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A Mother's Dilemma
by Solrac (fast_sol@yahoo.com)

***

When push comes to shove, what's a Mother to do? (F/m-
teen, reluc, inc)

***

"Chris... CHRIS!"

Karen tightened her lips and went up the steps hurrying 
to Chris' room.

Chris rolled over and eyed the LED on his clock moaning 
at the time. He stretched and pushed himself out of 
bed. With the virtually permanent erection of a 
teenager bouncing and leading the way he dashed for the 
bathroom. 

Chris Micheals had developed slowly, was even held back 
and started school a year later. Now as a senior his 
body was just beginning to catch up to his age. His 
life was suddenly full of the typical teenage 
adventures, problems and hormones that should have 
passed years earlier. His mind was pretty much consumed 
with one thought.

As he turned at the corner of his door he ran headlong 
into his Mother, grabbing her to keep them from 
falling. His erection was almost painfully and 
certainly conspicuously thrust between them.

"Dammit Chris!" Karen yelled.

Chris held her as they struggled to keep their balance.

"Jeez, sorry, mom, I was just trying to hurry, I know, 
I'm late." He braced himself for her angry reply.

"Chris, I've been yelling for you to get up for fifteen 
minutes. And watch where you're going with that thing," 
Karen snapped as she glanced down at the front of his 
pajama bottoms.

She immediately blushed realizing what she had said and 
was further embarrassed by looking down at the tented 
front of his pajamas. Quickly looking back up she seen 
the startled look on his face.

Karen threw her hands up stepping back, "I'm sorry 
Chris, I'm sorry. I've just had a lot of things on my 
mind and we're both running late. Next time just... 
just be more careful and watch where you're going. If 
you would get up on time you wouldn't be in such a 
rush." 

She turned away but Chris saw her cheeks were flushed 
with anger or embarrassment, or both. The acute sexual 
nature of the contact wasn't lost to either of them.

"Ok mom, next time I'll watch where I'm... going," he 
retorted. "With this thing," he added to his thoughts.

He had been startled at her anger but even more so at 
his nervy reply. "Now why in the hell had he opened his 
big mouth and said something so stupid. He was only 
going to make it worse."

Karen didn't respond, she only looked back at him out 
of the corner of her eye. They got through breakfast 
with quick goodbyes and Chris hurried out the door to 
school.

Karen Micheals was a Realtor with a large commercial 
property firm. At thirty-nine Karen was still very good 
looking and considered quite a successful woman. 
Commercial property was male dominated and it was a 
struggle to find acceptance and succeed. She had to go 
in early today and was already dressed in her typical 
business attire, tight dark blue skirt about three 
inches above the knees and white pearl buttoned blouse, 
two buttons open, a hint of cleavage. She learned 
quickly that the aura of sex sold and she used it, 
sparingly but wisely, and never socialized. The week 
was going to be a crazy one but it was going to be 
doing what she really enjoyed, negotiating commercial 
property contracts. 

Karen quickly finished cleaning up from breakfast. She 
paused and laughed at herself. The not so subtle 
impression of Chris against her, well it had been quite 
awhile since she had felt something quite like that. 
She could still feel it. Karen wistfully remembered 
dancing with her husband, the outline of him pressed 
tightly against her in much the same fashion. Her ex-
husband, Thomas, was a lawyer and spent too much time 
on his practice. 

Karen wondered if that had been an excuse for her to 
spend more time driving herself up the corporate 
ladder. They just seemed to pass in the night and that 
hadn't been often enough to save their marriage. It 
wasn't always like that. There were times she ached for 
those intimate moments that they had. Like those little 
moments when she could feel the hard length of him 
pressed tightly against her, knowing he wanted her, 
that she could make him desire her. 

Sighing to herself she considered, "Oh well, there was 
always her big pillow. But it still didn't take the 
place of," and her face flushed warm again as she 
remembered Chris against her. She chided herself for 
the thought, scolded herself for her sharp words 
remembering his brusque reply. "Well, he'll get over 
it."

Grabbing her briefcase she rushed out to work.

Chris had never considered his mom in a sexual manner. 
Well, he remembered thinking it was pretty cool 
checking out her panties and bra in the clothes hamper 
once or twice. Although he had never really thought 
sexually about her before, nor other girls for that 
matter, Pandora's box had been opened and now his 
interest was piqued. At the end of the day, while 
walking home, he was unable to remember a single thing 
that had occurred. The whole day at school was a total 
blank, but he could vividly remember the feeling of his 
erection pressed tightly against his mom this morning.

Walking into the house he didn't expect his mom for a 
couple hours. They rarely ate before six and then often 
ate carryout as her work left little time for cooking. 
He threw his books on the bed and thought about what to 
do.

Chris slipped into his Mom's room and looked around. 
Moving to her dresser, he slid open the top right 
drawer. His fingers slipped over the smooth nylon and 
cotton material of her panties. Holding a pair up Chris 
tried to picture his mom wearing them. "Damn," he 
mumbled, eyes closed as his imagination pictured her in 
the next logical and provocative picture. Chris 
carefully laid the panties back in the drawer and 
closed it.

He started to turn away, then opened several others. In 
the top left her toy lay in back behind her hose and 
socks. He stared agape at the smooth life like latex. 
Holding it in his hand, suddenly realizing where it had 
been, the image of his mom with it burned into his 
mind. He carefully laid it back in the drawer and 
picked up a little bottle of lubricant. It had been 
opened so he knew she had used it.

Closing the drawer, pausing, he reopened it to remember 
exactly how everything lay. Heart pounding, he went 
back to his room, quickly undressed and went to his 
favorite place, the shower, to relieve the tremendous 
erection he now had.

