Chapter 264 - Going Off the Rails with Mom-1/2

Going Off the Rails with Mom

By Klrxo

"Happy Birthday, mom!" Paul said, extending a card to her from across the table. "I bought you something special."

His mother, Violett, reached out and took the card, a smile spreading across her pretty face. "Oh honey, you didn't have to get me anything."

She carefully opened the envelope and pulled out the card. As she read the message inside, her eyes widened in surprise. "A cross-country train trip? Just the two of us? Paul, this is too much!"

"Nothing's too much for you, mom. You deserve a special vacation, and I wanna spend some quality time with you. We can see the country, relax, and just spend some time away from the rest of the family," Paul said, his eyes shining with anticipation.

His mother hesitated for a moment, then her smile returned. "Your father's been so busy with work here lately that he probably wouldn't even notice I was gone. And it would be lovely to have you all to myself for a while," she said, reaching across the table to squeeze his hand affectionately.

Paul felt a thrill run through him at her touch. This was going to be the perfect opportunity to finally act on the forbidden desires he'd harbored for so long.

Alone with his mother on the train, he would attempt to seduce her, make her his. The thought made his heart race.

"Then it's settled! We'll leave next week. I'll make all the arrangements," Paul said eagerly. "This is gonna be a birthday you'll never forget, mom. I promise."

His mother laughed, her eyes twinkling. "With you in charge, I'm sure it will be. Thank you, sweetheart. What a lovely surprise."

Paul grinned, barely able to contain his excitement, especially in his groin region. The wheels were in motion. Soon, he would have his heart's darkest wish. On the train, he would claim his mother as his lover at last.

Violet made arrangements for her two other children to stay with their Grandmother, packed her bags, and drove her and Paul to the train station the following week.

As they boarded the sleek silver train, Violet couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in her chest. It had been years since she'd taken a proper vacation, and the prospect of spending uninterrupted time with her handsome son was surprisingly thrilling.

Paul helped her stow their luggage in the private sleeper car he had booked for them. As Violet took in the cozy accommodations - the plush seats that converted into beds, the elegant dining table, the large picture window - she felt a rush of gratitude towards her son.

"This is wonderful, Paul. Thank you again, sweetie. I'm really looking forward to our little adventure," she said, impulsively pulling him into a warm hug.

Paul held her close, savoring the feel of her humongous boobs against him, breathing in the familiar scent of her perfume. "Me too, mom. We're gonna have an unforgettable time together, I just know it."

Violet was a real looker, with strawberry-blonde hair that fell well past her shoulders. Her body was voluptuous but toned, her curves hugged perfectly by the sundress she wore for the trip. Even in her early 40s, she could turn heads wherever she went.

Paul couldn't help but feel a surge of surprise and delight as he took in her chosen attire for their trip. Her short skirt, barely grazing her mid-thighs, showcased her smooth, lovely legs, while her feet were adorned with stylish 4-inch slip-on mules.

The top she wore hugged the curves of her body like a second skin, emphasizing the enormity of her breasts. The low neckline revealed more cleavage than he had ever seen her display before. It was a stark contrast to her usual modest dress at home, giving Paul hope that she had picked this outfit just for him.

As the train pulled out of the station and the city skyline gave way to rolling hills and farmland, they settled into their seats, sipping wine that his mother had brought and

reminiscing about Violet's fondest memories of Paul's childhood.

Paul listened attentively, laughing in all the right places, his eyes repeatedly drawn to the graceful lines of his mother's neck, the swell of her colossal breasts beneath her silk blouse and the way they swayed and trembled with every motion of the train.

The sun began to set, painting the sky in vivid oranges and pinks. Violet yawned, stretching languorously. "I think the motion of the train is making me sleepy. Would you be a dear and help me pull out the bed?"

"Of course, mom." Paul readily agreed, his pulse quickening at the thought of his mother settling down to sleep mere feet away from him. He pulled the bed out and helped her arrange the sheets and blankets.

"You get yourself settled in, honey," Violet said through another yawn. "I'm gonna step into the bathroom and put on my nightgown."

Paul nodded, his mouth suddenly dry as he imagined his mother slipping into a silky nightgown. One that she'd surely be naked beneath. He busied himself preparing the bed, his mind racing with tantalizing possibilities.

When Violet emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later, Paul's breath caught in his throat. Her nightgown was even more revealing than he had dared to hope - a whisper-thin, nearly transparent silk slip that barely reached her

thighs. It clung to her every curve, highlighting the giant fullness of her tits, the indent of her waist, and the flare of her hips.

"Is this too much?" Violet asked, noticing her son's stare and giving a little twirl.

The slip flared out, offering Paul a tantalizing glimpse of her black lace panties underneath. "I bought it special for the trip, but now I'm wondering if it's a bit too risqué for a mother to wear around her son."

"N-no, not at all," Paul stammered, his eyes devouring her. "You look beautiful, mom. Really stunning."

Violet beamed at the compliment. "You're so sweet, honey. I just want our time together to be extra special, you know?"

She crossed to the bed and crawled beneath the covers, settling next to her son. The spicy-sweet scent of her perfume enveloped him, making him light-headed with desire.

Violet took his hand, interlacing their fingers. "I hope you know how much you mean to me, Paul," she said softly, her thumb tracing circles on his palm. "I don't tell you often enough, but I'm so proud of the man you've become. So caring, so thoughtful. You make me feel cherished."

"You ARE cherished, mom," Paul said hoarsely, emboldened by her words. "You're everything to me. Everything."

Their eyes met and held, the air between them charging with a sudden, unmistakable electricity. Slowly, giving her every chance to pull away, Paul leaned in and brushed his lips against hers in the faintest of kisses.

Violet gasped but didn't pull away. Her lips parted invitingly under his. Groaning, Paul deepened the kiss, his tongue delving into the honeyed recesses of her mouth.

She melted beneath him, her pillowy chest molding to his chiseled physique like she was made for him. "Paul..." she sighed between heated kisses, her nails raking down his back. "We shouldn't... it's wrong..."

"I know, but it feels right, doesn't it?" he asked, trying to set her at ease.

"No, honey, we're mother and son," she answered, gently pushing him away. "We can't kiss that way.

Paul pulled back, his heart hammering, disappointment and frustration warring within him. "I'm sorry, mom," he said hoarsely. "I just... I thought... with the nightgown and everything... maybe you wanted this too."

Violet sighed, reaching up to caress his cheek. "Oh honey, I'm flattered, truly. And I can't deny there's a certain... attraction between us. You're a handsome man and I love you dearly. But we can't act on these feelings. It wouldn't be right."

Paul swallowed hard, nodding. "I understand. I shouldn't have presumed. Can you forgive me?"

"Of course I forgive you, sweetheart. Let's just chalk it up to a moment of confusion and move past it, okay?" Violet leaned in and placed a chaste, motherly kiss on his forehead.

Paul forced a smile. "Okay, mom. Whatever you want." But inside, he was seething. He had been so sure she wanted him too. The way she was dressed, the lingering touches, the intimate atmosphere... had he misread the signals that badly?

As they settled down to sleep, a careful distance between them now, Paul's mind raced. He couldn't just let this go. He had come too far, wanted her too much. He would just have to try a different approach, the one he had planned, to wear down her resistance bit by bit.

By the end of this trip, come hell or high water, his mother would be his. He would make sure of it.

The next morning, Violet acted like nothing had happened, chatting brightly about their itinerary over breakfast. Paul played along, but his eyes never left her, drinking in the oversized swell of her breasts, the pout of her lips, imagining how they would feel wrapped around his cock.

Jewel Anderson sat on the train, one leg crossed over the other in a mini-skirt that showed off her sexy legs. She was chatting on the phone to her husband, her fiery-red hair cascading down to her giant breasts that threatened to spill

out of her top. "I need to go, honey. I'll call you later," she exclaimed, eyeing Paul who sat nearby with his mother.

Jewell ended her call and sauntered over to where Paul and Violet were sitting, her hips swaying seductively. She leaned down, giving Paul an ample view of her tremendous tit-cleavage.

"Hi there, I'm Jewel," she purred, extending a perfectly manicured hand to Paul. "I couldn't help but notice you from across the car. Are you two traveling together?"

Paul took her hand, electricity jolting through him at the touch of her soft skin. "I'm Paul, and this is my mother, Violet. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Violet eyed the bombshell redhead warily, not missing the way her son's eyes were glued to Tanya's plunging neckline. A twinge of jealousy shot through her.

"What brings you on this trip, Jewel?" Violet asked, forcing a polite smile.

Jewel perched on the armrest next to Paul, crossing her legs so her skirt rode up even higher. "Oh, just a boring work conference. I thought I'd treat myself to a little luxury on the way there. But I have to say, the scenery in this car is much more appealing than I anticipated," she said with a wink at Paul.

