Jeff Davis
Mom_s hot lesson

CHAPTER ONE

She stood in the doorway viewing the disaster before her. The bedroom looked like the aftermath of an earthquake. But it was the result of a calamity – a two – legged calamity named Pete, her son. Doris shook her head slowly and drawing a deep breath, stepped into the room and waded through the strewn possessions, picking up something here and something there.

She put a book in the bookcase and a bottle on a shelf. The stack of folded clothes and she had laundered and left in the room the day before was right where she had left them. She shrugged and picked up the stack and began putting clothes in drawers. As she tried to straighten up his underwear so she could put the freshly laundered items in the drawer, she noticed something – a brown paper bag was pushed completely to the back. She hesitated for a minute, not wanting to invade her son's privacy, but her curiosity got the better of her. She pulled the bag out and looked into it. It was a stack of magazines, none of which looked familiar.

She carried them to the bed and dumped them onto the rumpled sheets. The sight hit her in the pit of the stomach. There were several magazines with different titles and covers but all obviously sex magazines. There were also a couple of novels with lurid titles and drawings on the covers.

Doris stood looking down at the pile of filth, her stomach churning. Her baby was reading such filth! She was shocked and repulsed by the pile of horrible books. She had to force herself to pick them up and drop them back in the bag. As she picked the last one up, a magazine, it fell open to a full page photograph. She inhaled sharply. A woman knelt before a man and had over half of his cock in her mouth. Doris closed the offensive book quickly.

She would have to confront Pete with this and find out where he had gotten such things and make him get rid of them. She was facing another one of those times that made it difficult to bring up a son without the benefit of a father. That son-of-a-bitch! she thought as she flashed a picture of her ex-husband across her mind. She had to push the hostile thoughts out of her mind. Thoughts of how he had disgraced her and betrayed her, running around with other women. She shivered with the intensity of the emotion that surged through her.

She sat down on the boy's bed and tried to think. She had to stop this perversion before it took hold and he became just like his father. A picture flashed into her mind. The photograph in the magazine. She began to tremble and she wasn't sure what was causing it. Then she was aware of a dampness between her thighs and she was even less sure.

Her face felt hot and under her gown and robe, she felt her nipples harden and become sensitive. She shifted positions and looked at the paper bag. Suddenly, she was at war with herself. She wanted to reach for the bag and take the magazine back out. A part of her mind rebelled. She felt as if she could no longer control her body. A tiny moan escaped her lips.

She had to see what she was fighting, she decided. She opened the bag and pulled the slick magazine out. She stared at the woman's open pussy on the cover. A cock hovered inches from it. Her thighs trembled and she felt a strange twitch deep inside her belly. Her mouth was dry and she found that she was staring at the long hard cock.

She picked up the bag and took it and the magazine into her bedroom. She didn't want Pete to accidentally find her reading that trash. She dropped onto her bed and leaned against the pillows, the magazine in her lap. She opened the pages and looked at the photographs. Each one was of some sort of sexual activity. With each page she felt the strange heat rising higher and hotter in her crotch. She crossed and uncrossed her legs nervously.

What few words were printed in the magazine were nearly all four-letter. Her eyes skimmed very quickly over the stream of fuck, cock, suck, cunt and shit.

Three years without sex began to take its toll on her. She felt the throb between the fleshy lips of her pussy. The dew seeped, from it, wetting the lips and hair and making her thighs slippery. She flipped a page and a full page of cunt stared at her, the woman's fingers rubbing the little love button. Doris felt something akin to a small electric shock run through her own clit. Her thighs eased apart and her hand dropped to her lap, making a valley in her gown.

Her fingers pushed the soft cloth down against the folds of her cunt and she scraped her fingernails over it. A shiver ran through her. Her breath rasped through her nostrils and she jerked under her touch. Her pussy felt as if it would burst into flame momentarily. She stared at the picture of the glistening pussy and the long slim fingers and licked her dry lips. Her hand hurriedly tugged at the short gown, bunching it around her hips, exposing the curly hair of her pussy. The fleshy lips peeked from beneath the dark strands. Her finger dipped immediately into the slit, before she could change her mind. The little bump of her clit stood up like a tiny cock, awaiting her touch. She caressed it and a groan escaped from her throat.

She flipped the page and found a cock half-buried in the shiny pussy. Her pussy spasmed and her finger stroked harder at her love button. She gazed at the photograph through mere slits of eyes, her mouth open. She could hear herself gasping. Her hips began to jerk upward to meet the strokes of her finger.

