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 Title: Mom's Penis Treatment Pt.  02


Summary: A mother and son develop a sexual relationship.


Keywords: inc,fic



   Connie was forced to assess her behavior toward her son this past week.
There was a part of her that felt fearful about what she was doing, that
she was betraying her son as his mother.  This part was her motherly
conscience, and it was losing the argument in her head.  What she wanted
most was to have a sexual relationship with her son.  She knew that.  She
was not, however, going to stop being his mother just because she wanted to
be romantic and physical with him.

   Nick was up and showered by 8:00 sharp.  A full hour earlier than he
normally got up in the summer time.  He dressed in white shorts and a tank
top.  He walked downstairs to the kitchen.  The smell of coffee was in the
air.  He felt great!

   "Hello, Nicky!" Connie had a cup in her hand and two yogurts were
prepared for the two of them sitting on the kitchen table.

   She was also wearing white shorts, only hers were about two sizes too
small.  As she got up to pour Nick some coffee, he could see about one
quarter of her ass cheeks sticking out.  Her round ass jiggled slightly as
she padded barefoot across the kitchen.

   After pouring Nick's cup, she turned and walked back to the table.  Nick
almost gasped aloud when he saw her turn.  She was sporting a camel toe as
well.  The thin white shorts were wedged up into her pussy lips, displaying
the outline of her pussy mound quite prominently.  Nick gulped down a
mouthful of yogurt watching her.

   Connie's tight, pink T-shirt left nothing to the imagination either, as
Nick could easily see her erect, rose-colored nipples coming through the
sheer fabric.  What she was wearing was more akin to lingerie than to a
summer outfit.

   "Wow, Mom!  You look great!" Nick felt his dick surge in response to his
mother's outfit.  It was stiffening and coming alive again.

   "Thank you, Sweetheart!" She was happy to notice that her outfit was
serving its intended purpose.  She was glad Allen was still out of town as
she would never want him to see her dressed like this in front of Nicky.

   "Did you sleep well?" She asked.

   "Not really.  I guess I was pretty worked up when I went to bed last
night." Nick confessed.

   "We should definitely talk about relaxation techniques then." She
finished her yogurt and walked into the kitchen.

   Nick was eating the yogurt Connie prepared for him.  "Sounds good."

   The only thing Nick could think about was when his mom was going to help
him with a better way of jacking off.  The past week was nothing short of
unreal and he had become accustomed to having some sort of physical contact
with his mom multiple times each day.  The last two orgasms he had were the
best in his life, and he wanted more.

   There was something Nick found incredibly erotic about their last
encounter.  He basically jerked off onto his mother.  Bringing himself to
climax for her, then showering her with cum, had been a taboo fantasy of
his for years.  He wondered how far he could continue to push this.

   Connie was just trying to kill time so it wouldn't appear that all she
was thinking about was her son's penis.  It was killing her to go about her
mundane activities when she could be watching her son's sexy body.  It was
all she wanted to do.  To her surprise, she had found Nick's masturbation
demonstration incredibly arousing.  She had never seen someone approach sex
with such determination and focus.  Connie found herself wondering how this
aspect of her son's personality would manifest itself during actual
intercourse.

   Connie had always been what she called "covertly sexual." She routinely
wore sexy clothes around the house and liked to read erotic stories every
now and then.  She was never one to sleep around or have affairs, although
she fantasized about it, especially after discovering Allan's affair with
his assistant.  She very much enjoyed masturbating to erotica when her
husband wasn't home.  Lately, she had been fantasizing about her son's
penis and spending as much time with it as possible.  She hadn't really
thought about how far she was willing to take it, but one thing was sure,
she didn't want to stop looking at it, or touching it!

   Connie and her son busied themselves by cleaning up the kitchen.  Little
did each know that the other was anxiously awaiting an appropriate time
when Connie could lead the much anticipated masturbation "talk."

   "Thanks for the help, Nicky." Connie smiled.

   "Sure!" Nick sat down at the kitchen table where his mom had sat last
night.

   He thought he would go ahead and be the one to broach the subject of
masturbation, but Connie beat him to it.

   "Do you think you're ready to try what we talked about last night? 
Connie felt awkward bringing the subject up, but couldn't wait a moment
longer.

   "Yeah, sure.  Sounds good!" Nick stood up and faced his mom.

