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"Can you put this on the table for me," I asked, holding the empty glass in front of Mom. Her only answer was to look around the glass at the TV. Shrugging, I leaned across Mom and set the glass down myself. As I leaned over, my hips turned toward Mom and the tent in my shorts pressed against the back of her bottom. It was so warm and soft and inviting, it paralyzed me.
"Jeff, move back. Give me some room," Mom snapped.
"What? Oh, sorry."
I pulled back but remained facing toward Mom's backside.
"Move back," she urged.
I shifted back further, my gaze never leaving the expanse of bottom and thighs revealed by my retreat. My observation was cut short by Mom's sudden shift toward me as she jerked her elbow off the armrest and put her head down on it. Her bottom was once more pressed against me and, since I was still facing her, so was the tent in my shorts. She must have felt its presence but she acted like nothing was wrong. I looked down to confirm what I could feel and was surprised to see Mom's skirt riding high up on her hip. I guess it have been dragged way up when she slid down on the couch. No wonder it was so warm down there.
I had nowhere to put my hands and they were hovering over her. I realized I should pull back and face forward but Mom was watching the TV so I felt no immediate need to end the wonderful sensations emanating from the area of my private parts. I leaned sideways to put my elbow on the back of the couch above Mom, causing my groin to press even more firmly against her bottom. Sucking in my breath, I waited for a rebuke but it never came. I watched the TV, holding my other hand aloft, then slowly lowered it until it rested on Mom's thigh, just above the knee. Soon, I renewed the sideways rubbing of my forefinger and thumb.
My body ached. To keep in contact with Mom's bottom, I was uncomfortably contorted. The hand whose thumb and forefnger were caressing Mom's thigh was moving up and down her leg without distracting Mom's attention on the TV. My discomfort was overridden by the desire keep the ground I had gained. Gently, I urged Mom's knee upward. If I could shift her leg, I could move mine more comfortably behind it. After applying pressure for some time, Mom's knees shifted up and the top one fell in front of the other. My legs followed.
When Mom's upper leg had fallen in front of the other, a gap opened between her thighs into which my hand and automatically continued its stroking caress.
The movie ended.
Mom kept watching the TV for several minutes, neither of us moving except for my roving hand. Her hand rose up and clutched the pillow over her head. Suddenly, my hand became trapped as Mom's upper leg lifted and slid back on top of the other one. I was stuck in a very warm place high up between her legs.
I tried to move my hand but it was firmly ensconced between her legs, so high up that I could feel the puffiness of her panties pressing down on the back of my thumb. I moved my thumb upward and her thighs went rigid. I froze. The muscles in the arm clutching the pillow were tense. Clearly, Mom was at the cusp of a decision. I waited, knowing the next few seconds would define our future relationship, love or hate.
I waited.
And waited.
Except for the tension in her arm and legs, Mom could have been sleeping. The influence of the doll didn't matter now. She didn't know about it so how could it contribute to her decision? Whatever affect it had was already in play. Mom must be torn about whether to follow the path that Gary's and Billy's moms had taken. I was sure it wasn't about whether or not it would work. She had told Billy's mom that I wouldn't show the same interest in her that Billy was demonstrating to his mom, but now she knew better so the question couldn't be whether or not it would work.
Did she want to, or could she, go through with it? That was the question.
I waited. Mom's thighs still immobilized my hand. I felt distant, as if I was looking down at Mom and I on the couch, only mildly interested, watching to see what would unfold, and casually awaiting the end of the struggle.
I waited.
Suddenly, it dawned on me that maybe Mom couldn't decide on her own. Of course, she wanted to turn me away from sinking into worse behavior, to guide me towards a bright future, but at such a cost, wasn't there another way? I needed to convince her that the price was worth it, or better, that there was no other way.
I flexed my thumb against Mom's panties and her legs immediately became even more rigid.
"You know, Mom, I've been thinking a lot lately. I believe people are mostly good but there's a little bad in everyone. Even Dad has bad thoughts."
I felt bad about reminding Mom about the Dad, the studio, and Susan but I needed every ounce of pressure to teeter Mom over the edge.
"I try not to be bad but I'm not perfect. I know I'll do something. I can't help it."
I leaned down and pressed my forehead against Mom's side next to her breast and shook my head slowly, rubbing my nose in her flesh.
"I'm really trying but it's hard," I whispered. "If only there was something to help me, something to think about that would restrain me when I'm out there alone, by myself."
