Poor Amanda. All dressed up and no place to go. She emerges from the bathroom ready for Act II of their night of sexual high jinx dressed in a purple corset that shows off her tremendous tits to the Nth degree.
She also stuck with her decision to wear the black stockings along with a pair of slutty 5 inch spike heels. Before she emerges from the bathroom she checks herself in the mirror and pronounces you are one hot Mommy Ms. Amanda.
But alas much to her chagrin she would be coming on stage without an audience to entertain in her slutty little outfit. Left alone after she disappears into the bathroom Jimmy becomes worried that he really did do something wrong. These worries, along with a fair amount of guilt from the sexual experiences he just enjoyed with his mom, causes him to flee her room.
Amanda finds the bedroom empty except for a small piece of white stationery that he left on the bed. She crosses the room, picks up the piece of paper and reads it.
Mom:
Sorry for my mess. I guess I got carried away. Anyways I think I can sleep now so I went back to my room. See you in the morning.
Love,
Jimmy
The note is simple and to the point and so is her reaction. Amanda crumbles up the piece of stationery and lets it fly across the room. She is angry at herself for that teasing little comment that had apparently caused him to bolt from her bedroom.
But maybe more than angry, she is deeply disappointed that she is not going to get her son's big, young 18 year old cock of his into her pussy tonight. Bottom line - there would be no Act II. Not tonight anyway.
Things get no better the next morning. Jimmy is quiet during breakfast while Amanda, now sober and nursing a vicious hangover, feels a fair amount of guilt for seducing her son the previous night. But the guilt is nothing compared to the distress she feels at him for abandoning her.
Her response is actually a bit immature. Instead of taking her son by the hand and talking things out, she responds by being equally quiet with him and maybe just a little bit cold. This sadly only drives Jimmy further to the conclusion that he did something wrong last night.
Now, unfortunately, there is a current of tension between mother and son because of their wicked night of sexual adventures. Even more regrettable, the tension does not ease with time, but, instead, only grows more acute.
Amanda responds to the strain in their relationship by becoming extremely conservative around him in both manners and dress. No more flirting, no more prancing around the house showing off her hot body in sexy string bikinis, no more cuddling sessions in front of the television, but most disappointingly of all is how Jimmy seemed not to notice. Or perhaps even worse- not to care.
He appears, in her mind's eye, cold and distant. Yes, they are still polite to each other sure enough, but beyond that . . . nothing. As for Jimmy's little sleeping problem? It is all but cured.
He sleeps like a baby provided he does one thing before falling to sleep. He tries to fight what he needs to do to relax and get a peaceful night's sleep, but the night terrors from the war return in full force if does not succumb to the guilty pleasure that bedevils him.
It takes him less than a week to realize the solution which in the end turns out to be rather simple. He remembers fondly, very fondly, the love and comfort she provided him that night thus causing him to get a tremendous erection. From there the rest is simple. He whacks off dreaming about "Mommy". Then, and only then, is he able to slip off to sleep peacefully.
If only he had known of just what was happening down the hallway in his mother's bedroom things, both naughty and beautiful in nature, might have happened sooner. But what Jimmy did not know, what he had no way of knowing, what he would have never suspected in a million years, was happening down the hallway every night in his mom's bedroom.
Amanda was also masturbating herself to sleep every night using a large flesh colored 8 inch dildo to simulate her son's equally large cock. Her dreams of being with Jimmy bounced between soft and sugary, shameless and sensual, then back. She still secretly harbored the idea that she would be the one to take his virginity. It was an idea that had taken hold of her heart and would simply not let go.
Although both would have been loath to admit it out loud, especially Jimmy, beneath the icy coldness that had developed between mother and son ran a red hot current of sexual tension that was fueled every night by their mutual, but separate and lonely, masturbating sessions about each other.
The budding sexual tension between them would only need a spark to explode into a red hot fury of reckless and immoral sexual passion or, if things turned bad, a level of sexual frustration for the two of them that would lead to self-loathing and guilt driven hatred.
Finally, that spark was provided in the form of a pretty young girl named Vicky. She was 16 years old and lived across the street. Jimmy had been dating her for a few weeks now much to Amanda's extreme displeasure.
But it was more than simple displeasure that drove Amanda to her decision to melt the icy tension between mother and son. It was pure and simple jealousy. She loved Jimmy deeply, fervently even, and until now, never knew how very possessive over him she might be. Vicky brought that possessiveness and jealousy up to a fever pitch.
The only good thing about Jimmy dating Vicky, as opposed to some other pretty young girl, is Amanda was sure she had a bit of time if she still wanted to fulfill her dream of being the one to take her son's virginity.
Vicky's parents were strict. Vicky was raised to be a "good girl" and indeed that is what she was. Jimmy, of course, is still naive about sex himself so she had no worries he was going to push her into going all the way anytime soon.
But just to be safe, Amanda went out of her way to explain to Jimmy since he was nineteen now and she was only 16 that if he did go to bed with her he could be charged with statutory rape even if Vicky was willing. Amanda presumed if Vicky's parents found out that Jimmy had sexual relations with their daughter that would be the case.
What happened next Amanda told herself she only did to protect Jimmy from making a move too quickly on the beautiful young Vicky and finding himself either with a broken heart by being rejected, or in a whole heap of legal trouble if her parents found out.
Amanda, soon after Jimmy and Vicky started dating, embarks on a campaign to seduce her son. It was a simple campaign of sorts. She, just as in year's past, proceeds to show off her tremendous body once more to him in a wide variety of daring and sexy outfits. She jumps at every chance to be so very, very nice to him while flirting outrageously.
The showing off, the flirting causes Jimmy's late night masturbating sessions to become extremely intense. He finally is forced to admit that his fondest wish is to turn fantasy into reality. But this is partially offset for the very strong feelings he has towards Vicky.
Time passes. Jimmy continues to go on dates with Vicky as Amanda's jealousy grows. Jimmy's lustful sexual cravings for his mom swells, especially as Vicky is not hinting she has any desire to give up the almighty pussy. Things are about to explode.
It's Vicky's 17th birthday. Her parents have graciously allowed her to celebrate by going to an all ages dance club with Jimmy as her date and Amanda as their escort for the evening.
