Jackson Collingsworth tossed and turned all night. His mind kept spinning about what had transpired between him and his Momma when he was home from school for Christmas break. The few times they had spoken since she seemed a bit distant. He wondered if she would act as if nothing happened between them; more importantly, he wondered if she wanted to continue what they started.
This was the first night back home after graduating from Riverside Military Academy a few days prior. Graduation wasn't going to be held for a few weeks. He and his folks would be heading to Gainesville, Ga. for the ceremony. His step-father, Mason insisted that he enjoy the summer before leaving to attend college in the fall. Jackson had every intention to do just that.
The sun was just about to rise when Jackson rolled out of bed. He rummaged through his bags trying to find a pair of compression running shorts, socks and his running shoes. He slipped on the shorts and glanced at himself in the mirror. He loved the way they showcased his ample package. He would often get stares from both girls and guys when he ran around the college campus.
He went into the bathroom and splashed some water on his face, gave his teeth a quick brushing, put on his shoes and socks and headed out the front door for a morning run. The air was already thick and humid; it was going to be another hot day in Savannah.
His mother, Charlotte, had just gotten out of bed and was slipping on her silk robe when she heard the front door slam. She walked over to the window and glanced down to see Jackson stretching on the front walk before his run. She couldn't help but notice how much he looked like Roy, the ranch hand that had taken her virginity when she was just an innocent young girl.
Jackson was almost the spitting image of Roy. Standing at over 6 feet tall, Jackson had the same coal black hair and crystal blue eyes as Roy. He also shared the same athletic build, soft coat of black chest hair and impressive endowment.
Charlotte felt a tingle of excitement in her pussy as she watched Jackson bend and stretch from her bedroom window. She glanced at the bed where her husband of 15 years lay sleeping. He was snoring softly and she knew he would not wake up for at least another hour. She turned her attention back to the window to find Jackson doing a set of lunges and she could clearly see the outline of his hardening cock.
She licked her finger and starting to slowly finger her pussy. Thoughts of Roy and Jackson were swirling around in her head. She inserted another finger into her pussy and feverishly fucked herself.
Jackson was now doing pushups against a wrought iron bench. She could see the sweat glistening on his back Charlotte watched as his body went up and down wishing she was underneath him; feeling his hard cock deep inside her pussy. She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip letting out a little demure squeak as she brought herself to an orgasm. She slipped her finger into her mouth tasting the sweetness of her pussy.
Glancing out the window again, she could see Jackson running down the street. Mason was still sleeping soundly as she sat at her vanity and brushed her hair and applied a coat of lipstick. Charlotte felt a pang of guilt, how could she be thinking such thoughts about her own son. Brushing it off, she checked herself once more in the mirror and then headed downstairs to the kitchen to start breakfast.
As soon as Charlotte left the room Mason threw the covers aside exposing his raging hard cock. Watching his wife finger herself to an orgasm while thinking about her son was a big turn on for him. He suspected that Charlotte had desires for Jackson but now he had proof.
Mason also had a strong suspicion that Jackson was lusting after his Momma. Wanting to gather his thoughts; Mason quickly dressed and snuck down the back stairs. He jumped into his '59 Cadillac and drove off.
From the kitchen, Charlotte heard the roar of the Cadillac engine as is rolled down the driveway. She glanced out the window and shook her head, "He is always tinkering with one of those antique cars."
As Jackson ran down the historic streets of Savannah, thoughts of his Momma filled his head. He could not stop thinking of the intimate kiss they shared on Christmas Day. He could still feel the softness of her lips on his, her delicate tongue entering his mouth, the soft moans they shared between them. His head was spinning as he ran.
He tried to block it out but he could still smell his Momma's perfume and feel her painted fingernails as they tickled his swollen member through his dress pants. He wondered how far it would have gone if Mason's sister Addie hadn't walked into the room and given them that disapproving look.
His body was drenched in sweat as he ran past the well-manicured homes; his cock was rock hard and leaking pre-cum; he had to get some relief. It was still early but the sun was blazing brightly in the sky, he entered the park; there weren't any cars in the parking lot.
The restroom smelled musty and of stale piss, it brought him back to his youth and the countless number of times he would jerk off in this very same restroom. Jackson stepped into a stall and unleashed his hard cock from his compression shorts; he no sooner pointed his cock towards the old metal urinal and started to stroke it when he heard someone else enter the restroom.
He stood still for a moment and then he heard someone enter the adjoining stall; glancing over he sees a finger poke through the glory hole beckoning for his cock. His first thought was to stuff his hard cock back into his shorts and leave but his horniness and need to shoot a load got the best of him. Having been sucked off by a few guys at the Academy, he always took the attitude that a mouth was just a mouth, didn't 'matter if it belonged to a girl or a guy, especially when you need to get off.
Upon slipping his hard member through the glory hole he felt a soft set of hands gently stroke the length of his cock; then a wet tongue followed the same path, licking the underside of his cock from base to tip, eventually running across his piss slit and lapping up a big glob of pre-cum.
Jackson let out a soft moan and the mouth on the other side of the partition swallowed his throbbing meat. As the mouth slid up and down his shaft he knew he would not last long. Thoughts of his Momma ran through his head, he imagined her soft lips wrapped around his cock; that thought was all it took and his cock head began to swell, he was close to shooting.
Wanting to give warning to the mouth he yelled, "I'm gonna cum."
The mouth clamped tighter around his cock like a vice and sucking harder; the first load of cum shot out, then another and a third. The mouth swallowed every drop and then released Jackson's cock from his mouth; squeezing the base to extract every last drop of cum out of his balls.
After the mouth finished licking his cock clean, Jackson stuffed his softening cock back into his shorts and continued his run back home. By the time he reached the front door his cock was rock hard once again.
As he opened the door he thought, "It doesn't matter what Momma wants, I know what I need to do and that is that."
Charlotte was in the kitchen whipping up a batch of Jackson's favorite buttermilk biscuits. She couldn't keep her mind off of her son or the feeling of excitement that was running through her body. Her attraction to Jackson had grown even stronger since Christmas. He was no longer a boy; he was now a handsome virile man.
