The following is a work of fiction. It is fantasy and intended for entertainment purposes only. The author does not condone anything illegal, abusive, or unhealthy. Many topics explored herein may have intensely negative consequences if enacted in real life. No one's nut is worth ruining a life.
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Frank Capshaw lay in bed watching TV. He was only half paying attention to whatever late-night talk show was on; his mind was elsewhere.
Jo Capshaw quietly opened the bedroom door and stepped inside.
"How'd it go?" He asked.
"Good," she answered, dropping her silk robe to slip into bed nude.
Frank sidled down and extended his arm for her to use as a pillow as she snuggled up next to him. "That's good. Did he have any questions?"
"A few," she smiled.
"Come on, baby girl. Don't make me pull teeth."
"Fine then," Jo sighed and ran her hand along his chest. "He asked if you knew what we were doing, and he asked if he could touch me, and he asked if I could suck him."
Frank nodded. "Did he fuck you?"
Jo shook her head. "Came in my mouth."
Frank chuckled and said "I bet that didn't take long."
The two lay together in silence for a while, the TV's inane chatter filling the space until Jo spoke again. "I think it's working."
"It sounds like he's having fun."
"I just worry," Jo said. "Now that it's finally happening, will he stop seeing me as his mother? He still needs parenting."
Frank thought about this. "I see what you're saying. How do you keep your authority when you're sucking the boy's cock?"
"Right," she said.
"He needs boundaries. Some way that you can maintain control even when you want him to feel in charge."
Jo thought for a moment. "Maybe just certain nights? Like Sunday night is play night?"
Frank shrugged. "Seems a bit limiting. I'd be upset if I could only have you once a week."
Jo purred and said "you can have me anytime you want me, daddy." She latched her mouth onto his neck and sucked.
"What if it was like you give him permission. Maybe we put a sign up saying whether you're open for business or not."
"I want him to feel empowered to come to me when he wants me. We just need a way to keep things within moderation."
"And to also get him to clean his damn room," Frank said.
Jo looked up at him. "I have an idea."
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Mark Capshaw lay back on his bed staring up at the ceiling. He listened closely to the soft moans and slurping sounds as his mother fellated him. His orgasm rose up quickly and without warning. Two quick spasms of his stomach muscles and he was gasping as he erupted into her mouth.
Jo easily took the load into her mouth and swallowed when she felt his orgasm subside. Smiling as she withdrew, she said "Yum. Thanks, Marky."
"Sorry I didn't last longer," he whispered.
"Oh Marky, It's a compliment to me that you came so quick. Don't feel bad; I love it."
"Really?" He asked.
"Of course!"
"Can we do it again?" He asked.
"Of course," This time Jo's voice dropped low and sensual.
Mark leaned back and put his hands behind his head.
After a moment, Jo asked "Did you mean right now?"
"Yeah," Mark said. "You can get me hard again I bet. It felt amazing."
"Marky, it's your bedtime. We can't go again right now. I'm glad you asked though because I want to talk to you about something. Sit up, please."
Mark sat up in his bed as Jo got up off her knees and fetched a small chalkboard from Mark's book shelf. She brought it over and sat beside him in his bed then showed him what she had written in neat little rows using his colored chalk.
"What's this?" He asked.
"These are special points that you get to redeem whenever you want. Like a Mommy Menu. See?"
Mark read down the list:
10: Groping
30: Handjob
50: Blowjob
100: All the way
"What does groping mean?" He asked.
"It means like when you feel Mommy's breasts or put your hand between my legs when we're watching TV," Jo answered.
Mark thought about this as he read the rest of the list. "How many points do I have now?"
"You've used them all up, honey. You need to earn more."
"How do I do that?"
"Well, doing your chores, helping out around the house, cleaning your room. That type of stuff is all worth points. The big points come from your grades though. For every A you bring home on a report card, you get a hundred points."
Mark thought it over. So if I got straight A's, that would be, like, seven hundred points.
Jo nodded.
"And I could use them whenever I want?"
"Whenever, wherever. They're yours to spend however you want."
"What if I want to do something that's not on the list?"
Jo considered this. "Then we'll figure out what it costs and add it."
-
"Yes!" Mark tried to muffle his excitement. Looking down at the sheet of paper, his mind immediately started doing some calculations.
"How'd you do, dude?" Tony asked from the desk beside him. "Mrs. Luck gave me a fucking C."
"Sucks, dude," Mark answered on auto-pilot.
Tony leaned over and got a look. "Damn! Mr. Einstein over here. Guess all that homework was good for something."
Mark looked down at his report card: "A"s flowing down the page in a glorious uninterrupted column. Even Coach Miser took pity on him for having to sit out the whole week when he kept claiming that he forgot his swimsuit (in reality, he didn't want to show the hickeys that covered his navel).
"How'd you pull an A out of Mr. Barber? That guy hates everyone."
"Well, it helps if you do the work and answer the test questions correctly," Mark said with a twinge of sarcasm in his voice. "Maybe if you did more of that and less staring at Jessica Knowles' ass... just sayin'."
"Like you wouldn't crush that," Tony answered. "Yo, you comin' over to Ant's after school? Blake said he swiped a video from his dad's basement stash."
"Not today," Mark said. "We're going out to eat, have to come straight home" he lied.
"Sucks for you." Tony shoved his report card into his backpack and waited for the bell to ring.
-
Mark was chatting online when his mom finally got home. He finished up his various conversations so he could be ready when she appeared at his door. He had disrobed as soon as he got home but had been keeping himself hard with pornographic images on his computer along with the chat. He moved to his bed once his computer was shut down and lay on top of his blankets, slowly stroking himself while watching the door.
A light knock came a few minutes later. "Come in," he said.
The door opened and Jo stood there wearing only a pair of stockings and a garter belt. Her small breasts and smooth mound were exposed for all to see on her petite athletic frame. "Do I look alright, Marky? I didn't see anything else laid out for me on my bed," she said.
"You look amazing, Mom," he replied. "Please come in."
She entered his room, placing her hands on her hips. "You did such a good job this semester. I am so proud of you. I can't believe how smart my special boy is."
"Come here," he half whispered. He was used to seeing his mom in the nude but there was something about the sight of her dressed in lingerie that he picked out that really got him going. He watched as she crossed the room to the foot of his bed.then said "Come up here. Stand over me so I can see you."
Jo stepped up onto the mattress and stood with her feet at Mark's hips. As she looked down at him, he sat up and started kissing her navel just below her belly button. His hands travelled up her legs to squeeze her ass. "Mmm that feels good, Marky."
Without hesitation, Mark slid a finger inside her. She was already wet. After giving his finger a taste, he laid back down and said "Now sit on it."
Jo smiled and said "Whatever you want, Marky. This weekend I'm all yours." With a well-practiced smooth motion, she squatted down onto him, using one hand to guide him in as she sat down onto his crotch. She had no problem taking him since she was fairly worked up and he was still nowhere near as large as his father. As she felt the tickle of his pubes against her lips, the tip of his cock just barely touched against her cervix. She always thought of her son as a perfect fit. "Is this what you want, Marky? You want Mommy to ride on your cock?"
"Ugh... mmmm... yes, Mommy. Ride my dick. Let me feel you do that thing... where you squeeze me from inside." Mark leaned back and let his mother do her thing. As she rocked her hips forward, he felt a wave of muscle grip him from base to head then back down again. She timed her contractions as she rocked back and forth, milking him. He'd never felt anything like it. "God, yes. That... feels so... good!"
