Chapter 1: Feel for Your Mother

It was a Friday in the spring of 2003. Jake was fourteen years old, a slender and handsome youth, five-foot-five with short blonde hair and blue eyes like his mother. He walked with a friend from school this Friday afternoon, the sky above turning grey and threatening rain. His friend’s house was nearer the school-bus stop and he said goodbye (or more specifically, ‘See ya at shitty school tomorrow dude’) to Jake and went into his house. Jake walked on to his own street, walking briskly given that he didn’t have a coat and it was clearly about to chuck it down with rain soon.

Luckily Jake made it home in time. It was just beginning to rain when he ducked into the house, kicking off his sneakers and shutting the front door on what was quickly turning to be a torrential downpour outside.

Jake heard dance music coming from the living room and he figured it was his mum back home. Debbie usually got home at six in the evening but on Fridays she left the office early to go the gym, usually arriving home at about the same time as Jake.

The youth strolled into the living room and saw his mum doing her aerobics in the centre of the room. Debbie was a petite thirty-year-old blonde, and had a fantastic figure thanks to her love of working out. At five-foot-three she was just a couple of inches shorter than her son. Her hair was long and blonde, currently pulled back in a tight bun. Her eyes, like Jake’s, were crystal blue, and her sweet smile and fresh face made her the object of lust for many of Jake’s friends! He was used to his buddies telling him his mum was ‘hot’ and wasn’t too offended by it, given that most of his friend’s mothers were approaching middle-aged and letting themselves go big-time! Debbie currently wore a tight Lycra top that hugged her firm, sizeable breasts, and the pink material stretched over her tits and making the nipples poke out slightly. The top ended just below her breasts, displaying her flat, toned mid-rift. Debbie also had on a pair of tight Lycra shorts, bright pink to match the top, which hugged her arse and crotch, revealing the toned shape of her slender hips and also her long bare legs. On her feet she had on white sneakers and she also had pink wristbands on. Her exposed flesh was slightly glistening with sweat as she jogged on the spot facing towards the doorway, in which her son Jake appeared, and Debbie’s pink lycra top and shorts had damp sweat patches.

“Oh, hi Jake,” she greeted her boy.

She stopped jogging for a moment to reach out and flick the dance music CD off, then got back to jogging on the spot in the centre of the living room.

“Hi mum,” smiled Jake,

“Do you fancy a drink?” Jake asked.

“I’ll be fine thanks,” replied Debbie, still jogging on the spot, “I’ll make dinner soon.”

“Okay mum,” Jake said.

Jake usually enjoyed being able to come back and have the house to himself whilst his mother was at the gym because — like all teenaged boys given the chance to be home alone — he could whack off in peace! Never mind, he thought. He could go upstairs and do it anyway; he’d just have to listen out for his mum in case she came up to see him for some reason. Debbie and Jake were fairly open with each other for a mother and son, but that didn’t extend to the boy wanting his mum to know that he spanked his monkey! Even though she did know this of course, partly because of the battered porn mags she found under mattress when tidying his room (she wasn’t too keen on Jake having these, but to avoid an embarrassing confrontation — and knowing Jake could probably just replace them anyway — she would just put them back where she found them). The main way she knew that Jake wrestled with the one-eyed trouser snake was through the simple syllogistical rule that, because Jake was a boy of fourteen, he must jerk-off! That’s what fourteen-year-old boys did.

With her son upstairs, jerking off to fantasies about his busty English teacher — a buxom brunette in her late thirties who’s favourable treatment of Jake lead him to believe (correctly, as it turned out) that she had a bit of crush on him — Debbie continued doing her aerobics in the living room. She did some hip-turns, some sit-ups and then touched her toes a few times. Jake’s friends would have paid all their allowance money for the chance to be standing behind Debbie when she touched her toes! Her beautifully shaped arse was thrust out, the material of the Lycra shorts running up her superbly cleft arse-crack. However, only thing that was able to get a full-on view of Debbie’s arse whilst the hot blonde was bending over and touching her toes was a large houseplant in the corner of the room and — being just a piece of vegetation with no sensory organs — the plant was somewhat less capable of appreciating the sight of Debbie’s gorgeous bottom than a teenaged boy would have been.

