Earl and Decky

This story, as is all stories, isn't written for everyone. If you enjoyed it, thank you very much and you're welcome. If not, thank you for visiting.

*****

My son Earl is a writer. He works for a publisher that owns a newspaper and other publications. He writes for the newspaper mostly but does about four in-depth articles for a magazine each year plus some ad material. He gets lots of perks, one of which are tickets to various events, sports, plays, one time an opera. He does a write-up for the newspaper.

Earl is 20, 6ft0 and trim. I guess that's a girl word and he's actually slim but I'd rather think of him as trim. Fuzzy hair because he keeps it dog shaggy and uncombed although it isn't long. Decky, his sister, likes to run her fingers through his hair when he isn't looking.

Decky is 18, 5ft8 and trim too. She built our deck on the back of the house, mostly by herself except for the heavy lifting, so we started calling her Decky and it stuck. She likes it. I'm 42 and 5ft7 and trim too.

Earl got four tickets to a play. Milton doesn't like go to so we only use three and we leave the fourth at the box office. Earl doesn't like to take a date on a family outing like this, Decky either. We packed and left. The theatre is about a three hour trip, with a stop on the way, so we stay the night. Single room with two double beds. We have our favorite places so we had some fun then dressed, not formal, just comfortable social dress, and went off to the play.

The seats were in a balcony. Earl and I sat in the back set of seats and Decky sat in one of the front seats. Our seats were slightly elevated above hers so we could see over her head and the seats were at a slight angle towards the stage. Earl was on my left.

The lights were on but not all that bright, just enough to find your seat easily. We were sitting and chatting. Earl had on a jacket. He looked nice in a jacket. It didn't match his slacks so he looked casual but nicely dressed. My dress was short, kind of tight and down to about mid-thigh, higher sitting down. I tried to dress more on the sexy side for the kids. A fun example.

Earl said, "What kind of stockings are those? I like them dark, attractive."

"They're actually normal panty-hose," I said, "but they have this weave with loose threads so they look thicker. I love them on my legs they're so soft." Earl reached over and put his hand on my thigh with his fingers curled down inside. With the hem of my dress much higher he probably didn't realize how far up he was. He ran his fingers up and back for a few moments and lifted his hand off.

My breath caught and my blood pressure went up. His fingers were so close to my crotch I almost pushed out against them. He was looking down at all the people and talking with Decky. He didn't realize what he did to me. That felt so good I was hoping he would do it again. I just loved being felt up, son or not.

About then an elderly lady came in the balcony and sat down with Decky. They got acquainted and seemed to be chatting wonderfully. We left instructions to give the extra ticket to a deserving person since it was already paid for. Nice choice.

The lights went down except the light from the stage. With the railing in the balcony it was almost dark below our chests. The play started and along about the middle of the second act it got fairly risqué. There were several people in their underwear including one rather striking man with a noticeable running bump in the front of his briefs.

First my son almost feels me up then I get a nice bedroom scene with a hunk performer in underwear. Well, I really enjoy getting turned on so why not. I squeeze my buns and go with it. I open my legs just a little for air along with my mouth. Earl said, "You're quiet mom." We usually chatted, almost whispering.

I said, "It's the hunky man in the briefs. He's putting on a nice performance. Gets to me a little. Well, actually you started it with your fingers on the inside of my thighs feeling, you know, around down there."

Since we've been coming to these events, about one every three months, we started playing games with each other in the motel or hotel room. It's just one night every three months so it hasn't gotten wild. Decky and I would spoon or fiddle feet and I would climb in bed with Earl and do about the same.

Being in bed clothes in bed is sexual. Earl and I seem to do a little more as time goes by but it's so much fun. He isn't shy but he waits for me to start something. We've gotten to the rubbing genitals against genitals stage. Definitely fun. Decky hasn't gotten in bed with Earl yet and she and I haven't gone very far, mostly spooning and hugging.

Earl looked at me and then smiled and then back to the stage. After a few moments his hand was back on my thigh with his fingers where they were before, up high. I really don't think he knew how high up he was. I felt him moving around and he touched me next to my, by now, swollen clit. He paused and then his fingers started moving around. My legs were open a little and he could easily get his fingers where he wanted them.

