Jessica was a single mother, making the best of it, in the 1970's. In truth, she was doing well. She was bringing up her 18 year old son to be a fine young man, notwithstanding there was no father figure in his life. Julian's father had left them a decade ago and although they had no special money problems, they led a quiet life, both being introverts. To her knowledge he was not spending time with the girls at high school - he seemed shy around them and instead focused on his grades and rather nerdy hobbies like building model airplanes.
So she could hardly complain, about life in general or Julian in particular. She knew that a mother's role is to nurture and a father's role to discipline. Fortunately he had done little to earn discipline as he grew up.
Most school evenings, he would spend time alone in his room, doing homework and building his airplanes. But as any teenage boy knows, of course he thought about girls. Even though he knew little about them, including their intimate anatomy, he enjoyed the pleasure of masturbation. He would run his fingers along the shaft of his young penis and relished the strong tingling sensation in the shaft of his penis and a satisfying gush of white sperm shot out and splashed all over his pajama tops, most evenings as he laid in bed. He was always excited and embarrassed at the same time, thinking what might happen if Mummy had walked in at that those very moments.
Jessica was not fooled however. She would pick up the laundry from Julian's room and one morning was tossing his pajamas into the washing machine when something about the feel of his top made her stop. She felt the fabric again, the stiff feel of cum stained fabric was unmistakable. She brought the fabric up to her nose - the faint odor was there. Yes, at that moment she knew that he was secretly masturbating. She smiled to herself but in a way she was relieved he was finding release without getting in trouble with girls - she too was shy and had not been looking forward confronting him with dramas over girlfriends. One of the downsides of not having a father around she thought. As for Jessica, her sex life had pretty much ground to a halt after her husband left. Not that she was unattractive. She was 38 years old, slim, dark brown hair with a firm body, medium breasts and and slim legs. She kept her pubic mound trimmed but not shaved bald. She had just shut her sex drive down for the time being while she focused on her work and bringing up Julian.
So Julian would secretly masturbate in his room, thinking about the girls at his school, but too shy to do anything about it. For the time being, all he could do was empty his balls with his fingers around his cock, spilling his cum on his stomach and using tissue paper or his sock to soak up the white mess he seemed to produce in great quantities. Mother and son never talked about sex, relationships or anything like that.
Then one evening, just after they both turned in for the night, there was a slight change in routine, and Jessica was in for a surprise. Just after she had gone to bed she decided to run downstairs and get a glass of water. As she passed Julian's room she thought she heard some faint rhythmic noises - enough to make her slow down as she passed his door. Julian had been careless. He had not latched his bedroom door. It was open a few inches. She peered through the gap, and there was her son lying on the bed with the sheets to one side and his pajama bottoms pulled down his pale thighs. There was his erect penis on full display. Large and very much a man's penis. Julian was gently masturbating it, pulling his foreskin up and down, his breathing slightly labored. She could see his testicles beneath a thatch of teenage pubic hair. She couldn't move. Transfixed, she watched her son's hand work up and down his erection, and his testicles slowly disappear as he neared his orgasm. His breathing became quicker, his hips lifted slightly off the bed and then in one last stroke, he pulled his foreskin back and quietly gasped as a large load of white cum shot out of his penis and splattered against his stomach.
Jessica's head was spinning, but she gathered herself and quietly slipped down the stairs to fetch her water. Of course, the next morning nothing was said - after all Julian was unaware his secret was out. But it was, and Jessica was quite flustered about the whole episode.
Several months passed with nothing to disturb the routine. But Julian was becoming more and more curious about what women looked like under their clothes. He had no magazines to turn to - he was far too shy to go into one of THOSE stores, and of course no internet at that time. So one day, an equally careless Jessica had left the bathroom door ajar as she changed out of her work clothes and took a shower. It had to happen, and sure enough, Julian could see his mother's body reflected in a mirror in the bathroom. There on display were her naked breasts, firm nipples and, as she turned around, the top of her tight rounded buttocks. He could not glimpse her pubic mound but it was enough to cause an instant erection inside his sweatpants. He just stopped and stared at his mothers partial reflection in the mirror. Then hurriedly he moved on. That night, he replayed the event in his minds eye as he ejaculated once more.
The next day, he made a point of passing by his mother's bathroom as she freshened up after work. There was her partially naked body again. Julian's cheeks flushed and his penis sprang again to a firm erection. This time he stood his ground, and watched her reflection for a few minutes. This pattern held for a few days, during the work week at least, and each night as he masturbated he'd think about what lay beneath her flat stomach just out of sight in the mirror's reflection.
A few days later he became more brave. As he spied on his mother he stayed in the corridor, and reached down under the waistband of his sweatpants and pulled out his erection. Standing there, he masturbated looking at his own mother as she brushed her hair, her naked breasts and nipples on full display to him. One of the things that young men of Julian's age may not know is that as he neared orgasm, he didn't realize how much noise he was making. Sure enough, Jessica's ears picked up the sound of Julian's arm brushing against his shirt as his hips bucked slightly and his penis jolted as sperm fired out from his glans. Julian brought his hand into the line of fire and caught the hot splashes in the palm of his hand. But Jessica had picked up what was going on and as she moved towards the door she saw the tip of his erect penis and Julian's hand catch multiple strings of sperm. He'd been caught spying on his mother, masturbating to her naked body.
