A Little Trip Pt. 03

All characters are over the age of 18.

A LITTLE TRIP, PART 3

It's been three weeks since mom's sister left town. Mom and I would sometimes have sex for the sake of stress relief. Nothing exciting, but I wasn't about to complain. The most it ever happened was once or twice a week. Usually just once.

We got back to working regularly. Five nights a week at the little gas station convenience store. Cleaning the restroom, stocking the shelves, working the register and ordering new stock. I've been here since I was 16 and so has my boss, George Harris. He's a great guy, at least to me. He calls some of the other people working there jackoffs or shitheads when they can't hear him. He never gave me shit about getting a call from my mom if something unexpected came up.

I was taking the trash out at work and Keith poked his head out the back door. "Yo, Bobby! George is asking for you."

I've only been here 10 minutes! What could I have done? "I'll be right there." I got back inside but didn't see George right away. He must be back in the office. I went that way and heard George talking. I glanced into the tiny office window and saw he was on the phone. "Yeah, he's basically an assistant manager here, just without the title or the pay."

Was he talking about me?

"I know he's just 18, but you won't find a more mature or hard-working person in this town." He was listening to the caller and saw me through the window. He smiled and gave me the signal to give him just a moment. "Absolutely! He's here if you want to talk to him." I looked again and he was waving me in.

What the hell?

I opened the door and George was standing up as he put the phone on the desk. "You're up kid! Good luck!" He had a big shit-eating grin on his face.

...

I left work early and drove to McDonald's to get mom before she got off work. She didn't have a shift tonight at Denny's.

"Welcome to McDonald's! Can I take your order?"

"No, I'm just waiting on Tiffany."

"Oh. Would you like me to get her for you?"

"Just let her know Bobby is here to pick her up when she gets off."

"Ok, just a moment."

She went to the back where mom was cooking burgers and fries for the drive thru.

"Bobby! Is everything ok?"

I gave her a big smile. "I'm fine! Just here to pick you up!" She smiled and continued to work. Her replacement arrived about 15 minutes later. She came to the front, and we walked outside. "Why did you leave work early? Please don't tell me you got fired."

I laughed. "No... Well, not fired." She gave me a look. I smiled bigger. "Get in the car mom."

I opened up the passenger door for her. I got in and drove off. "I quit my job, mom."

"What?! WHY?" I could see her getting ready to have a heart attack.

"Calm down! I gave them two weeks' notice because I'm starting a new job." I looked her way and smiled again.

"Oh my god! Simmons? Are you going to work at the factory?" Simmons Electronics was the heart of this tiny town. The only place you can get a job with decent pay if you didn't already own land.

"They want me to start right away!"

"Oh, darling! I can't believe it! I'm so happy for you!"

We were already pulling into the apartments. "I'm so happy for you, mom!"

"What?"

"Mom, come inside. I want to talk to you."

"Ok..." We went in and sat on the couch together.

"Mom, I have a plan. First, I'm going to work both of my jobs for the next two weeks. George has already made arrangements for me to go to the graveyard shift for the next two weeks."

"Bobby, I don't like the idea of you tiring yourself out so much. Especially when you're about to start a new job."

"Hmmm... Pot... Kettle... Black..."

She laughed. "Ok, but just the two weeks, right?"

"Yes, but that's not all. I want us both to work the next two weeks in our two jobs. I want you to give your two weeks' notice for one of them. You need to just work one job, mom."

"Bobby, no! I'm the mom! I'm supposed to take care of you!"

"I'm not a little boy anymore, mom. I love you and I can't sit here and watch you slowly kill yourself. You need to let me pull my weight around here."

"Bobby..."

"I'm serious, mom!" I gave her a stern look. "I want you to quit one of your jobs!" Mom was tearing up. I pulled her in for a hug. "I love you so much. Oh, and take a week off from your job once you are no longer working for the other. A whole week without working at all, mom! Please... Please let me do this for you!"

"Are you sure, Darling?"

"Yes, mom. Absolutely. Not only that... the reason I want to work the next two weeks in both jobs is because when we get our paychecks in three weeks, we are going to take a little trip! Nothing too special. I was thinking we could go to Phoenix and say 'hi' to Barbie, but we can make a day of it! Go to a movie! Go out to eat something other than fast food!"

"Bobby! Really?!" She was actually smiling. I haven't seen hope on her face in... have I ever? She looked so beautiful. Her blue eyes looked so bright.

"Yes, mom. Will you please do this for me?"

She was crying again but nodded her head yes. She gave me an embrace that nearly broke a rib.

"I'm going to be making more than twice what I was making before, and I will get another raise in three months after my probationary period. I will also be able to start working overtime in three months when we need a little extra money."

