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 Eyes Wide Shut

   Chapter 01

   It had been 35 days, 1 hour and 3 minutes.  Harry had been dead for that
long.  Wiped out as a smear of blood, bone and flesh on the M25 on his way
to work.  The fact that the driver of the lorry that crossed the central
reservation had died of a heart attack before his vehicle ploughed into
Harry's Range Rover Evoque was of little comfort to Jess, his wife of 16
years and mother to Scott, their 17 year old son.

   She sat in her light robe in the kitchen, past the tearful stage but
still, very much, in the numb, uncomprehending, what do I do next stage? 
Still very much in the `I miss his face, laugh, smell, ...  err ...  cock
...  tongue ...' stage.  No!  She must not think those sorts of thoughts.
Harry's memory was worth more than the feel of his large cock burying into
her wet pussy ...  or wetter mouth ...or even ....  her ....  tight .... 
arse!  God, he fucked her arse so well!  No!  She must not think about
that, but she did miss his body against hers, just cuddling, touching,
holding hands, kissing ....  fucking ....

   "Mum!  Where is my football gear?"

   "Sorry, what did you say, Scott?" she asked her tall, broad shouldered
son, the dead spit image of his father, just taller and broader.

   "Hellooo, earth to Mum!  Where is my football gear, I've got a match
after school tonight"

   "It will be where ever you left it, the last time you played.  At the
bottom of your sport's bag I expect"

   "What?  You haven't washed it!" he whinged.

   "I'm sorry but you may have noticed that I've been a little bit
preoccupied lately, what with one small thing and another.  Small, like
your father being killed and the like!"

   Scott's face fell and he looked at his mother so small and vulnerable on
the stool by the breakfast bar.  He went over to her and wrapped his arms
around her.  He was already nearly a foot taller than her and towered over
her petite 5 foot 3 frame as his arms swallowed her up for a cuddle.

   "Oh, mum, I'm so sorry, mum.  I'm so sorry!" He felt her start to sob,
so lifted her up and sat down on the stool with her sitting in his lap so
he could comfort her properly.  She felt strangely like a small girl in her
father's arms at this point, roles reversed, he the parent and she the
daughter.  She sobbed into his broad chest which, she noticed, was bare. 
He smelt just like Harry and the feel of his chest and arms around her was
like Harry was holding her.  His smell ...  she breathed deeply ...  just
savouring his freshly showered aroma.  Just like his father.  Her pheromone
detectors kicked in and she could feel her pussy start to get wet!  Oh,
Harry, she breathed, I want you so badly and without thinking she closed
her eyes, relaxed into his embrace, wriggled her arse down on his lap and
started to trace little butterfly kisses along his bare shoulder towards
his neck.

   Scott was mortified by his crass stupidity but was startled by his
mother's change in demeanour.  His mum felt light on his lap but her
wriggling was starting to have unfortunate consequences and he tried to
lift her a little so she wouldn't feel it.  He only had a towel on after
his shower and was worried that his cock would spring out of the gap.  God,
he'd be even more embarrassed and his mother would have a cow!  The effect
on his cock was quite remarkable as he'd never really thought about his mum
sexually.  Yes, she was hot, gorgeous even.  All his mates thought she was
a real babe, a MILF, and told him so especially compared to most of their
mums.  He'd never spied on her in the nude or anything like that or jerked
off at the thought of her.  She had long black hair, smallish but firm
breasts, a taught bum from all the Pilates she did and lovely almond eyes
betraying her Thai heritage from her grandmother.

   "Oh, Harry", she breathed as she continued kissing up his neck until she
nibbled his ear lobe, squirming all the time on the hardening cock she felt
beneath her.

   Scott, was now mortified for a different reason and his thoughts were
running riot.  "She thinks I'm dad!  She must be having a bit of a
breakdown.  What the fuck do I do now?  If I stop her, she'll wake up and
realise what she's been doing and be incredibly embarrassed.  I'll have to
try and stop her and bring her down gently by playing Dad for a bit."

   Well that seemed logical to a 17 year old!

   Jess, her eyes still closed, continued to kiss Harry's neck revelling in
his smell and the feel of his arms and body against hers.  She traced more
kisses along his firm jaw line pulling his head down so that she could kiss
him, hard!  Normally his mouth would have been wide open ready to receive
her tongue and ready to penetrate her own mouth with his.  Not this morning
however, he was strangely chaste and she had to force her tongue past his
lips and teeth.

   Scott was really struggling to keep his cool.  His mum was trying to
tongue him!  He'd done it with a few girls before but this was something
else altogether and the feel of her tongue in his mouth was an incredible
turn-on.  He could not help but respond and the inexperienced boy started
to copy her tongue movements himself.  Unfortunately this caused Jess to
moan and wriggle even more on his lap, hardening his cock still further. 
He had to stop this!

   After the slow start the passion from Harry's kiss was so arousing that
Jess wanted more.  She could feel his cock beneath her but wanted to touch
it and have him touch her tits, arse pussy, anywhere!  Usually, his hands
would have been all over her, why was he teasing her when she needed him so
badly?  Taking one arm from round the back of his head she pulled the gap
of her robe open at the top and captured his left hand and brought his hand
to her right breast and forced him to stroke the hard nipple and moaned
into his mouth as he did so.

