Sometimes you have to go through Hell to get to Heaven. Such was the case for young Jimmy. Hell came in the form of the tour of duty he served during the second Korean War which started roughly 66 years after the truce that ended the initial war in 1953. Subsequently, he found Heaven sometime after arriving home.
He was suffering from what the doctors called Post War Sleep Disorder (PWSD). Simply put, the young man could not get a peaceful night's sleep to save his life. The six months of almost continuous combat he experienced, coupled with his 18 month stint as a POW in a horrific North Korean prisoner of war camp, had left him deeply scarred, both mentally and emotionally.
The war and its aftermath was his own personal hell. But if you asked him, "would you do it all over again," the answer would be a resounding yes for it was this hell that set the stage for him to find an especially heavenly love in the arms of an angel—his beautiful mother.
Amanda heard her son pacing restlessly in his room at night. These were the occasions when he gave up on sleep altogether. Other nights when he slept out of utter exhaustion after being awake for two or three days, she heard anguished cries plaguing his sleep.
A mother's heart is a fragile thing, especially when it comes to an only child, so it was no surprise that poor Amanda wept for her son to the point of complete despair. It did not help that Jimmy closed himself off to her about his combat experiences in the war.
It was his experiences as a POW that especially bothered him Amanda suspected, but despite her best efforts to get him to open up regarding the time he spent in the harsh North Korean POW camp, in the end, it was to no avail. All of Amanda's best efforts to get him to talk failed, as he simply would not, or maybe could not, open up to her.
Amanda was beginning to feel she had failed as his mother since she could not help her 20 year old son overcome his night terrors. She had already failed as a wife, in her mind anyway, as Jimmy's father, Tom, had left her some 4 years ago for a younger woman.
Amanda was approaching 40 and becoming extremely self-conscious about her age, but if she would have taken the time to critically examine herself in the mirror she would have noticed she had very little reason to be self-conscious. She was a true beauty, with locks of chestnut-brown hair that fell past her shoulders in a perfect wave of teased curls curtaining her lovely oval face.
Her lips are pouty and inviting. Jimmy had long ago memories burned upon his very soul from when he was just a boy of the taste of her kisses from those honey flavored lips.
Her complexion was perfect and glowed with a beauty that demanded strict attention. At 5' 8" and 135 pounds she had a body that demanded even greater attention. The highlights of her heavenly body was a pair of long, muscular legs, along with a perfectly shaped ass. Her nearly flat washboard stomach had only hints of fat on it such was the sculpted figure she strived to maintain still at her advanced age.
Her outer beauty was matched by an inner beauty that reflected itself in her warm and bubbly personality. Her smile was dazzling and would simply light up any room when she was happy.
In short, Amada had the personality of an angel, but the body of a devil, accented by her all natural 37F breasts. Amanda's tits were regal and majestic, to say the least, and she took extra pride in following a workout regime that ensured they would stay that way for some time to come.
But Amanda, ever the harsh critic of herself, thought her tits were beginning to sag a bit with age. What Amanda really required more than anything was a boost of self-confidence in regards to her aging body. Such self-depreciating thoughts left her feeling insecure, depressed, and vulnerable.
In spite of this feelings of insecurity, she yearned to see if she still had what it took to turn someone's head. She often wondered to herself, "would I be such a horrible mother if . . . maybe I showed off for my son a bit to see if I still had some sex appeal because if I could turn his head then . .?"
With the arrival of summer she had the perfect opportunity to find out. They had a nice pool in the backyard and Amanda, being a sun worshiper, loved nothing more than to spend a warm, quiet summer afternoon working on her tan. For this task she had a varied assortment of multicolored bikinis that were very much up to the job of showing off her luscious body to the sun's warming rays.
Indeed this summer Jimmy is to be the perfect little guinea pig. Amanda sincerely hopes, after seeing so much ugliness during combat and during his captivity, Jimmy will find the beauty of his mother to be a most welcome sight.
They had always been close, and now with his father out of the picture, Jimmy ha optimistic expectations they will only grow closer. His sincerest wishes are that he and his mother will develop a very special and extremely tight committed bond of deep eternal love. This would be a dream come true for Jimmy, the shy sincere "mama's boy".
Jimmy arrives home in the spring of 2019. He isn't long before the nightmares start that prevent him from getting a decent night's sleep. After a week he is looking drawn and pale. His mood is dark as he even becomes irritable with his mother.
Amanda tries to give him time and space to get adjusted to being home, but as June arrives and with it the warm summer days things are not getting any better.
They had plenty of time to enjoy the summer alone together as Amanda had taken a LOA from her job as a nurse at a local hospital once it becomes evident what rough shape Jimmy is in emotionally.
Physically, it is quite the opposite. Jimmy despite his lack of sleep still finds the energy to hit the gym on a daily basis. Naturally, during his captivity he had dropped quite a bit of weight, but now that he is home again, with his Mom's subtle encouragement, and wanting to impress her, he is eating like a horse and getting back into top physical shape.
Jimmy should have found the long summer days hanging out by the pool with his mother to be a wonderful tonic, but it is not just the sun's rays that caress his mom's body as she reclines by the pool sunning herself. He finds it extremely difficult to keep his eyes off her beautiful bikini clad body thus causing no small amount of guilt, along with quite a hefty load of sexual tension to build up inside of him.
So now, besides the night terrors he is experiencing from the war, he is also having to contend with some rather steamy fantasies about his mother as he lies in bed at night.
Most of his fantasies focus on her colossal tits as they strain against the thin material of whichever of the skimpy little bikinis she is showing off in.
Such thoughts cause him to give up trying to sleep and spend the night pacing. To do otherwise, that is to stay in bed and try to sleep, would put him at risk of engaging in a very long and wicked masturbating session starring his mother. He is not so sure he can take the inevitable guilt that would follow. Thus the pacing. Thus the snapping at his mother irritably the next day over the smallest of things.
He reasons his sexual fantasies about his mother are not entirely his fault though as the doctors at the VA tell Jimmy if he has difficulty sleeping, he should focus his mind on "nice things". Things that make him smile. Things that warmed his heart. Things that give him comfort. When he tries this method he finds his thoughts inevitably turn to his mother and, of course, she is wearing one of her skimpy little string bikinis.
Finally, after a few nights of pacing and trying to avoid whacking off thinking of his mom, Jimmy is forced to take a couple of strong sleeping pills to knock himself out just so he can get some sleep. And then after falling to sleep the night terrors hit him hard. It was a losing proposition either way it seems.
Amanda is not completely blind to what is happening. She senses her son's eyes on her while she reclines in the sun in her sexy bikinis. This has the effect of warming her heart that she can still at her age garner her son's attentions while giving her self-confidence a much needed boost.
Her self-confidence blooms to the point where even after she is done sunning herself out by the pool, she doesn't take off her bikini right away. Instead, she makes it a point to prance around the house in her bikinis, watching while Jimmy does his level best trying not to notice her. It soon became like a little game to each of them. A game that neither has the courage to speak about, but both loved playing.
She understands it is maybe a little wrong to show off in such a way, but the simple fact is she loves the attention. Her self-esteem had taken a major hit when Tom left her for a younger woman.
She had tried dating, but the men she met were only interested in one thing it seemed-- hauling her off to bed. She wants a man that is interested in more than a quick roll in the hay; a man that loves her heart first and her body second, but much to her chagrin, she finds such men to be in short supply.
In fact, the only man that she understands that might fit her needs as such is Jimmy. She knows he simply adores her and loves her beyond the pale, and now, as an added bonus, she is beginning to suspect he is also growing quite fond of her body.
