Chapter 3: Creamy Mom

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Debbie and Jake indulged in this new angle on their mutual fun on a daily basis, usually in the early evenings on weekdays, and then twice on Saturdays and Sundays — once in the morning, once in the evening, Jake still jerked off on his own a lot, not wanting to tire his mum out by getting her to do it for him all the time!

For the first week, they still referred to their indulgence as ‘that thing’ or ‘the little bit of fun of ours’. Eventually, after a another week, they grew more confident as their feelings of anxiety about the taboo nature of their intimacy decreased further and they grew more relaxed in one another’s presence in the course of such activity. Jake would confidently announce to his mum after dinner that ‘I’m horny, could you give me one of them super-hand jobs?’ and Debbie would casually chirp, ‘sure, one hand-job comin’ up!’ before urging her son upstairs. He couldn’t get upstairs fast enough! Debbie gave a great hand job and Jake loved the feeling of her hand pumping his cock and sending his sperm erupting into the air all over his belly. He liked it when stray drops of semen landed on his mum’s hand or arm. Once a nice dollop hit her bare thigh when she was wearing just shorts. They still kept things light-hearted though.

The most exciting time for Jake was when his mum beat him off in his own room. It had been a Saturday morning and he’d been coming out the bathroom in just his shorts with a big hard-on when his mum had come out of her room in just a dressing gown. After greeting each other good-morning, Debbie had spotted the tent her son had erected in his shorts and casually asked him to go to his room and wait naked on the bed whilst she went to the bathroom. Jake had done so, lying back naked with a big morning stiffie. To his delight his mum came into his room wearing just a pair of white cotton panties, almost see-through, her blonde bush almost visible through the thin white material.

As usual, Debbie had knelt next to Jake and whacked him off with her skilled fist, Jake fondling his mum’s tits but looking down past her flat belly to her panties. They were visibly moist and confirmed Jake’s suspicion that his mum was really getting off on this too. He wondered if she’d let him masturbate her! He knew that women fingered themselves and found it impossible to believe that his mum didn’t do it.

Soon enough, his cock exploded in his mum’s fist and his cum reached over a foot in the air before descending and splashing onto his torso. It was then that Debbie, without her cunt being touched in anyway, had actually cum just watching her son having an orgasm. She had gasped and panted, stifling her moans of pleasure, but Jake had been able to tell exactly what was going on. His mum was cuming, and it felt so erotic to watch that after breakfast, when his mum went out to visit a friend, Jake had gone and fished out his mum’s panties from the linen basket, the ones she’d worn that morning. He’d held them to his face, sniffing them and inhaling the musky aroma of her cunt, whilst beating off. He’d cum then, almost immediately stiff again, he’d masturbated a second time whilst fondling the panties. After shooting more sperm he’d put the garments back in the basket.

Jake had felt a little bit of guilt whilst he had a shower. He’d previously felt no guilt at all in the three weeks since he’d first started being allowed to play with his mother’s tits and then having her jerk him off. He put it down to being because he’d got the panties behind his mum’s back. True, even bearing in mind recent events he didn’t think he’d be able to ask his mum if could have her panties to sniff! However, it was because it was done sneakily that he felt a few twinges of guilt for the first time in ages. He decided to avoid such clandestine pervasions in the future and just be grateful for the delights of getting regular topless-hand jobs from his own gorgeous mum! He had one that evening, which proved that his guilt wasn’t all encompassing concerning his activities with his mother.

Another week went by. It was now late June. Debbie and Jake both held the opinion that what they were doing wasn’t quite ‘normal’ but it was undoubtedly fun and furthermore was a good way of preventing things from getting out of hand. Mother and son both privately thought that they would go too far and have sex with each other if their desires were left unchecked and so, by indulging in some topless hand-jobs, they were, in fact, taking the edge off of their lust and keeping it from getting out of hand. They were, they theorised to themselves, preventing incest rather than indulging in it.

Both of them, in the back of their minds, knew that the theory was a pile of shit. Their lust for each other was only growing.

One evening, jerking her son off whilst topless, Debbie had felt the urge to strip naked. She had seen her son totally nude and felt it was only fair that he see her nude. She suggested it to Jake who was, naturally, rather pleased! Letting go of Jake’s cock, Debbie had got off the bed and removed her shorts and panties, and also her socks. She was as naked as her son, and Jake was lost for words at the beauty of his mother’s body. Her cunt was bordered with lightly trimmed blonde hair and, when Debbie turned round to put her clothes in a neat pile on a chair, Jake got a great look at her beautiful behind. Then Debbie smiled sexily and got back on the bed, taking up where she left off. Jake didn’t bother touching his mother’s tits, he was content to just look down at her moist slit between her slightly parted thighs whilst he was jerked off by his mum. His sperm soon erupted whilst he stammered out cries of joy and lustful compliments about his mother’s body.

During the next week, Debbie tried going naked a few more times. Sometimes she still kept on panties or even jeans, but other times she went naked. They were doing it twice an evening during the week now and Debbie usually just went topless for the session before dinner but would be totally naked for the later session before bed. Jake didn’t touch up his mother’s tits much either, he enjoyed running his hands over her stomach or ribs, or — when she wore shorts or was naked — along his mother’s thighs. He didn’t touch her cunt though, but his fluttering fingers clearly wanted to go there. He was too nervous to go for it and feel her lovely moist cunt and Debbie was too nervous to ask him to. He would run his hands up and down her inner thighs though and soon Debbie was doing it naked all the time.

