Catalyst of Pink

Author's note: This story functions as a stand-alone tale, but its events take place after those of 'Eye of the Appreciator' in the same universe. The two stories share a bit of overlap so you might consider reading both if you enjoy this one.

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1.

Dave descends the stairs and enters the main floor of the small, two-storey house carrying a laundry basket full of the week's clothing. As he passes the living room his mother calls to him from the couch, "honey, can you grab the laundry out of my room, as well. There's a pile in my hamper." She flips a page in her fashion magazine without looking up.

"Sure, Mom." He puts the basket down on the hardwood floor and scampers back upstairs. He heads to the end of the hall, passing his own bedroom, and pushes open the door to his mom's room.

Typically, he doesn't spend time in here and never enters unless given a reason. The softness of the atmosphere, violet walls, frilly decorations, and faint odor of perfume make it feel like a mysterious, foreign land. Actually, it's a place that has planted a seed of intrigue in Dave's mind, especially lately. He's 18 now -- a young man -- and finds himself thinking much less about girls and much more about women. Well, he's standing in a woman's bedroom right now and this gives him a fuzzy feeling deep down, perking up his curiosities.

What does she do in here? She doesn't even have a TV.

He looks at the smooth sheets of the king-size bed without a wrinkle on them and the far too many small pillows piled high. Then to the big, wooden dresser opposite it, covered in makeup products and various nick-knacks. He pictures his mother alone in here, exiting the en suite bathroom, hair still wet from her nightly shower, moving from dresser to closet, changing, laying in bed reading...

There are a few books piled up on her beside table beside her alarm clock. Sitting down on her bed, he plays with the soft fabric of her comforter while he reads their titles. They're all cheesy romance stories.

How can she read this stuff?

He grabs her hamper and leaves, descending the stairs once again to find his mom still fixated on the photos in her magazine, her long legs stretched out as her crossed feet rest on the coffee table. Stacking the two laundry baskets atop one another, he passes through their small kitchen and goes down into the basement before pouring out both baskets on the tile floor in front of the washing machine.

Something pops out of his mom's laundry pile that seizes his attention. Protruding from the side of the cotton mountain is a tiny, pink waistband. Pinching it between thumb and finger, he pulls on it. Out comes a well-worn pair of panties. His eyes open wide as he gazes with fascination at the skimpy treasure in his hands. Of course, he knows that his mom wears underwear, but he had no idea she wore things like this.

He has seen a few girls at school wearing underwear with little waistbands. Sometimes they're visible when they bend over. Dave always looks. He counts himself lucky when he gets to catch a glimpse of a thong or two throughout the day. But he has never dreamed that his mom also wears this style.

Now that he considers it, she does have the body to show off a sexy pair of undies. Being honest, Dave would admit that his mom's curvy bottom is actually nicer than the small, tight butts of the girls at his school. He's always loved wide hips and bubble butts.

He tosses the panties into the machine, along with the rest of the colors, and starts it up.

Upstairs, he joins his mom in the living room, plopping down onto the other end of the big, green couch and watches her peruse her magazine. He notes her wavy, chestnut hair falling backward across her shoulders and her white blouse pulled tight across her ample bust. But his attention is ultimately drawn to her hips, wrapped in a pair of faded, blue jeans. Having just seen a sample of her lower-body wardrobe, his imagination is all fired up.

What does she have on right now? One of those little pairs?

His often-used, pretend x-ray vision kicks in and her jeans fade away. Dave can practically see the little, pink triangle emerging from between her thighs and the thin waistband wrapping over her wide hips to connect it to the equally tiny triangle at the back. His dick twitches. For a moment, he tries to resist where his mind is going -- it's his mom, after all -- but this moment of hesitation is short-lived and soon he is vividly picturing her legs turning toward him on the couch as she opens her milky, white thighs.

"Can I help you with something?" She still doesn't look up from the glamour photos.

"Um, I, uh, got the laundry started."

"That's good. Thanks, hun. Was there anything else?"

"Well, I was just, um, wondering if you need a glass of water or something."

"I'm fine, thanks." She finally looks up and smiles warmly at him. She's got the kind of face that can put anyone at ease -- a wide, playful smile and dancing eyes. "Actually, I should get those dishes finished and go lay down. I'm starting to feel tired."

She gets up and goes to the kitchen while Dave watches her backside, his x-ray vision still in effect.

Feeling another twitch in his pants, he snaps back to reality. Running back upstairs, he retreats to his own bedroom. Yes, he knows that looking at his mom that way is wrong and he feels dirty for his inappropriate thoughts. But it's a warm, fuzzy kind of dirtiness, which he enjoys. He'd like to masturbate, but he resists. Enough of him still wants to remain pure.

2.

Odette is in the kitchen, once again preparing dinner for herself and her son. It's a chore that she has never minded. Providing for and raising David has been one of the few joys of her life and she will never complain about all the work it's taken to mother him. Being a single parent has been difficult, but the hardest parts are over. She doesn't need to run from her abusive ex-husband anymore. She no longer needs to worry about all the cheating or about him showing up drunk in the middle of the night, threatening violence. He is in prison now and he'll be there for a long time. It hurts her to admit it, but it's for the best. She had been relieved when she'd gotten the news because she'd finally known that her and David would be safe together. Since then, she's vigilantly taken control of her life, now reluctant to ever relinquish her autonomy again.

Nowadays, she's a woman who seems to have everything in order. After receiving and wisely investing a sizeable inheritance a few years back, she hasn't had to stress about finances. She's very careful with her money and doesn't live frivolously. Though, she continues to work a part time job as a receptionist at the medical clinic to keep herself busy. She's always organized and on time, always clean and tidy, always prepared, disciplined, and calm. And, sadly, apart from the occasional outing with her girlfriends, always alone.

Sure, she receives plenty of attention from guys. In fact, she finds herself accepting dates from men every few months, though, none of them lead anywhere. Worried about repeating her past, she's now only capable of going out with safe men who pose no threat to her. And, disarmed by the fear of offending, these nice men, with their soft, beer bellies and balding heads, don't arouse her. Yes, they are gentle and courteous, and the polite conversation flows easily. But not one of them has made her feel excited. So she goes without sex, as she has for over a decade.

How does she soothe herself when her unmet desire burns? She exercises like a demon -- running 10 kilometers most mornings and lifting weights in the afternoons when she doesn't have a shift at the clinic. She takes pride in her figure. She also plays with herself -- a lot. It can be tough to stifle her moans so as not to be heard by David in their small home. But when her son is not home, she lets herself go, allowing her wails of pleasure to echo down the hall as she releases the tension she has been holding. She thinks of herself as her own lover -- and she is very thorough. She credits her special "alone time" as being the one thing that has gotten her through such a long dry spell.

Though she enjoys allowing herself to moan loudly, a part of her prefers her self-pleasure sessions while David is home. The challenge of keeping herself quiet while knowing that her son is just beyond one thin wall has been arousing her more and more of late. She likes knowing that, even if there isn't a man in her bedroom, there is at least one in the house. She doesn't spend much time questioning why David's proximity is such a turn on. She just enjoys it. Permitting one's self to enjoy little things in life, no matter what those little things are, is a personal philosophy of Odette's.

Her imagination has become quite vivid after all these years of practice. While playing with herself, she pictures various handsome and rugged men she has seen throughout the day. She imagines them coming into her bedroom and having their way with her. They aren't timid like the safe men with whom she finds herself going out on coffee dates. No, these men are aggressive and determined. In her fantasies they grab her small body and use it like they own it, the same way they go through life -- taking what they want. While touching herself, just thinking about the way these men have looked at her gets her close to her climax, but the spark that brings her over the edge is when she imagines being taken. She doesn't want a man to ask for permission. She wants a man to grab her and fuck her.

She has seen these men admiring her. She sees their eyes dart up and down to take in her feminine figure. She knows they want her. But she ignores them -- giving them the cold shoulder. Traumatic memories flash through her mind. She fears letting another strong, dangerous man like this into her life. What might they be capable of? She won't allow herself to be hurt again.

She finishes preparing two plates of pasta and roasted chicken for herself and David and they sit down to eat. He is the only man in her life and this makes her happy. They love each other and she needs nothing more. Yes, she craves having a lover in her bed, but she's okay with the way things are. It's okay, she tells herself for the thousandth time. I'm okay.

3.

It's been a long day at school. Dave didn't sleep well last night and he is looking forward to relaxing at home for the evening and going to bed early. This week, he's been inundated with homework assignments. Teachers always warned him that his senior year would be tough and they weren't lying. He knows he needs to earn high grades for when he applies to university and the stress is beginning to get to him. But he doesn't want to disappoint his mother. She's done so much for him and he would be devastated to let her down. She's always told him that she will be proud of him no matter what and that she only wants for him to be happy. He believes her, but he feels the pressure none-the-less.

He used to be jealous of the other guys in school who had siblings and fathers. His own dad was a deadbeat. Dave doesn't know much about him beyond the fact that the guy will be spending many years in prison. His mother doesn't like talking about it and Dave learned a while ago not to ask.

Growing up as an only child, Dave was bored a lot at home and didn't understand why he didn't have what so many of his friends had. But as he's matured, he's realized that life deals different cards to different people. He finds himself simply being thankful to have the mother that he does and appreciates how much she has sacrificed for him.

He is trudging along the same route he takes almost every day after school when something catches his eye. Lavender Delights is definitely not the type of store where he usually shops. In fact, he probably has never set foot in a women's clothing store. But there's something about the way the loose fitting, red skirt hangs from that mannequin's hips that makes him stop in his tracks. He stares at it while feeling slightly ashamed to be checking out a mannequin, of all things. But in his defense, this mannequin does have nice curves -- wide hips and a thin waist. It looks a lot like a woman that Dave knows very well.

That skirt would look great on Mom.

The thought shocks him. He's never considered his mother's clothing choices before, and certainly not whether or not an outfit looks good on her! He quickly scampers away from the window and within a few steps he can no longer smell the aroma of incense which had emanated from the open door. He puts the embarrassing moment out of his mind and hurries home.

4.

Odette is in her dim, lamp-lit living room sitting in her corner of the couch and idly flipping through a fashion magazine when it happens again. For the past few days she has been doubting herself, not believing what she has been noticing. She's wondered if she's going crazy. But this time there is little room for doubt. Out of the corner of her eye she sees David looking at her -- staring, actually. She lifts her eye brows and turns her head toward him and he quickly looks back at the book he's pretending to read.

He's checking me out.

She knows she's right. She's always been able to detect when a man is eyeing her. It's her sixth sense. And for the last week she's been sensing a lot of glances coming from the young man she lives with. This surprises her. Of course, she knows she's an attractive woman but she didn't expect to be catching the attention of such a young guy who spends most days surrounded by cute teens. She smiles. But, before she allows herself to feel too complimented she needs to be sure. She'll perform a test.

Stretching her upper body to her right, away from her son, so that he'll know she can't see him, she lifts her feet out of her slippers and sets them down on the coffee table in front of her. After she finishes her stretch, she drops the magazine on the couch and brings her hands forward, scratching her knees before letting her finger tips drag upward along her thighs, pulling the hem of her baby-blue house dress with them. By the time she's finished, her toned legs are fully on display from mid-thigh all the way to her toes.

That should do it.

Finally, she brings her face back around and pays attention to David in her peripheral vision. As she expected, he is looking right at her, totally mesmerized by the show she has just put on. She sets her magazine back in her lap, but keeps notice of him at the edge of her sight. He just keeps staring! It's not until she looks right at him that he finally returns his eyes to his own book.

"Reading something interesting, dear?"

"Uh, not really, just something for school. It's my history textbook."

"A little boring?"

He reddens. "Yeah, I guess."

She chuckles and leaves him be.

A few minutes later, Odette decides it's time for another test. The first was so much fun, after all. Once again, she sets down her magazine. She then stretches her arms high above her head, arching her back and pushing her chest forward. She stretches her neck to the right again, so that he will feel free to look, if he is so inclined, and holds this pose for several long seconds. When she returns to normal, she again notices that he's been watching her, mouth open and eyes wide. Unbelievable.

The little sneak, gawking at his own mother!

Odette is surprised that even after confirming her suspicions, she can't get mad. In fact, she feels a little flutter in her chest! She's flattered. However, she knows that he's young and that this is just a phase. He is a handsome boy -- athletic and confident. He'll find a girlfriend soon, start getting laid, and then his attentions will be directed somewhere more appropriate.

Still, she smiles to herself. What better compliment can a mother receive than to be admired by her boy?

An hour later, after the pair have each retired to their rooms, Odette is preparing her nightly routine. She steps out of her warm shower and dries her body with a fluffy, white towel. As always, she spends a few minutes brushing her long hair backward over her shoulders and rubbing cream into her smooth, white skin. Getting comfy and preparing for bed is one of her favorite parts of the day. Over the years, it has helped her sleep well so that she wakes up refreshed for her morning exercise.

Emerging from her en suite bathroom, she sits on the edge of her bed and flicks on her table lamp. She's always found that dim lighting sets a wonderfully, homey mood and she's placed lamps all over the house. Now the room basks in a faint, purple glow as she slips into her nightie and slides under the covers.

She hadn't planned it, but she finds her hands beginning to rub and explore her body. She lets them slide up under her nightie and massage her breasts before gently pinching each nipple. Unrushed, she deliberately takes a few long, relaxed breathes as she lets her mind calm. She focuses her attention on the few sounds she can hear -- a vehicle driving past the house, David opening and closing a drawer in his room, the wind rustling the tree outside. Then she focuses on and notes the sensations in her body -- the silk nightie bunched up around her chest, the soft cotton of her comforter against her skin, the warmth and tingle between her legs. Within minutes, she is fully in touch with her arousal and her exploring hands start to slide further down her torso before rubbing along each of her inner thighs. Soon her right hand nestles between her legs and she begins to gently play and rub in little circles while her left returns to her chest to pinch and massage her breasts.

There's a man in her house. That knowledge gets her going as she licks her fingers, getting them slippery before returning them between her legs, now starting to feel herself moistening at her own touch. There's a man just through that wall beside her. And he was eyeing her, checking her out. He couldn't resist looking at her! He is probably thinking about her body right now, maybe even having dirty thoughts about her. Odette only gets wetter as she drops the guardrails in her mind and let's herself revel in the implications of what she confirmed tonight. David has been ogling her -- checking out her breasts, legs, and probably her backside. He's likely even been fantasizing about her! She gets hotter and hotter as she lets herself wonder what kind of thoughts her son has had -- what kind of inappropriate desires he's had for her. As her climax builds and releases, she needs to bite down on her pillow to keep quiet.

5.

Dave sits at the kitchen table, watching his mother scrubbing some dishes at the sink. Her meaty butt jiggles as she works. He is mesmerized and again he wonders what kind of panties she's wearing.

She dries her hands and, to his astonishment, begins to untie her red skirt. Slowly, she lets it drop. She bends forward over the counter and slides the skirt over her hips and ass, revealing the little, pink thong! She looks back at him, smiling seductively. Her hands drop her skirt and, as it falls to the floor, they begin to rub and massage her ample cheeks, even spreading them apart enticingly.

Dave's eyes open wide. He is hard as steel and compulsion takes control as he rushes to her, dropping his pants in the process. He begins rubbing his pole against her. She moans as his hands slide up her sides and grasp her tits.

"Ooooo, yes, honey!" She coos for him.

Frantic, he grinds for mere moments before cumming in his boxers, wetting himself with a massive load of jizz that keeps coming and coming. He buries his face in her hair and hugs her tightly against him as she fades away, desperately inhaling her fleeting scent...

He awakens and finds himself in his bed. His heart races. There is a sticky mess in his underwear. He fixes the still-vivid memory in his mind, never wanting to forget it.

That morning during breakfast he can't take his eyes off of his mother. She seems to notice once or twice that he is staring at her but she only smiles. It might just be his teenage imagination, but he wonders if she is giving her hips an extra little swing in a few of her steps.

She gives him a long, tight hug and a wet kiss on the cheek before he leaves for school. "See you tonight, honey," she sees him off warmly.

Dave heads to school, passing most of the day thinking about that dream. He had felt a bit weird about it at first, even guilty. But the guilt had been short-lived and now he indulges happily in the memory of the beautiful hallucination. It had been wonderful to press himself against her and it had felt so real when he had just let his body go, releasing everything he had stored up. If only he could really do it!

He arrives home from school, crossing his fingers that he'll find the house empty. To his luck, his mom is not home. He licks his lips as he prepares to do what he's been considering for most of the afternoon.

He leaves his things upstairs and descends into the basement, flicking on the laundry room light. There he finds what he has been hoping for. He approaches the basket of his mother's dirty laundry and carefully begins to dig through it while making sure to leave everything as it originally was.

He is delighted to find his objective -- a pair of her underwear. This is not the skimpy, pink pair that he found before. These are a larger, more normal pair, and a simple beige in color. These are the type of ordinary underwear that any mom might wear on a typical day. But this fabric is anything but ordinary to Dave.

He stares at the garment with fascination -- not only admiring it, but studying it. He considers smelling it, even licking it, but he doesn't dare. He merely inspects it and enjoys handling it with awe, becoming hard as he lets his curiosity drive him.

He slowly shakes his head. This is the most fascinating object he has ever beheld. He looks at the waistband and notes the small, red hearts that ring the elastic top. He pinches the large back that covers her butt and tests the material between his fingers. It's quite thin. It would probably be see-through if it were stretched. How tightly does his mom's ass stretch this fabric? The triangular patch of material on the front is smaller. He looks at the part between the leg holes that so recently cupped her vagina. It's a bit discolored from months of wear. Dave thinks that's really fascinating and rubs his finger lightly across the stain.

Her pussy did this... Awesome!

His attention moves back to the waistband. For some reason he is intrigued by the little tag that is sewn onto the inside. He reads it completely three times, finding himself wanting to know all the details it holds -- where the garment is made, what size, out of what kind of fabric -- having that information is weirdly thrilling.

A few minutes pass. He doesn't want to return them to the hamper just yet. Unable to continue resisting, he brings them close to his face and sniffs. The aroma is absolutely intoxicating. He shoves them against his nose -- placing the discolored, central stain against his nostrils -- and inhales deeply. The scent of his mother's cunt hits his young brain like a gunshot and his eyes snap wide open. His body melts into a mass of tingly goo and he feels light-headed. In this state, he couldn't stand if he wanted to.

His heart is beating out of his chest, pressurizing his twitching cock like a hydraulic piston. He needs more. He returns for another inhale and this time he dares to lick the fabric that has so recently been pressed against a real vagina. His brain registers the taste and he begins to cum in his pants. Frantic, he rubs himself with one hand and keeps the panties pressed against his face with the other as he writhes on the floor.

He lays back on the cold tiles letting the panties rest on his face while he catches his breath. He wants to keep them, to hide them in his room, but he knows that would be too risky. Plus, he already feels guilty enough for the violation of privacy he has just committed.

