It was a Tuesday in April, and for Andy and Rachel O'Brien, sex was everywhere.
Poor, poor Little Andy, as he was so commonly called. It was just one of those days that for a young virgin like him, proved to be torture on a new scale.
It began in Trigonometry when the air conditioning failed and he became suddenly aware of the beads of sweat cumulating on the tight chests and slender necks of his more delicate classmates.
His temperature figuratively rose in Biology when much to his dismay they discussed in great detail the act of procreation. While others giggled or nodded, he felt his skin flush with blood as the teacher skillfully demonstrated the application of a condom by rolling one down a banana.
Homework was assigned and led him to the library where he found the required text which described, with full visuals, the anatomy of a woman. His eyes traveled over the clinical illustrations, his middle finger hovering over the opened lips of a vagina within the flattened pages of the text book. Little Andy's mind flew away, lost in wonder at how it must feel. Although it was pure imagination, this was the closest he had ever been to a woman's privates that he could recall.
As this thought crossed his mind, a student rushed by and bumped into Andy, knocking the book out of his hands. It toppled to the floor, landing face down as the kid ran on muttering his apologies. Andy cursed under his breath, his cheeks glowing red as he bent a knee to retrieve the fallen text, when suddenly he looked up and the air left his lungs.
There, not ten feet from him, the School's Librarian sat at a table reviewing a large stack of papers. She adjusted her glasses, unaware of Little Andy and his lustful stare. This served Andy well, for his eyes were not settled on what she was doing above the table, but were more fixated below.
Her legs were spread, not wide, but enough for Little Andy to peer between. Her knee-high skirt was pulled tight allowing his vision to slide past the hems of her stockings, beyond the milky-white skin of her thighs, up to a black set of panties holding firmly to her mound.
His pulse quickened as he crouched there hypnotized by her unknowing display. He wished he could inch closer. He wanted to reach out, smell her, touch her, taste her, experience her. But it did not last long for not a moment later, she fidgeted and crossed her legs; barring her lewd display from his curiously lecherous gaze.
With a quiet sense of defeat, he shook his head and stood; immediately hearing soft whispers and snickers near him once more. Gazing beside him he saw two girls laughing quietly behind an open book, stealing glances to his groin. He looked down; a look of horror washing over his face as he found a fierce erection tenting out the front of his jeans. He let out a whimper and ran out of the room hiding his embarrassment behind his biology book.
He flew down the halls and into the restroom, diving into a stall and locking it firmly behind him.
"Dammit Andy!" he cried to himself, eyes filling with tears as he sat on the seat.
Not a second passed after he sat when the door opened again, followed by the sound of shuffling echoing through the space. He heard a deep groan, then a soft girlish giggle.
"We have to hurry," a girl's voice said in between the sounds of smacking. "Come on, I need it."
"Coach will kill me," a deeper voice said. It sounded like that of Mike Robertson, the starting quarterback for the school's football team. That would be weird though because everyone knew that he was dating Kelly Matthews and that didn't sound like...
"Well then hurry up before we get caught." She almost growled at him. "No one's in here. Just fuck me already!"
Andy heart stopped in his chest as he pulled his feet up onto the seat as he wiped his nose.
"You sure?"
"Yeah, see!"
Silence filled the room.
"Okay but get in the stall," Mike said as a loud SMACK echoed off the walls.
"AH!" the girl cried out as she laughed and ran closer to Andy's location. "I'd ask you to smack my ass again, but right now I just want your cock!" as she pulled open the door... to the stall right next to him.
Andy watched the flimsy wall shake as they slammed and locked the door behind them.
"Fuck you're hard!" he heard her purr as Mike moaned deeply.
The sound of clothing being ruffled then zippers drawn came next, followed by another chorus of moans, then:
"Do you want to put that inside me?" the girl cooed.
"Mmmmm fuck yeah," Mike groaned.
"I want to put something on it first."
"Ah, come on."
"Mm-Mmm. You want me, you need to wear it."
A groan of defeat.
"All right, but you do it."
Andy could hear a tiny something tear, and then watched as a small shiny packet flopped down beneath the wall.
"There you go big boy. Now, panties on or off?"
"Off!" Mike groaned. A moment later a small red thong fell onto the tile floor near him.
"Now get over here and fuck me!"
"Holy shit!" Andy thought.
"Holy shit!" Mike cried as the girl let out a deep moan and her fingers appeared at the top of the wall, grasping for support.
"Fuck you feel good!" she cried as their bodies slapped together.
Andy's pulse began thundering in his ears. His erection had reached new heights yet he was too scared to pull it out into the open.
"Just block it out," he thought. "Think of a song. Think of a song. Think-think-think!"
All that came to him were the muffled sounds of restrained groans as the naughty duo the next stall over began shaking the walls.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" the girl cried over and over as Andy watched her pretty pink nails attempt to dig into the top of the stall.
"Argh!" Mike bellowed as he plowed into her over and over.
"What position are they even in?" Andy wondered looking at the shaking walls, when suddenly, he leaned too far, his foot slipping off the toilet seat causing him to fall face first on the tile floor.
"What the fuck!" Mike bellowed as the girl let out a scream.
Andy, eyes dazed and head spinning, attempted to push himself up when suddenly two strong hands grabbed his shoulders beneath the stall door and slid him right out into the open bathroom.
"Wha..." he began as he was suddenly rolled over catching a furious, and pant-less Mike, dead in the eyes.
"That fucking pervert!" a girl screamed catching Andy's attention. Behind Mike stood a half naked Tina Robertson, her eyes brimming with tears.
Andy's eyes narrowed.
"Is... Is that your sister?" he asked, head tilted.
Mike's jaw clenched. "You son of a bitch," he said as he raised his fist.
"Wait! Wait!" Andy cried, raising his hands in front of him "I can explain!" he stammered before his eyes settled on the tiny red thong, snagged upon his right hand. His eyes widened in horror.
"Oh fuck," he said.
The last thing he saw was Mike's fist approaching his face before poor Little Andy blacked out.
As for his mother...
Across town Rachel O'Brien was just getting off, though not with the same meaning as the Robertson siblings. It had been a long and torturous ten hour shift at the Hamilton Medical Center and she was dying to get home and out of her scrubs. Her feet were killing her, her body ached, but worse was the constant jibber jabber from the younger nurses talking about who they just slept with or their plans of conquest that evening.
At first she'd watch them converse with envy, mentally reliving the wilds of her youth. She'd laugh, and smile, and wish to be in their shoes for a day. Then, ever so slowly, reality would creep back in and she'd turn and walk away, shoving her needs down deep inside.
But now, finally, her shift was done and she was homeward bound.
It was her time now. Nothing would keep her down for in less than thirty minutes she'd be home alone with her new steamy novel and a hot bath. At least that was the plan.