Over the next hour or so Jessica thought about what to do. It really was intolerable that he was doing this. So reluctantly she decided to confront his about this behavior, like a father would, she guessed. So she strode into his bedroom where he was doing homework and sat on his bed. "Julian we need to have a chat" she began.
"Yes Mummy, what about?' Julian said, not connecting what he's been doing a couple of hours ago with his mother's visit.
"Julian, have you been spying on me in the bathroom?" There, she came right out with it. Julian stopped what he was working on and blood rushed to his cheeks. Oh my god he thought, this is unbelievably embarrassing.
Without thinking - she obviously knew - he said "I don't know what you are talking about, no of course not."
Jessica was quite angry at this point. Angry that she'd been spied on but angrier still that he shamelessly lied about it. "You are lying to me Julian, and that's not the young man I know. It's bad enough that you peek into my bathroom, but I won't tolerate lying" she said, channeling her best father figure role. She thought about what to say next. Before she could check herself she decided that he should be physically punished for this. After all, that's what a dad would do - and if a man could, so could she.
"Go downstairs Julian. You have violated my privacy, so now I'm going to violate yours, so you can know what it feels like. I want you in the living room with your clothes off, naked, on your knees. I'll give you five minutes to comply." She couldn't believe she was saying this.
And if she was surprised, Julian was horrified. "You, you want me naked in the living room Mummy?" he said.
"Yes, that's exactly right. And if you fail to comply there are going to be some severe consequences." She had no idea what they may be and she prayed he wouldn't call her bluff.
But Julian was a compliant boy. His chest heaved, and he said "Yes Mummy, if that's what you want." He stepped out of his bedroom, looking back at her sitting primly on his bed.
She hadn't thought much about what was to follow, or what she should wear, but she was in a short, thin sundress. Bare legs, no bra, and thin lacy panties. She sat there for the five minutes, crossing and uncrossing her legs. She could feel a strange sensation in her vulva, and her nipples were on fire. "Get control of yourself" she thought.
If that was going on upstairs, downstairs was emotional bedlam. Julian stood in the living room with his faced flushed and his breathing ragged. "Does she really want me naked on my knees?" he thought. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. Slowly he lifted up his shirt. He placed it on the sofa. Then he kicked off his socks. Now came the hard part. He lowered his sweatpants down his legs leaving just his underpants. "Does she really want me to expose my penis too?" Naked. It means naked. So reluctantly, he peeled down his underpants. There he was, naked in his family living room. He knelt down as he'd been instructed to do and to his horror, his penis became erect. Not just at half mast, but fully, raging, erect, so hard his glans slid out of his foreskin, pointing at the ceiling. This young man was naked, his penis and testicles exposed, his smooth young buttocks tingling in the cool air of the living room. He looked at the staircase.
Five minutes ticked by. Then Julian heard steps on the stairs, and his mother's ankles appeared on the stairs, followed by her legs, and then the hem of her sundress. She stepped off the lower stair and gazed at her son, on his knees, completely naked with an erect penis. He was looking down in shame. She couldn't believe he had an erection.
"Julian!" She said. "Why do you have an erect penis? What is going on here?"
"I don't know Mummy, I really don't. I can't help it."
Jessica stepped over to him so that now he was looking up at her. He could see partially up her sundress which wasn't helping matters.
"Julian, you don't have a father figure in your life so it falls on me to administer punishment. If your father was here I'm quite sure your penis would not look like that right now." she said, unconvincingly. "I want you over my lap please, and I'm going to give you something to remember this day by, so it won't be repeated." She stepped over to the footrest of the sofa and sat down. "Over my lap please" she commanded.
"You really are going to spank me?" Julian said in a frail voice.
"Yes I am" said Jessica, "and if you resist it will only make it worse for yourself."
Julian got up unsteadily, his erection barely bobbing, and walked over to her. It was pointed right at his mother, the hard glans exposed and gleaming in the daylight of the living room.
She shook her head. She pointed at her lap and said "Come on, get on with it! Do you know why you are being spanked? For lying to me, do you understand that?"
"Yes mummy, I do, and I'm really sorry."
"Bend over!" she said.
Tentatively, he bent over his mother slim legs. His penis made contact with the bare skin of her thigh as he settled down over her lap, sending shock waves over, well, both of them. Both were breathing heavily as Jessica rested her hand on Julian's naked, exposed buttocks.
"I'm going to teach you a lesson" she said. His penis jutted into the inside of her thigh, where her sun dress had ridden up. She could see his smooth naked pale buttocks, his anus and the underside of his testicles. So private, so unfamiliar. His hip was pressed against her pubic mound as she felt her vulva become inflamed. She tried to put those sensations aside, and lifted her hand to deliver a slap. Julian writhed underneath her, the head of his penis sliding along her inner thigh, lubricated with precum, seemingly disconnected to what was going on inside his head.
