A Mother's Deception

A Mother's Deception

Nicole was on her way home from work when her phone rang. She tapped the button on the steering wheel to answer it.

"Hi Tiff," she said aloud.

"Hey. My flight is booked. I'll be there on Wednesday afternoon. Return flight is on Sunday afternoon."

"Awesome. I work Wednesday, so I'll have Mike pick you up."

"Mikey can drive? Damn. How long has it been since I've seen him?"

"Almost three years. He's not the scrawny little boy you remember. Mike's over six feet tall and about two hundred pounds of sculpted muscle. He's a hunk."

"Please tell me he's legal," Tiffany laughed.

"Don't you dare. That's my son we're talking about.

"Oh, give me a break. He was practically drooling on my tits last time I saw him."

Nicole chuckled. "That was so funny. They did hold his attention."

"So, does he have a girlfriend?" Tiffany asked in jest.

"Actually, no. He got his heart broken by some little bitch a couple of years ago. As far as I know he hasn't gone out with anyone since."

"Maybe Thelma and Louise will give him a little motivation."

"Maybe. Tiff, I'm serious here. Flirting and teasing is one thing. Seducing my eighteen year old son is another."

"I'd ruin him for girls his own age," Tiffany said laughing.

"My point exactly. Flirt all you want, but don't cross any lines. Please?"

"Fine. I'll just keep his dick hard my whole visit."

Nikki laughed. "What a whore."

"It takes one to know one."

"I'm not like we were in college. I'm a respectable healthcare professional and mother now."

"So, you quit fucking?"

"That hasn't been a priority," Nicole replied.

"Oh, my fucking god! You have. I'm getting you laid while I'm there. I'm getting both of us laid," Tiffany said seriously. "I'll send you my flight info. Gotta run," she said, ending the call.

Nicole thought about how long it had been for her. Two years, she realized. It just hadn't been her priority. Once she had accepted the Director of Nurses position, at the hospital, her work had become her life. Mike was old enough and mature enough to take care of himself.

As she thought about her son, Nicole wondered if she hadn't let him down somehow. It didn't seem right that a good looking eighteen year old guy seemed to show no interest in dating. Had the little bitch ruined him, or did Nicole fail at helping her son through his heartbreak? That question would occupy her thoughts for the entire weekend.

Mike got home from work at eight thirty that Friday evening. After a quick greeting, he went directly to the refrigerator to get something to eat, as he always did.

"There are wings from Wing Snob in there for you," she told him.

"My favorite. Thanks," he said grabbing the container. "How was your day?" he asked as he arranged the wings and fries in the air fryer basket.

"Pretty good. Guess who's coming to visit next week."

"Who?"

"Tiffany. I'll need you to pick her up at the airport Wednesday."

Mike turned to his mother and held his hands in front of his chest as if he were holding two basketball size boobs.

"That Tiffany? Aunt Tiffany?" he asked.

Nicole laughed. "That's a bit of an exaggeration, but yes, that Tiffany."

"Not much exaggeration," he said.

"She isn't actually your aunt, you know."

"Yeah, I knew that."

His mother sat at the table to join him. She smiled realizing how well he knew his way around the kitchen. He was more adept at using the air fryer than she was. Nicole would have simply popped it in the microwave and eaten the wings and soggy fries. As the food reheated, Mike grabbed a coke, poured her a glass of wine, and set the table.

"Why are you giving me a plate? I already ate," she asked.

"Uh huh," he replied, ignoring her question.

When the timer chimed, Mike set the food on the table between them. Without saying anything, he picked up her plate, put three wings and some fries on it, then placed it in front of her. She grinned as he set the small container of ranch dressing next to her plate.

"This is supposed to be your dinner," his mother said.

"There are sixteen wings here. When we eat together, you always get me ten. When you get sixteen you snitch a few and pretend it was an afterthought. I'm saving you the trouble."

Nicole smiled, "Got me figured out, huh?" she asked then picked up a wing.

"Not everything, but you are fairly predictable."

She thought as she ate, realizing she had become predictable and a creature of habit.

"Are you seeing anyone?" his mother asked.

"I didn't see that coming."

"Maybe I'm not that predictable. Are you?"

"No," he replied.

"Any particular reason?" she asked.

"I'm just not interested."

"You don't like girls?" she asked.

"I'm not gay, if that's what you're driving at."

Nicole chuckled. "I'm just surprised that a handsome guy like you isn't seeing someone, male or female."

He looked at her for a moment before replying.

"Been there. Done that. You're on top of the world for a while, then it ends suddenly, and you spend the next six months feeling like crap. It's not worth it."

"It's not always like that. You're basing it on a single experience."

"Am I? Who are you seeing?" he asked, but she didn't reply. "I rest my case."

*****

Nicole spent much of the weekend deep in thought.

When Mike came home on Monday there was a small mailer packet on the table addressed to him. There was no return address, and it was marked personal. He laid it aside to open later, assuming it was advertising of some sort.

After eating he went to his room and showered. Sitting at his desk, he opened the mailer. There were two items inside. A cheap, black sleep mask and a letter. He opened it and read.

Mikey

Please don't reveal the contents of this letter to anyone. You're of legal age now so if you follow my rules completely I'll make it well worth your while.

Beginning Wednesday shower before bedtime. Wear ONLY this eye cover to bed nothing else. ALL lights in your room must be out and your room in complete darkness. I'll be visiting you during the night.

During my visit you MUST keep the eye cover on. You MUST NOT speak. You MUST keep your hands to yourself. If you break any of these rules my visit will end immediately and there will be no further visits.

Say nothing to anyone about this letter. Do not discuss the visits with anyone. Not even me. Go about your days as if nothing has happened. This must be a secret between the two of us.

I'm assuming that you're interested in being visited by me. If I'm incorrect please just leave your bedroom door cracked open on Wednesday night. That will be my signal not to proceed.

Remember absolute secrecy and follow the rules.

Mike couldn't believe what he had just read. The only person that ever called him Mikey was Tiffany, big tits Tiffany. There was no signature on the letter. He looked for a postmark on the mailer but couldn't see it clearly enough to figure out where it came from. It had to be her.

He was to sleep naked, eyes covered in a darkened room. No speech, no hands; this had to be sex she was contemplating. Mike's cock had grown to full stature. The secrecy was to make sure his mother wouldn't find out. She'd never approve of this. Come hell or high water, he would be naked on Wednesday night.

Mike locked his bedroom door then opened photos on his computer. He knew exactly what he was looking for and soon had it onscreen. It was from several years ago at the beach. His mother and Tiffany standing side by side in bikinis. To Mike, this was better than watching porn.

As he stroked, Mike concentrated on Tiffany initially, but his attention soon moved to his mother. She was his go to fantasy. Tiffany, with her big boobs and shapely body, was hot. But mom, she was the one woman in the world he craved. Mike zoomed in on his mother's face and quickly exploded.