It's funny how a series of little things can shift one's mood so dramatically.
It happened first on the subway. The couple across from her were trying secretly to please each other, running their hands beneath hemlines and waistlines.
Next came the couple in the apartment across the hall from hers. As Rachel walked by, the man had his lover pinned with her back against the hallway wall. Their lips embraced in a passionate kiss. Rachel tried to avert her eyes; her hand shaking as she slid the key into the lock. Quickly and quietly, she slipped inside her apartment and leaned back against the door.
"Finally," she breathed, eyes closed as she took in the familiar sounds and smells of her small apartment.
As if routine, she tossed her coat on the coat rack, her purse on a side table and veered straight for her room.
The blinds where half drawn; spilling in light that pierced the space with rays of dancing dust motes. The bed was unmade and a pile of laundry sat in the corner that she knew someday she'd have time to do. She shed her pants, top, then bra; adding them to the top of the fabric mountain.
She crossed her cluttered room wearing just her panties and went to the closet. Beside it was the only end table that appeared to be clean. Atop it sat a single picture well dusted. She kissed her fingers then brought them down to the soldier standing proudly in the frame. Rachel smiled, her eyes starting to shimmer, and she opened the closet door. On the right were a collection of empty hangers all upon the rod; the pile of clothes filling and hiding the hamper suggested their whereabouts. Yet Rachel instead reached to the left where neatly pressed and well kept men's shirts all draped in cellophane, hung in an orderly fashion.
Gently she selected a dress shirt, light blue with a straight point collar and removed the wrapping. Her fingers gingerly traced the fabric. Rachel unbuttoned the shirt and laid it out on the bed. Reaching into her nightstand, she removed a nearly empty bottle of men's cologne. She puffed one blast of the fragrance into the air, allowing the tiny fluttering droplets to shower onto the fabric.
Tucking the bottle back into the drawer, she slipped the shirt on, never bothering with the buttons and crawled onto the bed and rolled onto her back.
Her eyes were shut, lost in memory, as she deeply inhaled the scent from the fabric. Her bare thighs rubbed together, her breathing deepened, and the tips of her breasts hardened, thrusting out against the shirt she cherished.
A sigh escaped her lips, yet she heard a moan. Her eyes slowly opened. Was that her?
The sound came again, this time louder, more pronounced.
Rachel's eyes shifted to the wooden blinds gently tapping against the window as they settled from a soft breeze. The window behind them was cracked open, only a few inches but it was enough to let the sultry sound of a woman lost in pleasure creep through the opening.
She rose, curiosity causing her to tip-toe to the window and peer through to the apartment across the alley. Instantly her body tensed, washed in a warm wave of sensations as she locked onto the cause of the lustful noise.
Through the open window across the alley sat a woman in a chaise lounge. Rachel had seen her several times before; walking on the streets or around town, she couldn't recall. She appeared to be of similar age, attractive and well proportioned one might say. She was always well kept and fashionable, not a hair ever out of place. Yet here she was, legs spread wide with a young man's lips latched firmly on her womanhood.
Rachel gasped, her nipples instantly hard and tight as the woman grabbed the young man's dark brown hair and forced him against her, gyrating her hips to his oral attack. The woman ran her free hand through her own brown hair, stretching her neck out as his free hands reached up and toyed with her breasts through her blouse.
He lashed at her clit, tongue flittering and swirling. The woman cried out, shrieked even, and continued to rock her hips.
"Oh shit," Rachel breathed as her hand absently traveled across her navel, down over her panties to her soaking mound. Her eyes never left the couple as she pressed a finger against herself, feeling her panties moisten as they sunk between her lower lips.
Her body felt on fire, the day's torment leading to this moment as she peered through the safety of the blinds. Her pussy was gushing, aching to be pleased. She bit her lip and pinched her nipple, basking in the wave of pleasure that coursed through her.
She watched them catch each other's eyes. The woman smirked and her lips moved, speaking in words that were lost in the open air. The young man smiled and rose up, standing between her bare legs. His crotch was tented out in front of him, sporting a very promising hard on hidden behind the zipper of his jeans.
His head was out of frame, but Rachel could still watch the woman who smiled and looked up at him, her hands pointing to her blouse. The woman shrugged, then with a mischievous smile, unbuttoned her top and discarded the cloth leaving herself in nothing but a black silk bra. Rachel couldn't help admiring the woman's curves let alone her choice in wardrobe which complimented her tight tanned skin.
The man leaned down, kissing the seated woman as his right hand groped her covered breasts. She, in turn, reached out to his jeans and blindly ripped his belt free. He leaned back, both now laughing as she eagerly unwrapped her "package".
A gasp escaped Rachel's lips as the young man's hard penis bobbed into view.
"That lucky bitch," she whispered as she began to press firmly against her mound, her middle finger teasing the hood of her clit through her panties.
The woman opened her mouth in mock surprise then pushed his pants and underwear down to his ankles. Slowly, she trailed her hands, fingertips tickling the skin, up his legs until her hands circled around the base of his cock.
She kept her gaze up, never breaking focus as she spoke to him, teasing him while one hand snaked between his legs and the other began to slowly slip up the tight skin of his erection. Slowly she pumped his cock, squeezing the precum from the tip that trickled down the dry skin. Her thumb and forefinger slid up to the ridge of his head, squeezed, then began their torturous journey back to his base, each time extracting a loud groan.
"Oh Mom!" he cried, loud enough for their voyeur to hear.
Rachel's eyes snapped wide open.
"Oh my god!" she said, her focus locked on the couple whose relationship just turned taboo. "They're... Oh my god!"
She was shocked, disgusted even, yet try as she might she couldn't tear her eyes away. It was wrong, dirty, and so very immoral. What was worse, she found her breath now more labored, her skin growing tighter and her pussy suddenly on fire.
The woman smiled, pursed her lips and planted a single kiss atop his crown.
"She kissed her son's penis," she whispered, her hands now moving again, fingers rubbing deep into her panties. "She kissed his cock. She... she..."
And the woman did it again, and again, and again once more. She slid off the chaise lounge, sinking to her knees in front of her son while slowly trailing these taboo kisses along the side of his shaft. Once at the base, she looked up and extended her tongue, stretching it to his skin.
"You dirty slut," Rachel breathed as she watched the mother lick the length of her son's cock.
The woman then hovered in front her son's erection, lips pulled in a wicked grin. Rachel watched him step closer, rubbing his cock head against her lips and cheek. The woman laughed, feigning to bite his cock, yet he did not move. She examined his penis, then opened her mouth and looked up.
"... Do it," Rachel whispered. As if she had heard, the mother leaned forward and slipped the head of his penis between her lips.