More hard slaps followed, on alternating cheeks of his bottom, as Julian cried out in shame and embarrassment. His hips bucked but Jessica held him down with her other hand on the small of his naked back. With each slap, with each gyration of his hips as he tried in vain to avoid her hand, his penis was sliding against her thigh. He could feel a strong tingling in the shaft of his penis and he knew what was about to happen if he wasn't careful. Whatever else, he couldn't let that ultimate humiliation happen. He shut his eyes and tried with all his might to avoid this, but his penis was not to be denied. Jessica felt the writhing boy beneath him change his movements and his sounds. His buttocks tightened up and suddenly he became tense, and his cries became more of a gasp. To her disgust she felt a strong pulse, pulse, pulse from the boy's hardness between her legs as his hips trembled and a massive amount of hot wetness spit out onto her bare legs.
"I'm so sorry" Julian mumbled as they both froze.
"Get up" she said. He climbed off her lap and as he did so his softening penis draped across her legs pulling the hem of her sundress even higher. The head of his penis was soaked in sperm and it spilled onto her dress. As he got up they both looked down. A massive load of white cum was smeared all over the top of Jessica's legs, her panties were visible and worse, they were wet too, where cum has run into the gap between her legs. But they were wet from the inside as well, Jessica knew. Julian's penis, testicles and pubic hair were also soaked in sperm, right in front of his mother's face.
Without a word, Jessica stood up. Looking her son in the eye, she lifted her dress up and eased her panties down her wet thighs. Julian could clearly see her brown pubic hair, and a moist dark slit between her labia, revealing for the first time what he'd wondered about all these years. Never letting her eyes stray from her naked son's shocked face, Jessica took her panties, crumpled them up and used them to wipe down her legs and vulva.
She handed the cum-soaked panties to Julian and simply said, "Go shower. Please clean these up while you are doing so..."
Julian had glimpsed his mothers breasts - of a sort. Reflected in the bathroom mirror at a distance, in the landing of their suburban home he had ejaculated as he peeked at them. He'd paid a heavy price for this indiscretion, having been caught red handed. Or should we say, white handed, as his sperm spattered into his palm, witnessed by his shocked and upset mother.
Naked, with his bottom a distinct shade of pink, he had been sent upstairs by his mother following his punishment. In his hand was a trophy of sorts - his mother's panties, now soaked with his sperm and her vaginal juices, something entirely unfamiliar to him. Though he'd been told to wash them out, he had no intention of doing so. He wanted to inspect those panties, to cherish them, and to hold them close. He correctly suspected she would not discuss the incident in the living room again, and that she would not ask for them back. As he retreated up the staircase, his penis softened to it's normal state after having betrayed him as he laid across his mothers pale slim thighs. As it did so, more sperm leaked out of the little opening - a little white drop which he realized in the nick of time was about to fall onto the wood flooring, its stain betraying him once more. He used those lacy white panties to catch the drop as he climbed the stairs. The drop soaked into the panties to join the rest of the fluid which had been mopped up from his mother's lower body.
By the time he reached his bedroom, he knew these panties would join him in his nightly masturbation activities - they and they alone would be charged with the task of cleaning the head of his penis and to wipe down the sperm which would stripe his stomach each night.
In the meantime he inspected them closely. Though he could smell his own cum and see how his sperm had soaked into the fabric, the cotton gusset of those panties held a different juice - faintly yellow, with an distinctive and entirely unfamiliar scent. He brought the gusset up to his nose as he sat there naked on his bed and felt his penis stir again. His hand drifted down between his legs and with one hand holding his mother's panties to his face and the other pulling his foreskin up and down he felt another jolt of cum erupt from his teenage penis. The cum ran down the shaft, matted into his pubic hair, and soaked his testicles. Those panties had their second cleanup task within minutes of first being pressed into duty.
Meanwhile, downstairs, Jessica was calming down. Her breathing returned to normal and she contemplated her situation. There she was, sitting in the living room, bereft of panties, her wet pussy soaking her inner thighs, with her own son responsible for her flustered and disheveled demeanor. She sighed, got up and scooped her son's clothing from the living room floor, taking them to the laundry. She was not used to walking around without panties, especially with her labia and clitoris inflamed and so wet. It was a strange sensation. But she decided to quickly put the whole incident out of her mind and try to return to normalcy. Good communication between mother and son was not the hallmark of their relationship. And true to form, the two did not discuss what had happened right there in the living room.
But of course, neither had forgotten. Jessica knew what her son was doing behind his bedroom door, now firmly latched at night. One night she had found herself quietly patrolling the landing, standing still at his door, listening to the unmistakable soft sounds of her son masturbating, the rhythmic sounds becoming more insistent and the tempo increasing before a quiet gasp - a creak of his bed, and then, silence. The panties pressed into duty once more.
By the same token, Julian knew his mother's routine. Julian was thinking about what was going on behind Jessica's bathroom door when she came home from work. He heard the shower come on. He listened for the sound of the the shower door closing, at which point he knew his mother was naked, letting the water run over the smooth skin of her slim body. His penis strained with a hard erection as the shower was turned off and he imagined his naked mother stepping out of the shower and reaching for a towel. Jessica was always pretty sure of Julian's whereabouts while she was in the shower - right outside the bathroom door.