   Connie sat down in the chair facing her son.  Her heart was pounding in
her chest, despite her demure demeanor.  Without another word, she reached
out with both hands and hooked her fingers in the waistband of Nick's
shorts.  He just stood there with his hands by his side.  It was almost as
if they had both silently agreed that it was Connie's motherly duty to get
his dick out.  For Connie's part, she couldn't wait to see his cock again.

   Of course, Nick's penis was still hard from seeing his mother's outfit.
When she pulled his shorts down past his thighs, Nick's erection sprung
eagerly up in her face.  There was only some slight discoloration in the
skin that would indicate there had ever been anything wrong with it.

   At first, Connie delicately lifted his penis with her thumb and index
finger, inspecting it.

   "Your penis is looking much, much better!" Connie then fully wrapped her
hand around it and used this occasion to hold his throbbing, hard, thick
piece of meat.  Nick sighed as he watched her small, warm hand try to close
around his shaft.  Her fingers were far from touching and it made Nick's
swollen dick look even bigger.

   She was pretending to examine, but she was actually just holding it and
stroking it in a far more sexual fashion.

   "Thanks, Mom!" He smiled anxiously.

   "Now, last night when I observed how you masturbated, I noticed you were
far too rough on yourself.  You gripped your penis too tightly and stroked
it too violently." She spoke as if she was giving a clinical diagnosis.

   "I did?" Nick was playing along.

   "Why don't you hold your hand out." Connie opened a bottle of commercial
sex lubricant and poured some into her son's hand.

   "Let me guide you as you wrap your hand around your penis."

   Connie placed her open hand under her son's and moved it to his erect
shaft.  As Nick grabbed his dick, his mom's hand was over his.  As he
gripped it, his mom's hand gripped his hand.

   "Let your hand move with mine." Connie was leaning forward enough so
that Nick could see her breasts from the opening at the top of her shirt.
Her eyes were locked on his penis, watching both their hands as they began
the stroking motion together.

   Nick felt his mother's hand move his up, then down along his rock-hard
cock.  She was using his hand to jack him off.  The first thing he thought
was 'she is going too slow.' After this, he noticed a delay in his reaction
to her rhythm.  It was awkward.

   "It's too slow and I don't understand what the point of this is, Mom."
Nick was frustrated.

   Connie had to rethink what it was she was trying to do.  On one hand,
she wanted to help her son.  On the other, she also was in this for her own
sexual gratification.  It was, however, important to her that it didn't
look like she was doing this for herself.  What she really wanted was to
jack him off; to stroke him steadily until he couldn't help but to explode.
And having his cum on her, she wanted nothing more than to sit there, her
face covered with his young, hot cum, but she felt that she couldn't take
those liberties just yet.

   "Okay.  I'm going to show you what I mean."

   She removed her hand from over his and squirted a generous amount of
lubricant into her palm.  She slipped off of the chair, onto her knees on
the kitchen floor before her son, and then gripped his giant dick in her
hand.  Until now, she had never grabbed it with the intention to masturbate
her son.  Her previous efforts were involved with spreading lotion on it
and nursing it back to health, or examining it...nothing as overt as this.
She was crossing yet another line.

   "Slow your strokes down." She suggested, then began demonstrating.

   Connie used the slippery lube to slide up and down his insanely fat
dick. She continued stroking at a slow, deliberate pace.  She smiled,
watching her hand glide.  It made a steady "SCHLICK" sound on his shaft
with each stroke.

   'I love my Nicky's penis.' She thought quietly as she stared blatantly
at her hand jacking him off.

   "Keep stroking it slowly while you think of sexual thoughts." Connie
suggested.  "Are you thinking them now?"

   Nick didn't need to think of sexual thoughts.  His mom was on her knees
in front of him talking to him in a soft, sexy voice and stroking his dick.
Her hand felt incredible.  This wasn't masturbation, it was sex.

   He was so stimulated that he couldn't answer right away.

   "If the lubricant begins to dry out, add more immediately." Connie
demonstrated by taking the bottle in her other hand and dispensing more. 
She liberally applied the lube over her hand and her son's dick.  So much
so that the excess began dripping down onto Nick's balls.

   Connie's languid strokes pleased Nick, but he wasn't used to this pace.
"Mom, you aren't going fast enough, but it does feel very good!"

   "Well, Nicky, we are trying to change your method so you need to focus
and try.  If you keep stroking it the way you were you will develop
abrasions and they will turn to cuts and the whole process will result in
the condition you just recovered from."

