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My son Joe came to live with me last June. He had just graduated high-school when his father Frank died suddenly in a truck accident. Frank was my boyfriend in high school. I got pregnant and had Joe when I turned eighteen. At the time I was going to give him up for adoption. Frank and I did not plan on getting married and I wasn't raising a kid on my own. I was still a kid myself! At the last minute, Frank decided he would raise Joe and that's what he did. Frank moved to Georgia when Joe was two and I stayed in Cleveland, so I didn't see much of Joe in his childhood. I sent him gifts on his birthday and at Christmas and he came to stay with me a few times, but we never had a close mother-son relationship.

When his dad died, Joe called me. I couldn't make it to the funeral, but I sent him the money for a plane ticket. I was living in a two bedroom rented apartment. Not exactly a palace, but there was a room for Joe. I had been living alone for so long that at first I kept forgetting someone else was there. The Friday after Joe moved in, I brought a guy home. We were a little tipsy and we started making out on the sofa. One thing led to another and we were on the rug doing it doggy style when Joe came out of his bedroom. I saw him out of the corner of my eye. Before I could say anything, he disappeared back into his room.

There was nothing I could do, so we finished off and I got rid of the guy. I went in my room and put on a night-dress and a robe. Then I stood outside Joe's door, trying to think of something to say. I could hear noises inside, and I was wondering what he was doing. Then I recognized the sound: squeaking bedsprings. Joe was jerking off! The last thing I wanted to do was walk in on him. One embarrassing moment was enough for that night.

I lay in bed, still hearing noises from his room through the thin apartment wall as I drifted off to sleep. An hour later I woke up with a pain in my bladder. I had to pee really bad from all the Coors Light. I went to the bathroom and then came back to bed. I was just getting comfy when I heard noises from Joe's room again. I kept very still and listened in case it was something else, but sure enough, his bed was still creaking. I knew 18 year old males were super-horny and could keep going for hours, but I couldn't help smiling. Was it what he had seen that was turning him on or was he just a horny teenage boy?

Next day was Saturday and the sun was out, so after I made breakfast, I suggested we go tan by the pool. Joe was all for it, so I packed a cooler with cokes, chips and sandwiches. I decided not to mention the night before. There was nothing I could say without embarrassing us both.

By the pool, there were a few toddlers and young single mothers. The women were checking out Joe in his baggy shorts and his lean, muscular chest and probably thinking I liked them young. I decided to give them something to think about. I leaned down and whispered in Joe's ear.

"Can you rub oil on my shoulders Joe? It's hard for me to make sure they're covered. I don't want to get burned."

"Yes ma'am" he said and grabbed the oil. Joe had learned those sweet Southern manners and I loved the way he called me ma'am. He was a young gentleman.

He stood behind me and I slid my bikini straps down so he could get cover my shoulders. One of the single moms glanced over and I could see jealousy in her eyes. Poor girl was probably wishing she had a man to rub oil on her body.

Joe took his time. He had a good view down my bikini top and I wondered if he was enjoying it. When I slid the straps off, the cups dropped down a little, revealing the tan lines on my breasts. Joe kept sliding his oily fingers down my chest. His hands were moving steadily closer to the tops of my breasts. I looked up at his face and smiled.

"That's good honey, you've got me all covered now thanks."

Joe looked disappointed, but he tore himself away and sat down again beside me. From behind my sunglasses I checked out his shorts. I thought I could see a bulge, but the shorts were too baggy to be sure. Then Joe stood up.

"I think I left my sunglasses in the apartment," he said, "I'm going to go find them. This glare is killing my eyes."

"Ok hon," I said, "here's the keys, hurry back."

I glanced over at the young moms. They were busy with their toddlers and not paying attention to Joe and me. As Joe walked away I could see he was moving a little awkwardly. I lay back in the uncomfortable pool chair and wondered if Joe was going to do something else besides look for sunglasses. Was he that easily turned on?

I waited for about five minutes and then my curiosity got the better of me. Leaving our cooler, I grabbed my flip flops and speed-walked to our apartment. I climbed the stairs and quietly turned the handle. Joe had left the front door open, as I had hoped. I tiptoed into the kitchen, but he was not there. I stood dead still listening. Then I heard muffled groans from his bedroom.

"Oh fuck, FUCK!" Joe moaned. I froze. Joe had gone from zero to orgasm in three minutes flat! I figured he would soon be exiting his bedroom and I was about to slip back out the front door, when I heard a familiar sound. Joe was going for round two! I tiptoed up to his door and saw it was slightly ajar.

I wanted to take a look, so I pressed my back against the wall and edged along silently, until I could see in without being seen. Joe was lying on his back on the bed, with his shorts around his knees. A pile of tissues lay on the floor. As I watched, he speeded up the action and pretty soon he was groaning loudly. Big gobs of cum squirted on his tan chest. He came so hard that some shot past his face and hit the navy pillow case. Joe grabbed a handful of tissues and wiped himself, but his cock showed no sign of wilting.

I could see better now that his hands were off it. It was big and stiff as a poker. Just what a girl wants, I thought, smiling to myself. Joe finished cleaning himself, but instead of getting up, he began jerking off again. I can't deny that I was getting a little turned on. If looking down my bikini had done this to him, I couldn't help wondering what effect I could have if I took off my bikini and opened his door.

For a moment I was tempted. Who would know? Here we were, just the two of us, all alone in my little apartment. I was thirty six. He was eighteen. But sanity returned and I got a grip. As I slipped out the front door, I heard Joe's moans of satisfaction.

I sat by the pool until he returned, without his sunglasses.

"I couldn't find them," he said when I gave him a questioning look.

"You must have looked really hard," I smiled, "You've been gone quite a while."

"Yes ma'am," Joe shrugged and flushed a little, "I looked everywhere. I must have lost them."

That night we grilled burgers and dogs on the balcony. We had both got some sun and we were relaxed after swimming in the pool. Being half-naked in the sun and the water always makes me horny. I kept eyeing Joe's nicely muscled arms and the way he filled out his white tee shirt. I had changed into a short, cotton sun dress and I wasn't wearing a bra. My nipples were poking through the thin material and as I bent over to adjust the ankle straps on my sandals, I gave Joe a flash of cleavage.

The last twenty four hours had made me aware of Joe's sexual needs. Frank had never married and I knew Joe wasn't accustomed to being around women. Maybe just my female presence was turning him on. It didn't matter that I was his mother. He had never really known me in that way. He might know in his head that I was his mom, but to his young horny body I was just an attractive female that was close up and personal with him in our little apartment.

The fact that we were mother and son created a natural closeness, but we were also strangers in many ways. That combination was causing some sexual tension. Joe had masturbated five or six times in the last twenty four hours. I was pretty sure that seeing me having sex and then seeing and touching me in a bikini had excited him so much that he had to jerk off.

I could understand Joe's feelings, he was a horny teenager and he couldn't help his urges. But I was finding that being able to excite him like this was a big aphrodisiac for me. I couldn't help being aware of my body and its effect on Joe. His attention was flattering and I kept feeling tempted to tease him. Thoughts kept popping into my head, like how he'd react if he walked in on me nude or saw me taking a shower. I slept in the nude, with no sheets in the summer. What if he sneaked in my room at night?

I'm no Megan Fox, but at thirty six I like to think I'm still fairly attractive. I had one child, but in my teens, so my body is tight. I have no stretch marks, good boobs with nice big nipples, shapely legs and a cute ass, or so my boyfriends tell me. A lot of teenage boys check me out at the pool and I know some young guys think women my age are hot. Apparently Joe felt that way. The other thing was the size of the apartment. It was a small space and we couldn't help being kind of on top of each other. The more I felt his eyes on me, the hornier I got.

That night we decided to watch a movie. I tried to get into it, but it was a spy story and with Joe taking regular trips to the kitchen and the bathroom so he could look down my dress, I found it hard to focus on the movie. We had the AC high and soon I was getting goose bumps and feeling chilly. I went in my room to get a blanket and decided to change for bed. I put on a night dress and a pair of panties. I mostly have lingerie that guys have given me, so I tried to find something that wasn't too revealing. The one I chose covered me but it was a little see through. I checked myself in the mirror to see if it was too much. It was pretty sheer, but what the heck. I'd keep the blanket wrapped around me.

Joe looked up when I entered the room. I had the blanket over me, but he kept staring.

"I just put on my night things Joe," I said, "I'm tired from the sun and I can't follow this movie. You finish it. I'm going to lie on the couch and fall asleep."

I lay down and arranged the blanket.

"If you want to get comfortable you're welcome to lie beside me Joe," I said, "There's plenty of room."

Joe thought about it for a minute and then he said, "Ok, I think I will get comfortable."

"Snuggle in behind me," I said. "I'll keep my head down so you can see."

Joe climbed on the sofa and got behind me. I was wrapped in the blanket with my head on a cushion and my eyes closed. He snuggled closer. I shivered and spoke in a sleepy voice.

"If you get cold you're welcome to share my blanket."

I lay there, feeling Joe's warm body against me and letting him hear my steady breathing. After a while, he slid his hand under the blanket. He touched my arm and then his fingers explored my night dress. I figured he was trying to see what I was wearing and how it would feel under the blanket with me. After a few more touches, he pulled the blanket out from under me and burrowed in behind me.