Karen came home with some supper and they sat quietly 
eating. She asked about school and his plans for the 
summer. Chris watched her, his glances no longer the 
innocent ones of the days before. He had never really 
noticed the smooth curve of her hips or the softness of 
her thighs as her skirt rode higher when she sat at the 
table. Never noticed the bounce or shake of her ass as 
she walked across the room or stood at the sink washing 
dishes. As she stretched and her breasts pressed 
tightly against her blouse he stared wishing he could 
see the outline of her nipple.

Later after their evening baths he could barely keep 
his eyes from the impressions her breasts were making 
through the robe and blatantly gazed as it fell open 
for a moment and her nipples were clearly outlined 
through her old nightshirt.

That night he did something he would have never dreamed 
of. With his eyes closed and his hand moving smoothly 
over his hard aching cock, he thought of his Mom, of 
the feel of his cock against her that morning. As he 
came in almost painful spurts, her image raced through 
his mind...

The next morning they passed in the hall as she walked 
to her room still in her night clothes and robe. He 
made an exaggerated move aside giving her room. Chris 
tortured himself with thoughts of the previous morning. 
He knew she only slept in a "T" and panties or a teddy 
and that would be all she had on under her robe.

Chris sat at the kitchen table and watched Karen wash 
the plates and cups. Her skirt would lightly fold and 
crease over smooth rounded hips as she moved. A silent 
vow was taken that somehow he would find a way to do it 
again. 

Karen had noticed that Chris was unusually quiet this 
morning. The reason suddenly came to her. She 
remembered the hallway passing the day before and then 
this morning. Sitting down across from him and looking 
over her coffee she asked with a tiny smirk, "Well, I 
see you're on time this morning? I didn't have to come 
wake you."

He blushed, mumbling, "Uh... yeah Mom, I guess not." 
Then seeing the look on her face and realizing she was 
kidding with him, looked her deliberately in the eye 
and added, "Tomorrow, maybe you'll have to come wake me 
tomorrow." 

It was Karen's turn to blush as she looked away. "Good 
God, Karen, what kind of a thought is that. You're 
feeling neglected because your own son didn't press his 
dick against your tummy again?" She shook off such an 
image, got up and grabbed her briefcase and purse.

"Chris honey, it's another early day for me. Could 
you... please..." as her hand paused over the table.

"Yeah, sure mom, I'll clean the table off before I 
leave."

"You're an angel." she said as she kissed him on the 
cheek and quickly rushed out of the house.

It had been a frantic day at work for Karen and she was 
tired. Her head was pounding and she bathed and threw 
on her nightshirt and panties. It was still early as 
she walked into the living room where Chris was 
watching TV.

"Chris, my head is killing me and I'm going on to bed. 
Don't stay up too late, you have school tomorrow."

She leaned down to kiss him on the forehead telling him 
good night. She went to the bathroom and took a couple 
pain/PM capsules and went on to bed hoping for a sound 
sleep.

Chris was still holding his breath. His cock was 
achingly hard. His mom had just carelessly walked in 
with her old thin nightshirt and panties and no robe. 
As she bent down to kiss him goodnight he even got a 
glimpse of pink nipples. 

He would never have looked or even given it a second 
thought before, but now slipped up to the bathroom for 
his shower. Once more he repeated the act of the 
previous night, but this time there was no confusion as 
his hand pounded back and forth over his hard cock and 
he groaned a whisper as huge spurts of cum mixed with 
the deluge of water... "Mom, mom, oh God mom..."

Wednesday morning Chris was out of bed at the first 
sound of his alarm. Struggling to keep his morning 
erection in his pajama bottoms, he heard his mom in the 
bathroom and looked down the hall. The bathroom door 
was open. Looking around Chris grabbed some dirty 
clothes and headed for the bathroom. Karen was at the 
sink brushing her teeth.

"Hey, got some clothes for the chute." Chris mumbled as 
he turned and slid by his mom. As he slipped between 
her and the bath closet his erection slid across the 
soft rounded cheeks of her derrière. He pushed the 
clothes in the chute and again passed, slowing as the 
hardness again brushed stiffly across each cheek hidden 
beneath her robe.

Karen gasped at the blatant contact. Her voice failed 
her and she could only stand unmoving, staring into the 
mirror as he turned down the hall from what was an 
obviously overt sexual touch. The hard impression 
against her cheeks burned into her even as he 
disappeared into his room.

Karen stepped into the hall to yell for him. Her lips 
opened for the strong rebuke she was about to deliver 
then recalled what she had previously said and his 
flippant reply. "Her own fault," she thought, "Maybe I 
provoked it. Just let it go Karen, let it go."

She finished her morning ritual and as Chris walked by 
to go downstairs Karen was only able to bitingly reply, 
"You have anything else for the laundry today Chris?"

"Nah mom, I think I got everything."

"Yes, well, I certainly hope so."

Karen was stunned by her comment, even with her 
dripping sarcasm. She had no idea why she had said 
anything that gave any acknowledgment to his actions. 
Why hadn't she just slapped him? 

Chris couldn't believe she wasn't beating him or 
screaming for what he had done and had even implied 
that she was aware it wasn't an accident.

There was a cold silence at the breakfast table. 
Neither spoke and Chris quickly left for school.

School was a worse drag than the day before. He was 
pretty much a jerk to everyone figuring he was due to 
really be in some trouble for this morning. He still 
smiled to himself, knowing he got even for her teasing 
and now whatever she did about it, it had been worth 
it.

The evening was quiet, dinner carryout, and Chris went 
to his room to watch TV. Karen straightened the house 
and worked on some contracts, relieved that her son had 
gone to bed early. The tension was such that you could 
cut it.

Chris rolled over and turned off the alarm. He lay 
there a moment and then pushed himself out of bed. With 
his pajama bottoms bouncing he rounded the doorway to 
the hall. They both stopped suddenly, both startled and 
staring open mouthed.

