If It’s Really What He Needs

Literotic asexstories – If It’s Really What He Needs by Rebel_Scum,Rebel_Scum *****All events and characters are entirely fictional.*****

*****All characters are eighteen years of age or older.*****

Chapter 1:

Walter and Abigail Preston had been discussing gift ideas for their son, Lucas, for several weeks now. They considered all the usual things that a young man might want for his eighteenth birthday. Were there any new gaming consoles being released? Did he already have studio-quality headphones or earbuds? What about a new computer or smart phone? Nothing seemed sufficient for the occasion. None of these items could appropriately convey the significance of this milestone. None of them said, “You are a man now. Congratulations!”

The couple knew they would have to get creative to make Luke’s birthday truly memorable. While Lucas would certainly enjoy material goods, those alone felt too impersonal. Abby and Walt gave him a premium pair of headphones and a smart phone on his big day, agreeing that they needed to spend some time looking for a more fitting gift for their son, even if it was a week or two late. Maybe conversations with him would reveal subtle clues, they thought. If Lucas wanted anything in particular, he wasn’t dropping any hints, as far as his parents could see. He had always been grateful for everything that his parents provided. They were on their own to find an answer. Was there anything else they could do to surprise him?

Lucas leaned into the kitchen, spotting his mother standing at the sink. Abigail had finished washing the dishes and was now preparing her coffee. She was wearing a soft pink robe, tied loosely around the waist by a flat belt. She turned to greet her son. Lucas took the opportunity to steal a glance at his mom. Her robe was thin, and the material was sheer. Abigail was not wearing a bra, and the outline of her breasts could be seen through the robe.

“Morning son!”

“Good morning.”

“You’re up earlier than usual. Are you having breakfast before you head out today?”

“Yeah. It’s Friday, so I have tennis practice after school. I’m going to need as many calories as possible today.”

Luke moved in next to his mother and reached up for the cabinet, retrieving a box of bran flakes with raisins. He opened the next cabinet over and pulled a bowl down, too. He poured the cereal and milk and took his breakfast to the table.

“I know your birthday was two weeks ago, but is there anything else you would have wanted? Anything special?”

“I’m not sure mom. I think I’m okay, really. The stuff you and dad already gave me on my birthday is great.”

Abigail looked back over her shoulder at Lucas. His eyes were wandering along her body. Abby couldn’t help but smirk a little.

“You’re sure there’s nothing else we can get you? Anything you want to do?”

Abby leaned forward and grabbed her son’s empty cereal bowl. As she lifted it, Lucas looked up at her chest. The top of her robe gapped open. The valley between her breasts was exposed. Lucas was caught off-guard. He found himself shamelessly staring at the plump mounds in front of his face. It only occurred to Lucas later, that his mother could easily see where his eyes were directed.

“Nothing I can think of.” Luke was lost in thought. “At least, nothing you and dad could offer.”

Abigail was aware that Lucas was looking at her chest. She smiled, making the best of the attention. It was flattering, in an odd way, knowing that she could still turn heads. After all, her son was an attractive young man who spent his school days surrounded by cute young ladies who often dressed to show-off their bodies.

“Well, then,” Abby concluded, “I guess we’ll just have to surprise you.”

“Sounds good, mom. I’d better get going.”

Luke briskly walked off, grabbing his backpack and tennis racket from the entryway and leaving. The sound of his car engine faded as he drove away.

After Lucas left, Walter came downstairs. Abby was standing in the kitchen, drinking her coffee. Her back was to her husband.

Walter came up behind Abigail and wrapped his arms around her. He cupped her breasts with both hands and squeezed gently. Abigail closed her eyes and smiled.

“What was that for?”

“You just looked so sexy. I had to feel you.”

“Well, I like it. It’s a welcome surprise.”

“Speaking of surprises, did Lucas open up to you and give you any ideas for a nice, meaningful present for him?”

“None at all.”

“I was afraid of that. We’ll have to engage in an intense brainstorming session tonight, then.”

Abby nodded, enjoying the feeling of her husband caressing her breasts through the soft material of her robe. Walt’s cock pressed up between her legs as they swayed. Abigail reached back and rubbed her husband’s bulge through his slacks.

“We may have to engage in intense session of something else to clear our minds first.” Abby knew exactly how to appeal to her husband.

“Most definitely! Of course, now I don’t know how I’ll be able give today’s lecture with THAT on my mind!”

Walter kissed his wife excused himself to leave for work. Abigail stood alone in the kitchen as her husband slipped on his sport coat and picked up his brief case. Following him into the entryway, Abby stood in the door waving as Walter stepped outside and walked to his car, which he had parked in the driveway. She was going to miss him. Abby was always self-sufficient, and she managed to stay busy enough during the day. What she felt was unusual to her. There was a clear sense of loneliness. She wondered if all the attention and affection she had received was what made the empty house seem so quiet. Abigail couldn’t wait to continue what Walter had started with her in the kitchen that morning.

Chapter 2:

Lucas returned home later than usual that afternoon. He had stayed after school for a couple of hours, practicing tennis and taking advantage of the empty courts and the extra time. Lucas loved to play tennis. He had developed a powerful backhand and a strong serve. He was quick on his feet and his forehand was a deadly weapon.

Lucas came into the house, and dropped his tennis gear by the door. The house was silent. He walked into the kitchen and grabbed a water bottle from the refrigerator. He opened the lid and tipped the bottle to his lips. He drank the entire bottle, feeling the cold water rush into his throat and wash over his tongue. The chill refreshed him, and he exhaled audibly.

Lucas walked down the hall to his room. He opened the door and sat down on his bed. His phone was on his nightstand, and he picked it up. Lucas had a text message from his friend, Perry.

“Hey. Wanna hang out tonight?”

