With his face rubbed against the satin pillow, he saw the sharp outline of Momma’s profile. Her Adam’s apple bobbed slowly at the same moment her breath got a bit shakier, but again she didn’t push him away.
“You’re a bad boy. What if the neighbors knew of this? They’d get dirty ideas.”
Mike’s breath hitched. “About me and my Momma? Never.” He moved closer and wrapped his arms around her waist. Without the armor of rigid undergarments and petticoats Momma used to keep her distance from him, it was so much easier to sense the true shape of her body, with more sharp lines than her daily appearance suggested.
She was small, with angular hips. There was no padding in the chest area under the satin-and-lace nightgown either, but he didn’t dare to touch her there just yet. When she sighed, the sound was so hoarse and erotic he almost rubbed his groin against her. But he waited, just listening to her shallow breath.
“You know what I mean, you’re not a little boy anymore, Michael. You never even bring girls over for tea, so what are people supposed to think?”
And then there was that name again, as if Momma wanted to signal that she was willing to play. Mike’s dick was growing harder by the second, and with a groan, he ran his splayed hand up her flat chest and onto where the breasts would have been.
“They don’t need to know anything about us, Momma.”
Her entire body shook, the chest twitching under his touch. There was a fastening at the front of her dress, hiding away all that fine skin. “There’s nothing for them to know, Michael, and we should keep it that way.”
“Will other girls’ nipples be like yours, Momma?” he whispered, getting hot-faced just saying such ridiculous things, but by this point his dick was rock-hard and pressing against her through the layers of fabric , regardless how wrong this incestuous fantasy was. Fuck wrong.
Momma grabbed his wrist and kept it in place, looking at him for the first time. It was as if the storm had somehow streamed electricity into the bed. “Michael, you’re not a child. You know what you’re doing,” she said, and yet again she didn’t tell him to leave.
Mike nuzzled her neck, squeezing her nipple through the fabric. “I get so horny at night, Momma. It’s all I can think about.”
Momma whimpered, briefly closing her eyes before glancing at him again. Her fingers squeezed harder around Mike’s wrist. “It’s been a long time since your daddy left us, Michael. And you can be so sweet. Why do you tempt me so?”
Mike rocked his cock against her thigh, each time managing to lift the lace nighty higher. “No one would find out. I don’t like any girl as much as I do my Momma.”
Momma sucked in air, but then she very slowly lowered the duvet, revealing the laced front of her nightdress. Even when sleeping she remained elegant and tempting, and when she picked up the lacing and put it into Mike’s hand, raw heat boiled in his balls.
“Tell Momma, do you love me more than anyone, Michael?”
“Yes, Momma. Anyone.” His breath quickened, and for a moment he thought the thunder outside was his own body. He took off his T-shirt to tempt her more, and loved the little gasp he got in return.
It was a treat to see her lips quiver. He knew this wasn’t an act.
Momma pressed her palm to his torso and caressed his pecs and shoulders. “I have such a handsome boy.”
Mike’s gaze was drawn down the slim neck, the collarbones, and the sight of stiff nipples under the satin vintage nighty had him make his move. He pulled on the ribbons and revealed the narrow, and most definitely male chest. But then again, everything about Momma screamed femininity, so it was hard to even think of her in these categories. As far as he was concerned, Momma was just beautifully flat.
And he couldn’t wait to suck her cock.
“All the girls at school tease me so bad, Momma. But I can’t help getting horny all the time.”
“That’s because you’re still growing. Go on. You can touch me, Michael. I can’t stand seeing you so miserable,” she said and moved the straps of her gown lower, revealing more of her lovely chest with pale, small nipples.
Mike didn’t need more invitation than that. He rolled on top of her, pressing between her legs, and grabbing her lips in a kiss. A frenzy of sensation rocked his body, and he slipped his hand under her, all the way to the buttocks clad in lacy panties.
He hadn’t even realized just how much he’d needed to make her his.
Momma whimpered into his mouth, her slim arms settling around his neck, fingers grabbing at his short hair. She went rigid under him, arching so rapidly she managed to drag him up for an entire second.