One day, as she was in the shower, she thought about what she should do about this. The problem was her actions and her inner self seemed to be disconnected. She didn't know why she listened to her son masturbate. It was this disconnect that prompted her that day to call to him as she stepped out of the shower and wrapped her torso in a towel.
"Julian, come in here please" she called. Julian was indeed, right outside the door. He was shocked to hear her mother's voice and he withdrew his hand from the front of his jeans where he had been fondling his hard penis through the fabric. His penis returned to its normal state rather rapidly from the surprise. He decided to give it a moment before replying, to make it seem like he was coming out of his bedroom.
Jessica wasn't fooled.
"You want me to come in Mummy?" he queried.
"Yes please Julian" said Jessica, as her cheeks flushed. She could hardly contradict her first order.
Slowly Julian opened the bathroom door. As he stepped in his mother was sitting on her makeup stool, her legs crossed, with the towel around her breasts, under her arms. Her shoulders lay bare, her brown hair damp. Jessica surveyed her son, who looked nervous and uncertain. Jessica softened, beginning to understand the awakening going on in her son's mind.
"Come here Julian" she said. He stepped towards her. He was looking at her naked shoulders, and the rise of her breasts under the towel. "I'm going to show you something Julian," she whispered. At this moment, things changed a little between them. She tugged open the towel and let it fall around her waist. Otherwise, she didn't move, at least to the eye. But inside Jessica felt that rising turmoil she'd felt the last time she had encountered her son in this manner. Her nipples were burning again and she squeezed her thighs gently as she felt her pussy start to tingle and awaken. Julian's eyes opened wide as he gazed at Jessica's naked breasts. They were just as he remembered in the mirror, but this time they were right in front of him. Round and perfectly sized, with nipples pointing just slightly upwards, her pale skin the perfect contrast to the the darker circles surrounding each nipple.
"Go on, touch them" she said, in a slightly breathy tone that betrayed her outward calm.
"Are you sure Mummy?" Julian stuttered, amazed by this turn of events.
"Yes... it's OK" she said. Julian reached out, and for the first time, his fingers touched a woman's naked breast. He felt their plump, soft texture, letting his fingers drift towards his mother's left nipple. He felt the nipple harden under his touch, and his mothers breathing changing as he stroked his fingers on this special place.
Jessica looked at her son's face as he touched her breasts. Her eyes wandered down his body - down his tee shirt to he jeans. There, his penis had recovered its composure. It had jutted out under his jeans and there was nothing Julian could do to hide it. Julian knew his mother was looking at his crotch right in front of her face while he was touching her breasts - but there was nothing he could do.
Jessica felt some hunger she couldn't explain. "Take your jeans off Julian, you look very uncomfortable" she managed to say.
"Are you sure Mummy?" he said
"Before I change my mind."
"Yes Mummy" And with that Julian unzipped his jeans. He undid the top button and the zipper rode over the distinct bulge made by his rampant cock. Pulling his jeans down, all that remained were his boxer shorts. This thin material did nothing to hide the outline of his erection.
"Take them down Julian" commanded his mother. Her curiosity and desire was beginning to overwhelm her slightly and she was no longer sure she was in charge of herself. Julian pulled on the elastic waistband of his underpants, out over his erect penis, and slid them down to join his jeans at his knees. His penis jutted out, inches from his mothers reddening face, hovering over her naked exposed breasts. His foreskin covered his most intimate part - his glans still hidden from his mother. His cock was large, very masculine and blessed with a large mushroomed head, the ridge of which was outlined by his foreskin. Jessica felt her arm move, almost disconnected from her mind. Her fingers reached out and gently peeled back that foreskin.
The touch was electric - for them both. As she peeled back the foreskin, liberating the glossy head of his penis, a large drop of clear fluid eased out of the little slit capping his glans. She felt the hard shaft, covered by soft skin, as absently she eased the foreskin back over the head. Julian trembled at this sensation - someone else's hand on his most private place. As his mother pulled back his foreskin again the clear fluid smeared over the glans, efficiently wetting it, lubricating his glans, making the next cycle smoother as she repeated the movement of her fingers with his foreskin. Julian's penis trembled at this novel experience. Julian's hand shook as he cupped his mothers breast, while Jessica's hand made several more journeys up and down his penis, each time covering and uncovering his glans.
Julian's breath became more ragged, his eyes widened even more, and his hips began to buck gently as his testicles began their familiar journey to the very base of his erect cock. His smooth naked buttocks squeezed tight, and with one more stroke of his foreskin, Julian's mother held his penis over her breasts.
Julian felt his cock tingle and he knew there was no going back. He grunted "Oh Mummy! Oh Jeez! Mummy, Mummy, I'm going to ejac..." and before he could finish the word a jet of white sperm fired out of his little slit, the rope of sperm flattened by the shape of his tight little piss slit, and brazenly draped itself over his mother's breasts. The spurt landed on the outer edge of her right breast, hung like a bridge over the skin between her breasts and finished across her left breast. The hot white fluid burned on Jessica's sensitive skin, as she stroked her son's penis one more time. Now Julian was gasping as his penis was firing in jolts, as she held his foreskin back. Four more thick ropes of cum shot out, splashing across her breasts. One of the spurts placed itself directly across her left nipple, soaking the very nipple with a glistening glaze of his sperm. The cum bridge across her breasts collapsed, soaking into the cleft between. Sperm ran down and collected at her waist, interrupted in its journey to her steamy cunt by the towel. A few small drops finished the display, dripping out onto the side of Jessica's breast.
