On Buttons

On Buttons

Millie, was finally ready to close the previous chapter of her life and move forward. Her husband, Eugene, had been dead for just over a year. She had called her son, Gene, and asked him to come to the family home and help her go through her husband's study so she could use it as her home office. Eugene had left behind a large estate, which their lawyer had overseen, but now Millie felt ready to get more involved.

Millicent, Millie, to close acquaintances, was fifty-eight. A graduate of Barnard, with an MBA from Princeton, she was well educated. Millie came from money and was very well connected. It was her wealth and connections that Eugene had used to grow their fortune.

When describing her, one might think of Kate Middleton, the Princess of Wales, but ten years older. Always a classy, stunningly beautiful woman, with an air of nobility that any man would be proud to have on his arm or in his bed. Having fallen in love with Eugene as a teen, no one, except her now deceased husband, had ever had that opportunity.

Gene, their son, was an only child. He had grown up with the best opportunities and the proverbial silver spoon in his mouth. At thirty, he was still a bachelor and was successfully building his own business empire. Gene had been blessed with his parent's good looks and was leading man handsome. He was often seen at social gatherings with a beautiful young woman at his side; rarely with the same one twice. His taste in women was consistent; tall, shapely, beautiful, and brunette; much like his mother.

The family had several residences in the United States. Currently, Gene was living in the NYC penthouse. Millie, following her husband's death, had been living a quiet life at their small estate in Frisco, Texas. It was small by her standards, but still quite large in the eyes of most others. It was quiet there, which was what she had wanted and needed.

Gene arrived mid-morning on a Saturday with plans to stay for the entire week. She greeted him at the front door as he walked up with his bags.

"Hi, sweetheart. How was your trip?" she asked, giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Good. Wow! Look at you. Finally got rid of the all-black look?"

"It's been a year. That's the traditional mourning period for a widow."

"Mom, I think you're thinking of the Victorian era," her son said smiling. "You look wonderful. I don't think I've ever seen you in shorts or so tan."

"I spend a lot of time by the pool. It gets hot here."

"You wear a swimsuit in front of the servants?"

"I'd never do that. I let the servants go."

"Then who's doing the cooking and cleaning?" her son asked.

"I have a housekeeper, a groundskeeper, and a pool man, that come in once a week. Otherwise, it's just me here."

"So, you're roughing it?"

Millie chuckled. "I guess."

"Mom, you're a social creature. I can't imagine you being alone that much."

"I needed it initially, but now I enjoy it. It's nice to get up in the morning and not have someone hand you a schedule of where you need to be and what you need to do."

"I wouldn't know. That doesn't happen often," he said.

"Trust me. It's wonderful."

"Well, you look great. It seems to be working out for you."

"I feel great. Hungry? Can I get you something to drink?" she asked.

"I'm good."

"Okay. I'll be on the patio reading when you're finished putting your things away."

"Fifteen minutes, max," her son said.

*****

A short time later, Gene joined his mother on the patio. She was lounging in the shade reading.

"What would you like to do for dinner this evening?" he asked.

"Already covered. I'm cooking."

"I honestly didn't know you could cook."

"I'm no Julia Childs, but I do pretty well in the kitchen," his mother advised.

"Who is Julia Childs?"

"Never mind. She was before your time."

"So, what is it that you want me to do with dad's study?"

"Go through everything. Take what you want, and box up your father's things. I plan to turn it into my office," she said.

"Are there things you want in there?"

"I've already looked through it and kept a few mementos," she said.

"I'll start on it tomorrow."

*****

Gene was up early the following morning, and by the time his mother joined him, he had boxed up about a third of the books in the bookcases.

"I thought we could donate the books to the high school," she said, walking in and sitting in one of the leather chairs."

"Good idea. Are you keeping the furniture?"

"Too much brown leather and dark wood. I'm thinking something more modern; glass and chrome mostly," she said.

"Bookcases too?"

"I'm going to have them painted white, the walls and ceiling too. This is beautiful, but it's not me."

"No, it screams dad in here. Do you miss him?" her son asked, turning to her.

"Every day," she replied with a soft smile.

"Me too."

"May I ask a personal question?" his mother asked.

Gene stopped what he was doing and turned to her.

"Go for it," he said smiling.

She hesitated before replying.

"Before your father, the men I met were interested in two things. What was between my legs and my finances. Probably more the latter. With your father being who he was, most men wouldn't dare to approach me. Now, being widowed, I won't have that shield."

"So, what's your question?" her son asked.

"I assume you have a similar issue. You're handsome and wealthy. How do you know when someone is genuinely interested in you and not just after your bank account?"

Her son looked at her for a moment, then sat in one of the chairs facing her.

"What, specifically, are you looking for; companionship or a relationship?"

"Probably companionship. I've come to appreciate my alone time, but it would be nice to have company occasionally," she replied.

"A friend with benefits?"

