Mom at the Prom

Edward Morelli heard the phone ringing. It was annoying the 18 year old, both because it was the fourth ring and also because it was interrupting his drinking. He took another swig from his 5 liter bottle of Jack Daniels and leaned across the living room sofa to the irritating telephone and answered it without looking at the caller ID.

“Hell-loooo,” he slurred.

“Ed?”

“Yeahhhh. Who the fuck is this?”

“Your mother.”

The blatant reply, mixed with a tinge of parental authority, offset his alcohol-induced stupor. He sat up right and started clearing his throat.

“Mom! Hi, are you?”

The parental tone now contained concern.

“Ed, what’s wrong?”

The throat clearing went on while he blinked his eyes rapidly and desperately tried to shake the cobwebs from his head.

“Nnn, nnnnothing, Mom.”

The high school senior altered his voice to sound chipper.

“How are YOU?”

Jacquelyn Morelli wasn’t buying it.

“I’m fine. Ed, are you drinking?”

There was a pause.

“No, no. No! Mom! I’m not dddrrrrinking!” he declared and self-defended. “Why, why woulddddd you say that?!”

“Because I am your mother and I know you. You’re slurring your words and you sound shit-faced. Where’s my dearly divorced husband?”

“Dad?”

She responded with annoyance.

“No, the mailman.”

Ed laughed like a drunk.

“He’s out delivering packages,” he snorted.

“Yeah, like the time I walked into his office and he was delivering his ‘package’ to his tramp secretary. EDWARD DAVID WHERE IS YOUR FATHER?!”

Her extremely pissed-off tone and use of his middle name jolted his daze.

“Dad is in Tampa on business.”

“Another month away?”

“Two months.”

“Tampa…Florida. America’s wang. It’s perfect for him,” she sneered. “He thought with his dick—except with me, and is a dick.”

The son busted out laughing at the incredible but justified insults.

Hearing him chortle loosened Jacquelyn’s demeanor a bit. She smiled.

“Did Husband of the Century give you the money for your prom like he told me he would?”

Edward’s chuckling stopped when he heard the words “your prom.” He paused, feeling sullen.

“Yeah,” he replied.

Give your Dad a gold star for at least keeping his word to you, she silent mused to herself. She was about to inquiry about the tux and other items surrounding the annual dance when she heard, after his one-word answer, a pause and the faint sound of sniffling.

The 40 year-old knew immediately her son was on the verge of crying. Her natural motherly instinct kicked in.

“Eddy, baby, what’s wrong?” she semi-begged, with a softer, worried timbre.

The lad broke down sobbing. It was several moments before he could speak.

“Barbara dumped me, mom. She dumped me!” he hollered into the receiver. Ed began to weep again, then finished his statement.

“A week right before the prom!”

A figurative dagger pierced her heart. She felt instant sadness for her son. At the same time she wanted to find Barbara and tear her ‘a new one.’

“Oh, honey, I’m so sorry!”

“Right before the prom!” he repeated. “One FUCKING week before the prom!”

Normally Jacquelyn would admonish him for “language” but this wasn’t the time and she wasn’t in corrective mode.

“What happened? What did she say?” the mother gently pried.

Ed managed to speak after gathering himself together.

“Barbara called me a couple hours ago saying she wasn’t going to the prom with me. Just like that, clear out of the blue!”

He paused to wipe his nose with the bottom of his T-shirt which was on the sofa beside him.

His break got Jacquelyn on pins and needles.

“What did she give as a reason for this sudden change?”

“Max Wellington, the captain of the football team. He had just broken up with his girl and Barbara said she always had the hots for him. Now that he was available, especially for the prom, she told me she couldn’t let the opportunity slip away. She said she was sorry.”

Edward pulled back on the oncoming tears so that he could sarcastically roar.

“SHE SAID SHE WAS SORRY!”

Jackie heard him take another swig of his ‘liquid strength.’

“You believe that shit, Ma?! She said SHE WAS SORRY!”

Listening to him blubber made her want to cry. Jackie felt his pain, both as his mother and as knowing all too well the gut-wrenching, life-changing sting from your significant other’s sudden, betraying reversal.

“I’m sorry, Ed.” she softly consoled. “Honey, I am so, so sorry.”

The parent wanted to say more, do something. At the moment, she was stunned at hearing about this sudden heartache. All she was able to do was listen to her only c***d wail like a wounded a****l.

After a few somber moments, Jacquelyn got an idea, and made a decision.

“What are you drinking?”

Ed gave up the weak pretense.

“JD,” he replied.

“Save me some. I’m coming over.”

The high school senior was immediately a combination surprised, relieved, and reluctant.

“Mom, I appreciate that but I am ok. Really.”

“You REALLY sound drunk. You’re also REALLY down.”

“Mom, I’m not going to do anything stupid.”

Jackie knew this, but wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

“I know, sweetie. I just want to be with you, to take care of you. You know I know about betrayal.”

Her tone had been caring and very motherly, until she brought up to him what his father did to her. Then she started to cry.

Now it was his turn to feel bad for her. Ed considered his dad to be the equivalent of pond scum. Hearing her bawling changed his mind about her coming to the apartment.

“Mom, mom. Stop crying. Ok. Come on over.”

Though Jackie had genuinely sobbed at the remembrance of her husband’s serial infidelity, she added more to the waterworks so Edward couldn’t insist on her not coming over.

“Ok,” she commented, repressing a triumphant grin.

The lad sat back and sighed.

“Mom, thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too,” she retorted.

There was a pause, and then he spoke with a snicker.

“I’m sorry.”

Lost at the comment, Jackie inquired.

“What do you mean?”

“I finished all the Jack Daniels.”

“Really?”

She was slightly disappointed. Jackie truly did enjoy the famous whiskey.

Ed belched then hiccupped.

“Yep.”

“Fucking alchie,” she joshed.

He laughed.

“Thanks, Mom. I love you.”

“You’re welcome, and I love you, Ed.”

After the call disconnected, Jacquelyn sprung off her recliner and into action, steaming into her bedroom to pack.

Nobody does that to my son and gets away it!

Whimsically she then pondered.

I wonder what the prison term for aggravated assault is. I am aggravated—at Barbara, and I want to assault her.

Forty minutes later, two packed suitcases were in her Nissan Maxima as she headed down the interstate for the ninety minute drive to her ex-husband’s apartment.

*

It was 12:43 AM when the *****sant door buzzer finally woke Ed. After hanging up from his mother, he simply passed out on his sofa.

“Shit!” he cursed to himself.

As he grudgingly picked himself off the couch, the sound of his doorbell seemed to grow in loudness and persistence.

“Alright! Alright! I’m coming!”

The drunken young man almost stumbled as he took his first step in walking.

“Fuck!”

He was relived that his announcement that he was approaching the door ended the ringing. Padding his way to the front door, he squinted. Ed reached for the doorknob then realized it was generally necessary to undo the two locks first. He opened the door.

Standing outside was Jacquelyn, a suitcase on the ground next to her and a wheeled, carry-on bag in her opposite hand. She smiled heartily.

“Edwaaaaaard!”

The mother’s extended pronouncement of his name was due to another type of extension, one very unexpected and very pronounced.

Her son had answered the door, sleepy drunk, clad only in a pair of jockey underwear, and sporting a sizeable erection.

In a nanosecond Jacquelyn’s face went from happiness to shock as her eyes dropped like a bad stock from his eyes to his boner. Then her pupils widened as they looked at, then looked over, almost hypnotically, the penis she was never meant to see in an aroused state.

The phallus stretched forth like an obscene tree limb through the navy, Fruit-of-the-Loom material. The divorcee had no choice but to realize her son’s hard cock was impressively long. The protruding fabric also relayed to her that this hidden, forbidden, slab of young male beef was topped with a fat cockhead.

Edward, still within the remaining vapors of inebriation, just stood there. He knew the woman before him was his mom. It didn’t faze him, though, that he greeted his mother, clad in skimpy shorts, with a hard-on, or that she was peering at it in a most unmotherly fashion.

Jackie’s initial—and eagerly continuous—view of Ed’s tented loins was based on a provocative elixir. It was a blend of (1) not having seen a live cock, preferably as the current specimen was—hard and ready—in two years since her last date and almost five years since her divorce, and (2) the unrestrained yet realized knowledge of salaciously enjoying a taboo scenario.

They say a penis has a mind of its own. Ed’s was a shining example of this. It had uncurled, unfurled to its full length just a short time ago thanks to a very naughty dream its owner was having involving the Spice Girls.

Now, with his mother—his attractive, buxom, and divorced mother—gazing at it with unorthodox interest, Ed’s dick pulsated with shameless, daring excitement. The degree of carnal heat was raised when Jackie, willingly nonstop in her visual attraction to her son’s manhood, instinctively licked her lips. It appeared to her that the luscious member throbbed even more under her lusty gaze.

Then a stain hastily appeared on the expansive front of the underwear cloth.

She licked her lips again.

drunkenly oblivious to the very inappropriate way he answered the door, Ed greeted her.

“Hi, Mom.”

The second word halted her lusty reverie and hit her like a Mack track. She felt instant guilt about her actions.

“Hi, Eddie!” she stammered back.

She declined her initial intention to make a joke about his erection. Instead she just ignored it and walked by him in with her luggage. Jackie turned around to him. He was still standing there with a dumb and wasted grin, erection ever present and now in a bawdy silhouette.

“Son, I’m inside your place now. It’s almost 1 in the morning now. You might want to close the door and lock it.”

Ed followed the instructions. He shut the door and rebolted the locks. He turned to her, resuming the display of his imbecilic smirk.

“Mom!” he welcomed, moving toward her with open arms, a genuine want to just greet her, and his solidified edifice bouncing to and fro.

Jackie’s matching grin was half-hearted. She did want to embrace her son, but dreaded his manly projection touching her. Yet she didn’t want to embarrass him. She realized, as his arms went around her neck in an almost bear-like embrace, that there was no way to avoid the genital contact.

“Son!” she weakly, submissively welcomed.

When it happened, when his barely-covered, upturned dick landed against her jean-encased vagina, Jackie’s eyes flew open. As the tightness of his hug pushed his shaft further against her cunt, she seemed to short-circuit.

The dark-haired beauty grunted in feral appreciation. The hefty erection, albeit her son’s, felt good against her sexually-barren crotch. She hoped he didn’t hear the throaty exhale.

Worse yet, she almost immediately silently begged that he didn’t feel her lewd push-back against his thick, meaty schlong.

“Mom! It’s so good to see you!” he extolled, giving her a peck on the cheek.

Apparently he didn’t hear or pay attention to her grunt or her counter-thrust. Ed’s mind was too fogged in.

His stiffness, though, wasn’t.

Neither was Jacquelyn’s libido which, forbiddingly, was awakened at the initial penile contact. She instinctively rolled her hips again, pushing back against Ed’s hard-on. In turn, his stiff prick countered with an intentional shove.

“Ugghhh!” she gasped again.

Alarm bells were blaring loudly in the divorcee’s mind. Besides the actual, physical collision of his penis and her sex, there was the warm feeling that emanated from within her muff, and the beginnings of her nipples become hard.

She pushed him away, feeling just a bit disappointed as his solid manhood was separated from her pubic region.

He felt slighted.

“Mom, wha, wha, what’s wrong?”

She knew his hurtful sounding inquiry had nothing to do with his erection and her eager gash. He was too toasted to realize that or anything else sexual. She doubted Ed even realized he had a hard-on.

