Mom (Beth) and Son (Corey) Enjoy Each Other–Part 1 of 2 by A Writer

As I near the end of my walk back home in the Blackstone trailer park at 3:00 AM after my late shift as a part-time waitress at a bar nearby, I again begin to feel the dread of entering my little 600 square foot single-wide trailer home. The sense of dread comes from feeling claustrophobic in my own home and also like a failure of a mother to my teenage son, Corey. His piece of shit father left us when Corey was only 4 years old, so it’s been just me and Corey on our own for almost 15 years now. I sometimes forget how long he and I have been staying afloat by ourselves.

Corey’s dad, Tom, and I dated in high school and we thought we loved each other. By the time I graduated high school, Tom was already 3 years removed from graduation and I was a few months pregnant with Corey. Looking back, Tom and I never stood a chance. We were way too immature when I got pregnant. We never got married, but did get this trailer with some financial help from my parents to act as a starter home. When Tom decided to not return home from work one night, I was left to be a single mother barely in my 20s. What a terrifying shock out of nowhere. Sure, Tom had threatened to leave many times over the years, but I never really expected him to do it. So when he finally did, I was emotionally shaken.

Tom had abused me countless times during our time together. Most of the abuse was verbal and emotional. I was made to believe I was worthless without him and would never amount to anything. I was repeatedly told that I’d fail our son and he’d grow into a loser like me. Only a few times did the abuse become physical. He never hit me, per se, but I was slapped, shoved, pinned down, and had my hair pulled on numerous occasions. Most of these instances happened when he was drunk. Unfortunately for me, he was often drunk. I was always afraid he’d hurt Corey. Luckily, he never targeted my baby. In fact, he never paid much attention to Corey. All parenting responsibilities were on my shoulders at all times.

There were the few VERY rare occasions when a sober Tom would give Corey attention. But, when he did, my heart melted. I’d always just watch them from afar and imagine how perfect life could be if Tom changed. During those times, I saw how Corey adored his father and craved his attention. Those brief glances at what could have been were like dreams that stood still. To this day, I have those images burned into my brain like photos in a photo album. I have a good one in mind right now. Hmm.

Then reality brings me back to Earth and my brief joy vanishes as I reach my front step. I can see the blue light of our TV coming through the blinds of the living room window. That’s where Corey sleeps and “lives” since the trailer only has 1 bedroom. He sleeps on a rollout couch out there and has no privacy aside from when my bedroom door is closed. Even then, it’s not hard to hear each other because of the thin doors and walls.

I unlock the front door and step inside to find my son asleep on the couch with an infomercial playing on the TV. He didn’t even unfold the couch before falling asleep. As I step over a blanket that fell to the floor to turn off the TV, I admire how handsome he’s become. His father, albeit a piece of shit, was most certainly good looking and passed those genes to Corey. He has the same wavy jet black hair down to his shoulders and defined jawline that Tom had. I have light brown hair and dark brown eyes and passed my eye color to him. He also inherited his father’s skin tone. I’m pale and Corey isn’t. Even though Tom wasn’t Italian, people usually assumed he was because of his skin tone and dark features. Corey’s on the more skinny side, but starting to fill out a bit during his late teen years. He’s a really good looking kid.

I reach the TV and turn it off, then cover him with the blanket that fell on the floor and kiss his forehead. I’m exhausted and quietly make my way down the hall to brush my teeth before crashing in bed for the night.

***The Next Morning***

(Corey)

I wake up just after 8:00 AM on Thursday morning to the sounds of birds chirping and movement from the community outside. The trailer’s lit from the sun shining through the windows and I get up to head to the bathroom. I walk past the kitchen area and see Mom’s bedroom door cracked open down the hall, so I decide to peek in to make sure she made it home okay last night. Mom’s on her back and spread out on top of her bed in a white t-shirt and black underwear. Her long light brown hair is covering half of her face with her head turned to the side. I take a few seconds to look her over before leaving for the bathroom.