Lucas responded, “Burnt out from practice. Gonna crash.”

“See ya tomorrow? We’re going to the lake. Lauren and Kaytee are gonna be there.”

“Those two girls from the Junior College?”

“Yeah.”

“Nice! I can’t wait to see them in bikinis!”

“You’re a fucking dork. Pick you up at one.”

“Ok. Later.”

Luke tossed his phone aside and lay back on his bed. His shoulders felt heavy, and his lower back was tight. He stretched out there, then tried to allow his body to relax. Lucas became aware of a sound. It was deep and steady. He couldn’t tell if it was distant and sharp, or close and muffled. Reluctantly, Luke got up from his bed and slunk into the hallway. Following his ears, Lucas crept down the hall and approached the closed doors of his parent’s bedroom. The doors rattled slightly in their frame. Knowing what he was overhearing, Luke’s heart began racing.

Lucas pressed his ear to the door, careful not to bump it audibly. He listened intently over the quiet thumping coming from inside the room. Luke heard a faint sound. It was his father’s voice. Lucas was unsure what Walt was saying. A series of loud and rapid smacks followed. They sounded wet and heavy. Lucas recognized the rhythmic cadence. His mother’s voice was next. Her tone was high and excited.

“Oh God, baby! Yes!”

“Take that cock, Abby!”

“It’s so fucking big! You fill me up so well!”

“Fuck! I love how your pussy swallows my dick!”

“I’m getting so close, baby! I’m gonna cum so hard!”

“Yes, Abby! I’m almost there!”

“Me too, Walt. You’re gonna make me come! Oh, fuck!”

Luke’s heart pounded. His stomach was knotted and his throat was dry. The sounds continued from the other side of the door. Walter grunted, and the slapping noises stopped. Abigail squealed, and there was silence. Lucas’ mouth was open and his jaw was trembling. His breathing was heavy. His mother had just orgasmed. This candid moment was more thrilling than any porn Lucas had ever watched.

“That was incredible,” Lucas overheard his mother say.

“You were fantastic, as usual.”

“You’re just saying that.”

“I mean it!” Walt reassured his wife. “The way your pussy squeezes and massages my cock is fantastic! You just milk the cum right out of me.”

Lucas slowly backed away from the door, terrified that he might give away his presence. His parents’ voices continued to murmur back and forth, getting increasingly quiet, as he tiptoed back down the hall. Luke returned to his room, carefully shutting the door behind himself. His heart pounded. His head was spinning. Luke became aware of a discomfort in his lower body. He had a massive hard-on. Seeking relief, he unzipped his shorts and pushed them down. Wasting no time, Lucas slid the waistband of his underwear to his knees and grabbed his engorged cock.

The sounds vividly replayed in Luke’s head. He reflected on the dirty talk, matching the words to vague images of the actions taking place. It was all very exciting to him, but Lucas wanted to push things further. He thought back to his texts with his buddy. He couldn’t wait for the opportunity to see Kaytee or Lauren wearing skimpy bathing suits. At least, he hoped they would be skimpy. He tried his best to recall how they had looked the very few times he had seen them and make a guess what their bodies might look like when barely covered.

Lauren was the shorter of the two. He had been taken with how round her butt was. Lauren had a soft look, without being overweight. Kaytee’s boobs were enormous compared to Lauren’s, but her frame was thin and her ass was small. Luke imagined Lauren and Kaytee wearing their swimsuits and playing around at the lake. They were tossing a volleyball back and forth. He imagined them laughing, and jumping up and down as they tried to return the ball. Lucas envisioned their chests bouncing and jiggling. Their butt cheeks would shift and sway as they moved around the sandy court. Lucas’ hand moved faster and faster. He felt his cock get harder. His body was tense, and the excitement built.

“Take that cock, Abby!”

The sound of his father’s voice repeated in his head.

Lucas gripped his hard cock firmly and stroked, imagining the girls in their bikinis. Restlessly, the fantasy changed. Lauren was bending over and shaking her back side at him. Her bathing suit was gone. He could see her pussy and asshole. Kaytee was naked next to her, fondling her own tits. She occasionally released them, causing her breasts to drop and bounce for Luke’s amusement. The first time he met her came to mind. From the moment Perry introduced him to Kaytee, they were able to talk effortlessly. He remembered the way she listened and smiled at him. Then there was the time she stopped by the tennis courts after her classes were done for the day. After finishing a match, there she was, calling out and waving to him before coming up and excitedly talking to him through the chain-link fence.

Suddenly, he was overcome by determination. Even if it was only in a fantasy, he was going to have her. Luke envisioned Kaytee in his room. She was lying on her back, on his bed. Her legs were pulled back and bent at the knee. Lucas climbed onto the bed and took his place, with Kaytee’s calves resting on his shoulders. He was holding her firmly by the hips, using his grip for leverage. With every wild thrust, Luke was pulling her by the hips, ramming his cock into Kaytee as deeply and forcefully as possible. Kaytee was moaning, and screaming out encouragement to him.

“Give it to me, Lucas! Fuck me harder! Your cock feels so good!”

“God, you’re so fucking tight!”

His father’s words ran through his mind.

“The way your pussy squeezes and massages my cock is fantastic! You just milk the cum right out of me.”

As he recalled his father’s words, the fantasy shifted. He was still fucking Kaytee, but now she was sitting on top of him, riding his cock. As she bounced, her enormous tits jiggled.

“God, you’re so big and thick, Lucas! It fills me up so much!”

“Your pussy feels so good. I’m gonna explode!”

“Yes! Cum for me, Lucas! Cum in my pussy!”

