Allie is a little disappointed. Caden just broke the news to her that the college he selected to continue his football life, and pursue a degree of course, will be the one out of town after all, leaving him several hours from home. Allie knows that it will be a big change around the house. Sure, she'll have Donna and Randy, but Donna is busy doing teenage stuff, and Randy is getting farther and farther into his own interests and will probably be moving out soon.
Caden... he is different. He always had time for Allie, he would talk when the others were out, always a smile and the first one to joke, and he gave the best hug. That is something Allie is really going to miss, those big bear hugs. Especially the ones where he picked her up off the ground and wouldn't put her down. She pretended to not like them, but he knew. The only benefit is perhaps with his absence, he will make up for it when he is home on break.
His first visit home in 2 months! Allie is really surprised how much she did miss him, even when he was brooding and being temperamental, and she did indeed miss those big bear hugs. The second night home, Donna was out with her friends as usual, planning to stay over at one friend or another, Randy was working late and was closing, so he wouldn't be home till past 2. Allie and Caden had the place all to themselves. After a quick dinner of left overs, Allie decided to have some wine, relax, and watch a little TV.
Settling on to the couch, glass in hand she flips on the TV, scrolling through her recorded list, she decides on a romcom she has recorded and hits play. The second glass of wine is actually hitting the spot, and she is drifting into her comfort zone. Like most nights, dressed comfortably in a loose t-shirt and panties, having forgone the cloaking garments she has to wear all day at the day care. Especially ridding herself of that restrictive bra.
Just past the first kissing scene, Caden comes down from upstairs. He unceremoniously plops himself down at the other end of the couch, causing her wine to slosh just a little. Allie gives him a sideways glance, the "thanks" eye roll. Caden smiles his disarming boyish smile, knowing exactly what he did. Allie rolls her eyes and smiles, glad to have him home.
"Hey mom, want a refill on that wine?" he asks.
Falling into the old trap, Allie replies "sure."
Caden waits a split second "good, would you get me one while you're up then?"
Incorrigible this one! But, another glass does sound good, and he so rarely gets the chance to join her, Allie gets up and pads her way to the kitchen. Unbeknownst to her, Caden watching her closely as she stands up, seeing her breasts swaying freely, obviously bra-less under her t-shirt.
Allie returns from the kitchen, handing Caden his wine, but he doesn't take it, motioning for her to set it on the coffee table. Slightly put off, Allie leans over and sets it down, and when her back was to him she felt his arms go around her.
"Mom, I miss our hugs!" Caden admits out loud, for the first time even mentioning them.
Surprised by his recognition of even giving them, Allie grins and said, "I miss them too, now let me go so we can finish the movie."
But instead of letting go, Caden just holds his mom even tighter. She struggles slightly, trying to free herself, but only slightly, she really does miss his hugs, and doesn't mind his arms around her all that much, even in this awkward backwards hug. Caden feels his mom struggle slightly, but not really, and takes the chance to pull her backwards, so now she is actually sitting in his lap!
"Real funny Caden, now let me go." Allie grunts.
But her son doesn't, he continues his strong grip around Allies arms, locking his wrist in his other hand.
"No, mom, I miss our hugs." Replies her surprisingly strong son.
The implied message, Allie is stuck there till he decides to let her go. Allie is a good girl, and if Caden misses his hugs, she is going to let him hug her, so she settles back just a little and tries to relax, knowing inside that she will sit there as long as he wants her too. Besides, if Allie did try to get up, Caden would just tighten his grip, so, settling in it is, trying to get comfy and relax. It isn't long before Allie does actually get comfortable, leaning against the muscular chest of her son. His arms still around her, holding her to him.
Due to the way Allie is laying however, the loose t-shirt gaps awkwardly open, exposing far more cleavage than she would have been comfortable with had she known. She doesn't notice it but Caden does. As he is holding Allie, he happened to look down and notice it. Like any guy when he sees cleavage, one look isn't enough, so he steals another glance. The soft pale flesh of Allie's breast on display, pushed up by her laying nearly sideways against his chest.
Caden can't help it, but he looks again, this time his eyes lingering even longer on his mom's milky white breast. Not able to see a nipple, but he knows its close. If he could somehow maneuver her shirt slightly, he might really see it. He can't believe he is thinking this about his mom, but she is a very attractive lady, and has maintained her marvelous, lithe, physique through the years, whats wrong with seeing just a flash?