He hears the front door open and close upstairs and quickly returns the sacred object to the laundry pile exactly where he found it. For the rest of the evening he feels electric. This is a totally new sensation and state of mind for Dave, and he loves it.

That night he makes a decision. He will buy a gift for his mom.

6.

Odette has continued to notice her son's admiration over the last few days. His eyes have been all over her! She's not sure what triggered this change, but truth be told, she loves it. She's been worried about him moving out soon and the thought of her nest being empty gets her depressed. Yes, David is a man now and she can't hold onto him forever, but she doesn't want it to happen so quickly. In the meantime, it brings her a bit of comfort to know that she can command his attention with a little sway of her hips or by unbuttoning the top of her blouse. Once, she even bent over in front of him in a pair of tight jeans while she spent a full 30 seconds rummaging through the bottom cupboard. When she finally stood up and looked back at him he was beet red and trying hard to hide a wide, boyish grin. It was so cute!

In her naughtier moments she's considered going even further. She could start leaving her robe untied, bend over in a miniskirt, or even let him walk in on her as she's getting out of the shower! She won't really do those things, of course, but she'll let herself have a bit of fun with her imagination. It's one thing to let him have a little, harmless crush, but it would be another for her to blatantly provoke him like that. She'll just enjoy it while it lasts.

She arrives home from her afternoon shift at the clinic and finds David sitting on the couch doing some homework. They briefly greet each other. He seems very calm -- like he is satisfied with himself. She watches him out of the corner of her eye as she passes but his eyes don't leave the pages in front of him. She frowns, feeling disappointed that he didn't watch her walk past him. He didn't get over his crush already, did he? She finds herself wondering if he's met a young lady at school. He's probably just studying hard, like usual. She's proud of him.

In her room she finds a surprise. There's a beautiful, cherry-red, cotton skirt lain atop her bed. She's never seen it before. It's not hers. But it's so cute! The fun color and flared style is just the type of thing she'd love to wear around the house. Where had it come from? It must have been from David. He's never bought clothing for her before. What's going on?

She lifts it up and admires the soft, flowy fabric. Holding it in front of herself, she checks herself out in the mirror. She loves it.

She goes back downstairs and this time David does look up at her. She says nothing, keeps a straight face, and begins to cook dinner. He grins and returns to his homework.

She cooks something typical in their household, steak and potatoes. It's a meal that David has always liked. During dinner she asks him about school.

"What are you studying so intently, honey?"

"History. I gotta' read like 20 pages before our test on Friday."

"I always loved history class back when I was in school."

"Really? You didn't think it was boring?"

"Not at all, I loved learning about all the different societies that existed. People can be so fascinating. What was normal at one point might be considered wrong in a different place or time."

"Well, I guess we're different that way. I can't stand all this reading about cultures and memorizing dates. It's so dry."

"So you're still a science, guy, huh?"

"At least science makes sense. You just read the problem, use the right formula, and you're done. No reading and critiquing endless essays."

Odette smiles. Her son is becoming a typical man, wanting everything to be so logical. "Oh, honey, exploring the gray areas are what makes the humanities so fascinating."

"I don't know, Mom, to be honest I prefer working on something that feels more... real. I'm starting to look at colleges and I'll probably be applying to a few engineering schools."

Odette feels a pang of sadness in her chest. She closes her eyes for just a moment to compose herself, but she can't hide it quick enough and David notices.

"Sorry, Mom, I know that you're not excited about me going away to college..."

Odette takes a few more moments to compose herself before responding. "Of course I'm proud of you and I know that you need to go live your life, but it's just happening a bit fast." She tears up.

David seems to hate seeing her upset. He puts his hand over hers and squeezes. They sit for a few minutes in comfortable silence.

"Thanks for dinner, Mom. Let me do the dishes."

She smiles and looks up at him, feeling better already. "Thanks, honey. Would you like to sit up with me in the living room for a while tonight, while I read my book?"

"Sure, Mom. I've got a bit more studying to do, anyways."

Odette goes back to her room while David cleans up. She puts on her new, cherry skirt with her favorite white tanktop and, again, admires herself in her full-length mirror. She looks great. The skirt hangs loosely on her hips and dangles a little past her knees. It's flowy and fun -- almost hippie. It's something an easy-going, relaxed girl would wear.

So he thinks I'm a cool, laid-back mom?

She beams at the thought, feeling reassured. She'd often felt insecure about her mothering. After raising David almost entirely on her own there had, of course, been moments when she'd lost her temper. She didn't like to admit it, but she'd yelled at him a few times and she still felt bad about it. She'd often wished that she could have been more gentle and compassionate, but sometimes the stress would be too much and she'd crack. Years of pressure can change somebody's personality. Now, knowing that her son saw her as the type of woman who could wear a skirt like this fills her with love and self-forgiveness. She remembers his hand clutching hers during dinner and has an urge to be near him again.

She struts and twirls once more for the mirror, pausing to smooth the material down the backs of her legs. The fabric tightens across her round behind and she frowns. She's always been a bit embarrassed by the size of her butt, despite all the compliments men have given her. If she could shrink it a bit, she would. But whenever she diets and loses weight, the pounds just seem to come off her waist while her stubborn, bubble butt stays the same size.

David is sitting on the couch reading when she enters the living room. She puts a hand on her hip and asks, "so where did this come from, mister?"

He laughs. "I just thought you'd like it, Mom."

"Is that all?"

"Well, I thought you'd look good in it, too. It's kinda your style."

My style? So he does think I'm care-free.

She grins, and without thinking, does a little twirl before smoothing down the fabric again. She realizes that she's blatantly showing off her butt and stops, suddenly shy. Then she notices him staring. He's just like those other men.

She smooths down the fabric again, giving him an extra long moment to ogle her curves. She gives herself a moment, too, to relish the naughty feeling growing within her. Then she sits on the opposite end of the couch from him, resting her feet on the coffee table.

"Well, thank you very much, my love," she says, warmly, "It's perfect. Just please don't spend any more of your hard-earned money on me, okay?"

"Haha, alright, Mom. You got it."

They both turn their attention to their book and begin to read. Odette has been working her way through a romance novel but it just hasn't gotten its claws into her yet. After a few minutes, she gives up and turns to her son, folding her left leg onto the small couch between them.

"I'm curious, though. What did you mean when you said it was my style?"

"Huh?" David looks up.

"The skirt, honey."

"Oh, uh... I guess it looked so good on the mannequin and I... pictured it on you instead." He shrugs.

"The mannequin?"

"Yeah, it kinda had your figure." Her reaches forward and picks up a bit of the soft, red fabric on her thigh. He pinches it, playing with it between his fingers. "You know? It had nice curves."

"No, I don't know. What do you mean?" She presses. She feels giddy, clinging to whatever he'll say next. For some reason she inches a bit closer to him. Now he can play more easily with the skirt, and he does.

"Um... it had hips like yours. Wide ones. And a curvy butt. It caught my eye." He grins sheepishly and looks down, finally removing his hand from her thigh.

Odette doesn't know what to say. David has never directly commented on her body before. She knows about his little crush, but she's surprised that he'd actually say something so direct. "Hmm, okay then," she says, returning her attention to her book. He does the same.

A few minutes pass before she begins to squirm once again. "So, do you like women like that?"

"Like what?"

"You know... with wide hips and a big-- behind?"

"All guys do, Mom." He stares right at her.

"But do you?"

His gaze breaks away and he shifts his hips around as he hesitates to answer. Odette loves that she can make her boy squirm.

He finds his composure and rests his hand along the back of the couch behind her. "Yeah, I do, Mom." He looks at her, holding her gaze while he begins to gently stroke her hair.

Odette had no idea that he had the resolve to display confidence even when obviously nervous. Where was this coming from? And why was her body responding so easily to it? Her heart was really starting to beat.

"And you? What do you like in a man, Mom?" He keeps playing lightly with her hair.

Now it's her turn to squirm, unable to hold his eyes. "Um... well, you know, the same things most woman like." She needs to get away, cursing him for turning the tables.

"And what's that?"

She exhales slowly. "I think I should be getting to bed, David."

"But it's still early. Why don't you stay up with me?" Now the backs of his fingers gently stroke the skin of her shoulder.

"I'm feeling-- tired. I really better lay down."

"Alright, Mom," he lets her off the hook. But before she can stand up he leans forward and kisses her warmly on the cheek. "Goodnight." He pulls away, smirking, unable to hide his happiness. He seems very content with himself -- perhaps satisfied with the state he's put his mom in.

Hugs have always been normal between the two of them. And she might give him a peck on the cheek from time to time. But him kissing her?!

"Honey, what was that for? You've never kissed me..."

"Don't you think a mother deserves a goodnight kiss from her son?"

"Yes, I suppose she does," Odette agrees, beaming inside. The moment of sadness that she'd felt during dinner now seems so distant she has basically forgotten it. Blushing, she excuses herself and goes to her room.

While drying off from her shower she reflects on the evening. As innocent as the kiss seemed, Odette knows that there were probably some naughty thoughts behind it. But she's okay with a bit of harmless flirting and she needs to enjoy all the quality time she can with her handsome boy before he goes off and starts sweeping college floozies off their feet. Besides, she adores her new skirt and it's only fair that David gets to have a little fun. He's right, as well. A mother does deserve goodnight kisses from her son. She permits herself a few naughty thoughts of her own before drifting off.

7.

Dave arrives home the following evening to see his mom wearing that red skirt again. She looks so natural in the color and style. She is practically dancing around the kitchen as she cooks, taking every opportunity to spin and twirl as she moves from fridge to counter to sink. He watches her, admiring her movements, for a few minutes before heading for the stairs.

He has plenty of homework tonight. Not only will Friday's exam not be a joke, but he needs to start working on some college applications. His two top university picks, Eagleworth and Brimington Universities both require an essay to accompany the application. He hits the books steady for two hours before his mom calls him downstairs for dinner.

Conversation is casual and light as the pair eat. Dave is able to catch a few glimpses of his mom's ass as she goes to the sink to refill her water glass. Admiring her like this fills him with an extra level of appreciation for everything she's done for him. Even these nightly meals are something a lot of guys don't get to count on. After dinner, it's back to the books.

Around midnight Dave needs to take a break. He's hungry again and goes into the kitchen to get a snack. Surprisingly, his mother is still sitting on the couch, legs crossed. The red skirt has slid a fair ways down the raised thigh of her upper leg. The only thing stopping it from falling right to her hip is the spine of the magazine she's reading. Her poised figure appears almost erotic in the shadowy, lamp-lit den.

After raiding the fridge he makes his return back through the living room. "Goodnight, Mom," he mutters.

"Not so fast, mister," she says. She sets the magazine down on the coffee table, open to a photo of an elegant woman in a form-fitting black dress. A daring slit rises up one of her legs.

Would Mom wear something like that?

"Where's my kiss?" She looks at him expectantly, expressionless.

Dave's head isn't quite in the game. "Your kiss?"

"My goodnight kiss, honey. You're not getting away so easy."

Dave approaches and puts his arm around her shoulders. He bends forward and pecks her quickly on the cheek.

She gently squeezes his hand. "That's better," she smiles warmly, "goodnight, honey." Her attention returns to her magazine.

8.

The next night Odette decides to go for a walk after dinner. As usual, her boy has his face in a textbook, so she's on her own.

She loves the way her neighborhood looks at dusk. The orange sky slowly darkens as the streetlamps light up, one by one. She nods to and greets the odd neighbor who are out walking their dogs. A few children fly past her on their bikes, doing wheelies and hopping up and down the curb. They remind her of David when he was a kid. She wishes they'd slow down or at least wear helmets.

Being in a safe suburb is a luxury that Odette will always appreciate. It wasn't until a few years ago that she was able to buy the house and move herself and David here. Before this, they'd been crammed into a tiny apartment downtown. They had managed, since David was still young then, but it wasn't ideal. The area had been rough and they usually spent their evenings overhearing drunken shouting from the other flats or garbage trucks emptying dumpsters outside. Evening walks weren't a good idea back then. Now she treasures simply being able to go outside without having to fear running into a few bad characters. She also treasures being able to sleep in near silence each night.

Yes, Odette has a lot to be grateful for. Least of all, the fine young man her boy has grown up to become. As she rounds the corner and finishes the final stretch of her walk, she takes a few minutes to reflect on how fortunate she is to have him in her life. Such a mature boy, he caused so few problems for her. He almost never got in trouble at school, never tried to sneak out to parties, never came home drunk or tried drugs. He is a near golden-child, especially considering the lack of a paternal figure in his life. He never even messed around with girls -- not even dating as far as Odette knows. Nope, he seems to have only ever had one woman in his life. And she's not complaining. Odette sometimes wonders why David never had a rebellious streak. Maybe it's still coming.

She returns home and sees her boy's door still closed, though there is a faint light emanating from the crack at the bottom. He's still studying. It's as if he's already away at college. That familiar pang of sadness hits her. Guiltily, she pushes it back down. She's got no right to stand in his way. She goes to her room to prepare her routine.

After showering and massaging cream into her skin, she dawns her favorite silk nightie and stands before the mirror admiring herself. As heavenly as she looks, with her clear skin and damp hair, she can't go and see David like this -- not with her pesky nipples so blatant. She ties a thin robe around herself and cinches the belt tight around her waist.

Taking a slow breath, she gently knocks on his door.

"Hey," he says from his desk.

She enters. These days his bedroom still looks much the same as it always has. There's a small bed shoved in the corner, a big desk in the other, and a television with a gaming system sitting on the floor beneath the window.

He's at the desk surrounded by books. A vision of him in a university library flashes through her mind. She sees him studying with a group of beautiful, young women -- probably helping them with their assignments. They're so grateful -- smiling, giggling, touching his arm...

He's going to grow up, Odette. You can't stop that. Just enjoy the time you have.

"I'm going to bed, honey." She looks at him expectantly.

"Okay, Mom. Goodnight."

She stays. There is an awkward moment as she simply stands at his door, waiting. Then he gets the message and stands up. Her heart flutters as he approaches her and wraps his arm around her side, firmly placing his big hand on her low back. She turns her head as he pulls her in, lovingly kissing her cheek. He is not rushed, in fact, he waits for a long moment before removing his lips from her skin. He tries to quietly smell her hair as he draws away, but she notices. Her chest flutters.

Good, enjoy me, my love.

The hand on her low back directs her body as he gently turns her, moving to the other side for a second peck on the opposite cheek. Her hand rises and rests against his firm chest as they each whisper their goodnights and back away.

9.

It's Wednesday and Dave's university application essays are almost finished. He's been staying up late to write and study history almost every night this week, but this isn't something new for him. It's not exactly clear where his work ethic comes from, but he's definitely got it. He gets invited out to parties from time to time but typically declines. He knows he should be at home, studying, and being near his mom. He feels it's his duty to be around, sort of making sure everything is okay -- like he's the man of the house, and always has been, even when he was young.

A part of him wonders what he's missing, especially when his friends talk about all the fun they had getting "wasted" and having wild times. He's only tried alcohol once or twice but never gotten drunk. And he hasn't dated any girls. He gets the feeling his mom wouldn't like it. Maybe when he's away at college he can experiment a bit more. And maybe he can finally find a girlfriend there, too. He would absolutely love to be with someone. But for now, there is only one woman in his life.

Dave's growing fascination with his mother has continued over the last two weeks. He's repeated his laundry room "research" a few times and always ends up writhing on the tile floor. It seems like every time he goes looking, he gets lucky and finds a fresh, sometimes wet, pair sitting out near the top of the pile. With a vagina-scented pair of mom-panties shoved against his face he almost doesn't even need to touch himself before he violently cums in his pants.

Any guilt he used to feel over violating her privacy is washed away by the euphoric state triggered by the scent of her divine nethers. He knows what he is doing is wrong, but he doesn't try to stop himself anymore. In a way, he feels he deserves access to her undergarments. After all, he'd probably have a girlfriend by now if it wasn't for her wanting him to be around all the time.

The essay he had needed to write for Eagleworth University had been the longest. It's one of the best engineering schools in the country and it will be his top pick. Tuition isn't cheap, but Dave is counting on getting a scholarship to help him afford it. Which is another reason he feels stressed about keeping his grades up.

He had to write about himself, his background, and what he feels he can bring to the school. The assignment ended up forcing him to reflect quite a bit on his life and what his mother did for him. He'd made sure to mention being raised by a single mom pretty early in the essay. By the time he'd finished writing, he'd had a new sense of gratitude for her.

The other school, Brimington, hadn't required such an extensive essay. It was just a few paragraphs about his strengths and why he wanted to study there. Based on his grades, he's confident he'll be accepted, although, he sees it as a backup school. Eagleworth is the real goal.

Both schools are in different states from his hometown and he'd need to travel by bus for over a day to reach either of them.

On a whim, he decides to fill out a third application. Sundale College isn't going to set him up for a career in engineering, but it does offer great design and mathematics courses. He decides that when she asks, he won't tell his mom that he's also applying to the local college. He doesn't want to get her hopes up.

Around 11 PM he needs a snack and goes to the kitchen where he sees his mom filling up her water glass at the sink. She is wearing a thin, green nightie that doesn't quite fall to her knees. It's held up by two shoulder straps. From behind, it appears to be a straight cut, not necessarily designed to accentuate the hips, but on a body like hers it rounds out nicely away from her thin waist and is pulled tight across her rump.

Dave knows she sleeps in these skimpy nighties, but he has hardly ever seen her wearing one. When she ventures out of her bedroom she always covers up with a robe. But not tonight.

He does his best to record the sight to permanent memory as he grabs a few things out of the fridge. Closing the door, he mumbles, "I'm heading to bed, Mom."

She turns off the tap and leans back against the marble counter, sipping her water. Her butt is at the perfect height for most of its weight to sit just on the edge, spreading out her flesh. Dave loves the female body. His mom's arms cross in front of her chest -- hefting her tits slightly.

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

Not needing to be told twice, Dave approaches her and takes her by the shoulders as he leans down and takes his sweet time to peck each cheek. The scent of her cream and shampoo is wonderful.

She drops her arms and wraps them around his low back, pulling him in for a tight hug. He loves the feeling off her shapely breasts against his own lower-chest. When they disengage his eyes instinctively drop to her boobs. She wears no bra under the nightie and her nipples poke proudly through the thin silk. He gapes for a moment, stifling an urge to grab or stroke them, before snapping his face up to meet her eyes.

She grins, seemingly pleased at having caught him sneaking a peak. "So you like those, too, huh?" Giving his chest a playful poke, she continues, "not just a butt guy?"

At a loss for words, he stammers, "um... sorry, Mom, I--"

"It's okay," she rescues him, giggling and giving him a little shove. "I know how you boys are. Now off to bed, honey."

10.

On Thursday evening Odette is out for drinks with a few friends. These ladies know her well and they have been meeting regularly for many years. Odette even goes all the way back to high school with Nancy and Carla. There is a lot of trust between these women. During her breakup, this group of gals supported Odette more than she can express.

