Jessica and Caleb have a unique mother/son relationship. They are loving son, doting mother and longtime kinky lovers.
WARNING!
This story contains incest, anal sex, lesbianism, bisexuality and probably a few other kinks and perversions. If
ANY
of these offend you, move on!
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The strident sound of the doorbell pulled 30 year old Caleb Moore from a sound sleep. Groggy, he sat up in bed and wiped the sleep from his eyes. He fumbled in the darkness for his cell phone. The display said it was 2:30 am. "Who the fuck is that," he grumbled?
The bell rang again as he sat up on the side of the bed. "Okay! Okay! I'm coming," he yelled at the door. Since he usually slept naked, he grabbed his mid thigh silk robe from the back of the overstuffed chair in his large bedroom and tied it loosely.
He stretched, his hands above his head, as he made his way from his bedroom with its waist high walls, through the open plan living area of his lakefront home to the front door. He half expected who it was. Still, he sighed with resignation when he opened the door. His mother was leaning on the door sill preparing to ring the bell again.
"Mom! What the hell? It's 2:30 am!"
Forty eight year old Jessica Adams swayed drunkenly as she blearily eyed her tall muscular son. His skin had a light permanent tan, the result of having a White father. She pushed past him in a miasma of Creed Royal Mayfair perfume, gin and the faint odor of marijuana. Her Oscar De La Renta classic sheath cocktail dress in a gradient ombré hugged her full hips. It was sleeveless with the hem stopping fashionably just above the knee. Her matching strappy 4" CFM heels clicked unevenly as she stumbled across his hardwood floor. Her carefully manicured toe and finger nails were painted a pearlescent pink.
Ruefully, Caleb shook his head as he watched the soft sway of his mother's hips as she moved past him and into his living room. He marveled at the miracles a Brazilian butt lift, breast augmentation and other surgical nips and tucks did for his mother's body and face.
Her D cup breasts and round sensual ass were proportional at 38". Her 28" waist gave her an overall hourglass figure. Her triangular face was smooth and unlined with wide set eyes, and fashionable bee stung lips. Typical of her Creole heritage, her complexion was coffee latte... with lots of latte!
"I just left him! He just doesn't understand me darling."
"Who doesn't understand you?' Caleb followed his mother as she walked over to his bar.
"Sergio! Who else! I need a drink!"
Jessica, never Jessie, had a penchant for young men with foreign sound names. She collected them like she had her three husbands. They were like accessories to finish off a designer dress as she made the rounds of the cocktail parties, charity events, and the other activities of the idle rich. Her wealth was the result of generous settlements with her ex-husbands.
"Mom, you don't need anything else to drink!" He leaned over and inhaled. "Or smoke! Where is Sergio?"
She sat at the bar and crossed her legs unladylike with one ankle on her knee. She wore black patterned nylons. He caught a glimpse of mauve lace panties. Around her son she dropped her sophisticated airs. She became what she was: a bayou urchin with a huge sexual appetite and a magnet for wealthy men.
"Sergio? OH! Sergio! I left him at a cocktail party! He just doesn't understand me! Fix me a dry martini! Nobody makes them like you do!"
"Mom, the last thing you need is...!"
"Please, baby, please!" Jessica pouted using her little girl voice. She scooted forward on the stool, her arms extended. Her dress road up, barely covering her nether regions.
Caleb sighed, stepped between her outstretched arms and embraced his inebriated mother.
"I'm going to call you an Uber and send you home!" He broke the embrace, stepped back, and pulled his cell phone from the pocket of his robe.
Jessica slid off the stool. Her dress slid up around her waist. Caleb paused dialing. He could see her lace sheer panties covered a bald pussy.
"When did you get rid of the landing strip?"
"Do you like my pussy bald?" She held the hem of her dress up with one hand and pulled the gusset of her panties to the side. Her butterfly labia gleamed wetly. "I decided to get a bikini wax!"
Caleb stopped dialing and walked over to where his mother stood leaning against the barstool. He cupped pussy, his index finger slipped between her folds. He wriggled it around then took it out, stuck it in his mouth, sucked her juices off his fingers then offered his finger to her to finish. With a lopsided drunken grin, Jessica took her son's finger in her mouth and sensuously sucked it. Their eyes were locked on each other.
"Mom, you know I just love your pussy!"
"Mmm! You naughty boy!" She leaned forward and cupped her son's cock through his robe, running her open palm over it. "Now fix me that drink!"
He sighed and walked behind the bar. He poured gin into the shaker along with ice. Caleb looked at his mother leaning on the end of the bar. Her dress was still up around her waist, her butterfly pussy lips gleaming wetly. He smiled at her, whispered vermouth over the shaker, stirred it and poured her drink.
"While you drink that, I'll call an Uber for you."
Jessica took a sip of her drink. "Aww pooh! You're no fun! Why can't I stay here tonight?"
"Mom, that would be the fourth time this month. You're practically living here."
She looked at him and smiled. "Would that be so bad?"
"Yes, it would! We agreed years ago to live our separate lives. Lately, I've become your booty call! Every time you get drunk, or break up with a boyfriend or both, you come here and we fuck."