Incest/Taboo Mom Knows How To Motivate!

As always, this story is fictitious and any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters are imaginary and exist only within the confines of this story and my happy imagination. I look forward to your feedback which has been very helpful of late in making my offerings to you all the better. Enjoy!

"Now, Mrs. Porter, I'm not sure what's going on with Josh. He just doesn't seem motivated." My son's Economics teacher shifted in his seat, trying to surreptitiously scope out my breasts as he continued to discuss the problems Josh was having in his class. I shifted a little away from Mr. Delson, wishing I hadn't picked out this particular sweater to wear to the Parent-Teacher conference. The V-necked cashmere sweater clung too tightly to my breasts and too much cleavage was exposed and this horny guy couldn't resist letting his eyes crawl over my partially exposed breasts.

I sighed unhappily as I listened. Since starting his senior year, my son had been listless, preoccupied, distracted and unreliable in his duties for his classes – not taking notes, not turning in homework, not studying for quizzes and tests. In short, my son was about to fail and not graduate if he didn't make a complete turnaround. It had been the same with each teacher I had visited.

I finally had to retreat from Mr. Delson's continuous litany of my son's problems, him rehashing them over and over as he stalled for more time to eyeball me. I stood up and backed out of the room, trying to be polite, saying, "I'll have a good talk with Josh and we'll get him turned around, Mr. Delson," I stammered before I turned and fled, hating the fact that he was now staring at my butt. I regretted wearing the dressy jeans I had on. They were probably a little too tight and I hated thinking about the dirty movies going on in my son's teacher's mind.

Things didn't get any better when I went and visited Mrs. Henderson, Josh's English Teacher. She was close to my age and I'd known her for years – I saw often at the local health which I frequented often in an effort to keep my figure in check. She had had my son for English every year that he'd been in High School. "Corinne, he's been this way since the semester started," she told me. "Josh has always been a lively student – always participating in class, always keeping a high B+ or an A in my classes. But now, missing assignments, he's doing terrible on my tests and he's squeaking by with a C- only by my good graces. He's looking at best a 'D' or worse if he doesn't turn it around."

"I just don't know what has happened with him," I replied, not quite telling the truth. "I've been hoping it's just a phase Josh's going through and that he'll snap out of it."

Mrs. Henderson pursed her lips and studied me for a minute. She appeared to be struggling with a decision. Finally she nodded and as she unlocked a drawer, she said, "I think, I think I have an idea, Corinne. I'm not sure I should show you this, but if anyone can help your son, I think it will be you." She reached into the drawer and pulled out a sheet of notebook paper. "We were reviewing for a test over Shakespeare last week and instead of writing notes, I caught Josh drawing this. I took it up."

She handed it to me. I looked down and gasped. It was a picture of a naked woman drawn in colored pencils. Josh had always had artistic talent, but the detail here shocked me. My son had drawn a woman in a reclining position, hints of a sedan or sofa around the edges. She was a woman on the edge of voluptuousness, with full, mature breasts, a stomach on the edge of flatness and roundness, legs that were long and shapely. Between her open thighs was a neatly trimmed bush pointing downward towards a thick lipped vagina, partly open. Somehow, Josh had even managed to portray a hint of wetness in the slight opening

The woman's eyes were hazel and her hair was long and unruly, hints of red in the dark brown hair. Lips were apart, conveying a gasp of excitement, her expression one of joy or maybe arousal. Silently I noted how talented my son was. I recognized this woman and this body. I should – I looked at it every morning in the mirror.

"Oh my goodness," I whispered, feeling my face begin to burn. "I don't know – I don't know what to say, Doris. What will happen, what kind of discipline will he..." I lost my voice.

I felt the room spinning, steadying only when Josh's teacher reached out and squeezed my hand. "It's all right, Corinne. I didn't show this to anyone, Josh's not in trouble for it. I knew you'd be here for parent-teacher conferences and that we would be talking."

Mrs. Henderson continued on. "I think it's fairly obvious what's wrong with your son, Corinne and I think everything will work out okay. I know you fairly well and I'm confident you can deal with this situation."

I looked up from the erotic drawing and blurted out, "How? My god, I can't even begin to think of how to take care of something like this. Should I take him to the doctor? Maybe a psychiatrist? Where do I begin, Doris?"