   Connie continued to stroke his cock as she spoke to him.  She used one
hand to hold his huge balls that she had largely neglected up to this point
while the other stroked him in a steady, slow rhythm.  His balls were giant
and heavy.  She lifted them up and allowed them to weigh in her palm.  His
skin felt young.  She had forgotten what a young man's skin felt like.

   The room was quiet, except for the steady, wet stroking sound.

   After a few minutes, Connie said "Why don't you try now."

   Nick put some lube on his dick and started pumping furiously.  Connie
still sat on her knees and stuck her chest out for his benefit.

   Nick looked down at his mom and stroked away.  He knew he was going too
fast based upon what she had suggested, but the whole scene was just too
fucking hot for him to handle and he needed to cum.  Badly.  He could feel
his balls aching for relief.

   "Too fast, Nick.  Stop and feel how hot it is getting." His mom grabbed
his hand and stopped his stroking.

   "You're right, Mom.  The shaft is pretty hot and I don't feel as
sensitive as when you were doing it more slowly.  I'm making it numb."

   She pointed out: "Yes, and that actually extends the time in which it
takes to have an orgasm."

   Nick stopped stroking himself and let his arms fall to his sides.  There
was no reason for his mom to keep stroking his cock now, the lesson was
over.  She had demonstrated her point and now there was for all
practicalities no reason for her to continue touching him.  Nick wanted to
see what she would do.

   Without missing a beat, Connie added lube to her own hand and then
started to cover his cock again.  One hand wrapped around his shaft and the
other held his balls.  She began stroking it using the same speed that she
was using before.  This time, Nick was relaxed and he was aware of the
difference between his method and his mom's.  He also realized that his mom
was as into this as much as he was and this turned him on like nothing he
had ever experienced.

   "Focus on what it is that turns you on, Nicky.  Feel your hand stimulate
your foreskin under the tip of your..." her eyes rose to meet her son's,
"cock," she said deliberately, before lowering her gaze back to the task at
hand.  Connie was talking to her son in a sexy voice as she made love to
his cock with her hand.

   "Take your time and relax when you masturbate," she said in a soothing
tone.  "Don't be in a rush.  If you don't have enough time, save it for
later, it will feel more intense if you put it off every now and then."

   All of this sexy advice was really getting to Nick.  Watching his mom
slowly jack him off while she was looking at his cock in her hands, and
dressed so...slutty was really bringing him to the edge.  He loved hearing
the sound of her wet hand on his thick cock.

   Connie was determined to stroke his cock to a slow, mind-blowing orgasm.

   Her strokes were consistent and deep.  She moved her hand up and down
his shaft as she watched her hand cover his young dick.

   "Does that feel good to you, Nicky?" She looked up at him, making eye
contact, smiling.

   Nicky responded "yes," but did not look his mother in the eyes.

   "Look me in the eyes, Nicky," she demanded.

   Their gaze met.  Nick looked into his mother's eyes and saw sexual lust.
He felt a very deep desire that he realized he would probably not get with
any other woman...ever.

   "Oh God, Mom."

   "Yes, baby," she responded.  She felt Nick's cock swell slightly in her
grip.

   Their eyes were locked onto each other.  The sexual energy was powerful
and obvious to both.

   He was beginning to understand the difference between how he jacked off
and the slow, deliberate masturbation technique his mom was using.

   "Oh...  Mom..."

   Connie's pace slowed slightly.  She could tell her son was getting
close. She wanted to prolong the buildup to his climax.  Connie knew that a
slow, tapering buildup would lead to a much longer, more voluminous
ejaculation for her son.  She wanted to see the look on his face as he
experienced the intensity of protracted orgasm at her hands.

   "You like how Mommy's hand feels, Nicky." Connie was excited by the act
of incest that she was engaged in.  She had never in her life been more
turned on than she was at this moment.  The house was silent, save for the
sound of her stroking.  The lighting, the air, the scent of her son, was
all perfect...all so sexually charged.

   As Connie massaged her son's balls, she felt them tighten, pulling up
closer to his body.  She began to feel the skin of his cock tense.  A
familiar trembling started.  She saw it in his knees, felt it in his dick.
It became harder than she'd ever felt it before.

   Connie was thinking about how sexy and delicious his cum tasted from
last night and how she had been thinking about it all morning.  She wanted
more.

   "Give me your cum, Nicky." She opened her mouth and situated it in front
of his cock as she continued to stroke it.

   Nick watched his mom open her mouth.  He saw the strands of spit break
as her lips parted.  Her gaping lips looked soft and red.  Her tongue
looked warm and wet.  He lost it when he saw that his mom wanted him to cum
in her mouth.