Jacquelyn played it off.

“Nothing, baby. Nothing at all else, except you were hugging me so tightly I felt crushed.”

As if scalded, the youngster jumped back even further. He really felt bad that his overzealous greeting physically hurt his mom.

“Shit! I’m sorry, Mom. I’m so sorry!” he apologized profusely, his eyes nervously darting around in evident self-condemnation.

Now Jackie felt bad. She moved toward him. He stepped back. Gently, she moved toward him again. A palm of hers went to the side of his worried face.

“Eddie, Eddie. It’s ok. I’m ok. I know you didn’t mean anything.”

He still seemed worried.

The astute woman, seeing this and realizing the root source of this whole evening, lightened the mood.

“You were just squeezing me so hard because you were happy to see me. That’s all. No harm, no foul.”

She comfortingly smiled at him.

He finally looked relieved.

“I AM glad you’re here.”

“Me too.”

They viewed each other.

Parental anguish returned to Jacquelyn. She gazed at him with the empathy, sympathy, and concern generations of mothers have experienced when their c***d is hurt.

“How long will you stay?” he mumbled softly.

“I’m on vacation for two weeks. I packed for one, because I was rushing. I can stay for the two.”

“I’d like that.”

“Anything for you, my Steady Eddie,” she cooed his Little League nickname.

A feeble smile broke out on his face.

With a gentle thumb swipe, Mom removed a tear streaming down his cheek.

She broke the ensuing quiet with her comical sarcasm.

“So, you get tanked and sleep on my bed?” she jested while pointing to his living room sofa.

Ed recoiled.

“No, no, no! Mom, you’re not sleeping on the couch. You sleep in my room, in my bed.”

The phrase Mom… you sleep in my room, in my bed struck her. Despite noticing that his erection had dwindled, the prior incident made the phrase illicitly sizzle in her overwrought brain.

“No, honey. It’s ok. The couch is fine with me.”

He refused, raising his voice just a bit.

“Mom, you’re sleeping in my bed!”

For Jacquelyn, the unintentional taboo double-entendre increased the mental sizzle from just a moment ago. She acquiesced.

“Alright. I’ll sleep in your bed.”

“Good,” he said, pointing toward the small hallway.

“My bedroom is across from the john.”

She grinned warmly.

“Thanks, son.”

Then, Ed’s appearance dramatically changed. He didn’t look so good.

“I hope you don’t have to use the bathroom right now,” he said, placing a hand on his stomach.

“No, baby. Why?”

“Cause I’m going to hurl.”

His other hand covered his mouth and he took off like a gun shot down the hallway, hoping the toilet seat was up.

*

After he finished *****ing, Ed initially refused his mother’s help to clean himself up.

“I can do it!” he insisted when she leant him a supporting arm after he rinsed out his mouth.

After that he tried to walk on his own back to the living room. It didn’t happen, as he began to wobble and stumble. Jackie offered him the same arm again; this time Edward accepted the assistance. Once she got him close to the sofa he fell onto it. He slumped onto his back, and eventually got into a comfortable position.

A small gasp escaped from the MILF.

Ed’s arms were up, elbows bent, on either side of his head. Each hand was resting on that side of his face. His legs spread open, the right one bent, with the bare foot being placed on the rug. It caused his crotch to become prominent, the underwear material seductively hugging and encasing his cock and balls, displaying to Jackie its breathtaking, wondrous girth.

For the sex-starved mom, the site of the baseball-like lump—and who it belonged to—made her palpate.

He looked like a Playgirl centerfold, except for the jockey shorts.

Grudgingly, Jacquelyn tore her eyes from Ed’s ‘package’ to visually intake and devour the rest of the nearly nude specimen of prone, virile, and fine-looking masculinity.

Edward’s face was a combination of youth and almost male-model looks. His shoulders and pecs were broad and well-defined. His abdomen was displaying signs of becoming a 6-pack. His legs, especially the brawny thighs, showed that while not a committed bodybuilder, Young Morelli enjoyed a good, frequent workout.

Descriptions adoring his male sexuality came to Jacquelyn’s mind.

Mr. May.

Hermes… Mercury.

Perseus. (Ohhh, he could have access to my Kraken anytime!)

Jackie’s breathing became worse. Also her nipples were swelling, bursting with excitement, yearning for attention.

Her eyes fluttered. Her hands rubbed the side of her alluring, curvaceous body. She was tempted to caresses her big, heavy breasts, lovingly tweak the hardening nubs, and then tend to the needy, inflated labia along with the hot cavern they guarded.

Somehow she was able to resist masturbating.

“Ugghhh!” she quietly moaned, wondering how the hell this incredible stud, with an apparent pussy-pleasing dick, could be discarded so callously.

Barbara needs psychiatric care. Really.

Her eyes now were laser-focused on Ed’s flaccid penis.

It looks like a sleeping, sexy slug, hiding in some cheap pair of drawers, accompanied by a gargantuan pair of testicles which showcased beef and contained thick, sticky man-cream.

A dripping smudge of Jackie’s pearly ambrosia smeared her inner thigh.

Her descriptions morphed into possessives.

My Mr. May.

My Hermes…My Mercury.

My Perseus.

My sleeping, sexy slug.

“Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh!,” she asthmatically puffered.

Within her own erotically self-induced, Kay Parker-like haze, a small, dissenting voice soon clamored.

That’s your son!

It was immediately countered by her simmering lust.

That’s right, that’s my son…my almost naked, studly son!

Jackie lasciviously moistened her lips; her eyes glued to Ed’s beefcake form.

The dissenter was soon aided by immense waves of guilt. It halted her wanton thoughts. Then the whole illicit scene was completely offset by the center of attraction himself.

Edward began snoring.

Jacquelyn chuckled. She felt both defeated and relieved. Her taboo titillation was repulsed by an influx of massive regret, and the sound of Edward loudly sleeping off his drunkenness.

She headed for his bedroom and crashed on top of his bed.

*

Eddie wasn’t steady when he awoke. In fact, he felt like Dracula in sunny California. When his eyes seemed like they could finally remain open, he glanced at the clock on the cable box above the TV. 10:47.

“Oooohhhh,” he moaned groggily in the late morning, with a pounding headache.

He sat on the edge of the sofa, desperately trying to remember anything about last night. He vaguely recalled answering the door when his mother arrived, then throwing up in the bathroom. ‘Worshiping at the porcelain altar’ he unfortunately remembers in all its horrendous glory. Standing up and stretching, he walked to the kitchen. Ed stopped in the archway.

Jacquelyn was bent over the kitchen sink cleaning pots and pans. She did not hear him behind her.

She was wearing Barbara’s New York Giants jersey. It was Phil Simms’ #11.

Seeing an overlooked piece of clothing his now ex-girlfriend forgot to take brought back the hurt.

What the fuck is that blue rag still doing here? How the fuck could Mom be wearing THAT shirt?!

Of course Ed knew that his mother didn’t know who the jersey’s former owner was. Still he was about to voice is self-centered displeasure when, on the angle he was standing at, he caught sight of her movement in the jersey. Lost for words, he had to blink at what he just witnessed. He shook his head and blinked again, and simply leered.

Jackie’s large, ripe breasts swung freely within the loose jersey confines as she scrubbed. Their slightly pendulous circling and shaking made for some provocative shadows along the fabric, and revealed to Ed that his mother wasn’t wearing a bra.

Humming sweetly to herself and still unaware of her audience, Ms. Morelli shifted the stance of her bare, supple legs which caused the hem of the Giants shirt to rise up her equally curvaceous lower body and stretch across her very ample butt.

The visually-captivated son moved his eyes from his mom’s rack to her ass. He blinked again.

The jersey was scandalously tight over the two luscious, fleshy, flexing cheeks. It was evident she was wearing underwear, judging from the panty lines, though Ed could tell they were skimpy. The shirt edge was precariously covering Jacquelyn’s bottom. Another inch upward and Ed would see the lower contours of her buttocks.

Out of the corner of his eye, the leering c***d caught sight of her flaying ponytail. Ed LOVED a woman in a ponytail. It turned him on immensely. Considering the way he was presently viewing his mom, it just seemed salaciously natural for this to complete his unsavory image of Jackie.

Added to all this was the undeniable fact that Jacquelyn was a replica of a young Lynda Carter

It was the initial stirrings of his penis which startled him from his taboo trance.

Dude! That’s your mother! was the hard-hitting, self-condemning realization which struck his thinking.

Edward felt monumental remorse. He was looking at his unsuspecting mother in such an illicitly lewd manner. Then the remorse became filth again, viewing her as his goddess-like MILF, clad in a football jersey, and wispy panties, sporting a ponytail.

While his tormented mind was going back and forth, Jackie got the feeling she was being watched. She looked over her shoulder to see Ed.

“Heyyyyy, sleepy-head!” she merrily chirped.

When Jackie turned completely around to face her only c***d, he got an incredible eyeful. Her beautiful face and eyes were bright with happiness, while her smile was beaming. Then it lecherously got better. Her voluminous, unhindered tits swung around under the jersey, displaying just a hint of nipple erection.

The shirt’s front hem revealed that its covering was just as paltry as that of the rear. Her luscious thighs were slightly parted, causing Eddie to wish he was that space of floor below them. Her legs were long and went on forever, while her bare feet where comely accented by her red toenail polish.

“Good morning,” he chortled.

“And good morning to you! How do you feel?”

He cleared his throat.

“Like I got Dumbo sitting on my head.”

“Watch out for the elephant shit,” she razzed.

The son rolled his eyes.

“I don’t suppose you’re hungry,” she said.

“You suppose correctly,”

Jackie cast a glance at the kitchenware she was cleaning in the sink.

“By the way, when was the last time you or your father cleaned these pots and pans—Groundhog Day?”

“Ha, ha, very funny,” he snorted. “I’m going to take a shower.”

Leaning into him, she pretended to smell something bad and made overdramatic snorts near her him.

“The sooner, the better!” she broke his chops.

He waved his hand dismissively and turned around for the bathroom.

“Oh,” she started, “you don’t have to worry about the prom. You’re still going, and you’re not going alone.”

Upon hearing this unfathomable declaration, Ed stopped in his tracks and spun around to gawk at her.

“What?!”

“I’ll tell you when you finish cleaning up.”

“But, but,” he stuttered, dying to know what was going on. He stopped his prodding when he saw a dead-serious look in his mother’s eyes, which were in the direction of the bathroom, aided by her pointing finger.

“After your shower,” she stated in a measured and heavily authoritative tone.

Ed slinked off to the bathroom.

*

When he returned to the kitchen, at his table place was a steaming cup of black coffee. Ed felt better after the shower. His improvement continued with the first toss-back of Folgers.

“Ahhhh! Thanks,” he raved.

She was sitting across from him, smirking.

“You’re welcome.”

The son took another belt of java then looked at her. He no longer cared that she was still in the Giants shirt.

“So,” he began, “what’s this I’m-still-going-to-the-prom-and-I’m-not-going-alone which you alluded to?”

“You’re still going to the prom…with me as your date.”

Ed was brining the coffee cup up to his mouth, moving his head back when he heard her statement. He reversed himself, sent the cup back onto the table and his head forward.

“What?”

He looked at her in total disbelief.

“Are you k**ding me?”

“What do you mean?” she inquired, faintly defensive and slighted.

“You’re my mom.”

“You always had a knack for the obvious.”

“I can’t take you.”

“Why—because I’m your mom?”

