Melissa turned on the shower, warm steam rising as the water cascaded over her head. She hadn't gotten a wink of sleep the night before. Her husband, Josh--the high school sweetheart she had married around twenty years ago--had kept her awake, insisting on savoring every last moment before his two-week business trip. Dutiful and a little anxious, she had let him indulge in every perverted desire he had. Now, after the long drive back from the airport, all she wanted was the comfort of a hot shower before collapsing into bed.
"Are you sure you won't be tired at the airport?" she had asked him the night before, as he bent her over their bed for sodomy.
"I can sleep all I want on the plane," he had reassured her.
That bout of sodomy came after hours of foreplay--her straddling his face while he licked and sucked at her lips and clit--followed by slow, lingering lovemaking that left her raw and aching. By the time he was done with her cunt, it was red and puckered, but her insatiable husband wanted more. And so came the anal.
"I hope Junior doesn't turn out to be such a pervert," she had teased during one of those face-sitting sessions. After two decades together, family talk--and just about everything else--had long since ceased to be taboo in the bedroom.
"You think he's started having sex yet?" Josh asked, his voice muffled beneath her weight.
Melissa let out a soft moan before answering. "I don't think so. I've never seen him bring a girl home. And he's never tried sneaking out at night."
"Give it time. He's only eighteen," Josh said.
"By his age, you were already doing me in the butt," Melissa teased. "You think those panic attacks he's been having lately are holding him back?"
Josh chuckled. "Different times. And you were pregnant by twenty. Trust me. You don't know how many panic attacks you gave me--and your parents--with that news," he said with a grin, giving her butt a playful slap to signal he'd had enough of her weight.
But Melissa didn't move. Instead, she pressed down harder, rocking her hips against his face, rubbing her clit along the tip of his nose until a shudder ran through her and she came, moaning softly as she released across his mouth.
Melissa turned off the shower to soap herself. She lathered the suds over her small, round breasts, privately pleased that they still stood firm after all those years of being kneaded, squeezed, and played with by Josh. Her nipples tightened under her touch, and she caught herself wondering--was it last night's excess that still had her so easily aroused?
With a pang of disappointment, she remembered it would be two long weeks before her husband's mouth was back between her thighs. Sighing, she picked up the razor and began to shave, knowing full well that by the time Josh returned, a fresh bush would already have grown. Still, the habit was ingrained; she had long kept herself smooth for him, always ready to be devoured or to ride his face at his command.
She made sure every inch of her pussy was smooth, the razor gliding even between the cheeks of her ass to catch the stubborn stubble sprouting there. Satisfied, she took the showerhead and pressed it between her legs, the warm spray rinsing her clean as the shaving cream spiraled down the drain.
Then came a loud crash, followed by a heavy thud, and the bathroom door swung wide, slamming against the wall.
"Jesus," she muttered, yanking the shower curtain aside.
"Junior!" she screamed when she saw her son sprawled on the floor. His eyes were open, his hand clutched his chest, and he couldn't speak.
Melissa's heart seized. She knew exactly what was happening--another panic attack, only this time worse.
The paper bag--I need the paper bag, she thought, the doctor's warnings echoing in her mind.
"If you notice a severe episode, you must act immediately to control his hyperventilation. Have him breathe slowly into a paper bag or use another method to retain carbon dioxide. Rapid, shallow breathing can cause metabolic alkalosis, which is dangerous. Stay calm, but act quickly."
With her son in agony, Meslissa was nowhere near calm. She leapt from the tub, forgetting her feet were still slick with soap. She slipped hard, crashing to the tiles. She scrambled to rise, but fell again.
"No--no, I don't have time!" she cried, eyes darting to her son, lying helpless in front of her. "Do we even have a paper bag in the house?"
In the heat of the moment, she crawled towards him and straddled his face. Her thighs clamped down hard on his head, as she pressed her weight on him, smothering him instantly. "I am sorry, Junior," she said, keeping her cunt and ass tight against his nose and mouth. "This is for your own good."
Her heart thumped wildly in her chest, as she waited, not daring to release his head from between her thighs.
Soon, she felt his breathing slow, each hot exhale brushing against her cunt as she leaned forward, bracing herself with her palms pressed to the floor beside his chest. Had she successfully stopped the attack? She wondered. Should she get off him now?