Paul flushed, arousal simmering in his veins. Jewel was an absolute knockout, all dangerous curves and smoldering sensuality. The fact that she seemed to be flirting with him

so blatantly, right in front of his mother, only heightened his excitement.

Violet cleared her throat pointedly. "How nice for you. If you'll excuse us, my son and I were just having a private discussion."

Jewel pouted prettily. "Of course. I hope I'll be seeing more of you, Paul. Both around the train and...perhaps in private."

With a last heated look, she sashayed back to her seat, her perfect, rounded ass swaying hypnotically.

"The nerve of that woman!" Violet fumed under her breath. "Flirting with a man half her age, and in front of his mother no less!"

"She was just being friendly, mom," Paul said mildly, though his cock was straining painfully against his zipper.

Violet huffed. "Friendly? More like predatory. You need to be careful, honey. Women like that are nothing but trouble."

Paul bit back a smile at his mother's transparent jealousy. Maybe this was the key to breaking down her resistance - stoking her possessiveness, making her see him as a man with desires that other women wanted to fulfill.

The game had just gotten a lot more interesting. Between his mother's reluctant desire and Jewel's brazen advances, this was shaping up to be a very memorable trip indeed.

Later that evening, as the train rumbled through the night, Paul tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. His mind

was awhirl with thoughts of Jewel and her brazen flirtation. He ached to take her up on her unspoken offer, to bury himself in her lush, inviting body and lose himself in raw, animalistic pleasure.

But his true obsession, his ultimate goal, was his mother. Beautiful, forbidden Violet, sleeping just an arm's length away, her nightgown riding up to reveal the creamy expanse of her thighs.

Paul's cock throbbed insistently as he watched the rise and fall of her ample chest, longing to caress and suckle those magnificent breasts.

Unable to bear the temptation a moment longer, Paul reached out and delicately trailed his fingers along the silken skin of her thigh, marveling at its warmth and smoothness.

Violet stirred, her lips parting on a soft sigh, but she didn't wake.

Emboldened, Paul let his hand drift higher, slipping beneath the hem of her nightgown to cup the succulent curve of her ass.

He squeezed gently, savoring the feel of her pliant flesh filling his palm. His cock jerked urgently, a damp spot blooming on the front of his pajama pants.

"Paul..." Violet breathed, still lost in sleep. "Mmmm..."

Did she dream of him? Were her sleeping fantasies as dark and depraved as his waking ones? Paul had to know.

Slowly, carefully, he peeled back the covers and eased Violet's nightgown up over her hips, exposing the sheer lace of her panties. The silky fabric clung to the outline of her pubis, showcasing her plump outer lips and the furrow of her slit. The crotch was visibly damp, the musky scent of her arousal perfuming the air.

Paul licked his lips, fighting the primal urge to bury his face between his mother's thighs and lap at her sweet nectar until she screamed her pleasure. But he couldn't risk waking her, not yet. This forbidden exploration had to be done delicately.

With the utmost care, he hooked his fingers in the waistband of Violet's panties and began to tug them down over the lush swell of her hips.

Inch by excruciating inch, he exposed the thin, neatly- trimmed patch of pubic hair and the glistening pink folds of her sex.

Just then, three sharp knocks sounded at the door of their sleeper car, shattering the charged silence.

Paul jumped back like a scalded cat, hastily pulling his mother's nightgown back into place.

Violet blinked awake, looking adorably tousled and confused. "Paul? What's going on?"

Paul's heart hammered against his ribs as he scrambled for an excuse. "I...I think someone's knocking," he said lamely,

praying his mother wouldn't notice the raging hard-on tenting his pajama pants.

The knocking came again, more insistently this time. Violet sat up, frowning. "Who on earth could that be at this hour?"

She swung her legs out of bed and padded to the door on bare feet, heedless of her son's strangled protest. Paul held his breath, terrified of what she might see in his face if she looked too closely.

But Violet was focused on their mysterious nighttime visitor. She slid open the door, revealing Jewel standing in the dimly lit corridor, wearing a sheer red babydoll negligee that left very little to the imagination.

"J-Jewel?" Violet stammered, taking an involuntary step back. "What do you want?"

The redhead smiled, a slow, sensuous curve of her crimson lips. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything. I was just lying in my lonely little bed, thinking about the two of you. I found myself craving some...company."

Her emerald eyes drifted past Violet to lock with Paul's. "Especially you, handsome. I just can't seem to get you out of my head."

Paul swallowed hard, his cock pulsing urgently against the confines of his pants. Jewel looked like a wet dream come to life, all tumbling red curls, creamy expanses of skin, and

mouthwatering curves barely contained by wisps of scarlet lace.

Violet bristled, moving to block Jewel's view of her son. "I think you've made a mistake. My son and I are trying to sleep. We're not interested in whatever sordid thing you're suggesting."

Jewel laughed, a throaty, musical sound. "Sordid? I prefer to think of it as...mutually pleasurable. But I can see I've touched a nerve. Afraid of a little competition? Worried your son might prefer a real woman's touch to his… mommy's?"

"How dare you-" Violet began hotly, but Jewel cut her off with a dismissive wave.

"Don't get your panties in a twist. I didn't mean to upset you. I just thought Paul deserved to know his options. I mean, I'm sure he needs some release, just like any horny teenager would."

Violet gaped at her, speechless with outrage.

Jewel took advantage of her momentary paralysis to blow Paul a kiss over her shoulder. "I'm in cabin twelve if you're interested, Paul."

With a wink and a swish of her barely-covered ass, she sauntered off down the corridor.

Violet slammed the door shut, her face flushed with anger and something else Paul couldn't quite identify. She whirled to face him, her eyes blazing.

"The absolute gall of that woman! Propositioning a teenage boy, and right in front of his mother! It's disgusting!"

Paul held up his hands in a placating gesture, even as his heart raced with illicit excitement. "Mom, calm down. I'm sure she didn't mean any harm. She's just a flirt."

"A flirt?" Violet repeated incredulously. "More like a shameless hussy! Parading around in that scrap of lingerie, making lewd suggestions... What kind of woman does that?"

"The kind of woman who knows what she wants," Paul said quietly, holding his mother's gaze. "And isn't afraid to go after it."

Something flickered in Violet's eyes, a flash of heat quickly suppressed. "And is that what you want, Paul? That kind of woman?" Her voice trembled slightly.

Paul stood, crossing to his mother in two long strides. He gripped her shoulders, his thumbs grazing the sensitive skin of her collarbone. "What I want," he said hoarsely, "is right in front of me."

Violet shook her head in denial, but she made no move to pull away from his touch. "Paul, we can't. It's wrong. I'm your mother."

"You're also the most beautiful, desirable woman I've ever known," he admitted, gazing down at the swell of her unfettered tits jutting from beneath her pajama top. He was surprised by how hard her nipples were now, the swollen teats protruding out from beneath the fabric.

Violet felt flattered, but she also knew that he was a horny teenager who probably hadn't masturbated that entire day. Perhaps if he could, that would relieve his urges and these inappropriate desires would fade.

"Paul, honey, I understand you're feeling frustrated and have urges. It's perfectly normal for a young man your age. But acting on them with your own mother is not the answer," Violet said gently.

Her mind raced, trying to find a solution that would satisfy her son's needs without crossing that ultimate line. An idea occurred to her.

"I think what you need is some privacy to...take care of yourself. Why don't you use the bathroom? I promise I won't disturb you. You can fantasize about whatever you like in there."

Paul's eyes widened. "You want me to go jerk off? Seriously?"

Violet nodded, her cheeks flushing pink. "It might help clear your head. And it's certainly a more appropriate outlet than propositioning your mother or that brazen hussy down the hall."

Paul hesitated, torn between his aching need for release and his craving to push further with his mother.

Violet saw his indecision and made the choice for him. She placed her hands on his shoulders and gently steered him towards the small bathroom.

"Go on, honey. Take all the time you need. I'll be out here if you want to talk after."

Paul allowed himself to be ushered into the bathroom, his mind reeling. He never imagined his prim, proper mother encouraging him to masturbate, much less all but ordering him to do it.

He shoved his pants down and took himself in hand. He was achingly, throbbingly hard, his swollen cock an angry purple.

As Paul began to stroke himself, his mind filled with a jumble of erotic images - his mother's magnificent breasts swaying beneath her thin nightgown, Jewel's blatant invitation, their two beautiful faces blurred together in his lust-addled imagination.

He pictured Violet coming into the bathroom, catching him in the act. Would she gasp in shock, or would her eyes glaze over with desire?

He imagined her sinking to her knees before him, taking his cock into her warm, willing mouth...

With a strangled groan, Paul erupted, his seed splattering the edge of the sink, dripping onto the floor as pleasure electrified his nerve endings. He sagged against the wall, spent and panting.

Out in the sleeper car, Violet sat on the edge of her bed, her thighs clenched tightly together as she listened to the unmistakable sounds of her son's climax. Moisture flooded her panties as forbidden heat unfurled deep in her core.

