The fact that things were finally settling down for Susan Sutton was a major blessing. She was, of course, kind of torn about Don, her husband's, her forever wandering and philandering and screwing around husband's leaving. It took an element of stability from her life, actually from hers and their son James' life but she really believed that he was better gone, gone off with his latest, 'she's young and that means that I'm not getting older' dolly.
"After all," she reasoned with herself, not without justification, "He was hardly here anyway."
He no longer bothered with sex with her, not that it was ever really great for her but he just hadn't bothered very much for these past two years, leading to his dramatic announcement that 'he was in love' and leaving.
She actually smiled, when she thought of the settlement that he gave her, so eager was he to get into his new dolly's panties legally, as if he weren't already in her panties regularly.
But that wasn't Susan's problem. The sexual tension wasn't her problem any more, or the lack of sexual tension wasn't her problem any more. Don was finally gone. The house was hers, totally. A more than generous and adequate income was hers from Don's business. The alimony was hers, and she was doing fine.
She also reasoned that she'd be able now to concentrate on James. She was sure that he had picked up, in these past years, on the tension between her and Don. She realized that 18 was a difficult age, especially when your parents, when you were that age, propelled you into full adulthood with one dominant move---the divorce.
She felt that she had some making up to do with James. He had in fact been brooding during these past weeks, since she told him that this latest move of his Dad's wasn't another of his 'business trips', as he liked to call his forays out to fuck the world's young and shallow women, was not just that but was in fact him moving out totally.
She knew that James' broodiness had to be dealt with as soon as possible and was hoping that they could renew their relationship and become a better Mom and Son team. It was her hope now and what she was going to concentrate on.
She also felt a need to at least do a kind of mental inventory for herself. There were things that she needed to think about, consider and see if she could arrange or at least straighten out for herself.
Those reflections, some of them at least, were done in the darkness of her room----she sighed with the thought of it, and, she realized, the joy of it, of calling it 'her room' now---when she was alone with herself and her thoughts, and often enough, these days with her fingers rubbing and searching at and between her vagina's lips.
Susan had never been one for masturbation but sex with Don had been so vanilla and so lacking in passion. She found herself, over those years, to slowly and gradually allow herself the indulgence of masturbation. She always thought it 'dirty', from those parental lectures that she'd had to absorb and put up with. But she knew that there was at least a part of her mind that was attracted by the 'dirtiness' of it.
And that was something, a place, a state, a part of passion, that she'd never been able to have or share with Don. She'd never let him into that world of sex that she harbored within. It was her secret and one that she'd retreat to in need, although pushing it aside and not dealing with sexual issues became much more easy for her, and her fantasy world was left, for long periods of time, unattended.
"No," she thought, "This is going to be time for James and myself; we're going to deal with his tensions and get these issues between us out into the open once and for all."
She promised herself that she'd start today or tomorrow. It was that simple for her.
The breakup wasn't a big surprise for James. It had been indeed a long time since he heard the sounds of passion from his parents' room. These days he wondered if his Mom's barely suppressed sex sounds were sounds of actual passion or if they were increasingly feigned.
He'd certainly noticed a slackening of civility between them at times. He also discovered his Dad's little secrets on the computer.
James had a natural computer talent and his Dad was functional with it but only just that. With ease, when he was ready to search, James found his Dad's cache of notes from the latest Bimbo that he was fucking, some of them complete with photos.
It was one of the reasons that James was so pleased to stop and see his Dad at work. Don thought it was a sign of a great relationship between them but on James' part it was because he wanted to see in the flesh those babes, secretaries and lower functionaries, whose photos he had naked, dressed in panties and posing like some kind of leering, mindless bitch. He enjoyed being there and talking with them, knowing the secret that he knew.
He wondered more about his Mom and how she was taking it. But there were galling questions about how much his Mom tried. How forthcoming she'd been with his Dad. He suspected that his Mom knew all right about the bimbos and that she'd retreated sexually from his Dad because of it. But there were lingering questions about how involved she'd ever been with his Dad.
He also knew that either his mother's use of the computer was totally innocent or else she was better at hiding her tracks that his Dad was, and he doubted that. She was simply much more of an enigma for him.
Yes, he knew of the problems but there had been a status quo, which now was shattered and a part of him wanted to know why. He felt that he had the right to make the enquiries about it.
It was almost as if he didn't know what to expect from his Mom now. Even if she didn't feel it, he felt a tension now living here alone with her. Running into her, at times, when she wasn't fully dressed. She didn't seem to be bothered by those little slips and scenes, although he had to admit that the sight of his Mom in a robe, and he assumed, panties, in the morning was a stimulating sight for him.
He was surprised at the fact that he began to react to those kinds of scenes, her bending over the washer wearing a wrap skirt that hiked up to almost the cheek level of her panties, and react strongly.
Susan was brooding and recouping; James was seething with questions and vaguely acknowledged yearnings.
She was in the shower; he could hear it running, and didn't even try to push the mental picture of the water running over her tits, and her belly and down to her pussy hair---did she shave?---and over her ass cheeks---nice, nice ass on his Mom.
He thought of jerking off; suddenly liking the thought of jerking off with the mental image of his Mom naked in the shower cruising through his mind. But there was that ever present, nagging, bitch of a concern about his Mom and Dad. Had she loved him? Had she tried? The questions were ever present and wouldn't go away.
It might have been the tension; it might have been his suddenly and finally coming of age; it might have been a product of the rage within him that caused him to do what he did next. But once his next step was taken, he knew that he'd never be able to take that step back.
He got up from his bed and stalked to her room. He was dressed only in a pair of plaid boxers.
He opened the bathroom door, and saw her in the shower, through the plexiglass of the walls, naked, big tits, nice rounded ass, dark pussy triangle. The came the shriek that he'd been waiting for. It sounded vaguely like this, although in the bathroom, with its tiled walls, the din of it and reverberation made it hard to get it all straight:
"James . . .wha . . .here . . .naked . . .showering . . .out . . .wha . . .think . . .doing . . .out now!"
James simply gave in to his emotions at that point. The issue of his Mom and Dad had been driving him around the bend for a time and it all seemed to come to a head in that bathroom right then and there. He shouted; that is, he shouted so loud that he simply drowned out her voice. He shouted:
"Quiet, Woman!"
It's necessary to understand that Susan is not a woman who was ever, ever used to being shouted at. Certainly Don never did. If anything he was always too quiet about her, not challenging, not communicating, and ultimately not caring. She would have really relished the shouting rather than that. The only experience that Susan really had with shouting in her life was her father. He'd been periodically a shouter. But he was one whom she had obeyed with no thought, back talk, hesitation or ranker.
The shout, James' shout penetrated some part of Susan's mind and experience and it simply shut her down. She stopped her protesting; she just stared at him. She stood in the shower with the warm water spilling over her and let her son James, stare at her own nakedness. She woke up a bit at that point and covered her tits with her arm and her pussy with her hand. And he shouted again:
"Woman get those god damned hands down!"
And, following the same kind of mental path that the previous jolt followed, she did as she was told. She dropped her hands. But even as she did, she realized that a new protest was building.
She began to order James to leave the bathroom. He shouted again:
"Woman, shut the fuck up!"
Shouting: not used to it; bad language: used to it even less. Susan was struck totally silent. She stood in the spray and just stared at him.
"Now shut up and listen to me; do you understand? DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"
And of course this last was hollered almost at the top of James' lungs.
For him the shouting in and of itself felt good; the bellowing was certainly getting the job done for him, the job, that is, of getting her under control. He was, it seemed, getting a few things done here with his rage. He certainly, for this time, had his Mom under control. She wasn't going to do or say anything at this point that would set him off again.
"Yes, James, I understand!" she said, "But may I . . ."
He didn't allow her to finish:
"I SAID SHUT UP! UNTIL AND UNLESS I SPEAK TO YOU; YOU DON'T SAY A WORD, NOT ONE FUCKING WORD! SAY IT! REPEAT IT! SAY IT TO ME NOW!"
Now this was hard for her but Susan was cowed by his actions, his shouting and this very confrontation. She said, as he had instructed her:
"Until and Unless you speak to me, I don't say a word . . ." here she hesitated.
"MOTHER!" he bellowed.
And she hastened to repeat it all, though not being used to such language:
"Not one fucking word!" she said, coloring a bright red.
"Exactly!" he said to her. Then he stared at her, and the very intensity of his stare made her frightened, both for herself but for him also. It appeared that his rage was just about out of control.
"When did you stop loving him?" he demanded to know.
She wasn't really shocked by the question, just his timing and setting. But he was still red in the face; she could see the rage just below the surface of his face and feared it.
"A number of years ago," she said simply.
"Why?" he asked.
"He just didn't care; he showed very little concern. He never even yelled at me or anything," she said then with tears in her eyes.
