This story is a slow build. Best is to read the chapters in order. Any constructive feed back is welcome.
Chapter 02
Sam’s dry throat woke him up. Daylight was streaming through the window.
He blinked his eyes awake and noticed that his mother had crept up to him again during the night.
Her soft arm was laid over his muscular chest again, her lips were touched against his neck. He felt her breath on his skin. Her sizable breast was pressed against his arm, he could feel her stiff nipple against him.
Sam felt himself get hard again.
Damn! He couldn’t let her see him with a boner. He again snuck himself out of bed, careful not to wake Yvette.
On his way to the bathroom his hang over made itself known.
Splashing cool water in his face got his mind out of the gutter and his dick softer.
Sam had to think hard about where his packed underwear might be. He had to make sure not to wear these tight,small ones to bed in the future. What if his mother woke up before him some day and saw… Sam often woke up with morning wood, and had to make sure to wear his boxers from now on. To spare her, and himself any awkwardness.
He found one of the bags with his clothes and quickly found his baggy boxer briefs.
He felt a bit more safe now that his semi hard junk was well hidden under cover.
He’d always been blessed with a substantial cock and never thought it would pose a problem with his mother around. But this was a new and strange situation.
He was reminded of the issue when he went back to the bedroom, to collect his clothes from yesterday.
His mother was again not totally covered by the blanket and the first thing his eyes set on was her protruding ass. Her curvy thighs were spread apart and he got a good view straight in between them.
Those string panties, like his own small briefs, didn’t really do a good job of covering up her secret crevice.
It looked like the string part had rode up and in between her swelling pussy lips. At least there was nothing covering her up down there!
Sam forced himself to turn his head and decided to let her sleep in. He could gather up his clothes later.
Instead he made a trip to a food shop he saw just outside of the community on their drive here yesterday. They needed groceries anyway.
When Sam came back he heard his mother in the shower.
He unpacked the groceries and admired the huge fridge and freezer they had here. The freezer even had an ice dispenser on the front of it. It felt really fancy to him.
Yvette came out to the kitchen, around her head was the familiar, huge wad of towel she always wrapped her hair up in when she’d washed it. She wore her fluffy, pink bathrobe. Sam quickly averted his eyes to not let them stare at the ample cleavage the robe always displayed.
His mother hugged him from behind and greeted him good morning. There was no hint of her having a hang over like the one he was plagued with. He couldn’t help but to feel her boobs pressing up against his lower back.
Yvette noticed his frail state and offered to make him some breakfast.
After breakfast they both began the daunting task of unpacking boxes and bags.
It was one of those things that you just now will not be done in weeks. Everything has to go somewhere. The house did have a lot of room. But where should what go?
His mother had changed into her lounging-around-the-house clothes.
A pair of knee length tights and a baggy t-shirt with some old gas station logo on it. Well,it was baggy around her arms and waist. Nothing was ever baggy around her bust.
But at least she was wearing a bra under, so her pokies were less prominent now.
Sam was relieved about that. It made it easier for him to not get his lewd mind caught up thinking about stuff he shouldn’t be thinking about.
Her hair was in a long thick braid reaching down to the small of her back.
The only thing that was getting him unbalanced were those tights. They rode up high between her butt cheeks and likewise in the front.
Until last night he’d never really thought about it, but his mother had a really meaty mound.
Now that he’d noticed it, it was hard to look away. It looked so soft and sexy. He could only imagine what it would feel like in his hand.
Apart from Sam’s glances at his mothers plump groin and ass, the day passed without hitches.
During the day they sometimes talked about the act they were playing. Sam admitted that he had called her ‘mom’ to Georgia's face yesterday but gotten away with it.
But they were both agreed that they had to be careful about such mishaps. They felt like they really had to sell it to the neighbourhood, so that IF they misspoke sometime it wound’t raise any suspicion.
Yvette gave Sam the tip that if he happened to call her ‘mom’ again, in the future he could just laugh it off with some joke about her sometimes acting like his mom, like men sometimes do about their wives.
Sam was again impressed at how clever she was about such things. She was a true social chameleon. Yvette could probably fit in with both beggars and kings he thought.
As an appreciative and thankful gesture to her he set up an account on a fashionable clothing web shop for her. So she could dress the part.
Yvette tried to say that it was too expensive, but Sam insisted that she make use of it and buy anything she fancied from it.
As Sam was unpacking boxes in the bedroom he came across one of the boxes with sheets, duvets and pillowcases. He began stocking one of the wardrobes they had dedicated for such things. Suddenly his hand landed on something else in the box!