What was happening to her? She had always been a good mother, putting her children's needs above her own base desires. But something about this trip, the intimate setting, the way Paul looked at her... it was awakening urges that didn't even know she had.

Paul left the small, glistening puddle of his warm semen on the tiled bathroom floor, hoping to entice his mother to use the restroom for her own self-pleasure and discover it.

The thick, musky scent of ejaculate lingered in the air, filling the confined space with a primal teenage energy.

"Are you feeling better now?" Violet asked as her son emerged from the bathroom.

"Absolutely," he admitted, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Why don't you take a turn now."

"A turn?" Violet's eyebrows raised in confusion.

"Yes, to use the bathroom. You know, for some release."

A hint of pink dusted her cheeks as she processed his suggestion. She hesitated, unsure of what to do.

"Oh, um…well, yes…I guess I could do that," she finally replied, trying to hide her arousal. "And then we'll both try and get some sleep, ok?"

Violet entered the small bathroom, feeding her son a shameful smirk as she closed the door behind her.

The room was filled with the sound of running water as she washed her hands before stepping back onto the cool tile floor.

Her bare foot suddenly slid on something slick and warm. With shock, she realized it was her son's semen that he had just ejaculated out of his cock onto the floor.

A wave of arousal rushed through her body as she looked down at the creamy puddle, her mind racing with forbidden thoughts and desires.

She knew she should be disgusted, but instead a thrill of dark excitement raced through her veins.

Almost in a trance, she sank to her knees, reaching out with trembling fingers to touch the viscous fluid. It was still warm. A shudder ran through her as she brought her coated fingers to her lips, her tongue darting out for a tentative taste.

The flavor exploded on her tongue - musky, salty, utterly forbidden. Violet's eyes fluttered closed as she sucked her fingers clean, savoring the intimate essence of her son.

What was wrong with her? What kind of mother got aroused by her own son's semen? But as wrong as it was, Violet couldn't deny the liquid heat pooling between her thighs, the aching emptiness in her core that begged to be filled.

Almost against her will, her hand crept beneath the hem of her nightgown, sliding into her soaked panties. She found

her clit and circled it slowly, gasping at the jolt of pleasure that shot through her.

Violet pictured Paul just minutes ago, his hand flying over the rigid pillar of his cock as he thought about her. The image made her dizzy with need.

She plunged two fingers into the weeping well of her pussy, pumping them in time to the fevered canting of her hips.

"Oh God...oh fuck..." she panted, not caring if her son could hear her through the thin door. Let him hear. Let him know what he did to her, how crazy he made her.

Violet's fingers moved faster, her thumb grinding into her clit as her climax approached with frightening speed. She thought of Paul's cock, so hard and ready, imagined it pulsating inside her as he filled her with his seed.

With a keening cry, Violet came, her pussy clenching greedily around her fingers as ecstasy ripped through her.

She collapsed forward, her cheek nearly landing in the cooling puddle of Paul's semen as the aftershocks wracked her body.

Violet emerged from the bathroom on shaky legs, her face flushed and her eyes glassy with the afterglow of her intense orgasm.

Paul's knowing smirk told her that her efforts to muffle her cries of passion had been in vain. He had heard every moan, every desperate pant as she fucked herself to climax.

Paul's voice was low beneath the rumble of the train. "Sounded like you needed that release as much as I needed mine."

Violet's cheeks burned with a mix of shame and illicit excitement. "I suppose I did, yes."

"Hey, mom, would you mind if we cuddled underneath the blanket, while we go to sleep?"

Violet hesitated, torn between propriety and her growing need to be close to her son. The bathroom incident had shaken her, forced her to confront the inappropriate desire that had been simmering inside her.

She knew the right thing to do was to maintain a proper distance, to reestablish the normal boundaries between mother and son. But God help her, all she wanted in that moment was to feel Paul's strong arms around her, his hard body pressed against hers.

"I suppose a little cuddling would be alright," she said slowly, her voice unsteady. "As long as we keep things...innocent."

Paul's smile was pure sin. "Of course, mom. Innocent as a choir boy, that's me."

He patted the bed beside him in invitation. Violet's pulse leapt as she crossed the small space between them and climbed in beside him.

Paul immediately pulled her into his embrace, spooning her from behind. Violet shivered as she felt the unmistakable bulk of his erection pressing insistently against her ass.

"Paul..." she began warningly, but her son just nuzzled into her neck, his breath hot on her sensitive skin.

"Goodnight, mom," he whispered, feigning innocence.

He pushed his boner against the crack of her ass even harder, hoping that she would realize just how big his cock was by feeling it nudge against her skin.

Violet tried to hide her growing arousal as her boy ground his straining erection shamelessly against the plush globes of her ass, his breath coming faster as forbidden pleasure surged through him.

"Mmm, you feel so good, mom," he murmured, dropping a line of hot, open-mouthed kisses along the column of her neck. "So soft and warm. I could stay like this forever."

Violet's breath hitched, her nipples pebbling into tight peaks as a shiver of illicit arousal raced down her spine.

She knew she should put a stop to this, push Paul away and reestablish proper boundaries. But his strong arms around her, his hard cock nestled against the ring of her asshole felt entirely too good.

"Paul, honey, we need to be careful," she managed, her voice breathy and unconvincing even to her own ears. "This is toeing a very dangerous line."

"Shh, it's okay, mom," Paul soothed, his hand drifting down to splay possessively across her lower belly, his pinky finger just grazing the lace edge of her panties. "We're just snuggling, like any loving mother and son. There's nothing wrong with that, is there?"

As he spoke, Paul rocked his hips subtly, dragging the thick ridge of his cock along the seam of Violet's ass.

She bit back a moan, her core clenching with need. A damp spot bloomed on the crotch of her panties as her arousal spiked.

"N-no, I guess not," she stammered, arching instinctively into his touch. Her body was a livewire, every nerve ending crackling with awareness and desire. "As long as we don't go any further..."

Paul hid a smile against his mother's fragrant hair. He could feel her weakening, her resolve crumbling under the onslaught of sensation. It was only a matter of time before she succumbed completely.

"Hi Paul," Jewel said, catching the boy alone the next morning. "Did mommy finally let you out of her sight?"

Paul turned to see sauntering towards him, her gigantic tits barely contained by a tight sundress that showcased her long legs and plunging cleavage. He swallowed hard, his body reacting instantly to her brazen sensuality.

"Hi Jewel," he managed, trying to keep his voice steady. "Mom's just freshening up in our cabin. You're up early."

Jewel stepped closer, her perfume enveloping him in a cloud of exotic spice. "I had a feeling you might be out and about. I was hoping we could have a little chat, just the two of us."

She trailed a perfectly manicured finger down his chest, her emerald eyes smoldering with unmistakable intent. Paul's cock twitched eagerly in his pants.

"What did you want to chat about?" he asked, his mouth suddenly dry.

Jewel's ruby lips curved in a knowing smile. "Oh, I think you know, handsome. The sexual tension between us is thick enough to cut with a knife. And unless I'm very much mistaken, things with mommy dearest aren't progressing quite as quickly as you'd like, are they?"

Paul shifted uncomfortably, torn between the instinct to defend his mother and the undeniable truth in Jewel's words. "I don't know what you're talking about," he hedged.

Jewel laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down Paul's spine. "Don't play coy with me, baby. I've seen the way you look at her, like a starving boy eyeing a juicy steak. And I heard the two of you last night. It sounded like she left you high and dry."

Paul flushed, embarrassed and aroused at the thought of Jewel listening to his frustrated grunts and his mother's

muffled moans through the thin walls. "I'll survive," he said tightly.

"Sure you will," Jewel agreed, unperturbed. "But here's the thing - I don't like to see a handsome young man suffer. Especially not when I can do something about it."

She pressed her lithe body against his, her ballooning breasts crushing against his chest as she leaned in to whisper in his ear. "I can give you what you need, Paul. I can teach you things, show you pleasures you've only dreamed about. All you have to do is say the word."

Paul's head spun with lust, his resolve weakening by the second. He knew it was wrong, that he should push Jewel away and stay true to his ultimate goal of seducing his mother. But his cock was throbbing insistently, demanding satisfaction.

"I...I don't know," he wavered, his hands coming up to rest on Jewel's hip of their own volition. "I want to, but..."

Jewel sensed Paul's hesitation and pressed her advantage. Her hand drifted down to cup the bulge in his pants, squeezing gently.

Paul groaned, his hips jerking forward involuntarily.

"Don't overthink it, baby," Jewel purred, her tongue darting out to trace the shell of his ear. "I can feel how much you want this. Your cock is so hard for me already. Just imagine how good it will feel buried inside my tight, wet pussy..."

Paul shuddered, his resolve crumbling to dust. He wanted Jewel with a ferocity that frightened him. Maybe giving in to her, just this once, would clear his head, allow him to refocus on his true goal.