She looked me in the eye and took a deep breath. "Mrs. Porter – Corinne, as one mother to another who raised two boys, I just know that deep down you know in your heart how to help your son." She paused and then said slowly and carefully. "All Josh needs is his mother's love. It takes bravery and patience, but I know you can do it. Do it for your son and in the end, do it for yourself. I know he is all you have and you want him to be happy. I want you to feel free to call me if you need a word of encouragement or advice."

My eyes grew wider with each word she spoke. Was I losing my mind or did I truly understand what this woman was saying to me? My whole world seemed to be falling apart and I could scarcely believe I comprehended what she was suggesting.

I needed to escape. I glanced at my watch and giggled nervously. "Oh my, look at the time. It's getting late and I know you have other parents to see." I rose up, folding up my son's drawing and shoving it in my purse. "Thank you, Doris – um, Mrs. Henderson. Thanks for everything."

Josh's English Teacher rose up with me. She took my hand and then gave me a quick hug. "It will be alright, Corinne. You have a wonderful son and you're a good mother. I know that you'll know what to do."

We left it at that and I fled her room and walked quickly through the halls, convinced that everyone was staring at me and my red face. I felt like everyone could literally read my thoughts and I felt so ashamed. I reached the parking lot and climbed inside my minivan, the "Mom Mobile" as Josh had dubbed it. I pulled the drawing out of my purse and for a second, marveled at the talent and detail my son had put into it. Then I burst into tears. This was all my fault.

Where do I truly begin? I am a single mother, thirty-nine years old and raising a son, Josh who turned eighteen this past summer. He started a year late to school due to having scarlet fever when he was six and losing too much time in the fall of what should have been his First Grade year. I divorced Josh's father ten years ago, when it became apparent that his job and his beer drinking cronies came first. He drifted away and we haven't heard from him since. I do well as a buyer for a department store in town. We aren't rich, but we have a good life.

My son has been my pride and joy – my source of inspiration and strength all these years. He's been a good son, until his senior year, a hard working student and except for a couple of speeding tickets, hardly a worry. He has always been shy around the girls, but started to date a little after he turned seventeen. I was maybe a little jealous, but I thought I was okay with it. I knew he had to grow up someday.

Myself, I have dated off and on, even came close to getting remarried once, but he suddenly announced plans to send Josh off to boarding school and I sent him packing. My sex life has been mostly a solitary one – confined to my bedroom with the usual toys in a bedside table drawer.

I've always considered myself to be a good looking woman and I have never been ashamed to dress a little sexy to show off my looks. My son's drawing was dead on accurate. I am a tall woman, five foot, nine inches tall. I still have a good figure, but it takes a lot of work – I'm always working out, either at the gym or to an exercise tape, you may have even seen me walking around the neighborhood. The exercise has kept my long legs shapely. My figure is 40DD-27-38, and as the years go by, I'm getting more voluptuous, but I know that my body, combined with this big mane of hair that looks bed-tousled constantly can still turn heads. The problem has always been finding a decent man to share myself with.

Maybe it was my sexy outfits that started the problem. I favor clothes that flatter and sometimes flaunt my figure. I wear dresses that are shorter than most women my age would wear to show off my great legs and I've never been one to hide the fact that I have tits. I like people to know I am all woman! Maybe, I'm too immodest around the house. I usually don't think much about running around in bra and panties in front of my son – I've been doing it all his life. In summer, I spend a lot of time in the back yard getting my tan. I don't wear scandalous bikini's, but with my figure, but I guess I'm still showing off a lot of skin.

Maybe it was my hugging and cuddling with Josh that started the problem. I've always been demonstrative with my affections and because Josh is always there and he is practically my best friend, I have always showered him with physical affection. I just didn't think how maybe as he got older, hugging and kissing on him could cause problems – or maybe I'm lying to myself, maybe I knew exactly what I was doing, especially over the past couple of years as I watched him mature and start to notice girls and I realized that one of these days he might just leave me. Maybe I was competing for his affections, flirting with him to remind him that all those high school girls weren't the only ones who loved him.

