Chapter 2

Ben went back to his room. Jock said, "I'd better go home now, Rachel. He has seen us in very intimate embrace. If I stay any longer he might make damaging conclusions."

"You think so?"

"Yes. Now you must go and talk to your son and pacify him. Otherwise he might tell on us and we will have hell to face."

"All right, Jock. Will you come tomorrow?"

"It depends. You phone me on my mobile tomorrow. Tell me how Ben has taken it. We will decide after that."

Rachel saw Jock to the door, kissed him goodbye and whispered, "We must get together again, Jock."

"Go and talk to your son now. Don't leave it to tomorrow. Goodnight, Rachel."

After Jock left, Rachel went to her son's room and knocked.

"Come in, mom."

Rachel walked in. Ben was in bed. She stood next to the bed and stood looking down at the floor.

"Mom, how can you? Do what you did?"

Rachel turned her back to her son and started to cry and sob. Anxious and worried, Ben jumped out of bed and stood in front of his mother. Rachel noticed that he was wearing his pyjama bottom only.

"Why mom? Did he hurt you?"

Sobbing, she shook her head.

"Why are you crying?"

"You don't understand me, Ben."

"What do you mean, mom?"

Slowing down her crying, she asked, "Can I have a heart to heart talk with you? And tell you my problem?"

"Of course, mom."

Rachel wiped away her tears and said, "I'm very lonely, Ben."

"Why mom? Why do you say that?"

"Your father and you don't keep me company."

"What?"

"Yes, your father spends four days in London. Even when he is here, he goes out most evenings for drinks with friends, or to watch rugby matches."

"But I'm here, mom."

"But you don't spend time with me, Ben. During the day you are at school, evenings you go for rugby practice, nights you are in your room doing homework. Only at meal times we really talk."

"Oh mom, I'm sorry. I never realized that." He put his arms around his mother and she rested her head on his shoulder.

"I'm very lonely, Ben. When Jock heard about it he comforted me. He was holding me the way you are holding me now when you first saw us." She was telling a lie!

"I'm sorry, mom, for misunderstanding you." Ben wondered about the other times when he had seen them hugging and kissing. Probably his mother had some explanation. So, he didn't say anything.

"Since Sunday when Jock helped me and took care of me, I have been happy. He has been a good friend to talk to and I haven't felt lonely. But all that is gone now. I don't think he'll come again to see me."

Rachel started to sob again and her son held her closer. She put her arms around his young firm body and sobbed harder.

"Don't mom. Don't cry."

"I need him, Ben. I need his companionship so that I won't go crazy with loneliness."

"But it is bad, mom, to let him hug and kiss you."

She stood away from him. "No, Ben. We were not doing anything bad. We were just being nice to each other as friends. What we did was harmless."

"How can you say that, mom? Surely you wouldn't hug and kiss me like that."

Rachel thought for a moment. She wanted to take the opportunity to get close to her son. She had admired his strong youthful body. It would be wonderful to hug and kiss him.

When Rachel didn't reply immediately, Ben pressed his question, "Am I not right, mom? If it's harmless as you say, you wouldn't hug and kiss me like you did Uncle Jock, would you?"

"Yes, I would, Ben. You are my son and I love you. So, there's nothing wrong if I hug and kiss you. That is, if you are willing to hug and kiss me also."

It was now Ben's turn to think. This was an opportunity for him to hug his mother's gorgeous sexy body, and to kiss her luscious mouth. He was already getting aroused. His cock was beginning to lengthen and rise against his pyjama bottom.

"But...

Rachel got closer to him. She took his hands, looked into his eyes and asked, "Why? Don't you like your mom enough to hug and kiss? Don't you love me?"

"I do love you, mom. It's just that..." He didn't know what to say. He looked shyly at his mother.

Rachel lifted up his face, looked into his eyes and asked smiling, "Can mom kiss you?" Shyly her son nodded.

Rachel decided not to waste time or to give him time to change his mind. She lowered her full mouth onto his and kissed him tenderly. Her son froze with the unexpected happening. He had never been kissed on the mouth by anyone before.

"Have you been kissed like this, on the mouth?"

Ben shook his head.

"Let mom teach you then." She told him what he should do and said, "Anyway you have seen kissing scenes in films. Do as they do."

"But they are love scenes."

"Yes, I know. But then, all mouth kissing is for love... for thrill." She took his hands and placed them on her bare hips. "Follow me and do as I do."

Rachel wrapped her arms around her son's firm bare body and kissed him. She licked and sucked his full lips, slowly pressing her body against his. She felt his hard cock. It was pressing against her body through his pyjama. She felt happy that he was aroused.