Allie notices his grip loosen slightly, but only a little, and that's when she feels Caden's hand move. He releases his wrist from his other hand, letting it fall naturally against Allies side and chest. His arms still around her, holding her tight, but now he has one free hand, touching the thin material of Allie's t-shirt. Caden moves his hand, as if to stretch it, but really, he is feeling for the tell tale bra strap under the shirt, but its not there, confirming what he had thought earlier, mom is braless again.
Allie feels his hand brush her t-shirt, she has felt a hand do that before, she tries to ignore it, but something like that is hard to ignore, her son just checked to see if she had her bra on! That's when it really hit, here she was, sitting on his lap, in a flimsy v-neck t-shirt and panties, he in only his gym shorts, his bare legs against her bare legs, hip to hip, and he had just checked for her bra. She realizes a little too late that in her getting comfortable, she had rested her head on his shoulder, and now it occurs to her, giving him an unobstructed view down her blouse. Allie moves, as if to get up, but quickly, his arms are back around her pinning her into his lap. Firmly, on the edge of forceful, holding her there. Allie, instinctively a good girl, resigns herself to the fact she is there till he decides to let her up.
Caden recognizes now that mom has settled in. He flexes his right hand a few times, as if it has fallen asleep, before letting it rest on his leg, just mere inches from where Allies thighs are sitting against his bare legs. Allie feels the warmth of his fingers even this far away, thinking how hot his fingers are in order to feel them, and knowing they are only a few inches from her own panties.
With his other hand now free, his left hand slowly starts to rub up and down his mother's arm. Gently, soothing, lovingly caressing Allie's soft skin, slowly touching her bare arm exposed by her t-shirt. Tentatively he runs his hand up Allie's bicep, pushing up the sleeve so he can touch more bare skin. Rolling his hand forward on her arm as his hand slides back down, the back of his knuckles softly rubbing the side of her breast as his hand passes by.
After several strokes, she fells his right hand in his lap inching forward, slowly, until finally coming to rest in front of her panties covered by just the t-shirt. Allie is almost mesmerized by his touch. Wondering how far he would go if she didn't stop him, which she is going to do right this second, For some reason, she doesn't stop his teasing ministrations. Allowing his fingers ever to ever so gently touch the front of the t-shirt pulled tightly into the V between her legs by the way she is sitting. She feels his finger touch there and it sends a shiver up her spine, causing her nipples to become involuntarily erect.
2 pairs of eyes are glued to the TV, avoiding looking at each other, except for the few moments when Allie closes hers, trying to ignore the growing warmth between her legs, pretending to not feel her protruding nipples as his left hand continues to rub it with each pass of his hand.
Caden adjusts slightly, lifting his left side, moving his mother gently further into the crook of his arm, giving him a little more extension of his left arm in the mean time. His caressing continues, but now his fingers are extended a little instead of clamped around her arm, allowing his fingers to brush against the side of her breast a little more boldly, her eyes remain firmly fixed on the TV, neither of them looking at the other. Allie offers no resistance, not moving, a tad more brazen now by her acquiescence he now extends his fingers more, this time, openly caressing his mom's breast as he pretends to be rubbing her arm
Allie's right arm is trapped against his body, her left arm laying down her side, relaxed, feeling his touch. She tries not to let out a sigh as his fingers brush against the hard nipple of her breast for the first time, briefly, but definitely touching it. Before moving his hand down her arm again, and back up, this time lingering longer on the growing nipple, his fingers dragging against it.
She can feel each individual finger as he rubs it past her nipple, sending a surge almost like a shock straight to her pubic mound. She feels his hand travel one more time down her arm, back up, his fingers again touching his mom's nipple, one finger, second finger, but his fingers splay slightly as he catches the nipple this time between his fingers, tugging it slightly as he rubs her arm
this time she can't help it, and lets out a very light moan as he tugs the nipple, she hopes he ' hear it, just like she hopes he doesn't notice her pressing her breast into his his hand, encouraging her son's touch. He did hear the moan though, knowing she wont resist, he gives up the pretense of rubbing her arm, now placing his hand directly on her breast, the hard nipple rubbing is palm as he gently but firmly hefts the weight of her breast.