“Yeah!” he answered, wanting to have started his response with ‘Duh!’

“So? No one here or at your school knows me.”

Eddie shook his head, not believing what he was hearing.

Jacquelyn had a low tolerance for nonsense. She leaned forward, folded her arms on the table, and gave him a very serious glare.

“Look, Edward, do you want to go to the prom?”

Exasperatedly he said “yes.”

“Ok, so you want to go to the prom still. Good. Now, wouldn’t be nice to do that while simultaneously getting payback from Barbara?”

His head jerked back at the unexpected but welcomed notion.

Mentally he chimed in with the plan.

“Mom! You’re a genius!”

Sitting back, she coolly concurred.

“A beautiful genius.”

He chuckled and agreed.

“Yes, yes. A beautiful genius.”

She glanced toward the kitchen phone. The number 7 was flashing on the message monitor.

“Word got out fast about the breakup. People have been calling all morning, leaving messages. They feel bad about it. You should let them know you’re hurt but ok.”

“I will.”

“Ed, listen to me,” she directed.

He did so, attentively.

“If they ask you whether or not you’re going to the prom, just say you’re not sure.”

Ed nodded in agreement.

“My thought process is for you to leave everyone in the dark. All your friends and classmates know you’ve been wounded. You have…been wounded. But you and I are going to take that wound and turn it into a win!”

Eddie loved this type of encouragement. He heard it from his sophomore hockey coach, especially when as goalie he gave up the winning goal.

“I love it, Mom.”

She nodded and sat back in chair.

“It would be easier if I just tore Barbara a new a-hole, physically speaking,” she stated, all-too-brutally honest.

“That would probably be i*****l.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Jackie comically yielded.

She looked intently at him.

“I would do it, you know,” she stated without hesitation or second thought.

“I know, Mom,” he commented with sincere gratitude. “But afterward I would have to spend time and money posting bail for you, then get you a lawyer.”

Jackie shrugged her shoulders.

“Thanks, though,” he said.

She grinned.

I’ll wait a while, to let him marinate in the idea of me being his prom date. Then I have to tell him what has to be done next. I’ll do that after dinner tonight.

*

“We need to practice what?!” he questioned loudly and with even more disbelief than in the morning.”

The two had just finished cleaning up after supper and were having coffee in the living room when she informed him of the next step.

“We need to kiss like lovers in front of everyone. So we should practice,” she repeated matter-of-factly.

“Why?!”

“It will ensure creditability that I am a ‘genuine’ date and not a hooker you’re passing off as your date.”

Once again, his mother’s words and logic were on point, given the situation. It just still was a tough pill to swallow for Ed who was looking at the ceiling, shaking his head.

“Hey, you think it’s a cakewalk for me?” she semi-jokingly zinged him.

The lad’s bewilderment was dented by feeling just a bit offended.

“Why am I ugly?” he asked in a huff.

“I was going to ask you the same question,” was her coquettish comeback.

Slapping his forehead, Ed closed his eyes then opened them and looked at Jackie.

“Noooo!”

She sighed, feigning relief.

“Alright,” he relented. “When do you want to practice—now I guess?”

“Yeah, now would be good, especially since we’re both just sitting here chilling out.”

Still not believing what was about to transpire, he sat closer to her on the sofa. She had to restrain herself from chuckling at his befuddlement, while self-admitting she herself was tense about this practice session.

**************’s faces moved closer to each other. Apprehensively, they looked at each other. Despite their hesitancy, they were both on auto-pilot for the set-up of a kiss. It was just the familial aspect which made it a rocky set-up. Their mouths were near each other, hovering, like two boxers seizing each other up and neither making the first move.

She could tell he was more nervous then her. That and realizing this was her plan she leaned in, pressing her lips to his. Her eyes closed, while his became wide like Frisbees.

Both of their minds instantly were overloaded with the gravity of what was happening.

Then, as the wet touch of her mouth against his became an odd familiarity, his eyes lowered closed. A matching energy level rose from him; he kissed back.

The smooch was a mere few seconds and rather tame, though definitely not your usual chaste parent-c***d peck. As they broke away, there was a loud smack. They were both surprised at the unexpected pleasantness of the unorthodox kiss.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” she asked, sounding just a tad out of breath.

“No,” he dreamily agreed.

The two looked at each other in a way neither would have imagined a few days earlier.

“I, I think that’s enough practice for the first night,” he managed to croak.

“Yeah, I agree.”

They were both lost for words. Their mutual gaze continued, each one silently asking questions yet agreeing with the mild likability of the event.

“I’m going to take a shower and turn in early,” Ed announced.

“Ok. I’ll wash the cups, then probably do the same thing.”

He got up off the couch and turned to head for the hallway for the bathroom. He looked back at Jackie, who hadn’t taken her eyes off him.

“You’re not a bad kisser, Mom.”

A soft, appreciative smile appeared on her face.

“You’re pretty decent yourself.”

He returned the smile.

“Good night.”

“Good night, Eddie.”

*

The following morning, any anticipated or expected jitteriness between ************** surprisingly never materialized. Once again she was up before Ed, had her breakfast, then prepared scrambled eggs, bacon, toast with butter, and coffee for him.

It wasn’t too long after that he stumbled into the kitchen.

“’ morning, Mom.”

“Good morning!”

They exchanged a standard mother-son morning kiss on opposing facial cheeks.

“Wow!” he exclaimed at the sight of the sumptuous meal readied for him. “Thanks!”

She beamed enthusiastically.

“You’re welcome, Eddie.”

Jackie savored her second cup of Folgers while he consumed his breakfast as if he was just rescued from a desert island.

“Take human bites.”

“I’ll take that under advisement,” he replied with a mouthful of food, some of it falling back on the plate as he spoke.

She chuckled and shook her head.

He lowered his eyes and shoveled another pallet-like amount of breakfast into his moving jaws.

The two had always teetered between parent and c***d, and buddies. They could talk virtually about anything. Or, break each other’s chops.

“Even though he’s not even finished with his first term, reports say President Clinton will run again in 1996,” she announced.

Jackie knew her boy didn’t like politics. She wasn’t a fan either. She just wanted to needle him.

“BOORING!” he managed to exclaim before washing down his meal with more coffee.

The mom chuckled, then went on.

“Hey, are you ok about last night?”

“Yeah,” was his straightforward reply.

She felt relieved, but wanted reassurance.

“You sure?”

Ed sincerely had no regrets or ill-feelings about their extraordinary kiss last night. He put down his knife and fork, and reached over to Jacquelyn’s hand. He pulled it toward his mouth, kissed the knuckles and then soulfully looked at her.

“Yes.” He paused. “Are YOU ok?”

After the chivalrous kiss and his genuine stare, she raspily answered.

“Yeah.”

Eddie smiled.

“Good!”

They gazed at each other, smiling warmly.

“Well since I cooked you a magnificent breakfast and offered to go to jail for you, I think a proper response would be for you to clean the table and wash everything.”

As if gravely upset, Ed exhaled, then smiled.

“Sounds fair,” he agreed.

After he finished washing the plates and cups, Edward walked into the living room. He chuckled at seeing his mother scanning the room, appearing as if she didn’t know what next to do.

“Ok, I dusted this room. I will do the others in just a bit,” she said. “Where do you keep your vacuum?”

“What’s a vacuum?”

She jokingly leered at him with an evil eye.

“It’s in the closet by my, er, your room.”

Jackie looked at him disbelievingly.

“I didn’t see anything when I looked in there.”

“Did you look under all the boxes?” he asked.

“Oh. You mean that cluttered part of the corner which could use the Red Cross and disaster relief funding? No. I didn’t check. I feared for my life.”

She grinned sarcastically.

He laughed, taking the dig in stride.

“Well, you’re going to fear for your life now!”

Ed comically rushed toward Jackie.

“Keep away!” she howled in mock worry.

“Ha-ha,” he snickered, taking her into his arms.

Jacquelyn pretended to want to break away from Ed’s clutches. She squirmed, in make believe horror of being held captive. In reality she relished it. She loved the emotional and sentimental aspects of being held within a man’s caring and loving arms. The current fact that it was her grown son’s arms she was in didn’t matter.

“So, you don’t want me to continue cleaning up this disaster zone you call your home?” she guffawed.

“You have all the time in the world to clean this place.”

“Actually, I have one--two weeks,” she replied with realism.

“Whatever.”

They looked at each other, grinning.

“Hey! Why don’t we take a drive upstate?” Ed suggested. “It’s gorgeous today. Then stop off for lunch.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Several minutes later Jackie and Eddie were in his deep purple Dodge Viper, heading upstate to northern New York.

The two drove up to Bear Mountain, savoring and enjoying the splendid weather, with the windows down and radio cranked to the local rock station. They stopped on the return trip to Orisni’s of Italy, a southern Italian restaurant, and enjoyed the cuisine immensely.

*

Jacquelyn and Edward were virtually inseparable. They barely left the apartment. She hadn’t seen him since the prior Christmas Eve. The two had started getting caught up with their individual lives and goals, along with her work as an office manager and his post-graduation plans.

Their daytime was spent primarily watching TV, more upstate drives, and the two enjoying the strange new world called The Internet on his Gateway desktop computer.

Alternate evenings he cooked for. She doted on him *****santly. They watched videos and shows at night, usually curled up together. She would playfully nestle her head against his chest while he gingerly ran his fingers through her lush hair. When it was time for sleep, they kissed “good night”—fully on the lips.

By the fifth night Jackie and Ed, after going to bed, really pondered about what was happening between them. They were individually left alone with their thoughts and impressions. They both realized that their relationship had changed in a direction most would consider odd. Neither cared that the way they smooched or acted together would be thought as highly unusual.

Jacqueline deemed she was caring for her jilted son. His hurt and vulnerability allowed her to enjoy the things she loved doing in a relationship: being supportive, caring, and encouraging. She displayed these traits often during her marriage. With that gone, the opportunity to “be there” for Eddie during his breakup made her happy.

She especially relished their nocturnal TV time, watching a show or movie, snuggled over popcorn and soda. It was a returning delight for her to be in the safe, cozy arms of an attentive man.

She would be extremely hard-pressed to admit it but she secretly had loved the naughtiness of viewing her handsome son almost bare, seeing his erect penis, and the breadth of his crotch that first night. She reasoned to herself that it was an illicit thrill and defended it by not haven’t been fucked in two years. She furthered concluded that she had the ability to stifle her own excitement by chastising herself that this was her son.

Edward loved the healing balm his mother was giving him. Since his folks’ divorce and his father’s constant traveling, many times for months, he was glad and grateful to have his mom back in his life with her care and exclusive attention to him, especially now during this sorrowful time.

He felt so lucky to have her make meals, bring him a coffee or soda, and essentially have him as the center of her world. He too loved their cuddling on the couch.

Ed was different in his self-criticism of his changing view of his mom. It didn’t bother him as much. This was set off by several events. First was the morning when he saw her in the Giants jersey, bent over the sink, and her MILF body’s alluring curves moving and grooving. There was their first unique kiss. Then, two nights later he experienced his first wet dream since he was ten. His bawdy brain used the morning after Jacquelyn arrived at the apartment as a setting and turned it into a scene which would have made Honey Wilder proud.

I awoke and made my way to the kitchen entrance.

Mom was bent over the kitchen sink cleaning pots and pans. She did not hear or see me.

She was wearing Barbara’s old Giants jersey.

She also seemed not to be wearing anything under the jersey.

