Incest/Taboo The Lancaster Twins

All characters are at least 18 years of age. All situations that involve any kind of sexual activity only contain characters who are at least 18 years old. I hope you enjoy this episode in the series.

Jennifer Lancaster Pierce had just talked to her twin brother, Jackson, on the phone and admitted to him that her husband, Neal, had had another affair and now wanted a divorce. Neal had gone out on her several times and she was sure that she would never know the extent of his extra-marital activity. She had always rationalized his behavior. He was good-looking and very well educated. He was soft-spoken and funny. He worked in real estate and often worked around women who were susceptible to his charms. Jennifer had never felt that she was in a position to condemn anyone else, or to withhold forgiveness, because of her past behavior with her brother. Incest. Of course Neal didn't know about this, nor did anyone else, but Jennifer was well aware of the 'weakness of the flesh'. She had always forgiven Neal, even though it hurt her when he cheated on her. But now, he had 'fallen in love' and was demanding a divorce.

Tommy, her 19 year old son, was at basketball practice. He played for the local Junior College, but it was a two-year college and this was his second year to play. She knew he was probably good enough to play his final two years of college somewhere else, but he said that after he finished the two years here, he would probably give it up and take a break from college. After all, he would have an Associate's Degree, and with his computer skills he could make a good living. He had been working, part time, in technical support for an electronics retail chain ever since graduating from high school. His work was mostly done on a computer, but occasionally he had to call someone and walk them through a problem. He could work as many hours as he wanted and the money was pretty good.

Jennifer's work was also mostly done online. She was in charge of a network of online high school math teachers. The classes were mostly for home-bound students, but home-schoolers and others could also pay to use the service. She had taught many such classes and was eventually given the opportunity to organize and supervise a network of teachers who taught these classes. She made much more money than classroom teachers or even principals and supervisors. She occasionally had to attend meetings with textbook companies or local school systems, but most of the time she worked from home.

As always, when she talked to Jackson, she had an emotional reaction. She was still in love with him and, even though she had truly loved Neal, she still thought of Jackson as the love of her life. She would gladly have spent her life with him if it had been socially and culturally acceptable. She went to her bedroom for a good cry, but her mind started wandering to the last time she had been with her brother sexually.

She and Jackson had agreed, when she became engaged, that they had to stop sexual contact. Sometimes they would share a brief kiss, but that was it. Nothing else. But her body ached for him. Neal had been brought up in a strict conservative atmosphere and had told her, not long after they started dating, that he was a virgin and didn't want to have sex until marriage. Jennifer admitted to him that she had been sexually active, but she never told him with whom, nor did he ask. She thought it was quite ironic, now, that he had been sexually promiscuous throughout their 20 year marriage, while she had never even considered having sex with anyone but him.

Two days before her marriage, she was taking care of last minute wedding details. Her cellphone rang and it was Jackson. He was very emotional and told her that he just had to see her. She told him it wasn't a good idea for them to be alone, but Jackson had persisted. She agreed to meet him 'to talk' in a Walmart parking lot.

The talk turned into passionate kissing and then a short drive to a motel, where they spent the rest of the day together "saying goodbye". They made love all afternoon. They had known that it really was goodbye. They had been having sex with each other, frequently, for almost 4 years. Thinking back on that day, and all the other special days that she had spent with her beloved brother, loving each other and worshipping each other's bodies, both brought tears to her eyes and aroused her. Jackson still aroused her, after all these years. Just the thought of him made her sexually aroused and made her heart ache for him.

That day had been the most special day that she and Jackson had ever spent. It wasn't because it was goodbye. It wasn't because the sex was so unbelievably intense. It wasn't because they passionately expressed their never-ending love for each other. No. What happened that day was something that only Jennifer knew. She had not shared this secret with Jackson, nor with her husband, nor with anyone else. That was the day that her precious son, Tommy, had been conceived. She wondered if she owed it to Jackson to tell him, but she never had. Tommy had been born almost exactly 9 months after her marriage to Neal. She had known, although she had always suspected it during her pregnancy, the first time she saw her newborn son, that Jackson was his father.

