Hello again! I was trying to stay on a weekly schedule with these releases but a cold forced me to delay. Rather that than push something out before I had time to be happy with it. And I am, reasonably so. My last story went over quite well so I sort of hope this one will too. Though I'll probably take a bit of a break from non-con/forced after this, it seems people enjoy that stuff so I'll undoubtedly return to the theme eventually. I do enjoy writing the stories, after all.

This particular story had been on my mind for quite a while. Years, in fact, and it was a wild time finally having the energy and inspiration to write it. It feels so good to get a story out of your head and down in words. So without further ado, here's my next incest story:

A Mother's Plight, A Son's Burden

Jake and his mom had always had it difficult. They lived in a small, three room-apartment though the third room, Jake's, was little more than a glorified closet. Their landlord had always been a bit of an asshole who tried to extort 'favors' in return for his services. His mother would have none of that so in return, the barest minimum was ever done to their apartment; their dishwasher had been broken for six months, the shower leaked and one of the windows in Jocelyn's room didn't close all the way so they'd have to jury rig a plug out of old blankets so she wouldn't freeze to death in the winter.

Not that anyone else in the complex had a much nicer apartment. They lived on the wrong side of the rails, as it were, and even then, his mother barely scraped in enough income on her librarian salary to make ends meet. What little she saved monthly was reserved for a rainy-day fund and the lack of a college fund on Jake weighed on her constantly. At this rate, there'd be no college or he'd have to put himself in debt to get that degree.

The father had been gone since the day after Jake was born. They'd receive a check in the mail every now and then but that was it as far as father figures were concern. His mother had tried to meet someone else but at her age and social status, it was practically impossible to find anyone who was willing to take on a single mother and her newly minted teenage son living in poverty.

Jocelyn had been 44 when she was confirmed to be pregnant, 45 when Jake was born. The doctors had advised she terminate the pregnancy but she'd been trying all her life with no luck so she considered Jake little less than a miracle. Even the father had tried to convince her to have an abortion which should've been a red flag.

Despite all of that, they were happy most of the time. Jake had realized early that life hadn't dealt him a very good hand and so he'd learned to play as best he could. The library had become his best friend at an early age, developing sophisticated reading skills quickly, and the old computer a friend of his mother's had wanted to throw away had been a gold mine of old software that he could play around with, learning to program in the process.

And he had friends. Though few, he considered each one of them very close even if he didn't invite them over very often. He'd even had a girlfriend who loved coming over as often as she could. Despite breaking up, they were still very close and she was the only one who he regularly met at home rather than out in public spaces.

His mother always said he could have the pick of the girls at the school if he just tried a bit more. And she wasn't entirely wrong, her son was a quite handsome dog by all accounts. The lack of a car in the family had meant he either walked or biked everywhere from an early age, something that eventually developed into a love for jogging. He had the body of a runner, muscular but still sleek. Like his mother, and father according to her, he was gray all over and had bright, blue eyes.

On the flip side, Jocelyn wasn't what you'd call a model, she never had been. She'd been short and squat all her life and with age came a fair bit of fat around the waist. Her eyes had once been as blue as her son's but now they had dulled somewhat and her fur had become coarse and unwieldy. What breasts she had had never recovered after nursing her son and were drooping alarmingly according to herself. It was as if her employment as a librarian had changed her to fit the cliché but if you went back and looked at old photos, it wasn't difficult to trace her development.

Neither of them wore particularly nice clothes, relying mostly on hand-me-downs, secondhand shops and the occasional gift. Jocelyn had even tried making clothes herself but she'd never dared let them outside the home and now limited herself to mending things and making the odd pillowcase or blanket.

And life continued to move on despite it. Jocelyn and Jake loved each other very much and rarely had any spats. They'd learned to cope by leaning on each other and Jake helped a lot at home, unlike quite a few kids the same age he knew. He didn't mind, they'd almost always do things together which often led to hijinks or deep conversations about life.

So it would probably come as a surprise to a lot of people that things were about to go very wrong in the Brennan household.

"Mum!" Jake cried from his room, pushing the door open with an elbow while carrying a pile of laundry. "When were you going out tonight?" Jocelyn peeked her head through the kitchen door and raised a curious brow. "Why? Thinking of inviting Eleanor over?" Despising when his mother insinuated that he and Eleanor was still a thing, he huffed and glared at her intensely. "No? I just want to know?" Snickering to herself, Jocelyn ducked back into the kitchen and the sound of utensils and plates being put away resumed. "Martha said she'd be here around 6, I think. If you need to know more specifically..."

