Chapter 5

After dropping Pumpkin off, Brad pulled into his driveway and sat in his ‘65 Mustang. What was he going to do? His mom grounded him and Pumpkin for a week! Not fucking Pumpkin or feeling her lips around his cock for a week would be pure torture. Now that he had fucked her pussy and ass and felt her mouth on his cock he wanted to do it every day. But there wasn’t another option, his mom made that clear.

Pumpkin said she would talk to her stepmom and maybe they could use her house. But Brad knew that would never work. Her dad wasn’t the kind of man to let his little girl be screwed knowingly. If Ted ever found out he was intimate with both his wife and daughter, well ... that hunting rifle looked very scary.

Brad sat there staring at his house bewildered. Now he had to deal with his mom. She had never kissed him on the lips before. And he felt her tongue! It wasn’t an accident the way she acted. It was like his sex life had set off a stick of dynamite inside her. The way she acted and exposed herself to him. “Well, here goes nothing,” he mumbled, making sure he put the steering safety bar in place and locked his dream car.

He walked into his house not knowing if his mom was still amped up. Kicking off his shoes he called out. “Mom, I’m home.” Nervously, he wondered if his mom’s sexually charged behavior toward him was because of Pumpkin.

Emily came out of the kitchen wiping her hands on a towel. Brad’s face blushed. His mom was half naked! She had one of his junior high school T-shirts and it didn’t look like she had panties on! It looked like a mini dress on her. The thin white top didn’t hide the outline of her breasts, brownish nipples and rings. Noticing his stare, she pulled her shoulders back, purposely pushing them up. “Fuck! Mom is showing off for me!

“Did you get Pumpkin home safe and sound, sweetie? Did she give you a quick blow-job goodbye?” She gave him a sexy smile and a wink. “I used to do that for my boyfriends. All of six of them!” she giggled.

Brad’s stomach twisted at her revelation. Why was she being so open with him? “Um ... no.”

“My goodness, that girl certainly does have enormous breasts,” she said, “she makes me look flat as a board!” she laughed.

He couldn’t believe this conversation. Mom wiggled her shoulders making her breasts sway. Erotically. Teasingly. He couldn’t speak. It was like watching one of those gizmo’s with steel balls on a string swinging side to side.

“Mom ... I...,” he stammered, trying to keep his eyes off her breasts and failing. “I don’t think you’re flat. You have nice full breasts with extra long nipples.”

The words slipped out before he could stop them. He felt his cheeks burn. His cock growing in his pants. This was crazy! His mom just laughed. “About what happened upstairs, your kiss...”

She threw her hair back intentionally flaunting her breasts. She was flirting with him! Talking about her past sexual history. Did she purposely compliment Pumpkins breasts so he would look at hers?

“Shh, Brad.” Emily hushed, stepping closer, resting both hands on his shoulders. “I liked it too.” Her voice was soothing, and the glint in her eyes looked mischievous. Her gaze drifted down. To his erection. She took her time examining him then slowly looked up and locked eyes with him. “I have some good news, bad news. I heard from your dad. His business trip has been extended so he can’t take you to the ball game. The good news is it’s just you and me for another week! I hope you don’t mind my company over Pumpkin’s. I promise to be just as entertaining,” Emily laughed at Brad’s shocked face. She rose on her tiptoes and gave him a quick kiss on the lips then a longer one. Brad didn’t resist and her tongue danced with his.

“Nice,” she complimented. “I see Pumpkin has stirred up your hormones. Or was that me?” She giggled like a young teenager and rubbed his lump.

Brad was floating in the Twilight Zone. An alternate universe where sons and moms did things like this. “No, it was you,” Brad mumbled awkwardly. What the fuck was going on with Mom? She had never acted like this. They locked eyes. He tried to look away, but her eyes had a magnetic pull. He gawked at her hard nipples, and the smoldering look in her eyes. The urge to touch her almost made him lose control.

Emily rubbed his cheek. “You blush so cute, honey” she murmured. Turning she took a step back to the kitchen and purposely let the towel fall out of her hands. “Oops!” She bent over to pick it up. Staying bent over. The small top slid up her wide hips exposing her ample bum cheeks.

“A week of this? Dad’s business trip was extended. I’m fucked!” His lips still burned from Mom’s passionate kiss. And the way she touched his cock wasn’t an accident. “Did mom drop the towel on purpose? Why is she still bent over?”

“Fuck!” Brad exclaimed staring at the red thong wedged between his mom’s fleshy ass cheeks. Her ass was twice the size of Pumpkins. “Mom!”