A short while later, Jake had finished whacking off and, freshened up and changed into scruffy black jeans and a Green Day T-shirt, he went downstairs. The dance music had stopped and he hoped his mum was making dinner. He felt starved!

When Jake entered the living room he saw his mum sitting on the floor, reaching awkwardly behind herself to rub her lower back.

“You okay mum?” Jake asked, noticing his mother seemed to be in some discomfort. “Yeah, sort of,” Debbie replied, “It’s my back, I think I overdid things.”

“Oh. Do you need a doctor or something’?”

“No no, I’m fine, really. I haven’t torn any muscles or anything, just slightly strained myself. Ow!”

She was having some difficulty reaching the base of her spine.

“Anything I can do?” asked Jake.

“How about a massage?” Debbie suggested.

“A massage?” laughed Jake.

“I’m serious,” his mum replied, although she also giggled, “I need a back-rub. I can’t reach, would you do it honey?”

“Sure mum,” Jake shrugged, “I don’t know how to do it tho.”

“Oh you’ll be fine, seriously.”

“Do I do that thing the Japanese dude did in the Karate Kid when the boy busted his leg?”

“Not quite honey, I’m not the er ... Karate Kid,” Debbie smirked. She then shifted round and lay flat on her belly on the floor, still in her pink Lycra top and shorts. Because the top was only long enough to cover her breasts, her lower back was fully exposed.

“So what do I do?” Jake asked, kneeling next to his mum. Most teenaged boys would have either been a bit grossed out at having to physically touch their mum whilst she was fairly scantily clad, thanks to the instinctive refusal of boys to think of their moms in a sexual way to any degree whatsoever, whilst other teenaged boys might get a bit of a perverse thrill at touching a female — any female! Jake, though, didn’t think it any big deal. He didn’t give his mum massages regularly — or indeed at all! — But the relatively small sixteen year generation gap and the fact that Debbie was a pretty laid back, ‘cool’ mum, meant that Jake didn’t think this was any big deal. He flexed his fingers.

“Just rub my lower back sweetie,” Debbie instructed him, “just around the spine.”

“Okay,” shrugged Jake. He looked down at his mother’s lower back — a good six-inches of her bare flesh visible between the bottom of the back of her pink top and the waist-band of her shorts. The teenager placed his fingertips on either side of his mother’s spine and began rubbing, working on instincts.

It was obviously having a good effect as Debbie, with her head to one side, purred softly with pleasure.

“That’s good honey,” she said.

Jake smiled and continued rubbing his mother’s lower back. Her flesh was lovely and smooth, as well as warm and slightly damp with sweat. As he massaged her toned skin, Jake noted that the musky odour of his mother’s body heat, mixed with her musky sports deodorant, was rather nice in a sultry kind of way. He soon found his eyes drifting down to his mother’s bum, those beautifully shaped globes encased in the taut lycra shorts just inches below where his hands were working. Abruptly he averted his eyes as he realised his prick was beginning to stiffen. He felt a bit odd, not really ashamed or guilty but just ... odd, that despite having masturbated a short while ago his youthful cock was beginning to reharden whilst he massaged his mother! He shrugged it off with relative ease though. Even though she was his mum, this thirty year old blonde woman he was in physical contact with was an attractive member of the opposite sex, and so he could hardly blamed for being aroused at this proximity to her ... especially with her beautiful bum just under his big blue eyes. With Debbie laying her head to one side and her eyes shut as she murmured soothingly to herself, Jake knew his mum could not see where he was looking, that he was free to stare at her arse. But he didn’t stare at it ... not much. He forced himself to just look to onsides or to merely concentrate on her back which his hands continued to rub and knead.

“Is that okay mum?” he asked shortly.

“It’s fine honey, it’s really good,” Debbie replied, “My back feels so much better. It still aches a little though,” she added, wanting her son to continue.

Jake did so. They were soon in a rather amusing situation where neither wanted this innocent activity to stop but neither wanting to explicitly admit this. Debbie continued to just lay there whilst her son worked with amazing skill on her back, Jake enjoying it so much too.

