Mom's Roommate Doug was still in the living room watching a game. Behind him, in the hallway, Kristen peeked out of her and Garrett's bedroom. Quickly, the naked mother pulled her son by his dick across the hallway, her big tits bouncing and bobbling as she moved. Doug heard his wife giggle playfully and the bathroom door close. He glanced back, but her and Garrett were already out of site. Kristen turned on the shower, then turned and pushed her son towards the toilet. "Sit down and I'll blow you some more while the water warms up," she said. Young Garrett didn't have to be asked twice. He sat down on the toilet seat, leaned back and spread his legs apart. Kristen dropped down in between them and picked up where she left off in the bedroom. Kristen watched her son's reaction as she opened her lips and took his long strong cylinder of flesh into her mouth. "Ohh yeah, Mom...suck it." Garrett whimpered. Kristen started lashing her long hot tongue around and around the fat purple head of his prick. "Mmmmm," she moaned, rolling his hot spunk around in her mouth, savoring it's taste before swallowing it down. She sucked his dick loud and sloppily, the shower drowing out the noise. Garrett's dong was bathed in hot drooling saliva. He watched his mom's lips fall closer and closer to his balls, her pretty brown hair waving around as she gobbled his throbbing cock. The young teen felt a lot like a King with his hot middle-aged Queen kneeling at his phallis. His eyes traveled down the tan unblemished skin of his mom's back, the flare of the hips and the unbelievable curves of her big meaty bare buttocks. His heart pounded with wicked excitement. This was his own Goddess of a mom giving him head and she was totally falling for him. "Ohhh mom that's amazing!" His voice trembled. Kristen clutched her son's scrotum and messaged the tender balls with her nails. Her tongue went wild, her lips gliding lower and lower until her face was buried in Garret's crotch, her lips plastered against the root. Garrett could feel his cock fucking in and out of his mom's hot throat. Kristen gagged a little, but then recovered, taking him right back down to the base. "O-o-hhh shit!" The teen yelped, his cock flexing excitedly, his balls tightening in his mom's hand. Kristen's mouth was a hot liquidy sheath plowing up and down her son's rigid pecker. Her lips and tongue worked in unison, hungrily licking and pulling on the throbbing penis as if trying to suck the meat from the bone. "Awwwww shit, mom, I'm gonna cum!" Garrett groaned. "Mmmmm." Kristen moaned, encouraging him to shoot his load into her sucking mouth. Kristen felt the penis pulse in her mouth and the first delicious wad of hot cum splash against the back of her throat. She let the creamy cock-milk collect in her mouth until her cheeks bulged out, then she swallowed it down with two big gulps. Again Garrett groaned as more jizz squirted from his piss-hole and splattered around his mom's long flailing tongue. For what seemed like forever to young Garrett his mom continued to nurse on his erupting prick, pulling every last drop of spunk that she could get. Doug wheeled by Garrett and Kristen's bedroom, peeking his head in for a moment. "Goodnight buddy," he called out, thinking Garrett was still in the mancave. "Garrett??" Getting no answer Doug wheeled to the edge of the hallway and called across the house. "Garrett??" Still there was no answer. Doug wheeled over to the bathroom and knocked on the door. He had to pound three different times before Kristen answered. "What is it? What's wrong?" She asked, holding a tiny white towel over her enormous breasts. "Have you seen Garrett? He doesn't seem to be in the house anywhere." "He didn't say anything to me about leaving, but maybe he's outside." Doug decided to ask a bold question. "Are you sure he's not in there with you?" Kristen rolled her eyes and smiled down at him. "You're joking right? Doug I'm sure he's fine. Just go into bed I'll be in in a while to kiss you goodnight." "Yeah, Okay." Kristen closed the door, locked it, then jumped in the shower with her waiting son. "Just your father getting curious again. Just where in the world did you disappear to, young man?" She said playfully. Garrett giggled as his mom stepped forward and threw her arms around his neck. "Probably out having a miserable time somewhere." "Oh so that blow job I just gave you was miserable huh mister?" "Yeah, just horrible." Garrett joked. "Well maybe picking your mom up, pinning her against the shower wall and fucking her brains out will help liven your spirit's a little." Garrett got a big grin, his heart about beating out of his chest. "How could it not?" Kristen kissed him, letting her tongue dance with his. While they made out, she reached down and wrapped her hand around his teenaged dong. It was still brick hard, the big blue veins bulging obscenely along the shaft as it stuck way out from his loins. "Hold me," she whispered, then gracefully jumped from the shower floor, wrapping those luscious mommy-legs around his waist. Garrett held onto her thighs and turned them so Kristen's back was against the wall. Her lips were at his ear, her wet warm tits mashed against his chest. "Fuck me," she whined. He snorted with lust as he felt her hand clutch his rod and feed it into her sopping honey-hole. A scalding liquid heat smothered the throbbing cock-rod as it searched for bottom. "Ohhh honey!" Kristen sighed as she felt her hungry cunt stretch around the unyielding length of her son's spear. Garrett started hard and fast. His need was urgent and so was hers. Neither of them wanted to be slow or gentle. As Garrett hammered his meat into her, Kristen clung to him, digging her nails into his shoulders. She fucked right back at him, their hips moving in unison. Garrett realized he could be as rough as he wanted...his mom liked it that way. Her jerking hips signaled the brutal tempo she craved. As she panted on his shoulder, the young teen could feel her molten cream drenching his prick and trickling from his wobbly ball-sack. He hammered his cock harder...deeper...pounding against her cervix. "Ohhh God baby, just like that, don't let up! Don't you dare let up!" She softly cried. After about 15 seconds of lighting fast thrusting Garrett felt a sizzling burst of juice around his meat and his mom's body began to buck and tremble against him. "OHHH GOD I LOVE YOU!!" She squealed. He felt her warm soft body tightening up around him, her motherly arms and legs constricting around his young body like an anaconda. It was like she was trying to pull his whole body into her core...trying to become one flesh, like they had once been. Her tits were plastered against his chest, but he could still feel them sloshing and rippling. Her cunt was squeezing and convulsing around his plowing erection, soaking it in orgasmic fuck-oil. His body was smothered in the glistening golden brown flesh of his own clutching mom. His cock was pounding into her slick gripping cunt. He wanted this thrilling moment to last forever, but his balls simply wouldn't allow it. Her strong muscled cuntal tube was just milking his cock too hard. "Ahhhh fuck, shit, aaaagghhh!!" He softly roared, jetting his cum inside her. "Ohhh God baby, I'm cumming again!" Kristen whimpered, burying her face into her son's neck. Their wet bodies jerked and writhed together as their wild mutual orgasm went on and on. Garrett felt like he fucked a gallon of cum into his mom. At this very moment there were in fact millions of tiny tad poles fighting to get inside her womb and fuck their way inside her egg. Kristen opened the door to find her husband sitting in the hallway waiting. "What are you still doing out here, numbskull?" She giggled. "Why