Though she had never used birth control after her "agreement" with Jackson, previous to her marriage, nor since, she had never conceived again. The doctors had told them that Neal had a low sperm count and that they probably would never have another baby. They were both satisfied with the one child. Now that the divorce was being finalized, she had gotten back on birth control again. She didn't plan on having sex with anyone, but she certainly wasn't going to sit at home and mope. And, if the situation presented itself and she really cared about the guy...it could happen. Better safe than sorry.

Although she never really had any doubts that Tommy (he was named for her father, Tom Lancaster) was Jackson's son, that was confirmed, in her mind at least, when he had just turned 18 years old and stepped out of the shower, not realizing that his mother had come into the bathroom to empty the trashcan. He was hung like a Lancaster. It was all she could do not to stare. 18 years old and hung like a horse! Her husband was not tiny, about 7 inches fully erect, but it was much smaller than his 'son' and not nearly as thick. Jennifer had experienced her brother's wonderful, thick, 9 inches hundreds of times, and had even sucked her father's unbelievable 11 solid inches. She had surreptitiously seen Tommy's thick truncheon several times since that day. Sometimes she would stand outside his bathroom or bedroom door if he didn't have it completely closed. She would witness him getting out of the shower or changing clothes.

A few weeks previously, after she and Tommy were on their own, he had come into her bedroom one night, very upset. He was only wearing briefs, but she could not help but notice his magnificent package. She held him as he lay on top of the covers. He talked about how he couldn't believe that Neal had abandoned them and how he was sad and disappointed. As she held him she detected that he was getting an erection. And why wouldn't he? She kept herself in shape. Her body was every bit as good as it was when she was a teenager. Her bra-cup had grown from a C to a D, and she had put on about 5 pounds, but she was almost 6 feet tall, so that was undetectable to anyone but herself. She knew that a 19 year old boy would naturally become aroused if a sensual woman was holding him. When she caught sight of the head emerging from the top of his briefs, she knew that he must be almost, if not as big, as her brother. He soon excused himself to go to back to his room; she was pretty sure that she knew the reason. She found that she was extremely wet, as she always was when she thought about how well hung her son was, so she masturbated thinking about him, her brother, and even her father. Her husband never crossed her mind.

A few days afterward, she had been out grocery shopping and arrived home to see her son's pickup truck in the driveway. After putting away the perishable items, she climbed the stairs to tell Tommy that she was home. She noticed that his door was open, which was not unusual, but she could hear the unmistakable, yet somehow muted, sounds of fucking. Yikes! Did he have the gumption to bring a girl into their home and have sex with her? Certainly not! She was pretty sure that Tommy had been sexually active, although he had only had a couple of steady girlfriends. She crept to the door and carefully looked in. What she saw nearly brought her to her knees. Tommy was holding his Ipad in one hand and was shucking his cock with the other. He was totally naked. Her panties were instantly wet and her nipples throbbed with desire. It was almost like she was transported back in time. He looked so much like Jackson. His facial features, his body, but most importantly that HUGE cock! It looked just like she remember Jackson's. Just a glimpse was enough to tell her that it was the same length and thickness. She ached for it, but she knew she couldn't have it. She hadn't seen anything like it in 20 years!

She stood against the wall, outside his room, literally shaking with lust. She wondered what would happen if she were to casually walk in his room on some pretense, or if she walked in and confronted him for watching pornography. She had fought her own desires to watch pornography, and blamed that on Neal, who talked her into watching it with him. She had liked it. She liked it a lot. Too much. She found occasion to watch it in secret and, for many years, watched it frequently. She had especially loved to watch well-hung men because they reminded her of her brother and father. Then, when she found out about Neal's first affair, they had gone to marriage counseling and the marriage counselor had wisely counseled them both to stop watching pornography. She had stopped and, even though she was tempted to start watching again now that Neal was gone, she hadn't. But here was her Tommy watching it. She knew that it could give him unrealistic expectations, and could desensitize him to sex. As embarrassing as it would be, she needed to stop it.

Taking a deep breath, she walked into his room. "Mom...shit!" he gasped as he quickly pulled a sheet over his lap and tried to silence the passionate cries of some female on the Ipad.

"Tommy! We've had this talk..." she began, already mourning the fact that he had immediately covered that beautiful, hard cock.