Lucas groaned, and his cum erupted. Amidst the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced in his young life, he shot out long strands of cum everywhere. When it was finally over, his balls felt thoroughly drained. Some of the semen landed on his bed sheets. More of it dripped down the shaft of his cock. Dazed, he scrambled clumsily around his room. Pulling several tissues from a box on his desk, Luke wiped up his mess as quickly as possible, hoping to clean up his load before any of it could soak into the bedding. He didn’t want to have to explain why he was washing his sheets. Lucas popped out of his room to grab a wash cloth from the bathroom, wetting it before heading back.

Satisfied with the cleanup, he tossed the wash cloth into his laundry hamper and started getting ready for bed. All the while, Lucas was burdened by shame. It felt pathetic and feeble, jerking off to fantasies. He considered himself defective. Why didn’t he have a girlfriend? There had to be some way to actually connect with Kaytee and form a real relationship. He just wasn’t sure what it was. How could he take an ordinary conversation with her and boldly make the step of showing her that he was interested?

Chapter 3:

In the afterglow of a passionate session of lovemaking, Abigail and Walter continued to talk. Despite all their discussions over the past weeks, the couple found themselves without a solution to their dilemma on the eve of their son’s big day. Drawing on his professional expertise, Walt had devised a backup plan. He had hoped to find a more conventional alternative, but since none had presented itself, he shared his proposal with his wife.

“Jeez, Walt.” Abby began, tossing a lock of curly auburn hair from her face. “Are you serious?”

Her husband nodded in reply.

“When I suggested doing something for him I was thinking of taking him on a trip somewhere or signing him up for an activity, like zip-lining or something!” Abby was trying her best to be patient and hear her husband out, but it was extremely difficult under the circumstances.

“Now Abigail,” Walter calmly responded, “I would never suggest anything without thorough research and deliberation.”

Abby knew this was true. Walter, the head of the Anthropology Department at the local university, was nothing if not analytical. His sharp mind was one of the traits that caught Abby’s eye when they first met, although it could also be trying at times as well. He could, and often did, turn even the simplest issue into a spirited intellectual debate. If there was a way to incorporate his area of expertise, comparing and contrasting ancient civilizations and cultures to modern societies, so much the better.

“I know that,” Abby acknowledged. “But I still don’t think I can do it.”

Walter remained silent for a moment, carefully choosing his words.

“I’ll admit it would be a sacrifice, but it would also provide an indispensable opportunity to provide guidance in a very personal way. Many civilizations throughout history have employed similar practices to guide their young men into productive adulthood. Sometimes it was used as a reward system for culturally valued behaviors or accomplishments. Other times it helped by delaying the need to seek out a mate until after necessary life-skills were acquired. It has also been viewed as a way to develop interpersonal talent and confidence. The one common aspect was that it was done in a caring and nurturing environment.”

“But he’s our son!” Abby halfheartedly protested, sensing her husband’s insistence.

“Exactly! He is our pride and joy. He is part of the lasting mark we leave on this world long after we’re gone. Our legacy, in large part, will be determined by the man Lucas becomes. I want him to start that journey with confidence and determination. This arrangement would provide him a safe and comfortable setting to do so, free of heartbreak or, god forbid, sexually transmitted infections.”

“So,” Abigail hesitated, “You consider this essential to his development as a healthy adult?”

“That’s right!” Walter was relieved that his wife understood and appreciated his perspective.

Abby considered the proposal. As a devoted and supportive wife, she felt that she owed it to her husband to at least hear him out. Walt was very passionate about his beliefs. She didn’t want to disappoint him. More importantly, Abby cared about Luke every bit as much as Walter did. She considered herself and extraordinarily caring and selfless mother. Would this be the best thing for him? Abby had always told herself that there was nothing she wouldn’t do for her son. Surely she could keep this unspoken promise, no matter how difficult it might be.

“Alright.” She finally conceded, “If it’s really what he needs.”

“Just think what this will mean for his future!” Walt reassured his wife. “Besides, when it’s all over, you might be surprised how satisfying it feels knowing the unique role you played in shaping the kind of man he becomes.”

“I hope you’re right.”

Chapter 4:

Walter awoke to the familiar sound of his alarm. Despite waking earlier than he normally would on a Saturday, Walt was energized. This was a big day for him. Reaching out slowly with his arm, Walt felt for Abby in the bed. He was alone under the covers. Sitting up, Walt looked toward the bathroom door, which was open. Abigail must have already finished getting prepared, he thought. Everything was exactly as he had planned.

After readying himself for work, Walt headed off to set his plan into motion. Halfway down the hallway he reached Lucas’s room. The door was closed, a sure sign that his son was still asleep inside. Walt knocked gently on the door, hoping not to startle Luke. He could barely hear muttering coming from the other side. Walt knocked again, louder.

“Wha-?” Lucas groggily mumbled.

“Good morning, son. May I come in?”

“Uh, huh. Something wrong, Dad?”

“Not at all.” Walt explained. “I had to be up early for a department meeting. Normally I try to avoid scheduling them on Saturdays, but there was no way around this one. Anyway, I just wanted to be there when you see your final, belated birthday present.”

“Oh, cool. Where is it?”

“Follow me, Luke.”

“Sure. I’ll thrown on some clothes real quick and I’ll be right out!”

“Don’t worry about it. We need to hurry or I’ll be late for my meeting.”

“O… kay, Dad.” Lucas climbed out of bed and followed his father down the hall.

Abigail waited anxiously in the basement, wearing only a lacy pair of light pink panties under a forest green silk robe. Leaning back on the large, leather sofa, she brought one knee up and rested it over the other while she thought about the situation. Her doubts were intensifying as the moment approached. What if Lucas was appalled by the outlandish nature of the offer? His relationship with her and Walt could be irreparably damaged. Or if he told someone, their lives would be ruined. As terrifying as these possibilities were, Abby was comforted by the realization that neither was likely.