After cleaning up, he tossed the mailer in the trash and stashed the mask and letter under the t-shirts in his dresser.

Although he had met Tiffany multiple times, Mike actually knew little about her. She lived somewhere around Los Angeles, had known his mom since college, and she had big boobs. That about summed it up.

"I'm getting some ice cream. Want some?" his mother called from the kitchen.

Mike walked to her rather than yell back.

"Sure. Do we have any of that caramel syrup?"

"There might be some in the pantry," she replied, as she grabbed a bowl for him from the cupboard.

Mike found the syrup then got spoons from the drawer and stood beside her.

"Mom, tell me about Tiffany."

"We were housemates in college for two years. She lives in Huntington Beach. Never been married and has really big tatas."

"I already knew that. What kind of work does she do?"

"She freelances, editing books. Pretty successful too."

"Does she do any writing of her own?"

His mother chuckled. "I know she used to."

"Why the laugh?" he asked.

"She wrote sex stories and posted them to some free website; Literotica, I think," she said handing him his bowl.

They sat together at the table to enjoy their ice cream.

"What's she like?" her son asked.

"Outgoing would be a good description. She likes to party."

"A drinker, huh?"

"No. Actually, she drinks very little. Tiff never needed booze to bring out her wild side."

"Define wild," he requested.

Nicole thought for a moment before replying.

"Let's just say, she never passed up a wet t-shirt contest. That's all I'm saying about it. College was a pretty wild and crazy time for both of us."

"Did you enter these contests too?" her son asked.

"Oh, lord no. Standing next to Tiff, they would have laughed me off stage," his mother said, cupping her own breasts for effect.

"Bigger doesn't mean better," he said.

Nikki looked at her son.

"Have you ever been to a wet t-shirt contest?" Mike shook his head. "Bigger wins every time. I can't believe we're sitting here eating ice cream and talking about wet t-shirt contests. You are free Wednesday afternoon to pick her up, aren't you?"

"Yeah, that's no problem. Text me the flight information."

"Just a heads up, now that you're eighteen, Tiff will probably be very flirty with you. That's just the way she is."

"I can just flirt back at her."

"Watch yourself or you may wind up in a situation you aren't ready for," his mother warned.

'That's what I'm hoping,' he thought. "I will," he replied.

*****

On Tuesday, Nicole sent her son the flight information and Tiffany's phone number. She had apparently sent his number to Tiffany. Mike got a text from Tiffany that suggested he wait in the phone lot until she called tomorrow.

The drive on Wednesday afternoon from Clayton to Raleigh-Durham International took forty minutes. Mike only had to wait another fifteen minutes before her text arrived.

'Terminal 2, gate 4, upper level. Look for a hot blonde in a red dress with big knockers.'

Mike grinned and replied, 'Got it. I'm in a gray Toyota pickup.'

Minutes later, with little effort, he spotted her. Her description had been accurate except for the dress. It was red, but just barely covered her ass. Mike didn't mind. He pulled up to the curb and stepped out. Three guys, not much older than he was, were standing there talking to her.

"Hi, Tiffany," he said as he stepped up.

"Mikey!" she squealed and pulled him into a hug, crushing her tits into his chest. "Damn, you've really filled."

"A little," he replied.

She turned to the three young men.

"My date's here. Nice meeting you guys," she told them.

"Don't forget the party," one said as the three waved and walked away. Mike put her two bags in the back seat then opened the passenger door for her. He stood holding the door as she climbed into his truck. Tiffany had either forgotten or didn't care that she was wearing a short dress and gave Mike an eyeful of her matching red panties. He closed her door then got in the other side.

"It's good to see the college boys haven't changed. They're horny as ever. I've been in town for twenty minutes and have already been invited to a frat party."

"Are you gonna go?" Mike asked.

Tiffany patted his thigh. "I've already got a date. You've grown into a hunk," she said squeezing his thigh.

Mike felt his cock begin to stir as he pulled his truck away from the curb. Tiffany left her hand on his thigh. Any doubts he had about the legitimacy of the letter were quickly and completely erased.

"Mom should be home at about four thirty this afternoon."

"I need to eat something," she said.

"What would you like?"

Tiffany thought for a moment before replying.

"A nice long juicy sausage." She chuckled as she watched Mike's face flush. "Is the Redneck Barbecue Lab still open?"

"Yeah, it's just a few minutes from the house," he replied.

Tiffany did most of the talking as they drove. Her hand didn't leave his thigh the entire way. Once standing at the counter in the restaurant she ordered.

"Single meat plate with sausage. Don't cut it, please," she told the woman behind the counter.

Mike ordered and followed her through the line picking up their sides. At the register, Tiffany handed the guy her charge card and paid for them both. They picked up drinks then she led him to a table right in the center of the dining room. Once seated, she picked up the fat, juicy, sausage and licked it from the top to bottom, then put about half of it in her mouth and sucked as she slowly pulled it out. Mike sat there with his mouth open and blushing as he watched.

"I love North Carolina sausage," she said, grinning at him. "Your mother hated it when we double dated, and I did that. Has she told you about any of our adventures?"

"No. She did mention wet t-shirt contests."

"That was my thing. Nikki never did it. Back then Thelma and Louise...," she said pointing to each breast. "... were perkier. Now I have to hold them up with support." Tiffany grabbed her phone, opened photos, and held it up to him. "Awesome, huh?" she asked.

Mike looked at the picture of a considerably younger Tiffany in a very wet white t-shirt. Her entire breasts and hard nipples were on full display. His face flushed a deep red.

"Ask your mom. If she's okay with it, I'll send it to you," she suggested.

"Uh, yeah... I'll check."

The rest of the afternoon Tiffany continued her tease. Mike had an erection the entire time. Just before Nicole got home from work, Tiffany went to her room. By then Mike needed a break. He thought about relieving himself but was afraid he might not be able to get it up when she came in that night. He was now totally convinced she'd be there, and he would be naked and wearing the mask waiting.

Nikki got home a few minutes later. She went directly to her room to remove her scrubs and shower. Mike knew her routine and didn't interrupt. Instead, he went to the kitchen and fixed himself a glass of iced tea then sat at the table.

The Tiffany that joined him a moment later was a different woman. Gone was the short red dress and the overtly sexual demeanor. Her hair was now in a pony tail. She had removed much of her makeup and wore an oversized button up shirt and conservative slacks. Even her breasts seemed to be smaller than before.

Nikki walked in grinning not long afterward and the two women hugged. She greeted her son briefly, then both women sat on the couch catching up. Mike had become a third wheel and after about ten minutes went to his room. It was about six when his mother knocked on his door.

"We're going to Panera Bread for dinner. Wanna go?"

