I should. But I don't.

I lay there snuggled up against my mother under the duvet, my heart beating in my ear as I stared at the television, not even seeing what was happening on the screen, my entire focus, my whole being focused instead on the sensation of her hand rubbing over the tented front of my nylon shorts. The palm of her hand moved along my thick shaft, rolling back and forth beneath the blanket as she cuddled tighter to me, her leg encircling mine pulling it harder into her crotch. I could feel the heat of her body, the warmth of her arousal against my thigh as she straddled my leg, her hips gyrating slowly, rubbing herself against my leg.

I should stop her, I told myself, knowing that this was wrong, that I should stop her. It wasn't her fault. It was the Axe effect. It was my fault for creating the chemical, I scolded myself, knowing that I should stop her, that I should get up and leave the room before things got any further out of hand. But I didn't. I lay there, letting her hand run back and forth over my erection as she gently, subtly, humped my leg, knowing that I wasn't going to stop her, that despite knowing what I should do, I also knew exactly what I wanted to do. And that was her.

Mom pauses as I shifted on the couch, her hand freezing on top of my cock, her fingers gently massaging the sides of my shaft as I slumped down further on the couch beside her. As I settled in against her, her hand started moving again. As her touch became gradually harder, her stroking more and more insistent, I hooked my thumb into my shorts, pulling the waistband down a little, letting Mom's hand slip in, her small soft hand hot and eager against the hard skin of my erection.

"Ohh," Mom gasped softly, her fingers encircling me, her hand moving slowly along my cock as if getting a feel for it, learning the size, the shape, of my manhood. I expected her to say something, to make a comment, or to stop... but she didn't. After her small exclamation, she was silent again, her eyes fixed on the TV, her head resting comfortingly on my chest, her hand slowly jerking me off beneath the duvet.

Emboldened by her reaction, or lack thereof, I let my hand start to roam over her body, caressing her bare arm, sliding down her back, my fingers splaying out over her delightfully rounded backside. I gently squeezed her bum, eliciting a small murmur of delight from her, her hand tightening slightly on my hard cock as she pressed back against my groping hand. I explored her shapely ass, rubbing it, squeezing it, even giving it a little spank beneath the duvet, Mom's hand on my cock tightening, stroking me harder, whenever I did something that she particularly enjoyed.

My fingers moved over her loose cotton shorts, bunching them up, exposing her soft smooth butt to my exploring fingers as her head slid gradually lower on my chest, her cheek now against my stomach. Mom wiggled her hips, pressing her butt into my hand as my fingers glided over her soft skin, sliding lower, dipping between her thighs, feeling the warm moisture of her arousal through her panties. At the first contact of my fingers against her damp underwear, Mom moved, and I thought I'd pushed my luck too far, that by touching her there I'd broken the spell, had awoken her to our taboo activities.

I needn't have worried.

Mom moved on the couch, re-positioning herself beside me so that she was now kneeling on the sofa cushions, her legs tucked under her arched back as her head rested against my lower stomach, curling herself into a small ball beside me, her face almost buried in the duvet that covered my lap. Her new pose caused her shapely ass to be thrust out, within easy reach of my groping hand, her cotton shorts now stretched taut over her ample bum. My hand returned to her ass, cupping one soft cheek as her hand resumed it's grip on my cock, stroking it as my fingers once more dipped down between her thighs.

I cupped the mound of her panty covered sex, feeling the hot softness of her vulva pressed against the damp lace of her panties, my fingers stroking her as she slips her head beneath the duvet, all pretense of watching the movie forgotten as I feel her hot breath against the hard eager flesh of my cock. I let out a low moan as I feel her mouth, her lips, sliding up toward the tip of my cock, her tongue teasing around the crown, licking at the slit. My fingers pull her panties aside, stroking over her plump sex, feeling the warmth, the wetness, spreading her open as her lips close around me, sucking me into her mouth.

"Fuck," I gasp, my hand inside her panties, two fingers spreading my mother's pussy open, probing her wet hole, feeling the torrent of her lust as she pushes her mouth down onto my cock, my thick shaft sliding into her mouth. She takes as much of me as she can into her mouth, her throat convulsing around me, rough gagging noises escaping from her as I start to fuck her pussy with my fingers, sliding one, then two fingers deep into her. Wet lascivious noises fill the living room, drowning the melodramatic conclusion of the movie as we focus on each other's body, on giving and receiving pleasure.

Mom's body rocks back against my probing fingers, my hand starting to stroke into her harder, faster, fucking her with my fingers as she sucks hard on my thick shaft, gagging on it, her hand stroking what she can't fit into her mouth, her fingers cupping my balls. I feel the familiar tightness in my stomach, my hips rocking up, trying to shove more of my cock into her mouth as my climax begins to build inside me. I want to cum, to fill her mouth with my seed... but I also want to feel the warm tightness of her pussy, to see my fat cock sliding deep into her, fucking her.

Should I stop her? Should I finish in her mouth or try to fuck her here on the couch?