Amanda assures Vicky's mom, who she has a nodding acquaintance with that she will watch over the "kids" and make sure they do not get into any trouble. To further reassure her, Amanda informs Vicky's mom that her good friend Misty is the club manager and that the club is above board and not some sleazy joint that caters to the delinquency of minors. All they would be doing at the club is dancing while drinking nothing stronger than club soda.
The plan is to meet at the club around 8pm. Vicky is getting dropped off by her parents after they have a dinner of their own to celebrate her birthday.
Amanda went out of her way to assure Vicky's mom that she would watch over the kids and not let them get into any sort of trouble; however, trouble was exactly what Amanda was hoping for. Vicky, she suspected, was not as innocent as she appeared.
She further imagined that when her son's girlfriend shows up at the club she will be wearing something rather enticing to show off her young, rapidly developing body. It would not surprise Amanda one bit if upon being let out of her cage for the evening, young Ms. Vicky becomes quite the flirt with practically all the boys at the club, except, hopefully, Jimmy.
This would play out perfectly into Amanda's hands as the quite sensitive Jimmy would be deeply hurt by seeing his girlfriend flirting with other guys. Fortunately for him he would have his beautiful mom at hand to ease his jealous heart. At least this was what Amanda envisioned for the coming evening.
With this prospect firmly in mind, Amanda goes all out in getting ready for the big night. She spends an hour doing the lovely tresses of her dark brown hair up just perfectly, while also taking the time to apply her make up with equally meticulous care.
Her choice of an outfit border on making her look like a high priced call girl. One that was hanging out trolling for clients in a high class bar. Amanda dresses in her sluttiest little mini skirt.
It is both short and tight in the extreme. To complement her outfit, she added an extra snug white blouse that she casually left the top three buttons undone making it abundantly clear she was not wearing a bra underneath.
She looks in the mirror for one final appraisal. She smiles. The cleavage she is exposing under her new blouse is nothing short of devastating. Surely poor Jimmy will find it hard, very hard, to keep his eyes off his mother's tits, she muses to herself as she heads out of the bathroom.
Jimmy feels he is the luckiest guy at the club as he is in the company of two extremely attractive ladies both dressed to kill. Vicky had pulled the age old trick of swapping outfits in the bathroom. The conservative jeans and sweater she wore to dinner with her parents had been replaced at the club by a tight mini skirt and a cute little crop top.
Jimmy, for his part, is dressed somewhat casual wearing a nice powder blue dress shirt along with a pair of new Levi's. Both his mother and Vicky comment on how handsome he looks, but on a somewhat ominous note maybe, Jimmy felt the compliment from his mother was the only sincere one of the two.
It was Amanda's idea to have the three of them dance together just after getting settled into a booth at the club. Jimmy, escorted by his mom and girlfriend, dances to the fast paced music as best he can. He is not much of a dancer, a fact that his mom does not seem to mind, but unfortunately the same cannot be said for his girlfriend.
Vicky, shortly after the song starts, makes a couple teasing comments about Jimmy's lack of rhythm and soon disappears into the myriad of gyrating bodies on the dance floor.
Amanda seizes the moment and is determined not to lose a second in reassuring her son. She is not going anywhere! Boldly, she reaches out and snatches both of his hands in hers as they dance. Jimmy smiles at his mom, warmed by this clinging gesture.
His heart is warmed even more when she leans in close to him and whispers, "Don't worry hon, I'm not going anywhere . . . unlike that stupid little girlfriend of yours."
As the fast dance progresses Jimmy finds it extremely difficult to keep his eyes off his mom's big bouncing boobs trapped inside the tight confines of her exceptionally tight fitting blouse as she happily bounded around the dance floor still holding onto his hands tight.
The throbbing, pulsating music, the flickering multi- colored lights, all add to the memorizing effect of watching his gorgeous mom shake and sensuously writhe her body to the lively pounding music.
When the music decelerates from fast to slow Amanda immediately takes control of the situation not letting her son escape. She gathers him into her arms as the lights dim and the music turns soft and romantic.
They dance, embracing each other tight in silence, as Amanda rests her arms on his shoulders. In her six inch high heels she towers over Jimmy much to his delight as it gives him a lovely view of those delectable big tits of hers.
She plays with his hair as they dance, twisting it this way and that way sending tiny chills up and down his spine. Her arms coil around him tight drawing him into a tight embrace before she lowers her mouth to his ear, "I missed this so much. Being close to you like this."
"Yeah me too," he responds happily. But alas, it's a fleeting happiness marred by the fact he is distracted by the disappearance of his girlfriend.
Amanda spots her first and immediately senses victory is within her grasp. She makes a quick decision to show her son just what his girlfriend really thinks of him even though doing so will hurt his feelings.
After all I will be here to sooth any hurt feelings she muses with an inner smile thrilled that things thus far are going perfect.
"You are a handsome young man in your own right so don't worry about that." She nods her chin across the dance floor and over to the right. Vicky is wrapped in the arms of a tall muscular looking guy with movie star good looks. They are leaning against the wall in a semi dark corner and seem rather chummy.
"Right Mom I have nothing to worry about compared to him. He is a hunk and I might as well be a little kid in comparison."
Amanda nestles her mouth in close to his ear, her heart beating rapidly as this was her grand opening. "There are advantages to being a little kid you know."
"Really . . . such as?"
"For one thing, little kids get cuddled and kissed by their mommies. That is not so bad huh?" she purrs to him quietly before moving her lips down to his.
On the dark dance floor their lips find each other. They kiss- slow and easy- both remembering that fateful night when she provided him with so much love and comfort. Over and over again they exchange loving kisses during the balance of the song.
Short, sweet, shy kisses, as they both seem to be testing the waters. They dare not let their kisses linger for fear of what might happen right there on the dance floor.
The pleasing little kisses, along with the sensation of his Mom's big, soft pillowy breasts pushing against his chest causes Jimmy to become stiff down there. He tries to back away hoping his mother does not notice, but she reels him back closer still crushing him against her.
Finally the song comes to an end and he tells her he has to go to the bathroom. Really it was just an excuse for him to relax . . . down there. Amanda understands as much and is secretly delighted.