"You sure? I know you guys have a lot of catching up to do," he replied.

"We've got plenty of time for that. Come on," she insisted.

All three left for dinner a short time later. As they sat eating, Nikki looked at her son.

"Tiff said you wanted to ask me about a picture," his mother said seriously.

Mike's face instantly turned red. "Ah, ah...," he stammered.

His mother and Tiffany both started laughing at him.

"She said she drove you to distraction this afternoon," his mother said, still laughing.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that," he replied.

"Nik, I wish you could have seen his face with the sausage," Tiffany added.

"Mike, we were on a double date, sitting in the restaurant, when she pulled that the first time. The guy I was with actually made a mess in his pants. He was so embarrassed, he ran out of the restaurant and left me there," his mother said, grinning.

"I did you a favor. He was a dork," Tiffany said laughing.

"Probably. She's promised to go easy on you from now on."

Mike looked at Tiffany. "Thanks," he told her.

Tiffany smiled and winked at him.

Following dinner, Mike was reduced to a third wheel again and returned to his room. He came out briefly around ten to say goodnight. Mike showered and shaved then went around his room covering even the smallest light sources. He made sure the path from the door to his bed was unobstructed then reread the letter.

Naked - check

Mask - check

Door closed - check

Showered - check

Dark - check

No speaking - check

No hands - check

He put the letter away, turned off the lights, and got in his bed with the covers pushed off to the side. Mike laid back with his legs spread and his erection standing proudly. He put on the mask and waited. Mike could feel his heart pounding.

With everything dark, he had no way of determining the time. It seemed like hours before he heard them walk down the hallway to their rooms. He lifted his mask to see the hallway light go out. His cock, which had somewhat deflated during the wait, now grew to full stature again. He waited, but at some point fell asleep.

Mike stirred feeling his bed shift. Seconds later he felt soft hands sliding up his thighs toward his throbbing cock. He slid his hands under his buttocks to remove the temptation to touch. Then he felt it, a single finger running up the underside of his erection, then spreading his precum over the head. He bit his lip to keep from moaning.

A wet hand grasped his shaft and began stroking. It was gentle at first then after about a minute it sped up. He neared quickly and the hand stopped but still held him. As his urgency eased, a second hand began cupping and massaging his balls. Slowly, and expertly, the hand began moving again. Mike was in heaven. He'd never been touched like this before.

She brought him close several more times, often taking breaks to let him cool or to add more moisture. She could continue forever like this if she wanted.

In his mind, he could see Tiffany's hand stroking him. Her red nails were even darker than his swollen glans. He imagined her face as she stroked him. Tiffany's face vanished in his mind, and he saw his mother, just inches from his hard cock and smiling up at him.

His body stiffened as he suppressed a groan, and his first stream exploded from him into warm wetness. Stream after stream followed as he emptied himself. He finally collapsed, exhausted.

The bed shifted again and was followed by the sound of his door opening then quietly closing again.

Mike waited a few minutes to make sure she was gone then took off the mask. He stepped into the bathroom to clean up the massive mess he'd just made and turned on the light. He squinted at the brightness to adjust. When he looked down to assess the mess, to his amazement, there was nothing.

'Holy shit! I came in her mouth,' he thought.

*****

Nikki and Tiff had been sitting at the table for over an hour when Tiffany asked, "Where's Mikey this morning?"

"Gone to work. He keeps his schedule on the fridge."

"Does he walk to work?"

"No. He drives his truck."

"His truck's parked out front," Tiffany pointed out.

Nicole went to her son's room and knocked.

"Mike, are you in there?"

"Huh? Yeah, I'm sleeping," he replied mumbling.

"It's almost nine thirty, and according to your schedule you have a nine o'clock shift today."

"Oh, shit!" he grumbled, as he jumped out of the bed.

Nikki returned to the kitchen and opened the freezer to see if there was something to make quickly for a breakfast to take with him. She grabbed two Hot Pockets and put them in the microwave.

As she was putting them, along with an apple in a lunch bag, Mike walked into the kitchen.

"Are you okay? You never oversleep," his mother asked.

"Yeah, I'm good. I forgot to set my alarm."

That was true, but in actuality, he had unplugged it to turn off the lighted display.

Nicole handed him the bag of food and a travel mug with coffee in it.

"Thanks," he said then rushed out of the house.

Nikki returned to the table.

"Does that happen often?" Tiffany asked.

"Never. Mike's never late for anything."

"He was probably up late pounding the pud. Thelma and Louise have that effect on men," Tiff said grinning.

Nikki smiled at her comment. "Maybe. Anything you'd like to do today?"

"Let's go to the campus."

"The campus? Why?"

"We can see how it's changed. Maybe visit some of our old haunts. See where Beta Theta Pi is," Tiffany replied.

"The frat house? Why would you want to know where that is?"

"I told you that I was getting us both laid while I'm here. They're having a party on Saturday. We're invited."

"Tiff, there is no way in hell I'm going to a frat party. Been there. Done that. I'll be happy to drive you."

"Oh, please. We had some great times at frat parties," Tiffany countered.

"And some bad times too. We aren't twenty somethings anymore, and I have no desire to get drugged, and gang banged."

"Drugged no," Tiffany agreed. "But the gang bang might be interesting."

"That's a hard no for me," Nicole told her.

"Okay, so where shall we look for some dick?"

"If I were looking, which I'm not. I'd probably go to Club 30. I've heard several of the nurses at the hospital talk about it."

"Fine. We'll put that on the schedule for Saturday. I'd still like to visit the campus today. We had a lot of great memories there."

"Yes, we did," Nikki agreed.

"Why doesn't Mikey have a girlfriend?"

"He dated a girl a couple of years ago and got his heart broken. Since then, he's kept to himself."

"Want me to bring him out of his shell?" Tiffany asked.

"I want you to stay out of my son's pants."

"Just think of the things I could teach him. It would be a service to womankind."

"Do your public service elsewhere. My son is off limits," Nicole told her.

"Fine, I'll just keep his dick hard for the rest of the week," Tiffany advised.

Nicole chuckled, "What a whore," she said, shaking her head.

*****

They left for the campus just after eleven. Overall, the trip was a bit of a disappointment for both. The best memories had little to do with the school itself. They were from people and places after class. Tiffany was able to locate the Beta Theta Pi fraternity, just in case.

They got back to the house at four. When Mike got home at six, Tiffany insisted he join them for dinner. He was more than willing.

Nicole actually enjoyed watching her son being teased by her best friend. She did nothing inappropriate, but it was obvious that Mike was being affected by Tiffany's teasing.

Remembering the long wait the previous night, Mike went to bed at eleven. He went through the same routine as the night before but was careful to set his alarm for work rather than unplug it. He put a washcloth over it to cover the display.