would he think it's okay to take off somewhere without telling one of us?" Kristen smiled and strode towards him. She had nothing but a bath towel around her and her hair was still damp and slicked back. "Doug, he's 18 years old...he's not a little boy anymore." "Well he's still living under this roof, so he should have enough respect to--" Kristen cut him off. "Honey, stop! You're getting yourself all worked up again." She walked behind his chair and wheeled him towards the bedroom. "When he comes to bed tonight I'll talk to him...if that'll make you feel better." Garrett snuck from the bathroom and stepped across the hallway. "I may be in a wheelchair, but I'm perfectly capable of having a talk with our son." Kristen leaned over and gave her husband a peck on the cheek. "Now, now, don't get snappy with me, Douglas." Garrett stopped just before entering the bedroom and gawked at his mom. The was she was bent over made the towel creep up, exposing the bottom-half of her bare buttocks and her clean shaven clamshell. He could even see the puckered ring of her cute little butt hole. Kristen peeked back at Garrett over her shoulder. She hungrily swiped her long pink tongue across her top lip and gave him a teasing wink. The young teen's heart did sommersaults. He still couldn't believe that this was his own sweet mom fucking and teasing the shit out of him. Kristen helped her husband into bed. She crawled up onto the mattress with him and her curled her smooth tan legs to the side. "Can I ask you something?" Doug said. "Of course you can." He seemed hesitant, but asked anyway. "Does he hold you at night?" Kristen giggled and shook her head. "Oh Doug." "No, it's okay, it wouldn't make me mad...I mean, I know how much you like to cuddle." Kristen gazed into his eyes with a smile. "Do you lay down here and imagine that he's holding me at night?" "Well...honestly, yeah I guess I do." Doug answered, then seemed to be thinking hard on something. Kristen could tell there was more. "What is it?" "Ohh it's nothing, forget it." "Doug, I will not forget it. Tell me what you're thinking." He still seemed to have reservations. "If I tell you what happened you'll think I'm some sort of sicko or something." Kristen smiled and rubbed his arm reassuringly. "I won't think you're a sicko." "This morning after you left I ummm...I went into you and Garrett's bedroom. I saw his boxers laying next to your bra and panties and...I guess I just drew the conclusion that for some reason the two of you got naked together." Kristen attempted to do some damage control. "Doug, I--" Doug cut her off. "No let me finish. I think what surprised me more than seeing that and thinking that...was the way I reacted to it. In this twisted sick way...it was sort of exciting I guess." "Exciting??" Kristen asked. "Look. I know this might sound strange to you, but I was young once and I did happen to see my own mother naked accidentally on a couple of occasions. I'm not gonna lie to you, even though it was my own mom, it was extremely thrilling at that age. It's perverted I know." Kristen shook her head, thinking seriously over his words. "No, it's not perverted. It's what boys do. It's how boys think." "Well that doesn't make it right." "Fuck right and wrong, Doug. It was your feelings...and you can't deny those, even if they seem wrong." Doug still hung his head. "I know, but..." "So what you're saying here is that when you found Garrett and I's clothes laying on the floor, the idea that he may have been getting to see his mom, me...in the nude...that aroused you in some way?" Doug answered in an almost shameful tone. "I guess it did...yeah." "Did it make you...did it give you an erection?" "Not fully, but it definitely seemed to be on its way. I'm sorry babe, I shouldn't have told you this," he muttered. "Are you kidding?? Doug, sweetie, this is progress. Yes it's a little out of the ordinary maybe, but I think whatever works at this point is what we need to focus on." Doug giggled. "Kristen, don't be ridiculous. I'm not gonna have you getting naked in front of Garrett, that's just insane." "Nobody said anything about me getting naked. I do think, however, if this is helping you to come alive again down there, then it's definitely something we should pursue further." Doug seemed reserved. "I don't know...we'll have to think more on it I guess." Kristen had the grin of a Cheshire cat. "Yes, we'll definitely think more on it." "I know." Cassie said, grabbing her backpack and stomping away. Garrett couldn't help but stare at his mom's silky tan legs as he watched her talk to his father on the phone. "I know honey and I knew you wouldn't like it, but Doug it's just the way it has to be right now. I'm sorry," she said, then turned towards her son, leaning back against the sink. "Anyway, I gotta go...poor Garrett's been sitting here waiting patiently. I'll call you this afternoon...love you too...bye." Kristen smiled and strolled towards her son. "Well that went over like I thought it would." "Mom, I've been thinking...you and Dad's bed is huge. Is it even gonna fit in my room?" Garrett asked. Kristen smiled and brushed bangs out of his eyes with her nails. "Well, it might be ALL bed in there when we're finished, but we'll make it fit...one way or another." A little while later Garrett and Kristen wrestled the giant top mattress down to their tiny bedroom. The big busted mom giggled as she nearly fell over maneuvering it onto the box spring. Once in place she fell back onto the mattress with a big SIGH. "My God this bed is a monster," she said, crawling to the center of the mattress. "I still can't believe we got it in here." Garrett said. Kristen padded the bed beside her. "Come rest with me a minute." "Sounds good to me." Garret said, crawling onto the mattress and sprawling out onto his back. Kristen nuzzled close, draping an arm and legs across him. Garrett let out a tired breath and his mom lifted her head to look at him. "You okay?" She asked. "Yeah, why?" She got a playful smile. "Just making sure. Last time we were like this you were sprouting quite the piss hard-on," she said with a little grin. "Jeez, Mom," he blushed. "Well, you were...then you were trying to act like I couldn't see it." "I'm sorry...it just happens." Kristen burst out giggling. "I'm just teasing you, sweetheart. It really doesn't bother me. Erections are a natural function of a boys body and remember, we're roommates now, so I don't want you too feel like you have to hide it every time it happens okay?" Garrett nodded, still a tad embarrassed. "Hey..." Kristen said, gazing down at him with those brilliant green eyes. "I mean it...we're sharing a bedroom, sweetie, which means we're gonna see things. Things that we probably wouldn't normally see. Just promise me you won't be embarrassed when it happens okay?" Garrett nodded with a smile. "Okay." "Good, cuz if you do get embarrassed...I'm gonna TICKLE you," she said, then dug into her son's ribs. Garrett laughed and flopped around, trying to escape his mom's fingers. Kristen pulled him back down onto his back, then threw her leg across his lap and mounted him. Garrett thrust his hips over and over, trying to buck her off. Kristen giggled as she rode his teenaged loins. Her big mature tits jumped up and down under the tube top. The hem crept down and her jugs nearly spilt out. Garrett stopped bucking and had an astounded smile. "Mom, you're gonna lose your top." She didn't pull it up, but grabbed his hands and pinned them back against the mattress. "That IS a possibility." With his Mom leaning forward Garrett was exposed to an obscene amount of cleavage. "What's that suppose to mean?" Kristen gazed down into his eyes with a quirky little smile. "This is my bedroom