The son and Rachel moaned in unison as the mother began to suck.
This was not her first rodeo, Rachel noticed as the mother expertly performed fellatio on her son. She sucked and licked, twisted and pulled. Grabbed his ass and forced him into the depths of her throat, all without a single sign of resistance.
"Oh you fucking slut!" Rachel said, "You're sucking your son!" Her legs were getting weak as she attacked her pussy, her other hand had slipped into her shirt and was attacking her own bare breast.
Suddenly, she watched the son grab the mother and pull her up. They embraced, his hard, wet cock rubbing against her stomach as the kissed. Then, just like that, he pulled her by the arm and they ran from frame.
"No!" Rachel cried out, holding on to the wall and scanning all the windows. "No come back!"
They were nowhere to be seen.
"Dammit!" she roared in lustful frustration as she fell back on the bed, her breasts spilling out of the unbuttoned shirt. Rachel balled her fist and struck it down on the mattress, out of breath and unfulfilled.
She let out a deep sigh and allowed her eyes to travel down, down between the valley of her exposed cleavage to her bare thighs and long legs rubbing together and begging for attention.
"Fuck it," she thought as she grabbed her tit and plunged her other hand deep into her panties, fingers locking onto the tiny nub of her clit.
"Oh my god, I'm so wet!" she breathed as she slid her middle finger around the pearl. Her hips started to shake, her hand now soaking in her juices as she reached just an inch further and sank her own finger deep within her pussy.
"Mom?" came a voice, calling from her doorway.
Rachel's eyes snapped open and she quickly sat up to see her son, Andy, standing wide eyed in the dim hallway, his face as flushed as her body.
"Andy!" her voice croaked; mixed with fear, frustration, and anger, trying desperately to cover up. "Wha... What are you doing home? Why aren't you at school?"
"They sent me home," he said trying to avert his eyes. "Sorry, I'll... I'll just..." He held up his hand producing a semi-crumpled letter. "You're supposed to sign this."
Rachel groaned in frustration, her hand covering her forehead. She took a deep breath, looked up as she pinched her shirt closed and reached out a hand.
"Bring it here," she said sternly.
Andy crossed the room and placed the paper in her hands.
Rachel's eyes went wide.
"Andy! What happened to your face?"
He fidgeted, looking back down, hiding his bruised eye.
"It's nothing," he mumbled.
"That is not nothing."
Andy shrugged.
"I got into a fight, I guess."
"You guess?!"
"Yeah. Kinda'."
"Kinda' what? Andy O'Brien, spit it out!"
"Look I don't want to talk about it."
"Well I do, Mister, so what the hell happened?"
"Mom, I said-"
"Andy I swear to God I will count to Three."
"Mom, I'm not a kid anymore."
Rachel's eyes narrowed.
"One..."
"Are you serious? Mom you can't treat me..."
"Two..."
"Mom! I don't want..."
"Thr-"
Andy threw his arms in the air.
"All right! Look, it wasn't my fault! I've had a really rough day so can you just ground me or whatever please, because this is bullshit!"
As soon as Andy looked into the fury behind his mother's eyes he knew he had chosen the wrong thing to say.
Rachel clenched her jaw.
"Go to your room right this minute. I don't want to hear a god damn sound come from there until I decide what to do with you. Got it?"
The color drained from Andy's face. Looking down, he nodded and slipped out of the room. A moment later the sound of his door closing echoed down the hall.
Rachel fell back onto the bed staring straight up at the ceiling. Her panties still damp, her body still afire, though now a mix between anger and lust. She balled her fist and began banging it against the mattress.Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!" She growled each time. "Can I just have a minute for me? Is that too much to ask?"
As if on cue, the climatic cries of a woman in orgasm drifted through the blinds.
Rachel glared at the window and flipped it the "bird".
It took a moment for the world to settle back down, and for Rachel a moment longer.
She took a deep breath, looked over to the nightstand and retrieved her cellphone. She tapped a button on the glowing screen then placed the device to her ear.
"Hello? Rachel?" a filtered voice spoke.
Rachel sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose.
"Hi Momma."
"Hi Honey," her mother said, catching her breath.
"Did I catch you at a bad time?"
"No, not at all. Just working on my cardio. Haven't heard from you in a while."
"... Yeah, I just figured check in. You know, see how you're doing."
"Honey, you never call to check in like that. What's going on?" Her mother asked. "Is it boy trouble?"
Rachel let out a laugh.
"I wish. That would be nice right now."
"I see..." Her mother was silent for a moment. "Is this about Charles?"
Hearing his name sent a chill through her body. Rachel's eyes turned to the framed soldier across the room.
"No... Not really." Her voice was soft.
"Honey, it's okay if it is. It's only been a few years since-"
"It's not about Charles," Rachel interrupted. "It's Andy."
"Oh? And what is my grandson up to now-a-days?"
"Well... Today your grandson got in a fight at school."
"He did not."
"He did so."
"My goodness," Rachel's mother began. "That is so unlike him."
"Is it though? He's been a real shit as of late. Always moping around, never helps around the house, stays in his room all day, hell I don't even know who he is any more. How am I to say that getting in fights would not be out of character for him?"
"Rachel, you don't mean that. You've both just been through a lot the last few years; you're probably still just figuring stuff out."
Rachel sighed.
"I don't know Mom."
"Okay then, what about his friends? Anything seem weird there?"
Rachel shook her head, even though her mother couldn't see.
"No... still the same nerdy little kids from grade school."
"Well, what about girls? He's of that age where he's probably trying to figure them out."
"He's never been one to chase skirts if that is what you are implying. Actually, I don't think he's ever had a girlfriend come to think of it."
"Really?" her mother asked. "He's about to graduate and he's never had girlfriend."
Rachel shrugged.
"Maybe he's got some mystery girl somewhere but it's not something we really talk about."
"That's got to be rough on him..."
"I guess." Rachel fidgeted with the collar of her shirt. "Any advice?"
Her mother sighed.
"Honey, it's tough to say. I mean on one hand you have this teenage boy whose hormones are probably going crazy. He's trying to figure things out but at the same time, needs a little structure. With no father figure around, that falls to you. I mean, he's going to act out and push limits just to see what you'll do and what he can get away with. The best thing you can do is call him on his bullshit."
"You make him sound like a deviant," Rachel said.
"And we both know he's not. He's still your little boy on the inside."
Rachel smiled. "I guess that's true, only he's not so little anymore."
"I bet he isn't," her mom laughed. Suddenly, on her line there was a loud SMACK and Rachel thought she heard her mother giggle.
"Mom? Are you there?"
"Mm-hmm," Her mother responded; her voice a little out of breath. "Sorry, your father just startled me."
"Oh," Rachel said. "Dad's there?"
