Incest/Taboo Family Traditions

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Hello reader! Thank you for your patience between chapters. This chapter is a bit longer but as usual, can be read as a standalone story but fits in to the 'Family Traditions' series. Hope you enjoy!

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Despite what the clock read, Tricia's work week was essentially over and she was slipping out of work mode. She'd be out of office the following week, using the waning days of Summer before classes at the University started up again to go away with the family. Lena was working a volleyball camp near the coast, a few hours drive from where they lived and Abby was coincidentally set to attend a Sports Medicine clinic in the same area. Chris also had reason to celebrate as he had earned a promotion at work and the new position started in a couple weeks time. Deciding to make a mini vacation out of the convenient circumstances; they planned on staying in a beach house near the camp and clinic. Tricia was looking forward to a week away with her family as well as a week away from work before the next semester started.

She sat at her desk, staring out the large corner window, mentally checking off everything that needed doing before they left for the coast. As she went up and down the list in her head; she couldn't help but start to think about all the possibilities the next week held. The family had become closer than ever since Chris became a part of their 'family traditions' and a week together in a house on the beach provided ample opportunity to get even closer.

Tricia sat in her office letting her imagination run wild with all sorts of scenarios, each more intense than the last. She felt herself getting a warm and familiar tingle between her legs. Without much thought, her hand landed just above her hose covered knee and she closed her eyes; feeling the sheer fabric on her fingertips, savoring the feeling as they worked their way up her leg. Tricia caught herself before she went any further, snapping back to reality and resisting the urge to masturbate then and there in her office during work hours. She sat up and adjusted herself, taking a deep breath and collecting her thoughts.

Tricia spent the next few minutes organizing her mental to-do list and prepping her office for her absence. She was meeting Chris to celebrate his recently earned promotion over dinner, just the two of them since Abby and Lena had plans of their own. It didn't take long for Tricia to beging thinking about Chris and their first experience together in the very office she was in. Her mind raced with memories and her own made up scenarios, the urge to touch herself quickly returning.

At 4.00p, with her mind foggy with sexual thoughts, Tricia finally turned her out of office auto reply email on and any incoming calls outside of the office would go straight to voicemail. She let out a heavy sigh, releasing the week's stress in one big breath. She turned towards the large window, overlooking the random bustling of the campus below and continued to let her mind wander. She slid her heels off her feet and rubbed some of the soreness out of her arches and toes, a feeling that resonated up her legs and between her thighs. Between her own caressing and the mental images dancing inside her head; she felt her nipples harden and her panties begin to dampen.

Her body begged to be touched further and she was losing her ability to ignore her own desires. Tricia still had time before Chris got off work and she knew she couldn't resist much longer. As she scanned her office in a futile attempt to stay busy, her eyes landed on the couch against the wall. It was the place where she first felt Chris' rock hard cock in her hands and the spot where mother and son came together for the first time. She felt a warmth between her legs and her knees get weak. She walked slowly but with determination over to the couch and sat down in the same spot Chris and her fucked previously.

Tricia sunk into the couch and undid the top two buttons on her blouse. Her thoughts of Chris and his body were driving her crazy, her excitement building with each memory replaying in her mind. She immediately felt flush and her cheeks and chest get warm. The familiar tingle grew between her legs and Tricia crossed her legs in an attempt to apply pressure to her crotch, teasing herself and indulging in her own thoughts.

She tilted her neck to the side and lightly traced her fingertips from her collarbone down to her chest, making sure to linger on the exposed skin not covered by her bra. Tricia closed her eyes and bit her lip while her free hand clutched the arm of the couch as if getting ready to hold on for the ride. Her breathing intensified and she felt her heart beat faster at her own touch.

She began thinking about Chris' hands on her body, grabbing her hips as he slid inside of her wet pussy. Tricia bit her lip harder remembering the look on her son's face as they came together for the first time. She felt the wetness building between her legs as her right hand disappeared beneath her unbuttoned shirt, cupping her left breast over her bra. Her left hand clutched the arm of the couch with a tighter grip, resisting her animalistic urge to slide it beneath her now soaking panties and pantyhose.

