Dinner with Javier and his mother

Dinner with Javier had been a bit… strange, Isabella thought. Oh the food had been delicious and she supposed it made sense that there were no pictures of Javier’s father anywhere, though there were plenty of pictures of him and his mother and of his sisters. But Javier and his mother had been very… affectionate. Almost too affectionate? Isabella couldn’t quite put her finger on it but there was something about the way they hugged, kissed and smiled at each other that didn’t feel quite right.

And her dress… Isabella felt almost naked wearing it! Ana was wearing something similar but Isabella had felt a small thrill that Ben barely looked at Ana but at her instead. ‘Even though it’s wrong for a son to look at his mother like that’ she thought with the slightest tinge of guilt. Even so, to almost ignore Ana, who was very beautiful and gaze at her instead… it felt good to be noticed, to be appreciated. It had been a long time since anyone, let alone her deadbeat husband, had looked at her like Ben had this evening.

The drinks were a bit more potent than she was used to as well. Not that she felt drunk, but… perhaps a bit lightheaded? A warmth spread through her every time Ben looked at her, touched her hand, smiled in a way that seemed just for her. Isabella hoped the bedroom door would hold back some of the sounds she intended to make after they went to bed, she hadn’t gotten this worked up in quite awhile. Though judging from the bulge in Ben’s pants that she touched, quite accidentally when touching his leg, he might be too busy with his own ministrations to notice hers…

‘Bad mommy,’ she scolded herself as the image of Ben stroking himself entered her mind, shaking her head.

Ben was having similar issues. While he tried to listen to Javier and Ana tell about themselves and their town, his mind inevitably went back to his mother. Every time she touched him, smiled at him, he felt himself throb uncomfortably. He did notice Ana and Javier being very affectionate with each other. On the one hand he’d love to be that close to his mother. On the other, this already felt like **** to him. Imagining his mother casually pressing herself against him to give him a kiss on the cheek, stroking his arms or legs… he might explode then and there!

He wondered how Javier could stand it, or was it just him that seemed to be harboring these feelings for his own mother? He sighed internally. Of course it was, Javier and his mother were normal, well adjusted, if very affectionate, people. Ben shook his head to clear it. He’d jerk off tonight thinking about literally anyone else and that would solve the problem.

Isabella had hoped that, after they had said their goodbyes, the cool breeze outside during their walk back would clear her head. But the various couples they saw walking around only stoked the flames of her imagination. Quite a lot of the women seemed to be romantically involved with men that by age could have been their sons! She wondered if that’s how others saw her and Ben, a cougar escorting her prey back to her den.

Ben felt intoxicated by the presence of his mother, even moreso when she linked her arm through his, leaning her head against his shoulder. “They were nice people, weren’t they, Ana and Javier?”

“Hmm? Oh uhm, yes, very nice…” Ben recovered.

“Ana was very beautiful, wasn’t she?”

“Not as beautiful as you,” it had come out of his mouth before he even realized he said it.

Isabella giggled, stifling the moan that originally had wanted to come out. “You’re very sweet,” she mumbled as they ascended the stairs to their holiday apartment.

“I’m uh… pretty tired” Isabella said as they entered. “I think I’ll head straight to bed.”

“Yeah, me too,” Ben said. “As soon as I figure out how the fold out couch works”

“You’re a smart boy, you’ll figure it out,” Isabella smiled, giving her son a hug. Both of them held the other a fraction longer than they intended. Isabella looked up, intending to give her son a kiss on the cheek before bed. Ben had the same idea and so, by accident, they turned right at each other and kissed, ever so softly, each other’s lips. The kiss held for a moment that felt like eternity before they broke it, both of them blushing.

“Uhm… good night mom…” Ben mumbled.

Isabella gulped. “Yes… you too sweetheart…” before turning abruptly and moving to her bedroom, her heart feeling like it would pound right out of her chest. Ben shook his head, her scent had been intoxicating, the warmth of her pressed against him and then that kiss…

He took off his t-shirt and pants, suddenly feeling hot, before turning his attention to the fold out couch. He doubted his erection would go down without assistance so he wanted the bed set-up as soon as possible.