"Mom, calm down," he cried in great distress. "Shit, this is embarrassing!"

"What have I told you about watching that filth?" she spat angrily. "Do you know that is one of the things the marriage counselor warned us about?"

"Yes, Mom. Shit. I know. But you do realize that I'm not married, right?"

"Don't you be a smart ass to me, young man!"

"Mom! I'm not trying to be a smart ass. You are the one who told me, because Dad would never talk to me about anything, that masturbation is normal. Shit, Mom. I didn't know you were home."

Jennifer realized that she might be over-reacting just a bit. She sat down on his bed, and patted his leg. "It is normal, Honey. Watching people have sex is not. We've talked about what it does to you psychologically," she said calmly, although she was still shaking with lust. She realized, now, that she should have thought about this before confronting him.

"I promise that I don't watch it much. I'm not gonna say I never do, but it's not like a daily thing. This is embarrassing, Mom!"

"Honey, I was addicted to that stuff," she told him frankly. "So was your father, and I really think that it led to him cheating on me. After watching that stuff, I just wasn't exciting enough for him. Nothing was. Nothing could be. Do you get me?"

"Yes, Mom. That does make sense. But you didn't cheat on him. Did you?" he asked, seeming on the verge of tears.

"No, Honey. I didn't. My vows meant more to me than they did to him. But, I'll tell you this much: I understood it because I could see what it was doing to me. I always, always, always forgave your father," she told him as a tear coursed down her cheek.

"Mom! I can't stand it when you cry. Please don't!" he begged. "You know what? You're way better looking than Dad. I always wondered why he was the one who..."

"Tommy, do you really think I haven't been tempted?" she smiled through her tears. "Men hit on me all the time. That's one reason I left the classroom and started teaching online. So many male teachers and administrators constantly hit on me. And, I was tempted. I wasn't offended!"

"But you're just a better person than Dad," he declared.

"No. I am not. Don't ever say that. Your dad is a good man, and he loves you very much. He has allowed himself to be defeated by his physical desires. And porn had something to do with it. I want you to know, although it's a little embarrassing for me to tell you this, that I never denied your father anything...I never claimed to have a headache..."

"Overshare!" he laughed. "I love you, Mom. I admire you. Everyone admires you."

"Stop, Honey. I'm nothing special. I don't think that way."

"Mom? Did you have sex before you were married? You don't have to answer that if you don't want."

She nodded. "Yes, Honey. I did. I was taught to save myself, and I thought I would, but I didn't."

"Do you feel guilty about it now?" he asked, intently.

"No. Not a bit," she smiled. "I probably should, but I don't."

"Well, there's a reason I'm asking..."

"I assumed that, Honey. Just to be clear, I don't condone it, but I want you to use protection. Okay? And please, don't have casual sex. Sex is special. That's another reason that porn is not good for you. Those people don't mean anything to each other."

"I've only done it with three girls. I do feel guilty and I worry that I will always feel that way because, I mean, I know it's ideal to wait... And you're right, I guess, about the porn. I just rationalize that doing it this way is better than having actual sex, when I'm not supposed to...I don't know what I'm saying."

She laughed. "I know exactly what you're talking about. But I still advise you to stop watching it. Don't compromise. I'm sorry for barging in on you, but we ended up having a good talk, didn't we?"

"Yes. But it's still embarrassing," he smirked.

"Well, I don't condone you having pre-marital sex, but the girls were pretty lucky!" she smiled, knowing that her words were ambiguous.

"Well, this is kinda sensitive, but they all complained about it," he blurted.

"What? Why, Tommy?"

"Well," he began, blushing. It hurt them," he said, his face flushing a bright red. "I mean, not really hurt, I guess. They were just uncomfortable. Usually," he chuckled.

"Oh. Well...I understand. Enough said." She felt herself blush.

"This one girl liked it. I mean I've never been with anyone that enjoyed it so much... but it was just such an 'ordeal'. That's the word she used."

She tried to keep from laughing, but snorted.

"Mom! It's not funny," he retorted as she broke out in a full-throated gale of laughter.

"No," she laughed. "I'm sorry, Honey. It's not funny." She broke into another bout of laughter, but finally got control of herself. The look on Tommy's face was priceless.

