Jake

"God mom, you are already soaked," he whispered hotly in her ear. "You must have been horny all day, thinking about getting fucked on your dining table, huh?" Linda nodded quickly, biting her lip as she endured the torment of his slow, teasing touch. "You ever been fucked in this kitchen, mom?" he asked, grinning when she shook her head in the negative. "Oh my, a virgin room then."

A shudder ran down Linda's spine when her boy said 'virgin'. She had one virgin hole on her body, one that Jerry had never asked of her to give, but she had fantasized about giving up, should he ask. Jake's hands mauled the fleshy cheeks of her ass, squatting down so that he could press his face into the back of her thighs, his hot breath blasting through the lacy material to caress the pouty lips of her sex.

Linda leaned forward, bracing herself against the table as her son worshipped her body with his mouth, his tongue sending delicious chills up her body, followed by heat that poured from within.

Jake stood up and pulled out his cock, the head red and angry as his mother surrendered her body to him, her pussy open and waiting to be invaded by his staff. She let out a steady moan as his cock slid into her, his pubic hairs crushing against the slick lips of her sex as he bottomed out on the first stroke.

"Oh fuck, mom! I love fucking you, I love your pussy mom. Do you like my cock inside you? Do you love it when your son fucks you?" Jake asked, her only answer to moan and gasp as he drove into her. The words sounded corny as he spoke them, but it made him feel good, powerful, to put into words what they were doing, to remind her and himself of the illicit nature of their relations. "I'm fucking my mom," he grunted, slamming into her body as he pulled back on her hips.

"Fuck me baby," Linda huffed between grunts, his cock plunging down her sugary tunnel, her muscles trying to keep him from escaping as he withdrew. "Fuck momma, fuck your momma. God I love my son fucking me!" she howled.

Jake took great pleasure in the sound of his cock spearing up into the sloppy mess of his mother's cunt. The outer lips plastered themselves to his shaft, dragged back and forth as the slurping sound of their coupling echoed lewdly around the kitchen, a nasty sound for such a wholesome place. His mother's grunts so out of place, like fucking in church he thought, causing his cock to became even harder, a squeal escaping his mother's lips as she felt the unexpected growth.

"Cum in me baby, cum in your momma!" she huffed, slamming her hips back at him, trying to drive as much of him into her body as possible. "Cum for momma!" Jake threw his head back, his jaw set tightly, squeezing his eyes shut, shooting another load of jizz into his mother.

He fell back, unable to keep his balance, his cock slipping free. A river of white, milky fluid oozed out of her beaten pussy, the outer lips flecked with white where the discharge had been dragged out on the shaft of his cock, her fine pubic hairs shiny with the wetness of their lovemaking. Jake watched as it dripped out of his mother, pooling on the linoleum floor between her spread legs.

Linda lay gasping on the table, her fingers clawing into the hard surface, searching for any purchase to hold her up. Her heavy breathing shook her body as if she were riding on the waves of a storm tossed sea. Jake watched as his mother slowly pushed away from the table, balancing on wobbly legs before she lurched towards a chair, collapsing in it.

Stepping up next to his mother, Jake caressed her cheek, turning her face towards his body. Linda's eyes locked on his semi hard cock, parallel to the ground and shiny. Licking her lips, she pulled on him until Jake moved so that his pole was pointing at her. Taking him in her hand, she hefted the weight of his sex in her hand, licking up from the base of his erection to the tip, cleaning him.

Jake moaned softly as she worked him over with her talented tongue and lips. His cock, which had begun to wilt from the recent cum, was beginning to regain its stiffness, inspiring Linda to work harder to return her new toy to its former glory. Once she was satisfied with his renewed vigor she stood up, leading him to the seat where Jerry normally sat, pushing her son into the chair.

With questioning eyes Jake followed his mother's lead, sitting in the chair as she directed. He took hold of her hips, guiding her around his legs as she straddled him, facing away in reverse position. Linda reached between her legs, taking her son's meat into her hands, guiding it into her steamy box, still full with remnants of their last fuck.

