Author's notes and disclaimers:
This story is an original work and contains themes of incest and reluctance. If these offend, feel free to read something else. All characters are 18 years or older.
To everyone who offered their comments and feedback-Thank You! That you took the time and effort to do so means a lot.
Special Thanks to Teknight for being my editor. Your help is deeply appreciated.
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Jimmy yawned hard. It felt like he could dislocate his jaw. Then he did it again. After he and his buddies had finished watching the baseball game the previous evening, they had hooked up with a few friends and eventually ended up at a house party near the college campus. Though there had been beer in abundance, Jimmy had opted out as 'designated driver' and spent most of the party dancing with one fine-ass co-ed after another. He'd even managed to pull some digits, with the prospect of several dates with some very attractive girls.
Finally, his dry spell looked like it might end. In the last few months of high school there had been a number of girls who had been interested in him, but none of those held his interest. They had all been too vapid, too self centered, too slutty, too something or another that he didn't like. The girls he had been interested in weren't available or hadn't been interested in him.
He yawned again. The coffee would be ready soon. He'd rolled in by 2 am, his new curfew, but hadn't been able to sleep much. Last night his parents had been in a sexual frenzy, his mother screaming and yelling from orgasm to orgasm so loudly that he'd considered sleeping in his sister's room which was father from his parents' bedroom, as she had gone camping that weekend. At first, Jimmy had been so worried that he'd knocked on their door. He was surprised when his mom had opened it a few moments later and stepped into the hallway, wearing nothing but a sheer bed robe, so thin that even in the dim light he could clearly see the enticing curves of her body. She assured him that she and her father were both just fine, and that she would try to keep the noise down. She then surprised the shit out of him by letting her robe fall open, the pressing herself against his body in a fierce hug, and then, to top it all off, she had kissed him square and full on the lips, sucking on his lower lip briefly before telling him to go to bed.
He went to bed, but sleep was impossible after that. Like many boys, many of his earliest masturbation fantasies had been about his mom. Sheryl was beautiful and kept herself fit. Saying that she was still attractive would be inaccurate. Still attractive implies that a peak was reached and passed. The curvy red head was more attractive now than ever. The few lines on her delicate face only enhanced her beauty, when they showed at all. Her body was a combination of hard muscle and soft sensual curves that porn starlets would kill for. His friends had all dubbed her 'MILF-Queen' his freshman year. The next year her name had been circulated on many of the unofficial polls that went through his high school, and she'd topped the list again and again and again. She was hot and Jimmy knew it. That she'd revealed her body to him, before giving him an un-motherly good night kiss, and the fact that she was noisily, shamelessly enjoying what seemed like never ending sex, had Jimmy jerk himself to five different orgasms before he fell into a restless slumber.
He woke up about eight, pulled from sleep by his still throbbing erection. He jerked off again, finally blowing a load and thus allowing his cock to soften enough that he could pee. Then he padded into the kitchen to start the coffee. He sat at the breakfast table yawning, waiting for the coffee to be done brewing. He nodded off a little, which is why he didn't hear his mother come in.
"Good morning, sweetie. Oohh, you made coffee, what a good boy you are, baby," she purred, rousing him to wakefulness as she hugged him from behind, her breasts pressing against his head. She nibbled his ear before cooing into it "I hope I wasn't too loud last night, getting fucked by your father." Standing, she went to a cabinet, fetching three mugs. Sheryl had gotten the milk from the fridge and was pouring it into his cup before Jimmy realized she was wearing the same robe as the night before, that the robe was again open, and in the golden morning light streaming though the kitchen windows, did more to highlight her naked form than being fully nude.
Her words registered in Jimmy's head. "Getting fucked? What the hell?"
"You take milk, no sugar, right, baby boy?" Sheryl asked as she handed over a mug.
"Uh, sure, mom, thanks," Jimmy managed after a few seconds.
Sheryl smiled to herself. The first part of her plan would be too easy. She sat down on Jimmy's lap, straddling him, the robe having slipped from her shoulders leaving her nearly fully exposed to her son. "You didn't say 'Good morning', Jimmy, don't you love you old mom?"
"Uh, yeah, I love you, but..."
"Then give mommy a proper good morning kiss, sweetheart!" Sheryl cut him off, putting her hands on either side of her son's face and firmly planting her lips on his. Jimmy's brain, having started the day in a fog, went into total meltdown. His body, unconcerned with the lack of direction from the forebrain, switched to autopilot, reacting instinctually when Sheryl's lips parted slightly and her tongue pushed its way into his mouth. His mouth opened, their kiss deepened as their tongues danced and dueled. His strong muscular arms wrapped around his mother's body, pulling her close. She rubbed herself on his crotch feeling his cock hardening against her pussy through the thin fabric of his boxers. The thought ran through her mind that her son was at least as large as, if not larger than, his father.
Sheryl broke the kiss and stood up and his fully engorged dick sprung up, slipping through the fly of his boxers, its bulbous mushroom head brushing her puffy swollen outer labia. Looking down at his erection, she uttered with a small moan "Oh, I think you might be even bigger than your father." Shifting her hips, Sheryl sat down again, her juicy pussy lips slowly surrounding his pulsating shaft, slipping down its length and sliding over her engorged clit.
Straddling his lap once again, Sheryl pressed herself into her son, feeling his cock trapped between them, mashing her ample breasts into his well muscled chest. "You still haven't said 'Good morning'," she whispered.
"Uh, good morning," he replied, breathlessly, his brain engaging slowly through the fog of hormones addling it.
"Do you like this, saying 'Good morning' this way, sweetie?"
"Uh..."
"I can tell you like it, sweetheart. I can tell you like it a lot. Would you like to say 'Good morning' to mommy like this every day?"
"Uh, sure."
"How would you like mommy to tell you if your cock is the biggest one she's ever had inside her?"
"Mom?"
"Do you want to put that beautiful cock inside my pussy? Would you like to fuck your mommy with that horse cock? Fuck your mommy until she cums all over your big dick? Fuck my pussy until you shoot your hot cum deep inside? Would you like that, baby? Do you want to give me a nice good morning fuck everyday?"
Jimmy was in total meltdown. He had to be dreaming.
Yeah.
