Ethan Nelson Pt. 02

I suddenly woke up. Had I passed out? I struggled to sit up. I was bleary eyed, a sure sign I'd been asleep for some time. I surveyed the scene of my greatest ever masturbation session. Mom's panties were now just a small sodden mess laying on top of the two photographs of her. My shorts had fallen onto the floor. I swung my legs off the bed and padding into the bathroom turned on the shower.

As soon as the water was hot enough I got inside and let it hit my body. I felt good although my cock was really sore. And then I felt bad. Remorse at my disgusting actions flooded my head as I considered what I had done. My god, I was a pervert. I had jacked off to pictures of my mother, the woman who had given birth to me. The woman who nurtured me through infancy, who had held me when I cried, who comforted me when I was sick or hurt. The woman who cooked my meals, washed my clothes, ferried me anywhere I wanted to go, even gave me money to go out with my friends. The woman who'd never prevented me from doing the things I liked to do.

And how had I repaid her? By treating her like a sex object. For some reason I now lusted for her body. It wasn't enough that she'd given birth to me. I now wanted carnal knowledge of that body. I wanted to fuck my mom into oblivion. I wanted to give her what I thought she craved. I wanted to give her multiple orgasms. If my dad wasn't capable then I would take over his duties. I would fuck his wife properly for him. For god's sake she deserved it!

I finished my shower got dried and dressed and went downstairs. But as I walked towards the kitchen my blood ran cold. I could hear the noise of rattling dishes coming from there. Oh shit ...

"Oh hi dear," Mom said, looking up as I walked tentatively into the kitchen.

"Hi ... mom," I replied nervously. I waited a while before I just had to ask the question I didn't want to ask.

"Erm ... how long have you been back?"

"A while sweetie ... why?" she replied, glancing quickly at me and then away. She tried to suppress it but I still caught the faint smile on her lips.

"Just wondered ... that's all." I noticed she was no longer wearing the white off the shoulder sweater and skirt but had changed into her tight fitting brown tee shirt with the white pants. So today she'd worn both the outfits I had photographed her in, the pictures of which I had just jerked myself off too. I wondered briefly if her change of clothes was deliberate.

"Auntie Trish okay?" I asked, "have a good meal?"

"She's fine. Sends her love. And yes, the meal was lovely."

The conversation stalled and I waited. Perhaps I should have left. Mom carried on fussing about for a bit before she dropped the hammer blow I feared.

"You must have been tired ... you know ... to go back to bed." She looked at me sideways, just sneaking a look at my face. I could feel myself going bright red.

"I ... erm ..." I hesitated not knowing what to say. Mom came over to me and took hold of my face with both her hands. They felt delightfully cool to my burning cheeks. We were so close to each other. She smelled great. Her boobs were nearly touching me. I felt my cock stiffen and swell and then lift slowly up towards her pussy. It was as if it was being magnetically drawn to the honey pot that lay between her thighs. I eased my lower body away to create a small gap between us.

"Do we need to have a talk Ethan?" she said.

Uh-oh! She only ever used my proper name when I was in trouble. But that smirk was still evident on her lips. Her lips. Her full, juicy, ruby red, kissable lips. They were inches away from mine. I felt a surge of desire as my heart rate increased and a dull roar rushed through my head. I could smell the alcohol on her breath. My god I so wanted to kiss my mom right then!

Luckily she let go and moved away. I watched her walk over to the sink appreciating the sway of her hips and the swell of her tight buns in her ass hugging, white pants. For a slender woman she had all the right curves in all the right places. Oh my god, this was crazy. For fucks sake, stop it Ethan - now!

But my eyes were locked solid onto her ass. Thoughts of Mrs Kowalski flooded into my head. I remembered how she'd looked the first time I'd had her, bent over the sink with my cock deep inside her sopping wet pussy as I drove my hardness into her over and over again. And then the image morphed into my mom and it was her I was fucking over the sink. Fucking hell. My cock was rock hard. I think I must have groaned.

"What was that dear ... did you say something?" Mom said as she turned around to look at me. All I saw was the sideways profile of her massive breasts. My cock must have noticed too as it stiffened a bit more and began to throb painfully.

"No, no, nothing mom," I replied. "I ... erm ... I've got to go out." I turned to leave.