Mom’s really pretty and I’ve been more aware of that for a few years. She’s about 5’6″ with light brown hair that goes halfway down her back, brown eyes, and a face with sharp angles. Her eyebrows are apparently something other women would kill to have, so I’ve heard from her friends, and her lips are full like Angelina Jolie’s. That’s the best comparison I can think of. Mom’s not skinny, but she’s in pretty good shape. Over the past few years, I can’t help but notice her curves because her butt and boobs carry some weight and bounce. They’re not BIG or disproportionate, but they look good and definitely catch my attention a lot. I feel bad about noticing, but can’t help it. Especially since I’ve never had a girlfriend, I find myself checking Mom out a lot more than I should.

After finishing in the bathroom, I check on her one more time and notice that she’s flipped onto her stomach now so that her butt is face-up. I feel myself getting turned on and start imagining what I’d like to do with an ass like that, then decide to walk away before I get myself in trouble. I wasn’t viewing that as Mom’s ass, but just AN ass. I need to check myself. I walk away with an erection forming and go to the kitchen to get some breakfast for myself.

***3 Hours Later***

(Corey)

I’m on the couch watching TV and hear Mom’s door open. I look down the hall and see her stepping out with squinted eyes still waking up.

(Beth)

“Good morning, sweetie.”

(Corey)

“Morning.” She shuffles into the bathroom and closes the door behind her. I feel bad for Mom because I know it’s been hard raising me by herself. I’ve always tried to be a good kid to make things easier on her. I feel like she could have been so much, but didn’t have a chance because of me. If I was never born, she could have had a good job, nice house, and a husband. But, she was never able to pursue anything because she had to take care of me.

My thoughts are broken by the sound of the shower turning on and realizing the bathroom door is cracked open. There’s an internal struggle with deciding if I want to get up and find out if I can see anything through the door like a perv or stay on the couch. It’s not long before I stand up and move toward the bathroom. When I reach the door, I can see the shape of Mom behind the frosted shower curtain in the mirror’s reflection. I can’t see details, only her shape. But, that’s good enough for me as I take my penis from my shorts and start stroking it. I hate myself for this, but my hormones are raging and I truly can’t stop myself. As she turns around, I can make out that she’s washing her boobs. Her hands are quickly moving over her body as I wish her hands were mine. Then she props her leg against the ledge of the shower wall and starts to shave it. I can tell her hair is hanging down in addition to her tits. Damn it, I wish I could see details. Her butt is defined, so I imagine how it looks under the water. Probably really shiny and soft. Then, my mind wanders a little more into wondering what Mom’s asshole looks like. Suddenly, I realize the water has been off for a few seconds and the curtain moves. Mom reaches out to grab a towel and I quickly move from the doorway with my erection still in my hand. SHIT, I hope she didn’t see me.

(Beth)

What the fuck? Did I just see Corey watching me shower from the bathroom doorway? Our bathroom fan hasn’t worked for a couple of years, so I leave the door cracked when I shower to allow some ventilation for the steam to escape. Did my son take that opportunity to perv on me? I wrap a towel around my head to dry my hair, then one around body to cover my chest to my knees.

(Corey)

Mom steps out of the bathroom a few seconds after I’m able to get back on the couch and pretend like I’ve been there the whole time. I look over at her to find her wet body mostly covered by towels while she rubs lotion on her arms.

(Beth)

Corey’s on the couch watching TV, but he looks like a deer in headlights. “What are you doing?”

(Corey)

“Nothing.” Be cool. Be natural.

(Beth)

“Did you just walk by the bathroom a few seconds ago?”

(Corey)

“No.” Mom bends over to rub lotion on her knees down to her ankles. This gives me a brief view of limited cleavage and I’ll gladly take it.

(Beth)

“I swear I saw something out here when I was coming out of the shower.”

(Corey)

“Maybe we have a ghost.” I begrudgingly look away to act natural and pretend the TV has my attention.

(Beth)

Hmmmmm. I’ve got my eye on this kid. If he was he was peeking, should I be worried? Is that a natural thing for boys his age? Is he just curious because he’s never had a girlfriend? Does he actually find me sexually attractive?! I retreat to my room to get some clothes on still trying to make sense of things.

(Corey)

Mom turns and heads to her room. I can make out the shape of her hips and butt under the robe as she sways them with each step until her bedroom closes. My erection is still full, but concealed under my blanket on the couch. I can’t finish myself off right now because she might catch me. I might have time to slip into the bathroom, but she’d probably figure out why I ran into there. This is the type of erection that doesn’t go away on its own. Damn it! Mom’s door opens back up as I grip my dick under the blanket with thoughts of her naked body flashing through my brain.