Her voiced raised slightly towards the end, teasing him again. "No, that's fine, mum. I'm just gonna watch movies all evening. Maybe play some games." "Oh. Okay. I bought a bottle of soda and you can make popcorn if you want." "You have? Thanks! I'll probably do that." That she had bought a soda meant a great deal. In the Brennan household, that was an expense rarely afforded. Especially not a perfectly normal weekend. "Just don't stay up too long. I don't know when I'll be back." "Stop fussing, mum, and start getting ready. God."

It was no secret how important this evening was to Jocelyn. Roughly three times per year, the library organized a bit of a get-together for the employees; Christmas, before school started up and once in spring. They were the only times that she really got a chance to dress up and have a good time since all the food and alcohol was paid for by the sponsors. Many of the employees were in similar situations as Jocelyn, Martha among them, but they at least had husbands.

The parties also represented the few times a year Jocelyn was drunk enough to let go of her inhibitions and others were equally drunk to take advantage of the opportunity. Don't judge her for it.

That's why Jake was so concerned she didn't think anything was wrong or going on. Letting her go to these things worry-free was one of the few, truly worthwhile gifts he could give her so he always behaved his best when she was gone, never giving her a reason to cancel. It was a pact he had made with Martha, her only friend. Together they made sure she had fun.

And it was true. He really didn't have any other plans than sit in the sofa and watch TV or be by the computer and try out the new text adventure game he'd managed to snatch from a secondhand store. He'd gotten a whole box of stuff for the computer for virtually nothing since the store owner was glad to get rid of it. He was quite eager to find out what was on all the diskettes.

After piling the laundry into the basket in the bathroom, he went to the kitchen to check the time. They'd just eaten lunch so it was just a little after 1. "Shouldn't you start getting ready, mum?" She looked at him quizzically, raising an eyebrow. "Oh? You think I need five hours to get ready?" "No. Normally you take six hours." The wet rag hit him between the eyes and as he casually removed it, leaving a wet patch in his fur, she could do nothing but laugh. "Fine. If you intend to speak to your mother like that, you can finish washing the dishes."

Leaving the brush to float on the foaming water, she removed her rubber gloves and put them on the counter, next to the dish rack. "No problem, mum." Before she had even left the kitchen, Jake had stepped up and started putting on the gloves. By the time she was in her bedroom, picking out outfits, he'd cleaned the first plate.

The hours went by, at the same pace they always did, and after finishing the dishes, Jake took the laundry basket down to the basement and loaded a few machines. Then he allowed himself to relax while his mother went about the place, fretting over outfits and trying to decide what constituted too much makeup and perfume. "Honestly, boy, do I look like a who-, I mean, prostitute in this makeup?" "Nah, mum, you look good, stop worrying so much." He answered casually from the sofa where he was reading an old Disney comic for the twentieth time. It didn't really matter to him if she did look like a lady of the night, he'd never admit it.

Sighing loudly, she threw her hands up in the air and went back in the bathroom. "You're no good to me at all!" He couldn't help but to snicker at his mother, turning the page idly while letting his mind wander freely. It had been a bit of a white lie when he had claimed he was going to behave. For the most part, it was true. But these nights also represented one of the few nights when he could freely indulge in some of the adult tapes that he had managed to convince the secondhand store to sell him.

His mother would never suspect that he'd have porn on VHS tape so she'd never look for them and no-one else was going to buy them. So much like the box of diskettes, he'd manage to get them for next to nothing. It had become a recurring transaction too as he rarely watched them more than once, throwing them away before his mother got back.

It was practically failproof.

After a quick trip to the laundry room to hang up the wet clothes, he returned to find the clock closing in on quarter to six. Realizing his entire evening would be in ruins if she didn't end up going, he quickly made for her bedroom.

They nearly collided in the doorway and after averting disaster, he quickly took a few steps back. "Jesus, mum, it's almost six, are you ready?" But a quick look after revealed that she was almost entirely ready except for her shoes. Most people probably wouldn't think twice about her, not in today's sexualized society, but to Jake she looked almost entirely different. Wearing a black jacket and skirt, he could just barely see something white and frilly underneath the jacket. She was also wearing stockings which wasn't the easiest for someone with fur. But she'd made the effort.