This I unchastely deduced from the free-swaying movements of her humongous tits as she scrubbed, along with the absence of panty lines that would have been present on the shirt’s bottom portion which was scandalously taut over her heart-shaped ass.

I was lost for words, having to blink at what I was watching. I shook my head and blinked again, then simply leered.

Her hair was also in a ponytail which I found EXTREMELY sexy.

Added to all this was the undeniable fact that Mom was a dead ringer for TV’s Wonder Woman.

All the while I privately, lustily enjoyed seeing my mother as a hot goddess, my prick awoke and steadily became erect. Not once during my viewing or hardening did I feel any guilt. I felt no shame or disgrace.

I felt only lust—unquenchable, massive, burning lust for my mom. The i****tuous aspect only propelled, only fueled, my carnality to unimaginable heights. It also made my fully extended manhood throb. My cock ached, quivered for my mother…my divorced, bombshell mother.

I didn’t care about society or anything else. She was hurt by Dad, just like Barbara hurt me. Mom came to comfort me. I want to comfort her. I want to comfort her, in a special way. It’s a way which would be a perfect remedy for her masturbating in the shower last night.

I heard her when I was going to provide her with the fresh towels she deserved but I forgot to supply when she arrived. As I stood at the closed bathroom door with the clean linen, her moans were punctuated over the descending shower water.

“Ohhhhh!”

“Ahhhh, so goooood!”

I was riveted but not by some odd and filthy attraction. I was kept in place by pity and hatred. I felt bad that Mom had to resort to self-pleasure because Dad serially cheated on her and they divorced because of it. I hated my father for his infidelity.

“Ugh! Ugh! I’m cum—“

Time for me to split.

Remorsefully and out of respect for her, I bolted from the doorway as quickly and quietly as possible.

But now, this very moment, seeing my mother Jacqueline in such a sexy and inviting position, emboldened me. I felt such a profound oedipal rush. Consensually fucking my ‘physically’ neglected, hottie parent would be not only a cure-all for her. It would be a benefit for me as well. My ex girlfriend had been blue-balling me for a month.
I silently glided toward her.

“Good morning,” I softly greeted, leaning into her.

“Good morning, Eddie,” she managed to reply as my thick, hard, pulsating cock was nestled along her ass-groove while I inclined to give her an innocent peck on her left facial cheek.

I could feel her entire body tense up, recognizing the heavy feel of my underwear-covered erection against her bottom.

“Is, is that a roll of quarters or are you just happy to see me?” she desperately, worriedly quipped.

“I’m happy to see you.”

I paused, then made a seductive admission.

“I was also just thinking about last night. I heard you in the shower.”

Her physical tension continued. As did her apprehension.

“What, what were you doing outside the bathroom while I showered?!” Her tonality was a mix of fear and parental authority.

“I was going to give you fresh towels.”

She was quiet, then hung her head.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry you heard me, Ed.”

She paused.

“I’m so embarrassed.”

“Don’t be neither sorry nor embarrassed.”

I kissed the back of her head. Then I began to see-saw my steely member along her ass-crack.

I could hear a very low guttural, a****listic growl from her. Then it was the beginnings of a feeble protest.

“Ugh, Ed, you sho—“

My excitement got the better of me. I bent my knees so the bulbous top of my rod was now sensually under the curvature of Wonder Woman’s delectable ass.

“Ohhhhh!” she gasped, much more audibly.

I rubbed myself against her.

“Dad was an utter fool!” I hissed, readjusting my stance so that only my Fruit of the Looms stood between my penile flesh and the opening to my mother’s vagina.

“Yeah?” she asked, sounding dazed and a bit eager.

“Yeah!” I quickly, carnally, urgently agreed. “You are smoking hot, Mom!”

Jacquelyn glanced over shoulder at me. Her eyes appeared somewhat glassy.

“Even, so Eddie, I’m not so sure you should be doing this.”

Judging from the sound of her voice and no outright physical rejection, I’d say Mom’s genuine distaste for my dry-humping her couldn’t fill a thimble.

“Why is that?” I asked, playing along.

“I’m your mother,” she stated in a very husky tone. “You shouldn’t be doing what you’re …ohhh…doing…”

There was brief silence as she slowly twirled her head around while releasing a short groan before continuing.

“…rubbing yourself against me like this…it’s so wrong… especially when you’re excited…ugh!.”

She looked at me in way which can only be described as flirtatious.

“I’m your mother, Eddie, and you shouldn’t…ahhhh…It’s, it’s…oh!...it’s wrong!”

Another soft moan escaped her lips.

“Soooo wrong!”

“You’re right,” I agreed. “This is wrong!.”

I dislodged myself from her and in an instant, stripped off my underwear, kicking it to the side so she could see it. I grinned to myself when I saw her cast a fast glance at the discarded jockey shorts.

Once again I bent my knees and slipped my hard, excited cock upward so that the mushroom-shaped top rubbed against her pussy lips…her exceptionally moist, and bloated pussy lips.

Mom grunted like a gorilla in the jungle when my helmet nudged against the opening of her simmering cunt.

“This is so much better!” I declared, taking hold of her flaring hips, preparing to enter her.

Damn, how I wanted to just drive in and start banging my good-looking parent. My need to seduce won out.

“Mom! I’m surprised at you! You’re not wearing any panties!” I exclaimed in fake horror.

“Argh!” she groaned, placing both of her palms firmly on the kitchen counter before offering a mild, contrarian shriek.

“Ed—Ed, control yourself, please!”

It didn’t help her case that she had just spread her legs and she was on her tippy-toes.

“Mom, how can you expect me to control myself? You were playing with yourself last night in my shower. You’re wearing nothing now but an old football jersey bent over the sink like some sexy cat. You’re a MILF, a walking wet dream, and my drop-dead gorgeous mother. All this and just the thought… of fucking you…”

I slowly pushed my dick forward, the cap and two inches easily passing in between the pliable folds, entering her tight, warm, buttery slit.

“Ugggh!” she grunted, this time louder.

“…the forbiddeness…”

Another inch eased in.

“Ohhhh!” Mom groaned loudly.

“…the immense pleasure waiting for both of us…”

The upper 2/3 of my lengthy shaft was quickly welcomed by the rippling of her inner sex.

My breathing was very labored.

“…it’s all too much for me to control.”

“Aaahhh! Ed, son!”

I was almost entirely inside her.

“Don’t, don’t,” she huskily stammered, “don’t stop!”

I found the last two words a cross between a plea and a command.

When my swaying balls clanged against her pouch, I wailed.

“Oh fuck!”

I knew my erection was completely within my mother’s slick, sizzling pussy. I tossed my head back, eyes closed.

“Oh fuck!” I repeated.

My penis couldn’t get over the ferally sensual, captivating world it was now in. The creamy heat, the exquisite tautness, the rainy wetness, the caressing grip of the most forbidden cunt on the planet—it all was an incomprehensible marvel!

She came down from her tiptoes. Her curvy, delicious ass pushed back and we took off. I proceeded to fuck my beautiful, nearly naked mother!

“Ohhh, Eddie! Don’t, d-don’t stop!” she panted as I steadily built up my thrusting. “Don’t stop!”

The initial pounding waves were not hard-hitting but methodical surgical strikes. I was revolving my hips at an unvarying pace, sliding my hard, horny prick into the broiling depths of my mom’s sweet, vise-like slit.

“Shit, ma! You’re so fucking tight! I love it!”

Her vagina greedily clutched and caressed my lunging shaft. Her sodden nook and elastic vaginal muscles covetously slurped my dick as it moved forward and backward. Each onward and rearward action was greeted with an increasing shower of maternal nectar.

“Ugh! Oh!” she moaned. “Fuck me, baby! I need it so bad! Fuck your mommy!”

I slipped my horny hands under the football shirt and cupped her bare, jiggling tits. I squeezed the bountiful pair, feeling, enjoying their heavy, hanging lusciousness.

“Argh!” she bellowed.

She whimpered when I tweaked the fat, berry-like nipples.

Eventually I redirected my hands to her hips. Then I increased the pounding, delivering fast and deep jabs into this forbidden babe’s syrupy channel.

“Oh! Oh! Ahhh! Yes! Yes! Fuck me like that, son! Harder! Fuck your momma! Fuck meeeee harder!

The dirty-talk had me turn on the jets, becoming a whirlwind, pummeling wildly and hedonistically. We were both sweating and, with her juices coating my cock’s hyper-speed motions, wet and slapping sounds echoed in the kitchen.

My mother looked over her shoulder again.. Her eyes were almost closed and her full lips were in a lewd “O” shape. The eyelids fluttered open.

“Kiss me,” she begged (ordered?).

I leaned in and pressed my lips against hers. We hungrily, sinfully kissed, allowing our tongues to meet for the first time.

“You fuck mommy so good!” she panted. “So, so FUCKING GOOD!”

That illicitly amorous compliment sent me into overdrive. I was banging Mom now as if I wanted to push her through the kitchen wall. I perpetually, vigorously shoved my concrete, throbbing cock into her weeping gash.

About a minute later, she hollered, “I’m cumming!”

My cougar peak, her luscious, sweaty body convulsing like a lunatic, while her pussy mightily squeezed and gushed all over my erection.

“Ohhhh! Eddie! Yes! Yes! Yesssss!”

Shortly after that I made my complimenting announcement.

“Mom, I’m going cum!”

In the final throes of her glorious crescendo, she looked at me with eyes wide open.

“Cum inside me!”

I gazed at her with a lecherous, knowing, look.

“Cum inside mommy! Give all your scum to mommy!”

As if I was going to argue with such an illicitly erogenous demand, she shoved her fleshy, ass globes back at my phallus. Then I ejaculated.

When my first load was howitzered forward, I thought for a second I was going to black out. I never had a lay this phenomenally intense and torrid.

“Aaarrgghhhhhh!” I groaned, holding onto her ample hips.

My fit body violently lurched as I unloaded cord after cord of thick, hot, white semen into Mom’s wanting, ever-blazing pussy.

When I—we—were done, I was lying on top of her back, both of us resting and getting our breathing to a normal rate. Soon I got up off her, my perspired front getting divorced from her drenched back and rear. I could hear the little “plop” as my now-deflated dick was evicted from its sloshy home.

I stepped back. She turned around. We dreamily looked at each other. She put her arms around my neck; I placed my hands at her sides.

“Eddie, that was the best fuck I ever had.”

I smiled good-naturedly. She thought I didn’t believe her.

“I’m not blowing smoke up your ass.”

I remained grinning.

She smacked my left buttock.

“I’ll really blow smoke up your ass if you want!”

I laughed.

“No, no, thanks. I believe you, Mom. Thank you.”

We languidly, romantically kissed, our tongues getting sensually reacquainted.

“I love you, Eddie.”

“I love you, Mom.”

Then she made a face, stepping away. I was puzzled. She swiped a hand between her thighs and returned with a copious amount of my jizz which I could see was dripping down to the back of her inner thigh.

She flashed a devilish smirk, then sauntered to the sink. I watched as Mom put her creamy fingers into the half-full cup, swirling them around, then drink the coffee.

“One less thing to buy at the store,” she gingerly quipped.

*

The evening before the prom, Jacquelyn combined all of her business savvy, motherly instincts and Italian flair for settling scores, and worked over the specifics for the dance. She and Ed were at the table talking.

“What’s my name?” she asked, sounding like a battlefield general prepping the troops for a major campaign.

“Lynda.”

She giggled.

“Do I look that much like her?”