too remember? So if my boobs fall out of my top while I'm tickling you...then I guess you're just gonna have to deal with it." "Deal with this," he said, quickly rolling his mom over onto her back. Kristen let out a playful SCREAM and found her son on top of her. She immediately brought her naked legs up and wrapped them around him. When they both stopped giggling they found themselves sharing a prolonged gaze. The seeds of forbidden desire were just starting to sprout and they were both feeling it. Being this close and flirty with his own voluptuous middle-aged mom was an absolute rush for young Garrett. For Kristen, having her own innocent teenaged son between her legs was absolutely exhilarating. Garrett slowly pried himself out from between his mom's legs and off the bed, trying his best to conceal his growing erection. "I guess we should get back to work huh?" Kristen rose up, resting on one elbow and stared at him with a naughty little smile. "Get back here," she said softly, beckoning him with her finger. Garrett gazed a her a second. Her long luscious legs were stretched out and her tube top pulled nearly off, revealing the tops of her enormous breasts. Garrett crawled back onto the mattress and Kristen guided him back down between her silky legs. Again she threw them up around him, this time criss-crossing her ankles together above his ass, locking him in. She could feel the obvious bulge resting against her. "We're not gonna be embarrassed, remember?" "Yeah, yeah...I remember." Garrett said, still somewhat timidly. "You're not gonna try and hide it anymore, right?" Garrett nodded. Kristen giggled, lifted her head and planted a quick kiss on his lips "Thank you," she whispered, then unlocked her legs and watched the cute teen squirm away. Before noon Kristen and Garrett were able to get most of her things moved out of the master bedroom, but their new bedroom was now a disorganized mess. Garrett came down with one of the final boxes from his mom's closet. "Hey Mom, what's this? It's a box that says 'honeymoon' on it." Garrett handed her the box. Kristen placed it on the bed and opened it. "Oh, these are things from the honeymoon your father and I took to Mexico." "Oh, like stuff you guys bought there?" "Yup" she answered, thumbing through the items. "That looks like a bikini." Garrett said. Kristen lifted a skimpy pink string bikini from the box. "It is...it's the one I wore on the beach practically the entire time we were down there." Garrett stared at the tiny patches of fabric. "No way that thing's a bikini," he said jokingly. "Do I have to prove it?" Garrett knew his answer, but he didn't wanna seem too excited. "If you want to I guess." "Well if I try it on I'm gonna have to do it before your sister gets home. It's not the kinda thing I'd want her seeing me in." "I was just kidding, Mom. You don't really have to. " Garrett said, a little surprised that his Mom took his joke so serious. "No, I don't mind. I've been wanting to try it on again anyway. Just do me a favor and lower the shades. We don't need the nieghbors seeing me parade around in this thing." Kristen said with a giggle. Garrett's heart was racing. "Naw, I guess that wouldn't be good." Kristen carried the bikini out of the room. "Back in a few minutes." It was longest few minutes of Garrett's life. Finally, he heard his mom stepping up the hallway. "Just remember, I'm a little chunkier now than I was at 18," he heard his mom say as she approached. As Kristen rounded the corner and into the bedroom, Garrett literally felt his mouth fall open. The skimpy two-piece barely covered her. Huge rolls of tit-flesh were spilling out everywhere. The bikini fit snug around her curvaceous middle-aged body and the bottoms were so tight that they literally molded around the grooves of her snatch. Her dark tan against the pink nylon fabric looked stunning. With one leg cocked out in front of her, Kristen placed her hands on her hips and fed her son a playful smile. "Well, what do you think?" Garrett could hardly speak. "I see now why you wanted to close the shades." Kristen giggled, then turned, displaying her backside for the captivated teen. "Oh wow." Garrett muttered. They weren't g-string bottoms, but they were far from modest. Kristen's meaty ass cheeks literally spilt out from under them and put on display the type of ass that boy's Garrett's age dream about. "Well, definitely more snug than it used to be." she said. "Anybody home?" Came a female voice from the front door. The voice startled Garrett, but Kristen seemed unphased as she looked out the door into the hallway. "Down here Momma." Garrett gazed at his mom like she was insane. She smiled back reassuringly. "It's ok...it's just Grandma." Dolores stepped into the doorway with a huge smile. She was a gorgeous 57 year old. An older version of Kristen, big tits and all. "Well, look at you two. Having a fashion show in here are we?" Dolores said. Kristen kissed and hugged her mom. "I was just trying on old bikini for Garrett." "God, I haven't seen you in that since we shopped before your wedding. Honey, you look stunning." "Thanks, Momma," Kristen smiled. "And I'm sure my Grandson more than agrees, don't you handsome?" Dolores, asked as she stepped over and hugged Garrett. "Yeah, hi Grandma." Dolores eye-balled the huge bed that filled the room. "I was just on my way over to say hi to Doug, thought I'd stop by and see how the new bedroom was coming along." "Well, everything of mine is moved out of Doug's room, now I just have to start organizing." Kristen said. "Oh I think this room is going to be sooo perfect for the two of you...I really do." Dolores said, feeding her daughter a warm meaningful smile. Kristen smiled in return. "I do to." Dolores turned towards her Grandson. "And sharing that big fluffy bed with such a beautiful mother. How exciting." This made Garrett smile and glance at Kristen, who fed him a loving wink. Dolores glanced at her daughter's huge tits. "Honey, I hate to say it but if those boobs get any bigger, you're gonna topple right over." Kristen's breasts jiggled as she laughed. "That's ok...I have a nice strong roommate to catch me if I do," she said, leaning against her son. "Well remind me the next time you're over. I have a bunch of satin bras that are all 44 triple-d's. I never wear them and they might actually fit you now." "Thanks, after I gave birth to Cassie I think I left Double-D land for good." Kristen said. Dolores pulled a photograph out of the honeymoon box. It was a picture of Doug and Kristen, newly married and on a beach in Mexico. Doug was holding Kristen piggy-back style, her big bikini-clad tits were flattened against his back. "What a happy memory." Dolores said. Kristen smiled, gazing at the picture. "You should take it with you and show Doug. I don't think he's seen that picture in years." "Wonderful idea, darling. I better head over there now and let you two love-birds get back to work." Kristen walked with her Mom to front door. "Love you, Momma. Tell Doug I'll give him a call a little later ok." Dolores left and Kristen sashayed back into her and her son's bedroom. "Well, I better get out of this bikini before your sister gets home. Will you do me a huge favor?" Kristen asked, batting her eyelashes. "Sure Mom." Kristen stopped in front of him and rubbed his shoulder tenderly. "Will you take your sister to ballet while your mom stays here and works her magic on our bedroom?" "No problem, Mom." She gazed up at him with love in her eyes. "You're so good to me. You know, with everything that's happened...I'd be completely lost without you." For the second time that day they shared a deep passionate gaze. Kristen stood up on her cute little tip toes and brought her lips