THE SUPPLEMENT PT. 01

Son's mail order pills pulls mom out of her shell.

Author :- WritingwhatIlike

Josh closed the browser on his computer, silencing the woman still screaming out her joy. Looking down at his belly, he examined his shrinking dick and the small streaks of cum on his belly. Compared to the glazing the woman in the video had just gotten, it was nothing. Less than nothing. It didn't help that his dick didn't measure up either.
He knew comparing himself to porn stars was the way to madness, but how could he help it? He'd measured his dick at its hardest, and according to the internet, he was perfectly average. Great.
The one joy of having small loads was the quick cleanup, as he demonstrated with one tissue, but Josh was sure he wouldn't mind having to wipe himself more than once.
Curious, he opened his browser again, and a quick google search later, he was scrolling through results on how to increase his semen volume. Several minutes into his research, it appeared the stupid internet didn't have an easy way for him to start producing porn star loads. Just some recommendations about jerking off less and drinking more water. Hadn't science made a pill, or anything?
Disappointed, Josh moved from his desk to his bed, pulling his underwear back on. Laying in bed, waiting for sleep, he contemplated the advice he'd found.
'Jerk off less'. Ha, as if.
'Drink water'. Check, he'd do that starting tomorrow.
'Don't smoke'. He didn't.
'Stay in shape'. He was in fine shape for an 18-year-old. Not skinny, not a jock.
It seemed for whatever reason, he was destined to produce little piddles of cum. Still annoyed the internet had failed him, Josh counted sheep until sleep claimed him.
The next morning, he woke up with a new determination to jack off less, to see what it did for his load size. He was also going to drink as much water as he could.
Joining his parents in the kitchen, but not looking their way, he popped some bread in the toaster and went looking for their biggest water bottle. Finding a 2-liter one in the back of the cupboard, he filled it up at the tap and put some ice cubes in to keep it somewhat chilled. He hated warm water.
The toast wasn't done yet, so he turned to his phone, scanning through his Reddit feed.
"Ahem," he heard and looked up. His mom was at the table, staring at him.
"Yes? Can I help you?" he asked, keeping his face neutral.
"You certainly can. You can come give me a kiss, you brat," said his mom, her eyes twinkling.
He grinned. He'd known that ignoring her would get her going, as she insisted on a kiss every morning. "Okay, I suppose so," he said and walked over to plant a smooch on her cheek.
His mom, Jean, was generally ranked in the middle of the pack amongst his friends' moms. Tommy's mom was ranked at the top, as she was a model, followed closely by Allan's mom, as she had big tits. Then came his mom, followed by Jeff and Mark's mom. Josh couldn't vote for his mom, (because he'd be biased?) but as he'd had it explained to him, she was third because while she was cuter than Allan's mom, she had smallish tits and dressed like she was going to church every day. They didn't talk about Jeff and Mark's moms.
As Josh leaned over to kiss his mom, he smelled her shampoo, which was nicely fragrant without being too strong. A stray hair tickled his face as he bussed her cheek. "Looks like you have a straggler," he said, pointing at the loose lock.
"Thanks," she said with a smile, tucking it behind her ear. "I'll fix it before I leave."
His mom usually kept her long, brown hair pulled back in a simple ponytail, which had once prompted Tommy to compare her to Lara Croft. The other guys had pointed out her lack in the bust department, and the comparison never came up again.
"Anything planned for after school?" his dad asked from across the table.
"No, I think I'm going to just get my paper done. It's due next week but I'm almost finished. If I get it done now I can hang out at Allan's on Saturday."
"Don't forget the lawn needs to be mowed this weekend," his dad said, glancing up from his tablet.
"Yeah, I'll do it Sunday."
"See that you do, I'll be gone all weekend for work, so I won't be around to remind you."
His mom's face fell. "Again? I thought you were going to tell them no more weekends. What if we had plans?"
Josh's dad, Chuck, said, "We don't have plans. If we did, I'd have told them to find someone else. You know this all leads towards a promotion, right? More money?"
Jean sighed and nodded. "I just don't know when it's going to finally happen. You've been promising me for two years."
"Well, I'm pushing as hard as I can. Maybe by this time next year..."
"Yeah, you said that last year."
Josh had heard this argument many times, so he went to butter his toast, tuning his parents out. He scarfed it down with a large glass of water and left for school.
His day was spent drinking water and fighting to remind himself not to jerk off later. He wasn't helped by the girls in his class wearing less clothing as summer got closer. One girl - Jenny - wore shorts that looked painted on, which drove him crazy, and he was thankful the one class he had with her wasn't scheduled for today.
Jenny had a killer butt, everyone agreed, but her best feature was her rack, a fact that wasn't lost on her. She had gone without a bra at least five times he'd counted this year, and each occasion was chiseled into the bedrock of his memory.
Stop it, he chided himself. This wasn't going to help with the plan of not jerking off.
While eating lunch with his friends, Tommy asked him what the huge water bottle was for. Josh jokingly explained it was to help his 'huge gains', which had prompted a half-hour conversation about whether taking steroids makes your dick small, and if it did, shouldn't there be another substance that did the opposite? The agreed-upon answer was yes, but scientists hadn't found it yet. Some kind of anti-steroid.
At home that night, after Josh had finished his paper, he went browsing for some PC parts. It was while he was on one site he finally noticed an ad from three previous sites. It was for some kind of supplement, which he would normally ignore, but this ad eventually penetrated his defenses with the words 'huge' and 'load'.
'You want huge load? Try scientific proven formula to show lover your care!'
It wasn't very grammatically correct. The words were around a picture of a white lake. Not very subtle, either. He moved on.
The next thing he found was an ad in his email for 'Huge loads!'
What.
Josh groaned as he realized he must not have done the search last night in incognito mode, and now he was being targeted for the ads. Remembering the lack of concrete solutions for increasing semen in his research, he wondered how anyone could be taken in by that stuff.
Thinking back to what the guy in the video had been able to produce, he wondered: How did he get such an impressive output? He must have a secret. There must be a way to get it done, but no one was talking about it. What if these miracle d**gs did work?
The last question prompted him to click on one of the ads. A normal website opened, with testimonials for the power of the product. 'Glazed donut!' 'Filled her up!' 'I lost weight!'
It was so patently ridiculous Josh couldn't help but laugh. Clicking the back button, he didn't leave the site, instead, a popup said, 'Wait! 50% off if you buy now!' The price listed was only $20.
He wavered. He hemmed. He hawed. Finally, he caved and clicked the button to take him to the checkout page, a purchase of 1 bottle of pills for $20 with free shipping. He clicked buy with the Paypal account his parents had set up for him and went to bed, being sure not to jerk off.
The next day dawned, and Josh woke feeling silly for falling for an obvious scam. Chalking it up to a bad call and being horny after one day of not jerking off, he forgot all about it.
To his surprise, the following day he was surprised to see a package on the front step for him. It was in a small brown box, discreetly labeled as 'health supplements'. Thankful he got home before either of his parents, Josh took the box to his room and opened it. Inside was a bottle of pills, a second large bottle, and a note.
The note read: 'Thank for buying max load pills. For more joy in life, give free bottle of extra clean wash to wife. She prepare each day for more love.'
He looked at the large bottle and it was just labeled 'Wash'. He opened it and sniffed it, getting a noseful of a strong berry smell. Ugh. Way too strong for him, and he didn't have a wife or even a girlfriend. Josh put the bottle on his desk and examined the pill bottle closer. It was labeled 'Max Load', with the words 'once daily' below them.
Okay. Seemed straightforward. Josh popped the lid open and got the same scent of berry the bottle had, but stronger. He popped one of the pills into his mouth, noting it tasted like a c***dren's vitamin. Suddenly sure he had been scammed, as expected, he looked at the bottle of 'wash'. Maybe his mom would use it?
He went to the bathroom and placed the wash bottle into the shower. Just as he came out of the bathroom, he heard the front door close.
"Josh, I'm home!" came the voice of his mom.
He went to greet her with a hug, another part of their routine she insisted on. After a brief clutch, she let him go and said, "How was school? One less day before grad?"
"Fine. Yep, almost there. How was work?" he asked, watching her slip her shoes off and put on slippers. She was wearing her regular work clothes: slacks and a loose blouse which did nothing to show her figure. Normal mom stuff. No wonder his friends didn't rate her higher.
"Oh, fine. Same old. Any plans tonight? I was thinking we could order pizza and watch a movie."
"No plans. Where's Dad?" They only ordered pizza when he was going to be absent, as he hated it.
"He has to work late."
"Is this in place of working this weekend?"
His mom shrugged. Josh could tell she was fighting it, but there was an undercurrent of sadness in her voice. She was tired of playing second fiddle to his work.
Mother and son chatted while they waited for the pizza, and picked out a movie to watch. Josh did his best to keep her spirits up and take her mind off of his dad. By the time they were full of pizza and halfway through a comedy, he felt like she was back to her old self, laughing and smiling. Josh was happy to see it, as he hated when she was sad.
After the movie, they headed to their rooms, not discussing the fact his dad wasn't home yet.
The next day, Josh was on the fence about taking another of the fake pills. He hadn't felt any kind of a change, but it had only been one day. Maybe it was better to at least try them for a week? There were 29 pills left in the bottle, so it was only a month's supply anyways. Shrugging, he took another pill.
He had successfully avoided jerking off last night, three nights running, and had downed even more water. His friends were getting used to seeing the bottle with him but still hadn't gotten a straight answer from him for why he was drinking so much water. He wouldn't tell them. The last thing he needed was to be told they all came buckets of cum, or for them to suggest a cum measuring contest.
Figuring three days of abstinence was enough to see a change, and being almost constantly horny, he could try the effect of the pills. He dropped his pants and fell back onto his bed, feeling his dick get hard in anticipation.
Josh thought back to Jenny and her tight shirt while playing with his dick. Somehow she had managed to get away with wearing one that showed her belly, even though it was against the rules. Josh didn't mind one bit and thanked his lucky stars they had shared a class that day. As his excitement grew, he took himself fully in hand, stroking while imagining kissing Jenny. He was primed. Just as he was speeding up, an image of him spurting everywhere popped into his brain. The porn actors always had a woman's face or tits to jerk off onto, but he didn't. He didn't want to make a mess on his bed.
Jumping up, he opened his door and listened to make sure his mom hadn't come home yet. Hearing silence, he trotted to the washroom, jumping into the shower stall. He grabbed his still hard cock and gave it a few more strokes. He felt harder and more sensitive. As he approached his climax, a pressure built in his groin, bigger than any he'd felt before.
Josh groaned out loud as he pumped, his knees going weak. He put a hand on the shower wall and faced it, eyes closed and mouth open. For the first time in his life, Josh felt as if his cock was too hard, he was too close to orgasm. Powering through, he gave one final pump, and then he was shooting his cum at the shower wall. What would normally be a few spurts was five or six full ones, painting the shower wall. The air was filled with the same berry smell as the pills, and it seemed to enhance his pleasure.
He wasn't up to the porn star amount yet, but it had only been a few days and he could already see an improvement. Maybe the pills did work? Or maybe it was his abstinence.
Drained, Josh felt weak and decided to lay down for a bit. He quickly washed his spunk from the shower wall and stumbled from the bathroom to his room and collapsed on his bed, sleep taking him instantly.
***
Jean grabbed her purse and lunch box from the passenger car seat and made her way to the house. She'd had a good day, not too busy, some nice gossip time with coworkers. Even a long lunch with her boss, discussing her performance.
A good day which had been ruined by the text she'd just gotten from Chuck, telling her he was working late again. Damn him. If he had a whisper of libido she'd accuse him of cheating on her, but she knew his last thought at any time was of sex. Knew it quite well.
Trying to push thoughts of her husband to the back of her head, she focused on spending time with Josh again. More pizza? Or Chinese? There was that new superhero show she might be able to tempt him with.
Coming into the house, she yelled out her customary, "I'm home!" No answering cry came back, indicating an empty house. Maybe Josh was out visiting friends? She'd hoped he was home, as he was great at making her forget her woes, and she felt like she'd need his help tonight. Maybe she would text him to come home?
Figuring it could wait, Jean went to change into comfier clothes. As she did, she lamented the fact it had been months since she'd undressed for any reason except changing or showering. Chuck had no time for her anymore. Didn't she deserve to be desired? Lusted after? Knowing the answer was 'yes', she watched in the mirror as her naked body came into view. First, her loose blouse, deliberately chosen to hide her figure, and then her bra. The restrictive garment let loose with a snap, releasing her breasts. She was proud of their heft and lack of sagging, despite her age. She groaned as she smoothed her hands over the sensitive flesh, rubbing away the pressure lines from her bra. It had been too long since anyone but she had done this. Damn Chuck!