"Okay," he rasped, hardly recognizing his own voice. "Let's do it. But we have to be quick, before my mom comes looking for me."

Jewel's grin was triumphant. "Quick and dirty, just how I like it. Follow me."

She took Paul by the hand and led him down the corridor towards her private cabin. They oddly paused for a moment as of waiting to see if Violet would emerge from her and Paul's cabin.

As if on cue, Violet emerged and a surge of jealousy and anger flashed through her, hot and sharp as she saw them preparing to go into Jewel's cabin.

How dare this brazen harlot put her hands on Violet's baby boy?

"What exactly is going on here?" Violet demanded, her voice icy.

Jewel and Paul jumped apart guiltily.

Jewel recovered first, flashing Violet a smug smile. "Oh, nothing to worry about. I was just gonna show Paul here my cabin."

"No you're not," Violet snapped back. "Paul, honey, why don't you head up the the breakfast car. I need to have a word with Jewel in private."

Paul looked uncertainly between the two women, the air crackling with tension. "Mom, it's not what it looks like..."

"Now, Paul," Violet snapped, in a tone that brooked no argument.

Paul slunk off down the hall, throwing one last apologetic glance over his shoulder. As soon as he was out of earshot, Violet rounded on Jewel, her eyes flashing.

"I don't know what kind of game you think you're playing, but I want you to stay the hell away from my son," she hissed. "He's just a boy, far too young for whatever sick, twisted things you have in mind."

Jewel laughed, utterly unfazed by Violet's anger. "A boy? Oh honey, that's no boy. That's a man, with a man's needs and desires. Needs that clearly aren't being met."

She looked Violet up and down, her gaze dripping with disdain. "You can play the outraged mama bear all you want, but we both know what's really going on here. You want him for yourself. You're just too much of a coward to admit it."

Violet reeled back as if slapped, Jewel's words hitting far too close to home. "How dare you? I'm his mother! I would never..."

"But you would," Jewel cut her off, her voice softening with something almost like sympathy. "I see it in your eyes every time you look at him. That hunger, that jealous possessiveness. You can lie to yourself, but you can't lie to me."

She stepped closer, her perfume enveloping Violet in a heady cloud. "There's no shame in it. He's a beautiful boy, and so very eager to please. I can hardly blame you for wanting a taste."

Violet's heart raced, her core clenching traitorously at Jewel's wicked words.

"You're sick," she whispered, but it sounded weak even to her own ears.

Jewel just smiled, a slow, serpentine curve of her red lips. "You can't resist him forever, Violet. Sooner or later, that boy is going to end up in someone's bed. Wouldn't you rather it be yours than mine?"

With that parting shot, she turned on her stiletto heel and sauntered back to her cabin, leaving Violet trembling and conflicted in the corridor.

Violet made her way to the breakfast car in a daze, her mind whirling with Jewel's taunting words.

As much as she wanted to dismiss the woman's words as the ravings of a perverted mind, she couldn't deny the kernel of truth in them. Her feelings for Paul had shifted,

morphed into something dark and forbidden that she could barely let herself contemplate.

She found Paul slouched moodily over a plate of eggs, pushing them around with his fork. He looked up as she approached, his expression wary.

"Mom, about what you saw with Jewel... I can explain."

Violet held up a hand to silence him. "I don't wanna know the details. But Paul, honey, I'm worried about you. That woman is clearly a predator. I don't want you falling under her spell."

Paul's jaw tightened mutinously. "I'm not a child, mom. I can take care of myself. And besides, what's the big deal? I am old enough to have sex with someone."

"Is that where you two were going? To have sex?" Violet asked in a jealous tone.

"I thought you said you didn't want the details."

Violet swallowed hard, heat rising in her cheeks as she imagined Paul and Jewel together in the throes of passion. The image filled her with equal parts jealousy and dark, forbidden arousal.

"You're right, I don't. It's none of my business," she said tightly. "You're a grown man who can make his own choices. I just hope you're not making a mistake."

Paul's gaze sharpened, an almost predatory gleam entering his eyes. "A mistake? Is that what you think sex with Jewel would be?"

He leaned across the table, his voice dropping an octave. "Because from where I'm sitting, it seems like a pretty sweet deal. A gorgeous, experienced woman who actually wants me? Who's not afraid to go after what she wants? Yeah, that sounds like a huge mistake."

Violet's breath caught in her throat at the blatant challenge in her son's tone. He was goading her, pushing her to acknowledge the thing that hung heavy and unspoken between them.

"Paul..." she began, but he cut her off.

"I get it, mom. You're just trying to protect me. But maybe I don't need protection. Maybe what I need is a woman who isn't afraid to touch me, to show me all the ways she wants me."

"If you're implying that I should be that woman for you, the answer is no," said Violet. "Honey, we're mother and son, and I'm married to your father. He would be crushed if he found out that you and I had slept together."

"Fine, but will you at least meet me half-way and let me see you naked, and maybe we could like…masturbate together or something?"

"Paul, we can't..." Violet trailed off, her voice trembling.

She knew she should put a stop to this madness, shut down Paul's indecent suggestions and reestablish proper boundaries between them. But the way he was looking at her, his eyes dark with hunger and need, made her ache in places a mother should never ache for her son.

"It wouldn't be real sex," Paul pressed, sensing his mother's weakening resolve. "Just mutual masturbation. A safe way for us to explore this thing between us without crossing the final line."

He reached across the table and took her hand in his, his thumb stroking over her racing pulse. "I wanna see you, mom. All of you. And I want you to see me too. Watch me touch myself while I'm thinking about you."

Violet's core clenched, molten heat rushing through her veins at her son's erotic words.

She knew it was wrong, so very wrong, but she couldn't deny the dark thrill that went through her at the thought of being vulnerable and exposed before Paul's hungry gaze. Of watching his hand fly over his rigid cock as he drank in her naked body.

However, the proper side of her brain quickly drifted back to her husband and the love they had shared the past twenty years. "It's not that I wouldn't do it, honey, it's just that…I shouldn't."

"Fine, but I guess when I'm with Jewel, at least I can imagine that I'm doing those things with you," Paul said as he got up from the table.

Violet felt she was drowning in a sea of conflicting emotions and desires as Paul got up and walked away, disappointment and frustration radiating off him.

A war raged within her - the part that was a devoted wife and mother, appalled at the very idea of engaging in any sexual activity with her own son; and the darker, long-suppressed part of her that thrilled at Paul's bold suggestions, that yearned to give in to the illicit heat simmering between them.

Unbidden, her mind conjured vivid images of Paul and Jewel together - his strong, young body driving into her wet heat, her red nails raking down his back as she urged him on. Violet's stomach clenched with an ugly mix of jealousy and arousal.

Is this what she wanted? To sit meekly by while that brazen hussy initiated her precious boy into the world of carnal delights? The thought made her ill.

But the alternative...could she really do it? Could she bare herself to her son's hungry gaze, let him see the shameful extent of her own desire? Watch him pleasure himself to the sight of her naked body, knowing it was her he was fantasizing about?

The idea sent a bolt of liquid lightning straight to her core.

Violet took a deep, shuddering breath, her decision made. She couldn't let Paul go to Jewel, couldn't bear the thought of him finding satisfaction in another woman's arms. If he needed this, needed her, to ease the ache of his forbidden longing...then she would give it to him. Consequences be damned.

She caught up to Paul just outside the breakfast car, grabbing his arm and spinning him around to face her.

His eyes widened at the look on her face - a heady mix of fear, determination, and raw, undeniable hunger.

"Wait," she said, her voice low and intense. "You're right. We...we can meet each other halfway. Like you said."

Paul's breath left him in a rush, hardly daring to believe what he was hearing. "You mean...?"

"I mean, come back to the cabin," Violet said, licking her suddenly dry lips. "We can...do what you suggested. Watch each other. But nothing more, do you understand? We can't actually touch."

"I understand," Paul said quickly, dizzy with the headiness of his victory. "Whatever you say, mom."

He let her lead him back to their sleeper car, his heart pounding with anticipation of the forbidden delights to come. He still wanted more, so much more...but for now, this was enough.

This was a start.

He couldn't believe this was actually happening - that his beautiful, proper mother had actually agreed to engage in mutual masturbation with him. It was beyond his wildest fantasies.

As soon as the cabin door closed behind them, the air became thick with tension and illicit electricity.

Violet stood frozen, her eyes wide and her chest heaving as the reality of what they were about to do crashed over her.

Paul approached her slowly, drinking in the sight of her - the swell of her tit-melons beneath her blouse, the trembling of her full lips, the irresistible blend of fear and excitement in her eyes.

He ached to touch her, to peel away her clothes and map every inch of her lush body with hands and mouth. But he had promised to abide by her conditions - no touching, just looking.

"Are you sure about this, mom?" he asked hoarsely, giving her one last chance to back out. "We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with."