Now with Jimmy home, and in such obvious need of love and comfort, she deems it best she puts what little social life she has on hold. But despite focusing all her attentions on him, Amanda finds the long, hot summer dragging on, with Jimmy's overall emotional health only growing worse.
She is becoming frantic. She knows she must do something, and sooner rather than later, as Jimmy's well-being is a real source of concern for her. A plan is beginning to form in her mind, but she would need courage to put it into play.
She remembers how when Jimmy was younger, and suffered from the occasional bad dreams that all little kids seem to have, she would comfort him by snuggling in bed with him, and letting him fall asleep in her arms. It worked every time, but then, of course, he was only a boy and now he was a man!
After some internal debate Amanda considers her plan, at the very least, worth a shot. She shall figure a way, assuming her courage holds out, to get him in her bed and from there -- it will be in the hands of fate. A few nights later the moment of truth comes. Will she will have the courage to act upon her plan?
It is around midnight and she is just getting ready for bed. She had been talked into going out for a few drinks at a local restaurant with friends to celebrate a birthday. It was her first time doing anything socially in weeks and she came home a little drunk and depressed.
The two glasses of wine she had with dinner had left her feeling playful and frisky. But, as usual, she had no one to play with which is why she is sad and lonely.
After getting undressed for bed, she is in the midst of brushing her teeth when she hears a loud thud and then a short cry of pain. It comes from down the hallway; most likely from Jimmy's bedroom. She rushes out of the bathroom and into his room, not realizing, or maybe better yet, not caring, that she is wearing nothing but her bra and panties.
When she enters his bedroom she is, at first, confused. By the dim light streaming into the room from the hallway, Amanda sees his bed is empty. Then she hears a small rustling noise on the far side of the bed coming from the floor. She hurries around his bed and sees, her heart breaking, Jimmy curled up on the floor in a fetal position, clutching a pillow.
"Jimmy . . . Honey . . . Baby are you all right?" she shrieks reaching over to flip on the small bedside table lamp. "What are you doing on the floor?"
He blinks his eyes at her, once, twice, looking confused. He is shaking like a leaf and has a look of panic in his wide staring eyes. Although his eyes are open, Amanda is not sure if he is fully awake and aware of his surroundings. A suspicion that is soon confirmed by his actions.
"P-please d-don't let them . . . put me in the hole again Mommy." His voice comes out barely above a whisper, and has such a heart-breaking quality to it that it causes large tears to begin to well up in her pretty green eyes.
Fighting back the tears, she bends over him and brushes a strand of his swirling lion's mane of light brown hair out of his eyes. Amanda gazes down at him. Maybe for the first time, she realizes her son is no longer the cute little boy he once was, but while away he has matured into a strikingly handsome young man.
His jaw is square and firm while his angular cheekbones accent his masculinity. His skin has a dark healthy glow from hours of relaxing in the sun with his mother. She can't help but to notice his broad shoulders or his washboard stomach as he reclines on the floor shirtless.
A sudden wave of guilt washes over her after she realizes she is standing there like a gaping idiot admiring her son's well-toned military physique before becoming lost in his gentle hazel eyes as they stare wide and unblinking up at her.
He is hot and sweaty and obviously scared. Making a firm decision that she must do something to ease his suffering, she leans over and whispers in his ear, "You are safe Jimmy. Mommy is here, and you are coming back to her bed and I am going to . . ." She helps him to his feet before continuing. "Give you so much love and comfort that you are going to get a good night's sleep for once."
"Mom you don't have to do that. I'm alright." Jimmy snaps back irritably in a rough voice designed to hide the abject fear that the horrible dream has caused him. He gamely begins to pace the floor, shaking off his mother's hand on his shoulder.
She watches him move like a tiger treading in his territory. When he turns towards her and hits her with that rascal like grin of his she once again finds herself captivated by his sweet innocent charm wrapped up in such an exceedingly dashing and elegant physical package.
"Mom it's Ok. I'm all good now. I don't need to come to your bed."
No sooner does Jimmy speak those words come to your bed aloud than his heart leaps with fevered anticipation at just such a thought.
Her simple response sends shivers up and down his spine. "Shh honey. You do. I mean you must. It's what you need baby. It's what I need . . . Please don't deny your mother the chance to provide her baby boy with so much love and comfort those silly nightmares won't stand a chance. Please honey . . . come to your mommy's bed."
Dazed and still a bit confused it's easy for Jimmy to let his "mommy" take control. He allows her to sit him down on the bed while she waits patiently for his final decision.
She stands there in the small pool of light thrown off by the small bedside lamp she just clicked on, hands on her hips, a motherly look of concern on her lovely face. He starts to protest before he looks up. He blinks his eyes up at her; he is finally fully coming awake.
"Mom really you . . ." The protest dies on his lips when he finally notices what she is wearing—an attractive lime green lace bra with matching panties. Jimmy is rendered speechless by the casual way his mother is standing there-- half naked-- looking hotter than hell.
Yes, standing there so cool and casual, looking totally worried about him while seemingly very unconcerned that she is wearing nothing but that sexy, lace, lime green bra and panties in front of her twenty year old son.
This warms deeply knowing that she was so concerned over his welfare that she went rushing into his room wearing only her underwear.
"I will not accept any excuses Jimmy. I have stood by and done nothing long enough while you have been plagued by these awful dreams."
"L-let me think about it a minute Mom," he says weakly not yet ready to surrender. But surrender he will as he understands by the tone in her voice that she is in no mood to compromise.
There will be probably nothing for him to do but to swallow his pride and accept her invitation to come sleep in her bed. He looks at her and thinks to himself just how damn sexy she looks standing there, no make it posing there, in her bra and panties while looking all concerned and motherly. Just for him. Maybe sleeping in her bed would not be so bad after all!
Jimmy's thoughts soon turn to less pure ideas than simply allowing his mother to comfort him. He could not help it as his mother's gorgeous big tits, protected from his eyes only by her pretty lace bra, invited, nay, begged for such dark and forbidden thoughts. He stares at them helplessly enthralled by their majestic splendor.
It does not escape Amanda's attention that her son is noticing her tits with more than a passing interest. She observes how, as he sits on the edge of the bed fidgeting while seemingly trying to make up his mind about her invitation, his attentions kept wandering down to her chest. This causes no small measure of excitement in her-- especially since she is a little drunk and her emotions are running free.
This is much the same thing that happens when they hang out by the pool: the way his eyes will inadvertently become glued to her tits, while she is wearing one of her skimpy bikinis. Inwardly, she is thrilled by this accidental sudden turn of events.
As Jimmy reaches out to take her hand, it suddenly comes to Amanda what she must do to get his mind off the horrors he experienced during the war. She must keep his mind focused on much more pleasant things-- like her tits.
Just like at the pool, Amanda does not mind at all if her young son can't keep his eyes off them. The truth was she craved his attention. Besides, she is a natural born show off and is blessed with the body and the attitude to be good at it.
Back in her bedroom, Amanda tucks him straight away in bed before joining him under the covers. Wow, she had not bothered with any pajamas!! Jimmy excitedly thinks to himself as she settles next to him.
The scent of her snuggled next to him drives him mad with an irresistible longing that is nearly overpowering. It wasn't even necessary her perfume, which she rarely wore, and then only in dabs. Instead, it was just the natural smell of her body. Fresh and clean.