They had started their marriage on a fairly even footing in terms of their sexual desires, even if it was very vanilla sex, but lately his had faded while hers swelled. She made use of vibrators and dildos, but they weren't the same thing as a flesh and blood cock, were they? A flesh and blood body, holding, thrusting, kissing - stop it, she ordered herself.
Jean knew if she let herself, her lust would grow until she was craving to be fucked. The last time it had happened, Chuck had grudgingly given in to her demands, saying it was the last time he'd be pressured to perform.
Jean snorted at the thought. His performance had been pathetic and unsatisfying. Still, the thought had her body prepping itself for sex, blood flowing to engorge her nipples and labia. She pushed at her crotch, trying to satisfy her hungry vagina long enough to get to bedtime, but it just made her hornier.
Josh would probably be home soon but for now, she was alone. She looked at her bed, contemplating bringing out one of her toys. Then she imagined Josh barging in on her, and she shook her head. It was only faintly possible, but she'd be mortified if it happened. Thinking of someplace more sacrosanct, Jean made her way to the bathroom, bringing her comfy clothes with her.
If he heard her showering, he'd never barge in, and she would have the privacy to satisfy her needs alone, yet again. Stripping the rest of her clothes off while the water warmed, she shivered as her nipples contracted. They were as big as pencil ends, and her areola coned and pebbly as well. She tweaked one, shivering at the pressure.
When the water was warm enough, she jumped under the flow, getting her tits wet, and her pussy wetter. A shiver of anticipation ran through her as she brushed one wet hand up her bare labia. She enjoyed being smooth down there, as it looked cleaner and felt sexier than having hair. One finger slipped between her lips, the warm, slick moisture coating her digit.
Jean breathed in deeply as tingling spread to her pelvis, and she clenched her inner muscles. She needed to be fucked! As she pushed one finger into her vagina, she breathed in again, through her nose, and detected a strange berry-like, artificial scent.
Mystified, Jean paused in her ministrations and tried to imagine what it could be. She was sure they didn't have anything that matched the smell in the house. Looking around, she spotted a strange bottle labeled 'wash'.
Opening it up, she got a waft of the same berry smell as what was in the air. The smell went right to her head, making her feel... good. Energized. She took another deep whiff and looked at the bottle closer. Just a generic no-name brand body wash.
Jean was fond of trying new shower products, so she poured a generous pool of the wash into her hand. It was milky white, and the smell intensified as she brought her hand to her upper chest. Her mouth flooded with saliva at the smell, a normal indicator of extreme arousal. Or hungry, she allowed.
Careful to stay out of the spray of the shower, Jean spread the wash over her body, moving down to her tits. When she ran her hand over her nipples, she gasped aloud. The cool liquid caused them to start tingling, and they hardened even more. The smell was in her brain as she took large breaths to feel the energizing effect over and over.
Whatever this stuff was, they had a hit on their hands, she thought. She covered her stomach next, down to her pussy. When a finger skimmed across her full outer labia, she groaned out loud. How did it know to make only the good parts react? It wasn't heat or a burn, it was an actual lightning bolt of tingling shivers sent to her core.
Jean was never really vocal during sex. She knew it happened for some people, but mostly it seemed to be a porno thing. When her finger slipped between her lips, stroking across her clit, she couldn't help it. "OHhhhhhMMmmmmmm..." she moaned, mouth open.
Her legs trembled, and she almost fell over in the shower at how good the wash felt on her body. She put her hand out to steady herself, and rolled the 'wash' finger over her clit, strumming it to get as much pleasure as she could. Within moments, her inner tension had wound up to the breaking point.
"Ohh fuck! OHhhhhnnnnnggg!!!" She couldn't help it, it felt too good, and her orgasm was too strong to stay silent. Hot water beat on her back as she rubbed her clit, moaning and twitching.
The orgasm drove all other thoughts away, letting her wallow in the pleasure. This had been her easiest orgasm in years. Jean pulled at one nipple, stretching the rubbery skin out to feel the jolt of pleasure she loved. The berry smell filled her nose as she stood in place, water cascading over her body, which quivered with each contraction of her vagina. When she was eventually able to stand up straight, she went straight to the bottle of wash, looking everywhere for a list of ingredients, or a manufacturer logo. Nothing.
Perplexed by the mystery wash but feeling like a million bucks, Jean finished her shower and stepped out on weak legs to grab her towel. As she dried herself, she hummed and sashayed in place. Even she would acknowledge the goofy grin on her face if she saw it.
When she went to put her bra on, she looked in the mirror. Her nipples were still standing out, hard as rocks. For years she had been concealing her bust, downplaying her figure, preferring to avoid the attention she inevitably drew. For some reason the thought of binding herself and hiding her firm, full tits just made her sad. She decided against putting her bra back on. Let her girls have some breathing room for once. When she slipped a soft t-shirt on, she shivered at the rare feeling of cotton rubbing over her sensitive nipples.
Another check in the mirror showed her nipples were busting through her shirt. She hadn't dressed like this in two decades. A feeling of being naughty crept over her, but she was in the comfort of her own home; it was allowed.
As she left the bathroom, she almost ran into Josh as he came out of his bedroom.
"Oh! You're home. I thought I was here alone," she stammered, suddenly self-conscious of her nipples, her confidence draining rapidly.
"I was just napping...um, had a long day I guess." Josh looked a bit sheepish, but she just chalked it up to teenager stuff.
"Napping at your age! You'll be an old man in no time," she teased, hoping to distract from the fact she felt naked in her thin shirt..
"Ha, ha." He looked her up and down, and said, "Why are you showering now?"
"Oh, I just felt gross, I wanted to, um, freshen up. Chinese tonight?"
"No Dad again, eh?"
"No," she said, a wave of sadness ruining her high from the shower. Powering through it, she said, "Do you want to try out that new show you mentioned?"
"Yeah, sure. I'm feeling like a quiet night is a good thing."
"Okay, I'll order and give you a shout when it's here," she said, with a smile.
As Josh turned to leave, he suddenly stopped and walked over to her. "You didn't get your hug," he said, arms open.
She hugged him briefly, hyper-aware of her breasts pushing into his chest. When they separated she quickly turned and hurried away. Despite the shock of running into him, Josh hadn't otherwise made her feel like she shouldn't be dressed as she was. She smiled as she walked to order dinner.
***
Josh retreated to his room and sat at his desk, still amazed at how much his orgasm had taken out of him. He loved how much he had shot, but knew the short break had helped. He didn't want to take a break each time, he liked doing it daily.
He searched around a bit to see if anyone had ever hurt themselves from coming too much - in incognito mode - but didn't find anything. Feeling good about his performance but thinking there was more to come, he waited in his room until he heard his mom call out for him to join her at dinner
Once again, he focused on making sure her mind was off of his dad's absence, and on being happy and having fun. Thankfully, it wasn't an issue this time as she seemed to be in a good mood as soon as the show started. Unfortunately, the show was CW quality, and he wasn't sure he'd watch any more of it, but if it kept his mom happy he'd put up with it.
There was one thing that helped him get through the crappy show even more than his mom's happiness. She wasn't wearing a bra. At first, he tried to ignore it, but eventually it became too obvious to ignore. Her tits jiggled in her shirt with each movement and even more when she laughed. They were also much bigger than he had ever suspected. They weren't 'implant' huge, but they were a damn sight more impressive than he'd suspected. With tits like hers, she might jump up to the number two spot in the rankings. He wasn't even sure why she wore a bra; they didn't need the support.
When the show ended, he gave his mom a hug goodnight, trying his best not to think of the lovely pillows pressed against his chest.
In bed, he felt like jerking off, maybe with some mental images from the evening as inspiration, but decided to hold off. Despite having come hours ago, he could still feel the after-effects in a warm glow centered at his dick. Sleep came quickly.
The next day was pill three, and at school, Josh was distracted easily. When he'd woken up, his dick had been quite sensitive, and now each shift in position in his underwear sent a flicker of pleasure to his brain. He managed to get through the day without calling attention to the fact he was staring at all the girls and even some of the teachers, but it was close.
Racing home after school, Josh stripped down in his room and fell onto his bed, hand already wrapped around his dick as it strained for the ceiling. Just as he could feel his dick readying to expel the load in his balls, he remembered the amount he'd painted the shower wall the day before and decided it would be a good place to test his load each day. He sprang up to trot down the hall and stepped into the stall.
His hardon hadn't flagged at all, and it only took two more pumps of his cock before he was shooting at the wall. Blast after blast, coating the tiles in his man juice, he was sure it was more than the previous day.
Half of his brain was proud he was getting results, while the other half just wallowed in the high of his coming. He stroked the last of his cum out, noticing once again the scintillating scent filling the air. It was a curious side effect, he thought.
Josh had never tasted his semen and had never been tempted, but now found himself staring at the white cream on his hand, wondering if the smell matched the taste. With a half laugh, he stepped out of the shower and rinsed his hand under the tap. Tasting his own cum!
Feeling great, he headed back to his room. The shower was a great place to jerk off, and if he was quick, he'd be able to finish before his mom came home. As if summoned, he heard the front door open and close, so he darted the rest of the way and got to his room undetected, heart beating at the close call.
"I'm home," came his mom's call.
He popped his door open and called back, "I'll be out in a bit!" He hoped she wouldn't wonder what he was up to.
"Don't rush, I'm just going to jump in the shower," he heard her say as she walked by his room.
Josh slumped in relief and went to put his clothes on. The window of opportunity wasn't going to last long, as he knew his mom was changing shifts again and would insist on running him to school each day and picking him up after.
***
Jean's day had been uneventful, but still memorable. The mysterious body wash had done a number on her senses, as she'd spent the day hyper-aware of her clothing brushing against her skin. The tingling had finally faded the night before when she went to bed, but even today the memory was still there. Plus she kept catching the scent of it throughout the day as if she was wearing it as perfume.
That prompted her to decide to shower after work, to try and remove the rest of it, because the smell was keeping her at a low-level simmer of arousal. Coupled with the sensitivity, she'd even been tempted to rub herself in the washroom during work hours. Talk about unprofessional.
Grabbing a change of clothes for after her shower, Jean went to the bathroom and stripped out of her conservative work outfit. After spending the previous evening unencumbered, putting the restrictive bra back on this morning had been a real downer.
Once the water was hot enough, Jean stepped in, and immediately the berry smell - was it strawberry? - hit her senses, stronger than ever. Her nipples reacted, trying to find the source themselves, extending from her tit-flesh. An ache formed in her belly, fire spreading to her loins. After one day of using the wash, she was reacting like this?
Not one to pass up a good come, she went to grab the wash bottle but stopped when she saw the wall. It was covered in the wash! Josh! Why was he so messy? When she saw how much there was, she decided to save the stuff in the bottle and use what was on the wall instead.
She dragged her hand through the splashes and streams running down the slick tiles and spread the white substance over her chest. The same tingling lightning hit her nipples, and her pussy clenched again. Going back for more, she used both hands to gather up more wash and spread it over her body, sighing loudly as each new wave of tension built in her pussy. The tingle was back, even stronger, and the smell was once again spiking in her brain.
Another orgasm could never hurt, so she jilled herself to completion once again, using the wash as lube. It might have been her imagination, but this time it seemed like there was heat added to the tingling.
Once her orgasm was done, she tried her best to wash off the smell but didn't think she'd been fully successful.
As she dressed, surrounded by another post-orgasm glow, she left her bra off again. When she came out of the bathroom, hair pulled back into a ponytail, she noticed when she walked her breasts wobbled more than normal. Maybe a bra would be necessary to prevent chafing, she mused.
Coming into the kitchen, she saw Josh at the table eating some cereal. "You're going to ruin your dinner," she said, automatically.
He raised his eyebrows and between bites, said, "Do I ever not eat dinner?"
Jean laughed. "I suppose not." She went to the fridge to see what they had to make, instead of ordering in again. She had to pass by her son as she did, and was surprised to realize she must be hungrier than she thought, as a puddle of drool formed in her mouth. The shower wash must still be in effect, as she could feel heat spread over her breasts.
Making some dinner prep, Jean said, "What are you up to this weekend? Your dad won't be here, so it's just us."