"I'm not sure what that is, but it has a certain ring to it," she said sheepishly.

"It's a friend to spend time with that's also willing to go to bed with you. Is that what you're looking for?"

"Possibly, but I'm not going to hire someone for it."

Gene chuckled.

"Mom, I wish I knew where to find someone genuine. I have a couple of lady friends that I spend time with. I enjoy their company, and I think they enjoy mine. Although I don't give them money, I'm still paying them. We go places and do things on my dime. They meet people who might benefit them in the future. Essentially, they use me just like I use them. I'd love to have someone to love and spend my life with, but so far, I haven't found her. Even if I do, there would be an iron clad prenup."

"You don't sound like you think that's going to happen," she said.

"I think it's unlikely. I suspect finding something like you and dad had is a rarity."

"I think so too. Would you like some breakfast?" she asked.

"No thanks. I just do coffee in the morning."

"I'll be out by the pool doing my yoga," Millie said standing and leaving the room.

Gene went back to packing the books. A short time later he walked to the kitchen for another cup of coffee. As the Keurig sputtered and groaned he stepped to the patio door and looked outside. His eyes went wide when seeing his mother. She was wearing a tan, skintight, halter top, and matching shorts. At first, he thought she was nude. The shade of her outfit perfectly matched her beautiful tan. Although he knew she was a beauty, he had never seen her look this hot. His cock quickly began responding. As a teen he had fantasized about her many times.

"Damn," he said aloud before turning back to get his coffee.

Before returning to the study, he went back for another look. His mother stood with her feet together and back to him then bent forward touching her face to the front of her knees. The outline of her pussy through the tight shorts was obvious. Gene mentally pictured himself walking up behind her and slipping his dick in her.

'I'll be your friend with benefits,' he thought, as he turned and headed back to the den.

It was about an hour later when he found a small notebook hidden behind other books. The cover read, 'Notes from life.' Gene opened it and began reading. It was more like a diary. Looking at the dates, his father had apparently started this when he was in college. It was mostly notes about friends, classes, teachers, and events. Nothing of any great importance. He turned another page and smiled as he read.

'Holy mother of God! I met the woman I plan to spend my life with today. Her name is Millie.'

The next several pages spoke of nothing else. Millie had seemingly become the center of his father's entire universe. Gene took the notebook to his room to read later then left with his mother for lunch followed by her weekly trip to Trader Joe's for groceries.

As he pushed the cart behind her, Gene watched both his mother and the people around them. She moved with elegance and grace, often smiling as she passed others. Men seemed mesmerized by her. Their eyes followed her as she passed. A couple of times they did so longer than the women they were with approved of.

While driving home, Gene chuckled and commented, "Mom, you turned a lot of heads in the store."

"Not intentionally. It's been that way since I was about fourteen and got boobs," she replied.

"It's not the boobs. More like stage presence, I think. Like Audrey Hepburn or Julie Andrews."

Millie chuckled, "Thanks, I think, but I'm not quite that old."

"I didn't mean age. It's more about the persona."

"Or a pretty smile and boobs."

"You underestimate yourself," her son suggested.

*****

Later that night, sitting in his bed, Gene picked up the notebook and began reading. He was about a year into his parent's relationship when he came to a page entitled 'The On Buttons.'

To date, his parents had made out several times but had never done anything sexual. They were at a lake and his father was applying sunscreen to his girlfriend's shoulders. He boldly moved his hands inside her top and cupped both breasts.

'It was like flipping a switch. The moment my hands slid over her nipples, she changed. Gone was the classy, clean cut, coed. She fell back into me, parted her legs, began rocking her pelvis, and moaning. I kept groping her breasts and when I gave her nipples a small pinch, she came. I'm sure she did. Even before finishing, she turned over, fished out my dick, and had it in her mouth. Millie was obviously inexperienced but sucked me like her life depended on it. I came quickly, and she swallowed everything, then licked me to make sure she got it all.'

His parents had talked about it later. She confessed that prior to that time she had never been touched. Her response had been as much a surprise to her as it had been to him. It was also her first orgasm and definitely her first blowjob, but she had loved them both.

The following day, Millie left with her mother for a vacation in Europe. The journal had few entries until her return to school in late August. They picked up their relationship where they left off.

Over the summer, Millie had told her mother about what had happened by the lake. Her mother told her that both she and her aunt responded the same way to breast stimulation and that the nipple pinching triggered an overwhelming urge to suck a cock. The urge was only sated by getting a mouthful of cum.

Gene put the notebook aside then jerked off to thoughts of his mother sucking him.

*****

Still on New York time, Gene was the first one up. He made a cup of coffee then went out and sat by the pool. His mother walked out, wearing a summer dress, and joined him.

"The service crew come at seven-thirty. How's the den coming?" she asked.

"Trying to get rid of me?" her son asked grinning.

