Chapter 1

Mom

I had been awake for the last hour, lying quietly in bed, waiting for my husband to wake up. The furnace had kicked on earlier so it was beginning to warm in the bedroom. There was snow on the ground outside and it was still dark at 6AM. It was not getting light now until around 8 O’clock.

I slowly lifted my hips and pulled the t-shirt I wore to bed up and then worked it up my body and over my head. I moved closer to Greg and put my arm across his chest. Lying against him naked I was hoping he would awake before the alarm and have time for me. It has been over a year since the last time we had sex. I knew it was not me, or at least I did not think it was. Men still gave me the eye. I had what I thought was a pretty good slender body, breasts that still drew men’s eyes and I’m just 35. My theory was that it was “little miss perky tits.” Greg had hired a new secretary 18 months ago and had started spending much more time at the office about that time and had started making frequent out-of-town business trips about a year ago. Miss Perky was 22, in great shape, had legs, as he said that “went all the way up”, and tits that stuck straight out.

I had discussed this with Terri, my best friend, who lived across out back yard. She had a pool and we, the kids and I, frequently went over during the summer. We had coffee together about every other morning and discussed just about everything in our lives. Terri was a few years younger than me and had been divorced several years now. She had no children so she had quite a social life though she was in a dry spell right now. During one of these coffees Terri had told me to be more aggressive, to take control. “You got him in bed in the morning. Don’t let him get out until he fucks you good.”

Her plain talking could make me blush, “I can’t do that. It’s just not me.”

“Well whatever you have been doing this last year has not been working so you might want to try something different before your miss perky tits starts waking up in your bed and you are in an apartment somewhere else.”

When the alarm went off I was disappointed but not really surprised when he moved my arm off him and immediately slid out of bed.

With a bit of complaint in my voice I asked, “Can’t you stay in bed a little longer? I could use a little attention. I have not seen much of you recently.” As I said this I pulled the blanket down so my breasts were showing. Maybe a little skin will entice him.

He looked down at me but just said “No. I have meetings first thing in the morning and you need to get ready and take the kids to school before work.” With that he walked into the master bathroom and closed the door. I pulled the blanket back up and lay back feeling very frustrated. I had actually got a bit wet just anticipating the possibility that we could be pounding away on the bed.

I had gotten in the habit of taking our children, Jeremy and the twins, Allison and Shelly, to school each morning, at least when they did not have friends stop by and pick them up. Jeremy had just turned sixteen a few months ago. He was almost the spitting image of his father though he was a couple of inches taller even though just sixfteen. He might even be more muscular than his dad. He had football training almost daily; weight training three times a week and cardiovascular the other two days plus all the swimming he could get in next door in Terri’s heated swimming pool. When friends called for my husband and Jeremy answered they frequently could not tell the difference in the voices.

Allison and Shelly, at fifteen were beginning to turn all the boys’ heads. They both had a great bodies and breasts that I wished I had at their age.

When I heard the electric razor start I knew there was no chance he would change his mind so I decided to doze for a while longer. I must have just fallen off when I heard my Greg’s voice through the fog.

Still drowsy I said “Uh? What did you say? You know I can’t hear you when the door is closed. Come in here.”

The door opened and I turned over in the dark. Terri’s advice suddenly came to me. She’s right, my way is not working. I have to try her suggestion. I can’t give him a chance to say no. I’ll have to be quick. In the dark I could barely make out that he was still in his robe as he stepped up to the bed. Fighting the fog of sleepiness I reached out quickly my left hand, groped my way through his robe and grabbed his cock.

“Wait! What are...”

“Don’t talk. Just be quiet.” I had to be very quick before he moved away. If this did not work I would be too embarrassed to ever try again.

“But you shouldn’t...”