I wondered how much he would tease me so I let him go. Besides, it felt so good. He was my son, he wouldn't feel me up, just tease me. Decky couldn't see, it was dark and she was below us and the angle was a little off with my legs open, even this much. Then I felt Earl's finger on the top of my clit, well, on the hood I guess. He stopped moving.

He moved his finger up and down but I think it got to him when he moved it left and right and bumped over my hood. Then he stopped but kept his finger there. He may have been waiting until I jerked it out or some other reaction. I didn't move and I didn't push my clit out.

Earl was one of those kinds of persons you see on the street and have to get in bed with and never ask their name. Walking sex. I didn't stop him so he must have figured I wanted him. To continue I mean. He did. His finger moved lightly on the center of my hood for two or three minutes. That is a very long damn time.

I know he could hear me breathing deeply. His finger dropped right off the end of my clit and worked its way down, playing with my ridges until he got to the bottom. I have absolutely no doubt at all he knew exactly where he was and what he was doing to me. Panty hose are fairly thin around there even with the real cotton panel and these didn't have one of those and they were form fitting and a little tight so he couldn't get down inside anything.

I could almost feel his fingerprints. He wiggled his finger a little and I felt him press between the top of my ridges, right above you know where. Now that was a message. I tilted up into his finger a little and messaged him back. I had no idea what was happening on stage but do remember watching the crotch of the actor in briefs. I really wanted to know if Earl was excited and up.

Maybe I should switch places with Decky. I bet she would love having Earl do this to her even if he was her brother. If he can do his mom he can do his sister. He took his hand out and I almost slugged him on his shoulder. Men. I saw him scratch his face. Oh my. I wondered if he was smelling me. He didn't really get anywhere and my panty hose were almost dry. Couldn't be that.

We've let our covered middles touch each other but this was a first with fingers. I waited with baited breath but he didn't come back. The play ended and I got over my erotic episode and we went out for a late sandwich and then back to the room which was very nice. I told Decky what we did while Earl was taking a shower. She was fascinated and all smiles.

She said, "You have got to go cuddle with him after the lights are out. You'll love it and you'll have a great time. After where his fingers were he wants to play around some more. Make him happy. He's your son."

Earl came back with briefs and t-shirt on and got in his bed. Decky and I climbed in ours and lights out. There was a little light coming in around the curtains as there always are but just enough to see to get to the bathroom and back. Decky tried to push me out of bed but I resisted.

"It's a great chance for a little excitement with Earl. Don't waste it. He'll love giving you a little squeeze you know where. He's probably been thinking about it all evening. Besides, you already know how much fun it'll be. Just get in his bed. Maybe a kiss or two. Go on."

I was lying there quiet, getting convinced. I said, "Earl, do you mind if I come over and cuddle? If not I can send Decky over or we can stay here." I hoped he could hear me over the air conditioner. We always had it on, or the fan only, to knock out the background noises.

"Sure, come on over," he said. There must have been two or three feet between the beds. I slipped out with Decky's hands pushing me and climbed in. He was holding up the covers. We loved a really cool room for sleeping. I pulled the covers up and he put an arm over my waist and pulled me on over, very close. I had light panties and light top on, no bra.

We lay there looking in each other's eyes in the almost dark, just enough light to see. I really wanted to turn back to see if Decky was watching. Of course she was but she couldn't see under the covers. He pulled a little more and I could feel him against my clit. I think it was the head there. Difference in heights maybe. By that time I had my arms around his neck, loosely.

He was vacillating what to do. I thought he might do something but I did ask if I could come over and cuddle. Well, this was cuddling. It was nice. Lots of skin and arms around and I had man things against my woman things. I thought, 'ok, I'll stay like this but I'll move around some just the way we are.'.

I pushed my hips out for a better fit and more pressure and did the mom thrust. Clit to dick. No man can resist the mom thrust and he did his man thrust. Dick to clit. I got my nipples against his t-shirt and worked them in and added to the thrill. I was having an excellent sex time. Way to go mom.