As usual, they sit down and make a bit of small talk, exchanging compliments and light touches until their cocktails arrive. They chatter for a few minutes about work and life, confirming that they all equally disapprove of some recent political events, before finally transitioning into the main event -- gossip.

Odette tries her best to listen to what the others have to say. Nancy is still having the usual problems with her husband who never seems to make time for her. Carla, the serial dater, is on her second boyfriend of the month and she's already thinking about dumping him for number three. One of the other girls suspects her husband might be cheating and another shares a scandalous story about a group acquaintance who has been stealing money from her boss.

It's nice to be around her friends, but Odette can't quite settle in tonight. When it's her turn to share a bit of spicy news she keeps quiet instead. For the first time, the most important thing happening in her life is something she can't share with even her must trusted support group.

What is she supposed to say? You ladies aren't going to believe this, but my son has been openly ogling me and it's got me so horny that I masturbate and cum over it almost nightly. She nearly laughs at the absurd thought. No, she is on her own this time. She can't even tell Nancy about this one.

So she keeps her secret to herself and thus feels distant from the group -- like, for the first time, there's a barrier between them. She's never held anything back from these ladies before.

The others continue chatting until Carla leans over and whispers to her, "are you okay? You seem a little off tonight."

"I'm just not feeling well," she lies. She tells the group that her stomach is bothering her and that she would prefer to go home early. The others understand and kindly offer their sympathies.

Odette tucks her purse under her arm and politely excuses herself. Sitting in her car, she takes a minute to breath and think before starting the engine. In fact, she feels fine. The truth is merely that there is somebody else she would rather be with right now.

As she arrives at the cozy home she shares with her only child she crosses her fingers that he'll be waiting up for her. She ends up finding his bedroom door closed, once again with lamplight spilling from the cracks around it. She stands in the hallway outside his room taking slow breathes to calm her beating heart. Why on Earth is she so nervous to see her boy?

She knocks. He invites her in and she sits on the edge of his unmade bed. She crosses her legs and smooths out her ruffled, lilac skirt. This room is an anomaly in her tidy house. It's the only place you'll ever see dirty laundry strewn about, day-old dishes left sitting, or nests of tangled game system cords shoved to the side.

He spins his swivel chair to face her and puts his feet up on the mattress. "Nice time with your friends?"

"It was fine." She doesn't offer much more as she raises an eyebrow and continues scanning his bedroom askance. He still has many of the same posters and decorations hanging on the walls as he did when they moved into this house years ago. He'd matured quickly, realizing who he was at a young age, and his interests never really changed again.

She stands and starts to smooth out his sheets and comforter. "You really should start making your bed up in the mornings," she scolds.

"Why would I? It's just going to get messy again," he retorts playfully, always logical.

She shuts off the overhead light and sighs, undoing the top button of her white blouse as she steps back over his outstretched legs. She fluffs up and straightens out his pillows before laying down and curling up on her side. Reaching forward, she flicks on his bedside lamp, painting his small room in dim, yellow light.

That's better. Nice and cozy.

"Tell me about your day, honey." Her voice is soft and dreamy. She closes her eyes.

"My day? Uh, well first I had breakfast with you. Jam on toast, I think it was."

"Mhmm, I made it."

"Yeah, then I went to school and had math class. Turned out Mike wasn't at school today so it was kinda boring, I guess. Then I had a spare period and kept reading my history book. Um... at lunch I sat with Brock and in the afternoon I had a study period in history and then a physics quiz. I think I did okay. Anyway, then I just came home, polished up a couple essays for uni and now you're here."

She lets his low voice carry her off as she enjoys the manly smell of his pillow. She'd never done this before, just lain on his bed, but somehow she knows she's welcome here. She loves taking in the masculine energy around her.

She opens her eyes and shimmies over a bit, making room. "Come lay with me, honey."

He hesitates. "You want me to... lay down with you?"

She props herself up on her elbows and shrugs, "well, not if you don't want to."

"No, no," he stammers. "I'm just surprised." He stands up and comes to the bed, sitting next to her and then laying down.

"Good boy," she purrs and she drapes her arm over him, resting her head on his chest. With her ear pressed against his ribcage she can hear his strong heart. She snuggles closer still, mashing her breasts against him.

He puts his arm around her and pulls her tight. "Mmmmm, good boy," she whispers again.

Like this, mother and son lay, cuddling in silence for a blissful quarter of an hour. She's happy here, pleased with her decision to come home early.

David rests his hand on her back, beginning to gently rub and scratch.

"Mmm, I like that," she purrs. "Scratch my back some more, honey."

He does, sliding his fingertips all the way from her neck down to her lower back and then repeating the motion. Soon he rolls to his left, getting his torso out from under her so that she is laying on her stomach. Now he props himself up on his left elbow so that he can easily rub her back with his right hand.

He is very thorough, beginning at the back of her neck and shoulders, then moving to her mid back. He makes sure not to miss any spots as he playfully scratches and tickles, even making sure not to forget her sides near her ribcage.

She breaths deeply, occasionally sighing and purring her approval. "I've always loved back scratches. Your father used to do this for me... at the beginning."

David says nothing and continues with his task. Now most of his attention is on her low back and his strokes slow down. She can imagine the view he has -- his mom's flared hips and rising rump, hugged tightly by the cotton skirt, just centimeters away from his young, eager fingers. She stirs, slowly shifting her hips back and forth, settling in deeper into her son's mattress.

After another minute of slowly stroking, her daring boy finds his courage. She feels his pinky finger slide across the boundary from her thin, silky blouse, to the thick cotton of her skirt and begin to climb the swell of her rump. It slides back down to safety, but on the next pass, she feels two fingers begin the bold ascent.

She considers voicing an objection, but waits, wanting to know how far he'll go.

How bold is he? I need to know.

When David's entire hand slides to her right side and over her flared hip, she tenses, knowing what's coming. And when he drags it up her meaty cheek to rest directly on top of her bottom she reluctantly speaks.

"That's not my back, David."

"I know." He begins to rub in small circles, exploring this new territory. Apparently he's not shy.

It occurs to her that this might be the first time he's ever felt up a woman. And, in her case, it's been a long time since she's felt a man's big hand gripping her ass. Should she let him have a bit of fun?

No. You've got your answer. End this.

She props herself up on her elbows. "I'm feeling sleepy, honey. I better say goodnight."

His hand slips away as she sits up, dropping her feet off the edge of the bed and facing him to await her kiss.

Obediently, David leans forward and kisses her cheek. His lips linger, as usual. His kiss is warm and wet. He places his hand behind her head, stroking her hair as he finally pulls away.

But she's not ready to disengage and she follows him, gently touching her lips to his right cheek and then hugging him tightly, feeling his breath on her neck.

They pull apart and look into each other's eyes. She is as aware of his desire as she is of her own. Mere centimeters apart, they are both thinking the same thing, but it's him who closes the distance once again.

Their lips are separated by millimeters when she turns her head to the side. David's mouth only catches the corner of hers -- just close enough to feel the other's moisture.

"I'm sorry, honey," she whispers. "I'm not ready yet."

Why had she said it like that -- implying they would really kiss in the future?

Because we will.

"It's okay, Mom." He reacts cooly, as always. "I'm just happy to spend time with you. There's never any pressure."

She stands and turns. Feeling a bit guilty for shutting him down, she takes a moment to smooth the back of her skirt. She knows she's giving him a great view of something he likes. She thinks of it as a little consolation prize.

Odette leaves her boy and retreats to her room. A part of her still knows that she needs to stop this silliness completely before it goes too far. But, like always, she ignores that part and begins to go through her nightly routine -- shower, cream, nightie, lamp, bed. Once under the sheets, she needs very little rubbing and massaging to get her body started. David's hand all over her body has left her primed. Before long, two slick fingers are dipping inside of her wet hole. She closes her eyes, letting her mind fantasize about whatever and whoever it wants, even though she already knows who it will be.

She cums quickly, rolling onto her stomach and burying her face in the sheets, trying, only half successfully, to muffle her cries of delight.

11.

It's Saturday morning. Dave's annoying history test is finished and his essays are written. To decompress he takes a long walk around town.

The night before, Dave had gone for dinner and a movie with a few of his buddies. Other than Dennis, Dave doesn't have too many friends, but the small group he's been going around with are quality guys. They talked about who the cutest girls at school are and Dave played along, but he didn't mention that he's actually much more interested in older women now, one in particular. Nope, he kept that piece of information to himself.

When he got home, his mom was already in bed. Her lamplight was even off, so he retired early himself, getting lots of much-needed sleep.

Now he is wandering the streets, soon finding himself downtown. On a whim he decides to enter the shopping mall. He strolls past the clothing stores -- not the men's stores, they don't interest him -- the women's stores are what draws his attention. He stops at their front windows to scan the dresses and blouses. Of course, he is picturing each one of these beautiful outfits on his mother.

His now nightly kisses with his mom only add fuel to his fantasies. If he had any hope of controlling the dirty thoughts that are invading his mind, it is long gone. Every night that he pecks her cheek and catches a short whiff of her shampoo and fragrance, his imagination goes into hyper-drive. While laying in bed, trying to sleep, he can think of nothing other than grinding against an ocean of her smooth, creamy skin.

She's done so much for him and he wants to pay her back with another gift, but it's difficult to muster the courage to enter these classy, high-fashion stores. The incense-burning hippy shop where he bought the skirt didn't intimidate him much. But these stores are different, like they are for a different level of society.

He arrives home and makes a quick lunch, but, just as he sits down to eat his mother returns from her run. He openly looks at the tight outfit stretched across her sweaty skin as she enters the kitchen. The black jogging shorts show off her hips and butt beautifully, and though the top is a bit looser, it still shows a lot of her toned belly. Her muscled legs always look so impressive after she's run. She doesn't know it, but his mom is actually Dave's inspiration to hit the gym, himself.

Dave hands her a glass of water and pecks her cheek, despite her sweaty face. He loves the scent of her body after exercise.

"How was the exam?" She asks after taking a sip, still catching her breath.

"It was tough, but I did well." It was true. He'd probably have the grades to get into whichever university he chose.

"Got plans this afternoon?" She asks.

"Not really."

"Good. Then you can come for a hike with me, mister."

"A hike? Where?" Dave is intrigued. They've never even gone for a walk together.

"You ever been to Thompson Falls?"

Actually Dave does know the place. He'd gone camping there with a group of buddies a year back. It's about an hour drive from town and another hour of hiking. He remembers that it was a tough trek, but then again, when he'd been there before he had been carrying a backpack of camping equipment.

"Yeah, I have. A hike there would be nice, Mom. Should I pack up this lunch for us?"

"Oh, yes, we'll have a picnic!" She beams. "Just let me get changed."

Soon they're in the car on the way to the trail head. The car belongs to Odette, but Dave sits in the driver's seat, at his mom's insistence. They chat playfully during the trip. She pokes him teasingly once or twice -- laughing at his lame jokes and silly compliments on her hiking outfit. The short, denim shorts she's changed into don't cover much more than what she'd been wearing on her jog. They end just below her cheeks and cling firmly against her bottom. On top she wears a simple white t-shirt, plain save for the little knot she's tied in the front bottom, ensuring that she still shows off a little midriff.

A few clouds roll in as they arrive at the trail head, but neither mother nor son is afraid of a little rain so they begin to hike. Being a popular place, the trail is well-worn. They have enough room to walk side-by-side through the beautiful forest and along a few rivers and lakes. The few times that the trail does narrow Dave lets his mom take the lead, taking the chance to admire her body while she scampers up a steep slope or climbs over log.

At one point they need to cross a flooded creek. A fallen tree has become a make-shift bridge for hikers to walk across. Dave crosses first and then turns to wait for his mom. Of course, she has no trouble balancing but she still happily takes his extended hand to accept his help hopping off the other end.

As they continue, she keeps her hand in his. She squeezes him firmly and clutches his bicep with her other hand as they pass a group of hikers coming the opposite direction.

"Enjoy the falls," one of them smiles as they pass.

"It's a great place to take your lady-friend," another winks at Dave.

"I'm a lucky gal," Odette responds.

For a minute, Dave wonders if it's a good idea to be walking with his mom like this, touching one another like lovers. After all, they might run into somebody they know. But his mom seems totally unconcerned about such a scenario as she rubs his arm lovingly while passing another group. Maybe he doesn't need to worry either.

"Watch out for the rain," the group warns them.

"Oh, we're not afraid of getting a bit wet," Odette smiles and laughs.

Dave chuckles as well, and lets go of his mom's hand so that he can wrap his arm possessively around her shoulder. If somebody recognizes them, so be it. He's not ashamed of being affectionate with his mom. He's proud to be!

By the time they arrive at the falls the sky is mostly gray. Dave relaxes. He's always preferred an overcast day to bright, sunny weather. The other hikers have all left, seemingly fearful of an impending storm. Son and mother have the place to themselves and sit down on a patch of bare rock with a wonderful view.

Dave takes out a few containers from his backpack and hands his mom a fork. Silently they eat the lunch he's prepared. They wash it down with a few sips of water from a shared bottle as Dave packs up and sits back down beside his mom, now only inches from her. He puts his arm around her and she leans against him. He openly smells her hair and strokes her arm and shoulder.

"You never answered my question, Mom."

She raises an eyebrow. "And what question was that, honey?"

"I guess I'm just curious because I don't see you dating much. But there's no way that men aren't giving you attention. What do you like in a man?"

There is no getting away this time. She sighs.

"First of all, I don't date much because of how things ended up with your father. He was so--"

"I know, Mom," Dave cuts her off. "He was an asshole. We don't need to go there. But that was so long ago. You haven't wanted to try again?"

"I've tried again. I just haven't been able to let anyone in. At least not the men I'm actually attracted to."

"And what kind of men are you attracted to?" Dave is being relentless. He knows when to let things drop, but he also knows when to push.

"I guess I'm a typical woman, David. I like the same kind of men most of us do." She tries the same escape as before, but Dave isn't having it.

"And what kind of man is that?"

She takes a deep breath while he waits patiently, knowing that she needs a moment before opening up to him. "I believe that a man should be confident and sure of himself. He shouldn't ask for permission when he wants something. He should speak his mind when he feels like it."

Dave hangs on every word she says, taking mental notes. Then urges her to continue. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. And when something he wants is available... he should take it."

A few silent minutes pass between them. Dave looks around at the trees and rushing water around them with a contemplative expression. He removes his arm from her and picks up a few lose stones from the ground before standing and walking toward the water. One by one, he throws them into the raging waterfall. He grasps a medium sized stone and tries to throw it all the way across the falls, hoping to see it land on the other side. But it's too far and it, too, disappears into the white, frothy water.

When he turns back around his mother is simply watching him, her expression blank. Her hands are pressed against the rocky ground behind her as she leans back on them, letting her chest push forward into the little t-shirt. She's a sexy woman, and beyond the physical closeness they've developed, Dave now feels an emotional bond forming unlike what they had before. She is starting to trust him with her personal thoughts and feelings. His belly flutters with love. This isn't just a mother-son hike. This was a date between a blossoming, new couple. Whatever is happening between them has gained some momentum of its own.

He opens his hand, letting the remaining stones fall to the ground. A few of them tumble down the rocky slope into the bushes. He returns to his mom, sitting and facing her as she continues looking forward to the roaring water.

"Do you want your goodnight kiss a little early today?" He toys with her hair, smoothing a few loose strands behind her ear to expose her cheek.

She blushes. "I don't know if that's a good idea."

He leans forward and presses his mouth to her rosy cheek, smooching her warm skin. With a soft lip-smack he pulls away. "Common, Mom," he whispers. Then he returns to plant a kiss on her forehead. His cock hardens as he boldly takes the initiative.

Odette turns her face toward him, exposing the far side. Dave's hand slides up the back of her neck, cupping her hair and pulling her to him as he firmly kisses her other cheek, then puts one more on her forehead.

She is beet red, totally flushed and loving the affection from her confident boy.

He backs his head away but hers follows him, pecking him softly on his cheek before cupping his face in both hands and turning it so that she lean her forehead against his. She closes her eyes.

Mother and son wrap their arms around one another and hug tightly to the person they both so desperately want but know they can't have. An intensely intimate minute passes as they keep their foreheads pressed together and simply feel the other's soft breath. The roaring waterfall muffles the sound of their powerfully beating hearts.

Dave opens his eyes and sees his mother's tongue slip out of her mouth to slide quickly across her lips, wetting and preparing them for the inevitable before retreating inside.

She wants it, you fool. Just do it!

He kisses her, full on the mouth -- pressing his lips against hers firmly, and waits. She presses back. It lasts perhaps three seconds before they pull apart. Eyes open, they gaze at each other. Then the force of attraction takes over and once again they come together as if drawn by magnets. This time Odette opens her mouth and Dave's tongue snakes inside. When it retreats his mother's tongue follows it.

The pair french passionately as the first few raindrops begin to fall around them, speckling the gray stone. But they don't stop. Hungrily, they mouth each other as the sparse raindrops become thicker and the drizzle becomes a downpour. But the wet couple continues, tongues dueling as mother and son are finally free to express their attraction, relieving the tension which has built over weeks.

The first rumble of thunder startles them and brings them back to reality. Now soaked, the pair pulls apart, both panting. Grins spread across faces and they relax, finally eased of weeks of unexpressed emotions. Odette laughs first. Dave can't suppress a chuckle, either.

She rubs his arm, a wide smile painted on her flushed face. "You're a bad boy, you know? Smooching your mother in a romantic place like this."

Lightening flashes and another crack of thunder follows. She startles and grabs his arm. "Now take me home, David. This is making me nervous."

Dave puts on the backpack, rising and taking his mother's hand to help her up. Arm in arm, they walk quickly back to the parking lot. Dave stops several times to help her down a few slippery areas and over some of the wet logs.

On the drive home, Dave rests his hand on her leg and she grips it affectionately in her lap. From time to time he slides his fingers along the bare skin between her thighs. She doesn't seem to protest until he moves them higher up her leg, near the hem of her little hiking shorts. Only when he gets to close to her crotch does she gently return their clasped hands to mid-thigh.

When they get inside she gets on her tip toes and pecks him once more on the lips. "Thanks for a wonderful, date, honey."

She scampers off to her room to change and Dave doesn't see her again all afternoon. At night, when she comes downstairs to grab a snack from the kitchen he asks her from the couch to sit up with him and have tea in the living room -- hoping to get some more smooching time -- but she politely declines.

"Sorry, honey, I'm awfully tired after today. I'm going to bed early."

She slips back to her room without requesting her goodnight kiss.

12.

Shower, cream, nightie, lamp, bed. Odette is under her sheets, comfy and safe. Whoo, what a day! She didn't want to disappear on David like that without sharing their routine goodnight kiss, but after being so worked up in the afternoon, she doesn't trust herself.

Her mind is a blur. How does she even start to process this? She'd known for a while that a real kiss was coming and she expected to feel guilty afterwards, but... she doesn't. Instead, she feels elation. She feels joy. She's all tingles and for the first time in years she's finally connecting with someone physically.

But I shouldn't be connecting like this with my own son.

