Part 3
Things were normal for the next couple of weeks. We never mentioned the pictures again, other than when I asked him to delete them a few days after sending them to him. Jake started summer vacation and was out with his friends, most of the time. He told me about this girl that he was interested in and soon they went on their first date. He was so excited, telling me all of the details. With his attention on this new girl, he seemed calmer around me but filled with questions on what to do with her.
One Saturday I had the house to myself once again. Tom was out with his parents and Jake was out with his friends. I smoked a bowl and cranked up the music and started to clean the house, my usual Saturday routine. It was really hot and after a few hours of cleaning, and another bowl, I found myself in my thin tank top and panties, just sitting on the couch. I took another hit of my bowl when I heard Jake call my name. I slowly looked up and smiled at him. He asked me what I was doing and I told him just being high and relaxing. He laughed then sat next to me. I handed him the bowl and he took a few hits before passing it back to me.
“Can I ask you a question about women?” He started and I just looked at him and smiled. “Ok, I was out with Shayna and we were watching a movie and I slid my hand to her vagina and under her panties and she stopped me and said she was dry and I was tickling her. I stopped and then we started kissing and I slid my hand down again and she said the same thing, so we ended up just kissing. What does that mean, she’s dry?”
“Oh honey,” I sat up a little on the couch and turned towards him. “It just meant she wasn’t in the mood and you have to take your time and warm her up.”
“Oh, but why wasn’t she in the mood after kissing?”
I explained to him that I couldn’t speak for her but that some women take longer than others and sometimes, you just aren’t going to get in the mood.
“The best thing you can do is be respectful, like you were.” I concluded.
He asked if there was a way that he could have done a better job in that situation and I explained to him that he should just be patient, that things would happen when they’re meant to happen. He begged me for some pointers and admitted that when he asked his Dad, he didn’t get any real good advice.
“Ok, pretend we’re watching a movie and I’m Shayna,” I began, turning to face the TV. I grabbed the remote and turned off the music and then turned on the TV. An Angels game was on the TV. “This is perfect.” And I settled into the couch. He turned and faced the TV.
“So, we’re watching the game. Sit closer to me.” He sat up against me and leaned back a little. “What did you do with Shayna?”
“I put my hand on her leg and then to her vagina.”
“No baby, that’s way too fast. I know you’re really eager to have sex but you have to be patient. Just enjoy her company and be satisfied with that and nothing more.” I continued with my lesson. “I’m Shayna right now, but I’m also your mother. You don’t get to touch my pussy, so you can’t rush there. Instead, we’re going to enjoy this game and enjoy being next to each other. Make sense?”
“I guess.” He responded, clearly still confused.
“Here.” I grabbed his hand and put it on my leg, near my knee and instructed him to relax. We sat back and watched the game for a moment, neither of us moving. I put my hand on his leg as well and scooted a little closer to him, laying my head on his shoulder.
“This is nice.” I said, smiling. “Just the two of us, right?”
“Yeah.” He smiled.
“Are you thinking about touching my pussy right now?”
“A little.” He said candidly. I laughed.
“Ok ok, horndog. Instead of just thinking about that, take those sexual thoughts and energy and focus them to the tips of your fingers.”
“What?” he turned towards me a little.
“Just pretend the goal is to touch a small area of my leg. You don’t want to tickle me, so you have to move slowly with a little pressure, like this.” I moved my fingers on his leg, moving them towards his knee and back to my original spot, then stopped. Then I moved my fingers along the outside of his leg, just a tiny bit and stopped again. “Get it?”
He mimicked my movements on my leg.
“Great, just a little more pressure. Perfect.” I said, watching the start of the 4th inning. “Now just watch the game.” I played with his leg until the commercial break. “See how I did that? Did it feel good?”
“Yeah, it was nice.”
“But you hardly moved your hand, why?”
“I don’t know, I was nervous I’d do it wrong.” He said.
“Don’t think about that, just think about how good it feels to touch my skin, especially when we’re high.” I laughed.
“And this will get her horny?” he asked desperately.
“Jake! Come on baby, remember, that’s not the goal. The goal is to have fun, if she gets horny, great. If she doesn’t get horny, great.”
“Ok.” He said, putting his head down a little, disappointed he failed the lesson already.
“Ok, bottom of the 4th, I want you to play with my leg this inning.”