"I'm going to hang with Allan tomorrow. Sunday is the lawn. What about you?"
Jean thought about it. What was she going to do? Tonight was for staying in, but then there were two more days of basically being single. Should she call some friends to come over? Just hang out outside?
"I'm not sure," she said. "Maybe call Linda or Mary and have some drinks tomorrow night. Tonight I'm just going to watch TV. Do you want to join me? We can watch more of the silly hero show."
"Ummm, sure."
"Great! Dinner will be in an hour or so, I'll call you."
"Sure," he said, walking up behind her. He gave her a hug from behind and the smell of a vaguely familiar berry scent wafted in her nose. Immediately she felt an ache form in her groin. The darn wash was playing havoc with her body's reactions. Maybe she needed to lay off of it for a bit, she thought. Josh's arms were around her middle and when he pulled away his upper arm brushed against the underside of her tits. Heat formed, tingling radiating from her nipples. Damn the body wash!
Jean spent the next hour cooking, trying to ignore the signals from her body. It had been awoken and now wanted relief. When the sauce for the noodles was simmering, she went to her room to put on a bra. It was better this way. She didn't have time to get herself off, and removing the sensation of her nipples rubbing on cloth would stop the constant hum of pleasure.
As she hooked a bra on and put her arms through the straps, she was alarmed to discover she was being squished more than normal. It was downright uncomfortable! Sighing, she adjusted the garment, letting the straps out to give her girls more room. She didn't usually have to adjust. Maybe she was gaining weight?
Putting the idea out of her head, Jean went back to her cooking.
Dinner was soon ready, but Jean was alarmed to discover the bra didn't alleviate her horny mood. When Josh joined her to eat, she found her pelvis tightening and heat forming.
She wasn't sure if it was the freedom she'd felt the night before, or her ease at going braless around Josh, but she was suddenly filled with the desire to take her bra off and be comfortable again. She stood up and went to her room, leaving Josh at the table. A quick strip and a snap, and she let out a sigh of relief as her breasts expanded into their natural shape.
"I must be starving," she said, rejoining Josh. "My mouth is watering."
"I'm hungry too. See? I didn't ruin dinner."
"Yeah, yeah. I bet you won't have your normal two helpings."
"We'll see," he said with a smile, eyes flicking briefly.
Jean did her best not to react, but it was a close thing. Her son had just checked her out! It had been quick, but she was practiced in spotting men's roving attention, and his eyes had definitely moved to her chest. It was why she normally wore clothes to hide her figure, why she wore a bra to squish her breasts. The less there was to see, the less they looked.
Jean had a hard time sorting out her feelings after seeing Josh look at her chest. She should be feeling uncomfortable, ashamed even, and yet she didn't. Was it different with him, or had she changed her outlook on people checking her out? There was a definite sense of new pride in her body the last couple days.
Jean sat up straighter and ignored the furtive looks Josh sent her way.
When they were done, Jean set up the show while Josh took care of the dishes. He joined her on the couch and they watched an episode. Jean did her best not to check to see if he was watching the show or her and soon forgot all about it. She was just happy to be relaxed and laughing.
After the show, Josh gave her another hug, a lingering one, which she didn't mind. She knew her nipples were fully on display in the thin t-shirt, but she didn't care. Letting loose like this was refreshing!
In bed soon after, Jean drifted to sleep with the scent of berries lingering in her nose.
***
Josh woke up feeling great. He jumped out of bed and took another pill, wondering if he should wait a full 24 hours before jerking off again. For maximum effects. He decided to wait, knowing it would feel great later. It was almost 11 in the morning, so he put on some clothes and called Allan to arrange their day.
The arrangements were soon made, and he went to grab some cereal, wondering if his mom was around. He was unsure about leaving her alone all weekend, with how sad she'd been. A secret part of him wanted to see if she was going to go braless again, but he didn't think about it too much.
In the kitchen, he found a note on the table from her telling him she was having friends over later. It was signed with a heart, something she used to do when making him lunches as a k**. It made him feel better to see, and her having company over was also a good sign. Josh's day brightened up, knowing his mom was in a good mood.
He spent the day with friends, not thinking about his parents or school or chores, just carefree and happy. It was a good day.
By the time he was headed home, he was thinking of jumping in the shower to jerk off and spend the evening playing games. He didn't want to cramp his mom's get-together.
At home again, it was almost four in the afternoon. "Hey," he called out as he walked through the front door. "I'm home!"
No answer, and looking around it didn't look like his mom had been home at all. Happy he was alone, he went to the bathroom and shucked his clothes off. He felt like since he'd started taking the pills he was ready to come faster than normal. If he had a girlfriend it would be a problem, but for trips to the communal shower, his hair-trigger was a blessing.
Stepping into the dry shower, he started to stroke himself lazily, just enjoying the smooth steel of his cock. He liked his cock, he decided. Like, if he was one to like cocks, he thought he had a good one.
Josh imagined Jenny in the shower with him, on her knees, holding her tits up to wrap around his shaft, taking the place of his hand. He closed his eyes and thrust his hips forward, stroking faster. Within seconds, he was ready to blow, and let fly on the wall for the third day in a row. The berry fragrance filled the air as he painted the tiles with his berry spunk.
There was more than usual, as stream after stream arced from his tip. Each load felt huge as it jetted up his urethra. When his ejaculation slowed, he was left with his spunk oozing down his hand, coating his fingers. He shuddered. The best orgasm yet.
When he was done twitching on shaky legs, Josh stepped out of the stall to wash his hands at the sink. He didn't want an actual shower but had to wash his hands after getting them drenched. He dressed and went to his room, forgetting once again to clean the shower.
***
Jean got home feeling tired, but looking forward to the evening. She'd gone out for some shopping after inviting both Mary and Linda over. On the way home, she'd picked up some hors d'oeuvres and wine.
Her friends weren't coming over until 5:30, she had an hour to get ready. She tidied up a bit, got the food ready on a platter and covered it, and put it in the fridge. Preparations complete, she went to have a quick shower.
When she undressed in the bathroom, pushing her panties over her wide hips to float down her legs, Jean was aware of her nudity in a whole new way. Soft, sensitive skin. Tingling nipples. Unable to resist, she tweaked one, pulling it out. Stop it, she said silently. This is just a shower. No body wash, either, she warned herself. Just in and out.
Starting up the water, she untied her ponytail, letting her fine brown hair float around her shoulders, feeling it tickle her skin. A few seconds later she stepped under the flow and immediately her nose was full of the berry scent filling the stall. She looked at the wash bottle but it was closed. Where was the smell coming from? She looked around and spotted a sheen on the wall about belly high. Josh was wasting more of the wash! Putting her finger out, she picked up a dollop of the goo.
She'd told herself no to using the wash, but she didn't want it to go to waste. Her nipples and labia reacted as she gave in to temptation, igniting into a warm fire. She had time before Mary and Linda arrived.
As she massaged and slid her hands over her body, she noticed the wash was drying up, becoming sticky on her skin and hands, so she gathered more from the tiles. The slipperiness and the spreading berry smell made Jean weak in the knees, waves of tingling heat spreading throughout her frame.
Something was different about getting the wash from the tiles, as her body keyed up in record time, and soon Jean was coming.
"Mmmmmyeahhhh," she crooned, her hand frigging frantically at her puss. Juices streamed from her entrance, adding to the lubrication before dripping down her thighs. She'd take a break from the wash tomorrow, but today, she just needed it.
In one final act of lust, Jean sc****d the last of the wash from the wall on one finger, before putting it up to her nose. She took a big sniff, the smell spiking her senses. The goo spread to her upper lip, and before she knew it, it had dripped into her open mouth. Expecting it to taste like soap, she went to spit it out but stopped at the reality. It was a combination of sweet and sour and was vaguely familiar.
Jean rolled the flavour on her tongue, trying to place it, but couldn't. It had been a while since she'd tasted it, she was sure, but it was like no berry or soap she'd ever experienced. The taste seemed to enhance the smell, so she swallowed it.
Between her orgasm and the sweet treat, Jean was feeling a bit goofy; lightheaded under the hot water. She quickly washed with normal soap and stepped out to wrap a towel around her torso. Confident Josh wasn't home, she stepped out of the bathroom and ran right into him. Again.
"Oh!" she cried, stepping back quickly. "Darn it, we need to stop meeting like this," she said with a laugh, clutching her towel tightly to her chest. She tried to ignore the flash of pleasure she'd gotten at the feel of his solid mass pressed against her for a brief instant.
Josh smiled back, his hands raised to steady her. His gaze flickered down and back up, taking in her situation, and wordlessly stepped aside for her. She hurried past, to her room.
It was only once she closed the door behind her did she remember her towel wasn't very long. Josh might have gotten a look at her cheeks peeking out from the bottom of her towel as she rushed by! Her entire body flushed - in shame? - knowing she might have exposed herself to her son. The other reactions - warmth in her puss, tingling nipples - she attributed to her recent orgasm in the shower. She needed to be more careful. Sexual frustration was no excuse for letting her guard down around her son.
Dressing quickly in comfy but presentable clothes, Jean made sure to wear a bra, despite how it pinched, as her friends would expect it. She greeted them when they showed up, right on time, bottles of wine in hand. Mary was a willowy woman, tall, but far too thin in Jean's opinion. Linda was a heavy-set woman who made up for a plain face by wearing low-cut shirts to show off her impressive cleavage. The three of them had been friends for decades.
The night progressed well, the usual topic being the local gossip. When they'd gotten a few glasses in, Mary casually hinted she had info on an affair one of the local wives was having.
"Who?" Jean asked, her face lit up with curiosity.
"Mrs. Johnson," asserted Mary, smugly taking a sip of her drink.
"What? How do you know?" Linda asked. "She never leaves the house without her husband."
"True..." said Mary, hinting they were on the right track.
Linda looked at Jean. Jean looked back, and together they made the connection.
"She's having an affair in her house??" Jean exclaimed.
"Who is it?" Linda begged.
"How often would you say their lawn needs tending?" Mary prompted. "However much it is, their landscaper is there at least twice as much."
Jean leaned back against the couch back, trying to remember who Mrs. Johnson had for a landscaper. "You mean the tall guy? With the nice butt?"
Linda said, "No, can't be him, he's sleeping with Mrs. Garrett the next road over."
"Actually it is him, and yes he is sleeping with Mrs. Garrett. In fact, he's sleeping with several ladies in the area."
"Get out!" cried Linda.
Jean felt a flash of envy rip through her at the thought of all of those women getting railed by the hunky gardener. She wasn't getting any. While she contemplated the injustice, Mary and Linda compared notes of who else was taking advantage of the extra services.
It wasn't fair, she decided. Not only did she not have a regular lover, but she also didn't need the services of a gardener, as Josh took care of it all. She guffawed, and her friends stopped their chatter to look at her.
"Remind me to never let Josh become a landscaper," she said with a cheeky smile. All three ladies roared their laughter.
The evening ended around 11 pm, and as Jean was saying goodnight to her guests, she noted she'd been able to ignore the temptation of her body and the lingering effects of the shower wash. The gathering had been good for more than just socializing.
Josh had stayed in his room. As she passed by his door, she stopped and knocked.
"Are you awake?" she said to the door. If he was, he'd hear her.
"Yeah, Mom," came his answer.
She opened the door and peeked her head in. He was in bed, reading by the light of his lamp. "I just wanted to say goodnight," she said.
"Night, Mom. Did you have fun?"
"I did." Jean was a little tipsy, and so the next words just tumbled from her mouth. "Don't become a landscaper, okay?" She giggled at her joke, while Josh just stared at her.
"Okay," he said. "Why?"
"Oh, nothing, it was just a silly joke from earlier. You had to be there." Despite feeling silly, there was no way Jean was going to explain it. "Sorry for running into you earlier in a state of undress."
Why was she bringing it up?
Josh shrugged, and said, "Don't worry about it, I'd forgotten it happened."
"That's good. I didn't think you were home, or I'd have put more clothes on."
"It's fine, Mom."
"Okay, have a good sleep."
Jean left her son in his room and went to bed suffused with a glow of contented happiness. The night with her friends had been just what she needed, and she didn't even miss her husband.
The relief she felt when she took off her bra made her gasp out loud. She'd been wearing bras which constricted and hid her form for years, but this was entirely too uncomfortable. She had to face the fact her breasts had grown, and look at buying some bigger clothes to accommodate.
Deciding to think about it tomorrow, Jean got into bed and fell asleep almost immediately.
