There she lay in bed, just letting the A/C bring her to a snooze, but her thoughts kept her pert and awake. Thoughts of Jake, and what they had done. She was determined to resist Jake, but in her mind she could run wild. She unbuttoned her shorts and slid the zipper down to the base. Her panties were black and lacy, as well as partially see-through. She normally would save these for a special occasion but when she dressed herself this morning she was still feeling the heat between her legs from the night before. Her hand floated down, caressing her breasts as she passed them. Further down she went until she was at the top of her panties. But she didn’t go straight in. No, instead she stayed above her panties and traveled down until her fingers contacted the dampness of her panties. At first she hesitated, surprised at herself. She was more worked up than she thought. She decided that warranted a change of panties and stood up.
She walked to her panty drawer and picked out something more sensible. There were some plain whites in there that she decided upon. She slid out of her shorts and her panties in one move and kicked them off to the side. She stood in front of the closet door mirror and admired her lower half. She had nothing on but her tank top and socks now. Her legs were still tanned nicely, but her crotch was what she was most proud of. Clean shaven, and not a trace of razor burn. Her labia barely peaked out, and a hint of her clitoris was just enough to give her crotch an irresistible appeal, one that made men want to immediately slurp her up.
Looking down she noticed the glisten, she was still very wet, and was no doubt not making her case any better, staring at herself in the mirror. Her hand yet again found its way to her crotch and met her lips. She spread them, opening herself up a bit. She could feel the drool that had just begun to gather. She brought her fingers to her face to see. Indeed, the viscous juice of her own feminine cream. She returned her hand down and continued spreading. It was then that she decided she’d go to town on herself.
Back to the bed she laid on her stomach and went through her drawer, in a box was a massager. Not a full on dildo, this was long, but nowhere near the girth or detail of a standard vibrator. But this wasn’t for her vagina. Along with the massager she pulled out a small bottle of water based lubricant. She squirted a bit of the lube into her hand and ran her hand up and down the massager. She then put a dab on her index finger. On her bed, legs spread wide open, she brought her hand down, past her vagina and to her sweet rosebud. There she spread the dab around a bit and then gently entered herself.
She was admittedly very tight at first, but her self training had made the hole more eager and relaxed. She took a deep breath and relaxed and her sphincter accepted her. She wiggled the finger a bit and moved it in and out a couple of times. Her vagina grew even wetter and she couldn’t stand it any longer. She placed the tip of the massager at her anus and pushed. After the slightest pause, her anus opened up and she switched it on. The vibrations were powerful. She moaned quietly and fucked her asshole with the massager a few times, then pushed it in to its base until she could feel the vibrations deep inside her. She switched her attention to her vagina. She played with herself a bit, but the teasing seemed irrelevant seeing as she was the only one invested in her current sexual release. She massaged her clit in circles and used her left hand to finger-fuck herself. The trifecta was complete. Her asshole surged with pleasure, her clit was being stimulated and two fingers sloshed in and out of herself. She lay in bed, letting small squirts of liquid drip onto the bed. Unbeknownst to her, Jake was in the shower, in need of the same release.
Jake had been imagining, of course, showering with his mother. Even though she had “performed” on him, he still hadn’t seen her breasts. Yes, he had felt them, but there was no image to place with the memories of her softness, her ampleness. Thoughts drifted to the warm water traveling down the curves of her body, accompanied by sweet acoustic music. These weren’t just filthy thoughts of eroticism, no these were sweet imaginings of a boy fully in love. There she was, in the shower with him. Jake didn’t know what to do, he was at the full mercy of his illusion. His mom, hair slicked down, approaches him. He blushes, he’s still not able to comprehend her beauty, and she knows he’s nervous.
Now she’s right up against him. Amanda wraps her arms around her son’s neck and just holds him. At first her supple, round breasts press against him in euphoric contact, but the feeling disappears as the warmth of their bodies makes them meld. Below Jake can feel her crotch pressing against his, which made sense, them both being the same height. What was Mom like down there? Was she shaven? Did she have a patch, or did she unashamedly brandish her womanly furrow? Jake had once seen her changing when he was 5 and she was 23. Back then she had quite a bit of hair. Her breasts also hung in the air a bit more and stood more at attention. So in his mind Amanda had a bush, which tickled his manhood. Jake’s own arms raised to his mom’s side and brought her in tighter. They moved apart for a second, Amanda’s arms still around Jake’s neck. She smiled at him, a motherly smile mixed with arousal, worry, and even pride in her son.