Violet let out a shaky laugh, running a hand through her hair. "Comfortable? God, no, I'm not comfortable. This goes against everything I've ever believed about what's right and appropriate. But...I'll be damned if you gonna go to that whore's cabin and let her strip for you. Besides, I'm sure you'd much rather see me naked than her."

"Uh-huh," Paul nodded, then he stepped back and began to undress, his eyes locked with his mother's the whole time.

He peeled off his shirt first, revealing his toned chest and abs.

Violet made a soft sound as her eyes raked over him, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

Emboldened, Paul shoved down his jeans and underwear in one go, kicking them away. He stood before his mother fully nude, his impressive erection jutting proudly from his well-trimmed crotch. The tip was already glistening with pre-cum, a testament to how badly he wanted her.

"Your turn," he said, his voice a low, seductive rumble. "Show me everything, mom."

Violet hesitated for a moment longer, a war raging behind her eyes. Then, with a shuddery exhale, she began to slowly unbutton her blouse.

Paul watched, enraptured, as inch after tantalizing inch of creamy skin was revealed. When she shrugged the garment off and let it flutter to the floor, he nearly swallowed his tongue.

His mother's breasts were magnificent – obscenely-huge and full, topped with wide areolas and rosy nipples that begged for his mouth.

She was wearing a lacy white bra that cupped the heavy globes like an offering. Violet reached back and unhooked the bra, letting it slide down her arms.

Paul made a strangled sound as his mother's tits spilled free, even more glorious than he had imagined.

"Fuck," the boy uttered beneath his breath, his jaw lowering.

Violet's hands trembled slightly as she unzipped her skirt and let it pool at her feet, leaving her clad only in a pair of lacy white panties.

Paul's eyes were riveted to the juncture of her thighs, the sheer fabric doing little to conceal the shadowed delta of her sex.

"Panties too, mom," he rasped, his voice thick with need. "I wanna see all of you."

Violet hooked her thumbs in the waistband, then paused. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she murmured, more to herself than to him.

"I can't believe how fucking beautiful you are," Paul countered fervently. "Please, mom. Let me see you."

With a shaky exhale, Violet slid her panties down her shapely legs and stepped out of them. She straightened up, completely nude now before her son's devouring gaze.

Paul let his eyes roam greedily over every inch of his mother's stunning body, from the elegant lines of her shoulders to the womanly flare of her hips.

Her skin was smooth and creamy, almost glowing in the muted light of the cabin. At the apex of her thighs, her pussy was bare save for a thin, neatly trimmed strip of hair, the lips flushed and glistening with arousal.

"My God," Paul breathed reverently. "You're perfect. Absolutely perfect."

Violet flushed under his worshipful gaze, fighting the instinct to cover herself. She'd never felt so exposed, so vulnerable...and so exhilarated.

Knowing her son was drinking in her naked body, that he found her desirable, was headier than the finest wine.

"Touch yourself," Paul demanded, wrapping his hand around his aching cock. "I want to see you make yourself feel good, mom."

Violet swallowed hard, then trailed a hand down between her bobbling breasts, over her stomach, to the slick folds of her vulva.

She found her clit and circled it slowly, shuddering at the bolt of pleasure that shot through her.

Paul groaned at the erotic sight, pumping his shaft in time to his mother's movements.

"That's it, mom," he encouraged, his voice ragged. "Play with your pussy. Let me see you fuck your fingers like you want them to be my cock."

"Paul!" Violet cried out, shocked and aroused by her son's filthy words.

But she obeyed nonetheless, sliding two fingers deep into her aching core. She pumped them in and out, her hips undulating wantonly as she chased her pleasure.

The cabin filled with the wet sounds of their mutual masturbation and the mingled scents of their arousal.

Paul was transfixed by the sight of his mother's fingers plunging in and out of her drenched cunt, her heavy breasts swaying with every urgent thrust.

"God, mom, you're so fucking sexy," he groaned, his hand flying over his rigid cock. "I can't believe I finally get to see you like this. You have no idea how long I've wanted this, wanted you."

Violet moaned, leaning against the wall as she finger-fucked herself faster, harder. Her fat, juicy clit throbbed, begging for attention, and she rubbed it frantically with her other hand.

Violet's eyes were drawn irresistibly to her son's impressive cock as he stroked it with increasing urgency. It was long and thick, easily 8 inches and girthy enough that her fingers wouldn't be able to close around it.

The shaft was smooth and rigid, pulsing with heavy veins that ran along the sides and underside. The bulbous head was a deep, angry purple, leaking a steady stream of clear pre-cum that dribbled down to lubricate his pumping fist.

Paul's balls were heavy and full, drawn up tight to his body as his climax approached. They slapped against his pumping hand with obscene wet sounds, swinging back and forth like ripe fruit ready to burst.

Violet found herself imagining how they would feel against her lips, her tongue. How Paul's hot, salty seed would flood her mouth when she finally coaxed his load from him.

"I...I shouldn't want this," she panted, even as her body betrayed her true desires. "But seeing you stroking your big, hard cock...knowing it's because of me...fuck, it's making me so hot..."

"Are you gonna cum, mom?" Paul demanded, his balls tightening as his climax approached. "I wanna see you lose control. Wanna watch you fall apart while you think about me fucking this giant rod into your tight little pussy."

His crude words sent Violet over the edge. With a strangled cry, she convulsed around her fingers, gushing hot cream onto her hand as ecstasy ripped through her. Her huge tits bounced and quivered as she rode out the intense waves of her orgasm.

The sight of his mother coming undone was too much for Paul to take. With a hoarse shout, he erupted, thick ropes of semen shooting from his cock to paint his mother's writhing body. It seemed to go on forever, spurt after hot spurt marking her as his.

Finally spent, Paul collapsed back onto the bed, his chest heaving.

Violet withdrew her drenched fingers from her spasming cunt, staring in awe at the creamy evidence of her son's pleasure coating her skin.

Slowly, holding Paul's gaze, she brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them clean, savoring the musky tang of her own arousal mingled with his cum. Paul's cock twitched valiantly at the wanton display.

"Jesus Christ, mom," he rasped, shaking his head in wonder. "That was...I have no words."

Violet's lips curved in a tremulous smile, a blush staining her cheeks. "It was intense," she agreed softly. "I never knew anything could feel so...illicit. So wrong but so very, very right."

Paul reached for her, aching to gather her into his arms, but she shied away.

"No touching, remember?" she reminded him gently. "That was the deal."

Paul subsided with a frustrated groan. "I know. But after what we just shared...I need to hold you, mom. Need to feel your skin against mine."

Violet hesitated, torn between her craving for her son's touch and the knowledge that they had already crossed so

many forbidden lines. Seeing her indecision, Paul sat up on the bed.

"Please, mom," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "I promise I won't try anything more. I just...I need this closeness with you right now."

Violet's resistance crumbled at the raw vulnerability in Paul's gaze.

Slowly, she walked over lay down beside him and allowed him to gather her into his strong arms. They both shuddered at the electric slide of skin against skin as their naked bodies pressed together, Violet's ballooning tits melting against Paul's chest like soft, warm bread-dough.

Paul buried his face in his mother's fragrant hair, inhaling deeply. "I love you so much, mom," he murmured, his lips brushing her temple. "More than anything."

Tears pricked Violet's eyes at the tender words. "I love you too, honey. More than you could possibly know."

They lay like that for a long time, just holding each other, letting the enormity of what they had done settle over them.

Violet knew they had opened a door that could never be fully closed again. The illicit desire between them had been acknowledged, indulged. There was no going back to the way things were before.

But as she lay cradled in her son's loving embrace, their hearts beating in sync, Violet couldn't bring herself to regret

it. For the first time in longer than she could remember, she felt truly alive, cherished, adored. If that made her a terrible mother, a faithless wife...then so be it. She would bear that cross gladly for this blissful closeness with her beautiful boy.

Eventually, reluctantly, they separated and began to dress, an unspoken agreement that the outside world must not know what had transpired between them.

But as Violet slipped back into her clothes, Paul's seed drying on her skin like a brand, she knew she would crave his touch, his gaze, his love, every second they were apart.

As the day wore on, Violet found herself lounging in the cozy cabin, lost in a book as she gazed out the window at the changing scenery.

With a sigh, she eventually got up and decided to go look for her son on the train. She couldn't help but worry that he had sought out Jewel for some nefarious purpose after their earlier agreement to engage in mutual masturbation.

After wandering through several train cars, Violet finally spotted Paul engaged in a conversation with another boy around his age. The two teenagers quickly parted ways as soon as they noticed her approaching.

"Hey honey," she greeted Paul with a grin. "Wasn't that your friend from baseball?"

"Yeah, Cory," Paul replied with surprise. "He's actually travelling on the same train as us and I had no idea."

"Well, it's nice to see you were just chatting with a friend and not that Jewel woman," Violet said, unable to keep the note of relief from her voice.

The thought of Paul seeking out the brazen redhead after their intensely intimate encounter made her stomach churn with jealousy.

