Jason slammed the door more vehemently than he’d intended. It was so quiet inside the house from no one being in it that the force of the slam shook the walls and seemed to ricochet off every surface, ringing and echoing hollowly in his ears.
Jason had been counting on the sleepover all week. It had buoyed him up every day, he’d told himself he could make it through what had proven to be a really shitty time in his life if he could just survive until Friday night. It just seemed like everything that could go wrong lately had been going wrong. He was failing geometry and history. The basketball team had lost four consecutive games in a row, and their coach seemed to be blissfully unaware he took out his frustrations on the young impressionable boys he coached, and he screamed things at them in the locker room that, if the parents and faculty knew, would undoubtedly have him fired. But basketball was too important to the school. It was simply a big fuckin’ deal. Also, Jason’s car had broken down, and he’d had no time to work on it or take it to the shop.
People didn’t realize the pressure kids his age were under. It was also something unspoken and merely felt… His mom and dad had divorced that year. Jason knew he hadn’t really let it in enough to deal with it yet, he was successfully blocking it out to take care of more pressing matters. His mom was financially broke. His dad had been a wealthy and successful attorney, and they lived in a gorgeous two story in the suburbs. When his dad left, with no provision to her or his son (It was generally assumed but never talked about that a much younger woman was involved) Jason’s mom started to struggle to pay bills. She’d had to take a second job… She was very attractive and a younger mom, only 34, for she’d become pregnant with Jason at fifteen, and his father had come from a family whom honor and name meant everything. Jason’s dad had chosen to stay with his mom and support her and his child, and eventually he married her.
Kerri, Jason’s mom, was a very loving and doting mother to him always. She fussed over him and hugged him a lot and worried over him in typical mother style. But lately… Her attractive smooth unwrinkled face had been pained from stress. She seemed tired all the time. Her forehead was perpetually creased in worry. A couple of times she’d snapped at him uncharacteristically when he didn’t do something fast enough she’d asked him to. It was obvious she’d felt really bad when she did it. She almost looked like she’d been about to break down and cry.
Jason hated seeing his mom like that. The sleepover scheduled for Friday night at Pete’s had been the balm to his soul all week. He knew they could chill out and hang in Pete’s cozy room and crank up the music too loud and play video games and watch porn all night long because Pete’s parents were away on a trip to Pete’s. grandmother’s. The hell of the past week would simply melt away.
But suddenly that night without warning, before the pizza had even arrived, Pete’s dad had come barging in through his door.
Pete’s father held up a plastic baggie in front of both of the boys. “Do you know what the meaning of this is, son?”
Pete’s jaw dropped. Jason was floored to hear his best friend utter, “Ohhhhh, fuckkkkkk.” Pete’s parents had no tolerance for bad language.
“Yeah. The school called, Pete. Your mom and I just drove all the way back. Your ass is grass. Weed is unacceptable. I don’t want my son smoking marijuana. Your car is gone and you’re grounded for a month. Jason, I apologize for this, but you need to leave now, son.”
So a few moments later, Jason found himself in his kitchen, the house empty and deathly quiet. His mom was working that night. He was starving and irritable. Nothing sounded like fun anymore. It had all been ruined by Pete’s stupidity in insisting he wouldn’t get caught bringing the weed he’d scored to school and subsequently forgetting it in his locker.
Jason sat himself in one of the high chairs that stood before the bar in the kitchen. It was a neat little place. It had wooden mini blinds that when opened looked out into the living room. They were closed now. He was comfortable in the high chairs because he was so tall. 18 had marked a year where for some reason he’d sprouted like a bean stalk.
It had also brought something else along with it. He was a teenage guy, so naturally he was horny all the time. But lately… It seemed stress had only increased his sex drive. In fact, the more things became harder to deal with as of late, the more his body seemed to need release. He’d woken up every morning that week with raging morning wood. A couple of strokes had him exploding all over his stomach and groaning harshly in the early morning darkness. But it only seemed to come back with a vengeance. It was like his body couldn’t get enough.
He was ruminating on this and a thousand other things of annoyance when suddenly he heard his mom’s voice. He was about to call out, “Mom, can you cook me something?” when he heard something that made him halt in his tracks.
It was the sound of male laughter.
A deep voice intoned in the silence, “So your name’s Kerri, right?”
Jason didn’t like the guy’s tone. It was flirtatious and openly sexual. Then he heard his mom’s voice in answering.
She laughed. “Yeah, duh, I’ve told you like a thousand times. Do you always forget the name of the girls you go home with?”
Something rippled through Jason’s body. His mom’s tone was sexy and young and flirtatious, and it reminded him of the way some of the girls in his school would hang by the guys’ lockers and talk to the guys. It stirred something to life in him.
Jason moved his hand to slightly crack open the blinds. What he saw made his breath catch in his throat.
His mom looked almost ten years younger. He’d never seen her look so beautiful. She never wore make-up anymore, though she was naturally pretty. She didn’t have a lot on… But she’d done something soft to her eyes, and the effect was overwhelming. Her lips were painted lightly by a soft pink orange lipstick. Her face was undeniably sensual looking. She’d curled her long blond hair, and it hung in sexy free ringlets all around her shoulders.