She steps out in a tight white t-shirt that stops at her belly so her soft belly button is exposed, tight blue booty shorts, and flip-flops. Her wet hair is hanging down, slightly curly from the water. She’s not wearing a bra, either, because her nipples are very pronounced under the shirt. Oh, God. What I’d give to see Mom’s tits right now.

(Beth)

Corey is looking me up-and-down as I come out of my room in an outift chosen just to mess with him. “Want some coffee, baby?” He stammers in his response.

(Cotey)

“N…mmm…no. I’m good.” Mom walks to the kitchen, which is completely exposed to the living room, and bends down to get a bag of coffee from under the counter. With this, her breasts hang freely and fall against her shirt. The nipples are pushing to get out. Then, she turns around and stands on her toes to reach a coffee mug on the top shelf of our cabinets. Her calf muscles are visually strained and her butt clenches up as she reaches. I’d offer to help, but my erection and the sight of her body stop me from offering. She successfully grabs her mug and turns back toward me with a sweet smile.

(Beth)

“Any plans for today?” I can tell he feels awkward from my clothes. It’s hilarious. Corey’s a good kid and I like to innocently mess with him from time-to-time. He’s too easy. With school ending last week and no summer job, I look forward to having him around more over the next few months.

(Corey)

“Not really. You?”

(Beth)

“Nope. I have the next few days off work, so I just want to relax. I might take some naps, sit outside and get some sun, do things like that.” I set the coffee maker to start brewing and move over to the couch to sit next to Corey on his left. He shrinks into the cushion a bit. I then realize that I haven’t seen his right hand come out from under his blanket since coming out here. What’s going on?

(Corey)

Mom sits down next to me and pushes her warm body into my left side. She smells so good. My right hand is still holding my erection down against my stomach. If I let go, it’ll stand up and be noticeable under the blanket.

(Beth)

“Can you hand me the remote?”

(Corey)

Oh no. The remote’s on the couch to my right. What do I do? “I don’t know where it is.”

(Beth)

“It’s right there.” I point to the remote to this right.

(Corey)

“Oh.” I’ll be caught, so I don’t budge.

(Beth)

“Babe.” I stick my left hand out and wiggle my fingers expectantly. “Don’t make me crawl over you.”

(Corey)

That’s a tempting proposal, but would just end up being more awkward. I turn to my left to see Mom staring at me, waiting. I have no out. I let go of my dick and reach for the remote with my erection springing up.

(Beth)

I let out a small gasp as I see an erection bang against my kid’s blanket. THAT’S why his hand was under there. This whole time, though? Is it caused by me?

(Corey)

I grab the remote in shame and hold it in Mom’s direction. She doesn’t grab it right away, though. I look over and see her eyes fixated on the blanket. She caught me. But, there’s a smirk on her face and her tongue is pushed against her upper lip.

(Beth)

I can tell it’s not a small erection from the force the blanket is being pushed with. I’m guessing my son has pretty good size down there.

What am I saying to myself? This is my son’s dick, not some random guy’s. I catch myself smiling as I turn my head to look into Corey’s eyes. That makes me stop smiling and shake the thoughts away. What’s wrong with me? I know it’s been a long time since I’ve been with a guy, but I need to reel myself in. I grab the remote from Corey and stand up. “Thanks. I’m going to go check the mail.”

(Corey)

“Okay.” The mailbox is at the front of the park, so it’ll take her at least 5 minutes. She goes to her room, then comes back out a minute later. I can tell she has a bra on now. I watch Mom carry her tight little body out the front, then turn to watch her walk away through the blinds of the window behind me. Her walk is one with confidence. Her butt sways side-to-side under those tight shorts. Mmm.

