Honey-do List

Nineteen was a good year for me. I was out of the house for the first time, not far from home but far enough to feel independent. I was in my first year at State U (pre-med), and thanks to my Dad's successes my tuition and basic living expenses were covered. I had a part-time job at a coffee shop to earn spending money and flirt with the art school girls, but otherwise I could just focus on my studies.

Speaking of Dad, that success didn't come free. He worked long hours and travelled constantly. I learned early on that this was just how our family was - Mom and I lived our lives, and Dad would drop in occasionally to pat me on the head, give mom a peck on the lips, and swap out the clothes in his suitcase. I exagerate a little, but not much. It didn't occur to me until much later how lonely it all must have been for Mom.

Mom never complained though. She had a nice house in a nice neighborhood, a new car every few years, and while Dad was absent he wasn't abusive and didn't treat her like a trophy. Her life was secure and she could focus on raising her only son, and volunteering with the local church.

Mom and Dad had met young - he had been a 27-year-old business hotshot, she an 18-year-old doe-eyed front desk girl at his fitness club. Of all the men who would flirt casually with her every day somehow he said the right thing on the right day, and she ended up pregnant with me.

Now she was 37, and I'd been gone for almost a year. I'd done the gap year bum-around-Europe thing before coming home just long enough to pack and move to an off campus studio apartment. Now my life was just the drudgery of undergrad classes and oatmilk lattes.

Today, like most days, my phone buzzed around lunch time.

"Hi, Mom"

"Hi kiddo!" she chirped. I probably should have been bothered by still being called that, but I wasn't. I was a little more bothered by her insistent cheerfulness. She'd always been kind of a Polyanna, but it was genuine. "Just wanted to call and see how my man is. Your aunt Megan called this morning, and..." Mom proceeded to fill me in on all the latest family gossip, the happenings at the church community service committee, and her progress on the latest garden project. "Next time you're down here I could really use your help with a few things. The light in the dining room is out, and I want to get some mulch at Big Al's, and..." this was were I usually said something about being busy with o-chem or stats, and it was usually true, but at that moment I was caught up and I hadn't been home in a month or two. And something in Mom's voice made me a little homesick.

"Sure, Mom. I was actually thinking about coming down this weekend. Is Dad going to be around?"

There was a pause, then "Oh! Really? That would be great, honey! No, your father is at another conference somewhere, you know how it is. It would just be us but you should come! When are you thinking? I'll make something nice for dinner and maybe Meg and your cousins will want to drop by, and..." I cut her off before she could start brainstorming the whole weekend.

"I'm actually pretty caught up around here. I just need to grab a few things and I can go. Be there tonight?"

"Yaaayyy!" Mom practically squealed, and I could picture her hopping up and down with undisguised glee like she did when she got even moderately good news.

"Ok, ok, Mom, it's not that big a deal. Have your chore list all ready for me and I'll see you soon."

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A couple hours later I pulled up to the house. When I stepped through the front door, Mom scurried over to give me a big hug. For a moment I thought about how an outside observer might mistake this moment for the husband coming home from work to his loving wife, and then I had a pang of sadness knowing that my Dad had forsaken so many chances to enjoy that bit of domestic bliss. I hugged Mom back, then dropped my bag and looked around the room.

Mom had been busy. The living room was rearranged. The big sectional was now on the other side of the room, more or less at the base of the stairs, under Mom's cheesy word-art. "To all who come to this happy place: Welcome" read in a random combination of stencilled block and cursive lettering.

"I missed you, Mom," I said, "it's nice to be home for a minute."

Mom just grinned at me and pinched my side through my t-shirt, then turned and practically skipped towards the kitchen. She was dressed in her standard around-the-house uniform of black leggings and a shirt that showed just a hint of midriff. Neither was so tight as to raise eyebrows, but it still showed off a body that most 37-year-old moms would kill for. Her dark brown hair was in a messy pony tail, and as she headed for the kitchen I had another moment to wonder at how Dad could stand to stay away so much.

I hadn't been one of those guys that's secretly obsessed with their mother from the day the hormones started flowing. I mean, I had that one hot teacher that I jerked off too more than once, but otherwise I'd been a healthy teenage boy with a healthy interest in girls my own age. But something about that year away and Mom's enthusiastic greeting had me seeing her in a new light.

Dinner was nothing fancy, but a home cooked meal after so long was a treat. I did my best to follow along as Mom chattered away, but I kept finding my gaze dropping to her breasts, so clearly outlined in her top. Finally Mom leaned back and stretched in her seat, and I had a flash in my mind of her naked breasts jutting out, and me squeezing and sucking at them. "Netflix?" she asked with one eyebrow cocked. I buried the mental image as fast as I could. Thank god she didn't add "and chill" or I might choked on my drink.