Paul's lips quirked in a knowing smirk. "Don't worry, mom. Jewel's got nothing on you. After what we shared, no other woman could possibly compare."

Violet's cheeks flushed at the blatant desire in her son's eyes, his words sending a thrill of illicit excitement down her spine. "Paul, hush! Someone might hear you!"

She glanced around furtively, but the narrow corridor was empty save for them.

Still, she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, the skin on the back of her neck prickling with unease.

Paul stepped closer, crowding into her personal space until she was backed up against the wall of the gently swaying train car. "Let them hear," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. "I'm not ashamed of wanting you, mom. Of loving you in every way a man can love a woman."

Violet shivered, her body responding instinctively to the heat and hardness of him, the intoxicating musk of his arousal. "Paul, we can't...not here..."

But even as she protested, she felt herself melting into him, her hands coming up to rest on the broad planes of his chest, her giant tits squashed nearly flat against his chest.

Through the thin fabric of his shirt, she could feel the thunder of his heartbeat, echoing the wild tattoo of her own.

Paul nuzzled into the crook of her neck, his lips grazing the sensitive skin there and making her gasp. "I need you, mom. I'm hard again just from being near you. Please, let me feel you..."

As he spoke, he rocked his hips into her, grinding the rigid evidence of his desire against her trembling belly. Violet mewled, her nails digging into his shoulders as liquid heat rushed to her core.

It was madness, utter madness to even contemplate doing anything more in such a public space. Anyone could walk by at any moment and catch them in a decidedly compromising position. The risk was astronomical.

But God help her, Violet wanted him, craved the feel of his strong young body moving against her, inside her. The taboo thrill of it, the danger of potential discovery, only heightened her desperate arousal.

Throwing caution to the wind, she fisted a hand in Paul's hair and dragged his mouth down to hers in a searing, open-mouthed kiss.

He groaned into the slick heat of her mouth, his tongue tangling with hers urgently as his hands flew to her hips, yanking her flush against him.

A dainty heel slipped off the mother's foot as she brought it from the floor, hooking a naked leg around her teen.

For nearly a minute they feasted on each other's faces.

"Fuck, mom," Paul panted when they finally broke apart for air. "That was the hottest kiss ever!"

"And one that should have never happened," she blushed, placing her foot back on the floor. "I'm sorry, baby…I don't know what came over me."

Paul shook his head vehemently, his eyes blazing with intensity. "Don't apologize, mom. Don't you dare take it back. That kiss was everything I've ever wanted."

"Yes, it was quite beautiful!" A female voice agreed from nearby.

Violet gasped and pushed Paul away from her as Jewel stepped into view, a wicked smile curving her crimson lips.

The redhead's emerald eyes glittered with malicious amusement as she took in their rumpled clothes and kiss-swollen mouths.

"Well, well, well," Jewel purred, sauntering closer. "Looks like Mama Bear isn't quite as wholesome as she pretends to be. Naughty, naughty, making out with your own cub where anyone could see."

Violet felt her face flame with a heady mix of shame and anger. "This isn't what it looks like..."

"Oh, I think it's exactly what it looks like," Jewel cut her off, smirking. "Seems like you just couldn't resist your boy's charms after all. Not that I blame you. He is quite the scrumptious morsel."

Her gaze raked over Paul's body hungrily, lingering on the prominent bulge tenting his jeans.

Paul shifted uncomfortably, torn between embarrassment and reluctant arousal at being so blatantly ogled.

"What do you want, Jewel?" Violet gritted out, straightening her blouse with trembling hands. "If you're trying to blackmail us..."

Jewel laughed, a throaty, mocking sound. "Blackmail? Oh honey, no. I'm not here to threaten you. I'm just here to take over what I know you won't finish."

"What do you mean by that?" Violet demanded, a sinking feeling in her stomach.

Jewel stepped closer, her voluptuous body brushing against Paul's side.

He inhaled sharply, his cock twitching traitorously at the contact.

"I mean, you'll only let this sexy young stud go so far, won't you, Violet?" Jewel murmured silkily. "A little over-the-clothes petting, maybe some heavy petting if you're feeling

really daring. But you'll never give him what he truly needs. What he deserves."

Her hand drifted down to cup Paul's straining erection through his jeans, squeezing pointedly. Paul bit back a moan, his hips bucking into her touch despite himself.

"But I will," Jewel continued, licking her lips. "I'll fuck your boy six ways from Sunday, teach him everything he's been dying to learn. I'll swallow his sweet cum and let him pound my ass until he can't see straight. All the dirty, depraved things you're too much of a coward to do."

Violet saw red, a volcano of possessive fury erupting in her chest. Without conscious thought, she lunged forward and wrenched Jewel's hand away from her son's crotch.

"You keep your filthy paws off him, you shameless hussy!" Violet snarled, shocking herself with her own vehemence. "Paul is MINE, do you understand? Mine and mine alone!"

Jewel's eyes widened at the uncharacteristic display of aggression from the normally demure woman. Then she smirked, slow and satisfied.

"Prove it then," she challenged silkily. "If you want him all to yourself, then stake your claim. Take him back to your cabin and fuck him like he needs to be fucked. Let him pound his teenage cock through that tight little mommy-hole until he can't remember his own name."

Violet gaped at her, appalled and inflamed by the lewd suggestion. But beneath her shock, a dark thrill unfurled at the thought of finally, fully claiming her beautiful boy.

Paul was panting now, his pupils blown wide with lust as he looked back and forth between the two women.

"I'm sure I could give him a lot better fuck than you could," said Violet.

Violet turned to her son, her eyes blazing with a possessive, almost feral intensity. "Come on, Paul. Let's go back to our cabin."

Paul swallowed hard, hardly daring to believe what he was hearing. Was his mother really implying what he thought she was?

"O-okay, mom," he stammered, letting her take his hand and lead him away.

Jewel watched them go, a self-satisfied smirk on her face. "Have fun, you two!" she called after them. "And Violet, remember - he's a growing boy. Make sure you drain those balls completely!"

Violet gritted her teeth, refusing to rise to the redhead's crude taunts. She had more important things to focus on.

As soon as they were back in the privacy of their sleeper car, Violet locked the door and shoved Paul against it, claiming his mouth in a searing kiss. He responded eagerly, groaning

into the slick heat of her mouth as his hands roamed greedily over her lush curves.

"Mom," he panted when they broke apart for air. "Are we really gonna...?"

"No, we're not! We may both want it, honey, but we can't. We can't have sex with each other."

Paul pulled back, his expression clouded with confusion and frustration. "But mom, the way you were kissing me just now... I thought you wanted to go all the way. Especially after what you said to Jewel..."

Violet sighed, cupping her son's face tenderly. "I know, baby. And believe me, a big part of me wants that too, more than anything. But we have to be strong. Actually having sex, your penis inside me...it's a line we can't uncross. The ultimate taboo."

"But everything we've already done - the masturbating together, the touching, the kissing. How is that any different?" Paul argued plaintively.

"It just is," Violet insisted, though her conviction was wavering. "Penetrative sex between a mother and son...it's an abomination, the worst sin imaginable."

"It's not a sin if we love each other!" Paul countered fiercely. "And I do love you, mom. So damn much. I want to show you how much, want to make you feel good."

As he spoke, his hand drifted down to cup her meaty breast through her blouse, his thumb grazing her pebbled nipple.

Violet shuddered, liquid heat pooling between her thighs at the electric touch.

"We can't..." she protested weakly, even as she arched into his palm wantonly.

"Let me taste you," Paul pleaded, nuzzling into the crook of her neck. "Let me lick that sweet pussy, make you cum on my tongue. That's not fucking, right? So it's okay."

Violet's head spun dizzily, her resolve crumbling to dust under the onslaught of her son's erotic words and touches. Her clit throbbed demandingly, begging for his mouth, his fingers, anything...

"Yes," she found herself breathing, almost before she'd made the conscious decision. "Yes, taste my pussy, Paul. Make me feel good."

With a groan of triumph, Paul dropped to his knees before her, shoving her skirt up around her waist. He nuzzled her damp, lace-covered mound, inhaling the heady musk of her arousal.

"Fuck, you smell so good," he rasped, hooking his fingers in her dainty panties and dragging them down her shaking legs. "I bet you taste even better."

Paul leaned in and swiped his tongue through the glistening pink folds of his mother's cunt, and Violet saw stars.

She threw her head back as her son began to devour her pussy, his tongue lashing over her aching clit with almost violent intensity. "Oh God, Paul, yes! Lick my cunt just like that!"

Paul moaned as her tangy-sweet flavor exploded across his tongue, even more delicious than he had fantasized.

He pointed his tongue and thrust it deep into her weeping channel, fucking her with it as he rubbed his nose against her swollen nub.

"Fuck, Mom, you taste incredible," he groaned, the vibrations making Violet's hips buck wildly against his face. "I could eat this perfect pussy forever."