I quickly go to the bathroom to drop my shorts and sit on the toilet. I start rapidly jacking off to the thought of Mom crawling over me on the couch and stopping halfway to straddle me. I can still smell her lotion on my shoulder while dirty images of fucking her in different positions flash through my mind. I’ve never jacked off to images of her before and doing so now feels extremely perverted. At the same time, I’m incredibly turned on by the idea of losing my virginity to her. An image of her sucking my cock from her knees sends me over the edge and I begin to spray jizz into the toilet. It’s a massive amount, the most I’ve ever produced by far. “Ohhh, Mom.” Luckily, I’m alone and quiet enough that nobody passing outside would hear. After a few more sprays of cum, I sit there with my 7″ erection starting to shrink and analyze what just happened.

I know it’s perverse, dirty, taboo, and considered wrong. But, I can’t help wanting to have sex with my Mom. And it’s not just a fantasy of having sex with her, it’s a real desire. If the opportunity was there for me to put my penis inside my mom and make love to her, I’d jump at it. I’m SO horny, she’s hot, and she’s almost always only a few feet from me. I want this to happen and have no idea how to make it a reality.

Would she want me? Would it ruin our lives if I talked to her about it? Is it THAT bad of a thing? If we’re consenting adults, why shouldn’t we be able to fuck each other and be together as lovers? I wipe my penis with toilet paper and flush my mess, then go back to the couch feeling sexually relieved. Still, though, questions of making it a reality run through my mind.

(Beth)

Poor, kid. As I grab the mail and wave to Susan, one of our neighbors, I wonder what Corey is doing right now. I’m guessing he’s masturbating. I HOPE he’s masturbating, it’s why I left when I did. He needed to get it out of his system and there isn’t much privacy when I’m there.

What caused the erection, though? Was it just a random one that teen boys endure all the time? Or was it brought on by me in the shower, then the clothes I put on after? I wore this stuff to screw with him, but didn’t really expect to turn him on. Do I turn my son on and make him horny? The fact that these thoughts are in my head is a little concerning. But I HAVEN’T been with a guy in years and am sexually frustrated. Is it wrong to just ask myself these kinds of questions about my attractive and seemingly big-dick son? As long as I don’t act on any thoughts, isn’t it harmless?

I make my way back to the trailer with renewed confidence in knowing I still have “it.” The idea of turning on my own son honestly turns me on and makes me feel good about myself. Again, as long as I don’t act on any thoughts of riding my son’s big dick, I’m fine. But, I can safely fantasize about it and make things more fun at home.

I reach the front door again and enter the trailer to the sight of Corey on the couch immediately to my right looking relaxed. He must have taken care of his problem. “Hey, baby.”

***1 Week Later***

(Beth)

The last week has been pretty normal without any kind of sexual tension and I have the day off from work. Unfortunately, it’s the middle of summer and the heat is stifling outside with a temperature of nearly 100 degrees farenheit at only 9:00 AM. It’ll only get worse throughout the day. More unfortunate is the fact that we only have a plug-in fan to circulate air in the trailer and no central A/C. Most unfortunately, our fan broke last night and I can’t afford a new one until I get paid next week. Even then, it’ll be financially tight. We’ve closed the blinds to keep as much hot sunshine out as we can. Still, it’s got to be in the low 80s in here.

Corey was on the couch playing video games when I got up about 20 minutes ago. We both commented on how uncomfortable it is in here while I drank some water in our two-chair dining area on the other side of the front door. I can see that Corey’s sweating through his gray t-shirt and am aware of my own sweat. It’s disgusting.

(Corey)

It’s so hot in here, really gross. I look to my left to see Mom drinking some water and in deep thought about something. I can’t take this anymore. I sit forward and peel the moist shirt over my head and drop it to the floor. There’s a minimal amount of relief from the oppressing heat, but I’ll take any amount relief at this point. I’m tempted to also take my shorts off, but don’t know if it’d be awkward for Mom to see me in just a pair of boxer briefs and decide to keep them on.

(Beth)

Oh. Corey takes his shirt off and now sits bare-chested on the couch. He’s got a little more muscle definition than I expected with no torso hair to be found. I haven’t seen him shirtless in a while, so I’m pleasantly surprised by the image in front of me. I decide that I should get more comfortable too. Sitting here fully clothed in sweltering heat doesn’t make sense. So I stand up and walk back to my bedroom to search my closet.