"Oh!" she gasped when she felt it. "Ah! Mmm... oh!" she moaned, a tremor running through her as heat pooled between her thighs. "Ju...Junior?"
The warmth of his tongue was unmistakable, striking her cunt in fast, deliberate strokes. Her hips moved instinctively, grinding down as her thighs clamped harder around his head.
For a second, she responded back, rocking her hips instinctively, mistaking that it was her husband who was eating her out. But as soon as she saw the hard-on poking out of the JJ shorts, she suddenly remembered that it was her son's face she was sitting on, and it was his tongue that was swirling around her cunt.
She tried to get off of him, but he held her firm. His tongue slid across her slit, his mouth suckling and biting the lips, as she squirmed on his face. "Ah!, No...." she moaned. "Junior...we shouldn't...."
She arched her back, hands braced against his chest, as he found her clit and sucked on it. He nibbled and licked it before holding it tightly between his teeth, keeping it hostage as if daring her to move and let it rip.
His hands found her ass, kneading it to her reluctant delight. He cupped and felt her cheeks, fingers sliding along her crack, searching for her little rosebud--which, to her relief, remained well-hidden against his nose.
Melissa could no longer hold back. She arched her neck and pressed her weight into his face as she leaned forward, her face inches from his dick, before tumbling into a cry of ecstasy. She could no longer care that neighbors might hear her, perhaps wondering if she'd brought another man home right after her husband had left.
All she felt was the tingle between her legs and the incessant sucking, as her juices rushed from her cunt, the slick heat spreading across his mouth and chin, until the wetness made her slip off his face, her ass sliding onto his neck.
Melissa stayed straddled over him for a few more seconds. She could feel his hot breath on her behind, and she knew he could see her ass clearly now. But shame and guilt over what had happened kept her frozen.
Then she crawled forward, sliding off him and climbing back into the tub. She pulled the curtain closed and pressed herself against the wall, ass up, face down, waiting for him to slowly get up, take a piss, and eventually leave.
By the time Melissa climbed back into bed, she was thoroughly exhausted and nearly half-asleep. She was grateful it was Saturday and she didn't have to go to work, but the dread of having to have a conversation with Josh Jr. later lingered with her all the way into her dreams.
Chapter 2
Melissa woke up in the afternoon. She had completely forgotten about lunch, but the pizza box in the trash reassured her that he had ordered in. She didn't dare linger in the kitchen, quickly grabbing something from the fridge, fearing that Junior might walk in.
As she climbed the stairs, she could hear him playing games in his room. Her motherly instincts told her he should be preparing for his finals, but the scolding would have to wait. First, she needed to work up the courage to even look him in the eyes.
Melissa was painfully aware of her pussy as she rummaged through the wardrobe, searching for something to wear. She decided to go for a massage, planning to speak with Junior briefly before avoiding him for the rest of the day.
The panties gave her a wedgie as she pulled them up. Instinctively, one hand went to adjust them, but she realised it didn't matter under her jeans. Somehow, the small discomfort distracted her from the tingling between her legs, still throbbing from Josh Sr.'s attention last night and Josh Jr.'s mishap that morning.
Her face flushed, shamefully aware that she'd just involved her son in a sexual daydream. She shook it off, put on her bra, and pulled on a cute T-shirt. Did I really enjoy what he did to me? she thought. Would he understand if I explained that I did it to save his life?
Melissa knocked on his door before stepping inside. Seeing him at his desk, back turned to her, gave her the courage to proceed. She gently made him swivel around and patted the spot beside her on the bed, inviting him over so they could talk.
"'Look,' she began, fidgeting with the clutch in her hands as she searched for words.
He sat down, awkwardly crossing his legs in a futile attempt to conceal his erection. For a fleeting moment, she almost laughed, but her motherly instincts held her back. "Junior, there's nothing to be embarrassed about..." Her voice softened, each word chosen carefully. "About having a boner."
He immediately looked up at her, startled to hear such a blunt word from his mother after everything that had happened that morning.
"Yes, I can see you're trying to hide it," Melissa said, her tone gentle, before she made him uncross his legs.
"Sorry, mom," he murmured, speaking for the first time since his mouth had been occupied for something far less innocent. "And what I did....did..."