"Okay sweetie," Mom replied, "but don't be late home. We're having dinner early as your dad's got to leave for his business trip tonight." She paused before looking me square in the eye. "And then we can have that talk. That'll be nice, won't it?"

My stomach knotted. I was still in big shit. She was going to tell my dad and he would kill me. Oh god.

"Yeah ... okay mom," I managed to croak out in reply

* * * * * *

Dinner was awkward. Dad chatted normally about meaningless stuff while mom and I seemed to skirt around each other, hardly speaking at all but when forced to, only answering in words of one syllabub.

I was watching a movie when dad left. Mom went upstairs to change and came down wearing her nightie. I averted my eyes trying to play it cool in case seeing her large breasts again gave me an erection.

Mom didn't make it easy as she came and sat down on the sofa next to me. We didn't say a word to each other until mom went to get herself a drink. She came back with a large glass of wine, which was unusual for her. She's not much of a drinker. I've seen her get pretty rowdy after only a small glass of booze and I figured she'd already had more than enough at lunchtime.

She snuggled down next to me and for the next fifteen, twenty minutes just sat there sipping at her drink. I was surprised when she got up to get herself a refill but I couldn't help but admire her long curvaceous legs as she walked into the kitchen. Mom's not skinny by any means but she is slender. I tried not to look at her breasts when she came back into the room but they were jiggling about so much it was hard not to. She was clearly not wearing a bra.

"Like what you see there Ricky?" she smirked as she settled down next to me. I swear she was sitting closer than before.

"Yeah, I guess," I mumbled in reply.

"About earlier ..."

Oh-oh, here it comes.

"... do you want to tell me about it?"

"Erm ... about what mom?"

She laughed although it was more a titter than a full on raucous belly-laugh.

"You know what ..."

"I ... erm ... I have no explanation mom. I'm sorry. I'm a teenager. My hormones are all over the place." I knew I was babbling but I'd done a bit of research on the internet that afternoon and that's what someone had written. And it had to be right. The author was apparently a highly regarded sex psychologist.

"So ... today ... is that the first time you've masturbated with my panties and looking at photographs of me?"

I looked sideways at her and watched her red lips close around the rim of the wine glass. She took a sip. It was so erotic. And when had she put on some more lip gloss?

"Erm ... yes. Mom, I'm so sorry ..."

"Have you masturbated to pictures of me before?"

"No ... yes ... maybe ... I can't remember."

"You can tell me sweetie. I won't be mad. I want to understand, truly I do. But we need to talk about this. It isn't healthy to keep things like this bottled up ..."

She paused as she took a healthy sip of her wine.

"... so tell me ... do you have sexual feelings towards me ... you know ... lustful thoughts?"

Of course I had feelings towards her so as soon as she uttered the words sexual and lustful my cock jumped to attention. I was only wearing a pair of shorts so there was no way I could hide the erection that erupted from between my legs. Besides, when it gets big, it gets really big!

"HOLY SHIT," Mom exclaimed loudly as she saw the erection tenting my shorts. There was no hiding it now.

"Is that what I think it is?" she asked incredulously.

"Yes ... I'm so sorry mom." I was almost crying from the shame and embarrassment. I was a pervert. There was no denying it.

"I think you should go take care of it," she said, suddenly sounding much calmer.

I staggered off the sofa and beat a hasty retreat upstairs to my room. It took me ten minutes to cum. I was so hard it hurt. But when I'd finished I was still semi erect. I worried that it wouldn't take much to get me rock hard again.

When I finally made it back downstairs mom was still sitting on the sofa.

"Feeling better?" she asked as I slumped down next to her.

"Yes thanks," I replied bashfully.

"This is crazy. God Ricky, you've made me so tense. My neck's killing me," she said. Her back arched as her she tried to massage her neck and shoulders herself. All she achieved was to push her breasts further out from her chest. They were almost jiggling in my face, which as I suspected it might, magically brought my cock back to life.

I swallowed hard, trying to subdue the overwhelming desire to touch those great big, wobbly mounds of flesh. I could even see her nipples through her robe. "Here, let me mom," I said as I reached out and turned her so she had her back to me.

"No, no, it's okay," she said. But I already had my hands on her neck, manipulating her muscles with my fingers and thumbs. I could feel the tension in her shoulders as soon as I dropped my hands onto them.