And oh her hair; he smells it as he nuzzles his face against her neck. It falls lightly in his face. Hmmm it smells of lilacs and roses, of fresh rainwater, of spring flowers and vanilla lavender. Or maybe that was the smell of her neck.
Whatever it may be, the smell her natural scent drove him crazy with maddening thoughts of . . . dark sexual urges of a most forbidden nature.
And when she cuddles him close to her body, after gently, carefully nestling his head down safely between the immense twin cups of her sexy lime green bra, he never felt safer or slept better.
Her large, soft tits serve as a pair of delightful pillows for his face. The fact he is so utterly exhausted is the only thing that allows him to slip off to sleep. Otherwise, considering his stiff condition "down there" sleep would have been rather difficult to say the least.
The next day does little to relieve the sexual tension he is feeling towards his mother. The day is full of bright sunshine so Amanda suggests they spend the afternoon hanging out by the pool. She wears an enchanting white string bikini that stands out in stunning contrast to her lovely dark well- tanned skin. Once again, Jimmy finds himself drawn to the delightful sight of his mom's chest as the string bikini shows off her big, beautiful tits to such a degree that Jimmy finds himself casting furtive sideways glances at them all all afternoon.
At dinner time, when they decide to barbecue steaks outdoors on the patio grill, she changes out of her bikini and into something maybe even more dangerous than her scanty little bikini. She decides to dress casual for dinner. Real casual as she is now wearing a pair of daisy duke shorts, along with a light blue tank top.
The shorts are skin tight, as is the tank top that shows clearly she is not wearing a bra underneath. The outline of her large nipples pressed invitingly against the thin material of the tank top is a beacon for Jimmy's eyes. He has a feeling she knows he cannot keep his eyes off of her tits, and much to his growing surprise, and hidden delight, she doesn't seem to mind one bit.
They enjoy a bottle of wine with dinner and then retire to the living room to watch an old horror movie together. Soon, they are cuddling in each other's arms like long lost lovers.
Snuggling together on the couch while watching some old horror movie had been one of their favorite pastimes together when he was younger. Quite naturally, Jimmy is pleasantly surprised when she makes the playful suggestion they relive a bit of their past.
Before the movie begins, Amanda once again goes upstairs to change her outfit. She replaces the tank top and daisy dukes with a pair of old sweat pants and a half tee shirt. The sweat pants were not very sexy, but the same thing could not be said about her half tee shirt. It is light pink, extremely tight, and just covered her immense tits by the barest of margins. The short sleeved tee shirt seemed to be designed for the express purpose of showing off as much skin as possible.
As Amanda comes striding back into the living room, Jimmy can't help but to notice how deliciously his mom's little half tee shows off her well-toned stomach, along with her immense tits—just as she had planned it.
As they share their third glass of wine, Amanda becomes especially warm and friendly with him. Jimmy, liking the warm buzz the wine gives him, responds likewise with her. When it is finally time to go to bed he follows her up the stairs with his mind full of endless pleasant ways this night might end. At the top of the stairs, he heads to his room, but before he can get more than two steps away she reaches out and snares his hand.
"Honey," she beams while flashing her dazzling angel-white teeth at him, "don't you want to try for another good night's sleep snuggled in my arms."
He stops and turns to her, his heart racing, as he had been wondering all day if she was going to suggest he sleep with her again. Amanda quickly recognizes where his gaze is fixed, dead on her tits that is, and smiles slyly to herself knowing that her little half tee shirt is working perfectly as designed.
While it may have been her natural propensity to show off that allowed Amanda to wear such an enticing skimpy shirt in the first place, it was the wine she has been sipping on all night that gave her the courage to boldly invite him to her bed once again.
"I . . . I ahh . . . y-yeah s-sure Mom," he manages to sputter as his mind spins out of control at the possibilities that another night in her bed might hold. The stakes are higher now considering both of them are a bit tipsy from the wine. Add in the fact they had been flirting with each other all night so outrageously makes the idea of sleeping with his mother seem rather ominous. In a good way though. Maybe.
Once inside the bedroom, Amanda casually hints she is too tired to put on pajamas, and would he mind very much if she just took off her sweat pants and slept in just her little half tee shirt and panties.
"Unless seeing me like that would make you . . . ahh too uncomfortable son," she coyly hints to him as she starts to slowly peel off her off sweat pants. Her voice is syrupy and absolutely dripping with honey.
What can he say to such a suggestion? He carefully responds that he wouldn't mind much if she wanted to sleep in just her tee shirt and panties thus raising the stakes even higher for tonight's drama.
He disappears inside her bathroom to brush his teeth and try to tame his growing erection. When he comes out he finds the bedroom is softly lit with a dozen or so small candles.
Amanda knew, especially after returning home from the war, her son had an aversion to the dark so she thought it would best to fill the room with dim candle light. Besides she simply adores candle light herself as it makes her feel warm and romantic, especially when she was feeling a bit tipsy.
As she passes him, heading to the bathroom herself to brush her teeth, his eyes involuntarily turn downwards to check out her ass.
Nice, extremely nice, Jimmy muses to himself as the barely there thong panties she is wearing tantalizing show off both of her well-tanned ass cheeks.
He crosses over to the bed and strips off his jeans and tee shirt. He hurriedly crawls into the bed wanting to hide the large tent pole he is sporting inside his boxers. The tent pole, the result of the sneak peek he just stole at his mother's well defined ass, along with the long and loving looks he has been giving her tits all night long, is growing bigger and harder by the moment. He sighs deeply, wondering if he will be able to control himself if she makes it a point to snuggle that delicious body of hers up against his.
Closing his eyes he expects to fall asleep quickly, considering the fair amount of wine he has consumed this evening it's a real possibility. The safest scenario being if he passes out before she returns to the bed he will be off the hook completely.
He had just crossed over into the shadow land between consciousness and unconsciousness, neither fully awake nor sleeping either, when he feels the bed shift. He sighs a little, but does not open his eyes. He is acutely aware of her warm body pressed against his.
Then a tender whisper in his ear jerks him to full consciousness. "You can't fall asleep yet Jimmy as Mommy has not given her little boy a good night kiss. Do you remember how when you were little you refused to go to sleep until Mommy kissed you good night?"
"Mom, I am a bit old for that don't you think. I mean I am not a little kid anymore," he mumbles at her irritably. He would very much like a kiss, or two, from his mom, but his strong male pride resists allowing her to think of him as a little kid again.
"Nonsense, you should never be too old to let your Mom kiss you good night honey. Besides my kiss will be like a dose of magic that will ward off any bad dreams.
She pushes her body even closer to him making refusal of her invitation so much harder. "So what do you say, hmm can you indulge me and let me give you a little kiss for protection."
"Mom you're being silly," he tells her not so irritably this time as he is flattered at her persistence. His eyes flutter open in order to see her reaction to his latest rebuke.
He observes a stern expression on her pretty face that hints this suggestion of a kiss good night is serious business.
She begins to pout a bit as her stern expression turns into a deep frown. This gets the expected reaction from him. He reaches out with one hand and touches her arm whispering, "OK sure a good night kiss would be sweet . . . Mommy."
Somewhere deep in the inner depths of his heart and soul he understands that by calling her "Mommy" he is going all in on this very serious little game they are playing. He tells himself he is doing it for her sake as he strongly suspects she is feeling quite protective over him.
Maybe, he ruminates to himself, if I allow myself to be babied it will make her feel really good. So he swallows his pride and decides to do everything in his power to indulge her wishes to baby him if that is truly what she wants.
Amanda leans down and gives him several small, light kisses -- one on each cheek and then one on the forehead. She draws back. Their eyes lock. Both of their hearts swell with innocent love.