As he crosses the club on his return trip from the bathroom, Jimmy still harbors hope that Vicky will be back at the booth waiting for him with his mom. This hope is promptly dashed on the hard rocks of reality though as he spies her across the dance floor sitting with Mr. Hunk and a couple of his friends at another booth. She seems to be the center of attention.
He takes a couple steps towards the booth as jealous anger fills his young heart. He is not sure of what he will do or say, but he feels he must make a statement of some sort.
Fortunately, before he can reach the booth his mother swoops in out of the semi- darkness and saves him. She grips his arm firmly and, despite his protests, steers him away from Vicky.
"Trust me hon, that would not have ended well," she hisses in his ear. Secretly, he is relieved as deep down inside he understands his mom is most likely spot on correct in her assessment of the situation.
The two of them slide back into the booth together with Jimmy pouting a bit. Amanda quickly seizes on his hurt feelings and whispers quiet terms of endearment in his ear until that hurt little pouty look on his face disappears replaced by a smile.
"Forget about her hon, you have me," she says tussling his hair playfully before she adds with a wink, "All of me if you want."
Jimmy sigh deeply and allows her to snuggle next to him. His heart is filled with joy from his mom's gentle musings of love, but maybe more importantly from those big, bra-less tits so proudly on display under her tight blouse. His eyes kept flickering to them helplessly.
The next time a slow song plays, Amanda quickly drags a reluctant Jimmy to the dance floor. His reluctance fades away fast though when he finds her snug in his arms.
As they sway to the music he detects with a note of disappointment something that surprises him-his mom has discreetly buttoned up her blouse almost to the top. Sadly, it appears her mood to show off has passed.
His curiosity piqued he decides to ask why she is suddenly being so shy. "Mom I . . . ahh, noticed you are not like . . . showing off so much anymore." He flicks his fingers across the extra three buttons that are now securely fastened so she would understand exactly what he is talking about.
"Are you disappointed?" she answers relieved that he both notices and has the courage to ask about it her newly buttoned up blouse. It is all part of her grand scheme of seduction.
Jimmie knows his mother wants him to say yes, but his mood is playful and curious, mainly due to the determination he feels not to let that little vamp Vicky ruin his night. He decides to tease her a bit curious as to what her response might be.
"No not at all. Just curious that is all as to why all of a sudden you seem so shy."
She gives him a pensive look before responding, "Well you are telling half the truth anyway. I believe you are curious that much is true, but I can't believe you aren't at least a little disappointed to see your mom's blouse buttoned all the way to the top."
"OK, yes, maybe I am. So what!" He again flicks at the buttons as they circle the dance floor holding each other close on the crowded dance floor. "So tell me why did you button them up?"
She draws him in even closer, saying nothing, instead letting him wonder if she will answer. Finally, she decides to tell him a little something that might bring them closer to the truth, if only he takes the bait.
"Well I presumed you really were not paying much attention anyway. You were too busy trying to keep an eye on your pretty little girl friend. I mean I just figured . . ."
She looks away while letting her voice trial off away feigning sadness.
He takes the bait and demands quietly for her to finish her thoughts.
Now it is Amanda's turn to sigh deeply before finishing her thought praying that it has the desired effect on him. "You were so focused with your attentions on that cute little ass of Vicky's in her tight little mini skirt that your Mom showing off her big tits did not interest you so much anymore and besides . . . I probably look foolish."
Just hearing his mom say those two simple words - big tits - sends chills racing up and down his spine.
Amanda's sad smile fades to a deep frown as she continues to make her confession. "I mean I am not so young anymore and my breasts are getting old and flabby, just like the rest of me. So why bother to show them off?"
Jimmy would have thought she was teasing if not for the seriously sad expression on her face. In fact, she looked to be nearly in tears as the slow song ends. A second slow dance number starts up enabling them to continue their conversation without interruption.
Fresh determination fills his heart. He understands he needs to make her believe that she still, even at the age of forty, has an absolutely great set of tits. They have always been her pride of joy and for her to think otherwise will only make her feel old and depressed.
"You should show them off because, honestly Mom, they are still nice." He wishes he could say something more, maybe something a bit more clever, but among the crowd on the dance floor his clever thoughts do not come easily.
"What is nice hon?" She knew perfectly well what he is talking about, but wanted to hear him say it out loud.
Jimmy presumes as much and plays along wanting to soothe her fragile ego. "Your tits. They are nice Mother. Really nice." His comment sends her ego soaring as she notices how he very much put extra emphasis on the word really.
Then he remembers that night of delectable pleasure between them and how she melted over his sweet little innocent boy act and so he quickly adds for her benefit, "At least your little boy really thinks so."
"Well if you think they are so nice, maybe Mommy's little boy should grow up and be a man, and . . ." she announces sternly as she pulls back from him.
"And what mother?" he replies a bit taken back at her abrupt change of mood. Apparently the little boy act won't work tonight on her he thinks to himself.
Amanda took his hands into hers and looks at him earnestly so he will have no doubt she is not playing. "And do something about it."
She presses his fingers against the buttons of her blouse. "You wanna show your mom how nice you still think her tits are then be a man and undo her buttons."
She kisses his fingers and then looks at him with fevered anticipation. Although the dance floor is crowded with swaying couples they might have well been the only two people on the whole floor so totally focused they are on each other.
Jimmie senses his mother is trying to seduce him right here on the dance floor!! And in front of his girlfriend no less as he spots Vicky sitting in a nearby booth staring at him. It seems as they circled the floor somehow fate has brought them around to the edge of the floor close to the booth where Vicky is sitting all alone.
Maybe her hunky new boyfriend has already ditched her. Maybe I still have a shot, Jimmy thinks to himself as their eyes briefly lock before Vicky gives him a bemused smile and then looks away.
It was almost like she found the whole thing amusing, Jimmy thinks with a gloomy heart. He turns his attention back to his mother. She stares down at him looking achingly beautiful. She expectantly bats her silky eyelashes over her large doe eyes. She is waiting to see what he will do next.
His eyes slip down to her curvaceous figure. There is nothing at all supple about her voluptuous body. His eyes become hopelessly stuck on her massive chest. Lost in the beauty of those majestic hills his heartache begins to fade to nothing.
Even with her blouse buttoned up completely it's still an exceedingly enticing sight- those regal breasts straining against the tight confines of her white blouse—that completely captivates him. He feels his heartache begin to fade to nothing.