His temper was back: "MOTHER, STAY WITH ME; DON'T YOU DARE CRY AND TRY TO GET OUT OF THIS!"
"No, no, no, James," she said quickly. "I'm okay; it's okay."
"When did he start with his fucking whores, his bimbos? Other women?" he wanted to know next.
"You knew?" she asked, shocked.
"Of course!" he said, "The fucking fool kept photos. I'll show you afterwards."
"I don't think I want to . . ."
"DON'T YOU DARE SAY 'NO' TO ME!" he bellowed.
That was it for her; a previously buried part of her simply took over. She felt herself kind of sliding into a cooperation mode. She'd do what she was told. She almost even said 'Yes, Daddy!' to James, when she realized what kind of mental state she was in.
"No, no, of course, not, James," she said. "You show me later."
He stopped then and stared at her; it was almost as if he was seeing her for the first time. He took a step toward the shower, which was still on. She was absolutely, totally unprepared for what he said and did next. Not the shouting, not his anger, not the whole hysterical scene prepared her for his words:
"Mother, you are physically perfect!" he said, this time in a soft voice but one that she heard distinctly.
There was a sharp, hard intake of breath; she was almost overwhelmed by what he said; her son, this angry, angry young man was telling her that she was physically 'perfect'. He used that word. She couldn't, in that instance, ever think of anyone else telling her that.
Then he acted, and her surprise reached its height:
He reached into his plaid boxers and actually took out his prick.
She gasped involuntarily; it was large; it was big; it was certainly bigger than Don's. Nor did she realize that she was not only thinking this but actually saying it also.
He watched her, never took his eyes off of her, and he jerked himself off into her panties, while she stared and gaped at him. The smile never left his face, as he came to his orgasm and spewed the cum into her panties.
Then he gave the panties to her. She accepted them without a word, still keeping her glance of his cock, as it shrunk back to a smaller size.
He said one word, as he left the bathroom:
"Perfect."
She stood there in the shower and she trembled. She was so confused, not knowing if she should be crying, worried, turned on or masturbating herself. She woke herself from this state with her fingers already entwined in the hair of her pussy, seeking her pussy lips, in an almost irresistible movement. Nor did she stop until she was trembling and moaning loud enough, she was sure for him to hear. But in that moment, she didn't care at all.
She looked down and still had the panties with his cum all over them in her hand. She shivered and said to herself that she hadn't had such an emotional encounter with a man----not her son, not with James----with a man, for as long as she could remember.
A little voice in her head said, in absolute wonder:
"Where did he get such passion? Certainly not from his father." And Susan realized that it was spoken with an unbridled amount of pleasure.
She finished her shower then, still tingling, and, she realized, mentally tired. In a very short while after this incident, she went to bed. The house was locked up and James was in his room. She remembered that he'd said that he was going to show her Don's photos. But she didn't want to press that. She knew full well that the initiative in all of this was James' and for now she was fine with that.
But in the morning she felt differently about it. She knew that she had to talk to him about it.
They were in the kitchen, when Susan brought it up:
"James, we have to talk about last night."
He interrupted her and said, forcefully but not too harshly:
"No, we don't! Not until I say that we do. Do you understand that, Mom?"
"Yess . . .uh, yes," she stammered, again quickly overwhelmed by the passion of his reply, though it was a fairly quiet reply this time.
"Then say it back to me; show me that you understand," he demanded.
Once again, Susan found herself giving in; she said:
"Yes, James, I understand that we won't talk about this until you say that we do."
"Good," he replied.
"Okay then," he said, "I've got to go. I won't be late today. I have those pictures to show you, and I'll want to talk, but later."
"Yes, James," she said. The initiative was his, and she knew that.
But she spent the day thinking about it. Her mind went back and forth, for it was impossible for her to totally banish from her mind the sight of his large, erect prick. She didn't have a huge amount of experience with men's cocks, outside of Don but that comparison alone was an important one. She had been and was surprised at how much bigger James' cock was than Don's. She also remembered, with a red face, the fact that she'd said it to him, when he was about to masturbate into her panties last night.
He came home in the afternoon. She didn't really know how to act toward him; she was still apprehensive. He got a coke for himself and said:
"Okay, Mom, come with me; I want to show you these."
"Yes, dear," she said, determined to make as little fuss about this as possible.
They went together to his room, where he sat her down in front of the computer.
"The fucking fool made photos of his conquests!" he said. "I couldn't believe it. They were just in a file on his computer. No hiding, nothing. Just there."
"Do I need to see these, James, honey?" she asked quietly.
"Have I already said that you do?" he asked her.
"Yes, James," she answered.
"Then?" he asked.
"Yes, I understand;" she continued. "Show them to me."
He went through the photos of naked young or youngish women with her. She recognized many of them as having worked for and with Don. Then, toward the end of the group of photos, he hesitated and said:
"Wait for this one."
She shrieked! There was a photo of her 'best friend' Rhonda Seaman; she was kneeling and sucking Don's cock. She wore only panties. Her face was clear; Don's face was clear.
"I . . .I can't believe it!" Susan said, barely able to speak.
"I'm just trying to show you what a fool he was, Mom," James said.
"I know, honey," she said. "I don't know what to do."
"I do," he said.
"What are you going to do?" Susan asked.
"You leave that to me, Mom," he said and she asked no more.
The rest of the day was calm. They had dinner and watched some tv. Susan was on edge but said nothing about what had happened. She remembered his words that he would be the one to bring it up, when it was time.
She told him, after some tv, that she was going to shower and then to bed. She said 'goodnight' to him then. She went to the bathroom and made sure that she locked the door, when she was inside.
In just a few minutes, she heard the door knob move just a little. She was relieved that she's locked it. Now she had some privacy. This was what was going on in her mind, when there was a loud, frightening crack and the door swung open. She'd just gotten her clothes off except for her panties. She shrieked from the fright of it.
"Shut up, Woman!" he said roughly and this time she knew enough to be silent, when he told her to.
"Take those off, Mom," he said, indicating her panties.
It was a testament to her frame of mind, since the past few days, that she made no trouble at all but simply took the panties off and handed them to him. He was, again, wearing only boxers. She tried to keep her eyes from fixating on the bulge in the front of his underwear but didn't really succeed.
"Take your shower!'" he said, in a voice that would accept no gainsaying.
She turned the shower on and stepped into it, and under the water. She kept her eyes on him, and knew that he was watching her intently. She had no inner resources left in this situation that would allow her to mount any kind of real or effective protest.
"Was he good in bed?" he asked.
This time there was no hesitation. This strange way and place for his questioning was simply, she realized, to be taken at face value.And the nervous tingling at having him watch her in the shower was all too present.
No, not at all," she said.
"No consideration of your needs?" he asked.
"None at all," she answered, then she laughed.
"Yes?" he said softly.
"Don small cock, called him," she said through the grin, getting a grin in return from him.
"Didn't look all that big but I thought it might have been the effect of Rhonda's fat mouth," he said.
Susan laughed.
"Did you suck his cock?" he asked.
"No," she said.
"Why?" he wanted to know.
"I didn't want to," she said.
"I see," he said softly.
The thought raced across her mind, unbidden and uncensored:
"But I'd love to do that for you."
She was shocked by the thought, and apparently her face showed it. But what was even more strange and tingling was what he said:
"Hold that thought for another time, Mom."
"Yes, uh, yes, James."
"So, it could have been better, Mom?" he asked.
"Yes, James, it could have been better," she answered.
"But there wasn't much incentive to make it better, I guess," he concluded.
"No, honey, there wasn't," she admitted.
He seemed to be satisfied with that. He took a step toward the door and then apparently thought better of it. He moved instead to the door of the shower stall. He pulled it open, and Susan only stared at him. He had picked up her used panties on his way tot the shower stall. Tonight, however, he removed his boxers altogether.
She had an unexpected intake of breath, when she saw him naked, and his large erection jutting out up against his stomach.
He began to jerk off, while she watched. She was fascinated, like the animal in the headlights. He was vigorous about and staring into her eyes all the while. When he came, he was close enough to her to spray the cum onto her stomach and even a few globs on her tits. He held out her panties then and wiped his cock, and handed the panties to her.
"Thank you, James," she said, "Not knowing what else to do or say."
He walked from the room and her gaze never left the swing and sway of his ass cheeks. She was impressed, just impressed.
He got to the door and said:
"Mom, no more pantyhose; I don't like them. Do you understand?"
She shook her head 'yes', almost afraid to speak.
"Talk to me!" he shouted and it jolted her from the reverie she was having watching his naked ass.
"Yes, James," she said, "No more panty hose; you don't like them."
"Right," he said, "Shop; stockings!"
"Yes, James, I'll shop for stockings tomorrow."
She said that and she wondered because she was almost unaccountably upbeat about it. She thought about it later and realized that it was a turn on for her, and really pleasant that a man was telling her what he wanted for her to do. She needed to file that away for thinking about later tonight.