“Yes,” he responded instantly and emphatically, “but you’re wayyyyy better looking!”

Jacquelyn’s head jumped back from the quick and resolute answer.

“Thank you,” she demurely said.

************** looked at each other in a way, which for them, had become normal. He broke the quiet.

“Everything you’ve done for me—coming out here late at night, comforting me, standing in as my prom date, cleaning up the place, preparing meals, sharing your vacation with me, everything. YOU’RE my Wonder Woman, Mom!”

The out-of-left-field compliment hit Jackie like a home-run swing. It especially affected her emotionally desolate heart. Her lips began to quiver as she fought back the tears.

“Oh, Eddie! Thank you.”

The young man smiled warmly.

“You’re welcome. But I should be thanking you.”

One tear managed to escape her defenses. It slid down her cheek.

“I love you, son.”

“I love you, mom.”

Their faces leaned forward to each other. They kissed, fully on the lips. It was an emotional lip-lock. Then their foreheads met, both sighing.

“Um, where were we?” she inquired, sounding absentminded.

“Lynda,” he repeated, himself sounded a bit winded.

“Where do you know me from?”

“When my folks lived in Queens.”

*

In the late afternoon the next day, Jacquelyn and Ed started their preparation. They both agreed to let him go first in the bathroom to shower and shave. She waited in the living room. When she heard the door open she turned to look down the hallway and caught a flash of her son’s naked ass whizz by into the bedroom and the door locked.

Despite the distance and the dimly lit corridor, a cheeky thought came to mind.

Nice buns.

Fifteen minutes later the bedroom door clicked open. He stood in the living room archway.

“Well, mom, how do I look?”

The brunette glanced up from the TV. She did a double take, soon after which she emitted a low-sounding gasp. She voiced her immediate thought.

“Ed, you look magnificently handsome!”

Jacquelyn’s son, his recently cropped, dark brown hair looking full and styled, was in a classic black tuxedo. It was single-breasted with sateen lapels, double-pleated pants with a sateen strip. His black bowtie looked great against the white shirt, which had gold cuff links. A red pocket square and black shoes so shiny they looked like mirrors completed the picture.

“Thanks, Mom.”

Jacquelyn stood up and moved in front of him. A foot shorter than him, she was beaming, taking in how fine her son looked all dressed up. She placed a palm on his chest.

“Without a doubt, I am going to have the best-looking man on my arm tonight!”

“Thank you,” he confidently replied.

They kissed.

“Now it’s my turn,” she said and headed to the bathroom.

*

After a quick shower and taking a while to get dressed, Jackie announced herself.

“Close your eyes!”

Edward, sitting in the living room, did as advised. He heard heels clicking in the hallway.

“Ok, you can open them!”

When he did, the lad was amazed.

His mother stood before him in a royal blue lace dress. It was floor-length, mermaid, sleeveless, backless, with a jewel neckline and a provocative split in the front which went way above the knees. The gown did a dazzling job in showcasing her hour-glass figure. Sporting her raven mane in a French twist, little hairs falling from the sides, and 5 inch blue suede pumps, Jacquelyn was a fusion of female beauty: elegance and sexiness.

“Mom,” he began, jumping off the recliner, “you look utterly breath-taking!”

Standing in front of her, his eyes immediately were drawn to the split which showcased her long, naked leg. His eyes flickered to her face, then dropped down to her cleavage. The dress neckline pushed her braless breasts together, making them even larger, with the deep valley between giving the Grand Canyon competition.

The stunner watched as her only c***d appreciated her as a woman. He didn’t seem to be secretive about gazing at her visually-enticing leg and chest. Again, the thrill of the forbidden was savored by Jackie.

At that moment a car horn sounded. It was their limousine.

The couple headed for the door and stepped outside. After he locked up the apartment, Edward lovingly took Jacquelyn’s hand and they glided to the baby powder white Excalibur limo.

The chauffeur smiled, greeted them “Good evening,” and politely opened the door for them.

When the stretch pulled away from the curb Edward pushed the button for the window partition. Now that he and his date had privacy, they gazed at each other.

They kissed. No tongue, but a lot of emotions, especially apprehension.

*

“Holy shit, Ed! Dude! You made it!” happily exclaimed one of Young Morelli’s classmates.

Edward sauntered in, exuding immense confidence, with his mermaid-dressed mother, his arm tightly around her waist.

As word rapidly got out that he did in fact show up for the prom—with a beautiful, mature date, no less—Ed received similar greetings and accolades from close friends and school contemporaries.

The comments were vast.

“Glad you came!”, “Who is this beautiful lady?”, and—privately: “Man! Barbara drops you and you walk in with this older fox? Fucking A! Good for you, Ed!”

Jacquelyn had to suppress a chuckle when she heard one of them say, “Eddie, you’re my hero!” and another state “Talk about upgrading! You went from a Ford to a Ferrari! Fucking awesome, b*o!”

She felt an incredible rush. Seeing how her son’s coequals were happy for his overcoming the last-minute, heart-wrenching breakup by coming to the prom after all. She also felt a little heady from all the male compliments and glances.

Barbara, from afar, had witnessed her ex’s entrance—with a date. She was stunned. She didn’t expect him to show. Barbara knew the breakup was entirely self-centered. She couldn’t get over how quickly Ed was able to rebound with just not a substitute but with a woman, and not another girl.

She looked at Max. He knew about what she did and had also viewed Morelli’s triumphant entrance. He simply shrugged at Barbara.

As classmates, friends, and their dates peppered them with questions and compliments, Ed and Jackie scanned the gymnasium for his former girlfriend. Almost at the same time they spotted her. He flashed her a knowing smile which really meant “Fuck you!,” while his mother pointed at the little heartbreaker and gave her the middle finger.

This got an approving roar from the crowd.

Barbara’s eyes went wide and her mouth dropped. Then her head slumped because deep down she knew the woman was right for doing that.

Everyone else’s attention returned to the newly-arrived couple.

“So, how do you two know each other?” one schoolmate inquired.

She took this one.

“I am friend of the family from when they lived in Queens”

“I guess Ed, you contacted Lynda after…” Tony, one of Ed’s closest friends, began wondering.

“Yeah,” he answered, sipping on some punch. “I’ve know this lovely lady pretty much all my life. She had mixed emotions when I called—she felt bad about the breakup…and happy that I was 18 and legal so we could date now!”

This got a howl of laughter from the crowd around them along with several approving applause.

Jacquelyn blushed.

Ed looked at her and with a smile, gently pulled her into him. They kissed, in front of the adoring throng who released a chorus of “Ohhhhhh!”

The lip-lock was a bit stronger than their usual kiss. The two were on an endorphin high. The culmination was the end-result of her plan for payback and dark-horse success for Edward. Judging by everyone’s response, including Barbara’s, Jackie’s design for the prom was a rousing victory.

As for each other, the apprehension Eddie and Jackie felt when they left the apartment had been incredibly tempered and replaced by a flippant, we’ll-worry-about-it-later attitude.

After 15-20 minutes of mingling, chatting and sipping punch, the brunette heard the start of a favorite tune. The opening, “Yeah, yeah!”, from Salt 'N' Pepa’s Whatta Man (feat. En Vogue) sounded from the speakers.

“You’ll have to excuse us, folks,” Jackie announced to their ‘fans’, putting down on the nearby table her drink and his. “This is my song about Eddie. Babe?”

She displayed a sensual look to him.

Eddie knowingly glanced at her.

She nodded to the dance floor.

He nodded and the two, holding hands, went to the center of the gym floor and danced.

The private conversations from the dispersing crowd started.

“I’m so happy for him!”

“I betcha he was tapping that fine MILF while he was with Barbara.”

“Serves Barbara right!”

“Charles, I am your date for tonight! Would show me some respect and stop gawking at Lynda’s tits!”

The covert cougar and her cub, having never danced together before to any type of music, appeared like they had been boogie partners for the longest. It privately surprised them both how they magically they were dancing in sync.

If it could be considered dancing.

It was actually sensuous grinding. The young, muscular form and the buxom, MILF body undulated against each other, and was a heady continuance to the past week’s over-the-line, private behavior between **************.

The two peered at each other, hungrily and brazenly, allowing the remaining private mental and societal constraints to fall like snowflakes in January.

Ed’s penis was hard. It was not at full staff, but it was pretty obvious, especially to his lady, that his tux pants were sporting a commendable tent. Lost in personal triumphant and speedily exiting morals, he flagrantly tossed his lump at his mom, undulating his erection at her skirt portion of her gown.

Jackie, fogged in with similar erotic sentiments, unashamedly complied, moving her crotch to that of her son’s and was lasciviously thrilled at the windmill-like movement of the growing appendage against her sex.

Forbidden fruit is sweet.

Forbidden fruit in public—unbeknownst to that public—is diabetic sweet.

As they bumped and grinded together, the two looked at each other with hell-blazing lust and desire. Then, their lips crashed together in a heat-filled kiss. His lips were all over hers, and vice versa.

“Hmmm, Edddddie”

“Ahhhh.”

Jacquelyn’s tongue quickly slithered into his mouth to connect with its soul mate. His tongue lashed back and the two linguas rolled and strolled with each other, passing saliva and more heavy breathing back and forth between the open mouths.

Their arms went around each other, enabling their hardening and moistening groins to slip against each other.

The young, virile cock was solidified with excitement. As it rubbed it pulsed, rotating feverishly almost like it wanted to some how magically slip through his underwear and pants through the dress split to get to her ardent sheath.

“Ugh! Ugh! Oh Mo—Lynda!” he correctively moaned.

The statuesque beauty was fast-tracking into a sexual delirium. She was caressing her boy’s chest with her big tits and hard nipples. She mashed her heavy breasts in erratic circles against Ed. Jackie was enjoying bolts of pleasure as her elongated teats, pushing through the gown material, rubbed all over the tux shirt and jacket.

Meanwhile her Victoria’s Secret’s lace, V-string thong was rapidly getting soaked. Her juices were leaking out like a busted radiator. The sex lips, like her son’s dick, pulsated. She felt a tingling throughout her pelvic region.

When the song ended, Edward jumped into action.

“Come on!,” he stated urgently.

Taking hold of Jackie’s hand with his, they booked out of the gym. Many people noticed the couple running out as if they were in an action movie. Most of the guys smiled while their dates looked puzzled.

Jacqueline felt giddy, like she was about to do something that would get her grounded. She squeezed her boy’s hands as he led her down the school hallway. He glanced back at her, smiled, and returned the squeeze.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“You’ll see!”

A few more feet and he slowed them down near the classroom farthest from the gym. He pushed the code for the pushbutton doorknob lock.

It was worth the C-note I gave the janitor.

Hurriedly, he pulled Jackie inside the room and locked the door. She chuckled lightly in between panting.

Ed spun around to face Jackie. She could see from the hall light streaming in that he looked urgent and determined. He took his bodacious mother in his arms and kissed her savagely. She responded back in kind.

During the feverish, wet smooch, his hands lowered to her curvy, opulent ass and squeezed both cheeks. She broke the kiss to moan.

With her head tossed back, Eddie plastered his lips to the front of her neck. He kissed it, then licked it.

“Ohhhh!” she swooned.

The untamed, amorous hunk picked up Jackie and sat her on the teacher’s desk. Keeping his eyes on hers, he shoved his hands under and up the dress.

She knew exactly what his goal was, and lifted her butt off the desk.