If they had been alone he most certainly would not have possessed the willpower to resist such an invitation. But they were in public for one, and for another, he still harbored illusions that his heart belonged to Vicky.
He reluctantly tears his eyes off his mother's chest and chanced another look over at Vicky's booth just as they are circling the dance floor close by once more. She is still there, still alone, still smug as hell based on the smirking, bitchy look she gives him.
Amanda senses her son's conflict. "Honey you think about it while we dance. If you . . ." She uses one hand to gently turn his face away from the smirking Vicky and back toward her. "Turn me down now for her I will be deeply hurt, but I will understand. At the very least don't leave me before this song is over. Ok?"
"Sure Mom." Jimmy answers distracted by Vicky's nearby presence. Amanda, noticing how her son's attentions are being diverted from her to that young little bitch over in the nearby booth, feels her jealousy kick into high gear.
She moves closer to him, wrapping her arms snug around his waist while suggestively pressing her mammoth tits against his chest. These were her secret weapons and she would use them to her full advantage on her son if push comes to shove which apparently it had.
Vicky was teasing him for no apparent reason other than she can. It would be up to the mother bear to make sure her teasing did negligible harm to his sensitive heart and to achieve this she was prepared to do anything.
They sway to the beat of the music, her arms tightly locked around his neck, his arms tucked cozily around her waist. Jimmy tries frantically not to think of those—big—squishy—tits pushed tantalizingly tight up against his chest.
Finally Amanda breaks the silence and directs his attention back over to the booth where Vicky is sitting as it once more comes into view between the moving bodies on the dance floor. She is no longer alone Amanda sees with smug satisfaction. Mr. Hunk is back and is showering a giggling Vicky with kisses causing Jimmy to feel sad and foolish.
"Honey, forget about her. Concentrate on me. On us. Think about what I suggested you do earlier. I know you want to . . . I can feel it in the way you look at me. Tell me I am wrong?" She looks at him earnestly as the song ends with a hopeful look on her gorgeous face.
"Yes, you are right, but Mom we are not alone and Vicky being here and all I can't. Maybe if we were alone."
They break their embrace and head off the dance floor as the music becomes loud and obnoxious playing some top forty hip hop song that he cannot stand. He starts towards their booth feeling hurt and confused.
Amanda, sensing the moment of truth has arrived, grabs his hand as they move off the dance floor. "Jimmy look over there." She points across the dance floor, "See those stairs, next to the bar?"
He looks and spots a dark stairwell off to the side of the bar. "Go there and wait for me. I will only be a moment."
He tries to protest; tries to ask why, but she cuts him short and simply states, "trust me."
So he goes to the stairs and impatiently waits while she disappears somewhere in the crowd. There is a small chain barring the stairs with a sign hanging down that read "No Admittance".
Jimmy muses how that sign is a perfect metaphor for his relationship with Vicky. She should hang it around that tight little mini skirt she is wearing. Of course, the no admittance sign apparently is only for my benefit and not Mr. Hunk's, Jimmy thinks sourly as he stands there fidgeting while waiting for his mother to return.
Thankfully, it was not long before Amanda returns. She is flashing a mischievous smile along with a single key.
"What is the key for?" Jimmy asks doubtfully.
"Remember my friend Misty. The one that is the manager here."
"Yeah."
"This is the key to her office at the top of the stairs," Amanda responds happily as she turns to carefully unlatch the chain that barred the entryway to the stairs.
Before they head up the stairs she twists back to him and adds with an impish grin, "You said something about 'maybe if we were alone', well so we shall."
She holds the chain back and he follows her up the stairs his heart thudding inside his chest.
Going up the stairs behind her he found it useless, entirely useless, to even try to keep his eyes off his mother's slightly plump, rounded ass in her short little mini skirt.
Somewhere in the deep recesses of his mind, Jimmy understands, even if at this point he is unwilling to admit such a thing, once they are alone their smoldering passion for one another will become a virtual tidal wave washing away any inhibitions mother and son might have in fulfilling their deepest, darkest sexual cravings for one another. Or so he hopes.
Amanda turns the key pushing open the wooden office door with Jimmy panting close by her like an expectant puppy dog. The office is dark. She turns on a small lamp by the large desk that dominates the interior of the sparsely furnished office.
Jimmy takes a quick glance around. A battered old leather chair sits behind the desk; a couple of old dingy filing cabinets lean haphazardly against an unpainted wall; a pile of boxes with what appears to be various old bar glasses stuffed inside are piled against the opposite wall.
He sighs after hearing the audible click of the office door being locked. In the stillness of the office the thrum of the music down below is like a faraway heartbeat.
His mind wanders for a moment as his eyes finish sweeping the interior of the office. It is a metaphor for his life- the only thing attractive in it is his mother.
He turns his attention to her. She is leaning back against the desk, her pouting lips curl into a bewitching smile. She flashes her pearl white teeth as she shakes the tumbles of her russet-brown hair. She looks sexy, seductive and maybe even a little bit dangerous.
Her words are definitely dangerous. "Well son you have your mother alone. What now?"
Jimmy decides to play shy, although it really was not much of an act as it's simply not in his nature to be overly aggressive. "I don't know Mom. You dragged me up here. What is on your mind?"
"Honestly son, it is not so much what is on my mind but what is in my heart."
"Which is?"
"I don't know. Jealousy maybe. Hurt most definitely."
"Why? Did I . . ." He crosses the room to stand before her. "Did I hurt you somehow?"
"Maybe, look hon, the truth is . . ." She looks away and then down with that sad expression once more crossing her face. "I'm jealous of your little girlfriend's youth and beauty. I see the way you look at her."
Jimmy notices the hitch in his mom's voice. He knows this is often a prelude to tears. He takes her hands into his once more.
"What else? I think there is more. Tell me."
Amanda takes a deep breath, stares her son deep in the eyes and rushes forward with her confession before she loses her nerve. "I remember that look. How you used to look at me before that night we spent together. It feels like I have aged a lifetime in the year since. I feel old and washed up." She frowns as a deep sadness fills her eyes.
"Mother you are no such thing." He touches her cheek delicately, "You are still beautiful." He leans forward and gives a soft kiss on the cheek.