She detects the moment is right to push the envelope and give him a real kiss, directly on the lips, hoping against hope, he will not turn away. She closes her eyes and moves her lips close. A sense of unbearable sexual tension hangs in the air between mother and son as her lips hover mere inches from his.
Their lips came together for just the briefest of seconds, and then part, before crashing together again and again. They exchange at least a half dozen small butterfly kisses, so light and gentle, but yet so full of love, that it leaves both of their hearts beating wildly.
"There," she smiles at him tenderly, "you are fully protected from any evil spirits that might try and haunt your dreams baby."
"I hope so. G'night," he tells her before reluctantly turning his back. What he really wants to do is to snuggle up to her, but is fearful if he does just that she will feel the raging monster his rock hard cock has become. So instead he turns away -- reasoning discretion is the better part of valor.
Amanda lets him turn away suspecting as much. She thinks briefly of reaching down and grabbing his hardness, while whispering something pleasantly naughty to him, but instead does nothing. Despite everything, she is not yet ready to take that final wicked plunge.
Disappointed she lacks the courage to demand what she truly wants, she just sighs and also turns her back. Soon she is dozing fitfully.
She has a dream. A naughty one at that. It is a really hot dream that involves her breasts being thoroughly suckled on by someone unknown hidden under the covers.
In her dream, she remembers being too afraid to yank back the covers and look. Afraid to see who it might be that is giving her such pleasure by slurping so greedily on her tits. She strongly suspects who she might see, if she was to pull back the covers, but is fearful to confront those feelings.
As for Jimmy, he finally relaxes enough to fall asleep and is greeted with an incoherent mixture of both bad and naughty dreams. Dreams of his half naked mother, intermixed with dreams of the horrors he suffered at the hands of his captors in North Korea.
Guilt, terror and pleasure all spin in and out of his dreams, until he finally awakens with a terrified scream. Hot tears of fear and guilt roll down his cheeks. He has a painful erection to go along with his tears.
Amanda instantly comes awake upon hearing Jimmy's scream. Her heart is breaking, knowing that her baby boy is still experiencing his bad dreams, even while sleeping in bed next to her.
She speaks quietly to her shivering son, "You had better let me snuggle you against my chest like last night since apparently my kisses were not enough to keep those bad dreams at bay."
Not waiting for him to answer she reaches out and draws him into her warm embrace. His tears are stifled by her plentiful bosom as he burrows his face snug against that sexy pink tee shirt of hers. They rest like this for a few minutes as Jimmy slowly calms down.
His thoughts are gradually turning to what lies under the thin material of his mother's little half tee shirt. He is so close --yet lacks the courage to risk the final step and go for broke.
As he pines for what might be if only he had the courage a small voice inside of him says harshly, Don't be such a fucking pussy. Do something!!
He takes a leap of faith, shamed by this inner voice, "Maybe we could try again. Another kiss I mean Mommy," Jimmie declares to her; his voice almost pitiful with quiet desperation.
He is using his best "little boy" voice trying to sound so innocent, but the voice has another quality to it. A quality that his mother cannot help but to respond to with sympathy—worry, fear and anxiety-- all designed to tug at his mommy's heartstrings.
It works as their lips came together again as before--their first kiss is slow, unhurried, soft and delicate. Finally, they part lips. Amanda regards her son's tear stained eyes with a growing desire to provide him the comfort he so seriously needs that can only be found in her loving embrace.
"You surprised me asking for another kiss hon. I thought maybe you found your . . . Mommy . . . not so attractive anymore and the idea of getting a kiss from me would be kinda gross."
He notices straight away how she emphasized the word "Mommy". Now he is sure this simple solitary word is the key to the Promised Land.
"Oh God no . . . Mommy you are so . . ." he brushes a strand of her luxurious brunette hair with one hand, while figuratively turning the key with the other hand by using that powerful word. "So beautiful."
"Honey you mean that? Really, really, mean that?" she seductively bats her eyes at him thrilled that her son still finds her attractive.
"Yes, I think you're the prettiest Mommy in the whole wide world and I just love you so, so much," he tells her sincerely again in spoken in a voice that is as delicate as possible.
He knows she needs to hear such words in order to help mend her broken heart. Such words spoken so very sincerely, so very kindly and with so much love that she can't help but to respond to them; and all spoken in that sweetest most innocent little boy voice of his.
Crying tears of joy, she reaches out and hugs him tight as they fall back against the pillows. It worked!! It worked!! His smile is smothered against her body.
"Mommy loves you so much baby," she breathes to him as their lips find each other again. This time their kisses are deeper; each full of new meaning and ever increasing passion. In between, they whisper to each other in breathless, devoted exclamations of their love and fondness for one another.
They cuddle under the covers as they kiss. Her hands are stroking his bare chest, while his hands work their way around her exposed mid-section rubbing her delicate bare skin below that sexy half tee shirt.
They continue to kiss for the longest time with no words being spoken to break the rhythm. Instead, it was just one deeply passionate kiss after another doing all the talking.
At some point, their tongues find their way past clenched teeth and into each other's mouths adding an extreme element of forbidden delight between mother and son. Neither seem to mind the naughty nature of their kissing. Maybe due to the wine they had been sharing all night, or maybe it was simply because finally after so long they are eagerly exploring their hearts deepest cravings.
Finally, their lips part, but not their bodies. Amanda pulls her son deep into the comforting embrace of her pure mother-ness. Jimmy finds his face being gently guided towards the tremendous paired peaks of his mommy's mighty breasts.
"Mom no--" He was going to tell her it was not really necessary to do that, but she shushes him up with a finger to his mouth.
"Shh honey." Amanda, her mind is resolute on the issue, instead of letting him answer slowly pulls him deeper into her warm, cozy embrace. He finds his face, again, sliding down on that maddeningly short, tight pink tee shirt of hers. Just as before, he understands with utter clarity there is nothing between his cheek and her bare breasts, but the thin material of the tee shirt.
He rests there for a few minutes his heart beating wildly as his cock comes fully alive. He has been in this position before, but this time the sense they are on the verge of something much deeper and more meaningful than simply slipping off to sleep is inescapable.
"Are you getting sleepy yet honey?"
He turns his eyes up and looks at her solemnly in the dying light of the flickering candles. "I am afraid to go back to sleep. I know you probably think I am a little baby or something, but it's the truth."
"I have news for you," she stares at him deep in his eyes while lifting his chin up gently with one finger. "Mommy will always consider you to be her baby. And like all babies you need your mommy's love and comfort to help you go back to sleep. So just relax, close your eyes and listen."
Jimmy does as she requests wondering where this is all leading. Her voice is as quiet and soothing as a songbird's as he anxiously awaits what must come next.
"I know it stings your male pride, having me think of you as a baby." She takes a deep breath letting the incredible tension that is building between them reach its zenith. "Maybe that is not such a bad thing, me thinking of you as needing babying, pampering even. You know the bond between a baby boy and his mother is the most special, the most sacred bond in the whole wide world Jimmy. You must understand that sweetie?"
His voice is barely audible as he murmurs a positive reply to her.
"I really think this calls for desperate measures to take your mind off those God awful dreams that you have been suffering." She pauses while turning just enough to get her son into the perfect position. "And I think the best way to take your mind off those unpleasant dreams is for you to concentrate on something else with all your heart and soul baby."
Amanda intuitively understands exactly where she must focus his attention. The thought, the pure naughtiness of it, makes her heart gallop.