   The feel of his hand on her breast was incredible.  Scott had never
touched a naked one before as a few quick feels through the clothes of
Marcia Johnson was as far as he had got.  Her B Cup breast with large
nipple and small areola felt warm, firm and wonderful in his palm.  She was
making him stroke her nipple with her own hand on his and his fingers
naturally spread to caress it between middle and index finger.  Her moaning
increased as he did so and she removed her hand to pull him tighter into
the tonsil bashing kiss but his own hand kept moving without her prompting.
No!  No!  No!  As good as this was starting to feel it was not right. 
Well, it felt too right, actually!  He could feel his cock pressed up
against her arse crack and her movements were massaging it too massive
hardness and size.  He would come if he didn't stop her.  Anyway, his
wonderful mum was vulnerable, not aware of what she was doing.  This needed
to end right now!  Thinking of what his father might have said in the
circumstances he pulled his mouth from hers, noting that eyes were still
closed and said, in a passable imitation of his dad.

   "Jess, darling I have to go to work, I haven't got time for this, lovely
as you are and the feel of you boob in my hand"

   "Oh, Harry, you spoilsport!  Are you sure, I'm so horny, just a quick
fuck, we haven't done it for weeks."

   "No, woman, I've got to go.  The M25 will be a nightmare as it is"

   "Well, can I have a rain check for tonight?  You'll fuck me with that
big cock yours as soon as you get home, won't you, please.  I need your
cock inside me"

   "Errr ....  Of course, darling, first thing when I get home ...  err ...
I'll fuck the arse of you"

   "Oh, I can't wait I might just have to play with myself all day as I
think about your cock fucking me when you get back"

   Scott almost came on the spot as a vision of her playing with her pussy
jumped into his mind.  He stood up with Jess still cradled in his arms and
placed her gently back on the stool and she moaned petulantly.

   "Harry, let me give you a quick kiss to remember me by."

   Scott started to lean forward but that was not the type of kiss that
Jess was thinking about.  Still with her eyes closed she reached forward
and pulled the towel apart and grasped his large cock with her small hand
using it to pull him towards her.  She ran her hand down to gently cup his
balls, bent her head and sucked the head of his cock into her ovalled mouth
causing him to hiss in delight.  His cock had never entered anything before
and the feeling of her warm, wet, sucking mouth was wonderful and he forgot
that he was trying to get away from her and his hips started to thrust
involuntarily.  He looked down and saw that her other hand had dropped to
her groin and he could see the top of her open wet, pussy lips and her
fingers strumming her clit as she moaned around his cock.  This, and the
sight of her bobbing head and the feel of her lips and tongue was too much
for his over stimulated cock and he thrust forward deeply into her mouth
and came and came and came in great pulsing jets of come with a strangled
cry of lust.

   She swallowed greedily, moaning happily around his pulsing penis as
Harry pumped her mouth.  His come tasted different this morning and
certainly his cock felt bigger and harder than usual but she wasn't
complaining.  Her own body responded with a mini orgasm which was cut short
as Harry's cock was pulled from her mouth.  She sighed thinking he must
really be in a hurry if he didn't want to hang around for her to clean his
softening dick with her tongue.

   Scott staggered away and ran from the room.  He'd come in his mum's
mouth she would go ape shit.  How could he ever apologise.  But fuck!  What
a feeling!  He would never be able to jerk off in future without thinking
about his cock in his mum's mouth.

   Jess, awoke from the reverie and noticed that her gown was open and
wrapped it tight around her as she couldn't let Scott see her like this,
he'll be embarrassed poor lad.  God, she'd enjoyed the dream of sucking
Harry's cock but he was gone and she'd never do it again.  She was
surprised to see and feel her pussy was so wet but she assumed it was a
result of the dream.  She felt something on her cheek and scraped it off
and absentmindedly sucked the finger.  It tasted of something familiar but
she couldn't quite place it.  She looked at the clock and jumped up.  Scott
would be late for school if he didn't get going.

   "Scott, get your arse in gear, you will be late for school."

   After a couple of minutes he came cautiously down the stairs searching
her face for any clue as to how angry or embarrassed she was, but saw
nothing.  He felt like he had to say something.

   "Are you ok mum, I'm sorry and all that I didn't mean it to happen but
things got out of hand."

   She looked puzzled, not really understanding what he was talking about.

   "That's ok, darling, I'm just a bit over sensitive at the moment and
sometimes you need to think more before you say stuff."

   Now it was his turn to look puzzled.  She either really had blanked it
from her mind or was trying to pretend like nothing had happened so he
decided to get out while she was still a forgiving mood.

   "Ok, I'm out of here, see you later, I'll be late as I've got the
match." and bent forward to kiss her.  Instead of kissing her cheek he
kissed her full on the lips and tried to open hers with his tongue. 
Shocked, she pushed him away.

   "Whaaat?  What are you doing, don't do that to me!  I'm your mother; try
it on some slut at school."

   He looked shocked now.

   "But, but I thought you liked it!"

   The look of incomprehension on her face was even greater now.

   "Like it?  Yes, I do but you're my son, it's just not right.  Now get to
school."