And her makeup had come out great, just enough to take away some of the gray fur and bags under her eyes but not so much as to be too noticeable. "Hold your horses, I'm almost done, just need to get in my shoes then I'll go downstairs." Trying to collect his thoughts, having almost resigned himself to spending the night with his mother after all, he croaked out: "Yeah, wow, you look great, mum. Is that purple lipstick?" "Oh, you like it? I borrowed it from Martha. She said it'd look good on me." "It does. It... really does." The outfit together with the makeup and her more positive, energetic look for the day was enough to shave a decade, at least, off her looks. He noticed she'd even gone for a bra that pushed up her breast.

Walking over to the window to look down on the street, he noticed a red car awfully like Martha's parked and waiting. "I think Martha's here, mum. Better hurry or she'll come up here and get all angry." "Yeah, yeah, I'm going. The number to the venue is on the fridge, okay? I love you." Sporting her only pair of high heels, she opened the door and walked out before Jake had a chance to wish her a good night.

And then he was alone. He had it all planned out. He'd play some video games first and then watch something on TV and gobble down both soda and popcorn. Then he'd move on to the real show of the evening; his new porno videos. He had only turned thirteen a few weeks ago but he felt like he had the sexual drive of an adult. It was rare that he could keep his hands off his meat for a whole day, let alone a week, but normally he had to make do with lewd stories and erotic pictures he'd printed out in school. Or his imagination.

Nights like these were his holy grail where, for a few hours, he could rock with his cock out. His mother wasn't usually home before midnight so he had plenty of time to get through the films. And if he ran out, he'd just grab one of the few favorites he kept hidden in his bookshelf.

His orgasm once he decided to go full out were intense. To make them even better, he saved himself as much as he could the week before. If he didn't get release today, he'd go crazy. Or so it felt. He'd even saved some of the condoms the nurse handed out in school, just so he wouldn't have to clean up.

For the most part, the evening progressed as he had planned. He didn't find any interesting games on the first few diskettes he grabbed so he abandoned that for another day. He was also quite excited to get to the porn and would rather just get through the action movie he'd borrowed from his friend, the only one with a parent who still had their VHS collection around.

The movie was nothing more than adequate but action movies rarely excited him like it did other teenage boys. The looming cassettes waiting in his backpack might also explain why he felt like fast forwarding through much of it. But he was adamant he needed to pace himself, if only to make sure that his mother hadn't decided to skip the party for whatever reason and come back super early. If she wasn't home by 8, she wasn't coming home for quite a few hours yet.

As he pressed rewind on the remote and he heard the whirring sound from the VCR, he got up and put his shoes on, heading down to the laundry room. All he had to do was grab all the dry clothes then put them in a pile in the living room, his mother would deal with the ironing and folding tomorrow or the day after.

That's when he spotted them, hiding under a bench. Just about to turn off the lights, he turned his head one more time to make sure the place was spotless when he noticed something green on the floor. Fearing he had dropped something from the basket, he put the clothes down and went over, bending down to peer under the bench. His heart nearly stopped and mouth grew dry when he noticed it was a pair of panties someone had left behind.

Once back in the apartment, he idly threw the clean laundry in the armchair before sitting down in the sofa almost in a trance. Rubbing the pocket of his pants, sporting a faint bulge, he decided to move on with the night as much as he could before he really indulged. Ejecting the movie, he pulled his backpack over and fished out the first movie, not really caring what it was called and popped it in. Pressing play, figuring there'd be quite a bit of commercials or story before they got to the good parts, he began to undress.

Pulling the sweater over his head first, he then easily undid his pants and pushed them down only enough to where gravity would do the rest. Bundling the two items together, he walked over to his room and tossed them onto his bed before starting to pull his socks off, tossing them in after. Then he grabbed two condoms and headed back to the sofa, pulling his t-shirt off and leaving it in the sofa, just in case he needed to dress quickly. His mother wouldn't think twice about her son in his underwear or t-shirt, she saw him dressed like that fairly often.

