Helen never consciously intended to fuck her son, Jason. She didn't set out deliberately to seduce him. As she told herself later, it just happened. The drinks they had after dinner released their inhibitions and nature simply took its horny course.
It was a warm Sunday evening and they were sitting together in the living room. Jason was leafing through a magazine and Helen was idly watching him, marveling at how handsome he looked in the glow of the lamplight.
Breaking the silence, she said, "Oh, Jason. I bought a sexy new outfit today."
"You did?" He looked up from the magazine.
"Yes for a party next month. Would you like me to model it for you?"
"Yeah, sure."
"All right, I will. I'd like to get your reaction." She finished her drink and stood up. "Okay. Just give me five minutes and then come up to my room. Oh, and fix us another round of drinks."
Burning with anticipation, Helen hurried upstairs to her bedroom and began getting undressed. She had caught the glint in Jason's eye and knew that he shared her sense of excitement.
Helen enjoyed playing a sort of game with her son, a time of erotic teasing. She liked to spice up breakfast, for instance, by leaning across the table to give him a glimpse down the front of her nightgown. Or she would wiggle her shapely ass at hip when she wore tight jeans or shorts. It was something she did almost unconsciously, and of them behaved as if neither was aware of what was really going on.
A knock sounded at her door, which she had left ajar. She finished tying her belt and said, "Come on in."
The door swung open and Jason stepped into the room, a fresh mixed drink in each had. He stopped short when he saw his mother.
"Well now," he said with a leer.
Helen was dressed in a floor-length dressing gown of black chiffon. It was belted tightly at the waist to accentuate the proud thrust of her tits. The plunging neckline, with accents of black frills, revealed the valley of deep cleavage between her bulging white tits. The overall effect was stunning – and Helen knew it.
"Well? What do you think?" She spun around for him.
"Fantastic," Jason said. He held out her drink. "You look fantastic, Mom."
"Do you like the outfit?"
"Yeah, I really do."
Helen downed about half of her drink and set the glass on her vanity table. "Well, you better sit down, kiddo. You ain't seen nothin' yet."
Somewhat mystified, Jason sank down into a chair, his eyes never leaving his mother.
Helen slowly untied her belt and opened the front of the gown. She slipped it back off her shoulders, caught it as it fell behind her, and draped it across the foot of her bed. Then she placed her hands on her hips and shifted her weight to one side.
"There now," she said. "How's this?"
"Wow!" Jason gasped.
His mother was wearing a fancy, waisted black corset. Her arms and shoulders were bare, but her body was encased in shiny satin from the high white mounds of her tits down to the flaring curves of her hips. Black mesh stockings and high-heeled pumps completed the striking outfit.
Hands still on her hips, Helen pivoted from side to side, showing off her voluptuous figure, striking poses like a model. Then she turned her back on her son to give him the full rear view. She knew how sexy she looked from behind. The cheeks of her ass bulged provocatively from beneath the lacy corset.
"What do you think?" she asked, smiling at him over her shoulder. "Pretty racy, eh?"
"Incredible," Jason said, obviously unnerved. He suddenly looked down at the drink in his hand and blinked as if he had forgotten it was there. He took a big gulp.
"Not too racy, I hope." She turned around to face him.
"Not at all!" He took another big gulp of his drunk, finishing it, and set the empty glass on the poor beside him. "No, I'm a firm believer in the freedom of sexual expression."
"Yes, so I've heard," she said wryly.
Helen was aware that her son enjoyed quite a reputation as a high school stud. Jason had supposedly fucked half the girls in his graduating class.
"So you like the outfit, then?"
"I love the outfit, Mom!"
"Well, good. It can also be worn without the corset. Would you like to see?"
"God, yes!" Jason exclaimed. His speech was somewhat slurred now. "This is getting better and better! Take it off, Mom! Take it off!"
"All right, all right," Helen said, laughing. She put her hand behind her back. "You'll have to help me with this zipper. It's too hard for me to reach it."
