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JILLHopeless…Chris was growing quickly for his age. His life was full of the typical teenage adventures and problems, a body that was flooded with hormones causing most of them.The alarm had rung some time ago and his mom had yelled for him to get moving twice. He stretched and rolled out of bed, the virtually permanent erection of a teenager bouncing and leading the way as he headed for the bathroom to take his shower. He threw his clothes on for school still half-asleep. It had been a long week last week with exams and playing ball. The next couple weeks should be a breeze, he thought, school’s almost out for the summer. He planned to work on some local farms and part time at a garden center. He ran down the stairs and walked to the kitchen, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes. His mother stood at the sink rinsing off a few dishes. Cereal sounded fine this morning and Chris leaned forward around his mom trying to reach for the cereal box in the cabinet above her. With one hand opening the door and the other reaching for the box he stumbled, unable to maintain his already poor balance. Jill Morgan was a Realtor with a large commercial property oriented company. At 37 Jill was still very young looking and considered a successful woman at work. She had to go in early today and was already dressed in her usual business suit, skirt and white blouse. Her jacket was hung on a nearby chair. Jill’s week had not been a great one as there were seemingly always problems to be dealt with. Her mind was already working on some ideas that she had to correct a few of these.As Chris reached one legged and one armed for the cereal he fell against her. He grabbed for the counter top and his youthful erection pressed firmly against her rounded cheeks. Accident or not, each was acutely conscious of the sexual nature of the contact. Jill felt her face redden as she tried to move away. “Dammit Chris!” Jill yelled.Chris struggled to regain his balance and straighten up. Throwing his shoulders back to move away he pressed even harder against her.”Jeez, sorry, mom, I was just trying to reach in and grab the cereal.” He braced himself for her angry reply.”Watch where you’re putting that thing,” Jill snapped.She immediately blushed realizing what she had said and was further embarrassed by the sharpness of her retort. She saw the startled look on his face.”I’m sorry baby, I just have a lot of things on my mind. Next time just be sure you’re a little more under control when you reach for something Chris. Don’t be in such a hurry. You could have waited a minute or asked me.” She turned away but Chris saw her cheeks were flushed with anger or embarrassment, which he wasn’t sure.”Ok mom, next time I’ll watch it… and go slower” he retorted. He was a little surprised at her sharp response but even more so at his reply.”Now why in the hell had he opened his big mouth and said something so stupid,” he thought. “He was only going to make it worse.” His mom didn’t respond, she only looked up at him out of the corner of her eyes. He ate his breakfast quickly and hurried out the door to school.Jill finished rinsing the dishes. She could still feel the impression of him against her derrière. She paused and laughed at herself. It had been quite awhile since she had experienced something like that, remembering when her husband used to slip up behind her at the sink and hug her, with a similar accompanying impression.It seemed like all she had time to do was work. Commercial property was male dominated and she was struggling to find acceptance and succeed. Her ex-husband, Thomas, was a lawyer and spent too much time on his practice. Jill wondered if she had used that as an excuse to spend so much time with her work. They just seemed to pass in the night and that hadn’t been often enough to save their marriage. It wasn’t always like that. There were times she ached for those intimate moments that they had. Like those little moments at the sink.Sighing to herself she considered, oh well, she always had her big pillow. But it still didn’t take the place of, and her face flushed warm again as she remembered Chris falling against her. She was shocked and chided herself for the thought. Jill scolded herself for her sharp words to Chris and remembered his brusque reply. Oh well, he’ll get over it.Finishing the dishes and cleaning the table, she set off for work.Chris had never considered his mom in a sexual manner. Well, he thought it was pretty cool checking out her panties and bra in the clothes hamper once. Although he had never really thought sexually about her before, Pandora’s box had been opened and now his interest was piqued. At the end of the day, while walking home, he was unable to remember a single thing that had occurred; the whole day at school was a total blank. He walked in the house and he didn’t expect his mom for a couple hours. They rarely ate before six and then often ate carryout as her work left little time for cooking.He threw his books on the bed and thought about what he wanted to do. He slipped into his Mom’s room and looked around. Moving to her dresser he slid open the top right drawer. He slipped his fingers over the smooth nylon and cotton material of her panties. He held a pair up and tried to picture his mom wearing them. “Damn,” he mumbled as his imagination pictured her, his eyes closed, his mind slipped to the next logical and provocative picture. Chris carefully laid the panties back in the drawer and closed it.He started to turn away, then opened several others. In the top left one he found her vibrator in back behind her hose and socks. He stared agape at the smooth life like