Tricia's right hand made the move beneath her bra and a moan escaped her lips when her fingers found her stiff nipple. She closed her eyes and her imagination ran through several scenarios, each getting more intense as her body let go and embraced the pleasure.

Pinching and pulling her nipple, she continued to bite her lip and imagined her son's mouth in place of her own fingers. She moved her left hand from the arm of the couch and placed it on her left thigh; applying pressure as her mind raced with thoughts of Chris.

Her hands worked in unison; getting as close to masturbation as she could without actually fucking herself. She wanted her son next to her. She wanted Chris' hard cock in her hands, his pre cum providing the lube for her to stroke while he buried his head into his mother's chest; as if he were feeding again. She wanted to stroke his hair, feel his body squirm as she cradled his body.

Tricia's actions intensified and her own body began to writhe. Her moans turned to grunts and her hips raised and lowered, beckoning her own hands to go further and provide relief to her throbbing clit. Tricia's mind pictured her son bending her over, grabbing her hips, and fucking her from behind. She moved her right hand out from under her bra and began to paw and massage both breasts through her shirt. Her eyes were still closed and her body was still bucking in rhythm with her own touches.

"Mmmm that's it baby. Mommy's good boy. You want to give mommy that cock, don't you, baby..." Tricia's whispers escaped her lips, dripping with lust for her son's touch. The thought of his tender touching, her motherly instinct to be gentle and caring filled her with as much excitement as the thought of her boy taking control and showing her he can be in charge.

She wanted ride her naughty boy's face; covering his lips and tongue with her cum just as much as she wanted him to look down at her as he slid his throbbing cock into her waiting mouth. Tricia finally gave in and lifted one leg onto the couch; creating enough of a space for her left hand to make contact with her pantyhose covered crotch. Tricia nearly climaxed as soon as her fingers made contact with the soaked hosiery. She pressed two fingers close to her clit and her body immediately tensed up.

Tricia gave serious consideration to ripping her pantyhose right then and there; the intensity of her lust continuing to build to a crescendo. Her juices soaked through her panties and pantyhose; sticking to her probing fingers and leaving them wet as she pushed them deeper into her still covered hole. As her right hand continued to massage her breasts; Tricia brought her now wet left index and middle fingers up to her lips and shoved them into her mouth; tasting her juices. She sucked and licked her cum off her digits and returned them to her dripping cunt.

Tricia felt the intensity build and her toes started to curl while her hands seemed to work independently of her brain which was too busy focusing on daydreams of her son's tongue and cock. Her hips pressed back against her fingers, now furiously rubbing her pussy through the sheer fabric and lace panties.

Tricia was lost in her own world; feeling her orgasm build and anticipating her orgasm on the same couch she first fucked her son. She wanted to feel Chris' cock explode inside of her; his spunk hitting the back of her pussy as he called her mommy while his body shook and trembled. She could almost feel her pussy gripping his cock; holding on tightly as he shot his load into the hole he came from.

Tricia braced for her own orgasm, moving her right hand from her breasts to her mouth; remembering at the last second that her Secretary was still nearby. Her chest heaved and her hips bucked and tossed and Tricia let go; ready to ride her climax.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuooooh fuckjesusfuck" Tricia felt the warm liquid seeping out of her slit and soaking her already drenched panties and pantyhose. Her hands slowed and lingered on her pulsating clit as well as her heaving breasts. Tricia began to slowly come back to her surroundings, her entire body buzzing with satisfaction as she attempted to corral her breathing.

She moved at a snail's pace, not wanting to lose the post-orgasm feeling but after a minute or so, Tricia did her best to compose herself. She made it back to her desk on legs that felt like jello, pulling her skirt down and buttoning her shirt back up in the process. As she sat down, she felt her dripping wet panties and pantyhose cling to her soaking pussy; a sensation that nearly sent her over the edge again. Tricia brought her fingers, still wet with her excitement, up to her lips and began sucking them dry. Her tongue danced over her digits, tasting the rewards of her handiwork between her legs. She was jolted out of her distractions by the beeping of her phone's intercom.

The secretary, Ellie, pressed once more after Tricia initially froze. Tricia turned beet red and started panicking thinking Ellie might have heard her. Was she loud? Could Ellie have heard her? Tricia became angry with herself for being careless even as a part of her found the thought of Ellie hearing her turned her on.

