Chapter 8

As I expected the next few weeks were an almost constant fuck fest. I never had to ask for it at all. The moment I arrived from school or she arrived from work she was all over me, just couldn't get enough. One evening we were on the couch watching TV. While I was sitting up, she was stretched out with her head in my lap. Remembering how great it had been with Monica, I had told Mom that when we were alone in the house I wanted her to wear nothing but thongs. She obliged quite willingly, rapt in the knowledge that I found her beautiful even at twenty-nine and determined to please me no matter what it might take.

"Darin," she said, muting the TV, "I never dreamed that anything like this could happen. I've fallen deeply in love with my own son."

"Feels good, doesn't it?"

"It's ... wonderful! You're an absolute consummate lover. I never thought a man could bring me such pleasure."

"Well, I expect a lot in return, you know."

"Darling, you deserve so much. I know I'm not as young as those girls at school but ... I'll do anything to make you happy."

"Anything?"

"Anything!"

"Well, for starters," I said looking down at my crotch. I was wearing only a pair of cutoff jeans. She smiled, unzipped them and had me in her mouth almost immediately. It wasn't long before her mouth was full of semen which she swallowed eagerly. I had heard of young girls in their naivety humbling, even debasing themselves to keep the boy or man they love, but Mom was an absolute puppet. No matter what I now said I wanted of her, she would move heaven and earth to give it to me.

I already knew the answer because of my little spy hole, but I didn't want her to know that. "Did Pete, or anyone else ever screw you in your ass?"

"No, Honey, no one ... ever."

"Then why aren't you on your hands and knees?"

"Will it hurt?" she asked.

"Does it matter?"

"I ... of course not, if that's what you want," she said sliding off the couch and going to her all fours.

From behind I gently pushed her head to the floor, then using some lubricant, entered her anally. She gasped, then grunted as I steadily invaded her dark hole. My hands had been on her shoulders pulling her to me thereby aiding the penetration, but now I let one hand rove around to her nest and began simulating her in such a manner that I had learned would quickly arouse her. Sure enough, her grunts of pain turned to moans of pleasure and soon she was thrusting backward to take me into her completely. She was so tight I wondered if I could hold it, but then I remembered what Monica had taught me about control and managed to hold on until she had climaxed twice before I filled her with semen.

That was only the beginning and soon we were rolling on the floor together, first in doing sixty-nine then I took her legs over my shoulders and got into her deeper than ever before. This time she screamed when she climaxed and for a moment I thought something might be wrong but she never lost rhythm and kept right on going.

During those weeks we both slept soundly (when we weren't screwing each other's brains out) because we exhausted ourselves with virtually constant sex.

Now don't get me wrong. Mom is one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen and she loves sex, especially the way I give it to her. She is totally in love with me and devoted to me and will do absolutely anything for me. Maybe that's the problem. After a few weeks I began to feel she was clinging. She had shrunk her entire world to me. Seeing me, touching me, feeling me, being with me, making love to me -- I was being smothered. Maybe at that point I began to realize what those boyfriends of hers had gone through. As lovely as she was, I needed time for myself and as time went on instead of easing up a bit, her attention became stronger than ever.

I tried talking with her but her desperation was so great she just couldn't fathom a moment without me. Now again, the sex was great and Mom can be interesting to talk with, but too much of anything is just too much.

I wasn't sure what to do about it until once again the solution to the problem just fell into place. Mom was still working for that engineering company. A new guy had been brought in to run the department where she worked. He was married but made it plain from the start that he was interested in her. Since she had me, she had no interest in her boss at all but the guy was persistent, as I found out one night.

She came in the door and for the first time her clothes stayed on and I could see the concerned look on her face.

"What's wrong?"

"Darin, it's my new boss, Terry. He's married but he keeps making suggestive comments when we're alone. Today he as much as told me that if I want that salary increase I've been asking for, I'll have to..."

"Go to bed with him," I finished it for her.

She nodded. "Darling, I love you. I have no interest in him but he implied that more than just the raise was at stake."

"He might fire you?" I asked.

Again she nodded. "I'd quit in a minute if I could just find another job. I've actually been looking for the last two weeks but with the economy like it is I haven't been able to find anything that pays even close to what I'm making at this job. We're just making ends meet as it is."

My mind began whirring as we walked into the front room and shared the sofa.

"So what are you going to do?"

"I don't know. I was hoping you might have an idea."