But, all that didn't matter. I knew exactly what brought on Josh's current problems. It all began a week or so before the school year started, back in late August. It was hot and humid – one of those nights that you can't get comfortable, that you develop an itch deep inside you that only a sweaty, sheet clawing orgasm can bring you any semblance of relief. It was one of those nights when you and your man will wrap yourselves up in the sticky heat as you wrap yourselves up in each other, slipping and sliding and grinding your way to erotic satisfaction.

Josh was out fishing at the lake with some buddies and I decided to scratch my itch with "mother's little helper," a life like flesh colored dildo, twelve inches long and with a rotating, vibrating head." It was an expensive toy that I'd found online, but worth every penny.

That night it seemed that I played with myself for hours, spread out on my bed, most of the dildo inside my pussy, bringing myself agonizingly to the edge over and over, never quite having that big orgasm, but rather letting the little explosions rule. My body was quivering and slick with sweat. My tits were bouncing about madly, nipples swollen like ripe, oversize cherries. I felt the perspiration running down my cheeks, rolling across my heaving breasts, trickling in my hair. The sheets were soaked with sweat. It felt so sweet. I imagine I was quite the sight, a woman, stark naked, knees drawn up and spread wide, eight inches of rubber cock buried inside her cunt, nipples hard and swollen and a sneer of absolute lust etched on her face, on the verge of a screaming orgasm.

I must have been quite a sight. Lord knows I had my son rooted into place. I don't know how long he had been in the doorway watching me – long enough to have sprouted an erection that he was rubbing through his khaki shorts. That wasn't the really important question though. The important thing to ponder is why didn't I stop? Why didn't I scream and yell at Josh to close the door? Why didn't I scramble to cover myself with a blanket or sheet? Why didn't I calmly tell Josh to give his mother some privacy and excuse himself? Why didn't I do any of those things?

Or maybe, just maybe, the really important question is why did I do what I did? I looked at my son and I smiled and I just continued to masturbate. I continued to plunge and work that big dildo in and out of my pussy, my other hand dividing time between my clit and my swollen nipples.

My son watched and it took all my self control not to cum right then and there. I prolonged it, giving my son quite the show. After a few minutes, Josh nervously, hesitantly began to push his shorts down. His cock, long and lovely and so big, popped into view. Rather than tell Josh to go to his room, I just smiled and continued to masturbate as my son watched me and began to slowly stroke his hard prick.

Minutes passed by or maybe it was hours. You could smell our sweat and our sex as we masturbated. We were brazenly ogling each other in the light of my bedroom lamp. I marveled at the length of my son's cock, inches longer than his father and with much greater girth. I could see the precum glistening on its head as he stroked, pausing occasionally to smear it over the swollen crown with his thumb.

I felt myself reach another crest and this time there was no going back, I couldn't forestall my orgasm any longer. I plunged the dildo deep into my cunt, taking almost all of it, deftly flicking the switch on the end to increase the intensity of its movement. A huge bubble of sweet pleasure swelled up inside me and as it burst and flooded my body with the most intense orgasm I had experienced in years, I cried out, "Ohhh, Josh!" My body began to convulse in orgasm and it was all I could do to keep my hand in control of my pretend cock.

Josh's eyes widened as he watched me begin to cum and he whispered, "Mom, I love you!" and his body stiffened and he began to cum – his semen bursting forth in jets of white, flying across the room as if seeking me. The intensity of my son's orgasm drove him to his knees as he continued to stroke and urge forth his young man's spunk. The sight of my son cumming because of me, propelled my orgasm to greater intensity and the room was filled with our moans of mutual pleasure as we came and came.

When the world returned to normal, we stared at each other, suddenly aware of the enormity of our actions. The words 'WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!' roared through my brain as I realized what had just transpired. I stared with a mix of desire and self loathing at my son as he gave a last stroke to his now half-erect penis. He smiled at me so lovingly, it almost broke my heart, especially as I girded myself to speak to him.

"Josh – go to bed, honey. We'll talk in the morning." Not thinking, but acting out of instinct, I chose that moment to pull the dildo out of my pussy, making myself jerk and moan as it slid out with a wet plop.

My son gawped at my sex toy, glistening with my juices and then as my words sank in begin to look crushed. "But, Mom – I wanted to..." He stopped speaking as I held up my hand.

