- What happens when mom and her boy shares bed?-01
- What happens when mom and her boy shares bed?- 02
Rubbing through the panties felt good, but it was more teasing than satisfying. As absurd, and flat out wrong as it was, Cathy decided she needed to get off. It always served to help her sleep, and with another long day on the road coming up, she needed to rest.
Cathy released her breast, and lifting her hips, carefully eased her panties down so she could open her legs wide, the way she liked to when she had her ‘me time’. Watching Caesar she slowly drew her legs up, and pushed her panties over her knees.
She eased her right leg out, but left them around her left, so she could easily find and pull them back up. Just the thought of now being naked from the waist down while being next to Caesar sent a strange, but pleasant feeling through her.
Cathy eased her left leg out and rolled her eyes when it dropped off the edge of the bed, because Caesar had her right on the edge of it. She pulled her leg back up, wondering how she could do this as her right leg was pressed against Caesar.
Another odd wave of heat went through her when she decided to raise her right leg, and gently drape it over Caesar’s. She remained still, seeing if the weight of her leg woke him up. She held her breath when he grumbled something, and his eyes partially opened.
He didn’t seem to be completely awake as his left hand, which had been on his stomach under the covers, moved, resting on her thigh. A shiver went through her at the sensation of his large strong hand on her inner thigh and about a foot away from her pussy.
Caesar closed his eyes, and his breathing remained slow and steady. Relieved. Cathy slipped her hand back between her thighs, amazed at how wet she was and knew it was partly the taboo of doing this so close to her son.
Her middle and ring finger slipped easily into her wet slit, and when she pressed her thumb to her clit, she had to stifle a gasp. Damn, she was wound up. With her arm touching Ceasar’s Cathy didn’t rub herself too hard in fear of the movement waking him.
She closed her eyes and released a long shuddering breath as she worked her hand back under her shirt and captured her swollen nipple. Cathy tried to envision some faceless young stud working her over heated cunt, first fingering, then eating her before stuffing her with the hard cock she desperately needed.
It worked for a minute or so, but her mind strayed to Caesar’s hand on her thigh. She imagined him sliding it further, until he encountered his mother’s wet pussy. It would be his long thick fingers inside her, and she’d moan his name while he drove them into her hard and deep.
He’d make her come, then she’d roll over and ride him. Considering how amazing the rest of his body was, Cathy had no doubt her son would have an amazing cock. Her breathing was getting faster and deeper and her thighs were already quivering.
She straightened her legs, and bent her feet, her toes curling as they always did when she was straining to come. Despite the voice in her mind telling her she shouldn’t be thinking about Caesar, her incestuous thoughts kept flowing.
She imagined being on top of him, her hands on his muscular chest while he was on her tits. Repeatedly driving herself down onto his cock and him moaning ‘oh, mom’ his hips thrusting frantically as his balls prepared to empty into his mother’s…
Cathy stopped, when she realized the narrow cheap bed was shaking. She suppressed a whimper of frustration as she had been so close. She hadn’t thought she was rubbing hard enough to shake even this flimsy mattress.
The bed was still shaking. Her eyes flew open and she looked over at Ceasar. His eyes were closed, but like hers had been, his lips were parted, and he was breathing heavily. Her gaze shifted lower and her eyes widened.
The sheet was moving rapidly up and down, and the visible part of his arm was moving.
Caesar was jerking off!
Talk about a mother like son! Cathy became aware of his hand still resting on her leg moving lightly back and forth, caressing the soft skin of her upper thigh and caressing her soft skin. Her heart raced when she wondered if he were thinking of her while he stroked his cock.
“Honey?” Cathy couldn’t resist. “You okay?”
His hand stopped moving, and he opened his eyes with exaggerated slowness, as he turned to look at her. “Huh?”
“You were shaking, are you okay?” She fought back a smile at the nervous look on his sweaty face.
“Um, yeah.” He nodded, his head bobbing in a jerky motion, and his eyes darting everywhere, but his face.
“You sure? You were making some groaning noises?” She lost the battle and felt her lips curving into a smile. “Bad dream?”
“Yeah, yeah,” he agreed, his head bobbing again. “Bad dream?”
His eyes had stopped moving and were now lingering below her face. Cathy followed his line of sight and saw her nipples poking through the thin material, and with a start she realized her hand was still under her shirt.
“Are you sure it was a bad dream?” Cathy eased her hand from her shirt, the move calling more of his attention to her breasts.
“Yeah why?” His eyes had gone lower, now focusing on where her other hand was still under the sheet.