Thinking more rationally, she reflected on the details of the proposal. Would Lucas even be attracted to a 43 year-old woman, let alone his own mother? Sneaking a peak of her at the breakfast table was one thing, but wanting to take things further was another matter. Abigail took impeccable care of herself and remained fairly trim for a woman her age. Even so, like most women, she lamented that her youth had passed. How could she compare to Luke’s classmates or any of the girls he’d be surrounded by when he goes off to college? Abby wondered what most caught her son’s eye in a woman. Picturing herself showing off and teasing her son in various ways, Abby caught herself enjoying the idea of figuring out what excited him the most. It certainly would be flattering to see the desire she could ignite in a virile young man like Luke. Abby’s reverie was interrupted when her husband led their son down the basement steps.

“Ah, your present is ready!” Walt announced.

“What present?” Luke was confused.

“Why, right there! Sitting on the couch.”

“Mom?!”

“Surprise, son!” Abby casually chimed in.

“I need to get going.” Walt declared. “Your mom will explain everything.”

Luke was stunned. His father was already out the front door before Luke even attempted to process whatever was happening. His dad was clearly in a hurry to get to his meeting. He must have meant that Luke’s mother would give him his present, but what was it? For that matter, where was it? He did say that she would explain everything. Maybe, Luke thought, his mother was going to tell him what it is now, but he would have to wait until his father comes back to get it. That made sense!

“Lucas, honey,” his mother softly patted the empty space next to her on the couch, “Why don’t you take a seat here, by me?”

“Sure, Mom.”

As he approached, Lucas finally realized that neither he nor his mother had dressed for the day yet. He worried that sitting down might cause the leg of his boxer shorts to ride up enough to expose the tip of his penis, if he wasn’t careful. While deciding how he might tactfully take a seat without flashing his mother, Lucas caught himself looking directly down her robe. Her breasts appeared larger than Lucas would have expected, given that he was accustomed to seeing his mother in relatively conservative outfits around the house. As Lucas studied her chest, he noticed that she did not seem to be wearing a bra. He could barely believe his eyes. His mother’s breasts were surprisingly plump and perky for an older woman. Fearing that she would catch him, Lucas maneuvered himself onto the couch.

“This is a momentous occasion.” Abby began. “You are a man. I’m sure it hasn’t been easy getting here. Your hormones have been going crazy for years. Everything in you is driving you to shut down your mind and chase after every woman in sight.”

“Yeah.” Luke had never been more embarrassed.

“Your father and I are very proud of you for remaining so level-headed through it all. That’s why we both want to give you an opportunity to explore these impulses with a woman for the first time. I’ve volunteered to help with the experience to assure that everything is safe and clean for you. How does that sound, Luke?”

“How could you help with this, Mom? Did you have someone in mind?”

“Actually, I will do anything you need myself.”

Luke was overwhelmed by the situation. Obviously this meant a great deal to his parents. After all, they had certainly discussed it at length. One of them had even thought up the whole idea. Lucas wondered which of his parents had suggested it to the other. Was this something his dad cooked up and dragged his poor mom into, or maybe his mother was simply desperate for a way to celebrate his passage into adulthood. In any case, it was important to them and he didn’t want to let them down.

Looking his mother in the eye, Luke considered her side of the deal. It must have been scary for his mom to be so vulnerable with him, he reasoned. She was incredibly brave to suggest what she had, with no idea how he would react. Now what should he do? On the surface, what his mother had offered to do with him sounded crazy. Nonetheless, rejecting his mother could be devastating to her on such a deep, personal level. Luke certainly wanted to spare his mother’s feelings. Besides, the offer she had made was undoubtedly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Luke was being given a chance at his first sexual experience in a unique, if not unprecedented, way. Not only that, but the encounter would be with a lovely woman who dearly loves and cares about him. How could he say no?

“Mom,” Luke spoke up, “I’m not sure what say.”

“That’s okay, honey. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“No, it’s not that, Mom.”

“Well, what if we just talk for a while.” Abby reached out and took her son’s hand in her own.

“Okay. It’s just that I don’t know where to start.”

“That’s why I’m here, son. I’ll help you.”

“Thanks, Mom.”

“Maybe we should start with a kiss. What do you say?”

“Sure.” Luke leaned in gave his mother a quick peck on the lips before pulling back. “Like this?”

Abby was disappointed by the distance they kept during the fleeting kiss. She had hoped to feel her son’s body pressing against hers. Looking him over, Abby noted that Lucas was exceptionally fit. He played tennis for his high school’s varsity team and regularly ran at the park for his conditioning. Luke also strength-trained with a free weight set, which occupied the corner of the room. His solid shoulders and sculpted arms were a testament to the time he spent lifting in the basement. Abby longed to feel those strong arms wrapped around her. Admiring her son’s muscular thighs, she saw a slight movement in his lap. Was he getting an erection from their kiss?

“That was nice,” Abby encouraged her son, “Now, let’s try holding it a little longer.”

“Sure thing, mom.”

This time their lips met fully. Abby reached an arm behind her son and pulled him against her. Their tongues joined and slowly intertwined. The two were engaged in a long, passionate kiss, no longer as mother and son, but as lovers. Luke instinctively began embracing his mother while Abby’s hand drifted slowly downward from her son’s firm back, making its way to his upper thigh. Massaging his leg, Abby slid her hand back and forth from the top to the inside, intentionally grazing her son’s partially engorged penis. With each pass it felt larger and more rigid against the back of her hand.

“How does that feel?” Abby interrupted their kiss.

“Your hand feels nice, mom.”

“Good, baby. I’m glad you like it.”