"In the morning, son, we can talk. Do what I tell you now. Go to bed, Josh."

"Yes, Mom," my son said in a voice so full of disappointment and sadness that I almost sprang out of my bed to go and embrace him and tell him to stay. Instead, I watched as he got to his feet, cock going limp (but still amazingly big), and murmuring, "Good night, Mom," trudged out of my room, looking back once with such longing as I have never seen in a man.

It was a long night and I got very little sleep. My mind swam with thoughts of what I had done – what we had done and the boundary lines that had been crossed. I was ashamed and embarrassed as I wondered how we could ever get past this one event. And yet, at the same time, I was aroused. My son, hard and erect for me, his mother, cumming buckets for me, his mother. My mind kept seeing that cock, my pussy tingling as I wondered what it would feel like buried in it to the root. Deep inside me, a part of my soul whispered that I should go to him, comfort him and reassure him. I resisted that urge, even as imagining it made me wet all over again.

In the morning, he came into our kitchen cautiously, disconcerted when I didn't do my traditional morning greeting of a warm embrace and a kiss on the corner of his mouth. I was dressed as conservatively as possible, a long, fluffy flannel robe on that hid my body from anything approaching a provocative display.

As he approached me, wearing only pajama bottoms, I waved him off, pointing to a chair at the breakfast table. As I piled up bacon and eggs onto two plates, I couldn't help but let my eyes wander over to him, admiring his maturing body. He'd taken to working out in the afternoons with one of his friends who'd set up weights in his Dad's garage. Josh muscles were becoming well developed and he looked very good.

I tried to banish such thoughts from my mind as I set down our plates and sat down across from him. A tense silence filled the room as we began to eat. Finally, I set down my fork and looked at him. He was staring at me like a lost puppy and had barely touched his food.

I took a deep breath and began. "Josh, what happened last night was wrong and I'm sorry. I should have put a stop to it as soon as I saw you. You shouldn't have been looking at me and I should have told you to leave."

Josh's face fell and it was like I took all hope away from him. "Why was it wrong, Mom? You enjoyed it, I know you did."

I felt my face burn as I tried to reply. "I cannot deny that, honey, but we're mother and son. We shouldn't be acting like that – that's wrong. Someday, with the right girl, Josh, you will do things, but we can't be like that."

"Why not, Mom? You loved it! I loved it and we love each other. I don't want some girl. I want you, Mom!" Josh was trembling and my heart ached for the pain I knew I was causing him.

"We do love each other, son, but we can't love each other that way – we just..." my voice cracked as a remnant of my fantasies from last night flashed through my mind – a vision of us lying together, naked, in the throes of passion. I banished the naughty image from my mind and continued. "It's just wrong, Josh and we have to put last night behind us and get back to normal."

I stood up and began to move away, but Josh reached out and took my hand. "But, Mom, if we both liked it, if we both want it, how can it be wro-"

I stopped him and put a finger over his lips. "Hush now, son. It happened, but its over – we're going to get back to normal and that's my final word on it!" I stepped away and Josh slowly released my hand. He was on the verge of tears. Inside, I was shaking like a leaf and I think now that if he had grabbed me or had tried to kiss me, all resistance on my part would have collapsed and lord knows how far we might have taken it.

But...Josh didn't. He obeyed me and things went back to normal. Well, that's not true. Things were different. Josh became withdrawn and quieter. There was an awkward distance between us now. An uncomfortable knowledge of our shared intimacy that now put some normal things out of reach. I wasn't hugging or kissing him as much and was unnerved when I did he would quickly retreat to his bedroom, usually sporting an erection in his pants.

For a short while, I tried to dress more modestly, but old habits are hard to break and honestly, I don't think it would have made any difference if I had been dressed in an old potato sack dress or a street walkers outfit, I think I would have given my son a hard on just the same.

He wasn't the only one who was retreating to the bedroom for relief. I think I almost wore out "mother's little helper," and went through several sets of batteries. I dreamed of my son, incredible, carnal, incestuous dreams that left me wet and shaking when I would wake up.

This is how things began. This is how things led up to this moment as I wiped the tears from my eyes, started up the minivan and left the school parking lot. Secretly, I had thought that maybe Josh was getting over what had happened, that he was about to "snap out of it" as I had said to Mrs. Henderson. His teachers had now given me testimony that told me that he hadn't snapped out of it and that if something wasn't done, my son was going to fail his senior year of high school.