"Thank you sweetheart. You are too kind, but it's not my face I most worry about. It's my body. I have been a bit depressed since that night and stopped working out. I mean my ass is getting bigger, my thighs are thicker, but most of all I worry about my . . ." Too embarrassed to continue her voice trails off to nothing.
Jimmy notices how she is blinking her pretty eyes rapidly and now understands with little doubt she is on the verge of tears. He is determined to stroke her damaged ego so he nosedives recklessly into a confession of his own.
"Oh God, Mom you still have a nice ass. I noticed it coming up the stairs." He grins at her broadly hoping this will put her at ease before he looks down at her thighs.
He slowly reaches down letting her hands slip from his. He places a hand on each of her thighs. He begins to rub each thigh in small circles starting from just above her knees right up to the edge of her short skirt. Her thighs are firm and muscular causing him to doubt that she has stopped working out.
He turns on the charm full blast now and hits her with what he considers his most winning smile as he whispers, "Mom, these are not so bad. I think you still may be working out though."
"Well maybe a little." She responds sheepishly before reaching down and placing her hands over his. "Honestly it's not really my butt or my thighs that have me worried the most. It's my . . ." She stops and regards him with a winsome look. He understands she is waiting for him to ask her to go on. Of course he obliges her.
"It's your what Mom? What are you so worried about?" He asks just as Amanda gathers his hands in hers and lifts them up off her thighs.
She takes a deep breath as she screws up the courage to finish what she has started by inviting him up to her friend's private office.
"It's my breasts that worry me most honey. They are beginning to . . . well sag a bit I guess now that I stopped doing my exercises religiously at the gym. I am afraid they are not as firm as they once were. You do remember, right baby? That your mother's tits were rather nice and firm at one time?"
Both mother and son remember fondly that night nearly a year ago of wondrous pleasures they enjoyed in each other's arms. Together, they have a sense that are on the edge of taking what happened that night one step further.
"I do remember that night Mom," he told her plainly. He is unsure of what else to say at the moment. His attentions are riveted on his mother's heaving chest as she leaned back against the desk while she seductively thrusts her big tits out at him for all their worth.
She held his hands firm right up in front of the divine grandeur that are his mother's stately and awe inspiring breasts. Again, he discerns how her massive tits seem to be begging to be let loose from the pretty white blouse that contained their overwhelming beauty and size.
Amanda throws out a line that she hopes will finally force her young son to commit one way or the other as they stand there eyeballing one another with restless hearts.
"I just don't think they look so very nice anymore honey." She manages to make her voice sound both sincere and grave all at once. There is no acting involved now. She is worried more than a little about what the ravages of time are doing, or may do, to her once mighty and proud breasts.
He decides to call what he perceives to be her bluff for he doubted she really feels that way.
If so, why had she worn such a tight blouse tonight? Why had she so nonchalantly left the top three button undone? There are the foremost questions in his mind at the moment. The answer was she wanted to show off of course because, despite her words of worry, she is still proud of her imposing boobs.
"I don't think you really believe that yourself Mom. Now come on admit it. You don't believe that!!" He tells her all this with a quiet offhanded laugh trying to lighten the mood just a bit. It only made things worse.
"Laugh all you want young man. But that is the way I feel and if you don't want to convince me otherwise. . ." Her jade green eyes flash with fiery anger. She pulls away from him and starts to storm across the room.
He reaches out just managing to snag her arm as she passes him. "Mom wait . . ." She pauses, giving him one last chance at redemption.
He speaks calmly and to the point. "Then tell me why did you wear such a tight fitting blouse and leave so many unbuttons undone if . . ." He hesitates, unsure of he should really speak his mind.
She stands there and scrutinizes him for a brief moment before she makes her demand. She is sure he had more to say.
"If what sweetheart?" Her voice is mellow and dripping with sugar. The storm has passed from her beautiful eyes and has been replaced with - hope.
He understands, although the sound of her voice is smooth and mellow, it still held the undertone of a demand that should be heeded. 'If what sweetheart' is not a question to be maybe answered, but a demand that needs to be answered.
His heart racing he finds the courage to finish his thought. "If you didn't want to show off those big, beautiful tits of yours Mom."
Her face lights up like a 1000 megawatt bulb. She turns on her heel and heads back to the desk. She once again leans back against the old desk while arching her back forcing those giant bra-less tits to press so invitingly up against her ivory blouse.
"Your kind words warm my soul sweetheart so I shall reward you with the truth."
Their hands find each other as the moment of absolute truth is finally upon them.
"I was just being silly. I guess trying to compete with Vicky for your attentions tonight. I mean at first when I got dressed tonight I choose something rather conservative. And then my jealous heart got to working its wickedness upon me and I changed into something a bit more daring."
"Really? You were jealous of Vicky, Mom?"
"Yes, it's silly I know and stupid probably, but my feelings cannot be denied. As you can see by my blouse being buttoned all the way to the top now I am over my foolishness. Remember we discussed that on the dance floor?"
"Yes and as I recall you ahh . . . invited me to 'be a man' and unbutton your blouse."
"To which you declined."
"Coz we weren't alone."
"We are now."
His hands move upwards towards the massive twin peaks of his mom's enormous breasts as he murmurs, "Finally."
She let her hands fall out of his and places them firmly on the desk. Her eyes twinkle as his hands draw nearer to her chest and then hesitate.
"Well it's a shame because I liked it better before when your blouse was not buttoned up all the way."
"You mean that Jimmy? Really, honestly you mean that?"
His face flushes red, "Yes."
She pushes her chest out towards him and whispers, "Show me."
Not wanting to risk losing any momentum she reaches out and presses his fingers against the top buttons of her blouse.
What Amanda wants her son to do is quite clear. He slowly and carefully begins to unbutton her blouse. As first one button, and then a second come undone, Amanda drops her hands to the desk.
Jimmy, going painstakingly slow, undoes the third button while he speaks sweetened words of flattery to her. "I still think they look nice Mom . . . your breasts that is."
The fourth button is unfastened by his nervous fingers. Amanda's chest with its well-tanned peaches and cream complexion is finally being revealed to his apprehensive eyes. The vast slope of her immense cleavage is a sight of awesome wonder that he has been dreaming of nearly every night since their fateful encounter so long ago.
