley haired groin was his prick, which was seven-inches in length and incredibly hard looking. It was only a bit bigger than the average cock but it looked more sizable because Jake was fairly slender and only five-foot-five, not yet having hit his growth spurt.
“What shall I do mum?” asked Jake, kneeling in front of his mother, feeling a little shy about having his erection on display in front of his mum! He experienced a brief spasm of neuroses about doing this, but he had gone this far and was too horny to give a damn. His prick was sticking straight up like a veiny club of hard boy-meat.
“Just do what you normally do honey,” Debbie suggested.
Jake nervously grasped his hard cock with one hand whilst with his other he reached out and resumed stroking his mum’s breasts.
“You don’t mind do you?” he asked a moment later, pumping his erection gently whilst running his hands over Debbie’s tits.
“Of course not,” Debbie reassured him, smiling warmly, “It’s only a bit of fun, we’re not doing anything unatural or freaky! I just thought that as you masturbated – and as I know you masturbate – whilst probably thinking back to playing with my boobs, I just think it makes sense, and saves time, to combine them. Don’t be shy honey. You have fun.”
“Are you having fun mum?”
“Of course. It’s nice to feel you…y’know, play with me.” Debbie was about to add how much she liked seeing her son stroke his hard adolescent cock, but she wasn’t sure if she should go that far! She could barely admit it to herself. Kneeling face-to-face with his mum on the sofa, Jake masturbated for several minutes, lightly pinching his mum’s nipples in turn and cupping her tits. He felt his climax quickly approaching without much warning.
“I’m gonna…cum,” he stammered, beating off hard, “What shall I do mum?” “Just keep going honey,” she urged him, feeling a surge of joy at the prospect of seeing her darling son’s fountain burst! “Keep jerking off Jake, whilst playing with my tits. Don’t worry about the mess…that’s it…keep pumping.” With one hand clamped firmly over his mother’s right breast, Jake pumped his dick in his other fist and let out a moan of pleasure, his eyes shutting tight as he spurted his cum into the air. Most of the wads of hot string sperm splashed onto his thighs and his busy fist, but Debbie felt one big dollop splatter over her white jeans. She looked down, both at Jake’s hand over her tit and also as he masturbated and fired his boy-cum everwhere. She felt such joy that her body could inspire such an appreciative burst of spunk from a boy! “Phew, I’m finished mum,” smiled Jake. His cock was wilting in his slick hand. “You go and clean up honey, have a quick wash,” Debbie said.
“Sure mum,” Jake replied. He got off the sofa and walked out the room and upstairs, taking his boxer shorts with him. He didn’t feel guilty about things at all and in fact, he felt a bit horny still! He could almost do with another wank!
Debbie stood up in the living whilst Jake was upstairs having a quick shower. She scooped up the cum on her jeans with a forefinger. She bought the digit up, eyeing the sperm that clung to the tip of her finger. Debbie sniffed it, inhaling the beautiful aroma of her son, the saltiness of the semen. Though she felt an overpowering urge to suck her finger, Debbie decided that it could potentially go too far. If she was going to indulge in just-for-fun sexual games with her son then she ought to at least set limits, and just stick to letting him play with her boobs and masturbating.
She pondered a moment later that, maybe, she could snog him again like the other week. That had been fun, and surely wasn’t that bad. Mothers and sons kissed didn’t they? Not usually with tongues, sure, but what the heck.
However, tasting her son’s jism was going to far, Debbie concluded. She wiped her sticky finger on her jeans and went and put on her T-shirt. There were household chores to be done that day, although Debbie felt a bit of envy that Jake had relived himself whilst she was in urgent need of masturbating. Her vagina felt so moist and desperate for digital attention, but she felt she’d have to sneak off later. It was okay telling Jake she knew the boy masturbated but it would, once again, be going too far by her own self-imposed limits to admit to the boy that she masturbated. Unless he guessed that she masturbated of course. Which he had done.