to her sons. "Thank you," she whispered. She gave him a peck on the lips...then another...then another, gazing into his eyes and savoring his innocence. They heard the SCREECH of breaks outside and Garrett's eyes got big. "School bus!" Kristen gave him another quick peck. "Shit!" she giggled. She started to leave, but then rushed back and gave her son more kisses, like a playful little schoolgirl. Both of them were laughing at this point. "Geez, Mom." Garrett watched her gracefully trot out of the bedroom, her big fleshy tits bobbling wildy under the flimsy bikini sling. "Well, you look chipper today, son-in-law of mine." Dolores said as she entered Doug's hospital room. "Chipper as one can be under the circumstances I guess." He smiled. Dolores stepped over and sat on his bedside. "Well I just came from your place, Garrett and Kristen's room is looking wonderful. You should see them...they're so cute...like young newlyweds setting up their new bedroom together." "I still don't think it's necessary," he said, shaking his head. "You should be thankful. They're working their asses off today to make sure you have a comfortable room at home. I hope you appreciate the sacrifice that they're making." "I'd appreciate being able to share a room with my wife." Dolores glared at him. "Well, sweetheart, maybe you should have thought about these things before you went and played soldier and got yourself all banged up." "Oh I'm sorry Dolores, I was out defending my country. What was I thinking," he answered sarcastically. Dolores reached in her purse and pulled out the photograph. "Oh, before I forget I told Kristen I'd bring this over for you to look at." Doug smiled when he saw the picture. He and his wife looked so young and happy in it. "It's our honeymoon. I haven't seen this picture in years." Dolores gazed at her daughter in the picture. "Wasn't she beautiful and she still looks just as dazling in that little pink bikini. She was modeling it for Garrett when I got to the house." "She was wearing that bikini? In front of Garrett?" Doug asked. "Well Doug, maybe you've been too busy to notice, but Garrett isn't a little boy anymore. He's more than old enough to handle seeing a gorgeous big breasted woman in a skimpy bikini." "Well yeah, but when the gorgeous women is his mother, then that's a different story." "Well darling let's be realistic, Kristen may be his mother, but they're sharing a bedroom now. Garrett's probably going to be seeing her in all sorts of skimpy things and chances are there will be times he even sees her completely naked." Dolores explained. "No, you're wrong. Kristen would never let that happen." "Oh sweetie, I wouldn't be so sure about that. You and I both know that Kristen is completely comfortable with her body. In fact I wouldn't be surprised if young Garrett has already seen her in the nude." Doug was getting a tad bit irritated at this point. "That may be the case, but I think she has a bit more modesty around her son than that." "Well, I can tell you one thing for sure...that bikini she was wearing for him today sure wasn't covering much." Dolores countered. "Yeah well, I guess I'll have to talk to her about that." Doug said. Dolores giggled and rubbed her son-in-law's shoulder. "You do that, darling." Late that afternoon Garrett arrived back at the house after taking his sister to ballet. He and Cassie entered the bedroom to find his mom straightening out one of her drawers. Other than that the room was finished. Kristen turned towards her son with a smile. "Tah-dah!" She said proudly. The bedroom was bright and feminine. There were a few floral arrangements here and there and big fluffy white down on the bed, with delicate lace. "Wow, this looks great, Mom." Garrett said. "You think so?" Again, Cassie stuck out her bottom lip. "Noo fair, I want mom to share my room with meeee." "Speaking of your room, it's a disaster, young lady...let's get it clean okay?" "Can you help me?" Cassie pleaded. "Go in and get started, I'll be in a few minutes to check up on you." Cassie hung her head low and marched to her own bedroom. Grinning from ear to ear, Kristen motioned for her son to follow her to the closet. In the front half hung all of her clothing, but the back half, separated by a semi-transparent curtain divider, was Garrett's retreat. "As promised, I left you a little man-cave," she said with a giggle. "Sweet," he smiled, pulling back the curtain to see his little space, which was just big enough for his swing chair and a few other things. "Guess what?" Kristen asked him, seeming anxious. "What?" "Your Grandma offered to take Cassie for the night so you and I can go on a date." Garrett gave her a strange smile. "A date?" "Yeah, you know...dinner, maybe a walk along the beach. Come on, it's Friday night...it'll be fun." Garrett giggled a little and nodded. "Okay I guess." Later that evening Dolores came to get Cassie and Kristen and Garrett got dressed up to go out. Since it was still warm out Garrett decided on a pair of khaki shorts and a polo. Cassie rushed out the front door. "I'll be in the car Grandma." "Okay, Pumpkin." Dolores said. Dolores stepped up to her Grandson. "I think you've really made an impression on your mother here lately," she said, straightening his collar. "Boys who make an impression on their mother can sometimes find themselves on the receiving end of something very special." Dolores gave him a smiling wink. "Have fun tonight...and don't be afraid to romance her." Garrett was watching baseball in the living room when he heard the click of his mom's heels coming down the hallway. "Ready to hit the town, handsome?" She asked. Kristen sashayed towards her son in a black knit, stretch-fit mini-dress, which had a sleeveless, tie-back halter top. It looked as though it were sculpted around her curves. She had on a little make-up, but didn't need much. Her feet were arched in a dainty pair of black mini-platform leather sandals, with 4 ½ inch spiked heels. Garrett's heart beat heavy as his eyes traveled from her sexy little feet up her smooth luscious legs. "Wow, you look great, Mom." She fed him a flirty little smile, raising one eyebrow. "You look pretty good yourself, Romeo." Kristen took her son to a nice restaurant. A hot middle-aged mom out with an attractive teenaged boy resulted in more than a few whispers amoung other patrons. "I saw them setting up for the tri-city carnival over at the fairgrounds today." Garrett said as they ate. "Mmm, I love that fair. We should go this year." Kristen answered. "Dad hates that fair. He says he doesn't trust all those creepy carny people that put those rides together." Kristen took a sip up wine. "Well then your dad can stay home and you and I'll go." Garrett chuckled. "And I'm sure Cassie will want to tag along." "Well too bad. I'm sure she'll be going with her friends like she did last year. I refuse to listen to her or you dad whine every time you and I want to spend time alone together." Kristen cell phone went off and she looked at it. "Speaking of your father...shit, I forgot to call him before we left." Kristen answered and Garrett listened to her conversation while he ate. "Hey, honey...yeah I'm sorry...things just got really busy. How are you doing?" Doug sat in his hospital bed on the phone with the ballgame on. "Ready to get out of this damn hospital and eat some real food." "I bet. Did they say what time they're bringing you home tomorrow?" "No, they just said sometime in the morning. What are you guys up to tonight?" Doug asked. "Well, right now Garrett and I are out to dinner at Seasons. Mom took Cassie for the night." Doug seemed surprised. "Seasons huh, pretty expensive night out." "Yeah well, Garrett's been a big help lately. I wanted to