It doesn't matter who she is connecting with. It just feels good to finally be physical with someone. Besides it's okay for mothers and sons to smooch a bit. It's just kissing, after all! It's probably normal in some cultures.

All in all, she's okay with what's happening. That might change if things go much further, but for now, she'll enjoy this new dynamic with her boy. Besides, she'll only have him around for the rest of the school year and the summer.

Maybe it's a little inappropriate to be necking with her son, but it feels right. And doesn't she deserve to feel good? After all the sacrifices she's made to raise him all alone, she's allowed to be a "bad mother" just a little bit, right?

But it's going to continue. He's going to want to do more than kissing.

When he inevitably tries to do more, she'll stop him and draw some boundaries -- simple as that.

But will it confuse him? How will he have a normal girlfriend after this? He'll need therapy and it'll be my fault for being so selfish.

Odette ignores the rest of her nagging thoughts. The bottom line is that even though it's a bit improper, it feels good, they both want it, and she deserves to have this. She'll take the good feelings and live with the consequences.

13.

After school on Monday, Dave is emboldened and on a mission. He marches through the mall, directly toward one of the stores he had window shopped at the other day. He has found his courage. He knows what he wants and will work toward getting it. He arrives at Los Elegantes and peers at the outfits in the outer display. He's never set foot in such a classy place full of female energy.

Kissing his mom over the weekend had be an awesome experience for Dave. Her lips and mouth just felt so full! And when she snaked her tongue into his mouth he felt like he was actually being sexual with a woman for the first time. When he'd pushed his own tongue into her mouth, she'd closed her lips around it and eagerly sucked it, like it was a little cock!

His dick had hardened so fast and he'd known an overpowering instinct to just thrust and fuck something. An animal had awoken in Dave, and he had his sexy mother to thank for it.

Truthfully, he had been a bit disappointed that she'd spent the rest of Saturday in her room, breaking their "goodnight kiss" streak. He'd even worried that the mouth smooching had been a one time thing. But that changed on Sunday when she'd pecked him on the lips before leaving for her morning run. And if that wasn't enough, at night when she had asked him for her kiss in the kitchen they'd brought their mouths straight together and had enjoyed another good, long snog -- just like at the waterfall. They'd used tongues and everything. Dave's hands had really started exploring, too, rubbing up and down her body, even sliding to her ass. But she'd stopped him then, gently lifting his wrists back up to her low back.

As he begins to walk through the isles, looking at various outfits and displays of shiny jewelry, Dave is feeling like the luckiest guy on Earth and he's got confidence coming out of his ears.

When a dress or blouse catches his eye he stops and pictures it on his mom. So far, none of them are quiet right.

"Hello, there. I'm Sandra."

Dave spins to see a tall, elegant woman holding out her hand. For a moment, he's speechless as he takes in the gorgeous, tanned woman. She's adorned in a loose, pink blouse with a cream, pencil skirt hugging her long legs. Dark eyeliner brings out her mysterious eyes. From her demeanor, it's obvious that she works here.

He takes her hand in his, softly shaking it -- somehow knowing not to squeeze too firmly. "Dave."

"Can I help you find something today, Dave?"

"Well, I'm actually looking for a gift for somebody."

"Oh, a lucky girl?"

He turns red and takes a deep breath. "I guess you could say that."

"I understand," she winks at him. "Do you know her size?"

Of course he does, he has seen enough of her clothing tags while doing his laundry room "research".

Sandra shows him a few outfits and chats easily with him, continuing to put him at ease.

Sandra keeps trying to direct Dave toward the fun, short skirts and crop tops that girls his age wear. But Dave is more drawn to the classy outfits that a more refined woman would go out in.

Sandra notices where his attention is going and curiously asks, "this lucky lady... she's not your age, is she?"

"No, she's a bit older," Dave admits.

"So more like a lucky woman, then?"

Dave nods, sheepish.

"What's her name?"

"Odette."

"That's a beautiful name. How do you know her?"

"Well, she's my--" he stops for a moment. "You know, I'd rather not say."

"That's fine." She gently touches him arm to put him at ease. "I wonder if she'd like something like this?" Sandra gestures toward a form-fitting black dress with a low back and a slit up the leg. It's exactly what Dave had been imagining.

He tests the fabric between his fingers. It's some kind of super soft stuff that feels really nice, the kind of thing that would feel great against a woman's skin. It's perfect. He nods to Sandra. The style is exactly how he has begun to see his mom, not just as a fun, relaxed woman, but a refined, classy lady.

At the checkout, Sandra winks. "Odette is going to love it. She's lucky to have a son like you."

Dave is startled. He feels so transparent, like Sandra can read his mind. He stifles his instinct to deny it. After all, he's got nothing to be ashamed of. "How did you know?"

Sandra smiles warmly. "Believe me, I can tell when a young man becomes curious about his mother and begins to invest in their relationship. It's one of the wisest things a boy can do. I've seen it before, myself."

"Really?"

"Mhmm, you've got it written all over you, sweetheart. It's your confidence -- your determination. Has it already begun, the connection, the magic?"

Dave turns red and nods.

She beams. "Oh, that's wonderful!"

Dave can't hide his grin.

Sandra waits for another employee to pass before continuing, almost in a whisper, "your mom has you working hard for it. Am I right?"

"Yeah, she does," he nods. Now also whispering, "She's not the easy type."

Sandra thinks for a moment, her face becoming serious. "She is a woman who knows what she's worth, Dave. You'll need to earn her." She takes the hands of the wide-eyed boy, squeezing them before continuing. "She may try to resist this gift, Dave, as she'll know where it could lead. Be persistent. Take the reigns and she will follow. When she sees that you can lead her, she'll open to you. She just needs time."

"You think so?"

"Yes, Dave. And, one more thing -- enjoy these early stages. They will be some of the most special memories of your life." She drops his hands. "Now go home to your mother."

Dave leaves the store in a daze. He'd thought he had been the only one, but maybe what he's experiencing with his mom isn't so rare, after all.

He walks home, beginning to plan how he'll present his mom with her new gift, knowing that she'll be home when he gets there. If she's on the main floor he'll sneak upstairs and lay it on her bed like he did with the skirt. If she's in her room, he'll leave it on the coffee table for her to find.

Emboldened by Sandra's encouragement he picks up his pace. Now, more than ever, he's sure that he'll be bedding his mom soon.

14.

Usually when Odette finishes her shift David is already home, his afternoon classes typically finishing a little earlier. But today she returns to an empty house. That's probably for the best, she figures. When she'd come downstairs on Sunday morning to find David in the kitchen, she'd been worried that there would be some awkwardness after all of Saturday's kissing. But everything had felt fine. She'd been relieved to find no tension at all between them. In fact, it had been weeks since the two of them had been so at ease around each other. She'd been so happy that, despite herself, she'd actually given him another peck on her way out the door. As for their nighttime smooching, it had just, sort of, happened naturally. They'd seen each other in the kitchen, and she'd noticed his glances at her thin nightie. Suddenly they'd been pressed together again, passionately necking. Luckily, she'd managed to pull herself away from him after a few minutes and escape to her bedroom. Her body had been on fire while going through her bedtime routine. She hadn't even made it out of the shower before bringing herself to an orgasm. And that was only the first of the night. Once in bed, she'd had to finger herself to another climax before being able to sleep. Ever since her body had started to sense a soon-to-be lover, she just wouldn't stop getting wet!

Now she has the place to herself and can think more clearly. She's got to find a way to slow things down before they get out of control. In the state she had been in last night, she might have let David do anything he'd wanted to her if he'd only followed her into room and taken her.

She takes a deep breath as she sits on the couch, again reminding herself that it's just kissing.

So far.

The front door opens and David walks in. He kicks his shoes off behind the door. Why is he carrying a gift bag from the mall?

He offers a quick, "hey, mom!" before starting to dart up the stairs, clumsily attempting to hide the bag behind his back.

"What's that?"

He stops. "Huh?"

"That bag." She raises her eyebrows.

"This is, uh... Actually, this is something for you."

Uh, oh.

David descends the stairs and comes to join her on the couch. He sets the gift bag on the coffee table. "Go ahead, open it."

"You shouldn't be buying things for me, young man."

"Why not? You deserve nice things." He brushes her hair behind her ear.

She can't help but smile. Why is she so susceptible to his charms?

"Open it."

"Okay, mister. But this thing better not be expensive."

"Just open it."

She hooks a finger into the top of the paper bag and tentatively peaks inside at the alluring, folded fabric. Flashing David a disapproving look, she lifts the most elegant dress she's ever seen out of the bag. Her heart skips and her eyes widen as she holds it up, admiring the midnight black, sheath dress. Is it cashmere?!

David watches her with a look of pride plastered on his face as he watches the affect his gift has on her.

Odette has always wanted a dress just like this and, try as she might to hide it, her face betrays her excitement. This looks just like what she's been admiring in her high fashion magazines. She's never even worn, let alone owned, anything this fine. Sure, she could have bought one for herself, but she's always been way too conservative with her money, making sure to have enough in case of emergencies.

She looks closer at the bag, reading the name of the store. He'd gone there by himself? This must have cost a fortune! She searches for a price tag but it's been removed.

Her initial elation begins to wane. There's no reason for him to be spending his money on things like this. It's irresponsible. She holds it up again, willing herself to accept it, wanting to want it, but failing. The skirt was one thing, but this is too much.

"What is this, David?" Her voice is flat.

"That's your new dress."

"And, would you mind explaining why I have a new dress, young man?"

"Because you deserve one."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Mhmm, you're going to look incredible in this dress, Mom."

"Well, aren't you a charmer. Where'd you get the money for this?"

"I have money."

"What you have is savings, which you worked hard for all summer. You know school will be expensive. And you'll need any money you have left over for important things."

"This is important."

His matter-of-fact tone conjures a memory for Odette of little, nine year-old Davey saving up his allowance money for weeks in order to buy a new video game. Even then he'd been so determined.

"No, David. This is not important. It's frivolous."

"It's important to me. Besides, I earned my money and it's mine to spend how I want. Isn't that right?"

"But not on things like this!"

"Have you even tried on a dress like this, Mom?"

"No, because I've always had more financial sense than to considering spending this much on clothing. I was working hard to raise you, after all!"

"But didn't you want something like this, Mom, a fancy dress to wear out once in a while?"

"I wanted one, sure. But you don't always get what you want in life -- especially not single mothers."

"Mom, when I saw this dress I couldn't stop picturing you in it. I want to see you wearing it. After everything you sacrificed to raise me so well, you should have something special of your own. That's why you deserve it."

He understands what I sacrificed?

That comment strikes a chord with her. But she isn't going to be won over so easily and she knows better than to go in circles arguing with him. She'd been flattered by his little crush in the beginning. And the growing intimacy between them has been special. But now her poor, confused boy is wasting his hard-earned money buying her gifts she doesn't need. And expecting what, exactly? That he might actually get to sleep with her? She needs to be a mom again and put her foot down.

"You're taking it back."

He shakes his head.

"David," she starts, taking a deep breath before preparing her best 'stern mother' voice, "I know that things have been changing between us lately and I know that you're not a kid anymore, but I'm still your mother." Her voice rises as her emotions flare. "You are taking this dress back to the store right now."

That seems to give him pause and they sit in silence. So much for the lack of tension. It had been fun while it lasted. She holds his gaze firmly, knowing she can't be the one to look away first.

Finally his eyes dart to the left then come back before he speaks. "At least try it out first."

Progress. She relaxes. "So you'll return it?"

"Well, you've got to try it out first."

She sighs. "It probably won't even fit." A slim dress like this needs to be the perfect size, otherwise it's not worth wearing. She checks the tag and is shocked to read her exact measurements.

How did the little sneak know?

Odette looks up at him, expecting to see an arrogant, satisfied smirk on his face. Instead she sees a smart, young man, albeit youthfully naive, staring at her with admiration. Her heart melts.

He tilts his head and raises his eyebrows. "Well?"

"I shouldn't."

"If I'm returning it anyways, you might as well try it out, Mom."

Why is he always so logical?

"Common, Mom. A dress like this is perfect for a body like yours. I want to see you in it. I need to."

"You... do?" Odette curses the part of her that wants to please him. Is she really that into the idea of showing off her body?

"Common, Mom." He pecks her cheek.

She plays with the fabric in her lap for a minute. "Fine. I'll put it on. You can take a look at... me... and then the dress goes back."

Now the satisfied smirk arrives on his face as she stands and walks upstairs with the dress in hand.

In her bedroom, Odette tosses the dress onto her bed and begins to shrug out of her day clothes. She also strips out of her underclothes. She can't wear a bra with this dress anyways, due to the low back, and she figures she might as well go all the way and wear her nicest panties, too.

She slips it on and turns to her mirror. The gorgeous woman looking back at her is unrecognizable. Does she really have that hourglass figure? She silently thanks herself for every minute she's ever spent exercising.

So he sees me as this kind of woman? A head-turner?

She can't deny it. She loves the dress. She's never felt like such a woman. As a single mother, she'd stifled her feminine side. She'd always had to be in charge, provide, and protect -- the kinds of things a man should be doing. But the way David had been acting lately had been letting her relax in a profound way. He really is a man now and he'd been taking over those roles, if only symbolically. She had began to feel like, in his presence, she could simple be -- letting her inner woman blossom. Looking in the mirror, she finally sees what he sees -- an alluring and mysterious, classy, yet sexy lady.

David is right. He does need to see her wearing this. Why? Because he deserves to see what he helped create. She can already imagine his excitement, the look he'll have on his face, his eyes on her...

Odette knows her son is eagerly awaiting her, but she doesn't rush. She takes her time to apply a little fresh makeup, mostly eyeshadow, and does a little something with her wavy hair. If she's going to show herself off, she'll do it right. She feels shy as she finally descends the stairs, wanting to impress him.

And he is impressed. As David's eyes scan up and down her figure, from her wide hips to her full breasts, it isn't simple happiness or even desire that paints his face. It's adoration.

She blushes as his eyes devour her then does a little spin for him, making sure he gets the full show. There is no need to smooth down the fabric on the back, it's already tight and showing off her curves perfectly.

Dave stands and goes to her, running his hands up and down her smooth arms.

"How do you feel, Mom?"

She feels electric, but downplays it. "I feel very pretty, honey. It's certainly a nice dress. Thank you."

He leans forward and begins to gently kiss her. She lets him, but keeps her participation to a minimum. She allows him to have his fun, not even protesting when his hands begin to explore. But his touches feel wonderful through the soft cashmere, clinging to her hips and thighs, and she permits herself to get a bit lost in the moment.

After a minute, it's time to cut him off. He'd deserved a little taste and he'd had it. She doesn't want him to get too excited. She steps backward, keeping her breathe neutral. "Well, this has been fun. Now it's time to take this back to the mall."

"I think you'll need to keep it on a while longer."

"Excuse me? Why would I do that?"

"Because you're going to wear it tonight when I take you out for dinner."

"David! Are you cr--"

"Aaaaand," he cuts her off, "If, afterwards, you still don't want it I'll take it back tomorrow." Still standing before her, he keeps a hand resting on his each side of her waist.

She pulls out her 'stern mother' voice again, "actually, I think you'll take it back now. You said you would if I tried it on." She peels his hands off of her and takes a step back.

"No, I said I'd take it back if you tried it out. Which is why we're going to dinner."

"You're getting on my nerves, David. Please return it."

"Nope. You've got to wear it out with me. Like I said before, I can still take it back tomorrow so why not?"

She sighs. Trying to think of an argument and failing. When did he become such a good negotiator?

"Do you promise?"

"Yup. I promise, Mom. Just say the word and I'll return it tomorrow."

She's lost and she knows it.

"Alright then. You better have kept the receipt because you're going to need it."

"Just don't get any stains on it." He grins.

She rolls her eyes but can't resist cracking a smile. Her Monday night just got a lot more interesting.

An hour later, the couple is leaving for the restaurant. David opens the car door for her and guides her inside with a gentle hand on her low back before walking around to the driver's seat. He wears his nicest shirt and she wears a long overcoat, modestly choosing to keep herself covered for now.

He drives to a lovely restaurant, not the absolute fanciest place in town -- thank goodness -- but his message is received. She's worth taking somewhere nice.

On the way inside, she notes two things. One, this is the first proper date that she's been on in a long time. And two, the way her son keeps gently touching her, guiding her with his hand low on her back, reminds her not of the lame coffee dates she occasionally accepts, but much more of the men she fantasizes about -- the strong, in-charge men. David takes action, like a guy who works for what he wants. In a way, his transparent intentions help her relax as she knows where she stands with him. But at the same time, it worries her, as she also knows that he'll always push for more until she decides to stop him.

Unless I don't stop him...

She feels a tingle between her legs at the thought but ignores it, focusing back on the moment. She remains very curious to see how he will treat her throughout the evening.

The hostess brings them to a table in the corner. Before sitting, David helps her remove her overcoat, revealing her sleek dress to the full restaurant. Many fellow patrons instantly look over at her and Odette blushes, dropping her gaze to the floor. Despite being a life-long beauty, she's not used to being shown off like this.

They each sit on a bench along one of the walls, which allows them to slide close together at the far corner of the table. They don't speak much while they each peruse the menu, but David asks her what she'd like to have and when the waiter arrives to greet them and take their orders, he does all the talking -- ordering a main course and drink for each of them.

Maybe she's been out with too many desperate men, because a part of her expects him to simply shower her with compliments as she's grown accustomed to. Instead, he asks her a series of genuine and insightful questions, broaching topics they've never discussed before even after all these years together. He wants to know about her favorite books, her opinions of the world, what she had wanted out of her life when she was young, and what kinds of exercise routines she's done over the years. By the time the food arrives, Odette has lost herself in a surprisingly engaging conversation. It's such a treat to see the mature side of her young gentleman.

Halfway through dinner something compels her to be a bit naughty and she lets her sandal fall off of her foot before hooking her toes behind his calf and sliding them upward until they bump into his knee. They descends to his ankle before returning upward again along the same path.

David flashes her a devilish look before taking the conversation in a new direction.

"There are a lot of men looking at you, Mom."

It's true. Odette has been feeling the gazes from all around the room ever since her coat was removed. Some have even come from men who are clearly here with their wives. Odette has noted a few women who don't look overly pleased with their husbands wandering eyes.

"Oh, I don't know about that, honey." Why does she feel the need to act so bashful?

"It's true. They can't look away. And I don't blame them." His hand slides to her knee and begins to caress her leg. He seems to note her embarrassment. "You're not used to this, are you? Being the center of attention?"

"No, I suppose not. Your father and I never went out like this."

"He was a fool, wasn't he, Mom? He didn't know what he had." Her son's caresses continue along her thigh.

"No, he didn't."

"If you were my wife," he whispers to her, "I would be proud to bring you to places like this. I'd want everyone to see you. And I'd want them to know that I was the man you were leaving with. I'd never let you go, Mom."

The words land bitter-sweet with Odette and she places her hand over his on her thigh, not to move it away, but to squeeze it lovingly. Why couldn't any other man make her feel the way David does? Why can't those perfect words come from somebody she can actually be with?