"What is so funny, Mom?" he demanded.

"It's embarrassing," she managed to say before laughing again. "Oh, Tommy, I just needed a good laugh. I'm not laughing at you. I just got started and I couldn't stop."

"Can you try to explain?"

"Well, Okay. When I came in here and saw your...wee wee..." she snorted again and broke into another fit of laughter.

"Mom! You're giving me an inferiority complex!"

"Oh, Tommy. Quite the opposite. When I saw...it...the first thing that went through my mind was, 'wow, some woman is going to be very satisfied!'"

Tommy smiled, nervously. "So...you're kinda laughing at the irony? Is that it?"

"Exactly!" she smiled. "Here I was admiring you and then you tell me that she was unsatisfied, just the opposite of what I had been thinking."

"Okay, since we're having this awkward conversation, let me ask you this. Do most women want a big one?" He blushed again.

"I have no idea what most women want. Seriously. But, from what I have seen online I think it's more of a visual thing than anything else. A man with a big one just seems move virile."

"Well, I know that mine is bigger than anyone else's when I shower at practice. I feel like a freak. Girls like it. But then, they complain about it. They would rather just look at it or play with it... Shit, Mom. I can't believe I'm telling you this, but who else can I talk to?"

"You can tell me everything or anything. And, from what I saw, I am not surprised that you are the biggest in the shower. But you're the opposite of a freak. That just means that you're the most potent and virile man of them all! You inherited that from the Lancasters," she told him frankly.

"Are you serious? How do you know?"

"Jackson's my twin brother. We shared a bathroom. And my daddy would just pull it out to pee in the barn. He didn't know I saw it, but I did."

"And they were bigger than others you saw? Mom, how did we get to talking about this?"

"I have never seen any as big as either of them except in porn videos - and most in them are not that big. You get it honest, believe me." Her curiosity had been piqued. She couldn't shut up. "So you haven't done it very many times?"

"Not many. But I've done...other stuff."

"And did they like that? Did they complain about that?"

He chuckled. "No. They didn't."

"I totally understand," she blurted. She could feel herself blushing. "I mean, I have to admit that I like the way big ones look - that's one thing I miss about watching porn." She was digging herself deeper into a hole. This was getting too uncomfortable. She could feel herself blushing.

"Well, you shoulda just come and looked at mine and you wouldn't have had to watch porn," he grinned. Seeing the look that came across his mother's face, he said, "Mom, I'm kidding! Not funny, huh?"

"I hate that I interrupted you, Honey. But I don't like you watching porn. I know I ruined the mood."

"Well, you nearly made me shit myself, but after we got to talking about all this...the mood is back."

"Oh, yeah? So now you're going to be proud, instead of ashamed? Instead of turning your back and covering yourself up, let those boys see what you have. Let them be the ones who are ashamed!" she teased.

"I'm going to be proud, Mom..." he said as he drew the sheet back, revealing his fully engorged manhood.

Jennifer gasped. "Tommy, cover yourself up," she stuttered, unable to take her eyes off her son's erection.

"You said to be proud of it, Mom," he grinned, sardonically.

"What are you doing, Tommy?" she gasped.

"Let's be totally honest, okay, Mom? I've seen you peeking around the corner at me when I got out of the shower. I'm not suggesting that you have any motives, but I know you're curious. Admit it."

She swallowed and met his eyes. "It's so beautiful, Son. Forgive me, please, but..."

"Touch it. I know you want to," he told her.

"Tommy, this is wrong," she whispered.

"Nobody will ever know, Mom. I want you to touch it."

As if she had no choice, she reached forward and grasped his cock. It was a perfect replica of his real dad's - Jackson's! She gripped it and,expertly and gently, stroked her fist down it and into his pubic hair.

"Oh, Tommy, you're so...MANLY! You are perfect, Honey." Her eyes roamed over his hair-covered abdomen and his bare, muscular chest. Just like Jackson's. Her pussy ached for him. Her mouth watered. Oh the things she could teach this man-child!

"Kiss it, Mom. Please? Nobody will ever know," he urged her.

