Chapter 4

Michael stood by the car about half way down the block from the McKinney residence. Todd Masters, one of the older frat brothers was behind the wheel.

"Okay, plebe, there she is working in those flowers of hers."

Michael was a bit taken aback. When Bell had made the comment that the older woman was not bad looking, Michael had thought he was being facetious, that the McKinney woman would be haggard and ugly. Actually just the reverse was true. Sure, he thought, she was obviously in late middle age, but despite her silvered hair, she was still an attractive woman. Her face and body, while not those of a model, were pleasant. He noticed her figure, still trim. As he closed the distance between them he was captivated by her eyes — hazel, the same as his mother's. The closer he came the more he realized she reminded him of his mother.

Lynn Wynton had always been an exceptionally attractive woman; not in a flashy or sexy manner, but simply possessed of facial features which while unremarkable in themselves, blended well together, and possessed of a figure she worked hard to keep especially after the birth of Michael. She and Michael had not only bonded as would be expected, but as Michael grew older they had become devoted to each other. Michael's father, a corporate middle manager was not a bad father, simply a workaholic who spent little time with his wife and boy which only increased the bond between mother and son.

As was normal, Michael had developed a crush on his mother during adolescence. He was largely a loner at school and with his father preoccupied with business, Michael turned his attention more and more to his mother. Lynn's own loneliness and isolation from a husband who was either never home or continually on the phone about work meant she was unwittingly receptive to Michael's feelings. Lynn seemed unaware that Michael not only viewed her as mother and confidante, but progressively as an object of desire as well. She remained either unaware or else ignored the long and amorous looks he often gave her. She certainly did nothing to encourage such feelings, but did nothing to discourage them either. She was certainly cognizant that her son was growing into a handsome and strapping young man, but her sensual desires were focused entirely upon her husband.

Lynn would never have considered an affair. It simply was not in her character to do so. Even now, with Michael away at school and loneliness her constant companion, she remained faithful to the man she had married.

Everyone, however, has a breaking point, a time at which suppressed feelings can no longer be contained, a point at which logic breaks down and emotions bubble over, taking control and causing one to succumb to desires which under other circumstances would be considered unthinkable. Such it had been for Lynn and Michael.

At hs mother's urgings Michael, then fourteen, had asked a girl on a double date. Both mother and son were pleased when the girl accepted. Lynn, in the meantime, was looking forward to a long needed night out with her husband, Rex. They had planned on a dinner and a new musical showing downtown. Lynn had hoped the evening would be capped off with sex, an experience which seemed to be getting rarer as time went on. She had purchased a very revealing negligee which she intended to use to lure her husband to bed.

Michael's father drove Michael and his date to the movies where they met the other boy and girl. After the movie Michael would be staying the night at the other boy's house. Lynn would pick him up in the morning. it seemed perfect, allowing Lynn and Rex to have the entire night together.

Everything fell apart however when, after a wonderful dinner and evening at the theatre, Lynn and Rex returned home. Lynn immediately lit some candles, put on some soft music and excused herself so she could don the negligee.

When she returned, however, Rex was on the phone while calling up information on his personal computer. While mildly disappointed, she thought, at first, he would soon close out the conversation now that she had reappeared. Instead, the conversation went on for close to forty-five minutes and when Rex finally hung up, he grabbed his coat.

"Charlie and I are going to meet and go over those new accounts," he said. "It'll probably take most of the night. Don't wait up. I'll probably crash at a motel near the office."

"You... you can't mean that!"

"What are you talking about?"

"We planned on spending the evening together."

"And we did. Dinner and the show were great."

"But... but I planned," she said holding out her arms to reveal herself to him through the diaphanous material.

"Honey, I'm sorry. Another time. Charlie and I really do need to..."

"You're leaving me... this to be with Charlie Newworth?"

"Honey, it's business."

She was crestfallen, hurt and now angry.

"Then go! Go to your precious accounts!"

"Ah, come on Lynn, I..."

"Just GO!" she shouted.

He started to say something, but could find nothing to say, so he turned and was out the door. She heard the car back out of the driveway and pull away just as a second car pulled up out front. She looked through the curtain to see Michael coming up the front walk, obviously distressed.

Forgetting the outfit she wore, she met him at the door.

"Michael, what is it? What's wrong?"

His eyes widened to see her in such a revealing sate of dress (or undress). Lynn finally realized how she was dressed and, a bit flustered, folded her arms to at least cover her nipples which were on rather prominent display through the flimsy material She wore panties underneath, but they were near nonexistent thongs and so she quickly moved to stand behind the back of the sofa to hide that part of her sexuality as well.

"Honey, what is it?" she repeated, seeing the pain in his eyes and also wishing to divert attention away from what had obviously caught her son's attention.

He sat down on the sofa and Lynn did likewise on a nearby chair, now making every effort to remain as modest as possible under the circumstances.

"Ginny laughed at me." There were tears in his eyes.

"Ginny Cravens? But why? I thought you two were looking forward to going to the movies together."

"So did I, but afterward, Bennie drove us all out to the lake."

Lynn nodded her head in understanding. The lake was the local lover's lane.

"And?"