Melissa helped him out, a quiet relief filling her chest as she thought that they were rebuilding something resembling a normal relationship. "What happened this morning wasn't your fault," she assured him softly. "You were just being curious."
Even as she spoke, her eyes betrayed her, occasionally drifting to the growing tent straining against his lap.
Lord, it was getting bigger, she thought. Didn't he jerk off when she was sleeping? Her eyes darted to the trash can stuffed with tissues and the socks scattered around his bed--no doubt crusty with jizz.
He had no idea she knew. It wasn't the first time she'd come across socks stiff with his cum or sheets marked with stains. And it was always her who hand-washed his underwear, scrubbing out the spots too stubborn for the washing machine to handle.
Melissa knew she had to get out--before he found his courage again, or before she herself lost control. Junior was the image of his father: tall, lanky, a touch shy. But in her gut she knew he had inherited more than just his looks; the same appetites, the same dangerous capacity simmered beneath his quiet exterior.
"Look, can you keep what happened today between us?" she said quietly. "Your father doesn't need to know."
"He won't like it," she added, letting the words linger like a veiled threat--just in case Junior ever thought of turning it against her.
She rose to her feet, ready to head for the door, but a pang of sympathy struck her as her eyes fell on the restless swell straining between his legs. She knew he had no girl to turn to for comfort, and she worried that this entire encounter might leave him with a lingering fear of girls.
She sighed, gears turning in her head as she came to a conclusion she hadn't known she was capable of making. 'Come, Junior, follow me.'
xxx
Melissa steered her car toward a different massage spot than the one she had planned earlier. Junior rode shotgun, sitting quietly, though she could tell he still didn't quite understand why he suddenly needed a massage.
As they entered the shabby place, she slipped a couple of banknotes to the masseuse along with the price for a normal massage. The girl understood immediately, nodding and whispering to Melissa that she would give him the best happy ending he'd ever had.
Junior remained clueless as he went to his room, while Melissa walked toward her own, ready for a regular massage that would ease the tension in her muscles, which had been tight since yesterday.
On their way home, Melissa glanced at her son and smiled. She liked the way he was beaming, clearly pleased with the secret he thought she didn't know. He reminded her of the first time she had brought Josh Sr. there, during one of their extramarital adventures--if a birthday handjob from a masseuse could really be counted as one. And he was beaming like that too.
"Did you enjoy the massage?" She asked, suppressing her desire to smile.
He nodded, suddenly growing shy, as if he was afraid his mom might discover the little adventure he'd had during the session.
"Did she get rid of that... boner?" she asked, unable to hold back now, her eyes flicking toward his crotch.
He gasped. "You knew?" She could see the wheels turning in his head as he began to realise it was she who had orchestrated the whole thing.
"I thought she was interested in me," he said, smiling now as he buried his face in his hands. "That's why she didn't give me her number when I asked."
"You don't need her number," Melissa said, keeping her eyes on the road. "All you need to do is spend a little money." She glanced at him. "Behave yourself, be a good boy, and I'll take you there again."
"Really?" He said, beaming again.
"Of course," she said.
"Next time, can you make her sit on me like you did this morning?"
His question came completely out of nowhere, and Melissa blushed, amazed that he was still thinking about it.
"Umm..." she hesitated, avoiding his gaze. "You need to get a girl yourself for that. Then you can make her do it," she said. "That's how men get what they want."
She felt a small thrill of satisfaction--she had successfully come up with a way to divert him from this topic. Of course, she knew places that offered a service like that, but there was no way she would send her precious son there. Let alone let strangers sit on his face.
"So... Dad makes you do it?" he asked, curiosity bright in his eyes. "Do you... sit on his face?"
Melissa flushed even deeper. She hoped it was just the innocent curiosity boys his age often had--but she knew better. A new hard-on had formed between his thighs, and he was squirming in his seat.
"Sometimes," Melissa let out a shy chuckle, hoping his questions would stop there.
But her hopes didn't last long. "When? Where?" he pressed, eyes wide with curiosity.
Melissa's cheeks burned hotter. She fidgeted with her hands, trying to come up with a noncommittal answer. "Well... it's not really something I can just explain," she said, hoping to redirect the conversation.
"If you don't tell me, I'll ask Dad," Junior said, turning to the other side as if she'd hurt his feelings by dodging the questions.