Almost immediately, I felt his hard on press against me. I couldn't help myself. I was instantly excited. I love getting a guy really hard, and even though he was my son, Joe was a hot guy. I felt like a teenage girl waiting for her new boy friend to make his first move. Joe put his arm around me gently and I acted like I was asleep. The suspense was killing me.

I heard a zipper being undone. Joe slid his shorts down and then I felt something sticky. His naked cock was touching my thigh. I had butterflies in my stomach and my panties were damp. All of a sudden, Joe pumped cum all over the backs of my legs. He kept very quiet and I lay still, like I was fast asleep. Joe pulled off his tee shirt and wiped my legs.

After a few minutes, his hands began to wander again. This time he touched my breasts through the sheer nylon. My nipples stiffened at his touch and I couldn't help wishing he would suck them. He pushed his hard cock between my damp thighs and dry humped me. Then he moaned and squirted on my legs again. I lay still as he mopped up his juice with the damp tee shirt.

By this time, my clit was standing out and my panties were soaking. I couldn't help it. I was dying to be fucked. I smelled my scent mixed with the smell of Joe's cum. I would have let him fuck me if he had tried at that moment, but before I did anything, Joe's hands began exploring me again. This time he slid his hands under my night dress. I remembered how hot it was the first time a boy unfastened my bra and touched my bare breasts. Joe touched my nipples and squeezed my breasts. Then he worked my thin panties down until my ass was exposed. I wondered if he would finger me from behind. I wanted it so bad that I turned a little in my "sleep" and opened my thighs for him, but he just stroked my cheeks gently. Then he soaked my bare ass, sliding his cock between my cheeks as he came. My heart was pounding, but I kept pretending to be asleep.

Joe wiped up his sticky jizz. Then he got up off the sofa and turned off the TV. He knelt beside me and kissed my cheek.

When I was sure he was in bed, I went to my room. I took off my night dress and my panties. They were all sticky with Joe's residue. I lay on the bed, breathing his scent on my panties and touching my swollen clit. I couldn't help imagining my son doing all kinds of things to me and I came so hard that I had to bite my hand to stop from crying out. Then I fell into a deep sleep.

As Joe settled in, we got into a routine. I could not resist teasing him. In the cramped kitchen as we stood together preparing meals, I would let my breasts brush his arm or press against his ass as I squeezed past him. I lay awake in bed at night, listening to him beating off and imagining his reaction if I walked into his room in a sheer negligee. I touched my nipples while I listened to him, thinking of his hands on my breasts on the sofa and getting hotter and hotter as my mind ran wild.

I touched myself and fantasized about dozens of hot scenes: stripping while he watched me through the window, sliding between his sheets all hot and naked and awakening him. I imagined myself acting out that scene in Taboo when Kay Parker comes in her son's room and finds him laying asleep on the bed with a big hard on. She sucks him off while he sleeps and then he wakes up and they fuck. I pictured Joe coming in my room at night for something and finding me asleep, naked on the bed. I tried to stop myself from fantasizing about intercourse with Joe. I just wanted to give him something to jerk off to, or that's what I told myself.

After a week, I couldn't take it any more. I had to get relief or I knew I would seduce Joe that night. On Friday after work I gave him the keys of my car and money for a movie. Then I called Jim, an old boyfriend who I still saw every once in a while.

"Can you come by tonight?" I said, making it obvious what I wanted, "I'd like to see you."

Jim was knocking at my door an hour later. I wore black lingerie under a tight dress. I felt like a bitch in heat. I wanted Jim to be as excited as Joe when he fucked me. He had me on the bed in a few minutes and as soon as he entered me I came.

"Do it nice and rough," I said, "I want it that way tonight."

Jim rammed it in me so hard it hurt. I bit his chest until he held me down and fucked me like a madman. I came again and again, cursing and talking dirty. While he was fucking me I told him he could have brought along his buddies and I would have done them too.

This was a fantasy that Jim and I talked about. Jim had three room mates who thought I was hot and when we did it he kept whispering about how he wanted to watch them with me. Then he'd have me for himself when they were done.

"You know your fantasy Jim?" I whispered, "I'm so horny these days that I might go through with it."

"Wow!" Jim said. "Are you serious? Wait. What was that?"

There was a noise in the kitchen and then a door slammed.

"Oh shit," I said, "It's my son. He must have gotten home early. Sorry, but you better get going."

"That's ok," Jim said, "I have to get back anyway."

He dressed quickly and kissed me. "Let me know about what we talked about, ok?" he said.

"Ok," I said, "We'll see. But for now just be quiet when you leave."

When Jim was gone I put a robe on over the lingerie and went in the kitchen to make a cup of tea. I thought Joe must have gone to bed, but suddenly he was behind me. I turned and his face was red, like he had been crying.

"Hey," I said, "How was the movie?"

"It sucked," he said, "I left early and then I find you with some guy. Who the hell was that anyway?"

"He's a friend," I said.

"Oh yeah?" Joe said sarcastically, "but not the same friend you had over last Friday, right?"

"Listen Joe," I said, "I don't appreciate your tone. Who are you to judge me? What I do, and who I do it with is my business, ok?"

Joe grabbed me by my shoulders and pushed me across the room. He pinned me against the wall and held me there. He was panting and flushed. Then he pulled open my robe. There was a hickey on my neck and I was wearing a bra that pushed my tits up and out, thigh highs and sheer panties.

"Look at you," Joe growled, "You dressed like a slut for that guy. I heard you tonight! And Friday you were doing it with someone else. What is your problem?"

Instead of answering him, I reached out and stroked his bulging crotch. He had a raging hard on.

"What about this Joe?" I said, "Isn't this the real problem?"

I squeezed him gently and he relaxed his grip. He was panting with excitement and suddenly all his anger disappeared.

"That's better Joe," I said. "Now, let me help you with this."

I unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down over his hips. Then I eased down his boxers and pulled out his erect cock. Joe groaned and pressed himself against the wall as my fingers caressed him. A big drop of pre-cum ran down my fingers.

"You have a lot of pent up frustration Joe," I said, "That's natural in a guy of your age. Being around a woman makes it worse, I think. That's why you're so mad, isn't it, baby."

"Yes ma'am," he moaned.

I knelt on the floor in front of him and stuck my tits out. I was wearing a bra, and I almost took it off, but I controlled myself. My nipples were all puffy and hard, and most of my breasts were showing. To tell the truth, I was as excited as Joe. He looked down at me, his eyes all over my tits and thighs.

"I know you need relief Joe. Let it all out for me."

I jerked him off gently and he closed his eyes and began to groan.

"I heard you Momma, I heard you!"

"That's ok baby," I said. "I like sex too."

I let go his cock and let it stand there throbbing for a moment.

"Don't you like me to touch you?"

He opened his eyes and looked at me pleadingly.

"Yes ma'am!" he groaned.

I gripped his cock again and he groaned as I pumped it.

"I'm going to squirt momma!"

"Good," I said soothingly, "Let it all go son."

I caught most of it in my hand, but a few drops splashed my face and my hair.

"Mmm," I said, "That feels better doesn't it?"

"Yes Ma'am," he said, "but can you do it again? I need it more than once to get relief."

Joe's cock was still standing up totally stiff and dripping. I rubbed the cum in my cupped hand all over his head and smeared it down his shaft. Then I squeezed and pumped his sticky cock until he stood on his toes and the veins bulged on his forehead.

"Oh Momma" he groaned, "I'm coming again!"

He squirted another big load and I caught most of it in my cupped hand again, though some spilled on my breasts and thighs. He never lost his erection and I could tell he still wanted more. I understood. For me, the first orgasm is like a teaser. I have to come three or four times before I get satisfied. Like mother like son I guess.

jerked him off again, putting my lips close up to his head like I was going to kiss and suck it. That got him off and he soon filled my hand 'til it overflowed all over me. I felt his cock wilt a little, though it was still firm. I stood up and rinsed my hands at the sink. Then I kissed Joe on the cheek. He held me against him. My breasts were sticky with his cum and Jim's was soaking my panties. I felt like a total slut, but I knew I had given my son what he needed.

Joe went to bed and I took a shower. Then I went to bed and soon fell fast asleep.

The next morning I woke up with everything that happened that week running through my head. I knew after last night my relationship with Joe had changed, but not in a bad way. It could lead to good things for both of us. I hadn't been there for Joe when he was a kid, but now I had something to give him that he really needed. He was still a boy in a lot of ways, but he had needs. I could help him with that. In a way it brought us closer. I felt more intimate with Joe now that I had satisfied him. I wanted us to be closer.

Also, he didn't know much about girls. I could help him with that too, so he could find a nice girl of his own some day. But meanwhile, it was him and me in our own little place. I wanted us to get to know each other while we had the chance. With a girlfriend, that would all be over. Right now I could satisfy his needs and it was bringing us closer.

Of course, I wouldn't have sex with my own son. I might fantasize about it, but that's different than doing it. What we were doing wasn't sex. It was just harmless teasing and fun. Of course he gets very excited, like all teenage boys, and when he does, I can relieve his frustrations, but that's all. It's just another way of caring for him, satisfying his needs like a mother should.

I woke Joe up, and made pancakes, bacon and coffee while he took a shower. He seemed embarrassed and I told him not to worry about what happened.

"It's normal," I said, "you're a young guy and you get excited around women. It's natural. You have a young mom and sometimes my body excites you." I ran my hands over my breasts and down over my belly and hips.

"Am I right?"

"Yes ma'am," he said, a little hoarsely.