Emily wiggled her ass and stood laughing. “How clumsy of me.” Pleased, she headed to the kitchen. Her thong was a last-minute addition. She thought about going naked, but a little mystery was always more exciting. She stopped and turned. “You okay, honey? It looks like that lump of yours has grown.”

Brad had never noticed before how hot his mom was. Or maybe he had but never allowed himself to think about her that way. She snuck a look over her shoulder and smirked when she saw him checking out her ass.

“Oh shit, she caught me!” he squirmed. “My mom’s a MILF!” They got along great, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that the events of today had changed the dynamics of their relationship. It felt like she was seducing him. The way she looked at him. The deep kisses on the lips. First in his bedroom and now in the hallway. And she doesn’t have a bra on! He was submerged in a fantasy. Drowning. But his cock was miles ahead of his mind.

Brad stared open-mouthed at the doorway. His mom’s thong-clad ass forced him to acknowledge her in a new way. Her kiss and touch made him instantly hard. He couldn’t suppress the attraction and conflicting arousal.

“Um ... I’ll be right back,” he croaked heading for the stairs desperate to get into the bathroom and relieve the ache with his hand. He didn’t get two steps up before his mother peeked around the corner. “Brad, take your time, I know this is hard on you,” she winked before disappearing back into the kitchen. He didn’t know if the inuendo was deliberate or not, but it pushed him over the edge.

His belt was undone before he burst into the bathroom and slammed the door. “FUCK!” He couldn’t believe it was his mom he was furiously jerking off to. He closed his eyes and saw her in his mind’s eye, naked, her breasts spilling out of the tight top, her pussy wet and begging for his cock. He stroked faster standing with his legs split over the toilet. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! What’s happening to me?” he mumbled.

The knock on the door almost gave him a heart attack. “Coming, Brad?” Emily called out with a lilt in her voice.

He was too far gone to stop. His mom was on the other side of the door, and he was jerking off thinking about her. He stroked himself faster. “Yeah, in a second,” he groaned back, trying to sound casual. The door handle turned. “Mom! Wait!” But it was too late the door pushed opened and his mom caught him in the act. Brad’s eyes went wide. His cock erupted shooting hot white goo all over the toilet seat. His hand kept stroking and several more spurts followed. She caught him masturbating, fantasizing vividly about her mid-ejaculation.

“Brad!” Emily gasped. He expected her to scold him, but she didn’t. “Wow! That was a huge load!” Her eyes grew wide, and she licked her lips. Brad felt his face go from red hot to volcanic.

“Mom ... I,” he stuttered, stumbling back against the counter with his pants and boxers at his knees. Mom kept her gaze on his pulsing cock and the mess he’d made. She stepped into the bathroom and shook her head, her eyes never leaving his cock.

“Move your hands, let me get a good look at my son,” Emily said, her voice surprisingly calm and even a bit raspy. Brad’s heart was racing, his cock still hard and twitching from the orgasm. He couldn’t believe she saw him jack-off.

Emily felt like she had won the lottery, Brad was almost twice the size of his dad. Her timing was perfect. She had stood in the doorway waiting, knowing what he was doing. He looked so cute in his embarrassment. His hands fell to his sides. His cock softening and going limp. “Well, you’re certainly no longer my little boy, you’re my big boy now,” she laughed.

She slinked into the bathroom. Her fingers didn’t hesitate and gripped his cock. Stroking him softly coating her fingers in his leaking cum. “You know, I had an idea,” she began, “Since you won’t be fucking Pumpkin for a week, I think we should use this time to get to know each other better.”

Brad’s mind was a jumbled mess. Her hand felt good. Better than Mae’s or Pumpkin’s. Maybe it was because she was his mom?

“I’ve noticed the way you’ve grown into a handsome man. And I like the way you look at me. It makes me feel young again.”

“Mom, I’m sorry. I couldn’t stop,” Brad groaned, his eyes full of confusion and arousal.

Emily’s hand stroked him gently, her thumb brushing over the sensitive skin under the tip of his cock. “There’s nothing to be sorry about, Brad,” she said, her voice soothing. “You’re just a young man with needs. And I’m a woman who has the same needs. For the next week it will be your chore to satisfy them.” She stepped closer, her chest pressing against his and her hand moving faster. “Kiss me, Brad. Like we’re lovers.”

Without thinking, Brad grabbed his mom and kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth. It felt wrong but so incredibly sexy. He could feel her hand tightening around his shaft, bringing him back to life. The guilt washed away with every stroke.

