Sam's dreams were wild. They were a flurry of his mother’s face, her lips, her long hair. It was like a dance or a wrestling match, her body twirling around him.. or parts of her body actually. Her thighs breezed past his face, her heavy tits’ bounced in front of him. Her hands were gripping at him.. it was so sensual and frustrating at the same time.
Sam woke up with a pain in his nethers.
He had the most swollen hard on he’d ever experienced. It was painful to even move!
He looked down and almost gasped in surprised fear. The bedsheet was pulled up only covering his torso, his boxers had slid down and his raging boner was flexing angrily and pointing towards the ceiling! It was impossibly hard and swollen. With its large size it always looked a bit out of proportion. It was a little too long and thick to look ‘normal’, he thought.
He quickly looked to his side. He sighed in relief, his mother’s bedside was empty and he could hear her out in the kitchen.
Luckily she hadn’t seen him!
Sam pulled the covers over himself and laid on his side. He’d die of shame if his mother had seen him like that! What would she think?
Sam contemplates how to get rid of his hard on. If Yvette was in the kitchen he might be able to sneak to the bathroom. There he can jerk off and be done with it. Considering his hardness it would probably only take two strokes before he’d splurt.
But when he listened, he couldn’t hear any noise from the kitchen anymore.
Suddenly Yvette glides into the bedroom.
“Hey there sleepy head,” she chirped with a big, sexy smile.
She had her dark hair in a huge sloppy bun on top of her head. She was only wearing one of Sam’s white shirts, unbuttoned, save one button in bellyheight. The half open shirt showed a great deal of cleavage from her enticingly bouncing boobs and the shirt spread open at the bottom also showing off her small pink panties. They were the kind of very low riding ones that quickly reveals if the woman has shaved or not. As he had already deducted before, mom was shaven it seemed. The hem of the panties just barely covered the top of her slit.
She slid onto the bed and Sam quickly turned his hip away from her. He felt his boner pumping under the sheet. He hadn’t had time to pull his boxers up, so it was still out free under there.
From behind, she lays her body over his upper body. Her firm tits pressing against his arm and back.
It was excruciatingly erotic. Sam bit his lip and cursed his situation.
His whole being and libido screamed at him to just grab hold of the sexy vixen in his bed, push her down and nail her hard! But … he couldn’t.
No matter how hot and sexy Yvette was - she was still his mother. He couldn’t! He was surely strong enough. He could easily grab hold of her, press himself in between her luscious thighs and have his way with her… if he wanted to.
He DID want to… but..
He just couldn't. He loved his mother. He wanted only good things for her. He could never subject her to anything she might find unpleasant!
“Someone’s looking at us,” Yvette whispered, “A good morning kiss,” she demanded.
Outside on the sidewalk Sam could see one of the neighbours walking their dog. She probably had a clear view of them there in the bed.
Sam felt a chill as he realized that he’d just moments earlier been lying with his erect dick out on display.
Yvette squeezed in more over him, moving her thigh up over his hip.
Sam quickly pulled his left leg up to shield his sturdy pole from connecting to his mother’s soft leg.
She gave him several playful kisses on his mouth and cheeks and then bounced back out from the bed. Her breasts jiggled temptingly under his baggy office shirt.
“I’ve made coffee. C’mon,” she said happily and walked out towards the kitchen again.
Sam saw his chance now. He flung the bedsheet off and quickly pulled up his briefs. But as the tight hem of the underwear slid over the head of his cock he felt that it was too late.
That little extra sensation of the hem over his glans was enough.
He involuntarily laid back in the bed in a fetal position. He felt himself squirting load after load into his boxers. He could hardly breathe and it was almost painful. It felt as if his oversized dick was going to explode out of its stretched skin!
After the passing of a few minutes the pain had subsided and he felt the swelling start to go down.
His shorts were full of slimy cum but he felt better.
A sneaky dash to the bathroom, where he could strip and wash up. He didn’t want to throw his cum soaked boxers in the wash hamper for his mother to find. Instead he tried to wash them off in the bathroom sink. He left them there to soak while he took a quick cold shower.
Then he hung his underwear up to dry in the glass door of the shower, wrapped a towel around his waist and went out to his mother in the kitchen. He felt so much more relaxed now.