Grabbing the thong waistband, Ed quickly yanked down the dental floss-like garment. After the underwear descended her long, bare legs to her heels Jackie stood up, stepped out of them, and seductively reclined back on the desk while maintaining smoldering eye contact with him.

She then grabbed the sides of the gown’s front slip and pulled them apart. Her son was surprised at the sight and sound of tearing fabric.

“I don’t want an expensive dress getting in your way,” she hissed thoughtfully.

Ed displayed a thankful, lewd grin.

Jacquelyn then spread her velvety, smooth thighs.

The senior gawked at the maternal meal before him.

His mother’s pussy was a sinful, succulent masterpiece of forbidden fruit. Her vulva was juicy, ripe, and reverberating with unimaginable desire. The entire pubic region, along with the inner thighs, was covered in a fine sheen, thanks to her flowing oils. The black, well kept, matted-down pubic patch was a racing stripe that flared out slightly on the sides. Jackie’s labia minora was splayed open, like a pinkish, dewy, blooming flower.

Immediately her son dropped his face into the muculent vagina, at the same time his nose snorted deeply the forbidden, in-heat musk. The facial decent stopped about an inch above the mound and he exhaled. Completely unintentionally—but soon appreciated by both—his breath swept over the clitoral hood and electrified Jackie’s hot button.

“Ssssssss-yesssss!” she raspily applauded.

Oedipus then pressed his face against the white-hot surface and passionately, unashamedly, rubbed it over every square inch of his Jackie’s crotch.

“Ohhhhhhhh, Ed!”

In wild circles and hurried north-south, south-north directions Edward buffed his face all over the ambrosial, V-shaped area. His cheeks, chin, nose, eyes, lips, and forehead scoured everywhere. He’d rubbed the left side of his face over the mons pubis, then manically flipped his mug to the right and massaged her outer labia with his fresh side. Then he mopped the vaginal opening with his nose. When he painted his face from side to side like a tennis match, her cuntal petals were stretched and spread.

It seemed like his initial goal was to have his face smeared and covered in his mom’s pussy juices. The goal was achieved, and then some. He tasted the prohibited nectar, relishing its tanginess from his lips after his facial “massage.”

Next Eddie released his very eager tongue, flattened it, and proceeded to lap the span of wet groove.

As she felt his depressed lingua start at just above the perineum and move upward slowly, the sexpot released a verbal hybrid. It was one part gorilla grunt and one part moan of pleasure.

“Ugghhhhooohhhhh!”

His flat, fat tongue tantalizingly swabbed over her sultry lips up and down, down and up. This caused Jackie to arch her back.

“Aaahhhhh!” she moaned lustfully.

She was visually captivated by the sight of her well-dressed son now suckling her distended, excited labia. He sucked them, chewed them—very carefully. Then he took turns pulling each wrinkled petal from her mound and let it bounce back to its original form.

Before the temptress flung her head back in ecstasy, she howled.

“Ohhhh! Youuuu sweet motherfucker! That’s it, Eddie! Suck mommy’s cunt lips! Suck ‘em!”

She punctuated this debauch order with a heated grind of her pubic area into, onto his face.

Edward would emphatically do as he was told. First though he had to tend to her writhing. The handsome lad scooped into his hands her glorious butt cheeks to steady her. He also took liberties in squeezing the two luscious half-moons, while his raunchy, racing mind imagined how his balls would feel crashing against these curves of tight, womanly flesh.

Once he had manually steadied her, Edward then painted both her inner and outer cuntal lips with his tongue. He then skated the flat of the lingua through the saturated pubic patch.

“Hmmmmm, Mom!,” Ed paused briefly to offer an obscene critique. “Your pussy taste SO DAMN FUCKING DELICIOUS!”

He leaned in close to the shaking muff and breathed in, deeply, letting the marshy aroma passionately waft through his nose, lungs and mind.

“And your pussy smells,” he paused for sexual suspense, “like sex spice from Venus herself!”

Hearing the uber-tawdry raves sent a deeply illicit shiver up Jackie’s spine, and seared her decadent mind.

“Ohhh, that’s hot, Ed!”

As his mouth returned to kiss and lick her sticky, delicious taco, the brunette enjoyed the wave upon wave of tantalizing pleasure generated from her vagina. The waves washed over her, encompassing her beautiful, banging body. She tossed her head from side to side, while massaging her trembling breasts. This was by far, the absolute best eating out she ever received.

It was incomprehensible that it was all being provided by her own son.

She felt so alive, so on fire—sexually. She soon wanted more.

“Uggghhh! You horny boy! Put your tongue in it! Put your tongue in my pussy! Now!”

Once again, Edward obeyed his parent. Excitedly he inserted his spirited tongue into her eager, sultry slit.

“Ohhhhh, yeahhhhh!,” she groaned, rolling her hips. “Eat me Eddie! Tongue-fuck me! Eat your mother, Edddddieeee!”

The filthy talk from her stoked his taboo heat. Keeping his lingua straight, Edward moved like a bobble head toy, ravishingly jabbing it in and out of Jackie’ sweet pussy, as far down inside as he could. The sodden, fleshy insides quivered in delight to their barging, corkscrewing guest.

Eddie’s throat muscles were working triple overtime, swallowing the delicious, gushing, pearly sap which ran wild into the reservoir that was his open mouth.

“That’s it, baby! That’s it!, Oh you eat momma soooooo good!”

Her busy hands flew from her rolling, wavering tits with nub-like teats, to his scalp. She held his head, undulated her MILFy hips, and smashed her broiling hot cunt against his happily-overworked, sticky face. She humped and rode his mouth, his tongue, for all their gratifying, i****tuous worth.

Eddie pulled away to remove his tuxedo jacket. He chucked it to a nearby seat, and took control. He placed her legs up on his shoulders, and returned to gliding his fluttering tongue up and down the syrupy length of her gash.

For a few more seconds he tongue-screwed his mom’s delectable cunt again, pummeling at first with his rigid lingua, then letting it snake and curve into her hot and buttery groove. He then decreased the velocity as he sensually rolled up his tongue—to her clitoris.

When Edward’s tongue softly flickered over her wired clit, Jacqueline’s entire form shuddered as if it was 20 below.

“Aaaahhh-eeeee!” she squealed.

The rambunctious and horny Adonis was now using his thumbs on both sides of the clit shaft, essentially jacking off her love nub. With each upward thrust of her thumbs, the clitoral top appeared and he tongued it. Sensually he fluttered his tongue over the hot button.

Jackie thrashed about uncontrollably, unashamedly as her forbidden lover preciously tended to her sexual epicenter.

“Ugh! Ahhhhhh! Oh baby, that’s the way!” she raspily encouraged as her spasming cunt rewarded him with more illicit, liquid love.

Next Eddie inserted his middle digit into her slit and fingered it. Less than a minute later, the index finger joined in. He relished the fact that his mother’s juicy pussy was so tight. The drooling orifice’s “spring water” made fingering the luscious depths a wanton delight, underbedded by the erotic and intensifying sound of audible squishiness.

Jackie was in the heated throes of a carnal experience which was so epically intense, sexually stimulating, and downright wrong. Between the electric pleasure she was being given, who was giving it, where it was being given—not to mention the successful façade and payback just achieved—Jackie honestly thought she was going to loose consciousness.

She didn’t. Instead, she caught her lover’s eyes, which hovered over her pubic mound. He looked up, proudly displaying his ambrosia-glazed kisser. After that he winked conceitedly, and returned to her slick, vibrating nub.

The Olympian opened his mouth, sucked in the forbidden kernel, rolled it, and swabbed his once-again flattened tongue solidly against it. All the while his fingers were torridly, lasciviously, quickly plugging away at her frothy gap.

Then Edward just wrapped his enthusiastic lips around the energized clitoris and sucked it like there was no tomorrow.

“Ohhhhhh! Ah, Eddie! Suck momma’s clit! That’s, that’s it! Suck it! Suck it! You’re gonna make me cum! Suck meeee!”

The lad was impassioned, carnally consumed to orally please, tease, and pleasure his foxy parent. This X-rated campaign was being successfully accomplished by sucking and licking, alternatively, her clitoral head and shaft, all the while his bustling fingers did their thing.

Brazenly, almost rhythmically Jacquelyn ground her candied, scrumptious cunt into Ed’s tantalizing mouth. Her orgasm was coming on strong like the flu in wintertime.

“Momma’s—, Momma’s” she arousingly stuttered as her flaying hips lifted off the desk.

She was finally able to lewdly declare, “Momma’s gonna cum!”

Deeply gratifying tremors raced, roared throughout the cougar’s body and brain. Her venereal crescendo went on for sometime: her untamed contorting, her sap flooding out to its eager recipient—her son’s open mouth—while her moans echoed off the classroom walls.

“Ohhhh, Ed! I’m cumming! Ah, yes! You’re making mommy cum! That’s it, baby! Oh, yessss!”

He felt like he caught the Super Bowl winning touchdown with 2 seconds left on the clock.

After Jackie’s climatic glory subsided and she no longer felt Ed between her sticky, still-shaking thighs, she lifted her head up. She saw him sitting in an adjacent, front-row seat. He had on a Kool-Aid grin, while the streaming hallway light reflected the glossy appearance of his face. He was licking his lips like a just-fed cat.

She returned the devilish smile.

“Come to momma,” Jackie sensually commanded.

Edward’s smile got wider and toothier. He practically leaped off the chair into her arms. Their mouths were instantly drawn to each other like magnets. The kiss was wet, sloppy, and blistering.

Jacquelyn was no stranger to tasting her own honey. At least twice a week when she masturbated she would suck, lick, and savor her own liquidity, bountiful quantities just excavated from the volcanic gash.

“Aaahh, ohh, Ed!” she erotically exhaled, stopping to lap off some her honey from each side of his face. “That was beyond incredible!”

“I’m glad you liked it.”

They glared at each other a****listically. They breathed asthmatically.

“Mom, I gotta fuck you!”

“Yeahhhh!” she sinfully hissed. “But not here. Let’s go home. Fuck me on your Dad’s bed!”

She could already see in his eyes he liked the impure notion. Yet she continued her sexy sales pitch with uber confidence.

“Ed, fuck your mother on your father’s bed!”

The hunk carnally snapped. He moved away from Jackie and almost violently took her hand, dragging her to the door. While he unlocked it, she fixed her dress and retrieved her discarded thong, shoving it into his tux jacket pocket.

Ed led them down a crisscrossing hallway which got them to another exit. This one however was on the other side of the parking lot away from their limousine. They burst through the unlocked doorway and headed in a semi-circle to their ride.

Still holding hands and him in the lead, the two scampered. ************** giddily, lustfully bounded out like the runaway-with-the bride scene at the end of The Graduate.

When they were close their chauffeur could hear her heels clicks very rapidly. He saw them, hand in hand like Hansel and Gretel, bounding for the Excalibur. He would think of the MILF’s flapping, barely covered tits when he got home and fucked his wife.

“Home, please,” Ed said just before they reached the limo. The driver, who was leaning up against the front quarter panel smoking a cigarette quickly threw it down, stamped it out, and then reached for the door.

They climbed into the backseat. The chauffeur closed door and soon had the car in Drive.

First making sure the privacy partition was still in place, the stud son then exposed one of Jackie’s breasts. He gazed at it in fleshy wonder, marveling at its voluminous size and shape, along with its bloated cap.

He cupped it, relishing its forbiddeness and weight. He felt it, massaged it, earning a sexy mewl from Jacquelyn. He lowered his mouth and wrapped his lips around the upper quarter, sending his intrepid tongue to swab and excite the fat nipple and areole.

