Alone with Mom

“Jason?” My mother called out the following afternoon. “Can you come into the studio please and help me pack?”

“Coming!” I walked down there, a bit more eagerly then you’d expect from someone who was about to start packing heavy equipment. But I’d never been in there before, just seen it in her videos. There was something… magical about it. A secret that I was now being invited into. Even if it was only for the purpose of lifting things. This was the place where I’d seen Mom take countless loads, what I’d looked at for countless loads of my own.

Mom was laying on the bed, patting the side next to her. “Come lay here with me for a moment Jason.” I obediently trotted over, laying down next to her. The situation felt awkward, though of course my boner didn’t seem to care. I tried to position myself in such a way that she wouldn’t notice but she just laughed. “Don’t be silly sweetheart. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before. _Especially _here.”

She leaned against me, my cock twitching at the contact. “It’s going to be great having a real studio, but I’m still going to miss this place. It was really ours you know? Your father built this with his own hands.” She looked at me. “And yours, of course. I remember you lugging all those beams with these strong arms.” She giggled. “My two handsome men, all muscled and sweaty.” Mom trailed off for a moment, was that a flush on her face?

“You’ve been very good through all of this, Jason. That’s part of why we’re moving. Your father and I… we know we can rely on you and that you can handle being the Alpha.” Mom settled against me, getting a bit more comfortable. “But I wouldn’t have done it, if it hadn’t been for the other thing.”

“The...other thing?”

“Your super-cute, massive crush on your mom.” She giggled again. I tried to move away a bit, my first instinct was to deny the accusation. Mom wouldn’t have it and, I don’t know what other word to use for this, she pounced on me. Within seconds she’d swung her legs around and straddled me, grinding against my cock. She leaned over and whispered in my ear. “You know your dad, he doesn’t think you’ll be able to do it, that you’ll even want to.”

“D...do what?”

“Fuck.Your.Mom,” she said, punctuating each word. She smiled, like a cougar looking at a particularly tasty prey. “He’s hoping you’ll come around though, seeing it normalized in Queen’s River. You want to know a secret about your dad?”

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.

“Here where we live, it’s normal, even expected to sometimes see your wife getting fucked. But your dad? He gets off on it. You know that joke he made about you getting me pregnant? That night I told him I’d have you do it. I don’t think he was that horny even on our honeymoon.” Mom laughed.

“But somehow,I don’t think you’ll need much convincing, will you Jason? Not with all those videos of me that you have, not with all the times you’ve been watching me shower, or when you snuck over and watched me in here through the window…. Not with that collection of panties you have hidden under that panel in your sock drawer…” Mom took off her shirt, her breasts spilling out, making me gasp at seeing them up close like this. “No… I don’t think you’ll need any coaxing to fuck me, will you? You’re going to have your mommy any time you want.” She smirked, lifting herself off me, gesturing for me to take my pants off.

“When we get there, you’ll be in charge. You can take me at any time. But I thought for our first time, you might appreciate your mother taking the lead. You don’t have to do anything baby, just lie back and enjoy.” She grabbed a bottle of lube, squirted some in her hands and start stroking my cock. I couldn’t help but moan as the object of my affection, my obsession for the past year was jerking me off. I gave a small frustrated whine as she let go, giving her a pleading look. Before I could open my mouth however, she smiled and wrapped her massive jugs around my throbbing cock. The sensation was… incredible. The warmth, the softness… It took every ounce of my willpower not to come right there and then.

And her warm, motherly smile. The happiness on her face at how she was making me feel. I’ve mentioned this before but mom seems to really come alive during sex. It’s an infectious joy and I couldn’t help but grin along as she started to slowly move her tits up and down.