Sensing her rising emotions, David changes the subject again, now asking her about her day and remarking on the fun he'd had during the hike. They finish eating while chatting casually and the mood becomes lighter once again.

After the payment is taken care of, David rises, taking her by the hand to help her up before assisting her in replacing her coat. She surprises herself then by standing on her toes to warmly kiss him on the corner of the mouth, right there in front of all the on-lookers. Smiling proudly, she takes his arm and he leads her out the door and back to the car.

The drive home is quiet and punctuated by sparse conversation. Like their other car rides, her hands are clasped tightly around David's right hand in her lap. They both feel a slight tension mounting as they near their home. What will happen when they're back inside?

They arrive and enter the house. David takes her coat, once again, and hangs it neatly in the front closet. Unrushed, he turns back to her, putting his hands on her hips. These touches have become so natural between them. She looks up at him expectantly as he begins to gently push her backward. Step by step, he backs her up against the wall of the small entranceway and looks down at her, confident and determined.

She's surprised that his kiss is so chaste. She'd expected more, had even looked forward to feeling his hunger. The words are out of her mouth before she can stop herself. "Is that really how you kiss a woman after a date like that?"

His mouth returns. This time it's deep and full. She let's it go on for several minutes as his hands explore her backside. She's permissive, letting him snake his tongue into her mouth and doing nothing as his wandering hands cup and squeeze her ass.

When he presses himself against her, letting her feel his excitement, she breaks the kiss by gently pushing on his chest. "Slow down, honey, we have lots of time. Let's-- let's go to the couch."

Her grins at her. "Sure, Mom." He takes her hand and she follows him into their living room.

He sits first, trying to gently pull her down close to him but she manages to leave a small space between them as she sits. However, he immediately wraps his arms back around her and slides closer. He's insatiable -- intent on one thing. His hands are all over her, his touch feeling so good. She knows she's in trouble. More smooching will only stoke the fire further. She needs to stop this.

But I'm the one who started it.

Within seconds he's kissing her again. No, she's kissing him! She grabs his hair in both hands as he tilts her backward along the couch, laying himself atop her. His hands roam freely now, across her legs, belly, and chest. He's groping her -- possessively kneading her braless chest through the smooth, black cashmere.

The dress rides up to her hips as her legs spread. He presses himself against her -- his hardness grinding against her panty-clad snatch.

Oh, this is bad!

The pressure is wonderful, as he grinds on her she can't help but imagine that they are simulating real sex.

This is what it will be like.

She's gotten both of them so worked up. This is her fault and she needs to deal with this now or she'll end up with a dick inside of her.

"Slow down, honey," she presses gently on his chest, creating a bit of distance as her hands slide down his belly and reach his crotch. It's surreal to watch her hands unbuckle her son's belt and pants. Then to see them slide inside to grasp the thick outline in his underwear.

His dick feels wonderful in her small hands, firm and warm. She rubs him for a moment over the fabric before eagerly flipping the waistband down and slipping her hand inside, wanting to touch bare skin.

He inhales sharply as both of her hands slide inside of his boxer shorts and wrap around what will be her second cock. He lurches and his shaft twitches at her soft touch. He's so excited he's already on the verge of exploding.

I did this to him. This is for me.

She starts to work him, simply sliding her inexperienced hands up and down his skin. Her naive movements are awkward but he moans none-the-less and begins to breath deeper.

He's big -- really big. Much larger than his father. She imagines him pushing it inside her, how much it would stretch and fill her.

Knowing that this is probably his first handjob, she wants him to enjoy it. She pushes his shorts and pants down below his waist, freeing him completely so that she can jack him off properly. His cock momentarily bobs in the air between them, bouncing against her tits and pointing directly at her face. It looks beautiful -- long and proud. She brings her hands to her mouth and spits out a puddle of spit into each palm. Now slippery, her hands glide up and down his shaft, over the veins and glans and back down to the thick base.

He moans again, and begins breathing harder -- almost hyperventilating. She squeezes harder and within only a few strokes he cums, shooting a fire hose of hot semen onto her chest and neck. Some even hits her face. His cock twitches violently as she continues working him through his orgasm. She is painted by blast after blast. Finally his shots subside and he collapses onto his outstretched arms. Looking down at her, he pants and smiles stupidly -- overall, appearing very satisfied with himself.

She's covered. His white cum drips down her neck and runs between her tits. There is even a pool of it on her stomach, soaking into the black fabric. The final spurts, which had merely oozed from his slimy shaft, have ended up all over her hands and now run down her wrists. Some even drip onto the couch.

It's a lot of cum, much more than his father ever produced. And it's from her man -- her son. And he produced all of this for her. Still hornier than ever, her mouth waters and she bites her lip. She knows she shouldn't but a moment later she's licking it from her hands and wrists, shamelessly swallowing globs of his seed while he watches, now wide-eyed. She's scooping it off of her tits and devouring it, wanting it inside her stomach.

A moment of clarity hits her. She can't believe what she's doing. "Oh, goodness, honey..." She sits up and begins to peel herself away from him.

He lets her go -- sitting back and wearing that big, goofy smile. He's happy. And she's made him that way.

"I-- think I need to go get cleaned up. Good-- goodnight." She stands and climbs the stairs. He watches her, still grinning.

She retreats to her room, removing the dress and placing it on her bed, eyeing the plethora of wet stains that cover the stomach and chest.

Well, I guess I'm keeping this thing now.

She almost laughs.

She forces herself to complete her routine. Shower, cream, nightie, lamp, bed. Even knowing how unwise she has been tonight, she doesn't even try to resist sliding her fingers between her legs. Her desire still burns and she doesn't hold back as she pleasures herself. The memory of David in her hands -- his grunts, his cream, his smell -- gets her off quickly. But before being able to think straight she does it again. This time she cums while imagining having taken him in her mouth, licking and sucking his pole before he shoots his cream down her hungry throat.

There was no longer any doubt. She was on a path to have sex with her son. He was ready. She knew with certainty that he'd fuck her the moment she gave him the chance. He wouldn't hesitate to shove himself into her little, desperate hole. She could march into his room right now and she would be ravished as thoroughly as any woman in history. The thought creates yet another tingle between her legs, but this time she manages to resist touching herself.

The "smooching-only" stage was officially over.

Oh, God, what am I going to do?

15.

His first handjob, his first time cumming with a woman, had happened by his own mother's touch! Dave marches proudly down the school hallway, thinking of nothing but the glorious, previous night.

His mom really seems to enjoy kissing. Whenever they get really hot and heavy, he notices a certain smell filling the room. He recognizes it immediately from some of the panties that he's sniffed from her hamper, especially the wet ones he'd been finding more and more often.

Getting her into that sleek dress had made him feel like a man. Something about the way she'd carried herself on their date let him know exactly what to do. He'd known when to touch her, what to say to her, and when to be bold. She's his inspiration for this new-found confidence.

I'm going to fuck her. Mom's going to be my first!

He remembers the words of the mysterious saleslady. Take the reigns and she will follow. That's what he'd done last night and it had worked like a charm. But the woman had also said that he'd need to earn her and that his mom would need time to trust him.

Maybe slowing down is a good idea. Sure, he's gotten a handjob from her. But that doesn't mean that she'd be ready to do it again and again. Whatever is making her hesitate, even when things heat up between them, is still a part of her. He knows she has her doubts.

He won't push for more right now. He'll give her some space to process everything, pressure free. And then, when she's ready, Dave is positive that she'll come to him.

That will be the night.

16.

Odette stops and sits on a park bench. She's already covered 6km of her morning run but she needs to stop and think. The loss of control she'd felt last night is terrifying her. Despite her best protests, he'd persuaded her so easily to not only put on the dress, but to wear it out on a date with him.

And why had she encouraged him to kiss her afterwards, even suggesting they go to the couch? She'd known exactly what would happen but she'd done it anyway. She can think clearly when she's alone, but the minute David is in the room with her, especially touching her, all reason goes out the window. He whispers a few words to her and she turns to puddy. The confidence with which he's beginning to carry himself is intoxicating to her.

It doesn't help that her sex drive has been revving up lately, her body seeming to sense that a new lover is proximate. Her biggest fear isn't just that they will eventually have sex. It's that, when the time comes, she'll simply let him have her -- that she won't even resist and will just spread her legs and beg him to shove his big thing into her.

Odette feels helpless, like she's sliding down a slippery slope and it's already too late to stop what's happening. And to make it worse, the thought of really putting her foot down and building some walls devastates her. Finally, she's closer than ever with her boy who would probably only be with her for a few more short months.

The tears that she's been holding back spill over her cheeks. The whirlwind of emotions is just too much for her to process. Normally she'd speak with her girlfriends about anything major happening in her life, but this was something too intimate to share even with them. There is only one person in whom she can confide, but he is the very man she needs to stay away from.

She considers again whether or not she could tell one of her girlfriends. Sure, Carla is open minded. But is she open enough to accept this? Odette's instinct tells her that Carla's big mouth won't be able to contain such a secret and scratches the idea. Nancy, on the other hand, has a 19 year-old son of her own. Dave and Dennis had actually played together as kids when they were growing up and they still hang out occasionally. Would being a mother herself help Nancy understand? Now that Odette considers it, Dennis isn't a bad looking young man. Has Nancy had thoughts of her own about him? She's kept herself in shape and still has a beautiful body, herself. Odette has always envied Nancy's tits. There's no way Dennis hasn't fantasized about her, maybe even made a pass at her once or twice.

Stop it, Odette!

She buries her face in her hands, ashamed. She's becoming a pervert now!

She wipes her tears and sighs. All she can do is try talking to him and, after that, accept whatever happens. She knows she has the capacity to forgive herself for anything.

She finishes her run, filling her mind with positive thoughts of self-love and forgiveness and returns home feeling lighter.

That night after dinner she sits on the couch to read a romance novel. She gets lost in the story, finding herself relating to some of the silly characters as they fall in love and get swept off their feet.

Soon, David will join her, looking for more of what happened before. He's a boy, after all. She'll wait until he comes to her, offering a back rub or softening her up with sweet words, and then she'll explain that they need to slow things down. She'll tell him that she's setting some boundaries. Odette finds her resolve and prepares herself.

But when he passes by her on the way up to his room he barely even looks at her! She knows she looks just as alluring as she has for the last two weeks, with a bit of thigh showing under the hem of her house dress.

Why didn't he come to me?

She frowns, a bit put-off, but accepts this change of events. Maybe it's for the best.

17.

For the next five days, neither mother nor son touch one another. They continue to converse normally over breakfast and dinner, but in the evenings they keep their distance. True to his plan, Dave doesn't try to push his mother any further.

Dave is emboldened. His plan seems to be working as he has noticed his mother letting her skirt fall higher and higher up her thighs in the evenings while reading on the couch. He's also seen her leaving an extra button undone on her blouse while they eat breakfast together. He does his best not to look at her cleavage, somehow knowing that the more he starves her of attention, the better. She seems to be taking every opportunity to bend over in front of him, too. Of course, she knows that her butt is his weakness, and Dave does sneak a quick peak when he can, but he always makes sure to have his face back in his textbook when she turns around to try to catch him in the act. Once or twice he's heard her huff before marching out of the room.

It's tough to resist her, but he knows that she needs to be the one to initiate contact. He's come too far to risk scaring her off. Even with his limited experience, he somehow knows that when a woman is comfortable, she'll invite more.

Dave takes this week to focus on school, getting ahead on a few assignments and officially sending off his university and college applications. It will be a few weeks before he receives any acceptance letters.

18.

This is getting ridiculous, it's been almost a week since their date and David hasn't even hugged her! She's been doing everything she can to capture his attention -- bending over in short dresses, parading around in the evenings wearing only her little nighties, and even letting her skirts ride high up her thighs while reading her magazines on the couch. She's even stopped wearing bras around the house, trying to tease him with her perky nipples when she wears thin t-shirts. Yet, despite all of this wanton behavior, David has never paid so little attention to her. How on Earth is she going to bring up the whole "slowing down" conversation if he isn't even going to try anything?

He met a girl at school.

That must be it! He's probably got some big-breasted floozie in one of his classes who's been letting him kiss and rub, and maybe even sucking him. Odette is flooded with jealously. This isn't how it's supposed to be. After everything she's done for him, his notice should be on her, not some slutty teen.

Well, she would just have to get his attention back where it belonged -- simple as that.

David is out with friends for the evening, but he won't be home late. So after eating something light, Odette begins to prepare. She takes a long bath, relaxing and readying herself with slow deep breaths to calm her body. Afterwards, she brushes her long hair backwards and applies scented lotions to her smooth skin.

As she's getting dressed she hears her son come home and go into his room.

Perfect.

She chooses a sexy pair of panties -- a pink thong she's always felt comfortable in. She hasn't worn it for a few weeks. Then she pulls on her favorite cotton nightie -- one she's had for years. The hem barely falls past her hips and it's worn quite thin from being so well loved. She must admit that she's feeling a little excited over what she has planned and her nipples are already saying hello through the thin material. Finally, she cinches a fluffy robe tightly around herself and after putting on a hint of makeup, she's ready.

She hesitates before knocking on his door. Something isn't quite right. This needs to work or she'll feel humiliated.

She unties her robe, letting the fluffy lapels fall to either side of her bust and showing nearly all of her creamy, white legs. After a deep breath, she knocks lightly, willing her heartbeat to slow.

"Hey," he calls out from inside.

She opens the door and sees him laid back on his bed with a textbook propped up on his legs. He tries to keep his attention forward but she sees his eyes dart to her once or twice, quickly taking her in before returning to the pages.

Good.

Those little flicks of his eyes give her the confidence she needs to continue. She leans casually against the door frame, her crossed arms just barely squeezing her boobs together. They swell out of her nightie.

"I was thinking about watching a movie. If you need a break from studying, come join me."

He looks at her again, this time she catches his gaze lingering on her bust.

"Uh, yeah... okay. Maybe."

She smiles and walks away without another word. She's confident that he'll come.

I need him to.

She sits on the couch and rests her feet on the coffee table. Her open robe falls to either side of hips. She spent an hour in the gym today and her toned legs couldn't look better stretched out in front of her. She opens a magazine and begins to casually peruse.

David joins her a few minutes later, wearing pajama pants and an old t-shirt. Before he sits down next to her, he turns on a lamp at far side of the room and clicks off the overhead light. "So what do you want to watch, Mom?"

She loves the cozy ambience and slides a little closer to him to pass him the remote. "I'm not sure, you pick something."

He flicks on the television and chooses the movie channel. An old 70's western has just started and the title music is still playing. He leans to his left to put the remote on his side table then, on his return, he slides a few centimeters closer to her. They begin to watch, their legs barely touching.

Odette wishes he would say something, hating this awkward silence. The tension in her chest just won't reside.

Finally, she's the one to speak. "When you were a little boy, we used to watch a lot of movies together."

He chuckles a bit. "Yeah, we did."

"You'd always cling to my arm if something scary happened. Do you remember that?"

He gently hits her leg with the back of his hand. "I remember it being the other way around."

They both laugh. "I admit it," she says, "sometimes it was me clinging to you."

"Do you think this movie is going have any scary parts, Mom?"

"Probably not, I think I've seen it before, years ago."

"Well, just in case, I'm here if you need me." He stretches his arm along the back of the couch, resting his hand on her far shoulder.

"Thanks, honey. It's good to know that my protector is here." She slides over, cuddling into him as he squeezes her.

They watch quietly for 20 minutes as he lightly strokes her shoulder and the back of her neck, playing with her damp hair. She cuddles deeper into him and notices some movement in his loose pants. As she lets her breasts press harder against his side, she sees his pants begin to tent upward. A memory of her hands wrapped around that thick shaft flashes through her mind and she feels a tingle between her legs.

Keep yourself under control, Odette. It's working!

The movie's protagonist is a real hero-type of cowboy. He arrives in a small town which is being routinely shaken down by bandits and he quickly takes charge of the situation, tracking the bandits down to their hideouts and killing or driving them away. Soon he's got everyone in the town thanking him, even the sheriff who couldn't get the job done himself.

"Is that the kind of guy you were talking about, Mom?" David's exploring hands have started to slide her loose robe off of her shoulder and his fingertips are now twirling little circles on her bare skin.

"Huh? What do you mean, honey?"

"You said you liked men who take charge. Did you mean a guy like that?"

Odette chuckles a bit against his chest. "This is just a silly movie, honey. But, yeah, I guess I do like him. All us gals do."

Soon the cowboy hero ends up meeting a beautiful, young lass whom he saves from the bandits. They had her tied up at their hideout but he cuts her free and brings her back to the town, safe and sound, with her dignity still intact. There's a scene where she goes to his bedroom to thank him properly.

"Do you think she's going to give him a goodnight kiss, Mom?"

She giggles. "I think he might be looking for a little more than a kiss."

David continues to slide her robe further down her right arm. She allows it, pretending not to notice.

"Speaking of goodnight kisses," she continues. "Where have mine been?"

She looks up at him and for a moment both forget about the movie as their mouths come together for a quick kiss. They linger for an extra moment, making it a good one, before pulling apart. The kiss, along with her hard nipples rubbing against him, already have her feeling frisky.

They look back at the television and, sure enough, the rugged man has lifted the young beauty into the air and laid her gently on his bed before tearing her bodice clean off. The two spend the rest of the scene passionately making love.

"Looks like fun, huh, Mom?"

She giggles again, biting her finger. "Yes, it does."

David pushes her robe right down to her elbow, now fully exposing her shoulder and most of her right breast, which is bulging far out of her thin nightie. His fingers begin to trail across her chest and when they bump into her cleavage they climb a little ways up her swell. She's delighted to have his attention back on her and impressed that he's being so bold.

He's just like that cowboy.

They continue watching the steamy sex scene. It's long and seems to go on and on. She bites her lip and looks again at the bulge in his pants. It's now the full size that she remembers so vividly having in her hands. David's fingers slide up her milky swell once again, getting close to her sensitive, engorged nipple. Her plan is working perfectly. Wait. Her plan? What was it, again? Does she really have to tell him they need to slow things down?

Yes! Stick to the plan. Set boundaries!

The graphic scene continues as the young lady is ravished, moaning and wailing in delight. Odette speaks again, "you know we can never do that, right, honey? What those two are doing."

"And what is it that those two are doing?" His voice is level and calm.

"You know, honey," she whispers. "Fucking." She's never used that word in front of him.

His hand leaves her breast and ventures down her side, pushing her robe off of her right hip. "Don't worry, Mom. I know I can't fuck you." His fingertips start to draw tiny circles on the side of her thigh. Her useless nighty barely covers a thing. Why had she worn something so skimpy?

"You do?" She's surprised that he's being so understanding. Isn't he disappointed? She'd been prepared for him to argue.

"Yeah, Mom." He leans down to kiss her cheek and mouth once more. They share a brief snog before he brings his mouth close to her ear, continuing in a whisper. "If you and I fucked," his exploring hand falls between her legs and glides along her sensitive inner thigh, "it would be incest."