Now as her mother's tits are a simple button or two from being the star attraction of the evening his yearning to see them is intensifying to an unbelievable level. His cock is granite hard inside his jeans. It only grows harder and stronger when his mother tenderly strokes his cheek with one of her long, siren red, well-manicured fingernails, before leaning in and with a voice dripping with nectarine answers his compliment.
"But you really have not seen them yet honey. Go ahead and finish unbuttoning myblouse and take a nice long look before you tell me what you really think."
The fifth, sixth and then the final button come undone revealing more and more of her juicy boobs. She reaches up with her hands and pulls the blouse free of her skirt.
She regards her son- her heart thumping, pulse racing, and palms sweaty with nervous anticipation-making sure she has his full attention before she deftly slips the blouse down and off her shoulders. It flutters to the floor unnoticed as Jimmy stands there with wide staring eyes, his mouth agape, while he ogles those two large dollops of perfection that are his mom's luscious tits.
Using the desk for support, she leans back against it as she jiggles those decadent, delicious and devotion worthy tits for him to stare at with unqualified adoration.
The first thought that crosses his mind is bullshit she has not been working out. Her tits looked fucking fantastic.
He stares - memorized. Her big, firm tits are tanned to a golden bronze. Any sag in them is negligible at best. They look as ripe as the freshest melons one might hope to find anywhere.He licks in lips in savage anticipation as his eyes settle on those fully erect, jutting nipples that looked to be as hard as a pair of freshly minted pencil erasers standing out proudly from the dark tangerine tips of her areolas.
Again he smacks his lips as he dreams of what it must be like to once again roll his tongue over those elegant, stately nipples of hers sucking them deeply in his mouth.
"Well what does my baby think of his mother's tits? Should I be worried honey?" Her voice is gentle and soothing like a quiet summer rain. She bats her long, languid eyelashes at him. In the semi-darkness of the office her tumbles of russet brown hair seem to shine with unearthly beauty.
He barely notices her honeyed voice, or her batting those languorous eyelashes at him over her lovely walnut shaped green eyes. The exquisite dark tresses of her hair, styled to perfection just for him tonight, go unnoticed.
Instead, his mind, body and soul are all fixated on one thing and one thing alone—the grandiose tits of his mother. He has come full circle in a sense from when he was a swaddling new born. Just as his mommy's tits were the center of the universe then, surely her big, beautiful tits begged to be the center of his universe once more - a mere 18 years later.
He chooses his words carefully. "Oh Jesus, Mom they are still . . . even now . . . so big and beautiful."
Jimmy has spent many a long night dreaming of those tits as he stroked himself to untold hardness. Those tits, those fabulous all natural 37 F tits of hers, have done nothing less than fuel a thousand masturbatory fantasies each resulting with untold buckets of his cum being spilled. And now once again here they are- right in front of his eyes -bare, big and beautiful as ever.
She happily notes how his voice is totally sincere while barely rising above a whisper. But better yet, it is choked with what she imagines to be a youthful, dark desire. A yearning for his "Mommy's breasts" that he can barely control. But better yet, unlike before, tonight she will grant him the ultimate prize—she will allow him access to whence he came—her luscious cock starved pussy!!
Amanda looks at her son and giggles playfully as she continues to jiggle her tits for his delight. She could see from his reaction that he is more than a little impressed, but still she feels obligated to continue with the humble act she has been using to perfection so far.
The truth is she had stopped working out for only a little bit shortly after their night of forbidden love was not repeated. And then once her son started seeing little Ms. Vicky she hit the gym with the fervor of a woman possessed.
"Thank you so much for re-assuring your mother that they still look nice," she says pleasantly in between giggles, jiggles and wiggles.
"Nice, nothing, Mom. Holy Christ, they look fantastic," he tells her as his hands envelope her waist.
"But sweetie I'm still worried that maybe . . . well OK they look good, but I mean maybe they do not feel as nice as they once did. I mean I am sure they are not quite as firm as they used to be. Can you maybe tell me hon how your mom's tits feel?"
She pushes his hands up and under them. He cups his hands under her boobs testing their hefty weight, his heart beating like mad, his cock growing bigger, harder and stronger by the second. She holds his hands firmly against them- moving them around slightly—as she sighs gently at the cool touch of her son's hands on her tits.
"So how do they feel honey?"
He manages in a hoarse whisper to tell her they felt just fine.
"Well take your time baby and feel them up real nice as I want you to be sure now." She says all this with a mirthful smile, absolutely confident as she let her hands drop from his that his hands are on her tits to stay.
By the look of his restless eyes that glint with uncontrollable craving as they gape at her breasts, along with the fierce and determined way he is now kneading her large ponderous tits, she knows he is hopelessly trapped in her web of forbidden desire.
Her confidence is well founded as Jimmy maintains a gentle attack on her boobs. His hands go from caressing, to stroking, to rubbing and then finally to squeezing those golden bronzed mounds of fragrant flesh.
Finally, he flickers his fingers lightly across her nipples making them snap to attention before he pays her one final compliment.
"They still are nice and firm and so beautiful just like you, Mother."
"Oh God, honey, you really think so?" She lets out a soft whimper as his fingers attack her sensitive nipples again and again.
"Hmm . . ." he looks at her with a sly smile as he murmurs, "can't you tell how good I think they feel by the way I am playing with them Mommy. I don't think I could take my hands off them no matter what!"
His voice had become high pitched and excited just like a little boys voice that is exclaiming with unabashed enthusiasm how much he likes playing with a new toy.
Yes, without really realizing it, Jimmy had slipped into what worked so well that night a year ago—the innocent little boy exploring the hidden treasures of his mother's scrumptious body.
"Oh God, that is it baby boy. Play with your Mommy's big nipples as much as you want." She tilts her head back and lets out a loud near wail of untold pleasure. She is utterly thrilled that her son is playing with her tits with such childlike glee.
Amanda decides to accept his young and innocent act for a little bit longer as a prelude to something much more adult she is dreaming of having him do to her.
The childlike glee quickly turns to a more manly aggression though as he commences to massage her tits with a fierce, frenzied determination. One hand on each, he thumbs her nipples with crazed abandon. He is curious to see how much she can take of this "rough" treatment before she protests.