He heard his mother and Tiffany going to bed, and not long after got naked and climbed into his bed. He put on the mask as soon as the hallway light went out and waited.

Mike's cock went from semi to full stature the moment he heard the door open then quietly close. The bed shifted and he felt her hand grasp his cock.

There was no stroking. Her tongue began teasing his frenulum and soon he felt the head of his cock in her mouth. She drove him wild for several minutes swirling her tongue over it, before taking more into her mouth and teasing his balls with her fingers.

Try as he might, Mike couldn't visualize Tiffany's mouth on his cock. In his mind, all he could see was his beautiful mother. She edged him repeatedly, as she had the night before, except this time she used her mouth rather than her hand. At times, she pulled off completely to lick his sack and suck his balls into her mouth.

Mike would have cum quickly, but she wouldn't let him. So close, then she eased off, again and again.

'Mom, please let me cum,' was all he thought.

When he felt her lips at the base of his cock, Mike grunted just once and began emptying. Her mouth pulled back onto just the head as she greedily collected everything he gave her. She grasped his cock to squeeze out the last. As quietly as she had come in, she got up and left. Mike lay there spent but completely satisfied.

In his mind, Tiffany hadn't done this. His mother had. He fell asleep quickly.

*****

Mike was up and out the door before anyone else got up. He made coffee and set out cups for his mother and Tiffany before leaving. The smile that had been on his face when he fell asleep the night before stayed with him the entire day.

*****

Tiffany and Nicole spent the day shopping. They decided on dinner in that evening, so they stopped at the grocery before returning home. When Mike came home, they all worked together to grill steaks, bake potatoes, and have salad.

"Any plans for the evening?" Mike asked as they ate.

"We thought we'd all play strip poker tonight," Tiffany replied.

Mike's eyes went wide when he heard his mother laugh.

"Really?" he asked.

"No. We won't be playing strip poker," his mother told him, still laughing.

"I don't know. From his reaction, I think Mikey would enjoy seeing mommy and aunt Tiff naked," Tiffany added.

Mike's face flushed and his cock began to grow at the thought.

"See," Tiffany said.

Nicole laughed even harder.

"That's not happening. You two can...," Nicole began, then paused. "Like hell you can. There will be no strip poker," she finished, still laughing.

"Mikey, your mother has turned into a prude," Tiffany told him.

"How about strip Yahtzee?" Mike asked, grinning.

"No! Tiff, you're turning my son into a pervert," Nicole replied.

"We're talking about playing a game, not a BDSM session," Tiffany retorted.

"It's still no. A game is fine, but your clothes stay on."

"All of them?" Tiffany asked innocently.

"All of them. How about a movie?" Nicole suggested.

"Deep Throat. I love that movie. Have you seen it?" Tiffany asked Mike.

"Uh, no," he said laughing.

"Oh, Jesus," Nicole chuckled.

"What? You used to like porn," Tiff reminded her.

Nicole blushed. "That was a long time ago. How about Fried Green Tomatoes or The Notebook?"

"Chick flicks," Tiffany said making a disapproving face. "We need something with skin. Mikey, what would you suggest?"

Mike thought for a minute. "How about Fifty Shades of Grey?" he asked jokingly.

"Hell, yes. Great idea," Tiffany said.

"Fine. You two watch it. I'll go to my room and read," Nicole replied.

"How about Pretty Woman or You've Got Mail?" Mike suggested.

"Borrrringgg," Tiff grunted. "City of Angels. I've never seen that one."

"Is it dirty?" Nicole asked.

"Meg Ryan and Nicolas Cage. A bit tame for my tastes, but I'd watch it," Tiffany agreed.

"Mike?" his mother asked.

"Sounds fine," he chuckled.

Mike tried to sit in the recliner during the movie, but Tiffany was having no part of it. She pressured him into sitting between her and his mother on the sofa. Nicole made popcorn and drinks. Soda for her son and Tiffany, and wine for herself

During the movie, Tiffany's head often rested on Mike's shoulder. A few times she put her hand on his thigh, but Nicole quickly reached across her son and moved it away.

When the movie finished, Mike bid them goodnight and went to his room. After showering, he made sure everything was set up properly then got in the bed.

He ran the previous night's activities through his mind, trying to visualize it as a bystander. No matter how many times he tried, it was always his mother who entered the room and blew him.

The hallway light went off, so he donned his mask and waited. It began just as it had the night before, with her mouth. After a few minutes, the bed shifted, and he felt her straddle his leg. Mike could feel her wet pussy on his shin. She began very gently, sliding herself on his leg to stimulate herself. Although what she was doing didn't change her attention to his cock, he could hear her breathing become more rapid and deeper.

She sat up, then moved her body over his pelvis. Using her fingers to hold his cock down, she settled on him and put his shaft between her labia. The pussy sliding over his cock was drenched and soon she was using it to stroke both his cock and herself. Her hands grabbed onto his forearms as her pace quickened. With a single, soft moan, she stiffened. He could feel her pelvis shaking as she came. Her breathing became shallow and panting. Mike smelled just the slightest hint of alcohol. After a moment, she lifted off and returned to using her mouth on his pussy coated cock.

There was no edging or teasing now. She began full length bobs from the head to the base as her hand fondled his balls. It didn't take long before he erupted into her mouth. He grunted with each stream. Then she was gone.

Mike reached down and felt the moisture in his pubic hair then moved his finger to his nose. He sniffed it and got his first ever smell of pussy. He touched his finger to his tongue for a taste then smiled at the enjoyable tang.

Mike lay there thinking about the last three nights. Handjob on night one. Blowjob on night two. Tonight, she dry fucked him. 'Tomorrow, I'm getting my first pussy,' he thought.

Sleep came slowly.

*****

Mike woke up grinning on Saturday. He had the weekend off and was anticipating his first pussy tonight.

"Why are you grinning?" Tiffany asked as he sat across from her at the table.

"Good mood. I'm off this weekend. Do you and mom have plans today?"

"We're going to a place called Club 30 this evening, and hopefully get laid," Tiffany informed him.

His mother walked into the room just as she finished her sentence.

"Tiff's planning on getting laid. I intend to drink and dance."

"Unless she runs across some hot, available guy," Tiff added grinning.

"I have no desire to sleep with a stranger," Nikki replied.

"How about Henry Cavill?" Tiff asked.

"He's not a stranger. I know him from Superman and The Witcher. He probably won't be there," Nikki answered.

"But what if he is?" Tiffany countered.

"Then I'll throw myself at him and hopefully won't be home tonight." Mike chuckled. His mother looked at him. "That's Henry Cavill, not some stranger."

"Got it," he said.

Nicole's cell phone rang. She looked at the caller ID then left the room. Tiffany looked at Mike puzzled.

"Work call. She always leaves the room for those," Mike told her.

Nicole returned to the kitchen a moment later.