The mention of such a dirty word evokes an involuntary moan from Odette and her pussy gushes. Her thighs open as her son's probing fingers snake deeper between them. She rolls toward him, letting her head fall into his lap and closing her eyes, simply enjoying what his fingers are beginning to do.

Dave sees the obvious effect he's having on his mother and continues to push. "You and I could never do something so dirty, so forbidden, like incestuous fucking. Can we, Mother?" His fingers tickle their way higher up her leg, venturing beneath her nightie.

She moans again at his evocative language, feeling herself getting even wetter. "No, honey, I couldn't let you. We can never commit incest." She'd needed to say it, as well.

He grabs the hem of her nightie and pulls it right up over her hips to her stomach. Seeing her little, pink thong seems to embolden him and his hand immediately returns to cup her sex over the moist fabric -- pressing and rubbing her engorged clit through the thin material. "I love what you're wearing, Mom. You look so beautiful. So sexy."

Odette is in bliss, writhing her hips, and shocked by his confidence. But when she realizes that she has begun pinching and rubbing her own left nipple, she has a moment of clarity. "Davey, what are... you doing to me?" She can only speak between heavy breaths.

"I'm doing what you said, Mom."

"What do... you mean?" Her question is punctuated by a long moan. She shudders against his big hand as a jolt of electricity travels up her spine.

"At the waterfall, Mom. You said that a man should take something that he wants, when it's available."

"I didn't mean... me, David. Maybe I've been a bit... confused lately with the kissing and rubbing, but we can't just--"

His mouth covers hers at the same time that his left hand snakes around her neck to cup and firmly squeeze her tit, replacing her own hand. He pulls away, mere centimeters, to speak. "Yes, you did, Mom. You meant for me to take you."

He's right.

This is bad. Odette's ability to resist is vanishing rapidly. She reaches up with both arms and grabs his head, digging her fingers in and gripping him by his hair, as if holding on to him will save her from what is happening. Instead, she pulls him down for another long, deep kiss.

They break apart and he speaks again. "You need this, Mom. Admit it." Finally, his right hand slips off of her mound to slide up over her belly while his left continues to expertly work her tit.

His glorious cock feels so good against the side of her face, thoughts of flicking his pajamas down and trying to fit her mouth around it fill her mind. She remembers the taste of his seed and suddenly craves more. "Ohh, Daveyy," she whispers. "Kiss me again."

He lowers his lips to hers and her tongue immediately begins to search for his, digging far into his mouth. They kiss fervently while his fingers slide back down the smooth skin of her belly, this time slipping under the thin, pink waistband.

"Admit it, Mom," he breaths between kisses, pushing his fingers through her trimmed pubic hair to slide, for the first time, between her soaking lips. His middle finger reaches the farthest, curling just slightly into her vagina as his palm presses against her hyper-sensitive clitoris.

Odette knows she needs to stop him but she is shocked to hear nothing but moans of pleasure escaping her mouth every time she opens it. And they aren't just moans of pleasure. They're moans of encouragement! She can already feel the familiar rising crescendo of an orgasm deep within her.

When she can resist no more, she whispers, "yes, honey, I need it."

His slick middle finger plunges into her and she lifts her hips to allow it even deeper.

"Ohhh, Daveyyyyy..."

He pulls it back out, then goes in again, assertive but gentle, as if he knows just how to handle her. She begins bucking against him, no longer trying to hold back her soft moans.

Soon he introduces a second finger, really beginning to stretch her tight walls. His thumb strokes her clit and all she can do is writhe and whimper in his lap as the inevitable approaches.

"Yes, yes, a little more," she begs as his pace picks up, still whispering fervently. "Don't stop!" His big hand and thick digits fill her much fuller than her dainty fingers can, hitting places she can't reach on her own. He is right, she needs this. She wants this! She's needed someone's touch for so long.

"Deeper, Davey. Harder!"

His pace quickens and he starts driving his digits firmly and rhythmically while adding pressure to her clit. "Let it happen, Mom. It's okay."

She relaxes at his words. Her orgasm hits her like a bomb and her body stiffens, lifting her hips high and arching her back as a loud, unbroken moan echoes through the cozy house, "ahhhhhhhhhhh, gawwwwwddddddd!!!"

She sinks back down into his lap, breathing deeply as he removes his hand but continues to rub and massage her breasts and body. She relaxes -- so much tension from her body is gone. She curls into a ball in her boy's lap, feeling his hands rubbing around her hips to massage the tingles out of her legs and rump, permitting herself to enjoy his loving caresses.

He senses when she is ready and slides his hand back into her thong. This time, he doesn't wait and pushes two fingers back into her slick pussy.

Yes, do it again, touch me some more!

Over and over he brings her off, the movie continuing in the background, with his naturally talented fingers and perfectly timed, full, tongue kisses. She loses count of her orgasms and simply surrenders to the pleasure -- to the gift her boy is giving her.

Finally he relents, removing his wet fingers from her panties and sliding them up across her tummy to caress and squeeze her boob one last time.

Her face tries to follow as his soft lips pull away from their final kiss but he sits up straight and she can't reach his delicious mouth. Instead, she melts back into his lap. Her head, once again, comes to rest on his hard shaft.

The movie is over. For how long had he been touching her? At least an hour. She can't think. She can barely move. The plan-- what had happened?

With great effort, she extricates herself from his arms and stands on shaky legs. Walking daintily to the stairs, she looks back at him. He remains leaned back on the couch, watching her go with a satisfied grin on his face.

Staggering into her room, she drops her robe to the floor and collapses onto her bed. That had not gone according to plan. She had gone into this night with a simple idea. She was going to reconnect with him, get his attention back on her, but when he tried to go too far, she would finally draw some firm boundaries. Instead, she had let him touch her, even asking for it. And, she had to admit, she'd had her best sexual experience in the last decade.

How does he get his way with me so easily?

Now that she is alone in the safety of her bedroom she can begin to think. Taking a few deep breaths, she looks at her reflection in her dresser mirror. Her hair is disheveled and her face is flushed red. Right now, she's far from the refined, classy woman who had gone out in that cashmere dress. In just her thin nightie, she looks more like a hussy, ready for a night of unabashed sex.

She needs to set things straight right here and now. She will march back to him, finally be a real mother, and let him know that this is over. Sure, he's gotten to make a few special memories with his mommy, the kind that most boys could only dream of, but he will just need to be happy with that, because there will be no more funny business -- not even smooching.

She hears him come upstairs and enter his room, pulling his bedroom door shut.

Maybe it's best if David really does find a girlfriend at school -- some little cutie who will suck and fuck all his delicious, teenage cum right out of him. Because Odette sees now that if they go any further, they really will commit incest -- a tingle runs through her body -- and he'll regret it forever! How would he ever be able to have a healthy relationship or marriage after that? She would be a terrible mother to let that happen. She can't avoid this anymore. Her only option is to deal with it directly.

She needs to go to him. She must. She checks her reflection once more. The fine fabric of her nightie, pulled tight across her bust and hips, doesn't leave much to the imagination. But she doesn't bother covering up. After all, David has already seen her dressed scantily like this. Even her pokey, troublesome nipples, which are harder than ever, won't be anything new to him.

She prepares to go, but hesitates. Something's wrong. Her pussy still hasn't stopped gushing. How can she possibly confront her son for being too handsy with her while wearing panties soaked in her own hypocrisy? She shakes her head at her silliness and pushes them down before hooking her toes into the pink waistband and flicking them toward her hamper. That's better.

She gently knocks on her boy's door for the second time that night, now without trepidation. She's found her motherly confidence and knows she's doing the right thing.

"Come in."

She enters his cozy, dim bedroom, lit only by the yellow light of his small lamp. He's laying in bed on top of his comforter in his pajama pants, one arm bent behind his head as if he's the most relaxed guy in the world. His t-shirt has been removed and tossed onto the carpet.

"Hey, Mom. What's up?"

How can he speak to me as if everything is normal?

She joins him on the bed, sitting down close to him and keeping her knees pressed together. Folding her hands in her lap, she makes every effort to appear serious. "We've got to talk about some things, David."

"Yeah?"

"This silliness between us, this... physical stuff. It needs to stop." She speaks with her best mother-voice, firm and authoritative. "You can't touch me like that. And I shouldn't have touched you, either. I am your mother." There, she's said it.

"I know, Mom. It's not appropriate."

"Yes. Well... good." She nods.

He sits up and strokes her hair off of her face, letting his hand drop to her bare shoulder after tucking a loose strand behind her ear. "We're not supposed to touch each other that way. You're right, Mom, it's not proper. And we're definitely not supposed to like it as much as we do."

She feels familiar prickles of electricity in her body as he continues to lightly stroke her shoulder and back. She opens her mouth again but no words come out.

"You've probably been feeling pretty emotional over the past few weeks, huh, Mom?"

How does he always know what to say? "Yes, I have."

He keeps toying with her hair, inching his hips closer. "You're worried about me leaving, aren't you? Feeling like our valuable time together is counting down?"

"Yes." Her eyes fall to his bare, muscled chest. Then to his crotch. Once again she sees a tempting outline inside his pajama pants.

"And that's why you've allowed us to get so much closer. Right, Mom? Because we might not have much time left. It feels good to be close, doesn't it?"

"Yes." So he understands more than she'd thought.

"But things ended up going too far, didn't they? Further than you intended." He slides closer, dropping his hand to the far side of her back.

"Yes." Her voice is quiet.

Unrushed, he lets his hand rub all the way up, down, and back up her spine before returning to her shoulder. "And now you're worried that you can't stop it. That it's too late. And that if we go any further, we'll cross a line and regret it forever -- that I'll be damaged and you'll be a bad mother."

She nods, looking down at her lap. The fingers of his other hand gently lift her chin until her face meets his. Again, this isn't going as planned. But how does he know all these things? It's like he's reading her mind. Somehow he's making her feel understood, and better yet, he's validating all the emotions she's been going through.

"We're not going to regret a thing." His mouth comes to hers. The firm kiss is filled with determination.

Her worries are washed away and, despite herself, she is kissing him back within moments. Her pussy is quickly back to life.

Oh, screw it! Just a little more smooching is okay.

His hand slides around her waist, pulling her to him and spinning her to lay her down atop his mattress -- finally breaking their kiss. His hands slide up under her nightie and over her bare hips. He freezes for a moment, his eyes widening when doesn't detect a waistband, before continuing to push the hem of her nightie all the way to her rib cage. He hungrily looks down at her pussy, now protected only by a thin patch of fur, and pulls back to flick his waistband down over his full cock, pulsing and eager. In a second his pants are pushed to his knees and kicked off and then he returns, pressing her knees back toward her shoulders. She couldn't be more exposed as her defenseless vagina spreads open before him.

"Oh, David, we can't!"

"I know, Mom." He sets his rod down on her soaking slit, letting gravity alone press their sensitive organs together.

He drags his veiny shaft backward along her crevice until his head drops from her hood and aligns at her neglected entrance. Odette feels her aroused vagina lengthening as her cervix retreats far inside of her, making space for him to slide himself deep.

His glans part her outer labia, finding her pink hole. Is he really just going to go for it?! She panics. A hundred voices scream in her mind.

He's your son, don't let him! Yes, let him, beg him! Enjoy him! No, you can't, you musn't! But you want it. Just do it! Let him. No, STOP HIM!

"David!" She desperately cries, eyes wide, as he begins to push inside. But, when he stretches her apart and begins to push inward, all the voices go silent, save for one -- calm and clear.

YES, take me!

She watches her son sink into her and gasps, her mouth hanging open in a silent scream as he buries himself completely. Her mind becomes quiet and she is alone with him as he lays motionless atop her, fully plugged in.

"Fuck, Mom," he gasps, keeping her pressed down against the mattress as he twitches within her warm walls. "Ohh, fuck!"

"Oh, Daveyy," she breathes into his ear. "Fuck me. Fuck me good."

He pulls back, almost completely out, then enters again, just as slowly as the first time. He wears a look of pure amazement as his body begins to repeat the slow, in-and-out motion, utterly astonished at the exquisite feel of his mother's velvet tunnel. He looks as if he never could have imagined how true mother-fucking would really feel.

"Yes, honey, like that. Just like that," she encourages him, feeling his awkward, initial movements becoming smoother as he gains a rhythm. She has adjusted to his size now, the pain of his initial entrance gone and replaced by a perfect fullness.

She begins to guide her inexperienced son between her deepening breaths, "harder now, Davey." Her pleading voice betrays her own profound desire. "Go harder."

"Oh, Mom!" He cries out as he speeds up, obeying his mother, and really beginning to take her possessively. One hand grips her boob and the other reaches below her hip to squeeze her butt while he repeatedly drives himself home.

"Yes, honey," she rasps. "Show me how good you can fuck me. Show mommy what a man you are!"

The gasped words coming out of Odette's mouth drive both mother and son into a frenzy. She knows that this is David's first time, but despite his thrusts being frantic -- almost angry -- his movements have begun to feel practiced, as if there is a natural lover behind them.

He's waited so long for this, and his body communicates everything, all the complex emotions a boy feels about his mother -- love, resentment, gratefulness, frustration, desire. The next few minutes contain nothing but beautiful healing as the two buck and writhe together -- son proudly taking the prize he's earned and mother opening, trusting, and letting down her walls.

When he's close to his finish, his quick thrusts become short and desperate. Knowing that his release is imminent, Odette locks eyes with him, bites her lip, and nods firmly. Moments later he grunts loudly and grips her tightly before pushing deep inside and beginning to squirt into her. She relishes the sensation of his shaft twitching with each shot as he empties himself and after he has given her all he has, he collapses atop her, panting.

After a minute, he falls to the side, laying against her in his small bed. She curls into a ball and lets him spoon her. He cups his mother's sensitive boobs while rubbing his slimy, softening penis against her soft ass.

Odette is content, even blissful after finally letting somebody in. At peace, she is grateful to have been her son's first, and for him to have been her second -- following only his father, whom he has already, in many ways, bested.

Why did I avoid this?

She stays with him for 20 minutes before stretching out and arching her back to bring her mouth beside his ear. She whispers, "I'll be in my room, David," and slides away, gently closing his bedroom door on her way out into the night.

19.

The next morning, Dave walks down the school hallway without a care in the world. He feels like a king -- his virginity a thing of the past. No longer a boy, he has already conquered the ultimate goal of any man -- his mom! Where had his surge of confidence come from? He never would have believed that when given the chance, he would just shove it in. But he had. He'd just taken her -- somehow knowing that it had been the right thing to do.

The memories of the sensations he'd felt within her -- warmth, softness, tightness -- wash over him and he can think of nothing else. Yet, he has a clarity in life now. He gets it. You achieve your material goals so that you can have the women you want. And then you enjoy the real prize -- sex. That's life. That's a man's purpose. Why do people make it so complicated?

Last night he had barely slept. After laying alone in his bed, basking in the glory of his first fuck and already wondering how he would earn his second, his mother's parting words had come back to him, hitting him like a brick wall.

I'll be in my room.

An invitation! He'd jumped out of bed, his prick already stiffening as he'd darted down the hallway, in the nude, toward that inviting rectangle of violet light framing his mom's door. He'd pushed it open to find a sight to remember until his final days. His nude mother had been spread on all fours, rump high in the air as his white cream had oozed from her puffy, pussy and been running down her leg.

As his penis had filled with blood, she'd spoken to him with her face flat on her mattress, looking back at him. "What took you so long?"

He'd been behind her in moments, wasting no time as he'd fed himself back into her slit. Pushing in, he'd watched his own cream oozing out around his shaft as his mushroom head plunged out her passage. She'd loved it when he'd taken a firm hold of her hips and had really begun to moan when he had started pounding her properly, his thighs slapping into her round ass over and over again.

He'd grabbed her cheeks and spread them, needing to see everything, then frozen mid thrust. For the first time, he'd looked down at his mother's beautiful asshole, a tight asterisk of small wrinkles all emanating from a central, dark and mysterious point -- exquisitely toned with subtly darkened skin -- utterly bald, clean, and endlessly alluring.

I wonder if I could ever--

"You like looking at it?" she'd laughed, still looking back at him with her smiling face against the mattress. "Well you should know that it's only ever going to be for looking." Then she'd pushed her hips back against him, snapping him out of his reverie and continuing their second romp.

After he'd creamed her for the second time, he'd stood and retreated, watching as his cum had oozed and dripped out of her puffy vagina, falling in a stream to pool on her clean sheets. The last thing he'd seen as he'd backed into the dark hallway had been her hand appearing between her legs, catching what semen remained and rubbing it back into her muff as her eyes had rolled backwards before fluttering shut.

Dave notices a few young, cuties giving him eyes as he walks to class. He must be carrying himself differently today. These chicks have never even looked at him before. But he can't be bothered with them now, not after experiencing a night of sex with a real woman.

Possibilities flood his young mind. What else can he get his mom to do? Where else could he fuck her? The couch? The kitchen? His future has never seemed to be so bright -- to hold so much raw potential!

He briefly thinks back to his university and college applications. His third option for schooling is beginning to look more and more attractive.

20.

Odette spends the afternoon on her laptop typing myriad internet searches. She'd awoken peacefully that morning and, despite only having slept a few hours, felt clear and refreshed.

She'd known it had been important not to skip her morning run in order to maintain a sense of normalcy in her new life. But, as she'd passed other runners and cyclists on the trail, she'd found herself wondering about their lives. Were any of these people hiding naughty secrets that could rival the one she carried?

Now, showered and refreshed, she sits at her dining room table sipping her coffee. She has some answers to find and a decision to make. It's important for Odette to understand what had happened the previous night. She feels as if she's discovered a wonderful secret and finally broken down walls deep within herself, as if she's unlocked a part of her being that spent years unable to break free. So why does the world say that what her and David had done is morally wrong?

To put herself at ease, she first needs to accept the reality. They'd fucked. She'd basically asked for it, making herself available, and, well, he'd taken her.

Like a man should.

Odette must admit that over the last few weeks, she's realized that David is not a timid man. In fact, he's the kind of strong man to whom she would usually be afraid to open up. And yet, she doesn't fear him. She knows him. She trusts that, though he will take what he wants from her, he won't hurt her.

Her vagina throbs at the memory of his determined, confident movements -- the way he'd just pushed himself into her, as if he'd simply been coming home to a pussy that he owned.

But incestuous sex is wrong. Odette knows that it is wrong. But what bothers her is that she can't explain why.

So she continues searching at her computer, researching a question that has been debated by the greatest philosophers and moralists for millennia. Why do almost all societies create a taboo around incest and why is there such a strong temptation to break it? Perhaps the temptation comes from the taboo? Perhaps the taboo isn't necessary at all?