"And no more cotton panties," he said, "Except for your time of the month."
"Yes, James, no more cotton panties; I'll shop!' she said with a smile.
He was at the door of the bathroom then but turned again:
"He's a fool, Mom; you are so fucking perfect! Why in hell didn't he see that?"
There were tears in her eyes as he was leaving. Over his shoulder he said:
"If you masturbate now, like you did yesterday, then make sure that you do it again tonight in bed."
"Yes, James," she said, "I will."
"And, Mom," he said softly.
"Yes, honey?" she replied.
"Don't ever try to lock me out again," he said softly, but meaning it.
"No, honey, I surely won't," she said back to him and she meant it too.
Once he was gone she was left weak kneed and almost automatically sought to run her fingers into her pussy. The thought of how wonderful it felt yesterday was still in her mind and she wanted it now, as she began to play with herself. Her head was thrown back and her eyes closed, as she brought herself to an orgasm, only to look up and see him standing in the doorway. He smiled and then closed the door.
She knew it would indeed be a long time before she would be able to get the picture of him naked out of her mind.
Later that night, she remembered what he'd said. She'd already cleared her drawer of panty hose, and most of her cotton panties, only keeping a very few pair for those times of the month, when she'd want them.
She settled down and realized she was restless with wondering if he was still naked in bed. She was no longer thinking of him only as James. He'd become an altered form for her; he was the naked man, the masturbating man in the bathroom. That was a different thing. These were the thoughts, accompanied by the, still real, vision of his naked ass cheeks, as he'd walked across the bathroom. She was captivated by it, dominated by it, as she played with herself before sleep.
The next day was a busy one for both of them. They did get together for lunch, after he'd worked on a project in his room for the morning.
"I sent those photos out," he said casually.
"Out?" she asked.
"Yes," he said, "First to Ben Seaman but then also to the husbands of the others. I tracked them down through one of his company registries. They were all there; they were all married."
He turned to her. The news made her a bit pale but she held her emotions in.
"How did he do it?" he wanted to know.
"I don't know," she said.
"He ignored you," he said next.
"He ignored me," she agreed, "But he had charm enough for everyone else."
"So it seems," she said, a tear in her eye.
"No more of that," he said sharply, "No more crying for Don! We're beyond that; we're beyond Don. Just no more now."
She suddenly agreed, for she knew he was right in what he was saying.
"No, no more crying for Don," she said.
"Shopping this afternoon," she said brightly then, sliding into another subject.
"Good," he said, "I want you stylish and sexy!"
"Stylish and sexy it is then!" she said with a grin on her face.
She had just only stopped short of adding "For my man! For my James!" to that sentence. It kind of shocked her that the words, those words were about to tumble out so easily but she knew that they were.
"What are you shopping for?" he asked pleasantly.
"Oh, things I need; panties, bras, some skirts I think," she answered.
"Heels" he said. "Classy, sexy heels!"
"Oooooooo, I like that idea," she said next.
"By the way," he said, as he got up to leave, "I masked the address that those photos came from. They can't be traced to here."
"Oh," she said, "That was probably a good idea."
"Let them deal with it, all of them," was his next statement. Then his face softened and he said:
"Happy shopping, Mom."
"Thank you, James," she said.
For Susan the tension was building. She wasn't sure if their night time meetings in the bathroom, whose door he had repaired, but then she didn't plan to lock it anymore, were a kind of not to be mentioned secret or if it had so gone beyond that, that there was no need to dwell on those things. It confused her a bit. But she was pleased to have a focus. He'd mentioned what he wanted her to shop for and she was pleased, and, yes, a bit tingly about getting that shopping done.
Her shopping was successful, and she was looking forward to the chance to show him, a soon as possible. She thought that the suggestion of a 'fashion parade' might be too obvious and she was still unsure of herself.
That night she went into the bathroom to shower, and was in the shower. She heard him at the door and the horrible thought struck her that she'd inadvertently locked the door. She got out of the shower and scuttled to the door opening it. He stood there fuming.
She went back and got into the shower, never taking her eyes off of him.
"I'm so sorry, James," she said, "It was just an old habit; I promise it won't happen again."
"It had better not," he said. He wore, as before, boxers.
Then he looked around and said: "Where are your panties?"
She remembered putting them in the hamper in the bedroom, after she took them off there. She got a stricken look on her face, asking herself how she could have been so forgetful and stupid tonight. She realized that she'd been thinking so much about looking good for him, that she let her mind go on automatic and screwed everything up.
"You know I use them," he said slowly.
She looked at him and shook her head 'yes', as he advanced on her, still in the shower.
"Don't you, Mom?" he said, a kind of grim smile on his face now, scaring her outright.
"Yes, James," she admitted, "I know that, and I'm so sorry."
"Well, let's get them then," he said, pushing the plexiglass shower door farther open, and grabbing her by the arm, bringing her out of the shower.
He fairly pulled her across the room.
"James . . ." she began.
"Not a word!" he bellowed at her.
When he got her to the door, he apparently had a different thought because he turned to her and said:
"Arms in the air, over your head."
Susan did what she was told immediately. She had never, ever felt this much in someone else's power before in her life. She didn't know if she was more scared or more turned on. She was trembling, uncertain, unsure, waiting, and then he slapped her ass really hard.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" she wailed, looking over her shoulder at him. He had a feral kind of gin on his face.
She'd moved her hands and arms and he yelled:
"Arms in the air!"
Her arms shot up into the air and he hit her again and the decision was made for her. The fright was gone, totally gone. In its place was an overwhelming heat that began to suffuse her entire body and possess her. He continued to slap her ass.
She began to count the spanks without being told:
"Ohhhh, three . . . Ohhhhhhhh, four . . .ohhhhh, five!"
"Well," he yelled at her then, "Are you going to obey now?"
"Yes, I'm going to . . .ohhhhhhhhhh!"
The dam burst in Susan just then. It was like a melt down for her. She literally flung herself to her knees and grabbed hold of his cock from his shorts.
She was half crying, half laughing as she looked up at him and said:
"Can I have it? May I? Please, may I? James, I don't do this well but I swear, swear, swear that,if you'll let me I'll practice and be the best for you, the best . . ."
"The best what, Mom?" he asked, smiling at her, and knowing that he'd won.
""You know!" she said desperately.
"Well, you don't want it obviously enough to be honest with me about it; so let go!" he said severely.
"The best cock sucker! You'll see," she said, "There won't be any others who'll suck your cock, take your prick in their mouth like I will. Will you please let me? Will you, James?"
"Give it a try!' he said grinning at her, kneeling in front of him, slavering to have his cock in her mouth, totally now his creature.
She took the head of it in her mouth and he barked at her:
"No hands!"
Her hands shot up into the air and she pulled off of the prick long enough to say back to him: "No hands!"
She looked up at him and said, licking the cock head as she did and smiling at him:
"I'll be everything for you; you let me do this and I will, I promise. Tell me what to do and I'll do it. Anytime and anywhere! James, I mean it, I really do."
"We'll find that out, Mom, now suck my cock!"
"Oh, yes," and she did.
It was difficult for her; she had little experience with Don but she was enthusiastic about it. That was in her favor, and she was privately thrilled. She was, she thought, blowing the man in the bathroom, the man who barges into her shower in the bathroom, who even breaks down the door, when it is locked. Just the use of the terms 'blowing' made her giggle inwardly. She couldn't believe how much different this was than anything at all with Don.
She worked at getting more and more of his cock into her mouth; she crept her lips along the hard surface and gained ground with it. She still didn't quite know what to do with her hands and then had a notion, a wonderful notion; she reached around and grabbed one of his ass cheeks with each hand, and giggled as she did, even with the cock in her mouth.
"Like that do you, Mom?" he asked, smiling down at her.
She shook her head 'yes' and squeezed his ass cheeks with her hand. This was a thrill for Susan. The mental picture of his ass, white from where his swim trunks covered, contrasted to the rest of his tanned skin, never left her mind's eye. Now she was serving him, gladly, fully but she was reserving for herself this pleasure of playing with his ass, while she struggled with his big cock in her mouth.
She was trying to make it as good for him as possible. She wasn't really experienced with this. Don had often urged her to blow him but she had just as often refused. It wasn't anything that she wanted to do. So, she couldn't readily understand or explain the wantonness that James had awakened in her; it was a wantonness that, she realized, would deny him nothing at all---a frightening and exciting thought.
"You look good down there sucking on my cock!" he said, she smiled at him.
" It's what you need to be doing!" he said next and got another agreeable head shake from his busy Mom.
Soon enough she began to periodically gag, as she strove to take more and more of his cock into her mouth. She realized that she wasn't going to get past the gagging either but then he changed the situation totally.