Mike had never tasted lips as sweet as hers. They opened pliantly and allowed him to dive his tongue in before coaxing it into a languid dance that made her whimper. All the while, he rocked his hips between her legs, making her cock twitch against him, already hard and ready to spend.
He pulled down his boxer shorts and groaned into the kiss when he finally released his own dick.
Momma gasped, reaching down and curling her fingers around his rigid length. A moan tore from her mouth as she broke the kiss and exposed her neck to his lips. “You’ve grown so large, Michael...”
“Good genes.” He had to bite back a laugh and kissed her neck instead. Stirring his hips against her hand, he fucked that slender fist to show her just how thoroughly he’d later drill her tight little arse.
Momma bit her lips and tightened her thighs around him, squeezing and relaxing her hand around his dick. “Oh, Michael…we shouldn’t be doing this, but I can’t help myself. I want you to kiss me everywhere,” she uttered, grinding her entire body against his.
That was his cue.
Mike grinned and trailed his kisses lower, down the collarbones, winding around one of the puckered nipples, only to tread to her flat stomach as he gripped her arse with both hands.
Momma petted Mike’s head, so gentle despite her obvious urgency as Mike moved his face down her stomach, all the way to where all that fabric and lace was pooling.
Momma gasped and dragged the dress up, revealing high-rise panties made of sheer black fabric, and the hard cock straining the tight front of the underwear. In the glow coming through the window, Mike could even see the damp spot around the head.
“Oh, God, you’re making your Momma feel so good.”
“I always do as Momma asks,” Mike teased, moving his lips over the cock through the fabric. He couldn’t wait to see her squirming and flushed in the heights of arousal.
She hummed in agreement and slid the straps lower, which left her looking deliciously dishevelled, with the clothes now only pooling around her middle. Exposed, she rocked her hips, rubbing off against his chin
“Good boy.”
Those two words held the power to pump more arousal into Mike’s body. He tugged the lacy vintage panties down, revealing the dick that was begging for his attention. Mike didn’t expect any more encouragement and sucked on the cock, more than eager to taste her. He let the tips of his fingers dip into the crack between her buttocks at the same time.
Momma pushed her long leg so hard against him that she rose off the mattress again, squirming between the fingers exploring her tight, hot ass and the mouth slowly sucking in the entire length of her cock.
“Oh, fuck,” she uttered, grabbing Mike’s hair and riding him frantically.
He would be the obedient boy and give Momma pleasure. But he was also naughty, so he let his digits brush against the hole which he already wished to have slippery and ready for him.
Momma’s ass twisted, as if she were trying to spear herself on the fingers even as she stretched in his arms, grabbing at something on the nightstand.
Mike was in heaven. Her dick filled his mouth so perfectly, and as he sucked on it, playing with the head and teasing it with his tongue, Momma writhed as if she’d never had a partner better than him. Until she suddenly started pulling him up, wordlessly begging for a kiss on the lips.
Mike was half-l
ucid when he crawled up her body and to that delicious mouth, but the storm clouds might have as well parted with the accompaniment of angel choirs when she wrapped her hand around his cock and slicked it with lots of lube.
“So good, Momma… I’ll make you feel so good.”
She looked at him with those deep eyes that were now glazed with pleasure. She was so incredibly beautiful, even now, without all the trimmings and polish of the ideal movie housewife.
“Oh, Michael. Momma only needs you,” she breathed, leading his cock between her buttocks while moving one of her feet along his side, opening herself up.
Mike grabbed her other leg and dragged it to his shoulder with a grin. “Anything you need, Momma,” he said, already poking his lube-dripping cock at her hole.
She panted loudly, rubbed her hand over his bare chest and mirrored the movement on herself. Her slim fingers with perfectly manicured red nails curled around her cock, so clearly familiar with it that just seeing it happen had Mike groaning with pleasure. She was perfect.
Perfect.