take him somewhere special." Doug glanced down at the honeymoon photograph on his lap. "Well I heard he got to see his mom in a pretty provocative bikini today...wasn't that special enough?" "Well I don't know...I guess you'd have to ask him how special it was." Kristen said, looking across the table and giving her son a wink. Garrett took a bite of his dinner and seemed confused. "How special what was?" Doug didn't seem amused. "Come on Kristen, do you really think that's something you should be wearing around him? I mean it's hardly modest even by today's standards." Kristen forced a smile. "Doug, I really can't have this conversation with you right now. Garrett and I are gonna finish eating and take a walk along the beach, so call me in the morning just before they bring you home okay?" "Alright...well enjoy your dinner, tell Garrett I love him and I can't wait to see you guys tomorrow." Kristen gazed across at her son with a tender smile. Her bright green eyes radiating pure love. "I will. Sweet dreams, hon." "You too. Love you babe." Doug said. On the way home Kristen was kinda quiet. Garrett glanced over at her. "You ok, Mom...you seem upset?" "No, sweetie, I'm fine. I just...I could really use that walk on the beach. You game?" A few minute later Kristen slipped off her heels and took her son by the hand, leading him onto the moonlit beach. "Wow, it's really pretty out here at night...and empty." Garrett said. "It's magical. Places like this make me think of all my hopes and dreams...everything I still want out of life." Kristen said. Garrett glanced over at her and noticed how graceful she moved, even in the sand. The swell of her big busts seemed to tremble with each step. "So what is it you still want out of life?" Kristen thought about it for a moment. "I want love...I want passion...I want intimacy....I want more pleasure and more babies..." "More babies...really?" Garrett asked. "Of course, I'm only 38, goofball. I would love to get pregnant again," she said, squeezing his hand. "So do you think dad..." "Do I think dad what?" Kristen asked. "Oh, never mind." Kristen stopped and faced her son. "Do I think dad will be able to get me pregnant?" "Yeah." Kristen seemed somber, yet hopeful. "I don't know yet. With this whole paralysis thing I...I just don't know." "Well dad loves you...I'm sure he will if he can." Kristen gazed at her son and nodded. "Yeah well, this is our time together right now, so I really don't wanna talk about your father okay? Garrett nodded. Kristen moved in for a big tit-squashing hug. Rather than separate, she rested her head against her son's shoulder. Garrett slid his hand onto her soft well rounded hips. "Thank you," she whispered. "For what?" "For being my strength through all this," she said. Her warm fleshy tits felt so good mashed against Garrett's chest. "You don't have to thank me, Mom. It's just what son's do." "I know...but the past few days I feel like you've been more than a son," she said, pulling back and gazing into his eyes. "You've been my best friend." Garrett smiled. "That's cool that we can be like that." "Yes it is." Kristen said, then raised up on her tip-toes and gave him a soft peck on the lips. "Let's go home," she whispered. A half hour later Garrett was crawling into the giant king-sized bed that filled their bedroom. Sleeping in the same bed as his mom would be sort of strange, yet exciting all at the same time. "So what side do you want on the bed, Mom," he asked. Kristen was in the closet changing, but Garrrett was unable to see her. "It doesn't matter, sweetie, but I have to warn you...I do have a tendency to be a blanket hog," she giggled. "That's ok, I usually get hot at night anyway." Kristen turned off the light in the closet and stepped across the room. She was wearing Garrett's big high school hockey jersey, which fell just below her ass. "Nice jersey." Garrett said. "Thanks, it belongs to my hockey hottie of a son. Hope he doesn't mind me wearing it to bed tonight." Garrett shook his head, watching his mom crawl into bed. "Not at all." Kristen fell onto her back so that her and Garrett were laying side by side, looking up at the ceiling. "I had fun tonight," she said. "Me too...dinner was awesome." "The walk on the beach was nice too," she said softly. "Yeah." Garrett muttered. There was a period of awkward silence before Kristen turned her head to look at her son. "Garrett...will you hold me?" Garrett's heart started racing. "Umm sure." Kristen moved up against him, resting her head on his chest and drapping one leg over the top of one of his. Garrett marveled at how soft and smooth it felt. "Good night," she whispered. "Night, Mom." His mom's sweet fragrance lingered around them as they drifted off to sleep. Sometime in the early morning hours Garrett woke up and noticed that his Mom was no longer laying against him. She was still nearby, but was laying on her tummy. Garrett sat up as he realized that she was uncovered and that the jersey had bunched up around her waist, leaving her panty-covered ass on open display. As if that wasn't thrilling enough, the white panties she was wearing were completely sheer. The room was too dark to make out the finer details, but there was just enough light for Garrett to make out the crack of her meaty ass and the hairless cleft of her vulva. The curious teen felt the blood race to his loins. His heart was pounding with wicked excitement as he carefully leaned in for a closer look. As he crept in closer he could see a few more details. Kristen's buttocks was slightly spread apart and he could see the ring of her cute little butt-hole. He could also just make out her fleshy inner pedals as they peeked out from between the thick outer lips of her labia. Then it hit him...the aroma of female pussy. His mom's pussy. "H-h-holy shit," he thought, as he reached down and squeezed the end of his hardening bulge. Kristen suddenly shifted and Garrett quickly fell onto his back to fake sleep. To his surprise, he felt his Mom crawl over to him, only this time she layed directly on top of him. His cock lurched as he felt her braless tits roll out onto his chest. Their warm spongy softness, separated by only thin nylon fabric was absolutely euphoric. His brick hard erection was now trapped against her pubic bone. Kristen rested her head against his shoulder and nustled in close, giving his neck a tender kiss. Sleep didn't come easy this way for poor Garrett. His cock throbbed for what seemed like hours before he drifted off to sleep again. He woke to his mom's smiling face as she gazed down into his eyes. "Good morning sunshine," she said. "Hi...what time is it?" "Not really sure...still early I think. Oh wait...I know exactly what time it is..." Kristen said, her eyes getting big. "What time?" She quickly dug her fingers into his ribs, making her son flop like a fish. "IT'S TICKLE TIME!" "Oh God no...not that!" Garret laughed. Kristen quickly mounted him as she continued her playful attack. "Ohh yes, that!" She giggled. With his lengthy erection squashed against her mons, Garrett thrust his hips up and down, trying to buck her off. This forced Kristen to fall forward, dropping her chest against his. As Garrett flopped around, lifting him and his mom off the bed over and over, Kristen's big braless tits bounced and bobbled against him. "Ohh, Mom, you gotta stop!" Garrett begged, while laughing hestarically. "What's wrong, am I bothering that big monster in your boxers?" She asked playfully. "No, but I do have to pee." Kristren wouldn't let up. "Of course you do...that's why they call it a piss hard on, silly boy." As much as Garrett hated being tickled, the warm flesh of his mom's voluptuousness smothering his lean teenaged body was beyond what