"That's what I thought," I smiled. "It's perfectly natural honey, so don't worry if you feel that way. If it gets too much and you need relief, I'll help you with that. And that's ok. It's quite normal."

"Really?" Joe asked, his eyes widening.

"Sure," I said, "It happens all the time."

"Wow!" Joe looked excited.

"Within reason," I said, "I'm not going to help you out like that night and day, but when you really need it, I can give you some relief. OK? Not let's go to the pool."

"Great," said Joe. His eyes were shining and I felt like I had said all the right things.

"Give me a hug," I said.

"Yes ma'am" he said and he hugged me really tight.

"God, you're so strong," I said. "You're turning into a real stud, Joe. Now let's get changed."

I went in my room and put on my bikini. Then I had an idea. I found the sun screen and called Joe into my room.

"Let's put this on before we go to the pool today, so we do it properly," I said. "Turn around and I'll rub it on your back. Then you can do me. OK?"

"Yes ma'am," Joe said.

I squirted sun-screen between his shoulder blades and rubbed it in, covering his back, the back of his neck and out to the tips of his broad shoulders.

"Now you do me," I said, handing him the tube of sun screen.

I turned and unhooked my bikini top. Then I slid the straps off my shoulders.

"Cover me nice and even," I said, "I don't want any lines."

I was holding the cups of the bikini over my breasts, but as he rubbed in the lotion, my hands kept slipping, exposing my breasts. I brushed my butt against his crotch and felt his hard on. His strong hands were getting me turned on.

"Thanks," I said and reached around to fasten my bikini top, but he caught my wrist and placed my hand on the bulge in his bathing suit. I let go the bikini top and now I was naked except for my panties. Joe turned me around and held me by my hips. He was looking at my breasts and the nipples hardened under his gaze.

"They are so beautiful ma'am," he breathed.

"Thank you, kind sir." I put my hands up and caressed my puffy nipples, exciting them further.

"Mmm," I said, "They're so sensitive."

"Can I touch them?" he asked.

He was such a gentleman. I couldn't say no.

"Can I kiss them?" he asked.

I knew we were going a bit farther than before, but I smiled and he put his lips on my nipples and began kissing and licking them. My breasts are a very erogenous zone. As he sucked me, I felt sharp tingles in my clit.

I slid his bathing suit down and pulled out his rigid cock.

"Let me help you with this," I said. I got on my knees as I have done many times with guys and it just seemed natural to take him in my mouth. I licked and sucked his dripping head and it didn't take him long. I worked my lips all over his head, swallowing drops of his salty cum. He was groaning with pleasure as he gripped my hair, and filled my mouth with the sweetest load I have ever tasted.

When he was finished, I let his cock slide out.

"Again?" I asked.

"Yes please ma'am," he said.

I jerked him off the second time and he shot most of it on my tits. I licked up the rest. Then I did it for him once more. He came on my face like in a porno flick.

"My god," I said, "You have so much jizz! Are we ever going to get to the pool?"

I knew things were moving in a new direction, and I told myself I needed to put the brakes on. The thing was that it excited me too much. He told me that afternoon that he wanted to apprentice as an electrician. I told him it suited him. "You're like a dynamo," I said looking in his eyes, "Dynamo Joe."

Things got even more exciting that summer, but I'll have to tell you about it another time.

Joe signed up at the Community College to take electrical classes. To pay his way he found a job unloading trucks at a warehouse. I didn't charge him rent at first, so he saved his pay and bought a motor-cycle. Once he had transportation, he started contributing to the rent. It was a relief to have someone to help with the bills.

Joe was a healthy kid, he didn't drink or smoke or do drugs. He ran early in the morning and he bought a collection of free weights and a pull-up bar that he installed in his door frame. After six weeks of him working out daily, I noticed a difference, especially in his arms and shoulders. I always hugged him when I left for work and when I came home. I liked to feel his strong arms around me. I have lived in apartment complexes for years as a single woman. It felt good to have a man in my home.

I found out what a good protector Joe was when one Friday night I wanted to go out for a beer. Joe agreed to escort me even though he doesn't drink. It was a warm night so we took his motorcycle and rode over to Kennedy's Pub. All the tables were taken, so Joe and I sat on stools, propping up the bar. Joe drank Ginger Ale while I had two Coors Lites. There were some guys at the pool table that kept eyeing me. I ignored them, but when Joe went to the bathroom one guy came up to the bar and stood a little too close while he ordered his drink.

"You need a refill?" he asked me, "Looks like boyfriend ain't old enough to buy a real drink."

"I'm good thanks," I said, without smiling.

He put his face closer and I could see the hairs in his nose and smell his whiskey breath. His eyes were trying to hold mine, but I turned my head.

"You're kind of up in my space," I said. "Could you step back?"

"I thought we might get a little closer," he said, looking down my shirt. He put his arm around me, winking at his pool-table buddies.

I was about to tell him to take a hike when Joe appeared. He walked right up and asked,

"Is this a friend of yours?

"No," I said, "I never met him before in my life."

"Ok sir," Joe said quietly, "We were having a private conversation, do you mind?"

"Do I mind? Hell no. What I mind is some junior mint getting in my business. You kiss my ass son."

Without another word, Joe unhooked the guy's arm from my neck, put the flat of his hand in the middle of his chest and shoved him hard across the room. The dude lost his balance and sprawled across the pool table, scattering balls. A beer smashed on the floor and then a biker-looking dude grabbed the guy off the table and dragged him across the room to the door.

"You're drunk, asshole," he said, "You spilled my drink. Get out of here before I give you a Friday Night Special Free Ass Whooping."

The guy looked back at Joe with angry bloodshot eyes and pointed his finger.

"I know who you are motherfucker!" he yelled as he was shoved out the door.

"Yeah, yeah," the biker said, turning to Joe and spreading his hands in a "what can you do?" gesture. "You done it now buddy," he said to Joe, gesturing with his thumb to the departing drunk. Then he laughed. "Fuck it man, what a dick."

I slid off the bar stool and put my arms around Joe's neck. Now the drama was over, I felt the adrenaline rush in my belly. My nipples were hard and my panties were damp. I can't help it, fights always have that effect on me. Maybe it's all the testosterone. Joe's dad once beat up a guy who knocked me over at a dance. He was a big guy, out of his mind on coke, running round the dance-floor. He knocked me flying and just kept going. Frank tackled him from behind, put him on the floor and kicked the crap out of him.

On the drive home, Frank had a busted lip and a bruise on his face and that put me over the edge. There's just something about a guy who has been in a fight, especially when he's fighting for you. Frank was so pumped that he ripped my dress right off me and we fucked for hours all over the house.

The scene at Kennedy's bar felt like déjà vu all over again. Here's Frank's son, protecting me just like his daddy did. I pressed my body against Joe and looked in his eyes. "You took care of business," I told him. "It feels good to have a real man by my side."

Joe smiled and tried to make out like it was nothing, but I could tell by the bulge in his pants that he was feeling what I was feeling.

"Let's get out of here," I whispered. "Take me home."

Joe had parked his bike in back and he told me to wait at the front door. I waited for a few minutes, all excited to get on the bike. Then I heard raised voices. Had the guy waited for Joe? I ran around back. Sure enough, he and another asshole had Joe backed up against a wall.

"You think I was going to leave it at that? Shit, son I eat fuckers like you and spit 'em out." The guy who fell on the pool table was talking big. His dimwit friend stood there with his hands on his hips trying to look tough.

"You leave him alone," I yelled at them, "leave us be you fucking losers!"

"Yeah bitch? I'll show you who's a fucking loser," he said and he kicked Joe in the balls.

The other guy hit Joe on the side of the face and right then, Joe seemed to come alive.

He grabbed blood-shot-eyes by the shoulders and head-butted him so hard that the guy sank to his knees with blood pouring from his nose. Joe pivoted and punched the sidekick in his fat gut. Joe looked relaxed, like he was taking out the trash. He hit the guy three times and threw him back against the wall.

"Get your friend and get out of here before you really get hurt," Joe said.

The two guys dragged themselves over to a green Dodge truck and peeled rubber out of the parking lot, cussing us out the whole time.

Joe looked at me, "Jeez," he said, "Do you always have that effect on guys?"

I laughed. "Get your bike wise-ass," I said, "We are out of here."

On the ride home I held Joe tight and then suddenly I was sobbing uncontrollably.

"What's wrong?" he yelled.

"I'm fine," I yelled in his ear, "The excitement got to me. Keep your eyes on the road."

Confused feelings washed over me like the wind. Joe made me feel young and free, like a teenage girl, wild and reckless and ready for anything. Joe was a hot guy. If I was eighteen and he was my boyfriend I'd be fucking him night and day. But I was thirty six and he wasn't my boyfriend, he was my son. What could I do? He lived with me and I couldn't kick him out, his dad had just died! I was so mixed up. To make matters worse, I couldn't stop fantasizing about what might happen that night when we got home.

Right away, I took Joe in the bathroom and examined his face. He had a yellowish bruise by his eye. I took cotton balls and disinfectant and cleaned the bruise. As he sat on the toilet to let me work on his face, he groaned and touched his crotch.

"What's wrong?" I said, "Is that where he kicked you? You have got to let me see, Joe."

"It's ok," he mumbled, "It's nothing."

"That guy kicked you in the groin Joe, you could really be injured. Take off your pants and let me look. We might have to go to Urgent Care."

Joe unzipped his jeans and painfully pushed them down. There was a big bruise on his inner thigh.