Then began the fun. Even for this he had a routine. He'd watch the first film all the way through without touching himself. He'd pull his boxers down to his knees so his cock could stand free but outside of little rubs and tugs now and then, he'd leave it alone. When a young mare started getting plowed by a bull, he leaned back and let his cock slip from its sheath on its own. By the time the bull was pumping the equine's face full of cum, his shaft stood at its full length, five inches of throbbing, pink meat slick with pre.

Lasting for about an hour, he started thinking about the next one. It had promised a lot of "exotic" ladies which normally meant more uncommon species. He'd even seen a reptile on the cover though he hoped they were hiding a bird of some sort too. Taking the first film out, he immediately fed the VCR the second tape and having noticed it needed to be rewound, he left the machine to do its work while he went into his room, digging out his bottle of lotion.

The one in the bathroom had a nicer scent and made things even smoother but his mother would surely notice if too much of it went missing. So instead he'd saved up money to buy a large bottle that he could refill regularly. It was the cheaper brand, didn't have quite the same slick texture but it did the job and he could use it freely.

That's when he remembered what he had in his pockets.

Pulling on the bundle, turning it until he found the right pocket, he pulled out the scrunched, green panties. He had no idea whose they were and he didn't really care. They were smooth to the touch, perhaps some kind of silk, with dark frills along the hem. He resisted shoving his nose into them, his whole body trembling with frustration. But with his hard on at full mast, he returned to the living room and threw himself into the sofa.

Armed with lotion, as soon as the action started, he squirted a liberal amount of it in his hand before starting to apply it along his shaft, rubbing up and down until it was evenly coated. Without foreskin, lotion was doubly important as intense masturbation could easily chafe or damage his penis otherwise. It also just felt better, in his opinion.

He was very soon lost to the pleasure, watching the TV only through half closed eyes, letting the sounds coming from it paint him a picture. Even turned down to make sure his neighbors didn't hear anything, it was enough to make him feel like he was in a world of his own, all other stimuli shut out for one night only. Soon it became hard to focus and even harder to not push ahead and just force a release immediately but he had one more movie to go after this.

When the lotion began losing its effect, he applied a new coating, knowing he'd have to spend some time in the shower to clean it all off later or it'd feel... odd. He watched with fascination as a lizard with breasts and a cock fucked a young rabbit into submission until she was crying for an orgasm. Any other day and the thought alone would be enough but, again, he sharpened his focus and shook his head.

Even when the next scene was between a bird, which he adored, and the same lizard, he held back, wishing he had kept this film for last. But it was always a gamble what he got and last time one movie was a complete bust as it contained nothing but pretty intense BDSM. One of his favorites had been brought in as a replacement.

To his great dismay, the second movie had lied on the cover when it said an hour, only lasting about forty minutes before cutting to credits and a ton of ads for upcoming features. He might have to turn to his bookshelf if the last one didn't deliver but then he remembered his secret weapon.

Pressing play on the last new film, he grabbed the panties from the sofa table and held them up in front of himself. They didn't smell like detergent so he assumed they were used which... well, what thirteen-year-old wouldn't jump at the chance to smell some used, sexy panties? While the movie began in the background, canine on canine this time, he instead focused on the scent wafting from the textile.

It was musky, definitely the scent of a female feline which only made it that much more taboo. The history between dogs and cats was long but they rarely saw eye to eye. But despite his misgivings, it was impossible not to get fully drawn into the scent.

Feline mixed with a strong smell of sweat and some urine. The smell of pee still triggered primal instincts in wolves even if society balked at the thought today. Shoving the cloth right up against his nose, he moaned out loudly while applying a new coat of lotion quickly, his breath catching as the pleasure was so intense, he could barely keep his eyes open. Whoever had worn them wasn't young, he couldn't smell the hormones of someone fertile (or so his primal brain said) but she was sexually active as he could smell her arousal.

As the realization struck, it brought him so close to the edge that he would've exploded if he hadn't released his shaft completely, letting it flop pathetically against his thigh. "Oh god, oh fuck, she wore this before having sex." He had no way to verify this, despite latent instincts he was inexperienced when it came to anything sexual so it was, at best, a guess. But it was real enough to him then and it was enough to override any sense of caution.

Ignoring the movie completely and with a weird obsession with making the scent his own, he made sure his cock was richly coated with lotion before wrapping the panties around his cock, pressing the tip against the part he assumed the pussy would've been in contact with the most.

