Jimmy paid his mom almost no attention as they drove up to the mountains - why would he when Instagram was filled with slutty classmates? His friends always teased that his mom would be the hottest in their class, which caused him nothing but anguish, even now during ski week of the latter half of his senior year. When his mom wore a miniskirt or let her breasts flow out of a tight dress, Jimmy could only squirm and try to look elsewhere. His friends weren't wrong, but if they weren't right, maybe they could shut up. Maybe then he wouldn't have to face the fact that his mom was the most attractive woman in his life.
Fortunately, his mom was dressed for the cold of the mountains. Hiking boots, loose jeans, and a loose sweatshirt. No need to squirm, Jimmy could just scroll through his female acquaintances and think about getting off in his cabin room that night. His dad and twin sister had stayed in town for her soccer game, while he and his mom were going to the cabin so that they wouldn't lose their reservation. He would have to share a room with his sister once they arrived. But tonight, he just had to survive the evening and he would have the room to himself, no echoes of his friends' teasing in his mind. Tonight would be his last release for a week.
As they pulled into the cabin, Susan dismayed over getting her son to perk up. By now she knew better than to try to force Jimmy off his phone, but she couldn't let him waste 24 hours of mother-son time. He made himself useful when she parked, bringing in the bags and starting a fire, but he seemed to have no interest in talking to her. Susan managed to convince her son to watch TV with her, a silent activity but at least not Jimmy's phone.
The crackle of the fire and the moan of the furnace warmed up the cabin by the time the news was coming on. Susan excused herself to change into more comfortable clothes. She stripped to her lace bra and panties, thought for a second, then released her unclasped her bra, letting her breasts spill out in their first moment of freedom that day. She pulled on a tank top and some pajama shorts. She knew Jimmy would get squeamish when he noticed her revealing clothes, but she was not going to spend her vacation imprisoned by her son's inexperience with a woman's body. At 18, he should learn to control himself around a pretty woman.
Padding barefoot to the living room, she saw Jimmy had switched to reruns of Modern Family. Susan knew Jimmy didn't watch the show for plot or humor, he never laughed when it was on at home. She just wondered who he liked. Haley, who was thin and forward like the sluts at school? Gloria, a caricature of what young boys are supposed to like? Or Alex, who resembled a younger version of his mother with darker hair? She sat on the opposite end of the couch and crossed her legs, her right foot pointing at Jimmy. He shifted in his seat, moving one leg every so slightly higher than the other. The expected discomfort. Was he hiding something?
Jimmy felt some movement in his pants. He focused on Alex Dunphy. She had just come on the screen. He kept his eyes away from his mom's huge breasts and her soft white legs, fully exposed from the top of her thighs down to her bare feet. He just didn't want to have a hardon right next to his mom. He tried to slow the blood flowing to his penis. He tried not to look across the couch. Maybe he shouldn't have flipped the channel. He could look at better pictures of Ariel Winter later on Instagram. Of course, no high school boy could say no to Alex Dunphy.
The evening dragged for both mother and son. Susan wished his son would be more attentive, at least try to find some way to bond and connect. Jimmy longed for night to come so that he could release the yearnings of a teenage boy. He also longed for his mom to put more clothes on. Being trapped with her was bad enough, but the family vacation would be torture if he couldn't look at the one family member there with him. If he did, he might enjoy the sight too much. His friends would be right. Part of him knew they were right. He spent the evening pushing thoughts of his mother away.
Near ten o'clock, Jimmy's mom took the TV back over for the news. They had wasted the whole evening on sitcom reruns, futilely trying to start a conversation every other commercial break. Jimmy ceded the remote and announced he was going to bed. Susan wished him good night, but when she noticed his refusal to look at her, she made him come over for a hug. As his mom pressed her breasts into his chest, he felt another tingle in his loins. His cock was swelling, but surely that was just the anticipation of jerking off.
Susan watched the news briefly, but the action headlines couldn't hold her attention. She knew her body tortured Jimmy, and perhaps made him pull away more. She felt bad and she felt abandoned, but she also felt a little excited. Attention from men was so easy for her - she was sure her husband would use all eighteen condoms she had brought. But her son's confusion about his attraction to her was almost a challenge, a challenge she had never faced. Every man was attracted to her, but not Jimmy. But at the same time, she felt she needed to respect his turmoil to try to rebuild their relationship.
She retired to her bedroom, thinking she should sleep off the distraction of her son. As she slipped into bed, she heard creaking through her wall. The creaking of a mattress, the mattress in her son's room. She knew that sound, not quite as loud as sex, but there was a clear rhythm. Susan rubbed her hand over her shorts, down to her crotch, but as her body relaxed to her own touch, her motherly thoughts got in the way. She could enjoy her son's attention, no one would know, no one would be hurt. Touching herself to the sounds of his masturbation seemed a step too far.
No sooner than she had stopped herself, the creaking stopped. He must have had his orgasm, Susan thought. She tried to relax herself for sleep. But then the creaking started again. The thoughts of her son masturbating flooded back. She fought of the voice wondering how large he had become. She lost the fight. Her hand slipped beneath her shorts. Susan slowly massaged her clit, but suddenly the creaking stopped again. She snapped her hand back and again realized what she was doing. But then the creaking started again, and again. Losing her sense of propriety, Susan softly massaged her pussy with one finger. This time when the creaking stopped, Susan continued, imagining her son's explosion. But when she heard Jimmy start again, she got up. Something must be wrong. A mother could help.
