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It was the first day of the summer holidays and with the wonderful wondered of having her son home, Holly leapt out of bed. She stood in front of the mirror, fully naked. She loved working out and checked her progress, quite happy that she was still quite slim for her age and her body, toned.

She ran her hands through her long black hair, which extended to just below her shoulders. Moving in close to the mirror, she examined her face, thankful that it looked a lot more rested now than it did during the busy week she just endured. Her bright blue eyes looked lively once again.

She ran her hands across each of her large breasts, grateful that they were still perky. She played with them a little, quite pleased with how they looked today. She ran her hand down over her pussy, still clean shaven from her unsuccessful date the other night.

She tidied her room up a little, picking up her work clothes from yesterday. After starting her own law firm, her days had become increasingly busy, so much so the first thing she did upon arriving home yesterday evening was take off her blouse and skirt, before putting her head down for a little nap.

Hanging over the top of the chair at her dressing table was a silk nightgown. Red and short in length, she longed for its comfortable feel every morning. She put it on, brushed her hair and put on her comfy, fluffy slippers then joined her son in the kitchen.

“Hey, Jason. How does it feel to be back home? It must be nice to wake up in your own bed again?” Holly approached the kitchen island awaiting his response as he haphazardly searched for something to eat.

“Feels good, Mom. I’ve had such a stressful semester. I’ve been looking forward to this break for months. I feel as if I could sleep for a week.”

“Oh, I know how that feels. Stress is part and parcel of studying something like Computer Science. It’ll be worth it in the end when you make a billion-dollar app. Well, don’t get too comfortable, Sweetie. I’m going to need help mowing the lawn and clearing out the garage.”

“By ‘we’ you mean me, right? Is that why you wanted me to come home so badly?”

Holly looked at her son in playful disbelief. She gripped the countertop at each side and leaned over, unaware that she was treating her son to a clear view of her ample cleavage. She hunched her shoulders, causing her gown to open a little.

“Ha ha, Jason. I’m not saying it has to be done this minute. Just promise me you’ll get around to it, please?”

Holding her hands together as if she was praying, she bounced up and down, jiggling her big tits and giving him the puppy eyes. Anticipating his response, she moved over to him and twirled her hair, unaware her barely exposed chest was just under his nose.

“Fine!” Jason feigned frustration and rolled his eyes. He didn’t know where to look. Seeing is mom wear so little clothing was new to him. He resumed looking in the fridge.

“Aww. Thanks so much, Sweetie. Here, let Mommy give you a big kiss to say thank you.” She wrapped her arms around her son and gave him a long, lingering kiss on the cheek.

Jason backed up a little bit. Having his mom pressed up against him in such sheer clothing made him a little uncomfortable. But he had to lean into the hug, otherwise she would wonder if something is wrong.

Holly wanted to hold onto her son tightly and for as long as feasible. She missed him. She missed having business in the house. While hugging her son, she noticed how much her son’s body has changed since he started gonna the gym. She felt him pull away and wondered it was the right thing to do also.

“Now, let me make you some breakfast.”

While cooking up some eggs and bacon, they caught up on things that happened since the last time they saw each other in person. When finished, she brought the plates to the kitchen table.

“Here’s a freshly cooked breakfast for my favourite son.” She leaned over while putting the plate down, oblivious to the fact that her son had caught a glimpse of her dangling breasts. He dismissed this though – a common occurrence having lived with his mom and sister.

“I’m your only son, Mom.”

“Ha ha. I know, I know,” she playfully admitted. Before sitting down, she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him on the cheek. “It just means I have more love to give you.”

“Mom! C’mon.”

“What? You do know I love you, son. Don’t you?” She moved behind him, pulled herself closer to his body and kissed him on the cheek again. “Mmmah.”

“Mom, I’m not a kid anymore. C’mon.”

“Oh. I know that for sure.” She started to caress his chest, circling her hands around his upper body. “I mean, you’re in such good shape. I can tell you work out a lot. I guess you could say you’re no longer Mommy’s good boy, but a man.”