During the quick three and out, he nervously touched my leg, his fingers trembling and movements awkward. We talked about technique during the commercials and I put my hand on his during the top of the 5th. I showed him how to move and soon his fingers stopped trembling. I took my hand off of his and he randomly moved around my leg. I put my hand back on his leg as we continued to focus on the game. During the bottom of the 5th, the Angels finally scored a run.
“Finally.” I said, squeezing his thigh. Jake sat further back at that moment, relaxing even more, his hand casually slid to my thigh as he did.
“That was a nice hit.” He said.
He began to casually talk about the game, no longer concentrating on his hand as he continued to play with my leg. He took out his phone and looked up the standings and stats on some of the players, replacing his hand casually on my thigh when he was done. His hand felt good on my skin and I could tell that my pussy was reacting, getting wet and my clit starting to arouse. I tried not to think about it so I got up and got us some drinks and we smoked another bowl. When we settled back down, his hand went right back to my thigh and we sat there in silence.
“You’re doing really well. Feeling better?” I asked after a few minutes.
“Yeah!” He said excitedly. “I finally get what you were saying. Touching your leg, when I’m not thinking about sex, is nice.”
“Exactly.” I smiled, proud of myself for being able to teach him the lesson without anything sexual happening.
“Fuck” he said suddenly, breaking me from my thoughts as Texans scored a run. “No outs and men on third and second. Not good.” He sat up a little, focusing his attention on the game and I mimicked his concern. The game got a little exciting and we got lost in it. He removed his hand from my leg and leaned forward. I kept my hand on his thigh, rubbing it more to give him comfort. Another run scored and my hand circle got a little larger. Finally, the Angels got an out, then they purposely loaded the bases. We both focused on the game as the batter struck out.
“Gezzus.” Jake said, “Just one more out.” My hand moved higher up his inner thigh but I hadn’t realized it, as my focus was on the game. The final batter grounded to first and Jake jumped up to cheer. I could see, as I smiled at him, that he had an erection, clearly visible through his shorts.
“Ok, only two runs, not hopeless.” He smiled as he sat back down. He seemed to not care about his erection and I didn’t mention it. He put his hand back on my thigh. “This is fun. Thanks Mom.”
He gave me a smile and I laid back on the couch as he sat up. He rubbed my leg excitedly when the Angels’ batter stepped to the plate. I laid back and just focused on the game, not on his hand which was moving closer and closer to my crotch. I watched as the batter reached first, my legs spreading a little, instinctively to his touch. His pinky finger traced the outline of my panties, playing with the cotton covered elastic. Slowly he moved his pinky over the border until his hand was fully on my crotch, his fingers pressing down. I grabbed his hand and moved it off of me and put it back on his leg. He looked over at me confused.
“As Shayna, you did well.” I smiled. “But as your mom, I’m stopping you there.”
“I can’t touch your leg anymore?” He asked innocently.
“Yeah, you can touch my leg but not my crotch, ok?” I said sternly. He turned red, explaining that he didn’t realize his hand was there. I smiled, assuring him it was fine, and we talked briefly about how natural it felt. The Angels scored a run, but it went unnoticed, as he asked me about his performance and if he turned me on. I hesitated, not sure how to answer.
“Ok, honestly, you did, but that doesn’t mean you will turn her on this way.” I tried to concentrate on the lesson. “Now, watch the game.”
He smiled and turned to the TV, mentioning the score. His hand went back to my inner thigh as he leaned back on the couch. I put my hand on his thigh as well, as we sat silently through the commercials. I didn’t want to tell him how much his touches turned me on. How I missed days like this with his father. How just being touched, after so long, felt so good. How I missed his father’s touch, any man’s touch, and my body was clearly reacting. I wanted to enjoy this moment, as much as he did, and I was going to allow myself this, just for one day. I ran my fingers along the fabric of his basketball shorts until I reached the edge and ran my fingers on his hairy legs. The feel of his hair felt good on my fingers and I slid my hand easily under the fabric of his shorts, making tiny circles in his hair, with my fingertips. We were silent during the next inning, as I could feel his hand was not as relaxed as before, as it made small advances back towards my panties. His fingers ran along the thigh band of my panties again, gently sliding under and then back out. A tense moment of the game happened, as a long hit to right field happened and I squeezed Jake’s inner thigh. His hand tensed too, pushing part way under my panties as the ball flew towards the wall. He slid his fingers down towards my mound as I squeezed his thigh harder. The ball was caught against the wall and we both relaxed. His fingers moved from my panties, leaving a slight wet trail and I relaxed my grip on his thigh.