And what she was wearing… Jason’s mouth began to water against his will. It was a dress he’d never seen before. It was like a halter dress made of black silky slinky material that clung to her every curve. The straps were thin, and the dress showed off her cleavage… He found himself staring hard at his mom’s tits. They were full and gorgeous. Perfect large natural breasts. He’d never noticed how shapely and perfect her ass was either. She was a work of art. And it was mostly in the way she seemed so happy to be around that guy. He was bringing out the best in her, some fresh youthful essence in her not used in a while but obviously never forgotten.
And Jason was all too aware that he was hard as a rock and straining against his jeans.
The anonymous male suddenly walked up close to Jason’s mom. Jason got a good look at him. He was floored to realize the guy couldn’t be more than five years older than he was. And he was a good looking guy, even though Jason was straight you could tell those things. Jason was surprised his mom would be interested in younger men.
“Kerri,” the guy spoke softly. “Look. I really like you. I know you’ve been going through a hard time. Why don’t we do exactly what we both want to do. I know you want it. It’s written all over your face.”
Jason watched the play of emotion on his mother’s unforgettable, gorgeous face. A look came across it suddenly, and Jason knew he’d never forget that look. The lust and desire was written all over her features.
She stared up at the guy and questioned softly, “What do you want?”
The guy answered by taking his thumb and caressing her bottom lip with it, which was full and plump and sensuous and… Juicy looking.
The guy inhaled and exhaled slowly. Then he said to Jason’s mother, “I want to fuck the shit out of you.”
And Jason’s breathing grew shallow and ragged.
“Please yes,” Jason heard his young mother whisper. “But first I want to suck your dick.”
Jason couldn’t help opening the mini blinds a fraction more. Though it was hardly noticeable to them, if it would be noticeable at all, he was awarded a full uncompromising view of the scene. He was only too aware of his dick almost painfully hard within the tight confines of his jeans. It felt like it had been a while since he’d jerked off, though it had probably been just that morning. His balls ached and felt swollen and near to bursting with cum.
He was also aware of the new thoughts he was having about his mother. Sure, over the course of his life there had been tiny isolated moments of arousal which he just assumed were his body’s natural response to female flesh. A morning his mom had bent over him sleepily to pour him orange juice, a tantalizing glimpse of the top of one of her round, soft looking, white breasts… The time he’d barged into the hall bathroom and she’d just wrapped a towel around her wet body, and he’d been momentarily arrested by the sight of her long, shapely legs dripping with tiny water droplets, her smooth firm calves, her pretty delicate feet with their hot pink toenail polish… But… Nothing before like this.
Tonight, his mom was young and fresh and carefree, and overwhelmingly sexy and lush and feminine. She almost looked like a young girl in the porn videos. She wore high heeled black strap sandals that only accentuated the luscious, delicious curves of her legs…
And as he watched his mother suddenly sink to her knees in front of the younger guy and begin unbuckling his belt like a porn pro, Jason couldn’t help unbuckling his own belt quietly, and reaching inside to pull out his brick hard, pulsing, straining, thick cock.
He had to stifle a groan of pure lust as he watched the woman who gave birth to him lick and suck and tongue the younger guy’s rather large, heavy balls. Jason was floored to realize his mom gave great head. The younger guy began to moan softly. “Oh God, yeah… Yeah, that’s it, Kerri. Suck and lick my balls.”
Jason massaged his own balls as he watched his mom practically swallow the young guy’s nuts whole. His mom let out a sexy delicious Mmmmm.
When Jason’s mother finally got around to the younger guy’s rather long dick, which seemed so erect it was curved almost straight up in the air, Jason knew he had to stroke himself carefully. He could easily cum hard any moment, and if he didn’t slow the pace and pressure he’d shoot too early. He wanted to take full advantage of this moment, and savor it for all its worth. It was without a doubt the most sensual, erotic, and arousing experience of his life. What seemed to intensify its power was the fact he knew he was doing and experiencing something completely taboo, and something he could never tell a soul about, not even Pete.
Jason felt like he was in pure agony as he watched his mom’s head begin to bob up and down on the guy’s long rigid length. No, Jason told himself, Don’t cum yet. There might be more…
At that very second the younger guy lifted Jason’s mother up by her shoulders. “Kerri,” the guy choked out in a lust strangled voice, “I need you to ride my cock. I’m going to sit down on the couch and I want you to turn away from me and slide my cock inside your tight sopping wet pussy… And I want you to ride me until I cum hard and deep inside you.”
Jason had to still his hand for some moments. The pleasure of the entire scene and his perfect vantage point were too instrumental in making him feel like his dick was going to explode and burst into the air like a great volcano.
He decided to block it all out for some seconds, in order to gain back control. He hadn’t realized just how long he’d pulled himself away from reality. For when he brought everything back to focus that lay before his eyes the mere sight almost made him moan out loud in pure primitive animalistic lust.