"Like what?" he mouths back. His eyes flutter open for a brief second, just enough to see his mother reaching down to the edge of her tee shirt. He closes them again-- hoping for the seemingly impossible to happen.
"Something nice, something that can provide you with so much love and comfort those bad dreams of yours will never come back." She looks at him warmly as she intones all this in a subtle whisper before adding with a sly look, "Yes, baby, something big and warm and soft. Now open those adorable little hazel eyes of yours and see what Mommy has in mind for her baby to enjoy."
His eyes flicker open. He watches with rapt attention as his mother slowly begins to pull her short little tee shirt up. She thrusts her chest out to him eagerly hoping he will accept her forthcoming invitation and not look away.
Every bit of his attention is focused on his mother's grandiose tits. He notes with fascination how they strain against the tight confines of their pink prison. His breath is coming in short rapid bursts as she slowly begins to peel her tee shirt back to reveal them. He is about to get a glimpse of heaven!!
Inch by slow maddeningly inch she pulls the tee shirt up. Finally, her imposing tits flop free in all their naked glory.
He sucks in his breath, his heart thumping away like a jackhammer as has never seen such majestic beauty as his mother's mammoth tits. After having so many naughty fantasies about his mother's breasts, the real thing proves to be hardly a disappointment at all. In fact, they are even bigger and more magnificent than he ever could have imagined!!
He notes curiously the pronounced tan line on her tits that marks the outline of her many sexy bikinis. He notices with even greater interest her semi-erect nipples that, much like a pair of luxurious crown jewels, jut out enticingly. He licks his lips as his cock grows painfully hard.
"God Mommy they are . . ." he pauses wanting to say something poetic about them but instead, drawing a blank, he settles on the obvious, "so big and beautiful."
"You really think they are sweetie," she answers. "I mean just because they are big don't mean they are nice."
As he stares longingly at her boobs that spark of fiery imagination that eluded him earlier now strikes. "Mom . . ." he begins slowly, "not only are your breasts big and beautiful, but they are beguiling and bewitching. So much so that I am quite powerless to stop staring at them such is there dazzling magnificent splendor." He pauses a moment hoping his words have the desire effect on her. "In fact," he continues formally, "I think they must have been sculptured in heaven by angels to the point where I am simply awed by their imposing grandeur Mommy."
Finished with this grand tribute to her mighty tits, Jimmy swallows nervously, hoping she is reassured by his little homage to their utter beauty.
Amanda blinks back the tears of happiness that fills her heart. "Oh baby that was so beautiful. Your words, your beautiful sweet words touch my soul. Never has anyone paid me such a heartfelt compliments."
Pure, simple desire begins to blossom in her heart along with a playful notion of what must come next. "Well since you seem to like Mommy's . . . big . . . beautiful . . . boobs so very much . . ."
Jimmy notices how she accents each of those three words: big, beautiful, and boobs and his heart races.
A mischievous grin begins to spread across her face as she continues. "Maybe Mommy should let you play with them a bit before we try to get you back to sleep." She tilts her head to one side, again pushing her tits out at him as her voice, so full of innocence and sweetness, is in direct contrast to what she is inviting him to do. She lightly strokes the side of his face with one finger. "Hmm would you like that sweetheart?"
"Mommy, I . . ." Coherent thought is impossible when confronted by the mighty twin peaks that are her bare breasts. He wants to say he would love to play with them, but cannot seem to find the words. Instead of speaking, he can only gaze at his mother's regal breasts with awed reverence bordering on complete and utter devotion.
Her feloniously hard nipples jut out like a pair of lovely crown jewels that sit atop a huge heaping twin piles of stately splendor that are her boobs. His eyes, staring in wide-eyes wonder, are completely captivated by the sight.
Amanda understands this and it only turns her on all the more. He is so completely the opposite of the men she had been used to dating. All of them seemed to think it was their God given right to be overly aggressive and paw at her body in the most intimate of places, without so much as the slightest hint of an invitation, just because they bought her drinks or took her to dinner and a movie. It was rather disgusting the sense of entitlement they felt they had.
She understands fully his innate shyness which is exactly what she wants. She reaches out and grasps his hands and leads them over to her chest.
Amanda is at a critical stage in their little drama. She knows she must careful now as they stand on the brink of something very special happening between them. "Honey," she begins her voice dripping with compassion, "Mommy understands how shy you are and it just makes me want you all the more. Go on you can play with my boobies. I bet you want to huh?"
She pushes his hands against their fullness, and Jimmy is forever lost. He deliberately runs his hands all over them, squeezing them, fondling them, and gently kneading them like two large loaves of bread. They are big and soft, spongy and squishy and so much, much fun to play with he discovers with childish glee!!
He takes a minute to bounce them up and down in his hands, testing their weight and firmness while she sighs quiet encouragement to him.
This is Jimmy's first sexual experience with a woman mainly due to a couple of factors. One is his extreme shyness around girls and the second is he wanted his first sexual experience with a woman to be real special and not just some cheap fling. He was just different from other guys in this matter. His mother wholly appreciated this fact and was thrilled when he made a quiet confession that she was his first.
The fact his first sexual experience is with his mother only makes the whole thing even more profoundly exciting. Seriously, who experience sex for the first time with their mothers, especially at his advanced age?
He watches with fascination as her nipples become fully erect as he continually flicks at them lightly with his fingertips before he carefully begins to graze them over and over with his thumbs making them snap to full attention.
She lets out a softhearted moan ahead of giving him a genuine smile, "Oh baby that feels sooo good," she whispers.
He continues to explore every inch of his mother's succulent boobs with his eager hands as she reclines her head back against the pillow, closing her eyes while thrusting her chest out to its maximum potential allowing him complete and total access.
Finally, after a long indeterminate amount of time, Amanda senses the time is right to go for the kill. She leisurely raises her head up, opens her eyes, and looks at him seriously.
"Do you want to suck on them baby?" her voice comes out in a throaty whisper, betraying the intense excitement she is feeling asking such a question to her young son. She knows he does, but craves to hear him say so in that little boy voice that is driving her crazy with desire. The reason is simple—Amanda has, maybe more than anything, an extreme weakness for anything sweet and innocent.
Jimmy guesses what his mother wants so he drops his voice and whines, just as innocently and shyly as possible, "Yes Mommy."
This little game they are playing of mommy and her darling little boy is turning him on more so than he could have ever imagined. His poor cock is a massive throbbing monster.
Amanda is feeling quite frisky herself after letting him play with her tits. Adventuresome even. She is really becoming quite fond of this little role playing game they are enjoying.
"Yes what sweetheart? Tell Mommy what it is." She pauses letting the tension build as she looks at him gravely before continuing, "Exactly that you want to do."
"Mommy can I . . . suck on them," he begs in a voice that speaks like a quiet summer rain.
She looks at him slyly, as she tilts her head to one side provocatively while seemingly having to think about it. But in reality, she is doing nothing more than letting the sexual tension build between them. Again.
"Hmm, Well, I guess maybe since you asked so nicely hon, but only for a little bit then we have to get you off to sleep, baby."
Amanda raises herself into a sitting position before tenderly cradling his head in her arms. She slowly arches her back, while using her hand to push lightly on the back of his head. His face sinks deep into the warm cleavage of his mommy's bare breasts. He opens his mouth as she turns his face to one of her large erect nipples.
He begins to suckle on one of those magnificent nipples. Delicate and slow, his tongue flickers out lathering her glorious nipple in wet saliva.