Jesus. Could I be more obvious? Mom's hand slid part way down the pillow covering her head. Yes, I could be more obvious. I blatantly laid it out.
"If only," I paused for effect, "I could be a little bit bad at home it might make me better out there, kind of like a balance sort of thing."
I waited for my words to take hold. Mom had turned her face up to hear me better, only an inch or maybe even less, but it showed she was listening.
I waited, but Mom didn't ask me for more detail on what I meant as I had expected her to do. She seemed to be waiting for me to say something more but I was waiting for her to ask. Instead, Mom relaxed, allowing her face to settle down into the couch the inch it had turned up. She pulled the pillow more firmly over her face and was still, but the tension in her legs eased.
I flexed my thumb, pressing firmly into Mom's panties but the muscles in her legs didn't tense up like before. The thrill that coursed through me almost escaped my lips in a squeal of delight. Holy fuck!
I rubbed my thumb across the front of Mom's panties and still she didn't clench her legs tight to stop me. I hunched closer to her and pressed my swelling cock against her bum. I struggled to control my breathing but the joy of holding and touching Mom so intimately was too great. I couldn't hide my excitement. I dropped my right hand behind her back and slipped it underneath her body, finding and cupping her breast.
"I love you, Mom. I know you'll help me," I rasped.
I pulled my hand out from behind Mom's legs and squeezed in back in from the front. My hand cupped her mound and its longest finger found and pressed into the now very damp groove dividing her swelling lips. My cock throbbed against Mom's panties from behind. I was in heaven.
I began rubbing my hand up and down on Mom's pussy with my finger sliding between her pubes. Without meaning to, my finger pushed her panties aside and slipped underneath. Immediately it was surrounded by Mom's wet lips and my nose, still nuzzling the side of Mom's breast, was filled with her pungent odor. I pushed my finger deeper, found the smaller, inner hole and slipped inside.
I was finger-fucking Mom! I concentrated on moving my fingers inside her to deliver the most exquisite sensations I could, based upon my recently learned knowledge. Judging by Mom's poorly restrained breathing, I wasn't doing a bad job. Unfortunately, I was also humping against her behind and lost my concentration. I relieved myself in my shorts.
Shortly after that, Mom snorted as if she was waking, and sat up. I sat up with her and withdrew my hand as she rose. She shook her head as if to clear it, then got up and went upstairs without saying a word, not even goodnight. I turned off the TV and went to bed too.
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I didn't visit Billy's Mom the next day. For one thing, something told me that Mrs. Hammond wouldn't be all that interested in showing me how grateful she was now that she had decided to change her son's behavior directly without working through me. She obviously didn't need my help anymore. The other thing was that I didn't much care anymore. The woman I kept thinking about was Mom.
To be sure, Mrs. Hammond was a sexy woman and, push come to shove, I would enjoy fucking her, and maybe one day I would, if I could. But now, the woman I really wanted was the one I loved, and the I now knew loved me so much she would do anything for me, maybe. I wanted to find out. Let me rephrase that, I needed to find out.
I started to approach Mom several times the next day but something in her demeanor warned me away. I decided not to risk pushing it and possibly losing what I had gained. I retreated to my room after she brushed me off and paid loving attention to the doll. Nevertheless, I received the same subliminal message when I approached Mom several more times and I backed off each time, but revisited the doll each time too.
Just before dinner, after Dad had come home, Mom began leafing through the photos that Dad had taken of Susan. She had evidently brought them from studio earlier and put them under a magazine on the coffee table. After she finished looking at each one, she tossed it back onto the coffee table. Dad looked uncomfortable. Not all the pictures were headshots. In fact, most were full body pics, from many angles, including lots in reclining poses where Susan's skirt had slid far up her legs. Mom was critical.
"You know, I don't think you've done Susan justice."
"What do you mean?" Dad asked nervously.
"She has a wonderful figure and you can't really see it in thesd pictures. I think you should get her back and take some more."
"Really? I think they show that she's a very pretty young woman. Someone should give her a shot on that basis," Dad defended his professional skill.
"Maybe," Mom replied, "but if there were a few more risqué shots, it would help."
"You think so?" Dad asked.
"Yes, a few bikini shots would clinch an interview, I should think," Mom mused.
"Well, maybe I don't think I could suggest that to her. I don't her and her husband that well."
"Neither do I but she seemed to take it well."