Debbie’s back had felt much better just a moment after her son had begun massaging her. She’d let him continue though because it felt so wonderful and soothing, the youth’s warm hands spread an aura of tingling joy up her spine and making her feel very relaxed after her hard workout. She was beginning to feel a little strange though, because after a few more minutes she began to realise she was primarily enjoying being touched by a member of the opposite sex. Since giving birth to Jake she’d had sexual relationships with only a few men, and the last was over two-years ago. She’d not dated for ages, mainly because she was so busy at work to go out much. It slightly disturbed — and thrilled her in a kinky, subconscious way — that she was getting a thrill beyond that of just enjoyment at the massage from having her own handsome teenaged son touching her. Debbie soon shoved such thoughts aside. It was not healthy, she thought, to regard her son in such a non-platonic way. She realised it just proved her desire for a male companion was in urgent need of being satisfied, not just the sexual aspect but also simply having a loving companion. Debbie remembered that she was going out tomorrow night, Saturday, with a couple of women from work. They were all free and single and, hopefully, they’d all be swept off their feet by handsome guys! Debbie accepted this ambition as something that would stop her from these rather silly thrills she was getting at being massaged by her own son, and she just lay there and enjoyed it.

It couldn’t go on forever though. After fifteen-minutes, Jake’s fingers were getting a little tired.

“Will that do you mum?” he asked, taking his hands from her back.

“That was great, thanks,” Debbie said, flipping over and sitting up, “Cheers honey, I feel a lot better.”

“Good. I could do this professionally don’t ya think?”

“Certainly! It’d make a good summer job for you,” grinned Debbie, “working at the gym and massaging all those aching people.”

“I’d only massage women though, of course,” insisted Jake.

“Ah, so that’s your plan then?” grinned Debbie, “You just want to get to touch the bodies of lots of beautiful women eh?” She laughed, as did Jake.

Then Jake realised that his mum might be implying that he had only been happy to massage her because he wanted to touch her. Did she know he’d gotten a bit of a thrill out of it? After all, she was a beautiful woman.

Blushing a little, Jake then stood up.

“I’m starved, will dinner be ready?”

“It should be,” Debbie said, standing, “I almost forgot about that! I’ll get it out the oven.”

“I’ll get it mum. You go and get changed and stuff, I’ll set the table.”

“Thanks honey,” Debbie said, and she strolled out the room.

The next day, Saturday, Jake spent most of the day round a friend’s house. He got home at four for dinner, helping his mum cook it in the spacious kitchen. They made quite a team together, working away as they prepared dinner, Debbie very chirpy as she looked forward to her girl’s-night-out that evening. It was a sunny day so they opened the sliding doors leading from the kitchen into the back garden and had their dinner at the garden table on the lawn.

Debbie went upstairs to get ready at seven o’clock. Content to lounge around in jeans and a T-shirt, Jake put his feet up and settled down to watch TV.

“How do I look?” asked his mother shortly, wearing a nice red dress. It hugged her slender figure, showed off a fair amount of cleavage and also her lovely toned legs. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she wore diamond earrings and a pearl-necklace.

“You look gorgeous mum,” Jake said as he turned to admire her.

“Thanks honey,” Debbie said, feeling flushed with pride when she detected the honesty in Jake’s voice. Debbie was glad sometimes that she had a son. She held the opinion that girls were, even from a young age, always eager to please, even with insincerity. Boys, on the other hand, may be more laid-back and sometimes apathetic in their adolescence, but at least when they came out with a compliment towards their dear mummy, they were sincere. Jake wasn’t just saying it to please her; there was real admiration in his eyes at his young mother’s attractiveness. Or was it desire?

A slightly awkward silence was threatening to descend when suddenly the doorbell rang.