"I'm so proud of you, darling!"

...

The next two weeks went by slowly. I barely had time to think or sleep. How the hell did mom do this for so many years?! Mom and I couldn't get the time for 'stress relief' because of our busy schedules. Mom quit her job at McDonald's and had Denny's move her to the night shift instead of the graveyard shift. She started sleeping at night instead of the mornings for the first time in decades. Once we were both only working one job, we got to spend a lot more time together. Our getaway weekend was coming up six days after we both stopped working our second jobs. We had decided to drive to Phoenix Saturday morning, stay the night at a Holiday Inn, then leave Sunday afternoon.

We roamed around a little and found a cajon seafood place that had great reviews. We got there early for lunch and ordered a big cajon boil that let us try out a bunch of different things. Crab, shrimp, clams and crawfish, as well as potatoes, corn and sausage.

"This is so good, darling!"

"I know! I had no clue crab was this good!"

"The clams feel weird but taste good too!" She got out another clam shell and ate the meat. She swallowed and asked: "How's work going?"

"Real good. Cecil says I can slap together a computer faster than any new hire he's ever seen."

"He sounds nice!"

"He is. His wife was sickly though and takes care of her. He didn't really say what, but they're older. It could be anything."

"Oh, that's so sad. What about the assistant manager?"

"He's... well, he seems skeptical of me for some reason. Maybe just because I'm young?"

"Asshole." She started to giggle. Shit, even with that oversized bra, her tits were fighting to escape. She was wearing white shorts and light blue tank top that gave a nice view of some major cleavage. I was trying desperately not to stare.

"Well, I've heard he may be leaving in a few months anyway. Another one escapes from Alcatraz!" Mom giggled even harder. Yeah, I was staring now. I think mom noticed before I could draw my eyes away.

"Well, good riddance then! Don't like my Bobby! I'll kick his ass!" She started giggling again.

"Have you been drinking when I wasn't looking, mom?" That just got her going more.

"No, but that's an idea! I never get to drink!"

"You're welcome to if you want."

"Maybe later. Oh! During dinner! What are we doing for dinner?!"

"Settle down there! We'll hook you up! I was thinking steak. How about that?"

"Oh! That sounds so good! Well, not at the moment. I'm so full!"

"Me too! It was so good though!" We paid the bill and were on the way out. "What movie did you want to see, mom?"

"How about The Avengers?"

"You like superheroes?"

"Yes. Why? That surprises you?"

"A little. I guess I never imagined that was the kind of thing you liked."

"It's not like I ever had the chance to watch anything like that!"

I put my hands up in surrender. "Hey! Not judging!"

We found a couple of good seats. Thankfully, the movie had been out for a while, and it wasn't horribly crowded. Mom cuddled up next to me and had my arm in her own. I was just as interested in the view down her shirt as I was in watching the movie.

We saw Barbie and Ron. Personally, I didn't like Ron much. He rubbed me the wrong way. I don't know why. I smiled and shook hands. He seemed to pay way too much attention to my mom's tits. They joined us for dinner and the steaks were amazing. Maybe they sucked and I just didn't know the difference. A definite possibility. Good to her word, mom had a few drinks at dinner.

We went to the Holiday Inn afterwards to watch some TV before we went to bed. Mom started unhooking her bra and took it off that fucking sexy way women have. You know, when they can just take it off without actually removing their shirt? I was getting into my bed (we had a room with two queen sized beds) when mom said: "Why don't you come snuggle with me while we watch TV?"

"Um... ok, mom." She was only wearing that tank top and panties. They were NICE panties too! A darker shade of blue than her shirt, but they looked silky. I was wearing a t-shirt and boxers. I sat down next to her and she cuddled in close.

Shit!!! Her tits are so soft!

Her mammoth knockers felt so warm. I took a good look down at her as she watched TV. I honestly have no clue what was on to this day. I started to get hard.

Mom sucked in a breath in surprise. "Darling... You have been working so hard and I'm so proud of you."

"Thanks, mom."

"Do you need to relieve some stress? I wouldn't mind."

"You shouldn't need stress relief anymore, mom. You don't need to do that."

"I'm not doing it for me, but I would like to do this too. It's been such a nice day, and I want it to have a wonderful ending." Her hand went down to my cock. "You're so hard, darling. Will you fuck me?"

"Are you sure, mom?"

"Yes, Bobby." She pulled my boxers down until I sprung out of them. She pulled her panties off, laid back and spread her legs slightly. "Come here, darling."

I stood up for a second to remove my boxers, then stopped to admire my mom's body. She had shaved her legs. So pale and smooth. She also trimmed her bush. It was a nice little triangle of light brown. Her tits were still trapped in her tank top, but without a bra I could see a lot more flesh coming from the sides. I could see her nipples harden. They were so much larger than her sister's. Like little strawberries. Could those even fit in my mouth when I was a baby? I wished I could see them.

