Chapter 24

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!” Monica 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. Alex 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.

Monica 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?”

Monica smiled and strode towards him. She had nothing but a bath towel around her and her hair was still damp and slicked back.

“John, 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–“

Monica 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.”

Alex 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.”

Monica leaned over and gave her husband a peck on the cheek. “Now, now, don’t get snappy with me, John.”

Alex 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.

Monica peeked back at Alex 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.

Monica 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?” John said.

“Of course you can.”

He seemed hesitant, but asked anyway. “Does he hold you at night?”

Monica giggled and shook her head. “Oh John.”

“No, it’s okay, it wouldn’t make me mad…I mean, I know how much you like to cuddle.”

Monica 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.” John answered, then seemed to be thinking hard on something.

Monica could tell there was more. “What is it?”

“Ohh it’s nothing, forget it.”

“John, 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.”

Monica 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 Alex’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.”

Monica attempted to do some damage control. “John, I–“

John 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??” Monica 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.”

Monica 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, John. It was your feelings…and you can’t deny those, even if they seem wrong.”

John still hung his head. “I know, but…”

“So what you’re saying here is that when you found Alex 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?”

John 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?? John, 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.”

John giggled. “Monica, don’t be ridiculous. I’m not gonna have you getting naked in front of Alex, 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.”

John seemed reserved. “I don’t know…we’ll have to think more on it I guess.”

Monica had the grin of a Cheshire cat. “Yes, we’ll definitely think more on it.”