Title: Way Out Of The Depression Keywords: mF, inc, mom, son, teen, cheat, mat Author: Caesar Summary: Having been told by an aging woman, about how she kept her son from going down the wrong path in life, Judy wonders if it is the cure for the directions her own child is taking. A certain young sheik of Algiers Said to his harem, "My dears, Though you may think it odd of me, I'm tired of just sodomy Let's try straight fucking." (loud cheers!) Way Out Of The Depression by Caesar, copyright 2003 $Revision: 1.8 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 07:47:46 $ The handsome young man left the semi-private room holding the hand of a pretty little co-ed. Josephine saw the boy's mother make an unconscious look of displeasure as she watched the two slowly disappear down the hallway. The young man was leaving, after his whinning girlfriend had made it very plain that she did not want to wait for five hours in the disinfectant-smelling 'old people' ward of the hospital. Josephine's roommate had just been wheeled out for a moderate-risk procedure, leaving the daughter and grandchild in the room with her. With the loss of the young man, only the daughter, his mom, was left. "He is a fine looking boy?" Jody blinked twice and looked startled, as if she had not realized the old woman on the other bed had even been in the same room. "Thank you.... Mrs...?" "Oh honey, call me Josephine!" Jody brightened up at the old woman's obvious positive demeanour. "Call me Jody. Its a pleasure to meet you Josephine." She stood up off her mothers dishevelled hospital bed and shook the older woman's small wrinkled hand. "Don't you worry about your mother honey... Dr. Roth is the best." Jody smiled bravely, but did fear the worst. Josephine decided to try to distract the attractive middle-aged woman another way. "Your boy...?" "Sammy." "...Sammy is a fine catch." Jody winced noticeably. "You are not happy with your son?" Jody took a deep breath and shook her head, a little too aggressively, "No, I am very proud of Sammy." "Then it is his choice in girlfriends then?" Sammy's mother looked at the old woman with a little surprise before breaking out in a light chuckle, "Is it that obvious?" Josephine laughed with her, "I have a son of my own honey!" The two shared a warm soft laugh. It was the old woman that broke it, by slowly sitting up in her hospital bed and leaning forward. "It will be hours before your mother returns - would you like to hear an old ladies story?" Jody had no where else to go and though she did not relish listening to a strangers life-tales she had nothing better to do. Besides, the old woman seemed rather nice and eager to tell her tale. Unconsciously Jody sat up and leaned forward imitating the elder woman, almost as if the two ladies were sharing a secret between the two hospital beds. "I would love too Josephine." Josephine smiled privately and then started, "It was in the thirties, the Depression Years, and we lived out west. As you may guess things were rather tight then - nothing like todays Welfare or Old Age Pension. My husband and I married very young, as was normal back then for poor people. And let me tell you honey, we were dirt poor!" "Excuse me Josephine, how old are you?" Jody was surprised that the woman before her was old enough to remember the thirties, as she was rather young looking, in a mature sort of way. "I am seventy two honey." The old woman patiently waited to see if the younger woman had further questions, and when she did not, she continued. "My first child died before he was one years old. My second grew up like a bad weed but bloomed when he turned into a teenager." Jody could only guess what 'bloomed' and 'bad weed' meant to the old woman. "Thank the good lord that he was nothing like his father - as he was a rotten evil sort of man. Do you realize that he would knock me senseless just to show his drinking buddies how much of a man he was." Jody could not keep the disgust from her face and sat forward, suddenly anxious to hear more. Josephine was staring off into space, as if looking back through time at her faint distant memories - she did not notice her audiences positive reception to her tale. "Gorden did wonderful in school - so much that it attracted some outside attention and it looked like he may just be offered a chance to go to University in Toronto no less!" The old ladies face brightened up at the memory. "That was when his daddy started to pound on him too. But my boy still did wonderful in school bless his heart." It was obvious to the middle-aged woman that her son Gorden was well loved, still, and she felt a prideful smile come to her face - feeling, and understanding, the same way about Sammy. A mother endured so many emotions when it came to her son. "Something else happened to jeopardize his chances on going to University - the first boy to do so within a hundred miles he was!" Then the old woman looked intensely at her young listener. "Do you know what it was that stole his attention away from his studies?" Jody swallowed thickly, realizing that indeed she did. "Girls." "Girls." Josephine nodded affirmatively, a little of the old disgust written upon her face. "He hit puberty a little late, but a mother knows when her son starts to get interested in girls. Don't we Jody?" Again the intense, private, gaze. Jody's mouth was incredibly dry but she was able to mumble her agreement with a single, "Yes". "I cleaned Gorden's bedding and though I was a married woman, I was surprised at the abundance and frequency of his emissions. And being the only woman for miles, he even looked at me differently. You understand exactly what I am telling you right Jody?" She did, and nodded, though she felt her face brighten up with embarrassment. Josephine nodded as well, as if they were the only two who understood the secret of motherhood and horny teen boys living under the same roofs. "It was natural and all - and besides, I found it a little flattering to be honest. My husband barely ever touched me with anything but a fist any longer and no one had ever looked at me how my Gorden did then." A nurse came into the room, interrupting the tale, and went about her routine while the two women waited rather impatiently. Neither wanted to continue with an audience on hand. When the nurse was gone, Josephine continued, "So I let Gorden hug me whenever his father was not around and I knew he watched as I bathed." Jody had to clench her knee with her hands to stop them from trembling - the similarities between