The cock in her mouth kind of swelled and her mouth and throat were filled with his cum. Susan struggled mightily now to contain it all but it didn't work. Not only did it start to run out of her mouth but she began to cough with the amount that he was pouring into her. She coughed and got it all over his stomach and herself, with rivulets of it running down her chin and neck and onto the swelling of her tits and her hard nipples.
This was too much for her; she began to cry, still holding onto his ass.
"I'm so sorry," she wailed. "I've so seldom done that; never with . . .with your Father; I was hoping to make it so good for you."
Meanwhile, James had hauled her to her feet and held her close, whispering into her ear:
"It was perfect! Nice, hot, sweet willing; a good blow job, and you know what? Mom?"
She looked up at him, the tears still running down her face:
"It was okay?" she asked.
"It was wonderful," he said.
"I promise to keep doing it until I get good at it!" she said then.
"Deal!" he said with a smile.
"Oh, James, I've been so confused about this but I don't care, I just don't care, and I'm not going to say 'no' to anything at all."
"Sounds exciting, Mom," he said to her, kissing at the tears on her cheeks.
She loved that and buried her face into his chest.
"You are so wonderful to be with!" she said, "Not like . . ."
She stopped herself but he finished it:
"Not like Dad?" he asked.
"No," she answered, "And I promise, James, to not keep bringing him up; I'm just struck by how different you are, physically and the way you deal with me. It's just wonderful."
She began to weep again.
"Sorry," she said.
"Don't apologize," he said to her,"I understand what you're feeling."
"I know you do; that's part of the wonder of it all," she said to him.
"You know what, Mom?" he said then.
"What, honey?" she responded.
"I think we're stuck together," he said calmly.
This made her giggle.
"Water's still running," he said, "Wasteful; let's shower. I guess I didn't need the panties this time!"
"I guess not," she said, and, smiling up at him, went on: "But I'd like to learn how to . . .give you pleasure that way too."
"You mean jerk me off?" he asked.
She giggled, "Yes, I'd like to learn how to jerk you off."
"Sounds like lots of learning to do," he quipped at her, "Practice at blow jobs and learning how to jerk me off!"
"Whoohoo!" she whooped, suddenly really animated, "Love the sound of it."
"Shower, babe," he said.
They got into the shower but her nakedness was once again having an effect on him. He'd taken the soap and washed her, leaving her pussy area until last. She began a kind of chanting moan, as he first used the cloth and then his hand on her pussy hair and then lips and then he began to insert his finger inside of her.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh! You are so clever!" she sighed.
"You are so wet," he said, and turned her, telling her to put her hands against the wall and bend just a little at the waist.
"Are you going to . . .?" she said breathlessly.
"Yes, Mom," he said, "This won't be fucking, though, this will be love!"
When he said that, he moved his hips to get himself into position and inserted the head of his cock into her pussy.
"Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! James! James! That feels so filling!" she crooned at him, as he pushed and got his cock all the way inside of her.
Then she squealed as he lifted her up off of her feet and held her in place, impaled on his cock.
"Tell me whose girl you are!" he said into her ear, almost out of breath himself.
"Yours, James! I'm your girl!" she said, reaching back and getting her hands on the side of his lovely ass cheeks.
"Am I your bitch now, James? Am I?" she asked, half out of her mind with the glory of his fucking.
He laughed, and said: "Susan Sutton, you sure are! My bitch! My personal piece of ass! My own slut!"
"Oh, nice dirty names! Nice! Nice!" she said as he began to move her up and down on his prick.
"Awww, James," she wailed then, "It's been months and months and months with only my hand."
"Lonely time's over, Susan!" he said into her ear.
Then in a strained voice he said:
"Here it comes!" Then he began to move her vigorously so that with a final shout into the streaming water, she came also.
He clasped her to himself tightly before letting her down. She turned as soon as she could and asked him, blushing all the while:
"Can I clean him?" she asked.
"Clean? You mean wash?" he asked.
"I mean this," she said, kneeling and taking the cock into her mouth to swirl it and clean him off.
"Oh, you do that part well," he said.
"Us sluts know how to do such things," she said with a big grin on her face.
Then she took the soap and began to wash him, as he'd previously washed her. It was a total treat, especially when she had him face around and she got to wash his wonderful ass cheeks.
As she was finishing, on an impulse, she bent down and kissed his ass, a kiss on each cheek for him.
"Mmmm," he said, "Gold cup service in this place!"
"Only the finest for our best customers," she said.
"I'm so tired!' she said finally, and his answer was to scoop her up into his arms and take her to her bedroom to tuck her in.
She settled down with a sigh as he kissed her and went to his own.
She was tired but restless. She finally decided to obey her wishes and went to his room. He had just put his computer down for the night and was sitting on the edge of his bed.
She knocked softly and opened the door, when he called to her.
She stood there naked and said:
"James, please come to me! I don't want to sleep there alone!"
"I was giving you some space, Mom," he said.
"I don't need space, James," she said very softly, "I need you."
He said nothing more but just got up and went to her, picking her up in his arms again and taking her to her bedroom, putting her down on the bed. He went and put the rest of the lights out, locked the doors and, when he came back, she was reclining on the bed with her arms out for him, her legs spread wide and a huge grin on her face.
They settled into the bed and she snuggled against him.
"James," she said, "Can I ask you a few favors? Please?"
"Of course, Mom," he said.
"These are very special favors,"she said, "I never asked, uh Don, for such things; I've only ever said these kinds of things in my mind but I know that I can say them to you."
"Now you've got me interested," he said.
"I'm glad it's dark in here," she said, "I don't know if I could say these things with the lights on."
He laughed and said: "Major stuff?"
"Yes," she said, laughing too, "Major stuff."
She snuggled closer, liking the way that her nipples were rubbing against his upper arm, and, before she spoke, she gave into a whim and ran her hand down his side until she was able to cup his ass cheek with the hand. She sighed a great sigh.
"Nice touch, Mom," he said.
"I'm feeling kind of, I don't know, forward," she explained, "Maybe kind of slutty! I don't think that I've ever let myself feel this way before."
"Well, if that's the case, I like the new you!" he answered.
"Yes," she said confidently, "So do I. But I have to ask my things."
"Go ahead," he said to her.
"James, I'd like . . .I, uh, want, or am asking for you to make me do all sorts of slutty things. I don't know what I mean but I do know that you'll know what they are, much better than I. I've been so, I guess, vanilla for such a long time, and this just feels like, uh, like coming out."
She hesitated and he didn't interrupt her; then she went on:
"At first you scared the daylights out of me but what dawned slowly and with such great great sexual, erotic heat was that you were, I don't know, kind of taking me over, and I surprised myself by just wanting that to happen."
She kissed his cheek and squeezed his ass cheek, and then went on:
"You called me those wonderful dirty names before but I want to be that way; I want to live those names. I know you can help me, if you will."
"I certainly will," he said.
He kissed her back and said in a whisper to her:
"You might be my Mom but now you're my cunt!"
She shivered, and said:
"Oh, yes, James' cunt!" She giggled then and said:
"Maybe I should get a tattoo!"
He laughed and said: "I guess we'll wait for that though."
"There's more," she said.
"Wow!" was his response.
"I know that I was terrible at the blow job, and I appreciate you being so nice to tell me it was fine. But I will practice with you, that I promise,and when I get better or even good, I'd like . . .I'd like as a reward to be able to, to be allowed to, uh, play with your ass."
"Lovely thought!" he said, kissing her again.
Thank you, James, for letting me say those things. She snuggled into him closer and very soon, her hand falling from his ass cheek, she slept. She slept soundly too.
It wasn't until the next morning that she started to revive from her deep sleep, feeling, as she began to wake, a hand at her tit, caressing the nipple.
"Don, don't!" she said a bit crossly.
"Don isn't!" came the answer and her eyes flew open and saw that James was looking down at her and still had his hand at her nipple.
"Ohhh," Susan sighed, "Oh, James."
"Yes, welcome to reality, Mom; it's James," he said.
"Doing nice things!" she replied.
"Yes, the bad old days are gone, Mom; it's just us here now," he said, still playing with her nipple.
"James, I might be doing things that are wrong but this is wonderful for me, I have to say it, just wonderful," she said in a soft voice.
Then she got a playful look on her face and said: "It's so wonderful that maybe I should tell the girls about it."
"The girls?" he asked and then it dawned on him, and laughing he said: "Oh, you mean Aunt Carol and Aunt Catherine! Tell them by all means; I could use more bitches in my stable!"
She squealed with laughter then, partially hiding her face with her hands.
"I haven't made sounds like that for a long time," she said.
"You're right, Mom, not since last night!" he said.
Then she came out with a peal of laughter again. She looked at him, lying next to her and his nakedness and said:
"Oh, look at you!"
She put a hand tentatively on his hip and said:
"May I please practice?"
"Practice what?" he asked feigning ignorance.
"Practice my cock sucking!" she said, blushing.