Karen stood in her T-shirt and panties. The impressions 
of her nipples were clear against the thin fabric of 
her old bed shirt. She crossed her arms not immediately 
realizing they pulled the hem of her shirt above her 
panties. Her heart skipped as she seen Chris' lust 
filled stare move to her hips yet it was her own eyes 
that offended her as for a second, no more, she openly 
looked at how far Chris' pajamas extended out in front 
of him.

"Chris, I'll run down and use the downstairs bath. You 
go ahead and use this one." Karen turned and ran down 
the stairs.

Chris stood a moment in the hall, remembering the curve 
of his mom's panties as they slightly mounded out and 
narrowing, disappeared between her thighs. He stepped 
into the bathroom closing the door behind him.

Karen heard her son come down the stairs and she 
quickly ran up to finish dressing. As she stood in the 
bathroom she could... she sniffed, her nose wrinkling 
and eyebrows furrowing, sex, she could smell the musky 
hint of sex. "Oh my God," she thought. "He masturbated 
just now." Her hand flew to her lips, "Oh my God, he... 
he did it... he was thinking of me." She sat on the 
edge of the tub. "Why, why wouldn't he. God the way I 
looked at his... say it Karen, just admit it," she 
thought as she looked up at the ceiling. "The way I 
stared at his... cock, like some sex crazed school 
girl." 
  
Breakfast was quick, quiet. After Chris left for 
school, Karen had about thirty minutes until she had to 
leave for work. She moved as though in a fog having a 
difficult time accepting the fact that her own son had 
first made what may have been a sexual advance to her, 
and then this morning masturbating after seeing her in 
her panties. Even more troubling was why she hadn't 
immediately slapped him or grounded him over all of 
this. "Shit," she thought. "He's too old to ground and 
too damn big to slap."

Karen knew that the first time on Monday in the hall 
had been an accident and she had overreacted and then 
taunted him to cover up her embarrassment and to 
lighten the mood. But there was no mistaking the 
episode Wednesday for anything but what it was. It was 
no accident. And now today, this. 

This morning left her completely unnerved. She sat with 
her coffee her face flushed with embarrassment as she 
felt the warm ache in her hips. It had been a long 
time. She didn't go out much. The men at work were 
mostly her subordinates and she didn't have much of a 
social life. She couldn't remember the last time she 
had actually had her fingers wrapped... "It was her 
fault. She should have ignored everything. What should 
she have expected?"

"I'm fine," Karen thought. "I've had a hard couple of 
days this week and it's just catching up to me." And 
immediately the unbidden thought... "My God it was so 
stiff." She buried her face in her hands wondering why 
in the hell she thought of that. 

As she pulled from the drive her cell rang; it was her 
best friend, Jane, begging Karen to meet her after work 
and help pick out a new dress for a party she had 
coming up. Karen accepted immediately. It would mean 
she would be out when Chris got home and he would 
probably be in his room for the night by the time she 
got back from Jane’s. She wasn't sure she could face 
him; she really didn't know how to handle this 
morning's incident.

Chris too was relieved to find his mother gone for the 
evening. But as luck would have it, he saw a movie on 
TV that he had been waiting to see. It started at 9:00 
and went until 11:00. Without giving it another 
thought, he stayed up to watch it. As the movie was 
ending, his mother arrived home. Chris couldn't face 
her and kept his eyes glued to the screen.

"Chris, you going to bed?" Karen asked.

"Yeah mom, about eleven thirty," Chris responded. He 
still didn't face her.

Karen walked around the chair he was sitting in and 
stood between him and the TV.

"I don't understand this little game you're playing in 
the hallway every morning young man."

It wasn't exactly the words she meant to say. Somehow 
they didn't come out right. She had gone over it in her 
mind exactly how she was going to scold him. 

"I was just playin around mom, I'm sorry."

She studied him for a moment. Her voice dropped to 
hushed tones. "You'd better watch what you are doing. 
It's not a game and I'm sorry if I let you think for a 
moment that it was. Maybe it was my fault for kidding 
with you, but it has to stop."

For the first time he looked at her. "What?"

"You heard me. You had better think about what you're 
doing. I can't let it continue. Now we're going to 
pretend none of this has happened." Karen turned and 
went to her bedroom.

Chris tossed and turned until the wee hours thinking 
over his mother's comments. But there was little doubt 
in his mind, somehow he would do it again. It had 
become a game, no; it had become more than a game. A 
test of wills and he wanted to win, but wasn't even 
sure what it was that he was going to win. Wasn't even 
sure he understood her remarks. But she would have to 
stop him. It would be her will against his.

"CHRIS, Chris honey I've been calling, you're going to 
be late."

"OK, ok I'm getting up."

Karen stood at his door waiting as he rolled out of 
bed. As he stood up her eyes automatically drifted to 
the front of his pajamas. She quickly turned away 
walking down the hall her hand to her forehead. "Why, 
why did she do that. Why did she look knowing what she 
would see. Good God was he always hard like that? 
Didn't he ever give it a rest?"

Chris sat back down laughing to himself. He had seen 
her look. Followed her eyes. "Gotcha". He looked down 
at his pajamas with his cock straining to be free. He 
quickly kicked them off and stood to get his clothes. 
He turned quickly at a shrill cry from his door, his 
mom standing with her hands covering her eyes. 

"Dammit Cris, close your door if you're undressing. I 
didn't know. Darn it Chris, I just wanted to tell you I 
was leaving right away and you need to get yourself 
something to eat. I'll bring something home for 
supper."

"Oh, yeah... uh, sure mom. Sorry... about the door."

Chris stood there waiting, his cock pointed directly at 
her, daring her to open her eyes, to turn and look.