When I arrived home, I found that Josh had made dinner, a simple casserole, but still, I was very touched that he had made the effort. As he finished preparations for our dinner, I sat down at the kitchen table and took off my high heels. I leaned over to massage my feet. When I began to straighten up, I found my son staring at me and realized that leaning over, my tight sweater gaped open and he could see right down my top. I was wearing a low cut bra and I knew he had seen most of my breasts. Sure enough, he was already sporting a hard-on in his jeans.

I felt an incredible tingle between my legs. As I shifted, I could feel the moistness building in my pussy and that sweet, almost intangible deliciousness as my labia lips rubbed together. I looked back at my son, feeling the same naughty desires welling in me as I felt his eyes roam over me. Unlike his horny Economics teacher's gaze, my son's frank and hungry stare excited me.

I pushed the feelings away and focused on the plate of food my son sat down in front of me. We ate in silence for a long time. It was good, just hamburger and cheese and veggies, but Josh had fixed a good meal. I swallowed a mouthful and slowly licked my lips, saying, "You're a good cook, honey!" I immediately regretted licking my lips as Josh's eyes widened slowly. Somehow, I knew that if his erection had faded, I'd just brought it back up again. I was suddenly obsessed with finding out. I dropped my napkin and bent over quickly to pick it up.

Under the table, I watched his hand jerk away from the enormous bulge in his pants. He had been rubbing himself! I sat back up with a satisfied grin that quickly went away as I realized I had to keep myself in control! More silence ensued until Josh spoke up, "So did everything go alright at the teacher conference, Mom? Or, am I in trouble?"

I let out a long sigh. "Well, we both know you're in trouble, young man. I'm just not sure what I need to do about it. Mrs. Henderson and I had a long talk about what's going on and I need to mull some things over." I gave him a wink to show I wasn't too angry and said, "Consider yourself on parole until then and stay out of trouble."

Josh's breath caught when I mentioned his English teacher and our dinner conversation died out again. When we were done, I volunteered to clean up, telling my son, "It was a wonderful meal, honey. Why don't you go ahead and run on up to your room. It wouldn't hurt for you to crack open your books and get some studying done."

Josh hung his head and said, "Yes, Mom," and trudged on out of the room. As I cleaned up the kitchen, I pondered my dilemma and all of Doris Henderson's advice, wondering if I wasn't trying to put too much meaning into her words. Over the years, she had spoken of her sons' problems at school and with the law. Somehow she had turned both her sons around and both were now college graduates with good jobs. The youngest still lived at home while he worked in a local law firm. I tried to apply her words with her own past situation and was both excited and scared of my conclusions.

Upstairs, I passed by my son's room, my bare feet barely making a noise. I started to knock and tell my son goodnight, but stopped as I heard a low moan and then my son's voice call out, "Yessss, Mom! I love it when you suck me like that." My mouth dropped open and then I covered it with my hand before I could make a sound, whether a squeak or a scream, I don't know!

I was nailed to the spot as I listened. I put my ear to the door and could now hear more. There was a soft slap of skin and I knew he was masturbating vigorously. Now and again, he called out to me. "Mom, that's it, use your tongue. You love your son's cock don't you, Mom? Yes, I want that wet pussy, Mom. I want to fuck you – spread those fine legs, Mom and let me at that wet puss!" Finally, I could hear him reach climax, calling out, "Yeahhhh! I'm cumming, Mommy! Cumming for you."

Horrified and incredibly aroused, I quickly retreated to my bedroom where I was quickly out of my clothes and fingering myself frantically with one hand while the other hand fumbled for my dildo. I hammered myself vigorously with my play toy and brought myself to orgasm quickly – one fist jammed in my mouth to muffle my screams. Exhausted, I fell asleep, images of Josh naked and doing all sorts of things to me running through my mind.