Melissa didn't panic; she simply smiled. She knew he wouldn't go through with it. If he were that brave, he would have had a girlfriend already, she thought.
"You really want to know that much?" she said, glancing at her son before fixing her eyes back on the road. "Ok, I'll tell you," she said. "Only if you keep this between us."
His eyes brightened at the deal, and he nodded vigorously.
"Well, I sit on his face whenever he asks me to, and you know where we do it."
"In the bedroom?"
"Yep," she said, shrugging her shoulders.
"You have never done it anywhere else?"
"Hmmm," she said, biting her lip instinctively. "Let me think." She glanced at him again, noticing the bulge growing beneath his shorts. Was he hard again? she thought, getting distracted. All that massage he'd had seemed to have done nothing to calm his desires.
"Maybe a few times in the living room when you were at school," she continued, winking at him. "And a couple of times in the kitchen."
"You guys are total perverts," he said, chuckling.
"Heyyy," she replied. "Watch your language, young man."
"Sorry, Mom," he said, hiding his grin behind his fist.
The conversation moved on to something else, and the two spoke about different things.
As they rounded the last corner before their home, Junior spoke to her again. It seemed he'd been working up the courage to ask, and as he did, he fidgeted nervously in his seat, glancing at her with wide, expectant eyes.
"Can you sit on me while Dad is away?" he blurted out. Then he continued with his usual pleas even before she could respond: "Please... Mom... please... just one time..."
Melissa sighed. She'd expected the question was swirling in his head, but she hadn't realised he had that much courage. And that alone somehow made her heart skip a little. He'd just made a move on a girl he desired, and even if it was his mom, rejecting him outright would only make him more timid. And she wasn't ready to crush his spirit that way.
"Honey, I can't sit on you," she began as she pulled into the driveway. "No matter how much I love you." Then, her gaze dropped to his crotch, a pang of pity welling in her heart. "Tell you what," she continued softly, "if you promise me that you'll make an effort to find a girl at school, I'll... take care of that for you." She then pointed at his crotch.
"Take it as a reward for being brave," she said, leaning closer, her hand brushing his thigh. "A little example of what you can make a girl do... if you're brave enough." She bit her lip. "Maybe you can make her sit on you... like your father made me." Her hand moved to the seat belt, undoing it with deliberate slowness. "Now... go wait for me in your room."
Chapter 3
Melissa's heart raced as she picked out an outfit from her wardrobe. She was sure nothing beyond what she'd promised him would happen, but she wanted him to get the full experience: the experience of having a girl at his disposal, the experience of their usefulness, the experience of how a woman takes care of her man. She hoped that her gesture would inspire him to go and get a girl of his own.
She swapped her jeans for a short skirt that hugged her thighs and chose a sheer black blouse to replace the T-shirt she had worn to the massage parlor. She had never dared to wear them outside; they were pieces she had bought only to please Josh Sr., tucked away for moments when she wanted to feel bold for him alone, and now that she was wearing them for Junior made her heart pump harder.
In the mirror, she touched up her makeup, making sure her lips were glossy red and her mascara soft. She unbuttoned the top button of her blouse, letting the edge of her bra peek out just enough to catch the eye.
Then, she went down to his room.
In his room, Junior sat nervously on the bed. Melissa lingered in the doorway, her eyes tracing how much of a man he had grown into. His face lit up the moment he caught sight of her.
"Are you ready for your reward, young man?" Melissa asked, her voice slipping into a role that was no longer just his mother's.
He nodded, swallowing hard as Melissa sat down beside him, her hand slowly moving toward his shorts.
"Let's see what's troubling you," she murmured, tugging them down. Her fingers lingered over the firm bulge pressing against his briefs, rubbing gently.
Junior moaned softly at her touch.
"Come on," she said. "Take it out. Don't be shy," she continued.
She watched as he obeyed, his hand pulling out his cock. For the first time in a long while, Melissa saw it--thick, heavy and even bigger than Josh Sr.'s. A strange pride welled up in her, as she knew girls would be lining up to get a taste of it.
She slapped his hand away when he stroked himself. "Don't ever do that when you've got a girl here to do it for you," she scolded.
She gave it a quick tug and watched it grow before she made him lay down on the bed. She used one hand to lift up his T-shirt, exposing his belly, while the other hand jerked his cock slowly.