With the feeling of his mother’s hands move around his chest, he felt an unusual sensation – a conflicted feeling of arousal and guilt. His mom’s gentle hands, her fingernails, all contributed to her natural sensual touch. He didn’t respond, even more guilty now because he found himself to be turned on by his mom’s touch.

Holly pressed right into him again, this time her big tits pressed against his back. He shuffled in his chair to get more comfortable. She placed her lips right next to his hear and whispered to him.

“You still haven’t answered my question, Sweetie.” She kissed him again, after her whispering had startled him, awaking him from his trance. “I asked you if you know whether Mommy loves you or not?”

Holly moved around and kissed him on the other cheek. He probably wasn’t used to so much affection from his mother. But she was at all times a hugger and a kisser, even more so now that she had a lot of it to make up for while he was away at school.

“Aren’t you going to answer me, son?” She kissed him for each second that he didn’t respond. “Tell… me… you… know… I… love… you. Because you know I do. Mommy loves you, Sweetie.”

Jason shuffled about in the chair again. He was confused by how much he was turned on, yet somewhat relieved to discover he didn’t have a boner, yet.

“Oh, my dear son, Mommy loves you more than you will ever know.” She kept kissing him and by now she must have covered everywhere on his face, but his lips.

“Yes, Mom. Okay? I know you love me,” he replied, removing her arms from around him, rolling his eyes at the whole ordeal.

Holly stood up and noticed her large breasts had spilled out of her night gown. Quick to cover herself, she noticed her nipples were hard. She paused, ashamed and confused. Thoughts of her being intimate with her son crossed her mind. With guilt, she dismissed them.

“Sorry, Sweetie. I haven’t seen you in such a long time. I got carried away, I guess.”

Jason waved his hand as if it was nothing to worry about, already finishing up his breakfast. They caught up a little more, discussing his exams and Holly’s yoga classes, which he tried to escape from. Thoughts of his mother in a sports bra and yoga pants didn’t help. They finished eating and Jason didn’t delay in attempting to leave.

“Hey! Not so fast, young man.” She shot him a disapproving look.

“Damn,” he replied, admitting defeat.

“That’s right. You can stay here and help your mother clean up. It’s the least you can do after I cooked everything. It won’t take long, I promise.” She crossed her arms, amplifying her cleavage, and watched him until he started cleaning up.

Holly began loading the dishwasher and while doing so, failed to notice that while bending down, her short night gown rose up to expose her bare ass.

“Um, Mom? You know you’re not wearing -.” He was caught off guard as his mother turned to look at him.

“What’s that, Sweetie?” She looked at him, expecting him to repeat, but carried on when he didn’t. “Look over there; hand me those plates, will you?”

Jason, thinking it was the least uncomfortable option, just got on with it. As he approached his mom, he noticed that with each of her movements, she exposed more and more of her bare ass. Eventually, her pussy came into full view.

He was caught in a position where he found it hard not to look but also trying his best not to. A wave of guilt came over him again, followed by a slow rush of blood to his crotch. This time, he knew he couldn’t stop his bulge growing and any attempt to conceal it would be noticed.

When Holly stood back up and turned to face him, the gown had become so loose, it not only failed to cover her big tits, it also exposed her shaved pussy.

“Sweetie, are you okay? You look a little flustered. She pressed her hand against his cheek and caressed it with her thumb. “I hope you’re not coming down with something.”

“Um… Mom… I was just gonna say that you’re not wearing anything underneath and your top is, well…” He pointed to finish what he wanted to say.

“Oh my!” She turned away from him and fixed up her gown. “Why didn’t you say anything? You can’t look at me like that, Sweetie. I’m your mother!”

“I tried, but you were busy cleaning up,” he responded, hanging his head in shame all the while wishing he could leave.

“Look, the way I see it… You’ve seen me naked before. You’ve bumped into me when I was coming out of the shower when I forgot a towel, you’ve seen me sunbathing topless by the pool and on holidays. So, what’s the big deal, really?” She said this to convince herself more so than her son.