I moved between mom's legs, and she spread them further to assist me. She grabbed my shoulders and pulled me down. She closed her eyes and kissed me on the lips. She didn't open her mouth, but it was still something she hadn't done before. I kissed her back.

I slowly moved forward to her entrance. I'm still surprised at how tight she was compared to Aunt Barbie. She felt wondrous to be in. I started slowly like I've learned to do since things started with Aunt Barbie. Mom likes to make noise when we fuck. She was already mewling with enjoyment.

I was going for over 10 minutes when I noticed something was very different. Mom was staring at me! Her mouth was agape. Her plump light pink lips looked so inviting. I leaned down again to kiss her, and her head came up to meet me. Her lips were closed, but we kissed for several moments. I got overly excited and had quickened my rhythm without realizing it. I came inside her.

"I'm... I'm sorry, mom!"

"Why, darling?"

"It's embarrassing. I came way too fast."

"Don't worry about that. I was doing this for you."

"Well, it's not fair. That's not how I wanted it to go."

"We can do it again later if you like."

"Really?"

"Of course. It would be nice if I got to have a little treat too. I guess I'm getting used to having sex on a regular basis. So, try harder next time!" She laughed and I was laughing soon after.

"I will! Promise! I just got a little too excited."

"I could tell." She was giggling again.

We watched TV again after cleaning up. It didn't take long for me to be ready again. We fucked for over an hour that time, kissing frequently. Mom came twice.

After we cleaned up again, we went to bed. In our separate beds. Sigh...

We had a great breakfast at a little diner we were referred to by the staff at the hotel. We saw 'Ted' afterwards and laughed our asses off. We toured the town a bit and decided to get some barbecue for lunch. We loved it. It was great getting to have foods we didn't really have available in our town. We stopped to see Aunt Barbie. Thankfully, Ron was out. We chatted for a while about what we had liked about the weekend. We hugged and kissed goodbye.

We listened to some music as I drove us home. Mom was wearing some jean shorts and a red blouse with several buttons undone. I enjoyed the view of her cleavage a bit too much, especially when we hit a bump in the road. I had stop looking her way before I got us into an accident.

Things returned to some normalcy. We worked, paid bills and occasionally we had sex for more 'stress relief.' That soon ended...

Two weeks after our weekend, mom came home from work all smiles and blushing cheeks.

"Bobby!" She practically skipped to me as she came to embrace me. "I have a date for tomorrow before work! His name is Trevor, and he works at the factory with you!" My heart sank, but I tried hard to put on a smile. I either did a decent job of looking happy for her or she didn't really notice how upset I was. Yeah, I should have been happy for her. I don't even know why I was upset. I shouldn't be relying on my mom for sex. "He even says that he's going to be made assistant manager when the position opens soon! He's going to make so much money, and he wants to date me!"

I stood there with a fake smile on my face. "Good, mom! I hope you have a good time!" I knew Trevor. At least I think I did. Not a common name. We didn't really hang out at work. The guy was kind of a braggart, and yeah, he has been saying how he was going to be getting a promotion soon. Aside from the current assistant manager and the manager on our shift, he had been there the longest. He was also one of the most productive people there.

Mom went on her date and had to take a quick shower when she got home for her work.

Mom was sweaty! Did she have sex with the guy on their first date?!

I wanted to kill the guy. I don't know why. I'm supposed to be happy for mom, right? FUCK MY LIFE!!

She went on dates almost every day for the next week. Each time she had to come home before work to take a shower. I tried hard not to think about it. I felt so alone. Mom and I were hardly spending any time together. When we did see one another, she was always talking about Trevor. I tried hard not to roll my eyes or look too frustrated.

We managed to get some things we had previously denied ourselves. Internet, cable and even a cell phone we were supposed to share but usually mom was using it to text or call Trevor. At least I was able to hook up my ancient desktop computer to the modem. I was actually studying... how should I say... how to please a woman in bed. Before, without a girlfriend to teach me or internet to look it up, I simply didn't have a clue.

Sometimes mom would get frustrated when she couldn't get a response from Trevor. She was very unpleasant to be around when that was happening. "He's probably in training." or "He must be busy at work." were often what I heard from her. She and Trevor saw each other for a couple more irritating weeks. Mom barely seemed to notice if I was around. She started talking a lot with Aunt Barbie about Trevor. I heard her say 'love' on a couple of occasions when she referred to him. Fuck.