"Mom?" He said, looking up at her, timidly keeping his hands by his side.
She leaned over slightly, tilting her head with a gentle smile. "Yes, honey?" she said, her voice warm and calm, as if nothing about the moment was unusual.
"Can you give me a kiss?" he asked, his voice hesitant and unsure.
Melissa climbed onto the bed, straddling his belly, one knee on either side. Her skirt rode up slightly as she leaned down, eyes locked on his. "Listen," she said, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "Girls don't like it when you ask. Once you let them touch your cock... well, kissing's just part of the fun."
She had only meant to tease him before returning to stroking him, but Junior had already taken her lesson to heart. He cupped her face, holding her head firmly, and pulled her in for a kiss.
His kiss was that of a confident young man, and Melissa was secretly pleased that he didn't hold his desires back. He sucked on her lips--this time the ones on her face--before pushing his tongue in, even though Melissa resisted at first.
"Is this the mouth Dad gets to kiss every day?" he asked as their lips parted, already sizing himself up against his dad.
"Oh!" she blurted. "He gets to do more than just kiss." Her eyes went wide instantly, and a flush of regret hit her as she realised exactly what she'd just admitted.
"Like what?" he asked, not willing to drop the subject now, his eyes locked on hers, daring her to answer.
Melissa bit her lip, a nervous laugh escaping before she could stop it. "You really want to know?" she teased, her cheeks flushing as she realised exactly how much she'd revealed.
He nodded, his hands resting on her thighs.
She sighed, nervously biting her lips again as she whispered. "He gets to put his cock in also."
And as she prepared to get off him, to return to the earlier hand-job, he pulled her in for another kiss. This time, it was less gentle, with more tongue, more passion, and the yanking of her neck.
"Show me," he said simply, and Melissa knew exactly what he meant.
"Honey, we can't," she replied, letting out a soft, nervous laugh.
"Why not?" he pressed, and Melissa realised she was in for a long round of pestering.
"Because..." she hesitated. Did she really need to explain their dynamic? She sighed, gathering herself. "My mouth is only for your dad."
"But we already kissed," he murmured, his voice low and challenging. "Doesn't that mean you can suck my cock too?"
"But it's not the same," she said, though she knew his pleading was melting her. She glanced over her shoulder at his cock.
She stroked it a few times behind her back as she pleaded with him. "Can't I just do it with my hands?"
Junior shook his head, seemingly emboldened by how she'd caved to each of his demands, and a small smile tugged at her lips as she remembered how similar he was to his stubborn father when he first took her in the ass.
When she saw the resolve in his eyes, Melissa yielded. She turned around, still straddling his belly with one knee on either side, but this time she faced his legs--and his cock.
She felt her skirt ride higher as she leaned down towards his cock, and the more she leaned forward, the more her ass slid on him until she was sitting on his chest, her mouth almost touching the tip.
Melissa took a deep breath and leaned in further to take his cock into her mouth, her hair rushing forward. It was warm, large, and filled her mouth nicely, and she was ashamed that she quite liked having it there.
Heat rushed to her cheeks as she worked on him, secretly relieved that he wasn't facing her to witness her shame.
She sucked the tip, coating it with plenty of saliva before going down deeper, one hand holding the base to steady it with each slide. She licked the sides as well, as her husband had taught her, before putting it back in her mouth for another round of stroking.
Junior moaned, his hands holding her tightly at the waist before sliding down to rest on her hips. When he lifted her skirt to reveal the thong she secretly wore underneath for thrills, Melissa gasped, but she continued her work, realising that he was getting closer, his hips bucking and his toes curling as she pushed his cock deep into her throat.
In a few more strokes, Junior came, globs of hot cum rushing into Melissa's mouth. She wrapped her lips tightly around his cock, making sure to catch all of it, though some still spilled around the shaft, blobs sticking to the pubic hair at its base.
She stayed on him for a few more minutes, swallowing his load and licking his cock clean, catching every little bit she had missed. She didn't mind taking his cum, for he was her son, and if there was one man in this world who could replace her husband, it was him--and she knew it.
"Did you love it?" she asked when she slid off him, cheeks flushed, tugging down her skirt, which had ridden all the way up her waist.
His reaction was that of a boy utterly smitten, as if he'd fallen head over heels for his mom. His body glowed with desire, and every inch of him seemed hooked on her now. "Can we do this again sometimes?" he whispered, voice thick with need.