She reached in for a hug and caught her son by surprise. She only wanted to comfort him, but she could feel him pulling away slightly. Unfortunately for Jason, he didn’t tilt his pelvis back quick enough.

“Oh!” She backed away when she felt her son’s cock press into her. Time for Jason moved rather slowly as his mother looked down at his crotch and saw his bulging hard cock through his trousers. He was lost for words.

“I’m so sorry, Sweetie. Did I do that do you? Are you hard because of Mommy?”

“Mom, can I just…” He gestured to leave.

“Son, we really have to talk about it.” She moved her hand to point at her son’s bulging erection and accidentally touched it. “Oh! I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to touch it.”

Jason stood there, shocked. His mother looked at him apologetically.

“We’ll talk about it later, son. Okay?”

When he left, she took a moment to process what just happened. She imagined herself naked with her arms wrapped around her son. They were kissing, passionately. Once again, she was quick to dismiss them.

She wondered about how her son felt, about how embarrassing it must have been for him. She hoped he would calm down and behave as ordinary when he came back down. Perhaps she’d gotten too used to wearing so little clothing around the house.

She heard him close his bedroom door and she had thoughts of her son stripping down naked and jerking off to rid himself of his erection. She dismissed these thoughts again, although not as quickly.

With the guilt of her newfound attraction to her son withering away, she slid one hand beneath her gown and massaged her breast. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, this time choosing to revive and immerse herself in the taboo, incestuous fantasy.

Interrupted by her phone ringing, she snapped out of it, but what lingered was a confidence boost knowing that she could provoke such a reaction in her son with little effort. The call from her sister, who was recently divorced, was quite welcome as they had bonded quite well as sisters since it happened.

*

Later on, she changed into something only slightly more appropriate. Through a sheer white tank top, one could see her lacy white bra and her red, floral skirt showed off her slender legs.

“Hey, Jason. Can I come in?”

With no response, she pressed her ear against the door and listened for a moment. She could hear feint video game noises. Letting out a sigh of relief, she assumed he had his headphones on loud and entered her son’s bedroom.

She watched him for a moment. His intense look as he focussed on his game appealed to her. She approached his desk and tapped his shoulder.

“Woah, Mom! You scared me,” he said, taking his headphones off and spinning around in his chair.

“Oh! I’m sorry, Sweetie,” she replied, rubbing his shoulder in reassurance.

Jason resumed playing his game, most likely in anticipation of his mom wanting to talk about what happened earlier.

“Son, I just wanted to talk to you about -.”

She was interrupted by him sighing and then moving to lie down on his bed where he began scrolling on his phone. Holly moved to the end of the bed and sat on the side, facing him.

With one leg on the ground and the other on his bed, her skirt rose halfway up her thighs, exposing much of her slender legs. She adjusted her tank top slightly, aware that it was too tight and exposing her cleavage. Her heart was beating, still working through the guilt and the nerves of her newfound attraction.

“Really, Jason? I’m sorry I made you feel uncomfortable earlier. Also, don’t worry about how you reacted -.”

“Okay, Mom. I get it. Not a problem.”

“Is everything okay, Sweetie? You seem a little… tense.” She moved to sit closer to him on his bed. Her skirt dragged and rose up even higher, her matching white lacy thongs now visible to her son. She watched him glance down to get a peek and it sent a thrill through her body.

“Everything is fine, Mom, really. Sorry if I seem that way.”

“Oh, come on. There’s nothing you can’t tell your own mother. You used to tell me everything when you were younger. Try me!”

She placed her hand just above his knee, on his inner thigh and gently started rubbing his leg, comforting him as she awaited his response.

“Don’t worry, Mom. Everything’s good.”

“I’m only asking because I’m concerned. I do it out of love, my sweet son.” Holly was frustrated at her unrequited efforts. She let out a sigh and flopped her arms, one of which landed close to her son’s crotch.

“Mom?” Jason, still laying down, inched himself into a slightly more upright position. Seeing his mom in such sheer, tight clothing and having her legs on display caused blood to flow to his dick. Seeing his mom’s big tits and pussy in the kitchen earlier didn’t help matters.