this old woman's tale and her own real-life story was eerie. It was, as Jody had wondered, if all teenage boys looked at the first woman in their lives, the same way? But why did neither mother put a stop to the secret looks from their children? "He even promised me that when he want away to University that he would take me with him. It was all innocent I assure you." Neither woman seemed to acknowledge that it was anything else but innocent - yet the other knew what it felt like to be a woman being spied and lusted after by her own child. It is all a soup of emotions; pride and love, a secret tingling between the legs and perhaps the fuel for those private fantasies. Yes, Jody understood much of what the old woman was talking about. "Then a little hussy by the name of Sara Parker came home with Gorden one day - and he looked so proud when he introduced the two of us together. Even as I took her hand in greeting I knew by looking at her that she was out to get herself my boy. You must understand, everyone within three days walk knew that Gorden had a future - that he was going to Toronto because he had something they did not... brains! Of course Sara was after my boy - but I had never considered the danger of a girl on my son until I shook her hand at that very moment." Jody turned her head and saw several pictures on Josephine's bed-side table - all but one in black and white and all with an attractive thin woman and a big handsome younger man. "His whispered promises of running away together stopped, I never caught him looking at me while I bathed and even the hugs stopped. I was determined to see my boy proud though, and stayed out of his affairs. The thing I feared most was little Sara getting heavy with Gorden's baby and he having to go to work at that awful mill with his father - giving up Toronto and his future." Jody wondered how much of Josephine's fear was tied to her losing the chance to escape her abusive husband and poor lifestyle. In other words, was she selfishly considered mostly about her own future as well. "I kept my mouth shut for many months - but when his teacher came way out to our place to tell me in confidence that Gorden was about to loose his future unless something drastic happened - I knew I had to do something! Any mother that loved her son as much as we do would do the same - right Jody?" Jody was becoming a little fearful about where this story was going and did not want to say a thing. But the intense gaze of the old woman seemed to draw that single affirmative nod from her. Josephine seemed to take strength in her new friends assertion of her life's choices, and continued, "I confronted Gorden of course and we yelled our hearts out but it was when he lifted his fist as if to strike me that we both just froze. He was not his fathers son you see and I saw my boy look at me with something like shock and be broke down and sobbed into his hands." The old woman seemed to be reading her young audience and after a lengthy pause, seemed to have come to a decisions and continued with the end of her tale. "While I held my son, I opened my blouse and yanked my breast from my garments. Gorden did not fight me as I pressed his head downward until I felt his warm lips take my nipple and suckle me." Judy forced herself to sit silently and without a single movement - she was not sure if she should run away or not. Fascination and perhaps the extra fluttering of her beating heart helped her overcome her urge to flee. Josephine was tearing up, her eyes glazed over as she looked back in time to that turning point in her life. "I never regretted what we did... ever! I mean, I took my son and helped him achieve something that no one in our family had ever done. He went off to Toronto, to become a doctor.. if you can believe that? Of course he took me with him - Sara Parker was immediately forgotten." Judy felt cheated, for some reason, at the abridged ending to Josephine's tale and asked, "You and Gorden became lovers?" The astonishment was obvious in her voice. Josephine laughed heartily, "Oh good lord yes! We were like crazed rabbits those early years!" The old woman was still gazing back in time and Josephine felt like a voyeur simply looking at her aged face. The middle-aged woman felt her face flush in embarrassment and said nothing else. It was true that not that long ago, when her own son Sammy hit puberty, she had seen the lust in his eye toward her. She had discovered her dirty panties disappear for a handful of days before showing mysteriously back in her hamper with crusted stains upon them. Judy had not stopped her son from hugging her, kissing her, holding her hand... pressing his hard penis against her when they were close. In truth, it was flattering to the middle-aged woman - that her son found her attractive. In the dark of night, it had also brought images to her - thoughts of her son and her - lovers. She had never encouraged him - but neither had she ever stopped him. And sometimes those midnight fantasies considered what would happen if her son took it further. If there was anything Judy considered her most personal secret - this was it. No one must ever know! So, to sit in the hospital and listen to this old woman tell about her own experiences seemed eerie in some way. Like she was not alone in what she had thought to be insane kinky thoughts. It could almost be her sitting there telling the tale - if it had been the 1930's rather than the 70's and wanted her son to go to a good school and have a better future than she had ever had. She could feel the motherly urge, that drove Josephine to do what she did, to bare her bosom to her only child, for him to take her in his lips and ensure his future was assured. After some minutes of silence, Judy sat back and crossed her arms over her chest. Reality had set in; this was not the Depression, they were certainly not poor or destitute. To think of such things was wrong. This old woman before her had committed a crime, incest with her own child. It is not something that should be taken lightly. -*- Judy's husband had acknowledged the news that his mother-in-law had come through her operation without a problem with barely a grunt. She had to tell him over the phone of course, as he was on another of his important business trips. So she sat at the kitchen table and drank her tea, looking off into space. Judy's life was not unpleasant - upper middle class with her husband earning more than enough. Yet she was lonely - as he was more often on some trip or