Michael Jaegger - Captive family

Cathy observed her son through slitted eyes, being careful not to let him know she was watching him. She felt an itching wetness in her pussy as Bobby fondled his cock. It had been years since she had last seen her son naked. Bobby would have been only about ten or eleven at the time, and she remembered that his cock had been cute and boyishly small. She wondered what it looked like now, all hard and stiff, swollen with blood and desire… desire for her, his own mother. Cathy watched as the boy's free hand moved back and forth inside his pants. It was obvious he was masturbating. She had never thought of Bobby jacking off, and it excited her. Her son was a male animal… he had a prick, and it would get hard… and if he pulled on it long enough it would spurt out a hot stream of nice milky jism. Cathy pictured it in her mind and tried to imagine what it would taste like. Her throat was dry.

Cathy felt the urge to put a hand on her cunt and rub her itching clit. Since discovering the joys of female-female sex in prison, she didn't masturbate much anymore, only when she felt the need strongly, only when she was unusually stimulated, and her son was stimulating her unusually. She wished she could fondle herself while she watched him masturbate. Her need for a deep, satisfying orgasm was strong. Only the faint feelings of guilt she still felt, prevented her from going any further. She almost gasped aloud when Bobby pulled his cock out of his pants. It was hard as a rock and Cathy's cunt twitched involuntarily at the very sight of it. His gaze flicked back and forth from the road to his mother, still unaware that she was watching him, his eyes darting first to her crotch and then to her tits, and back again. All the while his fist jerked up and down on his stiff prick.

Cathy watched, fascinated by the size and youthful vigour of her son's cock, trembling as she imagined it pushing between her legs, the swollen, purple head sliding smoothly up into her cunt, his hands around her tits.

"Ohhhh, God, yessss!" Cathy whispered under her breath. The thought of sex with her own son was extremely arousing. She was just about to throw caution to the wind and reach for Bobby's gorgeous prick when the boy suddenly stuffed it back into his pants. Cathy sat up in alarm when he cursed loudly.

"What's wrong, honey?" she asked, surprised. Bobby didn't answer for a few seconds. He was staring into the rearview mirror, a look of concern on his worried features.

"Cops, I think!" he breathed. "Closing on us in a fuckin' hurry, too!" Cathy looked back and saw a set of red and blue flashing lights approaching, fast. She touched her son's shoulder to calm him down.

"Don't panic, baby. It's probably nothing. Just slow down and stay cool, okay."

"Okay, Mom."

Both of them held their breaths as the police car approached rapidly. It soon overtook them and sped past, siren wailing off into the distance. Cathy breathed a sigh of relief and turned to her son.

"Thank Christ!" she gasped.

"You can fuckin' say that again," Bobby murmured in reply. Cathy cast a quick glance at his crotch. The formidable bulge was gone, and Cathy felt strangely disappointed. Like a child who is promised a lollipop only to have it snatched out from under her very nose.

"We've got to get off the highway, Mom. It's gonna be crawling with cops all night," said Bobby looking for somewhere to pull off the road.

Cathy agreed with him, she was dying for a shower.

Bobby pulled into the next motel they came to and parked as far away from the office as he could.

"You go in and register alone, hon," said Cathy, keeping low in the seat. "The cops will be looking for a woman, not a single guy. I'll sneak in when you open the door."

"I'm real good at sneaking girls into my room, Mom!" grinned Bobby.

"I just bet you are!" replied his mother, hoping the jealousy she suddenly felt didn't show. "Here, take this bag, and make it convincing." Bobby got out of the car and Cathy watched him go, her eyes on her son's tight, jean-clad butt as he walked towards the office. Bobby was back in under five minutes, a door key in his hand.

"How'd it go?" asked his mother.

"Fine! No sweat at all! I told the old guy at the desk I'd be staying a week so he gave me a room with airconditioning at no extra cost!"

"Shit, what did you do that for, Bobby?" asked Cathy. "We aren't staying that long!"

Bobby only smiled…

"Don't worry, Mom! We only have to pay a deposit, and the balance in the morning. I was thinking we could kind of leave and, you know, forget to pay the rest. It works out five dollars cheaper." Cathy ruffled his hair and kissed his cheek.

"My son the businessman," she chuckled. "Like father like son, eh?" Bobby put his arm around his mother and they headed for their room, his hand snugged against the underside of one breast. Cathy leaned against him enjoying the contact. Anyone watching would have taken the pair for lovers rather than mother and son.

Once inside, Bobby looked around.

"Mmmmmmm, hey, this isn't half bad, Mom!" His mother agreed, and she liked it more and more when she discovered the comfortably large double bed.

"Gosh, Mom, there's only one bed," said Bobby with a faint smile on his face. Cathy looked at her young son with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

"Looks like there's plenty of room to me," she grinned. "You don't mind sleeping with your dear old mother, do you, Son?"

"No, Mom. I don't mind at all," replied Bobby, unable to suppress the hint of expectation that crept into his voice. Cathy headed for the bathroom, a broad smile on her lovely features.

"I'm going to freshen up, honey. I've been dying for a hot shower all day."

"Okay, Mom!"

Bobby looked around the room, and spotted the mini-bar. It was well stocked with liquor, and so was the small refrigerator.

"Mmmmm, after tonight, I think I deserve a couple of brews," he muttered to himself. Taking one out, Bobby twisted off the cap, downing almost half the bottle in one gulp. He sat on the edge of the bed and turned on the TV. The coloured images flickered before his eyes but Bobby's mind was elsewhere. He was still thinking about his mother and how hot she had looked in the car, with her legs apart and her dress almost up around her waist. His cock began to stiffen again at the very thought. He glanced toward the bathroom door and heard the sounds of running water. Even though it was his own mother in there taking a shower, Bobby couldn't stop thinking about how fantastic she must look, completely nude, the water from the shower making her tanned flesh glisten as it cascaded down over her gorgeous body, splashing over her tits and running down between her naked thighs.

Bobby moaned low in his throat at the deliciously sexy image. Tossing back his head, he finished off the rest of the bottle in one gulp. He went to the fridge and grabbed another. Despite the beer he'd just finished, his mouth seemed incredibly dry. Bobby sipped the second beer more slowly, all the while darting glances at the closed bathroom door. There was a look of frustration on his young face. Although he was only fifteen, Bobby had always had a way with members of the opposite sex. He had fucked plenty of girls his own age, several older women too. With his youthful good looks and charm, it had been easy, but this was different. 'Shit! How do you put the make on your own mother?' he thought. He was still pondering the question when he heard his mother call out from the bathroom.

"Bobby! Can you come in here for a second, sweetheart. I need your help, Son!"

Bobby's face dissolved into a devilish grin. He couldn't believe his luck.

"Yesss! There must be a God after all," he muttered. Polishing off the rest of his beer, Bobby headed eagerly for the bathroom and opened the door. He tried to appear calm, but when he saw his mother, he almost gasped out loud. Cathy was standing in front of the mirror, trying to fasten the catch on her necklace. She was wearing only a short robe, but she hadn't even bothered to pull it closed. Bobby could see half of each tit and all of her fur-covered mound.