Holly knew where her hand was and she kept it laying close to his dick despite noticing his bulge growing. She was staring at it, not noticing she was biting her lip in an attempt in conceal her cheeky grin.

“Oh! I’m sorry, Sweetie. I didn’t realise. Are you hard for Mommy, again?”

Jason nodded to say no and after rolling his eyes, he resumed looking at his phone. Holly wondered of a different approach.

“Why is it that boys never want to talk about things?” She pulled down on her top, pretending it was a subconscious action while she wondered, tempting her son with a great view of her cleavage. “I never have this problem with your sister… Wait… I know. It’s a girl, isn’t it?”

Jason said nothing, but nodded to say no, not taking his eyes of his phone. But between his mom putting on a show of sorts, and him getting aroused, his face started to turn slightly red.

“I knew it! Ha! I was right.” She jumped with excitement. Her large breasts jiggled as she settled down and she finally caught her son trying to look at them. She pretended not to notice and she moved up further to sit closer to him, this time the side of her ass pressed into him, right next to his waist.

She placed her hand on his chest – a caring touch, admiring him and the man he’s become. She could feel herself getting warmer and her panties a little wet. It was so long since she’d been with a man in such good shape.

“Well, Jason. Are you going to tell me *anything*?” She moved her hand in circles, applying a slight pressure so she could feel his toned abs. Every so often her elbow would brush against his bulge causing it to twitch.

“No. It’s embarrassing.” Jason adjusted himself, a feeble attempt to conceal the growing erection for his mother.

“I’m guessing it’s something related to… sex?” She asked him as she gave him a flirtatious smile.

Holly knew her son was rock hard. With her hand still on his chest, she traced her finger, slowly, down across his stomach and stopped just at the waistline of his trousers, still keeping her arm against his bulge.

“Well. Um. Yeah.”

“Tell Mommy what’s wrong. Remember, Mommy knows best.” She was delighted with her son opening up and getting great pleasure from putting her hands all over her son’s body. She slowly licked her luscious red lips and followed up with a playful wink to encourage him.

“Well,” began Jason, choosing to pretend that this erection for his mother was no longer an problem with her hands millimetres away, “during foreplay and oral, it’s all okay, but when it comes down to… you know … I, um, I can’t stay hard.”

“Oh, no!” Holly covered her mouth and looked at her son with concern, surprised at how open he was. She felt lucky that he felt comfortable enough to do so.

“How are you feeling right now? Because I can see that your, um…,” she looked at and pointed towards her son’s bulging hard cock. “Your dick his hard, Sweetie. And again, it’s not because of me, is it?” She followed up by squeezing his dick through his trousers.

“Mom… I mean., C’mon. I can’t help it. Look at what you’re doing?”

“Hey,” she said, playfully admitting guilt. “Don’t you act like you’re innocent in all of this, my dear son.” She moved one of her hands along her inner thigh, towards her panties, revealing a bit more to her son.

“Holy shit! Mom. Why are you doing all this?” He started to inhale deeply as if her advances were only now becoming unavoidable. Still not ready to put his lust for his mother into words or make any obvious actions, he looked away.

“Why? Well, I’ve been living alone all year now that you and your sister are away at college, I suppose I want the company. Plus, I can help you with your problem.” She touched her panties, surprised by how wet they were.

Jason’s mouth dropped open as he watched his mom rub her wet panties, doing his best to imagine what was behind them, but not make it obvious he was doing so.

“You should feel how wet these are, son,” she said. She closed her eyes in pleasure started to let out soft, gentle moans. “Ohh! Son, this is how you make me feel. What does it matter that we’re mother and son?” Her panties now became a bit obstructive. She wanted to take them off.

“Sorry, son. I shouldn’t have worn any panties; you’ve already seen everything anyway.” Realising he needed a moment to recoup, she stood up with her back to him and slowly bent down, sliding her knickers off to reveal her firm round ass and glistening wet pussy.