Then he went to work, letting his head flop back and his eyes close, his hand wound tightly around his meat as he rubbed the cloth up and down feverishly.

Letting go of the world for just a minute would be a mistake that would cost him dearly. Because just as he was about to crest, he heard his mother's voice: "Oh son, oh no, what are you doing?"

From so close to climax to a screeching halt, he sat up and opened his eyes, staring directly at his mother who was staring back. If his eyes had been any wider, they probably would've dropped out of his head.

Leaning on the archway to the living room, arms crossed under her breasts, stood his mother with a bit of a dumbfounded look on her face. She didn't look angry or even disappointed, she just looked at him. She was clearly inebriated, her eyes flickering slightly from side to side as they had trouble focusing but they were none the less on his naked form with his cock wrapped up in some panties.

"Aww, Jesus fuck, mum, I didn-" "Oh my God, Jake, language!" Her mother tolerated a lot of things but taking the lord's name in vain was not one of them. She wasn't religious herself but a lot of her childhood had been spent in the church and her upbringing had been strict. It was probably why she cut Jake so much slack, not wanting him to have the same life she'd been forced to live. "Shit, sorry, mum, I didn't mean to."

Trying his best to cover up, he grabbed a blanket and pulled it over his lap, hiding his throbbing erection from sight. Everything was going wrong and the thoughts in his head collided, whole body still begging for releasing and everything that didn't bring him to climax was a betrayal. And the blanket resting against the sensitive flesh didn't help, the slightest friction causing him to shudder but it was better than being bare to his mother.

When she began staggering towards him, hands reaching for every piece of furniture they could find to help support her, he figured she'd sit down in one of the chairs or even just stand there, looming over him. He didn't expect her to sit down next to him, her sudden weight causing his body to wobble and rub even more against the blanket. If this kept up, he'd pump his seed on the blanket.

It was excruciating.

But the awkwardness of the situation didn't seem to impact his mother much, sitting with one leg up in the sofa, turned towards him. "I understand you... need to do this. I do." Her speech was slurred and her breath stunk of alcohol, mostly wine. It was his mother's drink of choice, he knew, and it wasn't the first time. It was one of her little secret pleasures, a glass of wine now and then. Their budget didn't really allow for it but he wasn't about to deny his mother such a simple, easy pleasure. "No, mum, really, I never..." He started, trying to lean away from his mother casually, hoping she wouldn't take offense.

But she just hushed him, giving him a soft pat on his cheek. "Shhh, don't lie to me, Jake. You know I hate that..." Of course she knew her son was masturbating, what healthy teenager didn't? She also did his laundry and the crusty underwear, no matter how well he thought he disguised it, were a dead giveaway. The bottle of lotion she'd found in his room had only made it that much more obvious. But she had never confronted him about it, knowing that their confined living space made it difficult for either of them to find release.

Now, other things were on her mind. Thoughts that should've been obvious were getting lost in the fog of alcohol in her mind, obscuring the simplest of things. She couldn't help but to look at the TV and the film that was still playing, having ignored the sounds up until now. The view of two dogs going at it, breeding like there was no tomorrow, only made things worse.

When her son suddenly remembered the film as well, he quickly scrambled for the remote. "Crap. Sorry, mum, I'll turn it off." Before he had a chance to, she grabbed his hand and snatched the remote from him, quickly moving it out of his range unless he was willing to climb over her to get it. "No, leave it on, I want to know what sort of things my son watches..." It was a partial truth at best, part of her just acting on pure instinct and desire. For a while, the only sound was the two dogs breeding on the screen, their moans and panting filling the room.

Once the male reached his peak, he pulled out of the woman and stood up, the woman getting on her knees. He then proceeded to rub his flesh up and down a few times before howling out dramatically, his sperm exploding out of the tip, starting to coat her tits liberally. "Tsk, what a waste." Jocelyn mused, licking her lips and the thoughts of such a virile, fit man breeding brought back the memories of the party, of the rejection.

The segment ended and the next one began, two more dogs that seemed destined to fuck. The nonsensical story of a cop catching a speeding woman began playing out and she may not be well versed in porn, but even she could guess how the whole thing would end. Instead of watching, she turned to look at her son, his eyes fixed on the screen. Was he enjoying it despite his mother's presence or did he just not know where to avert his eyes?