“I said don’t talk.” With that I took my right hand and threw the covers down off me. I was lying completely naked in the bed in front of him. Earlier, just naked breasts did not do the trick, maybe some exposed pussy would do it. I drew my knees up a bit and then spread them. He must know what I want because I could feel him trying to move backwards. I just took a tighter grip on his cock and pulled him back to the side of the bed. He must have some interest because he began growing stiffer in my hand. He was limp and dangling when I first grabbed him but now I had a pretty good tool to hang on to. Terri had been right all this time. I can’t stop now. I have to keep this escalating and not give him a chance to stop.

“Stop. You don’t know...” His voice sounded a bit choked.

With as much force as I could put in my voice, “I said shut-up.” I put up as an aggressive front as I knew how. I can’t let him back out now. “Now get up here and fuck me.” With that I tugged hard on his cock until he had to follow up onto the bed and kept pulling him over until he was finally above me. Terri’s right. Men pretty much go wherever their cock goes. In the confusion, and in his attempt to keep his cock from being stretched a foot longer one of his hands landed on my right breast before sliding down to the bed. With some more tugging I finally had him on his hands and knees with both of his knees between my spread legs and his hands on either side of my shoulders keeping his chest from touching mine. I wish it was lighter so I could see the look on his face. I had never been this demanding of him and wondered how he was taking it. Though from the hard dick I now had in my hand I had a pretty good idea.

I could hear him starting to protest again, probably trying to be faithful to “little miss perky tits”, so, while keeping a firm grip on his cock, I reached up with my other hand to the back of his head and pulled his head down until his lips brushed against one of my nipples. I held his head there as his lips parted and a nipple slid into his mouth. His tongue moved slowly across my nipple and I could feel his body relax a bit in surrender. As his tongue began moving around my nipple in small circles I knew I had won, “I finally have his attention.” Then he sucked more of my breast into his mouth and the feeling made my body arch up against him. His tongue was making my pussy tingle. I definitely have his interest now. If his cock gets any harder I’ll be able to pound nails.

I pulled his cock up to my pussy and began moving the head in small circles around my clitoris. The tingle was quickly becoming major source of heat in my pussy and if I got any wetter I was going to have a major wet spot to avoid later.

I continued moving the head of his cock around in small circles around my clitoris and after every few passes I would push the head of his cock down and into my pussy. After holding it there for a few seconds, enjoying the feeling I would then pull it back out and rub my clitoris some more. All his resistance had disappeared and his body was beginning to sag down onto me. I loved the weight of him on me, pinning me to the bed. He pulled his head away from my breast and up to me neck. He tried to speak once again but I quickly put a stop to it by pulling his head around kissing him deeply. I then moved his head around until I could reach one of his ears with my tongue. I was just putting the head of his cock in my pussy again as I stuck my tongue in his ear. When I ran it around the inside of his ear he reacted with a strong thrust sinking his cock a several inches deeper in me.

I pulled my hand from his cock and moved both hands to his butt and pulled him another couple of inches deeper. A gasp escaped from me. He’s stretching me. I must have shrunk from lack of use. He feels so huge in me. “Fuck me Honey! I need a good fucking.” I dug my nails in as he began thrusting in earnest. “Harder” I cried. I could feel him bottoming out in me; pulling back a few inches then thrust hard back into me. It was perfect pressure against my clitoris. The heat was building in me and I knew I was going to cum very soon. As I lay back waiting for the orgasm to build, I felt him thrust hard in me and hold it with his whole body stiffening. “No, not yet.” I cried in his ear. “Wait for me!” But it was too late. I felt him begin to erupt with stream after stream of hot sperm shooting into me. It seemed to just go on and on ... five, six, seven, eight jerks of his hips before he slowed and stopped thrusting against me. Even then he continued to thrust his hips lightly against me like the aftershocks after a major earthquake.

As his body relaxed on me I felt the rage mount. It has been a whole year and he could not hold off another minute for me. He pounds away on me for a couple of minutes and he’s done. He just satisfies himself and who knows when I’ll get mine.