It was cylindrical and heavy. He brought it out of the box.
His mouth dried up instantly. He heard the blood rush in his ears.
He was holding a sleek black dildo in his hand. He could only assume that it was his mother’s. The weight of it was surprising. It probably had some vibrating function in it.
It wasn’t small or delicate in any way. It felt more like a machine with a purpose.
It was smooth and pretty big. Not as big as Sam’s own gear, but still. For a woman of his mother’s petite size, it looked big. The bottom end of it had some knob for settings.
He had to calm his breathing and hid the big thing back in the box and left it for his mother to unpack instead.
He couldn’t get the image out of his mind. During the day he’d check out his mothers nethers and have trouble seeing her shoving that thing inside of herself. She was a grown woman of course. Naturally she’d get herself off at times. Nothing weird about that. It was just that… Sam had never really thought about it.
Now that he’d seen the thing she used… it became much more real to him.
All throughout the day several deliveries came to their door. They had ordered a lot of stuff in advance and some of it was now coming in.
After spending most of the day unpacking and carrying things around to whatever rooms they were supposed to be at they finally took a break.
Some instant coffee and relaxation on the couch.
Sam was the one who brought it up. It was always on his mind. Maybe he was worrying too much, but he felt that he needed to get some clarity.
”Mom… how are we supposed to sell this? Us being married I mean.”
She looked lovingly at him, “Is that what’s troubling you my dear? I’ve seen that worried look on you all day. This is all great. You shouldn’t have to worry about anything”.
“I know, but… I mean… how do we… hug for example?” Sam asked, looking at his feet.
Yvette laughed a little and swiftly sat up in his lap, “Like this”, she smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck as she was straddling him so he almost spilt his coffee.
“And you put your arms around me…”, she instructed.
Sam did as she said, balancing his coffee cup carefully. He put his arms around her back and she pressed herself against him, her cheek to his.
Sam felt her luscious thighs over his and… her groin over his.
“And if we have to kiss”, she said as she turned her face to his, “We can always fake a deep kiss like so”, she put her lips against his and pressed them onto him, tilting her head side to side, taking deep breaths through her nose.
Sam was flabbergasted. It felt like she was making out with him! Their mouths were closed but his mother’s hips were rolling on his lap and she held her hands on his cheeks and ears, keeping his face to hers!
With a loud smack she broke off their passionate, ‘fake kiss’ and smiled!
“See? I bet that looked like a real tongue twister”, she said with a soft giggle.
Sam couldn’t find words and was mostly blinking in shock. He felt her bulging pussy-flesh pressing down on crotch as she relaxed her thighs.
The sensations passing through his body were heating up his blood.
“Uhm, yeah… that’s good… “, he began as he straightened himself up and helped his mother to move off his lap, “But in everyday life… would we really make out like that? Doesn’t it look too much like when they fake it in the movies?”
“Hmm.. you might be right Sam. I can always tell when they fake it in the movies”, Yvette contemplated, even putting her finger to her chin to illustrate the conundrum, “Maybe it’s just best we do it for real”, she finally pondered.
“What?” Sam didn’t plan on this being the result of his doubt.
“Yes. Some things are easier to just do for real I think”, Yvette said and again climbed up in his lap, softly grabbing his head in her hands.
He met his mother’s eyes… she looked so sexy.
She slowly moved her face closer to his and put her thumb on his chin, forcing his jaw and mouth to open slightly as she planted her mouth on his.
Sam was stunned. He felt her soft lips connecting with his and the tip of his mother’s tongue probing its way in between his lips.
He didn’t dare to respond, so her tongue ventured further until it finally found his. The tip of her tongue teased his, involuntarily he moved his own away. Yvette chased around in his mouth after it.
Yvette leaned back her face, “C’mon son, you have to try”, she said in a disappointed tone.
“But mom…”, Sam tried.
Yvette now changed to her more demanding voice, “No buts young man. Now do as I tell you. If we want to sell this you also have to get engaged. It’s really nothing weird if you think about it. It’s just parts of our bodies touching… think of it like holding hands or something”, she said, sounding more supportive and positive towards the end.
She pushed on his chin again, forcing his mouth open and started up her kissing of him again. This time her tongue was more forceful. She made Sam respond and soon he was also moving his tongue around hers. Yvette giggled through the corner of her mouth and their tongues began a game of chase.
There was no saying as to how long it lasted, but when Yvette broke it off it was too soon for Sam.
He was almost gasping for air and probably had a surprised look on his face!
His mother smiled, “I think we’d better stop for now. You’re getting too much into character”, she said and moved her crotch over the growing bulge in his pants.