another than not. But when he was home, she rarely saw him as well, working all hours and was simply emotionally distant. And though her husband never beat her, he never touched her in a more intimate way either. Only a few years before, her son and she had like friends - spending hours reading, playing board games and working in the garden together. Sammy seemed to enjoy being near his mother, contrary to his father, and she loved to have the single man she loved and trusted unconditionally with her. It was different now, of course. Like Josephine's son Gorden, there was a girl. It changed how mothers and their son's acted - with Judy, she felt regret and sad. In truth, she needed that closeness but saw nothing but loneliness for her future. It was like the starving man realizing that there was more than one food group and not even hiding his pleasure as he goes out in the world to sample all that he could find. The front door swung open and seconds latter slammed shut - Sammy was home. "Mom?" "In here honey?" She took another sip of her lukewarm tea. Her tall strong son strode into the kitchen confidently, unconscious of the dominant way he moved and even talked. "How is grandma mom?" "It was a success honey. She was awake and walking around when I left her a few hours ago." Sammy beamed happily, "Thats great mom!" "You should visit her tomorrow - she was asking about you?" "I will mom." She took another sip of tea. His eyes lowered and his voice lost its forceful edge, "Mom, I'm sorry I could not stay with you at the hospital today." Judy did not say a thing - but took the last sip of her tea. She felt it was his duty to help her mom through such a tough time. She had asked Sammy to stay with her, but neither had thought the new girlfriend would become as big a problem as she had. He shrugged, "You know how it is mom...?" "No why don't you tell me?" She could not hide the venom in her voice. They were talking about Sammy's girlfriend Tessa and they both knew it. "I love her mom! I think I want to marry her!" His voice had gone up an octave - one of his reactions when he is defending himself, arguing - lossing that dominant edge. This was the first time she had ever heard Sammy say he loved Tessa let alone wanted to marry her. It shook her rather roughly, even forcing the air from her lungs, and she felt her eyes tear up in grief. It was her turn to look down, at the empty tea cup in her hands, and not look up at her son. Judy remembered the tale she had heard this afternoon and then broke out laughing in near-hysteria she asked, "I suppose you are not going to University next year either?" Sammy never said a word - having no idea why his mom was laughing so strangely, as it held no humour. After a minute of thick silence, Judy looked up at her son's face, the laugh fading as quickly as it had appeared. "You don't want to go to University next year?" She could feel her guts twist painfully and her heart was beating irregular. Speaking very rapidly and in a high-pitched voice, "Tessa and I are going to travel Europe for a year. One year won't hurt anything mom!" "Have you told your father?" She prayed that he had not - that her husband would force his son to return to reason. "Dad said it was a great idea. He even said that he wished he had done the same thing after High School." Her husband and she had met that first year - perhaps he was regretting his choice in a wife, Judy asked herself? Sammy suddenly turned and rapidly strode out of the kitchen and by the sounds of his heavy walking - up to his room, where the door slammed. Her sobs came easily now that she was alone; sadness, the promise of even more loneliness, the threat of her son's future. Then she realized it was almost an echo of Josephine's tale. That she was living that old woman's life - given the same options. What would most mothers do at this point - make more tea and let her son disappear? Josephine had taken a more radical approach and by all accounts, it seemed to work out rather well, thought the distraught woman. Then for the first time Judy considered what Josephine had done as an option in her current dilemma. She wiped the tears from her cheeks and simply considered the prospect of taking her only child on as a lover as a serious option for the very first time in her life. It set a shiver up her spin and stilled her earlier grief with awe. Of course he would have to agree to stay at home and go to University as planned... give up Tessa as well... spend more time with her. If he did these things, she would be her son's lover and that thought caused another shiver to run down her spin, ending between her legs. The strength of her automatic reaction at the thought of incest with her child scared and thrilled her. It was crazy of course - to consider, in a rational way, this path that Josephine had walked. Judy considered how she would do it if it was her - one day in the near future, her son walks in the door faced with his lingerie-clad mother masturbating herself. Would he jump her or would it disgust him? The chance had to be taken - no matter what his response - even if it ended in grief, Judy resolved herself. And she could not wait for a day in the near future, she could not even wait until tomorrow. It had to be tonight, if this was the path she was prepared to take? There was no time to loose - her son may ruin his future by turning down the University admission, slack off of his final months of school, get his girlfriend pregnant! Blinking several times, Judy shook her head to clear her mind and looked around the empty quiet kitchen. She removed her hand from her own breast, where it had unconsciously lay, squeezing rhythmically as she thought about her son. Tonight - reality was hitting her hard and she blinked yet again. Tonight she would either be her son's lover or he would leave her for that slut Tessa - she resolved. At least, she told herself, she would try - she would be the mother bear doing everything to protect her only cub. Given the same choices, Judy could not see how any mother would respond different. Standing suddenly, Judy walked up to her room on unsteady feet. She knew what she had to do - something she had never really done outside of fantasy, seduce a man - and she knew whom was her target - even if she knew, in theory, the method her skills were in doubt. The one thing that society said was immoral, illegal and just plan wrong was exactly what Judy was going to try and produce between her child and her! Judy shed her clothing and