latex. Holding it in his hand, suddenly realizing where it had been, the image of his mom with it burned into his mind. He carefully laid it back in the drawer and picked up a little bottle of lubricant. It had been opened so he knew she had used it. He closed the drawer. Pausing, he reopened the drawer to remember exactly how everything lay.His heart pounding, he went back to his room, quickly undressed and went to the shower to relieve the tremendous erection he now had.Jill came home with some supper and they sat quietly eating. She asked about school and his plans for the summer. Chris watched her, his glances no longer the same ones of the days before. He had never noticed the smooth curve of her hips or the softness of her thighs as her skirt rode higher when she sat at the table. He had never noticed the bounce or shake of her ass before as she walked across the room or stood at the sink washing dishes. He gaped as she stretched and her breasts pressed tightly against her blouse.Later after their evening baths he could barely keep his eyes from the impressions her nipples were making through her robe and blatantly gazed as her robe fell open for a moment and he could see them clearly outlined through her old nightshirt.That night he did something he would have never dreamed of. With his eyes closed and his hand moving smoothly over his hard aching cock, he thought of his Mom. The thought of the feel of his cock against her that morning. As he came in almost painful spurts, her image raced through his mind…” The following morning, even though Chris tortured himself with thoughts of the previous night, he didn’t have the nerve to press against her again. Chris sat at the table and watched his mom. Jill washed the plates and cups, her skirt lightly swaying over her hips. Soon he was wishing he had tried the cereal box routine again this morning. He silently vowed that the next day he would live up to what he had said, yet knowing he would probably be too afraid to.Jill had noticed that Chris hadn’t eaten his usual bowl of cereal this morning and only had toast and jelly. The reason suddenly came to her. She sat down across from him and looking over her coffee asked with a tiny smirk, “No cereal this morning Chris?”He blushed, mumbling, “uh… no Mom not today,” but then seeing the look on her face he realized she was chivying him. He looked her deliberately in the eye and clenching his jaw added, “Tomorrow, maybe I’ll have some tomorrow.” It was Jill’s turn to blush as she looked away. “Good God, Jill” she said to herself, “what kind of a thought is that. You’re feeling neglected because your own son didn’t press his dick against the cheeks of your ass again?”She shook off such an image and shouted her good-byes as she quickly rushed out of the house, glad that the drive to work would keep her mind occupied.Chris sat for awhile at the table. He finally grabbed his books thinking he was going to be late and dashed out the door.It had been a frantic day at work for Jill and she was tired. Her head was pounding and she carelessly bathed and threw on her nightshirt and panties. It was still early as she walked into the living room where Chris was watching TV.”Chris, my head is killing me and I’m going on to bed. Don’t stay up too late, you have school tomorrow.”She leaned down to kiss him on the forehead telling him good night. She went to the bathroom and took a couple cold PM capsules and went on to bed.Chris was still holding his breath. His cock was throbbing. His Mom had just carelessly walked in with her old thin nightshirt and panties and no robe. As she bent down to kiss him goodnight he even got a quick glimpse of her pink nipples. He would never have looked or even given second thought before, but now he slipped up to the bathroom for his shower. Once more he repeated the act of the previous night, but this time there was no confusion as his hand pounded back and forth over his hard cock and he groaned a whisper as huge spurts of cum mixed with the deluge of water… “Mom, mom, oh God mom…”Wednesday morning dawned bright and sunny. Chris was out of bed at the first sound of his alarm. He took a quick shower, and started to dress. He struggled to keep his morning erection in his boxers. He slipped his sweat pants on and held his erection against his abdomen with the elastic of his sweats. He pulled a tee-shirt and sweat shirt over to hide it. With the sweat pants holding him up the tip of his cock was almost touching his navel.He took a deep breath gathering his nerve for what he was determined to do. He didn’t want to change his schedule too much or his mom would get suspicious, besides if he were too early she wouldn’t be at the sink. He arrived in the kitchen at the precise moment his mother rinsed the first cup. He watched her carefully as he walked toward the sink, waiting for her to turn around, but her thoughts were at work.This time Chris lined up directly behind Jill before leaning forward. His aim was flawless. His hard cock pressed between the smooth globes of his mother’s finely curved flesh. As he leaned forward allowing his weight to press himself harder against her, he raised to his toes reaching in the cabinet. The movement mocked an age-old rhythm against her cheeks.Jill gasped at the blatant contact. Her voice failed her and she could only stand unmoving as he retrieved his cereal and very slowly disengaged from his obviously sexual thrust. The hard impression between her cheeks burned into her even as he moved away.Before she could recover her composure, he had moved to the table and poured the cereal into his bowl. She swung around to face him. Her lips opened for the strong rebuke she was about to deliver then recalled