Jo continued, flexing her kegels in repeating patterns as she grinded on him. She could feel her son swell in return; she slowed down and bent lower to kiss him. His tongue pushed into her mouth, searching for her own. They played together like that for a while, sucking each other's tongue and enjoying the kiss. And then she whispered "Want to change positions, honey?"
Mark shook his head and whispered back "No, Mommy. Make me cum like this."
"Are you sure?" She asked.
Mark nodded and said "I want to cum inside you. Can I?"
"With grades like those, you can do whatever you want." She lifted her ass off him by a few inches, feeling him pull halfway out of her, then slammed her weight back down until her thighs slapped against his. Keeping her face right next to his, she started bringing her ass up and down on him.
Mark felt the rhythm and started bringing his hips up to meet her each time she pounded down. He could hear her breath grow shallower into ragged grasps as her tempo increased. His balls felt soaked with her sex that leaked with each slap of their skin. He reached up and grabbed her ass with both hands, feeling the pressure mounting in himself as well.
"Feels... so... fucking... good!" Mark said between thrusts.
Mark clamped down on each cheek and held her close to him, keeping her from withdrawing. "Mommy!!! I'm cumming!!!! Mommmmmyyyyy!"
Jo felt that final swell, Mark got even bigger before erupting in a warm bath of liquid filling her up. She managed a small orgasm as well, reacting to his spasms and shudders. The warmth spread through her like a warm blanket.
-
Afterward, Mark asked his mom about her weekend plans and how many points he could burn through before Monday.
"About that," she said, still wearing the garter and stockings but under his sheets so his blankets didn't stain with what was leaking out of her. "You're doing so great at school. What do you think about a weekend trip, just the two of us?"
"A weekend trip? To where?" He asked.
"We could go anywhere, but I was thinking maybe up to Springfield. They have those outlet malls up there and nobody knows us; we could get a hotel room as a couple, go out to eat. How does that sound?"
Mark's first thought was that it would take them away from his bed which was where he wanted to spend the next 72 hours, but the more she spoke he started to grasp what she was saying. They'd always been very careful to not do anything inappropriate in public just in case they ran into someone they knew, but that wouldn't be a factor in an unfamiliar town. The thought of fucking her in a hotel room was pretty hard to pass up. "What about Dad?" He asked.
"We've talked about something like this in the past," Jo replied. "This would be a good weekend for it since he won't get home from his business trip until Wednesday. I will call him and talk it over if you think it would be fun."
-
Two hours later, they were on the road. They watched the sun set on their left as they got on the interstate and started heading north. Jo still had her stockings and garter belt on but had covered it with a flimsy sundress and nothing else. The dress was probably too chilly for this early in the year. She didn't mind however since Mark chose it along with most of the other clothing in her bag.
After fiddling with the radio for a while, Mark reached into his bag and withdrew a Case Logic CD case. After careful consideration, he put one in the car's stereo.
"Who is this, Marky?" Jo asked. The music was old-time jazz but the band sounded new.
"Squirrel Nut Zippers," Mark said as he nodded his head to the tune.
"That's an old candy I think," she said.
"Really?"
The two drove for a while listening to Mark's music to pass the time. Now that the sun was down, the scenery along the interstate was fairly boring. After a while, Mark started getting bored."How long till we get there?"
"Still a few hours, honey." Jo looked over. "Need to stop?"
"No it's not that," Mark said. "I'm just bored."
"Well," Jo smiled. "Why don't you take your dick out?"
"What?"
"What? You don't want to?" She smirked.
Mark thought about it. "I guess... I just never... really? That's, like, okay?"
"Of course. The other drivers can't tell. Come on, let me see it."
Mark leaned back in his seat and unzipped his jeans. Not wanting anything to get caught in the zipper, he lifted his ass and pushed them down a bit before pulling himself out of his boxers.
"You have such a nice dick, Marky. It's going to make so many girls happy. Rub it for Mommy."
Jo kept stealing glances away from the road as Mark did as she asked. Soon it was hard and standing at attention. "What now?" He asked.
"What do you want?" She asked.
"I wish I could feel your pussy," Mark blushed. "I'm not sure I want to spend the points now though."
Jo looked over at her son then took his hand and moved it between her legs. "Let's just have fun this weekend, Marky. We'll worry about points later, ok?"
"Really" he asked.
Jo shifted her hips forward and spread her legs as far as she could while keeping her foot on the gas pedal. "Really. Now please put your finger inside me, honey. Make me- oohhhhh" her words caught as she felt her son's finger slip into her hole, quickly curving and pulling up to hit her G-spot. She had taught him well. "That's a good boy. Right there."
Mark turned on his side to look at his mother straight on. With one hand buried between her legs, he used the other to tweak her nipple through the thin material of her dress. While she insisted that she wear something in the car, he chose the thing with the thinnest fabric. Both nipples poked against the dress now as they swelled and hardened. "I don't want any other girls, Mom. Just you." He pulled up on his finger and caught her spot, rubbing hard.
"Ok ok ok, slow down," Jo closed her legs, forcing her son's finger out of her pussy. "You keep doing that, we'll end up off the road. Ahh, perfect timing." Jo got into the right lane and took the next exit. She then pulled the car into a rest area parking lot and parked near the restrooms. A few 18-wheelers were parked in the truck lot but otherwise just a handful of cars sparsely populated the area around them. "Come on," she told Mark as she killed the engine and got out of the car.
Jo took Mark's hand and led him down a path toward a small free-standing structure that housed restrooms, passing by a few vending machines and a bulletin board with random flyers behind scratched glass. The rest area was mostly dark except for areas illuminated by light posts and eerily quiet. As she turned toward the men's room entrance, Mark stopped. Jo looked back and said "it's ok, there's probably nobody in there." Pulling her son forward, she pushed open the door.
Two men immediately separated and stood at adjacent urinals. One of them loudly coughed. A second later, one of the stall doors abruptly closed.
"Uh huh," Jo said to herself and started pulling Mark toward a counter arrayed with sinks.
"Whoa," Mark said as he stopped once again, pulling back against Jo's momentum.
Jo returned to him and gave Mark a kiss. She felt him jump at the close contact but wrapped her arms around him and kept him close. "They don't care, Marky. They're here for their own thing. See?"
Mark looked over and noticed both men at the urinals turned to watch him but didn't say a thing. The closest one had half-turned away from the urinal and exposed a glimpse of his erect uncircumcised penis. After a moment, they both turned back toward each other and he saw their hands reach at each other. Looking back at his mother, Jo was smiling at him.
"See? They don't care. Come over here." She stepped backward and once again started leading him toward the middle sink. When she was close enough, she turned around and watched her son's face in the large wall mirror as she pulled up the back of her dress and bent over to rest her elbows on the counter. "I want you to fuck me right here, honey."
Mark looked around the room once more. It was clear that the men at the urinals were jacking each other off and it looked like one was about to get down on his knees. To his right, a row of stall doors ended with one closed and a pair of feet sticking out from underneath. The place smelled pretty gross but something about seeing his Mom there with her ass and slit exposed, framed by the garters, her eyes staring back at him through the dirty mirror, was undeniably hot.
"Fuck yeah," he whispered to himself and unzipped his jeans, stepping up behind his mom as he pulled both pants and boxers down to his knees.