I find what I’m looking for, a neon green and pink two-piece bathing suit. The top has strings for straps and the bottom covers about half of my butt’s width. It’s not a thong, but it’s also not full underwear. I slide the bottom up my thighs so that it covers my front, then drop my 36D breasts into the top. As a finishing touch, I pull my hair up and pin it back so it stays out of my face before applying a little bit of pink lipstick. After adjusting myself a bit, I walk back to our dining area and sit at the table. Corey watches me walk down the hall and I pretend that his gaze isn’t out-of-the-ordinary.

(Corey)

Holy shit. Mom has on a bikini and looks amazing coming down the hallway. I swear she’s trying to look seductive with how she’s moving her hips and it’s having an effect on me.

(Beth)

“Hey. It’s too damn hot in here. I had to change into something like this.”

(Corey)

“No, I get it.” Is she wearing lipstick? She looks so good right now. She grabs her water bottle for another sip, then picks up her phone to scroll through something. I can’t take my eyes off of her. Her long hair is pulled back, but there are two strands hanging down on both sides of her face to her clavicle. She gives a cute little smirk while scrolling on her phone.

(Beth)

I can’t help but smile at Corey’s behavior. I can still feel his eyes on me and honestly, it feels invigorating to have his attention like this. I know he’s checking me out and I like it.

(Corey)

Mom’s tits are a lot bigger than I thought and this bikini really shows them off. There’s some deep cleavage and a little bit spilling out of the sides. Her stomach is in good shape, too. There’s a little bit of a roll forming near her belly button, but she’s also slouched over a little. She looks great.

She looks up at me from her phone to take another drink and makes eye contact. I break away and know she caught me staring. I look back over and she’s still looking at me.

(Beth)

I want to make it known to Corey that I caught him. “You checking me out?”

(Corey)

I’m flustered and don’t know how to answer. “Ummm, no. No!”

(Beth)

“No? Because it looked like you were.”

(Corey)

“Of course not.”

(Beth)

“Hmmm. Okay.” I am sweating profusely and the ice in my bottle is melted now. I lay my head back and raise the bottle to my neck to let the cool condensation drip down my chest. It feels so refreshing.

(Corey)

Mom’s really sweating. She puts on a sexy display of cooling off as I watch water run down the cleavage between her big tits. Then, she runs her left hand around her chest to spead the coolness around. Her tits move swiftly underneath and are glistening. They look delicious. I want them in my mouth. “Mom?”

(Beth)

“Yes, sweetie?”

(Corey)

“Never mind.” Wow, I almost blurted out my lust for her without thinking.

(Beth)

“Baby, what?”

(Corey)

“Nothing.”

(Beth)

What’s going on in that mind of his? “I’m getting some more water. You want some?”

(Corey)

“Yes, please.” Mom gets up from the table and walks a few feet to the kitchen across from the dining area. I now have a view of her ass while she takes a cup out of the cabinet. Jesus. It’s full and both cheeks are almost perfectly round. The left side of the underwear has wedged its way into her crack, which she reacts to by slipping her finger under and pulling it back over. I wish she’d sit that big shitter on my face and grind it onto my tongue. At this point, I have a raging erection. She’ll likely be able to notice it under my shorts and I don’t care. She finishes getting the water and turns back to me, definitely noticing my erection. She raises her eyebrows and squeezes her lips together in surprise.

(Beth)

“Sweetie? Did I do that to you?” Corey has an erection that I can tell is trying to tear through his shorts to reach me. He looks ashamed in his response.

(Corey)

“Yeah. I’m sorry, Mom.”

(Beth)

“It’s okay. It happens, I think.” I make my way to the couch and hand him his water, then sit to his left.

“I know how teens get. TRUST me, I’ve been there. And I know you haven’t had a girlfriend yet. You must have a lot of backed up sexual frustration. Right?”

(Corey)

“Yeah.” Somehow, she still smells good. Even while dripping with sweat. I look her in the eyes and she’s sincerely looking back at me. Then, she surprises me with her next words.

(Beth)

“How can I help?”

(Corey)

“What?”

(Beth)

“How can I help your situation?” I’m putting myself out there and curious how he’ll handle this.

(Corey)

“I don’t think you can. Because, you know, you’re my mom.” What’s she getting at? If she only knew what I really want from her and how she can help.