"Not at all. I need to give the movers a day or two notice to take out the old furniture then schedule the painter. You're welcome to stay as long as you want."

An hour later the house was a beehive of activity. There were three people cleaning the house. Two others working on the yard, and another cleaning the pool.

As Gene worked more in the den, thoughts of what he'd read about his mother the night before paraded through his mind. By lunchtime all the help had gone.

"I made lunch," his mother said stepping in the den.

"I'll have this done sometime tomorrow," he told her, as he walked with her to the nook.

"Do you know how to backup his computer then erase everything?"

"Already done. IT did it remotely. Once you put your new one in there they'll transfer your data to it."

"Do they have access to everything I do on my computer?" she asked.

"On the one in the den, yes. Your laptop is on a private network here at the house. They only have access when you're logged in to the company. Your porn is safe."

"I don't have porn on my laptop," she snapped.

"My mistake," her son said grinning.

"I don't. I signed up for a couple of dating sites."

"Which ones?"

"That's none of your business," she replied.

"Not Tinder, I hope."

"No. Forbes had an article not long ago. They listed the best and worst. They also listed a lot of dos and don'ts."

"Just be careful," Gene cautioned.

"I am. Just FYI, I haven't actually replied to anyone. Meeting someone online just feels unnatural."

"Yeah, a blind date arranged by someone who doesn't know either party. What could possibly go wrong?" he asked jokingly.

"So where do you suggest I look?"

"The men I know are execs mostly. They love money above all else. I suspect the ones you know are the same way. Most of them are also cheaters. You and I are in the same boat. I wish I had an answer for you."

"You're a big help," his mother replied. "Where can I find someone like you?"

"Like me?" he asked laughing.

"Smart. Good looking. Not after my money. Honest."

"And I want someone like you, with those same qualities. I guess we're stuck with each other."

"There must be a solution to this," Millie assured him.

"Let me know when you find it."

"I will," she replied smiling.

Following lunch, Gene returned to his work in the den. He had almost everything packed up and sorted by four and quit for the day. His mother was sitting with her laptop open at the kitchen table.

"Can I take you out to dinner tonight?" he asked

"On one condition. Let's go somewhere normal. Nothing fancy, but not fast food either."

"Such as?" he asked.

"Hutchin's BBQ. It's rated 4.8 on google."

"Sounds great. Dress?"

"Jeans," she replied.

"You have jeans?"

"Yes, smarty pants. I even have boots and a belt with a big buckle."

"I'll have to see that to believe it," her son told her.

"I'll be ready in an hour."

Just over an hour later she walked into the living room.

"Damn!" Gene said, wide eyed.

Millie was hot. Her hair pulled back in a ponytail, western style button up shirt, tight jeans, cowgirl boots, and a belt with a buckle nearly the size of her hand. She turned to model for him.

"Texas enough for you?" she asked smiling.

"All you need is the hat."

"And you need boots. Those loafers don't work. We'll stop at Cavender's on the way," she told him.

They left a few minutes later in his mother's Mercedes.

"I feel like we should be driving a pickup," he said.

"Probably, but I don't have one. We'll just have to rough it."

Millie pulled up to Cavender's a few minutes later. Once inside, she led him to the boot section. With the saleswoman's help, Gene was soon sporting a new pair of boots. His belt was next, then off to the hats. Twenty minutes later, they left the store in matching off-white hats. The hats were soon in the back seat after repeated impacts with their headrests.

Following dinner, they drove to the Redrock Saloon for a drink. In college, Gene had been to bars like this, but his mother never had. She had been more upscale. Millie got a lot of appreciative looks as they walked to a table. Gene got his share as well. After ordering, Gene excused himself to visit the restroom. By the time he returned three men were chatting with his mother. He walked up to the table and joined them.

"Guys, this is my boyfriend, Gene. Gene, this is Ben, Bull, and Dorn," she said.

"Hey," they all said.

"Hey," Gene replied.

The three returned to their table across the room.

"Boyfriend?" her son asked.

She smiled at him. "More likely to discourage them with a boyfriend than a son."

"They weren't your type?" her son asked.

"Not bad looking, but I'm partial to guys who bathe before going out to hit on women."

"Slow song. Would you like to dance, girlfriend?"

"Have you seen how they're dancing here?" Millie asked.

Her son turned to look.

"Except for the guys having their leg between the woman's, it looks pretty normal," he said chuckling.

"I don't know you well enough to hump your leg. I'll have to pass."

They stayed for about an hour before heading back to the house. After climbing in bed, Gene picked up the notebook to read more.

Over the next several months they experimented with the on buttons. They seemed to have their pros and cons, primarily in the pinching. Simply touching both nipples at the same time got his mother's motor running at full speed but pinching both triggered her orgasm and her craving to suck. His father had tried everything to get her off; from fingering, eating her, and even vibrators, but nothing worked except the on buttons. If he triggered her during intercourse, she always switched to sucking him. Triggering her after he had already cum and unable to go again, left her miserable. In time they worked out a system that kept them both satisfied.