She allows him some latitude before finally snapping, "Honey . . . you know how sensitive mommy's tits are . . . be gentle with them baby," she says breathlessly bringing her hands up to bat his away.
Their mouths come together in a wet, hot kiss that sparks July 4th like fireworks in each of their respective hearts. His hands find her tits once more and this time, respecting her wishes, his cradles them gently in each of his hands.
One of Amanda's hands, seemingly acting on its own accord, travels down boldly to his crotch. She grips his large hard penis through the denim of his jeans as her heart surges with excitement.
She begins to stroke his hard cock as she shoves her tongue aggressively into his mouth. His hands slip off her tits and around her waist as he feels first his zipper, and then his jeans being viciously yanked down.
He responds by lifting her quickly onto the desk. His wet, sloppy, kisses fall down to her neck and then back once more to her mouth as he somehow manages to wiggle out of his jeans without breaking contact.
Mother and son kiss. And kiss. And then as too much is never enough they kiss some more-like two long lost lovers tasting the sweet nectarine of each other's kisses for the very first time.
While kissing, Amanda attacks her son's cock with both hands feeling its immense hardness up and down through his boxers.
Finally, she breaks off their kisses. She pulls back slightly to look at him as she whispers "Do you think your mother's tits are still nice enough to suck on baby."
The heavy bass reverberating through the quiet office from down below simulates Jimmy's reverberating heart thudding away like a runaway freight train inside his chest. Without fail, every night for the past year since their romantic night of decadent carnal cravings he has been dreaming of sucking on those giant melons of hers once again. And now here is his invitation to do just that!!
There is no need for a verbal response to the question. His actions will do the talking. He brings his hands around from her waist and uses them to push her back a bit on the desk. She obliges him by leaning back on her elbows while arching her back upwards forcing her massive tits up as a sacrificial offering to his hungry mouth.
Jimmy buries his face in her cleavage shaking back and forth for a minute loving the way her heavy boobs rub enticingly up and down his cheeks as he smothers himself in all that awesome tit flesh.
Play time is over though. He can resist no longer. He pulls his face up, closes his eyes while opening his mouth and begins to suckle on each of her tits with a desperate urgent frenzy that literally takes poor Amanda's breath away.
No warm up act, no slow and soft start- just bang off to the races he went sucking away like a mad man. Amanda loves the fact her tits can inspire such frantic and fiery yearnings in her young son.
He kisses the cinnamon from her rigid nipples, before his mouth slips away to lovingly lick a glistening sheen along the vast entirety of her pebbled tit flesh. She lets out a low moan as she feels his tongue tweak her juicy nipples until they begin to throb.
With her quietly begging him for more, he begins to roll his tongue across the rampant evidence of her passion, before suckling on the sweetness of her bountiful breasts much to her absolute satisfaction.
As he deliberately proceeds to nibble the nectar of her succulent swells he rapidly starts to lose control. Soon his mouth cannot get enough of those luscious "Mommy tits". Back and forth it flies between the twin mounds of his mother's stunning tits.
Sucking, licking and kissing them all over - she arches her back even more while wrapping a hand around the back of his head, trying to get her breasts deeper in his warm mouth as he suckles on each one in turn.
Meanwhile, his hands are far from being idle. They join in on the fun as he moves them along slowly up her thighs-one hand on each- before they disappear under her tight mini-skirt.
When he discovers his mother is not wearing any panties under her sexy skirt his heart leaps in his throat. He pushes one finger deep into her moist pussy at the same time he tenderly bites down on one of her fully erect nipples that is trapped in his ravenous mouth. She lets out a loud desperate yelp of pain and pleasure from this twin assault on her body. In and out he pushes his finger in his mom's sopping wet cunt while he wraps his tongue around her trapped nipple this time flickering it lightly driving her wild with crazed longing.
Amanda is squirming all around the desk polishing it with her ass. She can literally take no more. She pushes herself up to a fully sitting position -her fingers intertwine in his hair and she yanks his face up from her tits.
Sliding off the desk onto her feet she makes the ultimate demand that any mother can make to her son- "Fuck me baby . . . Fuck Your Mother Now!!" And then to add emphasize to her statement, lest he think she somehow was not serious, she takes her hands, snagging them under either side of his nice dress shirt and literally tears it off his body. It ends up on a heap with her top.
She showers him with kisses, first on his lips before dropping down to his bare chest all the while repeating her mantra to "fuck your mother now".
Her voice is quivering with red hot desperation as Jimmy helps turn her body around, leaning it forward her palms spread on the desk for support. He stares at his mom's slightly plumb ass almost fully on display under her slutty little mini-skirt- waiting to be fucked. The sight of this fuels a surge of excitement that sends an electric bolt straight to his cock.
Impatiently, she reaches back with one hand and snags his boxers with her fingers and with his help she yanks his boxers half way down. Jimmy's big seven inch rod comes spilling out ready for action.
Amanda finds it with her hand and starts to stroke it up and down as he steps out of his boxers that have fallen around his ankles. He kicks them unceremoniously onto the heap of clothes that is accumulating on the office floor.
She let his dick go as he grabs her wrist and pushes it back down onto the desk. He yanks up her short skirt up revealing her rounded bare ass. He takes a short moment, stepping back, to admire the scene.
His mother is turned facing the desk with that short, tight, slutty skirt pulled up as she leaned over -legs spread wide- her big boobs flopped against the desk, her 5 inch spike high heels adding the final touch to the scene.
A singular thought races through his mind and causes his cock to become harder than it ever has in his short life—she looks just like a cheap fucking whore in that position- and what do you do with cheap whores - give them a good hard fucking of course.
He moves forward, his very soul fills with a wild, reckless zeal to fuck his mother. He pushes his throbbing rock hard penis against her pussy, rubbing it for just a moment up and down, teasing her a bit.
"Jesus, honey, stop teasing me and put it in me now," she cries out shrilly. If not for the loud beat of the music coming from downstairs surely someone would hear her frenzied pleas to be fucked.
He gives in and rams his seven inches of manhood hard and fast into his mother. She is wet and surprisingly tight. She lets out a loud moan, her hands beating against the desk as that hard cock of her son's nearly impales her.
