Finishing School

Literotic asexstories – Finishing School by AshRynn87,AshRynn87 A three point-of-view tale of cuckoldry, voyeurism, and coming of age. 

Cast of Main Characters

Jonathan Borden – Son

Kelsi Borden – Mother

Brent Borden – Father

Locations in this story are real, but this is a work of fiction. All characters are 18 years of age or older and are consenting participants. Enjoy!

Jonathan

My name is Jonathan Borden, and I am about to start my senior year at Culver Academies. It is a boarding school in the middle of Bum Fuck, Indiana for Chicago socialites, wannabe Tik Tok and Instagram influencers, future military leaders, athletes seeking Division I college scholarships, and brainiacs hoping to be the next Elon Musk and Jeff Bezos. It is a melting pot of the Midwest’s up-and-comers located on the shores of Lake Maxinkuckee (yes, that’s its real name), but everyone just calls it Culver Lake. The school and lake are in North-Central Indiana, about two hours from Chicago, two hours from Indianapolis, and three hours from Detroit. Of all the cliques, the jocks and socialites tend to blend, but the others seem to isolate. The military brats even have different uniforms, pretend ranks, and additional military classes, formations, and duties. 

As for me, I don’t fit in with any of the groups. My parents sent me here after my first semester in the Chicago public school system where I was constantly harassed and sent home with black eyes and bloody noses. Rather than send me to a 15 thousand dollar per year private school in the city, my brilliant parents decided to ship me off to a 50 thousand dollar per year boarding school.

“It will help him toughen up!” Said my dad.

My mom reasoned, “You’ll be able to find more kids with similar interests at Culver than you would in the city.”

Neither could be farther from the truth. If I was a loaner in the city, I’m practically invisible at this institution of higher learning and refinement. I don’t have any friends. I don’t participate in any extracurricular activities (not that I would be any good if I did). The only thing I have going for me is that my parents actually own a lake house on the western shore of Lake Maxinkuckee. This doesn’t make me popular with any of the other kids as several other students have parents with the same set-up, but I have a first class VR gaming rig set up in the basement. Of course I can only use it on the weekends when I have passes off campus, but as a senior, every weekend is free. For once, I am actually looking forward to leaving the city for Indiana. 

“I have a feeling that this is going to be your year, Honey! Are you excited to be a senior?” My mom, Kelsi, asked. 

“I’m excited to have more time at the lake house, but besides that, I don’t see anything about this year that will be different from the last three, Mom.”

“Well, make sure you invite some of your friends over. They’re lucky to know someone with a place on the other side of the lake.”

I had told my mom countless times that I didn’t have any friends. Barely anyone even knew my name, let alone that I spent my weekends off campus. At least I wasn’t getting my face pummeled every week. I was a C student with no talents outside of gaming. I wasn’t muscular or smart or even funny. At 5’9″ and 150 pounds, I blended right in with the background and that was the way I liked it. If I could live in my VR rig, I would do so happily. 

“Just remember,” my dad Brent chimed in. “No drinking and boating, and for God’s sake, get a girlfriend so you don’t have to take your mother to the Refinement Gala.”

Fuck! I had tried my best to block that out. Every year during Parent’s Weekend, the school hosted the Refinement Gala. It was a huge ball that served as a culmination of all the manners and courtesies that we had been taught across the previous three years. It was meant to act as the senior class’s introduction to adulthood. It was expected to be a semi black tie affair in which everyone brought a date. Some of the military dweebs would even invite minor celebrities in the tradition of the military balls. There was always a rumor of some kid that someone knew who pulled it off and got some hot celeb or another to attend, but no one ever had any concrete proof. The only surefire way to be the laughing stock of the class was to be forced to take a parent or sibling in place of an actual date, which of course was looking more and more like it was in my future.

“Oh, leave him be, Brent. I’m sure Johnny has plenty of options for a date to the Gala.”

My mom then turned towards me.

“But if you don’t, Honey, I would be happy to be your date for the evening. Don’t let your father get to you.” She said with a scowl directed back at my father. 

“Thanks Mom. Thanks Dad.” I said as I hugged them each in turn and headed down to the car to start the trek to Culver for the fall semester. “I’ll see you in a few weeks for Parent’s Weekend.”

Kelsi

“I don’t understand why you are always so hard on him, Brent. You know he has never responded well to tough love.”

“Tough love, ha! Tough love was what he got from those gang bangers in public school. I just want him to grow up and stop living his life in a video game, for Christ sake. He’s never going to become a man if he lives in virtual reality half the time. We never should have bought him that rig. What I should do is take away his lake house privileges.”

I just shook my head at my numbskull husband. 

“He’s been looking forward to all the time he’s going to get to spend there this year. You can’t just take it away from him. What kind of father would do that?

“The kind of father that wants to see his only child become an adult. That was the whole point of sending him to Culver in the first place.”

I gave Brent an over dramatic eye roll. 

“If you would open your eyes you would see that he is becoming an adult. He’s more responsible, he’s well dressed and groomed. Hell, his grades have even started to come up. Maybe if you wouldn’t focus all of your energy on him finding a girlfriend, he would be more receptive to you. And besides, I would be honored to be his date for the gala. He doesn’t need to be an adult in every way. He’s only 18.”

“He needs to get laid is what he needs.”

“Brent!”

My mouth hung open in shock.

“I’m just being honest, Kelsi. If he had a girlfriend he wouldn’t need to spend so much time in his virtual reality. You know when he’s not playing war games he’s spending his time with an anime girl in VR. I’d rather him use the lake house to get an actual girl in bed than jerking off with the help of an AI computer.”

“And how would you know all that, Brent? Sometimes…I swear your mind cooks up the wildest rumors. He likes his video games. So did you when you were his age.”

“Yeah, but I got out of it once I discovered I could see boobs.”

“Jesus,” I scoffed with another eye roll. “You’re more childish than he is.”

I left the living room and moved to our bedroom, partially to get away from Brent, but also so that I could look for Jonathan as he drove away. To be completely honest, Brent was right in a way, but Jonathan was still my little Johnny. He would always be my baby boy, and I didn’t want to think of him with a virtual girl or a real girlfriend. Several of our friends were dealing with unwanted pregnancies, abortions, and children with STDs due to their promiscuous sex lives. I was happy that those weren’t our problems. Sure, Johnny could use some real human interaction, but he wasn’t hurting anyone: he wasn’t hurting himself; he wasn’t in trouble with the school or the law. He was just socially awkward. 

Despite his awkwardness, he was becoming an adult. I could see it more and more over the summer. After a few days he would have a bit of stubble and have to shave. He was also no longer the scrawny kid he was as a freshman. He wasn’t muscular or athletic by any means, but you could tell he was no longer a boy. By his father’s definition, though, he wasn’t a man until he’s slept with a woman. By that reasoning he might not be a man until he’s 40, if even then. The way I saw it, he’d be ready in his own time. Trying to force it could only end in two ways; he’d develop an unhealthy relationship with sex or he’d have a bad experience and would isolate himself permanently. Either way was unacceptable, and besides, part of me wanted to go to the gala with him just to see how much he has really transformed over the past three years. 

Brent

Jonathan was on a path to irrelevance and his mother seemed to be indifferent. She was happiest pretending that Jonathan was still her little 10 year old when the reality was that he was an 18 year old that acted like a 10 year old. We sent him to Culver to give him every opportunity that his mother and I didn’t have at his age. I had hoped that he would find something that interested him other than video games. Unfortunately his love for gaming intensified and his ability to contribute to society was stuck at pre-teen levels. I’m hard on Jonathan, but my father was always hard on me when I needed guidance, just like his father before him. Teenagers are dumbasses, and Jonathan was no different. I just needed to find the right way to reach him. 

Kelsi thought I was being ridiculous when I said he just needed to get laid, and she had a point, but I saw that as a better result than our son living his life in virtual reality. I’m not as clueless as my wife would believe. I would never have agreed to buy that damn VR rig if it was just for Jonathan. Truth be told, I enjoyed using it as well. Kelsi and Jonathan seemed to be none the wiser. I knew that our son had a virtual girlfriend because I had stumbled upon it while playing around myself. There is nothing creepier than a bimbo anime waifu accidentally mistaking you for your son when you wander into the wrong program. I still can’t get that creepy accented voice calling me “Jonatan” out of my head.

I know the odds of him actually connecting with a real girl his own age are rapidly falling. The more time he spends with that AI, the less likely he is to even try to find a girl in the real world. Going to the gala with his mother will only push him further into his isolation, but I don’t know how to help him. Unfortunately his mother can’t see how bad the problem is, and I can’t explain without outing my own vices. 

I was lost in thought in my study when Kelsi called from the other room.

“Brent…it’s Jonathan on the phone. Pick up!”

I answered the phone on my desk.

“Hey Johnny! How was the first week?”

“Hey Dad. Pretty low key. Mostly just getting to know the teachers and going over the curriculum. It will start to pick up next week.”

Kelsi was still on the phone in the living room.

“Make sure you study. Don’t spend all your free time playing video games, mister.” She said. 

“I will, Mom. Don’t worry.” Jonathan responded.

“Any plans for the weekend?” I asked. 

“Not really. Still getting my room in order, then I’ll probably head to the lake house…maybe order a pizza.”

I sighed. “Ok, try to get out and socialize. And can I ask you to do me a favor?”

“Sure. What is it?” He asked.

“I want you to ask a girl to the gala this week. Can you do that for me?”

“…”

“Jonathan, did you hear me?”

“Yeah, I heard you, Dad.”

“So you’ll do it?” Kelsi chimed in.

“Yes, Mom. I’ll try.”

“Good luck!” I said. “And we’ll see you in a few weeks. Hope you enjoy your classes.” 

Jonathan

The first week of classes had gone really well, but after that phone call home, I couldn’t relax and enjoy my weekend. I should have waited until Sunday night to call my parents.  Now all I could think of was trying to ask someone to the gala and getting rejected, because, let’s face it, that is exactly what was going to happen. 

I went to the lake house and went straight to my room in the basement. The whole level had been turned into my bedroom and living space for when I wanted to get away from school. I had an ugly red sofa, a 65 inch flat screen TV, a queen sized bed, a desk and computer, and of course my VR rig. It consisted of the console itself, VR goggles, haptic gloves, an omnidirectional treadmill, a gaming chair with different levels of haptic feedback, and several remotes, including my favorite, a simulated M-4 rifle with grenade launcher for my special forces simulator. The military nerds at Culver would probably nut at the chance to try it out instead of drilling with their old ass M-1 Garandes. 

I slipped into the rig and set up a rescue mission in Fallujah, but halfway through I lost focus and was KIA along with half my team. I booted up my virtual living space and was greeted by Yuki. She was usually my only solace when I was in a bad mood, but today, even her cute accent and slutty clothes couldn’t prevent me from thinking about what I had to do. And it’s not like I can tell my virtual girlfriend that I have to ask another girl on a date because my father said so…how do I even explain that to an AI? Yuki could sense my apprehension and offered to give me a hand job. Currently that consisted of me holding my cock with my gloved hand and her using different pressure and vibration patterns to get me to cum. I had hoped to convince my dad to buy the full haptic suit, but that was now seeming less and less likely. 

I thanked Yuki for the offer, but politely declined. Instead I said goodbye and turned off the rig altogether. Instead of spending time with Yuki, I laid on my bed and tried to figure out who the hell I was going to ask to the gala. There were several girls who I’d love to take, but they were all super good looking and as a result were extremely popular. They likely wouldn’t even know who I was. I expected to get laughed at either way, but asking one of them would bring additional unnecessary ridicule by the rest of the class. There was a girl in a few of my classes that was cute in a homely sort of way. She was a bit nerdy, and really smart, but you could tell that she would be attractive if she cared to put any effort into her look. Her name was Lily, and she didn’t know it yet, but on Monday she was going to get quite the surprise. The only problem was that I had no idea what to say. 

Monday came and I was a ball of nerves. I had three classes with Lily, so that gave me several opportunities to ask her to the gala. I wasn’t able to come up with anything clever, so I felt simple and straight to the point was the best way forward. Now I just had to build up the courage to actually go through with it. 