She breathed into his mouth, "Hold mommy tight and kiss back."

The sexual arousal made him bold. He pulled his mother tight against his semi-bare body. His big hard cock against her body throbbed and throbbed. He kissed his mother, licking and sucking as she had done.

Rachel panted into her son's mouth, "Good, Ben, good. Now kiss like this." She thrust her tongue into his mouth and licked the inside walls. Ben responded by thrusting his tongue into her mouth. His mother sucked his tongue, sucked it again and again. He was getting more and more stimulated.

Then his mother hissed into his mouth, "Suck my tongue, son, suck me nicely." Ben sucked his mother's tongue, sucked it again and again.

His mother was moaning, "Hmm... hmmm... hmmm... hmmm... hmmm..."

For several minutes mother and son kissed wildly, pressing their bodies into each other. His mother kept moaning softly. She must be also sexually aroused like him, he thought. And he wasn't wrong.

Rachel was very stimulated. What a hot son! She desired this magnificent boy, she knew.

Suddenly Rachel broke the kiss, looked into her son's eyes and asked, "Liked it?" Shyly the boy nodded.

Holding her son tight against her body, Rachel whispered, "Jock liked it also."

Ben gave her a questioning look, as if he didn't understand what she had meant.

"Remember seeing Jock and me kissing when you came down for coke?" Ben nodded.

"We were kissing like this when you saw us. Jock liked it, the way you have liked it."

Ben did not know what to say. His mother continued, "And I liked it also. The way I like kissing with you, I liked kissing with Jock also."

"Oh mom!" Ben said embarrassingly.

"Nothing wrong in all this, son. You like kissing with me, Jock likes kissing with me, and I like kissing with both of you."

"Mom, isn't this wrong?"

"How can it be wrong, Ben? If you like kissing me, it must be enjoyable for you. Right?"

Ben nodded.

"How can it be wrong then? Enjoyment cannot be wrong, son."

"But people say mothers and sons shouldn't do these things. And a wife shouldn't do this with another man."

"These are people who are hemmed in by archaic conventions and prudish morality. You are my son and I am your mother. It's our concern, not other people's. If you and I enjoy doing something, it's not wrong, Ben."

"Are you sure, mom?"

"Of course, son. I'm your mother. I want you to enjoy yourself."

"But what about Jock, mom? He's an outsider."

"I enjoy kissing him, Ben. Can't you allow your mom to have some extra enjoyment?"

"I don't know, mom."

"Please, Ben. I'll give you what you like. Please allow me to enjoy what I like."

"What about dad, mom?"

"He doesn't have to know, Ben. He doesn't have to know about you and me, and about Jock and me."

"Are you sure this is okay?'

"Yes, Ben. Your father is away most of the time. And I feel very frustrated. But if you and Jock can give me some thrill, I'll be very grateful to both of you."

When he heard his mother use the word grateful, Ben was touched. "All right, mom."

Rachel was delighted. She hugged her son saying thank you again and again and again.

Then she asked, "Can I invite Jock to come tomorrow evening?" Ben nodded.

"Thank you, Ben. You are a good son, very understanding and very considerate. This shows you care for mommy's happiness, unlike your father."

"I do want you to be happy, mom."

"Then shall we kiss some more?"

Ben nodded.

"Shall we kiss the way you saw Jock and I kiss in the bedroom?"

Her son nodded shyly.

Rachel stood with her back against her son. Then she put her hands behind the back of his head and turned her head to bring her mouth close to his.

Rachel spoke in a whisper, "You saw how Jock was kissing me and what he was doing while kissing. Please, Ben. Do the same."

Rachel pulled his head and they kissed. But Ben didn't do anything. So, while they kissed, Rachel took her son's right hand and placed it on her bare tummy. Then she took his left hand and made him cup her big left breast.

She broke the kiss gently and panted, "Kiss me, fondle my boob, Ben... and caress my body... caress me as low as you want."

Then she resumed kissing her son. She kissed hungrily and passionately. At the same time she moved back and started to rub her buttocks against her son's pyjama covered long hard cock.

A stimulated Ben responded. He kissed his mother as wildly as she kissed him, rubbed her bare front all over, right down to the beginnings of her pubic mound because her tight pants were that low. His left hand fondled his mother's breast. It was big and firm, and he was wild with delight. He had ogled this voluptuous body since he was 12 and now he was enjoying it. He rubbed his hardened cock against his mother's willingly pressing bottom.

Even as they kissed and she got fondled, Rachel panted, "Good, son... you are good... very good..."

Ben aksed, "Better than Jock?"