The weekend passed with us both warily keeping our distance. If we were in the same room, I was constantly aware of my son's gaze on my body. I tried not to be provocative, but even a T-shirt and old jeans seemed to give him an erection. Sunday morning, I wore a tasteful dress to church, but I guess it showed off too much leg and clung to tightly to my bosom because Josh, dividing his time between my exposed legs and my breasts, had a hard-on all through Reverend Sumter's sermon. I wasn't much better. By the time services were over, my panties were drenched, I was sure that everyone (especially my son), could smell my arousal, and I was thankful that my dress was dark colored and could not show any wet spots.

The rest of the day, Josh sequestered himself in his room while I moved about the house restlessly. An idea was forming in my mind – one that a few days ago, I would have been aghast to even consider. I had doubts, Lord, did I have doubts, but as the hours passed, the idea became clearer and more reasonable in my mind. By evening, I was fairly sure I was going to have the courage to carry it out, but I decided I needed a little extra support.

It was almost ten o'clock when I picked up the phone and dialed a number. "Hello?" I heard Doris Henderson say.

"Mrs. Henderson – um, Doris? It's Corinne Porter."

"Corinne! Hello, dear! Is everything all right?" I could hear concern and excitement in her voice.

"Yes. I think so. I think I know what to do about my son, but I wanted to ask you a question?"

"Certainly, dear! Please ask away."

"When you dealt with the problems your sons were having – how you dealt with them, do you have any regrets?"

There was a long pause on the other end and then a chuckle. Doris replied with a voice full of happiness and joy, "Oh no, Corinne – no regrets whatsoever! I'll be honest," she added with more emotion that before, "Every night I go to bed and every morning I wake up, thanking God that I did what I did. Everything turned out so much better for my boys and for me."

I could feel my pussy moisten at her words and at the sheer joy in her voice. "Thank you, Doris, that's all I needed to know. Good night."

"You're welcome, my dear," Doris replied. "I wish both of you every happiness." She hung up. I sat the receiver down and stood there for a long minute. I knew I had reached a defining moment, that I was about to cross over to a place from which there was no return.

"It's time," I breathed aloud. I turned and hurried upstairs to my bedroom. In my bathroom, I took a long, hot shower, washing myself thoroughly. I blow-dried my hair, fixing it up and applied a little makeup. I padded naked back into my room and considered what I should wear.

I settled on a baby doll negligee, one I never wore around Josh. In fact, I hadn't worn it in over three years, not since I had an overnight trip with my last boyfriend. It was white and sheer to the point of that I might as well be naked. I decided to not bother with panties. I added a pair of high heels – what we used to call in high school 'fuck me pumps.' Gazing in the mirror, I thought I looked drop dead sexy. My large breasts were almost spilling out of the top, hanging on only by the grace of my hard nipples and the hem of the negligee ended teasingly just below my pussy.

Satisfied with that, I donned my old flannel robe, cinching it up tightly by the sash and walked out of my bedroom and down the hall. Knocking at my son's door, I called out in a tremulous voice, "Josh, are you still up? I need to talk with you – may I come in?"

I heard Josh say in a strained voice, "Wait a moment, Mom! I'm not decent." I heard a rustling of covers and other noises and had to smile. Considering what I was about to say to him and how he felt, I was touched by his consideration. "Okay, Mom, come on in."

I opened the door and stepped in. My son's room wasn't too messy, he never liked to let his room get too out of hand. He was sitting on his bed, wearing gym shorts and a T-shirt. He had a pillow on his lap that he was handling nervously. I smiled to myself, imagining what he was trying to conceal. I looked around and walked over to his computer desk and dragged the old, wooden straight backed chair he used over towards the bed, stopping maybe two feet from my son. Sitting down, I happened to glance at his bedside table. There was a photograph of my son and I at the beach from a couple of years ago. We were laughing into the camera, arms around each other's waist. I was wearing a little yellow bikini that was probably less modest than a mother should wear. I felt my pulse quicken as I put two and two together and knew exactly what my son had been doing. So much the better, I thought to myself.

I sat down and said, "Josh, we need to have a serious talk."

My son looked at me miserably, I guess expecting me to lower the boom over his grades. "Yeah, Mom, I know."

"You're failing your senior classes, honey. Your behavior has got to stop. You need to tackle your studies like you used too."

"Yes, ma'am," Josh hung his head. "I'll do better, Mom."