***
Josh heard his parent's door close and sighed with relief. He'd been jerking off when his mom knocked and scrambled to quickly hide what he was doing. He'd done his best to seem normal, but her apology about the towel thing earlier had almost broken him. He'd downplayed it, but the incident hadn't left his head since it happened, and in fact, it had inspired the hardon he'd been playing with when she knocked.
Talk about an awful coincidence. He was already feeling guilty about touching himself while thinking of her in just the towel, and then 'knock-knock!'.
Now alone again, his hardon reduced to nothing from the shock of her intrusion, Josh decided to just go to sleep. As he was waiting for sleep to take him, the image of his mom coming out of the bathroom returned. Her long legs led up to a tantalizing shadow hiding just at the junction where they met. The creamy smooth skin of her shoulders and arms. The expanse of her cleavage bulged up from the top of the towel.
She was a vision of loveliness, and any straight guy would have sat up and taken notice if they'd run into her as Josh had. The initial almost-collision had come with a waft of berry-scented air as she emerged from the bathroom, which had hit him like a spike in the brain. He'd been incapable of doing anything but stepping aside and watching her retreat.
As she scampered away to her room, the towel had lifted and he'd seen a flash of her cute butt cheeks.
Since then, Josh had been tortured by alternating arousal and guilt. Arousal won every time, but he hadn't taken the step of actually jerking off to her memory. Yet.
Sunday morning dawned bright, with sun seeping around his curtains. Josh woke up with a raging hardon, not an uncommon occurrence, but one he enjoyed. Yawning and stretching one hand out, his other hand dipped under his covers to wrap around his dick. Velvet granite met his fingers, which he lazily stroked and fondled.
The thought had been circling the outskirts of his brain for a while, and finally, it came to land. It seemed like wishful thinking, but the last couple of days he'd felt like his dick was bigger than usual. He'd never measured himself, but he was quite familiar with his size based on touch, and it felt different.
Laughing at himself for his dreaming, Josh got up and went to the bathroom to pee. He had promised his dad he would mow the lawn today, so he wanted to get it out of the way fast, to have the rest of the day to himself.
He threw on some old jeans and a t-shirt and went to tackle the annoying chore. Their lawn wasn't very big, but it had some interesting features and trees which made mowing the grass an adventure.
An hour later, chore complete, Josh finished putting the mower away and went to shower. He was looking forward to getting clean, but he just wanted to jerk off. The aborted session last night, with the morning wood earlier, had him raring to go.
Anticipation grew as he shucked off his clothes and turned the water on. He couldn't help but examine himself in the mirror as he waited for the water to heat up. He looked the same as he always did, but for one difference: his dick had to be bigger. There was no way it wasn't.
Josh's privacy was shattered when the sound of knocking once again interrupted him.
"Josh! I need to pee! I'm coming in!" came the frantic sound of his mom's voice.
The door opened and his mom came in in a rush, running past him to the toilet. Josh frantically covered his dick with his hands, shouting, "Mom! I'm naked!"
"I'm sorry! I thought you were in the shower!" she exclaimed as she plopped down on the toilet seat. The sound of her peeing soon followed, along with a relieved sigh from his mom.
"I was waiting for the water to warm up," Josh explained, exasperated.
Even the shock of being burst in on wasn't enough to distract him from seeing what his mom was wearing. It was a simple nightie, but it was only mid-thigh in length and did nothing to hide her assets up top, which swayed in the thin covering with each movement. He spotted nubs on the crest of her breasts. She'd had to pull her nightie up around her hips to sit down, and so he could see the entirety of her legs and lap. No panties?
Cheeks burning, Josh's mouth dropped open in horror as he felt himself grow under his hands. Not now! Of all the times for a boner, naked in the bathroom with his mom was the worst. Turning away from her, he tried to conceal his state, as his dick grew and grew. In no time he was fully engorged and feeling ridiculous trying to cover his length with his hands. It was obvious what he was hiding.
His mom finished peeing and wiping with some toilet paper before standing up. Business done, she headed to the door and finally seemed to take notice of the situation she'd barged in on. "Oh! I'm so sorry, Josh. I didn't...um, I didn't mean to intrude but I had to go bad. I was going to be quick..."
She trailed off, as she came around to his front and could see what he was failing to conceal. To his immense surprise, given what he knew about his conservative mom, she raised an eyebrow and quirked a smile at him.
She said, "Sorry to interrupt your private time." Despite her demeanour, her cheeks coloured.
"I was just taking a shower," Josh said defensively.
"Mmhmm. I'm familiar with those kinds of showers. Make sure you clean up after yourself."
Josh suddenly flashed back to the instances over the last several days where he'd jerked off in the shower...and forgotten to clean up. He felt his cheeks burn even more.
His mom noticed, her eyes narrowing. "You do clean up...after...right?"
"I, um, don't do it often. I'll make sure to clean up," he said, not believing he was having this conversation.
His mom was still in the bathroom with him, the proximity of her wearing only the thin cloth over her naked body causing his dick to grow harder than ever. His hands still covered it, and even his touch was sending pleasurable warmth up and down his length. To his horror, precum started to leak from his slit, and the smell of berries filled the air.
"Mom -" he started, wanting to get her to leave, but stopped when he saw her breath in deeply, her chest expanding delightfully.
"That smell," she said. She stepped to one side of him and looked in the shower. "You didn't have time to use the wash. Where is it coming from?"
The wash? Oh, the bottle he'd gotten with the pills. She was using it? As this train of thought was churning through Josh's head, his mom was sniffing around the room, hunting for the source of the scent. She was smelling his arousal. Josh backed away from her, only stopping when he ran into the clothes hamper, but she pursued, still sniffing the air.
"Is that you?" she asked, putting her head close to his and taking a large breath in.
His mom was so close Josh could feel the warmth of her body radiating on his neck. Her scent filled his nostrils and he groaned. Trying to get away, he made to step around the hamper but clipped the leg and lost his balance. Instinct kicked in, and Josh splayed his hands out to catch himself on the hamper behind him.
Despite it not being a secret, the removal of his hands also removed any doubt he was hard. The berry scent got stronger as his precum was exposed to the open air, and Josh froze in horror as he waited for his mom to freak out.
She didn't. She looked down at the rigid tool straining between their bodies, a bubble of pre-cum oozing from the slit. Josh's pose was ridiculous. Body bent back, hands behind him, cock lewdly pointing at the ceiling. She inhaled again while staring at him, then bent over, putting her head near his dick, and took a small sniff before standing back up. Josh watched in amazement as his mom transformed.
Her eyes seemed to glaze over as she stared at his dick, and her mouth worked as if dealing with an excess of saliva. Her nipples hardened in her nightie, forming tents. She clenched her legs together, feet thumping together. He could see her fists clenched at her sides like she was fighting to keep them still.
"Mom? Are you okay?"
His mom's eyes cleared and she looked at his face quickly before returning to his leaking cock. She nodded.
"Have you been jerking off in the shower the last several days?" she asked.
Hesitantly, feeling a mix of shame and curiosity, Josh nodded.
"On the wall?"
Another nod.
"Oh," she said.
Amazed, Josh watched as she lifted one hand and dipped her finger lightly in his stream of precum. Even the small touch was enough to cause him to clench in response, his cock bobbing. She put the now wet finger inside the neck of her nightie, grabbing one of her breasts. Upon contact, his mom shuddered and moaned, eyes clenched shut.
"Yep, that's the stuff," she said.
"Mom, this is..." Josh started.
"Weird?" she finished. "Yeah, well have some sympathy, I just found out I've been massaging my son's semen onto my body.
***
Jean watched as her son tried to stand up, his face slack with shock, but she put her hand on his chest to keep him where he was. Her mind raced, still struggling with the situation. Somehow her son's stuff sent her to heaven. Her body was tingling, just from the brief application of his precum, but she needed more.
Different scenarios flashed through her head, but the fact was, he was there, ready, rampant. She felt desirable in a way she hadn't in a long time. Seeing this young man react to her, even if it was her son, had torn away the years of conservatism, exposing the passionate woman she'd always been.
"Shhhhh," she said. "Just stay there."
Mother and son watched as she slowly gripped his head in her fingers, gathering precum on them.
Josh groaned at her touch.
It seemed important, despite his reaction, she got permission.
"Is this okay?" she asked, her slick fingers encircling his glans.
Josh just jerked a nod once, his eyes on where her hand was on his penis.
It happened fast. As Jean rolled her now sticky fingers around his head, he came. Ream after ream of potent man sauce spurted from his slit. Each pulse ejected into her palm, deflecting onto her nightie.
Jean just stood there as she was covered in his stuff. When he finally stopped coming, they were both a mess as it had dripped down his shaft and legs.
"Sorry," Josh muttered, unable to take his eyes from the glaze caked on his mother's nightie.
"It's okay, I wanted you to," she said. With those words, she ran her hands through his load and repeated the excursion inside her nightie, this time pulling her arm inside her sleeve. She shuddered again when she reached her breast, a stronger reaction than the first time. His actual semen created a fire in her.
"I've grown to like it, you see," she growled, as she massaged her breast.
She felt alive.
***
Josh looked at her face and saw his mother, but also a woman. Her always cute face was flushed red, enhancing her beauty. Her lips were full and parted, her wet tongue peeking between them. Her eyes opened and she met his gaze intently for a few seconds before looking down at his now drooping dick.
"We need to get cleaned up," she said. "Starting with this, as it is drenched."
It was a quick motion, divesting herself of her nightie, but for Josh, he saw it all in slow motion. She bent over slightly and grabbed the back of the garment behind her neck and pulled it over her head. As the hem rose, he saw his mother revealed section by section.
First, her legs, which he'd seen before, but this time the treasure at their meeting point as well. She was bare there, her nether lips plump and rosy. Next came her waist as it narrowed from her hips and then her belly, delightfully healthy and moist where his semen had seeped through her gown. Then came the part he never thought he'd see but wanted to see most of all: her chest.
Two plump globes of white underboob turned into melon-sized breasts topped with cherry coloured nipples. They were hard and surrounded by two inches of crinkly areola. Josh couldn't take his eyes off of them even after she finished tossing her wet shift into the laundry hamper. The movement of her throw caused them to shift back and forth. Josh felt drool form, wanting to feel those rubbery nubs between his lips.
His cock stirred.
The bathroom was full of steam now, as the shower was still running. Josh's mom stepped in, under the flow, beckoning him to join her. He hesitated, still unsure what was going on.
His mom turned to look at him and ducked her head out of the water. "Come on in. We'll sort this out after, don't worry."
Taking a deep breath, he stepped into the shower with his mom. It was big enough for the two of them without needing to be pressed together, but only one of them got sprayed at a time. For now it was his mother so Josh just watched as she slicked her wet hands up and down her body.
This was surreal.
When she turned away from him, Josh couldn't help himself. He reached out a hand, gliding it over her wet back. She flinched but then relaxed into his touch. Her skin was so soft, so smooth. He ran his hand down to the dip of her waist and the swell of her hip. It was just natural to keep going until he reached her butt, gliding along the swell of her rear until he could cup her cheek.
His mom stopped moving, head down, just letting the water flow over her as he explored. Unable to resist, he stepped forward and reached around her torso. It wasn't unlike any of the hugs he'd given her in his life, except they were naked. He lifted his palms until they contacted her tits and he cupped them, squeezing gently.
"Oh Josh," his mom said, softly, at his touch. She leaned back into his chest, her butt grazing his dick, which was recovering. He tentatively pushed into her and she pushed back. Within moments he was fully hard again.
Hands still full of her tits, Josh kissed her neck as he kneaded and played, thumbs rolling over her nipples.
She sighed, and reached behind her, between them, to take his dick in hand. "You can't fuck me," she blurted out suddenly.
Josh didn't know how to respond. It was such an unlikely thing for her to say, and for him to hear.
"Um, okay," he managed, hard cock throbbing in her hand.
The mom Josh thought he knew was gone. In her place was a sexy goddess, full of curves and tits, in his arms, telling him he couldn't fuck her. He sighed.
"Any other rules?" he asked, needing to say something.
She shook her head. "Just hold me."
He did, taking full advantage of his access to her body, but avoiding her pussy. That felt a step too far, even given the last few minutes. At one point he felt her hand down there, rubbing away, until she gasped and convulsed in his arms, under the spray of the water. She turned around after, and pushed him back, giving her space to grab hold of his dick.