She got on all fours and leaned forward and took the head of his cock in her mouth, savoring the feel of a real man's cock in her mouth for the first time in two decades. She thought she might pass out from pure passion.

"Oh, Mom, I knew you would be good at this!" he moaned. "I've thought about you doing this a thousand times!"

Her mind flipped a switch - from loving mother to sex-starved woman. She took him out of her mouth and looked in his face. "You weren't having naughty thoughts about your Mommy were you, Baby?" she asked as she licked around the head of his cock.

"Oh fuck, that feels good. Do you like my cock, Mom?" he grunted.

"Yes, Baby. Did your little girl friends take care of you this way?" she panted.

"Yes, but I had to finish it on their breasts. Can I finish on yours, Mom?" he groaned.

She smiled. "Just lay back. Let Mommy take care of everything."

She went to work on him with her mouth. She feverishly kissed and licked his massive balls, then licked and sucked his thick truncheon from bottom to top, before taking him back in her mouth. She was out of practice, after 20 years of not having a man-sized cock in her mouth, but she still was about to take over 7 inches of his delicious boy-meat into her mouth. She drooled so much that his cock was soaked in her saliva. She stroked as her head bobbed up and down.

"Oh fuck, I never felt anything like this, Mom!"

"Baby, I love this cock! Fill my mouth with your stuff, Tommy! Give it to Mommy," she purred as she continued to love his cock with her mouth, licking wetly up and down the shaft, then taking it deep inside her warm mouth.

He pulled her hair, as if to urge her off of his cock. "Mom! I'm gonna do it!"

She smiled to herself just as the first explosion of his white-hot boy-lava jetted into her cum-hungry mouth. Oh fuck, it tasted so good! She heard him moan and bellow as a river of his cum continued to rush into her mouth. She swallowed, hungrily, but realized that it was too late. His cum was leaking out the corners of her mouth and running down her chin. Some of it was continuing its journey down her throat and under her blouse. Some of it was dribbling onto the bed and his legs. His load was massive - just like Jackson's when he was 'fully loaded'.

Finally his orgasm abated and, even though she sucked at his meatus for more precious droplets of his jism, there was no more.

She swallowed, then sat up, her chin covered with cum. Some had run down under her blouse and she could feel some of it under her bra. She looked in his face for his reaction. He was panting and his eyes were closed. She almost laughed at how completely satisfied she knew he was.

Finally he opened his eyes. "Mom, that was..."

"Shhhh, you don't have to compare it to anything honey. I just have one question. Was that better than beating off to porn?"

"Shit, yes!" he grinned.

She stood. "Let this be a lesson to you, Son. No more porn. Understand?"

He nodded. She walked out of the room and went downstairs and locked herself in her bedroom, quickly shedding her clothes.

From the time that Tommy had reached puberty, Jennifer had been careful to keep herself covered around him. If she was dressed for bed, she always wore a housecoat. She didn't feel that it was appropriate for son to see her in various stages of undress. She would sometimes see him gazing at her legs or her bosom when she was fully clothed, but this was something she had been used to all her life. Men liked tits and they liked good legs. She wore modest clothing, but wasn't offended that men found her attractive. She secretly liked it and when they flirted with her, she was very tempted to flirt back, but she didn't. She had a strong sex drive and knew that it could easily get out of control. As far as Tommy was concerned, he was a teenage boy. She remembered how her own brother had been and she had taught high school math for several years. Many of her students had said inappropriate things about her body and things they would like to do with her. She didn't let them know that she was secretly aroused by their comments.

A couple of weeks after she had caught Tommy masturbating, she had gotten dressed for bed, wearing a thin cotton nightie that came down to her knees. Even though it didn't reveal much, it hugged her lush curves and normally she would have worn a housecoat. She was ready to crawl in bed when she realized that she had forgotten to make the coffee for the next morning. She didn't bother to throw the housecoat on, assuming that Tommy was upstairs in his room. She set about preparing the coffee, measuring it out and putting the water in the coffee maker. She loved to be able to grab a cup as soon as she came out of her bedroom after her shower each morning.

She turned the faucet on and was filling the reservoir when she became aware that Tommy was in the kitchen. He came up behind her and kissed the back of her neck while his hands tenderly grazed her soft, firm bottom.