"Sure, sounds good. I am kinda pooped from the drive though, so I might turn in soon," I lied. I wasn't tired, far from it. I was confused by my sudden horniness for this woman who birthed me though. Maybe, the sooner I could get to my room and "relieve some tension" while staring at some age-appropriate (and unrelated!) Instagram model, the sooner I would get my mind off my Mom's rack.

Mom ushered me to the couch and queued up some incredibly forgettable movie. Forgettable because it sucked, but also because my attention was solidly on my mother the whole time, no matter how I tried to refocus almost anywhere else. She lounged beside me, her calves across my legs, and wiggled her toes at me. "I'm not crowding you am I?" she grinned at me again, a little more slyly than earlier.

"No, mom, you're fine," I answered. Reflexively I started rubbing her feet and she practically purred, rolling to her side to face the movie. Her hips made a dramatic slope down to her waist, then up to where her shirt had crept up, revealing just the bottom of the simple black bra she wore beneath it. I found my hand resting on her thigh, just above the knee, and my cock twitched. I prayed she wouldn't notice her son practically drooling over her. If she did she didn't acknowledge it and I spent the next 120 or so minutes thinking of nothing but the backs of her thighs against my hip and her supple legs under my hand, and desperately resisting the urge to slide my hand up the slope of her waist to fondle one of her breasts.

Soon enough the credits rolled, and as I hurriedly said goodnight and headed for my room I was buzzing with horniness. Mom watched me go with a faintly puzzled expression. I'd made a show of bringing the blanket from the couch with me to cover the raging erection in my pants, and as soon as I was safely behind my door I stripped and pulled out my phone to try and get the image of my mother out of my head. I desperately tried to refocus on a little blond from Florida, teasing her OnlyFans, but I couldn't do it. I scrolled furiously hoping something would grab my attention, and then something did. Unfortunately it didn't help - it was an older woman, not so different looking from Mom, posing in an outfit that was somehow conservative and teasing at the same time, accentuating her curves just as Mom's had done earlier. "Busting out my holiday outfit early, how is it December already?? The boys won't know what hit 'em this year ????????????".

It was more than I could take and my hand started whipping up and down my shaft, visions of my sweet, loving mother bouncing on my cock. Moments later I was mopping the jizz off my chest and wondering what was happening to me. I crept down the hall to finish cleaning up and get ready for bed, and felt a particularly hot flash of shame as I passed Mom's room. Her door was open a crack and dim light shown out into the dark hallway. I couldn't help myself, and leaned up to the doorjam to peek through. When I say what I saw almost killed me, I mean it. Mom was on her back on her bed. Her robe was still on her shoulders but lay open, and otherwise she was naked. Her breasts wobbled as her hand moved between her legs. Her body flexed and undulated and a tiny moan escaped her lips.

"Oh, god, baby..." she whispered, the words clear as a bell in the quiet house. She dipped two fingers into her pussy, rocking her hips against an imaginary partner. Is she fantasizing about Dad, I wondered? She moaned again. "Please, please fuck me..." her fingers picked up some speed, thrusting in and out of her wetness with audible slurps. Despite just blowing a huge load in my bedroom minutes before, my cock was immediately at full mast.

"Please, I need it so bad baby... Please fuck momma..."

If my cock was hard before, now it was throbbing. Jesus, was Mom actually fantasizing about me!? It couldn't be. The pace of her masturbation kept increasing. She was in as big a hurry as I had been. Her ass flexed and her hips fully lifted from the bed as she frigged herself.

"Yes, baby, momma needs it... Momma needs her boy's cum... Momma's gonna cum on your big cock... Momma's gonna cum!" and with a gasp and a squeal her hips lifted again and she came, her body shuddering, her tits shaking with the energy of her orgasm. I hadn't even realized I was rubbing my cock again until I felt my balls tighten and I began to cum along with her. I managed to cup my hand under my cock and catch the semen before it could fall to the floor, but a drop or two escaped and beaded on the carpet outside Mom's door. Finally she collapsed back on the bed with a sigh.

"Oh, fuck, what am I doing," she whispered to the room. "He's your son..."

I was frozen for a few minutes as I watched her catch her breath. Finally she got up and walked towards the master bath, hips swaying under the robe. Awareness returned to my body and I awkwardly padded down the hall to the bathroom to rinse away the evidence of my sexual confusion.

