Chapter 2

The next morning, after breakfast, Serena stood before her closet, hesitating over what to wear for their outing. Now that Carter had divulged his relationship with Allison, she felt it best to dial back her more revealing outfits. With the weather warming up, she opted for a sleeveless blouse and a skirt that fell just below her knees.

The exhibit turned out to be a wonderful experience, bringing back fond memories of their past adventures: simple, inexpensive outings that had always meant so much. After enjoying lunch at the museum, they returned home by four. They lounged for a while, chatting and unwinding before Carter excused himself to get ready for his dinner date.

When he was ready to leave, Serena gave him a once-over, just as she had in the past before his dates. “Looking sharp, Carter,” she said, running a hand down his sleeved arm. “Allison will be the luckiest girl in the restaurant, sitting across from such a handsome man. If you’re back in time, I’ll have some fresh brownies ready for us while we catch a show or two.”

“Sounds great, Mom. See you later,” he said, smiling.

Before he turned to go, she leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “Good luck, sweetie.”

He blushed, wondering if she suspected his true intentions.

He found Allison in the same state of horniness as himself. Minutes after he’d arrived, they’d stripped off their clothes and were in bed. He squeezed her tits while pumping his rock-hard prick in and out of her slippery slot.

“I’ve missed your big cock, baby,” Allison groaned, humping her hips for emphasis.

“I can tell,” he grunted as he thrust in hard. “You’re really wet.”

He concentrated on pleasing her, twisting her nipples while kissing her. Her excitement escalated much faster than normal and he stroked faster, hoping to rise to the same level so he could orgasm with her. He didn’t want a long drawn-out session, desiring to return home as soon as possible.

She yanked her mouth off his to gasp for air. Between short breaths of air, the familiar squeals of pleasure emanated from her, indicating her impending climax. His thoughts flashed back to visions of his mother in her blue dress along with the many glimpses he had stolen of her bare legs. When he focused on his mother’s smiling face during their restaurant outings, he felt the signal he wanted.

His balls tingled, as his mushroom-shaped head swelled, spreading her walls further apart. The friction against her sensitive folds triggered her orgasm, her pussy clamping onto his pumping prick. His balls shot out a load of cum soon after, his cock jerking and pulsing in her sloppy, shivering snatch.

He kissed her afterward, feeling remorse sweep through him from having to think of his mother to orgasm.

“Wow!” she exclaimed. “I guess we were both horny. I love the time we spend together. Instead of moving back home, you should have just moved in with me.”

That surprised him as they’d always agreed that their relationship existed only for the sex. He didn’t want to hurt her feelings but knew he had to graciously find a way to decline her obvious invitation.

Thinking of the same excuse he’d used on his mother, he explained, “My grades were really suffering when I lived here. I can’t see them improving, fucking you every chance I get. You’re more than a little distracting.” Attempting to soften the blow, he giggled to emphasize his point.

“You’re right,” she agreed. “I doubt if Dad would keep supporting me if I allowed my grades to slip. As long as we can hook up once in a while, I’m fine with what we’re doing.”

They lay side-by-side, enjoying the caressing of each other’s bodies for the next thirty minutes. When her hand wrapped around his semi-hard prick, and gently squeezed it, she asked, “How about another?”

“Not sure if I have time,” he answered, struggling to find a reason to leave. “I promised Mom I’d return in time for a show she wanted to watch together.”

“I know your mother and can understand why a sexy woman like Serena would want her handsome son returning to her. Don’t worry, I’ll take your mind off your mommy.”

She kissed her way down his body ending at his prick, licking and kissing it. After enveloping her warm mouth around his cock, he hardened. She bobbed up and down until his prick once more ached for relief.

His mother would have to wait. Gently grabbing a few tufts of her hair, he pulled her off and rose off the bed. She smiled wide, watching his big prick bob up and down, knowing it would soon be inside her.

Grabbing her ankles, he slid her to the edge, placed her heels on his shoulders, and rammed his prick into her cum-filled slot. She grunted when his balls slammed against her ass, his cock fully buried. After a dozen strokes, her pussy spasmed from a mini-orgasm.

Between pants, she giggled and egged him on, “What would your mother think if she knew what her big-dicked son was doing right now?”

He pounded her harder, thinking of his mother. He ran his hands up and down her legs, envisioning they were his mother’s. She stopped talking, replaced with loud groaning as she escalated toward another climax.

He was able to hold off his own orgasm when her pussy snapped shut and released her fluids, bathing his ram with slick oil. His own rapid and short breathing matched hers. Wanting to fulfill another fantasy he’d had of his mother, he withdrew, shoved her forward, and flipped her listless, spent body over. Grabbing her waist, he pulled her up and back, positioning her for a doggy fuck.