Of course, in her searching, Odette finds countless articles summarizing the arguments against the practice of incest. She reads about religious groups decrying it as immoral and an insult to God. But Odette does not believe in God and she reads on. She finds pages about the psychological harm that sex between family members can have. But based on their mutual enthusiasm the night before, she now seriously doubts that either of them will end up harmed. So she reads on. She finds articles about problems in offspring, but she certainly won't be getting pregnant, she'll make sure of that, and she reads on. She finds an article about the offense principle, arguing that incest should be illegal if a majority of a population finds it distasteful. But Odette does not live her life to please ignorant people.

None of these arguments strike a chord with Odette. It's as if all of the articles she's just read were authored by people who had never experienced the act themselves -- people who had never dared to cross that line and find out the truth for themselves.

Then Odette stumbles upon a fascinating, obscure website. It's an old sex-themed forum that hasn't had any new posts in the last 10 years. She takes a minute to enjoy some nostalgia from the blocky look of the classic discussion board software before beginning to click through an old thread in which members had been discussing incest.

A few people seem to be against it, citing the same boring arguments she'd already found. But the majority of the posters seemed to view it with a "live and let live" mentality. Some even claim to have tried it themselves and have loved it. Odette smiles. Has she found her people?

Reading further through the thread, she finds a long post by a woman who had chosen to become intimate with her son. In the post, the woman shares how the illicit relationship began and progressed. First, she had caught her husband cheating with his secretary and her confidence had been absolutely smashed. Odette pauses to shake her head. Why do men have to be such pigs? She continues reading to learn that the woman had then started spending more time with her 19 year-old son who had been home from his first year in college. Odette's eyes widen and she leans closer to her laptop screen, eager to find out what happens next. The woman goes on to explain that her boy had begun giving her nightly massages to help relieve her back pain. But before long, she had realized that he was getting erections while touching her. She'd felt conflicted, but ended up embracing the boost to her confidence. Soon she had begun wearing less and less clothing during her nightly rub-downs until she had gotten to the point of laying on his bed in nothing but a thong while he spread oil across her back and legs. Odette bites her lip and reads on. One night, the massage had lasted longer than usual. Neither mother nor son had wanted it to end and after more than an hour of deeply sensual touching, the temptation had become too strong for either of them to resist. The woman had slowly begun to open her legs wider while her son had rubbed the backs of her thighs and butt. Soon his hand had daringly slid onto her crotch, discovering her arousal. She'd rolled over and embraced him with a deep kiss as his fingers had pushed her little panties to the side and taken their first plunge inside of her. Odette squirms and cups her left breast, pinching her nipple as she continues to read the explicit details of this woman's first experience with her son. Like Odette and David, the pair had stayed up late, fucking several times during their first night of coupling. The next day had been more of the same and, from then on, the sex had been constant. They had continued their relationship for a few years, never tiring of one another, until her son had finally moved away permanently after taking a job across the country. She'd written that bonding with her son had been the medicine she'd needed after her painful divorce and that neither of them felt a shred of regret. In fact, her son had thanked her for welcoming him to manhood and for teaching him to please a woman. Years later, they still find time to sneak away at least once or twice when they have annual family gatherings for Christmas.

By the end of the story, Odette is really hot. She's gone from playing with her nipples to sliding her hand between her legs.

Could I have that with David?

Trying to find more stories, she skips ahead several pages of the thread. There are hundreds of replies and she wants to see where the discussion leads. She happens to find another woman's story posted on the page she lands on.

This mother shares that she had raised twins, a girl and a boy. She'd lost her husband to a heart attack when the kids were young and ended up raising them herself. Odette's interest is peaked as she understands the challenges of raising even one child as a single mother. The years had gone on, the twins had grown up and moved out, and the woman had had a failed second marriage. That's when her, then 22 year-old, son and daughter had taken her on a vacation to a romantic, tropical beach resort. Sex had been in the air and, throughout the week, the twins had become increasingly touchy with her. She had thought it was odd but hadn't minded the attention at all, even becoming aroused by it. Her buff son had taken great care of himself and her daughter had looked incredible in her bikini. The three of them had ended up wearing less and less around the hotel room until the two women had been routinely lounging topless in front of their lucky man. The mother writes that toward the end of their magical trip, the three of them had ended up laying in bed together, herself in the middle and her twins on either side of her. Constant touching had become normal by that point and her son and daughter had been lightly stroking her toned belly and face. Suddenly they had begun touching her breasts and removing her bikini top. They'd each taken a nipple into their mouth and the woman had become so horny that she'd shoved her son's underwear down and spun to straddle him right there in front of her daughter! He'd eagerly driven his big cock up inside -- stretching, filling, and satisfying her. Then he'd rolled over and given the woman's daughter the same treatment, gifting his twin sister with a rich creampie. The trio had spent the rest of their trip having constant threesomes -- kissing, fucking, and sucking -- in every possible position. Odette slips her fingers into her panties as she reads on, vividly imagining this lucky mother being serviced by her sexy twins. Apparently the son and daughter had secretly been sleeping together for years, always fantasizing about how they'd one day seduce their gorgeous mother. Like the previous poster, this woman reports that they don't feel any remorse and that the trip has become a beautiful memory for the three of them.

Odette is soaking wet by this point, her engine really getting revved up by that last story. She bookmarks the thread before continuing to click through it, reading story after story as she absently toys with her sensitive clit. The sons in these accounts clearly enjoy themselves and are better for the experience -- always looking to go back for more loving from their sexy moms. And none of these women ever claim to regret spreading their legs for their boys.

Odette doesn't feel remorse either. In fact, right now all she can think about is doing it with David again. The experiences she's read about sound wonderful. She must admit that she's envious of the women who maintain ongoing intimate relationships with their boys.

The classic arguments against incest that she'd read don't hold any weight. And the first-hand accounts she's reading are obviously written by happy people and are only serving to turn her on even more than she already is.

So what's wrong with incest?

Nothing. It isn't wrong. In fact, it's a beautiful thing -- a reward for those few courageous souls who dare to defy the taboo and explore this forbidden world.

Furthermore, no actions are objectively right or wrong. Nor can people be good or bad. Moral judgments can only be made in the context of value systems which differ between people depending on their beliefs, as actions simply result in consequences that either bring one closer to or further from outcomes that one values. If being closer to David is an outcome that Odette values, then sex with him is actually a good thing. Why should somebody else, with different values, have the authority to tell her what is right and wrong? Or what she can and can't do?

Clarity washes over Odette. In this moment, she knows that she's going to fuck her son again and again, just like the women in those stories. Her pussy leaks onto her fingers as any uncertainty in her mind is resolved. All tension dissolves from her body and she is embraced by a rolling full-body orgasm as she imagines what David will do when he comes home to find his mom fully available to him.

21.

Dave sits at the dining room table with his homework spread in front of him, watching his mother finish cooking their dinner. She dances and twirls happily around the kitchen in her fun, red skirt. When she brings his full dinner plate to him she leans forward and pecks his cheek.

"Here's some food for my hungry man."

Other than a few light touches and smiles, their evening has been relatively normal despite what they'd done the night before. Dave is enjoying his mother's company, and loving the relief he'd felt to come home to his mom being in a good mood. A part of him had been worried that she'd be upset, maybe even regretful over having had sex with him. Instead, there's an easy energy in their home and a flirty connection between the pair. She seems more open and at ease than ever.

The two make small talk while they eat, then Dave helps his mom clean off the table and wash the dishes.

It isn't until they sit down in the living room together that a bit of nervous tension returns. Dave knows that he wants to have her again, but isn't quite sure how to proceed. He decides to heed the words of the saleswoman.

Take the reigns and she will follow.

"I'd like you to go to your bedroom, Mom, and wait for me there."

"Hmm? To my room?"

"Yes, Mother. I have a few things to do, but I'll join you soon. Go and get ready for me. I won't be long."

She stares blankly at him for a moment, mouth hanging open, before nodding and obediently leaving the room.

Dave spends the next hour taking his time to finish a bit of homework and have a long shower. Then, wearing only his boxer shorts, he approaches his mother's closed bedroom door.

Without knocking, he enters. Again, the room basks in a dim violet glow from the single bedside lamp. His mother is laying, belly down, in the center of her bed. She faces away from him. She still wears the same red skirt and tight blouse with it's frilly edges. Dave enters quietly and gently lays down beside her. He begins to lightly stroke her back, beginning at her shoulder blades and journeying down, over her rump, to the backs of her legs.

His cock hardens as he takes his time appreciating his mother's body, unrushed and unashamed, without any sort of pretense. He openly admires her, letting his fingers slowly make the long journey from shoulders to knees several times before finally speaking.

"You know you have a beautiful body, Mother?"

She doesn't answer, but Dave knows she is awake and listening.

He begins to tug her skirt upwards, showing the backs of her thighs. His fingers trail little circles on her legs, beginning to slide down onto her inner thighs.

"I've been looking at you for so long, Mom. Admiring you and wanting you."

Her legs part slightly, letting his hand slide a little deeper, a little closer to her crotch.

"I loved fucking you last night. I knew you would come to me eventually."

Her legs part farther, letting his hand slide all the way up to her panty-covered crotch. He rubs it for a minute then lifts the hem of her skirt up over her butt, setting it on her low back. His hand rests on her bare cheeks and he slowly drags his fingers across the pale skin as he admires her.

In no rush, he simply strokes and fondles her ass, waiting until her breathing becomes husky and a wet spot begins to appear on the crotch of the red fabric covering her slit.

"Take off your panties, Mom." He removes his hand from her butt.

Her hands, which had been tucked under her pillow, obediently slide down to either side of her hips and two thumbs hook into her waistband. Keeping her face against the pillow, she slides her knees under her hips to allow the panties to slip down over her thighs. When they reach her knees she lets go of them and returns her hands to her pillow before hooking her undergarment with the toes of her left foot, pulling them completely off, and flicking them toward him. She doesn't extend her legs again. She keeps her knees under her hips and her bare hindquarters raised in the air.

Dave picks up the panties, sniffing them before continuing to toy with her holes. He can see everything -- her lightly-haired pussy, spread and glistening below her tight pucker. The scent of her anticipation fills the room as his fingers begin to ply apart her soft lips.

"I've played with your panties, Mom -- from the hamper and the laundry room."

"I know you have."

"Really?"

"Yes, you never put them back in the same place. And didn't you find the wet ones I left for you?"

"Yes, I--" shocked, Dave loses focus for a moment, "--loved them, Mom." He kisses her bare rump, licking hungrily across her cheek.

"Mmmm," she moans.

"This pussy has been neglected for a long time, hasn't it?" He lightly spreads her outer labia, inspecting the inviting pink insides.

"Yes."

"I was the first since my father." He brings his face close, kissing and licking her rump while beginning to tease her slippery entrance with his middle finger.

"Yes." She affirms, though he hadn't asked her a question.

"Mmmm, so that's why you're so tight." He slides his long finger inside, watching with fascination as it disappears inside of her only to be gripped by her inner lips as it comes back out. He removes it completely and licks it off, loving her taste.

"How did you last so long, Mom, without sex?" He puts his finger back inside, beginning to gently fuck her with his digit.

"It was hard, baby." She still speaks into her pillow, facing away from him.

"You touched yourself a lot, didn't you, Mom? You masturbated a lot."

"Yes." She begins to pant as his slow, casual fingering continues.

"I know. Because you were loud. Even when I was home."

"Yes, I was." She moans as his thumb finds her clit and begins to gently circle it. "Because I wanted you to hear me."

"I loved hearing you." He climbs behind her, between her wide knees and brings his face close to her crotch, smelling her while continuing to work her vagina.

"You did?" She's breathing hard now.

"Oh, yes." He takes out his fingers, pushing his hands between her thighs and wrapping an arm around each leg before placing his hands back on her ass, spreading her. "And every time I heard you, I wanted to come in here and do this." He pulls her back toward him, burying his face in the wet mess between her legs. His tongue darts out to lick and taste her sweet pussy and his nostrils press directly against her rosebud. He inhales deeply, his body becoming a mass of tingles, and nearly cums right then and there.

"Oooohhh," she moans and coos while he eats her, eagerly pressing her hips back against his face. She's fucking horny -- a woman ready to be ravished.

Without disengaging from her crotch, Dave slides his boxers down, letting his rigid member spring free. Vigorously, he devours his delicious mother from behind for a long while before pressing his tongue firmly against her clit and slowly sliding it all the way up her slit and over her backdoor, where he pauses to press inward and taste her dark flavor before licking right out the top of her crack. He crawls up behind her and pokes his engorged head against her soaking entrance.

When she feels his manhood, her hips begin to gyrate, rubbing herself against his head. He fists the base of his shaft, moving it in small circles to tease her sensitive mound.

She presses back against him, trying to get him past her tight opening, but he backs away.

He returns a moment later, but when she tries once again to get him inside he retreats once more.

It's only on his third visit, that she learns to wait. Patiently, she endures his teasing, squeezing her comforter in two tight fists when the urge to impale herself becomes too strong.

At last, his small circles finally stop and his glans press through her labia to spread her open. It's a long plunge inward as he slides all the way to her bottom in a continuous thrust, stretching wide her tight vagina for the third time.

He grips her hips firmly, fucking her long and deep for many minutes, only slowing down periodically to prevent his own finish. His rutting skills elicit a symphony of beautiful gasps and moans from his mother's mouth. Then he presses in deep and stays there before beginning to move his hips in a circle, causing his cock to spread her from side to side as he rounds again and again. She gasps as she feels his true size reaming her.

From her whimpers, Dave senses how close to the edge she is and pulls back out, almost all the way, before slamming back in to trigger her orgasm. He continues his long pull backs followed by inward slams as she pants and rides out the waves of her pleasure.

As she calms down and recovers, he lays atop her, pressing her body against the mattress while still buried deep within her. His hands slide beneath her to cup her breasts while he whispers against her ear. "This pussy is mine now, isn't it, Mother?"

"Yes, honey. It's yours." She's mumbling, her face pressed firmly into the pillow.

"Tell me."

Obediently, she responds quickly. "My pussy is yours, sweetheart. Whenever you want it."

"When I come home tomorrow, I expect to find you ready and waiting for me in my bed. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I'll be ready for you."

Keeping her pressed down, Dave resumes his firm thrusting, holding nothing back as he spunks her.

After laying together for another 10 minutes, each catching their breath while they cuddle tenderly, he stands up, gathering both his and her underwear, and leaves the room. They don't see each other again for the rest of the evening.

22.

Odette's mind has been quiet all morning and afternoon. She's had no decisions to make and nothing to think about. Where there had once been anxiety, questions, and worry, there is now certainty and clarity.

Of course, she'd followed her regular routine -- a nice, long morning run followed by a shower and healthy lunch. Now she lays on David's bed. She feels comfy and relaxed. She might even doze off while she waits for him. He'll be so happy to find her napping here.

It would be wonderful to wake up to him touching me.

His instructions had been clear. She's to be waiting for him in his bed -- ready. In her shower, she'd taken her time to prepare herself for him. While shaving her legs, she'd considered removing her pubic hair as well, but had decided against it. She has a feeling that he likes a bit of fur down there. Afterwards, she'd applied her usual scented lotions and had blown dry her wavy hair before putting it up in a tight ponytail. Then she'd selected and prepared her outfit -- something he'll really like.

She hears the front door open and close. He is home.

Strangely, he doesn't come directly to her. Instead, she hears him in the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge. Is he having a snack? Patiently, she waits while he eats. When she hears him set his dishes in the sink she is sure that he'll come see her. He'll be pleased to find her waiting for him like he asked.

Finally he climbs the stairs, but again, doesn't come into his bedroom. He goes to her bedroom and enters the en suite bathroom. He even starts up the shower! As far as she knows, he's never even used her bathroom before.

Odette patiently waits, only being able to imagine what David will do when he finally comes to her. Will it be like last night? Will he do her from behind again? She had loved that, especially his firm hands on her hips. She wonders if he'll talk dirty to her. Would they whisper more secret confessions to one another? That had made her feel so close to him and gotten her so hot that she'd tried to impale herself on his rod. But she'd learned. If she wants his big dick inside her she has to wait for it. So she relaxes, taking long, slow breathes while waiting for the shower to turn off.

She dozes off and awakens to the sound of David's bedroom door finally opening. He walks in with one of her fluffy, white towels wrapped loosely around his waist. He glances at her, raising his eyebrows and grinning as he takes in the sight -- his mother curled up on her side, wearing long black nylons with a checkered, purple miniskirt and a t-shirt a few sizes too small. Her braless tits press tight against the tattered fabric.

Without a word he passes her, going to the window to draw the blinds before returning and flicking on his bedside lamp.

He takes her hand and gently brings her to her feet before wrapping his arms around her and embracing her with a deep kiss. Now familiar, their kisses have become practiced and they take turns sucking the other's tongue or nibbling the other's lips. They've learned what the other likes, but this doesn't take anything away from the excitement of kissing one another. On the contrary, smooching with her son excites Odette now more than ever. David's hands lower to cup her ass as they snog, pulling her tight to him so that she can feel his rigidity beneath the towel. Odette is truly happy in this moment, feeling so young and playful as her son's exploring hands toy with her skirt and what lays beneath.

He pulls away and smiles down at her. "Let's get this off."

He lifts her t-shirt and she cooperatively brings her arms above her head so that it can slide off easily. It's exhilarating to stand topless before him, her round tits and hardening nipples pointing proudly up at her new lover. These simple thrills -- dressing up in a fun outfit, being topless with her boy, a steamy make out in his bedroom -- bring so much joy to Odette. This is what she's been missing all these years.

He sits on the edge of his bed, pulling her into his lap where she straddles him, standing on her knees to bring her boobs level with his face. He takes a nipple into his mouth and gently suckles it, licking and caressing all over her breast while he cups and massages the other.

"Mmmmm," she encourages, pressing harder against his face as he switches boobs and begins to lick and suck the other. His lips and tongue feel like magic on one of the most sensitive parts of her body.

He places a strong hand on her low back and spins her toward his headboard, laying her back down where she was when he'd found her.

"I like these," he states while examining the black, thigh-high nylons.

"I knew you would."

"But we'll need to take them off, Mom." He begins rolling them down her legs, one at a time.

Huh? What does he have in mind?

When each leg is bare, he spreads the nylons across his lap, ironing them flat with his hands before lifting one and tying it around her right ankle. He then ties the other around her left.

What on Earth?

Abruptly, he pushes her knees back toward her shoulders, lifting her hips right up off the mattress and continuing until they're almost above her head. She's nearly upside down now, with her legs spread apart behind her head and her panty-covered crotch high in the air. Her mini-skirt has fallen back over her belly.

Again, never rushing, David ties the loose end of each nylon to one of the wooden slats of his headboard, securing both of her ankles snugly behind her head. She watches him from beneath the giant V that her splayed legs now create.

"That's better," he says as if he's just solved a problem.

Now finished securing her, he hungrily looks down at her spread privates and begins to pet the backs of her thighs, sliding his fingertips closer and closer to her purple panties. Soon he lets his knuckles dance lightly across the tight, moist fabric, teasing her mercilessly. Occasionally he brings his nostrils close for a deep inhale of her scent. Throughout all of this, he acts as if they have all the time in the world.