"Is that what's hurting or is there something else?" I asked him.

He touched his jockeys. "It hurts in here too," he said, "that guy nailed me."

"Asshole!" I yelled, balling my fists. I was furious with the guy, but I was more scared that Joe might be hurt. Why did I take him to a fucking bar?

"Let me see," I said, "Please Joe, no kidding, I need to be sure you're ok."

Joe stood up and eased his jockeys down his thighs. There was a big red mark at the base of his penis and the area around his scrotum looked bruised.

"Oh man," I said, "that must hurt like hell. Can I touch it? I promise I'll be gentle."

"Ok," Joe said, "just go easy."

"Don't worry," I said. "but let's go in my room, it's too cramped in here."

We crossed the hallway and I put all the lights on in my room.

"Ok stand still and let me look," I said. I got on my knees and gently lifted his penis. I turned it in my hand and examined it carefully. There was an abrasion on the delicate skin. Then I took Joe's delicate nut-sack in my hand and looked at it all over. There was some bruising on the under side and more red marks at the top of his thighs.

"Are your balls tender?" I asked him.

"Oh yeah," he said, with a smile, "You know that's right ma'am."

"I don't mean like that you jerk, I mean are they hurting you? Do we need to have you examined?'

"No mom, it's just a kick in the balls," he said, "No big deal. I'll be fine, but yeah I am pretty tender right now."

"Let me rub some cream on this," I said, "I have some really good cream."

I took a jar off my dresser and gently applied it to the abrasion on Joe's shaft. As I gently caressed Joe's shaft, he developed a giant hard-on.

"Down boy," I giggled, "you shouldn't be getting so excited, but I'm glad to see everything's working ok."

I couldn't help it. Being on my knees, touching his hard cock was making me hot and bothered. I wanted to suck him dry, but I didn't want to hurt him.

"What else can I do for you?" I asked.

"Mom, I really need to get my erection down. It's hurting but I know it won't go down on it's own. My adrenaline is pumping and I'm all charged up. Can you help me have an orgasm so I can sleep?"

Joe looked at me with his deep green eyes and my heart melted.

"Should I stroke it?" I said. I knew what the answer would be, but I wanted him to say it.

"It's kind of tender to stroke it," he said, "could you use your mouth?"

"Sure I can," I smiled. "It will be soothing on your skin. They say saliva heals wounds."

I gently took his cock in my mouth and ran my tongue all over his shaft to get plenty of healing saliva on him. Joe held me by my hair and moaned as I sucked him. Usually he came pretty fast, but not this time..

"I know this is uncomfortable, is there something else I can do to help you to cum faster?" I said.

"I don't know," he said, "Maybe if you undress?"

"I can do that," I said.

I was so excited that he wanted me to strip for him. I pulled off my tee shirt and undid my bra. Then I took off my shorts and stood there in just my boots and lacy panties.

"Ok?" I asked.

"Ooh yes," he said, stroking his big cock as he looked at my breasts. "But please take off your panties too."

I had gone too far to refuse him, so I slid them off.

"Can I look?" he asked.

"Ok," I said, "but I want to make you cum so you can rest"

He got down on his knees and put his face between my thighs. I was so aroused I could barely think. For a few minutes he knelt there. I felt his hot breath on my lips as he inhaled my scent. Then he kissed my swollen, dripping lips. It was the first time he had touched my pussy! I felt so dizzy. I almost passed out with pleasure. He kissed me again, gently and long, and I closed my eyes, running my fingers through his hair. I was in heaven.

"Your lips feel so good," I said, "if you do that any more I promise I will cum."

"That's what I want," he said, "I dream about feeling you cum."

"Please kiss me again," I said, "You have me so close it will only take a minute."

He kissed my lips and my swollen pussy opened up. Deep waves of electric pleasure radiated out from my clit and I came like I have never cum before. A big spurt of juice squirted on his precious lips and he licked and sipped my drenched pussy.

"Oh my God!" I said, "You are so bad. That was amazing Joe."

He stood up and pulled off his tee shirt. Then he held me against him. It felt so good to be naked in his arms. His big throbbing cock was pressed against my belly. I so wanted to feel it inside me, but I couldn't cross that line. I remembered I was supposed to be giving him relief so he could get to sleep.

"Ok," I said, "Sit on the bed and let me help you."

He picked up my soaking panties off the floor.

"Can I use these?" he asked.

"Sure," I said, "If they help you."

Joe held my lacey beige panties to his face and sniffed the wet crotch. I had been dripping since the bar fight and the scent of hot pussy gets a man off better than anything. Frank would rub my pussy-juice on my nipples and sniff my tits to cum extra hard. Seeing Joe breathe my scent off my panties made my clit tingle. I wished he would pick me up, throw me on the bed, spread my legs and mount me, just take it. It was his, but I wouldn't be the one to offer it to him. He had to take it for himself and I could even struggle a bit.

Instead, I licked his shaft and sucked his head while he breathed my perfume. His cock tasted nice and he was dripping salty drops on my tongue, so I knew he was getting close. Then he groaned and I tasted a big jet of cum, then another and another. My mouth filled up and I choked so I let him slide out and held him in my hand. He kept jetting in my face, nearly blinding me so I aimed his cock down and he shot long squirts of thick white cum on my breasts. He came more than I had ever seen a guy cum. His eyes were closed and he had his face turned up to the ceiling like he was in ecstasy. I felt so good that I could give him these feelings.

When Joe stopped, he lay back on my bed and passed out. He must have been so jacked up and then it all came down on him. He was exhausted. His cute face was so fresh and innocent. I kissed the bruise by his eye and gently removed his jeans and jockeys. He was naked and such a beautiful guy. I looked at him for a long moment. Then I pulled the sheet up over him. My Joe! I loved him so much.

I went in the bathroom and showere, without wetting my hair. Then I brushed my teeth and got ready for bed. I wondered if I should sleep in Joe's room and give him some peace. But I thought, what if something's wrong and he wakes up in the middle of the night and needs me? I should be there.

I shaved my legs and my mound and dried myself off. I was so tired I wasn't thinking straight. I just got in bed with nothing on. I knew I should put on a night dress, but I was too tired. I closed my eyes but I kept feeling Joe's warmth. His body was hot. I ran my cold hands over his back and held his forehead to see if he was running a fever. It didn't feel like it, but he was hot. I pressed my cool body against him and kissed his neck. I wondered if his groin was ok and gently slid my hand down to see if I could feel anything.

Soon I had his big thing in my hand. He had only cum once, so he would probably be hard all night. I wondered what he was dreaming about. Gently I squeezed his thick shaft. Then I smelled my hand. It smelled of cum and manhood and raw sex. God he had messed those guys up! I loved the way he beat them down like it was nothing. Thinking about it made me horny again.

I let go Joe's cock and lay on my back, touching myself, trying not to disturb Joe. Or would he like to watch me masturbating? No! He needed to sleep. I should cum quick so I could stop fantasizing and go to sleep. But I was so horny!

I carefully pulled Joe over and he turned in his sleep. Now he was facing me. I slid closer and touched his big cock. The head was all sticky as I rubbed my clit with it. Then I glued my outer lips to the sticky shaft and slid up and down on it. I felt like a teenage girl playing with my sleeping boyfriend's cock, making myself so horny that I would have to slide it between my lips and ride him until he came. But I promised myself I wouldn't make the first move!

I couldn't help it! I slid his head between my lips and sighed in ecstasy as it filled my opening. I closed my eyes and let the sensations rush through me. I wished I could stay like this forever, with his stiff head in my entrance. I eased him out. His head was all slippery with my juice and I rubbed it on my swollen clit. I came with a painful intensity. Then I slid his head back in my entrance and squeezed while I rubbed my stiff clit to another huge orgasm. I soaked Joe's cock and then I felt him moving in me.

He put his hands on my hips and mounted me as I had dreamed for weeks that he would. He spread my thighs and thrust deep inside me.

"No you mustn't!" I said as I opened all the way to his invading cock.

"I need it," he moaned.

He possessed me like a man should, using me for his pleasure. I pushed my tits in his face and he sucked my nipples. He pulled my ass cheeks open and slid his finger deep in my ass as he fucked me. I wanted him to use all my holes. He was so masterful that I had multiple spontaneous orgasms and squirted juice all over the bed. Then I felt his spasms. He was shooting his thick cum in me, marking me with his scent, filling my womb with his juice. I sank my nails in his back and he bit and sucked my neck, giving me hickeys. I groaned in pleasure. I wanted his marks on my body so bitches could see I had a man who owned my pussy. For a moment he lay still and then he was riding me again, fucking my wanton cunt, fingering my ass, making me his slut, his whore, his mother fucking slave at last.

Joe was a younger, hotter version of his dad. Frank was the love of my life, but I was too young to know. I got drunk at a party and cheated on him with one of his friends. I'm not proud of it, but we all make mistakes. After that we split up and he took Joe. I had plenty of guys after him, but none like Frank. Now I'm too old to change for a guy. That's why Joe was perfect for me.

Joe was fresh and free of baggage. He wasn't jaded or divorced with kids on the weekend. He wasn't a woman-hater or secretly pining for someone that broke his heart. He was so excited by my body that he masturbated every night just thinking about it. He wanted me, he had taken me and now I was his.

The only problem was that he didn't seem to realize that. In fact, after the night at the bar, Joe acted as if nothing had happened. He went back to sleeping in his room. I even heard him beating off at night, like he didn't know he could come in my room and have what he wanted. It was like he had fucked me in his sleep and forgotten it ever happened.