Seating his prick into her seething slot, he shoved to the bottom again, bringing a shriek of pleasure out of Allison’s mouth. Digging his fingers into her soft ass, he plowed into her as hard as before, taking his immoral lust for his mother out on the unsuspecting Allison.

He steadily fucked her until once again, her chest heaved rapidly as her body responded to the onslaught of his hard piston. “That’s it, baby. Fuck me good and make your mommy proud. I can take care of you as well as she can.”

Her words only made him drive into her harder and faster. She loved teasing him, receiving the benefit of his marvelous cock. “I’ll be your mommy, baby. Be a good motherfucker and cum in me like you would in her horny cunt.”

That was more than enough to send him over the edge. He grunted as his cock jerked, setting off her orgasm. Their bodies shivered and shook, each of them deep into their own personal fantasy.

When finished, they lay together once again, consoling each other. After another twenty minutes, he remembered his original intent to return home. “Sorry, babe, but I have to leave now. And it’s not because of my mother. I need to catch up on some studies,” he lied, not wanting her to pursue the whole mother thing again.

She kissed him softly and smiled. “I get it, baby. Thanks for coming over today. Let’s do it again soon.”

He returned her kiss, stood, and dressed. When he was ready to depart, she playfully giggled and said, “Make sure to give my love to Serena.”

His jaw tensed, but he forced a smile. “Will do,” he replied, masking his irritation before heading out the door.

Once he returned home, his hunger hit him like a ton of bricks. Starving, he rummaged through the refrigerator, looking for anything to eat.

His mother, rising from the couch, glanced his way as she made her way to the kitchen and asked, “I thought you were going out to dinner?”

Remembering the excuse he had given, he stumbled over his words and replied, “She hit a roadblock in her studies, and I had to help her work through it. By the time we finished, it was too late to go out. She needed more time to finish her homework.”

As she brushed by him, it became clear what had happened, as she inhaled the unmistakable stench of sex mixed with sweat. “Go shower, and I’ll whip up a grilled roast beef sandwich for you. Sound good?”

“That’d be wonderful. Somehow, you always know what I need. Thanks, Mom,” he replied, briskly walking to his room, sniffing his shirt to figure out why she had given him an odd look when telling him to shower.

Removing his shirt, he detected the faint smell of sweat, so he reasoned that was what she captured her attention. After he shucked off his pants and underwear, the strong aroma of sex hit him. “Jesus, did she detect our cum?” he asked himself, promising to shower before returning home in the future.

By the time he joined his mom in the living room, she had already set a plate with a large sandwich and chips in front of him. He sat down and eagerly began devouring it, pausing between bites to say, “Thanks, Mom. This tastes amazing.”

She smiled softly, her heart swelling as she watched him savor each bite. There was something deeply satisfying about seeing him so at ease while feasting on her cooking. It was as though she could see all the care she’d poured into raising him reflected in the way he relished even the smallest moments, like this one.

When he finished his sandwich, she cleared the plate and, with a pleased smile, brought out the brownies she’d prepared earlier. She cut generous portions, pairing them with two glasses of cold milk, and set them on a serving platter. As she entered the living room, she caught his delighted expression, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the dessert.

“Wow!” he exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine surprise. “I totally forgot about the brownies, but I’ve definitely got room.”

Serena couldn’t help but watch with quiet joy as he dug into the sweet treat.

After another hour, they retired to their rooms.

While Carter drifted off immediately due to the exhausting evening, Serena lay wide awake, her fingers digging into her horny pussy. She imagined what positions her son and Allison had fucked in, various visions of him pounding her pussy in so many different ways.

She knew he was circumcised and wondered if Allison loved sucking his cock. Personally, she loved the taste and feel of a man’s cock, but knew not all women enjoyed it.

Recounting the amount of time he was gone, she knew that one or both of them had more than one orgasm. A tinge of jealousy hit her and she wasn’t sure if it was from Allison spending time with him, or the sex. Deep down she knew it was both, but chalked it up to her horny condition.

“After all, there’s no way I want to fuck my own son,” she surmised to herself, her broad grin belying her assertion.

Concentrating on pleasuring herself, she fucked herself until she was close to an orgasm. Rubbing her engorged clit, her mind formed an image of Carter’s smiling face. Her body jerked as her pussy spasmed and clenched with an intense climax. As usual, a sense of guilt swept through her, using her son to masturbate.

They slipped back into their familiar routine from before he had moved out. After dinner, Serena would tidy up the kitchen while Carter retreated to his room to study. Once she finished, she’d join him, offering her guidance and support as he worked through his coursework. Later in the evening, they would each take their showers before reconvening in the living room, settling in together to unwind and enjoy the quiet comfort of each other’s company.