Seeing her like this, wet and sexy, mouth agape, the tip of her tongue poking out as she stroked his cock, Josh's heart thumped in his chest. Mom or not, she was a vision of sex, far more attractive than any of his friends' moms. Too bad he could never tell them.
She stepped close, intent on his dick, pulling him to her until his head was pressed against her belly button. Stroking him slowly, she swayed back and forth, letting her soft skin rub against his sensitive underside. It ramped his coil up to the max until he was spurting again, this time on her naked skin.
His mom cooed her satisfaction as he sprayed his man juice. She used her hand to aim, getting his second load of the day all over her tits, while her other hand massaging his spunk into her nipples. The smell of berries filled the steamy shower, and his mom cried out as she pulled at her rubbery nips.
When he finished coming, his mom stepped into him, hugging him close, squishing his dick and her breasts between them. He hugged back, and they stood there for a time, enjoying the closeness.
Questions started to swarm his brain, but he clamped down, not wanting this moment to be ruined.
"Okay, let's wash up and get out before the water gets cold," she said eventually, pulling away from him.
He nodded, and they put her words to action, washing his semen from their bodies. At one point Josh worked up his nerve and made to help her wash her pussy, but she batted his hand away, saying 'bad'.
He was right, it was off-limits. An extension of the rule? Still feeling like he was coming out a massive winner, he went back to her tits, soaping them up.
She moaned at his touch, and said, "If you don't stop that, we're never getting out of here."
Reluctantly, he let go of her long enough for her to rinse off and step out of the shower.
The process of drying off and going to their rooms to dress seemed to break the spell, as Josh felt an awkward pall fall over the house. Did he pursue her? Was it over? Did they talk about it? She'd mentioned questions earlier, but did she still want to ask?
Josh didn't know what to do, so he went to the kitchen where his mom joined him, sitting at the table.
"Well," she started. "That was unexpected."
Josh nodded. "I'd say that was an understatement," he said.
She giggled and leaned back in her chair. She was dressed in a blouse and slacks, a normal outfit for her as far back as Josh could remember, except now she was braless. The very recent memory of what she looked like naked flooded into Josh's brain. He could see her notice where he was looking. "Where did that come from?" he asked.
"I don't know how to explain it. I wasn't always so...repressed, I guess you'd say. Before I met your father I was much freer with my attitudes and thoughts. Lately, the old me has returned, and I am liking it. A lot.
"Your dad has been neglecting certain husbandly duties, and so I'm also feeling the urge to express myself there as well. When I started to use the wonderful new body wash on the shower wall...," she paused to give him a pointed stare. "...it was like nothing I'd ever felt. It made me feel like a million bucks. It made me want to feel good again.
"Which brings us to you. I've smelled semen before; it doesn't smell like yours does, or feel like yours does. What is going on with you?"
There was nothing for Josh to do but come clean. He told her about the pills and what they'd done to his semen.
"Huh! That's a new one," she said when he'd finished. "There must be more than just the volume supplement in there, to have it affect me."
"I guess so. I can stop taking them if you want."
"But where would I get my supply of body wash?" she teased.
Josh flushed for probably the fifth time in as many minutes. This was all so weird. "You want me to keep doing it on the shower wall?"
He watched as his mom stood up from the chair and walked over to him. She hugged him, pulling him in close. Josh relaxed into the embrace after a bit, returning the hug.
"No, baby," she murmured into his ear. "I want you to keep doing it on me.
Josh felt himself expand in his pants at her words, but it wasn't just her words. It was everything. Her soft body pressed against his, her arms around him, her warm breath tickling his ear.
"Is that okay?" she asked, again in his ear.
Josh nodded, pulling his waist away from her. Despite what they'd done, he still felt awkward about being open about his attraction to her, especially in their kitchen.
She felt him retreat and held on. "I don't mean to embarrass you, but are you reacting to me? Below?"
Josh nodded once, fire in his cheeks.
"Mmmmm. You have no idea how that makes me feel. It's been so long since someone showed their appreciation for me. It's a huge compliment, so instead of trying to hide it, why not make me aware of it?"
Josh pushed forward until the bulge in his pants was pressed against her.
His mom sighed and hugged him harder. "Part of me is afraid I'm going to wake up and find out this is just a dream. Part of me is sure this is a bad idea. You're my son!"
"Yeah, it's weird for me too. Really weird. When we went to our rooms, you know, after, I felt awkward."
"Oh yeah, me too. I thought I was going to freak out when I was getting dressed, and I thought about just staying there forever. I forced myself to come in here to talk to you." She paused and then said, "Are we going to be okay? If this is going to ruin us, then we need to stop."
Josh thought about it for a bit, trying to separate the question from his lust and his desire to see his mom naked again. "I think we'll be okay. We can put some more rules into place, beyond your one rule."
The way he said the final two words caught her notice. She pulled back and looked him in the eye. "You're wondering where the bombshell came from," she stated.
He nodded.
She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and moved back to her chair. Josh missed her warmth immediately.
She sighed and said, "We got messy outside of the shower, and it felt natural to get cleaned up together. When you touched me, it felt good, I started to relax under your hands. I didn't think we'd go as far as...you know...but I needed to tell you so the boundary was set. I've had the rule forever, but in hindsight it's a great rule for us to have anyways, being mother and son.
"I had a friend who got pregnant at 18, and it caused a bunch of problems for her. Family, school, etc, and then the guy left her. I decided back then I'd only ever have intercourse with someone I was happy to get pregnant by. Your dad is the only person I've done it with, and everyone before him knew of the rule. And now you do."
"You don't have sex with someone unless it's for making a baby?"
"Kinda. If I'm okay with getting pregnant by a man, I'll have sex with him. It's always a possibility, right? No matter how safe you are. With this rule, I ensure I'm safe, and it makes the act very special, knowing what could result. It's not like I expected to get pregnant every time I had sex with your dad. He and I were active for years after you were born, but only one pregnancy."
"Did you want more k**s?" Josh was surprised to realize the topic had never come up before.
"I do want more k**s. Things are difficult with your dad and I right now, but I am still holding out hope. Anyways, enough about that, it's between your dad and me. Let's talk about you and me. We got sidetracked there a bit. We were going to discuss the rules."
"Rule one, no sex," he reiterated.
"Rule two, no talking about it outside of the house, and not around your dad."
"Okay. What about being affectionate? Is that allowed?"
"Affectionate how?" she asked, curious.
Josh felt heat crawl up his neck. The words were reluctant to form. He cleared his throat. "I dunno. Touching. Cuddling. Kissing."
"You want to kiss me?" she asked, surprised.
The heat spread to his face. "I dunno. Maybe. Just feels like what you do when you're intimate."
The word must have not been what she wanted to hear, because his mom's face went through a few contortions. "Intimate. Yes, I guess it's an apt word, though I had been avoiding thinking in those terms. Just being silly, I guess." She searched his face, and then said, "Do you want to kiss me?"
Josh wasn't sure. He'd kissed his mom many times in his life, but never in the context of intimacy. It might be weird, but he stepped closer to her anyway. She stood up and they met in the middle.
Leaning forward, he went most of the way to her, watching her mouth as he approached. Her lips were together, with a faint sheen of moisture like she'd just licked them. When he stopped with an inch of her, she closed the gap, and their closed lips met.
It was fine. He pulled back and looked at her. "How was that? Did it gross you out?"
She shook her head, a small smile lingering as her eyes flicked around Josh's face. She reached out and grabbed his hands.
He leaned in again, and the kiss lasted longer this time. He softened his lips, and she responded. He had to take a breath in through his nose, and he got a lungful of her scent. The same scent she'd had for years, but this time it went to his head. Josh pulled her close.
His mom opened her lips, and he felt her tongue slip out to lightly tease his lips. He moaned and responded with his tongue. She tasted good. He opened his mouth wider, and she echoed the move, and they were chasing tongues. She surprised him by capturing his bottom lip in her teeth and tugging playfully before letting him go.
Josh showed his appreciation by stepping close to push his bulge into her middle. She groaned and pushed back. Josh noticed his mom's mouth was a lot wetter than his own, and he delighted in feeling it on his tongue.
With a final nip at his lips, his mom pulled away, and they stared at each other, breathing hard.
"Kissing is allowed," she said, cheeks rosy. "But you can't fuck me."
There was the rule again. He hadn't been thinking it, but his cock said otherwise, as it tried to escape his pants. Who was she reminding? He nodded his agreement and smiled. He pulled her in for another kiss.
Eventually, they separated, her stating she had things she wanted to get done. Josh agreed, but only because he needed to jerk off, and she didn't seem inclined to give him another handjob.
To his surprise, she said, "If you can hold off relieving yourself, I'll get you off later, before your dad gets home."
"Not now?" he said, more than a little plaintively.
"If I don't put my foot down, we'll never get anything done. Remember, we need to maintain a normal life too. I've got some chores and shopping to do. You may like what I come home with, my personal landscaper."
Curiosity piqued, Josh agreed, and they went their separate ways.
***
Jean was an emotional mess when she left the house. The most passion she'd had in years, and it was with her son instead of her husband. A big part of her loved what they did, but guilt tainted the enjoyment.
The shower, the talk, the kissing, it all fell under the same umbrella of crazy Jean's life had become in the last few hours. She hadn't had to think about her rule in over 20 years, and yet the shower was the closest she'd come to breaking it. It wasn't truly close, she was fully in control, but she hadn't had to tell anyone about it in so long she almost forgot she had to. A young man like Josh would be fully capable of going all the way without thinking of the consequences, it was up to her to keep it in mind like she had since she was 18.
She was still gooey in her panties from the feel of his cock pressing against her while they were making out in the kitchen. The feel of him against her, pressing, displaying his arousal, had gotten to her head, and she'd had to remind them both of her rule.
Jean drove to the mall intending to buy clothes which would more closely match her new outlook on her comfort and style. Softer, more relaxed fit. Supportive while showing off what she had. She had some other criteria in mind, but time would tell if she would find anything suitable. Chuck was coming home tonight and he'd get a surprise with her new wardrobe - if he even noticed. She was sure Josh would notice.
Several hours later, she emerged from the mall with bags in hand. She'd been successful on all counts and was looking forward to showcasing her new style, even wearing one outfit out of the store. Form-fitting shorts showing off her ass, a soft t-shirt with a v-neck, and a shelf bra which allowed her tits to be displayed nicely.
Once she got home, she called out for Josh but found he wasn't home. It was all for the better, as she needed to ground herself at home again. She could feel herself thinking of Josh constantly, wanting to be around him, and knew she had a crush. It was natural, finding affection after starving for it, but if she wasn't careful they could catch trouble. It was better to let their new arrangement settle in for a bit, and try to normalize it. It wouldn't do to be all over each other once Chuck came home.
Jean put her purchases away, pulling her former clothes out for donation, and throwing her bras in the garbage. It had taken some help from the store clerk to find her new cup size and adjust her breasts to sit in their new home. The new one she was wearing now was much more comfortable, not squishing or hiding what she had.
Chuck wasn't due for several hours after dinner, so Jean changed into another outfit better for around-the-house situations.
That done, she went to prep dinner, feeling the freedom of moving around the kitchen without restriction. She did her best to keep her mind off of Josh, but it was difficult. Each sound from outside had her listening to see if he was home, so when he did finally come home, she was ready for him.
Heart beating hard, she listened as she chopped onions at the counter, hearing Josh move through the house to the kitchen. When he found her, the only thing he said was, "Wow!"
She turned her head and smiled at him, knowing what he was seeing. She'd kept the same top on, but changed her shorts for a hoop skirt mid-thigh in length. Not slutty, but ready for surprises.
Josh came up behind her, as she hoped he would, to hug her. The feel of his strong arms around her gave her a thrill. She patted his arm and pushed back against him with her butt.
"I like your skirt," he said. "And your shirt...and your bra."
"Thank you," she said, simply, continuing her work but pleased at his compliments. "You asked about touching earlier. It's allowed, within reason."
"Yeah? Whose reason?"
She felt his hand drift down her ass and squeeze her cheek.
"Mmmmm," she moaned. "As long as it follows the rule, and as long as we don't get caught."
Jean smiled, pleased when she felt her skirt being gathered and lifted, exposing her butt.
"Woah, I like that, too," Josh said when he saw the thong she had on. She'd never worn one before but decided after only a few minutes she liked it. Feeling her son's hand on her bare ass, she decided she loved it.