“Because it looks like you were having a pretty good dream.” She pointed to the tent he was pitching in the sheet. A very large tent.
“Oh, um, shit!” As red as Caesar was from the heat, the flush managed to deepen and his hands went to his crotch, trying to push down what looked like a very persistent erection.
“Then again, unless you jerk off in your sleep, that wasn’t really any kind of dream, was it?”
“What do you mean? I was…scratching myself, must have gotten bit on the leg, and…”
“Honey, are you horny, too?”
“No, I’m…” he stopped as he caught her words. “Too?”
“I’m horny,” she whispered, and even as she spoke, she wondered where she was going with this. “I’m so goddamn horny, Caesar.”
“You are?” He looked like a deer in headlights as he tried to think of something to say.
“I was doing the same thing you were.” Cathy grabbed his wrist under the sheets, and slid it up her thigh, just missing her pussy as she rubbed it over the small patch of damp blonde fuzz on her mound. “I even took my panties off.”
“Shit.” His blue eyes went wide. “I mean, that’s…”
“Hot?” She asked. “It is, isn’t it?”
“Well, maybe if you weren’t my mom.” He responded with the right words, but he didn’t try and move his hand from where it rested just over her clit.
“Did you like mommy’s leg over yours? Is that why you put your hand on my thigh? Were you thinking about me while you stroke your cock?”
The questions came rapid fire, and in a throaty purr she hadn’t used since the last time she’d talked dirty to Reynold. Cathy wasn’t sure what had come over her, but knowing Caesar was masturbating next to her, and possibly to the thought of her having her clit throbbing, and her nipples so hard they were beginning to ache.
“I…” Caesar struggled for an answer, but even as he did his eyes were on her breasts. “Yeah, sorry, mom.”
“You don’t look sorry?” She nodded towards his crotch, then reaching under the sheet, grabbed his cock.
His hard cock. His hard, thick cock!
“Mom!” Caesar gasped, his mouth dropping open and his eyes so wide it would have made her laugh if her focus wasn’t on the impressive pulsing erection in her hand.
“I know, this isn’t right.” Cathy slowly stroked his cock as she spoke, and noted Caesar made no attempt to stop her. “But it’s not right for us to be horny either, is it?”
“I guess not.” Caesar breathed as she worked her hand down to the base of his shaft, and back up to rub her palm over the spongy head of cock. Long too…long and think. Oh God, she was so wet!
“Your father and I haven’t had sex in months, and he hasn’t gotten me off in two years.” Cathy spoke softly as she continued to pump his cock. “That’s not fair.”
“Um, TMI?” he joked nervously, but still made no move to stop his mother from jerking him off.
“And you’re such a good-looking young man, and I bet very good on his girlfriend. Not fair for you to be so horny that your mother’s leg on yours gets you going.”
“No,” he was breathing harder and his eyes were now on the sheet moving up and down. “Not fair.”
“Hmm, let’s see what we have here.” Cathy drew her leg up and kicked the sheet away, exposing them from the waist down.
Caesar had pushed his boxers down a few inches, and the sight of his huge cock in her hand, caused a wave of wet heat between her thighs. She’d been right, his cock was as beautiful as the rest of him.
And his balls, big and full. So full he needed to get off even with his mother next to him.
“Oh, honey, that is one fine cock.” She sucked on her lower lip. “It’s a goddamn sin that you have to jerk it off.” She stroked him faster and the moan he emitted had her thighs trembling.
“Mom, you shouldn’t be doing that.” He finally managed a protest.
“Doesn’t this feel better than doing it yourself?” Cathy squeezed his cock just below the tip, getting another groan from him and a squirt of pre-cum flowing down her fingers as a reward.
“Yeah,” he moaned in agreement as she worked her hand around his dripping tip, getting her palm wet. When she resumed jerking him, her now slick hand glided along his shaft.
“It would feel a lot better for me too.” She pushed his hand between her thighs. “Feel how wet your mother is. Her poor little pussy needs attention, baby, and it would be so much more fun if you did it.”
“I…but…” he blinked as if wondering if he were dreaming. “What about Dad?”
Cathy grinned. The fact she was her mother didn’t seem to matter to him anymore, he was worried about getting in trouble.
“He’ll never know, honey. This will just be our little secret. It’s not like we’re having sex. I’ll give you a nice hand job, to help you relax and go to sleep, and you’ll finger me while you play with my clit. Make your mother come nice and hard.”
“Well…”
“Please, baby?” She looked up at him through her eyelids then slid her hand down his shaft, and cupping his balls gave them a squeeze. “Mommy really needs to come and so do you.”