First period was Calculus. I was so deep in hell with figuring out how to not fail that I was in no shape to ask Lily out after taking a beating from Mr. Biehl for 55 minutes. That gave me Biology to regather myself before trying again during US History. 

I had successfully steeled my nerves and was ready to approach Lily after history class. I walked up to her and tried to break the ice.

“Hey Lily? How’s it…”

Before I could even finish my greeting, Carmen pushed her way in front of me and started talking to Lily. I stood there dumbfounded as she deliberately turned to glare at me as they walked away. 

“Well, strike two,” I thought to myself. I still had lunch and Latin class during the last period where I could try again. Or I could just tell my dad that I tried and she said no. It would pretty much be the same result, and he’d never know the difference. 

“No, I didn’t just promise my dad that I’d try, I promised myself too. You don’t want to be stuck taking your mom to the gala. You’ve got to do this today.”

I repeated that promise to myself over and over in my head throughout the rest of the day. I could do this. 

Lunch and the afternoon classes dragged on and on. Latin finally came, and while you would think it would have been the most boring class of them all, our teacher, Mr. Rhodes was hilarious. He was the only reason I stuck with Latin for four years versus switching to something more practical like Spanish or French. Of course I knew almost zero Latin, but I got Bs and didn’t have to work really hard. Lily sat right in front of me, so when the final bell rang, I made sure to get right up and grab her attention. 

“Hey Lily!” I started. “Are you heading straight back to the dorms?” 

“Um, Jonathan…yeah, I am.”

“Cool, me too. Um, can I ask you a question while we walk?”

I started with an easy question. Can I ask you a question. Get a first yes out of her before asking the big question. 

“Uh, sure. Let me grab my things.”

I walked with Lily down the hall to her locker. We talked about Latin and how it was too bad that it was our last year with Mr. Rhodes and how screwed we were going to be for taking a language in college. She grabbed her things and we carried on outside.

“So, what did you want to ask me?” She said.

“I…I, uh, was wondering if you had a date to the Gala yet, and if not, would you like to go with me?”

“Oh…um, sorry Jonathan. I’d really like to, but I can’t. I’m already going with someone. But…”

I cut her off because I didn’t have the strength to listen to the rest of her rejection. “Ok, sorry to bother you.”

I turned across the quad and made my way toward the male dorm. I could tell Lily was trying to get my attention, but I just couldn’t turn and face her. What was done was done. I had tried and the result was exactly what I expected. At least I could tell my dad that I tried and let my mom know to make sure she brought a gown for Parents’ Weekend. 

Kelsi

Even though Brent and I were disappointed that Jonathan wasn’t able to find a date to the gala, I was proud of him just for asking. Brent, of course, pressured Jonathan into trying again, but after talking with him it was obvious that he truly tried and was truly hopeful that his friend Lily would say yes. After being rejected, he just didn’t have it in him to try again. While I was sad for him, I was excited that we would have this last opportunity to have a makeshift Mother-Son dance. I would also do my best to limit the awkwardness for Jonathan. 

I wasn’t quite sure how to do that, but I figured I could try my best to act like an actual date and not like his mother. Brent was highly supportive and encouraging of that plan. 

“I’m going to have a chat with Jonathan and tell him to treat you as if you were on a date,” Brent said as if it were his idea. “He needs that experience and you’ll need to play along, Kelsi.”

I wanted to roll my eyes at him, but he was so in the zone that I doubt he would have noticed. We packed our things and headed out of the city for the Indiana countryside. The whole way, Brent continued on about how I should act, how Jonathan should act, and how he could help. 

Finally, I had had enough. “I think we can figure out how to get through the evening without any help honey. Jonathan is growing up. I think he’ll surprise you with how he treats me. But just in case, I’ll be sure to give you all the juicy details.” I gave him a silly wink to drive home the point. 

That finally seemed to calm him down and the rest of the drive to Culver was uneventful. When we arrived at the cabin, we both got settled and unpacked what we had brought with. Mostly just some groceries for the weekend, a few sundries and snacks for Jonathan, and of course my gown for Saturday evening. I hung it in the closet with my heels and put my undergarments in the dresser for later. Once everything was put away, we hopped back in the car and made the drive to Culver for the start of Parent’s Weekend. 

Jonathan met us for lunch on campus and then we were invited to attend his afternoon classes. Having attended the previous two years, it was nothing new or exciting, but it was always nice to see the facilities and faculty that we were paying so much for. We sat through Physics and Latin, which were both way over my head, but Jonathan seemed to enjoy them both, and Brent seemed interested as well. 

Brent also became interested in a girl that Jonathan was looking at in Latin class.

“Is that the girl you asked to the Gala?” He asked Jonathan. 

“Not now, Dad.”

“She’s actually pretty cute. Nice work.”

“Dad, she said no, and not now, please.”

“I’m just saying,” Brent continued. “Why’d she say no.”

I finally cut in. “Will you please leave him alone? He asked and she said no. He did all we asked of him.”

Brent was quiet for the rest of the class, but I could tell he was itching to ask more about this Lily girl. Once classes were over, we all went to one of the quads for a BBQ and gathering. Jonathan seemed to enjoy himself and introduced us to a few people, but every time his father mentioned Lily, Jonathan shied away, clearly uncomfortable. 

The evening came, and we all drove back to the lake house for the night. The next day would be busy with a pep rally, football game, post game party, and of course the gala. Jonathan said his good nights and went straight for his video games, which angered Brent. 

“Just let him be,” I said. “Besides, I didn’t just pack a gown for tomorrow. I also brought that skimpy lingerie set you bought me last month.”

That got his undivided attention and freed up Jonathan to do whatever it was he did on that VR rig for the evening.

“The things we do for our children.” I thought to myself. 

Brent

Kelsi peaked my interest when she mentioned the lingerie, but my mind was still on Jonathan going straight for his virtual girlfriend. I couldn’t see what he liked about it, especially when compared to an actual woman or girl his age. In fact, I refused to call that abomination a she. I was fuming as I sat there on the bed imagining the sick things my son was doing in the basement. 

It wasn’t until Kelsi stepped out of the bathroom and seductively laid on the bed wearing a black sheer mesh teddy and matching stockings with stiletto heels that she had my full attention. The sight of her curvy, round C cup breasts, with just a hint of sagging and her pert nipples straining against the nylon mesh of the bodysuit had me fully erect and made me completely forget about Jonathan and his digital whore. I had my own plaything who was willing to give me all her attention. 

As beautiful a sight as her breasts were, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her long shapely legs. She knew I loved it when she wore stockings, but she rarely ever indulge me in my fantasy. Kelsi must have really wanted me to lay off Jonathan. Despite her 43 years of age, Kelsi kept herself in great shape. She held a little extra skin on her tummy from her pregnancy, but besides that and the slight droop in her breasts, and the occasional wrinkle by her eyes when she smiled, she could easily be mistaken for a woman in her 20s. I just loved seeing her all dolled up, and she spared no expense tonight. 

Kelsi slowly crawled across the bed and made her way toward me, making sure she held my gaze the entire way. Quickly, she pulled down my pants and had my dick in her mouth without missing a beat. She always looked gorgeous sucking my dick, but my favorite sight in the world was watching her ride me cowgirl style with a mirror behind her. As much as I loved her and loved watching her as she rode me, I had always fantasized about her fucking another man the same way and riding his significantly more endowed cock. Of course, I’d never act on this fantasy or even tell her about it, but tonight, as she rode me, I pictured her being stretched out by a veiny, throbbing monster. 

As usual, when Kelsi indulge my fantasies, I came hard and I came quick. The blow job lasted probably three minutes, just enough to get me lubed up and put on a show, but the sex probably lasted half that. I just couldn’t help myself. I’d always try to hold out as long as I could, but the sight of her pussy engulfing my cock, as average as it was, and the fantasy in my head, had me racing past the point of return and climaxing before she even worked up a sweat. 

After Kelsi rolled off, we cleaned up and got into bed for the night. She kissed me on the forehead and we drifted off to sleep. For the first time in weeks it was minus the thoughts of my son and his perversions. 

Jonathan

The day of the gala got off to a surprisingly good start. Dad seemed to be in a good mood at breakfast, and we all happily ate, dressed, and headed out for the early pep rally and football game without me once having to hear about the gala or my lack of a proper date. I was hopeful that he might have just accepted the situation for what it was and would try to enjoy the weekend at the lake. On top of that, the game was actually kind of fun. 

I couldn’t usually care less about the school football games, but today we were apparently playing one of the top schools from Michigan and we were a significant underdog. I don’t know much about the game, but the crowd was into it, which made it all the more exciting. We actually came from behind and won the game in the closing minutes. Several of my classmates gave me high fives and hugs as we celebrated the victory. It was actually the first time that I felt part of the school and was happy to be there. 

The euphoria continued as I celebrated on the way back to the lake house, all the way up until I had to start getting ready for the gala. That was when the dread started to creep back up and I felt the tension between myself and my father slowly rising. I showered and dressed myself in my best suit. It was a charcoal colored three-piece with a vest that I paired with a light gray button down shirt, my best wingtips, and a silver pocket square and tie. Surprisingly, I actually felt good about how I looked. It was pretty amazing what nice clothes could actually do for a person’s confidence. 

Of course all the confidence my suit gave me was dashed when my father came to chat as I sat upstairs to wait for my mother.

“You look good Jonathan. Are you ready for tonight?”

“Thanks Dad, as best as I can be, I guess.”

“Good, good. I just wanted to remind you…”

I sighed as he started, waiting to hear the same old criticisms.

“I just wanted to remind you…” he continued, “to have fun tonight. I know this isn’t your idea of a good time, and that you’re not totally comfortable in these situations, but it is your senior year, and even though your mother is your date tonight, you’ll likely remember and think back on this night as you get older. For your sake, I hope you will look back on it fondly.”

I was totally caught off guard and was struggling to keep up with what my father was saying. I’d never quite gotten this kind of pep talk from him before.

“Do your best to treat your mother as an actual date. She’s obviously your mother, but treat her as if she was a girl you really liked. This night is as important for her as it is for you. So please, do me that favor, and have a great time.”

“Tha…thanks Dad. I’ll do my best.” I stuttered. “I hope I can show mom a good evening.” 

“She will enjoy it regardless, but it will mean that much more to her if you do too. I know you’ll do your best to show her a good time.”

I was still stunned at how well that had gone when my mother stepped out from the bedroom and into the living room. I had thought I understood what my Dad had been telling me, but when I laid eyes on my mother, I knew this night meant more to her than even my father had described. I had never seen my mother look so elegant. She was always proper and I’d seen her dressed up before for events here and there, but her outfit made me immediately feel underdressed and overwhelmed. 

My mother strutted into the room as if she were walking the red carpet on her way to the biggest blockbuster of the summer. She wore a satin floor length strapless ball gown with a modest slit that went up to her mid thigh. Beneath she wore black nylons and platform pumps. Her neck was adorned with what appeared to be a diamond necklace of several lengths, choker to just above her chest. They had to be fake, otherwise it would have cost a fortune. Her only other jewelry were her more than real engagement and wedding bands, which glistened in the fading sunlight coming in through the windows. 

What caught me most off guard was her bold makeup. My mother typically sported a very natural and muted look. Dressing up maybe meant a shade darker eyeshadow. The woman that stepped out of the house with me was hardly recognizable as my mother. She had dark, bold eyeshadow that highlighted her electric blue eyes. Her lips were stained with a dark red lipstick and her face was bronzed and blushed in a way that highlighted her high cheekbones and petit nose. Lastly, her hair, which she often wore up, was styled with a slight curl and hung down, just past her bare shoulders. 

I felt the small bit of confidence that I had worked up fleeing from every pore of my body. How was I supposed to show my mother a good time tonight? Hell, how was I supposed to enjoy tonight?

My father stepped up beside me and nudged me in the ribs. I broke my gaze away from my mother to notice my father handing me a solitary long stemmed rose.

“Give this to your mother and compliment her dress.” He whispered. 

“Uh huh.” Was all I could mutter. 

I took the rose from my Dad and stepped up to my mother. Although I had passed her in height years ago, she now came up to only half a head shorter than me in her heels. I presented her with the rose and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“You look amazing mom. Your dress is very elegant. Thank you for being my date tonight.”