Amanda is in heaven, such is the warm tender feelings her "baby boy" is giving her by sucking so tenderly and so sweetly on her breasts. Indeed, it's a most pleasant change from the usual rough treatment she has received in the past. Just because her breasts are large, it's been her experience that men think they can be rough with them.
Even her idiot ex-husband was guilty of this more often than not. She really hated the rough treatment as her breasts, especially her nipples, were extremely sensitive. Nothing turned her off more than to have her big boob manhandled with extreme insensitivity.
"Ohhh baby, God that feels soooo good." She arches her back trying in desperation to get more of her hefty breasts into his eager young mouth. Her head drops back as a moan of forbidden ecstasy escapes her lips.
Amanda has never felt such a wonderful sensation. Such pure and simple love during sex, as opposed to wild, ungainly male lust, is an alien concept to her. She looks down, and sees her sweet Jimmy suckling to his heart's content on first one of her boobs, and then the other.
He is taking the time to pay equal attention to both. With carefully calculated deliberation, he works his tongue all over and around her deliciously fully erect nipples, one after the other. He then begins to shower the entirety of her tits with a gentle cascade of warm, tender kisses. He finishes up by literally showering his mommy's tits with dozens of long, slow licks of his enthusiastic tongue.
He lifts his head up and meets his mother's gaze. Something unspoken passes between them as she slips one hand around the back of his head, pushing his face down once more to her heavenly tits.
"I know you want more baby and so does Mommy. Now come on honey suck on them sweetheart," her whispered voice is rough with hungry passion. "Suck on your Mommy's boobies like there is no tomorrow."
Now that she has been properly warmed up, Amanda is ready to have the innocent love that has blossomed between them turn into pure lust. Forbidden lust that is-- the most powerful force known to man!!
With her gentle encouragement Jimmy begins to lose control. He starts to suck on her boobs like a ravenous dog, but yet somehow manages to maintain a sweet innocence that doesn't cross over the line for her.
Amanda curves her back, forcing her magnificent tits outward again and again, allowing Jimmy complete and total access. She soon finds herself flat on her back, with her young son literally attacking her tits with his hungry mouth. She rests her head back against the pillow, closing her eyes, as wave after wave of intense pleasure from his lips and tongue assaulting her sensitive nipples washes over her.
Forgetting about her earlier admonishment to him that he could, "only suck on them for a little bit", she whispers frantically to him, "Oh God, honey you . . . you can suck on Mommy's boobies all night if you want."
He had no intentions of stopping whatsoever. This is the single, most joyous experience of his young life. One that he wants to last forever.
Eventually, Amanda and Jimmy find themselves twisting and turning in all sorts of positions. She makes sure that not once during these many twist and turns does his mouth ever, ever, leave her boobs.
Their favorite position turns out to be when Amanda aggressively flips him over onto his back. She then stretched out over him letting her heavy tits flop down into his face. She playfully swayed back and forth--her tits dangling like two large, ripe melons right before his mouth. He raised his head, while opening his mouth wide, as he suckled on them to both to his heart's content.
Jimmy is slowly gaining confidence in his relentless attack upon his mother's boobs. Thus, much to her pleasant surprise, Amanda finds her son becoming a bit more aggressive himself, as he wraps his arms around her mid-section and proceeds to flip her over onto her back.
She landed with a soft grunt, smiling to herself, at her once shy son's new found aggression. She finds herself looking up at him as he stares down. His eyes were fixated on her heaving chest.
"God they are so big and beautiful" he manages to utter before he falls upon his mom's tits with a mad, insatiable lust. Kissing, licking, suckling on them without limitation-- without restraint—Jimmy is lost in that wicked world of insatiable lust.
On and on it goes with no sign of letting up. Whenever he raises his mouth from them, just for the briefest of moments to catch his breath, she will slip a hand around the back of his head forcing his him back down into all that divine tit flesh while imploring him not to stop.
"Please don't stop, baby. Pleeease. Come on suck on your mommy's boobies more please honey, pleeeasee," she literally begs for more and more.
And more and more is what she gets. He is in heaven sucking so eagerly on his mommy's boobs. And then yet another twist as they ended up on their sides facing one another. She pulled him in close, burying his face in between her massive boobs. He sucked on them with renewed abandon as his hands slip around to her backside and start to knead her ass.
All the while she urges him on and on. They lose track of time as nothing matters except that his hungry mouth should continue to make love to her breasts.
At some point, Amanda's hand slips down instinctively inside her son's boxers and wraps around his large, throbbing cock. "Oh God baby is that for Mommy?" she intones breathlessly as the sheer size of his cock takes her breath away. Her husband had been a bit on the small side, obviously not a trait passed on to Jimmy!!
"Yes Mommy . . . it's for you," he says panting with sheer uncontrollable lust. Then hoping she will be impressed adds, "I . . . I have been saving it for you all my life. You are the first to ever touch it."
"That is so sweet baby. Mommy is so proud of you saving it for me." In anticipation for what she is about to do she spits twice onto the palm of her hand and then works the wet saliva around with her tongue. Her hand slips back down inside his boxers to his smoking hot raging hardon.
She starts slowly, not wanting to make him come right away. Her hands glides up and down the nearly seven inches of his manhood making it his turn to moan.
Despite her best efforts to prolong things it did not take long. He is young and overheated already. A dozen or so strokes up and down, coupled with some encouragement whispered in his ear has him on the verge of exploding in his mother's hand.
"Come on baby . . . That's it . . . Your . . . such . . . a big boy now, cum for your Mommy . . . please baby."
He starts to say something in response when Amanda, suddenly inspired to make it a perfect ending, wraps her free hand around the back of his head and forces his face deep into the writhing cleavage of her tits. Any response he may have had is lost in all that glorious tit flesh of his mommy's.
The perfect ending comes just a few bare seconds later as his cock literally explodes in a geyser of cum. Amanda smiles to herself as she feels the warm, sticky cum drip onto her hand and wrist. "Hmm I think you can sleep peacefully now honey."
After she got him cleaned up they both settled back down under the covers. Almost by sheer instinctive. Jimmy finds his mouth slipping back down to her boobs once more. She begins stroking his hair as he suckled away sweetly and innocently, the previous untamed lust being replaced once more by gentle love.
Amanda laid her head back and closed her eyes, allowing her son to suck on her tits to his heart's content. It was like a fairy tale ending to the night. He actually fell asleep with one of her breasts stuffed in his mouth about the same time Amanda slipped off to sleep herself.
Jimmy slept quite soundly that night—like a deeply contented little boy-- next to his mommy while Amanda . . . not so much. The very naughty session of love and comfort she had just provided her son lit a fire inside of her that would soon grow out of control.
The next few days passed with neither mentioning that fateful night's sinful activities. Jimmy had determined that what happened would cause his mother to somehow think less of him. If he was not such a "baby" none of this would have happened.
Sadly, his inner doubts are getting the best of him as he believes that his mother is deeply scarred by what happened between them, but he could not have been more wrong. It is true that Amanda feels some sense of guilt for that night's lascivious activities, but it quickly passes once she notices how well Jimmy is now sleeping. If anything, she is disappointed that he has not sought the comforts of her bed since that night.
She thinks briefly of extending him another invitation to her bed just to see how far things might go, but decides to wait and see if his bad dreams reoccur and only then would she reconsider what to do. In the meantime, the fire inside of her continues to grow hotter and hotter.
But all good things must pass and so it was to be with Jimmy's peaceful nights of dreamless sleep. Once again, the night terrors rear their ugly head and begin to plague the poor boy.