what she had previously said and his flippant çankırı escort reply. Her own fault she thought, maybe I provoked it.Jill was able only to bitingly reply, “Were you able to reach everything today Chris?””Yeah, thanks, mom, I got everything.””Yes, well, I hope you got what you wanted.”Jill was stunned by her comment, even with her sarcasm. She had no idea why she had said anything that gave accepting acknowledgment to his actions. Why hadn’t she just slapped him?Chris couldn’t believe she wasn’t beating him or screaming for what he had done and had even implied that she was aware it wasn’t an accident.There was a cold silence, neither spoke and Chris quickly left for school.School was a worse drag than the day before had been. He wondered how his mother would treat him during the evening. He figured he was due to really be in some trouble for this morning. He smiled to himself, knowing he got even for her teasing and now whatever she did about it, it had been worth it.After Chris left for school, Jill had about thirty minutes until she too had to leave for work. She moved as though in a fog. She was having a difficult time accepting the fact that her own son had made a sexual advance to her. Even more trouble understanding why she hadn’t slapped him or grounded him. She had little doubt that the first time on Monday had been an accident, but there was no mistaking the episode today for anything but what it was. Chris had deliberately pressed his erection against her, even going so far as pushing upward after the initial contact to increase the sexual connotation of his movements.Her first reaction was shock, astonishment at what Chris was doing to her. For the next few seconds she had been too involved in the feeling of it against her to think of anything else. Finally she had to admit to herself that the hardness pressing against her cheeks was her sixteen-year-old son’s cock, and it was no accident. But her real concern was her immediate response.She had been angry the first time, shocked, but then taunted him to cover up her anger. Not expecting him to really come back, this morning left her completely unnerved. She sat with her coffee trying to calm herself. Her face flushed with embarrassment and shame. She had a warm ache in her hips, and her own son had sparked the response. She could still feel the impression, burning against her skin. Afterwards, her knees had been weak, and rather than finish the dishes, she had grabbed her coffee and sat down at the table. It was her fault. She should have ignored him, not tried to cover her own embarrassment and anger with a c***dish taunt. What should she have expected? But why, why would he do this to her?”I’m fine,” Jill thought. “I’ve had a hard couple of days this week and it’s just catching up to me.” And immediately the unbidden thought, “My God it was so hard.” She buried her face in her hands wondering why in the hell she thought of that. Jill planned on getting to bed early this weekend and getting lots of sleep. Sounded like a perfect weekend to put all this to rest.The phone rang; it was her best friend, Jane, begging Jill to meet her after work and help pick out a new dress for a party she was planning on attending. Jill accepted immediately. It would mean she would be out when Chris got home and he would be in his room for the night by the time she got back from Jane’s. She wasn’t sure she could face him; she really didn’t know how to handle this morning’s incident.Chris too was relieved to find his mother gone for the evening. He wasn’t sure how to respond if she challenged him on the incident during breakfast. But as luck would have it, he saw a movie was going to be on TV that he had been waiting to see. It started at 9:00 and went until 11:00. Without giving it another thought, he stayed up to watch it. As the movie was ending, his mother arrived home. Chris couldn’t face her and kept his eyes glued to the screen. “Chris, you going to bed?” Jill asked.”Yeah, about eleven thirty,” Chris responded. He still didn’t face her.Jill walked around the chair he was sitting in and stood between him and the TV.”I don’t understand this little game you’re playing in the mornings young man.” It wasn’t exactly the words she meant to say. Somehow they didn’t come out right. She had gone over it in her mind exactly how she was going to scold him. “I was just playin around mom, I’m sorry.”She studied him for a moment. Her voice dropped to hushed tones. “You’d better watch what you are doing. It’s not a game and I’m sorry if I let you think for a moment that it was.”For the first time he looked at her. “What?””You heard me. You had better think about what you are doing carefully.” Jill turned and went to her bedroom.Chris tossed and turned until the wee hours thinking over his mother’s comments. But there was little doubt in his mind he would do it again. It had become a game, no; it had become more than a game. A test of wills and he wanted to win, but wasn’t even sure what it was that he was going to win. He wasn’t even sure he understood her remarks. But she would have to stop him. It would be her will against his.Thursday, he again rose early and dressed. He was anxious to get to the kitchen. He was hoping her little talk would make her think he wouldn’t try anything this morning. Finally he went down the hall and entered the kitchen. His mother was just leaving the table. She stopped in the middle of the room. “Good morning, honey, you’re up early this morning,” she said, with a slightly forced smile.”I couldn’t sleep. I guess I was looking forward to getting started today.””Would you like me to get your cereal?” Jill asked.”No, that’s okay, mom. I can get it myself.”But Chris didn’t move toward the