Placing her hand on his chest, she began to gently rub him, feeling the muscle underneath and the beat of his strong heart. His pulse was rapid, no doubt from a mixture of intense shame and arousal. "Mmm, my poor boy." Turning his head only enough that he could look at her with one eye, she could tell he was near tears. But she persisted, leaning in more against him, letting her head rest against his shoulder. "I... I almost got laid tonight... I even got to touch him and... he seemed to want me so bad..."

A young, wannabe alpha had practically begged to breed with her, hanging on to her and whispering sweetly in her ear. He was desperate, she knew that, but she didn't care. If he'd asked her honestly that he just needed to cum in someone, it didn't matter who, she would've gone out back and given him the ride of his life. But when she began really suggesting it, practically pulling him aside to fish his cock out, he'd started pushing her away. Perhaps he'd realized that everyone would know he'd been with her and his shot with the younger girls would be ruined.

That hurt more than anything. Not sure how to deal with the rejection, feeling like she was about to make a scene, she found Martha and begged her to drive her home before everything went wrong. In the car she realized the young alpha might have come around if she'd given him time but... it was too late then and she just wanted to go home to her son, the one person in the world she knew loved her.

Finding him jerking his cock passionately hadn't helped, only reminding her of how long it had been since her last time. Now, her nose inhaling his musky scent, tinged with the aroma of both their arousals, it was hard not to get carried away in her imagination. What did he taste like? What did he feel like? Would her body reject him as if recognizing he once came out of her?

She felt him shift under her weight, trying to get away, so she wrapped her arm around him, grabbing on to his side. "No, please, stay... don't go." Practically pleading with him, her voice was soft and trembling, tinged with sadness. She continued: "You love me, don't you? Say you love me." Taking his time to answer, he was no doubt weighing his words very carefully before answering. "I love you, mum."

Almost crying, she sighed deeply of relief, the words meaning more to her now than he could ever realize. Her head slipped from his shoulder to his chest, pressing her cheek against him and ear pressed tightly to his breast. The sound of his heart nearly drowned out the sound of the grunting man on the TV. She could remember the first time she'd heard that heartbeat, making her just as misty eyed now as then.

Moments passed between the two but neither really knew how much. Jake kept his eyes locked on the TV the whole time, intentionally not looking at his mother, while Jocelyn's were closed. Assuming she was asleep, her son tried to extract himself from her grip but found that it was as tight as before, perhaps even more so. She wasn't letting go any time soon.

Perhaps as a reaction to his escape attempt, she began rubbing her cheek up and down against his chest, making him whimper. Her scent filled his nostrils, reeking of booze, sweat, smoke and something else, something he could only remember smelling on the panties before. His primal brain kicked in, reminding him that it was arousal. He could only put it down to her rejection earlier, the scent still lingering but it was so strong.

Suddenly he felt the blanket being pulled from his lap and he quickly went to hold it but his mother's words stopped him: "Be still." It was enough to make him stop. He had always obeyed his mother; it was how he was raised and because he felt it was the least he could do. Now it was an instinct that was at war with his self-preservation, his hand trembling with frustration.

As soon as the blanket was gone, sliding to the floor and into a pile at his feet, his mother's head turned to look down and he heard her breath catch. "Whose panties are those?" There was a teasing edge in her voice that made him swallow hard, wondering if he should just lie and say they were a pair Eleanor had left with him. But it wouldn't fly, she knew they weren't his ex's style and they weren't her size. "I found them... in the... in the basement." He found that being truthful wasn't much easier. "Mmm, and you just decided to... well..."

When her fingers touched the cloth wrapped around his aching member, his whole body revolted, hips bucking hard. "No, God, mum, stop." But she didn't. Instead she gingerly took the panties between thumb and index finger and slowly unwound them from his cock. They felt glued on thanks to the drying lotion, the air gradually coming in touch with his exposed manhood feeling like icy needles stabbing him. "Please..." He pleaded.

But if she cared for his words, she did not show it, continuing her work, delicately peeling the underwear from his pink, throbbing flesh. Once they were fully off, she lifted them as if inspecting them then tossed them aside casually. "Naughty boy. What do we do when we find something?" She straightened her back somewhat, lifting her head from his chest, she looked into her son's eyes, expecting an honest answer. "Well? What do we do?" She repeated.