"Of course. Did you want to speak with him?"
"No that's okay..."
"Great! Here he is," Her mother said, then in hushed tones. "Shhhh, it's your daughter."
"H-Hello? Rachel?"
Rachel rolled her eyes.
"Hi Daddy."
"Hi, Baby Girl. What's up?" His voice was lower than normal, with a deep timber as if rolling over gravel.
"Nothing much. Just called to chat..."
Her dad groaned slightly, followed by a shushing sound and more giggles.
"Dad?"
"I'm here! I'm here! Your mother just distracted me for a moment."
Rachel pulled the phone from her ear raising an eyebrow. In the background she heard her mother's soft voice moan.
"Oh my god... Dad, are you and Mom..." her voice failed her.
Her father groaned again... deeper and louder.
"Sorry Baby Girl. Your mother's a better poker player then me. We're gonna go."
And with that the line went dead; leaving Rachel staring at her phone is utter shock.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" she growled.
Poor Rachel rolled over, grabbed her pillow and screamed into it until her throat burned. This day of torture seemed to have no end, and now has turned to mockery.
Somehow, somewhere within the deep recesses of her willpower, she rose, sitting up straight in bed shaking her head. Her eyes caught her reflection in a large framed floor length mirror. She stood, walked slowly to the mirror and took a good look at herself.
"Jesus, I look a mess," she thought. Even though it was her opinion, it wasn't necessarily accurate.
Her deep red hair was disheveled, coming free of the barrettes. Her face was still flushed and her lips seemed just a tad fuller, though they had always seemed pouty to many.
The shirt had fallen open again, leaving one of her breasts exposed while the other tried desperately to rip through the fabric, nipple first. Casually, she ran her hand down her chest, fingers bumping over her pink, sensitive tips.
She watched her reflection as her hand passed her tits, trailing along the pale skin of her stomach; the shade of which reminded her she should get some sun soon, and maybe get back to yoga as well. But that was neither here nor there she thought, as her eyes settled on her poor, abused panties covering her poor, neglected kitty.
"Oh these things have to go," she thought as she pulled the waist forward and peered down at her pelvis, lightly coated with trimmed pubic hair. The fabric was now loose and still moist with her daylong excitement. Her thumbs hooked into the waist and she quickly shed the garment, tossing the used panties near the overflowing laundry hamper. She retrieved a clean set from her dresser and pulled them on, catching her reflection as she changed.
With her back to the mirror, and the new panties sliding up, she couldn't help but admire her long legs and her still firm ass. That thought at least brought a smile to her face as she winked to herself and wiggled her butt in the mirror. With a laugh, she smacked a cheek and walked out of her room, grabbing the crumbled paper on her way.
She went to the fridge, grabbed a can of soda and sank into the chair at the table.
"What am I going to do with him?" she thought staring at the suspension notice.
She signed the paper, pushed it away then leaned back in her chair with crossed arms. With a deep sigh Rachel looked around the room.
Meanwhile...
"This day couldn't possibly get any worse," Andy thought as he lay atop his bed, feet crossed and staring at the ceiling.
His stomach was in knots. Nervous for the punishment to come and even more terrified at the thoughts he couldn't get out of his mind.
The day was tough, suspension aside. The visual stimuli from his classmates, that was normal. Getting an eyeful of the Librarian's lady garments, it was nice and he'll get over it. Hell, even the sibling quickie right beside him was something he'd get over in time. What concerned him the most was the image of his mother, perfect breasts exposed and her hand in her panties writhing on her bed as she fingered herself. No matter how hard he tried not to, he'd see her there, gasping and moaning every time he shut his eyes.
His biggest concern after all of that was he had been hard ever since.
Andy's eyes looked down to his swollen crotch.
"No," he told his groin, but instantly a vision of his mother flashed into his head again. His cock flinched in response.
"This is so fucking sick," he said as he covered his face with his pillow.
Just then, a light rapping came from his door.
"Andy?" his mother's voice called softly from the other side.
"I don't wanna talk," Andy replied sternly.
"Andy don't be ridiculous," she responded. "Look, I'm coming in."
"Mom! Wait!" he started quickly scooting back on his bed and tossing the pillow to his lap; hiding the evidence of his excitement.
His mother entered the room and Andy's eyes instantly traversed her body. Her panties were new, and the button up shirt was at least buttoned up; but still, why wasn't she wearing more?
Slowly, she crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed, looking upon him with a motherly gaze.
"How's your face feeling?"
Andy looked at her eyes, then away.
"... It's fine. My lip stings a little," he said.
She nodded.
"I'm sure it does." Her hand reached out and lifted his chin. He flinched but didn't push her away. His looked up to her.
"I'm sorry for earlier. It's been a tough day for me, and a tough couple years since your dad died and... and I guess I was just embarrassed and... Well I'm sorry for yelling at you."
Andy took a breath.
"I'm sorry too. It's been a weird one for me."
"Care to talk about it?" Rachel asked. "I'd still like to know why you got in a fight."
Her son looked away.
"I... it... look it was just a misunderstanding. I didn't really get in a fight. I just got punched around a bit."
Concern washed across his mother's face.
"Punched around?"
Andy nodded.
"Yeah, I was in the bathroom stall and this guy and his... girlfriend came in and started... Look Mom this is a little weird to talk about."
Rachel put her hand on his knee, unaware of his throbbing member not two feet from her hand.
"Andy, it's me. You can tell me anything."
"Yeah, but we don't really talk about these things," he said.
Rachel's eyes narrowed. "Were they having sex?"
Andy looked down and nodded.
"Wow, in the men's restroom?"
Andy nodded again.
"In the stall next to me," he said.
His mother laughed.
"It's not funny, Mom!"
Rachel tried to compose herself.
"I'm sorry, Honey. That must have been so uncomfortable. Did they even know you were there?"
"No... but when they found out, the guy kinda got upset and..." Andy waved his hand in front of his bruised face.
"I see," his mother said. "So that was it? That wasn't so bad."
"Mom! It was incredibly awkward. I mean they were doing it right next to me. And they were... you wouldn't understand," he ranted.
Visions of the incestuous couple across the alley suddenly flashed before Rachel's eyes.
"Well Andy, I do have some idea," she began, "But between the two of us, I should be the one feeling awkward."
"Why?" he asked, then his face suddenly reddened. "Oh, that." Visions of his self pleasuring mother flashed in his own mind's eye. "Don't worry, I didn't see anything."
Rachel chuckled. "I doubt that, but it's sweet of you to say."
She straightened, clearing her throat. "So, you saw me in an intimate moment. I can't take it back, it happened, and we will move past it."
Andy cleared his throat. "Okay."
A smile crossed her lips. "Good. Promise me it won't be weird between us?"