"Mmm get that pussy, honey. It's all yours." Jo wiggled her ass at him.
Mark slapped it then spread it apart, seeing her slit wet and shiny. He quickly positioned himself - it was easy from this angle - and plunged in.
"Fuck yes, honey," Jo hissed. "Fuck that cunt."
Mark grunted in response and pushed with all his weight forward. Jo's hand slipped on the counter and slid forward closer to the mirror, now with her elbows on either side of a sink. God, her pussy felt so good, and she was talking so dirty! He looked at her in the mirror staring back at him. Her mouth was open, brow furrowed. Each thrust made her jerk forward but she never broke her stare. "Take that cock, ma-" he caught himself. Calling her Jo didn't feel right though. Best to just not say anything.
"Fuck me, baby," Jo said after she felt him momentarily lose focus.
"Mind if I join?" A voice said to their left. Mark looked away from his mother in the mirror and saw one of the guys from the urinal standing next to them with his hard dick in his hand. He was latino with a sizable belly and thick thatch of black hair surrounding the base of his veiny uncircumcised cock. His urinal buddy zipped his fly as he left.
"That's up to my man," Jo said, smiling and motioning her head back toward Mark.
"Looks more like a boy to me," The man said.
"He fucks like a man," Jo said.
The man nodded and said "Can't argue with that. Has a nice cock too. What do you say, man?" He stepped closer to Mark.
"Maybe just watch?" He wanted his mom all to himself this weekend.
The man stepped back and started stroking himself. "Fair enough. She's loving your dick, bro. Fuck her nice and hard."
Mark did just that, holding onto Jo's hips like handlebars and slamming into her as hard as he could. He heard her soft moans and unintelligible whispers escape in a staccato stream, interrupted each time he went in and made her breath hitch. Entering her was like cutting through warm butter now. Wet slaps echoed against the tiles in a steady rhythm.
Two men exited the far stall on their right. One approached a sink and spit a load of semen into it before turning to leave. "Fish in the men's room," he muttered under his breath. The other, still adjusting himself in his jeans as he walked toward the door, saw the two of them and said "Nice, kid. Keep going" then walked out.
The three of them were alone for a few minutes, the latino urging Mark on with his words while slowly using his hand. When he stepped forward to try touching Jo's hanging breast through her dress, she pushed Mark back and stood up straight. "Look but don't touch," she said as she turned around and brought her dress off her shoulders down around her waist. She then pulled Mark close and hopped up on the lip of the counter. "Come here, honey."
Mark stepped up and kissed her as he wrapped his hands around her back. Her nipples were hard pebbles against his chest. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him toward her sex. He was so hard he didn't need to guide himself with his hand. Sliding in like a glove, she moaned and lightly bit his neck. "Fill me up, Marky," she whispered in his ear. "I'm all yours."
Now intimately close, Mark felt her ragged breaths on his neck as he fucked her. He felt her hips buck in answer to his thrusts, mashing her clit against his pubic hair. Her moaning rose in pitch as she neared orgasm.
Another stranger walked in the restroom behind them. Mark saw him in the mirror but didn't dare stop. This man was older, wearing a trucker hat on top of salt and pepper whiskers and a dimpled chin. He took in the scene and reached for his crotch. Without a word, he pulled out a thick and stubby dick and started jerking to get it hard.
The latino motioned for him to get closer then reached his free hand out toward the stranger as the two of them leaned against the counter next to Jo and Mark. "Nice cock," the latino said. "Want me to suck it?"
The guy in the trucker hat nodded and took his hand away, keeping his eyes on Jo and Mark as the latino got down on his knees.
"Fuck, Marky... I'm cummmiiinnnnngggg" Jo let out a deep exhale as her body started shuddering. Mark felt her pussy clamp down and knew to stop thrusting and let her ride it out. To keep from cumming, he closed his eyes and thought of what homework he was putting off by taking this trip for the weekend.
Jo shook and spasmed in her son's arms, first clenching her body to bring the climax on then relaxing and letting the hot lightning flashes fire her muscles on their own. The audience had accelerated things. From this angle she could see the hunger in both men's eyes. Even the cocksucker was still stealing glances up at them while he worked. They both wanted her, wanted her sex. But this weekend it was not hers to give. This weekend she belonged to her son, and her son said no. When she could verbalize thoughts once again, she whispered into Marky's ear "Where do you want to cum, honey? You can do anything you want."
Mark hesitated for a moment as he felt her body loosen to the point where he could start fucking again then thought about her question. He got an idea.
"You're face," Mark whispered back. "I want to cum on your face, Mom." Hopefully it was quiet enough where the other guys couldn't hear, but just saying the words out loud with them in the room almost triggered him.
"Do it," Jo whispered back. "Cover me with your jizz. Tell me when you're ready, honey. I'm hungry for it." She bit the lobe of his ear.
Immediately ready, he pulled back and stepped away. Jo quickly swung her legs down and hopped off the counter, dropping to her knees and looking up at her boy.
"Fuck," the trucker said. "Paint her face, kid. Oh fuck."
Quickly glimpsing behind him, Mark saw the guy in the trucker hat holding the back of the latin guy's head against his crotch. He looked back at his mom and saw her ready with her mouth open and her eyes locked onto his.
He grasped his cock and felt a thick layer of Jo's sex squelch between his fingers. Jesus, she was wet. Working it into a lather, he quickly jerked his cock until he felt the flood gates open then held it still with his head pointed toward Jo's mouth. She instinctively closed her eyes.
The first spurt shot funny, angling upward and missing Jo entirely to hit the mirror instead. He quickly angled down before the next spurt shot straighter, splashing against her chin and falling down onto her chest. Correcting once more, Mark's third shot hit bullseye by splashing a thick rope of cum across one of Jo's cheeks, eyelids, and onto her forehead. The fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh also hit their mark, painting one side of her in pearlescent white. With the pressure valve emptied, Mark's last few deposits dripped straight down into Jo's mouth.
Waiting a couple seconds to make sure he was done, Jo smiled and reached up with her lips and tongue to find Mark's cockhead without opening her eyes. It felt like he had thoroughly coated one half of her face, burying her right eye in a heavy pool of cum. She squinted and opened her left eye, seeing her boy's post-orgasm face smiling down at her. "Mmmmmm," she swallowed the little bit that had caught in her mouth then latched onto his head to gently suck out anything that might still be in the barrel.
"Goddamn," Trucker Hat said. Mark looked over and saw he had released the latino guy's head, revealing a wilting white dick slick with spit. The latin guy was also laughing as he leaned back and wiped his lips. Looking back to his mom, he saw her trying to scoop the cum out of her right eye so that she could see again. "Hold on," he told her then reached for a paper towel.
Mark delicately used the corner to wipe as much as he could away from his mom's eyelid. Between that and how it ran and dripped down her face when she stood up, she soon had enough presence to use the towel herself to open her eye. When she started to bring the towel up to her forehead, Mark said "Wait. I want you to leave the rest of it so it can dry while we drive. Is that ok?"
A smile flashed across Jo's face. "Of course, honey. Like I keep saying, Mommy is all yours this weekend."
Mark spun around to see if the other men had heard her. To his surprise, they were now alone. "Where'd they go?" he asked.
"They came and left," she said as she pointed to a semi-transparent spray of jizz on the tile floor.
"So the first guy came too?"