Tricia cleared her throat and hit the 'talk' button. "Sorry, Ellie. I was on the other side of the room looking for something." Tricia tried to sound as normal as she could but she felt that the more normal she tried to sound, the more Ellie must have caught on.

"are you, uh, heading out?" Tricia continued.

"In a few minutes."

"Ok, well I won't be too far behind you. Probably a good time to get the weekend started."

"Great. Oh, I almost forgot!," Ellie's voice responded with urgency. "I have those press releases you asked for."

"Oh wow, seriously?!" Tricia couldn't hide her surprise. She knew since hiring Ellie that things were running much smoother than they had been before, but Tricia hadn't expected that assignment for another couple weeks. "That is... seriously impressive. Might need to steal you away for myself."

Tricia heard Ellie let out a light giggle and could sense her proud embarrassment through the speaker.

"Umm can I bring them into you?"

"Uh..." Tricia looked around and smoothed out her clothes, making sure she didn't have the "I just masturbated" look.

"Yeah, give me two seconds to unlock the door." Tricia clicked the speaker and tried to organize herself as best she could. She walked to the door and opened it; Ellie turned her head from her desk and smiled as she acknowledged her boss.

Tricia gestured to Ellie to come in; only then realizing she didn't remember to put her heels back on.

As Ellie entered the room; Tricia noticed her blushing and avoiding direct eye contact. Tricia grabbed her heels and sat at her desk, pointing Ellie to sit in the chair opposite of her.

Tricia began to put her heels back on, not realizing the button she had undone revealed quite a bit more than she realized.

"Sorry, Ellie. My feet were killing me and figured with most folks gone I could give them a rest."

Ellie couldn't help but glance at Tricia's cleavage in full view. Only when Ellie began to respond did Tricia realize what she was looking at.

"Oh... Ummm, I don't... I didn't even notice. No ... Ummmm, hey it's your office!" Ellie tried to compose herself but she felt her face turn deep red.

Tricia didn't bother to redo the undone button; instead sitting back and hoping if she limited her movement; there wouldn't be much to see.

"Are those the press releases?" Tricia asked Ellie.

"Yeah, right here."

"Just pop them on the desk. I'll take them with me over the weekend and let you know if we need to change anything but I trust you. I'm sure they're fine." Tricia moved her eyes off her desk and back towards Ellie. She swore she caught Ellie staring at her chest and felt a rush of adrenaline between her thighs at the thought of it. Sensing Ellie's nerves and anxious to get to dinner with Chris; Tricia decided it was time for the weekend.

"Unless there is anything else, what say we both get out of here and get our weekend started?" Tricia smiled and Ellie agreed.

Tricia gathered herself and her things after Ellie left her office and locked her office behind her. She was ready for the weekend and the subsequent week off but at the moment, was excited to celebrate Chris and his promotion.

Tricia walked to her car and with each step she felt her drenched panties rub against her smooth pussy. She got in her car and began the ten minute drive to the restaurant.

"Left the office a bit later than planned. Go ahead and get seated and I'll see you soon, sweetie" Tricia texted Chris just as he entered the parking lot in his Uber.

Chris sat in the back corner of the restaurant, secluded and away from most of the restaurant. He wasted time on his phone while waiting until his mother arrived. After a few minutes of mindless scrolling, he lifted his head up at the sound of heels clicking against the floor coming towards him.

Looking up from his phone, he couldn't help but be struck by his mom's beauty as she walked towards him, a smile on her face. He watched and admired her figure and how her breasts filled out her button up blouse and how her pantyhose covered legs looked as she seemed to glide across the floor.

"Congratulations on your promotion! Oh I'm so proud of you!" Tricia hugged Chris, her breasts pressing against his arms and chest. Chris felt his cock stir in his pants as his mother's perfume filled his nose and her lipstick covered lips planted a kiss on his cheek, dangerously close to his lips.

Composing himself, Chris blushed but sat down and the two began their mother/son date.

The two sat and talked; discussing their days and enjoying each other's company. Tricia ordered a bottle of wine for the table; the server not bothering to check IDs nor care about much of anything.