cereal shelf. He stood leaning against the doorway into the kitchen.”Well, alright Chris; get the box you want.”Chris hesitated then stood rooted to the floor. Jill continued to stand in the middle of the kitchen waiting for Chris to get his cereal. Starting to feel silly and foolish standing there and surprising herself, she quietly carried her dish and cup from the table to the counter. Leaning against the sink front, she began running water into the sink. Her words last night had ended this foolishness.Chris walked to the table and stood by his chair. He waited a couple minutes hoping she would think he wasn’t going to do anything. As she became distracted with the dishes and the news on the radio he moved toward the cabinets. As he walked by Chris found himself directly behind his mom, her form bent over the sink rinsing the cups. It took him another second to make up his mind, to gather his nerve. Then throwing caution to the wind he turned and stepped forward. The very thought of what he was about to do and the fact that his mother had gone to the sink when she could have continued to wait him out in the middle of the room, caused him to become even harder. Chris leaned against his mother’s fleshy rear-end. He heard her gasp, a quick intake of breath, her hands slapped against the sink as his rigid hardness pushed between her cheeks. This time he knew she was aware he was doing it on purpose rather than by accident and could stop it if she wished.As his hand reached the cereal box, he rode up and down his mother’s cheeks. Chris risked everything by moving in a sensual motion between them. But he had gone too far to be denied. Jill had stopped rinsing the dishes and stood with her head tilted down almost in a stance of submission. In fact for a moment, he thought he felt her pressing back against him. He continued his sexual advances against his mother for much longer than previous incidents until he felt her tremble.Finally sanity returning he grabbed the cereal box and pulled away from the softness of her curved cheeks. He heard her sigh and straighten up and after pausing, Jill began to again rinse the dishes as she had in the past. She didn’t turn to look at him or speak to him.He ate quickly in the ensuing silence. Finally he finished. He put a finishing touch to the morning by doing something he seldom had done since he became a teenager. He walked to the sink and kissed his mother on the cheek. “Bye, mom, see you tonight.”He heard her gasp at his kiss and she turned her head and looked him in the eye.”Good-bye, Chris, We’ll talk when you get home.”He couldn’t read the look in her eyes, but it certainly didn’t look encouraging. He knew he was in for it when she got home that evening. He hoped that was all it was going to be.Jill was stunned by the morning’s events. She was well aware she could have waited until Chris got his cereal before she moved to the sink. The seconds ticked by and she felt incredibly silly standing there like that in the middle of the kitchen. She didn’t think. Surely he wouldn’t try that again. But by not waiting she had opened herself up to the contact. She tried to excuse her actions that she didn’t have time to wait, that she had to get the dishes rinsed and get ready for work. But that didn’t explain the sudden nervousness, the weakness in her knees when she saw Chris waiting by the door for her to go to the sink. It didn’t explain why she was moist at this very moment or the warm ache in her hips. It also didn’t explain the well of tears filling her eyes.The question she was afraid to ask herself was, what she was going to do about her fifteen-year-old son humping her every morning at breakfast. An unbidden thought flashed through her mind chilling her… mothers didn’t do that with their sons. All day she was in a confused state, making errors she would never have made. Every time she sat down in her office chair she thought she felt him pressing against her. Tears filled the corners of her eyes, unsure if it was her son’s actions or her lack of response that frustrated her so. By the time she drove into the driveway at home she was able to think of nothing else. She wasn’t prepared for Chris arriving at the same time, as a friend dropped him off at the end of the drive. Chris walked up to his mother and took hold of her door just as she tried to step out of her car. His eyes fell to her thighs as her skirt slid up. Her pantyhose were sheer and her creamy thighs demanded his gaze. Jill was unable to recover from her actions by lifting her other leg quick enough to close herself, so for what seemed to them both like minutes, but were in reality seconds, she was open to his searching eyes. In the past he would have turned away, but now he couldn’t tear his gaze from her displayed charms.”If you like looking at my panties that much, when I take them off I’ll give them to you. Or were you expecting a view of something else?” Jill said with more than a touch of irritation in her voice.”I’m sorry mom, I’m sorry, really I am, but I couldn’t help it, it’s just… I don’t know… you’re not like a mom, or other moms, I think you’re beautiful. I just can’t stop looking at you.”Jill was stunned. Of all the things Chris could have said he had blurted out the one thing that could cool her anger. He hadn’t tried to lie out of it or come up with a smart remark, but had told her exactly how he felt. She had always taught him to tell the truth and take your punishment. Jill looked away as she whispered, “But, honey, are you forgetting I’m your mother? What’s been happening lately isn’t proper behavior between a mother and her son.””Mom, you told me to be careful about what I’m escort çankırı doing. That it’s not a game. Well