They both gazed down at the scene of destruction - her freshly showered breasts despoiled by her sons white seed, his penis dripping fresh sperm from its tip, and Jessica's fingers wetted by his ejaculation. His sperm lay on her breasts, a mix of cloudy white thick fluid and areas of clear liquid not perfectly mixed in. For some reason Julian would remember the splash of sperm that soaked onto her nipple, glazing it perfectly with a coating of his cum. Julian was breathing heavily as his hand released her left breast, his hips still trembling.
Jessica sighed, reality creeping in. She wiped her hand on a corner of her towel. "Pull up your underpants Julian" she said coolly. "Put it away."
"Yes of course Mummy" said Julian rather guiltily. Not stepping back even a fraction, he pulled his underpants up and tucked his softening wet penis back into them, followed by his jeans, right in front of his mother's face. Jessica waved Julian out of the bathroom; he turned around he left the room without another word.
After he closed the door, she looked down again at her breasts. The cum was cooling off on her skin. She opened her towel and to her disgust a rivulet of her son's white sperm dripped off her nipple and ran down her flat stomach. Before she could catch it, the sperm soaked into her pubic hair. She stood up and surveyed the slimy mess in her mirror. The sperm on the tops of her breasts, the wet nipple, the stream of her son's cum mixing with the dark triangle of her curly pubic hair. Shaking her head, she used the towel to clean herself up...
A few weeks had gone by since Julian had ejaculated over his mother's breasts, and, as was customary in their relationship, nothing had been said. They carried on as if nothing had happened. They both knew though. Julian continued masturbating at night having added this new memory to his fantasies, remembering how his sperm had fired over her breasts, how she touched his penis, her fingers working his foreskin, and how he had lost control, unable for the second time to stop his penis from doing what it had only done in secret before, shamelessly spilling great gobs of white cum out onto his own mother's body. Most of all, her nipple was burned into his memory, glistening with his sperm, splashed across both of her breasts. It was this vision he would focus on as his testicles released another load of sperm, firing onto his chest, stomach and pubic hair.
For Jessica's part, she thought about her eighteen year old son's penis quite often. How big it was, what it felt like to touch it, how perfectly formed it was, and how her own body had responded to this turn of events. She didn't have any plans to escalate though. Enough was enough.
Then one summer morning, they were both getting ready to leave the house to go shopping. Jessica was wearing her short sundress again and she squatted down on the stairs leading from the living room to tie her shoelaces. Likewise, Julian was in the living room having knelt down across from her for his own shoes, about a yard in front of her. He glanced up as he did up the laces, and as he did so, his heart leapt. While his mother's legs were open as she attended to her shoes, there was a direct line of sight between his mother's inner thighs to her panties. She was wearing white panties, with a cotton gusset, hiding her most intimate folds, but above the gusset was a lacy, translucent material clearly showing the outline of her pubic hair. A few stands of pubic curls escaped one side of her panties, and between her legs he could make out the curve of her buttocks. The mound of her vulva was clearly visible.
Julian froze. Inside his sweatpants, his bulky penis began to arc upwards. He couldn't move for fear of an embarrassing tent being clearly visible to his mother. Jessica glanced at her son and immediately realized what had happened. Instead of snapping her legs closed however, she just stared at him for a few electric moments. His eyes fixated between his mother's legs, staring at her panties, her eyes staring at his reddening face.
After a few moments, Jessica came to. "Come on Julian, let's go" she said. She brusquely stood up.
Julian remained frozen, crouched down, his hands on his shoelaces, with his hard penis jutting out inside his sweatpants. "OK Mummy, nearly ready," he whispered. But his penis wouldn't soften. Jessica stood on the stair step and folded her arms.
"Come on then Julian" she said. "Time's a wasting."
"Uh, OK Mummy" he said, looking up at her slim legs. He slowly stood up. A massive bulge was clearly visible. Jessica looked down at it, but didn't say anything.
Julian had no choice to awkwardly walk to the front door with his mother at his side while his erection slowly subsided. This event distracted them both from the shopping trip, as both of them contemplated this event. Again, nothing was discussed.
Nonetheless, Jessica thought about the bulge in Julian's sweatpants, while Julian's mind was spinning at the memory of her pantie-encased vulva. Those confused, hot feelings returned to them both. It was hard for Jessica to pick out groceries while she had these feelings coursing through her.
Julian had glimpsed his mother's pubic mound before, that time his bottom was ablaze after his spanking, but this time he had seen a faint crease in the gusset of her panties - what lay behind that cotton? What was that crease all about? He had never seen the details of a woman's genitalia before, only his mother's flat hairy triangle below her belly as she had removed her panties. He would never forget that hot, charged spanking he had received, when he had disgraced himself over her lap, spilling a white slimy mess all over the tops of his mother's thighs.