My job was going great. By focusing on my work, I could give myself some time without thinking about mom and Trevor. A couple of weeks after mom started dating, I was called into the office to see my manager and assistant manager, Cecil Trueman and Alan Cox.

Cecil: "Kid, we wanted to ask you something." I didn't take offense to being called 'kid.' He literally called any guy under 50 'kid.' He said 'gal' if it was a woman. "We're trying to figure out how you are putting computers together so much faster than everyone else. Are you cheating somehow?"

"Oh, um, I'm not sure what you mean by 'cheating.' Everyone? Am I that much faster than everyone else?"

"I'm joking, kid. You aren't putting in extra time behind our backs. We would be able to tell if you were, but somehow you slap those things together faster than all your coworkers."

"Oh, I just changed the order of assembly. I was taught how to put them together, but after getting used to the job I saw a way to do it more efficiently, at least for me. It's really not a big deal."

"It's a VERY big deal, kid. I know you've probably heard the rumors this place may close. Well, it's true. Our facility is doing shitty, and Simmons is talking about shutting us down because we aren't cost effective. People are working overtime here, but we can't even make the minimal hourly production requirements. They are cutting off our overtime in two weeks unless the employee can meet the requirements. Kid, only you and one other guy are going to be allowed to work OT!"

Oh, shit! This can't be real! I've barely got here and already it looks like I may lose my job!

"I can see the worry on your face. I'm hoping you may be the solution to our problem." Alan was quiet and watching all of this without comment. "Alan here has gotten a job offer out of state. He's leaving in two weeks. I want you to take his job."

I was so surprised that I forgot who I was talking to. "You're fucking shitting me! I'm not even allowed to work overtime yet!" My face flushed as I realized I was cursing at my boss.

Cecil laughed. "No, kid. I'm dead serious. And headquarters has given a special exception for you. Your probation period is over because we need to produce more."

"But I'm literally the newest person here!"

"Naw, I hired a new gal. She will be joining us next week. But the job of an assistant manager is to make sure the workers are productive. To teach, kid. We need you to teach the others what you've figured out. If we can get productivity up, this place may stay open. Alan?"

Alan: "I still have my doubts. He's fast, sure, but is he mature enough and responsible enough to handle this job? He'll be responsible for ordering parts, keeping up with people's timesheets and training. It's a lot for someone his age. Ultimately, it's your decision though. You say so, then I'll train him."

Cecil: "Then I say so. We aren't announcing anything yet. This may rock the boat, but I will rap the knuckles of any that have a problem when this gets out. Whatcha think? You want the job, kid?"

"I'll do my best."

...

I worked my first hours of overtime that Saturday, mostly to avoid mom as much as possible. I was given my 'no longer on probation' raise, and another raise for being in training as an assistant manager. I will even get bumped up again once I am in that position fully and Alan is gone.

Sunday, though... Nobody gets to do overtime on Sunday unless they can get an assistant manager to supervise. I still didn't count as an assistant manager, so I was home. Not that it had gotten out about me getting a promotion yet. Mom saw Trevor earlier, then came home to get a shower again before work. She took off in the car a few hours ago.

I was sitting on our couch with the TV on. I don't know what was on because I was busy thinking. You know, thoughts like slashing Trevor's tires. I snapped out of it... someone was unlocking the door.

Mom came rushing in, tears streaming down her blotchy face. "Oh, Bobby! I'm so fucking stupid!" She shoved her face into my chest and was just sobbing. My arms went around her immediately.

"Mom, what's wrong?! Are you hurt!" She couldn't answer. Her head just shook side to side against my chest as her body heaved with her emotions. I thought for a moment. "Is it Trevor?" She nodded. I was thought of about 12 ways to kill Trevor in that moment.

"I saw him! He was making out with someone else!" She started sobbing again. It took a moment for her to continue. "He told me that he cared about me! That he could see himself settling down with me! I'm so stupid, Bobby!"

"You're not stupid, mom. You're just a loving person that got suckered in by an asshole." I squeezed her tighter. "You're an incredible woman. So beautiful and loving. You give yourself fully to those you care about. I'm sorry he tricked you, mom."

"It's not just him though! Every man! EVERY! SINGLE! ONE! They all use me and leave! You're the only man that has treated me right!" She paused for a moment, even stopped crying. "Oh, god! And I've been ignoring you for weeks! Bobby, I'm sorry!"

"No, mom! You were trying..."

"No! You've worked so hard and given me... EVERYTHING! Then I abandoned you just to get laid by that... that... FUCKING ASSHOLE!"

"Mom, stop."

Her head finally came up. Tears still running down her face. Bloodshot eyes met my own. "Baby boy, you are the only man that has ever really loved me. My own dad left me, just like yours left. Then I took the very first opportunity to leave you just to get some dick when you worked so hard to free me. Darling, I'm sorry."