"Mom wants to be a better slut?" he asked.
"She wants to be the best slut that James could have!" she said.
"Better maybe that Aunt Carol and Aunt Catherine?" he asked, getting from her another squeal of laughter.
"Much better than Carol and Catherine; they're not here and I am, and I'm get to practice on you and they don't!" she said almost defiantly.
"And remember the reward, Mom," he said.
"Reward?" she asked, thinking.
"Yes, your lips on my ass!" was his reply.
"Maybe just a little bite to your ass then?" she asked the defiant look back on her face.
"Know what you just did?" he asked.
"What?" she replied mystified.
"You just earned yourself a spanking! This afternoon!" he said in a hard voice.
Susan squealed!
"Really?" she asked.
"Really!" he asserted.
"Not kidding?" she asked.
"Totally bare assed and over my knee!" he said.
She looked at him and said softly but with great emotion:
"James that makes me wet just thinking of it; I'd better begin here or I'll cum just from this conversation."
She moved so that her head was positioned over the head of his stiff cock, which was pressed against his stomach.
"Come to momma" she crooned, blowing a hot breath on the head of his prick.
She wasn't as tense this time, and it went much better. She had little or no trouble getting his cock to and past the point where yesterday it had gagged her, and now with no incident. She had thought about it and was putting into practice what she'd been thinking about. She would drag her head up and off of the cock, locking her lips around it, as her head moved, and moving the skin up and down with her head. She paused every time then to lick the underside of his cock head, especially when she noticed how excited this made him.
"Fuck!" he exclaimed, "The way you've learned in a short time how to suck a cock!"
She grinned at him and, still licking the shaft, said with a twinkle in her eye:
"Probably better than Carol or Catherine?"
"Five more ass slaps added to your spanking!" was his reply.
When he said it, she squealed in delight and then he came back with:
"At least better than Aunt Catherine!" and she squealed again.
She pushed herself a little then, getting more and more of the cock into her mouth; she had a goal for herself about how much of it she would, could take into her mouth and she succeeded.
Then he said in a strangled voice:
"Cumming now!"
She clamped her lips around the girth of his cock and prepared herself; she took his shooting sperm and swallowed it, and was pleased that she was able to keep up with it, never letting his prick out of her mouth, until it was softening and cleaned.
"Great blow job!" he said with a smile.
"Thank you, James," she replied, "Better than Aunt Carol and Aunt Catherine?"
He laughed and said: "That blow job had Aunt Catherine beat cold; but the way Aunt Carol sucks cock! I don't know."
She reacted with the same joyful and wicked squeal that he'd heard before.
"It's so much fun to tease you!" he said, as she clung to him.
"Are you really going to spank me?" she asked, her mouth against his chest.
"Yes," he said, "This afternoon, over my lap, you naked! And . . ."
She broke in with a startled voice: 'There's also an 'and'?"
"Yes, there is," he said. "Shall I tell you or do you wish to make matters with the spanking worse by constantly interrupting me?"
"Sorry, James," she said meekly, and he laughed and kissed her nose.
"And," he began then, "I'm going to fuck you in the ass!"
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKK!" she yelled.
She peeked up at him from her position with her head on his chest and said softly:
"Goody for me!"
Then her face fell.
"What?" he wanted to know.
"What time is it?" she said, and discovered that it was 9 AM.
"Your father said he was coming by at 11 AM to pick up the package that is in the hall way for him," she said, dismayed.
"I'll be here and we'll face him together," James said, "And I have a plan."
"Plan?" she asked.
"Yes, I want you to wear one of those pleated minis that you bought, and a tee shirt and the new heeled sandals. We're going to make you look like walking, talking sex!"
She giggled: "Oh, I like that!"
"We're going to teach that fucking fool just who it is that he has passed over!" he asserted.
"You won't leave me with him?" she asked.
"No, of course not; but I will guarantee you one thing," he said.
"What's that?" she wanted to know.
"He will want to screw you this afternoon!" he said.
"You think so?" she asked.
"I know so," he said, "And we're going to send him away frustrated. His days between your legs are gone!"
"And yours are just beginning!" she said with joy.
"Yes, when I can take the time away from fucking Aunt Carol to get to you!" he said, laughing his way through the end of the statement.
Her squeal was cosmic and she shouted:
"Even if I get more spanks, I'm going to bite your ass!"
She moved into position and gave him a small bite in the ass, finishing it off with a tongue licking on the same spot.
"I bet your Aunt Carol wouldn't do that!" she crowed, and then added: "No, stop, I don't want to hear what you have to say about my lovely sister!"
They ended up both hugging each other and laughing.
"Okay, breakfast, Mom," he said, "Then we get ready."
They were ready for Don's visit in plenty of time. Susan, following James' orders, was dressed in a short black pleated mini and heeled sandals. She wore a small tee shirt that she had, and, though they considered no bra, she had a lacy soft bra on beneath the tee shirt, that showed her nipples pretty plainly.
James produced some fake tattoos and fixed them onto her waist just above the swell of her ass cheeks. They gothic letters "M" and "B".
"M & B?" she asked.
"Yes, 'my bitch!'" he said, setting her off giggling.
She did her hair up and applied makeup and lipstick. She hadn't bothered for the past 3/4 of a year with Don to dress herself up in this fashion.
He was impressed as soon as he walked in the door. He stammered once he saw her about how good she looked.
She didn't bother to thank him. She told him that the package that he wanted was in the hall way but he said that he wanted to talk to her.
James smiled; he knew it was working as they had planned. He went to the doorway of the living room. Don was already trying to get closer to Susan on the couch, when James entered the room.
"Hey, Dad," James said.
"Oh, hi, James," he said, "If you don't mind, your Mom and I need some privacy to talk just a bit. "
James said: "I do mind, Dad! All you want is to fuck Mom and that's not going to happen."
"I beg your pardon, young man," Don said, "Watch your attitude or I'll correct it for you."
"Bring it on, Dad!" James said smiling. He was already bigger and more fit than his Dad ever was. Don made no move at all. Susan suppressed a smile barely.
James had in his hand a folder.
"You know, Dad, if you're horny, I think that you should probably go and fuck her . . ."
He produced the first of the photos that he had showing his father and one of the other women.
"Or her . . .or her . . .or her . . ."
He went on this way producing and dropping into his Dad's lap one photo after another and ended with the photo of Rhonda Seaman, saying:
"Or maybe you should go and fuck Mom's best friend!"
"I'm leaving," Don said.
"About time," Susan said, as she got up and followed Don to the door. When he was gone, she turned and launched herself at James, hugging and kissing him.
"That was fabulous!" she said pressing herself against James, and holding on tightly.
While they were entwined with one another, he said to her softly, whispering into her ear:
"Mom, it's spanking time! A little celebration, I think!"
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she wailed into his chest.
Then she looked up at him and said a soft: "Yes, James."
She got up and with no hesitation began to undress. First the tee shirt was put aside and then the bra next. Soon she stood there totally naked but blushing.
"I'm nervous, James," she said.
"Easy as pie," he answered and sat in the chair, patting his lap. She moved then and splayed herself over his lap, and he began.
He started by running his hand over the surface of her lovely ass.
"Lovely ass!' he said with a sigh.
"Nice as Carol's?" she quipped.
"Okay," he said,"If that's our attitude then spanking!"
He slapped her ass, and she bucked and cried out, the heat surging through her from her ass cheek where he'd hit her.
"Ohhhh," she cried.
"Different than Carol's," he said confidently, and she hooted but her hoot was cut off by his next spank.
It landed on the other ass cheek and again she reacted semi-violently to the slap, bouncing in his lap. He alternated his slaps with simple rubbing his hand over her ass.
The spanking soon had her writhing in heat instead of pain; it was a result that she never foresaw but that gradually came upon her and transformed the spanking incident into one of increased passion. Before Susan was totally aware of what was happening, and while James' hard hand was still pounding down on her unprotected, naked ass cheeks; she came, loudly, actively, and sensuously she came.
James laughed and said: "That's my girl!" as he grabbed her from his lap and held onto her tightly.
As he held her, he whispered to her:
"Lovely new things soon, Mom."
"Will I like them?" she asked.
"Did you like this?" he responded.
"Oh, yes," he said. "And besides," he continued, "Aunt Carol liked them; so you will."
She hooted at him then and said: "You are so terrible!"
He held her at arms length and grinned at her; then he lowered her to the floor and stood over her and took his own clothes off and joined her there. She was, as usual, fascinated by the sight of his rampant, stiff cock, ready for her.
"For me?" she asked coyly.
"Well, no," he said earnestly, "I'm expecting Aunt Carol any second."
She started to pound his chest with her fist.
"You're terrible!" she wailed.
"Okay, Mom, I'll let it go but you're so much fun to tease!" he said laughing.
"I noticed," she said, "Now come to me; do me!"
