Josh and his mom explore more of their fantasies, including some light BDSM.
Many thanks to JordanJohnson for his editing assistance.
Constructive feedback is always welcome.
Enjoy, Turbidus
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With only three days remaining before high school would be in the rearview mirror all I could think about was last night. All I could dream about was the night to come. The way Janice, Mom, had come with my fingers in her pussy, dildo in her ass and my tongue on her clit looped through my mind on repeat.
The only time the fog lifted was during Ms. Lang's class. I sat in the same spot, slouched, and did my best to keep her eyes darting to my crotch. She usually loved to rattle on about whatever topic struck her fancy.
Today, she passed out another worksheet. My aversion to not doing well on an assignment warred with the image of Mom riding my cock, reverse cowgirl style, while Ms. Lang licked Mom's clit and my cock.
I attempted to feel guilty over fantasizing about my lover with another woman, but failed. The images were just too fucking hot.
My last period was free. I asked Jeff for a ride home. He was happy to blow off his last class,
Adv Strength Training
.
I texted mom, letting her know I had a ride home. She texted back she was still catching up from not coming in on Monday, and might be late.
Perfect.
I threw together a meatloaf and put it in the oven. While the meatloaf was cooking I slid a pan of Brussel sprouts, tossed in garlic, red-pepper flakes and olive oil alongside it to roast. Add a tossed salad and supper was taken care of.
I jumped in the shower. I freaked myself out a little, soaping my butt. It wasn't that I spent more time doing it than usual, but I was more aware of what I was doing, what I was touching. Does having your butt played with feel good? Mom said it did. I wondered, if I thought it felt good, did that mean I was not as hetero as I told myself?
"Josh, I'm home," Mom called through the bathroom door.
I turned the shower off.
"I'm done. You shower while I finish supper. It should be almost done."
I heard her move on to her bedroom. I toweled myself dry. I left the bathroom with my cock hard and pointing to the sky. Mom stood just outside the bathroom door, waiting to enter.
I gave her a quick peck on the cheek, grabbed a hand towel to sit on and headed to the kitchen. I donned the apron. My hardon rubbed maddeningly, and more than a little uncomfortably, against the fabric.
Not to be outdone, Mom sauntered into the kitchen, naked and luscious, spread her own towel on a chair and sat down. I opened a beer and handed it to her. I sat the meatloaf and Brussel sprouts atop the two trivets I had placed on the table, along with the bowl of salad. I fetched a beer for myself and sat down to eat.
The meal passed in silence. We were both too lost in our thoughts to engage in idle chitchat. I opened a second beer. Mom refrained from commenting. I had read that alcohol inhibited sexual performance. Given the state of my cock and libido, I was not concerned.
While Mom did the dishes, I sat at one end of the sofa, leaning against the arm, one foot on the floor, the other leg bent and resting on the seat of the sofa. I was able to focus on the TV enough that my cock softened. Slightly. At least until Mom joined me on the sofa.
My lower belly was wet, and precum dangled and dripped. Call me weird but it was strangely pretty the way the strand of fluid caught the flickering light from the television.
I had decided I would not be the one to break down and suggest we go to the bedroom and do what we both dreamed of.
Mom must have had the same thought.
Time passed. Normally, she would be in bed by now. Still, she sat there, trying to pretend to watch TV.
I would stroke my cock every so often, though it increased the ache in my balls. I kept my eyes on the TV.
The evening news ended. Jimmy Fallon came on. Still, we sat.
I yawned.
"You're teasing me," Mom protested. Her first words since supper.
"Why, whatever do you mean?" I asked, using my best Val Kilmer,
'
Doc' Holliday accent from
Tombstone
. The movie was marginal at best but Val Kilmer owned the role of 'Doc'.
"You know exactly what I mean, Joshua," she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.
I rose and moved to stand in front of the sofa. I leaned over and rested one hand on the back of the sofa near her shoulder.
"I thought you wanted to watch me jerk off?"
"You know I do, so why are you just sitting there?"
I leaned closer. "I don't know. I was worried you might have changed your mind?" I whispered.
"I haven't," she whispered back.
"Then ask, Janice. Mom. Ask for me to stroke my cock for you."
She swallowed hard, so hard I could hear it.
"Stroke your cock for me, Josh. Your big, gorgeous, cock. Show, me."
I stepped back and offered her my hand. She took it and I led her to our bedroom.
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As I have mentioned before, the house I grew up in was older and smaller. The bedroom I now thought of as
ours
had room for only one chair, and that was a small one. It was an old dining room chair, repurposed. I moved it from the corner of the room to the wall facing the foot of the bed.
I put a pillow on the wooden seat and over the pillow a towel. I had learned my lesson regarding bodily fluids and pillows last night. I planned on mom's pussy being soaked. The pillow was to protect her bottom. The towel was to protect the pillow.
She watched, curious but silent.
"Sit down please," I instructed.
She sat down. Without asking, I opened the drawer I knew contained her under things. From the drawer I removed four pairs of her panty hose.
"May I see your hand, please?"
She held out her hand. I took it and moved to the back of the chair. "Is that hurting your arm or shoulder?"
"No," she whispered.
I loosely tied her wrist to the back of the chair.