"It's ok, mom. It's ok. I did this so you'd have choices in your life, not to obligate you."

"That's exactly what I mean. You're the only man that loves me. Then I left. Please say you can forgive me."

"I don't think there's anything to forgive, but if it makes you feel better... I forgive you, mom."

She grabbed my head and kissed me. Her tongue shot into my mouth.

Holy shit! This is happening!

"Will you make me feel loved, darling?"

"Wha... what?"

"Take me to bed. Make me feel loved. Really loved, like a man should do. Please." Her eyes looked at me with concern. I kissed her, HARD! The passion in the kiss was beyond anything I had experienced. Mom's hands roamed over my back and then started trying to peal my shirt off. I pulled away for a second to let her get it off me.

She looked at my chest for a couple of seconds, then stood up. She unbuttoned her work shirt quickly and her bra came into view. It was just a sensible bra for work, nothing special, except to me. I've never seen her without a shirt before. Her hands went behind her and started unhooking her bra.

Oh, FUCK! Am I about...

Her bra came undone, and she did a little shrug. It dropped to the ground and time stopped.

The were MAGNIFICENT. There was no way I could get both hands around a single orb even if I put a vice grip around one. Her creamy pale flesh was only flawed by a few blue veins and the indentations left from her bra. They stood firm and fairly high for breasts so large, but I guess that's not surprising as she's only 33. The areolas were just several shades of pink darker than her extremely white flesh, and nipples were about the size of last digit of one of my thumbs.

Her head was cast downward... in shame? "Is... is this ok, Bobby?"

"Beautiful..." I said slowly.

Her head came up a little and her eyes didn't quite meet mine. "What?"

"You're beautiful."

A little smile came was there, but her face was still downcast. "You like them? Not all guys seem to like them. Calling me a cow. Saying I have udders."

I gently put my hands on either side of her face and lifted it a little. "You are gorgeous, mom. Simply gorgeous."

Her smile widened. "Now I'm gorgeous?"

"No, you were always gorgeous. Can I?"

"You want to touch them?" She took my hands from her face and brought them near her astounding tits. "Please make me feel loved."

I could die right now and be happy!

A shiver ran through her body. Nipples puffed up and areolas crinkled. Her eyes were filled with lust and love. Her breath was rapid. I went in for another kiss as I massaged her bosoms. "Let's go to your room."

We got there and I threw the comforter and bedspread to the side and started removing my remaining clothes. Mom removed her own with some haste. She kept looking for me while she undressed, like she was afraid I was going to run away.

We stood there nude, and I pulled her into me. I kissed her again and our tongues were doing a tango. My hands went to her plump ass this time and took a good grip. Her nips poked into my lower chest as my cock was pressed into her belly.

"Lay down, mom." She did and I placed myself over her. We kissed again as I explored her chest with my right hand. Her hand went to my cock, but I intercepted it. She stopped kissing me with worried eyes.

"But..."

"Shhh! Not yet. Let me love you." She smiled again. We kissed some more as her fingers entwined my hair. Here's where I have to hope the internet wasn't feeding me a bunch of bullshit.

I started kissing lightly down her cheek until I got to her earlobe and started nibbling lightly. She sucked in a big breath and her body shuddered. "Bobby..." she whispered. I stayed there a few minutes, alternating between nibbling her ear and sucking lightly on her neck. Her fingers would sometimes clench in my hair when I hit a sensitive spot. I took mental notes.

My kisses went further down her lush form. To her cleavage, then side to side on the flesh of each tit. Never actually reaching her nipples, just teasing. Mom was breathing so hard.

I was hard as granite, but I tried to concentrate on the task at hand. It was time to do what I was only ever allowed to do as a baby. At first, I just flicked my tongue on her stiff right nip. My lips locked on and mom's body convulsed. "Gently, darling." she gasped. "Gently. They are so sensitive." The forefinger of my right hand went to her left nipple and delicately orbited around it, barely touching. "Oh... Oh... Oh..."

I spent seven or eight minutes with her tits before I went further down. Mom realized at the last moment where I was heading. "Baby, you don't have to..." I moved more quickly to her pussy and my tongue moved to part her lips. "OH!" I had to explore a bit to find it, but I did.

I switched between licking her clit and sucking it lightly. "OH, BOBBY!" It felt like mom's hands were almost trying to shove my head inside of her, but I persevered. After a few minutes of this, mom's hands left my head and took a death grip on the sheets to either side of her. "FUUUUUUUCK" she screamed. A flood hit my face and neck as mom started flopping around.