Jo nodded yes.
"Can you believe he wanted to fuck you?" Mark asked as he put himself away.
"I think he was more interested in you, Marky."
"Would you have? If I said yes?"
Jo, bringing her dress back up over her shoulders, said "if you said yes I would've. But you said no."
Mark shrugged and said "I didn't want to share you. Not this weekend."
Jo's smile radiated. "I know, honey. Now let's get back on the road.
-
At Mark's request, Jo went in and checked in for their room. His load had dried to a crusty white glaze on her forehead but had broken up to look more like dried lotion on her cheek and chin. "Did he notice?" He asked when she got back to the car.
"I think he was distracted by my tits," she shivered.
Since they had driven three hours north and the sun was long since set, the temperature had dropped to the fifties and the flimsy material of her sundress did nothing to hide how much her nipples were poking through. Mark absently reached out and pinched one to see how cold she was. "Sorry," he said.
"Shh, don't be. I'm plenty warm down here," Jo brought up the hem of her dress to show her son her pussy. Her labia were still red and swollen from hours earlier. She had been revelling in the sensations and memories of the rest area for the whole trip. "Now let's get inside so you can warm up the rest of me."
They brought their bags up to the room and decided on room service for dinner since it was late and neither one of them felt like going back out. Jo hopped in the shower as soon as they made an order since Mark had given her permission to wash him off. The food arrived just as she got out; she answered the door in her terry cloth robe with her hair still wet.
"On the bed is fine," she said to the kid holding the tray.
Mark, who had spent the entire shower thinking about what fun could be had, was sitting in a chair watching TV.
The kid, not much older than Mark, carefully laid the tray down then returned to the door.
"Psst," Mark got Jo's attention and held out his hand. "Don't forget to tip him!"
As she took the five-dollar bill from his hand, Mark untied the waist of her robe and spread it open.
"Like this?" She asked.
Mark nodded.
She smirked and walked back to the door, letting her open robe flow at her sides. She thanked the kid at the door then accepted his compliment before closing it and returning to the room. "Marky! His eyes were as big as saucers!"
"You made his night, Mom!" He responded. "He's gonna jack off first chance he gets!"
"Whatever, honey. Let's eat."
-
After dinner, the two of them disrobed and snuggled under the blankets while they watched TV. Jo nuzzled herself up to her son by laying on her side and scooting her ass up against his hip. He rolled onto his side in turn, spooning her in the center of the king-sized bed and enjoying the feel of her back up against his body. Her scent filled his nose. She wiggled her ass, pushing back into him as she felt the touch of his lips on her neck. "Ooh, Marky, that feels good," she cooed.
Mark turned the TV off with the remote then draped his hand over her, sliding under her arm to cup the soft flesh of her breast. He nibbled on her neck then kissed it lightly up to her ear. In the dark quiet he could hear her breathing sync with the rise of her breast. They were warm together under the covers, cocooned together sharing each other's heat.
Jo's hand reached over her hip to feel her son. "Can you go again?"
"I can always go for you, Mom," Mark pushed his hips forward as she grasped his dick.
"Come to me, Marky." Jo's hand let go and took hold of her ass cheek to spread herself open for him.
Mark slid his hand down and fitted himself between her lips. Upon feeling him, Jo pushed back as he pushed forward and together they locked together once again. In the darkness they writhed, both on their sides and enjoying each other. It was not rushed or hurried; Mark was calm enough to enjoy himself for a while, confident that sooner or later his mother's body would coax more out of him.
At a slower pace, Jo's pleasure built in a different way. This was a different kind of lovemaking that Mark had not given her before. Somehow, being here in a hotel bed with him, under the covers, felt somehow more mature. He was growing into a fine young man. A shudder hit her without warning and she leaned into it, biting her lip as it silently washed over her. She felt so embraced, so warm and safe with her boy. She pushed her ass back on him and enjoyed the pressure as he slid deeper in behind her. Together they languished in this pleasure until Mark finally felt a shudder grow inside him.
"Mom," Mark started.
"Yes, honey. Do it." She whispered.
Mark slid his hand underneath her and held her close while he pumped semen deep into her. Both of them moaned and squeezed each other tight. As Mark began to roll away, Jo reached back and held onto him. "Stay with me, Marky. Just like this.
Still inside of her, Mark asked "Are you sure, Mommy?"
"Yes, honey... it's ok."
Together they lay there in synched breath, feeling each other's pulse as they both drifted off to sleep.
-
In the night, Mark dreamt of a distant yet still potent memory from years ago. Back when he was a boy and just starting to discover his body, he learned that if he squeezed hard enough with his blanket between his legs, something felt good. This led to exploration, eventually narrowing down to rubbing the blanket on his little guy (as his mother called it). Pretty quickly, he tried it without the blanket and found even swifter results: a building and release kind of like peeing but nothing came out.
And then one night something did. A trickle of thin clear liquid wet the underside of his little guy and stuck to his fingers. This upset him at first since he didn't know what it was and didn't dare use the blanket to clean it off. So he hopped off the bed and wide-stepped into the hall toward the bathroom.
It was late and all the lights were off but Mark knew the layout of the house by heart and had no problem finding the right door. Inside, he flipped on the switch and used some toilet paper to clean himself off. It didn't look like pee and there wasn't much of it but just to be safe he flushed the evidence down the toilet.
After flipping the light back off, Mark stood in the hallway waiting for his eyes to adjust so he could go back to bed. This is when he heard noises from his parents' room. Their door was ajar but he could only see darkness inside. It sounded like they were exercising or playing some game since he could hear them breathing heavily and the bed was creaking. As he quietly stood there, his eyes began to adjust and he could make out faint details.
Inside, his mother was on her hands and knees on the bed. His dad was laying on his back underneath her but all he could see was his feet sticking up under his mom's face. She was panting heavily and lurching back and forth on the bed, kind of sitting down then leaning forward, sitting down then leaning forward.
Mark watched as his mom's breasts swung back and forward with each motion. Something about the way they moved captured his attention. He wished he could see more but he had to move his head from side to side to see through the crack. Still, even that much was enough to tantalize him. Why was she naked? This was his first sight of boobs and the way she was moving like that... his dad must have liked it because he kept whispering "yeah" over and over.
Mark took his little guy out and started rubbing it again. It was hard and pokey but he had to use just his thumb and index finger to keep a grip on it. He started matching his hand with what his parents were doing, unable to look away from those swinging breasts. He wondered what it would be like to touch them; that made his little guy tingle.
Mark could feel the warmth and grip of his hand as he swung his hips back and forth like his Mother was doing. He wanted to moan like they were but didn't dare make a sound lest they find out he was there. He worked his little guy faster by thrusting his hips harder into his hand. That tingle was growing.
Mark halfway rose up out of the dream and hazily realized he was thrusting into his sleeping mother's pussy. She was moaning though, just like how she sounded in his dream, and her pussy was wet enough to accommodate him. He had no idea what time it was but they were still on their sides together. He had gotten hard inside of her and his body had started fucking out of instinct.
With the sense memory still fresh in his mind, halfway still dreaming, Mark silently pushed in deeper, eliciting more moans from his mother's sleeping form. Was she dreaming of the same thing? Thinking back, he didn't know enough back then to recognize the act for what it was, but now it was obvious. It had never occurred to him that maybe they left the door open on purpose. It would be almost a year of constant masturbation before he gained enough courage to try kissing her "for real" when she tucked him in at night and things went from there, but, looking back now, they could've been leaving little hints and opportunities all over the place.