She beamed with pride. Her eyes smiled for her, but her lips did the same.

“My, you look awfully handsome yourself Jonathan. That suit fits you perfectly. And what a lovely surprise. Thank you for the rose.”

She brought it to her face and gave the flower a gentle smell before taking my hand and walking back toward my father. 

“Doesn’t he look great Brent?”

“He certainly does, but I’m sorry Jonathan, not quite as good as your mother.”

“I’m not sure anyone will look as good as Mom tonight.”

My mother blushed at the compliment. 

“Thank you both. I’m sorry I took so long getting ready. We hardly have any time before the ferry picks us up.”

Two years ago, the school started chartering a ferry to bring gala attendees to and from their lake houses because students were borrowing their parents’ boats and speeding home with their dates at the end of the night. The resulting boat ban did not go over well, so the chartered ferry was an acceptable compromise. Our dock was one of the earlier stops on the route, so we had about a 30 minute boat ride to the other side of the two mile lake. 

As my father walked my mother and I to the end of the dock, we saw the two-level ferry approaching in the distance. It made a stop a few houses down and then made its way toward our house. 

My father shook my hand and gave Mom a hug. 

“Congratulations Jonathan. I hope this is the start of a great year for you. Enjoy your evening. I know you’ve worked hard to get here, but finish your high school years strong.”

I stood as straight as I could and thanked my father as I knew was appropriate considering the theme of the gala was the entering of adulthood for the senior class. It was still a shock to have my father treat me as an adult though. I didn’t know if that would continue after the day, but it was a welcome feeling, albeit a bit awkward. 

I gave my mother a hand and helped her board the ferry via the gangway. I feared the gentle waves would have her a bit wobbly on her heels, but she was steady as a rock. Nevertheless, she took my hand and thanked me for being a gentleman. We took a seat on the upper level and enjoyed the 30 minute cruise along the west side of the lake.

Kelsi

As nicely as the day had gone, the ferry ride to the Culver Gala was a tad awkward. I could tell that Jonathan was a bit uncomfortable, so I tried to make small talk with him and ask him if he knew anyone else on the ferry. He said he didn’t know anyone on the ferry yet very well, and other than a few short answers to my questions, he didn’t really open up. Instead I took his hand in mine and enjoyed the rest of the quiet ride.

I couldn’t help but gaze around at the others on the ferry though. As far as I could tell, I was the only parent going along as a date, so I couldn’t really blame Jonathan for not wanting to socialize. A few of the couples were quite loud and obnoxious as high schoolers can tend to be. Several of the girls were dressed in impossibly tiny mini dresses that showed off their perky breasts and tiny waists. They shimmered with body glitter and you could smell their overuse of perfume from across the boat. I immediately felt old.

Eventually, what appeared to be another mother-son couple and a father-daughter couple boarded the ferry. They were just as quiet and awkward as Jonathan and I, but at least I wasn’t the oldest date on the boat anymore. 

As we pulled up to the Culver docks, Jonathan seemed to loosen up a bit. He stood and offered me his hand and asked if I’d like to accompany him to the lower level of the boat. I smiled and told him that it would be my pleasure. We made our way downstairs and waited by the gang plank to be the first off the ferry. Most of the others seemed content to remain as long as they could. I sensed that my son just wanted to get the evening started. When the boat came to a stop and the gang plank lowered, I slid my arm inside his and walked with him down the dock towards the student center, which would serve as our banquet hall for the evening. 

It was obvious that a lot of effort was put into the evening by the school. They had certainly classed up the otherwise bland student center. Black clothed tables with exquisite table settings and centerpieces lined the room. Everyone initially gathered in the back for hors devours and “cocktail” hour. Although some in attendance were over 21, all of the drinks served were mocktails, which was too bad because I could have used a hit of alcohol to take the edge off.

Jonathan and I took our formal picture, much like at a prom, but a bit classier. Although the photographer posed us as if we were a true date, not mother and son. Neither Jonathan nor I complained when he put us close together and had Jonathan wrap his arm around and place his hand on my belly. At least he was acting more confident and comfortable albeit still quiet. 

We both grabbed a drink and a few snacks and started to mingle. Jonathan introduced me to a few of his classmates, but it was obvious that he was uncomfortable telling everyone that his mother was his date. 

“Jonathan, if you want, you can just introduce me as Kelsi. You don’t need to advertise that I’m your mother.”

He shrugged. 

“It’s okay Mom. I don’t mind.”

Just before everyone sat down for the banquet, Lily, the girl that Jonathan had asked to the gala, came over to say hello.

“Jonathan…Jonathan! Hi!” She said as she worked to get his attention.

“Oh, hi Lily.” He shifted nervously, still embarrassed to introduce me. “This is my Mom, Kelsi.”

“Nice to meet you Mrs. Borden,” she said as she shook my hand.

“Where is your date, Lily?” I asked.

“Here he comes.” she said as she pointed at a young man walking this way with a pair of drinks in his hand.

He was very handsome. I could see what she liked about him.

“But that’s what I wanted to tell you earlier Jonathan. That’s Reggie. He’s actually my cousin. For some reason his parents convinced mine that I needed to go as his date. I’m sorry I couldn’t go with you, but maybe later in the evening you can save a dance for me?”

“I…I’d like that Lily. As long as it’s okay with my date.”

Jonathan looked at me with desperation in his eyes.

“Of course!” I responded. “What kind of date would I be if I didn’t let a beautiful woman of Jonathan’s own age steal a dance or two. It’s nice to meet you too Lily. I hope we get to see more of you.”

I caught Jonathan staring at Lily as she and Reggie walked to their seats. I could definitely see what he liked about her. She was short and curvy, only about 5’2″ or so, but what she lacked in height, she made up for with an impressive chest. Her perky DD breasts would have cleavage in a turtleneck, and despite the fact that she too was on a date with a family member, she certainly didn’t mind showing off her ample boobs in a navy blue halter top gown. Although, she likely didn’t have a choice. There probably weren’t many dresses that could contain her up top. Her knee length dress shimmered as she walked away and I saw Jonathan sneak a peek at her rear end. Lily wasn’t fat, but she was thick. Her dress almost appeared to be painted on, but she looked classy with just a hint of sluttiness. It’s something I would have worn in my younger days. I would definitely be keeping my eye on her.

Jonathan 

This day was getting wilder and wilder by the minute. At every turn I was expecting disaster, but this was turning out to be one of the best days of my life. I can’t remember a time where I enjoyed myself in a social situation as much as I had so far today. I was initially embarrassed to introduce Mom as my date, but no one really seemed to care. It’s not like I hung out with any of these kids anyway. In fact, I saw several of the guys do a double take as my mom and I walked by, only to get a stern look from their dates.  It actually felt pretty good.

Lily asking me to dance later in the evening was the icing on the cake. I felt bad for how I ran away after she rejected me last week. My mind raced with ideas of how we could have made this work without me having to take my mom, but then when I glanced at her, I was reminded of how much she was looking forward to tonight and I tried to shut those thoughts off before I got carried away. 

Dinner came and went. We used all the etiquette training that we had learned over the previous three years during the five course meal. Mom and I ate well, but made sure not to over indulge. There were three other couples at our table. One couple were kids I didn’t know, the second was Brian and Courtney. I knew them from a few of my classes, and we exchanged pleasantries and talked about the day as a whole. The third couple was actually the father/daughter couple from the ferry ride, a girl named Brittany and her father Howard.

Brittany was a quiet, mousey type, but it was obvious that Howard was trying to hit on my mom. I’m not sure if Howard was married or not, but my mother was thoroughly uninterested. As dinner progressed, she angled herself more and more towards me. Eventually her left leg was pressed up against me as she struggled to keep away from Howard.

“As soon as dinner ends, I’m going to excuse myself to the bathroom. Please follow me to make sure Howard here doesn’t do the same.” My mother whispered in my ear.

When my mother excused herself, I stood with her, as a gentleman should, and pushed her chair back in for her. I followed a few steps behind, and as Howard went to rise, I ever so slightly bumped his chair so he couldn’t immediately get up to follow us. That gave my mom just enough time to get away as I apologized to Howard and his daughter. 

I then went to the bathroom myself and waited for my mother to rejoin me.

She emerged a few minutes later and thanked me for my help.

“Want to show me what kind of moves you have on the dance floor?” She asked.

“I’m afraid I don’t have any moves, Mom. You might have to teach me.”

“Well then, follow me.” She said as she slipped her arm in mine and led me to the dance floor.

It wasn’t crowded yet, as only a few couples were dancing while most lingered by the tables or the mock bar. Mom started slowly and instructed me how to move my hips with the music. As embarrassing as it is to admit, she was enchanting to watch. Her dress dripped off of her like liquid as she moved to the beat. I did my best to mimic her, but I was far less coordinated. Still, I was having a surprisingly good time. 

A slow song came on and my mom pulled me in close. She put my arms around her waist as she draped hers around my neck. As she swayed her hips back and forth, I could feel her pressing up against me. Her chest pressed against mine and she inadvertently rubbed against my manhood. I tried not to, but I couldn’t help myself. I was getting hard and felt myself pressing into her hip. If Mom noticed, she didn’t say anything. She and I just talked about how it was a wonderful evening and how she was so proud of me.

As the dance ended, we pulled apart and I noticed Lily walking up to us. I had forgotten about her for a moment. All the blood rushed back from my engorged cock and immediately flushed my face. I could feel myself radiating heat. 

“Hey Jonathan…ready for that dance you promised?” She asked.

“Um, sure. If that’s alright with my date, of course.”

My mom stepped back and motioned us together. 

“By all means…you two have fun. I need to rest my feet anyway.” 

I took Lily’s hand and joined her on the dance floor as my mom went to have a seat.

Kelsi

I was happy for Jonathan. He and Lily looked right together. They were both a tad awkward as they danced, each just a fraction off of the beat, but their smiles were genuine and they looked like a proper couple. So why did I feel a pang of jealousy in my gut? I immediately felt myself fall into mean girl mode. Who does this bitch think she is? Look at this slut pushing her tits into Jonathan’s face. Does she think he likes that? She’s not nearly as attractive as I am, is she?

I had to remind myself to breathe. I was comparing myself to a high schooler. She was a perfectly nice young lady who was actually interested in my son. The same son who I was worried about just last week would never have a girlfriend. I put on a smile and then watched in horror as Lily pulled my Jonathan in close for a slow dance.  She pressed her large breasts against his chest as his hands rested on her lower back and ever so slightly drifted south. What was wrong with me? I needed a drink. Damn this place for not serving alcohol. 

As I walked toward the bar Howard intercepted me. How long had he been watching? 

“Kelsi, any chance I could steal you away for a dance?”

I smirked.

“I’ll make you a deal Howard…if you get me a double of something strong, you can have the next dance.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” He nodded and went on his way.

In less time than I had imagined, Howard was back holding a flask. I didn’t actually think he’d succeed, but a drink to steel the nerves was worth suffering him pawing at me for a few minutes. I had suffered through worse. I took the flask, popped the top and took two big pulls from it. Tequila! And not that crappy José Cuervo either. Probably Don Julio. I already felt it warming my insides and loosening my nerves. 

“Jesus Kelsi, you weren’t supposed to slam it in the middle of the dance floor. I got it from one of the chaperones. You were supposed to hide it.”

I shrugged. “Oopsie.” Then a took another small nip and handed it back to Howard.

Now flooded with warm, happy thoughts, I allowed Howard to lead me out for a dance. As expected, his hands were all over me, but I hardly noticed as I looked for Jonathan and Lily. I finally spotted them still dancing a few feet over. Howard kept trying to lead me away, but I was able to hold close enough to keep my eye on the kids. 

The song ended and I watched as Lily gave Jonathan a hug and moved away. The DJ announced that this would be the final song, and as he started the ballad, Howard attempted to pull me closer to him. 

“Sorry Howie, this last dance is for my Jonathan. Thanks for the tequila!”

I quickly moved away and grabbed Jonathan by the wrist as he was leaving the dance floor. 

“Oh, there you are. I was wondering where you went mom.”

“Never mind that,” I said. “Did you save this last dance for me?”

“Of course.”

