Chapter 4

Paula awoke suddenly, in the car, her head in Donny’s lap as they drove down the highway. She must have fallen asleep. Well, no wonder, she thought. She’d had more exercise today than she’d had in years. That brought a smile to her lips. She was going to be sore tomorrow, that’s for sure. No treats like that for Donny for awhile. She smiled to herself as she realized that she hadn’t thought ‘never again’.

She could feel Donny. Her ear was lying right on his bulge. And it was bulging. Was he always partly hard, she wondered? She didn’t let on that she was awake, but she moved her head a little as if reacting to a dream. She could feel Donny harden underneath her. I guess I really do it for him, she thought, if I can make him hard so easily. She thought back to the beginning, just weeks ago, when he’d first laid his head on her nipple, how he’d played with it while pretending not to know what he was doing. She moved her head again, causing the expected response. Well, she smiled to herself. What should the cat do now?

Still feigning sleep, Paula changed her position completely so she was laying facing the seat, turning her head to face Donny, and pointing her mouth directly down into his crotch. She could feel his cock straining to break through his shorts. He didn’t say anything to her. Clearly, he still thought she was asleep. She kept still for a few moments, just using her heated breath to blow onto his cock. Then, she made her move.

She pressed her face right onto his cock. She could feel him go rigid, then relax. She stayed still for a while, then moved her lips, as if clearing something in her mouth. She began to do this more often, subtly working his cock with her lips. He was getting beside himself, wanted to adjust his cock to relieve the strain, but terrified that she would stop if she awoke. Paula opened her mouth and let her lips envelop his bent shaft over his shorts. Donny couldn’t believe it. His mother had her mouth around his cock, in her sleep! Paula began kneading his cock in her mouth, munching him with her lips.

Donny couldn’t stand any more. His cock would break if he didn’t move it. Reaching under his mother’s head, he lifted his shorts and let his cock spring straight and free. He lowered her head and he let his shorts snap back to cover his cock, except for the couple of inches now sticking out under the elastic waistband. He glanced down. His mother’s eyes were still closed, she hadn’t awoken. Unfortunately, her mouth was no longer pressed against his cock. He placed his hand behind her head and gently pulled, urging her mouth closer to his swollen dick.

Paula almost burst out laughing when she felt his hand on her head. Oh, teasing was such fun. No wonder she couldn’t help but follow the path she had. This was the stuff of life. She let him urge her head forward until her lips were once again pressed against his shorts. But she didn’t move her lips. After a minute, his hand again pressed against her head, gently prodding. The third time, she moved her lips on him. She heard him gasp. She stayed still for several seconds, then moved her lips again, eventually opening them until she again grasped his shaft in her oratory muscles. She munched him softly, then, in the guise of adjusting her head for comfort, slid her gripping lips up and down his shaft a few times, coming to rest with her mouth firmly gripping his cock through his shorts just below his waistband.

She released his cock from her mouth, twisting her head to lay flatter in his lap. Donny’s breathing was now very ragged and hoarse. Paula breathed, blowing hot air onto the bare underside of his shaft above his shorts, just below the head of his cock. She could feel his involuntary jerks each time she blew her hot breath on his sensitive member. She moved her head higher, just a bit. Twisting forward, she blew more directly on him. Then she stopped. He reached down to gently nudge her head, to no avail. Just as she felt his frustration making his leg muscles rigid, she licked him. She thought he was going to go through the roof. When he settled down, she stretched her tongue out and, keeping it extended, began flicking it back and forth under his cockhead. Donny tried to press more into her mouth, but he couldn’t. She kept mercilessly teasing him with her flicking tongue.

Abruptly, she stopped. His cock was yearning for her mouth, trying to reach up to press against her tongue. But she held back. Then, moving her head toward his stomach, she poised above his head, and dropped her open mouth onto his helmet, covering it completely with her warm lips, pressing her tongue in, moving it wetly around him.

“Oh, God, Mom.” Donny tried humping into her face. She pulled away.

“If you want me to suck you, you’d better find a place to pull over.”