Appetizers came and went, the two enjoyed the company of the other and went back and forth about all sorts of topics.

What started out as a typical mother son dinner began to evolve, however and as the wine began to disappear, Tricia and Chris inched closer, closing the gap between them.

It was clear both mom and son were feeling flirty and with their booth secluded from the busier parts of the restaurant, they didn't worry about being interrupted.

Chris went to the bathroom and as he stood up, he realized the alcohol was having more of an effect on him than he thought. Tricia felt the effects of the wine as well; her face and chest warming up and her inhibitions slowly leaving her mind. Tricia thought back to her office earlier in the day and felt the familiar wetness between her legs. She was in a great mood and also committed to finish what she had started on her couch in her office. She took note of a man sitting down at the table nearby, but between the alcohol and her hormones; she wouldn't be deterred.

Chris returned just as Tricia placed the empty bottle on the edge of the table, motioning to the server for another round.

Chris approached and noticed that Tricia had moved to the opposite side of the semi-circle booth; restoring the space that had slowly disappeared before he went to the restroom. At first he assumed his mother didn't want to continue their obvious flirtation for fear of being seen by the other patrons or their server and while disappointed; didn't want to push it.

Chris reached the booth and looking down; saw his mother's pantyhose covered foot placed next to where he was about to sit. His head turned quickly to Tricia and his heart sank and his mouth went dry.

Chris sat down and his eyes returned to his mother; as if to confirm what he was seeing was indeed real and intentional. Tricia saw her son's flustered reaction and his inability to hold eye contact got her even hotter. His nervousness was endearing to her; causing her maternal instincts to kick in. She was ready to cradle him and guide him - to be his Mrs. Robinson. She felt her own body tingle and tried to make sure her own heavy breathing wasn't too obvious.

Her eyes were focused intently on his; a look of lustful determination was directed towards him while she held a pinky playfully between her teeth. As soon as Chris settled into the booth; he felt his cock stiffen and press into his boxer briefs. The look in his mother's eyes sent shockwaves throughout his body. He made eye contact with her and she gave him a slight nod; assuring him she was ready for the next step.

Chris's hand trembled as he placed it on his mother's shin; the contact sending a jolt of electricity through her legs and up to her now wet pussy. At first Chris was unsure of what exactly to do. It didn't take long until his cock was hard and pressing against his underwear, creating a very noticeable bulge in his jeans. Tricia took her fingers out of her mouth and began to bite her lip instead; trying hard not to throw her head back with pleasure as her son began to slowly stroke the area above her foot.

The feel of his mother's pantyhose covered foot made his cock twitch with every motion. The silky smooth fabric under his fingertips made him want to feel every inch of her; causing him to briefly forget where they were. He was lost in the moment; staring down at the table; his hand the only body part moving aside from his growing cock. Tricia exhaled; briefly taking Chris out of his trance. His hand stopped moving and instead rested on her shin. Tricia saw the look in Chris' eyes as they shot back to her; a son looking to his mother for assurance he was doing it right.

Tricia nodded at her son with a wry, warm smile. She made sure he saw her lips move as she very lightly whispered to him, "good boy" followed by a wink.

Chris felt his cock pulse and throb and as he adjusted his body, could feel a wet spot on his boxer briefs. He wanted nothing more than to take his cock out right then and there but even if no one else was around; he felt frozen.

Tricia moved her foot from under her son's hand and placed in Chris' lap. Chris inhaled sharply, feeling the smooth hose covered foot land gently on the growing bulge. Tricia let out a small gasp when she felt the product of her teasing. As far as the two were concerned; they were the only two in the restaurant; ignoring everyone else there.

Chris didn't want to move, instead he wanted to live in that moment forever. Without warning, Tricia shifted her body and took her foot off her son's lap. Chris let out a brief whine and gave his mother a look a son gives his mother when they take away their favorite toy.

"Here you go. Can I get you anything else?" The server approached towards Tricia, bringing another bottle of wine.

"Thank you. We're good, thanks!" Tricia responded as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening beneath the table. The server startled Chris and he was too flustered to even look his direction, let alone respond.