But I wasn't going to remind him. I never once mentioned it. I didn't want to be the needy mother who seduces her son out of desperation. It had to be his choice. Of course, I could encourage him.

What makes a guy pick one female and stick with her? I believe the answer lies between her thighs. Love for a guy is when he gets hooked on one girl's pussy. He likes her scent, her taste, the way she fits him, the way it feels when he comes in her, better than all the rest.

So when Joe and I were together, I kept the focus down there. I wore short dresses and mini skirts with thin panties that showed my camel toe. Every night I flashed him and I could see by his jeans he was enjoying the show.

One night, I sat on the sofa, reading a magazine and crossing and uncrossing my legs, like I couldn't get comfortable. I had on a sexy pair of white panties that I bought from a lingerie catalog. They had a sheer gusset, so Joe could see my lips through the material. Joe was pretending to watch television, but he kept sneaking looks up my skirt. He had a bulge in his shorts. I stretched my legs open one last time to give him an extra long flash.

"I'm all hot and sticky," I said, looking in his green eyes, so he could think about what that meant. "I think I'll take a shower."

I went in the bathroom and stripped down to my sheer little panties. Then I caressed my clit. I was horny from flashing Joe and it didn't take me long to have a throbbing orgasm. I dipped the delicate material between my lips and let my juices soak in. Then I took off my panties and showered. When I was done, I called "Goodnight" to Joe and went to my room, leaving my panties on the tile floor.

I heard Joe go in the bathroom. He stayed in there a while. Then he came out and turned off the TV. I heard him go in his room and soon the bed-springs started creaking. His groans of pleasure came through the wall as I drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up and immediately went to the bathroom. My panties were gone. Joe had already left for work, so I entered his room. I instantly got horny being naked in his room. My clit was swollen and I walked around the room rubbing my cunt on his things, getting more and more excited.

Finally, I slid between his warm sheets. I could smell his young body and the scent of fresh cum. I felt around until I found my panties under his pillow. They were wet and sticky. I saw he had ejaculated in the gusset. He had held his squirting cock right against the place where the nylon touched my cunt. That made my clit tingle nicely.

I slipped his pillow between my thighs, closed my eyes and remembered how Joe had mounted me and how good it felt the first time he came in me. I pretended the pillow was Joe riding me like a stallion. I came twice on his pillow case, rubbed my juices all over it and put it back.

This became my morning routine. When Joe left for work, I climbed into his bed and rubbed myself on his pillow. Sometimes his sheets were still damp from an early orgasm and I'd wrap them around me as I touched myself. I wanted Joe to go to sleep each night breathing my perfume.

One night Joe came home with a gift box tied with a pink bow. He didn't notice me as he slipped the box into his room. When we ate that night, I made sure there were candles on the table. I sensed he was going to give me something romantic. We ate our chicken and rice and then he said, "I've got something for you mom, close your eyes."

When he told me to open my eyes, I gasped at the gold-wrapped box on the table.

"Joe!" I said, "That's so sweet of you! What is it?"

He gave me a big smile, "Open it."

I undid the ribbon and slipped off the gold paper. Inside the cardboard box was a pile of dark lacy lingerie.

"OMG!" I laughed, "This is amazing!"

I kissed him on the cheek. Then I turned back to the pile of lingerie.

"Wow!" I said, "There's so much. You must have spent a fortune. I'm not complaining, believe me. It's so nice to have a guy buy me pretty things."

I sifted through the pile and unfolded a long sheer black negligee with a pair of gossamer thin panties. There were two body stockings, one in black mesh and the other in sheer black nylon. There was a corset and a white baby doll and an assortment of sexy panties.

"Why don't you try them on?" Joe said. He looked excited and happy.

"Ok," I said, "What would you like to see first?" He pointed to the sheer negligee.

"Good choice," I said, "wait here. First I'm going to take a bath."

I had a quick bath and shaved. Then I put on the long sheer black negligee with a pair of open-toed black pumps. The negligee was dark and completely sheer. I put on the tiny panties and checked myself in the mirror. My white breasts, pale round ass cheeks and shaved mound were visible through the dark nylon.

I stepped out of the bathroom and walked past Joe, wiggling my ass.

"This is a beautiful negligee Joe," I said, "I love it."

Joe stared at me. The bulge in his pants had grown.

"You look beautiful mom," he said.

"Thanks," I giggled. I held out a silky black cord. "This tie goes around it. I don't know if it needs it, but I want to try it. Oh!"

I dropped the cord on the floor. "Could you get that for me honey? I don't want to bend right now. I'm showing enough as it is."

Joe slid off the sofa and knelt to pick up the cord. As he held it up, his face was level with the tops of my thighs.

"Could you tie it around me?" I asked him.

He leaned in and I felt his warm breath on my thighs as he wrapped the cord around my waist. I ran my fingers through his hair.

"You have such nice thick hair Joe," I said. He put his face closer and I knew he could see everything.

He kissed me through the nylon.

"Joe," I said, "what are you doing?"

"Kissing you mom," he said.

He pressed his warm lips against me through the gauzy material. My candy was open and lubricating, but I restrained myself. I kept caressing his hair as he kissed and sniffed me.

"Mmmm," he whispered, between kisses. "You smell so good ma'am."

He pulled off his tee shirt and I felt his bare chest on my thighs. He was kissing me harder and inhaling my scent.

"That feels nice Joe," I said, "but stand up and kiss me properly."

I pulled him to his feet. He took me in his arms and kissed me on the mouth. His big thing pressed against me as he ran his hands all over my body through the thin nylon.

"Oh God," he whispered, "I can't help it, ma'am!"

He unzipped his jeans and pulled his hard cock out. He put his hands on my ass and almost lifted me off the floor as he humped against me.

"Oh Joe," I said, "What are you doing?"

I was panting with excitement as he lifted the front of the negligee. He slid his cock under the panties and rubbed it on my bare pussy.

"Oh honey," I said, "You need it bad don't you? I want to satisfy you but be careful not to put it in mommy."

I rubbed my clit against his shaft as he humped against me faster. He pulled my ass cheeks wide open and fingered my hole. Then he groaned and soaked me with cum.

"Ooh baby," I said, holding the negligee up off my belly. "That feels better, doesn't it?"

"Yes ma'am" he moaned.

"Good, I'm glad you feel better, a guy your age needs to release his juice. It sounds wrong for a mom to ask her son, but please take off my panties Joe. I don't want them to get all messy. Pull them down and then bring me some tissues."

Joe pulled the panties down my thighs. They fell to my ankles and I stepped out of them. He went to the bathroom and came back with a wad of tissues. I held the negligee up while he wiped his cum off my belly and my bare slit. When I was dry, I let the negligee fall back. Joe's cock was still standing to attention.

"You seemed to like that." I said. "Do you want to see me in something else?"

"Oh yes ma'am!" he said. "The fishnet body stocking would be nice."

I went in my room and took off the negligee and heels. Then I wriggled into the black mesh body stocking. The legs stopped at my ankles. I put another pair of heels on and straightened the stocking in the mirror. My ass looked good, crisscrossed by the black mesh. My nipples stuck out and my shaved pussy was completely exposed. I slapped my lips a few times and checked myself in the mirror. My flushed lips stood out temptingly against the pale skin of my thighs.

I fingered myself and rubbed juice on my nipples. The scent of my sex and the smell of Joe's cum mingled on my body. The body stocking hugged my curves and exposed my candy. If Joe didn't fuck me in this outfit something was badly wrong.

I stepped into the living room. Joe was sitting on the sofa with his cock sticking out the top of his boxers.

"Do you like this outfit Joe?" I asked shyly. "It's kind of revealing and not really appropriate for a mother to show her son, but you gave me such a nice present. I want you to enjoy it."

Joe's eyes widened. He was looking straight at my bare candy. "You look so good ma'am," he said, "Can I touch?"

"Well," I said, "Just a little."

He came over to me. He was wearing only his boxers and the head of his cock was poking through the elastic waist band. Joe put his hands gently on my hips and drew me close. I felt his cock against my bare lips. Joe kissed my neck and started sucking my skin. I moaned with pleasure as he gave me a hickey. He kissed around my neck and down to my nipples, which were sticking out through the fishnet.

"You smell so good mom," he whispered as he sniffed my scented breasts. Then I felt a shock of pleasure as he fingered my wet slit. I put my head on his chest and moaned, "Oh Joe!" He kissed and fingered me until I came on his hand.

"Oh yes baby," I said, "Mommy needed that!"

"Ma'am I need it too," he said.

He lifted me off the floor and his cock pushed between my lips, seeking my entrance. He hoisted my ass up on the kitchen counter and rammed into me like a young bull.

"Oh Joe," I whispered, "Is this really what you want?"

"Yes ma'am," he groaned, "I have to have it."

"I can't refuse you Joe," I said, "Is Mommy nice and tight for you?"

Joe was pounding between my thighs as he sucked and sniffed my tits.

"Your dad liked to smell my scent," I whispered in his ear. "Like father like son."

Joe grunted in pleasure. He seemed to like hearing about Frank fucking me.

"Frank was the love of my life," I whispered in his ear, "until you came along."

"Do I measure up to him?" Joe grunted between thrusts.

"You do it like him," I said, "but you're bigger down there. He didn't fill me like you."

"Ma'am, I'm going to cum," Joe moaned.