Her son’s approval was all Abby needed. Abandoning any pretense of modesty, Abigail placed her hand directly on her son’s lap and tenderly encircled his hard member with her fingers. Lucas enjoyed the sensation of his soft boxer shorts rubbing against his skin as his mother took his manhood into her hand. She proceeded to glide along the length of his shaft in a prolonged caress, causing Lucas to squirm back into the couch.

“That’s right,” Abigail cooed, releasing her son from her grasp. “Lay back and relax. Mommy’s going to take care of you.”

“Take care of me?” Luke dreamily repeated.

Abby lowered herself from the couch, turning to face her son along the way. Kneeling between his legs, Abby reached for Luke’s boxer shorts with both hands and tugged lightly downward. Her son’s eyes shot wide open with shock. He knew what his mother wanted. Luke lifted his hips from the couch cushion as his mother pulled his boxer shorts to his ankles, before freeing them entirely and setting them beside her on the carpeted basement floor. Abby beheld her son’s thick cock, extended triumphantly upward.

“My goodness!” Abby playfully exclaimed. “It’s so big!”

“Thanks, mom.” Luke blushed.

Abby tenderly grabbed her son’s cock. Lucas thought he might lose control right then. The feeling of his mother’s bare hand on his sensitive flesh was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. He was forced to redouble his efforts to stave off an early climax when his mother started slowly pumping.

“Does this feel okay, honey?” Abby asked.

“It feels incredible!”

Abigail continued skillfully jerking her son.

“Oh, fuck!” Lucas immediately regretted his lustful outburst. Normally he would never use that type of language around his mother.

“Sorry, mom. I didn’t mean to swear.”

“That’s quite alright, son. We’re both adults doing very adult things. You can express yourself whatever way feels natural to you.”

Abby picked up the pace on her stroking. Lucas’s pleasure was plainly evident, and it flattered his mother to see the effect she was having on him. It occurred to Abby that it had been a long time since Walt was that age. From what she could remember, he didn’t last nearly as long back then. Sexual endurance was something that progressed with time and experience. She was determined to make sure Lucas’s first time did not come to an end too early, which meant she would have to carefully monitor his reactions and back off a bit, if necessary.

“Oh, mom! You really know how to work my cock!”

“Why, thank you, dear.”

“I love the way your hand feels squeezing my cock! It’s so soft!”

“Hmm, yeah. Mommy wants to make make you feel good.”

Looking into her son’s eyes, Abby smiled up at him. There must be more that he’d like to do. He probably still feels self-conscious, she speculated. Not only is the experience completely new to him, but he would also be asking his own mother to comply with his requests. She would need to take things further for the time being, until Lucas started taking the initiative.

“Would you like to see your mom’s breasts, honey?”

“Really!? Yeah, mom! Please show me your tits!”

Abby took a brief rest from stroking her son’s cock. Still kneeling, she pulled each end of her robe’s belt, untying the bow that held it closed. Abby gracefully drew back the silk robe behind her shoulders, causing it to slide down her back and land in a pile behind her feet. Her supple breasts were now fully on display for her son, as was most of her body. Only a pair of pink lace panties concealed anything from Lucas’s view.

“Wow, mom! Your body is amazing!”

“Thank you, son. You really are quite the gentleman.”

Whether from the slightly cool basement air, her son’s gaze, or both, Abby noticed her nipples tighten and become more sensitive. She could almost feel his stare on her breasts. No doubt he was imagining what it would be like to squeeze them. It turned Abby on to be desired with the intensity of a young man at his prime. She took Lucas’s cock in her hand, once again, and resumed treating him to a fantastic handjob.

“Oh, mom! I like seeing how your tits bounce while you stroke me. It’s so hot!”

“That’s right, Luke! Watch mommy’s tits shake for you!”

“I didn’t realize they were so big!”

“I didn’t want to tease my poor son by showing them off around the house.”

“Well, it’s nice to finally see them!” He paused. “Do you think I could touch them, mom?”

“Of course, son! Whatever you want.”

Luke reached out for his mother’s chest, gently cupping her breasts in his hands. His mother’s erect nipples pressed into his palms. Slowly curling his fingers, Lucas gave her left breast a tender squeeze. His hand was filled generously with Abby’s ageless, pert tit. Craving more, he brought his left hand back and guided the tip of his index finger to his mom’s firm nipple, lightly rubbing up and down.

“That feels wonderful, Luke!” Abby was getting worked up now.

“Thanks, mom.” He leaned in closer and gave his mother another deep kiss, prolonged kiss. “Can I suck on your tits?”

“Absolutely.”

Lucas released his mother’s breasts and held out his left hand for his mother to hold as she rose to her feet. Returning the favor, she braced to help her son up from the edge of the couch. Hunching down and leaning to his left, Lucas surrounded his mother’s nipple with his eager lips. He suckled at it ravenously. Occasionally, he used the suction to give his mother’s breast a playful tug. It was so familiar for Abigail, yet entirely different.

“It’s been so long since the last time you had your mouth around one of my nipples. I never dreamed you’d be doing it again now, as an adult!”

“How does it feel?” Lucas momentarily released her breast.

“It feels unbelievable!” Abby considered the question further. “Your mouth feels so good on my body, son, but there’s more to it than that. It’s like we’re bonding anew, in a naughty and forbidden way.”

Lucas shifted his attention to his mother’s neglected left breast. This time he did his best to get his tongue in on the act. Subtly waving back and forth, Lucas used the tip of his tongue to caress Abby’s nipple. She let out a sultry moan in response. As her son licked and sucked away, Abby caught herself instinctively lowering her hand to the front of her panties. Pressing inward with her middle finger, she could feel her juices beginning to soak into the soft fabric. Meanwhile, Lucas’s hand had made its way around her left hip and his fingertips were testing the firmness of her ass cheek.