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The next morning I woke to cold sunlight streaming into my childhood bedroom. I blinked and rubbed my eyes. I shrugged on a robe and headed for the bathroom. As I reached the open door of Mom's room the memory of the night before bubbled up. I looked down, and saw two tiny white spots on the carpet - they could have been anything, but I knew exactly what they were, and my face flushed with shame at the memory.

Twenty minutes later I was showered and downstairs, and Mom was feeding me and bubbling over about all the projects she had planned out for our Saturday. I ate and tried not to replay the memory of her finger fucking herself and begging for her son's, that is my, cum.

The rest of the day was a blur. We ran errands and I slung bags of compost and fertilizer. We fixed a gate in the back yard, and I dragged boxes of Christmas decorations down from the attic, and brought boxes of Halloween and Thanksgiving decorations up to take their place. I snuck looks at her body as we worked, and more than once I thought I caught her watching me with a dangerous little smirk on her face.

At last we found ourselves back in the living room, the last item on her honey-do list checked off.

"Is that it, Mom?"

"Oh kiddo, that was great, I would have waited all winter for your father to get around to that stuff. Thankyouthankyouthankyou!" she leaned into me and hugged me tight, her tits pressing into my chest.

"You're sure? Nothing else on the list?" I laughed, "Nothing else Dad's been neglecting?" The words left my mouth before I even thought about the double entendre. Mom leaned her head back and looked up at me with a glint in her eye.

"You!" she said with feigned shock. "What are they teaching you college kids these days? No, nothing else, and anyway I have to have something saved up to guilt you into coming back next time!"

"Mom, I'm happy to come any time. I know Dad's not around enough so I want to do everything I can for you," I said, staring into her eyes now. "Anything you need, I'll do."

She returned the stare, and I thought I felt her nipples harden under her shirt. "You're a good boy," she almost whispered, then patted my chest and rested her head against me. "You father is gone a lot..." she trailed off.

In that moment a sane 19-year-old might have given his mother an awkward hug and then ended the moment. After the last 24 hours I was clearly not that. Instead I did something insane. I reached my hand up Mom's back and let my fingers twine in her hair until I was holding the back of her head. Then I tightened my grip just a bit, and pulled her head back until that beautiful face was looking up at me again, this time with a confused smile. I brought my face to hers, and kissed her. Not a thoughtful peck from a son, but a strong, urgent kiss full of lust. I felt her mouth open to me and my tongue snaked into her. She moaned into my mouth, and while my left hand held her head to mine, my right passed over her body, feeling the curve of her hips, then up to squeeze her breasts, then down to cup her ass and pull her into my raging hard on.

Finally I broke the kiss for a moment. Mom started to say something but I interrupted. "I saw you last night, Mom," I said. Her body trembled at the realization of what I had seen, and heard. "I know what you need, but you're afraid to ask for it, so I'm going to give it to you anyway."

Her lips were still parted, her brown eyes a swirl of confusion, fear, and lust. "No! We we can't, I'm your mother," I silenced her with another kiss. This time I felt her lips part wider, and her tongue hesitantly reached out and ran over my teeth. I felt her body relax into mine, and I knew it was all inevitable now. I began removing both of our clothes as fast as I could, breaking the kiss for the briefest moment to pull her shirt over her head, shedding my own clothes, reaching into her tights to knead her ass and then shove the offending garments down and off. I found her hand and brought to my naked cock, wrapping her fingers around it, encouraging her to feel the hardness of her son, to explore the cock that was about to make us both sinners of the highest order. My precum oozed and lubricated her hand, and she rubbed it around my cock head, making me shiver with anticipation.

I walked her gently back towards the couch, our lips still locked in a frantic incestuous kiss. Her legs touched the couch and she sat, then leaned back into the cusions, her now-naked breasts parting and settling on her chest. I followed, my kisses now moving down her neck, across her chest, until I found her nipples standing erect. I took one and then the other into my mouth, suckling and tonguing them as I squeezed her breasts. Mom moaned, my other hand slid down to her pussy, and she gasped as my fingers found her wetness.

"Baby, ohmygod, oh, baby, no, you shouldn't, it's wrong, it's aaahh" her words stopped as I hooked a finger and slid it into her cunt, feeling my mother from the inside for the first time since I'd been born. I found the rough spongey patch of her g-spot and rubbed, just as my thumb found her clit, and I felt her clamp down on my fingers and her pussy almost forced me out with the strength of her sudden orgasm. When her body finally went limp again I withdrew my fingers and brought them to my mouth, licking her cream from my hand as my other hand fisted my cock and brought it to her entrance.