stood naked before her full-length mirror. The woman looking back was of medium height with the full-weight and curves of a mature woman. That is to say she was small of bone, thin in her ankles and wrists. Yet the wide flair of her hips, the obnoxious thrust of her large natural breasts, of her soft meaty thighs and even the gentle soft curve of her stomach. Her face, normally looking sad and lost could be attractive if she smiled. Of course the lines about her eyes and at the corners of her lips would be seen then so that her true age was never in question. Her naturally brunette curly hair, with its streaks of silver-gray, was often a mess, that she liked to tie back in a single tail. The woman looking back at her in the mirror was not a teenager, or a woman in her twenties, but a mature and still attractive woman in her early forties. Sammy had seen something in that woman, thought Judy, that had attracted his teenage hormones. Would he still think she was sexy, would this work - she wondered, not for the last time that evening? Judy also wondered, not for the last time, if she was doing this for herself or her child - the same question that she silently asked about Josephine and her son. Judy went into her private bathroom of her suite and took a long very hot shower, scrubbing every inch of her body with unscented soap. She wanted everything to be perfect - not a single unsightly blemish would risk the outcome of this evening. Then she washed her hair thoroughly. Her son had once commented that he liked when she tied her hair up and back, into a pony tail, saying he enjoyed her long smooth neck - it being the reason she usually wore it styled that way. So, upon exiting the shower and after drying her wet body, she dried and then prepared her hair, it ending up into a simple pony tail. Then she went into her walk-in closet and opened a drawer that was so rarely opened. Inside was the few piece of lingerie that she owned - many too small, since they had been purchased in years gone by. Judy remember how her son's eyes could never get enough looking at his mothers breasts - especially if she had worn something low enough to see some cleavage. Well tonight her breasts were his to enjoy - so she wanted something that was revealing and easily discarded... the white waist-length teddy, with a sheer bust and spaghetti straps. The teddy would fall to her feet if she removed the straps from her shoulders as easily as it was to take a breath of air. As she slipped the garment on, Judy felt something strange... as if this was her new reality, rather than the promise of fantasy. What she was about to do could happen, it could work! She felt invigorated, regardless of the nerves butterflies in her stomach, reborn. Sammy often suggested that his mother wear skirts, shorter the better for the young man, and after her breasts, his eyes were often appraising her legs. Having attractive curvy legs, but not perfect, Judy wanted to wear something sexy to spice them up - and chose white thigh-high lace stockings. They had never been worn, having been purchased for a wedding anniversary when her husband had to go out of town suddenly on business. Judy left her closet and again stood before her full-length mirror. The woman before her no longer looked weary and sad, but anxious and expectant. She also looked rather sexy - Judy had to admit to herself. Her sex was uncovered and between the white teddy and stockings seemed to be the red spot in a target - just the effect she was going for. All that was left was to go a few meters down the hallway and confront her son, to offer him what the mirror revealed. He could say 'no' she thought, with a shiver. She may have to return to her room humiliated and her lonely future assured, knowing that her son was ruining his life and having knowing there was nothing she could do to help. Judy realized that even after all her preparations, Sammy still held the power to accept this new life or not. Then something else came to her; what if her son wanted something from her that she had never done before? Sexual things. Judy had used her mouth on occasion and had sex in various positions but there was other things, she knew, that a man may want. Sammy may want her in these ways! Judy thought of one thing he may want, something she had actually considered in her fantasies - he may want her anally. The thought was not repugnant to her but she was worried about the pain. Then another thought came to her - he may wish to ejaculate on her face or large breasts. Rather than worry her, she realized that her body was becoming rather excited - her anus twitching anxiously and her nipples throbbing painfully. Judy knew then that there was nothing, nothing that she could consider, that the two of them could not do - that she would not do for her son. Yet he may still say 'no'. Judy retrieved her long satin nightgown - which hung to her ankles and when tied tight, covered her to her neck. If she need retreat, perhaps she could do it before she drops the nightgown. To stall the fateful moment, Judy wondered if she should wear heels or low slippers or something upon her feet. She looked down at her nylon covered toes and shrugged to herself, her dainty cute feet would look out of place in anything but the way they way now. Judy took one last look at her face in the mirror, without a drop of makeup, she looked her years, but attractive in a natural and healthy sort of way. This was the moment that could change both of their lives, the woman in the mirror now belonged to Sammy, if he should want her. It was the trade-off that she was making for him, she told herself, to save his future by being a better mother. It took only seconds before she stood outside the door to her son's room, her hand in the air before her ready to knock. The door was suddenly symbolic to Judy - the very last barrier to doing what most would consider repugnant let alone illegal. Even if she should fail, and that thought scared her more than anything else in her life, her relationship with her only child would be scared for life. Almost as if something else controlled her hand and arm, she watched as her knuckles rapped on the hardwood door twice, a pause, and then the third time. She was half expecting a grunt telling her to go away, after the way they separated earlier in the kitchen. Instead, her son's deep voice gently said, "Come in mother." The door opened into darkness and Judy stood in the dark doorway realizing she had not even considered that her son may