Somewhat unsteadily, Jason stood up from the chair and came forward. Though normally tall and straight, he moved toward his mother in a sort of stoop, bent over like a cripple. Helen wondered what was wrong until she saw what the problem was – the poor boy was trying to conceal an enormous bulge in the crotch of his pants. Jason had a hard-on.
Helen quickly turned her back and faced her vanity mirror. The fact that she had given her own son an erection filled her with a sense of desperate longing.
She could see his reflection in the mirror as he came and stood close behind her. His face was flushed, and she wondered what was going through his mind. His hands were shaking as he fumbled with the corset hook and then pulled down the zipper.
Helen took a step forward, and the corset peeled away. She pulled it completely off and tossed it onto the bed on top of the dressing gown.
Her big, billowing tits were still constrained by a lacy black bra, but they hung down more naturally now. Her smooth, muscular abdomen and belly were bare. A frilly black garter belt held her stockings in place, and a tiny triangle of lacy black panties hugged her cunt. "There now," she said. She struck another sexy pose, bending forward from the waist. "What do you think?"
Jason could hardly contain himself.
"God, you've got a beautiful body!" he cried.
Helen chuckled lightly. "Not bad for an old broad, huh?"
"Oh, come off it, Mom," Jason said. "You know you're fucking gorgeous."
"Who, me? Compare to all those sweet young things you've been chasing all over high school?"
"Hell, yes!" he gasped, though his face flushed red. "They're just little girls. But you're a woman."
"You noticed that, huh?"
"Mom," he said, "you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen!"
Helen paused and took a breath. "Am I really, dear?"
"Oh, God," Jason said. "Mom – you're like a Goddess to me. You're the sexiest woman in the world!"
"Jason, my darling!"
Her heart seemed to swell within her chest. She felt an almost irresistible urge to take him in her arms, kiss him passionately, pull his face down between her tits and thrust her yearning cunt against his big hard cock.
Jason nervously cleared his throat.
"Well, I guess I better get going," he said. His voice was choked, his breathing labored. "It's getting kind of late."
He turned as if to leave, still hunched over with the discomfort of his hard-on.
"No, wait," his mother said.
And suddenly Helen was no longer deceiving herself. This was no harmless flirtation. She really wanted him. She wanted him naked in her arms, thrusting his big hard cock again and again into her lot, seething cunt. She wanted him. And Helen wasn't the sort of woman to deny herself anything she wanted.
"Honey, wait a second. Will you do me a favor?"
"Sure, Mom. What is it?"
"Unhook this bra for me, will you?" She turned her back again. "I have trouble with the clasp."
Jason blinked at her, took a faltering step forward, and extended his arms. His trembling hands were cool against her skin as he easily unfastened the clasp.
The bra popped loose, and Helen felt her heavy tits flop forward. She drew her shoulders together and nonchalantly shrugged off the bra. It dropped down onto her vanity table.
Jason's mouth fell open.
"Don't look so shocked," she said, eyeing his reflection in the mirror. "You've seen me nude before. Lots of times."
"Yeah," Jason said huskily, "but not like this."
"Oh, really?" The picture of innocence, she pretended to fix her hair.
"Yeah, really," Jason said. He licked his lips. "I just can't believe it, Mom. You've got such a gorgeous pair of tits!"
Helen turned around to look at him. Her huge tits stood but in magnificent. Three quarter profile, the nipples erect and pointing.
"Why, thank you, dear," She turned back to the mirror. "You've got good taste."
Jason evidently reached his breaking point. Suddenly his hot breath was on her neck, his arms were around her body and his hands were squeezing and fondling her naked tits. Helen groaned, almost swooning with arousal, and eased herself back against him. She pressed her bare ass against the rock-hard bulge in his crotch. While Jason rolled her nipples between his forefingers, Helen did a slow grind with her hips and pushed at the head of his cock with her asscheeks.