“There’s a rest stop in two miles,” he gasped.

“Can you make it?” she asked.

“I think so,” he answered, pressing his foot harder on the gas pedal.

“Good,” she said, lowering her head to once again take him into her mouth.

Donny pulled into the first parking spot he came to. There weren’t many cars in the rest area, but it was well lit, even at the far end where they were. He didn’t care. He shut the car off immediately, adjusted the steering wheel to its maximum height, pushed the seat back, and levered his cock farther into his mother’s mouth. She had by now covered him in her saliva, and his fucking action into her mouth was well lubricated, sloppy, and slurpily noisy. He needed her desperately. Paula let him grasp her, holding her head over his cock as he fucked up into her mouth. She knew he couldn’t help it. After all, it was her fault for teasing him so badly and now she was experiencing a few minutes of discomfort as he urgently jammed his cock into her head, held tightly to his chest, his body finally going rigidly still as he cried, “Mom, I’m coming, I’m coming.”

Paula couldn’t believe how much he came. She couldn’t take it all and most of it dripped down from her mouth to fall on his shorts.

“I’m sorry, Mom. I’m sorry.”

“It’s OK, baby. It’s OK.”

“I just needed you so badly.”

“I know.” She loved how desperately he needed her. And she loved teasing him, she smiled to herself. God help her, she loved it. She’d almost come just knowing how horny he was for her, how horny she’d made him. She thrilled to the sense of power that came with knowing that she could do it any time she wanted. She knew she’d crave that feeling again. Soon.

Fortunately, they arrived home before Don. Some of Donny’s come had spilled on Paula’s dress and his shorts and shirt. Donny smelled like a spunk factory. When Don did arrive, Paula didn’t even give him the cold treatment. She somehow felt they were even. But she wasn’t her normal self, either. She didn’t go out of her way to please him. Over the next week, she avoided Don, pointedly deferred all his normal decisions involving her to Donny, and made sure she wasn’t alone with Donny. Whenever she was in Donny’s presence, with Don there, she found ways to tease him, either through body emphasis or womanly glances, smiles, and ‘innocent’ touches. By the end of the week, Donny had built up the need for a giant sperm attack, despite finding frequent yet now unsatisfactory relief through masturbation.

All through the week, when she was home alone, Paula worked on her tan. Normally pretty, her renewed excitement for living coupled with her fresh air look and confidence transformed her into a truly, sexy attractive woman. On Thursday night, she teased Donny terribly by following along with a TV exercise program in the living room wearing a sleeveless blouse and short tennis skirt, with matching panties. Despite his father reading in his lazy boy, Donny’s attention was often obviously glued to his mother’s body as she stretched and contorted before him. It didn’t help that she often made eye contact and tossed secretive smiles at him. To Donny’s major disappointment, she retired for the evening with her husband who, based on his advances in bed, had also experienced a heightened awareness of her. These she firmly rebuffed.

Friday night she made dinner reservations at an upscale restaurant and dressed in a form fitting, long evening gown with a long slit up one side. She was ready early, waiting for Don to arrive from work, sitting on the chair near the entrance which wasn’t used often but afforded an excellent view of her legs, which she ensured were often advantageously displayed. for anyone sitting on the couch. In just twenty minutes, Paula managed to keep Donny’s attention on her legs and feet as she moved and bounced them about while reading a book during her wait for Don. Despite his increasing horniness through the week, Donny had been more and more hesitant to ‘come on’ to her, fearing her elusiveness was a sign she was reconsidering her liberal relationship with him, and he didn’t want to risk being cut off completely. So he watched and coveted from a distance.

Paula was quite seductive with Don at the restaurant and she kept herself close to him afterward while dancing. She kept him out later than usual, subtly teasing him, knowing that Donny would be eagerly waiting for them to come home, hoping his father would again retire on his own, leaving his mother alone with him. But it didn’t happen. Don seemed eager to go to bed, but not without Paula. She insisted on having a glass of wine with their son, sitting close to him on the couch and patting his knee while they all watched the late news. Like the evening before, she accompanied her husband to bed, but she didn’t need to rebuff his advances. Don’s mind wasn’t on sex with his renewed wife, for reasons that will become apparent in a moment.