Allie burrow's her head a little more into is shoulder, trying to ignore its her son making her feel this way. its just a guy she tells herself, a strong man, taking what he wants, Allie helpless at his firm touch. She tries to imagine it is someone else as his hand reaches across her chest to caress her other breast.
Caden can't quite reach the other nipple because of how mom is setting, so he firmly places his hand on her shoulder, guiding her backwards slightly, exposing her other breast to his touch. She sits like a good girl, perfectly still, as he now reaches for the other nipple, catching it between his index and second finger, tugging it firmly as well. She continues to sit perfectly still, just like she is supposed to, he again tweaks her nipple, and again adjusting slightly, his right arm moves slightly closer to the bunched t-shirt between your legs.
Allie feels his right hand as the back of his index finger caresses her bare thigh below the hem of the t-shirt. At the touch of his fingers on her bare leg, Allie closes her eyes, enjoying his touch. She notices his fingers of his hand as they too now start to caress, his hand tracing the crease of her leg, up over the t-shirt to her waist, back down, slowly back up, just passed the leg opening. Working its way back up, but this time catching the leg opening, raising it slightly before tracing the outline of her hip again.
Caden's left hand continues to caress her breast, firmly grabbing the nipple now tugging even more, pulling it to full erect. She is distracted by his tugging and doesn't notice as he again traces the line of her hip, down her leg, she doesn't notice him sliding his finger back up, this time up the center of the crease of her legs towards her now exposed panty covered crotch, his fingers caressing through the thin flimsy material, she don't notice that is until his finger traces over her mound, and right over the top of her clit.
Allie is now truly torn; she knows she should resist, she should stop this, this petting as if they were teenagers, it has gone too far already, but, it feels good. A mans touch, gentle yet firm, him in control, not even sure she could stop it if she tried, but, she has to try, this is wrong, even though it feels amazing. She notices his fingers once again trace against her crotch, she realizes that he knows she is clean shaven, clearly his fingers are not feeling hair. She shivers at the thrill of knowing her son is aware that she shaves, so deliciously naughty, but, that's it. this has to stop. She starts to raise her head, to push herself off his lap, getting her bearings, she tries to rise, struggling, again trying to rise, clearing her throat loudly to try and break the spell.
Caden's hands somehow though hold her very firmly in place, her feeble attempt to disengage herself has been put down as he now holds her shoulder firmly. His right hand hasn't stopped moving, it again caresses the front of her panties, again rubbing his mom's mons pubis, lightly tracing the outline of her lips. Allie nervously wonders if he can feel the heat and the wetness that is gathering there.
Caden's arm firmly around her shoulder, he moves his leg, hooking his leg over the top of hers, firmly holding her now in his lap, pulling he even further back, exposing her hips to his persistent stroking with his right hand. Sliding down her smooth leg, back up again, and again his fingers hooking the hem of her t-shirt, but this time not letting it go. This time he intently drags it up, even as it binds, exposing more of her upper thigh to his touch
Caden drags his fingers across the vee of her leg, feeling the heat, the moisture, bringing his fingers up farther, touching the lips again through his mom's panties, this time stopping, expressly rubbing against her clitoris. Allie is trapped, held by his hand and leg, but also trapped by the pleasure she is feeling as he starts to rub small circles over her clit.
Amazingly, his mom remains in his lap enjoying his caress, her hips betraying her, pressing against his aggressive touch, he rubs more firmly, pressing her panties between her lips, his fingers penetrating as far as the material will allow.
Allie continues to fight, at least in her mind. This is wrong, he shouldn't be touching me, but liking the way it feels, I didn't start it Allie tells herself. I tried to stop him, but he was just persistent. All these thoughts flit through Allie's head as she sighs when his finger again rubs her clit. Its not her, he started it, she tried to stop it, she tried twice, as she feels him pull the waistband of her panties out. Now slipping his fingers inside, his hand balling slightly to gain more room, pulling the panties out a little, his fingers now in an inverted vee, resting on either side of her cunt lips. The meaty part of his hand pressing against her clit, he is pleasantly surprised to find her with a pair of sexy panties.