Karen started back down the hall, but not before her 
eyelids fluttered, peeking. Her face was burning as her 
hand grasped the banister. Did she stand there, 
seconds, her heart pounding, before she yelled. Looking 
at him. She grabbed her things and fled out the door 
and into the car. She sat, her hands clutching the 
steering wheel. "My God, it had been too long. How 
long? A year? Two?" She couldn't shake the image of the 
hard length of him jutting out wickedly as he stepped 
toward his chest of drawers.

Her day was confusing, tiring and the sweat dampened 
her blouse and forehead. She had dressed as usual, 
skirt with heels and then had to climb a maze of stairs 
all day at an old factory site. She hadn't planned on 
this outing and her skirt was too damn short and the 
men all waited for her to go first as if she was too 
fucking stupid to figure out why. It certainly wasn't 
because they were all so fucking chivalrous. Then she 
had an almost irresistible urge to look at the fronts 
of their damn pants. 

She could have sworn that young cocky bastard from 
legal had a fucking hard-on watching her climb those 
goddamn stairs. Fuck it fuck those bastards, just fuck 
it all. She just wanted to sit and cry. Her nerves were 
screaming. She just wanted to go home, take a long 
quiet bath, listen to some music and be a woman. 

It was late and the instant she hit the door she threw 
the carryout on the table, her coat in the foyer 
closet, heels in a corner and pulled the cabinet door 
open taking two pain/PM tablets and one of her happy 
pills. Her back was aching from those damn stairs and 
her shoes.

"Chris, Chris, supper's on the table hon. I'm tired and 
going to take my bath. Use the bathroom down here 
tonight because I may be awhile. I plan to just lay and 
soak. It's been hell at work. OK? ... Chris? You hear 
me?"

"Yeah, sure mom, don't worry." as he came into the 
kitchen.

"I'll clean up and stuff, you go on."

"God, sometimes you can be the sweetest angel hon."

Karen lay in the dim candle light soaking, the water 
steaming. She blew the stray strands of hair out of her 
face thinking, "I shouldn't let anything get to me. If 
it wasn't for all those fucking stairs and those darn 
heels." She smiled at the thought of all those men 
pushing to watch her go up the steps. Even the guy from 
legal. If she hadn't felt so bad, it might have been 
fun to just... "I could have brushed up against him, 
maybe taken the stairs a little slower? I could have 
made all those bastards so damn hard." 

Her hands drifted down her tummy as she looked down. 
She knew she still looked pretty good. Her breasts 
weren't too big and barely fell when she took her bra 
off. Her nipples were a dark brown. Her tummy just 
rolled slightly before disappearing over the curve of 
her dark tangled mound. Almost sexy cute.

Karen got out and patted herself dry turning to look at 
the curve of her ass in the mirror. She pulled on her T 
and panties and her old robe. She heard the TV 
downstairs and went down to see what was on. The pills 
had taken affect and she was a little sleepy.

Chris was sitting on the couch in his pajamas so Karen 
lay on the floor, a throw pillow cushioning her head.

"Chris?"

"Yeah mom."

"Do your poor mom a favor."

"What?"

"My back hurts so bad. Rub it for me please?"

"Ok, sure."

"I climbed a thousand stairs today and my back is 
killing me."

"Ok I'll fix it."

Chris got down on his knees, his hands beginning at her 
shoulders. Karen groaned almost in pain as his fingers 
dug into her muscles. He lightened it a little and 
continued to work on her back. Hands gently moved down 
her spine to the small of her back just above the curve 
of her cheeks, then slowly moved back higher fingers 
massaging carefully. In a few minutes he felt her 
relax. He could tell by her breathing that she had 
drifted off to sleep.

Chris paused waiting, then swung his leg over her 
thighs. He leaned forward, quickly working on her 
shoulders and back. Each time his hands squeezed, her 
robe rode up higher, the hem pulling up over her 
panties. His cock was so hard it was aching. Chris 
leaned forward pushing the hard length between her 
thighs. Each time he leaned forward to massage her 
shoulders he pressed himself against her. Her thighs 
lightly rubbed the sides of his cock. Slowly for what 
seemed like minutes he continued this slow rocking 
rhythm as his hands kept her relaxed and asleep.

He wasn't sure when, but felt her ass lightly twitch, 
squeeze together... then again. A sigh as her hips ever 
so slightly pressed back against him. Chris closed his 
eyes, holding his breath as his hands continued to work 
against Karen's shoulders. He could barely hold back. 
His hardness pressed tightly against her pussy, the 
skin pulling tight as he moved against her. Chris felt 
her push back again and almost came.

"Wha.. what... Chris? CHRIS, let me up, get up. That's 
enough. Let me up."

Chris rolled over away from his mom. Karen pushed 
herself up pausing to look at him oddly, trying to 
collect her thoughts.

"I'm going to bed Chris"

Karen lay in her bed staring at the ceiling trying to 
sort her thoughts. "What was he doing? Was she dreaming 
or was he... My God, was he humping me there on the 
floor? His mom? He was." Her hand reached under her 
panties between her legs, fingers pushing through the 
tangled black curls. "Oh God, I'm wet, I can't fucking 
believe this, my own son has made me wet." Karen cried 
as she rolled to her side, "I need it, I just need 
someone... so bad."  

Fingers touched her sensitive lips, her hand pushed 
inside her panties. Her fingertips slipped easily 
inside her moist pussy, aching to sate her growing 
need. She glanced at her dresser thinking to get her 
vibe, then pushed her panties over her hips, kicked 
them from her ankles and pulled her pillow between her 
knees. Karen's arms hugged it to her breast as her hips 
twisted and rocked. As her clit rubbed against the soft 
warm material her mind drifted, a fantasy of being 
taken, seized and ravished, willingly submitting 
herself to the pleasure forced upon her. 