"She...you didn't..."
"Yes, I did. She's coming over after dinner. She seemed quite thrilled, in fact. I told her you wouldn't mind taking a few more photos, well, lot's more."
"No, no, of course not," Dad agreed. "They are neighbors, after all."
"Exactly," Mom said. "She'll be over about eight thirty, after she puts Ricky to bed. I told her to bring a bikini or two and maybe some lingerie."
Dad ate dinner quickly that night and hurried off to studio to get ready. Mom seemed pleased with herself and I was confused. I couldn't figure Mom out. Why had she invited Susan to spend more time alone with Dad in the studio, in a bikini and lingerie yet?
I tried to help Mom with the dishes, just to be near her but she shooed me out.
"Maybe you can keep me company while your father and Susan are in the studio," she suggested.
I agreed to do that but was more interested in keeping her company after Susan had left and Dad had gone to bed.
"Maybe we could watch a couple of movies," I suggested in return.
"Maybe," Mom replied.
I went up to my room and played with the doll. I heard Susan come in and shortly after that, Mom called me. I went downstairs to find Mom sitting on the couch, watching TV. The lights had been dimmed.
"I thought I heard Susan come in," I said, looking down the hall at the closed studio door.
"She did," Mom replied. "They'll probably be busy for a while, I should think."
I sat down on the couch and as soon as I did, Mom slid down onto her side and rested her head on the armrest.
"So, did she bring her bikinis?"
"Shhhhhh," Mom hissed.
I shut up. Mom reached for my hand and pulled it onto her hip. I waited a few minutes before allowing it to stray onto her thigh outside her skirt. I shifted closer to her and started stroking her leg, stretching down to her bare knee. Mom pulled the pillow over her face.
A commercial started but Mom remained focused on the screen. On the next upstroke, my hand slipped underneath her skirt and Mom didn't even flinch. The commercials ended just when I reached the half way point between the hem of Mom's skirt and her panties. I worked my way higher and higher, my fingers curling around the front of Mom's legs into the crease between them. By the time the next set of commercials came on, my fingers were bumping against the front of Mom's panties.
"Jeff?" Mom whispered.
"Yeah," I answered, worried by her awareness.
"Were you bad today?"
I was about to answer when Mom spoke again.
"I mean, out there."
"No."
My fingers nestled against Mom's panties, and stayed.
"Do you think your father's being bad in there?" Mom asked.
"No," I responded truthfully. "He might be thinking about it but I doubt he's doing anything."
"Even when Susan's in a bikini?"
"Yeah, even then."
"Hmmmm. I guess you're right. You always have been more like me."
"You mean, because I'm bad?"
"Yes."
That was an interesting response. I thought about it for a moment, and while I did, my finger started tickling the front of Mom's panties.
"Jeff?"
"Yeah?"
"I bought a new bikini today."
"You did?"
"Yes. If you're good out there tomorrow, I'll show it to you before your father gets home. Maybe you can take some pictures?"
"Okay, Mom."
"I think I still look okay in a bikini."
"Mom."
"Yes?"
"Shhhhh. Watch the movie."
Mom pulled the pillow tighter over her head and my finger became more active. I leaned down to press my nose into the side of her breast, which felt unencumbered. I slipped my hand behind her and underneath, finding and grasping her breast. Mom wasn't wearing a bra. I filled my hand with tit and slipped my fingers inside Mom's panties which was easy because they were the kind that dip low in front, something I guessed was new in Mom's wardrobe. I was pleased, very pleased.
I pressed close to Mom, pushing my hard cock against her bottom. I loved doing this. I humped at her slowly for a while then pulled back. I lifted Mom's skirt up to expose her panties, found the waistband and pulled them down, exposing her ass and the back of her pussy. The sight of those two, fat puffy lips made me leak into the condom I had put on so I didn't mess my pants like I had the previous night. I spread them with my fingers to reveal the sweet pinkness inside. Mother fucker, that was hot.
Tightening two fingers, I pushed them inside. Mom flinched but I pressed on, dividing her lips and pushing into her inner hole, invading her cunt.
"Unnnghhh."
Squish, squish, squish. Mom was already wet and getting wetter.
"Dad's in there alone with that hot little bitch in her bikini," I whispered, shoving my fingers in deep.
"Unnnghhh."
"And he hasn't got the moxie to do her."
Shove, shove.
"If it was me, I'd do her, even if my wife was out here."