Jason adjusted himself again. Only afterwards he realised at this stage there was no point. He’d past the line of wondering whether he should continue or not and was finally admitting to himself that he was attracted to his mother, he enjoyed her touch and wanted to see how she can help him.

“Now. That feels *so* much better,” she stated. With each of her hands, she caressed her firm, round ass cheeks before giving one of them a playful slap and turning around to her son.

“Uh. I have to say, Mom, that you’re in really good shape.” He checked out her body that she has worked so hard to maintain. Seeing how curvy and toned her body was, he was finally seeing her in a different light.

Holly couldn’t keep the smile off her face after that. She picked up her panties and sat beside him again. She leaned in and kissed her son softly on the cheek.

“Here, son.” She placed her wet panties in his hands. “For when you need some alone time.” She kissed him again.

Jason went completely red. Lost for words, he didn’t know how to react.

“How about we take care of this problem you’ve been having?” She reached up and gripped his belt buckle.

“Um, Mom. This is getting a little weird, don’t you think?” The realism of the situation finally hit him, he was getting cold feet.

“Weird? Really?” She tucked her fingers behind the waistline of her son’s trousers, lightly grazing his skin underneath.

Jason looked down, slightly shocked.

“Listen, Jason. Weird is when a son notices his mother completely naked in the kitchen and does nothing about it. In fact, he stays to enjoy the view.” She continued.

“Weird is when your own mother is sitting next to you, wearing revealing clothes while you lie in bed with a fucking erection that she caused and again, doing nothing.”

He started to panic now. He hung his head in shame. As the words came out of her mouth, he could fool himself no longer about his feelings for his mother.

“Okay. Okay. I admit it. I’m hard… because of you. It’s the way you’re acting and the clothes you’ve been wearing. I couldn’t help it.”

“It’s okay, Sweetie. I’m not giving out to you, just making a point. Don’t worry. Plus, I don’t think you have a problem when it comes to intercourse.” She started unbuckling his belt and taking off his trousers. This time round, he didn’t withstand.

“What do you mean?” he asked, genuinely curious.

“Isn’t it obvious? You’ve been rock hard since breakfast and the only woman you’ve been around is me, Sweetie.” She unfastened his trousers and pulled them down before he had a chance to stop her.

“Oh, my! See, there’s *nothing* wrong with your cock.” Her eyes widened with amazement, surprised by how big it had grown. She dragged her fingernails around the surrounding areas of his cock, but never touching it.

Jason looked back at her, still curious.

“All you need to do is think about someone that not only gets you hard, but keeps you hard.” She then moved to caress her son’s balls, massaging them gently.

“I still don’t know what you’re getting at, mom.”

“Oh, don’t you play stupid with me!” She then squeezed his balls, gently at first.

Jason jerked back, not expecting his mom to do that.

Holly moved to lie on top of him but still kneeling on the bed, pressing her big tits against his chest, her mouth almost touching his. She spoke to him, quietly.

“You want to fuck me, son, don’t you? You can’t fuck those girls because all you want to do is have sex with me; all you think about is me, your own mother. Admit it.”

Jason was reluctant to respond. He knew his mom had a stern side to her, but he wasn’t expecting this.

“Don’t lie to me, I’ll know.”

Jason acquiesced and nodded in agreement. Holly let go of her son’s balls and as he recovered, she leaned in close to his ear and whispered to him.

“Good boy.” She sat back up, but kept up close. “So, from now on, whenever you have trouble fucking these school girls, just think about fucking me, your mother.

Jason paused for wondered. His mom smiled at him as he lay there, thoughts of her filling his head. His dick began to twitch.

“Oh my God, son. You’re already imagining it, aren’t you?”

“I guess,” he replied, less ashamed this time.

“Tell me… What am I doing to you?” She pulled on her top, revealing her deep cleavage line. “Maybe I should take this off. It’s getting hot in here, don’t you think?”

“Well -,” Jason started, distracted by his mother taking off her white top. He watched as she revealed her busty chest and ample cleavage supported by her lacy white bra. He still wasn’t used to seeing his mom in this new light. He was intimidated by how hot his own mother was.