Paula didn’t know why she was teasing Don. Perhaps she just wanted to prove she could still interest him, because she knew he didn’t excite her sexually at all. For all she cared, Heather could have him. But her son, now that was a different matter. The more she teased him, the more he wanted her, the more excited she became. She found that teasing him was almost like having sex. Her whole body was on edge. The excitement began as soon as she realized she was about to tease him, the anticipation alone titillating her. Paula was becoming a very sensual, sexual woman, and it showed, although not explicitly, in her demeanor.

As part of her dinner conversation with Don, Paula had mentioned old holidays, bringing Jim and Heather into their discussion. She hadn’t been able to resist toying with Don, perhaps a little maliciously. She had to admit that Don handled himself well, not giving himself away at all. Perhaps that was part of the reason he was successful in his work. He didn’t even crack when she dropped her little bomb just before dessert arrived.

“You know, I felt so bad about not being up for brunch last week. You just won’t believe who I ran into this week. I know I can’t maneuver you into a surprise, so I’ll just tell you. I ran into Jim. You remember, he and his wife had the cabin next to ours on the lake, still do, in fact. Well, we’re all going to meet Jim and Heather for brunch tomorrow at that little cafe near the lake. It will be so exciting to see such good old friends after all these years. Isn’t that great?”

Paula was very enthusiastic, so excited at revealing her surprise, her eyes searching his to measure its effect. Don appeared to be quite surprised, indeed, and suitably excited at the prospect.

Saturday. Brunch. The trip there was long for Don. His mind appeared to be somewhere else. Something at work, he explained. Paula had dressed in a new frock she’d picked for the occasion, one that showed off her newly tanned legs and emphasized her ample and well formed, but not overly large bosom. The color matched her hair well and allowed her sparkly eyes to stand out. And they did have an extra sparkle on this sunny Saturday morning.

Donny wasn’t bothered that his father seemed to be off in space. He was glad for it. It allowed him to remain twisted around in his seat to chat, and closely eye, his mother sitting directly behind his father. Paula seemed to be making up for her lack of attention through the week. She was constantly adjusting, always lifting, her skirt, allowing Donny extended observations of her freshly tanned thighs. Complying with her previous promise, there were no panties in evidence when his Dad was present, as he sort of was today.

Toying with the buttons down the front of her perky dress, Paula had managed to accidentally undo two while seated in the backseat. Having started the journey with one undone, there was no doubt that Donny’s favorite Mom was braless as well. Just to be sure this knowledge was available, Paula made sure to brush her lapels open many times as she held her hand to her chest, then suddenly moved them to make a point during her conversation with her rapt son. Donny hadn’t been told that they were meeting anyone at the cafe.

When they arrived, Jim and Heather were already there. Donny lagged behind as they entered the cafe, his twisted posture during the car ride, or something, seeming to have made walking difficult for him. When they entered the cafe the waitress, who had been so friendly the week before, frowned and became distant.

“Sit anywhere you like,” she said, following behind with three menus. Her scowl deepened when they joined Jim and Heather waiting in a large booth. Jim was truly very happy to see them but Heather was antsy. Paula made sure that Donny slid in the sit next to Heather, planting herself next to Donny, leaving Don to sit next to Jim, whom she knew would keep him preoccupied.

Oh, what a setting for innuendo on multiple levels. Jim was ecstatic to see his old holiday friends, Don was stiff, but trying to act carefree, Heather was nervous and tense as was Donny, and Paula was full of rampant anticipation. She had no idea what would happen, and was thrilled at the unpredictability of the situation. Paula was having a great time.

After passing out the menus, the waitress returned to the counter, exchanging unheard comments with old Mrs. Johnson, both subsequently flashing contemptuous glances at the only booth holding paying customers.