"Tommy," she gasped. "No, honey," she smiled as she turned around and leaned against the sink, looking in his face. "That's not appropriate."

He grinned, arrogantly. "You gave me a blowjob and I can't touch your butt?"

"I know it sounds hypocritical. Maybe it is," she began as he stroked her stomach gently. She knew that her nipples were already hard just from him touching her briefly. She glanced down and saw that they were noticeable through her sheer nightie. Then his fingers were stroking her nipples. She gasped. "No, Tommy," she whispered as she grabbed his hands and held them.

"I'm having this real urge to watch porn, Mom. You've asked me not to, and I haven't. Something has to take its place," he whispered.

Her heart was beating out of her chest. What was he suggesting? She absolutely was not going to have sex with him. "Honey, I can take care of you. I will. But not this way," she whispered. She knew that her panties were already soaked. She needed sex. She hadn't gone this long without it since she was 18 years old. But she absolutely could not have intercourse with her own son.

"Mom, you're the sexiest woman I've ever seen," he gasped as he pulled her to him and wrapped her in his arms. "Forgive me, Mama, but you are," he whispered in her ear. "I think about you all the time." He looked into her eyes, then endeavored to kiss her lips. She kissed him back, but when she felt his tongue on her lips, she moved her face back, shaking her head.

Trembling, she broke the embrace and led him into her bedroom. "Lay down, Baby," she whispered. "Let Mommy take care of you," she croaked, her voice hoarse with pure lust.

He lay down and removed his boxers. His stiff, wet, 9-inch cock sprang into view. He knew the effect that it had on women. He also realized that his mother, for whatever reason, lusted for it. He realized that she only wanted to perform oral on him, but he wanted to at least see her nakedness. He had wanted that and fantasized about it for quite some time.

"Oh, Baby," she gasped. "You really need me, don't you?"

"Take your clothes off, please," he begged. "I just want to see you. Please."

"Oh, Tommy. I want to. I don't trust myself," she gasped as she sat on the edge of the bed and started playing with his erection.

"We don't have to do anything... I mean other than what..." he began.

"Honey, I know how these things work. You do too. I know that one thing leads to another and there is a line that I just cannot cross..." she told him, her breath coming out in pants.

"You've thought about it, haven't you?" he smiled. "Be honest. Tell me," he urged as she continued to play with his lust-hardened cock. He could feel pre-ejaculate flowing out of his meatus. She was expertly rubbing it up and down his cock. His mother obviously knew how to please a man, and he imagined that she learned that long before she met his dad.

Instead of answering, she got between his legs and took the head of his cock in her mouth. She closed her eyes and licked around his corona. He could tell that she loved doing this and wondered what she would be like impaled on his eager young cock. He knew that she could teach him everything he needed to know about pleasing a woman. He longed to please her. If she would allow it, there was nothing he wouldn't do for her.

She began to suck his cock. The pleasure was so intense that he could barely talk. She was so much more expert than any girl he had been with. She knew just how to touch him and stroke him as her wet mouth engulfed over half of his mammoth cock. Fuck, she was perfect.

"Let me see your tits, please?" he moaned.

She reluctantly took him out of her mouth. "Is this not good enough, Baby?" she smiled.

"Please?" he begged.

"Do you think they're going to look better than your girlfriends'? Better than porn?" she teased.

"Yes!" he cried in frustration. "I don't know why, Mom. I'm just dying to see them!"

"I know why, Baby," she told him, then licked his frenulum as she gently stroked him. She knew this would drive him crazy. She could get him off at any time she wanted. He was ready, but she hadn't had all the salacious fun that she wanted yet. Teasing him was such a tremendous turn on. She could feel her juices flowing down her thighs and imagined that there was probably wet spots on her nightie by now.

"Why, Mom? Oh that feels so goooooood!"

"Incest, Baby," she whispered. "Taboo."

He immediately knew that she was right. He had always lusted for her. He fantasized about his cousin, Katie. He had read stories online about family sex. He had fought against himself for having these feelings, but he had to admit to himself that, for whatever reason, it was a huge turn-on for him.