“Ooh, that’ll be them,” said Debbie, excitedly. She went out into the hallway and opened the front door. Jake sat on the sofa watching TV whilst he heard his mother greet her friends. There was a lot of excited female chatter and compliments all round on one another’s appearances. Jake felt a flutter of anxiety as he heard his mother invite the women into the living room! They were all confident and smart adults, and like his mum they were professional and reasonably powerful career women. It was a little unnerving being just a fourteen-year-old school kid in the face of them all. Soon all of her friends descended in her apartment and they went for girls outing.

Jake was about to go upstairs to jerk-off, but then he noted that a movie was just starting. It was ‘Fight Club’, his favourite, so he decided to watch it first and then go off for a wank. He would have plenty of time; his mum wouldn’t be back for ages.

Jake didn’t get a chance to whack off. He finished watching the movie then flicked around the channels for a while. At ten o’clock, earlier than he expected, he heard his mother arriving home. Debbie was pretty much tee-total, which Jake thought was a bit of shame because he sometimes thought it’d be funny if his mum — normally laid-back and cheerful anyway — would be like if she was drunk. However, her interest in working out and keeping fit meant she didn’t drink much else other than mineral water and, perhaps on special occasions, one glass of wine. He wondered why she was home a bit earlier than he expected her to be.

“Hi mum,” he said, turning as Debbie strolled into the room, looking glamorous and pretty in her sexy red dress.

“Hey honey, I thought you’d be in bed,” Debbie smiled pleasantly, sitting next to her son. She still smelled of her expensive perfume, mixed with the slight sultry aroma of nightclubs. She was, as usual, sober. She was not the sort to get smashed out her head on cocktails.

“I was going to go to bed soon mum, I just wanted to watch more TV. You’re back early.”

“Yeah, well ... I got a bit bored. It was fun, we went for a meal and everything, but the other ladies wanted to stay out all night and get drunk whilst I just couldn’t be bothered. I’d rather cuddle up on the sofa and watch some TV.”

“Well, there’s a couple of good movies on soon. ‘Fatal Attraction’ is on, it’s pretty good.”

“Yeah, let’s stay up late and watch the box,” giggled Debbie.

For a moment, Jake thought saw as Debbie more of a mischievous big sister rather than his mum!

“Do you want a drink mum? Orange juice?”

“Yeah, that’ll be fine honey.”

Jake went to the kitchen and made the drinks. He went back into the living room, gave his mum a glass and sat down with his own. They sat close to each other as it approached midnight, watching the movie. When the scene came on with Michael Douglas giving Glenn Close a damn good shafting on the kitchen counter, Jake squirmed a little nervously as he began to get a stiffy in his pants. It was always awkward when a sex-scene came on TV whilst you were watching with your mum! Jake hadn’t jerked off since that morning so his prick was soon fully erect, forcing him to shift to one side, legs crossed, to hide the bulge in his jeans. His mum wasn’t at all embarrassed, just a little despondent that she didn’t have a nice ‘n steamy affair to keep her occupied!

The movie was still only halfway through when Debbie felt tired. She didn’t want to go to bed just yet though; she was enjoying just sitting down here with her dear son. She took off her shoes and settled back into the sofa, shifting up closer to Jake. After a while she felt sleepy and she began to nod off against Jake, her head resting against his shoulder.

The youth was rather amused and delighted at his mum slumbering against him, her golden shiny hair hanging down over his arm, her cheek against his firm shoulder. He peered down at his mum and was a little shocked to see that he could see down her low cut dress. The neckline plunged sharply down between her sizeable 32D tits and Jake had quite a good view. He tried to avert his eyes and watch the TV, but he was conscious of his erection, which had persisted in sticking around in his pants for the last hour. It was unlikely to subside given that his beautiful blonde mum was slumbering against him, inadvertently offering him a perfect view of her luscious cleavage. The teenager looked down again, licking his lips and enjoying the sound of his mother’s peaceful and slow breathing. Without thinking, he lifted his hand and reached towards his mother’s breasts, stopping just before he reached them and quickly taking his hand away again, wondering what the fuck he was thinking of!

It was one thing to be a perpetually horny fourteen-year-old boy who was fascinated by — and in love with — any female flesh, but this was his mum! Admittedly she was also a very attractive and sexily dressed thirty-year-old blonde babe ... but she was still his mum!