"Yes, yes, certainly. You are young, you are strong, you are built like an ox, above all you are innocent and you are my son. You are better for me than anybody else, Ben."

"Mom, I love you. I have desired you for years."

"Since when, son?"

"Since I was 12."

"Why didn't you tell me? We could have had so much fun."

"How was I to know that you would agree, mom?"

"It's not too late, Ben. You are only 15. Young and nice for mommy."

Saying that Rachel started their wild kisses again. This time she put her right hand behind her and grabbed her son's pyjama covered cock. It was long, hard and thick. She was delighted. What a cock! What a big young cock!

Rachel started to stroke her son's cock. Using her left hand, Rachel took her son's right hand, placed it on her crotch and panted, "Ben, caress me... there. Rub me, son, rub me nicely. Stimulate mommy some more. Please."

It was a wild sight of mother and son. While they kissed feverishly, the mother was stroking her son's cock. He was twisting and turning with intense stimulation. His cock became longer and harder and thicker. His mother's hand on his cock drove Ben to delirious thrill.

The son was rubbing the mother's cunt through the tight pants. She spread her thighs to give her son more intimate access to her convulsing, boiling cunt. Her juices were flowing. The juices seeped out of her pants to wet her son's fondling fingers. She kept jabbing her loins against his stimulating hand.

The kissing gave way to moaning. "BEN. BEN, YES, YES, YES, RUB HARDER, SON... RUB INWARDS... PUSH YOUR FINGERS IN (but she knew that the fingers couldn't go in because of the pants)... YES... YES, YES, GOOD, THANK YOU... DON'T STOP... DO IT TO MOMMY... DO IT..."

Ben was in his own throes of wild thrill. "MOMMY, OH MOMMY... YOUR HAND IS GOOD... VERY GOOD... YES, STROKE ME, MOM, STROKE ME... DON'T STOP... AHK... AHK... AHK..."

On and on mother and son stimulated each other. For ten minutes Rachel stroked her son and yet he didn't explode. She was delighted by her son's stamina. Yes, she desired this boy. She wanted more but was afraid to rush things and frighten him. His exciting fondling of her breasts and cunt was good enough for a start, she thought.

Suddenly they lost control and climaxed. Rachel shuddered feverishly as her cunt convulsed wildly and erupted violently, spewing forth her hot creamy cum in abundance. At the same time her son's cock exploded. He ejaculated again and again and again. Their orgasms were very prolonged ones. Rachel was amazed at the quantity of cock juice her son had ejaculated.

Rachel embraced her son and asked, "Liked it, Ben? Enjoyed it?"

He nodded and asked, "What about you, mom?"

"Yes, very much. This sort of thrill drives away mommy's loneliness and frustration. You must help me, Ben. Help me often."

"I'm worried this could be wrong, mom."

"How can it be, Ben? We haven't really done anything wrong. You haven't lost anything and I haven't lost anything. In fact, both of us have gained something. We have gained pleasure."

"Are you sure we can do this again, mom?"

"Yes, this is our right, Ben. People talk about individual rights but they don't realize that it is your right and my right to enjoy ourselves, so long as we don't hurt each other or hurt others."

"What about dad? Aren't we hurting him?"

"No, not so long as he doesn't know about it. If fact he is hurting me by making love to me only once a week. Look at me, Ben. This is a young hot body. It needs stimulation almost daily. And your father is not here. I can only hope that you can help me."

"All right, mom, if you feel that way."

"You'd better wash up and change. What a mess you have made of your pyjama! So much cum! Unbelievable! And you are only 15."

'Sorry, mom."

"What for? It only proves that you are exceptionally virile. And I'm very delighted."

"Really?"

"Yes, Ben. Now I know that you are more than handsome. You also possess a young strongly developed body. You also have great stamina and exceptional virility. It's all good for me. I'm a lucky mom!"

"Do you still want Jock to come tomorrow?"

"Let him come, son. Good to have him as a friend. Who knows when we might need his help? With your father in London we need a man friend in case we need help. Remember how he helped me last Sunday?"

Rachel then went to her room to wash herself and change her clothes. As it was late she put on her silky nightdress. She was still sexually aroused and thought of going back to her son's room for another kissing session, but decided against it. She shouldn't give him too much fun on the first day. She wanted him to look forward to the next day.

In the morning Rachel kissed her son on the mouth when he came down for breakfast. She was still in her nightdress and her son looked happy.

As he ate his breakfast, Ben asked, "Have you invited Jock already?"

"I'll phone him later, after he has gone to work. I don't want to phone the house. Peggy might take the phone."

After breakfast they kissed again. "Mom, can I skip school today?"