words could describe. Doug wheeled himself in the front door of the house and was kinda surprised at how quiet it was. He heard his wife let out a mischievous GIGGLE from somewhere inside. Wheeling himself down the hallway, Doug peeked just inside Kristen and Garrett's bedroom. "Get back over here, young man," he heard Kristen tease. Doug could see his wife and son frolicking under the covers. Their bodies formed a big bulge in the blankets, which rolled to one side, bounced a few times, then rolled back again, half-way across the bed. "I mean it, Mom. You gotta stop!" "When I'm ready," she giggled. Doug saw his wife's naked legs slide out from under the blankets. It was obvious now that Garrett was on top of her as her smooth tan legs crept up and around his midsection. Doug felt jealous, yet strangely aroused as he watched his wife's strong luscious legs clutch around their teenaged son's body. Her cute little tan bare feet flexed and pointed, making Doug remember all those times he had looked back in the mirror of their bedroom while he bucked in her saddle. He looked across the room and sure enough, there on the wall across from the bed was his favorite mirror. "Good morning, kids!" Doug finally said. He saw Kristen's head pop up over her son's shoulder and look at him, her hair disheveled. "Doug??" Doug tried not to show how bothered he was. "Yup, just got here. The guys are getting ready to bring the bed in." Kristen slid out from under her son and off the bed. The big jersey was slipping off her shoulder and she straightened it as she padded towards her husband on bare feet. "You said you would call me," she said. Doug noticed she was wearing Garrett's jersey, but bit his tongue. "Yeah sorry, it all happened kinda fast this morning." "Ohh...well..." she bent over and gave him a quick kiss, still seeming a bit out of breath from the mornings activities. "Welcome home, sweetheart" she said with a soft smile. Doug looked over and saw his son sitting up in bed. A bed that was once his. "Hey, dad," Garrett said, seeming a bit uncomfortable. Later that day, after getting Doug's room situated Kristen went down to her and Garrett's bedroom and found him in the man cave on his cell phone. As Garrett sat in his swing talking he saw his mom pull back the curtain just a tiny bit. Kristen was wearing a knee legth smocked strapless dress and her hair was pulled back in a pony. She was in a cute little stance, with one leg straight, the other bent at the knee. The heel of her front foot was kicked up and her cute little toes, with their red toenails, squatting against the floor. She smiled down at him almost playfully and blew him a kiss. "Hey Mom, do you care if I hit the tri-state fair for a few hours with Tim and Mitch?" Kristen nodded, but seemed a tad disappointed. "As long as you three don't cause trouble." "Cool, she said I could go. All right dude, I'll see you in an hour. Bye." Garrett said into the phone. "Thanks, Mom, it's the opening day and there's gonna be a few cool bands there." Kristen dropped down to her knees and crawled up between her son's legs. "I thought WE were going to the fair together?" Kristen said with a little pouty face. Garrett leaned back in the swing chair and watched as his mom crawled right up onto him like a prowling cougar. Her massive tits made the bust of the smock stretch way out and as she leaned up against him they half-flattened against his chest. "We can still go," he said. She softly kissed his lips. "You promise?" She asked, gazing down at him with those big gleaming green eyes. "Yeah." Kristen fed him another smacking kiss, slower this time. "You swear?" "Of course, we can go tomorrow if you want." Kristen turned over and sat on her son's lap, smothering his hard pecker in soft butt cheeks. She stretched her sexy legs straight out and leaned back against him. "Your sister's going today with her friends, so don't be surprised if you run into her there." Garrett was sorta taken back at the way his mom was sitting on him, but he tried not to show it. "Oh great, she'll probably be asking me for money." Kristen giggled as she used her legs to slowly swing them up and back a few times. "I'll make sure she has plenty so she'll leave you and your friends alone." Speaking of the obnoxious little sister, Cassie snuck into Kristen and Garrett's bedroom and quietly peeked into the closet. Through the curtain she could see her mom sitting on Garrett's lap, leaning back against his chest comfortably. "Sure you don't want to hang around here with me today... I think we might have our own little carnival ride here." Kristen said, as she made them swing freely off the floor. From the way he was sitting Garrett had quite the view. With his mom against his back like this he could stare straight down her smock, into her monster cleavage. When he gazed straight out, he could see her shimmering legs extended out, her sexy little bare feet pointed as they swung up and back only a foot from the floor. Kristen felt the teenaged dick flex against her ass. "We could call our ride the amazing boner swing," she giggled. "Yeah, funny, Mom." Kristen turned her head and kissed his cheek. "I hope you're not still embarrassed about those." "Well I had one this morning when you were tickling me...I was ok with it then wasn't I?" Garrett asked. "Mmm that you were...and I was pretty ok with it too." Kristen said, quickly squeezing her buttocks around the long pipe tucked snug between it's cheeks. "That's a relief...seeing as it gets like that a lot." Garrett said. "Well one thing's for sure...it feels pretty darn big...and strong too," she said, feeling her heart flutter. "What does?" "That lump in your shorts, silly," she giggled. "Isn't that how they're suppose to feel?" "Not when it's your mom's sitting on your lap." Kristen said almost jokingly. "I'm sorry, guess it is kinda wrong huh." Kristen kept swinging them, which made her butt-hole grind along the underside of the stiff throbbing cylinder of cock-meat. "Don't apologize, goofball. Do you hear your mom complaining?" Cassie raced from the doorway and into her father's room. Doug was sitting up in bed watching a baseball game. "Hey, Pumkin, what are you up to?" Doug asked, as she climbed up on the bed next to him. "Mommy's sitting on Garrett's lap." "She is huh...in the kitchen?" Doug asked. "No, in Garrett's closet, on his swing chair. They were talking about the lump in Garrett's shorts." Cassie said. Doug look at his daughter, confused. "The lump in his shorts?" "Daddy, is that when a boys pee-pee gets hard?" Cassie asked. "Honey, you're way too young to know about that stuff." "I think it is...cuz mommy was sitting on Garrett's pee-pee in the closet and she said it felt big and strong." Angered, Doug quickly pulled back the covers and lowered his bed. He tried to manuever into his wheelchair, but failed miserably and dropped to the floor. "Daddy!" Cassie cried out. Seconds later Kristen rushed into the room. "Doug?...Oh my God, honey, what happened?" Doug sat up on the floor. Cassie was bawling at this point. "Nothing...nothing, I'm fine," he said. "No you're not fine, you're on the floor. What the hell happened?" "I just had a little spill. Help me up into my chair, I'll be fine," he said, a tad embarrassed. Kristen helped her husband off the floor. "Cassie, stop crying honey, daddy's ok." Cassie rushed out of the room, still crying. "But I made him mad so I made him get hurt." "What did she do?" Kristen asked, showing some concern. "Forget it...we'll talk about it later." Kristen sat on the bed and took her husband's hand. "You know...the kids are both going to the fair tonight and..." "And what?" Doug asked. "And...well, it's been over two months," she said, cocking an