(Beth)

“Why don’t you take your shorts off?”

(Corey)

“Huh?!”

(Beth)

“Well, it’s so hot anyway. You should try to cool down however you can because I can tell you’re uncomfortable.”

(Corey)

Mom slides her right pointer finger under the waistband of my shorts.

(Beth)

“Come on, get them off.”

(Corey)

Stunned, I do as requested. I stand up and pull my shorts down so that my boxer briefs filled by the erection are exposed. Mom’s left eyebrow raises and she bites the inside of her lower lip, then looks up at me.

(Beth)

Corey drops his shorts with a large bulge staring me in the face from a foot away. I’m getting more turned on by the image of my nearly naked son standing in front of me and the thought of pulling his underwear down to suck his dick into my mouth legitimately crosses my perverted mind. I look back up at him to find him looking down at me, seemingly embarrassed. I pat the couch for him to sit back down. He does.

I rub his left shoulder with my left hand and kiss his left cheek. I can tell his cock is strained in his underwear. This is exciting.

(Corey)

Mom is pressed against my side and kisses my cheek. I look over at her, unsure of what to think. She stares into my eyes and moves her hand down from my shoulder to my chest.

(Beth)

“Is this okay?”

(Corey)

“Uh-huh.” I feel her right hand slide up to my left thigh with her left hand still on my chest. She shifts her body so that it’s facing me and her soft tits push into my arm.

(Beth)

“Is THIS okay?” I keep rubbing his chest with my left hand and start lightly squeezing his thigh with my right hand. His breathing is getting heavier and I can tell he knows this isn’t typical motherly love.

(Corey)

“Yeah.” I’m short on words and am enjoying the feeling of Mom’s skin all over me. She looks down at my erection for a few seconds, then pulls my left leg over a few inches to give herself easier access to the inside of my leg. She brings her lustful eyes back up to mine and slides her right hand to cup my covered dick. Wow.

(Beth)

“And is this okay, baby?” Corey swallows hard and nods. I cup his groin with my right hand and lightly squeeze his cock. It’s as hard as a rock. We’re both clearly turned on. I keep my left hand on his chest, kiss his left shoulder, and start stroking his bulge with my right hand. He closes his eyes and lets me violate him. I watch his face while I jerk off his covered dick and see little smiles break through.

(Corey)

Mom’s hand teasing my penis like this feels incredible. I hear people moving around outside, but it’s silent in the trailer aside from the sound of Mom rubbing against the cloth of my underwear.

(Beth)

“It’s okay, let me help you.” I reach down and gently squeeze his balls. I can tell they’re pretty big, even though they’re tightly trapped under the cloth. Corey lets out a small moan and bucks his hips ever so slightly. Corey looks back over at me as I continue caressing his balls and cock with my right hand.

(Corey)

Speechless, I watch Mom’s face. She looks determined, almost emotionless. Then she brings her left thumb to her face and seductively licks and sucks it for a few seconds before removing it with a string of spit attached. She puts her hand back on my chest and starts to create a wet spiral around my left nipple. This is too much. I’m about to explode.

(Beth)

The expression on Corey’s face changes as I continue masturbating him through the underwear and playing with his nipple. I feel his young cock starting to twitch a little and know what’s about to happen. “Are you about to cum?”

(Corey)

“Mmm-hmmm. You should probably stop.”

(Beth)

“Nope.”

(Corey)

“Mom?”

(Beth)

“Cum.”

(Corey)

Mom tells me to cum, then kisses my left shoulder again. She looks down at my cock as I start to explode cum in my underwear. Then she looks back up into my eyes and smiles.

(Beth)

“Fuck yeah. Cum, baby.” Corey’s jaw drops as he pumps a big load of jizz into his underwear. I can feel the underwear getting moist in my hand from his semen and keep stroking him with a tight grip. I move my left hand up from his chest to his left cheek and direct his face straight on with mine so that we’re looking into each other’s eyes as I finish him off. I smile and nod to reassure him that it’s okay.

