The heat of the July day was fading into a cool evening. A soft breeze carried the scent of lilac bushes through the open window next to me as I sat on the large leather couch in my front room greedily reading my newest trashy romance. Ever since my divorce 5 years ago, the pressures of being a mother and bread-winner have reduced my sex life to this tacky erotica and, of course, my son Eric.
Eric is 22 years old and just graduated with a degree in Communications. He’s staying with me this summer before he enters the “real” world. I know most people would think it was monstrous or abusive, but ever since his father and I split, our relationship has been more than an average mother and son. At first, I wanted to make sure that he would know how to treat a woman properly, something the other men in my life have consistently failed to do, but it grew to be so much more.
I’m only forty-three myself, and I take very good care of myself. I love the feeling of turning heads of men half my age, and teasing Eric’s friends has always been a favorite pastime of mine. No harm in letting a little nip slip just to make a teenager squirm a bit, I always feel.
Eric has blossomed into a beautiful young man. His body is lean and strong, with young supple muscles writhing and moving under his perfect tanned skin. Mommy knows how to take care of him, and even if it embarrasses him a little, he loves what I can do to and for him. Tonight, however, he’s bringing his new girlfriend to dinner. It’s very sweet that my approval matters so much to him. He says she’s a bit older, but, “not as old as you or anything.” I suppose, as a parent, I must seem ancient to him.
I didn’t really feel like changing out of my comfy clothes which consist of yoga pants so worn that my own embarrassingly untanned skin shows through in the butt, thighs and knees, and one of Eric’s old swim-team shirts from high school. Besides, I like how this shirt hugs and supports by breasts even at times like this, when I have no bra on, and the yoga pants flatter the curves I work so hard to maintain, even if they make it obvious that I’m not wearing any panties. The feel of the soft tight fabric on my vulva and especially tickling the hood of my clit feels very nice, especially when I’m zoning out with a good book like this.
BING-BONG! The doorbell rings. They’re a bit earlier than I expected, but I already warned Eric that Mom might be “making” dinner by ordering pizza and opening a couple bottles of wine.
I put down my book, take a deep slow breath to compose myself, and calm the warmness between my thighs. Then I head to the door, bare feet padding on the hardwood floor.
The door swings open to reveal Eric, his short dark brown hair framing his handsome face. He’s wearing simple dress shoes, khakis and a polo shirt, looking very sharp. His broad shoulders and strong chest sit perfectly under the cloth.
“Hi Mom!” he smiles broadly with this greeting.
Next to him, I see a woman I would guess to be my age who also must take very good care of herself, even if her style is a bit tawdry. Her bleached blond hair shows a few inches of roots. She’s wearing an over-tight red cocktail dress that seems to be barely holding her ample hips and bosom in. Her painted toenails peek out of her open-toed high-heels complete the look. She is very sexy, in a flashy trying-to-hard kind of way. I see just a tiny piece of a tattoo on her left breast, and I smile inwardly at the thought of what her naked body must look like, still firm, but showing signs of age, like mine.
“Hello Mrs. Jones. I’m Elise. It’s such a pleasure to meet you.” Her smile is warm and sincere, so I promise myself not to prejudge her.
“Hello. Please call me Susan. Won’t you come in?”
“Thank you. I hope I’m not overdressed; I just wanted to make a good impression,” Elise says.
“Oh, that’s fine. We don’t stand on formality here,” I say as I lead them into the sitting room and we sit on the couch, Eric in the middle with Elise and I on each side.
We chat for a few minutes about unimportant things like her work as a paralegal in a law office and what a wonderful young man my Eric is. Elise’s intense eyes go between Eric and me. When she looks at me, I notice myself breathing a little faster. Also, I’m watching her breasts and stomach rise and fall under her tight dress hungrily. I may have a crush on my son’s girlfriend.
“I hope this isn’t overstepping for me to say, but Eric has told me a bit about how you taught him to be such a good lover,” I hear Elise say.
Oh my god! How did we get onto this subject. I’m mortified for a brief second and shoot a glance at Eric whose face tells me he’s a bit uncomfortable with the topic as well, but Elise continues:
“I wish more people would help our young men that way. I’ve dated a few younger men, and most of their mothers are nothing close to progressive like that.”
“Thank you. I hope you take good care of him too.” As I say this, I caress Eric’s upper thigh, brushing what must be the bulge of his penis.
“Oh, most certainly, Susan.” While keeping eye-contact with me, she mimes my gesture, on his other thigh, caressing him. And as she does so, she leans forward, brushing her breast against Eric’s arm and giving me a perfect vantage down the front of her dress, showing me her voluptuous tightly constrained chest.
As she performs this maneuver, at the moment she says my name, I feel a tingle start in my stomach and shoots like electricity down to, in and over my genitals. Elise is really turning me on. I notice that I’m beginning to sweat.
“Could you show me? It would ease this mother’s mind.” My voice cracks as I say “mother’s”. I’m trying to sound relaxed and calm but excitement is mounting in me. I shoot a glance to Eric who is wide-eyed but smiling nervously.
A mischievous smile spreads across Elise’s face as she returns her hand to Eric’s thigh and begins to massage the bulge in his crotch. He exhales and lets slip a quiet little moan that I’ve heard many times before.
