Barry & Janet – Just a Fantasy

Literotic asexstories – Barry & Janet – Just a Fantasy by idealogue2077

Barry knew his mother was special. While other kids had average mothers, his mom Janet had a magnetic personality, endless affection and warmth, and could uplift any situation.

She also just happened to be the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

She was lean, but had perfect curves and a thick, shapely butt to go along with her perfectly shaped breasts. But to him, her even greater asset was her cute, expressive face and deep, soft brown eyes.

She was a lively brunette, and her energetic and animated nature amplified her loveliness and drew others to her.

Janet had Barry when she was 16, so she was also young for a mother. Barry’s father was a few years older than Janet, and though they were forced into a marriage by an accidental pregnancy, the arrangement worked out as Barry’s father had inherited a great deal of wealth and was almost never around.

This worked well for Janet as she was never really in love with her husband and benefited from a financial windfall when they divorced nearly a decade earlier.

Having wealth allowed Janet to enjoy life without needing to work and allowed for her to easily take care of her son, Barry.

Even so, Janet became married to her job as a marketing executive, leaving her very little time for relationships.

* * * * * * * Barry’s First Love

After Barry sexually matured, his affection for his mom started to take a twist. It didn’t help that she had no problem showing off her incredible body.

Barry spent a good deal of time looking at internet porn and masturbating to all manner of women, but during his 18th year, he found a new muse.

Barry was alone in the house, his cock hard as usual. As he walked towards his room to Jerk off, he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw his mother out the window in their private back yard, tanning in her bikini.

He had pushed aside any sexual thoughts of his mother plenty of times, but in that moment he felt a compulsion. He thought to himself, it could be any woman’s body I am looking at, so I’ll just pretend it’s not her.

Barry took out his cock and began stroking it as he looked at his mother stretched out on her back in her tanning chair. Just for a moment, he let go of his usual reservation and ogled his mother’s shapely legs, taut tummy, perfect tits, and lastly, her inviting crotch, covered by her thin bikini bottoms.

Once Barry let loose from his mental constraints, he was shocked at how hard he was and how tight his balls got while he rubbed his dick.

He imagined sliding it up against his mother’s bikini-covered pussy…and just that quickly, he ejaculated harder than he had his entire life, his cock squirting pumps of jism onto the window as he almost passed out.

Ohh fuck, Barry thought, quickly getting a towel to wipe off any evidence.

From that day on, Barry had a realization. No matter what he tried, there was only one woman that excited him this much when he masturbated — his mother, Janet.

* * * * * * * Barry’s Fetish

Over time, Barry became bolder with his fantasies, sometimes snapping pictures of his mom when she wasn’t aware.

He felt a thrill when he was in his room alone and able to fully fantasize about her each day. It was only a matter of time before Barry found a pair of Janet’s panties she had left on the bathroom floor.

She must have taken a quick shower and forgot about them. Barry felt a jolt of excitement as he grabbed the panties and went back to his room.

He lifted them to his face and smelled the sweet tangy scent of Janet’s pussy. His dick was harder than he had ever experienced. Being this close to such a private, intimate part of his mother was exhilarating.

He rubbed his dick on the inside of her panties, knowing this was where her pussy had been. He ejaculated almost immediately, shooting his load into Janet’s panties.

From that point on, Barry made it a habit to swipe pairs of Janet’s used panties, careful to do it sparsely. He knew he would be deeply ashamed if she found out.

Janet had noticed Barry’s development and was proud of how handsome he had become. She loved him deeply, but had never allowed her mind to cross over into anything taboo. That is until she discovered Barry’s fetish years later.

Janet was cleaning while Barry was away playing sports, when she noticed a swatch of colored fabric peeking out from the edge of Barry’s mattress.

She lifted the mattress and felt an initial shock as she quickly realized several pairs of her panties were laying there. She picked one up and noticed the crotch was covered in a crusty substance. She was shocked with the realization that Barry had been coating her panties with his cum. How long has he been doing this? she wondered.

She further rationalized that it wasn’t personal or directed at her since he probably would have used any feminine object to get himself off — he was a horny teen now and her panties just happened to be accessible.