Gene jacked off again before falling asleep.

*****

Gene had the den finished by ten the next morning. He grabbed a bottle of water and stepped out onto the patio, finding his mother doing her yoga. Her outfit was similar to what he had seen before but a slightly darker shade of tan. It still gave him a clear image of her firm shapely body. His cock grew quickly as he watched her. Wearing her earbuds and facing away from him, she was oblivious to his presence and continued her routine. After gawking at her for a full ten minutes, he decided to go relieve himself. When he stood, she saw him and jumped.

"You startled me," she said smiling.

"Sorry. I thought you knew I was here," he said, grabbing his water bottle and taking a drink.

"May I?" she asked, reaching for his bottle.

He handed it to her and watched as she took a long drink. Facing him now, Gene noticed his mother's hard nipples protruding through the thin fabric of her top.

"It's not polite to stare. They're just boobs," she said noticing where her son was looking.

"Uh, sorry. No, boobs are like those three guys at the bar last night. These are definitely breasts, and you are definitely a beautiful woman."

Millie blushed. "Thank you. It's been a while since anyone has said that," she replied as she sat in the chair facing him.

"I'm done in the den."

"Good. Thank you for doing that. I'll call the movers to clear it out for the painters. Tomorrow, I think. The weather man is calling for mid-eighties and partly cloudy today. I plan to spend my afternoon lounging around the pool. Will you join me?" she asked.

"I need to make some calls, but yes. I'd like that."

"So, are you on any of those dating sites?" she asked.

"No. I'm more of an in-person type."

"Better to gawk at their boobs that way?" she asked.

Her son chuckled. "Actually, I'm more of a leg man."

She lifted her leg and rested it on the table. "How do mine rate?"

"Definitely 10s. Long. Slender. Toned. Nice ankles. Shapely, muscular calves and thighs, and topped by a firm butt. Definitely 10s." Millie blushed again. "Mom, head to toe, you've got it all."

Being a bit embarrassed, she took her leg off the table and sat up straight in her chair.

"It's not just the body though. You're smart, easy to talk to, have a great personality, and are caring. If I googled the perfect woman, I'd expect your picture to show up."

"I think that's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. It's BS, but still very flattering," she replied.

"It's not BS. In my eyes, you are the pinnacle of what a perfect woman is."

Millie teared. "You're so much like your father."

"I think that's probably the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me," Gene replied, taking his mother's hand.

"I need to go clean up. Lunch at noon. Afternoon at the pool with a pitcher of margaritas and my handsome son. It's going to be a beautiful day," his mother said as she got up and went inside. Gene turned and watched her walk away. "Quit looking at my ass," she said not even looking back.

Gene chuckled realizing she knew exactly what he was doing. His mind raced at the thought of doing what his father had done that first time by the lake. 'How would she react?' he wondered.

*****

Gene was surprised at how few emails he had. His personal assistant was good at filtering out the ones that didn't require his personal attention. She was the same way with the calls. He was caught up quickly. His mind drifted back to his mother as he changed into his swim trunks and camp shirt. Since reading the notebook he was seeing her in a different way; more woman now than just his mother, and a beautiful one to boot.

"Lunch," he heard her call up the stairs.

Gene joined her in the nook and stopped for a moment to look her over. His mother's hair was pulled back in a ponytail and her makeup had been removed. Even so, she was still a beautiful woman. She wore a semi-transparent white coverup over what appeared to be a fairly skimpy bikini.

"I like the outfit," he told her.

"I've never worn this suit in front of anyone. It's for tanning and I want to keep my tan lines sharp," she replied joining him at the table. "Is it too revealing?"

"I can't really see it through the robe thing."

"Well, if it is, say something and I'll change."

"I'm sure it's fine," he replied.

"You're going to need sunscreen today. I've got some in my pool bag."

"Yeah, I'm not used to this much sun."

After eating they went out to the pool. Millie spread out her towel on the chaise, removed her coverup and tossed it onto the chair beside her.

"That is skimpy," her son said. "You look great in it."

"Not too much? Or I guess I should ask if it's not too little," she asked as she sat on the side of the chaise.

"No, mom. You look great."

Millie handed her son a bottle of sunscreen then pulled a second one from her pool bag. As Gene applied his he was distracted watching his mother do the same. She was aware of being watched but said nothing about it. Both applied the lotion thoroughly.

"I'll get your back," she offered.

Her son sat with his back to her on her chaise. Millie warmed the lotion in her hands before lovingly covering his neck, shoulders, and back.

"Your turn," he told her.

"We need to talk first," she said. Her son turned to face her. "The last couple of days you've been a bit different around me. I have to assume that's because you found your father's notebook."

"That obvious huh?" he asked.

"That obvious. He promised me he would destroy it."