I pulled Jonathan close to me and laid my head on his shoulder as we finished out the evening. My heart was full of joy. I was so proud of my son for the man he was becoming. I was even happier having him in my arms. Who knew how many more times he’d allow that? 

The gala officially concluded, and all of those who took the ferry waited on the dock to board for our lake houses. It seemed like there were more than we had on the way over, but there were probably some after parties along the lake that kids were attending. Since we had a longer ride, I led Jonathan back up to the upper level and grabbed a secluded seat in the back, away from all the ruckus. As he sat across from me, I reached both of my hands for his, looked him in the eyes and just smiled.

Jonathan 

As I sat with Mom topside on the ferry, I couldn’t think of much to talk about, so we just looked out over the water and sat together quietly. She continued to hold my hand as if when she let go, she’d never get to do so again. I was happy to let her do so. 

I was still on cloud nine from dancing with Lily. I was super nervous, but I sensed that she was too. I finally relaxed and got to enjoy her company when we danced to a slow song. Thankfully Mom didn’t cut in, because we chatted and I asked Lily if she wanted to come over to the lake house next weekend. 

She agreed.

That was all I could think about and I couldn’t wait to tell my father. I hoped that small bit of news would encourage him to continue treating me as he had throughout the day. I had no idea what Lily and I would do together, and I was terrified to show her where I lived during the school year weekends, but I was excited all the same. 

The ferry started to empty as we got closer to the house. Mom turned toward me on the bench, and spread her knees just enough to thread one of my legs between hers in order to scoot just a little bit closer to me. On opposite benches, we turned to face one another and each moved so we were on the edge of our seats. Mom took my hands in hers and placed them on her knees. She took in a deep breath and paused, as if she didn’t know what to say, but after a brief moment, it all came out.

“Jonathan, I can’t thank you enough for tonight. This was an incredible evening, and I just want you to know how proud I am of you. You have certainly matured. Even more than I had been telling your father. I think you proved that, not only to him tonight, but to me as well. When I look at you, I no longer see that troubled, awkward boy. I see a young man. A handsome young man who knows how to properly treat a woman.”

I started to respond but she kept going, spilling all her feelings. 

“You didn’t make me feel like your mother tonight. You made me feel like a proper woman on a proper date. I know you could have spent more time with Lily. You two seem to have a nice connection, and I couldn’t be happier for you. But I have to admit, I got a bit jealous when I saw you two dancing. Don’t let that deter you from pursuing a relationship with her, if that is what you want. Just, as a mother, it’s hard to see your son growing up right before your eyes. I know that one day I’ll have to let you go to another woman. I just thank you for saving that last dance for me. I truly appreciate that gesture.”

She finally took a breath and let me process everything she had said. Of course I knew that she loved me and cared for me. And like my dad pointed out earlier, I knew that this night meant a lot to her. Apparently more than I had thought. 

“I’ll always be your boy, Mom. I’ll always save the last dance for you.”

She smiled. “That’s sweet honey, but one day, there will be another woman that you save the last dance for. And that’s okay.”

I looked down, not wanting to meet her eyes, knowing she was probably right. I noticed that the slit in her dress had ridden up, quite high actually. The lace top of her stocking was showing, along with the metal clasp of a garter. My groin stirred at the sight. She wasn’t wearing pantyhose, but stockings and a garter belt. It was like a magnet to my eyes. I tried to look away, but I couldn’t help myself. Mom was still a bit antsy in her seat, and the more she squirmed about the more her dress rode up. 

After a few seconds, the entire lace band was showing. I couldn’t believe she didn’t notice. What’s more, I couldn’t control the stiffening feeling in my pants. I knew it was wrong, but damn it was sexy. I took a brief glance up at Mom just so she knew I was still listening to her as she talked, but really all I could focus on were her gorgeous legs. As I looked back at her leg I noticed something odd about the design on the stocking. It looked like there was an outline of a person. No, it was two people. 

Then I saw what it really was. It was a picture of a woman riding a man cowgirl position designed into the lace top of her stockings. Had she worn these on purpose? Did she know that this blatant act of sex was on display? Did she know the effect she was having on her son? The more she moved as she professed her love for me, the more she was on display. It had to be deliberate, right? There’s no way she didn’t see my cheeks becoming flushed or the way I needed to shift to relieve the building pressure in my slacks. I was entranced. Captured in lust by the sight of my mother’s exquisite stocking clad leg.

Her next words broke the enslavement she had lured me into. 

“I love you Jonathan. I’m just sorry that you didn’t get an appropriate end to your evening. I wish there was something I could do for you.”

Was that an invitation? My hands were sweating, my face was on fire, my dick still strained against my boxer briefs. The topside of the ferry was now empty, save for us. Did she just give me the go ahead to kiss her? That had to be what it was, right? This whole display. It was her way of saying that it’s okay. She can’t rightfully suggest it or just do it. That would be wrong. But if she hints at it, and gives me the right signals, and through the haze and whirlwind of lustful thoughts I actually pick up on it, then it must be what she wants. 

Okay! Enough pep talk…here it goes.

I carefully leaned in towards her. Slowly at first to make sure I wasn’t misreading her signals. At first I thought I had made a big mistake. She didn’t react. But then… she reciprocated. She started to lean in to meet me. I closed my eyes. My heart was pounding in my chest. I started to close the remaining distance between us. 

Just then my mother shot up!

“Jonathan! Our stop!” She yelled. 

“Huh? What?” I awoke from my trance. 

“We’re at our dock! Quick, we need to get off the ferry before we have to walk home from the next stop!”

I bolted up and followed her down the stairs and to the front of the ferry, where a worker stood, waiting impatiently for us to disembark. Thankfully they waited for us and did not move on to the next stop. My legs were wobbly as we walked up the dock to the lake house. I couldn’t believe what I had almost done. What was I thinking? She was obviously not sending signals to kiss her. She is my mother for Chrissakes. I just hoped that she wasn’t as freaked out as I was.  

“That was a close one.” She wiped her brow as she let out a sigh of relief. 

Was that in response to the ferry or to me trying to kiss her? If it was the latter, she didn’t seem bothered and didn’t say anything else. Let’s just leave it at that and never speak of it again. 

Mother put her arm in mine and I escorted her to the house. As we approached I noticed that my father had a bonfire going out on the deck. He rose and greeted us as we walked up. 

“How was the evening, you two?” He asked. 

“It was great, Dad, we had an amazing time.”

My voice cracked. Please, please, please…Mom…do not say anything about the attempted kiss.

“Everything was amazing, honey. Jonathan was the perfect gentleman and an amazing date. You would have been very proud of him. And from the looks of it, he may have a future date with a nice young lady his own age.” She winked at me, but then gave me a look of worry, fearful that she shared too much. 

“What? I mean, that’s great Jonathan, but it’s definitely not appropriate to ditch your date for another girl.”

I went to respond, but Mom cut me off.

“Oh relax, Brent. Both he AND Lily asked my permission, and of course I gave it. Jonathan even saved the last dance for his mother when he didn’t have to. It was the perfect evening.”

Dad looked satisfied with that answer. 

“I’m gonna head to my room if that’s okay?” I asked. 

“Of course honey. Goodnight and thank you again.” Mom responded and gave me a kiss on the cheek. 

I made a beeline for the basement. I needed Yuki immediately. I needed any sexual attention I could get to drive these Oedipal thoughts from my head as fast as possible. When I got to my room, I went straight for the cabinet that stored my VR headset. It was missing. I thought I had put it on the charger, but perhaps I left it out. I checked the bed. I checked the couch. I checked all my drawers and closets and cabinets. It was nowhere to be found. 

It was my father. This wasn’t the first time he had taken it. Damn him! 

Kelsi

Brent asked if I wanted to join him by the fire, but I just wanted to head inside, so he put it out and walked with me to our bedroom. 

“So, everything actually went well? And what’s all this about Lily now?” He asked. 

“Yes, you would have been very proud of Jonathan. I wish you could have seen him. And it turns out Lily only said no because she had to take her cousin to the gala for some reason. I didn’t press for details, but she and Jonathan looked really cute together. I actually started to feel bad that he was stuck with me. He probably could have had a more fun end of the evening with her.”

Brent nodded. “But he did well? He treated you like a date?”

“He…well?” I paused to think if I should say anything. 

“What? What did he do?” Brent pressed. 

“Oh, nothing wrong. It was probably my fault, but on the ferry ride I was telling him how much I enjoyed the night and how much I loved him. Nothing unusual. But then I told him that I was sorry he was stuck going home with me instead of Lily and that he deserved a proper end to the evening. Nothing bad. But then I rambled and told him that if there was anything I could do…”

I paused and looked at Brent, but he didn’t react. 

“I guess he took that as a cue to kiss me. No harm, but then I realized we were at our stop and I cut him off before he did. I could tell it freaked him out. I feel even worse now.”

Brent just stopped outside our bedroom and didn’t show any emotion. 

“Well, say something. Should I talk to him about it?” I grimaced. 

“Yeah, probably. You’re right. Poor kid got all worked up. Especially with you looking the way you do. It’s only right for him to end this night like a man would with his date. After all, that’s what all his classmates are doing.”

I nodded and turned to leave, and then it hit me.

“Wait! What?”

“No wonder he was in a hurry to head downstairs. He’s all backed up and wanted to get to his AI girlfriend. Too bad for him though, I took his VR Headset while you guys were gone.” 

Brent smirked as if he’d out maneuvered our son.

“Brent, you didn’t.”

“Of course I did. It’s one thing that he spends time with that abomination. It’s another thing to have to suffer it while I’m in the house.”

Taking Jonathan’s headset was one thing, but what the hell was Brent talking about, finishing his date like a man?

“Brent…are you telling me to do what I think you’re telling me to do?” I asked directly. 

He put up his hands in defense. 

“I’m not TELLING you to do anything. All I’m saying is that it is obvious that you had an effect on him. He started to act on those feelings and per what you said, you kinda crushed him. I don’t think it would be inappropriate for you to go down there and let him finish what he started.”

I was stunned. 

“I…I was just gonna go talk to him.”

“That’s fine,” he said. “But if it leads to more, that’s okay too.”

“If it leads to more?” I asked. 

“Uh huh.”

“More?” I was trying to figure out what the hell Brent was getting at without actually saying it. 

“Yes Kelsi. I’m going to get in bed. I’ll see you in a little bit. Goodnight.”

Brent kissed me, went into the bedroom, and closed the door behind him, leaving me in the hallway absolutely stunned. Did he just tell me to fuck our son?  What the hell was going on? I just stood there for about a minute with my jaw on the floor, unable to move a single muscle. 

No. He had to be telling me to just go down there to talk with Jonathan, and if he kissed me, he kissed me. That’s all. That’s ALL…right?

He said, “if it leads to more.” 

More? More?

“It was only right for him to finish his date like a man.”

“That’s what his classmates are doing.”

I think my husband just sent me to have sex with our son. 

The crazy thing was, I had butterflies in my stomach like I used to when I was younger and I had the hots for some guy. Did I want to have sex with our son? I mean, I was getting crazy jealous over a girl dancing with Jonathan. I thought it was just me being a protective mother. Was there something else there? It was only 90 minutes or since I had that triple shot of tequila. Was it the alcohol giving me that warm feeling between my thighs? No, that didn’t hurt, but I did also love how he held me close when we danced, and I even felt him get hard when I moved against him. But that’s just what boys do. No dick control. Although, I didn’t pull away, and I didn’t stop either. 

No! I’m his mother. Even if I did want to, it’s not right. And he certainly doesn’t want to have sex with his mother. A kiss was one thing. There’s no way he’d follow through and fuck me. Although…

I looked down. I was at the top of the stairs to the basement. How did I get here? I didn’t even remember leaving the hallway, let alone walking to the stairs. Was my subconscious telling me what I already knew?

I looked back down the hall to the bedroom. The door was still shut. I stood there for a minute…waiting. Thinking that it would open and Brent would come out and stop this madness. That it was all some big joke that I wasn’t in on. Anything other than the truth. 

But no matter how hard I fought the truth, the truth still came to me. I turned and took that first step down the stairs. There was no turning back. I knew Jonathan would fuck me, but the truth I tried so hard to avoid was that I wanted him to fuck me, and I was going to love every minute of it. Even though I tried to deny it to myself, there was no avoiding it. I was halfway down the stairs. My heels clacked with every step. I was on my way to offer myself, my body to my son. 