   Connie held her mouth open, waiting for her son to fill it with cum. 
She made a faint "aaaaaahhh," as she stuck out her tongue.

   "Oh...oh...fuck!  Mom!" His brain signaled that his orgasm was imminent.
Nick felt his body relent, like water finally coming to a boil.  His climax
fired deep in his core, down in the pit of his stomach.  The pleasure
surged through him more intensely than he'd ever felt before.  He had to
grasp his hands together behind his back to keep from taking charge of his
cock.

   While staring up at her son's shocked face, Connie pumped his cock
slowly.  Nick's body jerked and Connie felt a sharp, warm spray hit in the
back of her mouth.  He was cumming.  She closed her eyes and kept stroking.

   Her son's hot cum streamed right into her mouth with her every stroke.
She gripped the base of his cock and squeezed the shaft tightly.  She felt
each knot of cum work through her tight grip at its base, then pulse up his
shaft before launching out.  Her squeezing pressure forced his delicious
semen to fire even harder into her welcoming mouth.  She continuously
massaged his clenching balls.

   Nick watched as each white burst exploded out of him and disappeared
into his mom's open mouth.  He panted, spurting again and again.  The
pleasure caused him to see stars in his eyes.  He gripped the side of the
table as his knees threatened to buckle.  The combination of his physical
stimulation together with his passionate love for the woman providing him
the stimulation produced a near-crippling climax.

   His orgasm drew on, and seconds seemed to stretch into minutes as he
kept cumming and cumming.

   Connie blinked her eyes open to look up at Nick, feeling her mouth was
nearly full.  She closed her mouth briefly to swallow quickly, taking a
shot of cum on her chin, then opening again.

   'My God, that is so unbelievable,' she thought.  More cum sprayed into
her mouth as she continued to milk her son's thick, hot tool.  She
swallowed the copious amount of fluid and savored the lesser amount as his
orgasm dissipated.

   Nick fell on the chair next to his mom and relaxed, catching his breath.
Connie licked her lips and relished his taste.

   "Oh my God.  Thanks, Mom." He sat in the chair for a few moments silent.
Connie laid her head on his leg as he rested.

   "You really opened up my eyes to what an orgasm could and should be.  I
was doing it wrong." Nick was being sincere.  He had never experienced such
a climax in all his life, although he recognized that most of the reason
was that his mom had caused it and that it wasn't a typical masturbation
experience.

   "I'm glad I was able to teach you a better way.  Hopefully, you won't
have any trouble from now on.  I know I don't have to say this, but it
would be best if we never mentioned this to anyone else." Connie got up and
sat down in a chair across the table from Nick.

   "Of course, Mom." Nick promised.

   "This is just something between you and me and it is nobody else's
business."

   "Absolutely, Mom."

   Nick was excited at the prospect of a continued sexual relationship with
his mom, but didn't know how to go about arranging it.  He had already
exceeded his fantasies and had achieved more than he could ever hope to in
a very short period of time, but he still wanted to fuck her.  He was also
interested in pleasing her.

   After a busy morning, Connie relaxed in the living room and finished a
book she was reading while Nick worked on a paper for his summer class. 
The two came back together and had a nice lunch on the patio.

   Nick helped his mother clear the dishes and the two relaxed in the
living room on the couch and turned on the TV.

   The television was on a channel that had an infomercial about a kitchen
mop.

   Nick sat at the end of the couch.  He was surprised to see his mom lie
down and put her head in his lap.  This, of course caused a slow erection
to build within him.  His cock began to stiffen and rise inside his shorts
next to his mom's head.

   The two continued to watch the infomercial, evidence that each was
thinking about what was happening on the couch and not what was on TV.

   Connie could feel the pulsing in Nick's shorts.  She wanted his cock
again.  Her mind had been stuck on his amazing appendage for the past five
hours since she jacked him off just this morning.  She wasn't sure how to
go about asking for it so she defaulted to her tried-and-true method.

   "Why don't you take your shorts off, Nick.  You look uncomfortable, and
I want to see the condition you are in after this morning." Connie asked in
one of her motherly tones.

   "Yes, that's a good idea, Mom." Nick had his shorts and boxers off
almost instantaneously.

   Lying on her stomach, Connie sat up on her elbows with Nick's cock in
her face.  At this angle, it loomed over her like a tree trunk.  She looked
up at him and moved her hand to his dick.  When she grasped it at the base,
Nick swallowed hard and his cock swelled in her hand.