The men all held her down over her desk as John from 
legal kicked free of his pants, his cock darkly angry. 
His fingers entwined in her hair as he jerked her head 
back and thrust himself inside her, fucking her, 
pounding against her as she cried out in anger... in 
need... in lust... 

Karen squeezed harder, a whimper escaping as her hips 
searched for that moment of release. Karen pressed 
harder against the material, so close... closer... 
there... there... oh God yes. As she came the warmth 
flowed over her hips. Knees clasped tightly to her 
pillow, sighing, slipping off to sleep... yet, the 
subtle ache of something... missing, she hugged her 
pillow.

"You're up early for a Saturday," she said, really not 
expecting him up for a couple more hours. Her gaze 
flicked to his pajama bottoms looking for his erection. 
Her mouth went dry, but her knees shifted. "God," she 
thought, "I'm like a teenager, thinking about sex when 
a male walks by. But she wasn't ready for sex, well at 
least she shouldn't be, this was Chris. What is wrong 
with me? I can't get sex out of my head lately."

"I'm going with some guys to a game at the stadium. 
We'll be gone all day. I won't be too late."

He heard the intake of her breath as he leaned to kiss 
her on the cheek. Karen turned her head and looked him 
in the eye. "Chris, we need to talk."

"I know. Mom, I'm sorry, really I am, but I can't help 
it, it's just... I don't know... you're not like a mom, 
or other moms. I think, I think you're beautiful. I 
just can’t stop looking at you, thinking about you. I 
can't help what I've been doing and I'm sorry."

Of all the things Chris could have said he had blurted 
out the one thing that could cool her anger. He loved 
her, even thought she, his mom, was beautiful. 

Karen looked away as she whispered, "I love you Chris, 
but, honey, are you forgetting I'm your mother? What's 
been happening lately isn't proper behavior between a 
mother and her son."

"Mom, you told me to be careful about what I'm doing. 
That it's not a game. Well I'm sure of what I'm doing, 
of what I want."

"Chris, I didn't really mean that. What you're thinking 
just can't happen, honey, it just can't. Listen, Chris, 
we'll talk more when you get home. You go have a good 
time today. I have to go in to work for awhile but I 
won't be late."

As he left she propped her head up in her hands. What 
she was going to do about her son humping her on the 
living room floor. She knew that was what he was doing. 
An unbidden thought flashed through her mind chilling 
her... "Mothers didn't do that with their sons." Even 
worse was trying to excuse her reaction, explain why 
she was moist, "No, tell the truth Karen. You were 
fucking drenched when you went to bed. You were aching 
for it." The well of tears filling her eyes and wetting 
her cheeks couldn't wash away her fear, of Chris, of 
herself.

It was a quiet afternoon at work. Karen was pretty much 
alone in the office and was able to get a lot of paper 
work out of the way. John had stopped in to ask if 
there was any news on the contract for the building 
they looked at Friday. She sat there now not believing 
her behavior. 

She couldn't stop glancing at his slacks, wondering if 
he had a hard-on again. She had swung her desk chair 
around several times crossing her legs, allowing her 
skirt to slide far up her thighs. If he had only known, 
all he had to do was just... touch her. But he was just 
a junior contract attorney, much younger and wouldn't 
have dared. Her fingers rubbed her brow and eyes, "God 
what was she becoming. Just a fucking old frustrated 
bitch?" 

Karen stopped for a salad at the deli and went home. It 
was getting late. She went out on the deck and pulled 
the cover off the spa and turned it on. She threw her 
clothes in the hamper and pulled on an old bikini she 
used that the chlorine had faded and was turning to 
strings. Laying back, the warm foaming water was 
quickly and incredibly relaxing.

"Hey, there you are. I was yelling for you in the 
house."

"Oh, hi Chris. I was just out here trying to relax. God 
this feels so good on my poor body. Get in and tell me 
about your day."

"Ok, be right back."

Chris ran up to his room kicking off his clothes and 
pulled on some old swim trunks. He stepped into the spa 
and sat across from his mom. Karen's head lay back, the 
water swirling around the smooth slope of her breasts. 
It looked as if she were almost asleep, or at least 
mesmerized by the warm agitating water. Only seconds 
slipped by before Chris felt his cock lengthening, 
slipping down his thigh.

Karen closed her eyes. She could smell his maleness. 
His hands were searing her thighs. He pushed her skirt 
higher as she opened her legs, her hips pleading for 
his fingertips to move higher, to invade her. She 
reached down rubbing her hand over the entrancing 
hardness that was so obvious under the material of his 
pants. Her fingers fumbled slightly then unfastened and 
pulled the zipper down. Karen reached to fill her hand 
with the warm hard length of him. The tip of her tongue 
touched her lips as she began to lean forward pulling 
him closer. She wanted him in her mouth, to taste him, 
feel the rigid hardness. Her lips opened with a soft 
whimper of need as...

The music jingle jarred Karen out of her thoughts, and 
without thinking she pulled up from the swirling water 
and turned flipping open her cell phone.

"Jane. Oh God Jane I think you just woke me from the 
hottest dream. I'm sitting in the spa." she whispered.

"Oh I'm sorry, wanna get back to it?"

"No, Chris is here anyway. So, what's up?"

"Karen, You just have to go to that party at the 
Robert's with me. They have the biggest social event of 
the year."

"Oh I don't know. I don't think so Jane. I've really 
been tired lately."

"Come on Karen. There will be some unattached men there 
and you could use one, literally. I think that's your 
biggest problem. You need a good..."

"JANE, don't say it, just don't."

"Well, a good screwing is great for stress and I think 
you've been under a lot of stress. A hot dream just 
won't do it."