“You Bastard” I hissed into his ear. “Why couldn’t you wait just a bit longer for me?”

“I’m sorry mom. I couldn’t help it.”

“Sure you’re sorry but I’m...” Mom? Oh god no. It can’t be. Jeremy? No it can’t be. It’s has to be Greg. “Jeremy? Is that you?”

With dread I recognized Jeremy’s voice. “It’s me mom.”

“What are you doing in here? Why didn’t you say something? How could you do this?”

“I’m sorry mom. I tried to tell you it was me. Every time I tried to say anything you told me to shut up and ... you know, do it.”

My rage quickly melted away with guilt taking its place. He’s right. This is all my fault. I could tell from his voice he was close to tears. This is terrible. Where is Greg anyway? Then I heard the shower faintly. Thank god he did not walk in on us. If he is still in the shower it will still be a while before he comes back through the bedroom. What do I do now, other than sign Jeremy up for years of therapy. I have to say something so he won’t think this is his fault. He is only sixteen.

He shifted slightly on me and then I realized he was still rock hard, still on top of me with a huge cock still buried hilt deep in me. As I struggled with trying to find the right words I noticed he was still putting pressure on my clitoris and I was really enjoying it. A slight rocking motion was quickly getting me very aroused again.

“Jeremy. You have to stop!”

“I’m not doing anything!”

“You are pushing in me.”

“No I’m not. You are doing that.”

I then realized I still had my hands on his butt and had been gently pulling him against me this whole time. I made an effort to stop but it felt so good. I’m so close. He is already inside me. What harm would it do to just do this for a few seconds longer then never again. No, what am I thinking, I have to stop. This is wrong. I’m his mother. As these thoughts kept going back and forth in my mind my pussy betrayed me. It was just a twitch of muscles but the resulting squeeze on Jeremy’s cock made him thrust hard inside me. He held his hips hard against me. I could feel his cock twitch inside my pussy and then he ground his body against mine, which just set my clitoris on fire.

“I’m sorry mom. I couldn’t help it when you squeezed me.”

“I know honey. It is my fault. Just hold it there for a few seconds then we have to stop.”

The heat in my stomach kept growing. My nipples felt so sensitive. We have to stop. Without thinking, I tilted my pelvis up towards him and involuntarily gave his cock another squeeze. Jeremy pulled back a few inches and again thrust hard into me and held it. As I was about to say “okay, that’s enough” he pulled back and then thrust hard into me again. My words caught in my throat. How can he be so hard after cumming just a minute ago? Oh, to be a teenager again.

He buried his face in my neck as he began picking up speed, thrusting again and again into me. “I’m sorry mom. It just feels so good.”

“That’s okay son. But we need to stop soon.”

He felt so big I could feel pressure everywhere in my pussy. It was like the end of a baseball bat was in me. Just how big is he anyway? At some point his hands had moved under my hips pulling me tight against him but now I felt them slide out and move up my body until they reached my breasts. He slowly moved his fingers up then lifted his chest up so he could cup both of my breasts. He began rubbing both of my nipples with his fingers. That sent an electric shock from my nipples directly to my pussy ... which then made my pussy grab Jeremy’s cock ... which made him thrust harder in me.

“Jeremy. We have to stop.” I whispered hoarsely. It was getting very hard to think straight. I have to stop this before we go to far. “Too Far? What am I thinking”? We have already gone too far. He has already cum in me. But then the devil on the other shoulder said “But you are so close. What’s the harm since he has already cum in you once already.” Okay, maybe just a few seconds longer then we will stop. Jeremy, not aware of the conversation I was having with myself, did not say anything. He just kept rubbing my nipples and driving his cock in and out of me.

We both froze at the sound of the shower door opening and closing. A minute later the sound of moving around was followed by a hair dryer starting.

“Jeremy, we have just a few minutes before your father comes out. I need you to finish fucking me. I need to cum and I am very close.” He just nodded and continued pumping me.