   Connie began to examine it.  Her face was literally four inches from his
cock.

   "It is looking better, but appears dry in some places." She furrowed her
brow and looked up at him.

   "D...do I need more oil on it?" He stammered.

   "Well, let me see." Connie licked an index finger and smoothed her
saliva over a "dry" part.  Nick's cock throbbed in response, growing harder
at her touch.  She repeated this action on another dry patch of skin.  "It
just needs some moisture."

   Before Nick could respond, Connie stuck her tongue out and gave the side
of his trunk-like shaft a wet lick.  She could feel Nick's body jump
slightly in his seat.  He was not expecting that.

   Connie watched a clear bead of precum ooze from his tip and run in a
thin line down the barrel of his cock.

   "See?  You need moisture.  The shaft was getting dry, Nicky." She began
using her tongue and lips to wet his dick.

   Nick was speechless.  There was no need for words anyway.  His mom was
licking and slathering her saliva all around his rock-hard shaft and he
didn't want to say or do anything that would cause her to stop.  He was
frozen.

   Connie knew how to give a blow job.  She was always an enthusiastic cock
sucker for Allan and she would be even more motivated to perform for her
son, now.

   She let her voice hum and moan ever so softly as she wrapped her tongue
sideways around his cock.  Her head moved as she tongued her way up and
down the entire length of his pole, coating it with her spit.  She knew
that a slippery cock would be easier to swallow.  After moving her mouth
all over his dick, she repositioned herself so she could take his cock
fully into her mouth.

   Connie made a show of planting a full, wet kiss on his dick head.  She
tasted his precum on her lips, then allowed her lips to part around his
thick, stiff tip.

   She stretched her jaw as wide as it would go before moving down on her
son's manhood.  She felt the side of her lips stretch to the cracking point
as her mouth accepted the fat muscle.  "Hmmm." She opened her throat and
took a deep breath in through her nose before forcing herself down and
allowing Nick to penetrate deeper into her throat.

   Once she established a half-way point, and she knew her limits, she
repeated the action only faster and smoother.  Now she was fucking about
half of her son's cock with her mouth.  She swirled her tongue as she
continued to bob.

   "Oh, fuck, Mom!  Oh my God!" Nick repeated to vocalize his shock and
praise of his new appreciation of his mother's skills as he shoved his cock
up to her face where she met his thrusts eagerly.  "You're driving me
crazy! Keep sucking, Mom!"

   Nick was surprised he hadn't cum yet.  If this was his first session of
the day, he wouldn't have lasted five seconds in Connie's hot little mouth.
She was quite the eager cocksucker.

   After a few minutes of wet slurping and head bobbing, the thickness of
Nick's cock began to take its toll.  Connie's jaw was stretched wide open
and by the five-minute mark, it began to ache.  It became very important
for either Nick to cum, or for her to stop.  Luckily, her son did not
disappoint.

   "Ohhh!  Mommm!  Nick called out, look out...I'm coming!"

   Connie felt the heavenly warm blast against the roof of her mouth.  She
moaned, smiling as she felt the thick wad slide down her gullet.  His next
two pulses were sucked out and savored in her mouth as he bucked and
gyrated his hips into her face.  She loved the flavor of her son.  The
taste of his cock, his sweat, his semen, everything.  There was nothing
about Nick that Connie did not love.

   As Nick emptied his balls into his mother's throat, Connie had a
thought: It was now official.  Connie was her son's personal and dedicated
cocksucker.  She smiled at her perverse thought and decided she liked the
idea immensely.

   Nick lie back on the couch and mumbled something unintelligible.

   After taking separate showers, the two relaxed on the patio.

   "What do you have planned for the rest of the day, Mom?"

   "Nothing at all.  Just enjoying having my son at home for the summer!"
She winked.

   "Do you want to go to a movie?" Nick asked.

   "Nicky, are you asking me on a date?" Connie teased.

   "Well, I guess I am!" Would you like to go to the movies with me,
Connie?" Nick teased back.

   "That's a wonderful idea!  Let's see what's playing." Connie got her
phone and checked the local listings.

   "There's a romantic comedy playing and the Cineplex at 3:00.  How's
that?" She suggested.

   "Let's go!" Nick said.

   Connie changed into a blue skirt that was thigh-high and a low-cut white
blouse.  She wore black sandal pumps that accentuated her blue-colored toe
nail polish.