have already gone to bed, it being well past midnight. How could her seduction work if he could not see her lingerie-clad body or her see the love-for-him in her eyes? Just when despair was starting, a low-watt light clicked on next to her son's bed, illuminating the room in deep gray shadows. "What is it mom... is there something wrong...?" Sammy sat up on his bed, his bare chest drawing his mothers eyes. Sammy saw through tired eyes as his mother just stood there in his doorway for several lengthy seconds, staring at him strangely. Just as he was about to sit up and ask again if there was anything wrong, thinking his grandmother had unforeseen complications perhaps, when she suddenly walked unsteadily to his bedside. Having a captains bed, his mother had to half-climb up to his mattress before sitting down, her feet dangling in the air by the bed like a child. Just at that moment he noticed that his mother was wearing white socks or nylons... which was out of character, as she usually had bare feet about the house. It was definitely nylons, with some white patterns upon them. Judy cleared her throat and spoke in as seductive a voice as she could. To her son, it sounded like she was trying not to cough, and her voice was soft and almost shy. "I came here to see if there was anything I could do to convince you not to go to Europe next year honey?" Judy placed her trembling sweaty hand upon her son's thigh, where it lay beneath his thick blanket - she could not help but marvel at how hard and perfectly shaped it was. She told herself she would be here even if her son was not so attractive - but of course she was still a woman and her child was a very sexy man and that did not hurt in the least. Sammy's anger was rising, it was the middle of the night for fucks sake and his mom wanted to continue this right now! He never even noticed her hand on his thigh. Judy shook her head dumbly, suddenly frustrated but quickly returning to her earlier serene look, "Actually, I want you to go to University next year honey, live at home and... give up on girls for a while. And I will...!" She never got a chance to make that offer as Sammy interrupted by barking, "Mom! You have to accept it mom, Tessa and I are in love. I am going to Europe with her and then we will then live together when we get back!" Live together? That was new, thought Judy with the cold realization that this was not going according to her design, while it felt like a hand was twisting her guts. Unable to control the tremor in her voice, her emotions rapidly threatening to overwhelm her in grief, "Is there nothing I could do to convince you to stay?" Sammy never heard the desperation in his mothers voice, and if he had he probably would never have interpreted to his mothers true intent. "Mom, I wish you would just face reality - I am not a little boy anymore, I don't need my mother to take care of me!" Judy sobbed a single time and then forced the remainder of her sorrow down, though there was not much strength left in preventing it from overwhelming her. Withdrawing her hand from her son's covered thigh, the middle aged woman slipped off the edge of the bed and landed upon her nylon covered feet soundlessly and started toward the door. Josephine had explained how she had tried to reason with her son and it had turned into a fight, they had gone to the edge of their relationship before they made that turning point in their lives. The old lady had done this without any preparations or planning, but by simply barring her breast and letting her son feast upon it. It was a simple action and one not based upon any seductive powers. Neither could it be misconstrued or simply missed. If she left now, Judy would never again have the nerve to seduce her only child - and that was the only thing she could think of that would save his future. All it would take from her, was stepping off the cliff and believing that she would not fall... faith. Judy suddenly stopped, a mere meter from the exit to her son's room, her back to her son. With trembling small hands she fumbled with the knot holding her satin nightgown closed. Judy was reciting to herself silently, "You can do it... you can do it...!" While she was also thankful that her son sat silently behind her and let her do what she felt she needed too do! Sammy watched his mother not understanding what she was doing, why she was standing silently facing away from him. Then he saw, after she fumbled at her waist, his mothers long housecoat was pushed from her shoulder, so that it slipped silently down beneath her to the floor about her feet. Sammy felt his jaw drop as he saw his mother in her skimpy and very revealing underwear - her bare bottom facing him, the white lace of her teddy and the white elastic of her stockings. Then his mother nervously turned on unsteady legs so that she was facing her only child. The young man looked down from his mother's fear-filled face to the large breasts that were barely hidden beneath the transparent teddy. He was amazed at the size of her dark round nipples, both of which were pressing forward like the tip of a missile - aimed right at him. Further downward he saw that her teddy stopped mid-navel and the thick patch of pubic hair, in a perfect inverted triangle, between his mothers legs. Judy stole a look at her son's face and saw his stunned expression but was not sure if that was good or not. She did think he had not yet understood what was being offered here. She forced a sly smile to widen her dry lips, her eyes locked upon her child with a will that the woman did not know she possessed. The spaghetti straps slipped down her shoulders and arms easily, the front of the teddy slipped down to her waist and then after a slight wiggle, to her feet, baring her full heavy breasts for her only child. She saw, with content, that her son could barely tear his eyes away from her large chest. Sammy watched his mother return to his bedside, her eyes locked upon his, and though he could feel her touch like a physical thing upon him, it was her swaying breasts that his eyes were locked upon. They were simply the biggest most perfect tits that he had ever imagined. Better than he had even considered when he was younger and his eyes and imagination had feasted upon his mother's clothed person too many times to count. Judy felt a calmness seep into her soul as she lifted her hand and slowly drew the duvet down to her son's feet, exposing his sexy body fully. The top of the mattress was at Judy's navel which left her