"Yes you will, son. But we need clear the air a little first. I know all this is because of what happened between you and me back in August. I know you're fantasizing about me all the time instead of focusing on your studies. That has got to stop."

Josh's face began to burn and I felt heat on my skin as well. "I tried, Mom, but I want you so much – it's all I ever think about. I want you, Mom, I want to fuck you and be your lover and for us do things sooo much!" Again, my heart ached as my son poured his heart out to me.

Calmly I replied, "I know, Josh. I want you too." Josh's head snapped up, a stunned expression on his face.. I pressed on. "Your studies are so important, we've got to do something to get you turned around, honey." I took a deep breath. "So, Momma has come up with a plan."

I undid my sash and let the robe fall off of me onto the back of the chair, revealing my barely clothed body in my sheer negligee. "Oh my gosh!" Josh gasped as he took me in. My breasts heaved with excitement, barely contained within the flimsy fabric. I had my knees primly together, hiding my vagina, but more than hinting at my trimmed black bush. My legs were completely exposed, made even more curvaceous by my high heels. I thought Josh was about to leap the short distance between us and attack me, his eyes were shining so brightly with lust.

I held up my hand and said, "Sit still, Josh and hear me out. I've come up with a way to motivate you into getting your grades up to where they ought to be." I licked my lips and composed myself. This was a big step, a final, no looking back step and as confidant as I hoped I sounded to my son, I was frankly, scared to death.

"From now on, your mother is going to be wearing a lot of sexy outfits like this around the house to motivate you to do better. And when your work improves, Momma's got some rewards for her handsome son." I tried to sound sexy and naughty as I spoke. "When you bring home a quiz with a 'B' grade or better, I'm going to give you a handjob"

"You mean you'll..." Josh made a fist and did an up and down motion.

"Yes, son, I'll jack you off." I winked at him then, enjoying the shocked look on his face. Next, if you bring home a test grade with a 'B' or better, Momma's gonna suck your cock, son." I rolled my tongue around my lips for emphasis.

Josh's face split into a big grin. "I can't believe this is happening!"

"Mmmm, well that's not all, son." I set my hands on top of my knees. "In six weeks your next report card comes out. If you get all 'B's or better, Momma's gonna let you stick that big cock of yours here all you want." Slowly I spread my knees apart, baring my pussy to my son. I was so wet and aroused, I knew that my labia were spread wide and he was looking at my slick, glistening pussy folds.

"You mean it, Mom?" Josh almost hollered in disbelief.

I reached down with one hand and slid my fingers between my pussy lips, letting him see the wetness on my fingers and then slowly slipping them back upwards, wiping my pussy juices on my trimmed pubic hairs, making them glisten with my arousal. "Of course, I mean it, son," I replied. "We've both denied our feelings and look where that's got us. We're going to be lovers, Josh and in the process, you're going to graduate on time with good grades." I stuck my tongue out at him and smiled wickedly. "Tell me your mother doesn't know how to motivate."

Josh just shook his head. "I must be dreaming. I fell asleep and I'm dreaming."

I stood up and approached my son. I bent over and kissed him. Chaste at first, pressing my lips firmly against his mouth. I eased my tongue out and rolled it against his lips and when he gasped at the sensation, I slipped my tongue inside and found his own, taunting it, teasing it until we were dueling, letting the delicious feeling of tongue sliding against tongue envelope us both, sending us both shivers to run up and down our spines. Is there anything like that first sexy, passionate kiss?

When our kiss ended, I whispered, "Did that feel like you were dreaming?" Glancing downward, I realized that my right breast had rolled out of the negligee, my heavy breast, still firm and gourd-shaped, was swaying gently. I reached out and took Josh's left hand and placed it on my breast, palming my hard, cherry sized nipple. "Does that feel like you're dreaming, Josh?" I asked.

I straightened up, holding Josh's hand to my tit and then I took his right hand and guided it between my legs. I steered his hand across my bush, letting his finger tips brush along my wiry pubic hairs. I guided his hand downward and pressed it against my wet, steamy folds. I moved my hand to take control of his forefinger and middle finger and guided them inside me, hearing him take a sharp intake of breath as his fingers sank into my creamy cunt. "Do you feel like you are dreaming, son?" I breathed.

In a voice full of fear and desire, Josh replied, "No."