“C’mon, son. Tell me.” Not realising half her nipples were already exposed, she slipped her hand beneath her bra to massage them, giving them a little pinch to ease her sexual frustration.

“You’re… you’re… Sorry, Mom I can’t concentrate.”

“Aww. Are you distracted by Mommy’s big tits?” She took her boobs out of her bra, exposing her natural big tits. She watched as her son’s eyes followed her boobs falling out, jiggling a little. “Now, son. Tell me what I’m doing to you in this fantasy of yours.”

“You’re on your knees -,” he began, interrupted by his mother pressing her finger, one that she was rubbing her panties with earlier, against his lips.

“Sshh, say no more,” she said. She winked playfully, then stood at the end of his bed and took off her bra completely, relishing in the freedom as her big tits jiggled freely.

She slowly, seductively, crawled onto the bed making her way towards her son. Her breasts swung side to side with each movement, almost hypnotising her son. She stopped, moving her mouth close to his dick, close enough that he could feel her hot breath.

“Relax, son,” she said, reassuring him as his breathing quickened. She lay down on her tummy, pressing her big natural breasts in between his legs and admired her son’s dick, licking her lips.

“Mom… you’re not actually going to… are you? Don’t you think that we’ll be crossing a line?”

“Oh, Sweetie,” she said, tracing her finger up and down her son’s shaft. “You’re still pretending? The line was crossed a long time ago, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, I know. I just meant -”

“I get it. This is new for me, too. I’m your mother, a mature woman, naked on your bed. My big tits are touching against your legs, you’ve seen my wet pussy and now, Mommy’s luscious lips are inches away from your hard cock.”

Yeah, but -”

Holly gently gripped her son’s cock. With her tongue, she licked from his balls all the way up to the tip. She circled the edges of the head, knowing it was extra sensitive then smiled proudly as he leaned back in response.

“Oh, fuck,” he said, gasping.

“Do you still want me to stop?”

Holly didn’t give her son time to respond. She started kissing all over his shaft, pressing her soft lips against his cock, letting each kiss linger for a moment.

“That feels so fucking good, Mom,” Jason exclaimed as he closed his eyes, finally allowing himself to enjoy the moment.

“Oh, my darling son. You’ve seen nothing yet.”

She licked his shaft, moving her tongue up and down. Every time she reached the tip, she swirled her tongue around, tickling the sensitive areas.

Jason’s breathing became a little sharper. Noticing this, Holly stopped, but continued to caress his dick with her gentle hands.

“Aww, Sweetie. Look, you’ve got a stream of precum running down your cock.”

“Sorry, Mom. I was getting close there for a second.”

“Don’t apologise.” She said, smiling and proud. “It’s good to know that Mommy’s still got it.”

Holly leaned back in and with her tongue, licked up the stream of precum that was now and the end of her son’s cock.

“Mmmm, son. You taste delicious.”

She went down on him again, this time, moving one of her hands down to massage her pussy.

“Oh, son. I’m so fucking wet for you. Mommy wants your cock inside her.” Naturally she slowed down sucking on her son’s cock, focussing on rubbing her pussy.

“Oh, fuck,” she moaned. She continued massaging her pussy as she came up with an idea. “Here, son. See what Mommy tastes like.

She moved up, lying on top of him now. Her big tits pushed against his chest. With the hand she was pleasuring herself with, she moved it to her son’s mouth.

“Do you like the taste of your mother?” She asked this as she circled her fingers around his mouth before she allowed him to suck the juices off her fingers, one by one.

“Yeah, Mom,” he replied, starting to get a little overwhelmed. “Is this really happening? Are we really doing this?”

Holly chuckled and caressed her sons face for a moment. “Take a deep breath,” she warned.

As he did, Holly moved up to position her wet pussy just over her son’s face, forcing him to lie down fully. She looked down at him but he was too focussed on his mother’s glistening wet pussy, inches away from his face.

“You know what Mommy wants you do, Sweetie?” After he nodded, she spread her pussy wide, then sat down into her son’s face. “That’s it, son. Eat Mommy’s pussy.”