"Cum in me Joe," I whispered "Make me yours."

He released in me and his juice dripped out, soaking the fishnet on my thighs. He stayed hard inside me until he recovered and then he rode me again. The counter top was uncomfortable, so I whispered, "Take Mommy into bed baby."

He put his hands under my thighs and carried me gently into my bedroom with his cock still penetrating me. He set me on the bed with my head on the pillow. Then I saw his cum-smeared shaft thrusting as he yelled and released in me again.

When he was still, I pulled the sheet over us and Joe fell asleep at my side. I was still wide awake and a little frustrated. I had cum when Joe fingered me, but not since then, and I really needed another orgasm. To make matters worse, Joe's huge hard-on was pressing against my thigh. It seemed like his cock never got soft!

I turned to face him. I was still wearing the fishnet body stocking and I was soaked in Joe's cum. I felt like a complete slut as I touched his cock. What was wrong with me? Was I a nymphomaniac? All I knew was I was super horny and Joe's hot young body, his erection and the smell of sex was turning me on like crazy.

I lubricated myself with his cum and then I rubbed my clit on his shaft. But I wanted to feel him in me again. I slipped his head between my sticky lips and let it slide in my entrance.

I masturbated, as I gently fucked him. It felt so good to have his sleeping cock in me. I got wetter and my pussy tingled with pleasure. I wanted to cum with him inside me but at the same time, I wanted to feel him squirt in me again. I had never had a guy who was so ready for it all the time and so full of cum. I was getting addicted to my son's cock!

I kept masturbating and then Joe woke up and found a slutty woman pleasuring herself on his hard cock. He began to move in me and soon he was holding me down, sucking my tits, giving me hickeys and fucking me furiously. He came in me for the third time and fell back asleep with his erect cock still in me. I lay there for another hour, masturbating. I had three powerful orgasms on Joe's cock. As I drifted off, he woke up and fucked me again.

The next morning I woke up early. I was still wearing sticky fishnet and Joe's cum was all over me, but Joe was nowhere to be seen. I wondered if he had already gone to work, but it was only 6.00 am. I went to the bathroom to pee and peeled off the body-stocking. Then I wrapped a bath towel around me and went in Joe's room. He was fast asleep in his bed.

That night, I decided to surprise Joe. When he came home, I was on the sofa drinking a glass of red wine the white baby doll night dress he had given me with a pair of red pumps. Joe's eyes nearly popped when he saw me.

"Wow mom!" he said, "You look fantastic!"

"Well you gave me this Joe, so I wanted to wear it for you."

He looked puzzled. "I gave you that? When?"

I asked a few casual questions about the night before. I didn't drop any hints about what had happened, but I soon understood that Joe was suffering from a strange amnesia. It was the same after our first encounter, the night of the bar fight. I saw the pattern. Joe worked himself up into a state of desire until he took what he wanted, but after we had sex his mind blanked it out. He forgot it happened and then he went through the same cycle again. I wondered if he felt guilty about having sex with me. Or was it something to do with Frank's death? I had to get to the bottom of this mystery.was puzzled by Joe's memory loss, but it always seemed to happen in his sleep. I decided maybe the way to break his amnesia was for us to have sex in the daytime. We had to do it when there was no time for him to fall asleep and forget. I thought about it in bed on Friday night and decided the best time to start would be Saturday morning. That way, he'd be wide awake and have a whole day when he wouldn't fall asleep and forget.

I set my alarm and woke up early on Saturday. I took a shower, did my hair and makeup, and put on the sheer negligee that Joe had bought me. I went in the kitchen and made him coffee, scrambled eggs and toast and a glass of orange juice and put them on a tray. Then I knocked on his door and entered.

Joe was still asleep, with a single sheet pulled over him. I gently shook his shoulder.

"Joe!" I said, "Wake up! I brought you breakfast in bed."

Joe turned over and rubbed his eyes.

"Hi mom," he said, "Is that for me?"

"Yes," I said, "I made you eggs and coffee. Where should I put it?"

Joe sat up and the sheet slid down his bare chest. He looked at me and took in the sheer negligee. As he stared, still groggy, at my legs and breasts, I noticed something stirring under the sheet. An outline of Joe's erection appeared through the cotton.

"Where would you like it?" I asked him.

Joe slid his hand over the sheet to conceal his bulge, but that just made it more obvious.

"I could put it on your lap," I said, "but it looks like that might be uncomfortable. Should I put it here on the bedside table?"

"Yeah, thanks," Joe said. He glanced down at the sheet, "I just woke up like this, sorry."

"Oh don't apologize," I said, "It's natural. You're a young man. I'm sure it happens a lot."

"Yeah," he agreed, "It does, and I have to say..." he trailed off and looked away.

"What Joe?"

"Well... it especially happens around you." He looked at me and grinned wickedly. Then he dropped his eyes.

"Really Joe?" I sat down on the edge of the bed. My bare thigh brushed his arm as I crossed my legs. My nipples were sticking through the negligee and I was lubricating freely.

"Does it bother you? That you get excited around me?"

"Well... I don't know," he said, "It's embarrassing. Like, you're my mom. I'm not supposed to be that way around you."

I caressed his hair gently. "I know it feels weird Joe, but it's bound to happen if you're a normal male. I may be your mom, but you've never known me that way. I'm more a woman than a mom to you and you see me coming out of the shower and in my bikini and your body reacts. Do you want to know something?"

"What?" Joe said.

I pulled his chin up and looked in his eyes. "I feel that way too sometimes."

Joe's eyes widened. "Really?" he said.

"Yes," I said, "I'm a young woman and even though you're my son, you're a hot guy. I can't help noticing the bulge in your pants. No girl could. I get turned on too. So tell me, now that we're being honest, do you think about me when you're in bed at night?"

Joe looked away. The bulge under the sheet had grown. I licked my lips without thinking, and wondered if Joe noticed.

"Yeah, I think about you sometimes," he said, his voice a little husky.

"What do you think about?"

"Stuff..."

"And what do you do when you think about stuff?"

His cock was now a rigid pole, sticking through the sheet. A damp spot appeared at the head, making the cotton almost transparent.

"You know..." he said softly.

"Well Joe," I said, "you're young and you need to relieve yourself, that's ok. If it helps you to think about me, I don't see why there's anything wrong with that."

I touched his concealing hand and my fingers brushed the wet tip of his penis through the damp sheet.

"Do you need relief right now Joe?"

Joe's eyes widened. "Uh... yes ma'am, I guess I do."

"I guess I shouldn't have worn this negligee," I said, "Sorry, I wasn't thinking."

I sat there in silence for a moment. I could almost hear Joe's thoughts. "Is she going to jerk me off? Suck me? Fuck me?"

Then I smiled and said, "Would you like me to step out of the room while you take care of that?"

I acted like I was leaving, but Joe caught my arm and looked at me so desperately that I sat back down.

"You can wait a few minutes, I'm sure," I said, "I think this talk we're having is important. But you haven't asked me what I think about when I'm in bed at night."

Joe's hard on was now making a full tent pole in the sheet.

"What do you think about?" he said. His eyes were moving from my face to my breasts.

"You know," I said. "Stuff.

I ran my hands over my breasts and caressed my nipples until they were sticking out.

"You know the kind of stuff," I said, "But now I want to see what you do when you think about stuff."

I gently turned the sheet down, exposing his throbbing hard-on.

"Oh my," I said, "How do you tame a monster like that? Show me please."

I took Joe's hand in mine and wrapped his fingers around his cock. Then I held his hand as he began stroking it. I stuck my breasts out through the sheer black negligee.

"Do you think about these at night?" I asked.

Joe stared at my tits hungrily through the sheer nylon.

"Yes ma'am," he said, stroking faster.

"What do you do to them in your thoughts?" I asked. "Suck them? Cum on them?"

Joe groaned and I pushed my breasts out. He knelt beside me and held his cock against them as he jerked off. Then he shot big jets of cum and soaked my negligee. His cum soaked the nylon and made my breasts all wet and sticky. When he was done, his cock was still rigid.

"Goodness Joe!" I said, "I had no idea how much you needed a release! But now I need to take this off, I am soaked."

I slid the negligee over my head. All I had on now were the sheer panties.

"Now I'm cold," I said, "Can I get in bed with you and get warm?"

Joe pulled back the sheet and I climbed in with my back to him.

"Hold me and warm me up," I whispered.

Joe wrapped his arms around me. I could feel his big hard-on against me.

"Mmm," I purred, "You're so warm. I could fall asleep right here. Do you mind?"

"No," Joe said, "that's fine."

"Good." I said, "I'm going to nap for five minutes. Keep me warm. Ok?"

I closed my eyes and Joe held me. I let my breathing slow and soon it became more rhythmic. I was almost sinking into a deep sleep when Joe began touching me. His hands caressed my bare, sticky breasts. I smelled of cum and my nipples were puffy from watching him jerk off. I was so horny I could smell my sex and I hoped Joe could too.

I felt his cock get harder as he smelled my warm scent and touched me. He rubbed against me. Then he put his hand inside my panties. I got more excited and soon he slid his cock under the gusset of my panties. His shaft touched my lips, teasing me. I was a hot, sticky mess, waiting to be fucked.

Joe slid the tip of his cock inside me. He held still for a long sweet moment then he drove it all the way in. His head rubbed my G spot deliciously as he fucked me and I soon came, bathing Joe in my thick juice. It was all I could do to keep still and pretend to be asleep as I came and came on him.