Caden pulls his mom back just a little more, she now practically laying on him, giving him easy access to almost her entire torso. She feels his hand now working into her panties, his middle finger traces the outline of her slit, then, ever so gently, he inserts his finger tip, dragging it up, splitting her cunt lips, spreading her wetness up, using it as lubricant as he now firmly and directly touches her clit
Surprisingly, his other hand moves from her shoulder to her scalp, his fingers twist into her hair, catching Allie off guard, tugging her head backwards, forcing her to arch her back, forcing her hips slightly in the air as his hand moves back down, his middle finger moving back between her lips, but this time inserting in to the 3rd knuckle before pulling it back out, and sliding it in again, a little farther, all the way till she feels his finger inside of her cunt, the butt of his hand again pressing her clit.
Caden's hand begin making small circles, his finger sliding in and out, his palm rubbing her clit, his other hand firmly grasping hair, tugging her head slightly backwards. It doesn't take long till he inserts a second finger into his mom's warm, wet cunt and starts a steady rhythm. His fingers sliding in and out spreading her lips, in and out again, deeper and deeper, Garret's fingers causing her immense pleasure.
Abruptly, Caden withdraws his fingers from his mom's silky wet vagina, moving his hand from her hair, he reaches down to her exposed neck, where he puts his hand under her jaw, his thumb along side her cheek, snugly, but not hurting her, but she knows if she moves, he could tighten it easily. Caden uses his hand hold to force his mom's mouth slightly open, her head firmly now, he brings the fingers that had just been in her soaking wet pussy to her mouth. He places the tips against her lips, with just the smallest amount of pressure against her jaw with his grip, she opens her mouth, taking his fingers in, sucking lewdly on them, cleaning off her own juice.
After Garret is convinced they are clean he releases her jawt, his hand back in her hair, tugging again, his fingers go back to her cunt, again, her hips betray her as they start to move to meet his stroking. She is taken completely by surprise how good it feels, his continual stroking, rubbing her clit, her hips now moving even more, starting to rise up to meet his stroking.
There is no pretending now, pulling his mom's hair, his hand no longer gently but firmly fingering her slippery warm vaginal opening, her hips thrusting to meet his pace, she feels a familiar glow start to build, a small voice in her head tells her its still wrong, but she shuts it out as she feels her orgasm start to build, clearly now, enjoying his touch, her hips encouraging him, her firey cunt pulling his finger in deeper.
Garret knows the signs, he sees the hard, nipples erect, pushing through mom's t-shirt, he hears her breathing quickening, he pushes faster., she feels him adjust and gasp slightly as she feel him push a third finger in, faster, breath coming faster.
Allie's hips now shamelessly meeting his touch, Caden finger fucking his own mom with abandon, no longer able to, or wanting to hold back, she moans loudly, her toes curl slightly, her back arches as he drives his fingers one more time deeply into her twat.
Caden pulls her hair back hard just as her orgasm starts to rip through her body, she bucks hard, lifting her ass off his lap, driving his fingers into pussy, her cunt pulsating against his fingers, pulling them in.
Allie's orgasm lasts for what seems like minutes, but is only seconds, her back no longer arching, relaxing, her butt back in his lap, he releases her hair, now gently stroking instead of pulling, he pulls his hand from her panties. He adjusts, moving her back into his lap, where he goes back to gently caressing her arm, as if nothing happened
Allie sits till her breathing returns to normal, her head back against his shoulder, he tv still on in the background. Allie can't stand up, not trusting her legs just yet, she sits for awhile. enjoying the feeling of his arm around her again, her breathing returning to normal, then slowly becoming deeper and slower, she falls asleep sitting on her son's lap.Allie awakes with a start, the car pulling into the driveway flashing headlights across the living room, currently only lit by the glowing blue light of large plasma TV. Remembering where she is, and what happened earlier, she stands up quickly, untangling her limbs from Caden's, hoping he remains asleep as she shakes her sleeping shirt down and pads quickly to the stairs before Randy can make it inside.
She lets out a slow deep breath, relieved that she is safely ensconced in her room as she hears the front door open. Will Caden wake up? Will he tell his older brother what happened? Allie listens intently, only to hear a quiet, muffled conversation between her two sons. Still unsure of what exactly happened, or why she let it happen, Allie takes the 3 steps to her comforting sanctuary, and slips under the quilted duvet.
Later, in that hazy period between alertness and sleep, Allie hears the 2 brothers climb the stairs, say goodnight and head into their individual rooms.