Mark's cock twitched at the thought of him at that age, little guy in hand, while maybe Jo was watching the door the whole time her husband fucked her, wondering if Marky was peeping through the crack. And he was.
An orgasm surged up through him out of nowhere. He didn't pull out but instead let it flow freely into his mother. Soothing moans escaped her lips and her ass nuzzled up against his pelvis in return.
Relaxed once again, Mark took a deep breath and fell back down into his dream.
-
When he woke up, Mark found himself alone on the expansive bed. The room was unbearably bright with morning sun, making him squint to try and look around. Shower jets hissed from the adjoining bathroom.
He got up and walked around the corner. "Mom?"
"Marky!" Jo shouted from behind the shower curtain. "You're finally up! Mommy's just finishing up in here. Why don't you hop in?"
"I have to pee, Mom," Mark answered.
"Don't you dare flush the toilet on me! The hot water's almost gone as it is. Come on in and get cleaned up."
Mark shrugged then pulled open the back of the shower curtain. His mother stood in the water with suds in her hair. She saw him and smiled. "Did you sleep ok?"
"Like a baby," Mark answered as he stepped up into the tub.
"Me too," she said as she moved aside to let the water hit him. Since he was farther away, the stream hit him at the waist. He stepped forward to get more of the water. She reached out for his dick.
"Mom, I told you," he backed away. "I have to-"
"So do it," Jo interrupted. "We're in the shower, I don't mind."
"It's just... I can't when you're..."
Jo raised her hands in surrender and stepped back smiling.
Mark closed his eyes and unlocked his flood gates. A night's sleep and two orgasm's worth of urine started to flow.
"Dirty boy," Jo said.
Mark opened his eyes and realized he was pissing on his mother's stomach. "Oops, I didn't mean to-"
"I told you I didn't mind, honey." Jo stepped closer. "Want to go on my tits?"
"I do now," Mark said. He aimed his cock up, creating an arc of golden liquid. Jo quickly got down on her knees and let the stream splash against her chest.
"It's so warm," she said as Mark hosed her down back and forth between her breasts. As Mark's bladder emptied, Jo leaned her body more and more forward until her mouth opened and accepted his cock just as the last dribble ran down the drain.
"Jesus, Mom," Mark said.
"I just can't help it," Jo looked up and tried to enunciate with her mouth full of semi-erect cock. "I love your cock so much, Marky."
Jo let the water rinse out her hair as she went down on her son, still tasting last night's fun stuck to him. The urine and dried sex tasted pungeunt and strong but the intense taste also turned her on. She loved being his total slut willing to do anything for him.
She would have stayed on her knees until the job was done but the water started to turn cold and Mark still had to shower. She got out to let him finish up and dressed in another outfit of his choosing so they could start their day. Mark didn't choose the most practical wardrobe for their weekend together, but Jo figured this was kind of the point. She'd never dare to wear this sheer bodysuit without a bra back home but away with her Marky and surrounded by strangers?
She slid the long-sleeved top on then pulled down the bottom to snap it closed at her crotch. Next she chose a pair of low-rise jeans to show off her exposed hips. To finish the outfit, she threw on a fitted suit coat so she wouldn't get arrested.
Mark stepped out from the bathroom with a towel around his waist.
"Do I look okay, honey?" Jo asked as she gave her son a turn and flashed open her coat.
"Amazing," he replied.
"Now get dressed so we can enjoy our day!"
-
They started their tour of Springfield by finding a diner that served breakfast. Afterward, they drove a short distance to an outlet mall and found a parking space. The mall was moderately busy and Jo wasn't familiar with where shops were located so they chose a spot at one end and decided to walk up and down the whole thing.
"What are we shopping for?" Mark asked.
"Oh, you know, this and that." Jo eyed a map kiosk and approached. "Oh look, they have a theater. Maybe we can catch a movie after?"
"That sounds fun," Mark said. "Any shops catch your eye?"
Jo pointed at a place on the map and said "How about here?"
Mark's eyes grew wide. "Victoria's Secret? Am I allowed?"
"Of course, silly! I thought it might be fun if you picked something out for Mommy to wear."
Mark looked around to see if anyone overheard. Jo, seeing this, took his chin and gave him a deep and sensual kiss. As she flirted her tongue into his mouth, she felt his arms take her up into an embrace against him and felt his warm body close to hers. They stayed this way, kissing near the map kiosk, for several moments. When the kiss finally ended, Jo looked at Mark and said "See? No one cares. They're all doing their own stuff. You don't have to worry."
To prove her point, she quickly grasped between his jeans and squeezed. Mark looked around once more but nodded when he saw everyone else going about their day. "I guess you're right," he said. "Let's go then!"
They walked hand in hand down the outdoor mall until they came upon Victoria's Secret. Taking the first entrance, Jo let Mark lead her around as he took inventory of what was inside. Finally, he shook his head and spoke. "I don't get it. It's just a bunch of underwear."
Looking around at the various mannequins outfitted in matching bra and panty sets, she shrugged and said "What did you expect?"
"The catalog has all sorts of catsuits and corsets and stuff in it. Is there a back room or something with that stuff here?"
Jo chuckled, drawing the attention of several attendants. "No, honey. They just keep the normal stuff stocked in stores. Do you see anything you like?"
Mark shrugged again. "I didn't think there'd be so many sweaters and stuff. I thought it would be more... naughty."
"You want to go someplace naughtier, Marky?"
He nodded.
Jo waved goodbye to the attendant then took Mark's hand and led him out of the store. Back outside, they walked through the crowds of shoppers until Jo stopped at a different storefront. Mark looked up and read it. "What is Frederick's of Hollywood?"
"I think this will be more to your liking."
Looking in the window, Mark agreed with his mother. The mannequins on display ranged from super tight minidresses to a halter and panty set with garters and stockings. It looked like he was about to step into a porno mag.
Inside, lingerie more to Mark's liking hung from the walls in different sections. He saw corsets and body stockings and fishnets and even some crotchless options that looked confusing.
"Can I help you find something?" a twenty-something clerk asked them with a well-rehearsed smile.
"We're just looking," Jo answered. "My man here is going to buy me a birthday present."
"Oh," the clerk's face betrayed a moment of confusion before her practiced smile kicked back in. "Well let me know if you have any questions, and dressing rooms are back there. Ask me when you're ready and I can give you a key." She retreated to let the two of them peruse in peace.
"They let you try stuff on?" Mark whispered.
"They tell you to wear it over your underwear," Jo whispered back. "But no one ever does."
Mark crossed to a rack of neon thongs hanging on miniature hangers and felt at one of them, rubbing his thumb along the soft cotton gusset.
"Those are cute," Jo said then leaned close. "Are you thinking about some girl rubbing up against them?"
Mark looked into his mom's eyes. "I'm thinking about you wearing them and getting them soaking wet," he whispered back.
Jo let a small moan escape her lips then whispered "do you want to fuck me in these? Slide them to the side and bury your cock in Mommy's pussy?" She plucked them off the rack and let Mark's fingers linger on their crotch before turning away. "What else do you like, honey?"
Mark looked around the store until something caught his eye. "What about that?" He pointed to a mannequin set into a back corner.
