Chapter 9

“So what side do you want on the bed, Mom,” he asked.

Monica was in the closet changing, but Alex was unable to see her. “It doesn’t matter, sweetie, but I have to warn you…I do have a tendency to be a blanket hog,” she giggled.

“That’s ok, I usually get hot at night anyway.”

Monica turned off the light in the closet and stepped across the room. She was wearing Alex’s big high school hockey jersey, which fell just below her ass.

“Nice jersey.” Alex said.

“Thanks, it belongs to my hockey hottie of a son. Hope he doesn’t mind me wearing it to bed tonight.”

Alex shook his head, watching his mom crawl into bed. “Not at all.”

Monica fell onto her back so that her and Alex were laying side by side, looking up at the ceiling.

“I had fun tonight,” she said.

“Me too…dinner was awesome.”

“The walk on the beach was nice too,” she said softly.

“Yeah.” Alex muttered.

There was a period of awkward silence before Monica turned her head to look at her son. 

“Alex…will you hold me?”

Alex’s heart started racing. “Umm sure.”

Monica moved up against him, resting her head on his chest and drapping one leg over the top of one of his. Alex marveled at how soft and smooth it felt. “Good night,” she whispered.

“Night, Mom.”

His mom’s sweet fragrance lingered around them as they drifted off to sleep.

Sometime in the early morning hours Alex woke up and noticed that his Mom was no longer laying against him. She was still nearby, but was laying on her tummy.

Alex sat up as he realized that she was uncovered and that the jersey had bunched up around her waist, leaving her panty-covered ass on open display. As if that wasn’t thrilling enough, the 

white panties she was wearing were completely sheer.

The room was too dark to make out the finer details, but there was just enough light for Alex to make out the crack of her meaty ass and the hairless cleft of her vulva.

The curious teen felt the blood race to his loins. His heart was pounding with wicked excitement as he carefully leaned in for a closer look.

As he crept in closer he could see a few more details. Monica’s buttocks was slightly spread apart and he could see the ring of her cute little butt-hole. He could also just make out her fleshy inner pedals as they peeked out from between the thick outer lips of her labia.

Then it hit him…the aroma of female pussy. His mom’s pussy.

“H-h-holy shit,” he thought, as he reached down and squeezed the end of his hardening bulge.

Monica suddenly shifted and Alex quickly fell onto his back to fake sleep. To his surprise, he felt his Mom crawl over to him, only this time she layed directly on top of him.

His cock lurched as he felt her braless tits roll out onto his chest. Their warm spongy softness, separated by only thin nylon fabric was absolutely euphoric.

His brick hard erection was now trapped against her pubic bone. Monica rested her head against his shoulder and nustled in close, giving his neck a tender kiss.

Sleep didn’t come easy this way for poor Alex. His cock throbbed for what seemed like hours before he drifted off to sleep again.

He woke to his mom’s smiling face as she gazed down into his eyes.

“Good morning sunshine,” she said.

“Hi…what time is it?”

“Not really sure…still early I think. Oh wait…I know exactly what time it is…” Monica said, her eyes getting big.

“What time?”

She quickly dug her fingers into his ribs, making her son flop like a fish. “IT’S TICKLE TIME!”

“Oh God no…not that!” Alex laughed.

Monica quickly mounted him as she continued her playful attack. “Ohh yes, that!” She giggled.

With his lengthy erection squashed against her mons, Alex thrust his hips up and down, trying to buck her off. This forced Monica to fall forward, dropping her chest against his. As Alex flopped around, lifting him and his mom off the bed over and over, Monica’s big braless tits bounced and bobbled against him.

“Ohh, Mom, you gotta stop!” Alex begged, while laughing hestarically.

“What’s wrong, am I bothering that big monster in your boxers?” She asked playfully.

“No, but I do have to pee.”

Kristren wouldn’t let up. “Of course you do…that’s why they call it a piss hard on, silly boy.”

As much as Alex hated being tickled, the warm flesh of his mom’s voluptuousness smothering his lean teenaged body was beyond what words could describe.

John wheeled himself in the front door of the house and was kinda surprised at how quiet it was. He heard his wife let out a mischievous GIGGLE from somewhere inside.

Wheeling himself down the hallway, John peeked just inside Monica and Alex’s bedroom.

“Get back over here, young man,” he heard Monica tease.

John could see his wife and son frolicking under the covers. Their bodies formed a big bulge in the blankets, which rolled to one side, bounced a few times, then rolled back again, half-way across the bed.

“I mean it, Mom. You gotta stop!”

“When I’m ready,” she giggled.

John saw his wife’s naked legs slide out from under the blankets. It was obvious now that Alex was on top of her as her smooth tan legs crept up and around his midsection.

John felt jealous, yet strangely aroused as he watched his wife’s strong luscious legs clutch around their teenaged son’s body. Her cute little tan bare feet flexed and pointed, making John remember all those times he had looked back in the mirror of their bedroom while he bucked in her saddle.

He looked across the room and sure enough, there on the wall across from the bed was his favorite mirror.

“Good morning, kids!” John finally said.