"The computer system has crashed at the hospital. We're switching to paper for everything," she said.

"How bad?" Mike asked.

"Really bad. I've got to go in."

"For how long?" he asked.

"Probably all day. They haven't figured out why it crashed or how to fix it. Mike, I'm going to ask you to entertain Tiffany while I'm gone." Nikki saw the grin on Tiffany's face and leaned to her. "And I'm going to ask you to stay out of my son's pants."

Tiffany grinned at her. "I'll try. That's the best I can give you," Tiff replied.

"Try hard," Nikki said, then went to her room to change.

"So, studly, entertain me," Tiff told him.

"What would you like to do?" he asked.

"Your mother already vetoed that. Let me think about it. I'll tell you after Nikki leaves," she said, then left the room.

Nicole left in her scrubs about ten minutes later. Tiffany walked into the nook a few minutes after that. She wore baggy jeans and another oversized pullover. Her hair was in a somewhat messy bun, and she wore very minimal makeup.

"Stand up and let me look at you." Mike stood, a bit confused. After a moment, she said, "Put on a nice polo and jeans that show off your ass. Clean tennis shoes too."

"I'm not sure I have jeans like that."

"Go put on a pair and let me look."

"Okay," Mike replied and went to his room.

He returned a few minutes later wearing a blue polo shirt and jeans. She looked him over briefly.

"Blue isn't your color. Do you have a red polo?"

"Red shoulders and white chest," he replied.

"These jeans are ok, but they don't really show off your butt. Women like tight butts. Try another pair with the red and white shirt."

Mike went back to his room and changed then returned to her.

"That's more like it. Turn around. Let me see your butt."

Mike laughed but did as she suggested.

"Nice ass. Too bad I made that promise to your mother. Put on your shoes and let's get going."

Minutes later they climbed into his pickup.

"Where to?" he asked.

"UNC student union."

"Yes, ma'am," he said pulling away.

"I understand that ma'am is a polite term, but to women my age it sometimes makes us feel old. I'd prefer Tiff or Tiffany."

"Understood. What's at the student union?"

"Nikki told me about how you've removed yourself from the dating scene. That's your choice and I'm not going to try and change it. What I am going to do is teach you a few things about women."

"Like what?" Mike asked.

"What to look for. Who to stay away from. Who to run from. Who is likely worth chasing. We'll also be watching the guys, so you can see what they're doing right and where they're missing the boat."

"Okay," he chuckled.

"I'm serious. If you listen to me, you'll come out ahead in the long run. Let's start close to home. You walk into a room and see your mother and me. We're both dolled up and you sense we're looking for company. Which of us would you approach first?"

"Am I looking for...," he began, then hesitated.

"Pussy is the term you're looking for," she told him.

"Okay, pussy or someone I'd like to date?"

"Pussy."

"Probably you," Mike replied.

"Probably my ass. For just pussy, you'd definitely go for me. The way I dress and behave, I'm a walking advertisement for a one nighter. That's why I dressed down today, so the horny bastards will leave us alone. Your mother is the getting to know type. She's girlfriend or wife material. She shows her natural beauty. Not too flashy when she dresses up, just flashy enough to hold your attention. She looks like a lady. Like someone you'd be proud to have on your arm walking on the red carpet."

"Yeah. I get the idea," Mike admitted.

"Don't get me wrong. There are times and places where you just want the one nighter. There's nothing wrong with that. We'll fuck your brains out, but so will the girlfriend type if you play your cards right. Describe your perfect woman to me."

"That's a hard one," Mike replied.

"No, it isn't. Let me describe her for you."

"Go for it."

"Intelligent, someone that can carry on a good conversation. Elegant, but can be a tomboy when she wants to. Wears makeup, but just enough to accentuate her features rather than change them. Shapely, not too big on the top or the bottom. She can look good in either a little black fuck me dress or a pair of gray sweats. Her smile is real and reaches her eyes. When you talk to her, she looks at you and listens. Probably 5'6" or 7" and 120 to 130 pounds. Nice legs with delicate looking ankles. Nails painted but not too long or gaudy. She's not movie star beautiful, but she is pretty. She knows it but doesn't flaunt it."

Mike chuckled. "What color are her hair and eyes?"

"Brown for both. Who have I just described?"

Mike chuckled again. "Tiff, you're describing my mom."

"Bingo. That's the woman you're looking for."

"I'm pretty sure that's against the law."

Tiffany laughed. "I'm not suggesting you do your mother. I'm pointing out what you see as your perfect woman. Was I right?"

"Yeah. You described her better than I could."

"Now, compare the woman I just described to your ex-girlfriend. How many boxes did she check?"

Mike thought for a moment. "Very few."

"You simply picked the wrong girl. Next time you'll do better."

When they arrived at the campus they parked and began their walk to the student union. The quad was busy with a lot of people coming and going. Tiffany suggested they sit and watch people for a while.

"I'll point out a girl and you put her into a category. Hookup, date, pass or run. The blonde in the white dress," Tiffany said, putting on her dark sunglasses.

Mike watched her for a moment. "Run," he finally said.

"Why?"

"She looks fake. Way too much makeup. She's dressed for a party, not for class. And she's giving her fake smile to only guys in athletic clothes. I'm surprised she isn't posting on Instagram as she walks."

"I agree. Good call. Brunette with the ponytail."

"Date. She's attractive but not trying to impress anyone. She's focused on where she's going."

"You're pretty good at this," Tiffany told him.

They spent nearly an hour at this with Tiffany pointing out things he might be missing.

The next task was groups. Mike was to identify who was attracted to whom. And to spot the signals the girls were giving off to the guys. He wasn't very good at it initially, but over time developed a pretty good eye at picking up the subtleties of being flirted with.

The third assignment was to watch guys approaching the women and paying attention to how the women responded to them. They both got some good laughs from guys not being able to take the hints that the girls just weren't interested.

Once inside the student union, they got cokes then sat at an out of the way table to watch couples. The body language between them quickly became obvious.

As lunchtime approached, they went off campus to Garcia's pizza, a very popular spot with the students and locals. Mike was surprised that the patterns he saw on campus were the same here.

"There's a girl here trying to get your attention. Have you spotted her?" Tiffany asked.

"Short black hair in a pink t-shirt?" he asked.

"That's her. Hookup, date, pass or run?" Tiffany asked.

"Not pass or run. I don't think a hookup would be paying attention to a guy sitting with a woman. A date wouldn't either unless she thought you were my mother."

"You're about to piss me off," Tiffany laughed.

"Sorry. That wasn't my intention."

"I'll forgive you this time. So, how are you going to respond to her?"

"Make eye contact and smile?" Mike asked.

"Exactly. Try it. Be subtle."

"Right."

"Mike, what's the point in learning this if you don't use it? It's not like you're asking for a blowjob."