Jimmy knew he wanted to get off, but he couldn't find the right girl. He tried searching for pictures of Ariel Winter, but somehow he felt there was someone better. He put down his phone and thought of the best-looking girls he could. Ariel Winter, Sofia Vergara, Stephanie from school, Susan... no. Susan was his mom. He stopped. Every time he would restart, his mom would slip into his thoughts and he would stop himself, even as he felt his cock engorge more. He again tried to visualize what he could do with Ariel Winter's tits, so intently that he did not notice someone slip into the bed beside him.
"I think you need help," Susan said softly to her son.
"Mom?!" Jimmy exclaimed with a start.
"Shh," Susan intoned, placing a hand on Jimmy's bare chest to guide him back down. He relented out of utter shock. "Don't worry baby," Susan continued. "This never happened. I can hear you having trouble, and Mommy's here to help. Just this once."
Susan felt Jimmy relax and moved her hand down his body to find his firm cock. He was so large that the surprise couldn't have softened him. "Mom, this is kind of weird."
Susan began to stroke slowly and softly. "Don't think about that. Just close your eyes and imagine." She felt her son's penis grow in her hand. If her shorts weren't already ruined, they were now that she realized just how large he was.
Jimmy followed his mom's instructions for a moment, but all he could visualize was his mom's crossed legs, the soft fold where they touched, the arched foot pointing at him. "I don't know," he groaned.
"It's okay baby," Susan cooed. "You can think about your mommy. Your mommy loves you and won't think any different." Her son sighed and she stroked a little faster. "That's right. You can think about me. You can think about my legs wrapped around you."
Jimmy's legs began to buck and Susan continued to increase her speed. "Yes honey," she groaned. "You can think about your mommy riding you. Do you like Mommy riding you?"
"Yes," Jimmy gasped.
"That's right baby. Mommy's here for you. I'm thinking about it too. We're on my bed at home, I'm riding my strong boy. Do you feel it?"
"Yes," he moaned.
"Are you thrusting with me?"
"Yes Mommy!" Jimmy cried.
"Please cum for Mommy," Susan groaned.
She pulled back her son's sheet so she could see his eruption. And with thoughts of pounding his mother flooding his mind, Jimmy shot ropes of semen across his own body. "Yes, yes, my son," Susan cried as she continued pulling on his pulsating cock. "That's right baby, Mommy knows how to take care of you."
As Susan watched her son finish in the dark, she slowed down and stopped. She wanted to lick the semen of his strong, young body, but she had crossed enough lines by giving him a hand job. He seemed to be drifting to sleep, so she slipped out of his room and returned to hers. She ripped off her clothes and flopped onto the bed, her right hand immediately finding her clit and rubbing fast as she held her left breast with her other hand. She came quickly to the image she had just created for her son, her strongest spasm coming as she imagined him rolling her over and mounting her raw. As her orgasm subsided, she drifted to sleep. She knew they could never repeat anything like that. She would be fine tomorrow, with her husband back to satisfy her.Susan woke up in a daze. She found herself naked on her stomach with her legs spread across the bed. She had moved during the night, but never turned the heater off or got under the covers. She pulled on the same tank top and shorts from the previous night and went to the kitchen, hoping the crisp sun of a winter morning would wake her up.
Instead, clouds. So she forced her exhausted self to put on water for coffee and for oatmeal, shut off the heater, then moved to the couch to think about how - or if - she would talk to Jimmy. She could not let him get the wrong idea. She had made a mistake, but she was still married and she was still his mother.
But, somehow, sitting down and thinking about Jimmy woke her up. Rather than the stress of a sex talk, she felt the comfort of the cabin, the satisfaction of a vacation morning. She tried to brainstorm a conversation, but the thought of the previous night was impossible to analyze. Her nipples hardened as she wished that she could just rest on the couch with Jimmy cuddling up against her.
"What's for breakfast, Mom?" broke her daydream.
"Um, oatmeal. I just put on the water," Susan replied, as yet unprepared to face her son.
She heard the cupboards banging and Jimmy shouted back "Do they have any of those oatmeal packets? I like the flavored stuff."
Susan got up and walked to the kitchen. The sudden pep in Jimmy's voice needed to be quashed right away. "I don't know, Jimmy, be we need to have a discussion," Susan said calmly, using every ounce of energy to hide her nerves.
Jimmy lowered his voice, "It's OK, Mom, it never happened."
"OK, good. I have to make sure you still respect me as your mom."
"Yeah, it's good," Jimmy said with that teenage exasperation.
But Susan knew something was different. Her nipples were poking through the same outfit that had started everything, but he wasn't avoiding her or acting squeamish at all. There was no possibility that both his nerves had calmed and he had given up hope. Men were too stupid, boys were more stupid. She knew that Jimmy would try something. She tried not to think of just what he would try.
She looked out the window with a sigh of relief when he returned to his room with his sugar-oatmeal. The clouds were dark and snow was slowly falling. In fact, snow covered all the ground Susan could see. The day prior there had only been patches of dirty snow. Curious, she opened the front door. A thick blanket of snow covered everything. Even the roads were invisible and there was no way she even get to her car. She called her husband and found he had already checked the conditions. Their house had seen torrential rain that was still falling, and roads up to the mountains were blocked indefinitely.
Susan went back to her breakfast after her husband hung up to prepare for their daughter's muddy soccer game. Fortunately, the cabin was stocked with food. She ate on the couch. The warm food and coffee brought her back to the night before, when she had touched herself to climax before being wrapped in the warm air. Perhaps she should crank the heater again. They wouldn't clear the roads for days and masturbation was all she would get. And if she could just find a way to keep Jimmy away, she could slip into her bedroom and satisfy herself again.
