Ricky’s cock popped out of Helen as she lifted herself off him and flopped into the passenger seat. He looked around the parking lot to see if anyone might have seen them. There was just one couple, and they were packing their car at the other end.
Helen hadn’t said anything. She was sitting with her eyes closed.
“Are you okay, mom?” Ricky asked, concerned.
“It wasn’t what I expected.”
Ricky felt deflated, “You didn’t enjoy it?”
Helen opened her eyes and put her palm on Ricky’s cheek, “Oh Ricky, I didn’t mean it like that. Of course, I enjoyed it. It’s just. I didn’t expect to feel this way.”
Ricky was confused, “I don’t understand. Feel what way?”
“I thought I might feel dirty or something. You are my son, after all, and we shouldn’t be having sex.”
“It was good then?” Ricky asked, needing a positive response.
Helen giggled, “Oh, yes, Ricky, it was good. So good I want you to take me home, please, so we can do it again but in comfort this time.”
Ricky’s chest swelled. The last thing he wanted to know was his own mother thought he was a lousy fuck.
Ricky started the car. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” Helen asked.
Ricky didn’t know what Helen meant. Then she pointed. Ricky’s cock was still poking out of his pants. With everything that had gone on Ricky, had forgotten to put it away. He was about to put it in his pants, and Helen told him to wait.
Helen couldn’t resist putting Ricky’s cock in her mouth before they left.
The drive home was different. Ricky spoke to his mother differently. He had never talked about sex with Helen before, but now he had the confidence.
The first question he asked was if she felt uncomfortable not wearing any underwear. Helen had left her bra and panties in the parking lot.
“Ricky, Ricky. Your mother might not be as innocent as you think. I often go out shopping or into town for a coffee with very little on.”
“Would you now. Dressed like that?”
“Sure, do you want to have a coffee?”
“That sweater is tight, mom. I can see the shape of your breasts and your nipples.”
“Well then, you can sit opposite me and look at them. You do like them, don’t you?” Helen said.
“Oh, yes,” Ricky said cravingly. As yet, he had only felt Helen’s breasts. He hadn’t seen them in the flesh.
Ricky put the indicator on to turn right instead of carrying straight on. He parked outside the first coffee shop they came across.
“There aren’t many people in here. Take a look outside while I order,” Helen told Ricky.
The garden area was busier than inside. It stood to reason it was a fine sunny day.
“Where shall we sit?” Helen had ordered and caught up with Ricky.
“There are only two tables. Let’s sit at that one,” Ricky said.
They sat down, and Helen asked why he had chosen this particular table. Ricky told her it was the best position for most people to see her.
Helen did her “Hehehe” giggle. “I like that answer. But tell me, don’t you mind your mother exhibiting herself like this? There are two men over there staring at me, and now they are whispering. What do you think they are saying?”
Ricky leaned forward, “I think they are saying what a great pair of tits you have and how good your nipples look poking against your sweater.”
“Is that what you think, Ricky? I have a great pair of breasts? Don’t you think they are too small? Your father does. He wants me to get implants to make them bigger.”
“Don’t do that, mom. I think you have a fantastic body. All my friends do too. They think you are a real MILF.”
“They do. That’s nice,” Helen said, storing it away in her mind because that snippet of information could come in handy one day.
“Tell me, mom. How far have you gone? I mean, you opened your legs to that man in the airport.”
For the first time, Helen looked slightly embarrassed. “I have done it few times,” she said. “But I have always had panties on. I haven’t, you know. Done it without, and let anyone see it.”
“Do it, mom. Give those guys a treat,” Ricky said.
“Stop it, Ricky. You shouldn’t be encouraging your mother to show her private parts to strangers.”
“We may as well go home then. But I thought that’s why we came here?”
“Maybe another day. I’m not quite ready to that far yet,” Helen said, and she reached for her bag. Ricky put his hand over Helen’s. He looked directly into Helen’s eyes and said, “Show it to them, mom.”
Ricky could tell by the look on Helen’s face and the slight trembling of her hand Helen was thinking of showing herself.
“Are they looking?” Ricky asked.
Helen glanced over to the two men and then back at Ricky, “Yes,” she said.
“Look at them and spread your legs. Count to ten slowly, and then we will leave.”
Ricky could see in Helen’s eyes she was counting. “Eight, nine, ten,” she said out loud. “Let’s go,” Helen said, red-faced.
When Helen stood, her skirt was still high on her legs. She was still looking over at the men when she adjusted it. Not that it covered much more thigh. Helen gave them a smile and wave as she left.
Ricky smiled at the guys, and they smiled back.
“My God, I can’t believe I did that,” Helen said as she fastened her seatbelt.
“You enjoyed it, though. Didn’t you?. Look at your nipples,” Ricky said. He touched one with his finger, “God, that’s stiff.”
“I hope your cock is. Because that’s what I want. Take me home, Ricky.”
