"Oh yes, Wes! Come inside me!" Jazz screamed. "Come inside my cunt!"
Jazmine Smith or as she preferred Jazz, was the young single mother of Weston. The looks of the very pretty 34 year old with shoulder length, fine blond hair hadn't changed much when she had her son just over 18 years ago. She foolishly got lead on by an older, hormone infested boy who convinced her to give him her virginity.
"No honestly, Jazz. There is no way for you to get pregnant when you are a virgin." He told the young teen. What he told her was true. She couldn't get pregnant if she remained a virgin but once he popped her...
The boy's family covertly moved away after that. They pretended to go on vacation but never came back. Weston was born into and raised by Jazz's family; her father Dave and mother Marissa. When Dave and Marissa were killed in a head-on collision and with any other relative unwilling to help, Jazz had no choice but to raise Weston on her own.
Jazz and Weston moved away from the small town they were in to a larger city where Jazz got work as a bartender hoping for bigger money. The small little, cheap, two story townhouse they lived in was all she could afford. Jazz did her best to provide Wes. In return, Wes helped his mother as much as he could. He did well in school and as a star athlete, was hoping to get a sport scholarship so his mother wouldn't have to pay for his higher education.
Weston was about 16 when he had his big grow spurt. He went from a fit boy to a strapping youth. At 17, Wes stood about six-one, one hundred-ninety five pounds. That summer, when Jazz saw him in helping out in the teeny garden in just his shorts, she noticed how built he was with broad shoulders, a six pack and strong legs.
One Saturday, Jazz returned from grocery shopping and found Wes sitting in the living room playing some Xbox with a couple of his team mates.
"Hi Tim and Gerry!" Jazz smiled at the young teens. "Wes, I bought some sodas if you guys get thirsty."
As Jazz went to the kitchen, she overheard Gerry say, "You're mom's hot!"
Tim whispered, "Yeah, wow! She's a real MILF!"
"Would you guys shut up!" Wes glared at his pals. "She's my mother you know!"
Jazz smiled to herself. Not sure if it was because the two teenagers thought she was still hot or the fact that her son defended her honour. She went to upstairs to her bedroom to change. Stripped naked and standing in front of her full length mirror, her baby blues looked at her own reflection. While she was no longer as slim as she once was, Jazz was very attractive. She cupped and cradled her 35 C breasts and pinched her raspberry sized nipples. Her hands slid down over her belly noting she still done little to rid her remaining pregnancy weight. A hand continued downward to her smoothly shaven pussy and found her slit already wet. A finger easily slipped inside.
Jazz turned her back to the mirror and looked at her bum. It was still the smooth, tight, round butt she had as a teen. Her legs were still strong and shapely. When she wore stockings and garters, they would drop every man to their knees.
"Mom! The guys and I are..." Weston's head popped around the open bedroom door. When he saw his naked mother, he pulled back out. "Oh! Sorry, I..."
Jazz quickly grabbed something to cover herself. "Uh... It's okay, Wes. I should have closed my door. What did you want?"
"Um... the guys and I are going to shoot some hoops. I'll be back later." Weston mumbled back and quickly ran downstairs. "Bye!"
Jazz was totally embarrassed that her son had seen her without clothes. Then she felt driplets roll down her inner thigh. "Gawd, I'm so wet! Good thing he didn't catch me fingering."
The tingling between Jazz's thighs refused to cease. She opened the drawer on her night table and pulled out her 6-inch cock-shaped vibrator. She jumped on her bed and pushed the toy between her spread legs and into her hot, soppy hole.
Later that afternoon, Weston had returned home alone. His shirt and shorts were soaked with his stinky sweat and planned to have a shower. He pushed his wet shorts to his ankles and kicked them off. Jazz was in her bedroom gathering her dirty clothes. "Wes, I'm doing laundry. Let me have your wash."
Weston did not hear his mother call out as he struggled to pull the soaking wet, sticky tee over his chest and head. Jazz pushed his slightly ajar bedroom door open. "Wes! Did you hear me? I'm doing a wash..."
The shirt was stuck over his head as he turned to the voice. Jazz's stared at his cut body. Her mouth dropped when she saw his cock. It was thick and uncut; hanging about beautiful eight inches. She just stood there staring.