Tricia took her time pouring the two glasses and the tension built with each second that passed, mother and son waiting for the next move. Chris watched his mother pouring their drinks; his heart still pounding and his cock still throbbing.

Tricia lifted her glass and tipped it towards Chris. "To your promotion, baby. So proud of you." Tricia winked and took a sip. She placed her foot back on to Chris's lap and a relieved look came across his face.

Tricia worked her foot across the still throbbing bulge, each round getting both mother and son that much more worked up. Tricia enjoyed the feeling of her son's hard cock on her hose covered feet and couldn't get enough of the look of ecstasy on his face. After a few more rotations around his lap, Tricia sat up and moved closer to Chris. She was ready for what was next.

"I'm so proud of you, baby. I know how hard you've worked. You deserve it all, Chrissy."

"Thanks, ma." Chris gathered enough composure to respond. "I must get it from you guys" he smiled.

Tricia ran her fingernails slowly over her son's covered legs. Their bodies were now touching, Tricia nearly in Chris's lap. She felt young again - she felt like she was on a first date; flirting and seducing a young man with the only difference was that this date was her son. Chris' body was still but his mind raced. The smell of his mother's perfume and the feel of her breasts pressed against his arm drove him wild. He wanted to rip the buttons off her shirt and fuck her senseless right there.

Tricia continued getting closer to Chris; her hand now rubbing his upper thigh; teasing him and feeling him squirm beneath her touch. She leaned in closer to Chris; bringing her lips to his ears as he bent slightly down to meet her level.

Chris felt his mother's breath on his ear and goosebumps began to form on the left side of his body. He continued to look straight ahead while Tricia playfully teased him; catching a glimpse of a man seated at a table roughly 15 feet away from them. His heart sank and he became self conscious that people could see.

"Mo...wai...mom, wait." Chris whispered nervously, not wanting his mother to wait but not wanting anyone to see what was happening either. "Someone can see us..."

Tricia didn't move her body but instead lightly turned her head as if she were looking at something on their table. Her heart raced as she noticed the man trying to be sly and watch without being seen. The booth Tricia and Chris were sitting at was elevated and the booth itself was at eye level for the peeping Tom. Tricia noticed that he was the only person who could see what was happening and because of the lighting; their faces wouldn't be easily seen. She also noticed the man had one hand on the table and one underneath; a revelation that sent electricity through her body.

"What do you think, baby. Should we give him a show?" Tricia whispered breathlessly into her son's ear, his eyes closing with anticipation and pleasure. He could only slightly nod as he felt his mother's hand reach the protruding bulge in his jeans.

"Mmm there he is... such a naughty boy... getting so hard for mommy in public." Tricia's own excitement carried her forward. She began massaging Chris' now throbbing member as she playfully licked and bit his earlobe, her lips stopping only to whisper more into his ear.

"I'm so wet for you, baby. I got off at work today in my office thinking about my sweet boy inside of me." Her hands rubbed the tip of his cock through his jeans as he began to inhale sharply. "This cock buried deep inside the hole he came from."

Tricia continued rubbing and slightly turned towards the man to see if he was still watching. Much to her delight, he was. She made sure to keep her eyes focused on the dark, shadowy outline of his face. She was unsure how much he could see; but judging by his body language; he could see enough. She had hoped her prolonged gazing conveyed to him they knew they had an audience.

Tricia's body tingled all over. Her desire to suck and fuck in that moment overwhelmed her and feeling the outline of her son's cock, she couldn't resist any further. I think it's time to take that beautiful cock out, baby. Mommy wants to feel it."

Despite the setting, Chris too was overcome lust and desire. He shifted his body closer to Tricia's; wanting to crawl into her and feel every motion of her touching.

Chris' breathing was heavy and he was unsure if he was going to be able to last long enough to even get his cock out. He didn't want to cum yet but his mother was making that difficult. He placed his hand on his belt, beginning to undo the buckle but pausing almost immediately. He turned to Tricia; who took the opportunity to plant a kiss on her son's lips; believing that was his goal. Chris savored the feel of his mother's full lips but also knew any further contact would bring him closer to orgasm. Chris broke the kiss off and like a timid son confiding an embarrassing confession to his mother; breathlessly whispered into her waiting lips.