eyebrow. "Well, a lot's happened in two months babe, including this." Doug said, motioning to his legs. "I know but...I just thought, maybe we could try..." A couple hours later Kristen was pouncing on her husband like a hungry cougar. They kissed desperately as she quickly peeled his shirt off. Doug was leaned back in bed and Kristen was straddling him. "Ohhh Doug...ohh God, I need it so bad." She sighed, pulling down her haulter and quickly unclaping her strapless bra. Kristen's huge tits sprung free from her bra and bobbled around wilding as she kissed on her husband some more. She began to rock her hips, grinding her swampy cunt against his non-exsistent bulge. "Oh fuck Doug, I need you!" She cried. She dismounted and ripped his shorts down to his knees. Without the least bit of hesitation the hungry cock-starved wife dove head first into his groin and started sucking his limp cock. Her head bobbed up and down frantically, trying to put some life in her husband shriveled appendage. While she sucked Kristen grabbed it at the base and tugged up and down, using all her tricks. "Please, Doug!" She moaned, then flailed her tongue around the spongy tip of his soft cock. In one swoop she swallowed his entire dong, right down to his balls and and drug her long pink tongue back and forth across his nuts. Her mouth formed a tight vacuum seal and began to suck hard on his cock. After a few minutes, Doug's limp pecker POPPED from Kristen's mouth. She reached under her dress and pulled her panties down. Doug watched them slide down her silky tan legs and over her little bare feet. Again Kristen mounted him. She reached under and grabbed his dick, pulling and tucking. Her dripping cunt hovered right over it, aching to be stuffed full. "Fuck me...oh God Doug, please fuck me!" She cried. Desperately, she brushed the mushroom tip back and forth against her inflamed clit, then down between her gooey slit. With unbridled horniess she bounced up and down against it, trying to force it inside. "Nooo! Oh please, Doug!" "I'm sorry baby." Doug said in a defeated tone, staring down in between the huge hanging utters bobbling in front of him. His cock started to worm inside the sucking mouth of Kristen's cunt. "Ohhh, yes, there it is!" Too wilted to go any further it popped right out. "FUCK!" Kristen shouted in frustration. She seemed near tears at this point. "I'm sorry honey, I just can't." Doug said. Kristen fell to one side of him on the bed and began to sniffle. Doug reached over and rubbed her shoulder tenderly. "Let me lick you." Kristen closed her eyes and shook her head, a little tear trickling down her cheek. "Just forget it," she said softly. "I can still pleasure you." "No Doug, you can't...but it's ok. I'll be fine," she said, forcing a smile. "We'll talk to the doctor, maybe there's something we can do...a drug or something to help me get an erection." Kristen seemed to be staring off into space. "Yeah....maybe." After a period of discouraged silence Doug said something he shouldn't have. "Well I heard someone else didn't have any problems getting an erection today." Kristen turned her head and looked at him. "What do you mean by that?" "Cassie said she saw you sitting on Garrett's lap in the closet and that you commented on how big and hard his... 'boner' was." Doug explained. Kristen felt her blood boil. After her huge let down she wasn't about to lie regarding the situation with her and her son. "Garrett and I were having an adult conversation. He's 18 years old, Doug, he's not a little boy anymore." "All I'm saying is...sitting on his lap...parading around here in front of him in a skimpy bikini...do you really think that's a good idea?" Doug asked, trying not to sound too upset. Kristen sat up and fed her husband a perturbed glare. "You wanna know what I think...then I'll tell you. I think you have enough issues of your own to deal with right now than to worry about what Garrett and I are doing!" "I just don't think it's appropriate." Kristen stood up off the bed, pulling the halter up over her breasts. "Last I checked I was a grown woman. I think I can decide what's appropriate for me and my son thank you very much." Doug raised his voice a little. "Wrestling around half-naked with him in bed and wrapping your legs up around him like you did this morning...is that what you call appropriate?" Kristen glared at her husband. "Look, all that's happened has taken an emotional toll on me, Doug and Garrett's been an incredible strength through all this. IT HAS brought us closer as a mother and son and if you don't like you can just go fuck yourself." Kristen said, then glanced as his limp pecker. "If you can even manage that," she said sarcastically, then marched out of the room. Garrett got home about 11pm that night to find his mom sprawled out on the couch. "Hey sweetie, how was the fair?" "The bands were awesome." Cassie stood at the end of the hallway in her PJ's. "I saw Garrett and his friends flirting with girls, Momma." "Shut up, I was not." Garrett snapped. "What are you still doing up, young lady?" Kristen asked, standing from the couch. Cassie put on her sad face. "I can't sleep." Kristen gave her son an almost jealous smile as she passed him. "Flirting with the girls huh?" "We were talking to them...we weren't flirting." Cassie nodded. "Yes you were." Kristen guided her daughter away. "Come on, back to bed for you, young lady." Garrett went into the mancave and sat in the swing on his laptop to check his email. Through the silky curtain he saw his mom stroll into the closet. "That little girl. I think she had way too much sugar at the fair today." Kristen said. Through the curtain Garrett could see his mom sliding the halter dress off. His mouth fell open as he realized she was now in just her bra and panties. "Probably," he muttered. He couldn't make out much detail, but he could see just enough through the semi-transparent cloth to send blood rushing to his teenaged cock. Kristen reached around and unclasped her strapless bra. "So tell me about the girls that you were flirting with." Garrett could see the shapes of her her big mommy-boobs wobbling as the sprung free. He could see the large dark circles of areola on the tips. "They're just girls from my school...but I really wasn't flirting." Kristen grabbed the hem of her little panties and slid them down her legs. "So you haven't had sex with any of these girls?" Garrett watched for a second as his mom stood there completely nude, brushing back her hair with her long nails. "No, I don't even really know any of them that well." Kristen threw on her white short silk robe, tied it around her waist, then walked over and peeked around the curtain. Garrett looked up to see her smiling down at him mischievously. "Are we enjoying the benefits yet?" Kristen asked. Garrett recalled their discussion the day prior and his mom's comment about the benefits of sharing a room together. He giggled a little under his breath, looking a tad embarrassed. "I guess." "I'm gonna grab a shower and put on my nightie. Then I'll come back and we'll go to bed, okay?" Kristen asked. Garrett nodded, his penis starting to throb, his heart starting to race. "Yup." After her shower Kristen peeked in on her husband. Doug was watching some sports when he heard her tap at the door. "Garrett and I are going to bed. I just wanted to say goodnight." Doug felt a surge of jealousy as he looked at his gorgeous wife standing in the doorway in nothing but a tiny robe. Her hair was still damp and slicked back and her smooth tan legs had a light sheen from having just been shaved and lotioned. "I'm sorry about ealier today. I may have overracted I guess," he said. Kristen strolled over to her husband's bedside and smiled down