He sealed his lips around her clit and sucked hard, making Violet keen with pleasure. At the same time, he thrust two fingers into her slick heat, curling them to stroke the spongy patch of flesh just behind her pubic bone.

"Yes, right there baby, don't stop!" Violet wailed, fisting her hands in her son's hair to grind her dripping snatch against his hungry mouth.

She could feel her climax building with frightening speed, her inner muscles starting to flutter and clench around Paul's plunging fingers.

Paul could sense his mother's impending orgasm and doubled his efforts, fucking his fingers into her harder and faster as he sucked and nibbled at the throbbing pearl of her

clit. He wanted to push her over the edge, make her cum harder than she ever had before.

"Let go, Mom," he urged between licks, his words muffled against her soaked flesh. "Cum all over my face. Drown me in your sweet cream and scream my name!"

That was all it took to send Violet hurtling into oblivion. Her pussy convulsed violently around Paul's fingers as she gushed her release, flooding his mouth and chin with her essence.

"PAULLLLL!" she screamed, not caring who might hear as ecstasy crashed through her in overwhelming waves. She bucked and thrashed against his face, overcome by the intensity of her climax.

Paul moaned in bliss as his mother's honey coated his tongue, lapping and suckling at her spasming cunt to prolong her pleasure. He kept fucking her with his fingers through the aftershocks, until she finally collapsed against the door, spent and panting.

"Oh my God," Violet rasped when she finally regained the power of speech. "That was...I've never...it's never been that intense before."

Paul grinned up at her from between her thighs, his face shiny with her juices. "I'm glad, Mom. I wanted to make you feel amazing."

He started to rise, but Violet stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. "Wait. Your turn now."

With shaking hands, Violet unbuckled Paul's belt and undid his fly, shoving his jeans and boxers down to mid-thigh.

His huge cock sprang free, slapping against his belly, flushed an angry purple and already weeping pre-cum.

"My God, you're so big," Violet breathed in awe, wrapping her fingers around his thick shaft. It was hot and heavy in her hand, the skin like silk stretched over steel.

Paul groaned as his mother began to stroke him slowly, just savoring the feel of his rigid flesh in her grip.

"All for you, Mom. It's been this hard since the moment I saw you naked. I've been dying for your touch."

Violet pumped him faster, twisting her wrist skillfully on the upstroke just the way he liked.

Her mouth watered as she watched his mushrooming shiny-skinned knob stretch out and a fat bead of pre-cum well from the tip and dribble down the veined shaft. She had to taste him.

Dropping to her knees, Violet leaned in and lapped at the shiny crown, moaning at the salty-bitter flavor of her son's arousal.

Paul gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily as his mother's tongue swirled around the flared head.

"Oh fuck, Mom, please..." he begged brokenly, his hands tangling in her hair.

Violet took mercy on him and wrapped her lips around his cock, sinking down until the fat tip nudged the back of her throat.

Paul cried out sharply, fighting the urge to thrust into the blissful wet heat of her mouth.

Violet began to bob her head, taking him deeper on every downstroke until her nose was buried in his musky pubes and his cock head was lodged in her throat.

She breathed through her nose and swallowed around him, her throat muscles rippling along his shaft.

"Holy shit, Mom, your mouth feels so fucking good," Paul babbled mindlessly, resisting the urge to fuck her face like he desperately wanted to. "You're going to make me cum so hard..."

Violet moaned around his thickness, the sound vibrating along his cock and making his balls tighten.

She pulled back to tongue the leaking slit before sinking back down, hollowing her cheeks to suck him even harder.

One hand came up to cup and roll his heavy balls while the other gripped the base of his shaft, jacking what wouldn't fit in her mouth. She set a relentless pace, determined to make her son cum down her throat.

It didn't take long before Paul was panting harshly, his abs clenching and quivering as his climax approached. "Fuck, I'm

gonna cum!" he warned, tugging at Violet's hair to pull her off.

But she just took him deeper, humming her encouragement. She wanted to taste him, to swallow every drop of his precious seed like the finest wine.

With a hoarse cry, Paul's cock jerked and erupted, flooding his mother's mouth with his hot, salty essence.

Violet moaned in bliss as spurt after thick spurt coated her tongue, working her throat to swallow it all down greedily.

Paul shuddered and bucked through his release, white-hot ecstasy sizzling along every nerve ending. Never in his life had he come so hard, so intensely. His mother's mouth was pure heaven, her eager swallowing prolonging his mind-blowing climax.

Finally, when she had milked him dry, Violet let Paul's softening cock slip from her lips.

She licked them clean of his lingering musk, savoring the taste of her son's pleasure. Paul sagged against the door, his chest heaving and his eyes glazed.

"Mom, that was..." he rasped, shaking his head in awe. "I have no words. It was beyond incredible."

Violet rose gracefully to her feet, pressing her lush body against her son's and claiming his mouth in a deep, dirty kiss.

Paul groaned as he tasted himself on her tongue, his spent cock twitching valiantly at the erotic flavor.

"I loved sucking your cock, baby," Violet murmured against his lips when they finally parted. "Feeling you cum in my mouth, swallowing your hot load... it was even better than I imagined."

Paul's hands roamed greedily over his mother's curves, still hardly daring to believe this was real, that he could touch her like this. "I want to do it again," he said fervently. "I want to spend hours worshipping your incredible body with my mouth, my hands..."

He hesitated, then forged ahead recklessly. "My cock. I want to fuck you, Mom. I want to be inside you, as deep as I can go."

Violet shivered at her son's passionate words, her pussy clenching around emptiness. God, how she wanted that too - to feel Paul's huge cock splitting her open, claiming her, branding her as his.

But the lingering tendrils of doubt and guilt still held her back. Giving and receiving oral pleasure was one thing, the ultimate taboo of actual penetration was another entirely. She wasn't sure she was ready to completely destroy that final barrier between them.

"Let's just enjoy what we have for now, honey," she demurred gently, stroking Paul's face. "What we've already done... it's so far beyond anything a mother and son should

ever experience together. Let's not push our luck, tempt fate any more than we already have."

Paul sighed in frustration but nodded, accepting her decision. He knew not to push her too far, too fast. They had already made incredible progress. He would take his victories where he could.

"Can we at least sleep without clothes tonight?" Paul pleaded, his voice heavy with desire.

His mother's lips curled into a sly smirk. "Can you promise to behave yourself?"

Paul's heart fluttered as he imagined their bodies pressed together, skin against skin. "I'll be on my best behavior," he promised, hoping she would agree to his request.

That night, as they snuggled naked beneath the blanket, listening to the rumble of the train beneath them, Paul held his mother tight, their bodies molded together intimately, her tits crushed against his chest.

His cock was hard again, nestled against her silky thigh, but he made no move to take things further, respecting Violet's wishes.

Violet savored the feel of her son's strong arms around her, his warm skin pressed to hers from head to toe.

After years of sleeping beside her husband's aging, paunchy body, Paul's firm muscles and youthful vigor were a

revelation. She felt cherished, desired, worshipped in a way she never had before.

"I love you so much, Mom," Paul whispered into her hair, his voice thick with emotion. "Today has been the best day of my life."

Violet's heart clenched at the raw sincerity in his words. She laced her fingers through his where they rested on the bed.

"I love you too, sweetheart. More than anything. And I don't regret a single moment of what we've shared."

It was true. Despite the lingering shame, the knowledge that they had transgressed the most fundamental of societal taboos, Violet couldn't bring herself to feel true remorse. How could something that felt so right, so perfect, be wrong?

Paul nuzzled into her neck, breathing in her familiar scent. "I wish this train ride could last forever. That we could stay in this little bubble, just the two of us, and never have to go back to reality."

Violet sighed wistfully. "Me too, honey. But you know that's not possible. We have lives, responsibilities waiting for us when this trip is over. We'll have to be strong, to lock away what's happened between us and never speak of it again."

Even as she said the words, Violet knew it was a futile hope. There was no closing the Pandora's box they had opened. The forbidden desire between them had been unleashed;

there would be no stuffing it back in, no matter how hard they tried.

But those were worries for another day. For now, cocooned in her son's loving embrace as the train carried them through the night, Violet let herself drift off to sleep, her dreams full of Paul's hands, his mouth, his body joining with hers in the ultimate act of love.

The next morning, a knock at the cabin door startled them awake. They scrambled apart guiltily, frantically pulling on clothes before Paul cracked open the door to reveal the porter with a breakfast tray.

"Good morning, sir!" the porter said cheerfully, seemingly oblivious to Paul's flushed face and Violet's mussed hair. "Compliments of a Mrs. Jewel in suite number 12."

Paul accepted the tray and carried it into the cabin, reading the note that came with it.

"What's that?" Violet asked, scrambling to her knees, her big, heavy boobies wobbling on her chest.

"A note she wrote me."

"Oh God, what does it say?" Violet asked, letting out a sigh and rolling her eyes.