“Never ever waste your cum again,” she whispered against his lips, her breath hot and heavy. “That’s what mommy’s holes are for. You were a bad boy fucking Pumpkin without my permission and now I will have to punish you. Clean this up and come downstairs in your boxers. Leave the rest of your clothes behind.” She licked Brad’s cum off her fingers. “Mm, good. Don’t keep me waiting.

He watched mom turn and lift the bottom of his T-shirt giggling and smiling at him. Is there another word for dumbfounded? Brad knew there were probably a million. All of them pointed at him.

His phone vibrated. It was a text from Pumpkin. ’I can’t believe we’re boyfriend/girlfriend! Your mom seems to be okay with us having sex. And so is mine. I don’t think I can last a week without having your big, beautiful cock inside me!:)’

Brad sighed and replied, his thumbs typing quickly. ’can’t talk now, my mom has supper ready. Maybe later.’

The smell of garlic filled the air. He walked into the kitchen wearing only his boxers. He stopped dead. His mom was bent over stirring the sauce. She had taken off his T-shirt. She was topless! Both bare ass cheeks greeted him. Brad felt his cock stir again. “How ... can I help?” he deflected, trying to sound casual even though he was fucking overwhelmed standing there admiring her breasts.

“Oh! You scared me, honey,” she laughed turning round and making her bare breasts bounce. She glanced at his crotch. “You feel better now? It looks like you are getting another stiffy!” The question made Brad blush, and she giggled again at his discomfort. “Set the table, please, honey. Everything is ready.”

Brad couldn’t believe how beautiful his mom’s breasts were. “Um ... yeah.” He went to the drawer and got out the cutlery then two plates from the upper cupboard. His eyes kept drifting to his mom. She ignored his stares but there was a smirk on her face. She was playing a game of seduction with him. The incestual thoughts were wrong on so many levels, but also so fucking hot! How the fuck was he supposed to eat when she looked so sexy.

“Oh, honey, take a good look and get it out of your system. This is what I am going to be wearing all week when we are alone.” Brad sighed. “Maybe less!” she teased.

It took huge inner strength to pretend this was normal with his mom sitting there topless. They talked about school, her work, but she never mentioned Pumpkin. Mom let him stare at her breasts, she had a way of making him feel like everything was going to be okay. After supper, she stood at the sink, and he dried the plates.

Finished, Emily turned to her Brad, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “So, you want to watch that new horror movie with me?” she asked, a knowing smile playing on her lips. He had an erection again. Young men were so viral.

The “horror” movie she wanted to watch was on an adult channel. It was rated XXX. Hardcore intercourse, nudity, sex, and graphic violence. A young girl gets lost in the woods and three hillbillies’ rape and torture her. Emily was a big fan of porn, and she had watched this movie over a dozen times. The scenes were so realistic it always got her off. “Dad is such a prude!” she laughed slapping Brad on his studly ass. “He never lets me watch porn. I get so turned on when a girl is helpless and a guy fucks her or rapes her.”

She looked into his eyes. “Earlier, I started to tell you how I lost my virginity. This time don’t stop me. No one knows about what happened that night. I didn’t go to the cops or tell my parents or girlfriends.” She took his hand in hers and put it on her bare breast. “Rub my nipple, honey.” Emily closed her eyes for a second.

“What I am going to tell you must stay between us. Promise?” Brad nodded and his finger tightened. “My boyfriend, Stu, was on the football team. He was a big dork, but I liked him. He had a big cock, not as big as yours but still a decent size. We had been making out for a long time but never went all the way. I was a virgin. I would suck his cock and let him cum in my mouth.” Emily stopped looking like she was rewinding the night from her memory. “That night, it was after his team lost, Stu, Mark, Roy, and me went for a drive out near Miller’s Landing with several cases of beer. To drown our sorrow.”

“Mark drove and Stu and I were kissing in the back seat, and he had his hand under my cheerleader top. Roy was sitting in front, leaning over and watching. I tried to get Stu to stop but he laughed and kept going. Frustrated and overpowered by his size, I closed my eyes so I wouldn’t see Roy as Stu mauled my boobs. Stu knew I was a virgin and wanted to wait for the right moment.”

“When we got to the isolated spot. The boys started drinking. Heavily. I had a couple of beers, but I never liked the taste. Besides, I was going to be the designated driver.” Emily took Brad’s hand and guided it downward, brushing across her taut stomach toward her thong.