Jo looked at the lingerie her son was pointing to. It was some sort of vinyl or fake leather push-up bra with a matching miniature corset that covered the stomach and tied in two places along the front. A matching panty rounded out the set.
The two approached the mannequin to get a closer look. "What is that made of?" Mark asked as he unabashedly felt the front of the mannequin's panty."It's so shiny."
Inspecting it up close, Jo guessed it was some sort of fake patent leather. It was too cheap to be real, but had its own brand of trashy appeal. She looked on the nearby shelves and found the corresponding stacks. They had a set in her size. "Is this what you want for me?"
Mark nodded, still rubbing the mannequin's mound.
Jo looked over and saw the clerk staring at Mark. She took the lingerie along with the neon thong to the desk and reached for her purse.
"I love these," the clerk said, looking from Jo to Mark. "And my boyfriend does too." She smiled at Jo as she rang her up and removed the oversized anti-theft tags. "Have a great day!"
Outside, Jo found another map kiosk and spent a second looking for something specific. "Where should we go next?" Mark asked. Finding her bearings, Jo turned and pointed to an intersection where incoming crowds mixed with other shoppers. Without answering, she grabbed his hand and led him toward it.
Mark followed, unsure of where his mother was leading him until she turned into an alcove marked "Restrooms." Sense memories of last night flooded his brain and rushed down to make his dick swell. She was leading him somewhere somewhat private; this could only mean one thing.
Jo was about to take a chance in the women's room when she spied a separate family door with a picture of a stick figure changing a baby stick figure's diaper. Not caring if anyone was watching, she opened the door and led her son inside.
A large clean restroom greeted them. Opposite the sink was a large flat baby-changing counter. Jo dropped the Frederick's bag, quickly undid the buttons of her jacket, unzipped her jeans, and hopped up onto the table.
SIlently, Mark stepped up and helped Jo as she shimmied her jeans over her hips and pulled them free of her legs. Once she could, Jo spread her legs for her son and whispered "I can't wait any longer, Marky."
Mark stared at his mom's pussy covered by the thin strip of black sheer material trailing down from her top. With her jacket open he could see her breasts playfully visible through the top. It was like she was wearing a swimsuit made out of pantyhose.
Jo reached her arms out to him, urging him closer.
Mark stepped forward as he pulled his cock free of his jeans. He reached toward Jo's pussy. He could see some sort of binding keeping the sheer bodysuit snug against her sex but couldn't immediately see a way to undo it.
"Pull it to the side, honey. I can't... I need it... I need your cock inside me."
As Mark stepped close, Jo wrapped her legs around the small of his back to pull him closer. His head slid up against her mound, leaving a trail of wet precum across the sheer. Fumbling now, he grasped at the embroidered band and pulled it to the side. Jo worked in tandem, putting him there as soon as he did and lifting up her hips to take him.
"Oh god... oh fuck..." She hissed. "How do you... feel so... good..."
Mark had to stand on his toes to go deeper but didn't dare stop. Seeing his mom this way got him so worked up he'd do anything to please her. Nevermind the fact that being inside her continued to be the best thing he'd ever felt. He moved a hand up to her nipple to pinch it through the sheer fabric of her outfit. It felt amazing stretched taut and thin.
"Fuck me, baby," Jo whispered. "Fuck me deep."
"Do you think she knew?" Mark asked. "The Lady in the store?"
"She definitely knew," Jo panted as he plunged deep. "She watched you go for that mannequin's clit just like you go for mine."
"Oh god, she was!?" Mark rocked back on his heels and tried to pull her closer to the lip of the counter.
Jo rocked forward to accommodate him. Now that he was a little below her, his cock tickled across her spot every time it pushed in. "She's probably thinking about us right now. Your cock slamming into me like a good little-"
The restroom door opened and a female voice echoed into the room.
"Occupied!" Jo yelled.
"Sorry," the door closed.
The sudden intrusion put Mark's guard down. He looked into Jo's eyes with surprise. The two froze in silence for a moment listening for more activity. A rippling wave of pressure ran up the length of his shaft in steady rhythm. "I can feel you squeezing me," he whispered.
"My kitty's hungry," Jo whispered back. "She wants your milk."
Mark started thrusting his hips once more but stopped when Jo put a hand against his stomach. "Slow... slow... just let it..."
He stopped and watched Jo close her eyes. The rhythmic compression got tighter as Jo's abs engaged. Clenching and releasing, clenching and releasing. He tried not to push as she worked him but she could tell from her breathing that she was building toward her own orgasm by gripping him with her muscles.
"Mom, I need to..."
"Go, go, go Baby. Use my cunt. Fuck your mother!"
He tried timing his thrusts with her clenches but she was too tight and turned him away. Instead, he went at half speed and only moved when she released. Even at this pace, he could tell she was on the brink and her orgasms always worked wonders on him. Two more thrusts and he felt his balls retract.
"Here it comes," he whispered, stopping once more to let Jo coax it out of him.
"Hnnnrrggghh," Jo's body contracted as she crested. Her tensed muscles pulled and held Mark close as she came, triggering him to pump his load deep inside her. She felt the warmth spread as her own explosion washed over every nerve of her body. It felt so goddamned good.
They both started laughing as they caught there breath. "Marky... Marky..."
"Yes, Mom?" His final spasms jerked him forward into the side of the counter.
"Do Mommy a favor... and go... lock the door... please." Jo caught her breath as the tremors abated.
Mark rocked back and pulled out, slapping the lip of the counter with his slick cock. As he quickly walked to the door to flip the lock, Jo slid the bodysuit back in place and closed her legs before hopping down.
"Do you think she's waiting outside?" Mark asked.
Jo shook her head. "I hope not, but we should get going, Marky. Just in case she called security."
Together they dressed in rushed silence, zipping up and glancing at the mirror before looking at each other at the door. "Ready?" He asked.
Jo smiled. "Let's see what's playing."
-
Mark was seated in the back row of a theater when his mom returned from the concession stand with soda and popcorn. "What's this about anyway?" She asked as she sat down.
"I think John Cusack finds a door into John Malkovich's body or something like that," Mark answered.
"Sounds weird."
"It got good reviews." Mark took the soda from her hands so she could sit down. "Hey, what happened to the shopping bag?"
Jo smiled and said "I made a quick pit stop." Turning in her chair, she unbuttoned her jacket and held it open for Mark to see. Before getting the snacks, she had used the restroom to change out of her sheer bodysuit - rolling it up and stuffing it into one of the jacket pockets - and into the things Mark had chosen for her. As she opened her jacket, Mark got a look at the shiny bra squishing her petite breasts into a modest bit of cleavage and the mini-corset somewhat cinching her waist to accentuate her hips. As he looked her up and down he could also see glimpses of a neon waistband pulled up above her jeans. Wearing both the thong and the shiny bikini-cuts felt a little snug on her but Jo liked to think that some of her son's semen was still up inside her slowly leaking out and that maybe both pairs could be properly broken in simultaneously.
"Wow," Mark whispered. "You look unbelievable! His hand casually went up and groped her chest to feel the bra and her nipple underneath. "It's so tight."
"It's designed that way," Jo told him. "To try and make them look bigger. What do you think?"
"I think it works," he smiled.
Another couple walked into the auditorium so Jo quickly closed her jacket and picked up the popcorn. Luckily, the strangers chose to sit about halfway up, leaving plenty of space between them in the nearly empty theater.