Thursday evening, Serena noticed Carter acting strangely, glancing at her more frequently while fidgeting in his seat. When he picked up a glass of water to chug it down, she quickly looked down to see if anything was amiss. Immediately, she recognized the problem: she had forgotten to wear a bra. Her large round nipples distinctly pressed against the material, drawing his eyes to them as if they were magnets.

Under his stare, she felt her nipples hardening, making it even more apparent. They filled out until it appeared as if she had eggs pasted on top of her breasts. Her pointy tips, engorged with blood, rubbed and bent with the material whenever she moved, driving her crazy. Added to that, her breaths became deeper, causing her breasts to heave outward.

He barely watched the screen, his head angled so he could act like he was watching the show, but in reality, his gaze remained locked onto her puffed-out nipples. Feeling her pussy moisten and ache, she excused herself, saying, “Long day. Think I’ll hit the sack, sweetie. Good night.”

“Night, Mom. See you in the morning,” he replied.

In the privacy of her room, she brought herself to an orgasm, wondering if her son was stroking his cock from her display.

It came as no surprise the next morning when Carter stated, “Mom, I think I’ll stay after school and help Allison with one of her papers. I shouldn’t be home too late.”

She smiled, smug in the knowledge that her exhibition from the night before had nudged him into setting up a sexual rendezvous with his girlfriend. Fearing he might end up staying the night, she suggested, “Sounds good, dear. Send me a message when you’re on your way back, and I’ll have pizza delivered so it’s hot when you get here.”

His eyes lit up at the mention of his favorite food. “Thanks, Mom. You’re the best.”

The day flew at school, his spirits high, as he looked forward to a bout with Allison and pizza with his mom after that.

Allison wasted no time when he arrived, striping him and pulling his cock into her juicy pussy, with minimal foreplay. She was as horny as him, eager to coax him into her depraved fantasy.

Carter was busy acting out his own fantasy, his mouth latched onto Allison’s hard nipple while his cock serviced her pussy. His mouth sucked in the surrounding flesh of her small, pinkish nipple trying to get a feel of what it’d be like to nurse on his mother’s larger and puffier nipples.

“I love your mouth, baby. Do you like feeding on my little titties, Daddy?” she asked, her voice soft and shaky, unsure of how he’d react.

“Oh yeah, sweetie. Let Daddy take care of his little girl,” Carter croaked, easily slipping into her fantasy, hoping to encourage her to return the favor. His pace increased as each of them escaped into forbidden territory.

“I’m cumming, Daddy!” she screeched. “Fill your mommy with your sperm!”

“Fuck!” he grunted and groaned, blowing his load, filling her squeezing snatch with his cum. When finished, they remained silent, each of them not wanting to divulge their innermost secrets.

With his sexual appetite quenched, he remembered what awaited him at home, but also knew he reeked of sex. Solving both problems, he suggested, “What do you think of taking a shower together?”

“I’d love that!” she exclaimed, glad that he didn’t want to discuss her earlier outburst.

On the drive home, he smiled, feeling good that he remembered to wash the smell of sex off him so his mom wouldn’t detect anything. The enticing aroma of fresh pizza greeted him as he stepped inside. Spotting his mom already enjoying a slice in the living room, he grabbed the box from the counter and carried it in, setting it on the coffee table. Settling in beside her, he tore into his food with the enthusiasm of someone who hadn’t eaten in days.

After he’d polished off several slices, his mom leaned in slightly, inhaled deeply, and remarked, “That’s an interesting scent. Fruity shampoo? I don’t recall ever buying you that.”

His face warmed as the unexpected comment caught him off guard. He hadn’t really thought it through, realizing he had used Allison’s. Scrambling for an explanation, he quickly replied, “Oh, uh ... someone at school was handing out free samples, so I figured I’d grab a couple.”

She knew that he’d showered with his girlfriend and probably banged her against the stall in the process, so she dropped it, not wanting to further embarrass him. Taking another slice, she ate and focused on the screen, much to the relief of her son.

The weekend passed seamlessly, followed by an equally smooth week. Serena eased off on teasing her son, wearing less provocative clothes. By Friday night, she noticed Carter becoming restless and figured it was from not hooking up with Allison all week. “Does he need me to push him over the edge before he finds relief with his girlfriend? Why hasn’t she asked him over?” she asked herself, puzzled by his behavior.

Deciding to dig deeper, Serena asked, “Carter, you haven’t visited Allison all week. Don’t you think you should take her out over the weekend?”

Carter had purposely avoided Allison, fearing the direction they were heading. She was becoming more attached to him, sharing her fantasies openly while gently coaxing his own fantasies out of him with each joining. He wished things were the way they were in the beginning, each of them happy with a quick fuck to tide them over.