Jimmy burst out of his room. "So are we going skiing?" he asked and flopped onto the couch.
"Unless you're hiding cross-country skis, we're not going anywhere." Her son's presence could no longer push away the sexual thoughts she had had a moment ago.
Jimmy's heart skipped a beat. "What?" he asked.
"There's three feet of snow out there, we're trapped. The roads up are closed too."
"Well shit. What are we going to do all day?"
"I told you to bring something to do besides your phone."
"Oh, so you brought something?"
"I did."
"What?"
"Condoms."
Jimmy's eyes widened and he turned to look at his mom. She looked back expressionless then added, "But don't get any ideas. They're for your father."
"Then I guess you didn't bring anything to do either," Jimmy said triumphantly.
"I haven't decided," Susan said without a change in tone. Part of her knew that flirting while trapped together could lead too far, but that part was not in control. She was still aching to be touched, an ache intensified by the prospect of her husband being gone for days.
"What's to decide?" Jimmy asked, as movement began in his loins.
Susan stood up. "Perhaps you're old enough for a safe sex lesson," she said and turned toward her room.
As the words came out of his mom's mouth, Jimmy became rock hard. He waited uncomfortably as his cock strained against his shorts, wondering what his mom's lesson would be. Each tick of the fireplace clock seemed to last an hour. He figured with all the time his mom seemed to be taking that she must be putting on something seductive.
But Susan returned in the same clothes, sexy as could be but nothing changed except the single wrapped condom in her hand. She sat next to her son, taking but a brief glance at the manhood pressing against his shorts. "Do you know how to use one of these?" she asked, holding up the packet.
"Yeah, I mean, everyone does."
Susan knew that was the answer of someone who did not know. "And you know to use them for all sexual activity, including anal and oral."
Jimmy was stuttering at the shock of his mom being so direct. Was she seducing him or lecturing him? "E- even oral?"
"Yes. They make special condoms for oral. Now show me that you know how to put this on."
"Um, h- how?"
"I thought you said you knew."
"Well yeah, but how do I show you."
"Take off your shorts."
Jimmy peeled off his basketball shorts and boxers, causing his stiff cock to bounce into plain view of his mother. She looked on clinically as Jimmy unwrapped the condom and positioned the ring at the tip of his penis. "Why is it red?" he asked.
"It's flavored. It's a special one for oral."
"You make Dad use a condom for oral?"
"Yes, I told you to always use one for oral."
"But you guys are married."
"You can never know. Cheating happens and I don't like a mess."
"Are you saying you..."
"You were there last night. Now show me that you know how to use that thing or I will not let you take care of that erection."
Jimmy took a deep breath and tried to unroll the condom. "I think it's too small," he said. The task was hard enough for a first-timer, but his cock insisted on pulsing at his mother's talk of taking care of his erection.
"It will fit." Susan could see that the condom was a little too small, but not small enough to make the task impossible.
Jimmy kept struggling, unable to pull the condom past his glans. "Let me show you," Susan said, kneeling toward her son. He pulled his hands away and hers moved to his member. Then without warning, Susan moved her head between her son's legs, bit the tip of the condom, and used both hands to swiftly move the roll the rubber down his cock.
Susan sat up and looked her son in the eye. "You see, it takes a little practice," she whispered. "But you're right, it is a little small." The condom sat several inches above the base of Jimmy's penis. "You should always make sure your protection fits, but this will do for now."
"For now?" Jimmy asked, looking to where his mother sat. But she had already dropped to the floor where she was crawling between his legs. He felt her hand hold his shaft, and then watched his mother's full lips suck the tip of his penis into her mouth. His head fell back in pleasure. As much as he yearned to watch his mother's beautiful face around his manhood, the expert pleasure she put into his first blowjob was too much to handle. All he could do was sit back and moan "Mom! Mom!" breaking the silence of the cabin and surely too of the surrounding forest. "Mom!" he yelled as her mouth engulfed his entire organ. "Mom!" he cried as he felt her tongue swirl. With each movement she made, he became louder but less controlled. Susan ran her head up and down her son's shaft, one hand holding his unprotected base and the other fondling his sensitive testicles. With a swirl of the tongue around his glans, Susan heard her son's cries for Mom become inarticulate grunts and she felt his balls begin to explode. She savored the feeling of her son pulsing against her lips and tongue, filling the condom with his seed.
Susan moved back to the couch to sit next to Jimmy. "That was amazing, Mom," he breathed.
"Good, but we have stay focused on your lesson." Susan made her demeanor hide her enjoyment, though she now freely acknowledged to herself the wanting she had for her son.
"You just gave me a blowjob, and you still want to do the lesson?"
"Yes, honey, you need to learn how to take the condom off, that's why you had to ejaculate."
Jimmy smiled. He knew his mom was his, even if she was still pretending. "You didn't have to give me oral for that," he smiled.
"I was not going to waste my favorite flavor of condom," Susan stated. "Now remember you must pull out as soon as you have ejaculated. Once your penis begins to soften, you carefully pull off the condom and make sure not to spill. It may take some time because this condom is a bit small on you."
Jimmy hummed. "I don't think I'm going to get much softer for a while," he said, looking into his mom's blue eyes.
His mother smiled back at him.Jimmy sat with his mother on their cabin's couch, unable to remove the red flavored condom that he had filled during his first blow job. "Well there's one thing we could try to get my cock to soften," Jimmy said, trying to make his inexperienced voice as sexy as possible.