He stroked her there for a bit, squeezing and lifting. Jean could feel herself getting wet, the gusset of her skimpy panties soaking up her leaking juices. She'd need to get off soon, she knew.
"I have other attributes, you know," she said quietly.
Josh responded by cupping her boob from behind, sending a delicious warmth to her puss. He dipped the hand into her shirt, a motion made easy by her clothing and played with her hard nipple.
"Fuck," she said. "Okay, let's go, big boy."
She put her knife down and turned, grabbing Josh and dragging him to the bathroom. Mother and son disrobed hurriedly, and she delighted in seeing his hard cock emerge from his underwear. It was beautiful, and she ached to have it in her but knew she couldn't, for so many reasons.
That didn't mean she couldn't play with it. She pulled Josh into the shower, without the water running, and started to stroke him. He responded by playing with her tits and ass. When he tried to go for her pussy, she slapped his hand away, knowing it led to broken rules.
At one point Jean was tempted to go on her knees but felt it might be too far, so she tugged and rubbed at him until he blew his prodigious load all over her. She moaned as each streak of come hit her body, igniting her nerves and senses. To her surprise, Josh used his hands to massage his come into her skin. The added sensations and it not being her hands drove her crazy, and she was moaning like she was in heat in no time.
"That's it, Josh, rub your sperm all over me!" she cried.
She was so gone she didn't notice when Josh's hand traced his dripping semen down her belly to her bare pubis. When his finger hit her labia, she jerked once before pulling away. She wanted to scold him but decided against it. He was just going with his instincts, trying to please her, and his hands were covered in his delightful semen. The next time his hand drifted low, she was slower in moving it away. The third time, she let him touch her there, his fingers tracing her lips before plowing into her furrow.
When he hit her clit, she cried out. He missed it a few times, and then hit it again, his finger scr****g over the sensitive bud. The semen on his hand lit her nerves on fire, and her nose was full of the scent of berries, enhancing the effect. When he clumsily went searching for her opening, she grabbed his hand and showed him where it was. He pushed his digit inside of her, his finger thicker than hers, causing her to cry out.
"Fuck, Josh, you feel so good. Don't stop," she whispered, as if afraid of the words. "You're going to make me come. You're going to make mommy come," she husked.
Josh leaned over and clamped his mouth on her neck, sucking her flesh between his lips and nipping at her skin. His other hand clutched onto her back, holding her in place as she started to shake on his finger.
She grunted as she came on her son's invading digit, vagina clenching over and over, trying to milk semen from an appendage which didn't produce it. In the delirium of the moment, she wished she could milk the real thing, and draw virile man seed deep into her body.
Jean hadn't told the entire story of where her rule had come from when she explained it to Josh. She did have a friend who'd gotten pregnant, but Jean wasn't afraid of the consequences; in fact, she craved them. When talking with her friend, Jean had discovered a kink for wanting to be knocked up, impregnated, inseminated, bred! It was such a dangerous fetish for so many reasons she'd put in the rule, to ensure when she let someone inside of her, the consequences weren't life-altering.
The cruel joke of her life was that although she wanted to be impregnated, it had only happened once. Chuck refused to get tested for fertility, and Jean had spent years hoping for a miracle which never happened.
As the horny mother completed climaxing on her only offspring's hand, she came back to earth, slowly relaxing in the cradle of his arm. Josh eased his finger out of her quim, the stroke of it sending another quiver of pleasure through her body.
Josh reached up and aimed the shower head away from them and turned on the water to heat it. As they waited for the warmth, he kissed her, and Jean enthusiastically returned it. He had been an inexperienced kisser to start, but he was a fast learner, and soon she was enjoying it as much as with any lover in her past.
When the water was warm, they washed and exited the shower. They didn't say much, but Jean could feel her son's eyes on her as she moved. He reached out to touch her now and then as if to confirm she was real. She smiled at him, touching him in return.
Dressed again, Jean got dinner ready. They ate in verbal silence, but with plenty of non-verbal communication. Glances, smiles, gazes, winks, silent kisses. Jean knew she was falling for her son but wasn't too concerned about it. It was an artifact of the situation. Once they moved on, or he moved out, they would return to a normal mother and son relationship.
After dinner, Jean grabbed Josh's arm, pulling him to the living room. She turned on something mindless on the TV and directed him to lay down on the couch. When he had, she lay in front of him, putting her back against his chest.
"Cuddling is allowed," she said.
He drew her back tight, wrapping his arm over her middle. They fit together perfectly, her head on his arm. Over the next hour, Josh's hand roamed over her body, while she lay there and let him. He put his hand under her shirt, rubbing her belly. He went up further, cupping her breasts in turn, thumbing her nipple through her bra. Occasionally he would grab her hip and pull her butt into his groin, letting her feel the lump there. She always pushed her butt into him to increase the pressure he felt.
This was the kind of thing Jean had been missing. To be desired, held, and yes, groped.
When it came time for Chuck to get home, they separated, her in the living room, and him in his room. Probably to jerk off, she knew. She'd help him with it, but they needed to try and calm things down a little.
Chuck did come home, looking tired and grumpy. He didn't talk to Jean much, apart from letting her know the trip was successful. He didn't ask after Josh, who didn't emerge from his room. Jean thought she knew why. Chuck didn't even mention her changed clothes.
Later, after Chuck was in bed, Jean tried to initiate sex with him, for her own sake. He rejected her, which she'd known he would, but she had had to give her husband a chance to reclaim his bride. This latest rejection was the final nail in the coffin of their marriage, as far as she was concerned.
She had a new beau now, just like Mrs. Johnson, except this landscaper lived in-house.
Jean thought about visiting him in his room but decided against it as just another temptation, one which could expose them and lead to dire consequences.
***
Josh lay in his bed, thinking of going and knocking on his parents' door. He knew his mother would answer it, not his dad, and he had a plan to pull her from their room and take her back to his. His dad didn't deserve her. In the end, he abandoned his plan and went to sleep with thoughts of how much better it would be if they didn't have to worry about being caught.
In the morning his dad went to work as normal, not even taking one day off in lieu of his working weekend. Josh watched his mom retreat into her shell as all three got ready for their Monday. He despaired again at how sad she was around his dad after she'd spent the weekend happy and laughing.
Her shifts had changed again, matching his schedule, which meant she could drop him off at school. She was quiet and subdued.
He spent the day in a kind of funk. The only thing of interest was when Tommy joined the group at lunch. It was obvious he had big news and was practically bursting to tell someone. The guys knew him too well and didn't take the bait. Eventually he had to spill it on his own when it was almost time to return to class.
"You guys suck," he said, as he knew what they were doing.
"What? Why?" asked Allan, who wore a cheeky grin.
"You know why. I'll tell you anyway. Did any of you see Josh's mom when she dropped him off this morning?"
Mark and Jeff just exchanged glances and shook their heads, no. Josh didn't look at anyone. He knew what was coming. She'd been dressed in one of her new outfits: pants to show off her ass and a v-neck blouse with plenty of cleavage. She'd gotten out of her car to give Josh a hug, and clearly Tommy had seen.
"She was dressed to the fucking nines, boys. I don't know what she did, but I think she might be at the top of the rankings. Definitely above Allan's mom."
"What?" scoffed Jeff. "No way. Allan's mom's tits put her a cut above, we've all discussed this."
"You don't understand, Josh's mom has big tits now too."
Jeff and Allan looked at Josh for confirmation. He didn't meet their gazes, which was just as much of a 'yes' as if he'd said the word.
"No fucking way. Josh has a MILF?" said Jeff. "This I have got to see. Is she picking you up from school today, Josh?"
Josh shrugged one shoulder. No point in denying it, they'd be joining him after school to check, regardless.
"Nice. See you after school, boys. Be ready for a vote," said Tommy.
The bell rang a couple of hours later, and Josh found himself surrounded by his friends as they walked to the pick-up zone. He had debated trying to talk them out of it but knew it wouldn't work.
When they got to the area, he spotted his car and walked over, the gaggle following, all peering their heads to try and get an early glimpse in the car window. When Josh got to the car, he jumped into the passenger seat quickly, saying, "Drive!"
It was no use. His mom smiled at him and when she saw the boys hanging at the window she lowered it from her controls.
"Hey boys, how was school," she asked.
"Great Mrs. Martin," all four chorussed. Josh tried to hit the button for the window but Tommy poked his head in, preventing it from moving.
"Just a great day, today, Mrs. Martin. Lovely to see you," said Tommy. Jeff, Allan, and Mark's nods behind him showed their agreement.
"Okay, well, we gotta go, we'll see you tomorrow," said Josh.
"You bet. Looking forward to seeing you again, Mrs. Martin," said Jeff, as the car pulled away.
Josh could feel his mom look at him as she drove away. "What was that all about?" she asked.
Josh mumbled an answer, but she asked him to repeat it, so he said, "They wanted to check out your new look."
"Oh? Were you bragging about me?" she asked, and he looked up to see her smile.
"No, Tommy saw you drop me off and told the others. They're horndogs."
"Aha. Well, they're not the only ones," she said, grinning.
Josh smiled back, happy to see she wasn't mad. Just then his phone dinged for a new message.
"Is that them? What do they say?" asked his mom.
He groaned internally, but said, "They voted, you're the new top MILF."
Silence reigned in the car for several moments. He hoped she would take it as a compliment. The old mom would have freaked out, but maybe the new mom would take it in stride.
She broke the silence by asking, "What do you think?"
"What do I think?" he repeated dumbly.
"Yeah. What's your vote?"
"We don't get to vote on our own moms."
"But if you could vote?"
Josh looked up at her again and said, "You've always been top MILF, Mom."
She coloured, red rising in her cheeks as she drove. "Thank you, son, that means a lot," she said, in a tight voice.
Josh felt good she was happy with the compliment, but couldn't help suspecting she was still saddened by it.
By the time they got home, the tension had eased some after his mom asked a few throw-away questions about school. They entered the house more or less back to normal, with his mom saying, "I'm going to take a nap, it's been a long day."
"Okay," Josh said, hiding his disappointment that they wouldn't be taking the opportunity to visit the shower together.
As she walked down the hallway, hips swaying, she turned and said, "I wouldn't mind some company."
Instantly, rock-hard dick filled Josh's pants as he followed after her. She giggled and walked faster. Josh growled and gave chase, at which point she squealed and ran. The short distance to her room was quickly traversed, and mother and son fell onto her bed together, clothes flying as they disrobed.
When they were naked together, she gave him a quick kiss on the lips and pushed him on his back. He let her and watched as she smiled and crawled up his legs, his cock waving in the air between them.
"Did you mean what you said? I'm your top vote?"
Josh nodded.
"Then you deserve a reward for your faithfulness."
Josh groaned as he watched his mom pull his dick back to her face and smoothly push her lips over his glans. The warmth of her mouth on him spread to his shaft as she slowly took him in.
"Fuck, Mom, you feel amazing," he told the top of her head. She hummed her agreement, mouth full of his cock.
He watched her hair d**** over his hips as she started to pump her head up and down, taking him in as far as she could. He could feel her tongue on him, active and licking back and forth.
How did his conservative mom learn how to suck cock? Those lovers before his dad must have been lucky men.
All too quickly, this being his first blowjob, Josh could feel himself ready to blow. He warned her, "Mom!"
***
Jean heard her son's warning but ignored it. It had been years since she'd last sucked a cock, and wasn't about to stop now. She could feel him expand in her mouth, her lips stretched around his girth, and then he was exploding into the back of her throat.
She'd forgotten how much he produced. Swallowing as fast as she could, it still wasn't fast enough, and soon gobs of spit and semen were drooling down her chin, dripping onto his balls.
She'd also forgotten about the pills. The last and only time she had let someone blow in her mouth, the taste had been an unwelcome surprise. Wanting to treat Josh now, she tried her best not to taste his stuff. It turned out to be impossible but also unnecessary, as his spunk was delicious!
Swallowing turned from a chore to a pleasure. Each gulp slid down her throat, making her want more, like a woman dying of starvation or thirst. If Josh's stuff tasted like this all the time, he might be fending her off soon, begging exhaustion.
Once the bulk of his load was in her belly, Jean turned to clean up the remnants coating his cock and balls. It was a bit of overkill, but from the look on his face whenever she glanced up, he was enjoying it.
Cleanup done, Jean climbed up her son's body, dr****g herself over his frame. She felt drowsy after her meal and soon dropped into a light sleep. She got her nap after all.