I’m sure of what I’m doing.””Chris, I didn’t really mean that. What you’re thinking just can’t happen, honey, it just can’t.”Jill suddenly realized that all during their talk she had never closed her legs. God, it was no wonder he was acting like he was. She stood up, pushed the car door shut and fled toward the house. The situation had gotten out of hand and her feelings were getting in the way of her morals.Friday morning Jill had an early meeting. She dressed quickly and left before Chris was up. She was thankful she had postponed another incident or confrontation with her son. Tomorrow was Saturday; maybe she would get a chance to cool down his raging hormones before things got totally out of hand.Chris ate his breakfast in silence and the whole day at school he was edgy and hard to get along with. His best friend called him a jerk. Chris of course didn’t try to explain. What could he say; “I’m mad because I didn’t get to push my dick against my mother’s ass?”Neither spoke during dinner that night. When he was finished he went straight to his room. His mother had put on a robe that reached from her ankles to her chin. He wasn’t likely to get any views of her anyway. He went to bed looking forward to morning.As Chris walked into the kitchen the next morning Jill was sitting at the kitchen table drinking her coffee. She shook with tension when Chris came through the doorway.”You’re up early for a Saturday,” she said, really not expecting him up for a couple more hours.Her gaze flicked to his pajama bottoms looking for his erection. Her mouth went dry, but her knees shifted. “God,” she thought, “I’m like a teenager, thinking about sex when a male walks by.” But she wasn’t ready for sex, well at least she shouldn’t be, this was Chris.Trying to break the mood Chris lamely spoke, “Hey mom, schools out in a couple weeks. It’s great. We’ll be done and “That… that… that’s all folks.” I’ll be getting up extra early in the morning to go to work at the garden store and other days a little later to go bale hay and straw. I won’t be getting up at the same time as you go to work.”Chris had stopped just inside the door. He glanced once at the cereal cabinet but didn’t bother to move in that direction.Jill was acutely aware of his actions and kept telling herself she would not give him any opportunity to force himself against her. If he thought she was going to get his cereal for him, he had another thing coming. As he leaned against the door frame she asked what his plans were for the day and then gave some thought to her own plans.The phone jarred Jill out of her thoughts, and without thinking she rose and went to answer it. The phone was mounted on the cabinet end next to the window by the sink. She stopped in front of the cabinet and pulled the white receiver to her ear. It was Jane, anxious to tell her about the party she was going to. Jill leaned on the cabinet looking out the window as Jane cajoled her trying to get her to join in. Chris was surprised by the thin, filmy, gown his mother was wearing. He knew she hadn’t expected him up this early. It was pale orange and her French style briefs were plainly visible underneath, the gown fell just below her hips. He couldn’t see a bra strap. He was instantly hard, incredibly hard. He stood, admiring her beautiful back, her rounded hips and shapely legs.Finally he slipped quietly forward to a position behind her listening to her as she chatted away to Jane. The soft curve between her cheeks was a shadow under the gown and panties. He was still in his pajama bottoms. His cock had grown to achingly large proportions and he was fairly gasping for breath thinking about what he was going to do. His heart pounding in his ears… his throat catching, terrified, yet unable to stop.He slipped up and positioned himself directly behind his mom and only inches away. Forgetting all consequences, he reached down and pulled his cock free of his pajamas. Chris pushed himself downward and thrust forward. His maddeningly hard cock easily slipped between her legs pushing her filmy gown upward and he suddenly found himself pressed tightly between her thighs and resting against the thin material of her panties.”Ohhh, God Chris,” Jill shrieked, “Ohhh, no… NO.”Chris had leaned against Jill and his head was close enough to hear Jane on the phone.”What’s wrong, Jill? What’s going on?” Jane asked.”Ahh…ahh ohhh… Chris just spilled some hot stuff all over the place. I have to go. I’ll call you later Jane, Bye,” Jill cried out as she dropped the phone.Chris pushed his hands around her waist until they met under her breasts. He could feel the weight of them resting on his wrists. His cock got harder. He leaned forward a little more, trapping her against the counter… burying himself even deeper between her thighs.Jill squirmed, trying to get free of her son’s grasp, but only succeeded in creating a sensual motion between them. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, feel it throbbing, pressing upwards….”Chris, no, no, honey, don’t do this. You shouldn’t have your, your…. against me like that. I’m your mother. Stop it… GODDAMMIT STOP IT CHRIS!”Chris lowered himself slightly and then pushed inward and upward against her, lifting her higher against the counter, her toes just grazing the floor now.”But mom, you said I had better be careful and watch what I’m doing. And so I am. Remember?””Uhhhh,” Jill grunted as Chris drove harder between her thighs, rubbing across the slippery material of her panties.She felt her herself clench tightly… shivers of warmth… her knees weakening… “Chris honey, please… you shouldn’t want your own mother like this. Come on, please Chris, let me go, let me down.” She continued to struggle, but at even at fifteen he was a lot bigger and stronger than she.The struggling only increased the friction between their bodies. As he again thrust between her thighs she tried pulling up, leaning over the counter to scramble away but only succeeded in allowing her thighs to open further as she tried to move.She had forgotten the position of his hands. As she leaned forward his hands slid higher and suddenly he had both hands on her breasts. They were equally surprised. Her nipples pressed into his palms and the thin material offering no protection for her, she may as well have been naked. Chris quickly took advantage of the accidental gift. He began kneading her breasts, his thumbs tormenting her nipples. Jill squirmed harder than before. “Chris, quit. Let go of my… oh God stop it Chris, quit feeling me like that.”Jill was gasping, her heart pounding… she could feel his hardness burning between her thighs. As she struggled trying to push up and away from the counter the movements of his cock and her struggles had pushed her panties to the side over the soft swells. She could feel his bare hardness against her; feel him sliding back and forth across her bare moist swells as he held her… pressing upwards. Her nipples stiffened from the touch of his fingertips. His hardness slipped between the tender swells now slippery with the onset of her body’s betrayal.Jill shrieked with desperation as she realized he was actually going to slip inside her any second. She shrieked again as she realized she was becoming wet for him. She started to spin one way then reversed her direction. The ploy worked and she was able to spin around. But Jill realized her mistake when she found herself face to face with her son and his rigid hardness pressed again against her pussy. Chris too was caught unaware. It took him a moment to realize his good fortune. He dipped slightly and thrust hard against her. Quickly pushing and looking down Jill gasped as she actually seen for the first time her son’s cock.As she looked up she stared… her face inches from his… they both paused… Jill had stopped struggling as the shock of the closeness registered. The feel of the large warm hardness nestled against her pussy. Before she could fully understand the forbidden action, instincts betrayed her… responding as a woman. Her eyes closed and she felt her hips lift and her pelvis press downward against the hardness. For longer than either of them would have believed, they paused, each feeling their sexuality pressed tightly against the other.While her body was saying yes, yes, Jill’s mind was screaming no, no. Finally she forced Chris back. The shock of pausing face to face had caused him to relax his hold around her. Jill slipped away and moved to the middle of the room. “Chris, Chris, my God, what are you doing, what are we doing?” she wailed. “You have to stop this right now. You act like you’re trying to screw me. God dammit you can’t do this baby.”Chris had never heard his mother swear or cry before in anger.”But I do want to uhh… do it… with you… I love you, you’re the only one I have ever been able to talk to or be myself around. I’m sorry.”He hung his head dejectedly. She stepped forward to hug him in his misery but quickly stepped back as she felt his still hard cock press against her thigh.”Listen Chris, I love you too. I’m your mother, we’re supposed to love each other but not like a girlfriend-boyfriend or a husband-wife love. As far as me responding, women’s bodies sometimes react to sexual contacts that they don’t really want. I’ll admit it, I felt flattered, felt good when you were against me. After all you are very manly, strong and sexually well endowed, any girl would have wanted to respond the same. But the reality is I didn’t want you to continue. It was… started out… a game, just playing. I’m so sorry it got out of control or you thought the wrong thing. As for you wanting to…screw me, well, honey, at your age boys want to screw anything with a pussy.”Jill laughed to try to take the sting out of the rebuke and to lessen the tension between them. “That’s not true, mom, most of the girls in school don’t even interest me. And they don’t act interested in me either.””Chris, that’s not true. They are just being coy; they don’t want you to know. My baby is big and strong and handsome.”Jill felt a flush slip over her cheeks as the unbidden thought of “really big” capered in her thoughts and she severely chastened herself for the use of “well endowed”. “Chris, this thing has to stop. You can’t go around trying to have sex with your mother. Now why don’t you go to your room and cool off a little then come down and I’ll fix you a nice breakfast.”Chris went to his room and stretched out on the bed, replaying in his mind the scene in the kitchen. True, when he thought about it she claimed she didn’t want to do it, but he was sure that was her head talking not her body. He had to get her thinking with her body. He knew she had felt him, wanted it… remembered her remark about well endowed. He smiled as he began to think of what he could do. He would not give up.As Chris left the kitchen, Jill sank into a chair at the table. Her nipples were hard; pushing her thin gown into little tents over her rounded breasts. Her thighs were clenching, the swells of her pussy swollen with desire. It had been so close she shuddered… if he had gotten inside her… “Oh My God”, Jill thought, “I would never have been able to stop him. Had he forced me just a little longer, he would have been inside me, taken me. He would çankırı escort bayan have ****d me, Chris would have fucked me.”Her will was still stronger than his. What should she do? She knew she couldn’t just stop everything like nothing had ever