"That will not work," Susan stated, still keeping the air of a clinical lesson on safe sex. "The condom could break and create a mess, or your semen could dry to the condom and make it harder to remove. You will just have to wait."
"But Mom," Jimmy pleaded, "I can't get soft with you around."
"Then I will go into my room."
"No Mom, I need you with me. I'm so turned on. Your nipples are hard and your legs are so sexy."
"I am your mother and you will not objectify me."
"But Mom, I'm so hard, I can't control it. I need you again."
"Let's go to the bathroom and get that thing off. We don't want to make a mess on the couch. You are going to need more training than I expected."
Susan stood and pulled on her son's penis for him to follow. She led him by the rubber-coated member to the bathroom where she had him stand over the tub. "Shouldn't we do this over the toilet?" Jimmy asked.
"For the amount you jack off, you should know by now that your semen will coagulate in the water. And since we don't know how much mess removing this condom will make, we want everything contained. As you get more experienced, you won't have to worry about that."
Jimmy thought to himself, The amount I jack off? Did she know? Did she listen? He focused back on the present. "OK, so how do I get it off now?"
"Start by pulling hard from the tip and if that doesn't work, try the base."
Jimmy obeyed but the condom would not budge. As he tried to loosen from the base, he found himself saying "Ow ow ow." He looked down. The condom didn't reach his pubic hair, but it felt like something was yanking his hair.
Susan put her hand on her son's back. "It's OK," she said. "Sometimes a hair gets stuck in there."
She knelt next to her son and used her delicate fingers to inspect the base of Jimmy's condom. She had never helped a man remove a condom - if she ever let a man stay hard in a condom, it was because she was torturing him - but finding the offending hair was no problem for her. She moved closer to make sure she caused her son no pain, but when Jimmy saw his mother so close to him again, his cock began to throb and bounce. Susan was unfazed; she put a hand on her son's shaft and with the other painlessly removed the hair from the condom. Then she grabbed the tip of the condom and yanked with all her might. The condom slid up Jimmy's cock, momentarily became caught on his swelling glans, then popped off with a splatter of semen.
Susan dropped the condom in the tub as a glob of teenage cum hit her just left of her eye. She removed the spunk with the tip of her finger and looked at the milky white drop. She was overcome with the desire to taste her son's semen, something she had never really cared for. But for whatever reason, last night she had wanted to lick Jimmy's body clean and today she wanted to taste him on her finger.
She resisted and got up to wipe her hand on a tissue. "Clean your penis so that we can continue your lesson. We can clean the tub later," she told her son.
"Don't you want to help me clean it?"
"I am not here for your sexual pleasure. Last night you were having trouble and I made a mistake. Today I am teaching you important skills. Your next lesson will hopefully put you back in your place." Years of experience had taught Susan how to hide her desires, but the reality was she did want to clean Jimmy's penis. Her mouth watered at the thought of taking her son's cock into her mouth and running up and down the shaft to clean every last drop of cum. Then her pussy fantasized of her flopping on her back and letting the big, cleaned cock enter her. "I will wait for you in your room," she said as she exited.
Susan removed her shorts and lay on Jimmy's bed, legs slightly parted with knees in the air. When he came in - still erect as ever - Susan informed him that "You need to learn to please a woman. You cannot simply continue to ask for more favors because she has given you one or two orgasms."
"Are- are you saying that I get to please you now?"
"Yes, I will teach you to perform oral on a woman. I cannot have my son continuing to be so selfish."
Jimmy began to crawl between his mother's legs. She watched his head descend toward her dripping entry but quickly stopped him with a hand. "The first rule of giving a woman oral," she said, "is that you have to build anticipation to the oral. Normally we would have to engage in foreplay, but that is too erotic for a mother and son and I assume you have some experience with kissing. Fortunately, I am experienced enough that we can do this without foreplay." That was a lie, Susan was aroused fully and exclusively by her son, his large cock, the feel of taking him into his mouth, the sight of his semen. They could skip foreplay because she needed him so badly.
"What should I do then?"
"There's no formula but until you have more experience, start by rubbing my clit and then inserting a finger. My body will tell you when to move from my clit to my vagina. My body will tell you again when you should use your mouth. An experienced woman like me will want two or three fingers inside her while you eat. Some girls your age may be too sensitive for even one."
Jimmy looked down at the folds of his mother's waxed sex. His erection had softened from the nerves. He had seen some porn before, but he never really thought about what he should do. "Wh- where is your clit?"
"The clitoris is just above the vagina. If you are ever unsure, run your finger down from the top. Then you will find the clit, and going further you will find my entrance."
He did as instructed and his mom let out a grunt and tensed her shoulders. As Jimmy kept rubbing her clit, his mother's grunting became consistent and she started to writhe her pelvis. The sight of his mother responding to his touch cause his mind to shut off and the passion of mother-son intimacy to take over. He inserted a finger and his mom whined in ecstasy. She began to gasp with sharp bursts of her melodic voice that encouraged Jimmy's instincts to pump his finger in and out of his mother. He inserted another finger and his mom squealed "Oh yes," and he knew he was ready to finish her. His mouth clamped over her open labia and he swirled his tongue across her clit. Susan let out a loud moan and screamed "Oh yes, my son! You're making Mommy feel so good. Keep going, finish Mommy, you're going to finish Mommy..."
And with a loud scream Susan bucked her pussy against her son's face and flooded him with juices. He kept eating, trying to pump his fingers against her intense movements. He tried to continue as she slowed down, but she began to rise and he separated from her.
"Come with me, I need more," Susan whispered between breaths.
