Monica was in the kitchen with Todd, cleaning the remaining serving dishes.

Thank God they used paper plates for the cookout, or I’d be here all night.

It was more accurate to say Monica was cleaning the dishes and Todd sat on the kitchen counter (which she had told him twice not to do) and complained about what everyone else said and did during the party. Todd’s work for the cookout ended after he turned off the grill (after cooking charred black hot dogs, and dry unseasoned burger patties).

The woman nodded and pretended to listen as she finished and took off her apron. She went through the house and saw a million and one jobs that still needed to be done. Mostly cleaning. Things that could wait until tomorrow.

“These floors are filthy,” Todd complained as he sat in his lazy boy chair. The weight of his rounded belly made the chair rock back and forth as he undid his belt and let his circumference expand. He was referencing the bits of dirt and grass tracked in along the hardwood floor from people using the bathroom…

And the nosy neighbor Amanda almost caught me with my stepson.

Monica ignored the comment and sat on her side of the couch which was on the opposite side of the living room from Todd. Some old football game played on their enormous TV and before half time, Todd was curled under his blanket like a large baby and snoring with his feet up.

It started with a lick of her lips. The naughty thought struck her like an arrow. Once in it couldn’t be removed. The simple adrenaline rush of standing from the couch and tiptoeing away past her husband and upstairs past the fourth step that always creaked. She wanted to surprise her son.

Matt had been sulking all day. His friends secretly drank beers and took shots when their drunk parents weren’t looking but he stayed to himself. He had angered his mom, which wasn’t his intention but he thought she might have liked the show of control. What with all the dirty talk she did, and her coming to him last Monday… the last thing he wanted to do was to upset her or scare her away.

There was a sudden, almost soundless, knock on his bedroom door that sat him up from his bed. His hope was answered when his stepmother peaked her head in and then quickly closed the door quietly behind her.

“I can’t believe you!” Monica yelled in a whisp of a voice. She still wore her red dress from earlier that afternoon. A wet stain was still visible on the top of her left breast where she had cleaned off some vegetable dip that had fallen off a bite of baby carrot and landed on the shelf that was her breasts. “You could have ruined everything if we had gotten caught.”

“I know I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” Matt apologized, standing beside his bed.

“And grabbing my head and making swallow… ugh…” Monica groaned. In her mind, when she started these… extracurricular activities with her stepson, she imagined clear lines drawn in the sand.

What was the harm of giving a helping hand for her stepson’s masturbation? I never imagined I’d be swallowing his seed! Even though it left me walking around with wet panties the entire night.

“It was just an urge, I didn’t mean to bother you. It just happened,” Matt said. “I just had never had oral sex before.”

Monica looked down on her son, feeling bad for his sadness.

“Well, you’re sure not getting more,” Monica said, defiantly. She crossed her arms and popped her hip out to the side as she eyed Matthew. He hung his head like a sad puppy.

“I’m sorry, can I make it up somehow? Please, I don’t want to ruin… I don’t want to push you away.”

Monica’s scowl softened at her pouting son. The boy may have the appearance of a twenty-something year old but he pouted like the eighteen-year-old senior in high school that he was. He had apologized enough, she decided.

What was the harm in some recompense?

“Come here…”

Monica took his hands in hers; she walked him away from the bed and stood in front of his mattress. Unzipping the side of her dress, she scooted her skirt up one side at a time. Her thick thighs and soft hips danced left to right as she hiked her red skirt above her sex, revealing her moist pussy lips.

“You want to make it up to mommy?” she asked.

Matt nodded.

“On your knees.”

Matt complied, kneeling in front of his bed.

“You said you never received oral sex before; have you ever given it?”

“No.”

“Well, what has your mother always told you?” Monica said with a smile in her voice. Her hands planted on her hips. “In order to receive, you must first give. Here, stick out your tongue, son.”

Monica smiled down at her son as he did. Taking a hand, she used two of her fingers to spread her lips and saw her milky white juices cling between her lips as she did. Like a precision bombing, she lined up her lips with her son’s tongue and lowered herself on him. Biting her lip, Monica stifled the first of many moans as her son lapped her pussy.

“Mmmm… good boy,” Monica purred. “Just like that. Mmmhmmm.”

Matt’s tongue licked her pussy from top to bottom several times, making his mother flush and her thighs tremble every time his tongue neared the top. He loved watching her eyes roll backward to the ceiling, her teeth dig into her lower lip, and the feel of her knees trembling. It gave him cues that he was doing something right.