"Oh my God!" Jason whispered, hugging her tight. "Mom, I can't believe this is happening!"
"I know, baby, I know!" she moaned, covering his hands with her own and pressing them against her tits. "I can't believe it either! All I know is I want you to fuck me!"
"Yes!" he gasped. "I want it toot I want to fuck you, Mom!"
Helen took him by the hand and led him over to the bed. She lay down on her back, her big tits spilling out to either side, and drew up her legs seductively.
"Then do it," she said, gazing up at him. "Take off your clothes and fuck me!"
Jason opened his fly with frantic hands and in one quick movement yanked down his jeans and underwear. His massive prick sprang into view. Helen hadn't seen it fully erect since Jason had reached adulthood, and its jutting mass was even greater than she had anticipated. The shaft was nearly as long as her forearm, and the purple knob lat the end was so hard it was shining. She shivered at the thought of the gorgeous prick sliding into her cunt.
"What about Kristen?" Jason asked as he unbuttoned his shirt. "Are you sure she won't be home tonight?"
"Positive. Your sister won't be home from college till Wednesday. Please come and fuck me, baby!"
Naked now, Jason climbed onto the bed, his stiff prick swinging wildly. Suddenly losing control, he flung himself down on top of her and gathered her beautiful body into his arms. Sliding his mouth across her tit, he found her swollen left nipple and began sucking it passionately. Helen shuddered as a thrill of pleasure ran down to her pussy like an electric shock, centering on the tingling bud of her clit.
"Oh, my darling!" she murmured, writhing sensuous beneath him. "I love it! I just love it!"
Jason rolled her nipple between her lips, tickling it with his tongue, and then released it. He trailed is lips across her chest until he found her other nipple. He sucked it in the same way, slurping and smacking his lips, drawing the milky tit-flesh into his mouth along with the turgid nipple.
"Oooooooh, baby!" she groaned.
And then Jason was moving downward, his head bobbing as he licked his way down the center of her abdomen, dipping the tip of his tongue into the puckered dimple of her navel. He moved still lower, noisily kissing and licking her belly, until he came to the top edge of her black lace panties. Then he drew back and sat on his haunches.
Helen watched her son in fascination. His eyes were downcast, his features thick with lust, as he stared intently at the lace-covered mound of her pussy. Leaning forward, he slid his hands along her sides and rolled her panties down across her thighs. Helen raised her knees and lower legs, allowing Jason to remove the panties, pulling them off over her feet. She was still wearing the high-heeled pumps.
"Oooooooh, you've got a beautiful pussy!" Jason whispered his wide eyes on her curly haired mound.
"Kiss it, baby," Helen said, spreading her legs in wanton invitation. "Kiss my pussy!"
Shivers ran down her spine as Jason lowered his head between her thighs and began to wet her swollen, tingling cunt-lips. She could feel her pussy opening up for him as her juices flowed in response to his busy tongue, and she laid her head back on her pillow with a deep throaty sigh of satisfaction.
He didn't immediately go for her clit. He began by licking her pussy-lips and thrusting his tongue into her hot, wet hole. When Jason's tongue finally flicked upward and tickled her clit, she cried out in delight. Then he was back inside her cunt again, licking and lapping.
As her tension mounted, Helen gripped his head between her thighs and raised her ass from the bed, jabbing at him with her pubic bone and rubbing my face with her juicy cunt. Jason clutched at her sweaty ass cheeks and thrust his face into her cunt, sucking and slurping at it, semi-gyrating to drown himself in her pussy juice like thirsty man at a desert oasis.
"Oh, my darling!" she moaned. "That feels like absolute heaven. Are you tired baby? You can rest for while."
But Helen was mistaken. Her son wasn't tired. He was ready to fuck her. He had climbed up and was looming over her, fitting the tip of his rock-hard cock between her tender pussy lips, easing the thick and impossibly long shaft into her cunt, deeper and deeper, filling her up and stretching her out, forcing her guts to shift and make way – and Helen cried out again with the exquisite, almost unendurable pleasure.
