Chapter 4

Even before he opened his eyes, Sam knew what state he was in. He felt the tight hem of his underwear pressing at the mid-part of his morning wood.

He felt the morning sun warm the side of his face.

He felt his mother’s hand on his chest.

She was still asleep. Sam felt relieved. He could now just sneak out of bed and jerk off in the bathroom. His new morning routine.

As he sat up, the blanket slid off of him and partly off of his sleeping mother beside him. She was lying on her back. The thin straps over her shoulders hadn’t managed to stay in place during the night, and the top of her teddy was down under her heavy breasts.

In this pale morning light, they were so glorious. Her dark brown nipples were erect as always and pointing straight out. They looked so tempting.

He could only imagine that he once upon a time had those luscious things put in his mouth 5 times a day.

A feeling of joy washed over him at having such a sexy mother. It was an agony that she was not his wife for real. There were so many things he’d like to do to that petite little vixen with the enormous boobs.

But at least she gave him good jerk-off material.

He was reminded of why he sat up. His cock was aching again. These briefs were no good.

Sam slid down on the bed a little to get in position to silently get out without making the bed move too much and risk waking his mother up.

But as he did, the covers slipped off her even more.

Sam couldn’t believe it. Her teddy was the kind that buttoned in the crotch, and during the night, the buttons had opened. Yvette’s most holy mound was naked and uncovered!

Sam’s brain forgot to breathe. All he could do was stare with his mouth hanging half open.

It was so amazing to see! Her pussy had been on his mind 24/7 lately. His eyes had been trying to look at it all the time. Now it was presented to him, right here on the bed.

He nervously looked up to check that Yvette was still sleeping. Then his eyes darted back to the prize at hand.

He leaned in a little closer. He wanted to soak everything in.

Her pussy was really impressive. Just as her tights and panties had hinted, it was very meaty, for the lack of a better word.

Her mound was like half of a tennis ball, but without the fuzz. She was totally clean-shaven, as if she’d never had any hair there at all. Halfway down the mound, her slit began. Her thick outer labia curved inward and divulged dark pink inner lips.

There was a hint of moisture in there even. Sam felt his finger instinctively move closer to her slit, but he steadied himself.

Imagine the horror of having her wake up with Sam’s finger poking at her pussy lips.

Sam rebooted his mind and pulled the covers over her again. But only enough to cover her nethers. Yvette’s massive boobs were still out on display.

As he got out of bed, he felt some precum trickle out from his pulsating dick. He had to be quick now.

He dashed out to the bathroom and hardly had time to close the door before he felt the gush coming.

Just in time, he managed to aim for the sink and let his head fall back as he painted the pale green ceramics with ropes of cum.

As he was wiping the sink off, he began to wonder if this was even healthy. Being so constantly hard and horny. Was this really good for his body?

Whatever the case, he now felt relaxed and could breathe easier.

He decided to prepare some nice breakfast for her.

Sam felt at ease. He felt lightheaded, he felt like if ... like if he was ... in love?

This thought made him pause for a moment.

Was he in love with his mom? He was hot for her, sure. He was turned on by her. He fantasized about her while he masturbated. He was truly infatuated, but ... in love?

He concluded that this was a door for another day. Best not to think too much. He had urges. His mom was very attractive. They were in a situation where they had to fake a relationship. Of course, he’d get horny for her. She was a hot woman, and he was just a man.

Well, her son, but also just a man. Who could blame him?

And it was for the best. This new job would give them security and wealth. His mother would never need anything again. All they had to do was pretend...

Well, and sometimes maybe kiss or hug. But he liked that. And from what he could tell from his mother’s reactions, she did too.

Of course, she also had urges. A hot woman like her. How could she not? She was clearly built for sex.

There was a thought that Sam quickly dropped. Just the thought of ... sex ... her full and delicious pussy ... Nope!

Sam got back to making breakfast.

Yvette still hadn’t come out of bed, so Sam thought it might be nice if he would treat her to some breakfast in bed.

It was a bit exciting. He felt as if it was her birthday and he was about to wake her up with a birthday song, but instead of cake, he just had some coffee and sandwiches on the plate for her. But still.

Sam was so immersed in his happy feeling of birthday surprise that he didn’t at first register the buzzing sound from the bedroom just before he gently nudged the door open with his elbow.

He had her plate in one hand, a cup of coffee in the other, and was too concentrated on not spilling anything. So when he entered the bedroom, his brain couldn’t make sense of what it was seeing.

Yvette sat up suddenly, her hair on end, one hand pulling up the covers, and the other fidgeting around between her legs.

As naive as can be, Sam swooped in and sat himself down on the bed and handed her the coffee cup. He was mostly just glad that he hadn’t spilt any, and now the job of not spilling was his mother’s responsibility.

As he sat, the covers got stretched, and Yvette had to hold on hard to keep her naked breasts covered. Her stiff nipples showed through the fabric.

“I was gonna say ‘happy birthday’, but ... it’s just some breakfast,” Sam said cheerfully. His mind still not putting the puzzle together.

“Ah ... hah...,” his mother seemed flustered, “Wow! That is so sweet of you. Breakfast in bed,” she swallowed and caught her breath, “what a lovely son I have ... I mean - husband!” she corrected.

She looked so lovely and cute. Sam admired her as he sat there. Her giant hair was all over the place, like a pencil troll. Her cheeks were blushed and even without make-up, she had a fresh glow about her.

Yvette was sitting with her knees up and keeping the covers over her bosom while sipping the coffee.

Sam could feel her legs making small twitches every few moments.

Then his brain caught up...

His mother had been pleasing herself under the covers! He registered the open drawer of her bed table. That would be the typical place to keep a big black dildo.

Sam felt himself getting hot and sweaty all of a sudden.

Could it be that he had walked in on his mother as she was pleasuring herself with that vibrating dildo?

Now he remembered the buzzing sound just as he came in. Her fiddling around and covering herself up.

Sam’s eyes wandered the bed. Damn. It was nowhere to be seen. Did she still have it stuffed in her?!

Was she sitting here beside him, with that big, black thing shoved up her swelling pussy?

Sam couldn’t help but get mental images. It was as if he got x-ray vision and could see the thing shoved deep into her wet folds down there.

Sam tried to play it cool. He asked if she had slept well and tried to pretend to be as naive as he had been a few seconds ago, all the while getting mental images of his mom impaled on a sex toy and still having it inside of her while he sat there.

Yvette mostly nodded and answered in short phrases as she anxiously sipped her coffee.

He noticed his mother’s eyes shift out to the widow and he turned to see what she saw. It was that neighbour with the small dog. Even though she was many yards away, they could see that she saw them through the window.