"I'm gonna cum," he moaned, having fought it as long as he could. He surrendered to the overwhelming urge as his mother greedily took him in her mouth and wantonly slurped his thick spurts of semen, thirstily swallowing everything he had to give her.

Jennifer was determined to swallow every delicious drop of her son's semen. She quickly gulped and swallowed as rapidly as she could. He kept cumming and cumming and cumming and she eventually decided that she just couldn't take it all, but then she sensed that he was finished. She swallowed the last mouthful, then raised her mouth off of him to take a quick breath. Thick white cum was still boiling out of his meatus. She quickly swiped her tongue around it, sucking voraciously, until there was none left. She licked and sucked at the tip, just to make sure, then she looked into his face. He had his eyes closed and a look of pure bliss masked his face. Yes, she had done her job well.

"I love that stuff, Baby," she whispered as she lay prone on his naked body. "You make your mommy happy." She kissed his cheek and lay so that she could whisper in his ear. He held her, his hand on her bottom. She didn't make him move it.

A few days later, she and Tommy had gone out to eat. Tommy said, "I wanted to talk to you about something, Mom. I just wanted to let you know what I'm thinking and see what you think about it."

"Sure, Honey. What is it?" She had noticed that he had been very quiet lately. She knew something was on his mind. He usually told her nearly everything that was going on in his life.

"I think I want to quit college."

"What? You're on the basketball team! You're making good grades!" she blurted.

"Not now, Mom. Calm down. Just hear me out, okay?"

"Okay, Honey. Sorry. Go ahead."

"I'm not sure I'm good enough to play at a 4-year school. I don't want to sit on the bench. You told me you could have sat on the bench in college and opted not to, right?"

"Yes, I was way better than you," she laughed, sarcastically. "Back then you didn't have to be very good to be on the team. But I wanted to play if I was gonna do all that practicing."

"I want to quit after this year. I'm not saying I won't ever go back and get a Bachelors' Degree, but I'm not sure I need it. I can make a lot of money working 30-40 hours a week right now, doing tech online."

"Okay. I'm open to that, if that's what you want," she said. "You're an adult."

"Well, that's not all," he told her.

"Okay. Let's have it," she said, a bit nervously.

"I want us to move to the farm. I've always wanted to live there. They've got 4 bedrooms. I can work online from there, you can do your work from there too, and, for once in my life, I won't have to live in the city," he blurted. "Best of all, Dad won't be around. I mean, I know he's not with us, but he's nearby. I don't even want to be near him. That's how I feel."

"Whoa. Stop. This is too much for me to take in all at once, Baby."

"I've got in all figured out, Mom," he smiled.

"Well there's a lot of questions here, the most important of which is, 'Do they want us?'"

He laughed. "Are you kidding? Uncle Jack would love it! Every time we see him, he's like, glued to you the entire time. That twin thing."

"I think he would be okay with it. I mean he does like me a lot, and I think he's tolerable, too..." she smiled. "Are you sure that you're ready to give up just you and me being alone?"

"Honestly, that's the worst part," he winked. "Can you run it by Uncle Jack? I mean, it won't be until next Spring. I don't know where Katie is going to college. She might not even be living there by then."

"I thought you two texted a good bit?"

"We do, but she hasn't made up her mind about college. Apparently she's decided not to play basketball, which is a shame. She's good. Real good. Anyway, I think she may just go to the junior college that you went to. I guess she would still live at home if she did that," he told her, imagining his pretty young cousin. He wondered what it would be like to be around her all the time. She was the prettiest girl he had ever met, but her personality was what he really liked about her. He imagined that his mother must have been a lot like her when she was that age. They did text each other, but it was sporadic. Sometimes they would message a hundred times a week. Sometimes they would not text for a couple of weeks.

"Let me think about this, Tommy," she sighed. "I do think that both of us would feel better to get out in the country for a while. I've never really enjoyed living in the city. I guess that I'm just in such a routine that I haven't considered my...our...options since your dad left."

That night she called her brother before she went to bed. She had been talking to him quite a bit about her impending divorce; she was glad to be able to discuss something with him that was hopeful, for a change. Yes, she needed a new life. Her son did too. She was happy that Tommy had suggested a possible way for them to do that. Jackson was excited at the idea. By the time the conversation was over, they were making tentative plans.