Later that afternoon, they both settled down to watch a movie on the sofa. An hour into a rather humdrum movie, Jessica got up to go to the bathroom but when she got there she realized she actually did not need to urinate. What had driven her to go to the restroom? Without processing what she was dong on her mind she absently reached under her sundress and drew her white panties down her legs, placing them over the edge of the sink. She stepped back into the living room with the fabric of her sundress caressing her otherwise naked buttocks, and sat back on the sofa, next to her son. Her pussy was burning...
After a few minutes of discomfort she adjusted her legs, pointing her knees towards Julian. She picked up the remote and turned off the TV. And then came the moment she opened her knees, as Julian turned to look at her wondering why she had turned off the TV. Again, Julian did not look at his mother's face. Instead his eyes burned between her thighs, not believing what he was seeing. There was his mothers naked cunt, on display for him, as Jessica kept her eyes trained on him.
"Kneel down Julian" said his mother evenly.
Hearing his own heart pounding, Julian needed no other persuasion. He slid off the sofa and knelt down in front of her. Jessica propped her feet up on the sofa and opened her naked legs for him, pulling the hem of her sundress up to her hips. Julian's hips were level with her knees, his face just a few inches from hers. She could hear his breathing. He could see her slightly flushed face, right in front of his. Julian gazed down between his mothers legs. There was her cunt, finally, in close, well-lit detail, for him to see. He gazed at her outer pussy lips, framed by neatly trimmed brown pubic hair. Inside those outer lips were another set of delicate labia, small and somewhat damp. Over those inner lips was a hood where his mother's labia joined. The hood was topped by a perfect triangle of pubic hair. But between her inner lips was a tight wet slit, slightly open - finally, Julian was looking at her vagina. He knew that was where a penis would go, sliding into that hot wet place, grasping a hard cock, stimulating the hard shaft and glans until it spat sperm up into her cervix.
"Take out your penis Julian, and masturbate." she ordered. She wanted to see how he did it, not though a crack in his bedroom door in the dim light, but in the broad daylight of their living room, close up and personal. So personal. Julian was trembling and nervous. This was the moment he had dreamed about, had ejaculated over so many times. Slowly he pulled the waistband of his sweatpants down over his hips and then hooked his thumbs into his underpants. His stiff penis sprang from its confinement, and pointed straight up towards his mother's face.
"OK Mummy, here goes, are you sure?" he said.
"Julian I wouldn't not have asked if I didn't want you to do it" she said, putting on her best parental voice.
Julian grasped his penis between the thumb and forefinger of his left hand and, staring at his mother's vagina, he started to pull his foreskin up and down, over that large, swollen flared glans. A large clear drop leaked out of the little slit at the end and ran down the front of his shaft, wetting his finger.
Jessica reached out for her son's right wrist, guiding his hand to her pussy. As he masturbated she placed his hand on her labia. Instinctively, Julian slipped his forefinger into her vagina. He felt the hot slippery surface of her inner walls. His finger slipped in and out of her vagina and while he was exploring he felt a faint rough surface on the upper wall of her cunt. As his finger scraped over this surface he felt his mother tense. Her breathing started to come in gulps, and the skin below her neck began to redden. Suddenly she arched her back and her hips juddered as she cried out. Julian felt his finger become very wet and her vagina tighten it's grasp around it. He had no idea what was going on. Jessica grabbed her son's wrist and made him keep his hand there for a few moments.
Julian continued to masturbate as Jessica calmed down, his penis building to a scorching edge. As his testicles tightened he knew he would not be able to go much longer - his hips began to move on their own, sliding between his mother's knees. He withdrew his finger from her cunt and gripped onto her thigh as he stroked his penis. Then something remarkable happened, that would stay with him the rest of his life. Jessica reached down and pulled her inner labia open, exposing her hard, wet clitoris to her son for the first time. At that very moment she exposed her clitoris to him, Julian pulled back his foreskin, his naked buttocks squeezed together and he ejaculated. His cock twitched and the first rope of sperm flew off slightly to one side, ricocheting off her inner thigh and landing on her cunt lips. Julian looked his mother in the eyes as more sperm flew out of his penis positioned just inches from his mother's vagina. Their faces too were just inches apart as he gasped and grunted. The sperm splashed rhythmically all over her inner labia, onto her pubic hair, and soaked her inner thighs. Her exposed clitoris was as wet and as cum-covered as that nipple had been a few weeks ago.
He knew what would happen as soon as the cum stopped flying out of his penis. he would be dismissed. Sure enough, as his mother looked down at her soaked pussy, thinking how lucky she was that she was not ovulating at time, she waved him away.
"Thank you Mummy" he whispered, as he pulled his underpants back up over his bottom and tucked away his still-hard penis, still dripping drops of sperm. He stood up and pulled up his sweatpants and surveyed the scene. And what a scene it was. His own mother, her face flushed, sitting there with her legs up on the sofa, her hair disturbed, and his own seed dripping off that secret special place he had dreamed about. The cum spilled down onto the sofa cushion. Jessica got up and smoothed down her sun dress, and brushing him aside, walked back to the bathroom. The feeling between her legs was indescribable. She could feel her son's slippery cum between her thighs as she walked, her wet pussy still burning from the excitement.