Mike looked at the girl and when he caught her eye, he smiled. Her return smile was subtle, but then she brushed her hair off her ear with a finger before looking away.

"What did she tell you?" Tiffany asked.

"That it would be okay if I went over and talked to her, I think."

"Exactly, now go talk to her."

"I'm not going to leave you here alone," Mike insisted.

"Oh, bullshit! Say hi. Introduce yourself. Tell her you think she's attractive. Apologize for not being able to stay and talk, then ask for her number."

"What the hell," he said then walked to her table. "Hi," he said squatting to eye level.

"Hi," she replied with a genuine smile.

"I'm Mike," he said offering his hand.

She shook his hand.

"Claire. Is that your mom?"

"My mom's bestie. She visiting from California. Mom got called in to work, so I'm sorta babysitting." Claire grinned. "I just wanted to tell you I think you're really pretty, but I don't want to be rude to Tiffany."

"I understand. Maybe you could call sometime," she said, holding out her hand for his phone.

Mike pulled it from his pocket, unlocked it, then handed it to her. Claire opened his contacts, added her name and number then handed his phone back.

"It was nice to meet you," he said.

"You too," she smiled.

Mike walked back to his table grinning.

"See how easy it is?" Tiffany asked.

Claire got up from her seat and gave him a small wave as she left.

"I'm amazed."

"Learn the signals and be yourself. Be honest."

"So, when should I call her?"

"Text her in a couple of hours. Reintroduce yourself and ask when would be a good time to call. That puts the ball back in her court. She may answer right away, wait a few days, or she may not reply at all. Let her make the next move."

"I wish someone would have shown me this a long time ago," he said.

"A word to the wise. Don't let women know that you know our tricks. They'll see you as a creep."

"My lips are sealed."

"Too bad you aren't old enough to get into a bar. The signals are so obvious Ray Charles could see them."

"Who is Ray Charles?"

"Forget it. Fucking kids," she mumbled. "Mikey, I've shown you this for a reason. Look around you. See the unspoken side of male-female communication. There's a lot you've been missing," Tiffany told him.

"There's a bar not far from the house that has an outdoor area for families," Mike told her.

"Is the crowd older than college age?"

"Yeah. Thirties and up, I'd guess."

"Let's go. You need to see some more mature women in action."

They headed out to the bar minutes later. Mike's cell phone rang with his mother's ringtone.

"Hi, mom."

"Mike, it's a disaster here. I'm going to need to stay through afternoon shift. Let Tiff know I won't be home until after midnight, so I can't go out tonight. Give her my apologies," his mother said in one breath. "I've got to run. See you tomorrow," she said ending the call.

"Did you hear that?" Mike asked.

"I did."

"So, what would you like to do this evening?" Mike asked.

"I'm still going out, but I don't think it'll be to Club 30," she said grinning.

They arrived at the bar about twenty minutes later. Tiffany picked a table where they could see most of the crowd. Rather than her usual coke, Tiffany ordered a whiskey sour.

"This is great. Watch the women closely. Look for the signals they're sending."

Mike watched the older crowd. The women were giving off signals, but they were more practiced and subtle than what he had seen from the college age women. The men were laughable at times. Mostly ignoring or missing the clues completely.

Some of the signals he had seen his mother do, but not out in a bar or in public. She had done them at home when it had been just the two of them.

"I have a question for you," he said.

"Fire away."

"Do the signals mean the same thing even in a private setting?"

"Any of the cues, can occur innocently during most any situation. Look for patterns. Do they happen repeatedly? Do they happen at certain times, or in certain situations?"

Mike was quietly thinking about his mother. She often repeated many of these subtle signs. Never before work. Often when they were eating together or sitting and watching TV or a movie. Almost always as they said goodnight and went to bed. 'Was his own mother sending him signals she was attracted and available?' he wondered.

Based on his question, Tiffany knew what he was thinking and smiled to herself.

They stayed just long enough for Tiffany to finish her drink then drove home. Mike sat in his room thinking. He pulled out the letter and studied it for several minutes before putting it back in his dresser.

He and Tiffany had pizza for dinner. At seven, she walked into the living room, ready for a night of partying. She wore heels, a tight short dress that showed a lot of boob, and plenty of makeup. She did look hot.

"I'll be out late. Don't wait up for me," she said, then winked at him.

Mike read that as a sign he could expect his nighttime visit.

"Understood," he said smiling.

"Did you text Claire?"

"Not yet, but I will later."

Her phone chirped.

"There's my ride. See you later," she said as she left.

Mike cleaned up the kitchen then went to his room and showered. After the shower he sat in the living room flipping through channels on the TV and remembered Claire. Grabbing his phone, he sent her a text.

'Hi, Claire. It's Mike. We met at Garcia's today. I was wondering when might be a good time to call?'

Her reply came a few minutes later.

'Hi, Mike. I was hoping to hear from you. I'm busy packing tonight for a vacation with my parents. We're going to Cabo for a week. I've put your number in my phone and will get back to you when I return.'

'Sounds good. Have a great time.'

Her reply was a simple smiley face.

Mike watched TV until about eleven and went to bed. Knowing he would fall asleep before Tiffany got back, he put on the mask and went to bed.

*****

Mike didn't even feel the bed move as she climbed up onto it. Her hands, moving up his thighs, searching for his cock in the darkness, woke him. He felt her take his soft cock into her mouth and suck. Her tongue was going wild around it.

As he grew, her movements became slower as she began her bob up and down his length. When he neared, she didn't stop. If anything, she was trying to make him cum. It only took a couple of minutes for her to succeed. He grunted with each release into her mouth.

She didn't stop even after he had finished. Her hand began fondling his balls. Mike didn't soften at all. He was nowhere near peaking again but still rock hard.

Then she stopped. He felt her moving upward and straddling him. He felt her hand grasp his cock and hold it straight up. He gasped as she felt her lower herself, sliding him inside. She moaned softly, then began a slow up and down on him.

He felt her hands resting on his biceps as he lay there being ridden. Her lips touched his and then her tongue slipped between his lips. Mike reciprocated as his tongue seemed to dance with hers. The rest of the world faded away as they joined.

Mike's hips began moving to match her rhythm and driving himself as deep into her as he could. Her breathing became deeper and faster. She suddenly grunted and her movement stopped. Mike continued driving into her. He felt her pussy gripping and releasing timed perfectly with her repeated grunts every few seconds. Mike exploded into her. He felt his semen as it shot up through his cock, filling her with everything he had. Mike kept pumping until he felt himself soften inside her. He felt her pussy contract and gently push him out. His juices poured from her onto him as he lay there.

Without a sound, she moved off, dripping more cum onto his leg. The bed shifted and she was gone. Mike lay there in his state of bliss, too spent to even move, and fell asleep.