Jimmy followed his mom out of the room and toward hers. She threw off her tank top and Jimmy let out a groan, lamenting that he couldn't see his mom's huge tits freed from the fabric. "Take off that shirt and lay on the bed," she said as they entered her room and she went to her suitcase.
Jimmy obeyed and Susan tore out a condom. She unwrapped the rubber as she rushed to her son. His manhood was fully erect but flopping onto his stomach, too large to hold itself up. She straddled his legs and positioned the condom at the tip of her son's penis. Her first pull did not unwrap the rubber, a rarity in her years of sheathing men. Her second expert motion extended the length of the condom, but again, this one did not reach Jimmy's base.
Susan stared for a moment. A distant voice in her mind reminded her that such a poor fitting condom was not safe. But knowing that her son was so large, so large that rubbers for her perfectly impressive husband didn't come close to covering his cock, made her walls clench as if in a small orgasm. She rose on her knees and took Jimmy's massive penis by both hands. She positioned her birth canal at the end of his member and slowly impaled herself. She let out a satisfied moan. She couldn't remember taking anyone so big, but somehow the feeling of Jimmy splitting her seemed to belong. Her baby was back home, inside his mommy. "Yes baby," came from deep in her lungs as she bottomed out for the first time.
Jimmy tentatively put his hands on his mom's hips as she slowly rode up and down. His pelvis was instinctively finding a rhythm with her, but his hands and mind were still in shock. A moment ago his mom was giving him strict orders, now she was having sex with him, her eyes shut in ecstasy and her mouth agape in pleasure. He watched one of his own hands, not through his own control, move up and hold one of his mother's massive tits. The touch elicited a large exhale from Susan, who encouraged "Yes baby, touch Mommy, Mommy's yours now."
The sweet sound of his mom's submission shut down any of Jimmy's fears. His hand roughly grabbed his mother's breast with his thumb rubbing across her nipple. His other hand moved from her hip to her plump ass, moving her up and down to take control of her bouncing. Susan's soft, deep breaths began to shorten in length but rise in volume as Jimmy began to buck against her. "Yes baby, you're so deep inside me," Susan yelped as Jimmy continued to thrust.
Jimmy was too lost to respond. "It's where you belong," Susan groaned. "You belong inside Mommy."
Jimmy put both hands on his mother's ass and strongly forced her up and down his cock. Susan began to scream. Her son, so timid less than a day ago, had become such a strong lover, fueled by the connection of a son to his mother. She needed just one more thing from him, now that both hands were controlling her. Between screams she pleaded, "Suck Mommy's tits... you always loved sucking Mommy's tits."
He sat up, taking an erect nipple into his mouth while continuing to drive his mother onto him. "Baby, you're so strong," Susan cried, amazed that her son could continue fucking her so hard with a mouth on her nipple. Despite all her experience, she had known nothing of the sexual magic between a mother and son. But Jimmy was teaching her all she needed to know. "Baby, you're going to make Mommy cum!" she shouted.
Jimmy released Susan's nipple and moaned "I'm gonna cum too."
Susan's walls began to clamp around her son's cock. Her screams reached a fever pitch, a volume she didn't even know she had. Her whole body was overtaken by a tremor as she heard her son scream "Mommy!" and begin to explode inside of her. Her body continued to convulse as time lost all meaning for her.
Eventually she came to her senses and collapsed onto her son's bare chest. He was still inside her. "You fucked Mommy so good," she cooed.
"Am I supposed to pull out because of the condom?" Jimmy asked.
"Yes but I still need you in me," she said softly.
Jimmy let out a satisfied sigh as the two began to drift off. His cock began to soften, finally satiated by the place it had always belonged. The snow began to fall harder. "I still have sixteen condoms," Susan whispered into her son's ear.
Jimmy woke in a fog. He could tell he hadn't slept long, sensing the daylight forcing its way through the clouds. But everything else, had his mom really just whispered that she had sixteen condoms for him? Did she really ride him to a mutual orgasm?
As Jimmy's senses came back, he realized nothing was a dream. His mother's naked body was still draped over his, her legs still around his hips. He felt his cock stir, he wanted his mom again. He wanted her over and over, now that they had admitted their attraction, there was nothing else he could think about. He began to lift, wanting to roll his mother over and enter her again, make her his, dominate her with his cock.
Susan woke with her son's movement. She lifted to look into his eyes and said, "That was very impressive for your first time, honey. Much more experienced men couldn't make me orgasm like that."
"I'm going to take you again," Jimmy stated, trying his best to show the command he believed women wanted.
"I am still your mother," Susan admonished. "We can have sex again, but you have to remember that we are having sex to train you. There is nothing worse than for a young woman to fall for a man who can't please her. And once we can leave this cabin, this ends."
Jimmy agreed. What choice did he have? When a woman as beautiful as Susan, especially his own mom, offers sex, a young man will always agree. But he saw how animalistic she had become after he ate her out. She might not be able to resist. Perhaps if he could perform like he just had, she would still come to his room after the snow melted.
Susan rolled off her son and told him, "Go to your room and put on clothes. Just that t-shirt, underwear and some shorts will do. Then meet me in the living room."
Jimmy rushed to obey. He stood awkwardly until Susan came out of the bedroom in a short black dress that her tastefully exposed breasts screamed to break out of. The dress had been meant to be tastefully worn with nylons and ankle boots on a date with her husband. Now she showed off her bare legs down to a pair of blue pumps for her son's pleasure only. She put a hand on her son's chest and said, "When you have a lady over, it's polite to sit and talk with her on the couch."