"You're right mom, you're very tense." Her skin was soft and smooth under my fingers. She felt so good to touch. I worked on her shoulders and neck for a while and felt mom slowly melting back into me as she relaxed.

She sighed. "That feels so good son. You're very good at this. Have you been taking lessons?"

"No," I replied. I hadn't although Mrs Kowalski had taught me a thing or two about massage and how it helps women relax.

I continued to work on her neck and shoulders for about ten minutes or so. By now mom's head had dropped and she was totally relaxed. She even seemed to be making little purring sounds of contentment.

Encouraged by her almost stupefied demeanor, I made my hands drop lower with each pass over her shoulders until I knew I was at the top of her breasts. Knowing I was barely inches away from touching her breasts my cock got really interested again. I hadn't realized. But mom had.

"Not again Ricky ... really?"

"What?" I looked down. My erection was prodding mom in her back. And as I looked it seemed to be getting bigger.

"How big are you Ricky?"

The words were spoken so softly I wasn't sure I heard right.

"I'm sorry. Did you say something mom?"

She cleared her throat with a little cough. "I said how big is it?" She was still speaking softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

She paused briefly. "I know it's big, I can feel it ... but how big?"

"I'm not sure," I replied truthfully. I'd never measured it but at a guess it was probably eight maybe even nine inches fully erect and it was fairly thick even when limp.

Mom's voice was still barely above a whisper and her breathing seemed to have altered. It sounded very ragged.

"Do you know the Kowalski's?"

"Erm ... yeah. They come into the store quite a lot. Why?" I replied nervously. The alarm bells had started ringing loudly in my head.

"Did you know there's a rumor going around that Mrs Kowalski has a young lover. The talk is that he's very well endowed."

She paused again and I held my breath. The atmosphere in the room had gotten decidedly heavy.

"It's ... it's not you ... is it Ricky?"

I swallowed hard. What to say? Did I confess all and earn the life long condemnation of family and friends. And that was just for starters. Who knew what Mr Kowalski would say or do to me if he found out it was me fucking his wife.

"No mom," I finally said, although my stomach was clenched tight as I strained to utter the lie.

"Thank god," she murmured. She sank backwards into my cock. It was sticking straight out now and she almost crushed it.

We stayed like that for a while. Not moving until I began to slide my hands up and down the smooth flesh of her arms. I felt her shift her position slightly as if she was making herself comfortable. I also felt that her breathing had altered slightly and she was letting out almost inaudible little grunting murmurs of pleasure. Was she becoming aroused? In my fevered mind I hoped so.

That was a good sign ... wasn't it? I swallowed hard again as I let my hands brush casually against the outer swell of her large breasts. There was no reaction from mom so I did it again. They were so tantalizingly close. All I had to do was stretch my fingers out about half an inch and I would be touching them properly.

I gulped in some air, then held my breath as I slowly moved both hands simultaneously off her arms and encircled her breasts. As I closed my fingers around them I squeezed softly. I figured that if mom did object I'd still have managed to cop a good feel of her boobs and that memory would linger for a long time. And I knew from experience that Mrs K liked having her breasts groped a lot, so I was kinda hoping mom would be the same.

And she was. There was no slapping of the hands away. All she did was moan softly as my hands squeezed them again. Oh fuck, the feel of them in my hands was just so indescribably good. I leaned down to kiss my mom's neck. She seemed to like that too so I did it again. I was bolder now as I ran my hands under and over and around the vast expanse of her boobs, fondling every inch and enjoying the sensation of holding those magnificent breasts in my hands. My touch was soft at first but it wasn't long before I had my fingers delving deeply into her abundant flesh, brutally squeezing and groping them.

I'm sure you've all watched Japanese porn and seen how the men give Japanese women's tits a right good mauling. So you'll get the idea of what I was doing to mom. Thankfully if her moans and groans were any indication, she was loving it.

Her nipples by now were huge. They were also rock hard. And as my hands roamed around mom's breasts my fingers kept catching them. And every time they did mom would give a little jolt.

Finally it dawned on me that mom's nipples were highly sensitive so I began to focus my attention on them. I played with them for a while, just touching the top of them with the tip of my finger, rolling them around before taking hold and squeezing and twisting them. The reaction from mom was spectacular. But that was nothing to when I grabbed hold and tugged at them, pulling her large boobs away from her chest. Her body jerked so violently she almost slid off the sofa.