prone child at a perfect height and reach. Sammy jumped when his mothers warm small hand encircled his soft penis and squeezed it gently and firmly. It was not the first female hand to grasp his sex organ but it was most certainly not the woman he thought would do this, outside of early adolescent fantasy. "Mom...?" In a throaty low voice Judy hushed her son, "Sammy...", he became quiet - feeling the blood rise to his cheeks when he realized that his cock was hardening in his mothers grasp. "... I will ask again honey. Mommy wants you to go to University next year, live at home and give up on girls for a while?" Sammy was still prone, almost frozen in shock, and so did not say a word. His mother continued, "If you do this honey, mommy will do anything you want?" It was phrased as a question and to reinforce it, she gave his nearly-erect penis a harsh squeeze. The message obvious even to the stunned young man. Still Sammy had not moved or said a word. That calmness that Judy was feeling was starting to disintegrate - if she could not get him to agree to her compromise soon this crazed chance she was taking was about to become her worst nightmare. "Will you go to University next year Sammy?" The force of her will and the power of motherhood lay in her gaze and Sammy could do nothing else but nod his head in agreement. Judy felt a burst of joy in her heart and she knew this was going to work - her gamble with both their lives, their mutual relationship and their love would not only continue but strengthen and prosper. She forced herself to calm, knowing that the first request was the easiest of compromises. "And you will live at home as well?" Another squeeze upon his, now, hard throbbing member transfered more information than what was in her simple question. All Sammy need do was answer correctly and then his mother would do her best to give him a sexual nirvana for as long as he wanted her! Immediately Sammy nodded his head in agreement, a part of his soul started to awake and grow within him. He felt a surge of pride... manhood... lust... and power from what his mother was offering. He kept hearing his mothers words, "...anything you want". "You will also give up on girls until you graduate Sammy?" Judy knew this was the toughest of her requests - that it was the offer of her stocking-clad nude body that was the promise of compensation. But she was gambling against the love, or was it just lust, between her son and that co-ed slut that he was spending time with. In simply a physical comparison, the young woman had much more in her favour that Judy. Yet she was banking on the naughty incestuous nature that, she knew, gave her an electrical bolt of excitement whenever she thought of her son - praying that he felt it as well. Then there was her offer of near-servitude, that Judy would do any sexual act that her son wanted of her while he fulfilled the conditions she had already laid out. Sammy was frowning and Judy knew he had to fully understand what she was offering. Just so there was no mistake - and to the middle-aged woman the hardest hurdle was knocking on her son's doorway, dressed and mentally prepared to seduce him and not what she was starting to consider was her next move. In fact - what Judy had in mind filled her loins with lust, her heart with love and her soul with passion - she knew she could be that brazen woman of her fantasies. Before her son could weight the two females in his life, his mother broke into his thoughts, "Before you agree to that last condition honey, I want you to wait until I show you just how much I love you, OK?" He said nothing but his wide eyes were looking into his own parents, they were filled with a wild mixture of emotions so that it was impossible for his mother to read him. Since Judy had grasped that vigorous young cock in hand and felt it enlarge quickly, the thick veins pulsating against her palm - her mouth had watered to taste him. It certainly was not the first cock she had ever fisted, it was also not the first cock to enter into her mouth - yet the craving was like a magnetic pull when she had first touched her son in a sexual way. His cock was so perfect, slightly longer and thicker than his fathers - better than even she could, and tried too, imagine. The bed and mattress being a perfect height, the middle-aged mother only had to bend at the waist so that her face came down directly over the thrusting hard dick in her hand. Sammy watched as his mother slowly descended toward his waist and though some part of him may have realized where she was headed, his eyes were feasting on her large breasts as they hung down from her chest. When her lips puckered and kissed the head of his cock, near panic hit him and he reached out to hold his mothers head from descending even further! Judy panicked when she felt his hand press against her forehead, grasping the top of her hair so firmly that she would not move. And she wondered if this was the end - that her offer was not enough, even before she could show him how much she loved him... wanted to love him. "Mom... you can't!" Dread was overtaking her senses and she could not stop the pained sound in her voice, "Let me show you... please!" He was shaking his head firmly back and forth, "You don't understand mom!" She wanted to shout out that he did not understand - just how much he would gain if he should take her as his slave! Yes, his slave, that was what she had been willing to do wasn't it? And after the first sight of that cock, her whole body was quivering with need, her mouth practically foaming to taste it, her cunt running as it has never before for any man or cock, in electrical pleasure. This was the moment that she had built her life up too and now that it was here it was about to be shattered. Without a doubt, Judy now understood that Sammy was the perfect mate for her - and she would do anything to be the perfect woman for him. Tears started to well up in her eyes and she finally croaked out, "Please honey... please let me do this for you!" If only if he would let her do this one thing, she was sure he would see the perfection in their union. A sob escaped his lips before he replied, "Oh god mom! You don't understand! Its Tessa... she and I...", he did not continue. Judy's active imagination filled in the rest of her son's statement; that he was already married, that Tessa was pregnant... that he loved her more than even his mother! A tear escaped from her right eye and slide down her cheek. Using more calm than she felt she