at him lovingly. "It's been a stressful time for everyone." "You know I love you right?" Doug asked. "Yes I do...and I love you too," she answered, then leaned over and gave him a peck on the lips. When she did this Doug's could see inside the open slit in her robe. He could tell she had on something very sexy and very scanty underneath it. "I'll see you in the morning," she said. Doug watched his wife stroll out of the bedroom, the pillowy swell of her meaty buttocks swaying gently. He heard her little bare feet pad down the hallway, then his wife and son's bedroom door click closed. Garrett had just crawled in bed when his mom returned. "Hey, handsome, you warming that bed up for us?" Kristen asked as she sashayed over to her side. "Well it's another hot night. Don't want to warm it up too much," he answered. Garrett watched his mom untie her sash and let the robe slip to the floor. Kristen was wearing a white sheer dainty baby doll nighty with spaghetti straps and matching G-string panties. The set had beautiful detailed butterfly applique. As she crawled into bed Garrett watched her tits flounder as they strained against the flimsy top. She moved under the big fluffy comforter and slid over against him. "Mmm, I need some snuggle time." Garrett couldn't help but SIGH as he felt her warm soft flesh smother his side. Kristen lay her head down against his chest and Garrett felt one of her smooth legs slide across his. "I missed you today," she whispered. "Missed you too. Did you still wanna go to the fair tomorrow?" Kristen lifted her head and gazed into his eyes dotingly. "As long as I'm with you I'll go anywhere." "What if I wanted to hang out at the sewage treatment plant?" Garrett joked. Kristen giggled and poked him. "Smart ass." "Well, you said anywhere." There was a short period of silence before Kristen got a quirky smile. "You're hard again." "Huh?" Garrett muttered, trying to act stupid. Kristen gazed down at the obvious protrusion in the blankets. "You have a hard-on silly...just like you did yesterday and last night....and this morning...and this afternoon and dozens of times in between I'm sure. " she giggled flirtingly. "Yeah, it does get like that a lot." Garrett blushed. "Well, that's because it's trying to tell you something." "Tell me what?" Kristen looked into his eyes with a innocent smile. "What do you think? When a penis gets hard it mean it needs to be masturbated to orgasm. Sweetie, when was the last time you took care of yourself?" "Yesterday morning," he answered. "Yesterday morning?! Garrett Hill, you can't be serious." Kristen said sympathetically. "Well, we've been kinda busy, Mom." "I know, baby, but you need to make sure you always take time out of your day for things like that...no matter what's going on." Kristen said. Garrett glanced towards the door. "Well, I guess I could go into the bathroom and take care of it real quick." "Don't be ridiculous. This is your bedroom. You shouldn't have to retreat down the hallway every time you need to masturbate." Kristen said. "I know, but now that we're sharing a room and everything, maybe I..." Garrett started then his mom cut him off. "Hey, we had this discussion yesterday. Erections and masturbation are a perfectly natural part of life and we're both grown adults, remember?" Garrett still seemed a bit uncomfortable. "I know, Mom...it just seem a little weird, that's all." Kristen smiled as she sat up and tucked her legs to one side. "You're just silly. Scootch over here and lay your head on my lap." Garrett slid over and rested his head against his mom's legs. He felt the breath being sucked from his lungs as he caught site of the underside of her protruding breasts through the flimsy nightie looming over his face. Kristen peeked over the swell of her enormous boobs, smiling down at him. "Are you comfy?" "Yeah," he whispered. "Which hand do you use to stroke yourself off with?" Kristen asked. "My left." "That's what I figured. Bring it up here to my mouth," she said. Garrett brought his hand up and Kristen spit out some saliva into it. "That should get you started until your penis starts leaking out it's precum." "Ohh umm...okay." Garrett muttered, his heart pounding. "Holy fuck, was this really happening?" He thought. Kristen stroked his cheek tenderly. "Hey...I want you to just relax and give yourself some pleasure okay? Just like you would if I wasn't here." Garrett nodded, then reached under the comforter, where his hardness had already found its way out of the fly in his boxers and was standing tall and proud. He coated the tip with Kristen's spit and started to twist his fist around it. As he began jerking on his rod he looked up again to find his own loving mom smiling down at him. "There, now doesn't that feel better?" She whispered. "Yeah." Garrett muttered. Her big gleaming green eyes were enough to make him melt. "I'm so glad we can share this," she said. Kristen looked over and watched the blanket rise and fall from her son's jerking. He gradually increased his pace and she looked back down at him, then again at the blanket. Garrett could see the thrill in her expression. "Oh that's it...make it feel good, sweetie," she said. Garrett gazed up at the underside of his mom's breasts. Two huge curves of tit-flesh that he was making tremble from his steady fisting. A lewd creamy sound filled the room as precum now trickled in a constant stream from Garrett's piss-slit and lubricated his shaft. Garrett mustered up enough courage to ask his mom the unavoidable. "What about you, Mom? You must need to...you know, masturbate too sometimes." Kristen giggled. "More times than I like to admit." "Well...you can always join me you know." Kristen fed him a quirky little smile. "That wouldn't...bother you?" Garrett smiled, still stroking steadily. "Why would it bother me? This is your bedroom too right?" "True...guess I shouldn't be afraid to follow some of my own advice huh?" "Lift up a sec." Kristen slid out from under him and replaced her lap with a comfy pillow for her son. She sprawled out on her back right beside him and slid under the covers. Kristen turned her head and kissed Garrett on the cheek. "Are you sure you don't mind if I masturbate with you?" "Of course not," he answered, trying to conceal his excitement. "And promise me you won't tell anyone we did this. I mean it sweetie, it's just between us okay?" Garrett nodded as he watched his mom slip her hand under the blanket. "Don't worry, Mom...I'm not like Cassie. I can keep my mouth shut," he giggled. "Your sister has the biggest mouth on the planet." Kristen joked. "I won't argue with that." "Mmmmhhh." Kristen sighed as she started rubbing her engorged clitoris. If Garrett's penis wasn't throbbing before, it certainly was now. He felt it flex in his gooey fist. Mom and son looked up at the ceiling as they stroked on their genitals. Garrett could hear his mother's sharp QUIVERING BREATH as she pleasured herself beside him. "O-o-ohh yeah, this is soo nice!" Kristen said in a sighing whispered. Garrett kept a steady pace, jerking on his throbbing cock-rod. "Yeah it is." Kristen lets out a SHARP BREATH, jerking her head to one side and throwing her knees back. Garrett could see her arm shaking rapidly and knew that she was frantically rubbing her pussy beneath the covers. "Ohhh...feels soooo good," she whispered. Garrett felt his mom's free hand slide into his and they interlaced their fingers together. She squeezed his hand tightly as she let out another quivering GASP. Suddenly Kristen winced and arched her back. "Oh God, I'm gonna cum!!!" It was the most amazing thing Garrett had ever seen. There he layed on his back stroking his big dick and watching his own busty mom flop around like a fish beside h