Holly, surprised at how good her son was at eating her out, couldn’t help but elicit soft moans.

“Oh my God, Sweetie! That’s it! YES!” She treasured the feeling of her son’s tongue moving over her sensitive clit and pussy lips. It had been so long for her; she was already close to cumming.

“That’s it, Baby… Oh, you naughty boy.” She gripped the bedposts a little tighter. She could feel his tongue go in a little deeper at times. She started to feel really warm.

“Oh! Mommy’s going to cum all over your face, Sweetie.” She pushed herself down into him a little more. All she wanted was her son’s dick inside her pussy.

“Oh, yes! Oh, yes!” Feeling a wave of warmth and tingles flow through her body, she tensed up. Cum came flowing out of her pussy and spread all over her son’s face.

Holly was so impressed as her son didn’t stop eating out her pussy until she stopped cumming. She was in awe of how good he was.

“Now, that was amazing, Sweetie,” she said, moving away from him so they could recoup. “Where on earth did you learn how to do that?”

Well …,” Jason caught his breath, “as I have trouble when it comes to actually fucking any girls, I had to make up for it somehow.”

Holly raised her eyebrows, impressed. She couldn’t get over how good he was or how good she felt. The guilt of lusting after her son was no longer there. She started kissing him on the cheeks.

“Well then. Let’s see how you get on fucking Mommy.” She moved down to straddle him; her wet pussy was pressed against his throbbing shaft.

“I don’t think I’m ready, Mom.”

“I think you are, Sweetie. Mommy is going to fuck you, son. So just lie back.” She grinned as her son looked a little surprised at her being so forthcoming.

“Okay. Okay. Let’s do it.”

“Ah, ah,” she replied, waving her finger. “Not yet, Sweetie. Patience.”

She moved her hips, slowly grinding against her wet pussy against her son’s shaft.

Jason put his hands on her hips, not saying much, but taking it all in.

“Do you like the view, son?” She caught him fixating on her big tits. “Mommy just needs to get your dick nice and wet.” She quickened her pace, her big tits rocking back and forth.

Jason groaned with restraint, barely able to handle the slippery friction of his mom grinding on his dick. Holly recognised this and moved up, taking hold of her son’s dick so he can recover.

“Okay, son. Are you ready?… Are you ready for your mother to fuck you?”

He replied with an unconvincing nod.

“See, that’s your problem, son. If you say it with confidence, then it’ll be easier. C’mon.”

“Yeah. I’m ready to fuck you, Mom.”

“That’s my good boy. I bet it feels so much better already.” She started rubbing his dick against her pussy, getting the tip nice and wet as she started to push it in a little deeper.

“You’re right, mom. I actually do feel better.

“And look, you’re still hard for Mommy.” She looked at him seductively. “Now, see how this feels…”

Holly, with her son’s dick in her hand, slowly guided it inside her.

“Deep breaths, son. Okay?” She gasped herself as he felt the tip of his dick just inside her pussy. When he was fully inside her, she sat down into him.

Jason’s eyes widened as he finally realised, he had overcome his issue. His dick was inside his mother’s pussy and was still hard.

“Well… how does it feel, son?” Holly moved her hips back and forth. She loved how her son’s dick felt inside her. “Don’t you like how warm and wet I am?”

“Yeah, Mom. It feels so fucking good.”

“You like it when Mommy moves her hips like this, don’t you?” She started to move her hips a little faster, slightly rotating them now.

“Play with Mommy’s big natural tits, Sweetie. Squeeze them. Suck on them!” Holly took her son’s hands and placed them on her big tits so he could do just that.

Jason was focussed on his mom’s tits. While Holly rocked back and forth, he became fixated on her tits that he’d been dreaming about for years, watching them as they bounced with each movement his mom made.

“Don’t stop fucking me, Sweetie. Keep it up!” She began to fuck him a little harder, coaxing him back into rhythm. “That’s it, son. YES!

Holly pressed her hands into her son’s chest to steady herself. She closed her eyes and bit her lip.