“Mom,” Lucas stood up straight and looked his mother in the eyes before continuing, “I was wondering if… we could try having sex?”

“Yes, baby. Like I said earlier, mommy will do anything you need.”

Lucas couldn’t believe his ears. It was as though he was in the midst of a vivid, waking, erotic dream. He didn’t know how to proceed. This was all new territory for him. He looked to his mother, speechless, hoping for guidance. Abby recognized her son’s obvious distress.

“I’m going to lie back on the couch and you can follow me over when you’re ready.” She eased his burden. “Don’t worry, son, you’ll know what to do.”

“Okay, mom.”

Abby serenely turned away from her son and began removing her panties. Lucas watched as his mother’s ass was gradually revealed to his eager gaze. Stopping at her hips, his mother swayed her butt from side to side, freeing the panties from her plump cheeks. Her son stared intently as Abigail stooped forward, lowering the lacy pink material to her knees before letting it drop to the floor. The motion accentuated the curve of her rear. To Lucas, it was like his mother was presenting a gift to her adoring son. His cock twitched. He imagined himself tactlessly shoving it into his mother from behind and pounding away, using her sexy rump to soften the impact, but he didn’t dare to actually try.

Keeping her legs together, Abigail took a seat on the edge of the couch. Pivoting, she brought her heels up onto the farthest couch cushion, forming an arch with her legs. The deliberate movements perfectly hid her most private area from her son. Lucas appreciated the growing anticipation. His beautiful mother was seducing him better than any other woman ever could. Basking in her son’s longing gaze, Abby spread her legs, supporting one against the backrest of the couch while setting the heel of the other down onto the floor. For the first time in his life, Lucas enjoyed an unobstructed view of a woman’s pussy, and it belonged to his own mother. Their intimacy was advancing to another level.

“Your pussy looks so smooth!” Luke marveled.

“I shaved it this morning. What do you think?”

He leaned in for a closer look.

“It’s beautiful!”

“You’re so sweet, Luke.”

“It looks shiny, too.”

“Yes, honey. You’re making me so wet with excitement. Mommy’s pussy is ready for that big, hard cock of yours!”

“Okay, mom, here I go!”

Lucas rested one knee on the couch, beside his mother. Placing a hand on her hip, he pulled Abby’s lower body toward his own. Now balanced and positioned comfortably, Lucas let go of his mother’s hip and grabbed the base of his shaft, pointing it downward, toward his mother. Shifting his weight forward, Lucas guided the tip of his penis to Abby’s waiting cunt. With a small push, Lucas’s cock parted his mother’s slick inner lips and drove into her yielding pussy. Abby felt her vaginal walls resist at first, only to relax and firmly grip her son’s thick member. She relished the sensation of being filled by her son. They were now engaged in the ultimate taboo.

“Oh, shit! You’re pussy is so tight!”

“Oh, yes! You’re really filling mommy’s pussy with that big cock!”

“Your pussy feels like it’s giving my cock a massage!”

“It is. My hot little cunt wants to milk it!”

Lucas started thrusting his hips at a leisurely pace, focusing on the caress his mother’s clamped pussy was providing. Before long, his manhood was glistening from her fluids. He watched with fascination as his cock glided in and out of the same canal that had once brought him into the world. Now, it was bringing him immense pleasure, instead. Abby grunted and moaned with her son’s plunges.

“Oh, fuck! Give it to mommy!”

“Aw, yeah! It feels so damn good to fuck my mother!”

“You’re such a good mother-fucker!”

“Uh, huh! Your pussy was made to take my cock, mom!”

“Yes! Don’t stop! Keep fucking your mom, honey! Fuck me for all I’m worth!”

Lucas wanted to bury his cock as deep as possible in his mother. Wrapping his arm around Abby’s leg, he bottomed out inside her. His thrusts became longer and more forceful; each one causing Abby’s tits to bounce. Abby appreciated her son’s enthusiasm, knowing how thoroughly he wanted to to claim her for himself. In that moment, she was genuinely giving herself to him in the most personal way she could. As he continued to work his mother’s juicy pussy, Lucas felt a tightening within his body. He wasn’t about to end surrender to the impending climax.

“Mom, I’d like to try something different.” He went still, balls deep in his mother.

“What is it, honey?”

“I want to pound you from behind.”

“Sounds fun, baby.”

“Good.”

Luke reluctantly withdrew his cock from Abby’s pussy. Plentiful amounts of fluids were running down Abby’s pussy lips and forming a pool by her ass. She was proud of her son’s stamina. He had been fucking her vigorously for quite a while, and he wanted more. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been treated to such an intense or long-lasting session of lovemaking. It was exhilarating.

Lucas shambled back, still halfway on the couch, to give his mother some space. Rising to his feet, he extended both hands to help her upright. Abby sat, catching her breath for a moment. Lucas patiently waited, entertained by the rise and fall of his mother’s breasts. Soon enough, she was ready. Abby took Lucas’s hands, allowing him to pull her toward him so she could stand. Bringing her chest forward, Abby glanced up to see her son shamelessly staring at her cleavage as she took to her feet. Lucas led his mother to the end of the couch.

“Face the armrest.” Lucas attempted a confident tone. “Now bend over. You can put your forearms along the armrest for balance.”

His mother gladly complied.

“Holy shit!” Luke involuntarily exclaimed.

“Do you like what you see, son?”

“Damn right, I do!”

This position accentuated the curve of Abby’s hips and nicely highlighted the roundness of her ass. She looked back at her son, who was meandering around behind her, taking in her contours from every angle. No detail escaped his attention, from the smoothness of her toned legs, to the taper between her hips and waist, to the folds and recesses of her pussy lips. Lucas also found it surprisingly thrilling to see his mother’s puckered asshole. Taking his place behind her, Lucas teased his mother, sliding the tip of his cock along her inner lips. He backed away momentarily, taking the opportunity to give her ass cheeks a few gentle slaps with the underside of his swollen member. That’s enough playing around, he thought. Lucas couldn’t wait to be inside his mother once again.