“Ohhhhhhhh, Eddddddie!” she swooned.

While he returned to his breast-feeding days, the horny parent slipped her hand down the front of his pants and palmed the remarkable bulge.

Feeling his mother’s hand on his erection caused Ed to stop his breast loving to rave.

“Ahhhhhh, mom!”

Jackie’s deliriously enthusiastic hand surveyed the massive lump. The slightly cupped palm rubbed up and down, whorishly desperate to calculate the size of the unlawful, hard penis.

Easily 7 inches. Probably 8.

Her hand delved further south, cupping what felt like a brawny scrotal sac. Then the finger flats returned to the bulge.

Jackie dislodged herself from his ravenous mouth and placed her thumb and forefinger onto Ed’s pants’ zipper. She leaned into his ear.

“Myyyyyyy Edddieeeeee! You’re so big!” she paused, then continued. “And hard!”

He just feverishly nodded his head, his glassy eyes flickering.

“Are you big and hard for Momma?” she seductively purred.

Edward’s head nodding simply got faster.

“Can I pull it out?” she teased her inquiry.

His approving, nodding head went to light-speed.

Jackie pulled down his fly. She noticed how the descending zipper first had to go up over the spacious protuberance before it went south. Jackie opened his pants and avariciously delved for her son’s hardness.

“Aahhhhh!” he sighed when he felt her fingers grasp his thick shaft.

Zealously she yanked down the front of his jockeys with her other hand. She thought back to the first night at the apartment, considering it as if she was a k** at Christmas time who had found her parents’ hiding place for the wrapped gifts several days before the holiday. Now, it was the morning of December 25 and she was anxiously unwrapping her “gift,” taking hold of it, and bringing it out to fully see.
The hottie released the fleshy baton so she could optically savor it. Jacquelyn’s eyes flipped open wide. The extensive, fully erect cock was adorned with a bulbous top, a thick, pulsing vein, and lush, raven-colored pubic hair. After several, quick, heavy gasps, she licked her lips than scanned its owner.
“Ohhhhhh, son! My, how you’ve grown!” she hedonistically commented.

The i****tuous double entendre sent Eddie’s arousal to the stratosphere. Having his foxy, horny mom feel his ‘package’ here in the limousine then retrieve the stiff rod and be so lewdly enamored with it turned him on like a light switch. It excited him powerfully, monumentally, to have his MILFy parent see his hardened manhood in all its naked, virile glory.

The strapping teenager lecherously relished being erotically exposed to his mother. He felt like a Playgirl centerfold, never so sexually desired by a woman like now. Barbara was his first and there were some memorable carnal events. But even their hottest times couldn’t compare to right now.

Being the center of amorous viewing got good to Young Morelli. He wanted to show more of himself to his voluptuous, eager parent. He shifted in the seat to reveal to her his big, cum-filled nuts. It caused the underwear to shoot back up, covering his stiffness. Angrily, he shoved down the material down so that it was tucked under the scrotum.

Then with a cheeky, overconfident smile, he leaned back and proudly let her visually drink in all his forbidden goodness.

“Touch me, Mom,” was his husky command.

Jacquelyn was like the proverbial deer caught in the headlights. The prurient request she just heard echoed loudly within her ferally-fried brain. Added to this was the lavish and unprecedented sight of her only c***d’s upright dick and burly testicles…only a couple feet away. To her they looked decadently scrumptious.

She felt her nipples hardening and buzz for attention. Her buxom breasts heaved, matching her ragged breathing. She also knew that with no panties on her newly flowing syrup was basting her thighs and the upholstery.

The divorcee leered at the oversized phallus. She paused as if reconsidering what she was about to do. Then she leaned into him, lowering her outstretched tongue to the purplish, mushroom-shaped top. She licked it, swabbing almost nervously, the entire cap.

“Ohhhhhh shit, Mom! That’s fucking awesome!”

The taste of her son’s cock along with his illicit critique made her shiver in hedonistic bliss. With her second tongue-mopping of the electrified cap she felt light-headed, at the same maddingly aroused.

Grasping the large member at its foundation, Jackie sensed its heat and frenzy. To her it felt like a wildly beating heart. She lewdly smiled to herself as she tilted the penis toward her open mouth. The tongue now swiped the rounded, projecting corona.

“Aaaahhhhhhhh!” he sighed.

Jackie combined her titillation. Her tongue flickered at the surface of the spongy peak, then twirled around the flaring rim. Feeling extra wanton, she tickled the tip of her tongue against the piss hole.

“Fucckkkkkkk, ma! Oh fuck! Shit, shit that feels so fucking great!”

Still grasping the bottom of the shaft, Wonder Woman opened her mouth and closed her lips just below the corona.

Ed felt another form of ecstasy. It was the warm wetness of his mother’s mouth encompassing the top quarter of his firm manhood. He looked down at her.

Jacquelyn felt the plum-like head twitching in between her keen, suctioning lips. She then moved her head further, somewhat leisurely, and orally began to inhale her son’s fat, aroused prick.

“Ohhhh yeah, ma! Suck my cock!”

The maternal, wet lips slithered down past the crown to midway of the erection. Next her lips unhurriedly drew in reverse, dragging their taboo touch and saliva back up. Then back down again, never going past the middle of Ed’s stalk. She sucked northward, and repeated.

Jackie’s head luxuriously bobbed up and down as she blew Edward.

“Maaa--arrggghhhh! Ugh, yeah! Oh yeah! Suck it, Mom!”

The excitement for the lad was immense. He desperately wanted to push her head down, forcing her to completely consume his schlong. Ed couldn’t do it. He didn’t with Barbara, and he wouldn’t do that now with his mom—as strange as that may sound.

He simply howled, moaned, and banged the bottom of his clenched fists on the soft backseat, never envisioning his mother as being a world-class cocksucker.

It got even better when he heard her swoon with a raspy “Mmmm.” His eyes quickly descended. The amorous beauty was nursing his cockhead with her hungry, restless mouth.

“Hmmmm, been so long,” she whispered in between two exceptionally wet-sounding slurps.

As the velocity of her suckling increased along with tender caressing of his flaying, large, sweaty balls by her hand, Ed’s body shook. The excitement, the gratification he was receiving was so intense. He tossed his head back and bellowed like a primate.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh, Mom!”

In time, Ed panicked when he no longer felt the oral adoration. At the same he worriedly looked at his groin, he felt her grab the base of his throbbing shaft. She was looking up at him with smoking hot eyes.

“You like the way mommy takes care of her big, hard boy?”

His head nodded rapidly.

“Mmmm,” she purred, “my son’s big, hard cock tastes sooooo good!”

She gave him at naughty wink. He just gawked at her.

Jackie’s tongue slithered out of her mouth and lapped her son’s penis, from top to bottom, all the while resuming her lusty glare at him. The flat of the tongue began on a curved spot next to the piss slit and slowly, oh so slowly, made its way down the firm, thick and thrilled cock.

She lingered at the bottom of the strapping pillar, lost in the heady scent of youthful male musk, and perspiration. She nuzzled her face against the robust nutsack, idolizing it, and sounding like a cokehead as she repeatedly snorted the forbidden aroma.

The uber-horny parent was about to unleash another verbal teasing when she saw pre-jizz bubble out of the quaking top, and began to drizzle south over the purplish vein. Her tongue leapt in action, catching the clear fluid and licked it back up to the head.

Jacquelyn’s eyes flared open, and her pussy gushed more honey as the long-lost taste tantalized her taste buds.

She was going to attempt taking his entire appendage in her mouth. Her lust and Ed’s musk were riotously tempting her to see if she could totally devour the forbidden hard-on.

Catching a glance of the bright yellow “M” which gleamed through the passenger window short-circuited her intention, and his pleasure. The Golden Arches was a local milestone. They knew that they would be home in less than five minutes.

Grudgingly Jackie let the solid tool drop from her mouth but not before giving the frantic, worried cap a wet kiss. She covered herself up while Ed, cursing and grumbling, tucked his dick back in his pants and pulled them up.

After the limo was parked the driver opened the door. He couldn’t miss Jackie’s jiggling tits as she exited. He wanted to extend the stare until her date appeared and hurriedly handed him two $50s.

Watching the May-December couple scurry into the house made him smile, and want to get home to his wife.

After he locked the door Ed and Jackie dashed into each other’s arms and went at it again, kissing, tonguing, ******* and grinding. Then they headed for his father’s room where they stripped quickly.

Jackie was the first to get bare. After she shrugged off the dress and stepped out of it, she lay on her back on her ex-husband’s king size bed. She watched Ed hurriedly unbuttoning his shirt, then unfasten the cuff links. She purred after he opened the shirt, revealing his ripped, slightly sweaty chest to her.

“Hmmmm, my son has such a sexy body.”

Ed broke his disrobing fluster and looked at her. The sumptuous display of complete naked MILF beauty, sautéed in colossal taboo arousal, took his breath away. He hadn’t noticed that she undid her hair, the raven locks all around her head on the pillow, appearing like a sexually feral mane. Her large, luscious tits rose and fell with each heavy breath. Her nipples were swollen and mouthwatering. Her legs, which seemed to go on forever, were bent and provocatively spread, showcasing her hot, wet, and steaming cunt.

Her tongue was seductively licking her lips while her left hand cupped, massaged, her left breast, affording the keen nipple some tweaks and gentle pulls. Her other hand stroked her sex lips, rubbing the petals up and down, spreading their gooiness and teasing both her and him with the middle finger curling into the buttered gully.

The well-built cumslinger was stunned—he was immobilized by Jackie. His enrapture seemed to get worse when he watched the digit get pulled out of her sweet cake. It was very shiny and headed for her mouth.

The enchantress glossed her lips with her own nectar, just as if she was applying lipstick. Then her wily tongue lapped away the sauce.

She eyed Eddie with colossal carnal hunger.

“Eddie,” she seductively purred, rolling her flaring hips into the mattress like a cat getting comfortable for the night, “it’s time to fuck mommy!”

The sight and words made the young penis, which had lost a little of its hardness since having to be tucked away, bounced back to salacious life. His hands flew to the belt buckle. His eyes were forced to break away to deal with the uncooperative buckle, missing her hand’s return to stroking her slit.

As the shameless beauty attentively moved one hand over both breasts and teats while the other was diddling between her legs, Jackie found it humorous to see Ed struggle to get naked. She also found it an incredible sexual rush that such a strapping young man considered her to be hot—and couldn’t wait to fuck her.

With his pants and jockeys around his ankles, Edward had to sit down on the bed next to Jackie to remove his shoes, socks and the pants. He hungrily glanced at her splayed muff. Her fingers did an incredible job of seductively parting the moistened lips, widening them, showing the delectable and creamy insides which were cooking with her oils.

One of his shoes was off. When he caught a heavy hit of her in-heat musk, the unshod foot shoved off the other shoe, airmailing it to the opposite wall. He hurriedly removed the socks, trousers, and underwear.

The frantic motions of his desperation to strip in nanoseconds caused his erection to bounce around when he was finally, entirely nude. The lengthy, lustrous dick caught Jackie’s eye, along with the rest of the young, male muscular form which stood before her.

Opening her arms, she illicitly welcomed him.

“Come fuck mommy!”

Obediently, brutishly Edward knelt on the bed, in between her parted thighs, and grasped his hard-on. The virile slab of young maleness was pounding with lust, and drizzling pre-cum. As he prepared to mount his mother, his temples throbbed and his breathing was heavy.