Joe's thrusts got faster and harder until he shot his load in me. I lay there contentedly feeling Joe's cum dripping down my thighs.

After a long time, he pulled out and rearranged my panties. Then he lay still holding me. As the afterglow wore off, I acted like I was coming out of a deep sleep.

"Mmm, I slept so good Joe," I said, "I feel much better. Thanks for letting me rest. You are so warm and cozy to lie beside. But now I need a shower! Your breakfast's cold. Why don't you make more coffee and we can eat together when I'm dressed."

I wasn't taking any chances with Joe falling asleep. I pulled him out of bed before I took my shower.

We ate a hearty breakfast and then I suggested a trip to the mountains. I knew some secluded woods with waterfalls and rock pools where we could bathe. I didn't mention swimming as I didn't want to take swimsuits. Somehow I thought it would be more fun without them.

We dressed for hiking and set off on Joe's bike. We reached the woods after a two hour ride, parked the motorcycle and started hiking. We had backpacks with drinks and snacks and sunscreen in them. I wore a tee shirt, cut-off shorts, hiking boots and no underwear.

We hiked for an hour or so up to the first waterfall. We were both hot and sweaty when we got to the top. We climbed down to the wide rocky pool beneath and sat there in the sun, drinking water and eating trail mix and apples.

"That water sure looks nice," I said, "Pity we didn't think to bring our bathing suits."

"Yeah," Joe said, "It's nice and clear, but it's cold."

"I'd suggest skinny dipping if it wasn't weird to get naked in front of each other. There's no-one around and we haven't seen anyone on the trails. What do you think?"

"I don't mind," Joe said, "Sure! I'm game for skinny dipping."

"Cool!" I said with a grin, "Let's do it."

We undressed and looked at each other, a little shy at first. Joe's firm young body looked beautiful in the outdoors. I hoped he liked my tan lines. It felt good to be naked in the woods. A wild freedom rushed over me. I slid into the cold water and soon I was in over my head. Joe jumped off a rock.

The water was shockingly cold and after a few refreshing minutes, I climbed out onto a big flat rock and lay on my back in the sun. Joe stayed in about five more minutes, then he got out too. He collected our things and joined me on the rock. We lay still, drying off.

"The sun is so nice," I said, "But if we lie here too long without sunscreen we'll get burned, I'm going to put some on."

I rooted in my backpack and found the sunscreen. Then I stood up and applied it to my shoulders.

"Our tender parts are really vulnerable," I said, rubbing sunscreen on my nipples. Then I applied it to my white mound and rubbed it in to my shaved lips and clit. Now my body was all shiny and oily and my pussy lips were swelling open. I handed the tube to Joe.

"Want some?"

"Yeah," he said, taking it from me. He applied it to his shoulders, arms and chest and belly. The he looked down at his cock.

"You really want to put some down there," I said, "You don't want to get burned. That would be very uncomfortable!"

Joe squirted sunscreen on his hand and rubbed it around his neatly shaved cock. Then he applied it to the shaft. As he rubbed it in, his cock got hard and stood straight out, shining with the oil.

"I figured that was going to happen," he said, "I can't help it. You being naked doesn't make it any easier."

I smiled. "Don't worry about it," I said, "No-one's here but us and I don't mind. In fact, it's making me kind of... you know."

I lay on my back and spread my legs. "Why don't you lie beside me Joe?"

Joe lay close beside me. I put on my shades and let the hot sun sink in to my skin. The feeling of being naked in this sunny, beautiful place and Joe's nearness combined to make my clit swell. I was dying to touch it. I whispered to Joe,

"Being naked in nature makes me hot and bothered. I really want to relieve myself. Do you mind?"

"No," Joe whispered, "I will too."

"Good," I whispered, "You want some sunscreen?"

Joe took the tube and spread thick cream on his erect cock.

"Squeeze some on me too," I whispered.

Joe held the nozzle over my clit and squeezed a glob of sunscreen on the tip.

"Rub it in," I said.

Joe gently rubbed the cream around my clit with the tip of his finger. My neck and chest were flushed and hot and my nipples ached.

"Oh baby," I whispered, "Please suck my tits."

Joe put his warm mouth on my breasts and sucked as he rubbed my hot clit.

"Oh yes," I whispered, "I know it's bad, but I'm so horny."

Joe slid his finger inside me and I gasped with pleasure.

"Oh baby," I whispered, "That feels good! Oh yes! Finger mommy nice and hard!"

Joe fingered my slit until my juice covered his thick middle finger. His fingertip caressed my g spot until I came, groaning and squirting juice all over his hand.

I sighed as the waves of pleasure ebbed away.

"You are so good to mommy."

I wrapped my fingers around his oily cock.

"Now mommy's going to make big Joe cum," I whispered.

Joe's breathing deepened and his thigh muscles tightened.

I knelt above him and rubbed his hard, glistening cock on my clit.

"Shoot your juice on me," I whispered, "Cum on mommy's candy!"

Joe's cock stiffened in my grip as I talked dirty to him.

"You like mommy touching your big cock?" I whispered, "Give me your present. Show me what you got for mommy."

I kept teasing him until suddenly Joe scooped me up and carried me to a big upright boulder. He cradled me and leaned me back against the rock. Then he opened my thighs and entered me with a grunt.

"Oh baby," I moaned, "You're fucking mommy."

Joe groaned aloud as he pounded me against the rock. "Yes!" he cried, "I need it bad!"

"Yes Joe," I moaned. "Take it baby! Use mommy!"

Joe's face reddened and he groaned, "Oh fuck, I'm going to cum in you Ma'am."

"Yes baby, release in me," I whispered.

He roared like a lion and I watched his eyes as he went to heaven inside me. Then gradually, he relaxed and came back to himself.

"Oh God," he said, "That was the best. But what have I done?"

He looked in my eyes for anger or disapproval, but he found only love.

"Oh Joe," I said, "Don't feel bad. It's what I want too. It's perfect. You're perfect!"

Joe seemed stunned, but he smiled a beautiful smile.

"Can we do it again later?"

"Oh yes," I said, "I want it all the time. Your mommy's a very horny girl."

Joe pulled out of me and his juices dripped down my thighs. I sat by the side of the pool and washed myself. Then we dressed and packed our stuff.

We walked back along the trail for about three miles. At a turn in the path, I heard voices. They sounded female. I looked at Joe and he put his finger to his lips. We moved quietly as the voices grew louder. It seemed to be mainly one voice. She was giving orders.

"Stand still Kendra!" she scolded, "Quit wriggling!"

We almost burst upon two young women in a clearing right off the path. Joe pulled me back into the trees just before they saw us.

One girl with short blond hair was dressed in Daisy Dukes with a plaid shirt tied at the waist. Her friend, a sultry redhead, was wearing only shorts and hiking boots. The blond seemed to be tying her friend to a tree.

The tied up girl was naked from the waist up. She had large pale breasts with dark, puffy nipples. Her wrists were tied behind her and she was bound to the tree with green climbing rope. The blond made a few finishing touches and tied off the rope.

"Now," she said, "I'm going to teach you a lesson about getting it on with other women."

"I wasn't getting anything on!" Kendra protested.

"That's enough!" the blonde said, "You were all over Jessica that night. It's time for your punishment. First let's lose these shorts."

She unbuckled Kendra's belt, opened the front buttons and pulled them down to her ankles. Kendra stepped out of her shorts and now she was naked except for her hiking boots. Her pretty little bush showed her hair color was real.

I glanced at Joe. His eyes were glued to Kendra's voluptuous naked body. I felt bad for watching, but we had no choice. If we made a move, they might hear us and we would spoil their little scene. We had to wait till they were done and sneak away. Besides, we were enjoying it.

The blond took some things from her back pack. She attached a clear glass cup to a gun-like pump and placed it on Kendra's nipple. She pumped it up and when she finished, she detached the cup and left it suctioned to her. Then she attached another cup to Kendra's other nipple. When she had cupped both breasts, she took a small cup and pressed it on the redhead's clit. She pumped it until Kendra begged her to stop.

The blond reached back in her bag and pulled out a leather whip with multiple strands. When the redhead saw the whip, she cowered.

"Don't hurt me Eileen. I promise I'll be good."

"You should have thought of that at the party when you were feeling up Jessica!" Eileen said menacingly. "Now you're going to take your medicine, slut."

She slapped the redhead's thighs with the whip. The girl cried out as the leather strands stung her thighs. In between strokes of the whip, Eileen pumped the three cups, until Kendra cried out in pain.

Kendra's nipples were swollen under the cups and her clit was enlarged and sticking out. I looked at Joe. He had a bulge in his shorts. He caught my eyes and I whispered to him.

"Can I help you with that?"

Joe nodded, excitedly and I unbuttoned his shorts and pulled them down for him. His big cock stood straight up. I stroked it as I watched the girls, feeling drips of Joe's pre-cum run down my hand.

Eileen released the air from the suction cups and freed Kendra's swollen breasts. Her nipples stood out like she was nursing. Eileen released the cup from her clit. It was distended and red, standing out between her lips.

Eileen sucked on her friend's nipples, making her moan with pleasure. Then she toyed with her clit.

Kendra groaned, "Oh fuck Eileen, I'm going to cum."

"No you don't," Eileen said, removing her hand, "you will cum when I tell you to and not before."

"Yes ma'am," Kendra moaned.

"Good," said Eileen, "Your nipples and clit were horny for Jessica, weren't they Kendra?"