"Gladly!" was his answer, as he settled between her legs and grasped her hips with his hands, pulling her up to him, fitting himself into her, while she eagerly wrapped her legs around his waist.
Their day was quiet after that. He had some chores to do and they had a pleasant dinner and a tv movie afterwards. By the end of the day he was tired. They both opted for a shower before bed. She enjoyed the chance to wash him, and was very thorough about it.
"My you do that well," he said, holding his hands up in the air, as she washed him all over.
When they were finished, he went into the bedroom and she stayed to dry herself, put on some body cream and get ready for bed. His had been an active day and he was already asleep when she went into the bedroom. She just looked at him, at his naked beauty, his youth and wondered at her own inhibitions in taking him, her lovely son as a lover.
"It won'd last," is what she said to herself and filed all the rest of the baggage for later thought, if at all.
She did, however, have a purpose tonight. She had a tube of bright red lipstick in her hand and had fetched her digital camera. She couldn't resist a photo of him lying on the bed, his white ass, from where his shorts protected him from the sun, gleaming in the room.
But Susan had plan; she'd decided, with him asleep now to cover those white ass cheeks, his glorious buns with red lipstick lip imprints. She was going to feast on his ass. It was a wild notion, an uncharacteristic one, at least uncharacteristic for her life with Don but right now it seemed like the very best idea that she could have.
He was well and fairly out of it, and didn't wake, when she got onto the bed. She moved to kneel next to him, at about his waist and bent down and kiss his left ass cheek, leaving a huge lipstick imprint.
Susan giggled! She liked this!
Next she decorated his right ass cheek, same luscious lip imprint. Still he didn't stir.
Then she went on from there making a ladder of lips imprints up his ass crack to the top of the swell of his cheeks.
Susan was having a wonderful time.
"Now we get serious," she said, after taking a photo of James' decorated ass.
For her the giggly part was pretty much over, now she was breathing heavily, as she proceeded with her plan. She separated his ass cheeks and just stared at the pinkish rosebud of his ass hole. She began to kiss the inner sides of his ass cheeks, and only gradually came to his ass hole. She forced his ass cheeks apart farther and, with both lips, kissed his ass hole, as though it were his mouth, running an active and lingering tongue around the ass hole rosebud in the process.
"Ohhhh," he moaned finally. "That feels wonderful! Have you done that before? Ever did it to Dad?"
"No," she said, leaning down and whispering in his ear, "But I have done it to your Aunt Carol!" (She bit his ass, after saying that.)
James hooted and said: "Spanking for that, the snottiness and the bite but later; right now I'm going to lie here and let this happen."
"Good!" she said, "And thanks for the anticipated spanking!"
Then she kissed his ass again and moved quickly back to her task of kissing his ass hole. Her tongue became more and more active and finally breached the rosebud entrance and gained a little room inside of his ass hole.
"OOOOOOOOOOO!" he said, raising his hips up so that his growing prick could rise up against his stomach.
She reacted to the opportunity gladly and quickly. She reached around and grabbed his cock and began to stroke it, getting more moans from James.
"That's it, honey," she said, "You fuck Momma's hand, while I continue to play with this lovely ass."
"Oh, yes, you wicked bitch!" he crooned, as he began vigorously to fuck her hand, holding onto his cock tightly.
She buried her face again into his ass crack and pushed with her tongue to gain a little more room inside of his ass hole.
"Oh fuck! What a tongue on the woman!" he said in a loud exhalation of air,.
"Going to cum!" he said in a strained voice.
She pushed on his hip then, extracting her face from his ass and said urgently:
"No, in my mouth!"
Once he was on his back, she continued to jack at his cock and clamped her mouth over his cock, and with a quick movement had a little more of his prick in her mouth and toward her throat than she ever had before, as he spasmed and began to cum.
"Jeez, can you ever get a cock into your mouth! What a mouth on the woman!"
"Better than Aunt Carol?" she asked with a grin, "Remember before answering that I have my teeth on your prick, son!"
"Much better!' he said, and then he said, laughing, "Mom, I will never be able to face Aunt Carol with a straight face again!"
She agreed and they both laughed until they had tears in their eyes. Then she finished the project of cleaning him off and snuggled with him.
"I've got pictures of my lip imprints all over your ass!" she said triumphantly.
"Well aren't you that cat that ate the cream?" he said.
"Top pussy, that's me!" she crowed, and he slapped her ass, and she subsided with a loud 'eeeek'.
"I love you, James," she said, hugging him.
"I love you to, Susan," he answered, and kissed her between her bright and shiny eyes, as she gazed at him.
James called her the next day, while he was out. She picked up the phone and James's voice whispered into the phone: "Hi, slut!"
"Oh, hi," she answered almost breathlessly.
"I need a favor, Mom,"he continued.
"Uh, yes, anything" she said quite willingly.
"I have some friends here and we're going to watch some videos but we would like to have some beer. Can you do that?"
"Yes, of course, love, I can do that," she said.
"We'll be coming home shortly," he said.
She didn't know if she should expect anything or not; she did know that she was nervous but, she reasoned with herself. "He'll be there." And that seemed to be enough for her.
Then a wicked thought crossed her mind. She had only recently showered but had not yet dressed. She dressed in a pleated white mini, a brown silk over blouse, which was gathered at the waist, showing, if she wanted, her navel and some creamy skin at her waist; she omitted a bra so that her nipples would react to the silk; she included heels and thigh high stockings, brown opaque.
"I'll just show them," she said to herself with some satisfaction. "And if he asks," she thought, "I'll tell him that I was dressing for him, which is too true."
She ran her errand rather more contented than she had started out, getting the beer and driving home. He met her at the door, taking in what she was wearing with a lewd smile. "Lookin' good, Mom," he said with feeling.
"Oh," she tried to be nonchalant, "I was only out for some shopping."
"I see," he smiled. "You sure you're not just trying to look real good for me?" He reached out and licked her lips with his tongue as he said this.
She was taken aback just a little by this, since they were s till on the front porch. She certainly hoped no one was watching "Hey," he said to her brightly, "come on and meet my buds."
"Uh, sure," she answered now smiling. "But are you sure that you guys don't just want to be alone."
His bringing friends over for video games was a treat for himself that he often planned.
"Mom," he said getting an edge in his voice, "Just do what I tell you."
"Sorry, James, love," she said, "Of course."
Her nervousness increased.
They went into the house and downstairs to the den. As soon as they came down the stairs, two other young guys, sitting there watching a video, got up.
"Hey, guys," he said with enthusiasm, "look who's here! My Mom!"
There was a chorus of good natured answers: "The beer lady!"
She bowed to them with mock politeness as she held up the beer that they'd requested.
"This is Kenny, and Matt," he said next.
"Hi, fellas," she said with a big smile. "Having a mini bash today?"
There was another chorus of answers with mixed 'yeahs,' ' you bet,' and 'yeah cools'.
"Well," she said turning to James, "Well, enjoy yourselves. I brought you a little cheer in the bag."
Now the answers were all variations on 'cool! and thanks.' Then she turned to head for the steps.
"Wait a minute," James said, putting a light restraining hand on her arm. "Stand there just a minute."
Susan did as she was told, now wondering what he had in mind.
James had gone to the corner of the room and turned on a computer, flooding the room with slow music. He came back to her quickly, saying, softly, "Here, Mom, dance with me."
It caught Susan off guard. She folded into him with pleasure. He put his hand in the small of her back with his large fingers spread. She was really aware of his hand there.
"This is nice, James," she whispered.
"Thought you'd like it," was his reply.
Directly into her ear he whispered, "Tell me about your panties, my dirty girl!"
She sighed softly, "Rose colored nylon bikinis, a color that I think you like."
"Hmmm," he said next, "Nice, edible." Then he added: "Sore after the spanking?"
"Not anymore!" she said.
"I'll have to give you another one!" he said then.
"Promises, promises!" she quipped.
"It's getting more and more severe!" he warned. "You do look lovely, Mom," he said then, "Kenny and Matt are impressed."
"Thank you," came her reply.
"Hey," one of the guys said,"no whispering! Not fair."
The song ended and Susan said: "Okay, fellas, I'm outta here."
But then there was a chorus of protests. Each of the other guys also wanted a dance. She did. She enjoyed it because she really enjoyed dancing and was good at it, even though Don could never dance to save his life, and they never went dancing.
The experience was different with each. Kenny was a good dancer and brazenly held her so that he was stomach to stomach with her. She thought that she even detected the beginning of a stirring erection. It gave her a hot flash. Matt was smooth on the dance floor and that also turned her on, a really good dancer.
When Matt's dance song ended, she sighed. "That was very, very nice, guys, now the beer lady is going to leave. Enjoy!"
But once again James restrained her: "Come on, one more round for us. We're having such a good time."