He had somehow managed to stop masturbating at night while fantasying about his mother. Instead he tried to "play it straight", if you will, and just go to sleep normally. It was not working as the bad dreams started again about a week later. This does not go unnoticed by Amanda.
A frustrated Amanda decides it may be time to once more extend an invitation to her bed for some of her special "sleep therapy". She had noted the last few nights how Jimmy is either pacing in his room, not even trying to sleep, or sleeping the sleep of the damned. It is rather obvious he was being plagued by those God awful nightmares once again.
It was not a firm decision she came to, but only a maybe simply because she did not want to force anything. If she is to find her son in her bed once more, it would just have to naturally play out that way. Although, she concedes, maybe a little light flirting wouldn't hurt anything.
It's a lazy Tuesday afternoon when they pack up the car and head out to the park with a picnic basket. She decides to make sure she has his full attention so she wears a pair of tight cut off blue jean shorts and an equally tight, white tank top without a bra.
Jimmy spends the afternoon drooling over his mother's luscious body. The highlight comes when they decide to play catch with the Frisbee. His eyes track her as she chases down his purposefully errant throws.
He enjoys watching her jog gracefully in chasing down the Frisbee. More specifically, he loves the way her big tits bounce up and down within the tight confines of her white tank top as she pursues the flying disk.
Later, at home, they decide to grill some burgers out on the patio. Much to his disappointment though, when she went upstairs to change, she comes back down not wearing anything the least amount sexy, but instead just a plain old pair of jeans and an ill-fitting blouse.
Unknown to him, this is all part of a plan that is slowly forming inside Amanda's heart. She wants him to focus not on her physical beauty, but instead on what a good, loving, and sweet mother she is to him. For the time being, she will remove her over the top sexual allure from the equation and let it simmer just below the surface.
As the night wears on, and they consume a bit of wine along with the burgers, she playfully begins to flirt with him. A sly, subtle glance, a brief stroke of the hand on his arm, a light caress of her fingertips gently scrapping along his cheek, is all it takes to get Jimmy focusing once again on what might be.
Her non-sexy outfit works like a charm as Jimmy falls in love that night with his mother's sexy, warm personality which is fully on display, especially since, for once, it didn't have to compete with her voluptuous body. But just bubbling under the surface, thanks to the light and playful flirting that is going on between mother and son, his thoughts are never far from those twin treasures that lie under her blouse.
When it comes time to retire for the evening, Jimmy finds himself being led into his mother's bedroom. Not a word had to be spoken for this to happen. She wanted him to follow her and so he did.
Once inside, he strips down to his boxers and crawls into her bed while she disappears inside her bathroom. He nervously waits for her with his restless cock on full alert status.
When Amanda comes swaggering out of the bathroom they have come full circle in a manner of speaking. She has cleverly put on that same sexy lime green lace bra and matching panties that had so fired his imagination that first night they slept innocently together in her bed.
She strides across the room like a cat—cool, calculating, and just a bit cocky. She can feel his eyes on her body. Just like the other night she lights a dozen or so candles placing them strategically throughout the room. His eyes never leave the luscious curves of her body as she moves about lighting candle after candle.
Amanda senses her son's eyes upon her and takes her time lighting the candles, enjoying having his complete and undivided attention.
The candles all lit, the bedroom awash in dancing flickering shadows, she crawls into bed with her son. They nestle warmly together. Hot flames of desire quickly consume both of their hearts. Without even giving it any conscious thought Jimmy feels his face sliding naturally downwards into his mother's imposing cleavage.She traps him between her tits by lacing her fingers tightly through his hair forcing his face deep into the lime green valley between her grand breasts. By this point, there is no stopping the pure sexual tension between the two of them that had been building like a wicked summer storm all day. Simply put, the divine opulence of his mother's prodigious breasts are much too irresistible for Jimmy's eager young mouth.
Despite his terrible hunger it begins slowly between them. He applies light butterfly kisses to the exposed skin in the deep valley between her tits. She responds by uttering quiet words of encouragement to the boy. To further inflame the fiery passion building between mother and son she carefully gathers his hands into her and guides them up to the land of milk and honey that are her fabulously large tits.
Jimmy tenderly kneads her breasts through the lacy material of her lime green bra as she lets out a gentle sigh knowing how this game ends. It does not take long before his boyish eagerness gets the better of him. His gentle butterfly kisses become more reckless and full of passion with each passing brush of his impatient lips over her silky smooth skin as the gentle caresses of his hands upon his mother's majestic tits soon turn to a desperate urgent pawing that borders on the frantic.
Time loses all meaning for both of them when Jimmy gets joyfully lost in the wondrous bounty that is his mom's breasts, but soon enough Amanda realizes she must act before it's too late. Jimmy, like a lost little puppy in heat that does know any better is humping away down there pushing his mighty erection against her thighs as he plays with her tits.
Amanda is forced to take control of the situation before an "accident" occurs. Following her instructions, Jimmy disappointingly tears his hands and mouth from her chest and crawls out of the bed. She slowly slinks over onto her back before carefully peeling the sheet off her body as Jimmy watches with rapt attention wondering just what she has in mind.
She stretches out on her back and looks over at him. "Take off your boxers Jimmy," she says in an amazingly calm voice that is both patient and motherly. She might as well been asking him to put his dishes in the sink.
The whole scene seems eerily surreal to Jimmy as he shyly pulls down his boxers. He notices how his mother is pointedly staring at his crotch as his hard cock springs fourth from the confines of his boxers.
She eyes his penis with a lustful, racing heart. "Wow honey it's so big and hard. Hmm . . . yeah, really hard," she whispers in a tone that contains no small amount of reverence for what she is so lustfully beholds. Feeling how big he was the other night was one thing, but now, seeing that stiff jutting prick in all its naked glory has Amanda panting like a school girl.
"Would you like to show Mommy just how big and hard you really are honey?" She purrs.
Jimmy's mind is reeling. He doesn't know what to do . . . not really, not for sure. His insecurities are getting the better of him. He stands there staring dumbly at her. He says nothing his eyes fixed on the soft rise and fall of his mother's chest.
She sees, once again, where his gaze is fixated. She decides firmly what might be the most perfect way to make him lose control. As much as she wants him to make love to her-- sweet, passionate, uninhabited love-- she decides the night is young and full of wild adventures yet to come. There will be time enough for making love, and fucking even, later on, but the first time will be all for him.
He finally makes a shy tentative move towards the bed while being painfully aware of his nakedness.
"That's it honey," she states peacefully as if she was reading his mind. "You have nothing to be ashamed of. Mommy has seen her little boy naked hundreds of times before you know."
He tentatively places one knee up on the bed. And then the other as she watches him.
Her voice is soft, sweet and suggestive. "Of course," she says eyeing his large rock hard cock. "You are not so little anymore. Hmm . . . No, not by a long shot."
She calmly instructs him to reach over to the nightstand and hand her the small jar of coconut oil that is sitting there.
As he passes the oil to her he curiously asks, "What do you use this for Mommy." He uses that magical, mystical word -- Mommy -- for the first time this night hoping it unlocks the same wonderful doors it did the other night.
"Oh I use it on my hair normally, but I just think . . ." She gapes at her son's penis and a simple mad desire to touch it, to play with it, once more overtakes her heart.
"Maybe," she twists off the cap and dips her hand into the oil, "You may enjoy a bit of coconut oil on your . . ." She pauses smiling at him mischievously as she works the slippery oil into her hands.
"On my what, Mommy?" he asks innocently, but all the while suspects exactly where she wants to apply the oil. His cock twitches to new heights of hardness with this thought.