I wasn't sure if I should keep going or not, so I did. Mom seemed to calm down and her hands went back into my hair and pulled. "Bobby! Too much!" I stopped. She was still breathing so hard. "Oh, Bobby! That was... No guy has ever..." Her hands pulled on my head to bring me back up her body. "Oh, Bobby! I'm sorry! Look at the mess I made!"

She grabbed the roll of toilet paper she kept on the nightstand as a substitute for facial tissues. We've been broke a long while. Old habits die hard. She took several sheets and was wiping my face. "I'm sorry, honey!"

"Why? It was kind of the point, mom." She smiled as she cleaned me up.

"Bobby, that was just amazing. Noone has ever done that for me. Thank you." We were kissing again. She stopped and looked at me. "Make love to me."

I entered her slowly. As tight as she was, she was so wet, it took almost no effort to go in. I went slowly and tried hard to think about anything that would make this last longer. I thought about the movie I saw recently on cable, 'The Fly.' That scene with Jeff Goldblum barfing on the guy's leg to melt it... I was thinking about something like that happening to my dick. It didn't help.

We went maybe fifteen minutes. "Mom..."

"Give it to me, darling. I want it. Cum in mommy." It was like a fire hose. I think I made a bigger mess then mom did, so much cum was spilling down between us. It was absolutely the best orgasm I had ever had. Mom let me finish before she pulled me in and stuck her tongue back into my mouth. I can't even say how long we made out. My arms were giving out on me. Mom felt my distress and broke off. "Lay down, my darling."

We rested for a while before mom said: "Help me change the sheets. Then we can clean ourselves up a bit." We stripped the bed and put on fresh sheets. Once the bed was fixed, she put on a shower cap and took a quick shower. She left the water running for me, so I got in and cleaned off the layer of sweat on my body and cum on my genitals and legs.

"I'm pretty tired. I guess I will go to bed, darling."

"Yeah, I'm tired too." I started for the door.

"Bobby..."

"Yeah, mom?"

"Will you sleep in here with me? Can you cuddle with me until I fall asleep?"

"Of course I will."

She smiled so sweetly. "Thank you, darling boy. I love you so much."

"I love you too, mom."

Neither of us bothered to get dressed. Mom laid down on her side of the bed, on her side. I got on the other side and spooned in behind her. Mom pressed her luscious ass into me. I put my arm around her, under her tits. "It's ok if you put your arm around them. They take up a lot of territory." Mom moved my arm, placing my hand between her giant tits. Their soft warmth engulfed my hand. "Thank you, darling. I've never felt so loved."

"You deserve it, mom. I just want you to be happy."

"I am happy." She removed my hand from her tits long enough to give it a few soft kisses. "You've made me so happy. Not just tonight. Everything you've done for me." She put my hand back between her melons. We slept hard.

I woke alone in mom's bed. I heard music playing in the living room/kitchen.

'I think we're alone now. There doesn't seem to be anyone around. I think we're alone now. The beating of our hearts is the only sound.'

I got out of bed, grabbed my boxers, opened the door as silently as I could, and moved into the room as I put my boxers on. The music came louder now. Mom was dancing in just a midriff t-shirt and panties while she seemed to be preparing breakfast. She was doing the dance we saw Giovanni Ribisi doing in Ted. Mom's dance put his to shame. I may have been biased though as mom's dance had a lot of enticing jiggling happening as her tits and ass swayed to her movements.

She obviously didn't know I was watching. She took a piece of bread and dunked it into a bowl as she danced. She started a spin and saw me. The bread landed about two feet from me with a wet splat. Mom yelped and put her hands to her face. Her eyes were wide.

"Don't stop on my account! Please keep going!"

She laughed hard. It was even better than the dance. "I knew you'd be up soon, but you still surprised me!" She skipped over to me, adding an extra skip to avoid what I assumed was uncooked french toast. She gave me a quick peck on the mouth and with a big smile asked: "Hungry? I'm making french toast. I wanted bacon but I didn't want to get dressed to go to the store. I got out some Brown and Serve though."

"Sure, mom! Thanks!" She winked at me, turned around to pick up the mess and her ass pressed into me.

"Excuse me!" She tossed the toast into the sink as she grabbed a sponge and wet it. She grabbed a paper towel as well. She bent down and did a quick clean up with the sponge then dried it with the towel. "Sit down! I got this!" She seemed so excited.

Mom stopped for a moment to get the toast down the disposal but seemed to stiffen up. "Bobby?"

"Yeah, mom?"

"Was last night?... Was that too weird? Are you ok?"

"Last night was wonderful." I could see her relax again.

"Yes, it was! What you did... Wow!"

"To be fair, I probably wasn't that good at it. I've never done it before."

"Oh, your first! I like that! But you were amazing!"

"I'm glad I could help, mom. You seemed to really need it."

