Chapter 2: Just a Bit of Friggin Fun

Debbie and Jake felt okay the next morning, neither mentioning the incident last night. They felt no discomfort in one another’s presence and Jake spent the day washing the car, helping his mum with the housework and then, in the evening, going round to a friend’s house. In the house alone, Debbie had been working out in the living room when, as she did he exercises, she’d began to think of last night. She had suddenly become very horny, thinking of her son’s touch on her tits and the way they’d got carried away and snogged. Turning off her music tape, Debbie had felt possessed by rampant horniness, her usually abstract sexual fantasies of being made love to by anonymous hunky men cast aside in favour of explicit thoughts about her son. She had stripped off in the living room and sat on the sofa and frigged her hot pink slit. After she had climaxed, Debbie wasn’t satisfied, so she had rushed upstairs and into Jonathan’s bedroom. She had lain on the boy’s bed and masturbated, thinking about her son, remembering how hard his cock had felt when she accidentally touched it last night, sliding two fingers into her hot snatch whilst shoving two more up her tight arsehole. Only after two powerful climaxes did Debbie’s rampant desires and thoughts subside. The naked blonde had sat up on the bed, shocked at the lust that had possessed her, particularly that it had been so consciously directed towards her son. Feeling a little ashamed, she had straightened up Jake’s bed then gone into the bathroom to shower.

Whilst under the hot steaming water, Debbie had heard her son arrive home. Panic had set in. Her work-out gear was downstairs and she had no clothes or dressing gown in the bathroom! She’d turned off the water and hear her son walk up the stairs.

“I’m home mum,” he’d called.

“Okay honey,” Debbie had replied.

She listened as Jake went into his bedroom before she made a break for it. Naked, she had slowly opened the bathroom door and glanced to one-side to where Jake’s room was. The door was open but the youth could not be seen. Debbie had slipped out the bathroom, quickly walking down the hallway and into her bedroom, shutting the door behind her and breathing deeply, relieved. She went to put some clothes on.

On Thursday they were sitting watching TV. Jake was, as usual, dressed in his favorite jeans and a T-shirt, whilst Debbie wore a short red skirt and a silk dark blue blouse.

All evening Jake was anxious to ask his mum if she might like to repeat the activity of last Friday night, which neither had spoken about. He was sure his mum would refuse, given that she had appeared to have expressed regret about it immediately afterwards.

To Jake’s shock — and delight — his mum made the first move.

“Jake honey?” she began.

“Yeah mum?” her son replied, casually.

“Do you want to do that thing that we did last Friday again?”

“Um, sure,” Jake said, feeling thrilled, “If you want to that is. I don’t want you to feel obliged to do so.”

“No no, I’m fine. We’re not doing anything wrong are we?”

“No, not at all,” agreed Jake.

He didn’t fully believe that, and he sensed his mum didn’t either, given that she had spoken of ‘that thing we did last Friday’ rather than ‘the time you played with my tits!’ Jake nonetheless felt that his mother’s denial of the reality of what they had done was no big deal though — if she was willing to do it, so was he.

Debbie knelt up on the sofa, unbuttoning her expensive blouse, smiling mischievously at Jake, who watched as his mum took off her blouse. She removed her bra next, kneeling up now in just her red skirt. Jake’s cock was growing stiff in his pants but he couldn’t hide the bulge and figured that there was no point anyway. Surely his mum knew what arousing effect this was having on his teen libido. Perhaps that was what she wanted!

“Grope away,” laughed Debbie, thrusting her boobs out towards her son, keeping it light-hearted to disguise her barely hidden lust. Jake reached out and started feeling his mum’s breasts, Debbie urging him on to ‘do whatever you want’ so that the boy didn’t feel nervously obliged to keep her happy, but just content to know he could explore her boobs as his leisure. Once again, Jake noticed that his mum’s nipples were very stiff which, coupled with her deep breathing, and indicated she was pretty damn turned on! He tried to ignore this fact though, and also his own erection in his pants, as he stroked and played with his mum’s tits. He liked cupping them, lifting the heavy round boobs upwards and feeling their not inconsiderable weight. He would squeeze them together to emphasize her cleavage, Debbie grinning, amused as her teenaged son played with her tits like a child would play with a toy.

After five-minutes, Jake was worried that he was so turned on he would shoot his load in his pants. He took his hands away and nervously said “I’ve er ... finished,” before breaking into giggles, as did Debbie. She had to admit; there wasn’t much else he could have said. She put her bra on and blouse and the two of them sat and watched some more TV. Jake left it as long as his patience would allow (three-minutes) before he claimed to be going upstairs ‘to do some homework’. He came downstairs forty-minutes later, having jacked off twice and foolishly thinking his mum wouldn’t have guessed what he’d really been up to! That night, in her bed alone, Debbie masturbated for an hour. She felt a bit ‘dirty’ for so consciously thinking of her son and how he’d so wonderfully played with her breasts earlier. However, she couldn’t help herself, frigging herself madly, fingering her cunt and arsehole. She felt guilty after she had climaxed three times in sixty-minutes but was too tired to dwell on things. She fell asleep on top of the bed-covers, naked and with sticky fingers.

A few days later, on Sunday. The little breast-fondling activity was repeated. This time, it was Jake who suggested it in after he and his mum had just finished breakfast. He hadn’t had his usual morning jerk-off session so he was feeling extra horny to the point of feeling confident enough to ask his mum if they could ‘do that thing, y’know ... where I play with your boobs’. Debbie was quite happy to comply. In the living room, on the sofa, Debbie knelt in just a pair of white jeans, her breasts on display for her son to enjoy. Jake was still in just a pair of boxer-shorts, having realized that his mum eyed him up a bit when he was topless and his sculpted young torso was on display.

He was soon merrily playing with his mum’s tits, growing more comfortable, as was Debbie. She got a thrill out of this and was slowly beginning to accept this. After all — as she so often said to Jake — it was only a bit of ‘fun’.

As Jake was lightly pinching her nipples and making her feel really good, she glanced down at the impressive bulge in his crotch. She cleared her throat and decided to suggest something a little more brave.

“Honey?” she began, “Do you want to relieve yourself?”

“How do you mean mum?” stammered Jake, hands on Debbie’s tits, blushing.

“Well, let’s be honest honey. When you’ve finished ... playing with me, you’ll nip upstairs to ... relieve yourself. You follow?”

“You mean, spank my monkey?” asked Jake, grinning.

“Yeah,” laughed Debbie, glad that the brief tension had been broken, “Yeah, that’s what I mean. I just wasn’t, er, sure of the current terminology. Anyway, instead of scurrying upstairs and doing it in private, why not do it down here? I mean, we’re friends, we’re mother and son, there’s no reason why we should have such secrets.”

“Um ... you mean, I just jack off here? In front of you?”

“If you want. You don’t have to. I just thought you might find it ... fun. I would, sort of.”

Jake grinned. This sounded wild and more than a little kinky, but his prick was far too stiff and throbbing to give his mildly neurotic doubts about this plan any attention. He got off the sofa and, only a little nervously, took off his shorts. He stood there in just his T-shirt, his mum kneeling on the sofa in just white jeans and white socks. The nipples atop her big firm breasts were erect and her crystal blue eyes were fixed to Jake’s crotch. Sprouting from his sparsely haired groin was his prick, which was seven-inches in length and incredibly hard looking. It was a good bit bigger than the average cock but it looked even more sizable because Jake was fairly slender and only five-foot-five, not yet having hit his growth spurt.