Ricky’s cock was. So hard, it ached. He couldn’t wait to get home to release it.
Helen didn’t help his cause. She told Ricky she loved oral sex performed on her, “I think I orgasm more from a tongue than a cock,” she admitted.
A statement Ricky found hard to believe.
Still, he had found out how to please his mother, and that was what he wanted to do. Ricky only hoped he had the skills.
Oral wasn’t something he performed too often. The girls he had been with wanted cock. Most times, there was little foreplay. Some cock sucking and then straight into fucking.
Nevertheless, if his mother enjoyed oral, that’s what Ricky would give her.
Arriving home couldn’t come soon enough for either of them. Eventually, they pulled up outside the front door. They kissed before getting out of the car, and Ricky felt Helen’s bare ass while she unlocked the door.
They kissed again, and their tongues met. The kisses became short and sharp until they stumbled inside.
“This is so wrong, Ricky, but I can’t help it. I want you inside me.”
After a few more frantic kisses, Helen told Ricky to take her to bed.
In the bedroom, Ricky turned his back to his mother and began unfastening his shirt buttons.
“Is something wrong, honey?” Helen asked.
Ricky couldn’t believe it. Now the time had come. He was bashful.
“I have never seen you naked, mom,” Ricky said without looking at Helen.
“Don’t be silly, Ricky. You can’t be shy. You haven’t had a problem showing yourself to me. And we have had sex.”
Ricky mumbled something Helen couldn’t make out.
Helen used a soft but forceful voice when she said, “Ricky, turn around. Please.”
Ricky turned to face his mother. “Look at me,” Helen said because Ricky was staring at the carpet.
“Come to me, please,” Helen said.
Ricky stepped up to Helen. She kissed Ricky and looked into his eyes. Then lifted her arms, “Take my sweater off, please.”
Slowly Ricky lifted Helen’s sweater. He watched as he uncovered Helen’s breasts. When he saw them, they were as perfect as he had imagined. Small but firm with button-sized pink areola and stubby nipples. Erect as they had been since Helen took her bra off in the parking lot.
Ricky finished taking the sweater off.
“Touch them, Ricky. Play and enjoy them.”
Ricky’s hands covered Helen’s breasts. He kneaded them and pulled on Helen’s nipples. Helen was smiling when she told Ricky to suck on them.
First, Ricky ran his tongue over the tip of each nipple. Then he sucked Helen’s left nipple into his mouth.
“That’s it, Ricky. That feels so good,” Helen moaned while holding the back of Ricky’s head to her breast.
Ricky transferred his mouth to Helen’s right nipple, “Oh, yes,” Helen sighed.
“Wait,” Helen said after a while. She jumped onto the bed. Laid on her back, legs bent and spread.
Helen smiled at Ricky. Her hand moved over her flat tummy and between her legs. Her fingertips played with her clit, and she pursed her lips. “What are you waiting for, Ricky. I know you aren’t shy. Take your clothes off and get on the bed with me.”
Ricky’s dick felt more rigid than it ever had. There was only one thing he wanted more than to sink it into his mother’s pussy.
He wanted to please his mother more than himself.
Ricky got Helen to move down, so her ass was on the edge of the bed. Then he did something he had seen on a porn flick. He put a pillow under Helen’s ass. Helen shuffled so she could get her feet on the bed.
Ricky knelt in front of Helen. Her pussy was only inches from his nose. Her lips were wet, and Ricky could smell the odor of sex. His tongue came out and flicked Helen’s swollen clit. Helen reacted immediately. She moaned, and her head jerked to the side.
Ricky did everything he knew about eating pussy, which wasn’t much, but Helen seemed to enjoy it. He was almost positive he brought Helen to an orgasm. He was sure when she began to writhe, and she screamed out loud. Helen’s body vibrated, and his tongue was covered in liquid.
It didn’t affect Ricky’s concentration. He carried on, but he wasn’t ready for what happened next. Helen’s pussy erupted, and her juices covered half of Ricky’s face.
Ricky recoiled, and Helen pushed two fingers into her pussy. Ricky heard squelching, and when Helen retracted her fingers, more of her juices flowed. Next, Helen put three fingers inside herself. She manipulated herself for a short time. “This time, Ricky.”
Ricky wasn’t expecting to see what he did when Helen pulled her hand away. A torrent of fluid followed her fingers. It was as if Helen’s fingers were the plug on a sink full of water. Helen’s juices poured out. The sheet on the bed was soaked, and there was a large damp patch on the carpet, surrounded by small spots.
Ricky climbed onto the bed and lay next to his mother. Helen was panting, and she had beads of sweat on her forehead.
“Give me a moment, honey, and then you can fuck me,” Helen said between short breaths.
“It’s alright, mom. We have plenty of time. How long is dad away for anyway?”
Helen smiled, “Not long enough,” she joked.