And Melissa could only smile.
It was Sunday, and Melissa wasn't in church. Instead, she was sprawled in her son's bed, surrounded by takeout boxes and empty cola cans, watching him play computer games. How long is he going to keep playing? she wondered, tugging down her top as it kept rising above her belly button.
Nothing sexual had happened between them since the blow job last evening, but Junior had insisted they spend the day together, and Melissa couldn't pretend she wasn't excited at the prospect.
She'd gotten up early, taken a long shower and done her make up before choosing a short pleated skirt and a long-sleeved top for the day. She omitted a bra, her breasts stretching the fabric taut, but her panties were modest, as she was still ashamed that Junior had caught her wearing a thong last time.
He must've thought she was a slut for it, Melissa concluded, and her cheeks still flushed whenever she imagined him seeing the thong buried between her ass cheeks as she leaned down and sucked his cock.
"Why don't we go out?" Melissa asked, staring at her son's back as he spoke into the mic on his headset. She'd been observing him for a while now, hoping he might eventually come over to the bed and spend some time with her. Maybe he'd kiss her, she thought. Or they could just cuddle. Maybe he'd even ask for a blowjob--though she'd already told herself she wouldn't give in so easily this time. After all, it had been his idea that she spent the day in his room instead of going out with her friends.
"Let's go to the mall," she said again, this time a little bit louder.
"Melissa, shut up," he replied, spinning his chair around. "Don't you see I'm talking?" He then pointed at his mic, as if she was supposed to understand everything from that gesture alone.
Melissa sat bolt upright, slightly annoyed that he would address her by her first name. Maybe she was giving him everything he wanted, she thought. And that was spoiling him. Perhaps things had gone far enough, and it would be best to wrap things up now before he got comfortable treating her that way.
As her maternal instinct kicked in and she was about to reprimand him, he spoke into the mic. "Melissa?" he chuckled, apparently replying to whoever was on the other side. "That's my girlfriend," he said, simultaneously mouthing to her, "Sorry, Mom."
Then, it hit her. He must have been ashamed to let people know that he was playing games with his mother by his side, and the knowledge that she was something to be ashamed about stung more than she expected.
On the other hand, girlfriend? she thought, and a small smile appeared on her face. That was something he was proud to have around, and if staying close to him meant being his girl, she thought she could play that role.
She climbed down from the bed, and to his pleasure, she straddled his lap, knees on either side, her hands wrapping around his chest. "Girlfriend?" she whispered. "I thought you were single."
He laughed, pulling her in for a kiss before speaking into the mic again. He chatted with his online buddies for a while, leaving Melissa longing for more, before adding, "They don't believe you. They want to hear your voice."
Melissa's heart raced. Thoughts rushed to her head now. Would they believe it if they actually heard her? What if they questioned her age when they heard her voice? Would they ever find out she was his mom?
As she wrestled with those thoughts, Junior took off the headset and put it on her with a mischivous grin. "Go on," he said. "Say something. Prove it."
Melissa's fingers hovered over the mic, her heart hammering in her chest. She took a shaky breath, trying to steady her voice. "Hi... I'm Melissa," she whispered, barely audible at first.
"Say it a bit louder," Junior urged, leaning closer, his grin widening as Melissa noticed.
Melissa swallowed, then spoke again, this time more clearly, the words carrying a mixture of nervousness and daring. "Hi, I'm Melissa."
The sound of laughter and surprised chatter came from the other end of the call. Melissa's cheeks flushed, but a small thrill ran through her. She was his girlfriend now--not just in their secret little world, but to those strangers online as well.
As she pressed her face against his chest, her hands wrapped around his back, Junior spun the chair around and went back to his game. He kept the headphones on her for a while, letting her listen to the teasing and admiring comments of his buddies.
Then he took them back, speaking into his mic. Melissa couldn't make out much of their conversation because his heart was pounding so fast beneath her cheek that it drowned out everything else. But from the scraps she caught, it seemed the discussion had moved back to the game.
Oh! She loved being this close to him, she thought, a peaceful warmth settling in her heart.
But that peace didn't last long.
As Melissa tightened her hug, settling deeper into his lap and trying to find a comfortable position, she felt his cock. It was rock hard underneath his shorts and pressed against her cunt, the fabrics remaining the only barriers between them.