She looked at the cock, hard and dark, and wished that it was buried in her own pussy. She tried to imagine it in her cunt. The fullness in her cunt, the slapping flesh, the pounding rhythm. Her cunt pulsed and she groaned again. The pressure was building to a peak, deep inside. Her finger flew over her throbbing clit. Her pussy clenched and relaxed. Her hand worked faster and deeper into her lust she went.

The magazine slid off her lap. Her hips bucked and bounced on the bed. Her eyes were clamped shut and her breathing was ragged. Juices drenched her fingers, running down her ass.

"AH! AH! AH! Aaaahhh!" she cried. The balloon burst inside her and her body arched and locked. She shook from head to toe as wave after wave of pleasure raged through her straining body. Colors burst behind her tight eyelids and a roar filled her ears. She shook and thrashed, her thighs clamping around her hand.

With a low wail, she jerked her head to one side and collapsed on the bed.

Her eyes opened finally and she looked around to get her bearings. Everything was foggy and she was still fighting for breath. Her body shivered as the last throes of her climax ran through her. Her hand slid wetly from between her thighs and she looked at it. It glistened with her juices. A little smile of satisfaction crossed her lips.

Doris eased herself off the bed. Picking up the paper bag and dropping the magazine back into it, she walked shakily back to Pete's room and placed the package in the drawer. She was making plans to spy on him and see just what he did with those books. All in the name of motherly concern, she had told herself.

Once in the hall, she decided that she needed a shower. She stepped into the small room and stripped off her gown. A moment's pause before the mirror reassured her that her body was in pretty good shape. She smiled at the dark circles of her nipples, still erect with passion. Her belly was just slightly rounded and her hips were full and firm. The dark triangle of cunt-hair was damp and matted.

The hot spray stung her as she stepped under it. She closed her eyes and let the water massage her still-trembling flesh. Warm rivers of it ran over her nipples and down her belly. She cupped her hand under it, directing it into the crevice of her pussy. The warm water flowed over her clit and she felt the lust rise within her again. She fought it, weakly, concerned about the sudden new appetite she seemed to have developed. Her fingers curled up to the itching button and touched it. She shivered and jerked her hips forward, her thighs opening. The hot spray beat on the tender clit and sent shock waves of pleasure running through her.

Her fingers flicked across her clit, urging it to an even more sensitive state. Another finger probed the warm hole, slipping into it, caressing the soft walls. Her cunt spasmed in pleasure and clamped at her finger. She drove the slim finger to the knuckle in the pulsing cunt and rubbed viciously at her love button. Her hip jerked and her ass flexed. Closer and closer she came. Deeper and harder plunged one finger, the other coaxing more and more sensations from her clit.

"Eeeeiih!" she wailed over the hiss of the shower. "AH! All! AH!" she grunted with each spasm of pleasure.

Her cunt clamped like a vise around her finger, seeming to milk it. She felt her muscles cramp and tremble with her climax.

Gasping, she leaned against the shower wall and let her balance come back. Her breathing evened out and the soft glow of pleasure suffused her body.

She finished her shower, avoiding any more contact with the sensitive flesh of her cunt. She stepped out and dried her glowing skin and stepped into the hall, her towel over her shoulder. She ran right into Pete. We starred away and his eyes widened at her nakedness.

"Uh – excuse me, Mom," he stammered and started past her to his room.

She looked after him, curiously. He had seen her naked, before. Of course it had been sometime ago. Then she thought of the books. Her face lit up with comprehension. She continued to her room and thought about her son as she slipped into a pair of shorts and a halter-top. She looked in the mirror. She liked the effect. Her tits were just large enough and the nipples didn't stick out too much. They were just little bumps on the front of the halter.

The shorts were short. Maybe a little too short by some people's standards, but she didn't care. They fit snug, molding her hips and ass and with slight indentation in the crotch where they pressed into her pussy. She hadn't worn those shorts in years. Not since her ex-husband had bought them for her. They had always seemed too brief and too tight. For some reason they seemed just right, now.

She stepped into the hall and knocked at Pete's door. She heard a rustle and a drawer bumped. "Yeah," he called.

"Can I come in?"

"Come on in." His voice seemed tense. She pushed the door open and found him sitting on the side of the bed.

"Pete, this room is a disaster. Would you please clean it up," she said. He looked up at her. His face looked sad and confused.

"What's wrong, dear?" she asked.

"Nothing. Just a little down, I guess," he replied, looking away.