“Of course, Susan. It would be my plea-sure,” she says, overemphasizing the last word. As I watch her unbuckle Eric’s belt and pants, I reach down, placing my hand over my vulva and start to massage myself with my palm in slow rhythmic motions. Now she has pulled off his shoes and sock and is removing his pants and boxer shorts.
My son is now nude from the waist down with Elise on all fours in front of him. Her ass looks marvelous in the tight red dress from my vantage point to the side. Elise is holding Eric’s penis between her thumb and forefinger as she runs her tongue from the base to the tip, on the underside. He shudders and caresses her other hand, on the couch next to him, supporting her weight. I can see his penis get longer and larger with each breath as she continues to tongue his cock. They both moan with the rhythm of her work.
“So far, I like what I see very much.” I’m surprised to hear myself talk like this, but there is just a vibe going in here that I want flow with. So, I stand up and step over next to Elise who is now holding Eric in her mouth, sliding her bright red lipstick-covered lips up and down, taking half of his manhood with each pump. I unzip the back of her dress and no sooner had I done so than her breasts, fell out the top of her dress, setting them free to swing in time with the fellatio. They are surprisingly perky and sexy as hell to watch.
“Oh, thank you,” she gasps out, taking a tiny break from her duties.
“Oh, my plea-sure,” I saw, mimicking her enunciation from earlier. I can feel my juices soaking through my yoga pants, moistening my thighs as step back to admire her big round ass. I take the bottom of her dress, at mid-thigh, and pull it up to expose her posterior. This action also reveals her lacy white cotton panties, which I can see are wet from her excitement. I pull the panties down over her butt like I pulled the dress up. I moan to see the crotch of the panties stick to her, adhered by her slick, sticky juices.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” Eric speaks for the first time as the head of his penis passes Elise’s soft palette. She’s now deepthroating, pulling his entire manhood into her mouth and throat for a few seconds, and backing off for a bit to get her breath.
“You’re doing a good job, Elise. Let me take care of you.” I’m completely into this experience now. I kneel behind Elise, one hand caressing her pussy and clit, the other now underneath my pants, doing the same to myself.
Elise starts to grind her hips against my hand in rhythm with her mouth, and I match pace with my hand on myself. We are all moaning and breathing heavily at this point. Eric is holding Elise by the hair of the back of her head, pulling her down onto his cock, moaning a bit louder with each thrust. I can tell this means he’s getting close, and I am craving his dick as much as I’m craving Elise’s pussy right now and I don’t want to have to wait even the few minutes a young guy like him will need to be ready again.
“Stop. Stop,” I pull Elise back with my hands on her hips to stop the action. “We’re all overdressed now,” I say as I stand and pull Elise’s dress over her head. As if on cue, Eric pulls off his shirt. Now, I’m the only one wearing anything. I pop off my old t-shirt and slide my yoga pants off, kicking them to the side. “Good work, girl,” I say as I playfully slap Elise’s ass. It jiggles satisfyingly. “But time for Mama to have her turn.”
As much as I want to suck that dick, my pussy is aching for it, so I straddle Eric, and sit on his penis reverse-cowgirl style. His spit-slick member pops effortlessly into my pussy and I have to close my eyes and let out and open-mouthed moan as I’m filled by him. The half-dry pussy juice on my thighs is sticky against Elise’s spit on his thighs and balls as I start to bounce up and down.
Eric is saying, “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck” as I bounce up and down on him. I feel his body tensing underneath me. I start to feel the spark that will grow into my orgasm light in my abdomen. “You’re not done, Elise. Stand up here.” I gesture to the couch and with no further explanation, Elise climbs up on the couch, standing with her pussy right in my face. She has to use her hand against the low ceiling of the front room to steady herself.
With Elise in position, I hold myself up, in a half squat, with Eric fucking me from below in a steady cadence. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” In this stance, my head is steady enough that I can lick Elise’s pussy lips slowly, tasting and smelling her deeply.
“Oh, fuck, Susan, yes yes yes,” Elise wimpers. Her eyes are closed and her head has lolled back pushing her pelvis forward into my open mouth. I move my tongue up from the lips to tease her clit. I feel her shiver as I do so. All my time in the gym is paying off as I keep my hips suspended over Eric and wrap my arms around Elise’s legs, each hand gripping and massaging one of her buttocks.
We are all getting close. The spark in my belly has been stoked into a fire that I know will explode soon. Eric is near to bursting. I want us all to cum together, so I put a finger into Elise’s ass, hoping it will speed her along. She emits a guttural cry as her whole body tenses against my middle finger going into her butthole.
“Jesus fuck, holy fuck. I’m gonna cum. Fuuuuuuuuuuck,” Elise moans, a bead of sweat falls off her nose when she looks down at me. I suck her clit like a tiny dick as quickly as I can while I let myself be overwhelmed by the fire Eric’s hard dick is stoking.
I close my eyes hard and bear down as the first waves of my orgasm crash against me. Elise is shaking and shivering, telling me she is already in full swing. I grind my bottom on Eric hard saying, “Yes baby. Give it to Mommy. That’s what I need. Who’s my big man.”
“OOOh, Gawwd!” he belows as I feel his penis tense inside me and the spunk splashes around in my insides. I scream, and pull myself off him and collapse on the couch. Just behind me is Elise who is barely in control of herself as she collapses down onto the couch on Eric’s other side.
For what seems like minutes, we just lie in a pile of sweat, pleasure and heavy breathing.
Finally, I speak, “So, who wants pizza?”
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