Jimmy turned toward the couch and his mother slipped her hand into his. They sat down and Susan continued, "You should offer a drink but I don't need one." She moved closer to him. "And romantic talk with your mom might be weird, so just kiss me and we'll practice your physical technique."
Jimmy nervously leaned in. His mom had no idea this would be his first kiss and he worried that his inexperience might become uncomfortably obvious when their lips touched. Yet he had no need to worry, as soon as their connection sealed, the fierce mother-son bond between them guided Jimmy's lips to mesh with his mother's, showed his tongue how to slide against hers. In many ways, the kiss was more intimate than the intercourse they had just completed, where Susan had lost control on an orgasmic high and taken her son. Now she was of clear mind, intimately giving her son his first kiss, fully understanding that she was building an erotic bond between the two of them.
Susan lay back on the couch, thinking in her mind that a man should sense when a woman is aroused enough for the next step. But she couldn't say her thought out loud, she was too enraptured by desire for her son. She slipped a leg under him and up onto the back of the couch, pulling Jimmy between her legs as their tongues continued to slowly dance. Susan was accustomed to keeping subtle control in her sexual encounters, but now she was fully lost to her incestuous urges, focused only on the supreme pleasure that contact with her son brought.
Letting control go allowed Susan to fully immerse herself in the experience. If she tried, she would not be able to remember a more satisfying makeout session. But she would not try, because for the first time she was living completely in the moment that was bringing her and her son together as true lovers, not just accidental sexual partners.
Just as Susan was reaching her peak pleasure, Jimmy began to travel down her body, kissing her neck, then her upper chest, then the top of her cleavage, firmly cupping his hands onto each breast. Susan found herself weakly moaning to the soft but strong touches of her son. She reached down to pull his shirt over his head, electrifying her fingers as they slid across his bare back. Then Jimmy was between his mother's legs, kissing the inside of her thighs and pulling up the dress to reveal the hole that years ago gave him life and hours ago had made him a man. Susan rushed to pull her dress off before pleasure shocks of cunnilingus hit her, but no, Jimmy's lips caressed her labia and Susan was slammed back into the couch, her head thrown back as she screamed in release. Yet some other part of her mind was at work: as her body insisted on soaking in the pleasure of her son's tongue on her clitoris, Susan could not resist the urge to take off her dress and be splayed out for her son's use, completely naked except for high heels.
Her body competed against itself, the pleasure of oral reducing the motor skills needed to strip naked while keeping her pussy available to her son. Finally, the dress was cast aside, and the eroticism of being naked for her son washed over her. "Jimmy!" she screamed, the first time she had used her son's name in the throes of sexual pleasure. "Oh God Jimmy, you're making Mommy cum! You eat me so good!"
Susan caressed her own large breasts as she bucked in orgasm, screaming uncontrollably. As her orgasm began to subside, she felt another one welling up. She grabbed the condom she had hidden in her dress's pocket and, holding back her next climax, breathed to Jimmy, "Put this on, and fuck Mommy."
Jimmy stripped off the rest of his clothes and carefully opened the condom wrapper. His mom started masturbating as he carefully positioned the rubber and worked the ring over his throbbing cockhead. Susan was oblivious to her son's awkward sheathing as she touched herself to the anticipation of her son filling her once again. Then she felt the latex moving her fingers and her walls stretching. He entered her effortlessly despite his size and inexperience. As Susan felt her son press against her cervix, her body began to ripple in another orgasm. She gripped his back and moaned softly as her vaginal walls pulsed against her son's motionless cock. Then as the convulsions slowed down, Jimmy began thrusting, steadily at first then more powerfully as his mother's moaning resumed its pace. "Yes Mommy. Yes Mommy," he began whispering between grunts.
"Come on baby," Susan moaned. "Show Mommy how much you need her." Jimmy began to thrust harder. "Do you love Mommy, baby?"
"Yes Mommy," Jimmy whispered.
"Do you love Mommy so much you're going to fuck her all weekend?"
"Yes Mommy!" Jimmy groaned louder.
Susan screamed in pleasure. "Yes baby!" she shouted. "Show Mommy, explode inside her!"
Jimmy responded with a loud groan as cock began erupting against his mother's walls. Susan could feel the pulsing of the huge member against her and began moaning out another powerful orgasm. Mother and son groaned out their simultaneous climax for what seemed like minutes, until Jimmy's huge balls were empty and Susan's body was spent.
They lay still with Jimmy inside of his mother until Susan whispered, "Baby, go get a roll of condoms from Mommy's suitcase. There's still so much to do." And so began their lovemaking in earnest, mother teaching son, condom after condom, each orgasm giving son confidence but taking control from mom. Most times Susan begged for more immediately after Jimmy coated the rubber separating him from her hallowed walls, and every time Jimmy's youthful energy easily obliged. Eventually they had to eat, but trapped inside could only heat the food that came with the cabin. But neither ever slowed, indeed, when they refueled the sex became more vigorous than before. A few times the bliss of an orgasm led them to fall asleep. The first time Jimmy woke beside his mom and scanned up and down her body, attempting to will himself to take her again. But the courage never came, and when his mom woke, she told him to put on a condom and take her again.
The next time they fell asleep, Jimmy again woke first. The feel of her soft skin draped across his naked body encouraged him to take command, slide into her and make her his woman. He rolled her over and positioned himself at her entrance. "Yes, baby," she murmured. "Take Mommy."
She reached for his member and felt the smooth skin of his glans. "Don't forget a condom," she admonished.
"I want to feel your wet pussy just this once," he growled back.