(Corey)

Mom’s full lips crack a smile and she nods in approval with her right hand still sprawled across my ejaculating cock. I want to kiss her so bad. I push a couple more drops out and melt back into the couch. I can’t believe what just happened and the fact that the first girl to make me cum was my mom. I lay my head back on the couch and close my eyes to the soothing feeling of Mom still gently massaging my covered cock and balls. Then I feel wet suction on my left nipple and open my eyes to her sucking on it with her pink lips. This feels so good, I had no idea it could feel like this. She looks up at me smiling and detaches, only to stick her tongue out and lick it. After a few seconds, she sits back and removes her right hand from my sticky underwear.

(Beth)

“Good boy.” I look my son up and down, holding myself back from mounting him. My right hand has his sticky jizz on it, so I go to the bathroom to wash my hands.

(Corey)

Mom gets up to go to the bathroom, so I again watch her hot ass walk away. If I hadn’t just cum with a now deflating erection, I’d be tempted to pin her against the hallway wall from behind and fuck her like an animal. What she just did to me was unbelievably sexy and something I need more of. I don’t care if she’s my mom, I want to fuck her like she’s my girlfriend.

(Beth)

I enter the bathroom and wash my hands. As I’m drying them, I get a text from my friend, Carrie, asking if I want to hang out today. I reply to let her know that sounds good and to pick me up in an hour.

(Corey)

Mom sticks her head out of the bathroom and yells over to me. “Corey, Carrie just texted me and she’ll be here in an hour to pick me up. We’re going to hang out today since I don’t have to work tonight. I just nod with understanding. I hear the shower turn on with the bathroom door wide open this time. I take this as an invite, so I go down the hall after a few minutes and look in the bathroom mirror. I see the reflection of Mom in the shower obviously fingering herself. She’s probably thinking of me while she masturbates. What a fucking turn on.

(Beth)

I shove two fingers on my right hand, the same fingers that were just washed of my son’s semen, into my pussy and use images of what I just did to him as material to get myself off. I left the door wide open this time, in case he wanted a peep show. I assume he’s out there watching, but don’t slow down. It only takes about 30 seconds before I’m cumming on my fingers with a strong orgasm. It’s so good.

I finish up with my shower and get ready to go out with Carrie. An hour later, she knocks on my door. I answer and let her in while I go back to my room for my purse. When I come back out, I lean over Corey on the couch and kiss his forehead before leaving for the day. Where will things go between us from here? I don’t know, but am excited to find out.

(Corey)

Mom leans over with a low-cut black tight shirt on that shows off her cleavage and kisses my forehead. She leaves me in the oppressive heat to think about what happened and what could still happen. I want her home as soon as possible to address it and also act on my desires. The wait is going to be painful. I want more of her.

***12 Hours Later***

(Beth)

I get back home at about 10:30, dead tired. Walking through the front door, I see Corey spread out on his bed in just his underwear. It’s a different pair from the one we played with this morning. It’s a little cooler in the trailer thanks to it being night, but it’s still very warm. I go to the bathroom to get ready for bed, then change into a loose t-shirt and pair of cotton underwear. I climb into bed and fall asleep on top of the sheets.

***4 Hours Later***

(Corey)

I wake up having to pee and check my phone to see it’s 2:30 AM. I see Mom’s door halfway open on my way to the bathroom. She must have gotten home by now. I quickly wash up after using the toilet and leave the bathroom. I can either turn left to go back to bed or turn right to go in Mom’s room and check on her. I turn right. With the door half open, I can see her feet hanging off the bed. After pushing my way through her bedroom doorway, Mom’s whole body comes into view.

Her bedroom window is open to let a breeze in. She’s on her back and top of her sheets in a white t-shirt and white underwear. Her hair is let down and spread wide across the pillow. Her calm breathing makes her chest go up and down with a slow pace. Without a bra on, her breasts are falling to her sides a bit. Her face looks very peaceful, she’s beautiful.

Her spread out on her back combined with thinking of what happened yesterday starts getting me uncontrollably horny. Without really thinking, I pull my underwear front open and pull my dick out. I start jerking off to thoughts of my naked mom while she sleeps about 5 feet away from where I stand. Keeping my erection in my right hand, I step forward to touch her right leg with my left hand. I gently touch her shin, then move up to her warm thigh. It’s very smooth and soft. I wonder if she’s this soft all over.

