Diana Butts - Ball in the family

Ursula Roberts lay on her bed vaguely feeling up her cunt when she heard her fifteen-year-old son Jack come in downstairs. She had meant to spend the evening reading, but as often happened, her hand had found its way between her legs and had started to tease and caress the tingling wet womanflesh there. The book was interesting, though, so instead of really beating herself off in earnest, she had continued to read while lightly caressing the buttery labia.

"That you, Jack?" she called out.

"Uh-huh."

"You're back a bit early, aren't you?" she said. Her son had gone out with a girl he really liked, and Ursula was surprised he hadn't stayed out later.

"Yeah, I guess it is kind of early," he said. His voice didn't sound very happy, that was for sure.

"Jack, would you come here a minute," Ursula said gently. She was a very dedicated mother, and if her son was unhappy, she wanted to see if she could find out why, so as to be able to cheer him up. She slid her hand away from her cunt, and pulled her bathrobe over her sexy nightie. Ursula was a magnificent forty year old who loved to clothe her voluptuous form in sexy negligees and things of that sort.

Jack came in looking very bedraggled. Ursula got the impression that he was almost on the point of tears.

"Your date didn't work out very well, did it?" she asked gently.

"Mom… it was awful!"

"Why don't you sit here on the bed and tell me all about it?" She liked having a male sitting on the edge of her bed, even when it was just her son.

"We were dancing, and this big guy came up and asked Sherry if she wanted to dance. She looked him over and said yes, and that was just about the last I saw of her. I tried to cut back in later, but she just turned to me and said 'sorry, I'm set for the evening'. So I came home."

There was a sob in his voice as he recounted this humiliation, then he really started to cry in earnest, and his embarrassment over what had happened with Sherry was made all the worse by the shame he felt at losing control of himself in front of his mother like this. But she understood that he also needed to be comforted, so she took him in her arms and pressed him close to her.

"There, there, don't you worry about a thing," she said softly, stroking his hair.

Jack did indeed feel comforted by his mother's warmth and closeness, but he felt something else, too – namely, a swelling of his cock! He had dreamed about this date with Sherry for days, had beaten off imagining how it would be to press her soft, female body against his, and although Sherry had ditched him, this was indeed a very soft, very female body pressing against him now. Ursula had very full, firm breasts, and the way they were squashed against his chest really made his dick cram hard against the fabric of his underpants. His mother was wearing a flimsy nightie and an equally flimsy bathrobe, and he thought that he could feel her nipples pressing through his shirt.

He could, too, and the reason wasn't hard to find. Her big pinkish-brown nipples were no longer soft rosebuds but swollen passion-nubs, eager for the touch of a man's fingers of lips.

Ursula had often felt sort of excited by her son – seeing him in his bathrobe going to take a bath, for example – but she had shrugged off her feelings. She was far too natural a woman to worry about having "wrong" thoughts. But what she was feeling now was also far too powerful for her to ignore. Somehow, the combination of her son's fine adolescent looks with his childlike need at the moment to be protected and comforted really turned her on. She felt her clit harden and drop after drop of feminine lubricant ooze down the soft inside of her cunt to collect in droplets on the dainty pubic fluff which grew between her legs.

Without knowing exactly what she wanted to do, she pressed Jack all the closer and started to kiss him. The kisses could be interpreted as maternal kisses of the usual sort, but they could be interpreted as something else, too. Jack found himself slipping his tongue into his mother's mouth and pressing it against her tongue. All the things he had dreamed of doing with Sherry he now found himself wanting to do with his mother. And unlike Sherry, who had more or less publicly ditched him, his mother was loving and understanding.

Ursula's husband Clifton had been away on a business trip for about a week, and although she had masturbated pretty regularly, that sure as hell wasn't the same thing as having a nice hard hunk of cock up her hole, firing its load of spunk. So the presence of her son's tongue in her mouth, reminding her as it did of something else of his she could have inside her body if she wanted it, made her cunt give a little spasmodic contractions of excitement.

"You're good," she whispered to Jack. She knew what she was encouraging him to do, and for the life of her she couldn't tell whether she was doing so because she was hot or because she knew what a good fuck would do for his battered ego. She didn't know, and she didn't care, either.

That husky whisper of hers was all it took to make up Jack's mind for him. His prick already felt like it was going to burst through his pants. He just had to have this wonderful, soft warm woman, and he had to have her now. He slid his hand in her bathrobe and caressed one of her lace-covered breasts. It was so round, and full, and firm. He squeezed the prominent nipple, and his mother gave a little shudder of delight. He pressed on the underside of the tit, and the thing came popping out of the top of her nightie. He rubbed his hands over it again, but man, oh man, it was so much better to be feeling smooth, female skin than the fabric of her nightgown. The nipple was so big, so hard… He pinched it again, and his mother let out a low moan.

She was delighted that he was taking the lead, playing the aggressive role like this. Like many mothers, she was very anxious for her son to grow up into a virile man, and it really made her clit tingle to realize that when it came to sex, he was more than ready to occupy the driver's seat. And in addition, her tits had always been extremely sensitive, so the purely physical side of the action she was getting there would have been enough by itself to drive her cunt up the wall.

"Nice! Nice!" she gasped. Her own hands weren't completely idle, though, since though she thought that the man should generally take the lead in sex, she certainly didn't believe the woman should act like some damn corpse. She started out by squeezing his prick through the fabric of his pants. Then he pulled down the zipper.

His prick really punched out against the white cloth of the underpants as the constraint of the trousers was removed. Ursula pulled his underpants down so that his aching cock could at long last stretch out to its full, hard length. She gave it a squeeze that nearly sent it shuddering off in its come right then and there.

For that matter, the thought of squeezing her own son's prick, and the feeling of its stiffness in her hand, almost made her come herself.

"Mom! That's just outasight!" he gasped.

He had her bathrobe drawn back and both of her tits pulled over the top of her nightie. He was kissing and licking them, and showing a great deal of natural aptitude in doing so, too. As far as Ursula knew, he hadn't had much sexual experience – he was in many ways a rather shy and retiring boy – but now that an opportunity had finally arrived for him to do his stuff, he sure knew how to take advantage of it. Instead of just doing the easy thing, which would have been to take his mother's nipples in his mouth and suck on them, he was really teasing her breasts so as to work her up to a state of real sexual frenzy. He began by kissing the soft globes on their undersides where they folded over to meet the wall of chest. No one had ever done that to Ursula before, and she was a bit surprised to discover just how sensitive she was at that spot. Then, after pushing the tits around with his mouth, he started to kiss his way in towards the nipple of the right one, progressing with tender little kisses in a circular pattern.