His cockhead was a tight fit, but thrust in on his first try. He kissed the side of her knee, itching to start fucking her in earnest and serve her every need. “Like this, Momma?”
She pushed herself up, grabbing his nape and stealing a kiss. The shift in position made her muscles squeeze Mike even tighter, but moments later she dropped back to the mattress and brushed her hands over his arms. “Yes, Michael, just like that. Fuck your Momma.”
A shiver went all the way down to his own arse, and he thrust his hips, going into the tight heat of her body to the hilt. He moaned in pleasure, but kept his eyes open to watch her flushed face. He wanted to serve her on his knees every day.
Momma’s eyelashes fluttered, and she gasped, no longer stopping herself from enjoying his attention. Her hands frantically moved all over Mike’s body, rubbing and kneading his flesh, as if she were desperate for something to grab on to as he moved inside her, slowly relaxing her tight ass.
“It’s been so long, baby,” she whispered. “You’re making Momma so happy.”
The words melted over his skin like warm butter. He’d make Momma much, much happier soon. He picked up the pace of his thrusts, lowering his face to her chest and lifting her arse off the sheets in the process. Flesh slapped against flesh in a staccato that was quickly carrying them toward the final few notes.
She watched him back, wide-eyed as if she needed it for her pleasure. Her lithe hand moved up and down her cock at a rapid pace that matched Mike’s thrusts. They were somewhere beyond time, where passion was the only thing that mattered. He kissed her lips again, breathless and damp with sweat, but her muscles were getting tighter, her cries more desperate. She came, shaking as her cock shot sperm over her chest and throat, the heels of her feet digging into Mike’s flesh.
He started a manic race to finish himself, sliding in and out of that sweet hole that now seemed to be sucking him in time and time again. When Momma’s nails dug into his buttocks, Mike saw white underneath his eyelids, as if lightning had struck again, and he came with a groan, burying his face in her hair.
“So hot, so hot inside of you…”
Momma pulled him close, crossing her ankles on his back as if she didn’t want him to leave her body yet. Slowly, she moved her head and rubbed her nose against his ear, whispering, “Momma made you a man.”
It was as if he were about to come all over again, and he whimpered into her cheek. “Thank you so much, Momma.”
Mike’s whole body was still tense and edging out of orgasm, but if she wanted to keep him between her legs, he’d stay there forever.
Her heart beat erratically, a strong rhythm that was slowly lulling Mike to sleep. The languid movement of her fingers on his back slowed down, but in the end Mike slid out of her hole and settled next to her, with his arm thrown across her warm body.
“Can I stay ‘til morning, Momma?” he whispered, his eyes closing on their own already. He wasn’t ready to let go of her lithe body.
All he could hear through the haze of almost-sleep was her shaky breath, but when she closed her hand around his, Mike sank into blissful oblivion.
Chapter 7
Mike woke to the sun seeping through the pale curtains. It created a pattern across his outstretched arm, and the longer he stared at it, the more obvious it became he wasn’t in his room. The old-timey furniture, and the sweet scent of the bed triggered memories, reminding him of the tight grip of Momma’s hole around his dick, of her wide open eyes in the dark, of their kisses and warm touch.
And now she wasn’t there. The silk nightgown hanging off a chair nearby meant she’d already dressed for the day.
Mike stretched and grabbed the light garment, pulling it to his face to inhale the familiar, fruity scent of Momma’s perfume. The events of last night flooded his mind like warm oil. The sex had been insanely good, and it didn’t matter that many would have condemned their play. In this house it was just Mike and Momma. No one needed to know what kinky fuckery they were up to.
He grinned at the memory of Momma calling him ‘Michael’ in this very bed.
He had the sense that he should go out of his way to show her his appreciation today. Maybe do the laundry like a big boy? Mike rolled out of bed, sniggering to himself.
Now that he was completely silent, the sound of swing music from below became audible, and he slowly opened the door, only to be assaulted by the sweet, buttery scent of pastry.