“Show me your cunt mum,” Jake was soon confidently saying as his mum would pump his cock. She’d obliging part her thighs further, caring less and less that what they were doing was clearly making them both more lustful rather than keeping their urges in check. “Mmmm, what a lovely cunt mum. Oh yeah,” Jake would gasp.

“It’s nice and wet honey, nice and hot and wet,” Debbie would boast, stroking Jake’s cock which would soon dutifully spray hot cum everywhere. Debbie previously would angle Jake’s cock in her fist to direct the cum over the boy’s torso but she was soon holding it upright when the thick rod fired its sauce, so that the cum would often splashdown on her arm.

Jake loved the sight of seeing his sperm on his mother’s lovely skin. It glistened so bright and white against the tanned flesh of her lovely slender body.

“Mom, can I cum on your boobs?” he asked one Monday evening, whilst his mum was — like him — nude whilst jerking him off. His arousal had loosened his tongue and made him feel more confident.

“Okay honey,” Debbie smiled. It sounded like a fine idea, and besides, they were both reaching the point where they had admitted to themselves that this was a far from innocent exercise anymore and, furthermore, that this didn’t bother them!

Debbie lay on her back along her bed. Jake knelt astride her stomach, his heavy balls dangling over her flat belly. The boy pumped his seven-inch tool, the swollen purple head hovering above her nice plump tits. Debbie licked her lips as she watched. She enjoyed it when stray drops of sperm hit her arm or even her thighs, but this was the first time Jake would be aiming the flow onto her directly and deliberately.

“I’m going to finger myself,” Debbie pointed out, feeling it only fair to warn her son in case he might, somehow, disapprove. Not every boy would be keen on witnessing his own mum masturbates.

“Go for it mum, go for it,” panted Jake, furiously jerking off. Debbie reached down under Jake’s crotch down to her own groin, and she slid two fingers into her cunt to the knuckle.

“Mmmm, uuuh,” Debbie moaned, for the first time able to actually frig her juicy cunt during these sessions with her son. She had thought of them as mutual-masturbation session but really this was the first time there had been anything mutual about it, although Debbie had climaxed sometimes just by her son feeling her tits up whilst she pulled his cock. “Oh my God, I’m gonna cum,” Debbie grinned, working hard on her cunt, her climax rushing up within moments, “Oh God, oh yeah. Oh Jake, mummy is cumming ... uuuuh!”

She squirmed erotically under Jake, who continued whacking off whilst kneeling astride her.

“Me too mum,” he grunted, “Me too ... all over your lovely tits mum ... oh GOD!” He pumped his cock with his blurred fist and his sperm began to erupt. It lashed out in stringy wads that sprayed over Debbie’s tits. Still in the height of her own climax, Debbie moaned with absolute desire and lust, four fingers up her twat and looking down as her son ejected his cum over her chest. “It’s a big load,” Jake grinned, slowing down his wrist actions, his prick oozing out the last of his sperm which landed on his mother’s sperm-splattered tits.

“Wow, that was fun,” Debbie said.

Jake moved to one side and lay back. Debbie took her fingers out her cunt and lay on her side, facing Jake, propped up on her elbow.

“You looked cool frigging yourself mum,” Jake commented, looking to the side at his mother’s Pretty, smiling face, “How come you don’t normally do it when you’re frigging me?”

“I don’t know, son. I just thought you might not like to see it for some reason.”

“I liked seeing it mum! You should do it more often.”

Debbie smiled. They originally thought of this as for Jake’s benefit, just his dear mum helping him relieve the randy teenager instead of him doing it himself. There was also the idea of giving him the thrill and novelty of feeling her tits. Now they had been doing this for six-weeks and there was no doubt feeling breasts was no longer a novelty for Jake (although he still loved it!) and now it was clear that both were turned on by the situation to a great degree. Debbie looked at her handsome young son’s face and leaned over, placing her lips to his. She’d meant it as an affectionate but maternal kiss but soon they were snuggling lustily. Their tongues slid in and out of one another’s mouths, exploring each other’s gums and wrestling with the other’s tongue. They moaned inwardly with pleasure, Debbie’s tits squashed against her son’s chest, transferring the sperm that covered her breasts to his skin.

After a minute they moved apart.

“This is fun mum,” Jake grinned, “You’re okay about it though?”

“Of course,” Debbie insisted, stroking her son’s hair, “I like it, we’re both having fun. As long as we don’t have actual ... y’know, intercourse ... then it’s not sex. And if it’s not sex then it’s not wrong.”

Jake smiled. Curiously, this was the first time the word ‘sex’ had ever been mentioned in relation to their activities. They both agreed with this theory, that they were not really having sex, even though it was pretty much close enough to it! The limits as to how far they would go in their ‘games’ were being pushed back constantly.

“Let’s do this more often mum,” Jake said, “We can do loads of things as long as we don’t have actual sex. I can cum on you and all sorts of stuff and...”