   Nick wore shorts and a collared shirt with sandals.  The two drove
Connie's car the ten minutes it took to get to the movie theater.

   After locking the car, Nick took his mom's hand and acted like she was
his girlfriend.  This thrilled Connie more than she would have ever
thought.

   "Nicky!  What will the neighbors think?  What if we are spotted?" Connie
whispered.

   "Then they will be embarrassed when we tell them that we are on a date,
won't they?  Nick's matter-of-fact response both surprised and excited
Connie.  She looked lovingly upon her son, her lover.

   The three o'clock summer matinee for the romantic comedy Connie selected
was the perfect venue for the giddy couple.  After getting a Diet Coke from
the concession, they sat in the very back row to the far right of the door.
The previews had already started and only one other couple was in the
theater, seated toward the front center.

   Nick couldn't care less about the movie, and neither could his mom.  He
reached over and kissed her full on the mouth.  He was so turned on he
simply could not control himself.  He had wanted to kiss his mother deeply
for years.  He had fantasized about this since he was in his teens.  Now it
was finally happening.  Luckily, the theater they were in was new.  It had
an armrest that moved up and between the seats.  It was like they were on a
love seat or couch.

   Nick couldn't believe how much he enjoyed kissing his mom.  There was
something extremely familiar about the way she kissed.  It could have been
the similarity in her mouth to his, or the approximate amount of saliva
that collected within her mouth, or how passionate she was when she kissed
when she was aroused.  Or the fact that she loved him as much as she did.
Whatever the reason, Nick liked it.  He liked it a lot.  His cock
immediately tented his shorts.

   Connie's heart was beating out of her chest.  Her lust for her son had
been building steadily these past several days and she could not deny
herself this exquisite taste of forbidden fruit.  Her son possessed
everything she was attracted to in a man and she planned to enjoy every
minute of their new relationship.  She quickly became lost in his kiss.

   Nick's body was angled toward his mother as he kissed her wanton lips.
His right arm was caressing her shoulder and neck.  Her mouth was hot and
wet and he was thrilled to notice that she was returning his kiss as
enthusiastically as he was giving it.  The two smashed their lips against
each other.  Their slippery, full lips, strikingly similar in shape and
form, opened and closed over each other.  Nick's cock nearly broke through
his shorts when he felt his mom slip her tongue into his mouth desperately
searching for his own.

   Their saliva had built up to a thick drool and Nick could feel his mom
swallow their spit as it accumulated in their mouths.  They used their
tongues to fuck each other, turning and twisting, thrusting and sucking. 
Connie was so aroused she felt as though she were on another planet, in
another dimension.  She was using her mouth and tongue to deliver a
frenzied, physical message that said 'I love you deeply...  and I want to
fuck you.'

   As their heads twisted and turned and merged into one tangled form, Nick
let his hand wander.  His mom provided the necessary encouragement through
her moans and body language to urge Nick on.  His large hands cupped her
breasts, one after the other, and squeezed the very nipples that he nursed
on for the first several months of his life.  Connie moaned in response.

   She loved his passion, his reciprocating French kiss, his lustful grip
he had on her breast at that very moment.  She felt like, and looked like,
a teenager making out in the movie theater.  She had never been kissed as
Nick was now kissing her.  She had never been held in such a loving
embrace.

   The two kissed and fondled each other, stroking and squeezing until the
final credits rolled across the screen.  The theater lights turned on and
the mother and son looked at each other in shock.

   "Is the movie over already?" Connie asked.  They both broke out in
hysterical laughter.

   Nick escorted his mom out of the theater and back to the car.  He drove
as fast as he dared trying to get home to continue the passion, hopefully
right where he left off.

   There was an anxiety behind his actions that betrayed the fear that he
had that his mom would get cold feet and call the whole thing off in a
last-ditch attempt to be decent and appropriate.

   He had nothing to worry about.  Connie was so wet and sticky she would
have to take a shower when she got home to clean off before she did
anything else.  She just couldn't wait to feel her son inside her.

   The car pulled into the garage and the two lovers exited and ran inside.

   Connie wrapped her arms around Nick and said,

   "I feel like I'm having an affair with my son."

   Nick stopped her in front of the staircase and held her in his arms,
bent down and whispered in her ear: "You are." He then moved to her lips
and gave her a passionate kiss.

   Connie's head was spinning from the romantic turn her afternoon had
taken.  She was shocked, and scared at what was about to happen between her
and her son.  She was also as aroused as she had ever been before and
needed her son desperately.  She needed him next to her, on top of her,
inside of her.