Without cleaning herself up, she stepped back into her panties, her son's cum soaking into the cotton gusset.
There was only one more place for Julian to explore. A dark, more forbidden place still. Surely, this was one place his mother would call her own.
Julian woke up with a start. His penis was erect again and he had to relieve himself in the middle of the night, even though he had ejaculated just a few hours previously. His nights of late had been full of erotic dreams, of snapshots of his mother's naked vulva and breasts, his masturbation fantasies filled with thoughts of one day penetrating his mother's vagina - making up all kinds of stories in his mind about rash and lurid things she would ask him to do - all of which he knew, somewhere in the back of his mind, were out of the question. As usual, despite three intense physical and visual encounters with Jessica, it was if they never happened. There was no follow up, no "come to Jesus" talks about what had happened - just the usual day to day life of an eighteen year-old prepping for college.
In Jessica's mind the matter was over. She was not going to encourage such behavior from her own son. She hoped that he would meet a girl when he went to college and she'd ah, "fill in the gaps." And that Julian would keep their secrets.
Speaking of college, mother and son had a trip scheduled to visit a college a few hours drive away for a tour. So they packed their respective bags and headed out on a road trip. They had booked a Holiday Inn with two queen beds close to the college, and indeed when they checked in there were plenty of students and parents milling around in the lobby preparing for the tour the next day. They were both tired as they selected their respective beds, showered and fell asleep. Jessica was wearing a tee shirt and panties, Julian his boxers. No tension between them, just sleep.
The next day they ran around the campus, visiting the various buildings and meeting with faculty. After the tour, they went out for dinner at a local restaurant. Then on the way back to the car in the dark, Jessica stepped off the sidewalk awkwardly in her high heels and she felt a muscle in her lower back tweak. She winced as she rubbed her side.
"Are you alright Mummy?" said Julian with genuine concern as he saw her hold her side.
"Yes I'm fine" she said - though it was evident not all was well. "Lets just go to the hotel and I'm sure a hot shower will loosen my back up" she said.
"Sure" said Julian. They drove back to the hotel.
They entered the room and Jessica went to the bathroom, carrying fresh panties and a tee shirt. Julian just disrobed to his boxer shorts and slipped into bed. He heard his mother in the shower. He thought about her naked body under the water...his penis rose to meet these thoughts, he fondled it but let it be, as he heard his mother open the bathroom door. She climbed into her bed but Julian could tell she was still in pain.
"Mummy, how's the back?" Julian inquired.
"Not so great Julian, my lower back is killing me. In fact I have a favor to ask you Julian, if you wouldn't mind."
Julian's ears perked up. "What Mummy?"
"Just come over here and push your elbow into my lower back will you? See if you can free up this knot."
Julian was out of his bed in an instant. Jessica laid on her stomach, and he kneeled next to his mother and awkwardly dug his elbow into her lower back, over her tee shirt.
"Ouch" she said, "no no that's not it, let me grab some oil." She got up and dug out some oil from her toiletry bag. She came back to the bed and, turning around so Julian could not see her breasts, lifted off her tee shirt and laid down on the bed. Julian's eyes widened at this. His cock responded, growing rapidly in his boxers as he eyed the side of her naked breasts. He was just grateful she couldn't see the tent in his boxers.
"Julian just sit on my legs" Jessica said matter-of-factly. "Just push your elbow into this spot" she said, pointing to her lower back again. "And use this oil so you don't hurt my skin please."
Julian climbed over his mother, who was wearing nothing but those white panties covering her buttocks, with his knees either side of his mother's hips, and his fiery erection jutting out under his boxers. He took the oil and placed some onto her sore spot. Then he bent down to apply his elbow. As he did, his hardness touched her buttocks. There was a thin layer of material covering his penis, and another covering her bottom, but the hard sensation against her slim, soft buttock was unmistakable. For them both.
They both froze.
Jessica breathed...and just fractionally, moved her hips upwards. Julian's instincts took over and let his hips move slightly downwards and towards the small of her back. His stiff rod moved slightly, bisecting her buttocks, creasing her panties into the crack of her bottom. Julian felt his mother lift her hips again, compressing his hard penis against his lower body.
He leaned forward even further, as his mother said "just work this area" as she waved towards the small of her back. Julian added some oil and massaged it into her skin, moving his hips against her buttocks as he did so. His penis was raging hard as he gazed down at the triangle of his mothers panties.
"A little lower please Julian" she said. Julian's hands worked their way to the waistband of her panties, kneading her flesh. His thumbs slipped gently under her waistband, just easing them downwards slightly. He heard no objection from his mother. The crease of the top of her buttocks where the cheeks separated was now visible to Julian's eyes. The skin there was pale, with a faint tan line below her bikini margin. He continued kneading her her flesh, his oily hands moving down a little more, easing her panties downwards, now clearly massaging the cheeks of her buttocks rather than her back. Still, Jessica did not object. In fact her hips lifted up somewhat to ease the journey of her panties down, over her slim hips. Soon enough, Julian was gazing at his mother's naked bottom. Her slim, pale and smooth bottom with a dark cleft leading to the slit of her labia.