"I'll try," Andy started, "But Mom, you're still practically in just your underwear."
Rachel looked down at her attire.
"You're right. I was just trying to get comfortable after a long shift but I'll put something more on if it makes you uncomfortable."
"No!" he said, perhaps with a little too much urgency.
She raised an eyebrow. "Alright then, I won't."
With that she hopped off the bed.
"Okay now, get up. You and I have work to do."
Andy looked up, confusion on his face. "Wait, what?"
"Get up. We are turning over a new leaf starting right this instant."
Her son shifted in the bed, his erection finally having softened.
"Okay," he began, "and how do you plan on doing that?"
Rachel beamed.
"We..." she said. "... Are going to get this place straightened out."
"What? My room?"
"Nope." Rachel shook her head. "The apartment."
A look of disbelief crossed his face. "You serious?"
His mother nodded.
"We are going to get our lives in order and start with a clean slate. We both live here, we are both adults now." She swatted his leg. "Come on, it will feel much better once we are done," his mother said as she turned and hurried out the door, unaware of Andy's eyes locking on to her perfect ass swaying on the way out.
"I'm not so sure about that," he mumbled to himself as he felt the stirring in his loins once more.
As soon as they started though, Andy began to feel different. They started in the living room, cleaning up the papers, both schoolwork and mail, then any book, magazine, or even blanket that was out of place. They chatted and joked as if the events of the day had never transpired. It was work, but for some reason, fun; which was exactly what they needed.
Once the floors were vacuumed, they next tackled Andy's room. They maintained their high morale and even took down some of the posters on the wall, as he felt he had now outgrown them. Rachel, for her part, was nothing but supportive and even tried to look the other way when she spotted curious stains on Andy's bed sheets. She just casually suggested that while she finishes up his room, he starts the laundry. Andy agreed and gathered all of the soiled garments and the sheets, tossed them in the hamper, and headed to his mother's room.
He didn't think much of it as he started to gather together her dirty clothes, quickly sorting them into various piles before putting them back in the hamper. All was going well until he found a familiar set of panties.
They were laying right there, on the floor not two feet from him. He recognized them the moment he saw them, or at least hoped for some dark reason that they were indeed that naughty pair; the very garment his mother was wearing while she pleasured herself.
He reached out his hand, surprised to see it shaking as he picked up the fabric, finding it still slightly damp. Instantly his blood raced and his stomach tightened.
"Oh God," he whispered finding himself bringing them closer for inspection, up until that moment when her scent hit his nostrils.
"Andy?" his mother called from his room, startling him from his thoughts as he shoved her panties into his pocket.
"I'm going to work on the kitchen," she continued. "Can you help me once you've started the laundry?"
"Sure Mom," his voice croaked. "I'm almost done here."
He heard her bare footsteps retreating down the hall and exhaled deeply; finding his erection, once more begging to be relieved. He cursed at himself, gathered up the laundry and tossed them in the hallway washing machine before he adjusted himself.
"Think of baseball. Think of grandma. Think of algebra..." he muttered trying to coax his throbbing member away as he headed to the kitchen.
"... Think of Jupiter. Think of chess. Think of anything, dammit!" he whispered until he turned the corner; and then all his hopes were dashed.
There his mother stood with her back to him, her long bare legs leading up to her heart shaped, panty clad rear; the cheeks barely peeking out from the bottom of his dad's dress shirt. The arms where rolled up and her hair in a quick made bun. Her hands were out of sight, deep in the soapy water that filled the sink.
He knew it would be a long night.
Rachel, in the meantime, had heard him come in. She could see his reflection in the glass of the cabinet just staring at her.
"Why that sneaky little shit. Is he looking at my ass? He is!" she thought as goosebumps suddenly rippled across her flesh. She tried to hide her smirk as her bare feet fidgeted on the lush kitchen mat, knowing very well that the action would make her bottom flex for his eyes.
Suddenly she stopped, "What am I doing?" she thought as a wave of guilt rocked her. "Teasing my son? Jesus that's bad."
Rachel looked over her shoulder.
"Hi Honey," she said, snapping her son out his trance. "You're just in time."
His face blushed but Rachel said not a word. Together they turned to the kitchen, spirits raised once again. The pots and plates and cutlery had never been so clean as they joyously tackled the room. They laughed, even joked around by splashing water or cracking each other with the ends of their towels. It was just what they needed.
Under the surface though, whether it was Andy stealing glances at the beads of water that rolled down her neck to the valley of her chest, or Rachel's sudden growing curiosity in the bulge of her son's trousers, they both couldn't help but notice the electricity in the air. He was mesmerized by how her ass flinched when he cracked it with the towel, and she in turn found a secret thrill in pressing back against him when he would reach around her body. He never saw her biting her lip but she was deadly aware of each and every time their arms brushed together.
Her body was hungry and his was about to burst, and then suddenly, the kitchen was spotless.
Andy turned to his mother, noticing two tiny bumps on her chest pressing against his father's shirt.
"So Mom," he panted, throwing a dishrag over his shoulder. "What's next?" he asked, hands on hips.
Her eyes glanced down, but whipped back up hoping he didn't catch her moment of weakness.
"Um... Just dusting," she said, her cheeks flushed.
They armed themselves with rags and cleaner, both now going separate ways and working in silence.
"What am I doing?" Andy thought as he kept stealing glances at his mother across the room.
"What am I doing?" Rachel thought as she allowed his glances to continue unpunished.
This was the game they played. Each self-chastising; yet doing nothing to change the actions led by their lustful subconscious. Andy would look and she would know, yet each time said nothing. She found herself growing more and more excited with each glance. It frightened Rachel, angered her even, but still she made no move to put an end to it. But then again...
"He is starting to look so much like his father," she thought as she bit her lip.
Andy watched, eyes glued and unwavering as his mother wiped down the table. She leaned down, bending at the waist causing her shirt to rise up over her cheeks.
"He used to love it when I would tease him like this. He would... Dammit!" She screamed in her mind as she quickly adjusted. "What the fuck am I doing? This isn't how a mother is supposed to behave."
Just at that moment, the moans from their neighbor across the alley drifted in through an open window.
They stopped dead in their tracks; Andy's ears perking at the sound while Rachel's cheeks blushed knowing the depths of the sin within each moan.
"God I hate that woman," Rachel whispered through gritted teeth as she crossed the room and slammed the window shut.
She turned to her son who was wide eyed and suppressing a laugh.
"Sorry," he chuckled. "I opened them when it was getting a bit stuffy in here."
She waved it off.
"Let's just finish up," she said, trying to block out his gaze that was causing a stirring in her quim.
Andy returned to his task when a moment later he heard a small clutter and his mother curse. He turned to find her on all fours facing away from him. Her head was down, eyes focused under the couch yet her ass was sticking straight up in the air, allowing him a full, unobstructed view of her rear.