The basketball season coincided with the winter months. Tommy was having an exceptional season. He was fairly tall - 6-6 - for a point guard. He was averaging nearly 20 points per game, but was also one of the best rebounders on the team and led the team in assists. He was getting attention from several 4-year colleges. He could transfer and play his last two years of eligibility with them. He was adamant, however, that he was going to take at least a year off, possibly more, after this year of school.

Jennifer attended all the home games and was thrilled to watch her son play. She and Jackson had both played high school basketball, back in the day, but she knew that neither of them were nearly as good as Tommy. He was an exceptional athlete.

She secretly tingled, watching him. She promised him a reward if he played a good game. He always played well, and she always gave him a reward. In fact, she gave him oral sex any time he wanted it. Sometimes she even asked him if he wanted it. She couldn't get enough of his stiff young cock in her mouth, spewing his delicious and prodigious man-seed, which she always eagerly swallowed.

She had stuck to her guns about not allowing him to see her naked, although she had allowed him, on a very limited basis, to put his hands on her body. Her breasts were almost totally off-limits, but she allowed him to stroke her bottom, her back, and her tummy. There were limits, though. She just wasn't going to go there. He would just have to be satisfied with what she was willing to give him, even though she would have liked nothing better than to give into him and have a full-fledged sexual relationship like she once had with her twin brother.

One night, Tommy had an exceptional game, scoring over 30 points. On the way home, Tommy kiddingly suggested to Jennifer that, since he had such a good game, that he felt that his reward should be commensurate with how well he had played.

"You're very lucky to get what you get," she teased. "Let me freshen up a few minutes before you come to my room. I'm all sweaty from jumping up and down and cheering every time you scored."

Tommy had almost totally stopped masturbating. As he had promised his mother, he no longer looked at porn. She had promised to "take care" of him anytime he wanted and he was taking full advantage of it. He was amazed at how skillful she was and how eager she was to suck him off. His one regret was that she had yet to allow him to caress her in the way that he wanted, or even allow him to see her naked. He realized that she might be a little shy about it -- after all, she was 42 years old and she was his mother. She probably thought that she couldn't compare with girls his age, but Tommy imagined that her body would be flawless and he was dying to see her in all her naked glory.

He took another shower when he got home, knowing that his mother was very fastidious about cleanliness. When he was finished, he figured that she had had enough to time to freshen up. Wearing only a pair of boxer briefs, that showed off his package extremely well, he proceeded downstairs and knocked on his mother's bedroom door.

"Come in, Baby," he heard her say. Upon entering, he saw his mother in bed, covered by a sheet. The thought ran through his head that perhaps she had reconsidered and that she was naked under that sheet, but he quickly dismissed the thought.

"Get in here and cuddle with me, Baby," she said in a sultry voice. "That can be your extra reward before I take care of your needs," she giggled.

It was then that Tommy noticed a bottle of wine and a glass on her bedside table. His mother normally did not drink, at all, but occasionally she had a glass of wine to unwind.

"Having a little drinky, are you, Mom?" he laughed as he sat on the edge of the bed.

"I just wanted to be relaxed; that's all. Are you going to lecture me?" she smiled.

"No way. I just think it's funny," he said as he lifted the sheet and started to get underneath.

What he saw nearly took his breath away. His mother was wearing a short, transparent, nightie. Just a glimpse told him that she was not wearing a bra. He eagerly got under the sheet as his mother moved into his arms. Before he could even think about what was happening, his mother was kissing him, urging her tongue into his mouth. He eagerly sucked her tongue; she tasted of sweet wine.

His hands went to her breasts as they kissed. When he grasped one of her full breasts, gently massaging it, then carefully tweaking the nipple, Jennifer gasped and moaned, kissing him more insistently, her hand reaching into his boxers to grasp his cock, which was already coated with precum.

She broke the kiss, gasping for air, passionately kissing his neck and massaging his cock. "Oh, Baby, that feels so good! They need you, Baby. Will you suck them? Please?"

She sat up, pushed the straps of the thin nightie from her shoulders, then pulled her arms out, revealing the upper half of her body. She thrust her chest up to better emphasize what, she knew, were still spectacular breasts.​