Chapter 2

I peeked out ... and saw Allie surrounded by her coterie, obvious because she was half a head taller, laughing happily with no particular focus in my direction from any of them. My breathing got a little easier and my pounding heart began to slow just a little.

Jake and his friends had obviously become aware of the girl’s presence and had formed their own little clique, and their focus was very clearly on the girls. At first, I couldn’t see Peter though. And then I spotted him, coming round from behind the boy’s group, with his arm around Jake’s shoulders, in deep discussion.

Then they both seemed to look straight at me. Suddenly my pulse was back up to a mile-a-minute as Peter put a hand on my son’s back and pushed him in my direction.

In a blind panic, I tried to get my breasts back into my bra, but my shaking hands didn’t make it easy. It wasn’t helped that I kept glancing up to see if he was really coming my way. I finally managed to squeeze them in just as Jake disappeared from my sight as he approached the door.

I turned from the window and roughly dragged my shirt down just as the door began to open. When he saw me that smile was wide and so were his eyes. I looked down to see that I’d overdone it and I was displaying most of my bra-encased boobs to my own son.

“Shit, sorry,” I muttered as I tried to rearrange things in a somewhat more motherly fashion.

“Oh, Mother,” he sighed theatrically. “You have been naughty, haven’t you?”

His gaze seemed to go right though me and I began to tremble as I feared what Peter had told him. Maybe it wasn’t that bad? Maybe he hadn’t told him that we’d fucked? He must have seen the look of abject fear on my face and his smile faded.

“It’s bad, isn’t it Mother? Very bad,” he said solemnly. Oh fuck! Peter had told him what I’d said! I flew into a blind panic.

“I didn’t mean it!” I cried. “They made me say it.”

Suddenly he looked bemused. “Peter just said that you were being a little indiscreet with your underwear,” he said. “What was it that you said that was so bad?”

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I shouldn’t have said that! Fuck!

“Oh, nothing. It was nothing,” I replied, trying desperately to sound airy and unconcerned, but knowing that I just sounded a bit mad.

“It didn’t sound like nothing,” he said, coming closer and putting his arm around my shoulders. “You’re shaking, Mom. What’s going on? Are you OK? What happened with Peter and Allie? Did they hurt you?”

“No, no, no. It was nothing like that. We ... erm ... we... “ He held me at arm’s length and looked into my face.

“Oh my God, Mom. Did you fuck them?” The expression on his face was a mixture of concern and astonishment ... and I was such a slut! I burst into tears.

“I couldn’t help it, Jake. They found out I had no panties on ... and ... and ... I was so turned on,” I blubbered.

“Wait, what? Why didn’t you have any panties on, Mom?” he said, even more shocked, if that was even possible. “No, scratch that. You had no panties on ... and you fucked Peter and Allie ... so what in God’s name was it that you said that you were so scared that Peter had told me?”

I looked into his wide confused eyes and couldn’t speak.

“Come on, Mom. You’ve got to tell me or I’ll just be trying to imagine what’s worse than flashing your pussy at mine and Rachel’s friends and then fucking them,” he said insistently. Then I saw the light dawn in his eyes and I felt a pit opening up in my stomach.

He spoke slowly and haltingly, as if his brain was struggling to keep up. “You said something about me, didn’t you?” I nodded miserably. “While Peter was fucking you?” Another sad nod. “You said...”

“Please don’t say it, Jake,” I pleaded.

“You said...”

“No.” A tiny squeak. Barely a word.

“You said that you wished it was me.” The words fell like lead blocks between us ... but, incredibly, he smiled. It was a smile that took me all the way back to my teenage years and my little brother, Tommy.

“Do you know how that makes me feel, Mom?” I shook my head miserably. “Like this,” he said, and he took my hand and placed it on his groin. He was hard! He was so, so fucking hard!

“But--” was all I managed to say before he kissed me.

It was a very, very nice kiss. Not one of those tongue battles, but soft passionate, loving kisses that did as much to make my cunt leak as the hard cock that my hand was still exploring. Fuck! My son’s cock! My son’s kisses! I was melting in his arms and, while my mind was struggling to cope with what was happening, my body loved it. My body adored it!

I confess that I’d had inappropriate thoughts about Jake before. I had quite a history of loving young boys, not least my own little brother when I was young. Only a few months ago there had been one of those excruciatingly embarrassing moments when a seemingly innocent TV show had suddenly thrown in a lesbian scene. As I said, I’m generally not all that interested in girl/girl sex but even I had to admit that it was pretty hot. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Jake fidgeting and, soon after it ended, I peeked between his legs. The very creditable-sized thick lump that I saw there made my clit swell and tingle in a most unmotherly way.