   There was something that felt right about a relationship with her son.
She knew that she wasn't the type to cheat on Allan, even after she caught
him with another woman, it just wasn't in her to make herself available to
another man.  She never once considered her own son as a potential lover.
Now it made perfect sense.  She was extremely attracted to him.  She
already determined beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was sexually
compatible with him and he was emotionally available.  The reality that she
was committing incest with her only child did not in any way deter her from
her feelings, in fact, she derived an intense arousal from it.  As she was
thinking about the prospect of having a relationship with her son, she
caught herself grinning and realized that she was romantically and sexually
happy.  She hadn't been happy in years.

   She went upstairs to shower under luxuriously hot water.  Washing away
her day of wetness, which had resulted in her becoming quite sticky.  She
dried herself, applied some make up, a touch of perfume, and got into bed,
not knowing at all what to expect from one moment to the next.  This was a
new feeling, a new situation she was in.  She had two nights left with her
son before Allan returned and she hoped to use her time wisely.

   She heard Nick's heavy steps as he walked near her room through the
hallway.  Her pussy became wet again.  Her nipples painfully erect.

   "Mom?"

   "In my room, Nicky."

   Connie was embarrassed that her intentions were so obvious.  What she
had in mind was anything but subtle, and anything from being the mother
that she had been for her son since she gave birth to him a little over
nineteen years ago.  She was a hot, turned-on forty-year-old woman with
sexual needs that could make a porn star blush.  She was ready.  She wanted
her Nick.

   Nick heard the shower turn on in his mom's bathroom and decided to take
a quick one while his mother was taking hers.  He took the chance of
remaining totally naked after he dried himself off.  His cock was hard and
bounced up and down as he proceeded to his parent's master bedroom where he
hoped he would have sex with his mom.

   Nick's cock stood at attention as he took in the view of his mom as she
lay in her bed.

   He reached down to stroke himself and she sat up, covering her breasts
with the sheets.

   "What are you waiting for?  Get in here!" Connie smiled.

   She might regret what was about to happen, and what had happened these
past few days, but right now, there was nothing she wanted more in this
world than to feel her son's body on her; her skin on his.

   She watched with anticipation as he approached her bed stroking his fat
wad of a cock.  It was such a sexy sight.  Nick peeled the sheet away and
straddled his mother as she lay there awaiting his attention.

   Connie cooed as she felt the weight of her son on her as he adjusted his
position.  The two embraced and began kissing softly.  Connie's lips were
quivering.  Nick felt her hot breath on his face and her moist mouth slip
and slide over his eager lips.  They both moaned as any loving couple would
do as they explored each other's naked bodies.  Connie soon grabbed her
son's cock and began stroking it as it rested to the side of her waist. 
She couldn't wait to finally feel it in her pussy.  After an entire week of
being preoccupied with this extraordinary specimen of a penis, she would
finally feel it within her body.

   And her body was ready.  Despite her fresh shower, she could already
feel her pussy throbbing between her legs, hot and wet.  She even felt a
trickle of her wetness seep out and run down the inside of her butt cheek.
She wondered if she had ever been so excited.  No, not even on her wedding
night.  This was new.

   Nick was trembling with anticipation.  Eight days ago he would never
have guessed that he and his mom would become lovers in such a short span
of time.  His passion for her was unfamiliar to him.  He had always loved
his mom, always cared for her, obeyed her, cherished her.  As perverse as
some may believe their current relationship to be, it simply felt right to
him.  No shame, no guilt, no remorse, just love; a passionate, physical
love as well as the emotional familial love that a son has for his mother.

   Nick's left arm reached around Connie's neck and drew her closer as his
right fondled and caressed her breasts, waist, and thighs.  He felt his
mother's nipples, her wet pussy, the curve of the arch of her lower back as
he ran his hand all over body.  Their tongues flicked and twisted within
their kiss.  Lips circling each other, then finally parting.

   Nick looked into his mother's eyes and she returned the deep stare, the
look of love shown in her eyes.  He shifted his hips in line with hers. 
His cock fell against the mound of her pussy and he pulled back slightly,
positioning his cock at her entrance.  He felt warm wetness on his dick
head.  Without speaking and without breaking his stare, he entered her. 
Slowly, purposefully.  There was no resistance.  Connie's slippery-wet
pussy lips parted for her son, then stretched wide to accept his girth.