"Is that why you did it? To help?"

"I did it because I love you."

"I love you too, Bobby. Is... Is there anything I could do for you?"

"Um..."

"What? What is it?" She turned to look at me as I was sitting at the table.

"Could you give me a blowjob?"

"BOBBY!" She sounded shocked.

Shit, I took it too far. I'm such an ass.

My face went down in shame. I could feel mom moving towards me. She came around and sat on my left leg. "You naughty boy!" Her hand snaked down between my legs. "You want your mommy to suck on this big, hard cock!" She let out a little gasp. "Naughty boy! I bet you want to cum in mommy's mouth and have her swallow it! Don't you?!" I could see her nipples hardening.

She's getting turned on at the thought of blowing me! Holy shit!

Her hand went lower to cradle my balls as her mouth came close to my ear. She let out a hot breath on my ear and quietly said: "Tell me."

"Mom, I want you to suck my cock until I cum in your mouth. You better swallow it all." I swear on my soul, I saw her nipples harden even more as I said it!

"I may have raised a naughty boy, but I also raised a gentleman. Let me know when you're going to cum, darling." She stood my and pulled her shirt off. Her fantastic fun bags were there in my face again. I couldn't help it, my mouth latched onto her right tit and as my left hand grabber her ass and my right hand fondled her left tit. "Oh, Bobby!"

She pulled away after a moment and knelt between my legs. She started to pull at my boxers, so I lifted myself up to assist. My cock jumped out and smacked her in the face. "So hard... Mmmmmm..." Her tongue slid out then along the underside of my dick. One hand was on my leg while the other caressed my testicles.

She inhaled my cock, and it hit the back of your throat. She gagged a moment, then continued. "Mom! Oh!" She started bobbing her head, slowly at first, but her tempo quickened as she got used to the action. I didn't know what to do with my hands. With Aunt Barbie I had grabbed her head and forced her down, but that had been my first sexual experience, and I had lost control of myself. I didn't want to be disrespectful to my mom though.

Mom's hands came up and seemed to be trying to find something. She continued her bobbing as best as she could, and her eyes met mine as she kept reaching. I put my hands into hers. She firmly took them to the back of her head. She then put her hands over my own and started pushing on my hands to push her head down on my cock. I took the hint.

I started pushing her head down on my cock, increasing the pace even more. Her hands supported herself on my legs. Mom was humming or moaning, it felt fucking amazing! It was like an almost constant 'Mmmmmmmm' as my cock hammered into her mouth.

"Mom, I'm going to cum!" I eased off of my relentless face-fucking and her hands went to my testicles, giving them a squeeze. I was filling her mouth with cum, and I felt her suction increase. She guzzled my cum with gusto! "Oh my god, mom! Oh, mom!"

She continued to lovingly suck on my dick even after my stream of semen stopped. I was petting her head as took care of me. A moment or two later she lifted her head up and my cock fell limp from her mouth. "Was that good, darling? Did mommy make it better?"

"That was..." I couldn't hardly get a full breath. "Mom... Wow!"

"I'm glad you liked it. I don't get much practice."

"You were amazing!"

She blushed. "Thank you, sweetheart." She grabbed her shirt and stood up. "Do you want some breakfast now? I'm not quite as hungry as I was, but I can still eat." She smiled broadly.

"Yes, thank you!"

She put her shirt back on and I let out an 'awwwww.' "Hey, you ever have grease hit your nipples? Mine are much closer to the pan, buddy!" We laughed.

We ate and chatted. "How has work been?"

"Well, I have something to say that involves Trevor."

She glowered a bit at that, and huffed: "What?"

"You know how he was saying he was going to be assistant manager?"

"Yes" she drew it out for like five seconds.

"Well, that's not happening. I'm being promoted."

"Wait?! What? WHAT?!"

"Cecil wants me to replace Alan. He wants me to teach everyone there how to be more productive."

"Bobby! Oh my god! I'm so proud of you! When did this happen?"

"Five days ago. I'm already learning how to do the additional paperwork. I was able to work overtime yesterday because they cut my probation short. I got my raise and another raise as I'm a manager in training now."

Tears started welling up. "Oh, Bobby! I'm sorry! I haven't even been around to notice you were working Saturday or be told about your promotion! I'm such a bad mother!"

I went to her immediately and kissed her. "Mom, STOP! We've already been over this and it's behind us now. Don't punish yourself more, please."

"You are so good to me, darling!" We kissed again. "A promotion and a raise! I owe you like a hundred blowjobs!" We laughed and then started making out again. The South was rising again! If you don't get that, you need to read a damned book! "Oh! Again already?" Mom looked immensely happy to see me get hard.