Melissa's breaths came faster.
Every time he typed on the keyboard or slammed his hand on the desk, the chair shook, and Melissa could feel his cock slamming against her cunt.
One time, she moaned slightly, cheeks flushed, biting her lip in shame as Junior looked down and met her gaze.
"Yeah," he said, chuckling into his mic. "She just did that." And as Melissa listened, he added. "She is on my lap."
Melissa could only look at him in shame. She'd just moaned on her son's lap, and his online buddies were curious about it.
"They want to hear it again?" he said, his voice commanding, as if he was the one calling the shots now.
Melissa bit her lip harder, wishing the ground would swallow her whole. "Please," she whispered. "Don't make me do this."
But Junior was stubborn. He grabbed her waist and pressed her down on his cock, making her gasp and moan. "Oh--mmm!"
He laughed, and she was sure the others were snickering, probably finding her predicament amusing.
He did it again.
"Oh--ugh--mmph!"
And again.
"Ah--mmph... please!"
Melissa squirmed on his lap, giggling, trying to get away, but he held her down tightly. "Come on, don't be feisty."
"Josh... please," she begged, still giggling, not even aware that she was calling him Josh now. "You are killing me."
"Josh?" he whispered. "I like that." Then he planted a kiss on her cheek in reward, before covering the microphone with his hand to whisper, "Call me that from now on, Mom."
Junior's laughter resumed as Melissa listened to him, replying to them.
"They say you gotta lose something," he said, sliding her closer. "If you don't want to entertain them."
"What?" Melissa whispered, her voice smaller than she expected.
"Moan, or take something off," he said. "Your top or your skirt."
Melissa's face burned with heat as she went through the mental exercise of staying on her son's lap, wearing only her panties below or topless with her tits exposed. The alternative was to indulge a group of strangers with their perverted requests, for she knew they wouldn't stop at moans and would make her perform all sorts of sex noises in front of her son.
Finally, she made the decision. She got off his lap, and with downcast eyes, she unzipped her skirt. She could hear his giggles and laughs as he fooled around with them, telling them that she had eventually made her mind.
As she stepped out of her skirt, legs trembling, Junior put the headphones on her. "Tell them what you've decided to lose."
Melissa swallowed, shame welling up in her lower abdomen as she gathered her nerves. "I... I've decided... to lose the skirt," she said, painfully aware that from the waist down, she had nothing but her panties. She felt Junior's gaze on her--especially between her legs--but the voices coming through the headphones distracted her.
Most of them blurred together in a jumble of noise until one voice cut through: "Does she still have her panties on?" Then they started arguing among themselves about whether she was wearing panties or not.
Melissa let out a laugh, stifling it with the back of her hand. She felt a little better now, staring at Junior, who was slowly growing into the shadow of her husband.
She rolled her eyes when one of them made her settle the argument. "Yes," she said, moving closer to Junior as his gaze lingered on her crotch. "I'm still wearing them."
"What kind?" another voice asked.
Melissa looked down, cheeks flushing as she smoothed the soft cotton fabric of her panties between her fingers. "Just... plain cotton," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
"What color are they?"
"Green," she said, distracted, as Junior gestured for her to climb back onto his lap--and she obliged.
He settled her right on the spot, his bulge aligned with her panties-clad cunt, like a hotdog being placed inside an upside-down bun. When he grabbed her ass and urged her thighs to spread further, her entire bodyweight pressed down onto his cock, and all she could do to avoid falling off the chair was hug him tightly.
"Josh, I don't think I can stay like this for long," Melissa said, moaning softly. Through the headphones, she could still hear the voices on the other end, whispering and laughing, still discussing her every move.
"What? Without moaning?" Junior teased.
"Without falling down," she said, as heat pooled between her legs, desperately trying to steady herself.
"Maybe lose the panties," a voice said. "It'll improve the grip," another added, as a fresh round of laughter crackled through the line.
"Can we just be alone?" Melissa said. She had finally had enough. Being in this precarious position on Junior's lap was challenging enough--having to listen to those perverts on top of that was unbearable. It was simply too much.
Junior nodded, taking off the headphones from her before bidding farewell to his mates. He then unplugged the headphones and shut the computer down.