"Tell me about your day, Mom. Did you go for your run?"

"Yes, I did." She is beginning to breath heavier. "In the morning."

"That's great. It's so impressive to see how dedicated you are. What else did you do? I'd like to hear." His teasing fingers continue to dance across her mound, pressing a bit more firmly now.

"I tidied up the house."

"I noticed. What else, Mother?"

"I... mmph--" she moans as he presses on her clit, "--took a long shower and I picked out my outfit."

"You chose beautifully, Mom." He hooks his hands beneath her purple waistband and slides the panties away from her vagina. They try to cling for a moment, due to her wetness, but spring free. However, they quickly stretch tight across her thighs and he's prevented from sliding them far up her legs.

"Hmmm..." He muses for a moment before taking the thin waistband on her right side in two tight fists and giving it a little tug apart, snapping it. "There we go."

Now only looped around her left leg, the ruined garment is pushed all the way to her ankle. Returning to her exposed muff, his fingers resume their teasing against her slick labia -- now beginning to spread and dig their way inside her pussy. Soon he uses both hands to spread her outer lips wide open and brings his face close, placing his tongue directly against her vagina and pushing it deep inside her. His thumb strums her clit lightly while he continues the tongue fucking.

His wet slug feels exquisite as he penetrates her and after so much foreplay she is nearly ready to cum already, but the thumb on her clit slows down every time she gets close. He won't allow her to climax and her arousal only continues to build.

She watches, looking upward at the action from her inverted vantage-point, as her boy devours her, now eagerly lapping at both of her holes. It's clear that he absolutely adores her taste.

He can't get enough of me!

Self-love and acceptance flood her mind as the undeniable reality of her son's desire washes over her. Any remaining vestiges of insecurities or shame are destroyed by the torrent of affection she is finally allowing herself to receive. Her traumatic memories couldn't feel more distant and the walls she has built up come crumbling down. She knows that the past cannot hurt her and that she had never deserved any of the pain that had been visited on her. She fully embraces the present and the man who obviously adores her for exactly who she is.

David slides two thick fingers into her upturned craw and pushes them deep before curving them and sliding them along the roof of her vagina as he scoops out her juice. He shoves them into his own mouth, slurping off her flavor before digging back in for more. Mesmerized by the primal act and still balanced on the edge of nirvana, she watches her son feed himself her sweet juices, becoming wild on her nectar.

When he begins to press his rough thumb against her ass, firmly working it in small circles while once again tonging her clit, it becomes too much. The mixture of love flashing through her mind and the physical stimulation across her body sends her into an intense climax, rocketing through her body from the top of her head to her toes. She surrenders completely to it, wailing in pleasure as wave after wave of a now rolling orgasm take possession of her. Long minutes pass as her relentless son swirls his tongue against her little pearl and toys with her convulsing pucker, continuing to draw out her ecstasy. Shockingly, she sprays his face with a heavy squirt of clear fluid before it's over.

Finally he shows her mercy and slows his pace, bringing her back down slowly and allowing her a minute to breath and recover while she lays, eyes closed.

But he is not done with her. Seemingly transfixed by her backdoor, he drops a large ball of spit onto her and lets it run down against his thumb, still pressed firmly on her anus. Then he begins to penetrate her, slipping the nail inside. She feels her tight hole stretching so much -- too much -- she tries to relax and take it, she wants to let him in, but she can't.

"Ohh, honey, no," she gasps, closing her eyes. "Not there."

"Common, Mom. You can do it."

"No, Davey. It's like I said, you can't go in there. It's only for looking."

"And some licking?"

"Definitely some licking."

"Okay, Mom. We'll try again another time."

She feels his weight shift and when she opens her eyes he is standing above her -- towel dropped and cock in fist. A big drip of clear precum is falling away from his slit, drooping to the back of her thigh. He points his tool downward, leaning far forward against the headboard to bring his body horizontal above hers as he lowers to her slit.

She is a puddle of goo -- tied and helpless. All she can do is watch as he enters her. Inch by inch, he impales her from above until he is deeper than he has ever been. His hips rest against the back of her thighs and when he lets his dead weight drop fully against her he slides deeper still. Her mouth hangs open as a deep gasp empties her lungs.

He pushes on the back of her knees to lift himself up again and the pressure tilts her even further back than she was before. Her pussy now points directly upward. In a push-up position over her, he retreats his hips, pulling almost out of her, then drops down again, straight back to the bottom. She feels his head hit the end of her tunnel. He does it again. And again.

Over and over he pushes himself far inside of her -- sending a clear message. You're mine now. She doesn't object, encouraging him with little moans punctuated with "yes, more" and "fuck, oh yeah, fuck me!"

He doesn't delay and quickly cums, pushing all the way in before ejecting his milk directly against her cervix.

Without lingering, he pulls out and wipes off with some old laundry. She watches him over her puffy mound as he makes his way around the bedroom. A little river of his cum has begun to ooze out of her and run down over her belly button, but the majority remains deep inside. She cups her upturned snatch, preventing any more of his goo from escaping and begins massaging the rich semen into her skin. It's her semen now. He's given it to her.

While playing with herself, she watches him as he dresses casually, zipping the fly of his jeans and securing his belt. Then he comes to her, untying her leggings and speaking. "We'll sleep in your room tonight. Your bed is bigger."

"Okay, honey."

He helps her to her feet and she stumbles, knees weak, to her bedroom to wipe off and get dressed.

When she goes down to the kitchen to prepare dinner, she is shocked to find David waiting for her.

"So, what are we cooking?" he asks.

For the first time ever, her son actually helps Odette prepare dinner. She's overjoyed to be sharing the kitchen with him. She gives him a couple of easy jobs -- chopping carrots and marinating some beef. It's a pleasure to spend time her boy while they cook, occasionally bumping hips and exchanging playful smooches.

They eat, conversing easily about life and the world, though never mentioning sex, and wash the dishes together. Then they sit in the living room to read. She chooses one of her romance novels and he sticks his face in a science textbook after flicking on a couple of lamps to set the mood. It's wonderful to simply be together, sharing the cozy space with him. It's as if she has a boyfriend! She blushes at the thought.

After 20 minutes she lifts the television remote. "Would you like me to put on a movie?"

David gently places his hand atop hers and shakes his head. "Tonight is for reading, Mom. We don't need the television rotting our brains."

Her heart melts with pride. She's raised him so well!

After an hour of silent reading David stands and takes her hand. He leads her to her bedroom. "Go ahead, Mom. Finish your nightly routine. I'll be waiting."

He undresses and slips under the covers while Odette goes into the bathroom to shower. She finishes with her usual cream and a nightie and comes back to join her son in bed.

They whisper together for a few minutes with the lamp on before flicking it off to cast the room in total darkness. That's when they embrace once more, finding each other by touch alone and settling into a steamy make out. Odette pushes his underwear down and flips her leg up over him, lifting her silk nightie and setting her pantiless crotch atop his shaft. She reaches between them to take his girth in her hand before lowering herself onto him and beginning a long ride.

That night the power games are gone. Joyfully exchanging forbidden fluids, mother and son make love late into the night, celebrating being human and happy to be alive.

Later, they roll onto their sides, remaining joined and keeping their legs entangled as sleep takes them.

23.

Dave sits at his desk sorting through a few letters that have come in the mail for him. Though he no longer sleeps in here, he still uses his bedroom as an office to work and study.

There had already been a chance that he would have declined, but he had still been disappointed when his first choice school, Eagleworth University, denied his application. Just like that, his dreams of attending a top engineering school had been dashed. However, he had been overjoyed to receive an acceptance letter into both Brimington U, his second choice, and Sundale, the local college.

Now it's time to make a decision. Brimington has a good engineering program, too. He could still follow the career path he's dreamed of. But he'd have to move away -- far away. And give up the regular sex he's spent the last month enjoying.

Dave has to admit, coming home each day from school to find his mother ready and waiting for him in a short skirt or sometimes just a robe has been incredible. By now, he's fucked her in almost every room of the house.

His favorite part is how much she seems to enjoy it when he takes charge, even getting extra horny when he gives her commands. The power games have been a lot of fun and have added to the fire between them.

One day, when he'd come home to find her wearing her new black dress around the house, he'd sat on the couch and instructed her to kneel on the floor in front of him. She'd followed his instructions and had known exactly what he wanted, enthusiastically unzipping his pants to free his shaft before stretching her mouth into a big O to push it over his swollen head. It had turned out that she really knows how to suck, despite her limited experience. When she'd started involving her tongue in the action, firmly sliding it up and down the sensitive underside of his erection, he'd fired his seed against the roof of her mouth and down her throat. The best part had been when she'd made eye-contact with him as she'd swallowed his load before climbing up, lifting her dress to reveal her lack of panties, and straddling him for an immediate second round. She hadn't even closed the living room blinds as she'd openly rode his three-quarter chub on the couch, letting the black dress fall down around them.

His mom had been so reserved at first, and now it's like a dam has come loose and she's desperate to make up for the, at least, 10 years of sexual self-denial. Dave is lucky to have his youth, because his mom is becoming insatiable. Since they'd started, there hasn't been a day without at least one good romp. He's usually a bit rougher with her in the afternoons, immediately after coming home from school, when he bends her over the kitchen counter or lays her down on the couch. But at night, when they flick off the lamp in her bedroom and snuggle under the covers in her big bed, he is always gentle with her. There, he enters her slowly and takes his time, loving her with his body until her slowly-building climax boils over and she shudders beneath him, whimpering and whispering words of love and passion.

One night in bed while they whispered in the darkness, she'd confessed how much she'd loved when he'd tied her feet to the headboard and eaten her. Apparently it had been the first time that she'd let her guard down and had still felt safe after fully relinquishing control. For a woman who had needed to protect herself for so many years, that leap of faith had been deeply healing. Now afternoon bondage sessions have become normal between the two of them, and nothing makes them feel closer than him tying her up with a pair of nylons or the soft rope that they'd bought together from the hardware store. Of course, this usually means that her delicious orifices are spread wide open. Dave can never resist digging in for a long pussy and ass licking session before standing to angle his thick dong downward into her quivering, soaked muff.

She still won't let him put anything in her butt, not even a finger, although there have been a few times when he'd pressed his tongue so hard against her tight pucker that he'd felt it start to slip through her outer ring. The way she'd gone wild in those moments makes Dave wonder if his mom really is an anal-lover, but just doesn't know it yet.

At his orders, his mom has even stopped trimming herself -- letting her pubic hair grow out into a thick, sexy mom-bush. Dave has absolutely loved burying his face in that forest of glistening fur.

But despite how wild the last month has been, he still feels like him and his mother have only scratched the surface of what they could build together. To leave her and move away in order to attend Brimington, well... it would be a real shame.

He picks up and reads the letter from Sundale again, for the third time.

24.

Odette is back in a position that has become familiar to her.

Like so many times before, David had spent at least 15 minutes laying on top of her and gently sucking her breasts. And, now practiced and accustomed to her body, he'd known when her arousal had become intolerable and she'd needed to cum. That's when he'd pushed each foot behind her head and tied her ankles, once again, to his headboard, exposing and spreading her privates and putting her in the vulnerable position they had both grown to love.

He'd been merciful, bringing his tongue to her swollen clit and quickly getting her off once before settling in for a long session of licking and teasing. Over the past 30 minutes, he's caringly manipulated her genitals, always keeping her close to the edge of release but only letting her climax one other time.

Now he puts his tongue back on her anus, which he seems to be so obsessed with, and strums her clit with his thumb. As he gets her to her third orgasm of the day, he presses his tongue hard against her, as if he's trying to get it inside her ass. She feels her hole spread slightly as the slippy tip of his slug gets inside. The feeling is exquisite and she can't stifle her cries of pleasure. As she cums her ring contracts rhythmically around his tongue. He's grinning wide as he pulls away.

He stands then and drops his boxer shorts, now joining her in the nude.

So he's finally going to fuck me? Thank goodness.

But he doesn't. Instead, he reaches into the drawer of his dresser and removes a small bottle which he opens and sets down beside the bed. He scoops out a generous dollop of petroleum jelly and begins to rub it onto her, beginning at her perineum and making his way over her ass and down her crack. He takes his time to coat the entire area in slippery grease before going back to scoop out some more. The second serving is applied directly to her anus and he begins rubbing it in small circles, slowly adding pressure with his pointer finger.

"What are you doing, Davey?"

"I have something special in mind for tonight, Mom."

"Honey, no. Not there. It's like I said, you can't have that hole."

"Shhh, Mom." The tip of his finger pops inside. Surprisingly, there's no pain. With all the lubrication and slow build-up, her ass relaxes and lets him in.

"Oh, my... it feels so-- so different," she coos as he spend the next two minutes slowly digging deeper with tiny forward-and-back movements.

He takes his time, clearly in no rush as he toys with her butt. He wears a look of fascination as he gets his finger all the way to it's base.

He draws it back out and reaches for more jelly. "See, Mom? If we go slow, it's not so bad. You can do it. I know it."

His second time entering her goes much smoother and within 30 seconds he has his index finger buried once again. He begins to pull it back out, then plunges it forward again, now officially finger fucking her ass. Her breath deepens as she surrenders to the pleasure. She feels full, in a new and satisfying way.

"Do you like it, Mom?"

"Yes. Just go slow, okay, honey?"

"Of course."

David spends 10 minutes continuing to loosen her up with a single digit. Eventually he's frigging her hard enough that her hips are actually bouncing up and down with his movements. Wait... no, they aren't. She's lunging them up toward him, trying to impale herself harder on his finger as he brings it back down. She's been trying to get him even deeper!

"So it feels that good, huh?" He smiles, also noting her enthusiasm in their new activity, and removes his finger.

Returning with another glob of goo, he begins to work two fingers into her now stretched sphincter. They don't exactly slip in easily, but over a few minutes of patient effort, David is able to work them up to the first, then the second knuckle.

Now she really does feel stretched and needs to ask him to slow down while she relaxes with deep breaths. She can't believe she's doing this, letting him play with her ass -- her most intimate place! The dirtiness, the intrusion... it turns her on more than she ever thought it could.

Soon he is able to slide both fingers right to their base and draws them back out again before pushing them forward. Within a few short minutes, Odette is panting and moaning as, once again, she bucks her hips up against his hand.

She feels herself approaching another climax and cries out for him. "David, lick me, honey! Quick!"

He presses his tongue against her, rapidly and firmly flicking it against her hyper-sensitive clit as she screams out her pleasure. She feels her ass spasming and clutching at his fingers and reaches forward to grab his wrist, starting to pull it harder against her -- truly ass-fucking herself with her son's hand.

She comes down slowly, after almost blacking out from the intensity of her climax, and breathes deeply while he removes his fingers and rises to his knees. When she opens her eyes she sees him applying a thick wad of jelly to himself, smearing it all over the head of his pole. He's going to take her!

He would be so happy if I let him in there. But... what will I have left?

"Oh, honey, no," she moans as he unties her ankles, letting her hips fall onto his thighs as her legs land on each side of him.

He places a firm hand on each of her hips and pulls her forward. She slides up his thighs like a ramp toward his tool. Then he angles himself downward, not at his usual target, but at the gaping, greasy ring below it. He presses forward but instead of finding his target, he bumps into the back of her hand. She's gotten it in front of him, just in time to protect her final virgin hole.

"Common, Mom." He thrusts forward but is again blocked by her goalie.

"I can't give you everything, David. I need to hold something back."

"We're both going to love this, Mom. I want it. And so do you."

"I can't, honey. I can't give this to you. Not with you leaving me so soon."

"Don't worry about that, Mom." He bumps into her again, this time keeping his slimy head against the back of her hand.

"What do you mean? I've seen the letters coming in from your schools. Tell me where you're going. I'm ready to hear it. Eagleworth?"

"I'm not going to Eagleworth." He leans forward and takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking it firmly and, no doubt, trying to wear down her defenses. The sensations drive her wild. She wants him inside of her soon.

"Oh, you-- mmph-- wanted that school so badly, honey. Then it must be Bringington? Mmph-- That's a great school, as well."

"I'm not going to Bringington, either, Mom." His hand slips up the back of her neck and scoops up a handful of her thick hair, fisting it and kissing her deeply. His other hand grips the base of his cock, keep it pointed directly at her gaping, dark hole.

She turns away from the kiss, feeling his shaft bump against her hand again. She knows she musn't give up her last layer of defense. She can't!

"Then where? I need to hear it."

"Sundale."

The word hits Odette like a bolt of lightening.

"What?! But... that's a local college, honey. They don't even have an engineering program."

"Yes, but I'll study mathematics there. And, Mom, I'll stay here. With you." He kisses her again, nudging forward at the same time. This time bumping only into her fingers as her hand begins to slide upward onto her stomach.

She's not sure what to feel as she gazes up at his dark, patient eyes. She simply knows that she wants to hold him. Both of her hands slide up over her belly, then forward to press against his chest before wrapping around him and pulling him tight to her.

She places a foot on each of his hips and spreads her knees wide, lifting her torso off the bed to align herself with him as he moves forward once more. As she squeezes him tightly, Odette feels her son's wonderful, engorged head press against her ring. There is a buildup of pressure before she stretches again, wider than before, and he slips inside with a painful pop.

Yes, take me. Have me! Have anything you want! Just don't leave me.

"You'll stay? Really?" Her hands now move to his sides as her feet drop to the mattress on either side of him. She grabs his butt cheeks and pulls on him.

"I'm not leaving you, Mom. Not ever." He continues to slowly penetrate deeper into her ass.

Odette is stretched to her limit and, when the pain becomes too much, she gasps, pressing on his chest. He immediate stops, though he has already gotten the first section of his rod inside of her. After a minute of slow breathing she relaxes and pulls on his hips again to signal her readiness. He resumes his entrance and, in one long thrust, pushes himself to the end. When he bottoms out, her head falls backward across the pillow and she's engulfed in a sweet mixture of pain and pleasure. She's so, so full as her boy slowly gyrates within her.

She consciously squeezes him, hugging her son with the soft lining of her anal cavity as he begins to slowly pull back. He applies more jelly around his base before sliding back in and thus beginning their first backdoor fuck.

No words are spoken as they slowly gain a rhythm. In and out he goes, ever mindful of the moans and whimpers she is producing. From his breathing, she knows that he could explode at any moment.

Please, shoot it in me. Mark your territory!

She knows that he intends to be gentle, and his first thrusts are slow. But as his mounting need becomes too great he loses himself to the moment and only becomes more frantic as he nears the edge.

She bares his onslaught, drinking in the passion with which he is ravishing her.

The grunt that accompanies his orgasm is alarmingly primal as he slams once more deep into her rectum before filling it with his milky DNA.

After that, Odette lays in her sleeping son's bed for a long time, stroking his hair as he rests his head on her soft, pillowy breasts. He is still in her, slowly softening -- but there. As far as she is concerned, he can stay there forever, inside of her. As long as he doesn't leave, he can have any hole he wants, any time he wants. With her, in her home. In their home. Together. Forever.