Sam had been too occupied with the deep tongue kiss to even reflect on the fact that his dick had started growing hard. It was now pressing upward and onto his mothers soft nethers.
She climbed off of him and only threw a quick glance at the hardening thing she’d been perched on.
Sam could notice how her eyes lingered on it for just a moment longer than she probably meant to.
“Oh shit! Sorry mom”, Sam said as he felt his cheeks turn red.
“It’s alright. It’s only a natural reaction. And… maybe you shouldn’t call me ‘mom’ if we are around people after a kiss”, she winked at him and began sipping her coffee again.
Sam felt bewildered. With the back of his hand he stroked off some saliva from his chin. He could still sense the feeling of her tongue in his mouth.
They finished their coffee in silence. Another delivery at the front door finally broke the awkward silence and they could get back to unpacking and furnishing.
Apart from a few phone calls from his office, the day passed on slowly.
His boss had decided that he gets the rest off this week off, so he can get the new house in order and such. Next week he’d start working again.
During the afternoon Sam and his mom opened the box with curtains. But when they got around to putting them up they noticed that there were no curtain rods. not anywhere in the house.
Sam had been keen on getting the curtains up, especially the one in the bedroom. That window faced directly at the street outside and anyone walking or driving past had a clear view at their bed. Also the other windows in the house faced at either the street or towards neighbours back yards.
While he was looking out he saw one of the security guards parked on the street outside. He was talking to some neighbour walking her dog.
Sam didn’t have any tools and hadn’t thought to order any. Maybe the security guard had a drill or a screwdriver in his car.
Sam went out, greeted the neighbour and asked the guard about tools.
The guard scoffed, “Oh no sir. No curtains in this neighbourhood,” he said, “Look around. Do you see anyone else having curtains up?”
Sam looked around and now it struck him - none of the other houses had any curtains up either.
“Why don’t people have curtains? Is that some kind of law here?” he joked.
But the security guard didn’t seem amused, “Sir, people here have nothing suspicious to hide. Why would they need curtains? Anyway, the firm doesn't allow it. Some kind of insurance issue I think,” he said and got back into his car.
He was wearing a kind of black uniform, made to look like a police uniform, and his car was also painted black and white with the gated communities logo on the doors and the hood.
Sam went back inside. He was bewildered and confused. No curtains? What’s that all about? Weird.
The night fell and both Sam and his mother were tired from unpacking and sorting stuff all day. Sam hadn’t given it much thought, but now that it was bedtime images from his mothers body this morning came rushing back.
“You go ahead mom. I’ll just finish up this box,” he excused himself.
He was a little worried at how he might react watching his mom undress in the bedroom while he was there. Better to give her some privacy and then sneak into bed later, when she’d gone to sleep.
Yvette gave him a kiss on the cheek and said good night.
Sam chased away his conflicting feelings by rummaging through boxes and occupying his mind with practical plans on where to put things, what shelves he’d need to buy etc.
But all the time, part of his thoughts were on his busty mother, laying on their shared bed.
Hopefully she would be fast asleep soon and he could sneak in without any embarrassment.
He didn’t really trust his cock at the moment. Every time he thought of his mothers big firm boobs he felt it twitch.
When he finally snuck into the bedroom it became even more clear to him how the large bedroom window was like a tv-screen to anyone walking by outside. The glow of the streetlight poured in and lit up his mother. Sam groaned in silence as he laid eyes on her.
Yvette was lying on her back. Her large shapely breasts crowning her chest and her stiff nipples standing at attention. She had the thin bedsheet only drawn up to half her belly and a smooth naked leg out on each side of it.
Damn she looked hot. Sam felt his loins activating. The thin bedsheet covering her groin was pulled tight between her legs and the contours of her mound and slit were very obvious in the slanted street light from outside.
Sam felt embarrassed for getting hard, but it was liberating to not have to hide it. Mom was asleep and no one was around. He let his dick spring free and stroked it gently.
He ignored the pervy feeling he got and instead kept staring at his mother’s beautiful, semi nude body. He could only imagine how good it would feel to sink himself deep into that meaty mound of hers.
His eyes traced the outline of her slit through the bedsheet and fantasized about how soft and hot she must be in there.
Sam soon felt himself getting close to climax and quickly ducked out to the bathroom. He let his load out in the bathroom basin and just stood there breathing for a while.
His dick softened up while he brushed his teeth and he could relax a bit.
Back in bed he carefully laid himself down on his side of the bed, being careful not to touch his mother. Even though he had just gotten sweet relief, he knew that the slightest touch of her might get him going again.