I knew what was going to happen, as I quickly straightened my dress and tousled my hair as I slowly descended step after step. I, Kelsi Borden, was not only going to let my son fuck me when I got to the bottom of this stairwell, but I knew that I was going to fuck him back, and I was going to love every second of it!

I practically floated the rest of the way down the stairs. When I got to the bottom and turned the corner, I was full of confidence. But then I saw him sitting on the couch, looking dejected, and my heart leapt into my throat. 

What was I going to say?

Fuck, I hadn’t thought this through. I couldn’t just walk into his room and be all…I’m here, take me!

I folded my arms around myself to shield my embarrassment. I didn’t need protection from him. If he wasn’t interested, then we’d just have a chat about the awkward kiss attempt and leave it at that, but the problem was, I knew that he wouldn’t say no, and neither would I.

I stopped in front of him and stared into his eyes, not saying a word. I no longer felt worried, maybe a little nervous, and definitely horny as hell. The main feeling however was confusion. I now wanted this so badly it hurt. I wanted him so badly, yet I still knew that it was wrong. He’s my son. My husband is upstairs. Do I really have his blessing? I was so confused.

We stared at one another without saying a word for what seemed like an eternity, until finally I thought perhaps that I had been wrong; perhaps nothing was going to happen. I could just say goodnight and head back upstairs. No one ever needs to know the filthy perverted thoughts that went through my head. But I would know. They would eat at me. Day after day they would slowly gnaw at me. I would live the rest of my life full of regret for not taking this chance. For walking to the precipice and then turning my back and cowering in fear. Afraid to take that last step.

Not today. I wouldn’t let that fear overwhelm me. Today I crossed that line. I tear down that barrier that says this is not appropriate actions between a mother and a son. Incest! What a funny word. Such a negative connotation for something so beautiful. What could be more beautiful than a mother and her son showing their love for one another physically. 

My confidence was back. I let my arms fall from my protective stance and stood tall, proud, sexy. All for my handsome boy. 

My 18-year-old son looked at me questioningly, unsure of what had just transpired while I stood in silence. I smiled now, and was filled with deepening joy as the feeling of how wrong this was dwindled. It didn’t matter anymore. I knew what I wanted. I knew what I was going to do. The ball was in motion and there was no stopping it now. I stepped closer and sat next to Jonathan on his couch. He still didn’t know the purpose of my unexpected visit, but he also didn’t let his emotions betray him. 

I let the slit of my dress ride up as I moved closer to my son, perfectly aware of the effect it had on him. 

“Jonathan…we should talk.” I said. No need to let him think this is going to be easy. I almost giggled. 

“Oh God. I knew it. Mom, I can explain.”

He started to ramble. I put my hand on his thigh to reassure him. 

“Jonathan. It’s okay. Why don’t you just let me talk for a minute, alright? I promise everything will work out in the end.”

He nodded silently. 

“Good. I realize what I had said on the ferry had an effect on you. That’s not your fault. In fact it’s entirely expected. I know that you were about to kiss me before I interrupted.”

I squeezed his leg to make sure he knew that it was okay. 

“I invited it. Deep down, part of me wanted it too. You are a handsome young man. What woman wouldn’t want it after such a nice evening?”

I couldn’t believe how confident I was. The words kept rolling. I began to speed up, my body yearning for the action I knew I was about to get. I was practically begging for it with my body, pushing out my chest, showing my stocking tops, leaning into Jonathan. But still, there was a little voice within me crying out that this was wrong, that I should stop this all now. It tried to convince me that I was only taking responsibility for leading my son on. As bad as I wanted this, my conscience was desperately trying to talk me out of it. But deep inside I knew what was going to happen, that I didn’t really want to be talked out of it. The devil on my shoulder had already won. The angel’s cries were its death throes. Whatever happened tomorrow was not happening now, and right now I was about to throw myself at my son. 

Turning to take both of Jonathon’s hands in mine I moved closer, letting our legs touch just like they had on the ferry. I bit my lower lip, knowing at this point that my eyes were glazing with lust. And then Jonathan smiled. This was it. That was all the sign I needed. If he could fight through all the embarrassment of trying and failing to kiss me, I could shoulder the rest of the burden and take this the rest of the way. I was going to fuck my son!

“Your father asked why you were in such a hurry to run to the basement. I told him what I did and how I unknowingly led you on. But he and I agreed that it would only be right for me to let you have an opportunity to finish the date the right way. So, I guess…what I’m trying to say is…here I am. I’m willing. And just so there is no confusion. I want it as badly as you do.”

There! I said it. It’s out in the open between us. It can’t be taken back. My heart thundered in my chest. What would he say? I opened Pandora’s box for him, but would he have the courage to look inside and taste the forbidden fruit? All I could do now was wait for his response. 

“I…um. I think…I would like that, Mom.”

My heart filled with joy for the billionth time that night. He said yes!

“Now, I’m pretty sure I know the answer to this, but have you ever kissed a girl?”

“N…no. I haven’t.”

“No problem. Would you like me to go first? Break the ice, if you will?”

“I think that would help, yes.”

“Okay. Do your best to relax, alright. I can already tell that you are super tense. Just let it happen.”

Jonathan took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and nodded that he was ready. 

I closed the distance between us and let his bottom lip slide between mine. I parted mine slightly and took him gently inside my mouth. It was electric! I hadn’t felt sparks like this from a kiss since I was a teenager. 

It only lasted a few seconds before I pulled back and looked at him. Jonathan opened his eyes and smiled. 

“How was it?” I asked. 

“It was amazing, Mom!”

“Good, would you like to try it on me now?”

Jonathan nodded. 

“Okay. Whenever you’re ready.”

He took a deep breath and stilled himself. Even though we had just done it, I understood how nervous he was. I still had butterflies myself. 

He closed his eyes again and leaned forward. Jonathan pressed his lips against mine and held them there for a count of three and pulled back. 

“How…how was that?” He stuttered. 

“Well…” I smirked. 

“Oh my God, it was terrible, wasn’t it? This was a dumb idea.”

He started to ramble. I put my hand on his chest. 

“Jonathan. Calm down. It was fine. You’re still learning. I’m here to help, not judge you.”

He started to breathe normally again. 

“There was nothing wrong with it, but there was no passion behind it. It felt…well,” I laughed. “To be frank it felt like you were kissing your mother.”

That got him to laugh. 

“Open your lips a little when you kiss a woman. Don’t be afraid to use a little tongue. And feel free to pull me close. A woman likes to feel like the man is in control. That he knows what he wants.”

“But…I don’t know what I want, Mom.”

“I know that, but I’ll be honest with you honey, we’re all just making it up as we go. I had no idea what I was going to say when I came down here. Hell, I almost turned around and went back upstairs a half a dozen times. Aren’t you glad that I didn’t?”

“Yeah!” He smiled sheepishly. “Yeah, I am.”

“Good.” I said confidently. “Now get back in here and kiss your mother as if she were your lover.”

“Yes ma’am.” He said with enthusiasm. 

This time he kept his eyes open. Jonathan gently placed his right hand upon the side of my head. I smiled at him. That’s it, I thought! Do it! Take your mother. I encouraged him with my eyes. Make me yours!

Make me his, he did. Instead of sheepishly coming to meet me with his lips puckered and his eyes closed, he forcefully but gently pulled me towards him. This time when his lips met mine, they weren’t stale and stiff. They were soft, moist, and inviting. Like I had earlier, Jonathan pulled my bottom lip between his and gave it a gentle suck. When I parted my lips for him, his tongue entered my mouth and danced with mine. I moaned in approval. Then his hand left my face and went to my back to pull me closer. I was more than happy to oblige. 

Jonathan leaned back into the couch and I instinctively lifted one leg to straddle him and sit in his lap. My dress had now ridden up all the way to the top of my thigh, showing the lace top of my stocking, the garter, and even bare thigh above the stocking. I took one of his hands from my back and placed it on my thigh. Then I felt his cock stiffen beneath me and press against my crotch. 

This was really happening. I couldn’t stop from smiling as Jonathan continued to kiss me. His hands explored my body. He grabbed my breasts for the first time and gave them a squeeze. I rewarded his forwardness with a soft moan and by grinding my pussy into his hardening cock. I grabbed a handful of Jonathan’s hair with each hand as I rose up on my knees. I pulled his head back firmly and brought my mouth back down to his. My tongue crashed into his mouth with a fervor I hadn’t experienced in years. 

“Oh my God, yes baby.” I said breathy. 

I could have let this go on all night, pawing at each other and making out like teenagers, but my pussy was starting to ache. I needed to know what he felt like, what he tasted like. I needed his naked body pressed against mine. 

I stood and pulled him up with me. Jonathan grabbed my ass and pulled me back into him, becoming more bold with his kisses by the minute. Slowly, I pulled my lips away from his and inch by inch made my way down his body, unbuttoning his shirt as I went. I pressed my lips against his neck, his pecs, his abs, all the way down to his waist. I went down to my knees and looked up into my loving son’s eyes as I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his trousers. I bit my lower lip in anticipation as I unzipped him and reached in to pull out his rock hard cock. 

Jonathan was frozen in place, eyes wide as he watched his mother grab his 7 inch cock and release it from its enclosure. I smiled at him as I took in the glory of his cock. It wasn’t much different from his father’s. About the same thickness, maybe a quarter to a half an inch longer, but that could just be because it was so hard. It also sported a greater curve than his father. It radiated heat, something fierce. I could feel it against my face. Gently, I traced my fingers down its length, eliciting a small shiver from Jonathan. 

Now faced with the object of my desire, I gently kissed the swollen purple head before distributing more along his entire length and finishing by flicking my tongue along the underside of his balls. I sensed Jonathan wobble a bit in his stance, but instead of letting him recover, I returned my attention to the tip of his penis, opened my mouth every so slightly, and took the first two inches of his white hot, rock hard cock in my mouth. 

This time Jonathan did waver. 

“I…I need to sit.”

I stood and helped Jonathan back to the couch. 

“That’s okay honey. I know it is a lot to take in all at once. If you need me to slow down, just say so, alright?”

He nodded, but never lost the lustful look from his eyes. 

“I’m good. Thanks Mom.”

“Good. Here, let’s get you out of these pants.”

I pulled on the waistband and pulled his pants and boxers to his ankles. He then slid out from them one leg at a time, removing his socks as well. He then took off his dress shirt and tossed it on the floor behind me. 

“My turn!” I exclaimed. 

I turned my back to him and looked over my shoulder. 

“A little help with the zipper, please?”

Jonathan reached up with a shaky hand and slowly slid the zipper down from my upper back to back dimples, just above my ass.  I held the dress to my chest as I turned back around to face him. I looked my son directly in the eyes as I lowered my arms and the dress with them. Slowly, I uncovered my C cup breasts, the feel of the fabric and excitement had my nipples fully erect. I brought the dress all the way down to my hips before shimmying back and forth to get the material over the widest part before finally letting it fall all the way to the floor. I stepped out, still in my heels, garter belt and stockings.

I hadn’t been wearing panties tonight, so Jonathan received his first full frontal view of his mother right there. It wasn’t that this was planned, but panties under a garter belt made using the bathroom a pain, and panties over a garter belt would have left a wicked panty line in my tight dress. I paused for a few seconds to let Jonathan drink in the sight of me. 

“You are absolutely gorgeous, Mom. Your body is amazing.”

I smiled back at him, thankful for the compliment. 

“Just wait until you see what I can do with it.”

I crawled back into Jonathan’s lap and grabbed his cock with one hand while stroking his abs with the other. I again took the first two inches of him in my mouth and looked up at him. My son gave me the slightest nod, indicating that he was ready for me to continue. Given the assurance that he was okay, I began to move my head up and down, letting his cock penetrate my mouth to about half its length before pulling back to just the tip. After about a minute, I had worked up a nice lather of saliva along the length of his dick. 