"Wow, Mom..." he said though she heard it as a question.
"I knocked my phone off the counter and it slid under the couch," she said as she stretched an arm beneath the sofa.
Her son said nothing, slowly stepping closer as he watched her shift her hips to the right and left. Her panties were straining tight against her, and for the first time he could see the outline of her mound and the darkened fabric pressing tightly against her privates.
The silence caused Rachel to stop. From the corner of her eye, she could see her son staring at her. He showed no sign of modesty nor attempted to mask it in any way.
"That little pervert," she thought. "Is he really not even going to hide it? He's just staring at my ass and..." Her position caused her breath to catch in her throat. "... he can probably see my... my..." Rachel could suddenly feel her pussy quiver, dampening her panties before her son's eyes.
She bit her lip, this was too much.
"Dammit Andy!" she said as she pushed back and stood up. "What the hell will it take for you to stop staring at me?"
Andy looked at her as images of his mother danced through his head.
Before he could think, the words just slipped out.
"My penis in your vagina," he said.
And then his eyes went wide in horror.
He'd have covered his mouth if he could have found the will to lift his hands, but his body suddenly felt as if it was full of sand; heavy and unresponsive.
Rachel's face was a mask. She narrowed her eyes, studying him, and then let out a breath.
With both hands, Rachel reached to the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her legs. She stepped out of them and dropped the garment to the side. Rachel sat down in the loveseat, stretching her arms against the back and uncrossed her legs, spreading them wide for her son.
Her expression was stern, though with one eyebrow raised.
"There's my vagina," she said. "Now where is your cock?"
For a moment, Andy forgot how to breathe. He couldn't believe it. It was an accident. He didn't mean to say it, but here before him was the first vagina he'd ever seen with his own eyes, and it belonged to his mother! It was neatly trimmed with a small patch of hair resting on her mons, making it look so incredibly inviting as it glistened in the light. The lips of her labia were parted and wet, as if salivating before a feast.
"Well?" his mother asked.
Andy's mind was going mile-a-minute.
"Is she bluffing? Would she really?" he thought, "Would I really?"
With one final look at his mother he knew his answer and Andy removed his shirt.
Rachel's breath caught in her throat as her son bared his chest.
"Oh my god!" she thought. "He's going to do it!"
She was terrified and knew she had to put a stop to it... though all she did was adjust her legs wider.
Her eyes were locked on his hands as they removed his belt. She felt her tongue lick her lips as he lowered the zipper on his fly. And then, in one move, Andy pushed his briefs and jeans down, freeing his pent up erection.
"Oh my god," Rachel whispered. She couldn't take her hungry eyes off of the beast between her son's legs. His veins pulsed and the skin looked as taut as leather. She squirmed in her seat as he stepped out of his pants and stood before his mother; naked and fully erect.
Andy looked down at his mother.
"Are you serious?" he asked.
Rachel looked up to her son as she scooted her ass closer to the edge.
"Are you?" she asked.
Andy stepped closer and pointed his cock right at his mother's opening. He felt the tip slip across her moist labia, mixing his pre-cum with her natural lubricant. He inched closer still, the head now nestled between the lips which slowly parted, squeezing onto him as he pushed forward. In one long, slow thrust, Andy eased his cock into the tight wetness of his mother's pussy.
"Oh my god!" Rachel moaned. "You actually did it!"
"Uh-huh!" Andy nodded, equally surprised. "I did."
Rachel bit her lip and smiled as she felt filled for the first time in ages. She looked down, seeing her son's groin pressed firmly against her pelvis. His entire length was buried within her and that realization kicked her libido into overdrive.
"You know...," she said reaching down and holding her thighs open. "You're already inside. I guess you might as well fuck me."
Andy smiled as he began to withdraw; slowly removing his rigid tool from within her. Rachel closed her eyes as she felt her lower lips grip and caress the length of his member, feeling each pulsing vein, the gentle curve of his cock, and the ridge of his crown.
Her son held himself there, just the head inside and watched as she moaned and gyrated her hips. He inched forward, then back, both of them teasing the other. He'd slip in an inch, then pull back, and then slip in only half that amount. He gently see-sawed his hips, ever so slightly back and forth, rarely pushing more than half his length within her heated pussy.
"Mmmm you feel so good," Rachel purred as she relished the feeling of a cock within her. She opened her eyes. "But I didn't tell you to tease me. I said you should fuck me." She reached out, grabbed his hips and pulled him inside her in one hard, fluid motion.
"Oh fuck!" she groaned as she felt the head of his cock squeeze deep within her womb.
He son pulled back then thrust hard into her once more; then again, and again. She gripped his cock tightly moaning with every thrust of his hips. It was incredible, so hot, and far too stimulating. Her hands reached under her legs, holding her thighs wide open, begging him to go deeper still.
Andy looked down at his wanton mother, lewdly displayed before him with his own cock pistoning within her pussy. His virginity was gone, taken by this wild woman that was his mother.
"Keep fucking me, Baby," she said, eyes tightly closed. "That's it, keep fucking me."
"Oh Mom!" Andy cried as he pumped his hips, feeling his pelvis smashing into hers, and then suddenly, he felt it; that familiar tingling in his testicles. The day's torment finally finding release.
"I... I can't hold it," Andy mumbled feeling his shaft start to tighten.
"AH!" his mother cried. "Ugh baby, you're gonna come for me?" she asked, looking up at him as he fucked her. "Already?"
He nodded, panting.
"Okay," Rachel said, her eyes widened. "You can't come in my pussy baby. Not in my pussy." She gritted her teeth as he thrust in deep. "Is... Is my mouth okay?"
Who the fuck would say no to that?
Quickly, he pulled out, his cock shimmering in their juices. Rachel pushed him back and ripped her shirt off, kneeling before her equally naked son. With no preamble, she grabbed his magnificent penis and sucked it deep into her mouth.
"Holy shit!" Andy cried as he watched his mother giving him his first blowjob.
She busied herself on her task, milking his cock into her mouth, holding the base of his shaft with one hand and rubbing her clit with the other. It was all too much and when Rachel squeezed him past her tonsils, she felt his body tense, his penis flex against her tongue, and a thick rope of semen shot off deep down her throat.
"My son's come," Rachel thought in a daze as she tasted her son as he ejaculated. It was all it took and finally, an explosion of sensation ripped through her body like a supernova as she climaxed, her son still deep in her mouth firing shot after shot within her.
Together they shook, basking in the waves of pleasure that took them both, until finally, knees weak, Andy fell back onto the couch, his semi-hard penis slipping from his mother's quivering lips.
