The summer was coming to a close, and the weather had been cooling a bit. As such, Jason had forsaken his baby doll night gown at night for warmer pajama pants and a spaghetti strap tank top. They were nothing fashionable, but the pants kept his legs warm at night, something the gown did not do. On this late summer morning, Jason awoke alone in bed, which was something he was getting used to. Usually, his mother was already at work by the time he woke up; however, this was the weekend. I wonder what mother's doing up so early?
Jason thought to himself. No matter. He had just awoken from a very erotic sex dream, and it left him extremely horny. Pushing the covers aside, he swung his feet to the floor and stood from the bed. The erection his dream had given him was aimed straight forward with no upward angle, his panties holding it in position. As he walked out of the bedroom and downstairs, looking for his mother, he rubbed himself over the pajama pants just enough to keep his hard-on.
"Mom?" he called, heading down the stairs.
"In the living room," she called back.
Jason found her there, dressed comfortably in loose black jeans, bare feet, and a plain white t-shirt. She had brushed her hair enough so that it was not a mess, but had not done anything special with it. "Even casual," Jason began, still rubbing himself, "you still look so sexy."
Marissa smiled, her eyes still locked in her book. "Sorry, but I'm not in the mood," she told him, knowing exactly what her son was thinking.
"Is the safety word still a twenty-four-seven thing?"
"You know it is."
"Then if you're truly not in the mood..." Jason walked over to his mother and knelt in front of her, opening her jeans. "... you'll use the safety word... " He pulled the jeans down, revealing her dark blue, nylon high-cut panties. "... and I'll stop."
Marissa seemed to be ignoring her son, pretending to be too lost in her book as Jason removed her pants. As he hooked his fingers underneath the sides of his mother's panties, she slapped at his hands. Finally, Jason took the book from his mother and set it aside. "Jocelyn, c'mon," she said, sounding a little annoyed as she reached for her book again. Jason grabbed it first and tossed it across the room.
Shaking her head, Marissa stood and started toward the thrown book. Jason let his mother pass him, then seized her arms, turned her, and threw her down onto the couch. "Hey!" Marissa exclaimed, with a heavy lack of genuine resistance from her voice. Jason ignored her either way, rolling her onto her back. As he pulled at his mother's panties, she tried (and failed) to push his hands away from her. It was easy enough for Jason to get a hold of Marissa's panties and pull them down... and all the way off.
Marissa grabbed for her panties now, but Jason threw them away as easily as he did the book. Then he pushed his mother back down and dropped the weight of his body onto her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She moaned and struggled, shoving at her son's shoulders. As Jason freed his cock from his own garments (though he still wore them), he pulled away from his mother long enough, giving her a chance to use the safety word.
She did not. Jason's mother continued to struggle and protest, but seemed to be making a point of not using the safety word.
Invigorated, Jason pushed his mother's legs up, and ground his cock against the lips of her vagina.
"Jocelyn, get off!" Marissa commanded as she failed to fight, feeling her pussy getting wetter from her son's cock rubbing her clit. This time, Jason listened. However, it was only to pull off his pajama pants, as well as his panties. As he quickly stripped, his mother rolled sideways from the couch cushions. While she was still on her hands and knees, Jason moved around to stand in front of her, grabbing her hair. Marissa tried to stand, but her son would not let her. His hold on her hair was firm, as he guided his cock into his mother's mouth, through the lips that did not wish to part.
Jason let the sounds of his mother gagging on his cock as he deep-throated her arouse him further. He let out his own moans of pleasure while he fucked her mouth. Before he knew it, he was cumming, shooting his load hard down his mother's throat. She was not able to swallow it all, a few strands falling to the floor from the corners of her mouth.
Jason pulled his cock from his mother, letting her catch her breath. She did not cough at all, which Jason was relieved to see. Marissa began crawling away, wearing only her t-shirt now. Jason granted her a few feet across the room, his mother moving slowly. As she was nearing the edge of the carpet where the living room met the kitchen, Jason knelt behind her, grabbing her by the hips. He let Marissa continue to crawl away, though slowed by his grip, as he worked his still-hard cock into her wet pussy.
"You can still use the safety word," he assured his mother. She still remained silent. Jason continued to fuck her from behind while letting her slowly continue her crawl. Suddenly, Marissa pulled away hard, successfully getting to her feet. She walked quickly upstairs, pursued by her horny, cross dressing son. He followed her all the way to the bedroom closet, the first place this incestuous couple ever had sex.
When Jason followed her in, he made certain to do so with their ball gag. He held it in front of his mother and stopped for a moment. "Last chance to say it," said Jason, waiting to hear the safety word. Again, Marissa said nothing.
With that, Jason gagged his mother with the ball, secured the strap behind her head and under her hair, then laid her down on her back. He lifted his mother's legs and plunged into her once again, holding her arms down beside her. He could feel his mother's resistance as he fucked her, his skin slapping against hers. Then he was cumming, screaming with pleasure, his mother moaning as well. Her struggling stopped on a dime as he came.
Finished, Jason lowered himself beside his mother and removed the ball gag. "Please tell me that was a convincing act," he asked her, almost convinced by her performance.
Marissa smiled, and gave her son a kiss that reassured him like never before. "You gave me ample opportunity to use our safety word. If I truly wanted you to stop, I would have stopped you with it. I wanted you to take me as you did, and I thought you would enjoy it more if I made you work for it. Was I right?"
"Oh yes," Jason confirmed. "It was nice, chasing you down."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it. I did too."
After a few moments of merely drinking in one another's presence and love, Jason and Marissa finally stood to their feet and got on with their days.
--To Be Concluded
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