Stuttering, he finally answered: "We try... we try to find the... owner?" She nodded almost proudly, her fingers finally touching his bare flesh, wrapping around the tip and giving a gentle squeeze. "We do not use it to masturbate, do we?" Her touch made his hips buck again, making him whimper at his own inability to keep calm. When she still looked at him, expecting an answer, he blurted out: "No, mum!" Answer to her question and begging for her to stop?

She didn't seem to care, starting to slide her hand down his cock, the lotion still moist enough. "Oh my, you are so hard... do you often use panties when jerking off?" The words sounded so alien coming from her, he was used to her choosing her words much more carefully. He tried to tune out the feelings starting to flow from his loins, his body seemingly eager to accept his mother's touch. "No, never." After a few moments of consideration, he added: "This... this was the first time." Seemingly pleased with the answer, she cast an eye down at his crotch, starting to pump her hand up and down.

He thought he knew pleasure. That masturbating was close to the real deal. Now he was learning how wrong he had been. Despite it being her mother's hand, his body was soon wrought with pleasure, his head pressing back against the sofa hard. "Oh fuck..." Any rules about cursing seemed to have gone out the window. Of all the infractions against God's teaching, it was probably a lesser one compared to incest. All she did was chuckle as her fingers delicately flowed over the tip of the penis, collecting any precum pooling there before sliding her hand down his shaft against, applying the slick liquid evenly. "Mmm, you are definitely an excitable one..."

When she released his aching flesh, he blurted out between hard breaths: "No, wait, don't stop..." "Aww, baby. Don't worry." With a sense of grace he hadn't seen from his mother before, she straightened her back and easily swung a leg over him, her hands gingerly coming to rest on his shoulders. "I would never leave my son in such a predicament." Not sure what to do, knowing what was about to come but unable to stop it, he lifted his hands to grab on to her sides, holding her even more tenderly than she him.

As she lowered herself down, her sex pressed against his cock, pressing it down. "Nnn, yes, so hot." Unsure of what to do, Jake held his stature while his mother began grinding against him, sliding his throbbing member along her slit. The fact that she wasn't wearing any panties didn't register, where they'd gone was the least of his concern. Much later he'd worry about whether she had planned this as soon as she left the party or if they'd gotten lost in her whirlwind seduction of a coworker.

Feeling her hand releasing his shoulders, he followed it with one eye as it reached down between them. When he felt her fingers on his shaft again, aiming it upwards, he closed his eyes and leaned back. Unless he pushed her off violently, this was happening so there was no point in fighting it... right?

They both cried out when he began spearing into her, the tip parting her folds easily and slipping inside. As more and more of him filled her, his moan only deepened while hers quieted, reduced to soft whimpers as he shifted under her. "Yes, that's right. Oh my God, just fill me up." Each inch that slid into her made more pleasure course through him, coming in waves and hitting his brain harshly. His mind was frayed, torn between conflicting morals, but his body knew what it wanted.

Only when she sank fully on to him, coming to rest in his lap, did he manage to utter something: "Mum, this is... this is so wrong." Pressing her index finger to his lips, she shook her head adamantly, starting to rise from his crotch again. "No, baby, we love each other." It wasn't a lie. He'd always been told he should lose his virginity to someone he loved and who did he love more than his mother?

Slowly at first, she began to rhythmically ride him, her hands taking his and guiding them to her rump. "There. Hold there. Can help me out a bit..." Getting a feel for her rhythm, he soon began helping her up then releasing when she went back down. He was fucking his mother and it felt good. Her passage was warm, wet and so tight, her walls flexing and squeezing around his meat.

How long were they like that? Minutes? A whole hour? He had no idea, the slow motions rocking him into blissful unawareness, his mind focused entirely on enjoying his mother pussy. Now and then they'd each moan, sometimes together which only made them feel that much closer to each other. Their bodies became in sync with each other.

But his mother must've tired of it because soon she began to quickly increase the pace, groaning louder. She was building up towards her orgasm, wanting desperately to climax with her son inside her. Before today she'd never thought of her son sexually but seeing him with his cock out triggered something. "Oh yes, you feel so good inside me. Like it was meant to be. Don't you agree?" He had no references to draw from but he nodded anyway, clutching her butt even tighter as she sped up.