The sun shining through the window is a clear sign to Allie that she forgot to set the alarm clock, not worringabout work since its the weekend, its still unusual for any of the kids to beat her out of bed, yet she clearly hears someone in the kitchen and notices the aroma of coffee brewing. It has to be Randy, she isn't sure Caden even knows how to make coffee, let alone get out of bed before 11 AM on a Saturday.
Caden Garret and John Randall. Not that Allie uses those names much, unless they are either in trouble, or trying her best to use her mom voice. Could two brothers be more different than these two?
Caden, 5 feet 10 inches (and a half when he tells it) and 195lbs of solid 20 year old college football playing muscle. Impetuous, outgoing, fun loving and devil may care. Never without a steady girlfriend since he was 16, but never a serious one either. A hale and hearty, devil well met type of young man, naturally liked by nearly everyone, his mischievous blue eyes always hinting through the twinkling at what ever he is thinking.
Randy, 6 feet 3 inches, rail thin, his 24 year old body never going past 175 pounds. Thin but healthy, his black hair already thinning, his glasses making him appears as bookish as he really is. Whip smart, quiet, nearly introverted, his bend towards academia prevalent from an early age, his teachers always singing his praises about his exceptional study habits. Dating occasionally, usually if the girl asked him, but often enough Allie wasn't concerned about his social skills. Randy definitely took after his father's side of the family. Thin, dark complected and thoughtful if not emotional. His dark hair and eyes aren't the only thing Randy got from his dad for he also inherited his dad's hands. Long, strong, dextrous fingers that were equally at home on piano keys or tinkering with the inside of a computer.
Allie reflected on their differences, the same gene pool, yet two different young men who likely wouldn't even be friends if they weren't brothers. To her immense satisfaction though, they are both friends and brothers.
Allie arose from the covers, moving into the en-suite bathroom. Pulling down her panties for her morning bathroom ritual, she sees them stretched out of shape and she is suddenly reminded of what happened last night between her and Caden Garret. Allie had actually half convinced herself it had all been a dream, but the light finger marks on her arm, her misshapen panties, and the sticky half dried wetness between her legs told her the truth.
Gazing into the mirror, wondering how it happened, Allie took a moment to reflect. Her somewhat disheveled blond hair falling just past her shoulders, her blue eyes clear and piercing, her cheek bones prominent. Allie was blessed with both naturally good eyelashes and pursing lips. More than once, in better days, her ex referring to them as her DSLs. A term Allie should have been pissed about, but inwardly had to agree with. On more than one occasion on trips to the city, Allie had been mistaken for Edie Falco. The first time she was asked, she had to look it up, and had to admit to herself she did fairly resemble Mrs Soprano, except her Allie's breasts were larger, a natural 36 C that had withstood the test of time thus far, still amazing with or without a bra. Her legs kept firm from the yoga she did between work and errands for the kids.
Allie quickly ran a brush through her hair, brushed her teeth, and grabbed her modest June Cleaver bathrobe, heading downstairs, and hearing two male voices in the kitchen. Randy and Caden enjoying catching up over a cup of coffee. Allie was glad for the presence of her eldest son, since she wasn't sure exactly how she was going to discuss last night with Caden.
"Morning mom!" Caden bellowed his usual way, looking her way with a smile and a wink.
Randy, the more quiet, nodded her way and said his good morning slightly above his usual near whisper speaking voice.
A wink? Did he just wink? What is that supposed to mean? Was that some sort of sign? What was he saying? A dozen thoughts whipped through Allie's mind before she could even mouth her reply.
"Good morning you two, up earlier than usual?" Allied replied with more calm than she was feeling.
"Well" Caden started, "I fell asleep on the couch last night watching TV and when Randy came downstairs, I heard him, so thought I'd get up and catch up with him a little before he runs off to the library."
Caden was only half joking, Randy did indeed work at the library, and would be leaving for work before noon. But Allie also sensed a double meaning in the way Caden said he fell asleep in the couch. That wasn't all that unusual, but why did he feel the need to point it out?
Before she could even get sat down, Randy was up and heading for the door, heading for work, taking his travel mug of coffee and waving goodbye.
Allie sat quietly, trying to come up with the words, as Caden placed the cup down in front of her.
"Here ya go mom, my turn to get you a drink". Another subtle reminder about last night!
