"Mother Knows Best," Chapter 4 By: JValet This story has been written entirely with the aid of friendly readers like yourself. Their ideas are the ones which fill these pages, not mine. So, if you've an idea about where you'd like to see this story go, let me know at jvalet45@netscape.net Thanks! Oh, and the preceeding chapters of this tale can be found at either my folder on Asstr.org (/files/Authors/JValet), or my blog on Storiesonline.net. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Justin slammed the phone back onto its cradle. "Bitch," he muttered, then smiled to himself, as if enjoying a private joke. Lynn, sitting on the couch not ten feet away, was pretty sure she'd heard a girl's voice on the other end, protesting loudly. What Justin had said had been far enough under his breath for her not to hear, but she was reasonably certain of the basics. "Hot date?" She asked in a coy voice. Justin grunted in the negative, and slumped around to flop down on the couch. Lynn curled long, brown legs under her tight little behind to give him room. The hem of her clingy pink terry skirt rose well above her knees as she did. Her son couldn't quite hide the way his hot gaze raked its way up her slender stems. Lynn smiled inwardly. "Another night around the old homestead, then?" She stretched her legs back out again, rucking the hem of the skirt up even higher, giving Justin an ample view of her tightly muscled thighs. Her tanned little toes wiggled in front of him as she faked a long yawn, pushing her tits up against the thin fabric of her white tank top. His nose twitched once, and his body jerked just a little. "You don't mind spending another night with your old ma, do you?" Lynn relaxed her legs, and allowed her feet to "accidentally" come to rest in Justin's lap. The hem of the skirt had crawled up so high that had she rolled over, half of her succulent round buttocks would have been in plain sight. As it was, the hem shaded only the very junction of her thighs, where a hot, wet pussy wept. Lynn let her son's eyes wander all over the exposed skin and linger at the shade between her thighs before pretending to notice. "Geez, honey," she began to wriggle, pulling her skirt down. "Why didn't you <i>tell</i> me I looked like that?" "Dunno," he muttered. "It's not like I was looking." There was no conviction in his voice, and the bulge in his pants (one Lynn confirmed by wiggling her soft little feet all over his lap) said differently. In her struggles to pull the hem of the skirt down, she had inadvertently pulled the waistband down along with it, far below her navel and over her lush hips. They sat like that for an hour or so, watching some vapid crap on the tube, Lynn occasionally rubbing her heels against her son's stiff cock, Justin trying to pretend that he wasn't looking at his mom's tight body laid out on the couch. Once the hour was up, Lynn rolled her legs off Justin's lap. "Bathroom break," she said, smiling at him. She swooped down, and gave him a peck on the cheek. If there was a particular scent on her breath that he could smell, only the barest of jerks betrayed it. As she sashayed her way to the bathroom, she could feel Justin's eyes lock onto the topmost curves of her buttocks, wriggling and jiggling their way out of the waistband of the skirt. Closing the bathroom door behind her, Lynn sat down on the toilet and hiked her skirt as high as it would go, giving her greedy fingers free access to her juicy cunt. First, she masturbated herself through her panties, making sure to thoroughly soak the thin gusset of the little white thong in her copious pussy cream. In the next moment, she had slipped the tiny panties off, and laid them atop the toilet tank, where "anybody" could find them. Having laid that trap, Lynn proceeded to work her fuckhole in earnest, biting her lip to restrain the sounds of pleasure, diddling her pulsing clit while fingerfucking herself, making her vagina a slippery mess, spreading the fragrant perfume of her sex all over her smooth thighs for good measure. When she was satisfied with the wet mess she'd made, having cum at least twice to take the edge off, Lynn stood, and wiped the excess pussy slime off on her tank-top. With a hungry grin on her face, she strode back out to the living room. As she walked towards the couch, she saw Justin hurriedly rearranging something in his lap. Coming up behind him, she laid her hands on his shoulders. Peeking down, Lynn could see that he hand't managed to get his zipper all the way up. Pretending not to notice the big white bulge that poked through the zipper, she began to rub Justin's shoulders. "Your muscles are all tight from carrying that damn bookbag all day at school, honey," she cooed in his ear. Glancing down, Lynn could see the bulge in his pants jump, pushing the zipper open a little more. "Why don't you sit on the floor so I can work on them properly?" His body