"M...mom I think I'm going to cum already." Chris said, sheepishly. He wanted to live in this moment; not wanting to cum too quickly and waste this instance but his cock strained against his boxer briefs and jeans, begging to be let out. His pre cum soaked his underwear, so much so that he even thought he already ejaculated without any skin to skin contact.

Tricia reassured her son without saying a word; giving Chris a tender kiss on the cheek and placing her hand back on his belt.

"Shhhh shhhh... it's ok, baby. I want you to cum, ok? It feels like you have a huge load for me. You going to give it to me? Hmm?" Tricia and Chris were cheek to cheek while mother's hands worked on relieving her son. Her soft and quiet voice trickled into Chris's ears and her encouragement was all he needed.

Tricia undid her son's belt and the button on his jeans. Chris raised his hips allowing his mom to undo the zipper and slide his pants and underwear down enough to release his aching cock. His member sprang out, slapping against his stomach, leaving a trail of precum from his shirt to the tip of his swollen head.

Tricia moaned with excitement. Still cheek to cheek, she looked down at her son's throbbing manhood; the head red and swollen; glistening and covered with his sticky precum. "That's it, sweetie. That's what mommy wants to see..."

Chris couldn't help but tilt his head back in ecstasy as Tricia used her fingertips to lightly play with the head of his cock, his precum sticking to her fingers. Tricia looked back at the watching man; both his hands now under the table. She took her fingers into her mouth, her tongue dancing and swirling around her digits, savoring the sweet and salty taste of her son's seed.

Tricia used a mixture of her saliva and her son's cum to lube her hand up. Looking down at her son's twitching cock, delighted at the sight of more precum seeping out of the top, Tricia began to lightly stroke Chris's member. Chris' right hand clutched the table as if he were on a roller coaster and his left hand found his mother's knee. Tricia draped her right knee over Chris's left leg and lifted her skirt up enough so both had access to her inner thighs.

Tricia used her fingernails and the tips of her fingers to stroke her son's cock from above. Chris attempted to maintain his composure and keep his cool, but he couldn't help but twitch and moan as his mom's hand caressed his manhood under the table. His breathing was heavy and he inhaled sharply through his nose. He brought his head back down and looked across the table and saw the watching man staring intently at his mother giving him a handjob. He felt exposed and his heart raced, every ounce of his better judgement telling him they needed to stop but his cock was rock hard and the excitement of being watched overruled any apprehension. His mind raced and he felt a rush unlike any he'd experienced before. In that moment, there were only two other people in that restaurant and this new experience was sending Chris close to the edge.

It helped that chris couldn't make out the man's face and also knowing the lighting was dim enough that he and his mom couldn't be easily identified either. In that moment he wondered what the man must be thinking. He was curious if he was aware that he was watching a mother jerk off her son and how that would have changed things, if at all. With each stroke, Chris got closer to releasing. The smell of his mother's hair was now in his nostrils as Tricia concentrated on pleasing her son. Chris was careful not to be too loud and made sure his moans were directed into Tricia's hair and neck; anywhere except for out loud.

Tricia looked up from his lap to see his reactions; noticing that Chris's focus was on the man watching.

"I think he likes it, baby. I bet he wishes it was his cock..." Tricia brought her face back up to Chris's; her lips grazing his earlobe once more.

"I'm close, m...I'm close..." the words sputtered out of Chris's mouth as soon as that familiar feeling in his balls began.

"Mmm you going to be a good boy and cum in mommy's hand? Hmm? Tell me, baby boy. Tell mommy you're going to cum."

"I'm going to... ohhhhh...." Chris couldn't finish his sentence but Tricia wanted to hear him say it.

"Tell mommy you're going to cum, Chrissy. Make a mess in mommy's hand... give him a show and make him see how mommy makes you cum."

Chris felt his body tense up and his heart sunk down to his stomach. He clenched his fist and his knuckles turned white as his clutched the edge of the table. His legs shot straight out and kicked the base of the table, causing the silverware and glasses to clank around on the table. Chris gritted his teeth and felt a surge of pressure build in his loins.