Susan snapped into a strict tone. "You will use a condom, with me and with any other woman not your wife."
"Then let me put it in your ass," he protested, trying to keep his manly confidence and not become a whiny teenager.
"I told you, condoms for anal and oral. You are welcome to fuck Mommy's ass, but put on a condom first."
Jimmy rose, trying to hide is frustration, and looked for the condoms. He so longed to be inside his mother, nothing between them. He didn't understand the urge, he had never before been with a girl and now the desire to take off the condom was overwhelming. Something in his body just screamed to be free inside the womb that made him, where he had lived for nine months.
He found the last unflavored condom. That meant that he had been inside his mother eleven times already, since they couldn't use the flavored ones for intercourse. What day was it? Was it still Saturday? Sunday? Monday? One time he had jacked off five times in a day, but his cock had gotten sore and his jizz had become a trickle. Now he was as energetic as ever, still filling each condom with massive load of cum. But he couldn't believe they had been having sex for more than a day, the time just couldn't pass so quickly.
"So do you want Mommy's tight ass or her wet pussy?" Susan asked once her suddenly pensive son had rolled the condom down his penis. "Mommy likes her big son back where he belongs, but she'll do anything to pleasure him."
The invitation cleared any thought Jimmy had of condoms or time. He hovered over his mother and silently penetrated her birth canal. "Yes baby," Susan sighed. "Oh how I love being filled by my own son!"
"But Mommy," Jimmy whimpered, "This is the last regular condom."
"Just fuck me baby," Susan cried, already lost to the pleasures of her son's incestuous thrusting. "I can't think when I'm getting fucked by you. Mommy has no worries when her Jimmy's inside her."
So Jimmy fucked his mom to multiple orgasms, his massive finish coinciding with her loudest screams. As he pulled out of her, she whispered, "Go get the flavored roll, I need you again, I don't care if the condom's only for oral."
Jimmy yanked down the condom, flipped his mother over, and forcefully took her from behind. She had shown him doggy style earlier, but then he was timid and supplicant. Now he took her with confidence, directing her body with strong hands on her hips, dominating her on all fours like the bitch she was. He could tell she was ready to let everything go, and soon he would take enough control that she'd let him enter her raw. Between her screams, Jimmy growled, "You can't resist your son's cock anymore."
"No, baby!" Susan cried.
"You'll be my mommy-whore whenever I want you."
"Yes baby!"
"You'll come to me first when you need sex."
"Yes! I'm all yours! I'll only fuck other guys when you don't want me!"
"Such a mommy-whore, needing so much fucking."
"Yes baby, Mommy's always been a whore, you're the only man who ever kept up with me."
"ARGH!" Jimmy roared as his semen splashed inside the condom he wore. He continued to violently thrust into her, egged on by the revelation that he was the only man who could tame his mother's sex mania.
His balls empty, he flipped her over and ripped off the condom, a few drops of semen splashing onto his mother's stomach. His cock had barely softened, but the sight of his fertile seed on his mom's flat, milky stomach made his erection painfully hard again. With his shaft positioned at his mother's opening, he announced he was entering her again, to which Susan whimpered, "Get a condom."
Jimmy relented. His mom was strict; even in her submissive state, entering her without permission would probably end everything. But the last four condoms, Jimmy would be in control. He mounted his mother and fucked her missionary until he came hard. Then he flipped her and fucked her doggy again, and spent the last of their condoms fucking his mom almost constantly, only stopping to push her into a new position and re-sheath himself. He paid no attention to her pleasure - though she had many powerful orgasms, Susan was now there for Jimmy's use. Finally he filled the last rubber and was completely spent, mother and son fell asleep in each other's arms.
* * *
They seemed to wake together. Susan looked into her son's eyes and smiled, "You were so amazing, baby. Do you know how many times you took me?"
"Seventeen," he answered.
She moaned, "That's incredible. Nobody's ever kept up with me, not even other young guys like you."
"You... you've had sex with other young guys?"
"Don't worry about that, baby. Mommy doesn't need anyone else anymore."
"I want you again, Mom."
"Mmm, I do too baby, but we're out of condoms and I think we're still snowed in."
"I never took you in the ass," Jimmy observed.
"Don't worry, you'll take Mommy in the ass many times to come." She kissed him on the lips, slowly, erotically.
Jimmy softly pushed her away. "Why not now?"
"I told you, baby, you need a condom for anal."
"But you can't get pregnant that way, and you always use a condom and I've never been with anyone else."
Susan thought for a moment. He probably wasn't lying, based on how timid he had been and how his confidence grew. A warmth of desire washed over her body. She looked down at her son's member, still larger while soft than an average man's while hard. She watched her hand, as if belonging to someone else, reach down and lightly stroke him. The cock began to grow and Susan's pussy clenched. She slid down and took her son into her mouth, lubricating him for the last hole he hadn't filled. "Do you want Mommy on her knees or with her ankles in the air?" she asked.
Jimmy stammered. "Um, I just want you."
Susan gave him another quick deep throat to make sure he stayed moist. She loved that her son still needed her training, but right now just needed him inside her again. She rolled over onto her knees presented her anus high in the air, and whispered, "Come on baby, fuck Mommy in her ass."
Jimmy silently positioned himself and slowly slid deep into his mother's asshole. She released a loud moan that he had never heard days ago, which became a long "Yeeesss!" Jimmy felt a the tingle of a union with his mother as his raw cock bottomed out inside her bowels. He held still and groaned, "Mommy, I'm all the way inside you. I've never been all the way inside."