She didn’t tell him to, but he took the initiative to bring his warm palms to her soft and tender thighs. Matt rubbed the outsides up and down and felt the ribs of goosebumps form. With each pass of his hands, he inched them closer to her backside until he felt the bottom fold of his mother’s fat ass and slipped his middle fingers under it on both sides.

“Oh… Mmmmatt… yes, that’s it. Good… good boy,” Monica whispered and her voice trembled as she did. Her hands cupped her breasts through her bright red dress and squeezed and mashed the cleavage together. Her breasts were so large, his mother had to lean forward to peer down on her stepson’s face past them.

Squeezing his mother’s ass made his dick hard. Matt felt it pull at his boxers as he adjusted forward at the same time his mother did. without communication, the pair had maneuvered so that his mother squatted down on his face. He felt her wet pussy lips move up and down over and over again on his tongue and lips.

“That’s it, baby. Move your tongue in circles up there. yes!” Monica clasped a palm over her lips as she whispered encouragement threatened to become screams. Her husband was still asleep downstairs.

I should have turned the TV up before going upstairs!

Monica couldn’t take it; god, it felt so good. She knew she had to stop this. There was no way she could keep quiet when she came, this orgasm building inside her would be too powerful. But looking down on her son, watching her juices dribble down his chin and the side of his face, she knew she didn’t have the willpower to stop. This was going to happen. She was going to cum on her son’s face!

“Oh god, baby. Don’t… don’t stop… keep—keep going,” she encouraged as she rocked on his warm, tender tongue. She felt it slither around her clit over and over. “Oh god…”

Matt’s fingers had been squeezing and massaging her ass cheeks which she permitted but now, when the pleasure peaked, she felt his fingertips worm their way in between her hot sweaty ass cheeks.

Oh, Jesus… his finger is reaming my asshole! I can’t let him… I have to stop… oh god, I can’t!

“Oh fuck!” Monica cursed and sucked in air. “I’m coming.”

Monica’s knees turned inward and her thighs threatened to give out as she felt her son’s tongue vibrating on her swollen clit in the front while his finger worked tighter circles around her anus repeated.

Monica’s hand grabbed the back of her son’s head, half pushing him away as her over-sensitive clit buzzed and half holding him in place as the orgasm filled every space inside her.

“Jesus… Christ!” Monica moaned into her other hand which did little to stifle her volume.

Her tits bounced with the rest of her body in unison as her red dress did everything it could to keep them from bouncing out the neck of the dress. The orgasm lasted another thirty seconds as she shoved the top of Matt’s head to get him off her. She needed a reprieve from the contact. Her other hand grabbed the back of his computer chair as he finally managed to extricate herself and slump in the chair.

Pulses of pleasure made her body twitch as she smiled and cooed, trying to gather her thoughts. Matt slumped to a sit with a smirk on his wet face. It was then that they both heard the fourth step on the staircase creek and Monica’s husband’s heavy footsteps stomping up the stairs.

Terror cut into both of their faces as they stared at one another for what felt like an eternity but was only a second. When they heard his footsteps summit the stairs, they both were up and moving. Monica tried for the closet, but she knew she wouldn’t make it. She tried to fix her skirt but it was raveled around her belly. The doorknob twisted, and she tiptoed in a sprint with the opening door until she hid in the corner of her son’s room behind the door.

“Hey Matt, have you seen your mother?” Todd asked the dreary pull of sleep in his voice.

“Um, no, nope, I don’t think so,” Matt replied. His voice was calm but Monica could hear the panic in his voice like only a mother could. “I thought you guys were cleaning outside.”

Her son swiveled in his computer chair in front of his computer like he always did. Monica held her breath and squished behind the door. She could see her husband’s should and the side of his face. Pressed as far back as she could it still wasn’t enough. If Todd turned around, he would see her plain as day.

“Hm, maybe she’s outside cleaning. There’s a lot for her to do out there,” Todd said. “You should go to bed soon, all right?”

“Okay.”

Monica held her breath as her husband left the same way he came in, without turning to her. She waited a minute until she heard him move to the end of the hall, go into the upstairs bathroom, and close the door. In a mad sprint, Monica came out of hiding and waved away her son who stood to help as she adjusted and zipped her skirt. She quickly but quietly went down the stairs before her husband came out of the bathroom.

Once she made it outside, she allowed herself to breathe again. Grabbing one of the full trash bags, she tied it off and walked it to the dumpster.

“Hey honey,” Todd called from the doorway. “I’m heading to bed. Don’t stay up too late cleaning, all right?”

Sighing a breath of relief, she nodded a smile, “Goodnight, babe.”

That was way too close of a call. First nosy neighbors and now my husband? I have to put a stop to this.