It took Jo about fifteen minutes to decide she didn't like the movie. It was too weird. She always thought Cameron Diaz was cute but here she was trying to look as frumpy as possible. She squirmed in her seat. The two layers of underwear underneath her jeans were very snug. She nonchalantly let her jacket open and unzipped her jeans to alleviate some pressure. When Mark didn't notice, she placed her hand on his crotch.
Mark looked over and saw his mother looking back at him. He smiled back and unzipped as well, letting her hand go searching through his fly until it wrapped around his penis. He felt the cool conditioned air on himself when she pulled it out and started stroking him slowly. He was still sticky from before which made him extra sensitive. The movie was good but this was better. Mark let his hand roam in return, starting at her bra then sliding down the corset paneling to feel the fabric of her new shiny panties.
Her body responded by arcing forward to push back against his palm, and they were off to the races. Each of them used their hand on the other while they sat side by side in the back row. When he couldn't take it anymore, he slid his hand inside her two waistbands and curved his middle finger back up and in.
Jo planted her free hand on top of her son's and pushed it hard against her, simultaneously rolling her hips forward to mash her clit against his palm. "Yes, Marky. Do it like how Mommy taught you."
Keeping his middle finger curved back, Mark tensed his wrist and started moving his whole hand up and down. He felt the hot flesh of her clit against him and kneaded his palm down on it, almost like he was trying to touch his middle finger to his palm through her pelvis.
Jo's grip on Mark's cock viced down with all her strength. Not so much stroking anymore as communicating what she wanted from him by how hard she gripped him. It was only fair since she was basically a puddle of jelly in his hand. "That's it," she managed. "You're on it. Now don't stop."
He didn't. Mark continued to jack-hammer his hand against her pelvis, riding up and down on her front and halfway picking her up off her seat. She was unbelievably slick, almost soaked with excitement. He didn't think of how it could be some of him mixed in as well.
"Wait, wait, wait, wait," she whispered. His fingernail had caught her wrong and gotten too intense. Releasing her grip on his hand, he slipped out of her and out of her underwear. She lifted her hips and shimmied her jeans down to her knees. She kicked one leg free then propped her foot up on the cupholder at the end of her armrest. "Does Mommy look pretty in the new panties you got her?"
Mark saw the black shiny material reflecting in the projected light. Even in the dark, the bands of neon fabric rising over each hip seemed bright. "Yes, Mommy. You look so fucking hot!" Mark's whisper fell on a quiet moment in the movie. A shush rose from one of the other couples in the auditorium.
Jo leaned into his ear and whispered "kiss me there." Mark nodded and slid down onto his knees. Jo slid forward and propped both feet on the seatback in front of her, scooting her ass to the edge of her seat. The aroma of her was overpowering as Mark placed his lips between Jo's legs. The shiny material almost felt plastic at first, but warm and saturated with her scent. He playfully bit her, confident that his teeth couldn't penetrate both layers.
Jo purred and settled into position. The movie forgotten, she closed her eyes and reached down to pull the outer layer aside.
Mark pulled back to look at the exposed patch of neon covering his mom's pussy. A dark circle had formed from her wet and that's where he aimed. These felt more like conventional nylon or polyester, thin against her body. Using his nose, he nuzzled down and felt between her lips through the fabric. There, he pushed forward with his tongue to stretch the panty deeper.
Jo had to do something about her moaning, but she was never great at being quiet. She reached toward her leg and pulled the jeans all the way free then bunched them up and held them to her mouth. Now with her pants completely off, she spread her legs further for Marky to eat and rocked her hips back to present herself to his mouth.
Hungry to taste her directly, Mark used a finger to peel the crotch of the neon thong away and to the opposite side of the black bikini. This created a small but sufficient hole framing Jo's vagina. Mouth open and tongue out, he dove in.
Mark's tongue easily slid inside her, sending shivers up Jo's spine. Her little boy was ravenous for her; she felt it in the strength of his movements, how he didn't aim for her clit but instead lapped up her juice into his mouth, almost slurping to eat her up. God, she loved him so much. Using her jeans to muffle herself, she grasped his head and let her body give in to the rippling pond of pleasure rising within her, threatening to flood. She pictured his perfect face drenched with a sploosh of her sex and smiling up at her, recalling that first time she let him taste her. How timid he was at first but brave to try. How quickly he took to it. She loved that it made him shoot back then, loved it more that he kept going after he did. Now he was an expert, good training on top of natural talent. It was like he didn't even want her to cum but it was a natural byproduct of how much he loved doing it. The orgasms came for free.
Somewhere amidst the probing tongue and memories washing over her Jo came. The pool had risen to overfull and poured out from her heart, giving her son what he had asked for and making the springs in her chair squeak. Thankfully she had her jeans stuffed into her mouth because she had no memory of what noises she'd made or how loud she'd made them. And there he was, looking up from between her legs, smiling with a rope of her grool connecting his lips to hers.
"You're such a good boy," she whispered. "You treat Mommy so well. Come up here." Jo pulled him up to a kiss, plunging her tongue into his mouth to taste what he had done to her and licking his smooth chin and cheeks for good measure. "I love you so much, Marky."
"I love you too."
-
Jo spent much of the rest of the movie in the theater restroom cleaning herself up. The day had left her a sticky mess. By the time the movie was over she was starving. After driving around the area looking for a suitable restaurant they decided upon a higher end steakhouse.
"May I have a wine glass?" Jo asked the waiter.
"Of course. Would you like to see our ***********ion list?"
"No thanks, just the glass."
The waiter looked confused. "Did you bring a bottle you'd like us to decant? We'll have to see his identification to serve to him but we'd be happy to-"
"No, we didn't bring a bottle. I'd just like an extra glass please." Jo waited to see if the water had any other questions.
After a moment, he said "Of course, Ma'am. Right away" before leaving.
"What do you need the extra glass for?" Mark asked.
Jo smiled.
The waiter brought the glass out with Mark's soda and told them their meals would be out soon. After giving it a cursory inspection, Jo slid it across the white tablecloth toward her son.
"What?" He asked as he picked it up.
"I want to drink you with my steak."
Mark looked at her a moment. "You want me to pee in it?"
Jo laughed. "Of course not! I want you to cum in it, honey."
He looked around. "I don't think..."
"In the restroom, silly! Take it into a stall and bring me back whatever you have left."
Mark nodded his head. "Oh." He hesitated. "I'm not sure I can... I mean, it's been a busy weekend."
Jo smiled and dug into her suit jacket pocket. She pulled out a crumpled pile of neon fabric and placed it on the table. "Will these help?"
Mark quickly swiped the panties up before anyone could see. The restaurant was busy with weekend diners. The panties were still damp in his hand.
"Better hurry, Marky. You don't want to come back to a cold steak."
Mark looked around once more then slowly pushed back his chair. Taking the glass with one hand - the other clenched tightly closed - he stood and found the restroom sign. "I'll try for you, Ma... Jo."
Jo smiled as he walked away.
The restroom was empty when Mark entered. He quickly ***********ed a stall and locked himself in then looked for a place to set the wine glass down. The toilet had no tank so there wasn't anywhere convenient but he didn't want to set it on the ground in case anyone came in and saw. He wound up carefully balancing it on the toilet seat itself then went about undoing his fly.