"It was hidden behind some books. Have you read it?" Gene asked.

"I have. How much did you read?"

"All of it," her son admitted.

"That notebook, in the wrong hands, could put me in a rather precarious position. It reveals my kryptonite, so to speak."

"So, what dad wrote is true?"

"It is. I'd like you to give it to me so I can destroy it," his mother advised.

"Of course. I'm sorry. I had no right to read it."

"I don't care that you read it. Most of it is about your father and will likely help you get a greater understanding about the man he was. Am I correct in thinking that you've been considering testing my responses?" his mother asked.

"Mom, I... yes. I'm sorry."

"There's nothing to be sorry about. However, if you decide to follow through on that there are a few things you need to be aware of."

"You're okay with it?" Gene asked.

"You're the only person on the planet that I trust enough to allow it. I just don't want it to interfere with the relationship we have with each other. That's my only real concern."

"I can't see that happening, mom."

"Good. May I explain how the 'On buttons' work?" she asked.

"I'm all ears."

"If you use the buttons, I hope you're prepared to use more than just your ears," she said smiling.

"I am."

"Massaging both breasts at the same time gets my motor running. I go from resting to horny as hell almost instantly. One breast doesn't do it. Pinching both nipples at the same time triggers orgasm. That's the only way orgasm works for me."

"I assume you've tried other ways," her son suggested.

"We tried everything. It was all wonderful, but only the pinch ever took me over the top. As my orgasm recedes, I get a craving. It's all consuming. Until that craving has been sated, I can't think of anything else for the next few hours. It's miserable. I suspect it's like a female version of blue balls."

"Having sex doesn't help?"

"Not at all. If I get sated, I'm up for most anything, sexually. So, if you pinch, I need you to be able to satisfy my craving. If you can't, please don't pinch."

"Understood."

"After a lot of experimentation, your father and I worked out a finish that worked for us," she advised.

"Sixty-nine, then as he was getting close he pinched. It was in the notebook," her son advised.

"Exactly," his mother agreed.

"Anything else?" he asked.

"My blowjobs, when I'm not craving are much better. During the craving I'm only thinking of satisfying my own need. Your father referred to craving blowjobs as feral."

"Are you sure you're okay with us doing this?" he asked.

"Seeing how you've reacted to me the last couple of days sort of lit a fire. It's been over a year for me. Until then I never considered us together. I've been flirty with you; hoping you'll take the next step. Even this bikini was to entice you. I actually don't have tan lines."

"You could have just said something," her son said smiling.

"That's not how women work. We hint and expect you to read our minds. So, are you going to put sunscreen on my back or not?" she asked.

"I'd love to," her son said getting up then sitting back on his own chaise. He patted the area between his legs for her to sit.

"You're sure?" she asked.

"I'm sure," he replied smiling.

Millie took a big gulp from her Margarita before sitting in front of him. Gene could tell she was nervous. He warmed the sunscreen in his palms then began applying it to her shoulders. He smiled knowing that from now on the coconut aroma of the lotion would take him back to this moment. He worked slowly and gently. Not only applying the lotion but massaging her. His mother relaxed quickly at his touch. He untied the strings crossing her back but left the ones at the top alone. When he gently pulled her back to rest on his chest she stiffened briefly and sighed. Her skin was already oiled in the front and only using his fingertips, he began to tease her upper chest. He heard her breathing deepen and slow at his touch. After a few minutes he skipped past her breasts and began the same fingertip caresses on her lower chest and upper abdomen. After a moment, she reached up and untied the strings behind her neck, then casually tossed her top onto the unused chaise.

Seeing his mother's bare breasts caused his semi to grow quickly. With their position, she could feel it in the small of her back. Her legs parted just slightly as she took her son's hands and placed them onto her breasts.

"Don't pinch," she reminded him.

As soon as he began moving over his mother's breasts she gasped. Her legs parted as she drew up her knees and began gently rocking her pelvis. Millie's hand slipped into her bikini bottom and her fingers were soon moving over her pussy. With her free hand she untied the strings on both sides then tossed the bottom in the direction she had thrown her top.

"What happens if I move away from your breasts?" he asked.

"Whatever you want. You have me soaked and ready."

"Sit up for a minute," he told her. Millie sat up and her son climbed off the chaise. "Scoot back and relax."

He grabbed the towel from the other chaise and dropped it at his feet, then knelt on it at the foot of the chaise. His mother watched his every move as he spread her legs to access her pussy.

"A heart?" he asked.

"Your father and I talked about getting a tattoo but could never settle on what. I finally decided to get my hair lasered off and leave only a small heart. I have to keep it cut short or it looks like a goatee."

"I like it," her son said giving it a soft kiss.

Millie gasped when she saw and felt her son's tongue flick a few times over her clit.

"Oh my god," she whimpered.