“That was close.” I said, hoping again that he didn’t realize where his hand was. He didn’t say anything but slid his pinky against my skin, sliding it around easily, from the wetness of my pussy. He started rubbing my inner thigh again, with more force and it felt so good. I reciprocated by rubbing his thigh but as I moved my hand closer to his crotch, it was stopped by the fabric of his shorts. I moved my hand out of his shorts, as the Angels were up to bat. His hand moved to play with the fabric of my panties again as I rubbed my hand on the slick surface of his shorts. I got lost in the sensation of the fabric against my palm and accidently slid my hand too far up. When my hand brushed against his erection, I pulled my hand away quickly.
“Sorry baby.” I said, not removing my gaze from the TV, but it was too late. His hand was over my crotch again, his fingers looking for a way in. I grabbed his hand and tried to remove it but he was more forceful this time. He shifted on the couch and turned towards me and moved his hand from my crotch, quickly replacing it with his other hand.
“I want to feel how wet you are.” He said, sliding his fingers around the crotch of my panties and shoving his middle finger easily into my pussy as I tried to pull his hand away.
“Stop JAKE!” I said sternly, and his body relaxed, as he stopped moving, but he kept his finger still inside of me.
“I made you this wet?” He asked, he looked at me innocently and I relaxed a little, giving him this one moment.
“Remove your hand and I’ll tell you honestly.” I said as he slid his finger out a little and then a little back in and then removed his hand completely. “Baby, please. I asked you not to do that. You have to respect what a woman wants.” I scolded him.
He apologized, explaining that he just was so curious and couldn’t stop himself. He said he thought it was ok since I touched his penis. I told him that it was an accident and I removed my hand quickly when I realized what happened. He forgot about the game as he asked me questions about what we did and I did my best to answer him.
“So, you’re wet, does that mean you’re horny?” he inquired.
“Sort of.”
“So, you want to have sex?”
“No baby, sorry, it just means that my body was responding to the touch, it’s not a controlled thing, almost like an erection.” I explained to him how my clit was hard too and how I wanted to play with it, just like he probably wanted to play with his cock, but that didn’t mean I wanted to have sex with him. I explained again how he was my son, and we could never have sex and that even what I was doing with him now was so wrong. He questioned my intention and why I was just in a tank top and panties, if I didn’t want to have sex with him. I explained again that I was dressed this way because it was hot and I wanted to be comfortable and that I taught him about caressing my leg to help him with Shayna. I was too high to notice that he switched tactics at that moment. He apologized again and then asked me a series of questions. He begged me to not be my mother at that moment but Shayna and to teach him what to do next to make her happy. He agreed he crossed the line with me and swore he wouldn’t do it again, if I taught him.
“I’ve confessed to you my darkest secret. I’ve agreed to be open with you. I’ve struggled with my attraction, but have followed your rules. I’ve seen you so many times, looking so incredibly sexy and I haven’t allowed it to affect our relationship. I have done everything you asked, can you give me this one thing please. I just need to know what to do next. How do I make her feel good? Please Mom. I won’t ask you for anything else…”
I thought long and hard about it. We were at that line again.
“I don’t know baby.” I struggled. “I can tell you what to do but we can’t touch anymore.”
“Ok, fine.” He said, frustration in his voice.
I explained that what he did was great, when he was playing with my underwear and moving under it and back out. I told him how he should play with her pussy like he played with my leg, just slow and exploring. That he should take his time and find her clit and play with that. I admitted to him that I got lost in the moment when he was touching me and that if he hadn’t jumped up to put a finger in me, I might have allowed him to play with me more. I explained that this was such a specific scenario though and that he should adjust with the mood, which he’d understand with experience. I hated myself for getting more turned on just explaining things to him.
“Let’s just say it’s you and me. I’m Shayna and we are at the point where you’re playing with my panties and I’m letting you. My legs are open, giving you permission. This isn’t about just playing with her, but you want more to happen, now would be a good time to switch positions. This is when you’d acknowledge what you both want. Sit up and turn towards me.”