Someone came in and started using the urinal right next to him. He heard a powerful stream hit against the porcelain. He took his own flaccid penis in hand and started to stroke. He knew he had something in there since he hadn't gotten to cum in the theater, but in truth he was not used to masturbating without any stimulus.
The urinal on the other side of the stall flushed and Mark heard the sink turn on. The door opened once more and a second man started to piss. It was so distracting.
For a second he thought he couldn't do it, but then he remembered the panties. Spreading them out from their crumpled ball state, he could see how small they were. He checked the tag and noted that his mom wore size "4/XS."
The cotton gusset was still damp; he held it up to his face and inhaled. The aroma had an immediate effect, inflating his cock in his hand. He stuck out his tongue and licked the fabric so that he could taste her again.
Another urinal flushed. Mark didn't care. He stuffed the panties into his mouth and frantically jerked his cock. It was amazing what his mom's pussy did to him. He wondered if other girls would have the same effect; he suspected not.
It wouldn't take long now. The scent had conjured sense memories of previous encounters, what it felt like to be in her mouth or pussy, how she responded. What she'd be saying if she were here right now. Something dirty. Shocking. Designed to work on him.
He grabbed the lip of the glass and frantically held it up to the head of his dick. He could feel it coming... no stopping it now. He slowed his hand, then stopped and relaxed his muscles as it crept closer and closer and just when it was about to abate he... clenched!
Mark moaned and went up onto his toes as the first jet of cum shot from his cock. He heard a chuckle outside and opened his eyes, nearly missing the second spurt into the glass.
"Must be a first date," one voice said at the sink. Another man laughed.
Mark stood in frozen silence as his orgasm ejected load onto the lip of the wine glass then rolled down the side. It was not his best load, but still nothing to be ashamed of. He'd had worse. When it was all said and done, a small amount of pearlescent white liquid pooled at the base of the glass.
Freshly unloaded, he now actually had to pee. Mark did his business and waited for the men washing their hands to finish and leave before he chanced opening the stall door. Before anyone else could come in, he rushed out back into the dining area. He placed it with a note of triumph in front of his mother as he sat down with a big sigh of relief.
"Mmm," Jo held the glass up and scrutinized the contents. "Looks delicious. Thank you, honey."
"You're welcome," he stopped himself before calling her Mom.
Their meals came out a few minutes later. They both watched the waiter's face as he paused and caught himself looking at the glass as he placed steaks before each diner. "Uhh... enjoy your meal," he left without making eye contact.
They both laughed then Jo raised her glass in toast. "To us, and this perfect weekend."
Mark clinked the glass with his coke and watched his mother take it to her lips. Instead of downing the whole load, she slowly tipped it and took the smallest sip. "Mmm, I want to savor it. Now let's dig in!"
-
After enjoying their meal, Jo drove them back to their room where they disrobed and got into bed. Without speaking, Jo reached toward her son and fondled his cock, slowly stroking it as they settled under the covers. Mark gave her a passionate kiss then let his mouth travel down the nape of her neck toward her breast. When he found a nipple, hard and swollen, he took it between his lips and playfully darted his tongue across the tip. This drew moans from Jo, who had scooted closer and slid one of his thighs between hers.
Mark kept her nipple in his mouth as he let his hand travel down her flat stomach below her waist. Her hand had done its job and gotten him nice and stiff and he was happy to feel that her body was ready too. Sliding up onto his hands and knees, Mark crawled on top of her and positioned both knees inside hers. Sliding down, he spread her legs and, with a shallow attempt followed by repositioning, slid inside his mother.
It was a silent affair with both people indulging in the sensuous act with relaxed patience. When he began to feel close, Mark would take his mother into an embrace and lay still with her until his urge subsided. Part of him was already looking ahead, sad that tomorrow would bring a return to their home and normal life. He wanted to try one time where they weren't taken by the urgency of their sex but were able to enjoy each others bodies as true partners instead.
Jo easily felt her son's intent and bathed in his adoration. It honestly felt like a perfect fit when he was with her so she had no problem going slow, letting things build gradually through body contact and affection. She stayed on her back, letting him set the pace.
As they made love in the complete darkness of the hotel room, Mark wondered if he'd ever find anyone who could possibly compare. He knew it could never work to have Jo this way at home, to live like this as he grew up and got old, but he couldn't imagine anything better.
Finally, he felt her grip tighten and her abs contract underneath him and knew she was getting close. He slid up on her body so that his navel would put pressure on her clit as he slid in and out of her then laid all his weight down each time he plunged in.
For her part, Jo raked her nails across his back and moaned into his ear, letting him know it was ok to release any time he wanted. She knew it wouldn't be much but was frankly astounded he had the stamina for this round to begin with. He really was his father's son. Her orgasm came on quickly, cascading shivers triggered by each penetration as Mark pounded in. She wrapped her legs and arms around him and lifted herself off the bed to stay as close as she could to him. They were together.
After, Mark rolled off and caught his breath. Jo rolled on her side and put her head on his chest and together they fell quickly into sleep.
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The next morning, Jo knew they couldn't waste time if they were both going to shower before packing up and checking out so she crept under the sheets and took Mark's dick in her mouth to wake him up. It was one of Frank's favorite things and Marky had earned it both with his grades and with his performance this weekend. It quickly grew in his sleep and was already leaking pre into her mouth before his eyes opened and he realized what was happening.
Ignoring his questions and motions to come up for air, Jo put the whole thing in her mouth and let it tickle the back of her throat while she cupped and squeezed his balls. After running her tongue back and forth along the bottom for a minute or two, she felt him swell even bigger and knew he was ready. Loosening her grip with her lips, Jo closed the back of her throat and waited for him to feed her.
The load was more of a taste than a flood but she thought he was delicious nonetheless and it got him out of bed to pee.
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Mark sat quietly for most of the ride back. They listened to the radio and Jo didn't push things. She was sad it had to end too.
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When they got back, Mark said he had to finish his homework and went upstairs. Jo called Frank to let them know they were home safe
"How'd it go?" He asked.
"It was great," she told him. "I think he really had a lot of fun."
"How many times did you two go at it?"
Jo thought for a moment. "Seven? Maybe eight? I can't quite recall."
"Atta boy," Frank's voice smiled. "Are you sore?"
She shook her head. "He's a sweet boy."
"You're sweet to him."
A moment of silence passed between them.
"Are you having any fun in Seattle?" Jo asked.
"Hardly," Frank answered. "So many meetings and it won't stop raining. I miss you."
"I miss you too, daddy."
"Just be ready for me when I get home on Wednesday. I want you ass up on the bed when I walk through the door. I'll say hi to the boy then you can tell me all about this weekend while I fuck the shit out of you."
"Mmm, so romantic," Jo chuckled.
"I'm serious. I'm so fucking horny out here. None of these tech nerds are in the scene."
"Poor baby!"
"Yeah yeah. Call me tomorrow night ok?"
"I will, daddy." Jo told him she loved him then ended the call.
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Mark was halfway through his algebra when he heard a knock on his door. "Come in!" He called out as he lowered his music.
Jo entered with a sheet of paper. "I thought you might want to see this," she said. She crossed the room and set the paper down on his math book.
Mark quickly read it over. It was an updated Mommy Menu. The list of activities with their associated point costs had expanded over the years as he discovered new things he liked, but as he read down the list he saw a new item at the very bottom :
Straight A's: Weekend Trip.
"Love you, Marky," Jo smiled as she turned toward the room's exit.