Her son moved away from her pussy and took his time licking, kissing, and nibbling on her inner thighs. Her eyes were closed and her pelvis rocked continuously. Finally reaching her pussy, Millie gasped as his tongue entered between her swollen labia. For the next ten or more minutes, her son assaulted her pussy and clit. He knew his way around and tried every trick he could think of. Several times he thought she was about to peak, but before it happened her readiness would fade.

"Honey, I appreciate how hard you're trying, but my body doesn't work that way," she told him.

Her son stood and positioned himself on the empty chase next to her.

"Sit on me," he told his mother.

As she lowered herself onto him, Millie looked him in the eye. "Don't cum in me. When you're wanting to cum, pinch my nipples. I'll finish you in my mouth."

Her son nodded then resting his hands on her thighs, watched as his mother fucked herself on his cock. After a few minutes he moved his hands to her breasts and began to massage them, being careful not to pinch her nipples. Her movement increased and her breathing became a pant. He watched as a flush began at her neck then spread upward to her face and down onto her chest. Her eyes opened wide, and she screamed.

"Gene! Ahhhh!"

Millies back arched and stiffened. Her legs began shaking. His mother grabbed her son's forearms as she seemed to hold on for dear life. Wave after wave of a tremendous orgasm passed through her. After about a minute she collapsed forward onto him. About every five seconds for another couple of minutes her body shuddered. The contractions, milking her son's cock, buried deep inside her, triggered her son and he began filling his mother's pussy with his warm offering. Neither moved for a few minutes afterward.

"I can't believe that happened," she whimpered as she sat up facing him. Tears were streaming down her face. "There's no craving. I just had the most incredible orgasm of my life and there's no craving," his mother said wiping the tears away with her hand.

"It looked pretty good from where I'm sitting."

"I don't think you understand. It's never happened like this before. It was amazing," she said then leaned forward giving her son a passionate kiss.

"Did we do anything you haven't done before?" he asked.

"Not other than it was you rather than your father."

"How about size?" her son asked.

"You're both about the same size. I'm going to leave a mess when I get up," she said smiling. "Just stay here. I'll get you cleaned up."

She slowly raised off his cock. Gene could feel the dripping onto his crotch as she held herself over him. After a minute, she scooted down the chaise and took her time cleaning up using her mouth and tongue. Once finished, she grabbed a towel and dipped it in the pool, then washed him.

"That was wonderful. Thank you," she told him as she handed him his margarita and took a sip of hers.

*****

For the next couple of hours neither spoke much. Millie was trying to figure out how her son had bypassed her 'On buttons' and triggered the most intense orgasm of her life. The only thing new was her son. There was nothing else that she hadn't done many times with her husband in their thirty years together - nothing.

It was around three when the Texas heat and sun drove them inside. They went to their rooms and showered then met up again in the kitchen, where Gene was making a fresh batch of margaritas.

"I put the notebook there on the table for you."

"Thank you," she said picking it up. "He would have loved what happened today. I'll bet he's smiling down from heaven at us right now."

"I'm not too sure about that," her son chuckled.

"You know what I mean," she said smiling as she sat at the table. Her son sat across from her. "Are you okay with what we did?" his mother asked.

"I'm completely okay with it. I'm hoping it wasn't just a one-time thing."

"What got this started is the 'On buttons.' You still haven't used them. I doubt you'll be content until you do. Once you've experienced my feral side, you'll need to compare my non-feral blowjob. I assure you, it's vastly superior."

"And you're good with that?" he asked.

"I am. I experienced something extraordinary today. I'd like to see if it was a one off or something that we can repeat. Either way, you check all my boxes for a lover. I trust you. I love you. You're intelligent, and you're hot as hell."

"Thanks. I feel the same way about you," he replied.

"I do hope we'll be seeing each other more often now."

"Much of what I do can be done online. We have the money and the time to travel and see the world. You've seen much of it already, but between going to school and sitting in board rooms, I haven't."

"I'd love to do that. Mother and son by day and secret lovers by night. It gets me wet just thinking about it," his mother said grinning.

*****

As the evening progressed and the air began to cool, they sat in the enclosed gazebo talking about where they would like to visit. They agreed to let her make the arrangements since she had done much more leisure travel than he had.

After a few minutes of quiet, his mother spoke. "Which would you like to try first, feral or loving?"

Gene chuckled. "I've been afraid to bring it up."

"Why, for heaven's sake?" she asked.

"It's an awkward thing to bring up, I guess."

"Well, get over it. Pinch my nipples, I cum, then go nuts sucking you. Squeeze my tits and I'm ready for anything. Ask me and I'll tell you to squeeze my tits. I love sex. It's a win-win for both of us," she advised.

"Which would you recommend?" her son asked.

"The first time feral should probably be without foreplay, so you can experience the whole thing. Doing it in a sixty-nine is feral too, but not the same since you're close to cumming anyway. My non-feral bj is more like worshiping your cock. It's for your pleasure, not my craving."