"And Bennie and Charlotte started making out, you know kissing and all."

Lynn nodded for him to continue.

"So Ginny and I did too. Sort of. I mean we kissed and everything was okay, but then she whispered she was hot — hot for me."

"So..."

"So she took off her skirt and pulled down her panties and..."

Tears were welling in his eyes. Lynn, despite her discomfort with the outfit, went to her son, sat beside him to console him.

"It's okay Honey. Go on."

"I... I... Mom, I didn't know what to do! I've never... and... then she realized I didn't and she... she began laughing at me."

The words were choking out.

"Ah, Honey," she said, her own troubles with Rex now out of her mind. Lynn put her arms around the boy and pulled him to her, his head on her shoulders. The tears flowed freely.

"I tried, but I just didn't know what... she called me ignorant and clumsy and started laughing at me. Then Bennie and Charlotte started laughing too. I just... I felt so... stupid! So I told them to just bring me home."

"Honey, it must have been terrible for you," sympathized Lynn.

"Terrible doesn't even begin to describe it. Is... is there something wrong with me, Mom? Shouldn't I have known?"

"I know teens start having sex early these days, but you don't need to be in a hurry. Of course you don't know how until someone tells you."

"Or... shows me," he said, looking up into her eyes.

"Oh, Honey, I think this is something your dad should..."

"Mom, please! You know that Dad and I don't talk much. He doesn't even talk much with you anymore."

"But Honey, I mean I..."

"Just show me how Mom! Just give me some pointers so I won't seem so stupid."

"Honey, I really don't think this is a good id..."

But his eyes were pleading and she couldn't stand to see him in such pain. She agonized for a moment but told herself she would rather the information come from her, from someone who loved him, than from someone in an alley or in a sleazy motel room where he might pick up God knows what.

"Well... okay, but... Wow, I'm not sure where to start."

"Kissing," he suggested. "She said I wasn't a very good kisser."

"Uh, well, okay," said Lynn. "Now put your arms around me — yes, like that. Now you first want to just rub your lips together — like this."

Lynn was trying to maintain her composure, while dressed in a seductive outfit and kissing her own son. The first thing Lynn noticed ws how soft and warm Michael's lips were — not at all like his father's. She also noticed the effect that even this slight kiss was having on her son. His arms tightened about her and he obviously wanted more intimate contact.

"Maybe this is not such a good..."

"Please, Mom," he pleaded and she melted to his wishes.

"Now a French kiss is when you open your mouth and let your tongues..."

But she couldn't finish the sentence because Michael's lips were again on hers and this time strong as well as soft. She was quickly becoming aware of how much of a man Michael had become. His hands felt strong and commanding on her back and when she allowed her lips to part just a bit, his tongue was into her mouth. She was startled both by his audacity and by her own reaction to such an advance. For a moment Lynn closed her eyes simply enjoying the moment, yielding to his tongue and allowing her breasts to mash into his chest as his arms pulled her into a tight caress.

"Michael, wait, let me get my breath," she said, trying to buy enough time to get back in control for Lynn knew herself well. She could maintain sexual control just so far and then she would lose it entirely. And Lynn was a talker. She talked during sex saying anything and everything which came to mind. Rex had found it sexy when they were first married, but in the last few years he had complained it was a distraction. Lynn had consciously tried to quit or at least reduce her chatter during sex, but once she lost control the words just tumbled out.

"More, Mom. Teach me more!" he begged.

"Honey, I don't know if I should."

"Teach me how to pet. I've heard that women like that."

"Well. yes, when it's done right. But you have to be gentle and subtle and not get in a hurry."

"Okay, where do I start?" he asked.

"Well, start with a woman's neck. Just gently run your fingertips behind my ears and down the nape of my neck. Ohhhh, yes, like that."

Lynn was now aware that, despite herself, she was feeling the beginnings of arousal.

"Then you follow up the touches with kisses. Yes, that's it — behind my ear and onto my neck. Now while you're kissing my neck, let your hand work its way onto my shoulder and then move it very slowly downward toward my — oh, yes! Now cup my breasts, that's it. I love that — I mean any woman will love that. Now French kiss me again and at the moment your tongue enters my mouth let your hand move to my nipple. Oh, Michael, you're such a fast learner. Now kiss me on the neck, then the mouth and back again — just like that and let your fingers drop down a bit as you kiss my nipp... Oh my God!"

Lynn knew Michael was nearing loss of control. The truth be told, she was now in the first stage of arousal and not at all sure she could stop him — or wanted to.

"Oh Michael, that feels so good. Yes, Honey, just like that. Yes, nip it just a bit. Don't hurt. Just enough to excite me —YESSSS!" "Now let your hand move slowly to my leg. Kiss me again, Honey. I want to taste... I mean any woman will want to taste you again. Now keep kissing me, first on the mouth, then on the nipples. Yes, move from one to the other, just like that. Now while you're kissing me let your hand caress lightly behind my knee. Hmmmm. Now, Honey, slowly, very slowly bring your hand around and place it just above the knee. Kiss me again, Michael, I... that is, a woman needs those kisses. Don't stop kissing. Move from my mouth to my neck then to my breasts and back again. Yesss! I love the way you nip my nipples."