He was smiling at her and that won her over. "Okay, one more round," she agreed, and added:
"Are you sure that I'm not in the way?"
Then she was up against him again, and with him there was no doubt about the stirring erection. She could feel it and pressed herself against it, so that his erection was rubbing against her.
He whispered into her ear: "Rose colored, uh?"
"Yes, love," was her whispered response.
Then she knew something was coming but didn't know what to expect.
"Let's see," was his next comment.
Her response was a bit of shock and a bit of more turn on, as she felt his hands unbutton the waist band of her skirt and allow it to flutter to the floor. Now she was dancing wearing her heels and brown opaque thigh high stockings, her brown silk shirt and panties. She was completely aware of the show that this was providing for the others.
The comments, dirty comments, about her ass and how nice it was came immediately from the appreciative guys.
She began to say something, she wasn't sure if it would be protest or what, when he cut her off. "Not a word of protest, you beautiful bitch, you're the entertainment here."
Her only answer was to sigh: "Ohhhhhh!" and put her head on his shoulder.
The others were all eyes as James's hands slipped down into the back of her nylon panties, gripping her ass cheeks and kneading them both. The music ended and Kenny had her now. They danced crotch to crotch, his erection pressed against her. She pressed back. His hands too slipped into her panties and found her ass cheeks prompting a little cry from her, as one long finger entered her asshole to explore.
"Ohhhhhhh," she almost wailed, as the finger went deep into her ass. Now his other hand was covering her pussy through her panties.
"She getting wet, guys! She likes this."
"There are a lot of things that this slut likes," was James's response.
Kenny pulled her panties deep into the crack of her ass, framing her lovely ass cheeks with the rose colored material and had both of his hands on her tits. He was making her nipples feel crazy, poking and pinching them during their dance, while she kept her arms twined around his neck.
Matt danced with her with style, twirling her around, during the dance. He put his hands on her hips at one point and pulled the panties down so that they nestled just below the swell of her ass cheeks, displaying her curly haired pussy and naked ass. There were whistles and cat calls in response to this.
Getting into it, Susan, responded by grinding her ass for them in a lewd fashion. All of her hesitance and initial shock were gone.
Being the slut at the party was, she thought, right up her alley.
Matt's next dance move grabbed her attention. He stuck two of his large fingers into her pussy and kept them there while they gyrated in the dance. With his hand pressure he forced her to dance on her toes and had her gasping. She twirled with it, keeping her eyes closed and just letting the feeling build and sweep her away.
She grabbed onto Matt around the neck and shouted: "Oh, fuck!" as she began to cum due to his manipulations. She clung to him after the music stopped.
When she finished shaking from the power of her orgasm, she looked around wondering what he'd have her do next. The guys were getting drunker.
One of them, maybe Kenny, shouted out: "Hey, dance for us." Then they all took up the chorus and James put some music on with more of a beat and they started clapping for Susan to dance. The look on James's face as he came toward her and uttered the one word, 'dance', made up her mind instantly.
After her powerful orgasm from Matt's invading fingers, her excitement level seem to go up, so she started to sway to the music and put in some bumps and grinds. They were cheering now. Her tits were bouncing beneath the fabric of her silk shirt. She moved in front of them in turn and shook her hips in front of the face of each of them. At this point she didn't care if she was turning them on further.
Kenny cried out then: "Take it off, slut! James, make the slut strip for us."
His gesture was enough. She began by peeling down her brown thigh high stockings and throwing them at the boys. Then she slowly unbuttoned the silk shirt and off it came to general cheering. The music was carrying her. She danced for them now dressed in only her rose colored bikini panties and heels.
The guys were getting frantic now. One of the growled out to her, getting into the spirit of it: "Take your panties off, you pig."
As it had before, the name calling got to her and increased her turn on.
She obeyed and the panties were peeled down her hips and off. The music was ending and she now was dancing naked for her son and his friends.
("I asked for dirty things," she said to herself, "And he is certainly delivering.")
The music stopped and she stood there, yanked back suddenly to reality, with her hands covering her pussy and an arm across her tits.
"There she is, guys," James said with a lewd grin, "My Mom all naked for us! Whatever shall we do with her?"
"Make her put her hands down," a voice said.
"Let's spank the bitch for being such a bad mommie."
It was the latter voice that changed the tone of the night for them. James approached the cowering Susan and told her to put her hands down. She hesitated just enough. His hand lashed out and slapped her ass.
She dropped her hands abruptly, and there were tears in her eyes.
"Guess what, boys," James said. "She's into pain, aren't you, Mom?"
Someone giggled and said out loud: "James Sutton's mommie is a pig."
James didn't wait for her confirmation at all; his hand lashed out and slapped her ass again.
"Please!" was the only plea that she could come out with.
"Tell them,' he now ordered forcefully.
"Yes, yes," she now knew what was needed and hastened to comply. "This pig likes some pain." They cheered.
"Go on," James demanded. She hastened into a further degradation: "James Sutton's mommie likes pain, and she loves standing here naked for you to use."
They closed in on her in a circle.
"Yes, this is what I asked him for; this is what he promised," she said to herself then.
"Hands clasped behind your head," James said to her.
The tone of the 'party' had now changed altogether. She was descending, she knew, to a depth that she didn't think was possible because she realized that she was delighted; not secretly either, just delighted.
She obeyed instantly clasping her hands behind her head, like a kind of prisoner, as she was certainly theirs but an increasingly willing prisoner. A corner of her mind demanded to know why she had waited so long for such a heady thing to happen to her. In one corner of her mind a voice said:
"Too bad James didn't begin being this way before!" (And she knew the truth of that.)
She had no answer just the perverted joy of the moment. She plunged ahead into the moment: "James Sutton's cocksucker mommie likes to be spanked." She said it over and over.
They were all around her finally when she'd finished her litany. And, to her wonderment, they were now naked, wonderfully naked, powerfully naked, almost predatory naked in contrast to her humiliating naked, vulnerable naked, prey naked.
Her sigh was cut off by someone slapping her right tit really hard, producing a grunt from her, as she struggled to keep her hands folded behind her head. Then it was a hand hammering her left ass cheek, causing her to jump, then a hand hammering her right ass cheek, and it was a jump again and now a groan. Then a hand entwined in her pussy hair and pulled, lifting her onto her toes and causing an involuntary shriek.
And they all continued: the tit slapping, the ass slapping, right and left cheek, the intense pressure on her by the hand pulling her pussy hair.
She lapsed almost into a babble with the mantra: "Oh god, James Sutton's mommie likes this."
She babbled it over and over, as they circled around her and took turns whacking her naked body.
Then a light went on in her mind and she changed her tune, her mantra: "Please, James, sir, master; please guys, more spanking, more beating another time; please, please, please, please now fuck! Please someone, everyone fuck me. I will do anything you ask to be fucked now."
With a general laugh and agreement that 'this cunt's really hot' they stopped. Susan's hands were still clasped behind her head. James took her cheeks in his hand and spoke directly into her face: "Okay, slut, one in your mouth, one in your ass and one in your pussy. You pick."
"Yes, yes," she said desperately now, "James in my mouth, Kenny pussy, Matt in my ass."They arranged her on all fours with Kenny lying down under her and with her scooting down onto his hard cock.
They had set up a digital camera and it was clicking all the while the arranging was taking place. Then James grabbed her by the hair and for an instant she saw his rampant cock in front of her nose; she opened her mouth with glee to let it slide inside. And finally Matt worked some of her own wetness into the crack of her ass and pushed his cock inside her ass hole ring. She bellowed around the blunt force of James' cock, as Matt slid home.
She gurgled and gargled the words, another mantra for her, 'getting fucked now, really getting fucked now,' over and over again. The former, the old Susan was no where to be found if was only James Sutton's mommie and the dirty things.
They worked her over a long time, switching positions, all taking turns at threesomes and twosomes, and taking turns with the camera, demanding that Susan clean their cocks with her mouth. And she did it all. They left her exhausted on the floor, when they were finally done.
She could hear them congratulating one another, when it was finished. "Cool session, dude!" and the like. Once they were finished, they took her to the basement shower and waited and watched, while she cleaned herself. Bringing her back, they stood her in the middle of them again. They were now dressed, Susan was still naked among them.
"Oh and one last little note," James put in. "Guys."
They seemed to know what to do. Kenny and Matt each had a marker, and each proceeded to write on Susan's naked skin.
Just below her neck James wrote: 'I fucked her mouth.'
Just above her pussy Kenny wrote 'I fucked her pussy', and just above her wonderful ass cheeks Matt wrote 'I fucked her ass.'
James laughed and broke in with "Hey, see you guys later." With farewells and high fives, and a kiss for Susan from each of them, the other guys left. James gave her back her rose colored bikini panties and led her, holding her other clothes to the large living room. There he sat in the divan and, after she put her panties back on, sat her down on a near by chair. They sat for a moment or two.
