“Come in,” Ricky said, answering the gentle tapping on his bedroom door.
He knew it was his mother, Helen. The door opened, and Helen came in. She sat on the side of his bed, spilling a little wine from the glass she was holding.
Ricky asked what the problem was, and Helen replied, “The usual.”
“Dad still not home?”
“No. Your father just rang and said he would be late. Something important came up at work, and he as to sort it out before morning. Then he is going away for a few days.”
Ricky rubbed Helen’s back, “Do you want to get in?”
“Yes. No. I shouldn’t. I mean. Oh god.” Helen burbled.
“Don’t worry, mom. It’s okay.”
Helen stood. She put her glass down and took her dressing gown off. Ricky lifted the sheets. Helen took a step back.
Ricky was naked and supporting a semi-hard dick.
“Mom, it’s alright.”
“I just want to be held for a while,” Helen said, afraid of Ricky’s growing cock.
Nevertheless, Helen got into Ricky’s bed. She lay on her side with her back to Ricky. He cuddled up, spooning his mother. Even though Ricky’s hard dick was against her ass, Helen felt safe. It was what she wanted because she was getting little affection from her husband. They were going through a difficult time.
Ricky shuffled, and his left hand rested on Helen’s breast. He wasn’t feeling it. His hand just idled over her ‘A’ cup boob.
“You okay, mom?” Ricky asked.
Helen replied a nervous, “Yes,” because her initial comfort was beginning to shift. The lack of intimacy with her husband was starting to take over her body. She wondered if Ricky’s hand could feel her stiffened nipple. Or if he could tell her heart was beating faster and her breaths shorter. Ricky couldn’t know the butterflies in Helen’s stomach and the wetness growing in her vagina.
“I have to go,” Helen said hurriedly. Trying to save herself from doing something she knew was wrong.
“You don’t have to,” Ricky said, closing his hand around Helen’s breast.
Helen turned to face Ricky. She summoned the determination to say, “I have to,” even though her juices were beginning to flow.
Ricky pulled his mother close to him. Helen felt his hard cock against her stomach, and she knew her resistance was dwindling fast. It wasn’t her son Helen wanted, but a cock. She hadn’t had one inside her for so long her pussy ached.
Helen’s want was increasing by the second. She didn’t care anymore. It might be her son’s cock, but she wanted him.
Helen was about to take one of the most significant steps of her life when lights shone on the window, and a car pulled up outside.
“My god. It’s your father,” Helen panicked. She jumped out of bed. Her nightie had ridden up, and Ricky got a fleeting glimpse of his mother’s tight, bare ass before the nightie fell.
Ricky’s hand was around his shaft before Helen closed the door behind her.
The following morning Helen re-entered Ricky’s bedroom. Ricky was already awake.
“I’m taking your father to the airport soon. He is going on a business trip for a few days,” Helen informed Ricky.
“Wait for me. I’ll come with you.”
Helen said there was no need, but Ricky insisted.
“I had better take those. I don’t want your father finding them in here,” Helen said, noticing her nightgown on the chair and her wine glass on the table. She had left them behind the night before in her rush to get into her bed.
By the time Helen had her gown, Ricky was out of bed. He had pushed the sheets back, and Helen couldn’t help but notice the wet stains alongside dry ones.
“Dad won’t come in here,” Ricky said.
Helen dragged her eyes away from the stains and looked at Ricky. He was standing by the side of his bed, unashamedly naked. Helen tried not to stare, but she couldn’t help herself.
“I had better put these in the wash,” Helen said, and she began stripping the bed.
Ricky began to help, but when his cock touched her arm Helen said she could manage. Before Helen loaded the sheets into the washer, she looked at the stains. It wasn’t the first time Helen had washed Ricky’s soiled sheets. She knew nineteen-year-olds relieve themselves or have wet dreams. These though she felt responsible for—a consequence of getting into bed with her son.
It was time to leave for the airport. Ricky’s father had loaded his traveling bag and was sitting in the car. Ricky waited for his mother. When she came down the stairs, Ricky’s cock twitched. Helen was wearing a white sleeveless body-hugging sweater, denim miniskirt, and small heels.
Best of all, Ricky could see Helen’s shapely legs stretching up to her white panties.
Helen sat in the front, and Ricky in the back of the car behind his father. It is only a short drive to the airport, and it was uneventful until Helen turned to offer Ricky a mint.
Ricky had his cock in his hand.
Helen’s eyes flicked to her husband and then back to Ricky’s dick. From there to Ricky’s face, “Put it away,” she mouthed through a smile.
For the rest of the trip, Helen looked through her side window. It stopped her from looking around at Ricky again, and her husband couldn’t see the smirk on her face.
As soon as Helen’s husband disappeared through the departure door, Helen turned to Rick and gently slapped his upper arm. “What do you think you were doing in the car?”
