Donna Allen - Hot loving mom

My God, what'll I do now? she thought. The house was still, Jason had gone into his room and it was so quiet Kerry could hear her heart pound. Her fingers shook and her knees almost buckled under her as she went to the kitchen and poured herself a scotch on the rocks.

I just need something to quiet my nerves, she thought as she gulped the scotch. I've got to sort my thoughts out. Damn, why did I let Lou come here!

Lou's son, Lucky, was home today and Lou had convinced her there would be no harm in getting together in her house. He knew Elliot always went out on Saturdays and thought too that Jason would be out. So against her better judgment, she'd let him come over because she was dying to get laid.

That's what I get for being horny, she thought as she heated up the coffee. God's punishing me for my sins. Oh, Jesus, what'll I do about Jason?

An hour passed and still she heard nothing from Jason's room. She took a deep breath and decided to go upstairs and confront him. Maybe he was old enough to understand why grownups did things like this. She knew Jason was partial to her over his father. Boys his age were usually closer to the parent of the opposite sex. She would try to explain it to him. What else could she do?

She poured herself another scotch before she took a deep breath and went upstairs. She stood outside Jason's room. She had thrown on a robe and still wore the garter belt and stockings she'd bought for fucking with Lou. Her asshole felt sore and her pussy was wet with cuntjuice and for a moment she thought maybe she'd shower, before confronting the teenager.

Clearing her throat, she knocked on the door. Showering now would only be a way to avoid the confrontation. Might as well get it over with.

"Yeah?" Jason said through the door.

"Can I come in, Son?"

"Sure."

The blood racing in her temples, she pushed the door open and walked into the room.

Jason was lying in bed, on top of the blanket, his face hidden in the pillow. He was wearing only tight jeans and he looked so cute and vulnerable stretched out with his tiny ass in the air and his face hidden against the bedclothes.

"We better talk, Son," she said softly.

"What's there to talk about?"

This was harder than she'd anticipated. "It would help if you'd look at me!" she said, sitting down on the chair next to the bed.

She crossed her legs and tried to relax and in a moment the teenager turned over onto his back. "Okay," he muttered, but he averted his eyes.

"Well, this has been quite a morning, hasn't it?" she said.

"Yeah."

He finally met her gaze and Kerry almost cried at the expression in his eyes. He was only a kid and this was his first experience with the grown-up world. God, what a mess she'd created!

"I want to explain," she said.

"You don't have to, Mom," he said.

"Your father and I…" she began.

"I know, Mom."

"But, you've got to understand…"

"I know how he treats you."

He turned onto his belly again and buried his face in the pillow.

"Jason, you're making this very difficult for me, son."

"Shit, Mom, how do you think it is for me?"

He turned over onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. His eyes blazed and she could see he was fighting tears. She reached over and touched his arm.

"Honey, maybe we better finish talking another time when we're both calmer."

"Let's talk now, Mom."

Kerry moved onto the bed and hovered over Jason, patting his chest. She brought her legs onto the bed and began talking. "You're old enough to understand about sex," she began. Jason nodded and smirked.

"Jeez, Mom, I've been around."

"I know, darling," she smiled. "Anyway, you know your father isn't always the most thoughtful husband in the world. You've noticed that."

"Who wouldn't?"

"Anyway, when a woman is married to a man like that, she has to, if she's a warmblooded woman, she has to find other outlets for her sex drive."

For the first time Jason grinned. "Jesus, Mom, you don't have to explain about that. I know you've got to get your rocks off too?"

"What a way to express it," Kerry giggled, stroking his bare chest. "I'd forgotten how sophisticated kids are today."

"I just wish you'd some to me instead of that palooka Lou Bradley."

Kerry's head throbbed. "Come to you? Do you know what you're saying, Son?"

"Well, why not?" he said softly. "He didn't do anything I can't do."

"But, Jason, that's incest!"

"I don't care."

He pushed her arm away and turned onto his side, covering his face with the pillow. Kerry sat there frozen with shock. Was it possible her son was hot for her? She knew it happened in the best of families, but never thought it would happen in hers.

Her entire body quivering, she forced him to turn to her and lowered her face to his. "Maybe it's not too late," she whispered.

The teenager's eyes glittered and his face split in a grin. "You mean it, Mom?"

"Do you have a hard-on right now?" Her excitement mounted as she gazed at the bulge in his crotch.

"Sure!" he said hoarsely.

"Take your clothes off then and show me what you've got," she said.

She at back on the chair and watched as the teenager stripped his clothes off. She blew him a kiss when she saw his stiff dick, pointing up toward the ceiling.

"Beautiful, Jason," she said. "Lay down again and play with yourself for your mother."

"You want me to jerk off?"

"Well, just play with your cock a little, but don't let the faucet explode."

The boy chuckled as he climbed onto the bed and spread his legs. Kerry's mouth watered at the sight of his plum-shaped cockhead and jism-filled balls.

"Don't worry if you come," she said. "I know boys your age don't have as much control as older men." When she saw the worried expression in his eyes she quickly assured him she didn't care. "I can get you hard again if you come, Son. Boys your age can get hard fast. That's one of the advantages of youth."

He smiled shyly as he ran his fingers up and down his cockshaft. His balls were almost hairless and his cock was still the color of a small boy's. The blue veins that bulged out on his shaft were in sharp contrast to the velvety pink of his meat. Her pussy throbbed at the sight. And to think that all the time she'd thought about Jason in sexual terms, he'd thought about her too!

He began pumping faster. His eyes darted over her body and she untied her robe and showed him her tits. He visibly shook as his fingers streaked up and down his fuckpole and Kerry held her boobs in her hands and pointed them in the boy's direction.

"You can suck them later if you want to," she whispered.

Jason moaned in response. His breathing became ragged and he shut his eyes as a geyser of whitish jism shot out of his cockhead and streamed into the air.

Kerry shivered with excitement. It was so crazy to be sitting here and watching her son jerk off. She worked her lips, her tongue snaking out of her mouth as if she were sucking him off.

Splash after splash of spunk shot out of his jizz-slit and dropped back down on his belly and thighs and chest. Kerry rose from her chair and climbed onto the bed, opening her mouth like a tiny sparrow and trying to capture the last few drops in her mouth.

"Jesus, Mom!" Jason smiled. "I couldn't help it."

"That's okay, darling," she crooned, kissing his cheeks. "Mother understands."

She wiped up the jism with her bare hands. With a twinkle in her eye, she licked it off and rolled it around her tongue. "Delicious!" she grinned.

"Hey, Mom, you really dig it, don't you?"

"I do, Jason," she said, leaning over and darting her tongue over his moist dick.

He moaned as Kerry licked his cock clean. She giggled and picked her head up, curling her fingers around his limp prick.