Resting on the arm of the couch, Abby anxiously waited for her son to make his next move. She felt a hand suddenly gliding over her left butt cheek. Her son alternately caressed and kneaded the fleshy mound in with his hand. Abby swayed her ass from side to side, hoping that Lucas would get the message. She desperately needed her darling son back inside her. Using his right hand, Lucas guided his cock to its destination. Steadying her with his left hand, he pressed on firmly, sliding back into his mother’s velvety cunt.

“Oh, mom! It feels like you’re squeezing my cock even harder.”

“Yeah, baby. This position makes it such a tight fit. You’re really filling mommy up!”

“Goddamn, it feels great to be back inside you, mom!” Lucas added, gingerly starting his humping motions.

“It feels wonderful for me too, son!”

Lucas decided to pick up the pace. Before long he was pounding away like a madman at his mother’s resilient pussy. Each mighty thrust jiggled her ass cheeks, much to her son’s delight. Luke’s hands lightly traced his mother’s curves, from the small of her back to her hips. The basement was filled with the sounds of Abby’s pillowy rear being slapped by Lucas’s oncoming hips, accompanied by the intoxicatingly obscene squishing sounds of her soaking wet cunt being pummeled by her son. Abby couldn’t deny her pleasure. Something that been intended solely as an arrangement for her son’s benefit was in reality turning out equally fulfilling for herself.

“Don’t stop, honey! Keep pounding your mother!”

“Okay, mom! I’m gonna fuck you like crazy!”

“Yes, baby! Do it! Really let my pussy have it!”

“Fuck, yeah!”

“Just like that, son. You’re making mommy feel so good!”

Abby shifted her left elbow to carry the full weight of her upper body and discreetly slid her free hand back between her legs, under her body. Finding its way to her clit, Abby rubbed small circles while her son continued pumping away at her. Her muscles tingled and clenched against her son’s cock. She knew she wouldn’t last much longer.

Lucas was aware of his mother’s arousal. She had been getting noticeably more open about her satisfaction. The frenzied stimulation that Abby was providing herself, however, added a new layer of intimacy. It appeared to Lucas that his mother wanted to experience an orgasm while he fucked her. He looked down at his shaft, gliding easily in and out of Abby. Thanks to his mother’s pussy, it shined with copious amounts of juices. Studying her round bottom, Luke was captivated by her asshole. Thoroughly coated in lubricating fluids, he wondered if she could take his cock into the tight opening. He desperately wanted to explore his mother’s ass and he couldn’t imagine that he’d ever have an opportunity to do that with her another time. She did say she would do ANYTHING that he needed. Still, he reasoned, that might be asking too much. He didn’t want to risk offending his mother and bringing the whole encounter to an immediate end.

“Oh, Lucas! Ah! I’m coming! I’m coming, honey!”

“Oh, fuck! Mom!”

“Ugh, yes! Yes!!!”

“Come all over my cock, mom!”

“Oh, my god! Fuck!” Abby whined, concluding her orgasm.

Abby had struggled to support herself during her climax, causing Lucas to briefly lose his rhythm. With his mother balanced on both forearms again, Luke picked up where he had left off. It finally dawned on him that he could have more control over his thrusts. He stopped squeezing and stroking his mother’s ass and grabbed on to her hips. With more leverage, Lucas found the most pleasurable speed and depth for his pumping. He wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.

“Are you getting close, honey?” Abby could feel her son occasionally swell and twitch inside her.

“I think so, mom. It’s feeling so fucking amazing!”

“Okay, son. Slowly pull it out.”

“Alright, mom.”

“Good! Now mommy’s gonna finish you off.”

Abby knelt down and turned to face her son. His cock was still slick as she gripped it and worked up and down its length. Abby surprised her son by pointing his cock upward and licking the underside. She suspected that Luke would be excited that his mother was both administering to his sensitive manhood and lapping up her own juices from it. Having adequately teased her son, Abby resumed diligently jerking him while running her extended tongue from side to side under his shaft.

“Mom, what do I do when I’m ready to finish?”

“Just tell me you’re going to come, honey. You can finish on mommy. Don’t worry about the mess.”

As if the new tactile sensations weren’t enough, she seamlessly moved to the tip of Lucas’s cock and surrounded it with her lips; her hand maintaining its steady strokes all the while. Abby took the head in, wrapping her lips tightly around the back of it. She sucked, gently at first, to allow Lucas to familiarize himself with the sensation. Concerned that he might get overwhelmed, Abby cautiously started bobbing her head. Her lips massaged the upper half of her son’s cock, stopping against the sensitive brim of the head on each pass. Abby gradually applied more suction as she expertly tended to her son with her mouth and hand simultaneously, pushing him over the edge.

“Oh, shit!” Lucas nearly forgot to warn his mother. “I’m gonna come, mom! I’m gonna come!”

Relaxing her mouth, Abby retreated, but it was too late. Her mouth was directly in front of Lucas’s cock when he released his first powerful jet of cum, between his mother’s open lips and directly to the back of her throat. Abby barely managed to swallow it without getting choked up. As she recovered from the surprise, another massive spurt hit her left cheek. Her hand still frantically stroking away, Abby aimed her son’s cock lower.

“That’s it, baby! Come for mommy!”

“Yes, mommy! I’m cumming all over you!”

“Cover me son!”

“I’m gonna drench you, mom!”