*****

Mike showered after getting up. The smell of sex filled his room. He dressed then walked to the kitchen where his mother sat nursing a cup of coffee.

"Good morning," he said.

She smiled at him. "Good morning, yourself."

"Busy day yesterday, I take it," he said pouring a cup of coffee and joining her.

"It was a nut house. Apparently, the backup server was off line being serviced when the main one crashed. We didn't lose data, but we couldn't access it either. Everything had to be done on paper. The nurses with less than ten years' experience had never done paper charting. The doctors either, for that matter. Us old farts saved the day," she said smiling.

The doorbell rang.

"I'll get it," Mike said getting up.

He unlocked the door and opened it. Tiffany was standing there looking disheveled, with a capital D.

"Coffee. I need coffee," she said stepping inside.

"Where have you been this early?" Nicole asked chuckling.

"I spent the night at Beta Theta Pi. It was awesome," she said grinning.

Mike looked at his mother with wide eyes.

"Oh, shit," she said, then quickly went to her room.

Tiffany looked at Mike, "What was that all about?"

"Uh, you should probably ask her," he said sitting back at the table.

"I think I know," Tiffany said as she poured herself a cup of coffee. Mike watched her as she grabbed a single wine glass and the half bottle of red wine sitting on the counter. "Give us a while. Okay?" she asked.

Mike nodded as she left the room.

*****

He was on his third cup of coffee when Tiffany returned.

"Can we talk?" she asked, pouring herself a cup of coffee.

"Sure. How is she?"

"Terrified," Tiffany said as she took the seat facing him.

"Terrified of what?"

"That she's lost you."

"Tiff, that'll never happen. I love her. She's my mom."

"I know. Mike, about two years ago Nikki and I were talking. She had started having feelings for you that she felt were inappropriate. Except for physical intimacy, you and Nikki live more like a husband and wife than mother and son. You took on all the stereotypical masculine roles. All but the sex."

"Tiff, I just tried to be there for her and be supportive."

"I know. I'm not questioning that. Yesterday, I put you through Women 101. Where have you seen those cues before?"

"Here. Mom's been sending them for a long time."

"You've been sending them to her too. Maybe subconsciously, but you've been sending them. I've seen them. For as long as I've known her, Nikki has never been one to make the first move, and you never did."

"I didn't realize it," Mike said.

"I know. When I told her about my upcoming visit, she got an idea. A very creative one, I think. She would make her move but let you believe it was me."

"Yeah, I missed some clues, but looking back, I can see it wasn't you," he said.

"Like what?"

"The letter was the first one. It was double spaced between sentences. And there were several missing commas. Both errors that someone who edits books wouldn't make."

Tiffany smiled, "What else?"

"The night we watched Pretty Woman. Mom drank wine and you drank only water. I smelled alcohol when she was in my room. Last night, I smelled no alcohol, and you had been drinking. I didn't put two and two together until a few minutes ago."

"There's a three hour difference between time here and LA time. When you guys went to bed, it was still evening for me. I was awake and heard her go in and leave your room the first three nights. On Friday, I could hear you in there. That's why the classes yesterday."

"So, what do I need to do now?"

"Did what happen scar you for life?" she asked.

Mike chuckled. "No. That was my biggest fantasy."

"If you could, would you do it again?"

"Yeah, but with the lights on."

"She's sleeping now. Hopefully, she's all cried out. You two need to sit down together and talk about it. Just the two of you. I'm going to go clean up then take an Uber to the airport, so you'll be alone."

"I can drive you," Mike offered.

"No. You need to be here when Nikki wakes up."

"Tiffany, thanks."

"You have my number if you ever need to talk," she said, then walked to her room.

*****

Tiffany set her bags in the hallway then went into Nicole's room about two hours later. Mike grabbed her bags and set them next to the front door. She came to Mike about ten minutes later and sat next to him on the couch.

"She's awake and seems to be better. Go talk to her after I leave. She needs to know she hasn't scarred you for life."

"I will. Thanks again, for everything."

"This will all work itself out. Nikki will be open and honest with you. That's how she is. Show her the same courtesy."

They heard a car honk in the driveway. Mike carried her bags out and put them in the trunk. They shared a long hug before she got in. Mike stood there and watched as they pulled away then went back inside.

He walked to his mother's room and tapped softly on the door. There was no answer. He hesitated for a moment then cracked the door and looked inside.

His mother was lying on her side with her back to him. He walked over and sat on the side of the bed behind her. After a minute, he stroked her head, running his fingers through her hair.

"Do you hate me?" she asked without turning.

"No, mom. I love you. I'll always love you."

"I lied and took advantage of you."

"Lied? No. You never one said it was Tiffany. I came to that conclusion on my own. As far as taking advantage, you made an offer, and I accepted. Willingly, I might add. Mom, when we were together and I was wearing the mask, it was your face my mind saw, not Tiffany's. You're the woman of my dreams. You always have been."

"You're the man of mine," she said, patting the bed in front of her.

Mike walked to the other side of her bed and climbed on facing her. Their faces were several inches apart. Her eyes were still puffy from crying.

"Have I damaged our relationship?" she asked.

"No. Not at all."

"Where do we go from here, Mike?"

"We need to make some changes," he said seriously.

"What changes?"

"No masks, for one. At least a small light on. I really want to see you. Touching and talking should be allowed," he said smiling.

A soft smile appeared on her lips. "When should these changes go into effect?"

"Immediately," he replied.

"Are you really are okay with this?"

"I'm looking forward to it. I'm a beginner, though. You're going to have to teach me some things," he smiled.

"Like what?"

Mike moved his hand down and unbuttoned her jeans but struggled to get the zipper to cooperate. She reached down and pulled up the top of her pants, straightening the zipper.

"Try it now," his mother said.

The zipper came down easily and her son slid his hand into her panties. His fingers moved along her hard clit and into her moisture. She sighed deeply as he began stroking her.

"This is first on my list. Teach me how to use my mouth here."

"And when were you wanting to start this lesson?" his mother asked.

"Now would be fine with me," he said grinning.

"I want to shower first."

"I'd be happy to watch."

Nicole laughed. "What happened to my shy eighteen year old son?"

"I wasn't really shy. I just wasn't interested in meeting someone," he replied.

His mother put her hand over his to stop his movement.

"You're about to make me lose control."

Mike moved his mother's hand away and resumed stroking her clit. With their eyes locked on each other, she soon began to flush, and her pelvis began rocking to increase the stimulation. Her hand moved to his wrist, as if to keep him there.

"Mike... Mike... oh, uh, uhhhhhh," she moaned and pushed his fingers hard onto her clit. Her back arched as her orgasm took her. After about thirty seconds she held his arm still as her sensitivity increased. She began to relax but continued with spasms every several seconds for a full minute.