I sat up and we faced each other on the couch. I looked deep into his eyes and put my hands around his face.
“Wait.” I smiled. “Before we do anything, just please don’t make me regret this.” I begged. “I’m going to show you some intimate things and you have to promise to respect me and my boundaries. You can’t do what you did earlier. You can’t want more than I’m willing to give and this is the last time we do things like this. Ok?”
He agreed. “One more thing, and I’m embarrassed about this as much as you are, but know that I have needs that aren’t being met as well. This may be a mistake, but if at any point I just stop this and walk away, believe me that it has nothing to do with you but everything to do with me. Does that make sense?”
He nodded.
“Again, I’m asking, as your mom, who loves you very much, don’t cross that line with me. Don’t make me regret this. PROMISE.”
“I promise Mom.” He said sincerely.
“Good” I smiled. “Ok, so you were playing with her and she responded positively. Now is when you’d kiss her. We’re not going to kiss, so pretend. You take control but remember, like the leg, the goal is not sex but enjoying the moment.”
He put his hands awkwardly on my waist and I moved one of his hands to my neck. He pulled me close, our lips inches away, as I put my other hand on his thigh to prop myself up.
“No kissing.” I whispered, more to myself.
“This is weird though, just staring at each other.” He confessed, chuckling a little.
“Ok,” I pushed the boundary a little. “We can pretend by pushing our lips together but the moment you kiss me, it’s over.”
He pulled me closer and our closed mouth lips met. We pretended to kiss as I moved both hands to his hair. After a moment I pulled back and looked him in the eyes.
“Here’s the line.” I said softly. “I’m Shayna, not Mom, but remember to respect me.”
He nodded and I pressed my lips against his closed mouth again and put my hand on his hand, that was still on my neck. I guided his hand to the front of my neck and then slowly lowered it to my breasts. He cupped my tit immediately and squeezed hard.
“Slowly” I commanded and he responded. He moved his hand over to my other tit and moved his hand that was on my waist, under my tank and up to my breasts. The heat of his hand on my side, slowly sliding up to my breasts, lit my body on fire. He cupped my breast as he pinched my erect nipple between his fingers. I let out a moan and as I did, his mouth opened slightly and we kissed briefly. I pulled back a little and he continued to play with my breasts, his other hand moving to my back, holding me in place. He pinched my nipple harder and as I moaned he pulled me in, kissing my lips again, his tongue lightly touching my lips. I moved my tongue to meet his and he pulled me in tighter as they touched. His hand moved from my breasts and both hands lowered to the bottom of my tank and he pulled back and pulled off my tank quickly. He looked at my body for a moment and then made eye contact. I put my hand on his chest to slow him down.
“That was good.” I panted. “Really smooth. Now, if you weren’t my son, this would be the time that I would take off your shirt as well.” He removed his shirt quickly as I spoke. I couldn’t help but laugh. “Ok, well anyway, we need to kind of stop here, ok?”
He agreed with a slight nod.
“Anything past this point is pretty much sex.” I said. “And we can’t do that.” I reminded him.
“But what do I do with Shayna after this point?” He asked.
I explained to him that he’d just explore her body with his hands and mouth, kissing her neck and moving down to her breasts. He wouldn’t rush her pussy but just enjoy that moment and when the moment is right, then he can play with her pussy. That she should start by rubbing her clit while she probably stroked his cock.
“Ok, but we’re done now. I’m topless and we’ve done something so taboo we can’t tell anyone what we just did. Does it all make sense now though? Think you can do it with Shayna?”
He smiled big. “Thanks Mom, yeah, you don’t know how much this means to me!”
He grabbed me and gave me a big hug. My breasts pushed against his chest and his warm skin felt good against mine. I held him, pulling him into me, I was ok with this line. I would masturbate and then we’d go on being close. I was happy that things went well, even though it would be impossible to explain this to anyone. I hugged him tighter.
“I love you baby.” I whispered as my head rested on his shoulder. He said it back to me and thanked me again, moving his head and kissing my neck. He kissed it again and this time sucked on my neck a little. He shifted our position, so I was against the cushions again, facing the TV. He continued to kiss my neck and moved a hand to my thigh. I put my hand in his hair again and as he kissed my neck, I pulled his head lower, towards my breasts. He kissed his way down, hovering above my nipple as I shifted my weight to give him access and spread my legs. His hand went to my crotch as his mouth engulfed my nipple. I moaned as his tongue played with my nipple and he rubbed my crotch, outside of my panties. He began to suck hard on my nipple and his fingers made it their way past my panties.