The sound of his cock pushing into his mother's squishy cunt, the slurping noises as she leaned forward and he slid out filled his ears. Her sighs as she worked her hips in a slow, steady rhythm, were the most erotic sounds to Jake. Her grunts and soft groans making his cock ache as it grew ever harder in his mother's swampy pussy that clutched at him, drawing him in.

"Fuck your mother," she breathed. "Fuck me. Fuck momma, baby."

Reaching up, Jake took a hold of her breasts, alternately tweaking her nipples and squeezing a handful of tit hard. Her ass slammed down on his lap as she tried to drive him into her body completely. Her orgasm came quickly, Jake felt the flow of her juices soak him again, this time spilling between his thighs to thoroughly stain the cloth beneath him.

"Can you cum again, baby?" she asked, almost pleading. She turned to look at him, sweat pouring off his forehead as he pulled her back on his cock. "Can you cum in momma again? I want you to cum in me baby."

Jake's ears were filled with the sound of rushing blood. It had only been a few minutes since his last eruption, the next seemed to be just out of reach, until her words provided new inspiration. Except that Jake had misheard.

"You want me to give you a baby?" he exhaled. Linda's eyes opened wide, the thought suddenly turning up the heat in her furnace of a cunt. Her cry spurred him on, his hips flexing to meet her downward thrusts. "You want my cum, huh? You want me to get you pregnant? I'll get you pregnant; I'll knock you up mom!"

His orgasm drained him. Linda held on to the table as she was tossed about, riding out the blast of seed that was spurting inside her cunt. She pictured the little sperm racing towards her egg, a dreamy smile upon her face as one penetrated the surface. A quirky smile appeared on her face as she remembered the one thing that she hadn't considered in a very long time. It's probably too late now, she said to herself.

Leaning back, she felt her son's arms wrap around her stomach, holding her tightly to his sweat soaked body, his breathing rocking her back and forth in a slow, steady dance. Turning to face him, she kissed his face tenderly, her mouth seeking his. They kissed deeply, regaining their strength, before they got up from the table.

Jake was finding it easier to slip back into the role of son after their fucking. His mother would disappear and change back into more appropriate clothing, which he found was a natural cue on how she wanted him to act. After he cleaned himself up, he heard the shower running and then a while later Linda appeared in shorts and a tank top, ready to make dinner and ask about his day at school. There were small slip ups: long looks, chewing of the lip, batting of the eye lashes, but for the most part it was pretty normal. He was starting to think they could keep all this up when his father came home.

He was lying in bed after finishing up the last of his homework when his mother came in. Linda was still wearing her 'normal' clothes, which disappointed Jake a bit, but considering all that had happened earlier he wasn't terribly upset. She sat next to him, her head hanging low as she worked up whatever it is she needed to say to him, but as the seconds ticked by Jake became worried.

"Mom," he said, waiting for her to look at him before he continued. "I love you, no matter what." Her grateful smile made him warm and he extended his arms out to her, engulfing her in a hug as she leaned into him.

"I love you, too," she whispered and it made him freeze. Her words did not seem as if they had been said from a mother to a son, but from a woman to her lover, her love. His arms stiffened and he consciously relaxed them, afraid she could feel his apprehension.

"What's going to happen tomorrow?" he asked quietly. He felt the tension in her body, his words breaking the spell that they had woven around them these past few days.

"I don't know baby," she admitted. "It's like we've been on a deserted island for so long and now as the rescuers come to save us I don't want to leave." She sat up and looked at him, tears threatening to fall from her eyes.

Jake tried to pull her back, wrap her in his arms, but she pushed his hands away, wiping at her eyes before her makeup ran. She gave him a brave smile, chuckling at her own silliness, but then a sad look crept up again as she gazed down at his own forlorn face.

"I'm not sad because of what we've done," she said haltingly. "I'm sad because I've fallen in love with you, and even though I tried to convince myself it was only physical love that I needed, you have given me more real love in the last five days than your father has given me in five years.

"I've betrayed your father, and I feel so horrible for it, and the worst part is I don't want to stop. I want to run away with you, disappear in this wide world and be that woman you've made me feel like this entire time, but I know," she balled her hand into a fist and pressed it into her chest, "I know here, that I can't."