"Caden, we need to talk." The words spilling out before Allie could even recognize how cliché they sounded.
"It's OK mom, I know what you want to talk about, and I think we need to, but I want to go first," as he sat down in the chair near hers.
"Look, what we did last night, was no big deal. It wasn't sex, it wasn't evil and it wasn't bad" he started, looking at his mom.
"I know you are going to tell me that you are my mother, and mothers and sons don't touch each other like that, but I will tell you sometimes they do, and we did, and we both liked it."
The last sentence caused Allie to look up at her son, her mouth opening to dispel him of this myth, when she saw the look on his face, she stopped. They both knew that what happened had brought pleasure, she couldn't deny it.
"Mom, I've been gone a few months, but one thing hasn't changed, and that is your need to be taken by the hand." Dad was good at it when he was here, and you were the good, obedient wife. We knew it, we saw it, and we took it for granted that's how it was meant to be. However, once he left, you had to be strong for us, you have spent the last 6 years taking care of us, and we love you for it, but I also know, as does Randy, that there was something missing in your life."
Allie was shocked, how he could he know this? Taken in hand? What is he saying?
Caden continued "we saw the 50 Shades books mom, all 3 books? They weren't even that good" But I realized why you bought them. Plus, I like Maggie Gyllenhall as much as the next guy, but you had Secretary on VHS and DVD both, in fact, when I looked in your closet, I had to google 9 and ½ weeks to even figure out what that movie is about."
Allie sat in shock, surprised at her son, his invasion of her privacy, his resourcefulness and his matter of fact like demeanor. Unsure of what to do, she looked at him, not speaking, searching for the right words to refute his assertions. For once, her words left her, staring at the man that had been her son only a few months ago.
"Mom, I won't take advantage of it, but, there are going to be a couple of new rules around here. To start with, when it is just you and I, you will do as I say. Understand?"
Allie, confused did not answer. What is he saying? What does he mean 'do as I say'?
She started to protest, "no, I will not. This is my house, and I don't know where you think you get the right, but this WILL NOT HAPPEN in my house!"
Is what she wanted to say, but Allie sat in silence, listening to Caden once more.
"Good girl, now that we have that clear, stand up."
Allie just looked at him, unnerved, her mind a blank, confused by the entire conversation, till she heard the thunderous clap on the table, startling her, causing her to clear her head and look at Caden, his hand resting on the table. "I said stand up mom, or the next time, it won't be the table I paddle." Shocked, she trembled, her knees shaking, she slowly stood up, following her son's command.
"Better, but next time, please don't make me ask twice" he said quietly, his demeanor quickly changing to a confident, strong man right before her eyes.
"Mom, take off that silly robe, it looks like it came from the 1950s."
Again, with hands that had a mind of their own, her body betraying her judgment, her fingers untied the string that held the robe together, letting her shoulders droop, sliding the offending garment off and to the floor.
Caden look his mom over, still in her sleeping shirt, barely thigh length, his eyes were riveted to her chest, her nipples clearly hard as marbles, threatening to poke holes in the thin material of her threadbare sleeping shirt.
Again Caden spoke "slide your panties down."
Allie gulped, her hands not moving.
"What did I say about asking twice?" Caden said very quietly.
Allie again gulped before replying " I... I'm... not wearing any" she replied haltingly.
Caden smiled 'show me".
Allie, with hands trembling, slowly reaches for the hem on her night shirt.
Caden returns his mom's look, confident, brash, clearly enjoying her discomfort, and her hard nipples.
"Well?" He asks, patiently.
"Ca, Ca, Caden" Allie replies hesitantly, her fingers lingering near her hemline. "We can't do this, I'm still your mom, This isn't right, you don't understand." She said, attempting to relay to him the depth of her confusion and her need to be taken and led. The hunger, almost craving, to be controlled by a strong male. Allie knows, unlike Caden, that her need is strong, like an addict needs the next hit of crack, or an alcoholic needs his beer, Allie needs a man in charge.
"Mother, (Allie noticing the more formal title) what did I say about being slow? Caden, sitting at the table, patiently looking at his mom began, "maybe you didn't understand. I will ask exactly once, failure to comply will result in your being punished. You didn't move when I asked, so, now, get on your knees.