asked, "Tell me why I can not do this for you Sammy?" Judy had to bite her own tongue so that she did not begin to beg. "...we...! Mother...", Sammy took a deep breath and then quickly blurted out, "Tessa and I had sex tonight." Her son's face turned bright red at the admission and Judy took several fear-filled seconds until she understood. Her fear started to decrease rapidly, her dread disappeared instantly. Judy's eyes looked down at that pulsating manhood that stood just a breath away from her lips. Her son and that slut had intercourse, had fucked, and her son was only trying to protect his mother from tasting another woman upon him. A maternal anger began to rise - that she successfully quenched - that her son was having unprotected sex with Tessa. Good god, did he not realize what would happen to his plans if that slut should get pregnant! Judy could not help but take a deep breath in - noticing for the first time an odd, but not unpleasant, smell coming from her son's crotch. With the throaty deep voice that she had used earlier, "If there no other reason to stop your mother from sucking you off then please remove your hand honey?" Mother and child shared a lengthy look. Sammy's eyes widened when he realized that the knowledge that his dick was coated with another woman's cunt-juice did not bother his mother - why should it bother him? Sammy removed his hand from his mothers forehead - releasing her to continue what she had been about to do - before he even considered what that act meant. He suddenly wanting her to do it... very much so! Judy took a long deep breath and then closed her eyes, opened her lips and lowered her face. The long hard dick entered into her mouth, its smooth crown slipping along her tongue until it was at the entrance to her throat. She held it there, breathing through her nostrils expertly, sucking softly and removed her grasping hand. There was a sour taste upon her son's cock and she did not have to consider what it was after Sammy's admission. Having never been with another woman, though in her private fantasies she had considered it and so it did not horrify her, she had never tasted the juice of another. Being intimate with her own, and relishing it actually, she could not help but compare it with the young womans'. With a perverse joy, Judy knew that her nectar was delicious compared to the co-eds. She wondered if her son would care to sample his mother's juices from the source? Sammy lay back upon his pillow and starred down his naked prone form at his mother, where she was holding two thirds of his painfully hard cock in her mouth. He could see the corners of her lips were turned up in a smile even as her cheeks were sunk inward from sucking and she was making a small humming-moaning noise that reverberated his cock deliciously. All those teenage years of lusting after his mother flashed through his conscious and he realized nothing could compare with reality. The youthful innocence of new lust returned and the first woman that he ever noticed and lusted after in his most secret of dreams was now holding his penis within her mouth, sucking with a passion that his fantasies had lacked. Without even moving her head, his mother had already surpassed the skills of the three other mouths that had tasted his dick - including his current girlfriend Tessa. It had never felt so fantastic with anyone else and it blew his mind that it was his mother that he was feeling it with! Judy began to move her head, excruciatingly slowly, knowing from experience and from many years of fantasy, just how to start this moment. Up and down and side to side her head moved. She was focused on giving the best that she had ever given to any man - her son deserved it. If it should be only this one time - then she wanted Sammy to remember, with delicious thoughts, as the best blow job that he had ever had. But the real message that she was conveying to her son, with her lips around his cock, was that this available to him any time - that it was only the tip of the iceberg for the pleasures she would deliver unto him. And now that she was doing it - Judy knew she could never deny her son oral sex ever again. Sammy was thankful that he had shot off inside Tessa earlier in the evening; if only so that he could last long enough to watch the fantastic show going on in the area of his crotch. It was the crazed way that his mind was working - thinking of his past and present girlfriends but seeing his mothers face and feeling her mouth upon him. It was confusing and a little scary, when something in your life changes, but there was a thrilling exhilaration to this moment as well. His mothers great white breasts continued to draw his eyes, as they bounced against his hip as she moved her head over his lap. The way they rolled about beneath her chest, the way the hard thick nipples danced against the hairs on his skin and the bed sheet next to him. They were so delicious, so fine, that he moved a quivering hand forewords. Feeling like a naughty child as his hand moved toward her white flesh - almost afraid to take his first erotic touch. Knowing that if he did, there may be no turning back. Judy felt her son's strong large hand grasp one of her hanging breasts and lift it in his palm. In that touch, she understood that he was stepping up to the plate, joining in the game that she had started. The rest of the game was simply pleasure - and then she knew she had a real chance at winning. That Sammy would forget Tessa, go to University while continuing to live with her, while she was his private slut. Her son's slave! Her mind was whirling at the erotic possibilities of their immediate future! Sammy felt his mother moan loudly in pleasure and he immediately followed with a groan of his own. The accelerated pace of his passion surprised even him, knowing that the summit was not as far off as he had wished. Judy heard the grunts that her son was making, the dramatic thrusts upward of his hips, the way his penis had stopped throbbing in her mouth and seemed to enlarge to its full, final size. She felt dizzy by the knowledge of what was about to happen - what she had done for her only child! Now he could not leave her - not now after sampling just how much she loved him! It was the ultimate risk of the night - what her intimate offer was based upon. "Oh.... mom... oh mom... I'm... I'm gonna... mom...!" She had felt a man ejaculate in her mouth a handful of times in her life - but not one in the last dozen years. She felt dizzy at the thought that