Kendra blushed and then she said. "Yes! Yes I was bad!"

"That's better!" Eileen said triumphantly. "You let Jessica suck your tits, didn't you?"

Kendra seemed to be getting more excited as Eileen taunted her.

"Yes ma'am! She sucked my big tits in the bathroom. I undressed for her. I wanted it."

Eileen flogged Kendra's breasts until they were covered with angry red blotches.

"You let her finger you too, you slut!"

"Oh yes," Kendra moaned, "She shoved me against the bathroom door and fingered my box 'til I came. I was so wet for her Eileen. I wanted her bad. Oh!"

She cried out as Eileen began whipping her clit. I could see that Kendra had a clit piercing. She writhed under the whip, moaning and begging.

Eileen paused for a moment. "And did you let Jessica lick your clit slut?"

"You know she had to taste me Eileen. She said she had to smell my hot cunt. I was so horny for her. You know how I am. I can't say no when I get that way. She licked my clit and fingered me. I was begging for it. I squirted on her face and all over her tits. I came all down my thighs."

"Did you stand there naked against the door and cum like a whore for that bitch?" Eileen was panting with excitement.

"Oh yes! I soaked her. I've never cum like that before, not even for you darling! Oh! Fuck!"

Eileen laid into her with the whip lashing her thighs and pussy until Kendra cried aloud.

"Oh please Eileen! Red! Red! I promise I'll be good from now on, I promise!"

Eileen threw down the flogger and began kissing Kendra and sucking her breasts.

"Do you want Jessica to fuck you again?"

"Oh yes please," Kendra moaned, "I want to lick her cunt. I want her to tie me to the bed and fuck me with a strap on. I know you want to watch baby. I'll come so much!"

Eileen kissed her and the redhead spread her pale thighs and squirmed in her bonds as Eileen fingered her to a huge, shuddering orgasm.

It was the first time I had seen women making love in the flesh and I was very turned on. I wanted to be tied up and used like Kendra. I whispered in Joe's ear.

"I want to try this! Is that ok?"

Joe looked amazed at what I was saying, but he nodded so I stepped out of the bushes and walked into the clearing. Both girls looked at me in shock.

"Forgive me for intruding ladies," I said, "I've been watching and you got me so excited I had to join in."

I stripped off my shorts and tee shirt and stood there naked except for my boots.

Eileen recovered from her surprise and smiled.

"Well who's a naughty girl? You watched us? You deserve to be punished you little voyeur!"

She put her hands on my bare hips and turned me toward her friend.

"Look at this little woodland nympho, Kendra! Isn't she cute?"

Eileen caressed my nipples. She was obviously trying to make Kendra jealous.

"Ooh! She feels nice. Does she remind you of Jessica? No, I don't think so, she's much better looking."

Eileen ran her hand teasingly down my belly and her fingers touched my clit. She fingered me for a few moments, making me sigh with pleasure. Then she sniffed her fingers and licked my juice, eyeing Kendra as she did it.

"Now it's my turn to make you jealous darling," Eileen purred, "I'm going to play with this bitch and all you can do is watch. Enjoy, Kendra."

She turned me around. "First let's restrain you, darling."

Eileen pulled a rope from her backpack and tied me to a tree opposite Kendra.

"There, that's better!" she said, "Now let's cup you."

She took the gun and a glass cup from the bag. Turning to the side, so Kendra could see her every move, she licked my nipples and placed the cups over them. Then she pumped until my breasts felt swollen and tender. Eileen knelt on the dead leaves in front of me.

"You smell good," she said, sniffing my shaved lips, "and what a nice clit you have, little Red Riding Hood."

Eileen kissed my candy until I was dripping wet.

"Your bud is sticking out," Eileen said, "I do believe you're getting horny!"

Eileen ran her tongue over me. Then she cupped me and squeezed the pump. I saw my clit through the glass, swell up to three times its normal size. At the same time, it became super sensitive. When it crossed the pain threshold, I cried out.

"Oh stop! That's all I can take!"

"That should do it," Eileen said. "Now wait just a moment."

Eileen turned on her heel and walked straight to the bushes where Joe was still hiding.

"What have we here?" she said, dragging him into the clearing. He had his shorts round his ankles. Eileen pushed him, stumbling, across the rough ground as he tried to cover himself with both hands.

"Another woodland creature and this one's a boy!"

Eileen pushed Joe in front of me. "I guess you two have already met," she said. "Well now it's payback time for you too girlfriend. You're going to watch your boyfriend fuck Kendra. She likes boys sometimes, and I like to watch her get fucked. Ok boy, let's put that big thing to some use."

Eileen took hold of Joe by his stiff handle and drew him over to Kendra. Joe looked back at me and shrugged. I could tell he was not too upset by his "punishment". Kendra had a great body and she was just a few years older than Joe.

Eileen positioned him in front of Kendra and began to rub her slit with Joe's cock. Kendra was pouting and moaning with pleasure.

"You like that Kendy? Oh yeah, I know you do. Now I'll slide him in you all the way."

Eileen held Joe's head between Kendra's lips. I watched him enter her pierced cunt, knowing how good his rigid pole felt inside her.

Kendra groaned as Joe's cock filled her up. I felt a sharp pang of jealousy.

"Oh God," Kendra moaned, glancing at me as she spoke, "your cock's so big and my pussy's so tight. Go easy on me big boy."

"Sorry," Joe said, pulling back a little.

"Don't be sorry," Kendra smiled, shooting me another glance "I just haven't been fucked by a man in a long time, but now I'm relaxing. Fuck me nice and hard baby. Don't worry if you hurt me, I like that too."

Joe started fucking her, gently at first and then more forcefully. Kendra kept moaning to let me know how much she was enjoying herself. My stomach was tight with jealousy, but watching Kendra also made my clit tingle. I wished I could masturbate.

"Your boyfriend likes my girlfriend, doesn't he?" Eileen spoke mockingly, as if she read my mind. "Kendra is so wet and horny. But now I want to try you."

Eileen removed the cups from my tits. My swollen nipples stung and she pinched them hard, making me cry out. She uncapped my clit and slapped it, sending shivers of pain and pleasure rippling down my thighs.

"You are my bitch now," Eileen whispered in my ear, "I'm going to make you want me like your boyfriend will want Kendra when he fucks you tonight. He's going to dream about her tits and her hot cunt and you're going to think about me rubbing you like this."

Eileen caressed my swollen clit until I was moaning and begging. Then she spanked my cunt until I thought I would pass out. I was red and swollen and hornier than I've ever been in my life. I would have done anything for her, if she'd let me cum.

Joe had Kendra pinned against the tree, fucking her like a jackhammer. She was moaning and kissing his neck. I felt pangs of jealousy mixed with lust for Kendra, but more than anything, I wanted Eileen to take me to a motel and use me as her sex slave for days.

I stuck my tits out and whispered. "I'm yours Eileen, please lick my candy. I want to squirt my juice on you so Kendra smells my cunt when you fuck her tonight."

"Hold that thought," Eileen smiled. She looked over at Joe who was fucking Kendra faster every moment. "Oh yeah boy," she said, "cum in her, she wants it bad!"

Eileen caressed Joe's tight buttocks and squeezed his ball sack. "Shoot your big load in my girl's tight pussy."

Joe gave a mighty thrust and then a few smaller thrusts. "Oh yeah," Eileen said. "Cream- pie baby." She kissed Kendra on the mouth as Joe climaxed in her.

"Now," she said, "I know who wants to clean my girlfriend up."

Eileen pulled a wicked looking knife from her back-pack and cut my bonds. Then she led me over to Kendra.

"Get down and lick your boy's cum off her," she said, "that's your reward for being such a good girl."

She pushed me down and held my face against Kendra's swollen pussy. I sniffed Joe's cum mixed with the strange smell of Kendra's sex. The silver ring in her clit attracted me and I kissed her there. As I got used to her smell, it excited me. The feeling of humiliation as I knelt to pleasure the woman who had just fucked Joe was also turning me on. I slid my tongue inside Kendra's slippery cunt and tasted her juices, mixed with Joe's salty cum. I felt Kendra's excitement as I buried my face between her soft thighs. I kissed her pierced clit and licked her swollen, red lips. I was hot for her now and I wanted to make her cum. Soon I was rewarded and she soaked my face with her delicious juice.

Eileen was jerking Joe's cock as they watched us. As Kendra's orgasm subsided, Eileen held Joe's cock against her and Joe came in big jets on her pussy.

"That's my dessert for later," Eileen said. "Now woodland nympho, lay back and spread your legs. I'm going to make you remember me."

She kissed and licked my pussy like I have never been licked before. I screamed and moaned in front of Joe and Kendra as I had my first lesbian orgasm. I squirted hot juice on Eileen's pretty face, happy that Kendra would smell me on her girlfriend later that night.

When we came down a little from our sex high, we shared drinks and food. Then we exchanged phone numbers and email addresses with Eileen and Kendra. They said they liked sharing each other with select partners and we were definitely on their list. I knew I wanted to see Eileen again and by the way Joe and Kendra were eyeing each other, it was obvious they were attracted too. The sun was slowly setting as we walked back out of the woods. We found Joe's bike. Kendra and Eileen's car was parked farther away, so we all kissed goodbye.

Joe and I had come a long way since that morning! I wasn't sure how to feel about everything that had happened, but I felt sure about one thing. Joe was not going to forget this Saturday... ever!