"Are you okay, Mom?" he asked gently, in a totally different tone than the one he'd used during their torrid session with the guys.
"Yes, yes, I am," she said, "I never knew anything could be so exciting."
It was Susan who broke the silence. "I hardly know what to say. That uh . . .that was probably the dirtiest thing I've ever done or been made to do. Honey, I'm absolutely overwhelmed."
He went to her then, and she stood up and held onto him.
"I hope I didn't disgrace you, love," she said, kissing his neck.
"You were wonderful, just the right sense of reluctance to make it really, really exciting."
"I aim to please you," she said, head leaning against him.
"Come on, Mom," he said, "I'm going to run a bath for you."
"Oh how lovely," she said. "Wash my back?"
"Wouldn't miss the opportunity," was his reply.
In the next few days, Susan had another call from Don, who couldn't get the image of how sexy she looked out of his mind. At that point, having consulted with her lawyer, she told him that she was fine, the issue of the divorce was settled and had been granted and that if he persisted, she'd get a writ of protection against him.
It frightened Don enough that he stopped bothering her.
"Why wasn't he that way 5 years ago?" she wanted to know, feeling a bit down by it.
"Because he's a jerk, letting a babe like you go for the titless wonders that he appears to prefer," James said.
She smiled at him and said: "James, you make me feel so good. And I need to tell you that I don't know how long this thing between us will last, nor do I care. As long as you want me, I am simply and definitely yours."
"Well, I want you," he said, "And to prove it, I'm going to take you out to dinner, a place where we might be able to dance."
"Ohhhhh," she fairly squealed for joy, "How should I dress?"
"Classy, sexy," he said.
"I can do that," she replied enthusiastically.
"It's on me," he said.
"Oh, honey," she remonstrated.
"No, Mom," he insisted, "I work and I can do this."
"What a treat," she said with enthusiasm, "A date with the handsome man! A date with the man from the bathroom!"
She went off then and started to get ready with a bath. She used body lotion, when she was done, did her makeup and her hair. Then she spent some time working on what to wear.
She ended with a silk, short black pleated mini, smokey black stockings and a garter belt, a pair of black string bikinis that had only a thin black filament at the hips and a pussy patch and ass patch that barely covered her. Looking at herself in the mirror made her giggle, especially when she knew beyond a doubt that her date would see her in those panties later. Then it was a white silk over blouse, belted at the wast and a lacy black bra.
He was waiting for her, when she came down stairs.
"Wow!" he said. "Look at my girl!"
She twirled for him and he commented:
"Watch out, I almost saw your panties, when you twirled."
"Oops," she said, "Can't allow that and turned her back on him and raised her skirt to her waist and showed him all sides!"
"Hussy!" he said, grinning.
"Feeling frisky," she said.
"Should be an interesting evening," was his comment and they went out.
They went to a place that had dining and dancing. Their meal was light but very enjoyable and then the band started playing and he asked her to the dance floor.
He, unlike his Dad, danced well, and she loved the experience. They danced a few dances and then he excused himself to go to the men's. While he was gone, the waiter came up to her at the table and gave her an envelope, which he said was from James, and that she was to read it before James got back from the men's.
Susan was intrigued and opened the envelope. Its message was:
"When I come back and we dance, I want you to whisper in my ear that you want me to fuck you in the ass tonight!"
Susan looked up and blushed a bit but thanked the waiter for the note. She smiled a big smile at James, when he arrived back at the table.
"Is everything okay?" he asked. "You look flushed."
She smiled and said: "I'm only waiting eagerly for you to dance with me."
"Well, come to me then, pretty lady," he said.
They went into the dance and she began to speak to him, at his ear:
"James, my love, my own, I hope you don't think that after the excitement of you feeding me to your friends I would ever deny you anything. I want you to take me home and I want you to make love to my . . .no, that's not it, I want you to fuck me in the ass! I want it badly! I want it tonight! I can hardly wait!"The lady's very persuasive!" he said.
"The lady's very eager," she replied. Then she continued:
"But very nervous. I know people do it but this is me and my life and I'm nervous; I've only ever done it with you guys."
She looked up at him; they were still dancing. "And I don't want to disappoint you, James."
"You won't, Mom," he said.
The dance ended and he said: "Shall we go?"
"So," She said, grinning at him, "You paid for dinner and now expect to get laid?"
"Something like that!" he said, grinning back at her.
"You're just lucky that I'm easy!" she said.
"Yeah, just like Aunt Carol!" was his comment and, as usual, it sent her into gales of laughter.
"I hope she never finds out that we talk about her this way," she said, "She's such a love."
"Yes," he said, "But a good target; plus you always get such a kick out of it."
They got home and she went up the walk, while he put the car away. It took him a few minutes to get it all settled and then he entered the house from the garage via the kitchen.
There on the floor was her blouse. He picked it up, grinning. In the dining room, next in line, was a shoe. He picked up that also, saying to himself:
"Follow the yellow brick road!"
By the stairs was another shoe. He gathered it in and found her skirt at the top of the stairs. Then, outside of the bedroom door was her black bikini panties. These he picked up and was sniffing, holding them to his nose, as he opened the door. The bedroom had track lighting and one of the lights was trained on the bed. There in the spot light he found her. She was bent over and leaning against the bed. She wore her black garter belt and black stockings and she was wiggling her ass seductively at him.
"Oh, my, look at my Mom!" he said.
She looked over her shoulder then and smiled at him.
"Hey, sailor," she said, seductively, "Looking for a good time?"
"No," he said, "Looking for an ass to fuck!"
"Well, you're in luck tonight," she quipped, "We just happen to have one here."
Then she turned serious and said:
"Help me with this, James; I've only done this once."
"You'll do fine, Mom," he said to her then. "I just need to get a few things."
He came back with some 'K-Y' Jelly, and a condom. He knelt behind her and kissed her ass cheek. She mewled in delight.
"Mom, you are gorgeous beyond gorgeous," he said, kissing her ass.
"This is so perfect, the frame of the garter belt!"
"Thank you, darling James," she said.
He pulled her up then and, holding her in his arms, kissed her, running his hand over her ass cheeks, as he did.
She buried herself into the kiss and simply enjoyed being who she was at that moment. Then he moved her and she sighed. He was kneeling behind her and began kissing her ass. She made throat sounds with every one of his movements.
She now knew how he'd felt, when she made love to his ass hole.
"Ohhhh, James," she said. "So . . .so wonderful! Ohhhhh!"
He moved through the steps that she'd taken with him, and soon was ready.
"Relax, honey," he said, "You'll be fine."
"I know," she said, and added: "I do love you so!"
Then she squealed as she felt the jelly being rubbed around and into her ass crack and on and around the rosebud of her ass hole, pink and shiny.
Finally he had his own clothes off and put the condom on, pushing his cock between the cheeks of her ass.
"Oh, that feels so nice!" she said.
"Now!" he said, as he gave a little push and the head of his cock went past her sphincter and into her ass.
"Awwwwwwwwwww!" she mewled, the pain being mixed with an unexpected heat for her.
"Okay?" he asked.
"Divine," she said, "Hurts a bit but feels wonderful! Fuck me, James!"
"Here it comes," he said and pushed his cock all the way inside of her.
Then an unexpected and unusual thing happened. She came! Spontaneously, with no other stimulation. She just came. She was moaning, and crying out and shaking and trembling, and only when she was finished could she talk:
"Wow!" was all that she could manage.
"I guess 'Wow'!" he said, "You are not from hot; only the hottest can simply spontaneously cum like that, just from the insertion. Mom, you are awesome. Here we go; now the ride begins."
And it was then that he began to fuck her in earnest. The fucking was wild and she came again just before he came. As he was coming into his own orgasm, he began to slap her ass cheek in time to the rhythm of his fucking.
She buried her head in the bed and shrieked, as she came one more time. He also bellowed, as he came inside her ass, and clung to her afterwards.
Eventually, he said:
"Stay here, lovely woman, and I'll clean you."
"Ohhhh, how nice!" she sighed, her breathing just then calming down.
He brought a wash cloth and a towel, after he'd cleaned himself, and cleaned her up.
"James, my James," she said, as they snuggled in bed. "You have made a new woman out of me. I can hardly believe the gray world in which I lived only one month ago, and how that has changed."
"I love you, Mom!" he said. "He didn't deserve you and you didn't deserve to be so neglected. The man was blind. But I'm not."
"I don't care how long this goes on," she said. "I will be here for you in any possible way as long as you need me to be. I promise."
"Aunt Carol's going to be disappointed," 'he said, and she ended up giggling against his chest.
Epilogue:
Sue and James were indeed lovers for a long time, and even after they were no longer physical, when James was married, theirs was a good close relationship. Sue, years later, met and married a man who treated her the way James had and was a very contented woman. And James never really had made love to his Aunt Carol.
The End