"Yes baby," Susan cried, "Mommy's never had someone so deep inside her. Now fuck me, Mommy needs a pounding." It was true, Jimmy was too big to fit his entire cock into his mom's vagina, and she had never taken someone as big as him. Her son inside her ass was the deepest anyone had been inside her.
Jimmy pulled back and with a grunt bottomed out again. His strokes out were long and slow, but then he accelerated deep into his mother's ass, forcefully rearranging her experienced insides. "Fuck!" she screamed. "You fuck Mommy so hard!"
"That's right," Jimmy grunted as he bottomed out once again. He pulled back and said as he slid out, "Mommy's my anal bitch now."
"Yes, Mommy needs he ass fucked hard by her son! Ohh!" He had bottomed out yet again.
Susan continued to grunt and scream as Jimmy increased his pace. If not for her occasional cries of "Yes!" and "Oh baby!" and "Fuck Mommy!" one might have thought she was in deep pain, not deep pleasure. True, she hadn't felt her asshole stretched so much since she had lost her anal virginity, so there was some pain. But good pain, the pain of being completely dominated by her son. The pain that reminded her who she belonged to, and who could bring her supreme pleasure. She felt an orgasm welling up. As her mouth screamed uncontrollably, a voice flashed in her mind: "The last thing Jimmy needs to learn is to show his mom he owns her."
Susan's orgasm overwhelmed her. Her body trembled to the point that her arms and legs began to collapse under her. She felt Jimmy put his hands on her hips and pull up. "Stay up," he growled. "Fuckdolls stay on their hands and knees for fucking."
Susan came again, or her orgasm grew stronger, no way of knowing. Her son's dominant language, calling her his fuckdoll, her body could only respond in one way, by climaxing. But that meant she was limp as a rag, not obeying her son. No matter, he had a grip on her hips and was pounding her with his arms as much as with his body. "Come on, bitch," he ordered. "Make your son cum in your slutty ass."
Susan didn't think she could respond but her lungs knew what to do. "Yes baby, fuck Mommy's ass! Give me your cum! Mommy's ass belongs to you now and needs your seed!" Jimmy fucked harder and harder as his mother encouraged him. He was getting close. "Mark your territory with cum! Mommy and her ass are you fuckdoll now! You own your Mommy, show her you own her!"
"Fuck Mom!" Jimmy groaned and he shot off, his ejaculatory muscles rocketing semen through his cock and deep into his mother's body. He fell limp on top of his mother as his balls drained themselves into the body that made them. He slid off his mother and onto the bed, spent.
Susan rolled over and spread her legs wide. "Fuck Mommy now, baby," she said hurriedly. "Stuff that shit-covered cock in Mommy's fertile pussy hole."
"It's going soft already, Mommy."
Susan got up on her knees. "I really should clean this first. Going ass to pussy can give a woman a yeast infection. And I bet you'd love to go ass to mouth on your mom."
Jimmy groaned and he was hard again. Susan rolled back and said, "You can go ass to mouth on me as much you want later. But right now, I need that in my pussy."
Jimmy lifted himself and got ready to mount his mother. "You're not scared of an infection?"
"No, baby, I just need that big, hot cock inside me."
Jimmy sank his member into his mother's vagina, a feeling now so familiar yet, being his first time raw, so foreign. They gave a mutual moan as he felt her smooth walls on his bare skin for the first time in more than eighteen years. "Oh Mom, I need you bareback from now on," he cried as his gyrations became thrusts.
"Yes baby, you own Mommy's holes now. Oh fuck me! That's right, all for you, use me. Oh fuck!"
"That's right Mommy, get ready for my seed to grow inside you."
"Oh baby," Susan cried nearing completion at such a depraved thought. "Are you going to fill Mommy?"
"Yes Mommy, you're going to carry a part of me inside you."
"Fuck me baby! I need to carry your incest baby!"
Jimmy was pounding his mother violently now, slamming his cock against her cervix where soon his army would penetrate. His strict mother, who could even make her husband use a condom every single time, had now lost control for her own son and was letting him impregnate her. Mother and son were close to the ultimate climax, the climax that would bind them as a breeding pair in addition to mother and son.
"Mommy's going to raise her son's children just like she raised him," Jimmy whispered, as his pistoning reached its top speed.
"Yes baby," Susan gasped. "Mommy's going to carry her son's babies!"
"And when they're old enough, you'll train them just like me."
"Oh God YES! When your daughters are eighteen, they'll learn to please Daddy! Oh Daddy, dominate your Mommy! Ohhh..." Susan was cumming, her pussy walls convulsing to try to draw her son's sperm up into her waiting eggs.
"Mommy!" Jimmy cried, and responded with his own orgasm. "Mommy I'm cumming inside you!"
Their screams filled the cabin, mother and son finally in full union, his semen bursting inside his mother and her womb taking every last fertile drop.
* * *
Jimmy filled his mother two more times before they fell asleep together. When Susan woke, she stumbled out of bed to find something to eat. She realized she didn't know how long she and her son had been fucking, and looked out the window to see the morning sun and a plowed road. She had no idea when they had cleared the road, but if the cabin road was clear, the highways must be accessible. Her husband and daughter could be pulling up any minute.
She found her phone and looked at the day and time. It was Monday morning. Her son had fucked her twenty-one times in less than two days, three times in her unprotected womb. She hadn't had unprotected sex since he and his sister had been conceived.
Then she noticed something else on her phone. She had full reception, but there wasn't a single voicemail, call, or text from her husband. He had never gone so long without contacting her. What was going on?