I pulled my mouth off of his cock and crawled the rest of the way up my son’s body. I pressed my breasts against his chest and let my soaking wet pussy rest against his cock. Jonathan placed his hands behind my head and pulled my mouth back to his. He then let his hands wander to my naked breasts where he squeezed and massaged my chest. Meanwhile, I rubbed my vagina up and down the length of his cock. We dry humped in this manner for several minutes. My pussy juices mixed with the saliva on his dick to make it extra slippery. So slippery, that when I got a bit carried away the first inch or so of his dick started to penetrate my vagina. 

I again looked Jonathan in the eyes, mentally asking him the question I had been waiting all night for. Are you ready to become a man? Are you ready for your mother to fuck you?

He answered aloud, as if he heard my mental questions.

“I’m ready Mom…um…do I need a…”

“No baby, we don’t need a condom. I’m on birth control. Tonight I’m all yours.”

I reached back between my legs and angled his dick up while raising a leg and guiding him to the entrance of my pussy. Once in place, I brought my knee back to the couch and straddled him, the tip of his cock just nestled inside the precipice of my vagina. I put my hands on his shoulders and locked eyes with him. Then, slowly, I sank down and let all seven inches of his length fill me up. 

“Ohhhh fuuuuuck.” Jonathan moaned. 

I held still, my son’s cock buried in my pussy to the hilt, for several moments. I knew how overwhelming it could be for a young man’s first time. I knew he wouldn’t last long, and I wanted this to last as long as possible for him. 

After a few seconds I rose a few inches and sank back down, once again bottoming out. Jonathan clawed at my back in ecstasy as we fucked, but I kept my slow pace. Up…wait three seconds…down…wait three seconds. It only took six thrusts. 

“I’m gonna…I’m gonna cum.”

We locked eyes as I buried his cock in me as far as it would go. Then, my son’s legs stiffened, he clutched at my back, and I felt him explode inside of me. It felt like someone had turned on a firehose in my vagina. Spurt after spurt filled me up. I lost count after six spasms, all for me. My vaginal walls contracted, instinctively trying to move his semen to my ovaries. I passionately kissed Jonathan as he started to come down from his orgasm. We stayed, locked in a naked embrace, kissing, for about a minute before I finally pulled back. 

When I did, I rose up off of his cock and a huge glob of Jonathan’s cum slid out of my vagina and down the length of his shaft. I felt more run down the inside of my leg as I plopped down next to him on the couch. For minutes we sat there silently, enjoying the post coital bliss, me drawing lazy circles on his chest with my finger nail. 

Then Jonathan spoke. 

“Mom, you are the most special person in the world.”

This caught me by surprise. Even being his mother, this had a deep impact on me. It validated all of my fears and worries about going through with this. 

“I love you so much, Jonathan. I’m so happy that you allowed me to do this for you.”

Brent

My thoughts raced as I shut the door to our bedroom, leaving Kelsi on the other side with the seed I had planted. Would it work? I would know soon enough. I was so desperate to see my wife with another man that I just suggested that she have sex with our only son. Of course, I couldn’t just say those words. I had to make it seem as if it were her idea all along. I just needed to play my cards perfectly and lead her to the conclusion that Jonathan needed this from her. 

I hadn’t planned on the near kiss on the ferry. When Kelsi told me, my heart nearly lept out of my chest. But now it looked as if my grand scheme might actually play itself out. I did take Jonathan’s VR headset and one of his remotes, but not because I didn’t want him playing with it tonight. While they were at the dance, I set up the gaming set’s multiple cameras to get a perfect view of the room in case I was able to convince Kelsi to go through with it. All I’d need to do is throw on the headset, enter the 3D video program and hope that the cameras caught the sight of a lifetime. 

I pressed against the door, afraid to move, lest Kelsi hear me fumbling around. Once I heard the click-clack of her heels making their way down the hall, I sprinted to the dresser and pulled out all the equipment. The headset and controller worked on radio frequency. Our room was only one floor above Jonathan’s, but it was on the opposite side of the house. I had tested it this evening and everything had worked. The signal reached the headset anywhere in my bedroom, but the controller would only connect if I was against the wall closest to Jonathan’s bedroom. 

I took off all my clothes, put on the headset, grabbed a towel and the remote and sat down on the edge of the bed. It took a few minutes for the system to boot up and the software to load, but once it did, I was greeted with a 3D view of Jonathan’s room. I was not disappointed with what I saw. 

Kelsi was sitting on the couch next to our son. She was actually doing it, I couldn’t believe it. And thankfully I hadn’t missed any of the action. If it happened, I expected it to be quick. Unfortunately I wasn’t receiving any audio. I wanted to hear what was being said. I played with a few settings to no avail. I stopped messing around when I saw my wife lean in and kiss our son on the mouth. 

My mouth dropped open in shock. 

“It’s happening.” I whispered. 

They kissed for a few seconds and then talked. Then they kissed briefly again and stopped. Damnit, I wish I knew what was going on. Then, Jonathan grabbed Kelsi and kissed her real good. She responded by straddling his lap and grinding her crotch into his and pressing her breasts into him. 

I couldn’t believe it! I was already rock hard at the sight of my wife seducing our son and we hadn’t even gotten to a PG-13 rating yet. I started stroking my cock, but not too fast. I wanted to save myself for the real deal. At this point I was confident it was going to happen. There was no way either of them were backing out now. 

Kelsi stood and began unbuttoning Jonathan’s shirt. She kissed him down to his belly button and then fell to her knees before undoing his pants. 

“Oh my God, she’s gonna suck his dick!” I exclaimed out loud. 

I had hoped that she’d fuck him, but I never expected her to suck his dick. I was bewildered. Kelsi took out his cock, kissed it up and down and then took it in her mouth. I wanted to cum so bad, but then, all of a sudden, they stopped. Jonathan sat down and Kelsi sat next to him. 

No! What was going on? Damn this audio. Now they were just sitting there. Did he cum already? Did I miss it? I was beginning to panic. But then Kelsi stood and started to remove Jonathan’s pants, followed by his shirt. 

I sat absolutely still and didn’t make a noise in fear that I would jinx it. 

Our son was now completely naked in front of my wife. Kelsi turned her back and Jonathan helped her unzip her dress. She turned back to face him, her back to me and my cameras. Slowly she removed her dress, sexily wiggling it off of her hips and pushing it to the floor. Then she stood there, in all her naked glory. She looked younger than her 43 years. Her legs were toned and her butt was still high and tight. I gawked at seeing her in nothing but a garter belt, stockings, and heels. Jonathan was a very lucky man indeed. Then I noticed that she wasn’t wearing any panties to begin with. Did she take them off before she went downstairs, or did she go commando the whole night?

My mind started to wander, debating if I truly had a hand in this, or was I being played the entire time. I snapped back to the present when Kelsi crawled back into Jonathan’s lap and took his cock back in her mouth. Was he bigger than me? It was hard to tell. 

Focus Brent, damnit! I started to stroke my cock again. It was definitely happening now. My wife was sucking our son’s cock in earnest. What a dirty slut…I told her to fuck him, not suck him off. Technically I said allow him to finish his date like a man, if that leads to more…

Then I started to worry again. What if all she planned on doing was sucking his dick. Maybe they just stopped because Jonathan asked to see her naked. Maybe she wasn’t planning on fucking him at all. 

In the middle of my worrying, Kelsi stopped sucking our son’s cock and crawled back into his lap, her pussy hovering right above his fully erect dick. 

This was it, I started to really stroke my own dick now. 

Kelsi bounced up and down in Jonathan’s lap, but I didn’t see any penetration. It looked like they were just dry humping or preheating. Still, the sight of my wife’s vagina caressing the length of another cock had me ready to explode. Ironically, my view was almost identical to the view I’d get in the mirror when I’d fantasize that she was fucking someone else. 

Then it happened. She got a little too excited in her movements and Jonathan’s cock went past the point of no return. The head of his cock was inside his mother, my wife. It was beautiful. I had wanted this for so long. It didn’t matter who the man was to me, but that it ended up being our son made it that much more special for me. I hoped that she just realized how special this moment was. 

I exploded when she lowered herself all the way down onto his cock. That sight, our son’s dick buried to his balls in his mother’s pussy, was all I could take. I sprayed 4 ropes of cum into the towel and collapsed back into the bed. Jonathan didn’t last much longer. A few seconds later he was emptying those balls deep in his mother’s womb. What a sight it was. I watched for another minute or so, but once Kelsi hopped off of his lap, it just appeared that they were talking. 

I probably had a few minutes to spare, as Kelsi would probably talk it out with Jonathan for a few minutes. She’d probably also clean herself up before coming back to bed. Quickly, I turned off the VR system and put it away. I cleaned up my mess and hopped back into bed. I had hoped to wait for her to join me, but in my post nut clarity I wondered if that was a good idea. I drifted off to sleep, not with visions of sugarplums dancing in my head, but that of my wife finally fulfilling my fantasy of being with another man. 

Jonathan

I cannot believe that just happened. That was more amazing than anything I have ever experienced. I hate to admit it, but Dad was right. The real thing is way better than anything I could get from Yuki. The fact that it was my mother; my sexy, beautiful, smart, funny, caring, loving, always takes my side, mother, made it that much better. She is so much sexier than I had ever imagined. And the way she made everything so erotic and sensual, all while being patient with me. No one else in the world could have done that for me. 

And the feeling of being inside her. 

Oh. My. God.

I can’t believe I lasted as long as I did. Nothing compares to sex, to her, to sex with her. It had been minutes and I still hadn’t come down from my high.

We chatted about nothing as we lounged naked on my couch. I didn’t want to take my eyes off of her naked body in fear that when I looked back she’d be dressed and I’d never have the chance to bask in her beauty again. I smiled at the sight of my cum running down her thigh. 

I did that, I thought with pride. That’s my cum, running out of my mother’s pussy. Her beautiful, waxed bald pussy, where minutes ago my cock was erupting with six forceful jets of semen. It was more beautiful than I ever could have imagined. 

Mom played with my chest while we talked. I wanted to caress her breasts, but I balked out of fear. What was she going to say, no? We had crossed that line and left it way in the dust, had we not? Still, I didn’t know how long this was going to last, so best not do anything to disrupt it. 

“So, I just have to ask you.” Mom said with a quizzical look. “What made you decide to try to kiss me on the ferry?”

“Well,” I thought about how to say it, “it was a combination of things really. All the things you were saying helped, but what really made me think you wanted it was your stockings.”

“My stockings?” She asked. “What do they have to do with any of this?”

“Well, your dress kept riding up while you were sitting across from me. I tried not to look, but I couldn’t help myself. I told myself it was inadvertent, but when I saw the design in the lace top, I decided that it had to be deliberate. That was my sign to go for it.”

“Jonathan, I don’t have any idea what you are talking about. Your father bought these for me a while ago. I’ve never even worn them before. They’re just normal…”

She looked down and saw it. I could see how it could be hard to miss, because from her angle it was upside down, but once you saw it, it was unmistakable. Her eyes shot open wide.

“Oh my God, I did not notice that at all. Is that two people fucking? Jonathan! Why didn’t you say anything?” 

“What was I gonna say?”

“Oh I cannot believe your father bought these and didn’t tell me.”

“Well I’m glad he did, Mom. If he hadn’t, I wouldn’t have worked up the courage to try to kiss you. Even though I was shot down.”

“Just so you know, I would have let you. And besides, it all worked out in the end. If I had let you kiss me then and there, I might never have come down here tonight. This might never have happened.”

“I’m glad it did, Mom. I couldn’t imagine my first time being with anyone but you. You are the sexiest, most salacious woman I know. Thank you for being my first.”

She shoved me playfully. 

“Look at you.” She laughed. “All suave and cocksure all of a sudden. I like this new look on you.”

I returned her playful laugh. 

“Well, I guess it bodes well for me that you like me being more forward, because I have a question.”

“Go ahead…anything.” She laughed again. 

“Can we do it again?”

“Oh thank God! I thought you were going to sit here and chat my ear off all night and

make me beg you for it. Of course we can do it again. I was just waiting for you to recover enough for round two. A guy’s first time is so quick, it barely counts anyhow. You’ll build more stamina the more you do it. I think you’ll enjoy the second time even more. Now that you’ve cum once you’ll really be able to fuck me.”

Holy shit! Not only will she let me do it again, she wants to too!  

Mom stood up, kicked off her heels, and pulled me up. She wrapped her arms around my head and pulled me into a passionate kiss. At first she started to wrap a leg around me, but then she put it back down and started backing away. 