“You can come anytime you want, Jason,” she said, giving the tip of my cock a little kiss as it peaked out from between the mountains on her chest. “This is just to take the edge of for when you fuck me.” My hips bucked involuntarily, making my mother laugh again. “Don’t worry baby, just come for mommy, cover mommy’s titties with your cum. You’ll be able to do this again, and again and again… Mommy’s _yours _now.” That did it for me, my balls contracting as I started jizzing all over her, the first spurt hitting her on the cheek while the rest covered her massive tits. Mom never stopped moving her breasts, squeezing them tightly around me.

“Better?”

I could only nod, out of breath. Mom jiggled her tits, decorated with my jizz. “You made a bit of a mess sweetie,” she laughed. “Will I ever stop having to clean up after you?” We both laughed at that, my cock twitching at the sight of her. Of her marked by my semen. “Guess you want more huh” She winked, moving her face down next to my cock, licking it experimentally before grabbing it and engulfing it in her mouth. I groaned, still sensitive as she lovingly cleaned my cock with her tongue. As I slowly grew hard in her mouth she stopped when she judged me adequately clean, glistening with her saliva.

“You’ll get the full blowjob experience next time, but for now…” she straddled me again, guiding my cock to her pussy and slowly sinking down. “Now it’s time to go back where you came from.” If I thought being between Mom’s tits was amazing, it was nothing compared to being inside of her. I’d watched Mom do this hundreds of times and I could feel her experienced pussy ripple around me, squeezing me. It felt like she was fucking me even without moving.

She smiled, as if she knew exactly what I was thinking. “Now this is the pussy of a real pro,” she winked as she slowly started riding me, my balls lightly tapping against her ass every time she bottomed out. Even though I’d just come, I was already fighting to hold back a second load. When my mother placed my hands on her ass and told me to grab hold and start fucking, that dialed up to eleven.

“Mom… god you feel….” She just smiled and picked up the pace, squeezing me softly. I started lifting my hips up to time my thrusts, slamming my cock inside of her, making her moan out in pleasure. The look of joy, of ecstasy on her face as she rode

“That’s it sweetie. Fuck your mother. We’ve got all the time in the world; I’m not going anywhere. You can have me as often as you want. Go ahead, cum inside me if you need to.” She leaned over, her breasts squishing against my chest. “It’s not a safe day for me, baby,” she said, before kissing me. That did it for me, for the second time that day I unloaded for my mother, this time directly into her womb, the image of her with a baby bump, my baby bump, was too much for me. I just kept filling her up.

At the time I was surprised at how much I came, though she later confessed to having dosed me with SpermiZan that morning. 'Just to be sure.'

After my mother had thoroughly milked me, she got up off the bed. A bit wobbly on her feet, she walked over to the computer. It was at that point I realized the camera’s in the room were on.

“I think this footage is going to be amazing sweetheart. An instant bestseller!” Her happy smile made it impossible for me to be outraged. “I can’t wait to send this off to your father for editing.”

“You… filmed us?”

“Well duh,” she beamed back at me, radiantly. “Of course! I wanted our first time immortalized, so we could watch it back whenever we wanted. But I think this is good enough to sell too. I should get started right away. What do you think of ‘Son’s first time with mother, live conception?’

My mother, ladies and gentlemen, the consummate professional.

After I got over the shock I stood up and swept her into my arms, depositing her back on the bed. “Live conception? In that case I think we’d better make sure.”

Mom was right. Dad loved the footage when we brought it with us during the move. He spent an entire day ‘editing’ the video. To be fair to him, the movie looked fantastic when he showed it to us later. Me and Mom gave him a live show as a reward.

It’s been a couple of years since then, and Mom’s popularity has exploded. I majored in film school in Queen's River and now work at our little company full time. Officially, Dad still runs it, but more and more I make all the important business decisions. Leaving him more time to relax and enjoy life. He’s earned it as far as I’m concerned.

I think I got my voyeuristic streak from Dad, because I absolutely love seeing my mom get fucked. I’ve made tons of movies with her myself, of course. We continued shooting well into her pregnancy. But there is something about watching her have the time of her life that never fails to bring a smile to my face.