Using the last ounce of self control he had, Chris focused hard and made sure he didn't scream out in the middle of the restaurant.

"oh fuck, oh fuck you're making me cum, mommy. Mommy yo... mommy you... oh fuck mommy, I'm cummmmmm....."

Chris's body twitched and jerked as Tricia's hand continued to stroke his erupting cock. She gasped as she felt wave after wave of his semen erupting from her son's throbbing member, covering her palm and slipping between her fingers.

"Ooooh that's it, baby boy. Give it all to mommy. Oh that's it... mmmm good boy... good boy." Tricia's encouragement only helped intensify Chris's orgasm. Tricia carefully continued to work her son's manhood with her cum soaked hand; each pass along his shaft and sensitive tip causing his body to jerk and twitch.

His breathing was heavy and he tried to compose himself after an earth rattling orgasm. He clutched on to his mom's leg and watched as Tricia brought her hand to her lips. Panting and unable to move, Chris watched as his mother put on a show for both he and the gentleman watching them; at first putting the side of her palm into her mouth and then using her tongue to lick each digit clean. She sucked each finger deliberately, savoring the salty and sweet taste of her son's juices.

Before Tricia reached her pinky she watched as the man's body stiffened and his head bucked backwards and forwards. Tricia paused briefly, enthralled by what she was witnessing and the man's apparent orgasm catching her by surprise. By this point her free hand had found it's way to her inner thigh. She had been too preoccupied with her son's cock and a stranger watching them that she had ignored her own satisfaction and now her left hand pressed against the crotch of her drenched pantyhose.

She continued to lick and suck the remaining cum from her hands as Chris composed himself, his hand now rubbing her right leg while Tricia slowly massaged her left inner thigh and the area around her mound. Chris adjusted his body; his now softening member was still covered in his own ejaculation but he was finally regaining his strength, still occupied by the lust the situation instilled in him. Tricia tried to get as much of his cum off his cock with her fingers as he shifted his body, wishing she could lick his rod clean with her tongue.

She scraped another finger full of jism from her son's spent cock and brought it to her lips, covering them as if it was chapstick. Without saying a word, Chris understood what his mom wanted him to do. With his pants and underwear still below his balls, Chris leaned in and planted his lips on to his mom's; each of their tongues dancing around the other. The taste of Chris's cum filled mother and son's mouth; the result of a rather public handjob and something Chris had never experienced before.

They broke their kiss and ended it with a few pecks for good measure; ensuring her lips were cleaned.

Chris began to pull his boxer briefs and pants back up, his post nut clarity suggesting he not keep his pecker out the entire time.

"Fuck, mom. I haven't cum that hard since... well, ever I think." Chris readjusted his body and shifted his attention to Tricia. He now turned towards his mother; putting his left arm around her shoulder and his right hand back on her hose covered knee.

By this point Tricia's focus was back on the stranger; her curiosity about his next move intrigued her and turned her on to an extent she didn't realize she could get to outside of their usual family traditions. She felt Chris's hand on her knee and began to rub herself through her pantyhose; her skirt lifted high enough for access.

"Mmm you did so good, Chrissy. I think our friend over there got off too." Tricia moaned and her words were soft as she continued to probe her beckoning cunt. Chris saw that his mother was squirming beneath her own touch and was eager to return the favor and assist in any way he could.

Chris moved his hand awkwardly in between his mother's legs. He could feel the warmth emanating from between her thighs and the sexual tension was thick and surrounded mother and son.

"You need to get off too, mom. I can feel how excited you are..." Chris whispered directly into Tricia's ear, his eagerness to please her - a combination of adult lust and a son's desire to please his mother - evident in his tone. Tricia found it sweet; but also incredibly sexy; the way her boy's appetite for her was coming through.

Tricia pressed her hips forward to meet her son's hand and Chris felt his spent cock twitch with life when he felt how wet his mother's pantyhose were. Chris began to rub his hand up and down, pressing his fingers into Tricia's hose covered slit.

Chris fumbled around attempting to find a way under Tricia's pantyhose and panties, awkwardly trying to repay the pleasure his mom had provided him. Tricia did her best to accommodate him but came up with an idea she had begun thinking about earlier in the night.