Waking sometime later, Jean panicked, wondering at the time. It would be the end of things if Chuck found them naked in his bed. To her relief, it was still an hour before he was due home.
Jean looked at her son, also asleep, apparently worn out from his orgasm. He looked so peaceful she didn't want to wake him, and just lay her head back down on his chest.
Looking down his body, she could see the source of the wonderfully tasty man sauce, quiescent on his thigh. She considered it in this state, comparing it to when he was aroused. It seemed he was a grower, rather than a shower. She giggled silently, vowing never to repeat it to him. Men seemed to be sensitive to that type of humour.
Her curiosity got the better of her, and she reached for his sack, fondling his twin lumps, thinking of the production taking place within. She felt her mouth water at the thought, imagining the delicious bounty his body was preparing for the next time he came.
Jean's thoughts should have been confused, and uncertain. She should have been filled with questions regarding their fate, and where things would end up, but instead, she was just happy to be next to him. Happy to let the future sort itself out. Happy to lay her body next to his, sharing warmth, and feeling her privates mold themselves to him.
Right at that moment, she could feel her labia kissing his thigh, and her breasts pressed against his torso. It was intimate, and yet casual. She'd never be able to do this with Chuck, and it felt entirely natural. If she wanted to suck Josh to rigidity and ride him to completion, he'd never complain, she knew, but her rule prevented any such scenario from being enacted. For the first time in her life, Jean considered modifying her rule and taking protection into account.
It didn't feel right.
If she was taking a man's member into her body, allowing him to penetrate her, she needed him to go all the way. No condoms, no birth control. His sperm needed to be given the chance to fulfill their destiny, to implant a baby in her womb.
The ultimate expression of her love for a man was to allow him to join his DNA with hers, to bring new life into the world. It had only happened once in her life, but she knew she was still fertile; still capable of carrying a baby to term.
The rogue scenario of her allowing Josh to penetrate her, even finish inside of her, wandered through her brain. She quickly killed the thought. It would feel great, but theirs wasn't a partnership built to produce such an outcome.
She woke Josh in time for them to clean up and separate. After he picked up his clothes, gathering them in a bundle to put in the laundry, he walked up to her and planted a toe-curling kiss on her lips. It was a sign of his affection, but also a way of staking his claim. He was showing her she was his. It put flutters in her belly, reminding her of how Chuck was when they'd met. He'd gone out of his way with similar displays of affection.
Now it was their son's turn, and Jean had no intention of arguing with him. She was his.
The realization sent a cold chill down her spine. The last time she'd made a similar decision, she'd ended up pregnant with Josh. She had to be careful to keep her rule in mind.
***
Josh had no trouble getting through the evening. He ignored his dad, focusing all of his energy on his mom. She deserved it, but also, well, she was sexy as hell and had sucked on his dick.
He still had periods where he had to shake his head and wonder at her transformation and the fact she wanted to stuff with him. It was surreal, but he was more than happy to go with the flow.
Like now, where his parents were doing their best to avoid each other, all he had to do was sidle up to his mom when she looked sad and a few strategic touches or comments later, he left her with a goofy grin on her face.
His dad was a putz, he decided.
Sometime after his parents went to bed, he did as well, and just as he was about to drift off to sleep he was woken by a sound. It was light but grew louder, and he soon identified it as tapping at his door.
"Yes?" he said, quietly.
His door opened, and his mom ducked into his room, closing and locking the door behind her. She was wearing a robe which came down to her ankles but Josh's heart thumped at seeing her in his room.
"Ssshh," she shushed, motioning for him to keep quiet.
He nodded and watched as she approached his bed and stood next to it, looking down at him.
"I couldn't sleep and thought a cuddle would relax me. Can I stay here with you for a bit?"
Seeing her pretty face, hair down around her shoulders, had him thinking of earlier in her bed, but felt like asking for another blowjob would be pushing his luck. Wordlessly, Josh scooched over on his mattress to make room for her to lay down next to him. He lifted his blanket in invitation.
She smiled and untied the belt of her robe, pulling it open. Josh felt his mouth drop open when she revealed she was naked under it. She let the robe fall to the floor, and stood for a second, as he admired her. He took full advantage, starting at her sexy legs, up to her c***dbearing hips which narrowed to her waist, and then up to her chest, with her impressive breasts. Her nipples jutted out from their upper slopes, berries the size of gumdrops.
Josh felt himself harden in his underwear as he took her in. She lay down next to him, and he drew his blanket over her, cuddling up next to her. His naked chest against hers, his arm over her stomach, his legs pressed up against hers. Unable to resist, he cupped her breast, and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking softly, tonguing the tip of it.
His mom inhaled sharply at the contact and then sighed, running her fingers through his hair. "You haven't done that in years. I don't have any milk for you."
Josh sucked again, harder, producing another sharp intake of breath. She'd never mentioned breastfeeding him before. Curiosity got the better of him, and he let her nipple go. "How long did I breastfeed for?" He dipped for another suckle while she answered.
"Just over a year. You loved it, could never get enough. It was hard to wean you, but at the time I was hoping to get pregnant again."
"So I was prematurely weaned?"
She smiled and said, "No, a year is normal. You just didn't agree."
Josh looked down at her chest and grinned. "I can see why. They're magnificent."
"You think so? Your dad never really paid much attention to them, he was focused on other stuff. Some guys at my work made some inappropriate comments during the period I was feeding you, so when you were weaned I started wearing my old style of bras. The comments stopped when there was nothing to comment on."
"Mom, you are gorgeous and sexy. I'm sorry you had to go through that, but I'm happy to be here with you now." He dipped for another go at her breast.
"You have me in your bed, naked, and you're just going to play with my boobs?" she teased.
Josh wanted nothing more than to make love to the goddess in his bed, but she had her rule, and he was nervous about his first time. He didn't even try. Instead, he started to touch and caress her all over, taking advantage of having full access.
He didn't have enough hands. He wanted to fondle her breasts more. He wanted to run his fingers along her legs. He wanted to trace around her belly. He wanted to kiss her for hours.
***
Jean lay next to her son, feeling his hands roam over her. She was wet, she knew, and it was only a matter of time before he knew it as well. Her inner sheath clenched involuntarily each time he got close to her pussy. Her labia were swollen with desire and need, her clit humming with anticipation of his touch.
Despite already having had his finger inside of her, he seemed hesitant to go there, so she grabbed his hand, stopping the tracing of her belly. She looked at him, and he looked back, as she led his hand to her vulva. She nodded at him to continue when she felt his finger dip between her lips. When he glanced across her clit, she opened her mouth in a silent cry. Guiding his finger back to her button, she showed him where it was, and how to rub it.
He did, a look of wonder on his face as he saw her react. React she did, as she had been looking forward to being with him all night.
Josh was amazed at how his mother's entire body tensed up as he rubbed his fingers across the little nub she'd shown him. She writhed on the bed next to him, her sensual hourglass figure creating art with her movement. He sat up next to her, throwing the blanket off, and put his other hand to work, hunting and finding her opening as he had in the shower. Pushing one finger into her slowly, while still rubbing her clit, he watched his mother come.
Jean whispered her excitement quietly to his room, her entire body tightening as the waves of release washed over her. One hand pulled at a nipple, gripping the bud and pulling it. Her other hand was touching her son's leg, trying to show she was thinking of him even when coming.
His job done, Josh lay down next to her again, cuddling up close as she calmed down. He kissed around her breast, occasionally pulling her nipple into his lips.
Jean had needed the release. She'd been pent up from the blowjob earlier, and then had to negotiate the evening only allowing an innocuous touch or word to show desire. Josh had been quite adept at it, and each time he did, she'd felt closer to him than ever. Now laying in his bed, bodies close, Jean knew there was only one way to be closer to him.
"Are you still wearing underwear?" she asked, even though she was sure he was.
He nodded against her breast.
"Take them off."
Movement below followed her words, and then she felt a hot bar of steel against her leg, only inches from her pussy. She felt a twang of need in her core. Her brain rationalized: her rule was a smart one. A necessary one, to prevent what couldn't be undone. Her heart begged: she wanted him inside of her.
Jean lifted her head and looked down her body to her son's cock pressed against her, fluid leaking from the slit. The smell of berries wafted to her, and she remembered the taste of him. The feel of his stuff on her body and in her mouth. What would it feel like in her vagina? In her womb?
With a mental flick of the switch, Jean accepted she was going to fuck her son, and she was going to let him come in her, and she might get pregnant. It was going to happen, and she wanted nothing more.
She spread her legs, feeling her labia open. She was ready.
***
Josh felt his mom lift her head, and then her legs stirred, moving. The one he was pressed against pushed into him, forcing him to move. He looked at her, a question in his eyes, and she nodded, tugging at him. Heart pounding, he moved between her legs, laying directly on top of her. She smiled at him and lifted her head for a kiss. He wanted more, but she pushed him up.
Josh was now hovering over her, propped up on his arms. He felt her touch and looked down to where she held him.
"Are you sure?" he asked quietly.
His mom nodded, pulling him closer. He clumsily tried to help, pushing his hips before she was ready. She smiled and pushed him back again. Josh could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks with embarrassment.
"It's okay. Shhh. I'll tell you when. Go slow, okay?"
Josh nodded, and felt her pull his dick lower, until he felt his head encounter a warm nest. He looked down at where they were joined, and back up to her face, eyebrows raised.
She nodded with a smile, and he pushed gently. It took very little pressure before his dick was gliding into her warm, slick tunnel. Josh looked down, watching as his cock slid into his mom, and missed seeing the expression on her face.
***
Jean felt tears prick in the corner of her eyes with joy as Josh pushed, his glans spreading her open. It had been so long since she'd had a cock inside of her. As her son's penis stretched her, her mouth opened wide with pleasure and shock. Was he really so big? She was forced to spread her legs open wider, to make herself fully accessible to him, and he took it. Took her.
Going slowly, as instructed, it took a few seconds before he was fully in her. Jean groaned loudly, no longer caring who heard, as she felt her son's cock seat itself in the entrance to her womb. She could feel the entire length of him in her, her inner sensitivity enhanced by the trail of precum he'd left as he inserted himself.
"Fuck me," she husked, her throat closing with arousal.
***
Josh didn't want to move. He was going to come if he moved, he knew it. "I can't," he responded to his mom's directive.
Understanding seemed to form on her face, and she smiled, pulling him forward, onto her chest. "Then fill me up," she said, wrapping her legs around his waist.
Josh didn't move, but his mom did, flexing her hips. The feel of her clutching sheath stroking him took him over the edge. He grunted in surprise as he came. His youthful reproductive system gathered a gobbet of his semen and fired it up his prick, delivering it to his mother's cervix. Another followed, and another, each one feeling like a gallon.
"That's it," she whispered, watching his face with delight.
***
Jean had never experienced taking someone's virginity but was not surprised or displeased Josh had come quickly. Feeling his weight between her legs, his dick planted inside of her as he convulsed was a pleasure in itself. On top of that, his special semen was pooling in her like warm lava. She could feel it, unlike with Chuck, as it spread throughout her insides, past her cervix, and up into her baby-making factory.
For the first time, she did the math on her cycle and found it might not be an ovulation window. Her fetish didn't care, it only cared about having the man she was with fire his load into her. On that point, she had succeeded wonderfully.
Josh relaxed on her, putting his head on her chest. She let her legs relax, falling to either side of her son. Knowing he might be feeling overwhelmed by the situation, she just ran her hands down his back to soothe him.
From her chest, his breath warming a nipple, he said, "Sorry."
"Shhh, it's okay," she cooed. "That's entirely expected, and I loved it. It is a compliment I turn you on. Plus, we can always try again."
He growled deep in his chest, the reverberations echoing in her own. She giggled.
Josh's penis was softening in her until he shifted and it fell out of her. Jean could feel a pool of their combined juices running out of her and down her ass crack. There was going to be a mess to clean up.
"Do you want to wait a bit and go again? Or do you want to sleep? I'm good with either, but I need to head back to my bed soon."
She watched the conflicted emotions run across his face as he tried to decide.
"Actually, that took way more out of me than I thought it would. Can we do it again tomorrow?"
"Absolutely. I'm going to need your wonderful cock in me again, so rest up."
Josh rolled off of her, and she stood up, looking back at his bed. There was a dark puddle where she lay. "Change those sheets tomorrow. I'll get you a towel for now."
"'Kay."