Jake stared, her words sliding in like nails into the soft wood of a pine coffin, securing the lid on an expired life. His heart broke, his soul wept, but no matter what he felt he knew that he had to steer the listing ship of his mother's life back to a safe harbor.

"Mom," Jake started, his voice choking as he tried to hold back the brimming tears, "we were on a deserted island. There was no one but us, we had no choice. We did it to protect ourselves, to keep us from going mad, but now we have to go back to the real world. You can do this, we can do this. Together."

Linda stared at her son, his words not making complete sense to her. He was willing to indulge in her fantasy of the island, a mother and son lost in a loveless sea, finding each other and providing solace to one another. With a deep breath, she realized what he was willing to give up for her happiness. How many young men could be allowed a weekend in paradise, and walk away willingly to save the one they loved? Her heart ached as she realized he had as much to lose as she did.

Jake pulled her to him, his lips pressing kisses into her hair. He held on to her tightly, her legs draped over his as they lay entangled in his small bed.

Tuesday

When he woke, she was gone. Jake couldn't remember her getting out of bed, though he guessed she must have at some point. The smell of her was still strong on his bedding; he took a deep whiff and smiled. He found her in the kitchen, breakfast waiting as usual. She gave him a warm smile when his concerned look caught her eye.

Jake went back upstairs to grab his bag and when he was heading out she was waiting by the door to give him a kiss good bye. Linda leaned in to kiss his cheek, but Jake stopped her. His hands cupped her face and he pulled her to him with insistent force. Lips parted, his tongue dove into her, exploring the wet recesses of her mouth, startling the breath from her. At last he pulled back, the impassioned look of love on his face changing to the soft boyish admiration for a mother in a blink. He pecked her cheek and then he was gone.

Linda stared after him as he bounded down the sidewalk, her heart breaking with each step. When he was out of sight at last, she cried.

Jerry returned home and everything seemed normal. Jake was a little on the quiet side, but he chalked that up to the girl he was thinking of asking to the prom saying no or finding some other guy, he couldn't keep up anymore. His business trip went well, but he wouldn't be getting the big bonus he was promised, the client hadn't ordered as much as they had predicted. All in all, things were going along fine as far as he was concerned.

Linda forced herself to be the attentive, doting wife. She didn't give her husband any opportunity to suspect that anything out of the ordinary had happened. Jake avoided spending much time in any room with both of his parents, his guilty conscience she guessed.

For three weeks she fought a painful battle, keeping her desire for Jake in check. Whenever she touched him she yearned to feel his arms wrap around her, drag her to the floor and make love to her where ever they happened to be. She could feel his hesitation, sense the conflict that also plagued her son, and she wished she could ease his pain, but she feared that any crack in her defenses would send them plummeting back to the place they had been before.

Jake walled himself off, the return to normal life had been a harsh pill of reality. More than once he found himself reaching for his mother, wanting to take hold of her, kiss her as he had done before, but he caught himself in time. His father's curious looks made him nervous; Jake expected to be confronted at any moment.

"Are you going to prom?" Jerry asked one night during dinner.

Jake blinked, the question surprising him. "Uh, no."

"Why not?" Jerry pressed, failing to hide his smile. "I thought you had some girl in mind, what happened with that?"

"Things changed," Jake answered quietly, staring a hole into the bottom of his plate, his mother looking down as well.

"Well why don't you take your mom?" Jerry offered.

"Dear," Linda said quickly, "he doesn't want to go with me." Jake looked at her, his eyes clearly saying differently.

"Well why not? I saw it on the news a few years back. Some kid got all kinds of attention for taking his mother to prom because she missed hers when she was in high school. Jake could do the same."

Jake shrugged, trying to hide the nervous knots in his stomach. Linda considered her son for a moment and then shook her head.

"Well if you want to," she began, "I will have to find a dress."

"Nonsense," Jerry admonished her. "You have that pink one you have been working on for the last month. Every night I come to bed you've been sewing away at it."

Jake looked up, suddenly remembering the dress his mother had been working on in the kitchen. God, it seemed so long ago, but he knew it was only about a month. He noticed his mother did not seem so enthused, wondering if she had the same feelings he did.

"If you want to go Mom, I'd love to take you."