Allie, puzzled, glanced at Caden once more, unsure, but her legs betraying her, slowly let her them relax, her knees bending, till she was resting on her knees on the cold kitchen floor.
"Comfy?" Caden asked.
"Caden, I can't do thi." Allie started to reply before Caden cut her off sharply.
"I asked a yes or no question mother, are you comfy?" A sudden edge to his voice not present a few seconds ago.
"I, I, I'm not exactly comfortable or uncomfortable," Allie replied, concerned the answer would not satisfy her son.
"Cross your ankles behind you," Caden ordered his mom.
Allie awkwardly complied, her knees now more painfully digging against the kitchen floor. Looking up at her son, the faint pain sending chills up her spine.
Caden has a one word question. "better?"
"No Caden, my knees hurt" Allie said plainly.
Caden smiled a subtle smile of satisfaction. "Good, that's what I intended. I want you to count slowly to 100."
Allie, hesitantly began counting out loud, her knees hurting, embarrassed at her kneeling position, her need for control and the growing moisture gathering between her legs.
"98, 99, 100" Allie winced at the end.
"Stand up mother,"
This time Allie quickly complied, her knees reddened from the nearly 2 minutes spent kneeling on the cold linoleum flooring.
"Now mother, raise the bottom of your shirt, and show me you aren't wearing any panties." Caden quietly said, somehow the softness of his request making it seem even more firm.
This time, as Allie's hands reached down to her toned legs, her fingers grasped the hem of her t-shirt, slowly raising it to her son's devouring eyes.
Allie's neatly trimmed, but still prominent pubic hairs slowly came into view, as if being revealed from behind a curtain. Her hands resting once they reached her hips, revealing her most intimate area to her son's gaze.
"Mother, tomorrow, you will have this shaved, understand?
Allie was surprised at his request, how dare he? But yet, her husband always required her shaved before the divorce, it seems Caden inherited at least one preference from his dad.
"ok" Allie replied meekly.
"ok what?" Caden queried.
"I will be shaved for you tomorrow." The now compliant Allie responded.
"One more thing mother, when I am in control, there are two ways you may reply to me. You will either call me Mr Caden, or Sir. Understand."
Her stutter returning, Allie looked at her son in a different way, "Ye, Ye, Yes... Sir".
"You can put your shirt down Mother."
Allie complied, letting it slip from her fingers, but still standing docile in front of her son.
"Mother, I want another hug," Said her son, indicating for Allie to move towards him.
Allie responded more quickly this time, moving directly to Caden's side. Reaching out to hug him. Caden however had another idea, accepting her hug but pulling her into his lap again, much like the night before.
There was no pretending this time, Caden pulled his mom swiftly onto his lap, pulling her against his erection. Allie was no longer wondering, for now she knew, he was indeed built larger than his father, and she couldn't stop herself from pressing against it as she sat in his lap.
It was Caden's hands now on the hem of her t-shirt as he released her from his hug. With a practiced moved that belied his age, he swiftly removed the t-shirt over his mom's head, leaving her naked, sitting in his lap.
Allie gasped, surprised, but secretly thrilled to be naked so brazenly in front of her son. Her nipples so hard they ached, the damp spot growing more noticeable between her legs.
Caden pulled his mother towards him, drawing her near, her chest mere inches from his face. She watched as Caden leaned in, his lips slowly closing around the breast nearest to him. Caden sucked firmly on her nipple, pulling it firmly into his mouth, his teeth grazing against her nipple, a gentle bite, sending a shock wave directly to her moist cunt.
Caden switched to the other breast, giving it the same semi-rough treatment.
"Much better mother, I had to hold back last night, but now, I will get what I want." said her suddenly confident son.
Allie felt Caden pull away from her breasts, his arms letting her go, before moving to her hips, Allie felt him pushing away, moving her off his lap.
"Kneel mother" Caden said, again quietly.
Allie slid off of Caden's lap, her knees again on the cold floor, looking up at Caden, timidly and willing.
"Take my cock out" he ordered briskly.
Allie, with hands she couldn't stop, reached for her sons pajama bottoms, opening the one oversized button that contained his male hardness, reaching into the opening, and placing her thin fingers around the shaft, guiding it through the material."
"You know what to do mother." He said.
She looked up at him, holding his cock, searching his eyes for a glimmer of waiver, a show of weakness that would stop this madness. Caden simply raised his eyebrows, indicating his impatience, and Allie leaned forward.