“Wait.” I moaned and he pulled back, stopping all advances.
“Sorry, I…” He began as I moved my hands to my panties and pulled them off. His eyes got big as I grabbed his head and pulled them back to my breasts. He sucked on my nipple as his other hand explored my soaking wet pussy. He began to slide a finger in when he pulled it out and played with my lips instead, running his fingers between my lips and rubbing my clit occasionally. I placed my hand on his again and moved it to my clit, moving his fingers gently on it. He moved up my neck again and to my mouth, this time kissing me with an open mouth. I returned his kiss as our tongues wrestled in my mouth. I moved my hand to his chest and pushed him back.
“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. I can’t go further. I want to but we can’t.” I said, desperately wishing I didn’t have to stop things. My hand moved back to my clit, rubbing it gently as I talked.
“Please,” he begged. “Just a little more. I was getting the feel of things and you’re enjoying it.”
“I am baby,” I confessed. “That’s the problem.” I moved my hand off his chest and to my own, massaging my breasts a little.
“Please, at least show me where to touch you on your vagina.”
“First,” I smiled. “Call it a pussy, snatch, box, slit, vajayjay… just stop calling it a vagina.”
“Ok” he laughed.
“Can I just show you, using my fingers? I think we get in trouble when you’re touching me.” I asked, trying to get this back to teaching to stop myself from going any further. My fingers were still playing with myself as he agreed and I showed him how I was masturbating, just gently rubbing my clit and moving faster and faster.
“Most women…” I moaned, closing my eyes. “Rather have… you… play with their clit… then be… in…side… When.. you’re… having foreplay… play here…”
Jake moved off the couch and between my legs to get a better view. He put his hands on each of my thighs and watched.
“How do I eat a woman out?” he asked.
“Your tongue on the… clit” I moaned.
He lowered and moved a hand to my pussy. He slid two fingers in and out and back in before I could protest.
“Jake, stop…” and I let out a loud moan, opening my eyes and looking down at him. “What are you…”
“They do this in porn, is it ok?” he asked fingering me as I let out another loud moan, his fingers feeling so good inside me. “Can I try?” and he lowered his head while he pulled my hand away with his other hand and he licked my mound and hood with a flat tongue.
“Part my lips with your fingers and point your tongue.” I said and then stopped him. “No, stop. Come here.” I moved my hand back to my clit as he sat back down on the couch.
“Please baby, I’m close, just let Mommy cum and don’t touch me anymore, ok?” He looked a little sad as I continued to masturbate, as I closed my eyes again, I moaned “You can play with my tits if you want.” And his lips were on my nipple again, his hand massaging the other one, eagerly and hard. My pussy started to contract and he pulled away as I moved my hips passionately.
“I’m going to cum” I moaned and reached out for him with my free hand, my eyes still closed. I felt him lean over me and he whispered in my ear.
“I want to see you cum Mommy.” The words somehow sent me over the edge and I started to have an orgasm. My head searched out for his body and found his hips as he kissed my breasts again. I moved my hand under his short band quickly and grabbed his throbbing cock and started stroking him as I came. I let out a series of loud moans and he sucked hard on my nipple. I let go of his cock and put my hand on his head as my orgasm started to fade. My movements slowed as I tried to catch my breath. He sat down next to me, his cock still out. Embarrassment started to fill my mind as the reality of everything came into focus, as my sexual desires faded.
“Will you jack me off more?” he begged.
“God, I’m sorry I did that to you baby.” I said sincerely. “Habit.”
“It felt so good.” He said. “That was the first time someone else touched my penis and it was so amazing. Your hands are so soft. Do it for me please?” He continued to beg.
“Sorry baby, I don’t think I should but if you want to, I’m ok with that.”
“Just a little mom, please, or will you suck on it a bit. I want to know what a blowjob feels like. PLEASE.”
“Baby, I’m so sorry, I want to but I can’t. Just masturbate. It’s ok.”