"Why, son?"

"To stay at home to... to kis--... to keep you company."

"No, son. You must concentrate on your studies. You can give me your company tonight."

Reluctantly, Ben went off to school. After completing the morning household chores, Rachel phoned Jock on his mobile.

"Good morning, Jock."

"Good morning, Rachel. How are you today?"

"Feeling good."

"Did you speak to your son last night? What did he say?"

"Well, I have managed to convince him that I need you as a good friend."

"What did he say about what he saw us doing?"

"You mean our kissing?"

"Yes."

"I told him that as friends we were merely being nice to each other. That what we did was harmless."

"Surely he didn't believe that!"

"Well, I have made him believe that, with a little bit of extra persuasion."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well, I won't tell you. It's a secret between mother and son." How could she tell Jock about how they had stimulated and masturbated each other to their climaxes?

"I feel relieved. I was worried that Ben might be angry and tell his father about us."

"No, Jock. He has agreed not to tell anyone about our friendship. He understands that with his father away most of the time I need a friend like you."

"Good."

"So, please come over tonight."

"Are sure it's okay?"

"Yes. Ben has agreed that I invite you over."

"That's nice of him."

"Yes indeed. Moreover if you don't come today, which is Wednesday, I won't be able to see you until Sunday night because my husband will be here from tomorrow until Sunday evening."

"I suppose you are looking forward to your husband's coming."

"To tell you the truth, no. I prefer your company."

"Really?"

"Yes. I'm now fonder of you and Ben." Rachel wondered whether Jock could catch the hidden meaning about her son.

"Hope your son will be friendly to me when I come."

"He will, Jock."

"That will be wonderful, Rachel. Thank you."

"I hope we can have some privacy from your son."

"Sorry to disappoint you, Jock. He'll be with us all the time."

"If your son will be with us, I suppose I'll have to behave."

"Yes, I suppose. Still I need you to come, Jock. Please."

"All right, Rachel. See you this evening."

"Thank you."

In school Ben kept thinking of what he and his mother had done the previous night. Jim had said he looked moody.

"I'm just thinking of my mother. I'm happy she recovered well from her sickness."

"Yes, I am too. Your mom's so nice, she shouldn't fall sick."

Ben said casually, "I love my mom very much."

"You are very lucky, Ben, to have such a gorgeous mother."

"Your mom is good too."

"Well, okay, but to me your mom is more gorgeous."

Ben asked, "You like my mom?"

"Yes, of course. Who wouldn't? She is a very nice person." Jim daren't say she was a sexy person. "I wish I can come to your house to study with you."

Ben did not reply to that. He had heard that many times. He knew that Jim's reason for wanting to come to his house to study was to look at his mother.

After school Jim went home, wondering what would happen that evening with Jock around. But his mother didn't say anything. He went to his room, completed his homework, bathed and changed into his shorts and came down.

"Need any help, mom? I can help you to prepare dinner."

"All ready, son. They need only be heated up for dinner."

"Is Jock coming?"

"Yes."

"Do you want me to go up to my room after dinner?"

"No, Ben. You don't have to. We have already talked this over last night. You have agreed why mom wants Jock to come over. So, you can stay with us."

"I hope I won't be a nuisance."

"How can you be? You are my son."

"Thank you, mom."

"May be you can help by not offending Jock in case he kisses me."

"What do you mean, mom?"

"Yesterday, he was upset by what you had seen. He'll be worried and afraid today. So, I hope you'll not mind if he's extra nice to me, and I extra nice to him."

"I'll try to control myself, mom."

"One more thing, Ben."

"What, mom?"

"May be I should tell you what I'll be wearing."

"What?"

"When I was in the hospital Jock had said that he would like to see me in hot pants."

"You have worn hot pants before, mom."

"Yes, but only at home and Jock hasn't seen me in them."

"All right, mom. Wear your hot pants then."

"Not the usual one."

"What do you mean, mom?"

"Jock has bought a couple of hot pants for me. I think I'll wear one of them."

"All right, mom."

"Are sure you don't mind?"

"Of course I don't mind."

"Promise?"

"I promise. I like to see you in hot pants too. You look so ho-... exciting." He smiled, realizing what he had almost said.

Before Jock's arrival Rachel dressed up. She wore a bra and a modest blouse.

Then she took out one of the hot pants that Jock had bought for her. Since it was a tiny thing, she shaved clean her private parts and got into it. It was a 4-inch thing, with big leg holes! It covered very little of her butt or the front. The upper half of her pubic mound was exposed. At the back it covered only a narrow 4-inch strip, leaving bare most of her full firm buttocks above and below it.