happened. Did she dare allow a little sexual play to occur between herself and her son? She wouldn’t let him do anything to her of course, but would a little playing really hurt anyone? Could she control him if she set the rules ahead of time? She loved him dearly and would love to give him pleasure. She knew she was rationalizing, making it seem less a violation, yet wanting desperately to keep him under control even if it meant playing his game with him. She would play her own little game. She would set the rules and pick the time to keep him from getting so aggressive.Chris left the house early in the evening to go to a show with some friends but in his usual fashion told his mother he would be home by midnight. Jill sighed in relief that he would be out of the house and she could relax and be in bed before he returned.At ten Jill took a steaming bath. She poured in a cap of bath oil beads, some bubbles and slipped under the hot water. She sighed, pushing away all the crazy things that had been happening. Her hands caressed her thighs, toying with the soft sensitive skin as her fingers slipped higher. Humming softly as searching fingers slipped between the warm swells, moving higher to gently circle her clit. A glow of inner warmth spread through her as her fingertips teased and toyed. Her lips parted slightly as her fingers slipped lower, sliding inside her then back up to gently circle her clit. Her legs closed tightening her thighs against her hand as Jill slipped her fingers back inside her. Her hips slowly twisted as she dreamed a sensual encounter.Jill’s eyes opened. She shook her head pulling herself from the tub wondering what was getting into her. She toweled off, pulled on panties, a t-shirt and took a couple PM headache capsules. She went to her bedroom knowing tonight she would sleep. Jill lay there, her mind drifting back to the warm pleasure in the bath. Her fingers once again drifted to touch her sensitive lips, across her hips, her hand pushing inside her panties searching. Her fingertips slipped deeply inside her still moist pussy, aching to sate the growing fire inside. Her eyes filling with lust, need, she glanced at her dresser thinking to get her vibe, then rolling to her side she slipped out of her panties and pulled her pillow between her knees.Jill’s arms hugged it to her breast as her hips twisted and rocked against her pillow. Her clit rubbed against the soft warm material as she fantasized of being taken, seized and ravished, willingly submitting herself to the pleasure forced upon her. She squeezed harder, a whimper escaping as her hips searched for that moment of release. Jill pressed her clit harder against the material, so close… closer… there… there… as she came warmth flowed over her hips. Knees clasped tightly to her pillow, sighing, slipping off to sleep… yet, the subtle ache of something… missing, she hugged her pillow.Chris slipped in and took a shower. He pulled his pajama bottoms on and padded quietly into his room. Surprisingly he didn’t hear any noise in the house. He thought his mom would still be up. He had thought a lot at the movie and realized he had been a jerk and felt really bad about it, it was just that when she was there and he was achingly hard, he couldn’t help himself. He didn’t want her to be mad at him and thought maybe that was the reason for the silence.Chris slipped off his bed, thinking she might be in her room reading. He walked down the hall and pushed her door open. He stood there agape. The soft dim light from the hall caressed her skin, casting her bed in a faint glow. She lay there on her side, her back to him, her t-shirt on, knees pulled up. His eyes fixated on the gentle curve of her bare hip tapering down seemingly forever. The shadowed crevice between her cheeks disappeared in darkness between her thighs. He didn’t know how long he had stood there holding his breath. His heart was pounding in his chest.Chris stepped into the room slightly closing the door behind him, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the dimness. He silently stepped over to his mom’s sleeping figure hugging her pillow. He watched quietly, never realizing just how beautiful she looked to him. His hand reached out trembling. His eyes watched her for the slightest movement, his ears listening for the slightest change in her breathing. Fingertips touching the curve of her hip he paused, then gently caressed.The softness of her skin, Chris caressed her cheeks his blood pounding in his ears. Fingertips inexorably searched, closer as he closed his eyes trying to calm his nerves. He slipped his hand over the curve of her rounded cheeks, his fingertips touching soft curls. Chris couldn’t believe he was actually touching her. Pausing, moving ever so slowly he pressed them deeper moving them forward over the soft swells. Her thighs were warm against the sides of his hand. Pausing again to watch for her stirring he slipped his fingers between the warm folds. Ever so slowly moving them back and forth, holding his breath he watched her.Chris slowly softly continued to caress the warm swells of her pussy and so slowly, he felt a moistness dampen his fingertips, the folds of her pussy clinging to his fingers… and now, the moistness easing his way, becoming slippery. He slowly, carefully slipped them deeper inside her. Chris froze. He watched his mom hug her pillow tighter, then press her face deeper into the warm soft material. Then ever so slowly he resumed his quest.Gripping his nerves he pressed his fingers deeper and felt them slide inside her. Her warmth, wetness, the feeling was incredible. Pausing Chris slowly pulled back. He was trembling wondering what he would do if she awoke, yet, he slipped