rigid, face flushed, pants tented, Justin quickly slid from the couch to sit on the carpet before it. Lynn sat behind him, her hands gently working his shoulders, her thighs surrounding his head. Caught in a cloud of her pussy perfume, her son started to take deep breaths, consuming as much of Lynn's aroma as his lungs could get. She could feel his shoulders start to sag beneath her hands as the cunt cream worked its magic on his will. As she ineffectually rubbed Justin's shoulders, his head began to bob in sync with her movements, swaying through the perfumed haze of sex that lay between her thighs. One of his hands started to knead the insistent erection badly concealed in his pants. "Thaaats right, sweetie," she cooed softly. "Just let yourself go, give into the relaxation mommy's giving you, let yourself drift off, and forget everything but the way I'm making you feel." His hands fumbled with the flap in his underpants, worming their way inside to play with his pillar of boy meat. Justin's head lolled back, rolling around until it came into contact with her taut, sticky thigh. "Yesss," she hissed as skin contact was made. "Just give in to the feeling, so soft, so seductive, so <i>horny</i>." His lips parted to taste the smell that was melting his will away. He began to kiss his mother's thigh, gently lapping at the sweetly-flavoured skin. "Fuck that's hot," Lynn groaned as Justin began kissing his way along her thigh, blindly following the trail of pussy juice. "You can feel it melting your brain, can't you?" She muttered as her son turned around to get a better vantage from which to clean her thighs. Her hands released his shoulders, and buried their fingers in his hair, holding him to his inexorable course. Lynn draped one long leg over her son's shoulder as his kisses encroached ever closer to the source of the aroma that held him spellbound. His free hand ran down the back of her thigh, luxuriating in the silky skin, while the other masturbated furiously. Freeing a shaky hand, Lynn pulled the hem of her skirt as high as it could go, bringing to light the smooth labia majora, a puffy peach ripe for splitting by cock or tongue. A thin strip of blonde pubic hair pointed the way to heaven, just in case Justin's nose hadn't already done its job. His lips caressed his mother's nether lips, savouring the taste, the smell that made his cock harder than iron, his will softer than butter. Following the slippery trail inwards, his free hand left her thigh to split those lips, revealing the delicate pink petals within, her swollen clit, and the pulsating entrance to her pussy. Eagerly, his tongue lapped up the hot, free-flowing juice that coated her sweet cunt, taking time to nuzzle at her clit, sending his mom into paroxysms of pleasure. Then, suddenly, both of his hands grabbed hold of her firm buttocks, and he smothered himself in her cunt, driving his tongue as deeply as he could into the hot depths from whence her juice flowed. By this time, Lynn had spread those long, lucsious legs as widely as she could, giving the boy as much room to work as he needed. Her fingers pawed at her tits, while the other hand crept down to play with her clit as he suckled at her cunt. "Oh, fuckhoneyyes!" She gasped as he worked ever harder at her pussy. "Eat mommy's pussy...soon you'll have it every night, every which way, sweetie. You and that big...hard...<i>cock!</i>" The mere thought of succumbing to her own urges, and allowing the boy to plow her with the iron rod that was leaking precum onto her carpet, fucking her 'til she passed out, was enough to send Lynn over the edge into a roaring orgasm, filling her son's mouth with pussy cream. She held him close to her cunt, riding his face through the massive orgasm, until finally, gasping for air, she pulled his sticky features out from her wet folds. His gaze was glassy, as though drunk. She banished the thought of fucking him now, knowing that the effect was temporary, and if he came to himself now, or in mid-stroke, he might have a stroke of his own. "Honey, who Knows Best?" She asked quickly between gasps. "You do," he slurred. His lips were slack and his features wooden. Lynn couldn't wait to see him in true form, eagerly fucking her for all he was worth, screaming with pleasure even as she did. "Good. Now, I want you to go to the bathroom, and wipe your face clean with the panties you find on the toilet tank. Hold them close to your nose, and just start whacking away at that big cock of yours. Remember, you can't cum 'til told so, but that won't stop you from trying. When you awake, you'll remember fantasizing about what just happened, but it won't have been real. Understand?" A confused look crossed his face as his brain slowly processed the information. "Yes," he eventually said, stood, and slumped off to the bathroom. Lynn gave his huge erection a final forlorn look, and nipped off to her own bedroom to change.