Motherly Lust V: Boundaries? Not For Long
Interested in the wet spot, Larry smelt it then examined
his mothers panties and found the crotch also damp and
with a similar odor. Mom must've been playing with
her pussy!
He couldn't stop himself. He had to touch the crotch
of her panties, then, lick it. Then, sliding his pants down,
Larry rubbed his growing erection with his mother's
panties. Taking everything off, he slid into the bed so
the wet spot was right under his cock. Oooooo, that felt
cold! His Mother had been doing dirty things there! Now
the wetness was warming up and feeling exciting. Holding
her panties against his nose he convulsed and thinking
of his mother at some of her most provocative positions
after having staggered in half-clad after a night on the
town, he emptied his balls onto Charolette's already
wet bed.
Half an hour later, Charolette drove into the garage and
entered the kitchen with two bags full of liquor bottles,
and Larry couldn't help but notice the domed cones
of her breasts straining at tight sweater fabric as she
set the liquor down on the table.
Her voice had a choked, husky quality as she greeted him.
She went back out and came in with another bag with seltzer
and ginger ale. After depositing them also on the table
so that her spandex skirt stretched form-fittingly over
the globes of her especially wide buttocks, she immediately
poured herself a drink.
Sipping at her liquor, she secured
the bottles in the living room and kitchen cabinets.
The house was restocked with booze, and this was timely
since neither Charolette nor her son could've guessed
that, in the late hours of that very night, they would both
be participants in an outrageous orgy that would require
much of that booze she had brought in.
Mom, I thought you were going to help me study tonight.
Charolette was destined to help him, but not to study.
Sure, baby. I'm not goin anywhere. I'd
love to help you study. (Gulp)
He could see her nipples thrusting through a tight cotton
sweater. She had no bra. (That must be the bra on the bedroom
floor. I wonder if she has any panties on?) Her short, pleated
skirt didn't tell him much except that her rear end
seemed to stick out and swivel more than it usually did,
at least during the day.
Charolette's face was flushed, her lips moist and
her lovely, doe-like eyes misty. First, I'll
get us something to eat. Then we can cuddle up and study.
What do you mean cuddle up, Mom? What's that
got to do with studying? Are you all right?
I'm sorry Baby. I don't know why I said that.
I meant, just study.
She pulled a couple T.V. dinners out of the freezer. (Mom
never used to buy T.V. dinners. It's almost like she's
stopped cooking.
)
After supper they sat next to each other on the couch with
a book between them and Charolette's third drink on
a coffee table in front of the couch.
Honey, there was something motherly but
also seductive about the way Charolette laid an extremely
feminine hand on Larry's muscular thigh. I
want you to know that ... she took another draw from
her tumbler of booze .. that I'm going to try
and make it up to you for not being home when you need me.
She took another gulp. I'm staying home tonight
to help you study, and I'll try not to go out as often.
That's OK, mom. I'm a big boy. I can study
by myself.
Ooooww, I know you're a biig (with that she brushed
her fingers very lightly over his crotch bulge). Don't
think I haven't noticed how you've grown. Well
since you're so big, honey, (gulp) you won't mind
if I treat you like an adult, right?
I guess so? Larry said hesitantly. He considered
his mother drunk now, and his guard was up.
You know; you have an adult body now. I can't
help it if I see a man in my li'l boy, an see a li'l
boy in...
OK mom, let's study, Larry said hornily.
Charolette was too tipsy to choose meaningful questions
out of the text and couldn't even cross-check the answers
in the back of the book. She was restless, her bulgingly
wide rear end squirming on the couch caused the protrusions
under her blouse to jiggle.
It looked to her son like her 'grown-up needs'
had started up again for the night. Her voice had such a musky
quality, that Larry had trouble concentrating on the words.
You aren't helping me Mom. This is just confusing
me more. What's wrong with you. That's your fourth
drink, and you're not acting right. I wish daddy were
back.
What's happening to mother? Ever since dad moved out
she's been acting weirder and weirder. He wished his
father hadn't have given her the black eye. Maybe then,
they could've worked things out.
Dad said that New Jersey had ruined her. Of course he was
right, 'cause in South Carolina, it's no big thing
if a husband has to discipline a wife. Dad says that women
need strong bossing or they lose respect for men. That makes
sense.