Julian's penis was in an absolutely torrid state of hardness. He let one hand leave his mothers bottom and slipped the shaft of his penis out of the fly of his boxers. The head of the penis had already escaped his foreskin and towered over his mothers naked buttocks. Julian leaned forward again, and there was an electric contact of naked skin - his penis slid along the crack of her bottom, lubricated amply by precum and oil. Jessica was boiling inside as she felt her son's erect cock against her ass.
Julian knew - this was the time. This was the time his penis would slide into a woman's vagina for the first time. He eased back and nudged his mother's legs open just slightly. There was her labia, her soaked opening to her vagina, beckoning him in. There too was a dark, tight, puckered opening directly below the glistening head of his cock. He had never seen such a sight - his head was spinning. As he eased his penis downwards towards her cunt, his mother suddenly found her voice...
"No Julian, no! You're not going to put it into my vagina! You...you...can't get me pregnant...you cannot..."
Julian knew she meant it. But as her voice trailed off she reached behind her and pulled the cheek of her right buttock apart, right in line with her anus. Her anus revealed itself to him completely, and opened slightly. His penis, as if on cue, spilled a large drop of precum from the little slit, which landed right on the hole of his mother's anus. The invitation was clear. Even Julian, in his horned up, naive state of mind, knew what he was being asked to do.
"Put oil on it, Julian" said his mother, as if to remove all doubt.
Trembling, Julian grasped his raging penis and aimed the head at this tiny hole. Surely, it would never fit. He poured a little oil onto the purple glans, and pressed the tip to his mothers anus. At first, there was indeed, no way it would fit. But then it gave way somewhat and he saw the first third of his glans sink into the opening. His mother groaned, but she pushed back as if to encourage him. He kept pushing until the flared rear end of his glans was level with her anal sphincter, now open to it's maximum.
He heard, faintly though his lust, her mother making a strange guttural straining noise...but he continued to push as she pushed back. After what seemed like a few tense minutes, the head of Julian's large penis disappeared into his mother's rectum. Julian felt another resistance inside the hot void of his mother's ass, but he pushed on. Suddenly his penis was inside - truly, fully, inside his mother. His oily shaft slid slowly inside her rectum until his thighs were pressed up against the naked cheeks of his mother's bottom. His penis had disappeared, the evidence of its presence an indescribably smooth, hot sensation, unlike anything he'd felt touching his penis with with his fingers.
Jessica groaned as she felt a fullness inside her, as she felt her own son's testicles graze her inflamed vulva. Julian eased back, his glistening shaft visible as it impaled his mother's anus. He grasped his mother's buttocks with his strong hands and eased his penis in and out of her rectum. Instinct took over as he fucked his mother. Nothing, nothing in his masturbatory fantasies had prepared him for this experience as all reason left his mind. His penis transitioned from a fizzy sensation to that of a hot poker, like nothing he had felt before as the nerves of his penis head felt the smooth oily surface of his mother's rectum. He knew it would not be long as he gasped and grunted, a young man possessed by lust, drinking in the sight of his mother's naked back, her hair scattered all over the pillow, and her naked, pale buttocks bisected by the lewd sight of his strong young erect penis plunging in and out of her anus.
Jessica buried her face in the pillow, not wanting to accept the reality of what was happening - not willing to accept that this large invader thrusting into her most private of places belonged to her own son. The initial pain of Julian's hefty flared cock forcing it's way past her anal sphincter had subsided, replaced by a sublime and satisfying feeling of fullness as her body accepted the intrusion. Julian's penis became more and more insistent as the fucking continued, until she could tell that he had thrown all reason, all feelings of self consciousness and restraint to the winds, and he was going to fire his seed into her belly at any moment.
Julian felt the moment had come. Jessica knew it too. With one last thrust, one last feral gasp from them both, Julian's penis and even his own anus pulsed as his balls emptied their load into his mother's guts. Jessica felt a hot blast inside her rectum as his cum bolted out of her son's engorged glans in four strong spurts. As he ejaculated into her bottom, her mind flashed back to the various ways she had experienced her son's sperm - first, the sight of him ejaculating on his bed, then in the corridor into his hand while drinking in the reflected sight of her upper body in the bathroom mirror, then all over her upper thighs as he writhed and cried as he was being soundly spanked, the cum soaking into her panties. Then, with her manual stimulation as the sperm splashed all over her naked breasts, and then next onto her wet inflamed labia and clitoris, smeared onto her pubic hair.
They both held their breath as they experienced this last moment. They both knew, in their hearts, that this would be the last time they would expose themselves to each other, that he would go off to college, and learn all that he could from girls his own age, and that they would lock these experiences away, not to be shared with anyone else.
Slowly, Julian withdrew his wet penis from her anus and it slowly softened. The pale skin of his mother's bottom glistened in the warm light of the hotel room as Julian took one last look at this most intimate place between her cheeks... and retreated to his bed, his memories to last a lifetime. Jessica pulled the sheets up over her body, her vulva and her anus still glowing, and curled up to sleep, waiting for her quiet trembling to subside.
They slept.