My panties were hot pants type with very open legs and very thin fabric. Very little material in the crotch part. A V cut on the outside and inside of the leg openings. I washed his shorts and I knew they were very soft cotton and had the double layer where the opening in front overlapped. He wouldn't happen to poke out of those type like boxers. I couldn't believe I was lying here thinking about his dick head getting out of his shorts.

He was doing a nice job on my clit so he didn't have to get out of his shorts, not at all. I saw him up in swimming trunks but I didn't know how big he actually was. I haven't actually had my hand on it. By now we were fairly solid into each other and getting some very nice moan type feelings. Keeping quiet was not easy. At least the bed clothes didn't rustle.

I was getting this itch to do something when Earl slipped his hand down in the back of my pants and got his lips on mine, exploring. We didn't kiss hard but he did get his tongue playing with my lips, all the time playing with my whole backend. Milton, my husband and their father, had a whole routine he went through with my backend. I stuck Earl's hand down back there once and he liked it. It was one of our staples.

He ran his fingers right down in my butt crack from top to bottom and back. I pushed into Earl and put a leg over his hips. I leaned in a little more and he tilted and I worked that into him on his back and slid up on with my legs outside his and kept my clit right against his dick. The thrusting got a lot better and so did the kissing. He got both hands in the back of my pants, one on each bun and pulled me in and thrust up.

About two or three minutes later he got out of my pants and rustled around and his briefs were down around his thighs and he got right into me again. This was new. The first time he did that. He must be really horny. No double layer now. It got much better all of a sudden. We tilted and thrust and a couple of times he plowed into me right at the bottom of my ridges but didn't go through my pants.

My breathing got quicker and we both tried that again. He plowed against the bottom of my ridges again but he was up inside my panties and went right through my ridges and he got his dick head in my vagina. We both froze, not knowing what to do. Go ahead or pull out.

I said, "Please, in more if you can." He nodded against my head and I stayed still and he thrust in about half way and out about fifteen times and stopped, still up in. We got our breath and stayed quiet trying to figure out how far this was going to go. I was 42, I could stop. He was 20, he wanted to fuck. I knew he knew I couldn't get pregnant but that wasn't really the point.

I think Decky would bounce on the bed and cheer. I would too if Earl's dick wasn't up my vagina. I said, "Earl, be as quiet as you can but go ahead and have a nice orgasm." He didn't even nod. He started a slow thrust and once he got everything worked out he got a little faster but not shaking us or the bed all over.

I stayed fairly still and bunched the covers up above my butt so Decky couldn't see much movement. All the thrusting was below me and the bed itself was quiet. Earl went all the way in after about four good thrusts and I lifted until he could pull almost all the way out. I got into some really nice kissing and he was working my buns again.

I only ever heard him have one orgasm, walking past his bedroom once. He was fighting to keep quiet. He was big and it was an over the top erotic feeling him up in me. I was taking deep breaths and pinching my lips together, except when we kissed, tongue on tongue. He got my nipples with some fingers and a hand on my breasts a few times. He switched hands and did both.

A long time later he got his fingers down in on my butt button and got in. That does a thing on me and I tried to stop him but too late. I think he did that because he was at his orgasm. We both muted our mouths kissing and held our body jerking in check as much as we could and got through it.

It was one of the best orgasms I ever had, one of the most satisfying. I buried my face in his chest to keep quiet and he was into my shoulder. It took some time to get our breathing back near normal. The amount of energy our bodies burnt during orgasms must be enormous to cause us to need that much oxygen. I never really thought about it before. Our Ox must have been down in the lower 80's.

We kissed lightly and said thank you to each other and I slipped out and went to the bathroom and then to bed with Decky. About an hour later I heard Earl go. Decky didn't say anything and was soon asleep. She probably saw and heard every little thing. I hoped she enjoyed it, I certainly did.

Early in the morning before daybreak I felt the bed move a little and turned over toward the center. Decky had gone to the bathroom. When she came back she wound up right against me, me spooning her. I said, "Morning." We could easily whisper with the air conditioning on and not disturb Earl.