"You've got that part figured out," she said a moment later. "If you'll take your hand out of my pants I can go shower."

Mike laughed. "That's something I never expected to hear you say," her son said removing his hand.

His mother laughed then stood up next to the bed before grabbing the spread to steady herself.

"You made me weak in the knees," she said smiling.

"I hope to do that a lot."

A few seconds later, she walked to the bathroom. Her son got up and followed her. She surprised him when she pulled down her pants and sat on the commode. Nicole began peeing as soon as her butt touched the seat. She pulled off paper from the roll and dabbed herself, grimacing once.

"Still sensitive," she said then stood and flushed.

Nicole put her right foot on the bottom of her left pant leg then lifted her leg pulling off the pants. She switched feet and was soon bottomless. Her son stood there watching with his mouth open as she bent over and picked up the pants then tossed them in the hamper. Her shirt and bra were next and also went into the hamper. She saw her son's expression and grinned.

"You'd think you'd never seen a naked woman before."

"Not a real one. Wow! You're gorgeous."

"You should probably undress too. I suspect your pants are going to get uncomfortable."

"They already are," he said slipping off his shoes.

As his mother adjusted the water in the shower, she watched her son undress. His muscled physique brought a smile to her face. When he hesitated removing his underwear she stepped to him and knelt. Her right hand cupped his balls as her left slid gently over the material covering his erection.

"Don't get shy on me now," she said.

Her hands moved to the elastic on both sides then she slowly pulled them down. Mike's cock sprang free hitting her cheek.

"Is this what you wanted to see?" she asked, then took just the head of her son's cock into her mouth.

Although she had done it to him before, this was the first time he'd actually seen it other than in his imagination. The sight of his naked mother on her knees with his cock in his mouth was too much for him.

"Mom. Careful, I'm gonna cum," he warned.

His mother looked up at him as she took him deeper into her mouth. Her hand began to stroke him. Mike groaned. Nicole pulled off, aiming his cock at her open mouth as she gently stroked. The first stream landed on her tongue then she directed the rest onto her face. As he was finishing, she took the head back into her mouth and sucked out the last. Nicole stood facing him.

"You've marked your territory now," she said smiling, as she used her finger to gather her son's cum and put it on her tongue. Her son just stood staring with his mouth hanging open.

"No more jacking off. From now on I'll be taking care of you. Just let me know when."

"Mom, I cum two or three times a day."

"That's fine for the days I work, but you're going to have to up that a bit on my days off," she said smiling.

"I'll do my best," her son replied.

Nicole turned and stepped into the shower and let the water spray onto her face. Mike stood watching and looking over her body as she did. Her breasts weren't huge like Tiffany, but they were firm, and to Mike, the most beautiful in the world.

His mother, using only her hands, sensuously covered her body with soap. She was putting on a show for him. She rinsed and dried the same way. Every touch, every movement, was for her son's viewing pleasure. His cock had never gone down. When she had finished drying, she grasped his cock and led him back to the bed.

Once they reached the bed, Nicole gathered pillows and placed them by the headboard. She got on the bed in a reclining position and drew up her spread legs. His mother patted the bed between her legs.

"Come up here," she said. Mike got onto the bed with his face inches from his mother's pussy. "Everything down there is sensitive, just like it is for you. Use your lips and tongue to explore. Watch my face and body. They'll tell you how you're doing. Don't concentrate on my clit, but don't ignore it either. Picture what you're doing as a distance race. Pace yourself. The clit is the sprint to the finish. This first time I'm going to have you keep your hands out of things. I want you to concentrate on what your mouth and tongue are doing. We'll add hands next time. Any questions?"

"When can I start?"

His mother smiled. "Any time you're ready."

Mike was ready. Although he had never done it, he had done some homework. Primarily on porn sites, a lot of them. Men mostly did two things. They stuck their tongue in the vagina, or they behaved as if the clitoris was the center of the universe. Women, however, generally approached the act differently. More like what his mother had suggested.

Initially, he ignored his mother's pussy and instead spent some time kissing and nibbling her inner thighs and everything outside the labia. He interrupted this intermittently with long licks right up the middle. These licks elicited a gasp every time. After several minutes of this, Nicole put her hands on her son's head and guided him more to the middle.

Mike turned his attention to her labia. Alternating frequently from one side to the other. Her responses told him that the pink part, on the inside, was the most sensitive.

Mike thought about how his mother seemed to always have at least one hand busy when she had sucked him, so he reached up, around her thighs, and began fondling her breasts. The immediate rocking of her pelvis told him she liked it.

He moved to the pink and concentrated his efforts there. He noticed her breathing had sped up and that her pelvic rocking had increased. Mike could feel the change in her clit too. It was firm the first time he touched it, but now it seemed larger and much harder. He let his soft tongue slide up and down along it and felt his mother's grip on his head tighten slightly.

Her clit seemed to soften, but at the same time, she began rocking more quickly. Mike increased his assault on his mother's clit. Nicole gave out a deep moan, and her thighs closed on her son's head. Her pelvis lifted several inches off the bed as she stiffened, and her legs trembled. Seconds later, she opened her legs and held her son's face away from her pussy. Her pelvis continued to jerk every few seconds for about a minute.

His mother finally let go of her son's head but kept her palm on his forehead to keep him from reaching her.

"Are you sure you've never done that before?" she asked.

"First time. How did I do?" he asked.

Nicole's phone chirped with a text. She picked it up, looked at the screen then grinned before putting it back on the table.

"Crazy bitch. She said, fuck him once for me."

"Tiffany, I assume," Mike said.

"Who else would it be? You do realize no one can ever know about this, right."

"Yeah, mom. I know."

"How about you scoot up here and fuck me," his mother suggested.

Mike sat up then scooted forward between her legs. She took hold of his cock and guided him in.

"Nice and slow now," she said. Mike moved in and out, going from only the head inside her to the base and back. "That's it. There's no rush to finish. Pay attention to what you're feeling. The back wall of the vagina is smooth and soft. The front wall is more rigid. Different positions feel different for both of us."

"Do you have a preference?" her son asked.

"This one right now. I want to watch you when you cum in me."

"I think that's going to be pretty soon."

"That's fine. Cum whenever you're ready," his mother said. "Mike, were you disappointed that it wasn't Tiffany?"

"No," he said smiling. "I wanted it to be you."

She watched her son as he slowly pumped her pussy. In a few minutes, she could see him flush.

"Fill mom's pussy, Mike. Shoot lots of cum in me. I want it."

Mike groaned and drove his cock into her as far as he could go. His mother gripped him with her pussy as he pulled back and relaxed when he pushed inside, milking every bit of his seed as he emptied himself into her. It seemed to go on for a full minute before he finally stopped moving.

"I love you, mom."

"I know. I love you too," she said, smiling.