It has been awhile, and her last man wasn't as big as Caden, but, with no further hesitation, Allie leaned forward, looking closely at the purple shaft, seeing the veiny, taut skin, she leaned slowly forward, her warm breath first caressing the flesh through pursed lips, before kissing the head of her son's cock. A gentle, sweet kiss, her lips barely touching, eying the small glistening drop of man dew before dashing her tongue out tasting the viscous but clear precum, followed quickly by another kiss, and another, Allie almost lovingly massaging her son's cock with her lips.
She slowly opened her mouth, letting the thick head probe her open mouth, her tongue swirling against it, feeling him pushing slightly, before sucking it firmly into her warm, wet caressing mouth.
Most women tolerate giving a man head, especially if it means she will get the favor returned, some women hate it, and refuse to perform it once they are married, occasionally, there are women that truly enjoy giving head, either from the feeling of the cock in their throat, the power they have over a man, or, as in Allie's case, love it because of both the subservient position it puts them in and her desire to succumb totally in pleasing her man.
Once Allie took Caden's cock into her mouth, her instincts kicked in, she sucked him firmly, the awkward position of him sitting, and her kneeling keeping her from taking it deeper in her throat, causing her to suck even harder. Caden, recognizing the logistical challenge, slid forward in the kitchen chair, giving his mom better access to his engorged penis.
It was the movement Allie needed, as she greedily sucked her son deep into her throat, her hand reaching to his hips, pulling them forward, forcing him even deeper into her throat. Her gag reflex controlled from practice, she could feel the head of her son's cock pushing deep, seemingly pushing against her very larnyx.
Caden reached down, twining his fingers into her mousey blond hair, firmly tilting her head upward, Allie knew the sign, and looked up at her son, her eyes straining upward, to look into his eyes as she now hungrily devoured his cock. The hunger, need, and desire showing in her blue eyes as she struggled to maintain eye contact with his cock so firmly in her throat.
Caden was surprised, his previous girlfriends never being able to deep throat him, but his mom hungrily swallowing his cock, he could literally see the bulge in her throat, like a snake eating an egg. She worked her head slowly moving slightly forward before plunging on his dick again.
Allie knew she was good, her talents over the years always leaving her boyfriends satisfied, She knows that teasing, or stroking with her hands is not necessary. She knows that what men often want is to simply fuck her throat, and she loves it. Looking up at Caden, her eyes locked to his, pushed her face forward, taking him deep before pulling back slightly before again shoving her face forward till the cock impaled her throat.
"That's it mother, suck it" he said, Allie not needing the encouragement, but liking how it sounded. If she is going to be dirty, she wants to be filthy.
"Take my cock deep in your throat" more instructions she didn't need but loved.
"Suck it harder, yeah, like that" as Caden began to feel the urge that he knew he would soon mean delivering his load of cum from throat fucking his mom.
The entire episode had expired in just a few minutes, but Allies aggressive sucking was having its effect on her son. He knew he was going finish soon.
Allie knew too, from the swelling of his cock, the pulsating head lodged in her throat clearly indicating he need to shoot his load. Allie was going to release his cock, she yearned to see him shoot his load. For Allie, few things are more erotic than seeing a cock shooting it's load because of her ministrations, she wanted to see him cum, but Caden had other ideas.
Holding her firmly by the head, he again turned his mom's face towards his, and with one more deep thrust, pushed his cock deep into her mouth. His ejaculate squirted deeply into his mothers throat, she felt the sudden warm thick liquid pulsating against her gullet. She needed air, there was so much, he squirted again, her eyes watering now, swallowing hard to get it down.
He let go of her hair, allowing her to pull off, a sudden gasp for air, as his cock shot yet another thick, glob of cum, hitting her on the lips, splashing her cheek and nose, she again hungrily engulfed his hard cock, catching the last spurt or two directly in her mouth, swirling it in her mouth as if it were candy, tasting her reward, feeling it coating her teeth and tongue before swallowing, tasting the salty, musky cum for the first time.
"Thank you mother, that was pleasant. Now, go get yourself cleaned up, and don't forget what I said about shaving."
Allie looked at her son from the floor, unbelieving what just transpired, but hearing herself say in a quiet voice, "Yes Sir".