I worked his fingers deeper until I feel his knuckles brushing my throbbing flesh. "Do you like it, son?" I asked in a husky voice. "Isn't it nice and wet? Hot and creamy? I let go of his hand on my breast and reached out and tilted his chin up so our eyes met. "Wouldn't it feel good to put your hard cock in my pussy, son?"

"Oh yes, Mom!" Josh almost sobbed.

I stroked his cheek gently and smiled. "Then study hard and it will happen, baby. I have faith in you and I know you can do it."

As I leaned over to kiss him again, he replied, "I will, Mom. I promise!"

When our second lovers kiss ended, I moved to my knees, regretfully letting Josh's fingers slip out of my pussy. "Now, as a show of good faith and to seal our deal, son, Momma's going to give you a little treat – a sneak preview you might say." I said. I lifted the pillow off Josh's lap and tossed it on the bed. As I suspected, he had been hiding a magnificent erection. His hastily donned shorts couldn't contain it, the large head of his penis, poking out of his waistband. "Oh, son – it's beautiful!" I murmured as he lifted up his butt so I could slide his shorts off to pool at his feet.

It was beautiful and hard and standing proudly, rising up from his pubic hair like a mighty tree trunk. "It's so big and long," I cooed, wrapping my fingers around it. "I think this is the biggest cock I've ever hand in my hand, Josh," I looked up into his still disbelieving face and grinned. "This is going to feel so good in my pussy, son!" I said teasingly. "I can hardly wait!"

I slowly stroked his shaft, letting my fingers run up and down, gently squeezing him as I did so. "That's – wow, um, so good, Mom!" my son gasped.

"I'm glad you like it, baby," I replied. Precum pooled around his pee slit as I stroked my son off. "You're going to like this even more!" I lowered my head and ran my tongue slowly over the top of his swollen head, lapping up my son's precum. I swirled my tongue around and over his cock head again and again, before taking the swollen knob in my mouth, sucking and licking – my heart beating rapidly as I pleasured my son orally.

"Ohhhh, yessss. I can't believe it. Yessss, Mom! I love your mouth on my cock," Josh babbled as I began to bob my head up and down, taking more of him into my mouth with each movement. As I sucked my son's cock, I kept my eyes fixed on his face, keeping his gaze locked downward, wanting him to see his mother sucking him off."

As I licked and sucked, running my tongue up and down his long shaft of stiff meat, I reached out and found his hands and brought them to my head, encouraging him to intertwine his fingers in my thick mane. It sent a thrill through me as he took the hint and began to control my movement, slowing me down, guiding me to spend more time on certain areas of his cock.

Any doubts I had about my plan were at least temporarily dispelled. This felt so right, so perfect, that I knew that it was meant to be. I had walked this world for thirty-nine years, had fallen in love several times, but not until now did I feel that I had found my soul mate. I was pleasing the only man I really cared about and I felt like I could do this the rest of eternity and feel like my life had not been wasted.

I took Josh completely within me, deep-throating him and making him moan as he felt his cock being squeezed by my reflexive throat constrictions. I worked his cock with every bit of experience I could summon, trying different things and gauging his facial expressions as to what he liked most. As I sucked Josh's wonderful penis, I could feel his pulse pounding along the veins in his shaft and as his heartbeat began to quicken, I knew he was about to cum.

"I'm –I'm going to blow, Mom," Josh gasped. I can't – I'm going to cum, Mommy!" Bless his heart, he tried to pull away and I pitied the girl or girls that had maybe given him a blow-job before but refused to let him cum in their mouths. Such a waste! I gave my head a little shake as I clamped my lips around his shaft, holding his cock head firmly in my mouth. I sucked and fluttered my tongue over his swelling flesh and then as my son sobbed, "Love you so much, Mommmmm!" he exploded in my mouth, his hot semen gushing and flooding my mouth.

I marveled at how delicious my son was! Thick wads of salty, sweet fluid coated my waiting tongue and I swirled it around even as I continued to suck his throbbing dick. I swallowed again and again as I marveled at the sheer quantity of sperm my son was producing. I felt liquid heat splatter against my inner thighs and even as I ate my son's spunk, I realized I was having little tremors of orgasm and was actually ejaculating pussy juice!​