Within seconds, he was drooling and rushed to the bathroom, as if his imaginary stepdad were after Mike for seducing his wife. Pride swelled in Mike’s chest as he quickly washed himself, eager to be presentable for his Momma. Would she treat last night as a transgression and punish him for it, or would he be treated to warm pie for relieving the constant stress she was under?
Both?
He loved her teasing nature, and would gladly push his pants down even if he’d done no wrong. Dressing took him more time than usual, as he couldn’t decide what would impress her most, but in the end he walked down the stairs topless, in just a pair of jeans that hung low on his hips. Would she be up for round two in the morning? Or would he have to earn more favours with good behaviour?
He strolled into the kitchen with a wide grin, revelling in the bright sunshine and birds singing in the garden as if yesterday’s storm had never happened.
Outside, the grass shone with droplets of water, but his eyes were on Momma’s ass, her long legs, her pale nape, which tensed as she rolled the dough, facing away from him. In a white and yellow striped dress she was Summer personified.
Then he noticed cookies. Baked goods were usually plentiful in Momma’s house, but the kitchen looked as if she were preparing for a bake sale. Shortbreads, scones, and even gingerbread men, occupied every surface. Without thinking much about it, Mike grabbed a biscuit with jam and had a bite.
“Morning, Momma,” he murmured and wrapped his arms around her waist as the still-warm jam melted in his mouth. “Baking spree for your boy?”
She stiffened in his arms and didn’t lean back into him like he’d expected. Instead, she kept rolling the dough until it thinned so much in the middle that it ripped. She dropped the rolling pin and hid her face in her hands.
“We need to talk.”
“Oh? Did I do something wrong, Momma? I try to be a good boy.” Mike pulled away and took a step back to give her space, but still stayed close.
She took her time turning to face him, and for the longest moment she kept her eyes pinned to his naked chest. Her makeup was as perfect as ever, but the puffiness around her eyes was impossible to ignore.
“What happened last night… I have not planned for this.”
Mike watched her with a frown, unsure if they were still playing or not. He licked his lips, choosing his words carefully. “Sometimes things evolve as you go along… You said so yourself.”
Momma rubbed her forehead, leaving a trace of flour across it. “Yes, but that wasn�
�t the plan. I broke my own rules, and I don’t know what’s going to happen now.”
Mike reached out to stroke her hand. “Is this for real, or is this distressed Momma needing a good long fuck to soothe her nerves?”
Momma swallowed hard, watching him with her lips tightly pressed together. “It’s for real, Mike. I don’t know what to do. Maybe you shouldn’t stay here anymore...”
He suddenly regretted coming to the kitchen half-naked. “But…but we had fun, right? It was super-hot.”
She chewed on her bottom lip and pushed back the long hair. “Yes...but it was wrong. I shouldn’t have agreed to it. This kind of thing only ever breaks my heart in the end.”
The words were a shard of glass scraped over Mike’s skin. “But you love this kind of thing. The whole mom-son kink. I mean, it took me by surprise, but it’s so hot. You’ve got such a wicked kinky mind.” He dared a smile and stroked her wrist.
Momma’s Adam’s apple bobbed slowly as she glanced at their hands. “Perhaps. But it was meant as only play. Last night was different. It’s been so long since I’ve been with anyone.”
Mike gently entwined their fingers. “That’s okay, I understand. Did you not like it that you’re saying I should go? It’s not…just fucking to me either. I think you’re great. Beautiful. And so sweet but so stern. I love everything about it.”
Slowly, Momma’s hand curled around his, squeezing almost too hard, as if she were holding on for dear life to avoid falling off a cliff. “These clothes, they make me feel beautiful, desirable. I love the nylon squeezing my legs, and the high heels that hurt my feet but also make me wiggle when I walk. It’s hot, but I haven’t shared this interest with anyone. Not this way.”
“Really? How come? What about Richard? Or anyone else. You like discipline, right?”
Momma laughed but there was a bitterness to her voice. “He did like being disciplined, but not by a lady. He resents me for this, and he really did show his true colours when I chose to change my life. I would have understood if he simply wasn’t into it, but he acts as if I’d tricked him somehow.”
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