Linda stared into her son's eyes, trying to gauge his sincerity, all the while trying to hide the bursting excitement within her own breast. Not trusting her voice to conceal her true feelings, she only nodded quickly in agreement.

The days between the decision to take his mom to prom and the big day seemed to go by in a blur. Jake let Derek know the plan, deciding to gauge the level of torment he was going to have to endure for this stunt, only to be surprised by the noncommittal reception he received. Turns out the idea wasn't all that strange any longer, as shyer guys found it was an easy ice breaker for talking to girls they'd admired from afar.

"Not that I need the gimmick," Derek said with pride, "but I can see how it might work for you."

The big night found Jake putting his tuxedo on at Derek's house while his mother got ready at home. After showers, shaving and cologne spraying, the pair of boys hopped into the limo that waited out front to pick up Derek's date, Samantha Greely, a girl approximately their age, but Jake had never heard of. He stared in open mouthed awe as Derek lead the beauty down the walk, her hair held up in a bun while curls spilled down around her face, her emerald green dress hugging her body tightly as her bosom was pushed up high and tight.

"Thanks Jake," Samantha giggled as she climbed into the backseat, taking his unabashed stare as a compliment.

A few minutes later the limo pulled up to Jake's house, and he felt a bit self conscious knocking on his own door for his prom date. His father's goofy grin made Jake all the more ill at ease as he stepped into his living room to await his mother's entrance.

"She is so excited," Jerry said, his own eyes filled with a joy that Jake hadn't noticed in an age. "And she looks absolutely fantastic!"

Father and son were stunned to silence as Linda stepped into the room, her hair pulled back into a tight ponytail, while locks of ringlet hair framed her face. Her makeup made her appear youthful and full of vitality, though her pounding chest belied her matronly status, instead making her feel like a maiden on her wedding night. Her hungry eyes bored into Jake, and he couldn't help but shrink from the intensity of her gaze, fearful they might forget Jerry was in the room with them and revert to their more lustful moments.

"You look gorgeous, mother," Jake said in a whisper.

"Doesn't she?" Jerry said with a slap to his son's shoulder. "Now you two have a good time, and don't you dare bring her home too early. She needs a grand night on the town!"

After a couple of snaps of the digital camera, Jake's smile forced and awkward as he tried to keep his eyes averted from his mother's burgeoning charms, the pair scooted down the walk in the warm spring night to the awaiting limo.

"Wow, Mrs. Williams!" Samantha gushed as Linda ducked into the back seat, setting across from the younger girl. "You look amazing." Linda smiled weakly, the deluge of praise suddenly uncomfortable and unsettling. She feared that the conversation would be stunted by her presence, but it seemed the youngsters had no compunction discussing their plans for the evening in front of her.

"So, what time is Jenna Harris' party?" Derek asked of his date, though his eyes wandered up the partially exposed leg of Jake's mother. She caught him looking and the cocky boy just smiled as he returned his gaze to his date.

"Eleven, though I think she will be leaving the prom by ten to make sure everything is ready." Samantha looked to Linda, "It's going to be great, you will have so much fun!"

Linda couldn't believe that bringing your mother to an after prom party could be all that exciting for Jake, she just hoped that she didn't ruin any of his fun, or worse. She chewed on that thought as they made their way to dinner.

Jerry had splurged for them, reserving a table in one of the most exclusive restaurants in town. While some of the lesser expensive eateries in town were filled with teens on prom dates, Tony Canelli's had its usual stolid, uptight crowd that eyed the foursome with a bit of apprehension.

Chilled champagne waited for them at their table, the waiter pouring four glasses without a second thought to their ages. Samantha smiled brightly, downing the first flute-full quickly before indicating she needed a refill. Derek sipped at his while Jake just smiled and shook his head. Linda drank hers, needing to settle her nervous stomach.

Just being this close to her handsome son, his features so striking and boyish at the same time, she couldn't help but feel the yearning for him again. She felt as if every moment of this evening was going to be a painful reminder of why they could never be. It was a painful perch to sit atop, aching for two very different reasons.

Derek and Jake got up to visit the restroom when the main course was cleared from the table and Linda found Samantha staring at her. The young woman's intense gaze seemed to bear down upon her, waiting for something to bubble up.