By the time she was bouncing up and down in his lap quickly, it all became too much. "Mum, stop, shit..." The pleasure was hitting him faster now and he could feel his muscles tensing, legs stiffening and his chest struggling to breathe properly. "Mum, pull me out, I can't..." But she paid him no heed, continuing to bounce up and down, each time she met his crotch it produced a heavy, wet slap and when combined with her loud moaning, it became unbearable.

Taking charge for the first time, he tightened his grip on her and shoved her down hard, howling out pathetically, tongue dropping out the side of his mouth. Hilted fully inside her, her sex tight against the base of his cock, his knot swelled up almost instantly and locked them together. She tried a few times to continue bouncing but the pain from trying to pull the knot out was too great and she returned to grinding back and forth slightly, still chasing her own orgasm.

She could feel it when he opened up and sperm began pumping out of the flat tip. Thick, heavy wads of his essence squirted right up into her and it never seemed to stop, his howling reduced to soft whimper as his body convulsed under her, hips jerking with each new wad that shot out.

Leaving one hand on his shoulders, she reached down between them again and quickly found that sensitive bundle of nerves on her sex, the clitoris, and began playing. Since her son was already climaxing, it was up to herself to finish, unwilling to go without her own release.

It didn't take much to push her over the edge, already pent up from months and months of no action. She cried out loudly as the orgasm rocked through her body, pushing all sadness, loneliness and despair out and replacing it with pleasure and love for her son. A new kind of love.

They spent the next half hour in silence. Jocelyne rested her head on Jake's shoulder, breathing in his scent happily and enjoying the afterglow. The rise and fall of his chest, pressing against hers, was enough to lull her into a light sleep, her body calm.

Jake spent the time on edge, once the orgasm had faded and the shame of what they had done crushed down on him. His mother's scent and pressure against him, having become his whole world, made his chest feel empty and he only stayed calm through the joy of disassociation. It had to be a bad dream. It had to.

Once his knot deflated enough, he wasn't slow to point out the time. "Mum, it's super late. We should... we should go to bed." Feeling her head move against him, interpreting it as a nod, he waited for her to get off. When nothing continued to happen, he gently gripped her sides tightly and pushed her away from him gently. "Mmm, alright, love. I'm getting up, I'm getting up..."

Her whole body felt like a sack of potatoes and moved like one too. Bracing with her legs, she slowly lifted herself off of him, the small knot still remaining offering some resistance before it popped out of her, making her gasp. "Ungh, you are so big..." With a slight smile, she pushed herself off of him and stood up on wobbly legs, taking a brief moment to look around.

When she began moving towards her bedroom, Jake stood up, pulling his boxer shorts up, feeling some normality return to him. It was the most decent he had felt in an hour or so. The TV had shut itself off when the video had ended and the VCR had automatically rewound the tape. Looking at the mess in and around the sofa in the faint light from outside, he sighed deeply then started to make his way towards his own room.

He found his mother lingering in the doorway to her bedroom, leaning against a doorpost while idly taking her clothes off. "If you want to... you can sleep in my bed now..." She gestured towards the bed inside, the only light coming from the nightstand on the side she usually slept on. "In fact, you ever need to... empty... you can come to me." The smile on her face, half obscured by the darkness, made his whole spine tingle. What was their life going to be like from now on? "I... I think I'm gonna sleep in my bed. Tonight, at least." His voice sounded weak and hesitant, a part of him eager to join her. The same part that had relished in cumming inside of her.

An obviously mock expression of disappointed came up on her face. "Awwww... you just used me to empty then?" With a soft chuckle she turned, having to brace herself against the door for a moment while dropping her skirt to the floor, looking over her shoulder. "Mmm, well, we'll talk more about it tomorrow." She began closing the door, keeping her face in the narrowing opening for as long as she could. "If you change your mind..." Leaving the door slightly ajar, she didn't need to finish the sentence. He waited until the light was switched off in her room before he went into his own and closed the door.

He didn't sleep much that night. Thoughts ran through his mind at supersonic speeds, making him dizzy after a while. He hadn't even bothered climbing under the sheets, just lying on top of it all. Should he tell someone? Were they mated? Could she get pregnant? Would they continue doing this? What would this mean for his future?

His dreams were haunted that night.

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