My mind came back to the present and to the realization that I was very much kissing him back. I forced myself to pull my head away. “Jake,” I gasped, breathless. “We mustn’t do this.” Even to my own ears, it sounded feeble. Especially as my palm and my fingers were still exploring the shape of his young manhood.

“Did you lie to Peter and Allie?” he asked softly, looking deep into my eyes,

I felt pinned by his gaze and it seemed as if he could see right into my soul. “They made me say it,” I replied, desperately trying to avoid his question, while my hand continued to find him utterly irresistible.

“But did you mean it, Mom?” he insisted.

I couldn’t lie to him. “Yes, I meant it,” I confessed, and the smile that lit up his face made my whole body quake.

“We can’t really do it now,” he began, sounding far more rational than I felt. “But...” The pressure that he put on my shoulders was almost imperceptible. Almost. I dropped to my knees and my shaking hands scrabbled at the buttons of his 501s.

“That’s a good girl,” he said softly, his hands stroking my hair. Yes, I thought madly as I tried to pull his pants and briefs down, I’m a good girl! His erection caught in his clothes and, as I pulled them away from his body, I gasped as his hard cock sprang free and slapped him in the belly.

It was the first boy cock that I’d seen in nearly twenty years and the yearning flooded back. I was still pushing his clothes down to his ankles as I began to kiss my way along its length. There is something special about a young boy’s cock, an exquisite hardness that seems to vibrate, and my son’s was no exception. I took the tip into my mouth. The tight, shiny skin of his knob felt gorgeous on my lips and tongue, and I rocked back and forth, sliding my lips over it and teasing the sensitive underside with my tongue.

Jake’s hands gently stroked my hair, “Good slut-mommy,” he moaned, thrusting his cock deeper into my mouth.

I could only hum joyfully as I slurped and sucked his lovely erection. I could have fellated him all day, but the longer we were in there the more suspicion we’d arouse. With one hand I gripped the base of his cock with one hand and cupped his almost hair-free scrotum with the other. My clit was pulsating madly and my juices were flowing freely from my cunt. I wanted desperately to touch myself ... but I wanted to touch him even more!

Sucking on his glans I jerked him off while I fondled his balls. As I felt him swell and his balls tighten, I reluctantly pulled my mouth away and jerked the full length of him, resting the tip on my tongue with my mouth wide open. I looked up into my son’s eyes. “Cum for Mommy, Jake,” I pleaded.

The first jet hit me in the back of my throat and I was dripping all over my legs as the rest landed on my tongue. I squeezed a little more out and then greedily sucked the last few drops from him.

“Show me,” he said softly, and I opened my mouth. My mouth that was full of my baby boy’s cum!

“You’re such a good little slut-girl, Mommy,” he said fondly, and then put a fingertip under my chin and closed my mouth. His gorgeous, thick creamy spunk flowed down my throat while I savoured the salty sweetness. I sucked and licked him until he was clean and soft and then pulled his pants back up as I stood.

He took my face in his hands and kissed me. This time his tongue ran over my lips as if seeking out his own cum, but it was all long gone by then.

He broke the kiss and looked into my eyes as he reached up under my skirt. I shivered as his fingertips brushed their way slowly up along my inner thigh towards my pussy.

“Peter wasn’t lying then?” he asked with a smile as his fingers found my dripping wet lips and no sign of any panties. I could only shake my head as the pleasure coursed through me.

“I’m so sorry that we can’t ... you know,” he said as his fingers delved into my hot hole. “But we really must go now.”

“I understand,” I said, while silently pleading for him to rub my clit, just a little.

I moaned as he removed his fingers from my desperately hungry cunt. He looked at my pussy cream coating them and took a long, loving lick. “Gorgeous,” he sighed, and then held them up in front of my face for me to finish. I sucked on them greedily. My own cunt juices ... from Jake’s fingers ... oh, good Lord!

“I’ll come and see you when everyone’s gone,” he promised. “In the meantime I think I’d better escort you inside, to avoid any more ... mishaps.”

I felt like a little naughty little girl as he led me back into the house and released my hand at the bottom of the stairs.

“Mommy,” he called as I reached the top. I turned around to see that smile on his lips as he gazed up my skirt. “You have a truly beautiful ass. I’ll see you and it a little later.”

As I shaved my legs and armpits in the shower I told myself that it was just because it was due and they needed it. All the time I was doing it, and then as I was showering, I was going over how I would explain to Jake that what we’d, no, what I’d done, had been a mistake. How it had been ... lovely, but we could never do anything like that again.