Ricky laughed, “Just having a bit of fun, mom.”
Helen dragged Ricky to a licensed coffee shop. She got a glass of wine and Ricky an orange drink. Helen tried to stay away from the subject of Ricky’s cock, but halfway through her second glass, she asked Ricky what he would have done if his father had turned around.
“Dad is too safe a driver to look in the back while he is driving, and he couldn’t see me in the mirror. The only person who was going to see me was you, mom.”
“I don’t know why you are showing me your…” Helen paused before saying, “Your thing.”
“Mom quit the act,” Ricky said seriously. “I know you aren’t as shy or innocent as you are making out. I also know you and dad are going through a rough patch, and you aren’t having sex. I want you to see my dick, and I think you like seeing it. Right now, it is hard, and I am betting your pussy is wet. Those white panties of yours are probably wet too.”
“How do you know I am wearing white panties?”
“You know full well how I know. You lingered on the stairs. You know I could see up that short skirt.”
“It’s hard now?” Helen asked. Ricky confirmed it was. Helen looked around, and when she was satisfied no one was looking, she put her hand on Ricky’s crotch. “My god, Ricky. That is hard, and it feels much bigger than I saw in the car.”
Ricky smiled as his mother’s fingers squeezed his cock.
“Everything you are saying is true, son. I haven’t had sex in quite some time. Truthfully, your father going away was a blessing. I had decided to go out and find a man.” Ricky felt deflated. “But…” Ricky’s heart began to beat faster hearing that word. “You have a very nice-looking cock, and I am willing to have sex with you. Remember, though, that’s all it is, sex. Nothing else.”
“Mom, you had better stop with your hand. A guy is watching.”
Helen looked around and then turned in her seat to face the stranger, and the opened her legs.
“Mom,” Ricky said, shocked.
“It’s okay. See, he isn’t bothered where my hand is now.”
“He might not, mom, but I do. If you carry on, I’m going to cream my pants.”
Helen laughed. She sculled the remainder of her wine and said they should go back to the car, and Ricky was driving.
On the way, Helen stopped and whispered in the stranger’s ear. When they were in the car, Ricky asked what she had said. “I told him to come back Wednesday. It’s the day I don’t wear underwear.”
Ricky laughed, and he was still smiling as he pulled out of the parking space. The car had only moved forward a fraction, and Helen said, “Park over there,” and she pointed to the corner of the parking lot.
As soon as he parked, Helen said, “Get your cock out. I’ll give you a blowjob.
‘This is great,’ Ricky thought to himself. ‘I’m going to get blown in a parking lot and by my mom.’
Ricky undid his pants and whipped his dick out. Just as quickly, Helen went down on him and swallowed his cock. Ricky moaned and watched people going about their business. Then he closed his eyes as Helen changed her technique. It was too much, and Ricky let fly. His cock pulsated as his sperm shot out of his dick and into Helen’s mouth.
“Hmmm, nice,” Helen said after she lifted her head. “It doesn’t just look beautiful. Your dick delivers sweet cum too.”
Rick got his handkerchief out to dry his cock.
“No, don’t use that. You may need it. Use these.”
Helen put her hands up her skirt and lifted herself off the seat. Ricky watched Helen’s white panties slide down her thighs. Over her knees. Down her shins and over her feet. Then Helen held them out for Ricky. He dried his dick with them and handed them back to Helen. She put them to her nose and inhaled deeply.
“Oh yes,” Helen said. “It’s been a long time since I had the smell of cum on my panties.” Then she looked at Ricky with a devilish look on her face, “Should I put them back on. Or leave them off?”
“Leave them off,” Ricky screamed eagerly.
“Okay,” Helen said casually, and then she giggled. “I knew that’s what you would say.” She pressed the button, and her window came down. “Here they go,” and Helen tossed her panties out the window. “What do you think about your mother now?”
“I like this version,” Ricky said.
“Wait, wait,” Helen said. “I haven’t finished.”
Helen pulled a bra strap from under her sweater. She pulled her arm through and then did the same with the other strap. Then she reached behind her back. Next, Helen put her hand up the front of her sweater. When she pulled it out, her bra came with it. “Out the window?”
“Out the window?” Ricky agreed.
Helen giggled and tossed her bra out the window. It landed further away from the car than her panties.
“Push your seat back,” Helen said.
Ricky pushed his seat back as far it would go. It was a little awkward, but Helen managed to get her leg across Ricky. She settled on his lap and kissed him.
“It’s still hard. Let’s do it?” Helen said when she pulled away.
“Mom, we are in a parking lot.”
Helen’s voice was a little strained, and her chest was heaving, “I know where we are. I have waited too long. I want it here, now?”
Helen’s heart was racing. She held Ricky’s shaft and lifted herself from his thighs.
In a moment, Helen’s eyes closed. She bit her lip and moaned. Warmth swept through her body as her son’s meat entered her.