“Come.” She demanded. “Take me on the bed.”

She led the way, pulling me along, but I stopped suddenly and pulled her back to me. I wanted her legs back around me. I put both hands against her butt and lifted her into the air.

“OH!” She squealed in delight. 

Her legs naturally wrapped around my waist and supported most of her weight. Her lips crashed back into mine as she practically devoured my face. Our tongues lashed and speared at one another. We no longer kissed tentatively. We both wanted each other and we both knew it. 

My cock stiffened and began to poke at her back end as I carried her towards the bed. My arms started to give out just as we got there, and we both collapsed onto the bed in each other’s arms. I moved the hair out of her face, and we started kissing again. She ran a hand down my chest and grabbed my hip. I nuzzled her neck until she laughed and squirmed away from me. 

Mom rolled to the opposite side of the bed to get away from me, but then gave me the most deviously sexy look with her eyes. I grabbed her wrists to hold her down while I kissed her neck again. Again she giggled and squirmed away. Her stockings slipped and made a high pitch whine against my white bedspread as she again darted away from me.

This time I faked going for her neck, but when she moved her upper body, I adjusted my aim for her belly button and started kissing her below the waist. 

“Jonathan!” She screamed. “That tickles!” 

I stopped and looked at her with a frown.

She grabbed my head and pulled it back down between her legs. 

“I didn’t say to stop, young man.”

Realizing the game, I dove right in and started licking around the edges of her labia. At first she squealed and giggled, but as I kept up the effort, her little laughs turned first into rapid breaths, and then gentle moans. When I stuck my tongue inside her for the first time, Mom thrust her hips back into my face and rewarded me with full grunts and groans. 

I loved the sounds she made. Everything she did was sexy. And the taste! I couldn’t get enough of her. Her juices were salty, sweet, and musky all at the same time. I could drink her forever. I could care less that I had just came in her. I would do anything for her to get her to make those sounds. 

After a few minutes of burying my head in her snatch, she pulled me up with both hands and slurped her own juices off of my face. 

“I love tasting me on your lips.” She moaned. “Now fuck me so hard that your father will need to buy you a new box spring tomorrow.”

I didn’t need her to tell me twice. Mom spread her legs for me and I knelt on the bed between them. I lined up my cock with her opening and drove it all the way home. 

“Oh yes!” Mom moaned. “Yes, Jonathan. Just like that.”

I grabbed Mom by the hips and held on tight to her garter belt as I pounded her pussy with everything I had. I was afraid that I was going to cum too fast again, but Mom was right. I did have more stamina for round two. Surprised by my newfound dick control, I turned into a piston jackhammer. I slammed myself into her repeatedly. My balls slapped against her asshole while my dick punished her cunt. After a few minutes, we were both covered in a thin layer of sweat. 

Mom clawed and scratched at my back while begging me to fuck her harder and faster. I felt like I actually was going to break the bed. It was creaking something fierce, and everytime I slammed my hips down, I heard a cracking noise from underneath the bed. I wasn’t ready to cum yet, but I couldn’t keep up this pace too much longer. Mom wasn’t missing a beat though. Her hips matched every one of my thrusts. We were both going to be sporting some terrible bruises tomorrow. Eventually, I had worked up such a sweat that my hand slipped from under me, and I crashed down on top of Mom. 

She wrapped her legs around me and calmly stroked my head as she transitioned from fucking like a woman possessed to a gentle lover. Her hips slowly rocked back and forth, keeping me mostly inside of her. I matched her movements and quickly found myself ready to cum from the slow, deep strokes. 

Mom must have noticed because she kissed me deep and begged me to cum inside her again.

“Cum in me baby.” She urged. “Cum inside your mother. I need it. I need your cum baby. Put it deep inside me. Fill me up.”

Her forehead pressed against mine, but her eyes stayed open and locked with mine. 

“Ungh. I’m cumming, Mom.” I grunted. 

“Yes. Do it baby. Yes, Jonathan. Cum in me. Cum in me. Cum in me.”

I exploded inside her for the second time that night. It wasn’t as many spurts, but this orgasm seemed to last twice as long. Two quick ones and a long, shuddering, bed shaking orgasm later, I collapsed down next to her on the bed, pulling out and leaving a trail of my cum down her leg. 

Mom put a hand to her vagina and rubbed, as if she was trying to get every drop back inside her. She whispered sweet nothings as we both caught our breaths.

“Jonathan, that was amazing. Mmmmmm, yes baby. Oh my God, you filled me up.” 

Eventually her words trailed off and turned into quiet moans and mews. I laid with my arm across her, caressing her belly where I had just deposited my seed, still shocked by the results of the night. Now that was sex! That was the kind of sex I saw in porn. Hot, sweaty, rough, punishing sex. Right up to the end, where it became beautiful, caring, sex between two lovers who had eyes for no one else but each other. I was in heaven. If I died tonight, I would leave this world wanting nothing. My mother was amazing. She had given me the most amazing gift. I would remember this night for the rest of my life. We both drifted off to sleep, naked in each other’s arms, covered in each other’s bodily fluids. 

Kelsi

I woke up after maybe thirty minutes to an hour. I wasn’t quite sure what time I fell asleep, but the clock now said 1:30am. I was shivering from being previously covered in sweat and lying in a bed that was basically one giant wet spot. I looked at Jonathan and couldn’t help but smile. He looked so happy and peaceful. 

I thought about sneaking out of bed and heading upstairs to clean off and get in my own bed, but it wouldn’t be right to steal off in the night without thanking him. And I did need to thank him. I hadn’t had a good fucking like that in years. I didn’t have an orgasm, but still, that was the best sex I had had in a long time. Brent and I were always in such a hurry. Even with Jonathan out of the house most of the year, we never had time to really explore each other’s bodies. Sex was always a chore for one of us. Just make it quick so that we could say we still have sex at least once a week. Or maybe we just didn’t make the time for each other like we used to. It really made me start to think, but the one thing I knew for certain was that I had the time with Jonathan right now, and I didn’t plan on wasting it. This night wasn’t over yet. Sleep could wait. 

But Jonathan looked so content and deep in sleep. I didn’t want to wake him up outright, but I still needed him. I gently stroked his chest until stirred, but he still didn’t wake up. Softly, I kissed his side from his hip bone all the way up to his pecs. He unconsciously rolled toward me. I slid my top leg between his, pressed my breasts against him, and kissed him on the forehead. 

“Mom…you’re still here?”

“MmmHmm.” I whispered. 

“That’s nice. I thought you left.”

“No honey. I’m still yours for the night.” 

He wrapped his arm around me, but that wasn’t the response I was looking for, so I pressed further.

“We could spend the rest of the night in each other’s arms, cuddling while we sleep.”

“That sounds nice.” He mumbled. 

I rolled my eyes, even though his were still closed and he couldn’t see me. 

“Or!” I continued, “you can have me as many times as you want until the sun comes up. The choice is yours.”

Jonathan’s eyes popped open. 

“Really?” He asked. 

“Uh huh.” I nodded, hoping he was warming up for round three. 

“I think I could go again, Mom. If that’s what you want.”

“I do, but I’ll leave it up to you. Like I said, I’m yours til sunrise, so make the most of it baby.”

He answered by bringing his head to my nipple and taking it in his mouth. I arched my back and pressed into him. Jonathan attacked my chest with his hands and mouth. Unfortunately, I was still laying on a cold and wet bed spread. 

“Let’s move this back to the couch, honey. The bed is still cold and wet. Not really sexy.”

I walked to the couch and laid down, bringing him down on top of me. He immediately began kissing my hips, and my mons pubis. His tongue explored everywhere around the edge of my vagina without actually touching my lips or my clit. It was driving me wild. I pressed myself into him and squirmed side to side, but still he avoided the prize. He put pressure on my pelvic bone with the palm of his hand while licking from my taint all the way around to just above my clitoris. 

Jonathan was getting me all revved up. I was arching my back and pressing myself into him as hard as I could. He was going to make me beg. I grabbed my tits with both hands and squeezed. 

I finally gave in. “Just lick it, pleeeeaseeee.” I whined. 

My breathing intensified, but he just continued to tease me. 

“Jonathan. Lick my pussy. I need your tongue in me.”

“Like this?” He said. 

In one motion he licked me with the flat of his tongue from asshole to clit, straight over my vagina. I practically exploded in his mouth. I grabbed his head with both hands and locked his tongue against my clit like a vice grip.

“Right there! Right there! Yes! Yes! Yes! Don’t stop! Oh my God! Fuck! Fuck! Ohhhhhhhh!”

I came hard. I screamed his name. I ached my back as far as I could manage, but I never let go of his head. I was probably suffocating the poor boy, but God Damn that felt amazing. The orgasm rolled over me in wave after wave after wave. My legs quivered uncontrollably. It had to last a full 90 seconds. I could no longer talk. I could barely breathe. When it was finally done I was half laughing and half crying. I finally released Jonathan and he immediately popped up for air. 

“Holy shit, Mom. What was that?”

“Shhhhh.” Was all I could manage. 

I stroked his face with my hand. 

“Thank you…thank you…thank you.” I whispered. 

I had finally recovered enough to look at my son without breaking out into fits of giggles and tears. 

“I don’t know where you learned that,” I said, “but keep that in your bag of tricks. You’re going to make some lucky girl very happy with that maneuver.”

Jonathan grimaced. “Well, if you want to know, I learned it from…”

I cut him off with a finger to his lips. “On second thought, why don’t you keep that information to yourself. I’m still your mother after all.”

“Yeah.” He nodded. “That’s probably for the best.” 

“But!” I said, “You’re more than welcome to try out anything else on me before the night is over. We still have a few hours.”

“Anything?” He asked.

“Well, within reason. I mean, we’ve crossed a lot of taboo lines tonight, but there’s still SOME things I won’t do. If you have any more tricks like that though, I’m happy to be on the receiving end.”

“No, nothing else like that. Unfortunately I think I’m mostly on the learning side of the bell curve, but…” 

He hesitated.

“Oh go on and ask.” I laughed. 

“Can I fuck you from behind?”

I laughed. “Doggystyle? Yeah, of course. You had me thinking you were going to ask for something crazy, like incest roleplay or something.”

Jonathan chuckled an awkward laugh, unsure if he should say something. 

“Yeah. What’s up with all the incest roleplay porn? Like that’s realistic.” He finally said. 

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. At least he was still being his silly old self. I was afraid this would ruin our relationship, but if he can still be himself around me, then we’ll be okay. I rolled over and got on all fours on the couch and wiggled my ass at him. 

“Help me step brother, I’m stuck.” I said with a giggle. 

Jonathan grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head back towards him as he slid in behind me. 

“Actually, I’m more into mother/son incest.”

This sudden display of dominance had my pussy aching to be stuffed. With one hand holding my hair and the other holding my hip, Jonathan obliged and shoved his stiff cock inside me. 

“You know exactly what to say to get my motor running baby. Now fuck your mother from behind and spank my ass like the bad girl I am.”

He did and I squealed. I was having way too much fun with this. God, I didn’t want this night to end. Jonathan got into a good rhythm, but doggystyle was a position that never really did it for me. It just didn’t hit me in a way that got me off, but it was a very sexy position, especially for the man, and it allowed me to put on a good show for my son. Now that I had gotten mine, the rest of the night was for him. I know that I told him that I had limits, but honestly, what mother wouldn’t do anything and everything her only son asked of her? 

Our thighs crashed together as I threw my hips back into Jonathan. My moans were loud and constant as I called out his name and urged him to continue doing unspeakable things to his mother. When he wasn’t pulling on my hair, I whipped it back and forth. I grabbed his hand and made him grab my tits from behind. 

After a few minutes, Jonathan regained his dominance and pressed his hand into my lower back, forcing my chest all the way down to the sofa. 

“Ah, you want your mother in the pornstar pose, huh? Do you like having Mommy as your little pornstar?”