Just a little slapping around, and she made a big deal about
it. First she left and spent several nights with those sinners
that according to dad had corrupted her. Then the police
came and arrested dad. Now dad's out of jail but has
to live somewhere else. Boy! New Jersey law stinks!
Look at mother now. She doesn't even feel like a mother
anymore. With those legs showing and all that makeup, there's
something entirely different about her. The way she walks
in high heels, her hips swiveling and her soft, perfectly
rounded flesh tightly jiggling.
And the way she touches
him sometimes! It feels exciting, but it's scary.
It's scary to have a mother that doesn't act like
a mother anymore.
The day before was the worst. About eleven in the morning,
she arrived home from shopping, but all she had bought was
underclothing, seductive lingerie for herself, and,
as she pulled sheer panties, stockings, garters, teddies
and other sexy things out of her shopping bag, she added,
an I didn't forget you, darlin. Here's
somthin for you, and, she handed him a package of
jockey shorts.
Irritated, but somewhat aroused by seeing all his mother's
unmentionables, he sniffed, That's
the wrong size, mom. I can't wear those.
Buut, that's medium, an your waist size is only
thirty-one.
Don't you know anything about men, mom?
he asked, then realizing the irony of the remark, felt more
unsettled as he continued, It's not only the
waist, mom. These types are for kids. I need 'em for
mature men.
Well, you're only eighteen. Try 'em, an
if they're too tight, I'll take 'em back,
an I'll know what kind to get.
Ooohh, you will? An how will you do that, mom? Tell
the jockey short salesman your son needs more room in his
crotch? Oh, that'll be great!
Try 'em. I'll look away 'till ya get
'em on. Pleeease try 'em on.
I got 'em special
for you.
I'll change 'em in my bedroom.
OK, hon. I'll wait. While she waited,
she found the videotape in her pocketbook that Jenny had
given her to show her son. It was an eight hour blank that
Ralph had copied from rentals, and it had five adult film
titles: Sex Fifth Avenue Revisited, Holly does Hollywood,
Pretty Peaches, Slippery When Wet with Anne Sprinkle,
the Backdoor Club with Danielle, and Shared with Strangers
with some Europeans.
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When Larry came back, he was at least decent, but Charolette
wasn't. MY GOD, MOM! Charolette lay
on the couch in a diaphanous, black, semi?transparent,
body suit.
This is what I bought. It's called a body-stocking.
If I'm gonna see you in shorts, maybe you'd like
to see what I just bought.
That's gross, mom, he complained,
but it had worked its magic on him. I'm going
back upstairs; this is hurting.
WAIT, HONEY! What's hurting? Oh, that's
right, your underpants! Take your jeans down, and let me
see.
Here! he said crossly, unbuttoning his jeans
to give his mother a peek, then pulling them back up.
LARRY! I can't tell anything about the fit that
way. Come over here and let me see, so I can get a good look,
she ordered with enough parental tone to cause him to reluctantly
approach.
When he approached to within two feet, she insisted
with a choked excitement, Now, pull your pants down
so I can see where the tightness is, hon.
Mom, this is embarrassing me. I don't want you
to see why ... but it was too late. Charolette had
reached across and yanked his jeans down so her son's
massive balls and erection stood out in relief under his
undersize briefs. Because his prick was so long and thick,
the head and five inches of it pronged out above the waist-band.
THERE! Now ya happy? the boy snarled.
I had no iddddeeeaaah! Oohh baby, you're so
BIIIIG! OH DON'T GO AWAY! she shouted with a
panic that stopped her son from turning and heading back
to his bedroom. You're so biig, I cant see how
anything can fit.
Let me see what kind to get you, she gasped, running her hands
under his balls so that he became even more aroused. Then,
feeling how thick his cock was, she felt it thicken and elongate
even more so the point of Larry's cock-head rose even
further above the band.
LAAAARREEE! IT'S GETTIN BIGGER! she
screamed in delight at the sight of his shaft having grown
to an overall length of twelve inches and a breadth the size
of an ax handle. His cock-head now rode six inches above
the band. As she reached to caress it, he turned and bolted.