Justin sat back on the toilet, his hand wrapped around the thick shaft
of his meaty cock, beating it for all he was worth. An open bottle of
baby oil stood on the sink beside him, and his dick glistened wetly
while slick, obscene noises filled the little room.

"Ohhh, fuck yeah," he hissed. "Take it in your mouth, suck my cock."
Lynn's panties muffled his voice as he held them to his nose, inhaling
deeply. More importantly, an old Victoria's Secret catalogue sat
splayed on the floor, unused.

His mom squatted outside the door, peeking in through the keyhole,
vigorously rubbing her sopping wet pussy as she watched her son jack
his gloriously big dick while sniffing her panties. I'll suck that
pole for you baby, she thought to herself, remembering the sweet
taste of his virgin meat in her mouth. Mommy will swallow that big,
hard cock of yours any time you ask, honey. Just wait a little longer.
Mommy's got to make sure that it's her you want.

Justin grunted with effort as he jacked harder, trying to reach the
orgasm that was at his fingertips, yet a world away. His bloated
nutsack slapped loudly against the hairy flesh of his thighs while he
pumped away with both hands, now, holding his mother's panties between
his teeth.

Smiling impishly, Lynn knocked on the bathroom door. "Are you okay in
there, hon?" Through the keyhole, she saw him freeze, a look of terror
on his face. Letting the sodden panties fall out of his mouth, Justin
coughed.

"I-I'm fine, mom. Just, just a little busy is all."

"Oh, 'busy,' eh?" She chuckled softly. "Do you remember when you were
a little boy, and you used to cum with me everywhere?" His dick
throbbed visibly at the word "cum", and a new dollop of precum rolled
down the thick shaft. His left hand began to stroke slowly,
stealthily, as though he were afraid she'd hear him. "Anything I'd do,
anywhere I'd go, you'd always ask if you could cum." She hummed
that last "m". "'Oh mommy, mommy, please let me cum," she said
in mockingly juvenile tones. "Sometimes I'd tease you, and make you
beg to come, just to know that you still wanted to be with your mommy," Lynn watched him fuck his fist, and smiled. "And when I
finally let you cum, you'd be the happiest little boy in the
world, you loved cumming with mommy sooo much. Anyway, I was
wondering if you wanted to cum with me to the mall tomorrow,
okay? Do you want that, Justin? Do you want to cum? You can
if you want to," No sooner had the words "you can" left her lips than
Justin grunted once, loudly, and a great plume of semen erupted from
his cock, coating his fist, and his t-shirt, splattering his neck. In an effort to keep his spurting dick under control, he wrapped the head
in the first item that came to hand - Lynn's own panties.

Laughing silently to herself, she stood, and knocked on the door again.
"Are you sure you're okay?" She asked. "You don't sound so good."

"I'm okay," he said in strained tones. "Honest. J-just workin' hard
in here is all."

"All right then, sweetie. I'll meet you back on the couch." She
sauntered away from the door, replaying the image of his powerful
teenaged rod, blowing its load, imagining it doing the same within the
hot, tight confines of her cunt.

Several minutes later, Justin emerged, looking somewhat bedraggled, and
short of breath. His clothing was rumpled, and the front of his shirt
showed signs of having been wiped off hastily with a wet cloth. His
right hand was clenching something in his pocket.

"Are you sure you're okay, honey? You look kinda flushed. C'mere, so
I can see if you're running a temperature."

"N-no, I'm just kinda tired, I guess. I think I'll just go to bed,
okay?"

"Are you sure?" Lynn asked, sitting up and looking back at her son
with a feigned look of concern. "I was hoping we could spend the
evening together, find something fun to do." She turned, and
knelt on the couch, propping herself up on the back. Miles of tanned,
smooth flesh were revealed by the white tube-top she wore; the clingy
cotton stretched tightly over her firm handfuls of titflesh, distorting
the bespangled legend "Flirt" in a most attractive fashion.

Justin stared at her cleavage for a full ten seconds, closed his eyes,
sighed. "No. I mean, yes. I mean, I'm sure. I really have to
get to bed."

"Hard day?" She pouted.

He gave his mom a stricken look. "Something like that, yeah."

"Well, come here and give me a good-night kiss, then." She extended
her arms, as though expecting a hug. Reluctantly, he shuffled over,
wanting nothing more than to conceal the newly growing arousal in his
pants.

As Lynn had guessed, her position on the couch had put her head roughly
on a level with Justin's crotch. From this distance, she could clearly
detect the aroma of his recent ejaculation, and it made her mouth
water. While she sampled the scent of his cock, he was scanning the
wide expanse of her back left open by the tiny tube top. Following the
sinuous line of Lynne's back down to her luscious butt, he found that
the only other thing she was wearing were a pair of baby-blue boy
shorts that hugged her delightfully round ass cheeks in soft, paper-
thin cotton. The word "Sweet" was emblazoned across those curves in
white.