Jake tried to concentrate on the TV once more, but once more, he failed. He glanced down at his mother’s cleavage again and raised his hand. He reached out, still thankfully able to stop his curious fingers before they touch his mother’s tits through her dress.

Just then, Debbie’s eyes opened.

She didn’t move and didn’t alert Jake to the fact that she’d woken up. The boy couldn’t see his mum’s eyes and Debbie looked down, eyes wide with shock as she took into account her position and that of Jake’s — her resting against the boy, head on his shoulder, his hands hovering temptingly over her barely concealed breasts. She wondered what was going on, whether her son was really about to grope her boobs! She was sure that couldn’t be right, but after watching his hands hesitate over her chest for a few seconds, she almost found herself hoping he’d touch her. Then Jake lost his nerve for a second time and took his hand away, letting it rest over his lap, near his bulging crotch. Debbie shut her eyes and pretended to be asleep, wondering if her son had realised she was awake. He hadn’t though. Jake was still contemplating what to do, whether he should give in to his libidinous curiosity and risk his mum waking up and catching him. If he didn’t, he’d regret it, he thought.

A moment later, Jake brought his hand round again, looking down at his mum (with her head against his shoulder he could only see the top of her head, not her face) and at her cleavage, his fingers fluttering for a third time over his mother’s chest. He went for it this time, placing his palm lightly over his mother’s right tit, lightly feeling it through the material of her expensive Versace dress. Debbie opened her eyes but was careful not to alter her breathing or to move, still pretending she was asleep. It felt so wonderful to be felt up like this. If it had been just some guy taking advantage of her like this she would have freaked out and slapped him, but she didn’t mind her son doing it because — so she justified it to herself — he was just a curious boy of fourteen. Jake didn’t really fondle his mother; he was still not wanting to wake her (unaware that she already was!) so he just lightly squeezed her breast. After a moment he thought he was pushing his luck too much and took his hand away, placing it back over his lap. He was memorising the sensations — the sights and the feelings — of the last few moments so he could recall them tonight whilst jerking off.

Debbie closed her eyes again. Realising a few minutes later that her son wasn’t going to touch her again she yawned and opened her eyes, making a big deal of appearing to wake up.

“Oh, did I nod off?” she asked, sitting up and turning to her son.

“Yeah mum, about fifteen-minutes ago. I don’t blame you, this film is kinda boring.”

“Mmm. I’ve seen it several times. Boy, I’m tired.”

“It’s almost midnight mum. Past my bedtime!”

“And mine! Don’t worry, it’s Saturday. It doesn’t matter. Hey, you feel like ditching this movie and watching an episode of The Simpson’s? I fancy something light-hearted before bed.”

“Sure mum.”

“Fancy a glass of wine?”

“Er...”

“C’mon, you’re old enough for a drink. And I fancy one too, after orange-juices all evening whilst I was out. I like a glass occasionally.”

“Okay. Cool.”

Debbie got up and went to the kitchen. She returned with a glass of white-wine for her and Jake, her son having just put The Simpson’s on the DVD player. He and his mum sat close to each other on the sofa, giggling and sipping their wine, Jake still feeling horny and getting as many glances as he dared at his mother’s cleavage whilst Debbie felt rather frisky herself thanks to knowing of her son’s supposedly secret groping of her breasts.

Eventually, both of them felt very tired.

“I’m off to bed mum,” Jake said.

“Me too honey,” Debbie replied, using the remote to flick the TV off. It was suddenly very silent in the room.

They turned out the lights and, giggling to each other, stumbled their way up the stairs in the darkness. Upstairs, Jake stepped into the doorway of his bedroom and turned on the light.

“Well, goodnight mum,” he said.

“Night night honey,” Debbie smiled. She hesitated then stepped forth and gave Jake a quick peck on his lips. She smiled and strolled down the hallway to her own room, Jake puzzled as he shut his door, his mum not having kissed him goodnight since he was a kid! He undressed, got into bed, and promptly jerked off in the dark. Moments after spurting his seed over his belly he was so turned on that his prick was still hard, so he jerked off a second time before finally falling asleep.