He didn’t notice the bedroom door being left slightly open. Nor did he see his mother peeking at him through the crack, her own dress having fallen to the floor as one of her hands was slowly rubbing herself while she watched her almost naked son try to figure out the couch. Isabelle didn’t know where to look. His abs, his legs, or the sizable bulge pressing against his boxer shorts.

She bit her lip as he managed to unfold the couch, gasping softly as he dropped his boxers as well, his hard cock, almost angry looking, standing rigidly at attention. “Now that he did not get from his father…” she mumbled as she marveled at it. It looked almost chiseled and statue like. She watched as he sat down on the bed, taking himself in hand, frustration evident on his face.

“Poor boy…” she mumbled as she touched herself as well. Though it seemed to her he could not be any harder, he also seemed unable to get himself off. Her heart ached as his frustration seemed to be mounting. ‘There must be something I can do…’ she thought, images of her sitting next to him going through her mind, her hand replacing his, pulling him to her breast. The images becoming more lewd as time went on. She knelt before him in one, showing her son the pleasures of an experienced mouth. Then she rode him, taking him deep inside, giving her boy the release he so desperately needed.

And it was a kind of despair she saw on his face. Whatever he was thinking about, whatever slutty pictures he was looking at on his phone, it was not providing him with what he needed. Shaking away the images, Isabella thought that one thing could help, something that she could be able to do for him. ‘Just the one time’ she told herself. Tearing her eyes away from the scene in front of her, she opened the door a bit more and then got on the bed, preparing herself. ‘My boy needs his mommy,’ she thought, trying to pretend this was all for him even though the idea was turning her on like few things had done in the past. Then, she started to touch herself once more only this time she did not hold back the moans.

Ben felt like that time he’d taken Spermizan on a dare. His cock throbbed and throbbed and demanded attention. But just like then, he couldn’t seem to come no matter how much he jerked off. He thought about his ex, various pornstars, he’d opened a number of tabs with pictures on his phone but none of them did the track. Back then, his now ex took matters into her own hands and it had been her touch (and mouth and pussy) that had gotten him off enough for his erection to go down.

But every time he closed his eyes it wasn’t her or any of the other naked women he’d been looking at that popped into his mind. No, it was his mother. Her scent, the feel of her as she’d pressed against him to kiss him good night. He felt heady, intoxicated. A need for her swelled up inside of him. And that’s when he heard it, a soft moan coming from her bedroom. She’d carelessly left the door open slightly, a small beam of moonlight passing through the room and out into the hall. His heart pounding he got up, still stroking his cock with one hand as he slowly made his way to the door. He seemed almost in a trance, pulled forward as if by some mystical **** towards the sounds coming from inside.

His eyes almost fell out of their sockets as he dared to peek through the crack in the door, seeing the erotic display on the bed. There she was, his mother, the current object of his passion in the throes of her own. Wearing a negligee that he was sure had come from Ana as he doubted his mother would ever buy something like that for herself. White lace that, if it had been longer or revealed less cleavage might have seemed innocent. Matching panties, with an almost cute lace pattern. But on display was his mother with one hand buried in her panties, feverishly fucking herself with her fingers while the other was grasping one of her breasts, clearly squeezing and pinching a nipple that was just, just… out of view.

She moaned softly, Ben guessed so as not to alert him to her activities, but from the way she bit her lip it seemed to him she wanted to cry out. His own hand was stroking faster and faster and with the image before him he felt like he would finally experience his release. None other would do then the image of the woman before him, a sexual being and yet with all the tenderness of a mother. Almost as if this was a show for him, to help him with all the love only a mother can give. And then when it felt like his orgasm was just out of reach, a single word accompanied one of her moans. “Ben…!”

Then the floodgates opened and it seemed like they would never stop. His balls, working overtime, pushed forward rope after rope of cum, painting her bedroom door in a kind of tribute. Ben almost collapsed after what felt like an eternity, barely able to get back to the fold-out couch before losing consciousness, a big grin on his face, dreaming of the image of his mother right before he turned away from the door. An image that must have been a dream, could not have been real. An image of his mother, looking right at him and smiling.