"That's because...unhhhh...you're bad," Mom rasped.
"That's right, just like his wife," I rasped back.
"Do you want to do her?" Mom asked.
"What?"
"Susan. I'll tell her she'll look better in pictures with a younger man," Mom said.
"You mean me?"
"Yes," Mom hissed.
"You're bad, Mom. Why would you want to see me do Susan? A little payback for your husband's wandering eye?"
"I just want you to be rewarded, Jeff."
"Oh."
I pulled my hands away from Mom and she sighed in disappointment. I tugged her legs down straight on the couch and rolled her onto her tummy, then dragged her skirt up onto her back. Pushing my hand between her legs from behind, I found her pussy and slowly inserted three fingers into her cunt, then lifted her face from the pillow.
"I don't want that milktoast goody-goody, I want you," I hissed, twisting my fingers deeply inside her cunt.
"Unnnghhhh. But she's beautiful, Jeff."
"So are you."
"Unnghhh. You can go all the way with her."
"I can do that with you."
"No, you can't."
"You won't let me?"
"Not all the way."
"How far, then?"
"I...unghhhh...don't know. Just this."
"I want more."
"No. I've already gone too far. Ohhhh, Jeez, that feels good."
"He doesn't treat you like this, does he?"
"Unnnghhhh. No."
"I know how to make you feel good."
"Yes...unghhh...you do, but we can't go all the way, Jeff. I'll get Susan for you. She acts innocent but there's a wildness in her. I can sense it."
The thought of Mom procurring a young wife for me was pretty wild.
"Okay, Mom."
I practised my recently-learned finger art for the next few minutes and got Mom really worked up. I slipped onto my knees and crab-walked sideways to Mom's head, being careful to keep my fingers working in her cunt. Using my left hand, I undid my shorts and let my condom covered cock spring free. I wished now that I hadn't put the damn thing on. I pulled Mom's head toward me. She opened her eyes and they went wide. Holding the back of her neck, I urged her forward.
"She's probably in her bikini now," I croaked, "maybe even her panties, and he's gawking at her. It would be really nasty for you to take me into your mouth while he's in there thinking he's getting away with something."
Mom shook her head but her eyes were wide and she wasn't trying to pull away so I urged her head forward until my plastic-covered cock nudged her lips.
"I need you," I pleaded.
Mom's lips parted and my tip slipped inside. I put all my fingers at the entrance to Mom's well-worked hole and pushed. Mom opened her mouth wide and my cock slipped in. I pushed harder, all my fingers sinking to the third knuckles. Mom gulped and took me in to her tonsils. I worked my hand, twisting it, to stretch Mom's cunt. She mumbled something on my cock but I figured it would have been unintelligible even without her mouth full.
I began stroking in her mouth, trying to time my in and outs with left and right twists of my hand, and was amazed when Mom thrust her ass up to get more of it inside. I was moving faster now, without regard to Mom's face. Below, Mom stretched wide enough that the hinge of my thumb crested and my hand slipped fully inside. Mom bucked her hips and her whole body trembled and quivered, then she stopped humping and simply vibrated, coming on my enveloped wrist. So did I, just in the condom, but it was in her hot, wet mouth.
Dad and Susan emerged about ten minutes later. Mom and I were quietly watching a movie. We got up to greet them. Susan gushed about how thankful she was for Mom's suggestion about doing more pictures. Mom walked her to the door and Dad turned back to the studio, I guess to review the pictures. Mom spoke quietly for a moment to Susan while I stood by myself, the condom in my pants full of cum, and my pocket bulging with Mom's soaking wet panties. Susan glanced at me, then smiled and nodded at Mom.
"Has Dad gone back to his studio?" Mom asked after she closed the door.
I nodded.
"Well, I think I'll go up to bed now." She turned at the stairs and said, "You'd better be a very good boy, Jeff."
"I will, Mom."
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The first thing next morning I started working up the doll. There was no way Mom had capitulated so fast simply because she wanted to change my behavior. The doll definitely had something to do with it and no matter what Gary's mom or Billy's mom thought, they were affected too. They were simply too close, too involved, to think straight.
I fingered and rubbed and licked the doll before going downstairs for breakfast. Mom had finished hers and was watching a morning show on TV while she drank her coffee. Dad was reading the paper and eating his. He glanced at his watch as I entered the kitchen and did so several more times. He liked to wait until the last possible minute before facing the morning rush hour.