"See something you like?" Lynn asked coyly. Justin recoiled in shock.

"No! What? No. I was just, ah, thinking."

"Well, either think down here with me," her hand began caressing his. "Or kiss your old mom goodnight, and do it in your room."

Lynne watched her son blink, the struggle and confusion on his face
evident. A great surge of love and compassion welled up in her, and
she decided to make it easy on him.

"Oh, go, will you? I was only kidding." She patted his hand. Relief
flooded his features. He bent, kissed her on the cheek, and fairly ran
from the room.

"Have fun!" She called out after him. "And don't forget to light your
incense before you go to sleep!"

"I won't," he shouted down the stairs.

While the object of her affections stumped off to his room, Lynn sat
down again, and began to think. Things were definitely progressing,
yes. Justin was definitely looking at his "old mom" in a new light.
But he kept running up against that old conscience of his; maybe
rewriting the sexual mores civilization had set down eons ago was too
much to expect from a little incense and some slutty clothes. Or maybe
she had to take a more hands-on approach. And why had she had the
uncontrollable urge to take the panties out of his pocket, and embarass
him? She definitely wasn't looking to make him feel bad. Quite the
opposite. But he did look fuckably delicious when he blushed like
that. Spreading her long legs wide, Lynn began frigging her juicy
little quim again, thinking of how magnificent his cock looked when he
came.

* * *

Many delightfully tingly orgasms later, Lynn wobbled naked into
Justin's room on unsteady legs. He lay there, asleep, prostate, sheets
kicked off his lithe swimmer's body, cock standing powerful, erect,
manly. If her pussy could make noise, it would have growled hungrily.

Sauntering towards the bed, she called out his name.

"Justin? Justin, honey? Can you hear me?"

"Yes, momm," he slurred. His cock pulsed, and a gob of precum flowed
down the shaft.

"How was your day, sweetheart? Did you find the woman with that
wonderful perfume?" She climbed onto his bed, straddling her boy's
slim form.

"Yessss," he hissed.

"Do you remember who that was? The woman whose scent makes you feel so
seduced, so wonderfully sexy?"

"Yes," Justin moaned as Lynn rubbed his glans against the hot, dripping
lips of her cunt.

"Who was that, honey? Who makes you feel hornier than anyone? Who
makes your cock harder than steel? Who's the only one that can make
you cum?" The throbbing head of his dick slid easily between the
grasping folds of her pussy.

"You do! Mom, you do!" Justin's hips jerked upwards, trying to
penetrate slippery heat he felt sucking his knob.

"Goood boy!" She enthused, slowly impaling her pussy on his dick.
"Now honey, I'm going to ask you to open your eyes in a minute; when
you do, you may see something shocking, but I want you to remember that
it's just a dream. A wonderful, sexy, horny dream, but just a dream
nonetheless. And when you wake up in the morning, you'll remember this
dream, and how hot it made you, how hot I made you." Feeling the backs
of her firm thighs touch base with his hairy hips, she sat back and
began to slowly rock, grinding his cock against her pubic bone. Using
one hand to stabilize herself, Lynn reached back and started playing
with her son's bloated scrotum. "Now," she said quietly. "Open your
eyes."

His eyelids rolled up, and for a moment he stared, unfocussed, off into
space. Seconds later, they zeroed in on the slender form quietly
fucking his formerly virgin cock.

"Oh, god honey, that's it, fuck mommy's pussy," Lynn groaned
theatrically, picking up the pace. "Mmmm, fuck yeah... I just
love your big, young, cock! You fill mommy up soo goood, baby."
Justin's instincts began to kick in, and suddenly, his hands gripped
her hips tight, and he started to pump his own mom with his steely
cock. "Oh, shit yeah!" She shouted as she felt her boy's dick ramming
her tight cunt with all the force and speed that only a teenager could
muster. "Aren't you glad now that I seduced you, honey? Aren't you
glad that you gave up those silly ethics that told you this was
wrong? I'm making you happier, hornier, than any little girl ever
could!"

"Yes mom, yes mom, yes mom," came the panting mantra from Justin.

"Good boy!" She shouted, fucking back at the pounding, panting form
beneath her. "Now, I want you to remember this... I want you to
remember how good it feels to fuck your mommy, how good it feels to
just let me win, to let me seduce you, to melt all those silly
inhibitions away... can you do that honey?"

"Yes mommy, yes! Seduce me! Please! I always want to feel like
this!"

"That's mommy's little boy. Now, fuck me honey, fuck me for all you're
worth! Because mother knows best!"

Double cries of passion and, eventually, orgasm, rebounded off the
walls of Justin's small room, and oustide, to startle passerby.

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