She watched as a blast of cum splattered at the base of her neck, followed by another above her right nipple. Suspecting that Lucas wasn’t done yet, Abby did not let up. Swinging her son’s cock to the side, Abby took another spurt of cum across her left breast. Lucas’s body shuddered slightly with the intensity of his orgasm. A final spattering of cum landed below Abby’s breast. She slowed her jerking motions and lightened her grip on her son’s cock, gently coaxing out the last dribbles while wiping them onto her soft tit flesh. Lucas relished the sight of his naked mother, thoroughly coated in his warm jizz.

“You did terrific, honey!” Abigail panted.

“Thanks, mom.” Lucas barely had the energy to respond.

“I hope this was a useful learning experience for you.”

“Absolutely!”

“It should give you a nice head start in this aspect of adulthood, anyway.”

“Yeah.” He was at a loss for words. “I love you mom.”

“I love you too, honey.” Abby got up with her son’s help. “You should probably go upstairs and take a shower. I’ll be right up to do the same.”

Chapter 5:

Walter returned home with a bounce in his step, eager to learn if his idea was a success. Did sweet Abigail go through with the plan? Was Lucas receptive? Would the experience prove as beneficial as he thought it would? Walt wasn’t even sure whether he would seek out his wife or his son first for answers as he sprung from his car and rushed toward the front door. His hand shook from the anticipation, making it difficult to align his house key with the deadbolt lock.

Abby was in the master bathroom, drying her hair in front of the vanity mirror after a well-earned shower. While her husband unintentionally slammed the front shut as he hastily entered their home, she could barely hear the sound of the door closing at all. She flicked off the switch on the handheld dryer and gently placed the now silent device on the hard countertop. Abby’s heart raced as panic set in. Walter would certainly want to know how the encounter went. Would he ask Lucas first, or her? It didn’t really matter. Either way he would be asking their son about it at soon enough. How much might Lucas tell him? Abby struggled to listen for her husband’s approaching footsteps over the sound of her own heartbeat. Halfway down the hall, they stopped.

Walter turned and lightly tapped the door frame to Luke’s room with his knuckle before leaning in.

“Do you have a moment, son?”

“Sure, Dad.” Luke obliged.

“How was your special present? Did everything go well?”

“Yeah.” His son awkwardly confirmed. “It was great! Thanks.”

“I’m glad to hear it. Congratulations, son!”

“Honestly,” Luke elaborated, “I was a little nervous at first, but then Mom explained how important it was to both of you. That helped a lot.”

“That’s only natural. You’ve entered a new phase of your life. You are officially a man. Before long you’ll be going off to college and out into the world on your own. Your mother and I wanted to help you prepare for what lies ahead.” Walter, beaming with pride, started for the door, then turned to offer some final encouragement. “I have a feeling you’ll have the opportunity to do something like this again, soon enough.”

Misunderstanding his father’s words, which were simply meant to inspire him to meet a woman and form a relationship of his own some day, Luke was convinced that his father had just given him indefinite permission to practice his sexual technique with his own mother. He was elated. His deepest and most intense desire had been granted: one he somehow didn’t even realize he had until today. When would it happen next? Would the experience be essentially the same, or different somehow? His head was spinning. He couldn’t believe his parents’ generosity.

“Thanks again, Dad!”

Abby stared into the mirror while clumsily attempting to fix her hair. The incomprehensible voices down the hallway stopped. She drew in a slow breath, hoping to calm her nerves. What had Luke told his father, she wondered? What exactly was Walt going to ask her? The bathroom door rattled as Walter swung open the door to the master bedroom. Abby nearly jumped. Recomposing herself, she resumed adjusting her hair. Walt would be in any second now to ask about her time alone with their son.

Walter slowly opened the door to the master bathroom and peered in. His beloved Abby was facing slightly away from him. She hadn’t noticed him yet, it appeared. Walt admired his wife as she absentmindedly arranged strands of her hair. Scanning her form, Walter’s gaze stopped on Abby’s ass. He noted how her smooth, shiny, aqua, bikini-cut panties exposed just the right amount of skin while also leaving something to the imagination. Her body still drove him wild just as much as it did when they were newlyweds. Walter’s focus shifted to the mirror, where he could see his lovely wife’s breasts emphasized by a matching push-up bra. His mind wandered, recognizing what a thrill it must have been for Luke, nearing his sexual peak peak as a man, to see this gorgeous woman in much the same way.

“There’s my seductress.” Walt began. “How did things go while I was away?”

“I think they went well.” Abby modestly replied.

“Were you able to do everything we discussed?”

“Yes. I did everything.” Abby intended the double-meaning of her statement.

“You stroked him to orgasm,” Walter clarified, “AND you exposed your breasts while you did it?”

“Of course.”

“Wonderful! I bet he appreciated that.”

“He certainly did.” Abby coyly responded.

“Now, that wasn’t worth all the apprehension, was it?”

Abby merely smiled back at her husband.

Walter was ecstatic. Abby had really come through. She was truly the most loving and caring mother imaginable. She had put their son’s well-being above all else. Walt was proud of her. Best of all, the arrangement had already proven beneficial. The improvement in Luke’s demeanor was immediately apparent during their conversation earlier. It was almost like speaking to a peer. What his son said, and what he did not say, about the encounter with his mother showed remarkable thoughtfulness, maturity, and respect. Walt was impressed. He also felt a tremendous sense of accomplishment, as his idea had served its purpose flawlessly. Walt was glad that he had the conviction to bring the proposal to Abigail and to advocate his views on it. Although she was reluctant at first, Abby had clearly seen the merit in the plan. Brimming with pride, Walt retreated to the bedroom to change out of his work clothes.

“You were right, it really is satisfying knowing what I did for our son.” Abby called out from the bathroom, masking her glee. Walter was completely unaware of the extent of what had transpired between her and her son.

-The End