"Do you like giving the non-feral?"

"I love doing it. I love the feel, the taste, and especially seeing and hearing the pleasure I'm giving. Just knowing I can bring you to your knees with my mouth is a real rush. Your father... never mind. It's bad form to talk about a previous lover to your current one."

"It's not like I'm going to get jealous of dad. Tell me," her son said.

"My mouth was his personal alarm clock. When he was at home, I sucked him two or three times every day. We both loved it."

"I'm not sure I can go that much," her son chuckled.

"Challenge accepted. Let's do feral tonight. It's best to do that with your pants already off."

"Just say when," he told her.

"Bedtime."

*****

Just before ten, Millie led her son to her bedroom. Both undressed then she had him lay back against the headboard and knelt between his knees.

"Rub them, but don't squeeze," she instructed.

Gene cupped both breasts. His mother's response was dramatic. Her eyes closed, nipples hardened, and her pelvis began to rock. She opened her eyes and looked at him.

"That's all it takes to get me ready. I'm still in full control, but I'd let you take any of my holes. Let me get you hard before you pinch," she said, then began stroking her son's cock.

Gene responded to her caresses and was soon fully aroused.

"What, exactly, is going to happen when I pinch?" he asked.

"I'll orgasm, much like I did by the pool. It won't be as intense, but still a good one. About halfway through, the craving takes over. Your father said it even changes my appearance. That first time I scared the crap out of him. It scared me too. I cried for hours afterward, both from not understanding what happened and embarrassment. When the craving starts, all I can think of is getting cum. Imagine someone putting a plastic bag over your head and cutting off your air. That's the panic I feel, except it's cum, not air that I need."

"It sounds terrifying," her son said.

"It can be. That's why anytime you use the 'On buttons,' I need you to be ready to give me what I need."

"I will. Have you ever considered putting the 'On buttons' off limits?" her son asked.

"Do you like sex?" his mother asked.

He chuckled, "Very much."

"So do I. How would you feel about having sex but not being able to orgasm? Would you still like it?"

"I see your point. That would be a bit frustrating."

"A bit frustrating?" she asked.

"Okay, a lot frustrating."

"Anything else you'd like to know before I go feral?"

"Yeah, am I going to get injured during this?" he asked her.

His mother chuckled. "Early on, your father did get his balls bruised a few times. Once he fell backwards over the coffee table and broke his wrist. That's why I have you here on the bed with your pants already off. It's safe this way."

"You're sure?"

"Positive. Just relax and don't interfere with me getting my cum and you'll be fine. Pinch whenever you're ready."

Gene hesitated for a moment then pinched both of his mother's hard nipples. Her entire upper half flushed almost instantly. She groaned loudly and thrust her pelvis forward as her entire body stiffened. She stayed that way for about twenty seconds before she began humping as if she were fucking someone. In seconds, she was on her knees, ass in the air and still humping, and her son's cock driven into her throat. Her hands gripped his hips as she facefucked herself, making a gluck sound every time she hit bottom. Her upper half and lower half looked as if they were moving independently from each other. Her ass was moving as if some invisible lover was pile driving her from behind. Her upper half bobbed on her son's cock.

"Mom, ease off a bit. That's too deep," he said.

His words were ignored as she continued. He moved his hand to her head to slow down her movement. She immediately grabbed his wrist and pushed it away as her eyes looked up at him hatefully. Gene left her alone and just watched, finding it difficult to experience the pleasure of the aggressive blowjob. She didn't slow down at all, and after a full couple of minutes, was still humping her invisible lover and facefucking herself. Gene closed his eyes to try and concentrate on the pleasure. He wanted to get this over. He wanted to give his mother the cum she craved so she would stop this animalistic behavior.

"Gluck, gluck..." continued unabated.

It took a couple more minutes before he felt himself nearing and finally exploded into his mother's mouth. Her bobbing and humping slowed after his first release, but she continued sucking until there was nothing else to get. His mother finally rolled onto her back next to him. She was drenched with perspiration but lay there with her eyes closed and smiling. Neither spoke for several minutes.

"Now you see why I prefer having you ready to cum when you hit the buttons," his mother said.

"I don't know what to say. Have you seen that?"

"I don't want to see it. Would you want to see yourself if it was you?"

"Probably not."

"Tomorrow I'll give you a real blowjob. You'll like that better. Do you see why my orgasm today was so special now?" his mother asked.

"Yeah. Mom, do you get breast exams at the doctor's office?"

"Every year. Why?"

"Don't they pinch the nipples during that?"

"They do but thank God they do them one at a time. It's never been a problem. I need a shower. You're welcome to join me as long as you leave my breasts alone. I'm exhausted."

*****

Following their uneventful shower they returned to the bed. Both were asleep quickly.

During the night, Gene awoke and put his arm around his mother. He moved his hand downward and realized her nightgown had ridden up exposing her bare pussy. He felt her moisture and began sliding his wet finger over her clit. It hardened quickly.