“C’mon, Sweetie. Fuck Mommy… Yes! Oh, you’re such a naughty boy.”

Jason looked into his mother’s eyes, then made his way down to her big natural tits and finally down to her pussy, watching his mom bounce up and down on his dick.

“Oh, yes, son… Oh God! That feels so fucking good.” She couldn’t help but moan. She didn’t expect her son to feel this good.

“Uh, Mom…” he managed to say in between groans.

“Oh, Sweetie. Fuck Mommy… That’s it! Keep going. Good boy!” She watched as his breathing quickened and his body tensing up.

“Mom, I think… I’m gonna cum.”

“Just a little longer, son.” She slowed down. “That’s my good boy.”

Jason tried his best to continue. He thrust into his mother for the last couple of times.

Holly could tell he was restraining and slowing down, so she switched to encouraging him to cum so she could move a little faster.

“That’s it, Sweetie. Cum for Mommy!”

Jason gripped his mom’s hips a little tighter as his face went red with restraint.

“C’mon, son. Now’s the time to cum for me. Just cum for Mommy!”

Holly started to rotate her hips again. Jason leaned his head back as his dick was now extra sensitive and could no longer handle the friction.

She then held his hands and interlocked her fingers, making this special moment with her son more intimate.

“Sweetie, I need you to cum for me now. Cum for Mommy!”

Jason’s body tensed up for the last time as he thrust into his mother. His hard dick inside his mom’s pussy erupted with cum.

Holly held her son’s hands tightly smiling with joy as she felt her son’s dick pulsate inside her.

“Relax, Sweetie. Let it all out. Cum for Mommy!” She reassured him as she slowed to a near stop.

With one last groan, Jason finished cumming inside his mother. Afterwards, he collapsed and lay there on his bed, exhausted but elated. His Mom lay beside him in the bed.

“Son, that was amazing.” She followed it up with some kisses and placed her hand on his chest while he recovered. “See! You’d no problems at all. They were all in your head.”

“Mom! Wow! You are so fucking hot,” said Jason, perked up with his newfound confidence. “And you’re right, maybe it was all in my head. Thanks, Mom.”

They let their special moment last a little while longer before getting up to clean themselves off. Jason was the first to move.

“Hey, son. Where do you think you’re going?”

“I was just -.” Holly pulled her son pack onto the bed and pushed him to lie down.

“Before I let you go, I just want to make one thing clear.” Jason made a feeble attempt to leave, but his mom pinned him down.

Jason remained silent.

“Next time you’re fucking one of those college girls, or any girl for that matter, who are you going to think of?”

“Uh… you?”

“Good boy. You’re going to think about your mother kissing you, sucking your dick and fucking you. You’re going to think about Mommy’s big tits and having your hard dick in *my* warm, wet pussy. Got it?”

“Yes, Mom. Okay,” he replied, slightly concerned.

“Good boy. And who are you going to tell about this little encounter?”

Jason hesitated.

“Nobody, son. Nobody. Not your little friends, not your sister. Nobody.”

“Okay, Mom. I get it. Absolutely nobody.” He was relieved when his mom changed back into her happy, loving demeanour.

“That’s my good boy. She gave him one last kiss, then got up and left.

*

Later on, it was getting easier by the hour to pretend that things were any way ordinary. Jason joined his mother in watching TV. They were discussing what to order for takeout. The sound of the doorbell interrupted them.

“Are you expecting anyone, Jason?”

“No… You?”

“No. I’ll get the door and you order the food.”

Holly made her way down the hallway. She opened the door to a wonderful surprise. She couldn’t keep the smile off her face.

“*Bonjour*, Mom. Surprise.”

“Oh, my. Jess! It’s so good to see you.” Holly was tearing up a bit, as was her daughter. She launched herself towards her daughter, hugging her tightly and kissed her on each cheek.

“I missed you, mom.”

“I missed you, too, Jess. It’s so good to have you home.” Holly composed herself.

“Hey, Jason, Sweetie. Your sister is home from studying in France. Come say hello and help her with her bags.”

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