They sat there, mother on the floor and son on the couch, both panting, flushed, and riding the aftershocks. Their world so shrouded in lust seemed now to slowly dissolve away, like a fog in a breeze until suddenly; the gravity of what they had just done sank into their cores.
"...Mom?" Andy spoke, his voice cracking as he still tried to gather breath.
Rachel sat there, looking down as her own breath slowly returned. She saw her bare breasts, nipples still hard with a trail of saliva gripping to her right tit. It didn't stop there for this trail continued, broken but evident, stretching upon the wooden floors and up her son's bare legs, leading to his beautiful cock, still glistening and coated with her spit.
"... Mom, I'm..." he began again but stopped, seeing her eyes locked onto his softening tool.
Rachel raised her gaze and met his.
"... Well, that happened," she said, laughing more to herself.
Andy cracked an uncertain smile.
"Are you okay?" he asked. "Are we okay?"
Rachel thought a moment, and then nodded.
"I hope so Honey 'cause we can't take it back now."
Andy nodded.
"I feel it goes without saying that we never should have done that," she said.
"I know," her son replied. "Do you regret it?"
She looked at his cock. In many ways she felt like she could still feel it inside her, pleasuring her depths.
She shook her head.
"... No." She looked to her son. "You?"
Andy beamed, unable to hide his glee. "Are you kidding me? I feel great! That was amazing!"
She smiled, rose and walked around to the back of the couch. "Thank you baby," she said as she kissed her son's forehead; then walked barefoot to the kitchen.
Andy turned his head, watching her ass sway as she walked.
"So I guess what we did was okay then?" he asked.
Rachel called back from the kitchen. "Well it obviously wasn't okay; but truth be told, I really needed it."
Andy tilted his head in thought.
"Then can I ask a personal question?" he asked as he heard the sound of water filling glasses.
Rachel laughed. "I'm not quite sure what more you should know about me," she said as she re-entered the room, a glass of water in each hand. "You already know my 'O' face," she said with a raised eyebrow.
Andy took a glass and sipped as his mother sat on the loveseat across from him.
"Okay then... How long has it been for you?" he asked, looking up from the glass.
Rachel took in her son. "You mean how long since I've last been with a man?"
Andy nodded.
"Well, let's just say the last man I was with before you was your father."
Andy did the math.
"Wow, really?" he asked.
"Mm-hmm," Rachel replied, then tilted her head as a wicked thought entered her mind. "So may I ask you something?"
"Anything!" Andy chimed.
Rachel set her glass down.
"Was I your first?"
Andy's smile faded, and then he nodded.
"Really?" Her smile grew.
"Yeah," he said as he watched her reaction.
"Wow! I've never popped someone's cherry before." Her nipples began to harden once more, though she didn't notice, but Andy did.
"Well, neither have I," he said.
"What'd it feel like?" she asked, leaning forward.
"What?" Andy coughed. "What? Like losing it or... or being in your..."
Rachel shrugged. "Whichever."
Andy cleared his throat as his cock twitched.
"Um... It felt kinda... wet."
"Obviously," Rachel smirked as she reached her arms out to the side then up, stretching her back and thrusting her chest out to Andy's lecherous eyes.
His pulse quickened and his cock began to harden.
"... And warm. It was really warm." His eyes were glued to her and she cracked her back.
"I bet it was. It was inside my body," she said as she stood up from the couch. "Anything else?"
He watched as she turned in front of him and took a step to the side, leaving a clear gap between her thighs. Rachel trailed a hand between her breasts down to her navel and back, letting her fingernails barely graze her skin.
"It was... tight..."
"What was?" she asked shifting her weight back and forth between her feet, hips rocking in motion.
"Your... Your..."
"My pussy?" Rachel asked stepping closer to her son. "That's what I call her. Momma's little pussy."
Andy nodded.
"Though sometimes she's my kitty; my poor, neglected kitty," she purred as she lowered her hand down past her navel so her fingertips could twirl the tiny whips of her pubic hair.
"And sometime, when I'm feeling really dirty, I'll call her my cunt."
Andy moaned hearing his mother speak with such a dirty tongue. His eyes were transfixed as he watched her slip two fingers down inside her lips. His cock was rock hard, sticking out from his thighs.
"You didn't get to really meet her, did you?" Rachel asked as she swirled her two fingers within her pot. "Mmmmm. I mean you got to feel her, but not taste her." She locked eyes on her son. "Would you like to taste her?"
Andy nodded, finding he had lost the power to form words as his mother smiled. She removed the two fingers from her quim, coated in her motherly nectar and slipped them into her son's mouth.
Her flavor splashed against his palate; sweet like honey yet salty like sweat. It tasted forbidden.
"She tastes good, doesn't she?" Rachel asked as she reached down and grabbed his hard cock in her bare hand. She straddled her son, her breasts pressed against her son's bare chest as she whispered in his ear.
"You can eat her all you want later," she cooed. "But right now, you need to feed her."
Andy offered no resistance as his mother sank his hard cock back into her vagina, settling her weight into his lap completely.
"Oh Mom!" Andy groaned as he felt her ass on his thighs, her groin pressed firmly against his as her nipples scraped against his chest.
"This feel good Baby?" she asked, biting his earlobe. "Feel good having your nice, hard dick in momma's cunt?"
Andy's groaning grew loader as she raised her hips, then lowered them, slowly sawing his cock in-and-out of her pussy. He reached out, grasping her hips firmly as he thrust in response, matching her tempo as they fucked each other.
"Mmmm," she moaned with a smile. "I like it when you fuck me. But I think you'd like this better," she said as she reached down and grabbed his hands and placed them on her tits.
"There you go," she said as he squeezed her firm breasts, her nipples digging into his palms.
A thought entered Andy's mind and he chuckled.
Rachel looked down at her son as she rocked her hips.
"What?" she smiled, eyebrows furrowing.
Andy shook his head.
"It's nothing... It's just I never thought I'd round home plate before I got to second base."
His mother laughed; her smile ever so enticing.
"Ever get to first?" she asked.
Andy sheepishly shook his head.
"Let's fix that," Rachel said as she tilted his chin up and brought her lips to his.
Together they embraced, bodies rocking, lips locked, and limbs wrapping around each other. Their passion seemed to multiply tenfold as their tongues danced together. Andy's arms held his mother tightly; one hand between her shoulders and the other in the small of her back. Fingers pressed hard against her flesh, digging into her muscles and tendons.
"Andy," she breathed "Oh Andy."
"Mmphf" was all he could manage in reply as she muffled his cries with her mouth while their bodies slapped together.
She grabbed his hair and he grabbed her ass, pulling her cheeks apart to thrust in deeper.