Jean did so, arranging the towel to soak up as much as possible, and then leaned over the bed to kiss him. She kept it chaste, not wanting to wake anything in either of them. She did need to get back to her own bed. Grabbing her robe, she went to the bathroom to pee.
Feeling gobs of her son's jism drip out of her vagina while she sat on the toilet brought home what they'd done. It was real, not a fairy tale thing. Right now there were sperm swimming inside of her. She felt a twinge of lust at the idea, wanting more of him in her.
Not for the first time, Jean wondered where this fascination with getting knocked up had come from. Why was her body filled with desire by the thought of a man putting his seed in her and breeding her? Why did she crave for her body to quicken with life and transform as it nurtured a baby through gestation? Why did she yearn for her belly to swell, her breasts growing and filling with milk?
If her fetish had its way, she'd be barefoot and pregnant every day of her life, and loving it. Cruel fate had prevented that, and now temptation had come knocking, and she'd failed to resist. In fact, she'd caved fairly easily, as Josh hadn't pressured her at all. All he did was be available, sexy, and find her desirable. And have magic cum, the catalyst for all of this, as she'd never have even contemplated fucking her son without it.
The mere thought of fucking Josh sent a thrill through her. Of having him in her, straining as he pumped her full of his semen. Of their c***d springing forth from her loins, like a fertility goddess of old. Jean knew full well just having sex wasn't a guarantee of pregnancy, but there was a chance, and it was enough. Had Josh realized the implications of their union? She assumed not. It was a conversation to look forward to tomorrow.
Jean finished up in the bathroom and silently went to bed. The brief time it took for her to fall asleep was taken up replaying the events in her son's bed.
***
Josh was smiling before he was even fully awake the next morning. He remembered the night before immediately, and let the memory of it play out in his head. His cock was rock hard. He wished he could have woken up next to his naked mother and tried for round two.
As it was, it was going to be a normal morning, with normal conversations, and normal interactions. No kissing, no fondling, no naked bodies writhing together.
Josh thought of school next, and it hit him he was no longer a virgin. He'd known it at the time, but now in the context of his friends, it took on a larger meaning. He'd had sex. Even if it was over quickly, he'd put his dick in a vagina and come. The grin came back. His mom had said they could do it again. Hopefully, he'd last longer next time.
Down in the kitchen, eating breakfast, Josh couldn't keep his eyes off his mom. She was wearing a pencil skirt and a blouse which showed off her figure. He imagined her naked body beneath her outfit and wondered if she was reacting to seeing him like he was to her. He had to hide his bulge under the table.
When it came time for his morning kiss, he went to the side opposite his dad and picked a spot close to his mom's mouth. He pressed for a millisecond longer than usual. She gave him a warning glance when he pulled away, but he just smiled and shrugged.
School proved to be a breeze. He didn't think much at all, preferring to send his mind ahead to the coming afternoon, when there was a window where he could be with her. Would she want to have sex with him then, or wait until tonight to come to his room again?
It wasn't until late in the school day that Josh remembered his mom's rule. He'd translated her explanation into a blanket 'no sex' rule, but the actual rule was she wouldn't have intercourse with someone unless she was fine having a baby with them. His heart thumped once, hard. Had she abandoned the rule, or was she still following it? She hadn't talked about protection, and neither had he.
What were the chances of getting pregnant from one time? A google search showed the answer depended on her cycle. How was he supposed to know her cycle?
When his mom picked him up from school, he was bursting with the urge to ask about the pregnancy risk but didn't know how to broach the subject. 'Hey Mom, are you knocked up?'
She must have picked up on his pensive mood pretty quick, because as they were pulling out of the school driveway she said, "What's up? Are you feeling bad about last night?"
"God, no. Well, not really," he blurted out. He was going to botch this up, he knew it.
"Not really?"
"What if you get pregnant?" he asked. Better to just get it out, right?
They drove in silence for a time, but it was a comfortable silence. He could see she was turning the question over in her head and didn't want to push.
Finally, she said, with a smile, "That's a great question. Probably one which should be asked before doing the deed, but you'll learn. It's a lot to take in when it's your first time, I can understand why you were distracted."
Josh nodded his agreement.
His mom continued, "It's an easier thing to manage when you go into each situation with my rule in mind. If you put your dick in a girl, are you okay with her getting pregnant? If the answer is no, just don't do it. There are other things you can do."
She'd answered his question sideways. "So you were still following the rule last night?"
Time seemed to slow, as she said, "Of course I was."
His mom was okay if she got pregnant with his c***d. The rest of the ride home was quiet.
When they got to their driveway, his mom put the car in park and turned it off, turning to him. "Having second thoughts?" she asked, her concern plain on her face.
He shrugged. "I guess I didn't think it through, in the heat of the moment."
"Which part is more upsetting?"
"All of it? Me being a dad. You having my k**."
"It's just a maybe. I'm not at my fertile time, so chances are low."
"I dunno, I put a lot...in you."
She nodded. "You did, and I'd love to feel you do it again, and again, and again."
"Well, what about protection? Birth control?"
"Um, first, your dad would be suspicious of birth control, as I've never taken it. Second, condoms aren't perfect. My friend, the one I told you about, used condoms and they failed. And third..."
Josh waited as his mom tried to get the third part out. Her cheeks were flushed, clearly it was something she wasn't eager to say.
Quietly, she said, "The real reason my rule is in place, is because I don't want to ever have sex with someone and not go the whole way. If a man puts his penis in me, part of the excitement, the allure, is that our union could result in me getting pregnant. The thought makes me so happy, and feel so sexy, I want it to happen. I will actively work to make it happen, even if it's a bad idea. My rule was meant to prevent unwanted pregnancy."
"Then why did you let me? You said because we were mother and son that it was a bad idea."
"I fought against it, but in the end, the idea of you getting me pregnant fills me with so much joy. I want to feel you in me, so much."
"So if you get pregnant..." he asked again.
"I want it," she finished.
Their gazes locked across the short distance between them. Simultaneously, they opened their doors and made their way to the house. Josh followed her up the path, watching her hips sway in her skirt, resisting the urge to grab her ass out where anyone could see. In the house was a different matter - as soon as the door closed, he swooped in and grabbed two handfuls of her ass.
She laughed and swatted at him, trying to take her heels off, but he wouldn't let go of her juicy rear. When she managed to bend over to undo the straps keeping her heels on, he pressed himself into her from behind, holding onto her hips.
"Wait, wait!" she squealed, as she ground into her ass.
When her heels were off, she stood back up, her face red, wisps of hair floating around her head. She put her hand on his chest, and said, "Are you following your rule?"
Translation: was he okay if she got pregnant after he fucked her? The knowledge she was happy with the possibility of pregnancy changed his outlook. He thought of her, pregnant, knowing it was his, and felt his lust surge. He nodded.
She smiled smugly, and leaned forward, putting her mouth by his ear. She whispered, "You better get your cock out. I want it in me, and this time I want to get fucked."
Josh's cock, already firm, grew to full length at her words. She was so close her scent was in his nostrils and her neck was within striking distance. He dove for the easy target, latching on to her skin with his mouth and giving her a sucking kiss.
"OHhh, Josh," she moaned, pulling away. "Not here."
She grabbed his hand and led him to his room. "Your bed is already a mess. Grab a fresh towel and meet me back here. You better be naked when you get here."
"Yes, Ma'am," he said.
***
Jean stripped quickly. Her skirt first, letting it flow down her legs and pool around her feet. Her panties and socks followed. The buttons on her blouse took the longest, her bra slowly being revealed. The final step was the deft unhooking of her bra, and letting it fall off her arms, her tits swaying and bobbing. She rubbed them, feeling her nipples harden.
She sat down on his bed and smiled to see him join her, towel in hand, cock proudly thrusting to the roof.
"Come here," she beckoned. "I want to taste you, first."
He tossed the towel on the bed next to her, as she reached for his hips, situating him between her legs. The cool air licked her wet labia as they spread open.
"Did you take the pill today?" she asked, as she took him in hand.
"Yep."
"Good," she grinned. "I want as much as you can make. And the flavour...mmm!...and the smell..." Jean inhaled, smelling the berry wafting up from the glimmer of precum perched on his head.
She popped her lips over his glans, lathing her tongue over his slit to get his flavour on her tongue. Sucking hard, she bobbed her head down on him, hearing him moan his appreciation.
"Mom," he warned.
"Already? Okay, let's get going. We're going to have to work on your stamina."
Jean started to lay back but changed her mind. She directed her son to lay down instead. "It's momma's turn to be in control," she said.
Once he was laid out, she lifted her leg over him, straddling his thighs. "Fuck, you're sexy. You know that?" she asked him, as she shuffled up his body.
"Thanks. I'm nothing compared to you."
"Mmhmm," she agreed absently. She was holding him in her hand as she pulled his shaft up into her furrow, pressing him against her clit. She rolled her hips a few times, transferring her lube to him, then leaned forward and removed her hand, grinding on his cock. This gave him the perfect access, and he lifted his head to pull her nipple into his mouth.
"Gah!" she gasped. It would feel even better if she had something to bear down on inside of her.
Unable to hold back, she lifted her hips and reached down to her son's cock, propping him in her entrance. With a groan, she slowly sat back down, feeling him stretch her open, filling her with his meat. When her butt met his hips, he was fully buried, his head kissing her cervix. Jean sat up and rolled her hips, feeling him swirl inside of her vagina.
"You feel good," she moaned. "Are you going to come?"
"I'm close, but not quite yet," he responded.
"Good," she purred. "Try to hold off, but if you can't, let me know. I want to feel it."
Jean commenced rocking her hips, going for maximum pressure on her singing nerves but not giving too much movement for him. She felt her inner pressure cooker build, each swirl of her hips, each poke of his cock on her cervix, producing a burst of lightning. She grabbed her breasts, squeezing them to add to the mix.
"You're going to make me come just watching you," Josh said.
"Does watching momma ride get you excited?" she asked.
He nodded, smiling.
Ready to watch and feel the main event, Jean leaned forward again. She lifted her hips, his cock sliding out until just his head was in her entrance, and then dropped back down. He filled her up, his hard shaft stroking against the sensitive ring of nerves surrounding the entrance to her incubation chamber. She bounced up and down on him, each rise followed by a drop, his cock filling her over and over again, watching his face. She could see the moment it happened, as he tensed up underneath her.
"Yesssss," she hissed, as she felt him expand inside of her. She lay on his chest, falling still, closing her eyes to concentrate on what was happening deep in her vagina. Her son's cock pulsed in her, each expansion delivering his essence, his seed, to her hungry womb. The warmth created by his special semen did its magic, showing her how deep he was reaching with each shot.
This might have been the one to get her pregnant. Or that one. Or this one.
When his jerks and spurts finished, Jean lifted her head for a kiss, which Josh returned eagerly. They stayed joined for a while until she felt him slip from the clutches of her honeypot.
"Thank you, lover," she murmured into his chest.
"My pleasure."
When they had recovered enough to rise from their lover's embrace, mother and son cleaned up the sheets and towels, putting them in the wash. They made the house and themselves presentable for when Chuck got home, though neither were looking forward to it.
The evening was harder for Jean than the previous one. Having consummated her desire with Josh twice, she just wanted to be with him, hold him, touch him, kiss him. From the glances he was sending her way, he felt the same. They made it through, with Chuck following his same routine and retiring to bed early.
Jean invited Josh to watch some TV with her when her husband was in their room. She patted the couch next to her, whispering, "Behave, he's not asleep."
They sat and tried to watch the show she'd put on but Jean didn't take it in. At one point she realized she was holding Josh's hand, playing with his fingers, stroking and fondling them. She didn't stop.
When it was time for bed, they separated to their rooms but Jean was soon in his bed, on her back, pussy full of his cock. He fucked her longer this time before filling her up again. She went to bed smiling and happy, feeling the warmth of his spunk in her womb.
Jean couldn't wait to see what the future held for them.
***
Josh lay in bed, his dick still wet from his mother's pussy. There had been something different about this latest time in his bed. The actions were the same, but his mental state had altered. Previously he had been focused on being with her, not thinking of other stuff. He'd made peace with the pregnancy factor to an extent, but it still scared him a bit.
Tonight was different. As he shoved himself deep inside of her, for a brief moment he saw not just his mother but the mother of his c***dren. He saw her with a big belly and big breasts, welcoming his semen just as she did now.
He thought he'd felt a glimmer of what his mom felt when she gave herself to her man.
She was his to breed. Her fertile womb was his to fill with his c***dren.
He couldn't wait for it to happen.