his fingers back inside her deeper as the soft curls pressed against his palm. So very slowly, smoothly, slowly repeating the rhythm his fingers could feel her becoming wetter; he felt her squeeze on them. Her hips pressed slightly backwards. Chris felt dizzy with excitement.He knew what he wanted to do, had to do. He stepped back catching his breath, slowing his wildly pounding heart. Returning to her side, hesitating to see if she still slept, he reached down and caressed her skin. Sliding his hand down over the rounded curve, he spread his fingers holding the soft warm skin of her thighs apart. Pushing deeper he watched as the pouting lips opened wider, clinging to his fingers, enclosing them. As he pressed deeper opening her much further, testing her he stopped as he heard him Mom lightly gasp. Watching her, Chris almost groaned in relief as he realized she was still asleep. She was dreaming. Her hips pressed back and feeling her move he pushed deeper.Chris watched as his mom hugged her pillow tighter, clinging to it. Her hips slowly moving to a distant pleasure, a distant love as she dreamed. He heard her breathing quicken, holding quietly still as she turned to her back, her legs splayed. He knew she would awaken soon if not already. She was hugging her pillow tightly to her breasts, soft moans breathing over her lips. Chris pushed the elastic over his erect cock and let his pajama bottoms slip to the floor.Reaching up he gently took his Mom’s hand and pulled it to the side of the bed, pressing his dick into her palm. He paused, waited for what seemed an eternity as her fingers closed around his hardness. Her hand slowly moved as his hand slowly caressed the swells of her pussy to the lift of her hips. He watched in pleasurable agony as Jill moved her hand over his cock, slipping to the tip, then downward pulling the skin tight… suddenly stopping… so still. His heart stopping as his mom pulled the pillow away.Jill moaned, “Oh GOD, Chris, NOOOOO…. oh God nooooooo what are you doing,” she wailed.She tried to sit up and turn over but Chris held her down, his fingers searching and circling her clit, teasing, torturing. Jill tried to sit up just to collapse back on the sheets. Her breath came in ragged gasps, sobbing, then moaning.Chris could feel her hips lifting and her thighs tightening. he knew she wanted it. Knew that she wouldn’t stop if he held her, that she couldn’t stop. He glanced back to see her arms hugging her pillow tightly. Chris bent down and ran the tip of his tongue over her clit, smiling as he heard her gasp of pleasure. Chris felt her hand on his thigh moving. Looking down as her fingers closed over his cock, the tip glistening from wetness. Then, her hand, moving… faster. He bent back down to pull her clit between his lips as her hips thrust against the fingers now pushing quickly inside her.He knew he couldn’t hold off much longer. He tried to move, wanting inside her, to get over her but Jill held on to him tightly. Chris looked back at her. Jill was watching him. Her lips were parted with passion and desire.Her hoarse whisper, “No baby, this way… only this way…” as her hand slid faster pulling on him tighter.Chris turned and leaning down pulled her clit between his lips again. His tongue traced little circles around the stiffening warmth as Jill’s hips lifted, her moans louder. He could feel her stomach muscles tighten, heard her whisper becoming a moan.”Oh God… oh God… there… oh there… it’s cumming… now… oh now… Ohhhhhhhhhh Goooddddddd nowwwwwwwwww… Cccummmmmmiinnnnnggggg…”He felt her shudder as her thighs clenched tightly. Her knees pulled up pushing him away. Jill laid there, her breasts heaving, out of breath. She turned back over looking at Chris still standing there.”Come here baby, you still need to cum don’t you?”Jill began a slow movement of her hand up and down. Pausing at the top to tickle and caress the sensitive ridge around the head. Chris groaned; his eyes locked on to the exotic sight. Then she squeezed him tightly and slid down the shaft. Back and forth cupping him with her free hand and her hand now slippery she began rapid strokes up and down. She stared, disbelieving, thinking to herself, “My God… I didn’t realize… how big, my Chris.”Chris thrust his hips forward as the speed of Jill’s hands increased. She stared at the purple head disappearing and emerging from the top of her hand. She heard Chris’s moan, felt it grow in her hand and knew. Jill quickly leaned forward touching the tip with her warm lips as his warm cum spurt against them, slipping down her cheek to her arm and against her breast. Then, it was over.Jill sat there at the edge of the bed. They had crossed the line, she blamed herself, and she should have seen it coming, stopped it. “But my God I needed that so bad”, she thought. She looked up at Chris, smiled, and patted him on the thigh, “Go to bed honey, this was once in a lifetime, not again… OK? No more.”As he left and she walked to the bathroom tasting him on her lips, wondering, how she would stop him. She had held him off, kept him from getting inside her. Yet, would she be able to the next time he tried? Did she want to…Later she smiled to herself as she heard her son being sick in the bathroom. He had just found out that the real thing was a lot more shattering than the fantasy. It was one thing to dream of having a sexual liaison with your mother; it was a lot different when it really happened. She wondered how he would feel if she let him have her. Jill closed her eyes. Tomorrow, another day. She knew he would try again when he recovered, and she would fight it, wondering who she was fighting, and if she would win.END

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