The younger guy had sat himself on the sofa. And raised above him on her tiptoes, her legs spread gloriously wide open, was his young mother. Somehow in the interim her full gorgeous delicious tits had been pulled out of her black lace bra cups and were resting above them, and they bounced and swayed with her erotic movements. Her dress had been bunched up at her waist and the crotch of her black lace thong panties pulled aside. She was wearing thigh high black lace stockings. Jason watched in pure physical torment as he beheld his mom’s perfect, clean shaven, plump pussy lips, and the pink glistening folds within, which seemed so wet they shimmered in the dimmed light. He watched purposefully still and untouching himself as his mom’s gorgeous, slick tight pussy swallowed the younger guy’s huge straining cock, up and down, milking it for all its worth.
“Fuck yeah,” the guy urged sensually. “Ride my cock. Fuck my hard dick. I’m going to cum so deep inside your pussy and I’m going to watch my hot thick cum leak out of it.”
The younger guy’s words seemed to drive Jason’s mom to the breaking point. At that moment she seemed like a porn queen. She was a sex vixen, she was the perfect cum slut, every guy’s fantasy. She began to ride the younger guy’s dick faster and harder. For some reason the sight of the younger guy’s balls swaying beneath her ass as she mercilessly fucked him was driving Jason insane.
Suddenly his mom let out a hoarse cry. She threw her head back and arched her back. Her tits bounced mercilessly, and Jason could see his mom’s nipples were hard and jutting in the air.
“Oh my God, oh fuck, I’m going to cum. I’m cumming, oh my God…”
The younger guy seemed to become unhinged. Jason watched in now painful sexal hunger as the younger guy’s hands gripped his mother’s shapely sensuous hips hard, and he began thrusting upwards inside her hot wet tight snatch harshly and relentlessly. “That’s it,” the guy moaned loudly and crazily. “Take my dick, fucking cum and squirt all over my hard dick… I’m going to flood your pussy with my hot thick jizz, you little slut…”
At that point Jason knew he could take no more. His dick was so swollen and blood engorged it was hurting him. His balls felt like gigantic bags full of endless sperm. Everywhere his body burned, he felt like he was on fire. He touched two fingers cautiously to his throbbing cock, and the resulting sense of physical pleasure almost knocked the wind out of him. He earnestly began stroking and pumping himself, and his other hand crept down to massage his aching balls, which by that time felt like giant leaden sacks. A voice inside his mind suddenly said, “That’s it. Fuck my mom. I want to see you pound and use and destroy my mom’s tight sopping wet cunt, I want to see you shoot loads upon loads of hot cum into the dripping tight wet hole I came out of when I was born. Fuck the life out of my fucking mother. Fuck and destroy my mom’s hungry holes…”
Jason was about two seconds away from bursting. At that exact moment the guy cried out hard, and a deep guttural groan escaped the younger guy’s throat. Jason watched in purely sexual fascination as he could see the guy’s huge monster dick literally twitch and jolt and push the hot cum up deep inside his mother’s womb from his heavy hanging balls. The guy’s dick was actually visually convulsing inside his mother’s gorgeous pussy… The air in the room had become hot and thick with the smell of sex. And as the first creamy streams of cum began to leak from his mom’s glistening pussy and down onto the younger guy’s cock still bursting and shooting deep inside her, Jason had to bite his lip to keep from crying out in sheer sexual ecstasy. He pumped hard and fast maybe four times, and suddenly it felt like his soul was somehow erupting from the very tip of his dick, and his body was shaking and heaving from the force of his orgasm, and thick seemingly endless creamy clots of hot sperm erupted into his hands and spattered the front of his jeans.
About an hour later, Jason lie in darkness in his room. He had eaten and showered. He felt strangely content and warm and cozy. It was as if the powerful release earlier had soothed his very soul.
Things are going to work out, he told himself.
Suddenly he heard a knock on his door. “Come in,” he called out.
His mom entered his room. She seemed to have showered herself. She wore a familiar white cotton nightgown. It was soft and frilly looking. She almost looked like a teenage girl in the light of his nightlight.
She walked in and sat on his bed. When she spoke her voice was soft and gentle and infinitely loving.
“I’m so sorry about how I’ve acted lately, Jason. I’ve been under so much stress. It wasn’t fair I took it out on you sometimes. I want you to know I love you so much. I love you unconditionally, and I’m always so proud of you. Nothing you can do could ever make me stop loving you. I guess that’s all I wanted to say. Good night Jason. You’ll always be my darling perfect baby boy.”
She raised herself from the bed and walked to the door, and opened it. Just before she was about to leave, Jason spoke up. “Mom?” he asked softly.
“Yes?” she answered at the door.
“I love you, Mom. You’re the best.”
“Thanks.” Jason thought he could feel her smile in the darkness. “Good night darling.”
After she’d closed the door, Jason smiled happily to himself, and reached down toward his dick in their pajamas, which was already starting to get hard again.