   Connie grabbed her son's torso and pulled him close.  She gripped him as
if hanging on for dear life.  She wanted him deep within her immediately,
but had to slow this urge in order to adjust to Nick's expansive penis.

   "Umm...baby...yes, Nick.  Come to Mommy, Nicky." She moaned in a deeper,
sexier voice than Nick was accustomed to.  Connie was delirious with
pleasure as her vaginal walls spread wide as her son's cock entered her for
the first time...

   "Oh, Mom...this is amazing!  I've never felt like this before." He
whispered.  Nick had filled his mom with his cock and was now simply
letting it reside within her womb as he resumed kissing her.

   Connie broke off and held her son's face in her hands, looking deep into
his eyes and said, "I love you."

   Nick pressed his cock deeper into his mom's pussy and began slowly
drawing the obscenely thick member in and out of her.  His pace was slow,
but building speed and increasing force with every few repetitions.

   "I love you, Mom." He confessed.

   The bed began squeaking.  Within about ten minutes he was fucking her
hard, fast, and deep.

   Nick's parents' king-sized bed was slamming into the back wall of their
bedroom in a rhythm that could be heard from outside the home, were anyone
there to hear it.  Nick slammed into his mother as if his life depended on
fucking her.  His heavy balls made a slapping sound each time he filled her
with his dick.

   Connie thrust her hips to meet her son as he fucked her.  Her clit
swollen and sensitive, it grazed the base of his shaft until she exploded
without warning.

   "Nick!  Oh god!  Oh god!  Oh god!  Nicky!" She shrieked.  Her eyes
rolled back in her head as she threw her head back.

   Her orgasm sent electrical jolts throughout her body.  She clamped her
pussy onto his glorious cock and grabbed his body with both her arms and
legs trying desperately to keep the orgasm alive and pulsing through her
wanton body for as long as humanly possible.  After only a few more
thrusts, Nick was pumping his mother full of semen.  His moans were as loud
as his voice had ever sounded in his home.  His head pulled back and the
animal was released.  He fucked his mom hard, harder than she had ever been
fucked.  Sweat pouring off of his face and onto his mother's neck.  He
collapsed in a heap on top of Connie, breathing heavily.  He kept his cock
in her pussy as they recovered for round two.

   Through the evening and during the next day, the couple made love in the
shower, then on the dining room table, in the garage, the foyer, and
finally, about an hour before Connie's husband and Nick's father Allan came
home, on the bed that he would be sleeping in that very night.

   The rest of the next day was spent cleaning the house of anything sexual
that may reveal the activities of the previous week.  As they picked up and
cleaned (and fucked several times), Connie and Nick discussed the future.

   It was agreed that Nick would adjust his college schedule to make
himself more available for his mom, for their relationship.  Connie would
begin seeking the advice of an attorney to prepare for divorce.  They
decided that they would eventually live together while Nick would keep a
cheap, second apartment for show.  They felt they had a decent plan as they
moved forward with their relationship.

   "Hello?  Anybody home?" Allan roared as he hauled his suitcase in from
the garage.

   "Hi Honey." Connie gave her husband a polite smile and a peck on the
cheek.

   "Did everything go all right while I was away?" He asked as he poured
himself a scotch.

   "Oh yes, just fine.  Nick filled in for you dear.  He was a real
man-of-the-house." Connie enjoyed the innuendo.

   "That's great!  He's going to come in handy around here this summer."
Allan smiled.

   "He sure is, Dear.  He wants to move closer to home and commute to
school next semester, so he will be able to help out around here more
often, you know, when you're out of town."

   Connie beamed.  In her hand was the bank statement from the last billing
period.  She had discovered this as she was cleaning with Nick.

   "Allan?  I'm curious, what was the $110 florist purchase from last
month? I don't recall receiving any flowers."

   "Oh.  Uh.  Yes, Connie, I sent flowers to a client...they had a father
who died." Allan stammered.

   'He always was a terrible liar,' she thought, 'that bastard.'

   Connie hoped Allan was as happy with his lover as she was with hers.

   "Nicky and I are going to a movie.  We will be out late."

   "Okay, dear.  I will need to go to the office for a couple of hours."
Allan replied.

   Connie closed the door behind her and sauntered down the stairs and into
Nick's awaiting arms.

   "Where are we going, Mom?"

   "We haven't fucked in a car yet." She whispered.

   Nick smiled and opened the door for his mom.  "I brought the oil."

   The End.

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