Jonathan went feral. He answered in grunts as he slammed his cock into my cunt. All I could do was lay there and take everything he was giving me. I turned my head to the side and was surprised to see our reflection in Jonathan’s floor length mirror. I was entranced. I couldn’t look away. It was such a beautiful sight. I was being used as a fuckdoll by our son. His abs rippled as he thrusted into me. Sweat dripped off of his forehead onto my back. I stared at his throbbing cock as it disappeared into the wanting crevice of my pussy. But the best view of all was the uncontrollable smile that was permanently glued to my face. 

As I lay there, being slammed into the sofa from behind by my son, a thought popped into my head. A not so pleasant thought…initially. Brent liked watching us fuck in the mirror. At first I thought it was harmless, sexy fun. I indulged him whenever he asked. But then one drunken night he confessed to me that he liked watching me ride his cock through the mirror because he could fantasize that I was fucking someone else. It disgusted me. I had tried to avoid it from then on. He didn’t know that I knew, so only every now and then would I give in to his obsession. Usually when I was a bit tipsy myself. Whenever I did, however, I was instantly off put knowing he was thinking of someone else. That it was me with someone else didn’t matter. I wanted him to think of us while we were fucking. 

So I knew what Brent was doing.  I knew he liked it, and I knew the reasoning he gave me, but I didn’t know why he liked it so much. I couldn’t understand the obsession behind wanting to watch your spouse make love to another person. I could understand fantasizing about your spouse making love to another person while in the midst of making love to your spouse even less.

Until now. 

I pushed myself back up onto all fours and crawled forward on the couch until my arms were resting on the armrests. I looked into the mirror, but I spoke to Jonathan. 

I said to him, “I want you to see yourself fucking your mother in the mirror. Look at the beautiful scene we have created. I want you to remember this moment. After tonight, I will go back to being your mother, but I know I’ll never forget this picture of us together and I want you to remember it too.”

It was such a beautiful sight, like seeing the Statue of David in person. I almost wanted to cry. I wished I could capture it, frame it, and hang it somewhere I could see it whenever I needed to be uplifted. The picture in my head would have to do though, so I watched. I took in every little detail. I wanted to remember everything, even the flaws. A stretch mark on my ass, a bit of sagging skin here, a pimple starting to form on Jonathan’s chin, the running mascara and eyeliner that came from our hours of sweaty sex and a toe curling orgasm. This was real. Not a fantasy. No fantasy could ever come close to matching this. 

I didn’t realize it with all the drama in my head, but I was getting really turned on. I needed Jonathan to start fucking me in a way that worked for me…but I still wanted to watch. I briefly stood up and had him sit with his back in the corner of the couch. I backed into him and mounted his cock reverse cowgirl style. Then I went to town. 

I bounced up and down on his hard prick. I would bottom out and roll my hips back and forth, side to side. Jonathan’s cock split me wide open in this position. I leaned back into him and he instinctively grabbed two handfuls of my breasts. I slammed myself down as hard as I could. I wanted to be completely stuffed by Jonathan’s cock. I wanted to watch him make me cum.

I rubbed my clit while grinding him deep into me. Moans and screams filled the basement. I wanted to close my eyes, but I didn’t want to miss a second of the scene in the mirror. I was getting close. Jonathan squeezed my tits tighter and just held on life while I fucked away. I leaned forward to get just a little bit of leverage and to force his cock into me just a little bit deeper. Then the explosion hit me. I threw my head back and let Jonathan do the rest of the work while I rode the waves of orgasm. I watched in the mirror while my arms and legs shook. I stared at his heavy balls pressed up against the opening of my pussy, the lips spread wide so you could see the bright pink insides and the base of Jonathan’s cock. His dick vein pulsed. Lastly I saw Jonathan’s face next to mine. Both of us watching, smiling, as son made mother cum for the second time that night. 

He hadn’t finished yet, but I was in no shape to continue riding him reverse cowgirl. My legs quivered as I pulled myself off of him. I laid on the couch and Jonathan quickly got on top and reentered me. I wrapped my legs around him and brought him to me so I could shower him with kisses. More thanks for the powerful orgasms he had gifted me with. 

After a few minutes his grunting returned. I knew he was close. Jonathan got to his knees between my legs so he could watch us while he finished. 

“Cum for me baby.” I urged him on.

I gripped the couch cushions in anticipation of being filled for the third time that night, but just before he came, Jonathan pulled out and sent a rope of cum flying across my body. 

“Ahhh! Jonathan! I screamed! 

It left a slimy streak from my chin, across my breast, all the way down my belly. Three more followed in short order before the last dribbles of his orgasm coated my mons. He had glazed me. As I looked at my body, now covered in my son’s cum, I wondered how he had that much left in him. He recovered quickly. Looking back at Jonathan I wiped a rope of cum off my nipple and brought it to my mouth. I savored the flavor. It was salty, but sweeter than Brent. 

“I, uh… wasn’t expecting that.” I said, still in a bit of shock. 

He smiled sheepishly. “Was that not okay?”

“Well…it was fine.” I said. “But for future reference, you might consider asking a girl before covering her in cum. It’s not exactly easy to get off.”

After initially looking so proud and confident, Jonathan now looked deflated. I needed to pick him back up.

“But in the heat of the moment, this one time, it was perfect.”

Jonathan laid down on top of me. We cuddled some more before eventually drifting off to sleep again. The night wouldn’t end there though. We kept it up until dawn in that fashion. Fuck, nap, wake, realize our night was dwindling, repeat. That is until I woke and saw the first hints of sunlight peeking in through the basement windows. Our night of lust had finally come to an end. 

I was sad and relieved at the same time. This was a one time thing, most likely. Jonathan needed to find a girl his own age. Maybe Lily. What we had could never be more, but that was okay. Now that we had broken down those barriers, he need not be afraid to come to me about anything sexual. Most children don’t talk to their parents about sex because it was embarrassing. There were hardly any boundaries between us to be embarrassed about now. I said this all to Jonathan before kissing him one last time and leaving him in his bed.

Before heading back upstairs, I finally slipped out of my garter belt and stockings. I had kept them on all night. They were now ripped in several places and crusted over with dried bodily fluids. I left them on the desk chair for Jonathan to find later. Maybe he’d throw them away, maybe he’d keep them as a reminder of our wild night. I grabbed my heels and my pink silk robe from the laundry room one room over. I slipped it on and tied it at the waist. I took one last look at Jonathan sleeping before climbing the stairs. I remembered the fear and nausea I had when I last walked down these stairs. I was happy with the decision I made, but now it was back to reality. 

I closed the door at the top of the stairs and in my head closed the door on the person I was for the past eight hours. I glanced out the windows toward the lake to catch the sun just cresting over the water. It was my favorite view from the lake house. I wasn’t often up early enough to catch it, so today I stepped outside and basked in the warmth of the morning rays on my face. I took a deep breath of lake air, and I was reminded of my favorite quote. 

“Appreciate the sun in your life.”

I even had it painted on a little sign in our kitchen next to the window. It used to be my reminder to take advantage of those sunny days when we had the chance. Now it had a different meaning, one that had nothing to do with the weather. As his mother, I always appreciate the son in my life, but now that I’ve appreciated him in ways I never dreamed possible, that sign will hold just a little bit of extra sentimentality when I look at it. 

I stopped in the bathroom before rejoining Brent in the bedroom. I’m sure he knows what happened at this point, but no sense in looking the part when I walked in. What I saw in the mirror was a disaster though. Makeup everywhere, my hair was in tangles, I had dried cum in a dozen places. I did my best to wash my face and put up my hair, but the rest of me would need to wait for a full shower. I needed sleep. And probably an ice bath. I wouldn’t be walking right for a few days. I did what I could to not look like walking sex and made my way back to the bedroom. 

Brent

The space next to me in the bed was empty when I woke, but I heard noises coming from outside the room. I glanced at the clock…it was a few minutes to 7:00 am. Kelsi was up earlier than usual. She was probably enjoying a cup of coffee or enjoying an early breakfast. Maybe she was daydreaming about her time with our son. I know I was. I was silently hoping she would come back and tell me all about it. It was still killing me that I didn’t have any audio last night. 

Of course, she didn’t know that I knew what happened between them last night. I fell asleep before she got back upstairs and she didn’t wake me when she got into bed. For all she knew, I only thought they talked or kissed. I would need to play it cool. But the dreams I had were all so sweet. I’m glad she didn’t wake me. 

After a few minutes the door finally creaked open. 

“Morning honey! You’re up early today.” I said as she tiptoed into the bedroom. 

“Um, yeah. Good morning, Brent.”

I looked at her quizzically. “What’s wrong?”

“I…I’m not up early.”

“You normally don’t get out of bed until seven. It’s just seven now.”

“Brent, I’m just getting in bed. I’m up late.”

“You didn’t come to bed last night?”

“No.” She shook her head. “You didn’t notice.”

“I guess not. I fell asleep pretty quick. Did…did you sleep downstairs?”

My pulse quickened and was starting to feel lightheaded. 

“Not exactly. Brent, I’m really tired. I really just want to get in bed.”

My eyes shot open wide. I was doing my best to play shocked, but in a way I already was. 

“You…you did it, didn’t you?”

“Brent, you’re the one who sent me down there. What did you think was going to happen? You practically told me to…to…you know.”

“I know, I know, Kelsi, but I thought you would go down there. Maybe talk a bit about Jonathan trying to kiss you, then give him the opportunity.”

I was amazed at how hard it was to say the words. I knew what I wanted her to do and she delivered, but it was so hard to say it out loud. I couldn’t say the words to her. I couldn’t admit the truth I already knew. 

Kelsi scowled at me. 

“You know that is not all you told me to do! Your words were, and I quote, let him finish the date like a man. So don’t play coy with me and act like you don’t know exactly what you sent me down there to do.”

“You’re right, Kelsi. I’m sorry. But I figured you’d, you know, do it and then maybe have a bit of a talk before coming to bed.”

She scoffed at me.

“You TOLD me to let him finish the date like a Man. I did! You said, if it leads to MORE, then that is okay too. What did you think was going to happen? You thought that I’d throw myself at our virgin son and that we’d just roll in the hay for 30 seconds and then I’d come back like nothing happened?”

“No. I didn’t think you’d act like nothing happened, but yeah. I figured you’d…you’d…have sex, and then come to bed. How…how many times did you do it?”

Her voice went up an octave. “I don’t know Brent. I didn’t keep track. Maybe five…no, six. I think six.”

Six times! I was in a full on panic. My chest felt tight. I was starting to hyperventilate. She fucked him six times. Christ, we had never fucked more than twice in one day. And those times were never back to back, it was once early in the day and once later. They fucked six times in what…eight hours?

I didn’t know if I was more upset that she’d fucked him more times in one night than we had in the past two months or that I had missed everything. Instead of experiencing everything with them, I was sleeping. Blissfully unaware of the all night fuck fest going on just beneath me. I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t know what to say to her. I was happy, wasn’t I?

“Well…Kelsi…I…I’m glad you enjoyed your night.”

“I did! And thank you. I know that this is what you wanted, but it’s still hard to hear. I was nervous. No, I was terrified. But I now realize that I wanted it too. So thank you for giving this experience to me. I promise you that we’ll talk about it later, and I’ll give you all the details. But right now I just need to sleep.”

I kissed her on the cheek. “Okay honey. Goodnight. I love you.”

“I love you too. Goodnight, Brent.”

I watched her crawl into bed and just stared at her for a minute, still unsure of my feelings. It was crazy how much had changed in just eight hours. She was beautiful, laying there in bed. Possibly even more beautiful than last night, if that was possible. I tried to imagine all the things she and Jonathan did last night. Did she have a belly full of his cum right now? Did she have his dried cum on her body? Did she let him try anal? I knew that she still loved me, but for some reason I felt taken advantage of. 

I don’t know why I thought that they’d be finished after the first time. That was selfish of me. Honestly, the whole thing was selfish of me. I didn’t think any of this through. Now I’d deal with the consequences. 

I left my wife to get her much needed sleep and took a cup of coffee outside to enjoy the early morning sun by the lake. I figured I’d have the house to myself for most of the day. I tried to think about how this would affect my relationship with Kelsi, and Jonathan, as well as their relationship together. I started to second guess everything. But then my thoughts kept drifting back to the view from last night. The view I had waited years to finally see. The view that I’d never, ever forget. The view of seeing my son cum inside his loving mother. On second thought. I wouldn’t change a thing.