She could hear her son's heavy breathing and feel her own heartbeat beginning to race as her temperature rose.

"Are you hot, Michael? I'm hot too, Baby. I'm ready to be touched Michael. Keep kissing me but let your hand move slowly up my leg — that's it. Now caress me through my panties, Baby. Yes! Oh, God, I'm hot, Michael!"

The boy was nearly beside himself with desire while Lynn made one last effort to hold back at the brink, but it was useless. She had been denied too long. Her son needed and wanted her and, yes, God forgive her, she wanted him too. She felt the beads of perspiration on her forehead, felt her heart racing, felt the desire take control.

"Baby, pull my panties aside. Now put your finger inside. Oh, God, YESSSSS."

Despite herself Lynn began humping the eager finger.

"Oh, Baby, move it up just a bit. Yes, right there. Feel it? That my love mound. Touch it! Not too hard. Yes, like that. Oh, Michael it feels so good! I'm wet Michael. Feel it on your fingers. It means I'm ready, Baby."

She lay back on the couch.

"Keep kissing me, Michael! Keep touching me!"

Her legs came open.

"Get my panties off, Michael. Please, hurry get them off. Yes. Now Baby, I want you to kiss me in a very special place. Here between my legs. let your kisses drop lower and lower. Reach up with your hands and grab my breasts. Squeeze them, Baby! Now let your lips slide between my legs. Kiss my love lips. Yes! Now put your tongue inside me and caress my love mound with that tongue of yours. That's it! Yes, Baby! Faster! FASTER! Oh, God Michael, I'm cumming!"

Lynn was humping uncontrollably now. Her mind no longer even rational, her primal, sensual desires possessing her.

"Taste me, Michael. Yes! Drink it! I'm cumming for you, Honey. Just for you!"

Lynn came a second time as Michael was learning fast the ins and outs (so to speak) of oral sex.

"Get naked for me, Michael. I want to see you and I want you to see me!"

Lynn cast off the negligee, lay back on the couch naked as Michael needed only seconds to discard his own clothes.

"This is what you want and this is what I want to give to you," she cried spreading her legs and hunching her nest toward him.

As he eagerly neared her and his throbbing lance brushed against her labial lips there was a last remnant, a final broken shard of conscience which surfaced for but a moment.

"Michael, maybe we shouldn't..."

But it was far too late and Lynn knew it.

She grunted heavily as his surprisingly adequate shaft entered her and within two strokes was buried completely within her.

"Yes, Baby! Deeper! Harder! That's it. A woman wants it gentle to begin with, but once you're in, she wants it rough. So come on Michael, make it long and hard and deep. Get it all the way in me! Get it in so far it hurts! Make me beg you to stop!"

Her thrusts were matching his own and though she felt her own tidal wave building she was glad to sense that he too was nearing climax.

"Mom! Mom!" he cried. "Agggg!"

"Yes, Baby, you're cumming. See how good it feels. Oh my God, I'm cumming too!" She felt him jerk and his hot seed squirt far into her womb. "I can feel your cum, Baby. I can feel it hot and wet inside me. Oh God, here it cums! YESSSSSS! I'm cumming to you, Michael. I'm cumming for my Baby!"

Within moments he was hard again, especially with the help of Lynn's oral ministrations.

"Put it back in me. No, put it back here this time," she said throwing her legs over his shoulders. "Easy, easy now. Yes, now push gently. That's it. Feel how tight I am for you, Honey."

"It's even tighter than..."

"It's the tightest little hole a woman has. Go easy to begin with then get it all in. A lot of women can cum with you in their rear."

"How about you, Mom?"

"Yes, Baby. Oh YESSSSSSSS!" she cried as the climax, one of the most powerful yet, swept over her. "Feel my nipples. Feel how hard they are. When a woman cums, her nipples get hard like this. Oh, Honey, you're so far inside me. It's been so long since I've been reamed like this!"

So intent was Lynn on her orgasm that she hardly recalled that Rex was a rather conservative lover and thought anal sex crude and offensive. A boyfriend in high school had once gotten her drunk and initiated her into anal sex. Frightened and resistive at first, she had grown to love it and since Rex would not give it to her, fantasized about it a great deal. And now her son was giving her all she wanted and then some. They each came again and then took a breather.

Mom, you are so hot! You're a lot hotter than ginny and Charlotte put together."

Lynn was beginning to get her breath, but her body temperature was still sky high and she knew she needed/wanted more.

"Suppose I show you a few things that even Ginny and Charlotte don't know about?"

He grinned and the second of several rounds that night began. Lynn gave her son the education of his young life. She told him secrets that normally only women shared. She educated him on birth control and the prevention of disease. She showed him positions he never knew existed and they practiced most of them. That night she gave him not only the information, but the confidence to put that knowledge to work. Life changed forever for Michael Wynton that night. He emerged a man, strong, virile and self assured and from that moment on no woman ever laughed at him again. In fact most wound up in total awe of his suave manner, knowledge of the human body and its capabilities, especially sexual and his ability to please a woman to the point of her exhaustion.