"Here raise up, let me show you." She helps him up onto his knees as she faces him.
She reaches down and finds his erect penis and begins to run her hands all over it. "Hmm does that feel good sweetie."
"Oh God yes Mommy." He says as his hands boldly fly up to her chest and start kneading her tits through the lacy material of her bra.
She moves her lips towards him whispering, "Mommy is so proud of her bold little baby letting me play with his cock while he bravely plays with her boobies."
Any response he might have had is lost when their lips come crashing together. Their tongues slither in and out of each other's mouths, while her hands are working a bit of magic down below making his cock quiver with renewed hardness as she strokes it faster and then slower.
Meanwhile, his inexperienced hands have slipped around to the back of her bra and are engaged in a desperate struggle to undo the three clasps that hold her bra shut tight.
She stops stroking him-- sensing his rising frustration-- as his poor hands are obviously engaged in a losing battle in trying to unhook her bra. She reaches back and is about to undo her bra for him when a sudden thought makes her change her mind.
Instead of quickly undoing her bra for him, she instead pushes his hands away and reclines onto her back. She looks up at him with a wry expression on her divine face. A single strand of her gorgeous golden brown hair has fallen into her face.
"Forget about undoing your Mommy's bra and crawl on top of me honey," she tells him with a voice dipped in honey.
His heart racing a mile a minute he does as she suggests and straddles her.
With a knowing smile that her son will absolutely adore what she is about to suggest she uses her hands to carefully push her grandiose tits together.
"Now sweetie, Mommy wants you to slide that big . . . hard . . . cock of yours up and in between her boobies OK baby. Can you do that for me huh?"
Amanda watches her son. Like a little boy learning to tie his shoe laces for the first time, he is doing every step of the process carefully and with intense concentration.
Deliberately, Jimmy maneuvers himself into the perfect position in order to do exactly as she told him to do.
Amanda prays she has made the right decision to leave her bra on for this opening act of the night's sexual activities. Her reasoning is twofold. First, she thinks it's only fitting that she leave it on since it was this same lime green bra she was wearing the night they first sleep together so innocently. She imagines in her mind that her son has been dreaming of her in this same lime green bra ever since.
And second, and just as importantly, she imagines Jimmy may have a bit of a bra fetish. She envisions this to be true as, after all, she is his mother and who knows him so well as her. Besides, as a young boy he would always staring wide eyed with wonder at her whenever, which was often, she stripped down to her bra and panties in front of him.
Now that he was mature she can't conceive his fetish for seeing her in a bra has done anything but become more powerful. Regardless, the moment of truth is here: she will find out just how excited he is to shove that big hard cock of his up and in between her tits.
Per his mother's whispered instructions, he scoots forward until his hardness rests directly in between her imposing breasts. Jimmy looks down, imagining his cock has died and went to heaven as it's nestled in between the silky softness of her breasts.
What happens next comes natural for him. Without any further instructions Jimmy slowly begins to pump his hips forward as his mother uses her hands to push on both sides of her breasts, trapping his cock inside a beautiful tunnel of silky soft bra clad tit flesh. The feeling of his cock against the lacy material of her lime green bra is simply awesome.
Jimmy starts to thrust his cock harder with his mother's encouragement. "Go on, baby, make love to your Mommy's tits. Show her how much you truly love them."
Her whispered loving words of encouragement only fuels his wicked yearning. He pumps harder feeling the orgasm already growing inside of him. It's like a runway freight train picking up speed. His big oiled cock slides easily up and down inside the deep canyon of her breasts.
Up and down. Up and down. Up and down. Faster, then slower. Over and over again. In less than a minute, he is fucking his mommy's tits like a mad man as her words of depraved encouragement turn him into a titty fucking monster.
"Go on baby. That's it. Fuck your mommy's big tits. Harder honey, please, baby, harder for Mommy."
He is starts to grunt and groan now with every eager lunge of his cock up and in between those delicious twin mountaintops. Things turns serious when she begins to beg him.
"Mommy wants you to cum all over her pretty bra baby boy. Please, pumpkin fuck em harder." Amanda pushes her boobs up and squeezes her hands together tighter trapping his large aching cock ever deeper in the snug depths of her tits.
Her pleas grow even more drastic and depraved. "Baby harder. Fuck your Mommy's tits harder. Please, sweetheart."
Trying to impress his mother with his manhood Jimmy gives it his all. He pulls back resting briefly, collecting his energy, steeling his nerves, and then plunges forth with reckless abandon into the task at hand.
He starts fucking her tits so hard the whole bed begins to shake making Amanda moan with supreme satisfaction that he is losing control.
"Oh God, Jimmy you are doing so good fucking my big boobs. Honey . . . Yeah that's it . . . Cum all over my tits baby boy. C'mon for Mommy."
Jimmy bites his lip hard, trying desperately to slow the insatiable lust building inside of him. It's fruitless. Despite all his best efforts, he probably stands a better chance of stopping his heart from beating than he does of preventing the unstoppable feeling that is building inside his loins.
To stop such a powerful force of nature as an overheated young man's impending climax is forlorn: any attempts to do so are simply futile at best and silly at worse. Between his mother's begging and pleading for him to fuck her tits harder and then cum all over them, and the intense pleasurable feeling of having his aching hard cock cocooned by his mother's big, squishy breasts leaves him unable to delay what must come next.
The inevitable happens. Control is something he is yet to learn so all it takes is for yet another hard stab or two before the head of his cock explodes in a veritable fountain of cum. The muscles in his arms give way as he collapses onto his mother. She holds him tight in her arms as he is shaking, even crying maybe, as the intensity of his orgasm overwhelms him.
She holds him for a long moment in her arms stroking his hair as he trembles against her. Finally, he rolls off of her onto his back.
Amanda looks down and sees the mess he has made on her chest and bra and a sudden playful mood overtakes her. "Hmm bad little boy you made a mess on Mommy's bra," she teases her son. "I better go get a wash cloth and clean your damn mess up."
She jumps up off the bed and stalks across the room, ignoring his pathetic cries of "Mommy did I really do something wrong."
She disappears inside the bathroom after slamming the door hard enough to get his attention. He is left panting on the bed with spent desire wondering maybe if she really is mad. She hardly ever swears, or slams doors, so maybe that is a clue he was not supposed to cum. Not so soon anyway. Or maybe not on her bra. Maybe he ruined it? He is dazed and confused from the night's events where almost anything could seem possible.
Inside the bathroom, Amanda looks at her son's cum, half of which is on her bare skin above her bra, while the other half has made a nice little stain on the bra itself. She smiles to herself. Things are going perfectly.
Act I of tonight's play is complete. She will take some time in the bathroom allowing her son to recoup his energy for Act II while wondering if she really is upset.
Of course, she is really not mad, but he doesn't need to know this. I will have him eating out of my hand and simply begging to do anything to get back in my good graces when I come out of the bathroom still looking upset, she thinks.
Plans of utter depravity swirl in her mind. With a cunning smirk, she reaches around to undo her bra pondering just what she will wear next. She has a new purple corset that really shows off her tits making them look huge. She thinks Jimmy will like that combined with a pair of black stockings and a pair of 5 inch spike heels.
Humming a playful tune she pulls open the bottom drawer of the bathroom cabinet where she had secretly stored her heels and corset away earlier this afternoon . . . just in case.
She wonders what his reaction might be when he fully realizes what is in store for him during Act II of tonight's adventure. Her heart races at a thunderous pace when she thinks of it -- of what must cum next for them.