I start to squeeze her exposed thigh a little, which produces a slight shift in her body and a soft moan from her mouth. I’m risking getting caught, but don’t think I care at this point. After yesterday morning, what kinds of limits are there? I squeeze her thigh again and slide my hand farther up so I can feel warmth emanating from her concealed vagina. She lets out another moan, this time a little louder. I watch her hips writhe a little in response to my touching. I bring my eyes back to her face and am shocked to see he wide awake looking back at me. Startled, I pull my hand away.

(Beth)

“Hi, baby.” I wake to a great feeling of being touched near my pussy. I see Corey standing a couple of feet away with an erection in his right hand, slowly stroking it while reaching out to me with his left hand. What a surprising way to wake up in the middle of the night.

(Corey)

Mom just looks at me as if this isn’t unusual.

(Beth)

“Keep stroking your cock.”

(Corey)

I do as instructed and keep slowly jacking off beside my mom. She calmly watches, shifting her focus between my face and erection every few seconds. Then, she starts rubbing her left hand over her tits, making the shapes of her nipples appear under her shirt in the moonlight coming through her window. She starts whispering to me.

(Beth)

“Do I turn you on?”

(Corey)

“Yeah.”

(Beth)

“Does Mommy make you want to cum?”

(Corey)

“Oh, yeah.” My right hand picks up speed, jerking off faster than before. Mom devilishly smirks at my answer.

(Beth)

“Are you going to cum soon?”

(Corey)

“I think so.” She reaches her right hand out to put it behind my butt, then strongly pulls me closer to her so that I’m standing over her now.

(Beth)

I look down at my son’s erection and it looks big from where I am. It’s still hard to see, though, because of the darkness and him blocking most of the light coming through the window. He still has underwear on, so I don’t have a full view of it and can’t see his balls at all. He’s still jacking off with a good amount of speed, now pressed against the side of my bed so that his dick is above me. “Do you want to cum on me?”

(Corey)

“Uh-huh.” Again, Mom has made me speechless with her sexiness.

(Beth)

“Say it.”

(Corey)

“I want to cum on you.”

(Beth)

“Who do you want to cum on?”

(Corey)

“You, Mom.”

(Beth)

“Say it all together. Tell me what you want to do to who.”

(Corey)

“I want to cum all over you, Mom.”

(Beth)

“Good.”

(Corey)

Mom slowly pulls her shirt up to reveal her big tits. They fall to the sides as she completely removes the shirt and lies topless in front of me. Her pink nipples look hard, she aroused. She grabs both of them and starts lightly pinching.

(Beth)

“Cum all over your mother’s tits, baby. Give me your cum.” Corey is furiously jerking now as I await his explosion. I lick my lips and open my mouth to entice him a little more. “Come on mommy’s big tits.”

(Corey)

My legs start shaking, then my cock erupts. I fall forward and brace myself with my left hand next to Mom’s head while spraying my seed all over her big sweaty tits. She throws her back and moans with pleasure.

(Beth)

My son dumps his warm load across my chest to the sound of his wet masturbating. His semen is surely being spread onto his shaft as he uncontrollably orgasms onto me. I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on. I grab his ass with my right hand and squeeze. He grunts and sprays a few more ropes onto me. “Ooooh, yeah. That’s my baby.”

(Corey)

This was probably the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had. Even better than yesterday’s. I look down at Mom and see her looking up at me. She lets go of my butt and brings her right hand to herself and starts spreading my semen across her beautiful tits. It looks like she’s trying to use it as rubbing lotion.

(Beth)

“Mmmm. Thank you. That was a nice surprise.”  I get one more glance at my son’s member before he stands up and tucks it back into his underwear. “Go back to bed. We can talk tomorrow.”

(Corey)

“Okay.” Still not knowing how to act or what to say, I turn around and walk away, leaving my cum-covered mom on her bed to go back to sleep. Holy shit, I can’t believe that just happened and was actually given the green light to do it. I get back in bed with so many thoughts and questions swirling around in my brain before falling asleep again without any sexual frustration.

(Beth)

Feeling satisfied with what just happened, I close my eyes to drift back to sleep coated by my son’s sperm. I rub it around myself a little more, considering its texture before eventually passing out.