As the meal progressed, Paula leaned over Donny often to speak to Heather, using her hands to lean on Donny’s legs. She often placed her palm flat on his thigh nearest her, her fingers pressing between his legs just below his crotch. Even Heather, certainly a woman with absolutely no bi tendencies, noticed that Paula’s dress was uncharacteristically open and that, leaning over this way so often, this must certainly be apparent to her own son. Eventually, she also noticed how familiar she was with Donny’s anatomy and matched this observation to Paula’s seemingly innocent comments on how she was so happy she’d had a son instead of a daughter like Heather. “You just don’t know what you’re missing,” she insisted, grasping Donny’s thigh once more, letting it slide down his leg when she noticed she’s garnered Heather’s attention.

If Heather was confused before, she was certainly in uncharted waters now. She had been bracing herself for a confrontation with Paula. Did she know about her and Don? Jim certainly didn’t, so if she did know she hadn’t let on yet. But Paula was so friendly and, in a bizarre turn of events, she was clearly showing her old friend and neighbor that she had a strange relationship with her son. Why was she letting her know that? Men may be stupid about such things, but a woman knows what another woman will notice. This was no accident.

Despite the tension of the initial situation, Heather found herself becoming intrigued. Paula and Donny were now so much more interesting than Don. She had long since stopped sending furtive, questioning glances his way searching for a signal that Paula knew or didn’t know about their recently rekindled affair which she had only renewed because of sheer boredom with her life. Now she wanted to reacquaint herself with Paula. There seemed to be more to this woman than she’d ever imagined. She didn’t realize it, but her fingers reached up to toy with the buttons on her own blouse, absently undoing one and pulling her shirt open a little. She also glanced down as Paula leaned over to again speak to her in semi-confidential tones, although there was nothing confidential about the conversation. Her attention wasn’t caught by Paula’s hand between Donny’s leg, near his crotch, but by Paula’s dress which showed off her legs. She wished she’d worn a dress instead of pants.

Paula had grasped Donny’s right hand in her while talking and, while leaning over yet again to make a point to Heather, she used both Donny’s thigh and Heather’s knee to brace herself, with Donny’s hand still gripped in hers. As she withdrew, she left Donny’s hand there. Donny immediately started to withdraw it, but Paula leaned back in and pressed it to Heather’s leg again, this time farther up her thigh. She kept Donny’s hand there while she reiterated her point. Donny once again started to pull his hand away when she withdrew again but Paula immediately pressed his hand back, this time high on Heather’s thigh. Pulling back the third time, Donny left his hand there, and Heather made no move to displace it.

They both refilled their coffee cups, although there was no need for Paula to become more animated. First Paula and then Heather after she passed the pot to her. Heather filled Donny’s for him, pushing his hand back down on her leg when he started to lift it to take the pot from her. “I’ll get that for you, dear.” She kept her hand pressed down on Donny’s ensuring that it remained in place. This did not escape Paula’s notice and, catching Heather’s attention after she put the coffee pot down, she rewarded her friend with a warm, almost knowing smile.

Heather felt very alive. What was going on? What was Paula up to? She needed to know more. When the brunch finally ended, Heather insisted that they all come up to the cabin to see their old place. Jim was similarly enthusiastic, Don looked shell shocked, Paula pleased, and Donny gave no reaction except to slightly squeeze Heather’s thigh, an advance that sent a pulse of excitement right across her groin. Why, she wondered? Donny was not an overly attractive young man, having not inherited the good looks of either of his parents. But there was no denying it, his intentional touch had spread a sexual buzz throughout her pelvis.

The waitress and old Mrs. Johnson scowled at the party as they left, despite the large tip Jim left. Outside, Paula suggested that the men drive up to the cabin but Heather insisted that Donny join them, sitting in front between the two women. As they drove, Paula leaned over Donny again as she talked, her left hand now reaching between Donny’s legs, close enough to brush his crotch. Without prompting, Donny placed his left hand on Heather’s thigh. When she didn’t object, he slid it between her legs near, but not on, her crotch. Heather slowed the vehicle to a snail’s pace, falling far behind the men. She pulled her right hand away to stretch it around Donny’s shoulders to touch Paula’s.