Paul read the note aloud, his eyebrows raising as he took in Jewel's bold words.

"'Paul, darling - I hope you and Mommy Dearest enjoyed your special bonding time last night. From the sounds that were coming through the wall, I'd say you two had QUITE the breakthrough.

I'm thrilled for you, truly. A strapping young man like you deserves to have his needs met, and it seems like Violet is finally stepping up to the plate, so to speak. I just hope she's woman enough to give you everything you crave.

But if not, if she leaves you hanging yet again... you know where to find me. My door (and my legs) are always open for you, handsome.

XOXO,

Jewel'"

Violet felt rage and jealousy churn in her gut at the redhead's gloating, condescending words. How dare that meddling slut insinuate that Violet couldn't fully satisfy her own son?

"That woman has some nerve," Violet fumed, crossing her arms over her naked chest. "Acting like she knows what's best for you, like I'm some kind of prude who's gonna leave you high and dry."

Paul set the note aside, his expression thoughtful. "She's not entirely wrong though, is she? I mean, you've been amazing, Mom, don't get me wrong. What we did last night was incredible. But we still haven't gone all the way. And I want to, so fucking badly..."

He reached out, his hand cupping her heavy breast, his thumb grazing her nipple.

Violet shuddered, desire warring with guilt and hesitation.

"Paul, I told you, we can't..." she protested weakly, even as she arched into his touch.

"Why not?" Paul pressed, his free hand lifting her other tit. "We've already done so much, Mom. Is fucking really that much worse than me eating your pussy or you swallowing my cum?"

Violet moaned as Paul's fingers found her nipples, rubbing in gentle circles.

"It's the ultimate taboo," she gasped, her cunt tingling. "The one line I swore I wouldn't cross."

"But don't you want to?" Paul coaxed, pinching her rubbery teats. L"Don't you wanna feel my cock inside you, stretching you, filling you up? Making you cum harder than you ever have before?"

"Paul, stop this!" she blurted, her voice shaking with frustration as she jumped up from the ruffled bed sheets. She stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

"I'm sorry, I just..." Paul's voice trailed off, sounding apologetic and unsure.

She turned on the water in the shower, letting it drown out his words.

"Are you ok?" Paul asked through the door.

"I'm taking a shower and going for a walk," she replied firmly.

"What about breakfast?"

"That bitch can take her fancy breakfast and shove it up her ass!" Violet replied.

After a hot shower, Violet put on some yoga pants and a sexy tank top, then went for a walk through the train to clear her head. The encounter with Paul this morning had shaken her, forced her to confront the intensity of her forbidden desire.

She knew she was being unfair, blowing hot and cold, giving her son a taste of everything he craved only to deny him at the last minute. But the thought of actually fucking him, of taking that final, irrevocable step, terrified her even as it thrilled her to her core.

Lost in thought, Violet wandered into the observation car at the back of the train. She was surprised to find it empty save for one person – Jewel, reclining in one of the plush seats like a lounging lioness.

"Well hello there, Violet," the redhead purred, her emerald eyes glinting with mischief. "Fancy meeting you here. I trust you got my little gift this morning?"

Violet bristled, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. "I didn't appreciate your note," she said tightly. "My relationship with my son is none of your business."

Jewel laughed, a throaty, mocking sound. "Oh, but I think it is my business, sweet thing. You see, if you're not woman enough to give that gorgeous boy what he needs, then I'm more than happy to step in."

She uncrossed her long legs, letting her short skirt ride up to reveal the lacy tops of her thigh-high stockings. "I bet he's in your cabin right now, that big beautiful cock of his hard and aching, just begging for sweet, hot pussy. Such a shame to leave him unsatisfied..."

"He's my son!"

"Mmm, but that just makes it that much sweeter," Jewel purred, licking her lips. "Mother and son incest isn't as uncommon as you may think. Our bodies are similar. Maybe I'll let him call me mommy when he fucks me."

Violet felt a wave of anger and revulsion wash over her at Jewel's lewd suggestions.

She marched over to the redhead, looming over her.

"Now you listen to me, you filthy whore," Violet snarled, her voice low and dangerous. "I don't know what kind of sick, twisted fantasies you're getting off on, but you stay the hell away from my son. He's not some toy for you to play with."

Jewel seemed unfazed by Violet's fury, smirking up at her insolently. "Please! You want him just as badly as I do, maybe even more. You're just too much of a coward to take what's being offered to you on a silver platter."

She stood abruptly, bringing her face inches from Violet's, her perfume cloying and oppressive. "Face it, honey - if you don't fuck that boy soon, someone else will. He's young, virile, and bursting with need. It's only a matter of time before he sticks that big dick in a warm, willing hole, mommy issues be damned."

Violet recoiled as if slapped, Tanya's crude words hitting far too close to home. The thought of Paul seeking satisfaction in the arms of this vile temptress, or God forbid some silly little virgin who wouldn't know how to please him... it made Violet physically ill.

"You're wrong," she whispered, but there was no conviction in her voice. "Paul would never—"

"Oh, he would," Jewel cut her off smugly. "In fact, I'd wager he's jerking that pretty cock right this minute, wishing it was buried in Mommy's tight cunt instead of his fist. But hey, maybe I'll swing by and offer him a real hole to fill. I'm sure he'd love to unleash all that pent-up desire in a woman who actually puts out."

With a last contemptuous look, Jewel shouldered past the stunned Violet and sauntered out of the observation car, her ample hips swaying tauntingly.

Violet stood frozen, her mind reeling and her body humming with a toxic cocktail of rage, jealousy, and undeniable lust. Tanya's words echoed in her head, each one like a nail in the coffin of her resistance.

Paul's frustrated words from earlier came back to her - "Don't you wanna feel my cock inside you, stretching you, filling you up? Making you cum harder than you ever have before?"

God help her, but she did. She wanted her son with a ferocity that terrified her, wanted to claim him in the most primal way imaginable before anyone else could sink their claws into him.

As Violet made her way back to the cabin she shared with Paul, she couldn't help but pause when she passed Cabin 13.

The sound of intense gasps and heavy panting emanated from within, and she knew it Jewel's room.

"He wouldn't dare," the mother whispered to herself as she moved closer to the door and pressed her ear against it.

Her heart rate quickened as she recognized the unmistakable sounds of two bodies engaged in passionate sexual intercourse.

Panic washed over her as she wondered if Tanya had returned and propositioned her son, and they were now in there indulging in carnal pleasure. The thought made her stomach churn and her hands tremble.

Against Violet's better judgment, she peeked open the door just enough to peer inside.

Relief washed over Violet as she realized it wasn't Paul in there screwing Jewel, but rather his friend Cory that she had seen him chatting with the other day.

Still, the sight of the two naked bodies writhing together sent a bolt of illicit heat straight to her core. "I don't care who the bitch is fucking as long as it's not Paul," she thought.

For a moment, Violet stood there, mesmerized by the sight of Cory's young ass pounding between Jewel's splayed thighs on her cabin bed.

The boy's toned buttocks flexed as he drove into the wanton redhead over and over, her throaty moans of ecstasy filling the small space.

"Yes, yes, fuck me harder!" Jewel cried, her nails raking down Cory's sweat-slicked back. "Pound that big teenage cock into my hungry cunt!"

Cory grunted, pistoning his hips faster, the wet slap of flesh on flesh obscenely loud. "Take my fucking cock," he growled. "Milk me with that sloppy pussy. Gonna fill you with so much cum..."

Violet knew she should look away, that she was intruding on an intensely private moment. But she couldn't tear her eyes from the lewd spectacle, her own pussy clenching and dripping with arousal.

Is this what it would look like if she finally gave in to Paul? His strong young body driving into hers, his handsome face contorted in pleasure as he claimed her, marked her, made her his in the most elemental way? The thought made her dizzy with dark desire.

It struck Violet how beautifully their bodies moved together. Cory's lean muscles rippling as he thrust, Jewel's voluptuous curves undulating skillfully to meet him. There was a raw, primal grace to their coupling, a dance as old as time itself.

Unbidden, Violet imagined herself in Jewel's place - splayed out wantonly, being ravaged by a virile young stud. Except in her fantasy, it wasn't Cory between her thighs, but Paul. Her son's face hovering over hers, his eyes blazing with lust and love as he claimed her, filled her, made her his.

"Mom…" Fantasy Paul groaned as he hilted himself inside her. "You feel so good... so tight and hot and perfect..."

"Yes, baby," Fantasy Violet keened, wrapping her baby-smooth legs around his waist to pull him deeper. "Fuck Mommy, fuck me hard. I'm yours, only yours..."

Violet snapped out of her fevered imaginings, her heart pounding and her panties soaked through.

On the bed, Cory and Jewel were reaching their peaks, their movements growing frantic and erratic.

Jewel clung to the hard-humping teen, using her sexy legs as leverage to pull her naked ass from the mattress onto Cory's satisfying stiffness.