“That’s fucked up!” He yelled, getting up from the couch and pulling up his shorts. “You had me touch you, I did everything you asked, and when I want to cum, you’re not willing to do anything?!” His anger scared me a little and reminded me of my past stepfather. I tried to calm him down. I stood up next to him.
“Please Jake, just masturbate and then we can just relax and be together, there’s no need to be angry.” I put my hand on his arm and he pushed it off of him.
“You’re like every other fucking woman, just fucking teasing me and getting what you want and who gives a shit about me. You’re a fucking whore cunt, masturbating with your son, you sick fuck, and then when I ask you to make him feel as good as I made you feel, you fucking tell me no!” He pushed me back on the couch and stormed to his room and slammed the door. I sat there, shocked. I got dressed and just sat there. I was angry but I felt more guilty for what just happened. He was right in a way, I justified not giving him an orgasm by saying it was incest but allowed him to touch me so I could have an orgasm. I had been on his end of that sexual experience so many times, a part of me hated that I did that to him. I got up and walked to his room and knocked on the door.
“Go the fuck away!” He yelled but I could tell by his voice that he was crying. I opened the door and walked to the side of the bed, as he turned to face the wall.
“Your anger scares me Jake.” I said, sitting down. “That’s not ok, no matter what the situation is.”
He didn’t say anything for a moment and then told me to go away. I demanded that he looked at me and he turned over, wiping the tears from his eyes.
“Your anger is an issue. You need to fix that, do you understand.” I said sternly, but softly.
“Yes.” He said, still with anger in his voice. “I just got so frustrated.”
“I know.”
“I just don’t understand why you wouldn’t touch me.”
“I know. It was wrong.”
“It wasn’t wrong, everything we just did felt so good and we both wanted it but you stopped after you had yours. I just got angry and…”
I put my hand on his shorts, over his cock and gave it a slight squeeze. “No, I was wrong.”
He just stared at me as I rubbed his cock over his shorts. “You’re right, I used the situation to have an orgasm and when you wanted the same, I suddenly got a conscious.” His cock was already hard under my hand. I pulled at the top of his shorts and he moved to pull them down, releasing his cock. I grabbed it in my hand and stroked it a little.
“I need promises from you right now though.”
Jake nodded.
“First, the temper needs to go away.”
“Yes Mom.”
“Second, you have to agree that this is the ONLY time anything close to this happens with us. We remain close but I can’t have you touching me, wanting me, being inappropriate with me.” I said as I continued to stroke his cock. The irony made me chuckle inside my head.
“Yes Mom.”
“I’m not kidding Jake.” I stopped stroking him. “You keep pushing me. I know that game you just played on me today and even though it worked today, you need to stop trying to manipulate me that way. I will talk to you about sex, but only talk from now on.”
“Yes Mom.”
“And that means if I want to lay naked on the couch, you leave me the fuck alone.”
“Yes Mom.”
“This ends here. I’m serious. Please.”
“Yes Mom.”
“Use full sentences and promise.”
He promised that this would be the last time and he would respect me and work on his anger. I begged him one more time and he agreed. I moved on the bed and straddled his legs. I grabbed his cock and could tell he was a little smaller than his dad but just as thick. I took the tip of his cock in my mouth and he moaned loudly. I built up spit and let it run down his shaft.
“Oh FUCK” he yelled as I started to jack him off, using my spit as lube. I put my mouth over his head again when he shot his load, filling my mouth and gagging me a little. I pulled back as another huge load shot out and landed on his stomach. I opened my mouth and let his cum fall back on his cock and continued to jack him off as little spurts of cum continued to come out. He was yelling fuck the entire time. His cock pulsed and shook but no more cum came out and I got up and grabbed his shirt and cleaned him up.
“Oh my god.” He said with a giant smile on his face. “That was unbelievable.” He sat up and gave me a hug and then grabbed my face and kissed me. I kissed him back, not expecting his tongue in my mouth again and his hand on my tits. I kissed him for a moment and then smiled, pulling back.
“Ok that’s enough. We both happy now?” and he nodded. “Good.”
I got up and left his room and started to clean up the TV room. He came and helped and we watched the post game show for a moment before Tom came through the door.
“What are you two doing?” He asked.
“Nothing, just got high and watched the Angels lose.” I smiled and kissed him hello, wondering if he could taste his son’s cum on my tongue.