Jimmy grabs his mother's hips and wastes no time in beginning to fuck her fast and furious. His thoughts are wild and savage. He looks at her and once more gets the image of a cheap hooker in his mind.
The result of such a wicked thought, somehow shamefully, causes him to become even more excited. He slams into her even harder, pushing his cock in and out, deeper and faster, his hands gripping her hips for support.
She is whimpering like a bitch in heat, her big tits rocking back and forth slapping the desk from the jackhammer blows of her son's cock. "Oh yes," she cries, "OH GOD, YES, FUCK ME HARDER BABY . . . HARDER."
The mother's voice is rough and demanding. The son somehow finds a way to comply and starts to fuck her even harder. He finds thinking of the many ways she used to tease him over the years turns him on to the point where he is ramming her with complete and utter reckless abandonment.
Amanda's wicked ways are coming home to roost in the fucking she is receiving. The ways she used to strut around in her skimpy bikinis. Of the ways she would accidentally create situations to show off for him wearing nothing but her bra and panties. The ways she used to swagger around the house in ultra-tight tank tops, braless underneath of course, her nipples fully on display. The ways she favored sashaying around in short little crop tops.
And then there were the parade of half unbuttoned tight blouses she favored, all designed apparently to show off her mouthwatering tits to him. All this half naked prancing around creates a rash, urgent, frenzied sexual anger inside of him. Now that carnal anger is indeed coming home to roost in the hammer blows of his hard cock being slammed up and into his desperate pleading mother.
I will teach her what happens when you tease your son too much you cheap fucking whore, he thinks without the slightest hint of regret. He knows the game is almost up though as an incredible and undeniably huge orgasm is building inside of him ready to explode.
He wants to draw the scene out longer if only he somehow can. As much as he wants to erupt inside of her he is despairing of having this forbidden dream come to an abrupt end.
He slows down and begins to rock into with much more gentleness now. As he switches gears and goes slow now, making love to her tenderly, with loving compassion she is nearing a mighty orgasm herself. Amanda sighs as she feels the fury of his initial storm of forbidden desire pass by and turn to this delightful song of making love.
She is wrong though as it's only a lull in the storm. He has slowed down, made his mind go blank, while letting his uncontrollable lust cool down to a simmer. Little does she understand that the passionate fucking she was just getting is far from over!
He almost pulls out of her completely, resting a moment at her wet opening, his cock barely inside of her as he prepares for the homestretch. She lets out another sigh, this one of disappointment, as he stopped just as she was about to come.
She allows herself to be turned around so she is facing him. This will be better yet as I will be able to look at my baby as he makes me orgasm, she thinks naively never suspecting she is about to get wholly fucked again harder than ever—harder than she ever has in her life.
Their lips come together slowly resulting in a light rain of kisses given in between quiet exclamations of love for one another. He carefully caresses her breasts with all the tenderness in the world. He slips his mouth away from hers and finds the sweet spot on her neck that turns her into butter.
He attacks her neck and throat with delicate nibbles and bites as he dances his fingers lightly over her nipples making them spring to full erectness once more.
She slides forward to the edge of the desk, spreading her thighs as she does.
"Mommy needs her baby inside her again. Please darling make love to me. Make me come honey. Please baby."
The lull in the storm continues as he slides up into her nice and slow. She lets out a long contented sigh as his cock fills her with TLC. They begin to exchange light kisses while once again sharing affectionate endearments of utter and complete adoration as he makes love to her.
Amanda wraps her legs around his backside as she, urgent for just a bit more force, grinds him deeper and harder into her motherhood. Her breath is coming in short gasps now as he cups her tits squeezing them gently while he slowly pushes in and out, in and out, drawing her closer to orgasm.
"Oh baby, Mommy is coming . . . please oh my Gaaaawd!!" He watches in amazement as she begins to shake all over while her hands snake up into his hair pulling his mouth to hers. He buries his tongue deep in her mouth cutting off her wild cry of illicit passion as a most intense orgasm washes over her.
He pulls back slightly from her almost breaking contact as she whispers, "Oh honey, that was so good, but what about you? She reaches out and strokes his face, "You need to come too sweetie."
"I . . . I almost came earlier when I was . . ." He stops short of finishing his thought not sure he can say the f word right to her face.
"When you were fucking me so good from behind honey? Well . . ." She takes a quick glance down and sees his cock is just hovering against her pussy- still hard and standing up proudly.
"Why don't you finish what you started?"
Jimmy places his hands on her hips and propels his big cock forward thrusting it deep inside his mother's pussy. Amanda is more than a little pleased that her son requires no prompting to finish the job.
The storm breaks upon her once more . . . raging out of control. He pounds away at her with total out -and-out reckless abandon causing those commanding tits of hers to shimmy and shake with the intense pounding she is taking. Jimmy is proudly fucking his mother with a pure unrestrained wildness driven by her rash words of wicked lust.
"Oh baby . . . Oh God, baby, you're fucking me so good. Jesus you feel so good inside me."
He is memorized by the sight of those large captivating tits of hers bouncing up and down as he plows his manhood into her. He seemingly only has one goal in mind and that is to make her tits rock and roll for the fucking she is getting.
Like two frenzied animals mother and son claw at each other with such uncontrollable sexual hunger that soon the whole desk is bouncing up and down. He slams his cock in between her wide open spread legs, the little mini skirt hiked up around her waist, her hands tearing at his hair as she begs for more.
Fuck me harder son. Harder . . . come for Mommy now, baby. Oh please do it."
Her frantic pleas for him to come only turn him on all the more. With a total and complete lack of inhibition or restraint he grips her hips and bangs his cock over and over, harder and harder into his mother, making her whimper with frantic joy.
Finally, unable to stand it anymore, his eyes glued to her tits as they bounce up and down with the force of his mighty cock thumping into her with machine like precision, he feels the onslaught of such a vicious wild orgasm overcome him that it makes him cry out while buckling his knees.
He falls forward into her arms, clutching at her much like a baby clings to its mother. She smooths his hair holding him tight as they manage to stagger around the desk and collapse together into the large leather chair still ---- to each other.
In the semi-dark office, with the music still blaring below, they exchange kind words of love for each another. A love they both now know is, without a doubt, fueled by the pure unbridled lust they possess for one another.