Mom looked down at my engorged cock, nudging into the space between her thighs, her sopping wet labia drooling over the head as it was drawn, almost magnetically, to the one place most forbidden to it. The look in her eyes was disbelief. She looked up at me, almost pleading, whether for me to stop or me to go on neither of us was sure. My cock was sure, though. My back flexed, and I began to slide my cock up into my mom's overheated pussy. Cunt cream oozed around my shaft, her body working to draw it in and smooth it's way. The heat was incredible and we were both moaning now.

"Ohhhh fuck Mom, fuck you feel so good, so hot inside, I fucking love you so much," I leaned down and kissed her again, biting her lower lip as my cock slid fully home and nestled up against her cervix.

"Jesus baby, you're really doing it, you're really fucking me," she groaned, staring down at the juncture of our bodies. "I needed this so bad," she whimpered around my tongue. "You're right, I never thought it could happen but we're doing it, you're doing it, you're so fucking hard for your momma, it's so deep,"

Her hips were rocking and I drew my cock back out until just the head remained, then slid back again. Then again. And again, settling into a rhythm, pistoning my young cock in and out of my mom's pussy, thinking of nothing but the incredible joy of fucking my own mother. The excitement had me harder than I'd ever been, and I felt simultaneously like I could explode at any moment and I could go all night, never stopping.

Mom locked her legs around my back, drawing me in as deep as she could on each thrust, giving a grunt each time my cock bottomed out and ground on her clit. I picked up the pace, slamming into her now. I felt a trickle of sweat, and leaned my head back, looking away from the sight of Mom's perfct tits rolling on her chest from the impacts of my fucking in hopes I could put my orgasm off just a little longer. For a moment my eyes focused on the lame word art. "To all who come to this happy place, Welcome". This house had always been a happy place for Mom and me but now - with my impossibly hard cock sawing in and out of her pussy, our comingled fluids leaking and staining the couch cushions and rug, the smell of sex and the obscene sounds of mother and son rutting like animals filling the room - now this house would never feel the same again. I imagined Aunt Megan and the cousins sitting on this couch, under those words, clueless to the depravity that had taken place here. If Dad had come home at that moment, we couldn't have stopped. We were too committed to our crime, to engrossed in the act of incest to care about anything else.

"God Mom, I can't take it, you're too hot, I'm gonna cum soon," I gasped and shuddered. Mom just looked up at me and nodded her head up and down, wordlessly (for once) encouraging me. Her hands went to my ass and pulled me deeper. Three more strokes and I exploded, my cock blasting jet after jet deep in her starved little cunt. Feeling her son break and begin filling her with his potent seed sent Mom over the edge too and she began another violent orgasm, her pussy walls squeezing and contracting and milking my cock for all the incestuous load it could get. Mom's moan was more a scream this time, and I gasped and groaned as my balls emptied themselves in her.

Finally, I collapsed next to her on the couch and we formed a sweaty heap of naked flesh and oozing cum, our breath ragged from the effort (and the indescribable reward) of breaking basic natural law. Mom gazed down at my cock, cum still oozing from the tip, then reached down and trailed her fingers along the underside.

"You always had a cute little cock," she whispered, "but I never thought I'd get to see it like this."

"Don't worry Mom," I said, hugging her to me. "you won't have to go without again. I'll make up for all Dad's lost time."

Mom smiled up at me and then this time, she kissed me. My cock twitched and pulsed and began to harden again, and minutes later Mom was impaled on my length, this time on top, shamelessly grinding her sopping cunt against my pubic bone as my cockhead slid against her cervix. I don't know how I still had cum in my balls after my first orgasm, but I did, and I gave it all to Mom again. The third time I fucked mom from behind, ramming into her and watching her ass cheeks ripple and bounce against my thrusts. Somehow I almost came faster than the first two times as her vaginal canal squeezed my cock harder than ever, demanding I fill it again with the incestuous sperm it thirsted for.

The rest of the weekend was a blur as, with the dam thoroughly burst, we made up for lost time. When I made it back to school and my little studio apartment the following Monday we had fucked at least a dozen times. We talked on the phone a day or two later and Mom admitted she was so sore and apparently walking so funny that one of the church ladies had asked if she was ok. I started to apologize, worried maybe I had actually hurt her, but she shushed me.

"Baby, what happened this weekend was wrong. If anybody ever found out... but I've never been so happy. And, um, I just noticed another light is out in the upstairs hall. When can you come fix it for me?"