They repeated that exercise that evening, Jake pumping his cock and spurting his cum over his thighs whilst he fondled his mother’s tits, Debbie biting her lips to conceal her moans of pleasure as she almost climaxed without her cunt being touched! Just the feel of her son playing with her breasts and seeing him spurt his cum across his firm smooth thighs turned her on so much!
Mother and son did it again on Monday evening, and on Tuesday. Debbie worked late at the office on Wednesday but on Thursday they did it again. They were growing more confident and relaxed. Debbie soon had an idea on taking it a bit further, which she finally had the courage to suggest on Friday evening after dinner. “Do you wanna do that thing again mum?” Jake had asked her. ‘That thing’ was how they referred to it as, keeping their guilt (which was rapidly diminishing anyway) about their quasi-incestuous activities at bay.
“Sure honey,” Debbie smiled, “How about we do something different?”
“Like what mum?” asked Jake, excitedly.
“Well…how about I relieve you? Or, to use your terminology, why don’t you let mummy ‘spank your monkey’?” She giggled, then saw that Jake seemed to love the idea, his eyes filled with excitement. She was worried he’d back off, horrified. “Sure mum,” he said, “That’d be cool. So er…you want to pull me off? Whilst I play with your boobies?”
“That’s right. It’ll give you both hands free!”
Jake grinned. His mother suggested they go to her room. It was a big spacious bedroom at the front of the house, very bright and airy with light pine furniture and pink floral bed covers. The evening sunlight streamed through the window.
“Do you want to take off all your clothes honey?” asked Debbie, “It’d mean you won’t stain anything.”
“Okay,” Jake replied, and with no hesitation he began removing his clothes, soon standing naked and being eyed up appreciatively by his mum. He’d previously just stripped from the waist down and he felt excited at being totally nude with his mother.
“Just lay back on the bed sweetheart,” Debbie said, and her son did so. She got on the bed next to him and took off her blouse and bra so that she was kneeling alongside Jake’s torso in just her tight jeans and pink socks. Her tits looked as beautiful, as bouncy and as mouthwateringly firm to Jake as he lay back, looking up at his topless mother. His seven-inch cock was laying stiffly across his belly, the head purple and seeming to glow with hardness! He reached up and placed both his hands on his mum’s tits, which felt very familiar to him now. Debbie reached down and gripped her son’s prick in her fist. Jake whimpered quietly, feeling such a surge of pleasure from the sensation of someone else’s fingers encircled his stiff shaft.
Debbie may have gone a long time since last being in bed with a man but she remembered how to give a hand-job. It wasn’t that difficult after all! She stroked Jake’s cock, holding the erect rod upright and pumping it in her fist. Jake stroked his mother’s tits, groping at them and moaning with pleasure. Debbie felt her cunt growing moist and bursts of pleasure running around her body and down her spine as Jake pinched her nipples. After only thirty-seconds of vigorous pumping, the magnificent organ in Debbie’s hand erupted.
“Oh God, mum,” wailed Jake, tossing his head back and squeezing his mother’s tits roughly, which turned Debbie on as she jerked her boy off. Jake’s cock began spurting his slimy cum out, the stringy white goo slashing across his belly and hips. When the squirting ended, a few thick oozes of cum emerged from Jake’s pisshole, running down Debbie’s slippery fingers.
“Was that nice honey?” she giggled.
“It sure was mum,” Jake said, exhausted, taking his hands away from his mum’s chest, “Phew, I’m wasted! That was er…a good one mum. Thanks.”
“My pleasure honey. It’s just innocent fun isn’t it?”
“Sure mum, just a bit of fun. I liked it. Can we do it again sometime?”
“Of course sweetheart. Now come on, it’s getting late. Let’s have some supper then it’s bedtime.”
“Okay mum, I’ll make us something to eat.”
“Have a shower first though honey.”
Jake got up, grabbed his clothes and – with sperm running down his firm young torso – he left his mum’s bedroom, Debbie watching her son’s cute boy-bum as he left. With Jake then going into the bathroom to get cleaned up and dressed, Debbie took some tissues from a box on her dressing table and wiped the sperm off her fingers, almost desperate to get it off, not out of disgust but rather so she’d resist the tempation to lick it off!