"Want to talk about it?"

"No. It'll be all right."

"Would you like some lunch?" she asked, putting her hand on his shoulder. He stiffened slightly.

"Yeah, sounds good." His eyes were still turned from her.

"Get some of this mess up while I make us a sandwich, would you?"

"Okay, Mom," he replied, looking back at her, trying to smile. His eyes strayed over her body, pausing at the halter and the crotch of her shorts. He looked away, again.

Doris glanced down at his lap and she was sure that she could see a bulge in his jeans. She looked again, closer. She was sure.

"Cheer up. It'll be better," she soothed, touching his cheek and leaving him sitting there.

The afternoon went like a snail. Doris watched the clock and Pete, when he was nearby. He stayed out of sight most of the time. She tried several times to start a conversation with him and failed each time.

After dinner that night, he sat through one TV show with her and then rose.

"I'm going to hit the sack," he mumbled to her. "Pete! Are you sick?" she asked, a little alarmed.

"No. Why?"

"You have moped around all day, hardly talking. You act sick."

Seeing the look of concern on her face, he smiled at her.

"I'm all right, Mom."

"It's just so unlike you to be so down. I'm worried."

"I know. I'm sorry. I'll be all right." He leaned down and kissed her forehead.

Doris felt a tremor run through her as his lips touched her skin. He straightened up and left the room. She stared after him.

She sat there, trying to pass the time with the TV but it was still dragging. After thirty minutes or so, she went down the hall and made a visit to the bathroom. As she came out, she stopped at Pete's dosed door. She could hear muted sounds but couldn't identify them. She gently tried the knob. Locked. That confirmed her suspicions. She turned to her room and opened a drawer and took out a small screwdriver. Going back to Pete's door, she inserted it in the slot in the center of the knob and, holding her breath, she turned it slowly, feeling the click. Turning the knob very slowly, she pushed the door open just a crack.

In the semi-darkness she could see Pete sitting in the middle of his bed. His young body was naked. She sucked in her breath at the sight.

One of the magazines was spread before him on the bed. His eyes and attention were fixed on the open pages. His hand grasped his cock, stroking slowly. Doris saw the dark head moving with the motion of his hand and her knees went weak and she bit her lip. Her cunt pulsed, her clit trembled. She leaned on the door facing and watched him.

His hand worked over the length of his throbbing shaft, picking up speed gradually. His hips were moving slightly. His lips moved as if he were reading. She watched his hand then his mouth. He wasn't reading. He was repeating something over and over. She couldn't hear the word or words, just the muffled sound of a whisper.

His hand was pounding faster and harder now. Doris felt her cunt ooze moisture. She trembled and bit her lip. She was getting caught up in his lust. She licked her lips as she looked at his cock. Delicious was the word that popped into her mind. She realized then that the lust she was feeling wasn't a pick-up on his. It was her own. She wanted that cock in her hand, in her mouth, in her cunt!

He was repeating the phrase, louder now, as he came closer to coming. She listened more intently. She almost gasped when she finally heard it.

"Oh, Mom. Mom! Oh, Mom!" he rasped.

He was thinking of her! She almost collapsed right there. Mixed feelings surged up inside her. She felt the urge to plunge into the room and bury his throbbing cock in her cunt. Just as strong was the inhibition that this was her son. She was in turmoil.

He groaned long and low and his body froze. His head went back and his mouth gaped open, his eyes shut. His body shook and then the first thick stream of his cum spurted from his cock.

"UH! UH! UH! UH! Uuuhhh!" he groaned as he came.

Stream after stream of the white fluid geysered from his cock. He thrashed and bounced as his climax ran through him. Doris watched, fascinated with his climax. Forgotten was the taboo and gone was her turmoil. Doris watched and felt her pussy spasm again and again. She realized that she was about to come! She hadn't even touched her pussy! She was coming and it was totally brought on by watching Pete jerk off. She gritted her teeth to keep from making a sound.

Her climax raced through her trembling body, shaking her from head to toe. The pleasure absorbed her mind and controlled her body. Her eyes never left Pete's cock as he came. She saw the final spurt and then the boy collapsed backwards onto the bed. She almost collapsed, too.

Doris pulled the door shut quietly and staggered to the bathroom. She dropped her shorts and panties. The crotch of her panties was damp with her juices. The lips of her cunt rubbed wetly against each other. She tossed the halter aside and stepped into the shower.

That night Doris slept the soundest she had slept in several years. Her passion had been well satiated that day. The first time in that many years.