Reaching down past the hairy, sweat-soaked juncture of their bodies, she cupped his dangling balls in her hand and pressed her fingertips against the root of his cock-shaft. The last inch of his enormous prick sank into her pussy, and she felt the deep-buried head of his cock slide up to her cervix. The sensation was so incredible that she let out yet another squeal.
Jason began to fuck her now, pumping steadily back and forth, withdrawing his cock as far as he dared and then stuffing it back in again. Helen wrapped her long perfect legs around his muscular body and held on for dear life, as Jason began to move faster and faster.
"Fuck me, you son of a bitch!" she gasped. "Fuck my hot cunt! Oh God, I can't stand it! Oh, fuck me, fuck me!"
"Okay, Mom, okay! Just relax!" He continued to fuck her with hard, fast strokes.
Suddenly Jason stopped fucking her and clutched at her ass, his fingers biting into the soft flesh, and for a moment he held rigidly motionless. She could hear him gritting his teeth. At first, with a pang of disappointment, she thought that he was starting to come. But he had merely paused to compose himself. As soon as the crisis was past he resumed fucking her, banging her pussy with the same firm, solid strokes. Helen relaxed and surrendered herself completely, confident that she was in good hands.
As she lay there, Helen thought about all the sex parties she had attended since becoming a swinging widow and all the men and boys who had taken their turns with her, trying in vain to satisfy her. She realized that her own son was giving her the best fuck that she had ever had in her life. At those sex parties she had tried everything, every possible combination, and now she wanted to do it all with her son. She wanted him to fuck her in the cunt and in the asshole and between her tits, and she wanted him to come in her mouth and on her face and on her belly so that she could rub in his jism like a creamy lotion. She wanted to merge herself with his cock and become an extension of it, burning with its every pulsation – that was exactly what happened as a climax enveloped her like a tidal wave.
And then Jason climaxed too. She heard the boy groan hoarsely above her and felt the sudden gush of his jism as he came deep inside her. He flung his body down against hers and held her in a crushing embrace while he thrust his cock as deep as it would go and emptied his gushing load into her pussy.
Helen gasped with joy. She could fed the tension begin to ebb from her son's muscular body, and then his enormous cock began to soften within the flooded sheath of her pussy. Helen clamped down with her cunt muscles in an effort to squeeze out the last drop of his jism. Jason shivered and shifted his position, and his cock slid out of his mother's pussy.
Jason rolled off and lay beside her, his cheek against her shoulder, his arm across her tits. For a time mother and son simply rested, breathing deeply, recovering from their orgasmic exertions.
Helen stared up at the ceiling, listening to the hum of the bedside clock. With the fading of her passion, reality came creeping back. She began to realize the enormity of what she had done.
A mild panic gripped her.
"Oh, God!" she murmured with a sigh.
"What's the matter, Mom?" He stirred groggily.
"Jason, I'm worded. This is serious – what we've done."
"It's all right, Mom. Relax." He snuggled up against her.
"It's just so – outrageous!"
"That's for sure." He hugged her. "But it's all right, Mom. Don't worry."
"I jut wish there was someone I could talk to."
"What?" He opened his eyes.
"I mean, like my mother!"
"Mom, for God's sake. You're not gonna tell Grandma about this, are you?"
"I'd just like to get her thoughts." She drew him closer and kissed him lightly on the forehead. "She understands about these things."
"Morn, we have to be cool about this." His hand moved down and began fondling her big tits. "Like, when did you say Kristen was coming home?"
"I told you, dear. Your sister will be home in a couple of days."
"Gee, that doesn't leave us much time, does it?"
"No, suppose it doesn't," she said. And she spread her legs as her son climbed on top of her and fucked his stiffening prick back into her cunt.