Gene carefully repositioned himself between his mother's legs and began eating her pussy. She drew her legs up to give him full access. After several minutes he felt her clit soften and sucked it into his mouth, thrashing it with his soft tongue. She closed her legs holding him there. Both of her hands moved to his head as she moaned just once and stiffened. Her legs shook as an orgasm consumed her. He eased off when he sensed her sensitivity.

"Oh my god," she whispered afterward.

Her son raised himself then moved up between her outstretched legs and entered her.

"Feels so good," she said softly as he began sliding in and out.

She began moving with him and soon had wrapped her legs around his thighs.

"Gene. Gene. Geeeenee!" she cried as she stiffened in a second orgasm.

Her son grunted and emptied himself into her as she trembled. Both relaxed after a moment and lay there holding each other.

"How? I don't understand how you're doing this," she said.

"Does it matter?"

"No. It's wonderful. Thank you."

They cuddled together for the rest of the night.

*****

Being accustomed to an earlier time zone, Gene woke first. He quietly got out of bed and went to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. Going to his room, he shaved and showered. He put on his boxers, grabbed his laptop, then went to the nook. He'd been there about an hour when his mother walked in. Her hair still damp from a shower and wearing a short, silky, robe.

"I was planning on being your alarm clock this morning," she said as she kissed the top of his head.

"I'm on New York time. I told the office I plan to be away for the next three months to go traveling with you. Let me know when you have an itinerary so I can tell my P. A."

"I'll start on it today," his mother replied sitting across from him. "That's three times now."

"What is?" he asked.

"Orgasms. The last two, you didn't even touch my breasts. My son, the magic man," she said smiling.

"I'm glad. That feral thing is a bit scary," he chuckled.

"Let me know when you're ready and I'll give you a real blowjob."

"I'm ready anytime. Just say the word."

"Word. Take off those boxers and turn your chair around," his mother said as she stood.

Millie grabbed the cushion from her chair and waited as her son stood and removed his boxers. He turned his chair away from the table and sat with his already hard cock on display. She dropped the cushion at his feet then slipped off her robe before kneeling.

"Okay if I take my time?" she asked.

"Take as much time as you like."

Using only her index finger and thumb, she raised her son's cock to look it over. After a moment she looked up at him. "Same length as your father, but you're a little bigger around. The head is bigger too."

She began gently stroking and expressed a drop of precum. Using her finger, she collected it and put it in her mouth. "Salty, but sweet. I like it," she said, then slid her thumb up the underside expressing more. She licked it away, then used the tip of her tongue to tease the frenulum. Gene moaned softly at the sensation. She smiled up at him and continued until more precum appeared. His mother used her finger to spread it over his glans then took the head into her mouth and began swirling her tongue over it. With the head still in her mouth she expressed more precum with her thumb.

"I like handjobs too, but I have trouble keeping my mouth out of the way. I hate watching all that delicious cum go to waste," she told him as she began licking the length of his shaft. "The head is my favorite part; so soft and sensitive. Especially the corona," she said, running her tongue around it a couple of times.

"Do you prefer hand and mouth or just mouth?" she asked.

"Mouth mostly but adding the hand when I cum intensifies it."

"And where do you prefer to cum?"

"Definitely in the mouth. Feeling the tongue on the underside of the head when it happens is intense," he told her.

"Do you mark your territory?"

"You mean cum on the face?"

"Or breasts," him mom replied.

"I have, but the ladies I'm generally with prefer their makeup and hair left alone."

"I'm usually that way too, but since I'm fresh out of the shower you can cum wherever you prefer."

"Your mouth, mom. There's something really erotic about the thought of cumming in your mother's mouth."

"The taboo of it all. I wonder if that's why you can make me cum," she asked.

"I wondered about that. Maybe so."

"Your father had a fantasy of watching me with a woman."

"Did you ever do it?" her son asked.

"With my 'On buttons?' Your father was the only person, until you, that I was ever with. When we were in Japan, I watched him being pleasured by a geisha." Millie laughed. "He was a nervous wreck at first, but she finally got him to relax. Keiko invited me to join them, but I didn't. I wish I had now. It's the things we don't do that we regret the most. Enough talk," his mother said, then swallowed her son's entire cock.

"Damn," he said.

For the next fifteen minutes, Millie worshiped her son's cock. She brought him close several times, only to back off then do it again. When he got close the next time, he put a hand on her head signaling her to finish. She looked up at him and nodded, then added her hand movement. With the head firmly in her mouth, her tongue going wild on his underside, and her hand stroking him, Gene erupted into her mouth. She completely drained him. He finally put his hand on her head signaling to stop.

"That was the finest blowjob I've ever had," he said catching his breath.

"Let me know when you'd like another one, or anything else, for that matter."

"I will. The same goes for you, mom."