He’d intended to spend the weekend with his mother, reminiscing and recreating the fun outings from his childhood. Thinking quickly for a plausible excuse, he replied, “She’s coming home for the weekend to spend time with her family, so I figured I’d do the same. I thought we could take advantage of the great weather and walk to the park. What do you feel like doing?”

“I’ll have to think about it, but you’re right. We shouldn’t waste this beautiful weather,” she replied, a playful smile forming as a mischievous idea took shape, one that would not only make the most of their time together but also help ease her son’s lingering discomfort.

“Sometimes, a mother has to gently nudge her offspring out of the nest,” she mused, reassuring herself that it was for the best.

After breakfast the next morning, Serena shared her plans with Carter. “I’ve been thinking about what you said, and if you’re up for it, I’d love to go for a jog and then take a walk to the park this afternoon, after we tackle our weekend chores, of course. What do you think?”

“Perfect, Mom. It’ll feel great to stretch our muscles and get some fresh air after being cooped up in my room studying all week,” he replied.

She smiled while giggling to herself, setting her plan into action for her unsuspecting son.

When it came time to leave for their walk, Serena explained, “It’s going to be rather warm out there. Be sure to wear appropriate clothing. Don’t you still have those gym shorts from school?”

“Pretty sure I do,” replied. “Might take some digging but if not, I’ll find something cooler.” He turned and left for his room, while Serena went to hers.

She had to do a bit of searching herself, finally finding what she was looking for. It was a short, pleated, white tennis skirt. She had worn it when taking Carter on walks when he was little but discontinued when he reached puberty, desiring to shift his focus of attention away from her bare legs.

She didn’t have any suitable panties to wear, so instead, she opted for a snug pair of bikini bottoms. Snapping on her skirt and then finishing with a tank top, having a built-in bra, she twirled around in front of her mirror, inspecting herself. She smiled and thought, “This ought to encourage him to seek out his girlfriend.”

She grasped her short hemline and lifted it, displaying her pink bikini bottoms. She frowned, noticing some errant, dark brown pussy hairs peeking out of the leg holes. She didn’t have time to trim herself but made a mental note to take care of matters later that evening.

Carter stood waiting in the front room when she appeared, his eyes widening at his sexy mother.

Her eyes traveled up his hairy legs, once again amazed at how fast he had become such an attractive man.

“That looks familiar, Mom,” Carter noted, his gaze focused on her bare legs. “Didn’t you used to wear it when I was little?” He didn’t have to ask, because he’d whacked off to visions of her in it for years. Thankfully, he had the forethought to wear a jockstrap, so his hardening prick would be constrained.

“Yes, thankfully it still fits. If you’re ready, let’s move out,” she said, walking to the door.

They started off with a brisk walk, and then suddenly she broke into a run.

Caught off-guard by his mother’s sprint, Carter hesitated, taking in the view of the backs of his mother’s legs. He ran after her, lingering just far enough behind her to enjoy the view of the backs of her upper thighs when her skirt occasionally flipped up. Even with the precaution of a jockstrap, he had to adjust his cock several times until it rested against his lower stomach.

Shifting his focus to her back, his curiosity prompted him to pick up his speed and pass her. Sprinting by her, he distanced himself a half block ahead of her before pausing and turning to watch her.

She smiled and suspected he had remained behind her to stare at her legs without the threat of being caught, and when he raced ahead of her, she was certain he wanted to watch her breasts bounce up and down. She slowed and exaggerated her steps, ensuring her breasts provided him with the display he desired.

His prick ached as he watched his mom approach him, his eyes darting from her long, bare legs to her jiggling breasts. She slowed when she caught up with him, her wide smile remaining.

After catching her breath, she said, “That was nice. How about we walk the rest of the way?”

His focus remained on her heaving breasts, and the vision of her nipples against her robe that night flashed before him. He wanted nothing more than to hold and kiss those wonderful, forbidden breasts.

“Carter? You okay?” she asked, breaking him out of his trance.

Shifting his attention back to her blushing face, he apologized, “Sorry, Mom. I was thinking about one of the assignments due next week.”

She giggled inwardly, knowing his brain wasn’t the one doing the thinking. His prick was in full command. “Let’s make a loop around the perimeter before heading home,” she suggested.

“Sounds great,” he replied as they began their walk.

To ensure her son would seek relief from Allison, Serena wrapped her arm through his on the walk back home. She intentionally bumped the side of her breast against his arm as they leisurely returned.

After dinner and their showers, they met in the living room as usual. After an hour of watching a sitcom, Carter cleared his throat to get his mother’s attention and stated, “Mom, Allison wrote to me and says she’s bored. Would you mind if I go over and visit with her tomorrow afternoon?”