"Oh god ... Rickeeee ..." she hissed as she tried to turn and look at me.

I looked down to see mom's legs were spread wide. Her nightie had ridden high up her legs and revealed that she wasn't wearing panties. I could see her pussy was shaved and very wet. This was my chance to take her. I jumped off the sofa and quickly knelt before her. She seemed to sense what I was going to do.

"No Ricky ... no ... please ..." She closed her legs but I knew her words were half-hearted. Besides, her pussy was right in front of me so I wasn't going to be denied. I could smell how worked up she was. I placed a hand on each thigh and eased them apart. She didn't put up much of a fight.

I leaned in, savoring the aroma of her sex. She smelled much fresher and sweeter than Mrs Kowalski and I realized right then that I would never fuck Mrs K again. From now on the only MILF I would be fucking would be mom.

I licked up and down the inside of her thighs, taking my time, skirting around the sopping wet slit that was her delightful pussy. Mom's pussy lips were small and tight, not big and flappy like Mrs Kowalski's. But she'd taught me well and now I put what I'd learned into practice. I made sure to avoid any contact with her mound, which made mom whimper and squirm with frustration. I already had her demanding satisfaction so I knew this was going to end well.

I moved in for the kill.

"OHMYGOD," Mom exploded and jerked so hard she almost jumped off the sofa when I dragged my tongue over her pussy lips for the first time.

She sucked in breath through her gritted teeth, her hips doing the fandango as my mouth locked onto her slippery gash and my tongue toyed with her protruding clit.

She had cum so hard she was scarcely breathing. I glanced up to see that her face was all scrunched up and her eyes were tightly closed. Her mouth was gaping wide as she tried to get some much needed oxygen into her lungs.

Her legs swung up and coiled themselves around my neck. She pulled me in tighter as her hips moved backwards and forwards as she tried to force her pussy deeper into my mouth. I carried on sucking and licking, driving her on towards another climax. I could feel it coming as her legs suddenly tensed and then fell away from my neck.

She was still rocking to and fro but it increased in pace until she was rocketing along. It was then I stuck two fingers inside her. I must have found the mythical G-spot because she almost yelled the house down when she came again.

I tried to carry on licking her but she forced my head out from between her legs. "Ricky ... honey ... please ... no more ... it's too much ..." she gasped.

I sat up and gazed into her face. She looked back at me through hooded eyes. She seemed content. Sated and happy. I stood up and pulled her up off the sofa. She melted into my arms and looked me square in the eyes. Her lips were parted. They looked so kissable. I moved my head towards hers. She tilted it slightly to the side in acceptance. Our lips met. No longer as mother and son but now as lovers.

That first kiss was magical. Her lips were so full and it made it a truly sensuous experience. Mrs Kowalski had thin lips and it always felt like I was kissing her teeth. But not mom. We took it soft and slow to begin with but were soon kissing as hard as any lust crazed teenagers would.

Mom forced her tongue into my mouth and we deep throated each other for ages, our lips seemingly fused together. When we finally broke apart we were both panting for breath. We stood away from each other for a brief moment just staring into each others eyes. The look of total, utter love burned brightly in moms. And then we rushed back and embraced. Our mouths mashed together as we kissed urgently and passionately. Mom's hands were rifling through my hair, tugging and pulling as I groped at her boobs, moving briefly to her ass before going back to her boobs again.

"Ohh Ricky ... no ... you ... we ... no ... shouldn't be ..." Mom babbled as we broke our vise like grip on each other. I smiled as I took her hand.

"Come with me mom," I said. I felt so mature and in control, looking over my shoulder and seeing her breasts swaying from side to side as I led her upstairs and into my bedroom.

"This is wrong ... we shouldn't ... shouldn't be doing this Ricky," she said feebly as she climbed up onto my bed. I quickly shed my clothes and followed right behind her and helped her to lay down on her back. She automatically spread her legs wide for me. My cock twitched and made a move all on it's own towards her glistening slit.

"I know mom," I replied as I lowered myself down to lie on top of her. She groaned as she took my weight. "Sorry," I said as I raised myself off her.

"No baby, it's okay," she replied as she pulled me back down. Her arms coiled around my neck and our lips met. This time it was really slow and our kiss was deep and meaningful. My cock meanwhile nestled comfortably against her pussy lips. I could feel it throbbing so I was sure mom could too.