"Maybe you're right. Maybe I will go. I need to get 
out, but not to get... whatever..."

Chris watched as she kneeled on the spa seat leaning 
over the side talking. He was surprised at the thin 
bikini bottoms his mother was wearing. They were 
threadbare from age and the spa chlorine. He could only 
stare at the thin strip of material barely covering her 
pussy. 

Carefully he slipped forward to a position behind her 
listening as she chatted away to Jane. The soft curve 
between her cheeks beckoned him. His cock had grown to 
achingly large proportions and he was fairly gasping 
for breath thinking about what he was going to do. His 
heart was pounding in his ears... throat catching, 
terrified, yet he was incapable of stopping.

He positioned himself directly behind his mom only 
inches away. Forgetting all consequences, he reached 
down and pulled his cock free of his swimsuit. Chris 
pushed himself downward and thrust forward. His 
maddeningly hard cock easily slipped between her legs 
and he suddenly found himself pressed tightly between 
her thighs and resting against the thin material.

"Ohhh, God Chris," Karen shrieked, "Ohhh, no.... NO."

Chris had leaned against Karen and his head was close 
enough to hear Jane on the phone.

"What's wrong, Karen? What's going on?" Jane asked.

"Ahh...ahh ohhh.... Chris just poured ice... I have to 
go... later Jane, Bye," Karen cried out as she dropped 
the cell phone.

Chris pushed his hands around her waist until they met 
under her breasts. He could feel the weight of them 
resting on his wrists. His cock got harder as he leaned 
forward a little more, trapping her against the spa... 
burying himself even deeper between her thighs.

Karen squirmed, trying to get free of her son's grasp, 
but only succeeded in creating a sensual motion between 
them. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, 
feel it throbbing, pressing upwards...

"Chris, no, no, honey, don't do this. You shouldn't 
have your, your... against me like that. I'm your 
mother. Stop it... GODDAMMIT STOP IT CHRIS!"

Chris lowered himself slightly and then pushed inward 
and upward against her, lifting her higher, her toes 
just grazing the spa now. The swirling water pushed 
against her legs.

"Uhhhh," Karen grunted as Chris drove harder between 
her thighs, rubbing across the thin material of her 
bottoms. She felt her herself clench tightly... shivers 
of warmth... her knees weakening...

"Chris honey, please... you shouldn't want your own 
mother like this. Come on, please Chris, let me go, let 
me down." 

She continued to struggle, but in the last year he had 
become a lot bigger and stronger than she. The 
struggling only increased the movement between their 
bodies. As he again thrust between her thighs she tried 
pulling up, leaning over the spa to scramble away but 
only succeeded in allowing her thighs to open further 
as she tried to move.

She had forgotten his hands. As she leaned forward, his 
hands slid higher pushing her bikini top up and 
suddenly he had both hands on her breasts. Her nipples 
pressed into his palms and Chris quickly began kneading 
her breasts, his thumbs tormenting her nipples. Karen 
squirmed harder than before.

"Chris, quit. Let go of my... oh God stop it Chris, 
quit feeling me like that."

Karen was gasping, her heart pounding... she could feel 
his hardness burning between her thighs. Karen tried to 
pull one leg up to hook her knee over the edge to 
scramble free. She couldn't reach it and the 
foolishness of the move became apparent. The movements 
of his cock and her struggles had pushed and pulled the 
threadbare material of her bikini bottoms to the side. 
She could feel the warm bare hardness against her; feel 
him sliding back and forth across her moist skin as he 
held her.

Chris slipped between warm lips that were already wet 
from her dream and now ready for him with the onset of 
her body's betrayal. Karen shrieked with desperation as 
she realized what was going to happen, that he was 
actually going to slip inside her any second. The 
enticing hardness pulled away, then moved against her 
pressing upwards. Karen caught her breath freezing as 
she felt him beginning to push inside her.

Chris paused moving his hands to her hips. Karen 
instantly reached for the deck pulling away and turning 
over. Her bottoms were nearly pulled to her knees. She 
looked, gasped as she seen her son's cock pointing at 
her hard and twitching... his face inches from the pink 
folds bare from the wet curls... they both paused. 
Karen had stopped struggling, gasping for breath as the 
shock of their closeness registered. Her body screamed 
for his lips to touch her.

Before she could fully understand, instincts seduced 
her. Inconceivably her eyes closed... waiting. For a 
mere second, longer than either of them would have 
believed, they paused, each feeling the incredible 
sexuality between them. But the moment escaped, when he 
could have taken her.

Grasping a fleeing sanity Karen pushed herself back on 
the deck grabbing her bottoms and pulling them up. The 
shock of pausing face to face had caused him to relax 
his hold around her. Karen stood pulling her top down 
over her breasts.

"Chris, Chris, my God, oh Chris. What the hell are you 
doing, what are we doing?" she wailed. "You have to 
stop this right now. This has to stop. You act like 
you're trying to... to screw me. God dammit you can't 
do this baby. I'm not some fucking whore you can 
just... just do. We just, we just can't." as she began 
crying, trembling, her arms hugging herself. "I'm so 
afraid. You scare me Chris. I scare me."

Chris had never heard his mother swear and cry before 
in anger.

He hung his head dejectedly. Getting out of the spa he 
moved close to hug her but quickly stepped back as he 
felt his still hard cock press against her hip.

She screamed as she felt the hardness brush stiffly 
against her, "NO, no get away. Please, Chris, stop."

"Mom, I love you. I love you so much I can't stand it. 
I can't think of anything but you."

Karen moved further away, trying to calm herself. 
"Listen Chris," as she brushed the rivulets of tears 
from her cheeks. "I love you too. I'm your mother, 
we're supposed to love each other but... not like this. 
Not like a girlfriend-boyfriend or a husband-wife love. 
As far as my responding, women's bodies sometimes react 
to sexual contacts that they don't really want. I'll 
admit it, I feel flattered. It felt good when you were 
against me. 