"Let's go to the bathroom, baby. That'll give us more room..." Tricia's suggestion intrigued Chris. Chris let his hand linger between his mother's thighs; allowing Tricia to lead the way. Tricia began to sit up, adjusting her skirt and pulling it back down and not giving Chris enough time to let his doubts creep in.

Chris zipped up and buckled his belt; the feel of his leftover cum coating his boxer briefs against his member as well as the thought of following his mother into a public bathroom made his cock stir once more. He surprised even himself that he could get this excited that quickly after such an intense orgasm. The two made sure they were both ready to leave the booth and just as Tricia began to get up; she took one last look at the stranger at the table and got another idea.

Turning back to Chris, Tricia went for it. "Should we invite our friend? We don't have to if you're uncomfortable. I figured he can just watch. We've already given him one show, what's one more?"

Chris was taken aback by his mother's question and was unsure of how to answer. Every rational bone in his body was rejecting the thought but there was no way he could say no to his mother. He took a brief second to contemplate and as he played the scenario out in his head; he realized his cock grew harder every time he pictured someone else watching him fuck his mother. He was hesitant but willing; provided a few questions were answered.

Chris's mind raced and he tripped over his words trying to get clarification from Tricia.

"Uh, yeah. I mean. Are you sure? What about dad? Just watching right? Do you think he knows you're my mom?" His words spilled out and Tricia sat back down next to Chris. She placed her hand on his lap, rubbing his cock the way a mother rubs her son's knee or arm when consoling them after a fall. She smiled and kissed him softly on the lips.

"Baby, all I care about is if you're comfortable. I just thought it would be kind of... I don't know... sexy? But if you're not comfortable then that's completely fine. As long as I get to have you; nothing else matters, baby." Tricia couldn't help but find the situation ironic. A mother comforting her son and reassuring him that things would be ok. The only difference was that they were talking about fucking in a public place and the possibility of a stranger watching.

Chris felt the warmth of his mother's words. He also felt her hand on his cock and her hose covered thigh beneath his hands; causing a flood of different emotions and feelings all at once. He sat for a brief moment and contemplated their next move and decided he was about to fuck his mother in a public bathroom. To draw the line at a stranger watching didn't make much sense and the idea of him just watching got him progressively more excited to his own surprise.

Chris decided to jump in with both feet and threw caution to the wind. He looked Tricia in the eye and felt his cock stir; exhaling his agreement and nodding his head at his mother.

Tricia responded with an eager smile and a kiss on her son's cheek.

"Ok, Chrissy. You go first. If someone else is in there; just wash your hands and then come back out. If we're clear; stay in there. Got it, baby?"

Stepping out of the booth and walking in a way to cover the growing hard cock popping out of his pants and inevitable wet spot caused by his spunk, Chris went over the instructions in his head, avoiding eye contact with the stranger at the table. His heart beat nearly out of his chest thinking about what was about to transpire. Chris didn't think anything could top getting a handjob from his mother under the table at a restaurant but it turns out that was only the beginning.

Opening the door with his mind still racing; Chris was unsure of what to expect. The adrenaline surged through his body; his limbs feeling light and shaky walking into the bathroom. Two stalls and a counter and sink combo made up the room. Chris gave a quick scan around and nervously confirmed there was no one else in there. He checked both stalls and found himself pleasantly surprised at the cleanliness of the bathroom and began to look around for the best spot to continue their rendezvous.

Chris settled in the larger stall; thinking about how best to set up. He sat down on the closed toilet seat after undoing his belt and zipper. He couldn't wait to get his pants off and let his cock out; however Chris decided to wait until Tricia joined, instead making just enough room for his hand to grip his bulge. He rubbed his aching cock through his boxer briefs, soaked both with cum and precum, carefully as to not get off before his mom entered. Waiting for what seemed like an eternity, Chris tried to slow his breathing and regain his composure but the feel of his stiff rod, covered in his own semen, turned him on even more. Making the decision to pull his member out through the fly portion of his underwear; he realized if anyone walked in at that moment; there's a good chance they'd see him cock in hand. He pushed the stall door closed but didn't lock it, listening intently for the bathroom door to open.​