"Morning," she said. "Did you have a good time with Earl? I bet he's fun spooning if he's doing the spooning."

"Oh yes," I said. "You should try it sometimes. He would probably really enjoy spooning and teasing you." I thought this might be a good chance to see if I could show her what she likes and doesn't like. Sometimes it works. I said, "Would you like me to give you an idea what it's like?"

Nothing. She didn't answer. Then she said, "You mean what Earl might do? If he was spooning me."

"Sure," I said. "If you like it enjoy yourself. If not then slow down or stop or do something else or go back to sleep. Whatever you decide."

"Ok," she said.

I snuggled up closer with her butt saddled in my valley and slid a hand over her waist on her stomach. Her top was up and I was on skin. I put my lower arm under her head at the pillow gap and my hand up over her lower shoulder. I pressed my lips in her upper shoulder then her hair, letting my breath get in on her neck.

I messed with her butt with my hips, making it a little more sexual and let our feet do the same. When I felt her breathing more I moved my hand up on top of her top and played with the bottom of her breasts. I flat handed up on her upper breast and pressed and rotated lightly, then the other one. I did this a couple of minutes, keeping hot breath on her neck and undulating our middles around ever so slightly.

I slipped my hand back down her stomach slowly and got very near her tuff but not on it and went across from one hip to the other then back up to her breasts, this time under her top. Flat handing her breasts again I finally let my fingers get her nipples and let her nerve endings give her some more pleasure. I got a moan from that and she moved her hips just that little bit.

I said, "Are you enjoying this as much as I am? Would you like me to slow down or do a little more? Remember, I'm supposed to be Earl."

About that time Earl got up and went to the bathroom. I kept playing with her nipples and my upper leg must have been pressing because she lifted her upper leg and my knee went right through and up high between her thighs, pressing up. She actually snuggled backwards just a little so we were closer. Earl came back and went back to sleep.

"If you would like to do some more that would be ok," she said.

I pulled my leg out from between her thighs and slowly twisted her over towards me on her back, mostly. I nibbled on her ear and whispered, "Let me know if it's too much. This is supposed to be a lot of fun, not a chore." She nodded a couple of times.

I think the whole atmosphere, in bed, in a motel, her brother in bed very close and her almost nude and me on her privates was very welcome. I decided to give her an outlet. I leaned over and lightly touched her lips with mine. Then again and then a little open a couple of times then touched her lips with my tongue and let that go ahead. She started to respond fairly quickly and I let that build so she could express herself and she did. Quite erotically.

She got an arm around my neck and kissed me and tongued my tongue and let loose a little with her other arm wrapped. If I was a guy I would have my dick in her within thirty seconds. When she turned towards me I slid my hand on her stomach and kept it there. I moved it down and over on her far hip and slipped my fingers in her pants, over from her tuff.

Running my fingertips across I slowly got her used to me and dipped into her tuff and played around. On her lower tuff I would press a couple of fingers down lightly. I was getting her used to me near her clit and I was creating more sexual desire.

I said, "Would you like me to stop so you can relax? I'm having a lot of fun but no need to hurry." While I was saying that I slowly got a finger right on the top of her hood and plopped it over and back a few times, lightly.

She hugged me a little tighter, her head next to mine and said, "Oh mom. That feels so good. I really don't want to stop yet. If you don't mind." I nodded like she did earlier and slid my fingers on down her hood, pressing.

I didn't stop there but went all the way to her vagina and slipped a finger in and used it to coat her clit and part of the hood, the lower part right at the tip. She let her hips jump some when I touched her clit front. It had to be engorged and very sensitive.

I started two fingers working up and down on the hood right at the bottom. I was pressing so the skin would move with my fingers rather than sliding up and down the skin. Every six or seven times I would run my fingers down in between her ridges and push into her vagina as far as I could with one finger, then two and back to the clit.

She was turned towards me more and her upper leg was up and out. Earl could probably see that easily. Her leg nearest me was bent and stuck between my legs. I hoped he knew what we were up to in case Decky let loose some if she had an orgasm which seemed to be a sure thing if we kept going. Yep, a guy would have his dick in her long ago.