"Finally... just you and me," he said, his hands resting on her butt, giving her his full, undivided attention. "So... what should I make my girlfriend do first?" he added, talking to himself.
Melissa swallowed hard. Now that the perverts were gone, she didn't know what to do next. He couldn't possibly be thinking about sex... could he? A sudden sense of dread gripped her tightly.
"Look... Junior," she started, then quickly corrected herself with a blush, "Josh."
Junior didn't let her speak. He pulled her in, one hand sliding up her back while the other gripped her ass cheek, squeezing it firmly. "Shhhh, I'm thinking."
Melissa realised he was feeling her up now, and she felt the wet spot on her panties growing, making the fabric cling to her cunt.
What am I? She asked herself. Couldn't possibly be a mother. No mother would be on their son's lap, in her panties, getting wet from rubbing against his cock. At the same time, she doubted if she was really his girlfriend. Would he seriously want me as one? Someone twenty-two years his senior? And what about her husband? What would he become?
As those thoughts raced in her mind, Junior spoke. "Take out my cock."
Melissa obeyed, her trembling hands travelling to his waist to pull down his shorts, a twisted sense of pride welling up in her chest that her son had finally embraced the role of a masculine man.
She no longer had to think, she told herself. Instead, she would listen to her son. The son that was her lover now. The son that was her boyfriend. The son who just had become the man of the house.
For what it was worth, Melissa still loved her husband, for he had been her first love. But she wasn't sure if she loved him as much as she loved Junior now.
She looked at Junior's cock. It was thick, girthy and brimming with youth. She belonged to it now, she thought, before taking it in her hand, stroking it.
"Where do you want it?" Junior asked.
Melissa bit her lip, a flush rising to her cheeks, fighting her own burning desire to preserve the last shred of her maternal image while telling a lie. "In my mouth?"
He shook his head, as if he could read her mind. Instead, he rested a hand against her panty crotch, one finger lingering just at the edge, testing her, waiting to see if she would stop him. "How about in your cunt?"
"I...ahem... if you... insist," Melissa stammered, swallowing hard, her hands moving to his shoulders, giving him permission to do whatever he wanted to do between her legs.
Junior finally tugged her panties aside, and Melissa's face burned with shame, the cold air in the room lapping up her bald pussy.
"Smooth," he said, his eyes fixed on it before letting his fingers roam. "Not even a landing strip? Aren't you a little too old for a bald pussy?"
Melissa's cheeks flushed with shame, but she endured his teasing, her body tense beneath his touch. "If you... want one," she whispered, "you just need to say it... I can grow one out for you."
She bit her lip when he pushed a finger in, the slender digit wiggling its way into her cunt. Then he pushed in the second finger. Then, the third. Melissa couldn't hide her depravity anymore. Her cunt was stretched to the maximum, and she could only hope that he would stop at three.
But Junior was still a teenager, and no matter how much of a man he acted, he was still inexperienced, and Melissa knew it wouldn't be long before he would replace the fingers with his cock.
Her instincts were spot on. He told her to inch closer before lining his cock with her cunt, her panties still pushed aside. She sank down onto him, her full weight pressing against him as she moaned shamelessly.
Her hands wrapped around his neck as she rode him, moving up and down, each of his thrusts driving deeper into her. His hands stayed on her hips, pressing her down when they weren't kneading her curves.
Melissa came first, already heated from a morning full of anticipation and his relentless teasing. Junior took his time, groaning loudly with each thrust.
Finally, his hips buckled and a loud grunt escaped his lips before asking if he could cum inside. Melissa whispered that he could--that he shouldn't worry about a thing and that she would take care of it all--before feeling his warm load rush into her, wave after wave of youthful cum crashing against her walls.
They stayed like that for a while, kissing passionately, as Junior's cock pulsed and twitched inside her. Melissa couldn't have been more proud of her boy.
She then got off him, tugging her panties back in place, as she knelt between his legs and sucked his cock clean. She sucked the tip, then took in the entire length, scraping up the cum coating his shaft, even getting the cum in the gap between the cockhead and body.
As she looked up at him from her position, sweat beading her brow and her temples damp, her son was bristling with joy.
"You are the best girlfriend anyone could ever have, Mom." he said, cupping her face.
And Melissa felt a surge of pride bubbling up inside her.