her male-child was, probably, less than a minute away from doing just that. Yet a dark slutty side of Judy wanted more - something to make this even more memorable for the both of them. She remembered the porn movie she had watched on a trip with her husband, when he left her alone in the hotel for most of the time, some of the things she had never even considered before were done by actors in front of the camera. It was the fuel to her sexuality heightened fantasies ever since - facials, anal, sixty-nine, lesbianism, spanking. Judy returned her hand to the base of his hard shaft, jerking it roughly while her lips held the crown of the penis just inside her mouth. Sammy was sweating profusely, while staring wide-eyed and half-crazed at the sight above his lap. Judy had opened her eyes and was looking at her son intently - holding his gaze with sheer willpower. Judy lifted her face until the dick was just beneath her open mouth - her eyes locked on her sons'. Her son suddenly froze, and she could see the muscles in his torso tense and bind a second before they started to dance. A loud groan escaped him and then the cock in her hand expanded a brief second before a thick wad of semen shot out into her mouth to land on the back of her tongue. Sammy watched as his mother held his cock steady in hand while moving her face around - pressing the head of his dick against her soft skin even as it shot and jerked come. He watched amazed, as well as feeling fantastic from the very powerful orgasm, as his mother coated her face in his spend - so that when he was finished pumping his semen, much of his own mothers face was covered. When she finally let go of his cock, Sammy sat frozen as he watched her smile widely at him before using her finger to scoop up the mess on her face, sucking the digit frequently clean. It was an amazing sight - something out of a wild fantasy. It was also something that he had never done, never experienced - with anyone. And god-damned, he loved it! Judy loved the taste of her son and she let that love show on her face - as her son watched her clean the ejaculate from her skin. She was feeling dizzy and weak in the knees - from the bawdy and bold thing she had just done. She considered herself a normal middle-aged woman - but now she was a normal middle-aged woman that had taken a chance, went past the safe barrier that society imposed upon her, and Judy loved it. She wanted to be a slut for this young man before her - wanted to submit to his every desire, no matter where that may lead her. There was nothing she would not do for that cock before her. The old woman from the hospital, Josephine, had bared her breast to her son - Judy had sucked off her son until he gave her a facial. Different times...! "Mom... wow, mom... that was fantastic!" Her face, now covered in saliva, was mostly clean of her son's sperm. "I hope you enjoyed it honey!" Judy held her breath as she asked once again, "Will you do all that I asked earlier Sammy?" Sammy's smile disintegrated for a few lengthy seconds before it returned, wide with pleasure. "If you keep sucking me like that mom... I'll do anything you want!" Her heart and soul soared - she had gambled and won, "I am so very happy honey! If we have an agreement, Sammy, then you misunderstand - it is I that will do anything for you!" Her smile was cunning and playful, with a large amount of love and pleasure - the message obvious. Since his mother was standing next to the bed, within arms reach, Sammy moved his hand forward yet again. Her smile did not waver as he felt her large breast once again, obviously testing her offer of submission. Then, since her smile only widened and she seemed to push herself into his fumbling hand, he slipped his hand lower down to that thick patch of pubic hair covering her loins. Judy felt her son's ineptness as he fumbled at the slit of her vagina - a finger finally slipping into her very wet cunt. A throaty sigh escaped her when the finger entered her body and she had to hold onto the edge of the high bed so as not to fall. "Mom, I can't believe what we just did... what I'm doing now!" The finger guided her a few steps closer to the top of the bed, not understanding what he wanted until Sammy sat up and wrapped his lips around her hard sensitive nipple and sucked madly. Judy's soul was flying through the heavens - joy had filled her conciousness... pleasure not far behind. She was already panting and humping her hips on the hand between her legs, her ass clenching randomly, her knees near-buckling. "Mom, climb on up here." Sammy moved to the side to give his mother room on his single bed. It was not a bed made for two - but the mother could think of no other place she would rather be. When she started to climb, Sammy stopped her laughing lightly, "No mom... face the other way!" Judy did not understand for a full half-minute before it made sense and she rushed to comply. Another first for the neglected middle-aged woman, something else that she had seen in that single porn movie years ago. After some fumbling and perhaps a few light bruises, mother and son were settled on the single bed, face toward the crotch of the other. As they were on their sides, Judy bent one knee up as she watched her son lean in and kiss the top of her very excited mound. "Suck me mom." Judy anxiously leaned in and took the weary cock in her mouth, tenderly suckling it - though her consciousness was aimed toward her son's face and her own sex. Then Sammy stuck out a tongue and, perhaps, by luck he slid it against his mothers excitment-gorged clitoris. Judy let out a long groan of pleasure as her body vibrated against her son's. She heard her son giggle lightly at the pleasure of the moment before pressing forward with more gusto and energy. A finger slipped back into her cunt and began to move rapidly in and out while another finger fondled her anus. Judy screamed in pleasure, the cock in her mouth muffling the noise, as she began to hump her child's face. Though, through her actions Judy knew that her son would have that future she wanted for him - she also knew that there was a certain selfishness in what she accomplished. Josephine understood it as well - but did not say a word - that by seducing her son, she was altering her life and securing her own future in a way that paled to the child's. Judy was holding her son's soft cock in her mouth while his fingers pumped in and out of her body as his lips and tongue played with her clitoris... it was the best moment of her life. --