Jake trembled, but Amanda took the lead. She closed her eyes, and Jake closed his. There was nothing for a moment or two until he felt her lips press against his. Jake knew not what to do, but luckily his mother did. She spread her lips a bit and spread her sons with her own. It was a lover’s kiss, and it was the sweetest thing he’d ever had. Amanda opened her eyes as did Jake. Without saying a word she got onto her knees. Jake still trembled, he didn’t think it would stop. Without a moment’s hesitation she wrapped her hand around her son’s cock and kissed it lightly on the tip. The feeling Jake imagined caused him to jolt, and his thigh muscles tightened up. But Jake knew what a fellatio from his mother was like, so he changed what was going to happen.
Amanda looked up and smiled at Jake, Jake then smiled nervously himself. She reached for the soap and let a bit out onto her palm. Once she had a sufficient amount she then began lathering her breasts. She scooted closer to his crotch and pushed Jake onto the tub’s ledge. Jake let his illusion take hold, for in actuality his eyes were closed. Amanda proceeded to place her breasts together and aim the tip of Jake’s cock in the crevice she had created. Without warning she slid down until his dick poked out from the top. Amanda looked down and gave it a quick lick. Then she began sliding, up and down, up and down.
Jake moaned loudly in reality, for he was stroking his own cock. Up and down the illusion went, the soft billowiness of her tits enveloping his cock. This went on and on until Jake could stand no more. He came hard, sending thread after thread of his cum flying into the air, some landing on the shower floor, some on his stomach and chest. He opened his eyes finally, but his mother wasn’t there. He was saddened for a bit, but finally snapped out of his post-masturbation funk. He let the water run off the cum that had splattered the shower floor and himself. He felt like he had been in the shower long enough, and quickly dried himself. And while he was finishing up, his mother was too.
Amanda had been sliding her fingers knuckle deep into her pussy for a good five or six minutes. She could never tell time while pleasuring herself. Her holy trinity of anal, clitoral and vaginal pleasure was working its magic. In her mind, Jake appeared as she had appeared in his. He was fucking her steadily, his cock placed itself firmly in her asshole while she finger fucker herself. Amanda could last a long while, but she could have a hair-pin trigger if she wanted. But in this session she was savoring the pleasure of her son’s cock spreading her asshole wider than it had been spread.
Her right hand continued fingering while her left hand left her clitoris and grabbed hold of the massager placed deep in her ass. She started twisting and turning it, making it rub against the walls of her rectum. She could feel the vibrations in her pussy. There was Jake, young, viral, and thin with a hint of muscle tone, but long and hard where it truly counted. He reamed her, in and out, in and out. Amanda approached her final stop as Jake had. She felt the pleasure building, until finally it happened, she arched her back and kicked her pelvis into the air while continuing to finger and fuck her asshole with the massager.
“Oh, Jake! Fuck!” She let out as she climaxed.
She arched her back and her ass rose off the bed. With her climax came something that she was notorious for with her husband as she let squirt after squirt escape her vagina. Then came a long squirt that soaked the bed immediately in front of her pelvis. Her bottom fell back down to the bed, and she lay there, riding the waves of pleasure. But her outcry hadn’t been unheard. Jake, who had just pulled his shorts on and exited the bathroom, heard his mom. Without any context it sounded like she had hurt herself or possibly stubbed her toe. So, Jake went to her closed door and knocked twice.
“Mom, you okay?” He asked, naive of what she was really doing.
Amanda jumped with a start, Jake had heard.
“Oh, I hit my damn toe against the bed. Pardon my french.” She laid there, massager still going strong in her ass, praying he hadn’t heard his name and just the outcry.
“Yikes!” was all Jake had in reply which relieved Amanda.
She quickly pulled out her fingers which trailed a thread of her cream. The massager was still humming strongly, so she switched it off and pulled it out. Rising from the bed she noticed the massive wet spot that she had created on the bed.
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