She thought she had it figured out until, by accident, she bumped the laptop on his nightstand, facing his bed. He had forgotten to lock it and the screen saver vanished. What she saw made her gasp.

His most recent images were on screen. It wasn’t internet porn he had up, as she might have imagined, it was images of her!

There were two enlarged pictures, sitting side-by-side. They were clearly what he had been masturbating to most recently.

One was a picture he had secretly taken of her as she lay sunbathing. It was close enough that she realized she must have been sleeping when he took advantage of the situation. Her body left very little to the imagination.

In the other picture she was wearing her business attire — a particularly sexy outfit she liked to show off.

He must have snuck a picture of her as she leaned over the kitchen counter to grab something.

Her skirt was slightly raised, revealing a glimpse of her teal panties along with her ample butt and toned legs. Those same panties were in Barry’s mattress, and that picture was from only days before.

Janet thought, No wonder I sometimes can’t find my panties? He must use them and eventually wash and return them to hide the evidence.

She didn’t close the pictures, but explored the folder he had open. There were hundreds of pictures of her. There was no mistake, Barry was thinking of her as he masturbated.

She felt slightly violated, but instead of disgust, she felt pride swelling up inside her. Barry could have any woman he desired — he was that gorgeous and appealing — but he clearly found her to be more desirable than other women.

On a whim, she pulled open his mattress, as she recalled the teal panties from the picture were in there. She retrieved them and noticed right away that they were dripping wet.

She realized he had just ejaculated onto them probably less than an hour before. Her mind suddenly pictured him laying there looking at that picture, thinking of taking her from behind as she leaned over the counter in her business attire.

She was overcome by disgust and arousal.

She had been keeping her subsconscious at bay when it came to Barry. She recalled moments where she had admired his body, and even times when he hung out with her and touched her where she felt an attraction. She was ashamed to admit it, but Barry sometimes popped into her head when she masturbated.

A couple months before, Janet walked past one of the bathrooms and saw Barry through the smallest crack in the door. He was standing naked, admiring his penis in the mirror.

She couldn’t look away. It was beautiful. She watched fascinated as he played with it and made it hard.

With shame she recalled the times that image of his dick made her wet as she masturbated at night before bed.

She clearly had needs, and since her divorce years ago, she had no desire to deal with men in her life. Maybe that had perverted her?

She felt weak as a mix of shame and arousal washed over her, starting to give in to the arousal provoked by the flurry of revelations she found in Barry’s room. Whatever power she had left to keep her thoughts contained had reached its limits.

Janet dipped her finger into Barry’s cum and lifted it to her nose. She smelled it and then as though she had lost all control of her body, tasted it. She had never loved the taste of cum, but something about his cum tasted good to her.

Her pussy was wet and she needed to touch herself. Rather than leaving the room, she laid right where Barry had been and pulled her panties down and rubbed the used panties against her crotch, further lubricating it with Barry’s cum. Ohhhh fuck, she thought as she played with herself, I’m going to cum!

Janet’s orgasm was earth shattering. She lay twitching on the bed, her eyes rolled back into her head until it subsided.

After that, Janet didn’t think of Barry every now and then when she masturbated. She thought of him every time she masturbated, knowing it was a dark secret to be tucked away and only taken out during her most intimate moments in the dark before bed.

Over time, Janet became used to the sexual tension between her and Barry. If she was honest, she liked it. Now that she knew what to look for, she could count on Barry trying his best to not get caught.

She loved to hug and touch him, full well knowing he was doing his best to conceal his secret desires. She even posed surreptitiously when she was wearing particularly sexy outfits, pretending she was unaware of Barry’s secret photos of her.

Like clockwork, whatever panties she had recently worn would go missing out of her dirty clothes hamper. She would picture him pumping away thinking of her, and it never failed to give her a warm feeling in her tummy.

* * * * * * * A Line Crossed

One night after Janet got home, she had a little too much wine, while she and Barry watched TV together. The local news reported a flurry of burglaries in their area. As she watched the news, a terrible idea hatched in Janet’s mind.

It was a Friday night, and it was probably the buzz from her wine impairing her judgment, but she thought about how much she enjoyed the extra attention her son paid to her. She wanted to up the stakes.