"Ah!" she cried, feeling him stretching somehow to new depths. "Andy, you're so hard!" she cried as she buried her face in the side of his neck. "Your dick feel's amazing! Oh Baby, you make me so wet."
Andy's hands pulled and pushed, kneading her ass like dough. Slowly, he let one hand trail a little further into her cleft, slipping into the crack of her ass until his fingertips gently grazed her anus.
Rachel shivered wickedly at the touch.
"Hello there, Naughty Boy" she laughed as she bit his lip but not saying no.
Andy bit her back, applying the slightest of pressure to his finger, gently circling her ring, tickling her.
"Ah! Oh Andy, you shouldn't be doing that," she gasped.
"Is this bad?" he asked, still teasing her asshole with his digits.
Rachel shook her head.
"No, but just on the outside for now, okay? We'll have plenty of time for that later."
Andy's face lit up like a searchlight.
"You mean we can do more?" he asked.
Rachel nodded.
"But first, there's something I think you would like..." she said.
Andy tilted his head.
"What's that?"
His mother smiled and stood, her son's dick slipping out of her covered in their juices. "Let me give you a special view," she said as she turned and sat on his lap again, knees on the cushions and facing away from him, pushing her tight rear end right into his lap.
Rachel looked down at him, over her shoulder.
"Go on and put it back in me," she said, and her son did just that.
Andy watched hypnotized as his mother bounced atop his lap. Her hands holding up her hair, and stretching her body as she thrust herself up and down. He grabbed her hips, and as she thrust down, he thrust up, slamming his cock into her hard.
"Ah!" she cried "Oh fuck! Keep doing that!"
Andy complied hammering up into her; their bodies slapping together.
"Mom! This feels too good!"
Rachel bit her lip as she pinched and twisted her nipples. Her eyes gazing over her shoulder as she watched her son lost in pleasure; pleasure she was giving him. She purred at the thought and clenched her vaginal canal, gripping his member tightly. Andy gasped and looked up at her, a smirk on his face.
She bit her lip and did it again, this time longer.
He groaned, feeling her tight warmth around him, massaging his cock in ways he could never imagine. His hands reached lower, slipping against her sweat coated skin until the swell of her ass checks filled his palms. He squeezed, eliciting a coo from his mother as she gyrated against his lap, rotating in small circles as she enjoyed his girth.
"I can't believe we're doing this," he said as he pushed up into her.
"Mmmm," his mother smiled. "I know," she said. "It's the first time in a while we haven't been arguing." She closed her eyes, basking in the pleasure of feeling his penis within her depths. "Oh Andy, you have such a wonderful cock."
Andy smiled. "Thanks, Mom," he chuckled. "I'm rather fond of your pussy too."
She shivered hearing her son speak in such a way.
"Such a naughty boy," she said. "Speaking to his mother like that." She shifted her legs, placing her feet on the floor between his then started rising up and down on his pole. Her hands fell to his knees providing herself some much needed leverage as she fucked her son.
Andy's grin grew as he watched her ass rising and falling in his lap. He thrust up hard into her causing her to cry out.
"AH!" she laughed, caught off guard but not upset in the least. "You're... you're so deep." She smiled at her son, both visibly winded.
He thrust again, the curve of his cock hitting her in just the right spot.
"Oh my god!" she cried. "If you keep that up you're gonna make me come!"
Andy grinned as he grabbed her hips firmly. He thrust again hard, then again and again, pushing deeper and deeper. He could feel her wetness grasping at him with every thrust.
"Ugh Andy, you feel so good! Oh you're gonna make me come! You're gonna make Momma come!"
"Oh Mom!" he cried as she spread her legs slightly bouncing on him as he slammed into her.
"Fuck-me-fuck-me-fuck-me!" she cried over and over, rising in pitch as she felt her vision begin to blur.
"Mom I am!" Andy kept thrusting harder and harder, feeling his balls begin to churn. "I'm gonna come Mom!
"Ugh shit! Oh yes baby, I want you to. Oh baby fuck Mommy!"
He felt his cock begin to swell.
"Mom! I'm gonna-!"
Rachel's body was tensing, her own dam ready to burst.
"Keep fucking me! Oh Andy I'm gonna come on your cock!"
"Mom!"
"Do it! Come in me!"
Andy's eyes flew open as he felt her clamp down and his fountain erupted.Rachel felt her son's cock suddenly flex and with the first wave of heat, her body exploded in bliss.
Together they climaxed; moaning as one, bodies shaking, rocking, yet never separating. Rachel fell back against her son who pumped round after round of semen into his mother's hungry pot. They lay there together, bodies glistening in sweat, relishing in the sensations that rippled through them both.
Finally, after what may have been eons, or may have been seconds, Rachel turned to her son and kissed the corner of his mouth.
"Thank you," she said, resting her forehead against his neck. Her body still stretched against him; his cock slowly softening within her. "You're the best son a mother could ask for."
Andy smiled and kissed her forehead.
"Thank you Momma," he said, wrapping his arms around his woman and pulling her in tight. "You're the best mother a boy like me could hope for."
He flexed his cock, causing her to gasp, and then giggle.
"You asshole," she laughed as she rolled over to face him, slipping his cock out from inside her.
She lay atop him, stretching her body on his and rested her head on his chest. She could hear his heart thundering away, slowly calming down. When he spoke; it echoed deep within his lungs.
"Did you mean it?" he asked.
Rachel looked up at him.
"What?"
Her son moved a strand of hair out of her face.
"Did you mean it when you said we can do this again?"
Rachel smiled and rocked her hips, slipping the lips of her pussy back and forth against the crown of his penis. Through some kind of youthful black magic, his cock began to harden once more.
"Absolutely," she cooed. "I've gone way too long without a man to please me, and you still have so much to learn."
"Really?" Andy asked brightly.
Rachel nodded. "Besides, I'm sure there's a position or two in that mind of yours you'd like to test out," she said, tapping his head.
Andy laughed. "Maybe... When can we try?"
"Right after dinner," Rachel said. "But I do have one request..."
Andy's brow furrowed.
"What's that?"
Rachel's eyes traveled to the shuttered blinds.
"I want you to fuck me in front of that open window."
The rest of the evening was like the pages from the Kama Sutra re-written. Their sexual escapades utilized every position in every room they could imagine. Their bodies embraced, explored and conquered each other, playing their taboo games. They licked and sucked, nibbled, fingered, teased, stretched, pounded and pleased. They fucked hard and soft, fast and slow. Rachel ever the teacher and her son the willing, energetic student.
It was in the heat of it, when her tits were pressed firmly against the window as Andy banged her good and hard from behind; Rachel finally had her moment. As her body gently shook with each thundering thrust, she looked up and smirked. For there, watching them through their own open window sat the woman across the alley; cigarette in one hand and her son's hard cock in the other.
The End.