She stood up and walked me back to my chair. "Sit down. I've always wanted to try this." I did as directed and mom straddled me. Her put me in and sat down, her tits in my face. My hands went to her waist and tenderly moved along her back. "You're so hard!" She started jouncing on my lap, her tits thwacking my face. "Ah! AH!"

My hands moved to capture her flopping tits. I brought the left to my mouth and sucked her nipple. "Yes, baby! Suck my titty!" We went that way for about ten minutes with me alternating my sucking from one of her massive tits to the other. Unfortunately, we had just ate, I had just cum recently and penetration in this position was not the best. "Oh! I need to stop! I'm sorry!"

"It's ok. Are you ok?"

"My legs are cramping and it's upsetting my stomach. I'm sorry!"

"It's ok, mom! Really! Would it help if I was doing the moving?"

"Oh! Probably, yes!"

"Stand up. Bend over the counter."

"Oh! My manager boy is taking charge!" She got up and gave me a quick kiss. Hands on the counter and ass pointed at me, her head turned to me. She licked her lips provocatively and blow a kiss at me. I skewered her again with my cock. "Fuck me!"

I pummeled into her for all I was worth. Her ass rippled with each impact. "Fuck, mom!"

"Oh, baby! Harder!" I don't know if I was actually able to go harder, but I tried. Several minutes of this then mom started to shake. "Oh! OH! OOOOOOH!" I felt her orgasm hit and wetness spread between our bodies. I bent over to take a hold of her tits that were ricochetting off each other. I found her nipples and pinched them. "OH FUCK!!!" I felt the walls of her cunt secure my cock into place despite the new gush of fluids that came from her.

"Oh, mom!" I'm pretty sure not much came out of me that time, but my dick tried to put as much as it could into her again. Most of my cum was in mom's stomach.

"Oh, let me up, darling." I reluctantly let go of her tits and backed up a bit. My limp dick was covered in fluids. Mom stood up unsteadily.

"Mom! Are you ok?"

She smiled at me. "I'm fucking great! I just need to sit down for a moment, sweetheart." She grabbed a couple of dish towels and lead the way to the couch. She put down a towel for each of us and plopped down on hers. I joined her. Her head was lolled back on the couch and her chest was still heaving in a most tantalizing way. "Hey, my eyes are up here!"

"Sorry, mom."

"Don't be sorry. If you want to touch them, you're welcome to!"

I leaned towards her, and we were kissing yet again. My hand found one of her tits and fondled it.

"I love how you make me feel. I love you, Bobby."

"I love you too, mom. And I love to make you feel good."

"I wish we could be together all day."

"I could call in today."

She gave me a somber 'mom look.' "No way my manager boy! You do your job and make me proud! We will have time together soon."

"Ok, mom. I'm going to miss you though."

"Well, we still have hours before you leave." She winked at me. "Was that your first blowjob?"

"Well... Um..."

"What?! When did you have a girlfriend and why haven't you ever told me?"

"Mom, I have to tell you something..."

I explained it all. Aunt Barb's trip onto my cock. Our sex in the shower. Everything.

"So, it wasn't her plan for you to help me relieve stress? You thought I was Barbie?!"

"I'm sorry. Are you pissed at me now?"

"Well, I'd say 'That Bitch', but she's kind of responsible for the best night of my life."

"Are we ok then?"

She pulled me close, and her tongue darted into my mouth again. A few moments later, she pulled away. "We're ok, darling. I'm a little disappointed I wasn't your first sexual experience. Is that weird?"

"No, I'm a little disappointed about that too."

"We will have other firsts."

"If it makes you feel any better, your blowjob was way better!"

She kissed me again and smiled as she gazed into my eyes. "Yes, it does a bit." She became a little more serious. "Sweetheart, I don't know what this is we are doing. I just want you to know that it's ok if you meet someone else. I don't want to hold you back from being happy."

"I don't understand fully what this is either, mom. I'm not looking for something with someone else though. If something happens... If I do meet someone and I think things may change, I will let you know."

"Ok, darling. I don't want to think about that anymore for now. Let's find something on TV and spend what time we can together."

We sat there, naked, for hours. Mom made lunch and packed me some dinner as I showered for work.

We kissed for just a few moments. "I love you."

Part 4 is already in the works. I hope you enjoy the story! One person's comment on Part 1 was that having the aunt trip onto Bobby's cock was cliched. True, it was, but I have a theme going, as you can see!

I also have other stories in mind. One about a sorcerer fantasy/incest, another with a more non consent/incest theme. Yes, I like incest. It excites me! I will say that I have a large number of very attractive female relatives that I wished I had fucked. I'd say I have a problem, but here you are reading this story series! ONE OF US! ONE OF US!