"After all you are very manly, strong and sexually well 
endowed, well, any girl would have wanted to respond. 
But the reality is I didn't want you to continue. It 
was... started out... a game kind of, just playing. I'm 
so sorry it got out of control or you thought the wrong 
things of me. As for your wanting to... do it with me, 
well, honey, men and boys want to screw anything with a 
warm place to put it."

Karen laughed to try to take the sting out of the 
rebuke and to lessen the tension between them. 

"That's not true, mom, most of the girls in school 
don't even interest me. And they don't act interested 
in me either. They never have."

"Oh Chris that's because you grew a little slower. It's 
not true now. They are just being coy; they don't want 
you to know. My baby is big and strong and handsome. 
But Chris, this thing has to stop. You can't go around 
trying to have sex with your mother. Now why don't you 
go to your room and cool off a little. Maybe we both 
need to call it a night."

Chris went to his room and stretched out on the bed. 
His mom claimed she didn't want to do it, but he was 
sure that was her head talking not her body. He had to 
get her thinking with her body. He knew she had felt 
him, wanted it... remembered that one second at the 
spa, knew insanity had offered her to him, and he let 
it get away. He smiled as he began to think of what he 
could do. He would not give up.

Karen sank into a steaming bath. Her nipples still 
ached from his fingers. Her thighs were still 
trembling, the swells of her pussy ached with desire. 
It had been so close, she shuddered... If he had gotten 
inside her... or if he had moved forward that one crazy 
second. "Oh My God," Karen thought, "I would never have 
been able to stop him. Had he held me just a little 
longer, he would have been inside me. He would have, 
would have taken me."

Her will was still stronger than his. Karen knew she 
couldn't just stop everything like nothing had ever 
happened. Did she dare allow a little sexual play to 
occur between herself and her son? She wouldn't let him 
do anything to her of course, but would a little 
playing really hurt anyone? Could she control him if 
she set the rules ahead of time? Karen knew she was 
rationalizing, making it seem less a violation, yet 
wanting desperately to keep him under some control. She 
would set the rules and pick the time to keep him from 
getting so aggressive.

Karen relaxed closing her eyes. The hot water steamed 
away all the crazy things that had been happening. Her 
hands caressed her thighs, toying with the soft 
sensitive skin as her fingers slipped higher. Humming 
softly as searching fingers slipped between the puffy 
folds, moving higher to gently circle her clit. A glow 
of inner warmth spread through her as her fingertips 
teased and toyed. 

Her lips parted slightly as her fingers slipped lower, 
sliding inside her then back up to gently circle her 
clit. Her legs closed tightening her thighs against her 
hand as Karen slipped her fingers back inside her. Her 
hips slowly twisted as she turned in her chair in her 
office, her fingers reaching out, fumbling, leaning, 
her lips parting...

Karen's eyes opened. She shook her head pulling herself 
from the tub wondering what was getting into her. The 
water had cooled making her wonder how long she had 
been there. She toweled off, pulled on panties, a t-
shirt and took a couple PM headache capsules. Her 
pillow called to her knowing tonight she would sleep. 

Karen lay there, waiting for the pills to take her 
away. Her body, warm from her bath, ached with a need 
far too long ignored. She glanced at her dresser, got 
up and moved quietly across the darkness. She lay back 
pulling her knees up, her fingers splayed over the 
slope of her mound gently pulling the warm skin. Her 
warm latex toy moved in little circles over her clit, 
slipped down pressing between the folds and then pushed 
inside her. Her hand moved gently in and out as the 
other moved in slow circles over her clit. Karen sobbed 
in frustration turning to her side. She pulled her 
pillow to her hugging it to her breast. 
 
Chris turned the shut down his computer and looked up 
at the clock. It was late. He took his shower, pulled 
his pajama bottoms on and padded quietly back to his 
room. He had thought a lot and realized he had been a 
jerk and felt bad about it, but he just couldn't help 
himself. He didn't want her to be mad or hurt. Chris 
slipped off his bed, thinking she might be in her room 
reading. He walked down the dark hall and pushed her 
door open.

He stood there agape. The soft dim moonlight caressed 
her skin, casting her bed in a faint glow. She lay 
hugging her pillow to her, her t-shirt on, one knee 
pulled up. His eyes fixated on the gentle curve of her 
bare hip tapering down seemingly forever. The smooth 
crevice between her thighs disappeared in shadowed 
darkness. He didn't know how long he had stood there 
holding his breath as his heart pounded in his chest.

Chris stepped into the room slightly closing the door 
behind him, his eyes adjusting to the dimness. Silently 
he stepped over to his mom's sleeping figure. Watching 
quietly, he realized just how beautiful she looked. 
With eyes watching for the slightest movement and 
listening for the any change in her breathing, he 
reached out for the curve of her hip.

The softness of her skin… Chris caressed her thigh, his 
fingertips slipped closer to the place he wanted so 
much to touch. He closed his eyes trying to calm his 
nerves.

His fingertips touched soft curls. Pausing, moving ever 
so slowly he pressed them deeper moving forward over 
the soft swells. Her thighs were warm against the sides 
of his hand. Pausing again to watch for her stirring he 
slipped his fingers between the warm folds. Slowly, 
carefully moving them back and forth, holding his 
breath he watched her. Chris continued to caress the 
warm folds of her pussy and felt a moistness dampen his 
fingertips, the skin clinging to his fingers… and now, 
the moistness easing his way as his fingertips slipped 
easily over the once clinging lips.

