This is the final chapter of "Jennifer's Surprise". Please read all previous chapters for the full story.
Chapter 7
"Fuck my ass,"
Jennifer Smith was whimpering aloud, breathing and biting into the soft pillow beneath her head. The 39 year old glasses-wearing assistant sales-director, wife, and mother of two was positioned on her marital bed on hands and knees with her perfectly shaped ass in the air. Her husband Tim was sitting in a chair in the corner pumping his own meat, and her 19 year old son Mark was sitting on his knees behind her, about to insert his 8 incher into the only orifice belonging to this mother that he hadn't taken yet.
Mark had been fucking his mother in the presence of his father ever since that day earlier in the week when they had surprised Jennifer with the fulfillment of one of her greatest fantasies. The young man and his mom had been living out their fantasies in the subsequent days while Tim stayed clear for the most part.
There were short periods during the days that Jennifer thought about how it had come to this. It was not too long ago, after all, that she and her husband barely had what could be called a successful marriage. Their sex life had gotten to be virtually non-existent.
Was it this fact, perhaps, that initiated Jennifer to start paying attention to the physical development of her son? Was it her need for sexual release, and not getting it from her husband during the past few years, that had made the brunette watch her son with an eye that was not altogether 'motherly'? It was about a year ago that Jennifer had made herself cum deliberately whilst thinking about her son. She had been feeling guilty for a short period after that. But it wouldn't stop her from repeating it, until finally she stopped feeling guilty altogether about fantasizing about, and masturbating to thoughts of having sex with her boy.
After some heavy arguments and an emotional breakdown, Jennifer and Tim had finally gotten their issues out in the open, and the process of repairing their marriage had begun. To both their delight, the love they felt in the beginning came back in spades, and their bond became even more intimate than it ever was.
When their mutual trust was earned back again, they had been revealing their innermost sexual fantasies and their sex life had never been better.
Despite the fact that their marriage was back to being the way it used to be, and their bedroom antics fresh and revived, Jennifer did not stop having her secret fantasies. The gates had been opened, and there was no turning back. The mother was happier than she'd ever been the moment she had revealed her secret incestuous fantasies to Tim, and found out that rather than having a problem with it, it turned him on to no end. It felt like a big wave of liberation crashing over her.
In a declaration of sorts of his love for his wife, Tim had secretly been working on gauging his son on the subject of taboo love, and subsequently preparing Mark to fulfill his mother's fantasies. The rest is history.
Mark had been jerking off thinking about doing his very own mother for years. Ever since the boy had gotten into the rhythm of masturbating and fantasizing, images of his mother started running through his mind. He had always loved her dearly, but his mother's physical beauty also never went unnoticed with him. When sexual imagery started playing a part in his teenage life, he started noticing the curves of her body. His sister's body didn't exactly go unnoticed either, but it was his mother that did the trick more than anything.
He would pay attention in ways unbecoming a son, to the shape of her tits behind her shirts and sweaters, and at some point even her bra when he caught her coming out of the bathroom in just her underwear. That instance was the single greatest moment of his teenage years, as Jennifer's nipples were hard and were poking clearly through the material. Outside of seeing her tits bared, there was no way he would have gotten a better view of her fleshy boobs.
Her ass didn't go unnoticed either. He would pay close attention to it when she would wiggle it while walking by, or when it was flattened as she sat down on a chair. At those moments, there was nothing he wanted more but to lay his hand on the seat of the chair, palm up, and feel his mother sit her soft rump down right on his upturned hand.
There was basically nothing about his mother that went unnoticed from that period on. The shape of her tits and ass, even if covered by clothing, were enough to stimulate his hottest fantasies. The clothes she wore could add spice to them, especially when she decided to go to work wearing skirts and nylon stockings. He would have given anything to see his mother in those hot looking lingerie things. Those garter belts with the stockings attached to it with elastic bands.
She could lick her lips and Mark would wonder how it would feel if she licked his lips instead. His fantasies about his mother turned gorgeous women that wear glasses and have their hair in a bun into a fetish or sorts. Thanks to his mother he would always find women like that hot somehow; the mousy-yet-good looking librarian types.
As the years of his teenage-dom passed by, he had also learned to sneak into his parents' bedroom, particularly when they were out of the house. He would look around and invade their privacy by checking out the cabinets and closet. He hit the jackpot one day when he found his mother's vibrator in a box in the back of the closet.
His entire body trembling with excitement and suspense, he imagined the white object being shoved in and out of his mother's cunt. The surface pushing in the ridge of her vaginal opening, and making her labia wrap around the rod as she pushed the vibrating fuck stick into her wet, sucking hole. And then the surface of the vibrator, pulling the rim of her pussy-opening outward, and her labia moving aside again, as she pulled the buzzing cunt-poker out of her hairy snatch. In his mind, Mark could see his mother lying on her bed completely naked, wearing nothing but her glasses, her brown curly hair spread out on the pillow, and panting. She would squeeze a tit with one hand, twisting the dark, stiff nipple of it between thumb and index finger. And with the vibrator in her other hand, she would fuck herself hard and fast; the buzzing fuck-stick making squelching sounds as it slipped in and out of the hair framed slit. She would spread her luscious legs wide and pull her knees up toward her tits, thus exposing her whole crotch, from her knotted clit to her dark, wrinkled asshole twitching in the crack between her soft ass-globes. Her toes would curl as she would wrap both hands around the humming tool to poke it mercilessly into her sucking, sloshing twat. Her tits would be caught between her stretched arms and bulge outward, the nipples stiffer than normal. A grimace of self absorbed lust would take over her pretty face. The contrast between the 'librarian' look of his mother, and the expression on her face would be great. A beautiful, yet somewhat nerdy looking woman, and hot, masturbating slut both in one body.
In his fantasy, Mark could almost smell it. The smell of his mother's pussy as it was being invaded time and time again by the battery powered sex tool. The scent of a hot, masturbating mother filling her bedroom.
Mark had then wondered if he would be able to smell her; smell his mother, on her electric fuck buddy. He had held the white rod under his nose and although he couldn't compare it to anything he had known, he had smelled something on the thing that sent a shiver down his spine. Could have been more the
idea
of smelling his mother's cunt on the vibrator than the smell itself, but it had made his knees weak nonetheless.