It sounded like Jacquelyn was also having trouble with proper breathing. She licked her lips unabashedly, viewing Ed’s massive appendage being aimed at her open slit. While she panted, her eyes rolled back in her head when she felt the same bloated, delectable cock top which had been just in her mouth now resting on her buttery vaginal folds.

Then, with just a nudge, he slipped into her.

Her eyes flew open as did his. The two stared at each other, fully comprehending and enjoying the gravity of the situation.

As his hard, excited prick began its access and descent into her forbidden well, Ed threw his head back as he lowered himself onto Jackie’s prone form. His pecs gently flattened her rack, her upright nipples grazing over the male chest.

“Aarrgghh!” he bellowed as his manhood was eagerly welcomed by her succulent pound cake.

As her son’s full-bodied cock sank into her, Jackie moaned his name and the delight she felt.

“Eddieeee-aahhh!”

The Adonis couldn’t get over how tight, sultry, and creamy his mother’s pussy was. It wasn’t so tight, though, that it slowed his downward thrust. In fact, it was the opposite. Like adoring groupies, the maternal sugar walls hugged and clawed at the incoming phallus. Her steamy tunnel not only enveloped itself around his long, meaty tool, Jackie’s ardent cunt basted the penis with its natural honey.

In that one southern-bound thrust and journey, the goddess’ male c***d in no time made it to the bottom of her molten core. He was beyond amazed at how wet and velvety her sheath was.

“Oooohhhhh, fuck, Mom! You—your pussy—feels INCREDIBLE!”

In between heated gasps, she responded.

“You too baby! Aaahhh, your cock is so big! So fucking good. So FUCKING good! I love it!”

Jackie’s thighs lifted from the mattress so she could wrap her legs around his waist. They kissed, a****listically, messily.

Then Ed commenced fucking her.

There was no ‘warming up in the bullpen,’ no slow-going start. Ed simply raised his lean, ready hips and drove into his mother like a Texas oil rig on “Automatic.”

“Aaarggghhhh!” she moaned.

Having gotten in a standard push-up position, Ed plowed over and over into Jackie, sending his big, solid cock in and out of her overjoyed cunt. It was an illicit, carnal, and seemingly non-stop barrage of deep, satisfying jabs into the yearning, lathered slit.

“That’s it, sweetie! Oh that’s it! Fuck me! Fuck me just like that!”

Ecstatically lost in enjoying not only her first lay in 24 months but a Hall of Fame one at that, Jacquelyn was bucking unrestrainedly. The beauty greedily and lecherously savored the way her hard, horny, handsome c***d was screwing her. She tossed her loins up to meet his pummels, the seismic release of her nectar greasing the way for Ed to continue fucking her juggernaut style.

He dropped his head to hers. Their lips were glued together and their tongues tangoed. Moans were released into each others throats. Their convulsing bodies meshed so illicitly well with one another.

Ed and Jackie’s fucking was carnal, nasty, and hotter than the sun. The two were so into each other—literally and figuratively—that they couldn’t be pried apart with the Jaws of Life.

As he ground his haunches into hers, Edward was on course to get every inch of his luscious dick into her sweet cunt. She sensed this and clawed his back. Her nails were nothing extravagant in terms of length. They did, though, leave numerous remarkable and protracted scratches on his upper back.

“Grrraahhhh!” he snarled.

With the neurons in her sexually overcharged brain firing off, Jacquelyn felt like there was a 4th of July celebration going on in her head. She was sailing off into a decadent nirvana.

“Oh! Oh! Ugh!, Eddie! You fuck so beautifully!”

After a few more electrifying moments of feverish pistoning, the stallion turned on a dime…and changed directions. Ed now was rotating his hips so his gratifying cock was literally swirling inside Jackie’s vagina like an eggbeater.

The maternal eyes flew opened in erotic shock and awe, staring at his. His look at her was cocky [pun intended] with an impish, knowing grin.

He revolved his hips to the left, then to the right, back to the left and so-on. Ed was an X-rated chef, stirring his luscious “spoon” inside his mother’s hot batter, turning up the heat and passion.

Ed’s hard dick was also like a rolling pin, its girthy circumference scintillating and massaging her juicy vaginal confines.

Jacquelyn’s ambrosia had been flowing out at a steady clip right after the initial penetration. It had readily increased as her studly offspring boned her. When he whirlpooled his shaft, the pearly essence seem to fly out, to spit out, and splash against his nutsack, her inner thighs, and down the crack of her ass.

“You like this, Mom? Hmmm? You like the way I spin my stiff dick in your hot little pussy?”

At first the thrashing babe couldn’t speak. She wanted to let him know that no one every fucked her like this. She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs “I LOVE IT!” The erotic novelty of his smashing, along with the roaring throes of pleasure she was experiencing left her speechless. After nodding wildly, she was finally able to croak out a simple “Yes!”

Ed’s stirring of his mother’s sweet honey pot continued for just a bit longer. Finally the ever-increasing pain in his arms and shoulders had amassed to the point where he gently lowered himself onto her body to rest.

While his upper body snuggled to hers, their sexes continued their impure mating.

The young buck nuzzled her ear, applying an alternating kiss and nip to the lobe.

“I love fucking you, Mom,” he raspily uttered.

She smiled and gave him a peck on the side of his face.

“I never want to stop fucking you, eating you, pleasing you,” he furthered his fidelity which was a muddled combo of lust and its deep undercurrent: emotional bonding.

She stroked his face with a hand and kissed him.

“I don’t want you to ever stop these things, Eddie. I love it all!”

Their lips and tongues were immediately back together again, eeling over one another. At the same time, their genital pitching and catching was holding illicitly steady, complete with wet slapping sounds. Her opulent, hot hips undulated onto his working tool as it excitedly drove over and over again into her unquenchable snatch.

The bed started to squeak just a bit. Hearing this, the two looked at each other, smiling, making the same realization. It was just as she wanted it: on her ex-husband’s bed.

The carnality was about to heat up again.

The rested hunk moved to push her legs up, opening her drooling slit, and revved his thrusts. Powerfully, hungrily, and insatiably Ed drilled his throbbing erection into Jackie.

“Ughhhhh, mom! It’s so hot fucking you on Dad’s bed!”

Hear this amped up the hottie.

“Yeeeahhhh, baby!” she groaned.

Jacquelyn arched up her back in sinful elation. She also wanted to greedily receive more of Ed’s prick, imagining her husband could see their son not only screwing her but she whorishly wanting it, accepting it, loving it.

“That’s it, Eddie,” the temptress suggestively urged, “take me! Take your Dad’s wife on your Dad’s bed!”

Her urging, spurred on by the white-hot sex and personal payback to her ex, became a moaning command.

“Fuck mommy on daddy’s bed! Fuck mommy on daddy’s bed!”

Edward relentlessly plowed into the syrupy, burning, overflowing pussy. This caused Jackie’s ankles to bounce on his shoulders and her comely body to writhe on the mattress like a wish out of water. His breathing was short, labored gasps as he strenuously threw himself into the intensity and depravity of the illicit coupling. He could feel his heart, already beating like a heavy metal drummer on speed, pulsating wildly against his inner chest wall with every cock thrust.

“Dad is a fucking idiot! You’re hottest piece of ass—ever! His loss. You’re mine, now!”

To emphasize everything he just declared—especially the last part—Michelangelo’s David added more ‘English’ to the next several thrusts.

Despite all her success in business especially at the occasional expense of condescending males and infrequent siding with some feminist views, Jacqueline relished the Neanderthal claim. She trembled in forbidden erogenous delight at being possessed by her son.

But even consensual i****t has to be 50-50.

“Yesssss, Eddie! I am yours…just as you are mine!”

With that, the sweaty, busty babe flexed her pussy muscles in a remarkable grasp of his charging dick. The lush embrace titillated the lad. It also made him acquiesce to her statement of ownership.

“Oooooo! Oh, ahhhh! Yes, mommy! I’m yours!”

Queenly satisfied, she loosened the intimate grip.

Once his erection felt the unfettered access, he lowered her legs, mounted his mother once again, and resumed his Alpha-male drives into her convulsing, teeming slit.

If lust was a mental disease Jacqueline would be in a straightjacket in a padded cell. Each deep, penetrating poke from the bowflexing cock excited her more and more. Her untamed cunt greedily slurped and released, slurped and released the hard driving shaft. She was so drunk on i****tuous desire that the brunette moaned, and raised her curvy body up repeatedly. This was to feel the electric sensations of the bulldozing manhood rubbing her excited clit. She also found it amusing that her flattened ass was ice-skating all over the bed cover because there was so much pussy juice running down her butt crack.

Eddie and Jackie were wired and perspired.

In short work, it became a race as to who was going to climax first. His pummels were maximized. Her arousal was off the charts. They were going down to the wire, and sounding very much like the lead thoroughbreds just before the finish line. Ed was the “winner,” but not by much.

The son could feel his nuts tighten and the ubiquitous sensation that he was on the verge of ejaculating.

“Oh, Mom! I am gonna cum! Oh mommmmmma!”

Caught within the pleasurable fog of her own approaching climax, Jacqueline looked at him.

“Cum in me! Cum in me! You know I can’t get pregnant. And mommy wants all of your cum!”

On cue the sleek, big, locomotiving cock jolted forward and exploded.

“Aaarrrgggggghhhhh!” he roared triumphantly.

The power and force of his release, solidly built on forbidden lust which had been germinating at home and blossomed at the prom, made Ed feel like this was his first time ever having sex. He also, briefly, thought he was going to pass out.

Lengthy jet after jet of his thick, torrid, white semen was mightily propelled into Jackie’s quaking and receptive cunt.

“Ooohhhhhh, maaaaawwwww!”

The buxom MILF was audaciously proud to have her strapping son release his cream into her. A devious buzz seared her senses as she felt his magma fill into her gully and paint her cuntal walls. Plus, each howitzer-like motion of his big, spewing penis brought her that much closer to her own feral crescendo.

It was between his third and fourth salvo that Jacquelyn curled her toes and groaned.

“Ahhhhhh, Ed! I’m cumming! Oh, yes! You’re making me cum!”

The obscene announcement stoked both of them. The maternal legs encased themselves around him, pulling his piledriver deeper into her churning, roaring depths. Her pussy rained all over his dick, while her motions matched his. His ejaculation seemed to get mightier and more forceful. His prick was ecstatic as her buttery tunnel spasmed around it. As they a****listically kissed, both relished the steamy knowledge that his man-cream was illicitly, excitedly mixing with her nectar.

Jackie and Eddie quivered and groaned as their climaxes swept over them like a summer time thunderstorm.

“Uggghhhhh, Mom!”

“Yes! Yesssss!”

Their individual orgasms seemed to feed off the other’s, as did their sweaty, thrashing bodies. The passion between ************** burned so intently, so desirously, that the two were still physically “pitching and catching” long after his cock and her cunt finished their emulsion.

Once exhaustion replaced ecstasy, Eddie and Jackie traded soft, romantic kisses and emotionally blazing stares.

“I love you, Eddie.”

He smiled.

“I love you too, Mom.”

They both knew the ‘love’ they exchanged was not the one they maintained just a month ago.

Edward rolled off Jacqueline, reclining on the pillows. He pulled her to him. She planted an endearing smooch to his lips and nestled her head on his chest. His arm encircled her, and he kissed the top of her head. sleep overtook the two in no time.