His breath caught, her dildo and bottle of lubricant 
was laying at her side. He carefully pulled away taking 
it in his hand and quickly coating it with the slippery 
lotion.

He carefully pressed it between soft mounds of her 
pussy as his fingers now wet with warm oil easily slid 
over her, caressing her clit. He slowly moved the 
pliant hardness up and down pressing slightly deeper 
each time. Then, slowing... so gently pushing... he 
felt her resist, then suddenly surrender, opening to 
accept and almost pull the warm length of it inside 
her.

Chris froze and watched as his mom hugged her pillow 
tighter, then press her face deeper into the warm soft 
material. Trembling with impatience and gripping his 
nerves he pressed deeper moving the length of it 
slowly, carefully back and forth inside her. He felt 
her squeeze tightly against his movements. Her hips 
pressed slightly upwards.

Chris felt dizzy with excitement. Sliding his hand down 
over the rounded curve, his fingers through the dark 
tangled curls, he watched as his fingertips opened her 
pouting lips wider then moved to slowly circle the 
bareness of her clit. The warm folds were clinging to 
the soft life-like toy, enclosing it as he pressed 
deeper. He paused hearing his mom lightly gasp. 
Watching her, Chris almost groaned in relief as he 
realized she was still asleep. She was dreaming. Her 
hips pressed up seeking and feeling her move he pushed 
deeper.

His mom hugged her pillow tighter, clinging to it, her 
hips slowly moving to a distant pleasure, a distant 
love as she dreamed. He heard her breathing quicken as 
he literally fucked her with the dildo. Chris pushed 
the elastic over his erect cock and let his pajama 
bottoms slip to the floor. Reaching up he gently took 
his mom's hand and pulled it to the side of the bed, 
pressing his hardness into her palm. 

He paused, waited for what seemed an eternity as her 
fingers closed around him. Her hand slowly moved. He 
watched in pleasurable agony as Karen's hand moved over 
his cock, slipping to the tip, then downward pulling 
the skin tight... suddenly stopping... so still. His 
heart stopping as his mom pulled the pillow away.

Karen moaned. "Oh GOD, Chris, NOOOOO! ... oh God NO! 
What are you doing?!" she wailed.

Karen tried to sit up just to collapse back on the 
sheets. Her breath came in ragged gasps. His hand 
pressed against her hips as he continued the tormenting 
rhythm inside her.

Chris could feel her hips lifting and her thighs 
tightening. Knew that she wouldn't stop if he held her, 
that she couldn't stop. He glanced back to see her arms 
hugging her pillow tightly. Chris bent down and ran the 
tip of his tongue over her clit, smiling as he heard 
her gasp of pleasure. Chris felt her hand on his thigh 
moving. Looking down as her fingers closed over his 
cock, the tip glistening from wetness. Then, her hand, 
moving... faster. He bent back down to pull her clit 
between his lips as her hips thrust against the 
hardness now pushing quickly inside her.

He knew he couldn't hold off much longer. He tried to 
move, pulling the dildo from her wanting inside her, to 
get over her and between her thighs but Karen held on 
to him tightly. Chris looked back at her. Karen was 
watching him. Her lips were parted with passion and 
desire.

Her hoarse whisper, "No baby... no, this way.... only 
this way..." as her hand slid faster pulling on him 
tighter. "Please, please," she gasped. "Inside me, put 
it inside me. Hurry." Her other hand reached down 
helping guide him to her.

Chris turned and leaning down he pushed deeper inside 
her as Karen's hips lifted, her moans louder. He could 
feel her stomach muscles tighten against his hand, 
heard her whisper becoming a moan as his hand moved 
quickly back and forth.

"Oh God... oh God... there.... oh there... it's 
cumming... now... oh now... Ohhhhhhh Goooddddd 
nowwwwwwww... Cccummiinnngg!!" 

He felt her shudder as her thighs clenched tightly. Her 
knees pulled up pushing him away.

Karen laid there, her breasts heaving, out of breath. 
She turned looking at Chris still standing there.

"Come here baby, you still need to cum don't you?"

Karen began a slow movement of her hand up and down. 
Pausing at the top to tickle and caress the sensitive 
ridge around the head. Chris groaned; his eyes locked 
on to the exotic sight. Then she squeezed him tightly 
and slid down the shaft, back and forth cupping him 
with her free hand. Her hand now slippery she began 
rapid strokes up and down. She stared, disbelieving, 
thinking to herself, "My God... I didn't realize... 
he's so hard, my Chris."

Chris thrust his hips forward as the speed of Karen's 
hands increased. She stared at the purple head 
disappearing and emerging from the top of her hand. She 
heard Chris's moan, felt it grow in her hand and knew. 
Karen quickly leaned forward touching the tip with her 
lips as his warm cum spurt against them, slipping down 
her cheek to her arm and against her breast.

Then, it was over.

Karen sat there at the edge of the bed. They had 
crossed the line, she blamed herself, and she should 
have seen it coming, stopped it. "But my God I needed 
that so bad," she thought.

She looked up at Chris, smiled, and patted him on the 
thigh, "Go to bed honey, this was once in a lifetime, 
not again... OK? No more."

As he left and she walked to her bathroom tasting him 
on her lips, wondering, how she would stop him. She had 
held him off, kept him from getting inside her. Yet, 
would she be able to the next time he tried? She knew 
he would try again. He would not stop until she let him 
have her. She would fight it.

As Karen lay back down in her bed she wondered how she 
would feel, how Chris would feel if she let him have 
her. If the tension between them would die. She hated 
the tension between them. They had always been so 
close. Karen closed her eyes. Tomorrow, another day. 
She wondered who she was fighting, and if she would 
win. Was she just putting off the inevitable?

She suddenly sat up. "Chris, Chris, come here... Chris, 
come here..."

To be continued...

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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