Chapter 4 Friend With Benefits With Mom:>Ep2

Before her I"d dated several girls, but they were mostly spoiled, prudish types. Most wouldn"t let me go all the way, and, if they did, they didn"t like the s.εﾒ, and complained about my dick being too big.

Not that I have a massive, Ron Jeremy dick, but I guess it"s slightly above average, 7 inches, thick. I keep it manscaped, too, so it sorta looks big. I"m proud of it, I admit...

With Crissy s.εﾒ was finally fun. We also got along well. Sounds kinda sick, I know, but Crissy"s personality reminded me of my mom. Laidback, fun, knowledgeable, could talk about anything.

I was totally heartbroken when she got back together with her ex, this muscle-bound Greek guy, a former Olympic swimmer. But I"ve been using it as motivation. Hitting the gym more, trying to get into the best shape of my life so I can bag a superhot chick.

However, every time I think about what I want in a woman, and every time I beat off these days, I think of only one person, my mom.

Vivian POV:

It"s so hard to find someone. Everybody is so narcissistic, always on their phone, social media, ignoring each other.

My girlfriends have been encouraging me to get on a dating site or app or Tinder or Snapface or whatever it"s called, but I"m so out of the loop with all that.

I don"t even know how I would date. So many guys my age don"t take care of themselves physically or are recently divorced guys looking for younger women to have flings with.

It"s been years, decades, since I went on an actual date. I guess Jack coming over for dinner is the closest I"m getting to male attention.

Isn"t that awful to say, that I"m basically dating my son?

Look, it"s not like we"re doing anything wrong. We just have dinner, drink a little wine.

But when he comes over, he always gives me a hug, and when we hug, it"s like I feel this electric shock. I get all tingly. I get goosebumps.

And it"s like... when we hug... as if I don"t want to let him go. I don"t know what"s coming over me. I shouldn"t feel like this. It"s so wrong. Isn"t it?

He"s a grown man, nearing 30. I... I don"t view him as the little boy I used to... It"s like he"s something else now, entirely...

Last night, too, when he slept over, well, that shouldn"t have happened...

Jack:

My visits to mom's house have increased a lot, to almost every night.

I live close enough that I can stop by on the way home from work and walk home if I"ve had too many glasses of wine.

My sales job is intense and requires me to work practically every day. Not helpful for the social life, but it certainly helps my bank account. Not too many guys my age making the cash I make.

But yeah, I"ve been getting tired of eating at restaurants and trying to cook, and my mom makes such healthy, delicious food so it"s been quite a good thing going by there for dinner.

Not just the convenience and food, though, it"s also about seeing her.

Going by there, I"m always looking forward to her welcoming smile and big beautiful blue eyes lighting up when she sees me, feeling the warmth of her tight hugs, her soft body touching mine, coyly watching her as she walks away, to ready dinner...

Yeah, I get more out of it than just the food...

But last night, things took a, shall we say, different, turn...

I"d been working overtime so I got there later than usual. It was a Saturday night, and, for once, I wasn"t working the whole weekend.

We finished dinner around 9pm and drank wine and talked until around 10pm.

I honestly can"t remember who suggested it, since I was sorta buzzed, but we agreed I"d stay the night since it was late and I was tired.

I do remember we decided to watch a movie in the living room.

It was some scary movie about a doll. My mom and I both like scary movies, and find them more funny than anything, but this one, maybe because of the creepy doll, really freaked my mom out.

We were sitting on opposite ends of the u-shaped leather couch, but, upon watching a scene where the doll suddenly appears in a closet holding a bloody knife, my mom screamed and slid over next to me, threw her arms around me and clutched me closely as we watched.

Oh fuck, the smell of her hair and feeling it on my cheek, was... indescribable. I put my arm around her and held her like I hadn"t held a woman in a while.

Soon enough, maybe through instinct, perhaps due to the wine, I was caressing her arm and slowly worked my hand down, stroking her velvety, pantyhose covered thighs.

Vivian POV:

I have no idea how it started. Too much wine. But we were cuddling and he starts feeling me up. First my thighs, then he moved up to my stomach, and up to... my breasts...

Jack POV:

I was touching my mom"s perfect little tits. I never thought I"d ever, ever do that or be able to say that.

I figured that if a situation arose in which I"d really touch them that it would be by accident or that she"d stop me immediately.

But here I was, feeling her up... And she wasn"t stopping me...

Vivian POV:

It"d been years since a man had touched me like that. My husband and I hadn't been intimate in... forever... And here I was, with my son.

I should have stopped him before it went further. That was of course my first thought, even though I was tipsy.

But it felt... So good. I could feel myself getting wet. Down there.

While he was touching me, I held onto him. I didn't move my arms. At first. But then I also felt around his chest too. Felt his rock hard... Pecs...

We both stared directly at the movie and didn"t make eye contact as any of this happened.

But as I adjusted my position a bit, my elbow brushed up against something quite... firm... that wasn"t his pecs...

Jack POV:

Of course I got excited quickly. Here I was, with my smoking hot mom, who I"ve been beating off to for years, feeling on her legs and tits. And she was letting me do it.

Not only that, she was breathing deeply, making these cute, slight whimpers as I touched her.

I always wondered what she"d sound like when getting fucked. Now I realistically had an idea. And it made me hard. So hard. My cock was throbbing like never before.

But I couldn"t help feeling indecisive. If this was any other female, I'd have taken it further right then and there. But it was my mom! On the one hand, she was letting me feel her up, on the other, we were slightly intoxicated.

Should I go in for a kiss? What if she flipped out? What if she #MeToo-ed me? How fucked up would that be? Getting #MeToo-ed by your mom?! I mean, of course I"d have stopped if she told me to, but she wasn"t telling me to.

Instead, she took it further. She looked down at my dick, grabbed it and started rubbing it over my pants...

Vivian POV:

His, you know, was so big and... I... I didn't know what was happening... It was like... Suddenly... I was touching it. Touching him.

Then he did it. He lifted his face up to mine. We looked into each other's eyes. We knew exactly what the other was thinking, what we both wanted. What we both needed.

This part, I do remember. I so remember... Him leaning in, but me pulling back.

He then leaned in more aggressively. I could have pushed him away. Gotten up and left right then and there.

But I didn't. And it happened.

Jack POV:

It was one of those situations where nature takes over. Biology.

I"m with this gorgeous, mature woman in a tight black blouse and matching miniskirt. I'd been feeling her up. Her hand was on my cock. Of course I would kiss her.

I leaned in and she was reluctant. I don't know if it was because I was her son or just that she'd not done anything like this, anything sexual, in years.

But once her guard fell, damn, did it fall.

I lightly pressed my lips to hers. Her lips were moist and I could feel the humidity of her breath.

I pushed my tongue into her mouth. At first hers didn't meet mine. So I pulled my tongue out and kissed her lips gently a couple times, then I slipped my tongue in again.