Maybe this was a thing now. As long as he gets himself off often enough, he might be able to keep his dick at bay.
He thought he could notice his mother’s eyes getting their fill of his muscular body as they had breakfast. Or, maybe he was just imaging things?
He decided to think that she was checking him out, it felt a bit nice to be admired. Sam knew that he looked good. His mother was a woman after all, and maybe her instinct just made her look. Like when he looked at her body from time to time.
A nice body is hard to not look at.
Sam felt his eyes also wander to his mother’s body from time to time.
Whenever she stood up from her chair his eyes would dart to her crotch. He was amazed and enticed at the physics of her tiny, low cut panties.
It looked like they would so easily slide down, just an inch or two everytime she shifted her legs. Inside of the silky little triangle of fabric his imagination ran wild with the thought of her silky smooth pussy lips in there. They seemed to fill out and stretch the panties in a very mouth watering way.
He was careful not to let her catch him glancing. And this morning's massive release kept his boner in check. Had he stared more he might not have been able to stay soft, but he snuck just enough short glances to quench his curiosity without getting too heated.
But after breakfast he decided to get dressed. He was sure that his dick wasn’t going to behave all day.
Unfortunately he couldn’t find any more of his boxer briefs.The only one’s he had were the wet one’s hanging in the shower.
He had to make do wearing a pair of those tighter, basic briefs with the lower waistline.
Sam felt a bit anxious about it, but as long as he didn’t get hard his dick would stay tucked in his pants.
Just before lunchtime Lucas called.
He had a concerned and official tone in his voice and explained that the boss had been worried about him.
He had gotten the impression that Sam’s love life wasn’t up to par and he’d issued Sam and Yvette to counseling. The counselor would come by this afternoon.
Sam was perplexed and just nodded and took in the information during the call.
After hanging up he felt stressed.
What did all that mean? How did the boss know about him and his mother? Had he seen them? Had someone else reported them? Were they found out?! Was the fake over? Would he get fired now!
Sam felt dizzy and Yvette noticed.
She sat him down on the sofa, begging him to tell her what troubled him. She caressed his hair and laid his head on her bulging chest.
Sam almost felt like crying. Her soft breast was so warm, she smelled so good.
Finally he got a grip on himself and told his mother what Lucas had said.
He tried to be calm, but his anxiousness shone through.
His mother looked thoughtful, but then told him how she’d seen people walking about outside of their house in the morning.
Together they speculated and came up with the idea that this was a very close knit neighbourhood and probably it was full of nosy busy bodies that kept tabs on them?
But why would they think Sam and Yvette’s relationship was not good?
Yvette decided that it must be because they’d never been seen smooching or kissing in public. Maybe also their neighbours spied on them at night. After all, it was pretty easy to see straight into their bedroom from the street.
Yvette got a determined look on her face, “Well then, if they are gonna stick their nose in our private life, we'll show them!” she said with an almost evil grin.
“Sam.. as soon as we see one of the neighbours.. I want you to grope me!”
“What?” Sam was stunned at his mother’s order.
“..or give me a kiss.. or something,” she said in a more mellow tone, “We’ll show them. We’re a hot and passionate couple. They need to see it,” she said.
“But mom..,” Sam started…
“No! I’m your love, not your mom,” Yvette said sternly, “...and they have to see it. Come on!”
Yvette dragged him off the sofa and pulled him along to the kitchen.
She stood herself by the kitchen sink and pulled Sam’s hands to her hips. She was intently looking out the window at the empty street.
“We have to wait ‘til someone comes along,” she explained.
Sam stood close behind her.
He was glad he had changed before. Had he only worn his towel now he’d be well on his way to pressing his hard dick in between her buttcheeks. His mom was still only dressed in the half buttoned shirt and those minute panties.
Her butt was still pressing against his groin, but being so much shorter than him, it was only the top part of her bum pushing up against him.
The majority of his meat was perched on top of her butt.
Suddenly Yvette tensed up, “There! Someone is coming!” she hissed, “Quick, kiss my neck!”
She tilted her head to the side, exposing her smooth neck to Sam.
Sam hesitated.
“C’mon,” she whispered anxiously.
Sam bent his head down. Her aroma was intoxicating. Even before his lips touched the side of her neck, he could feel the heat of her skin. He gently kissed her.
Yvette moaned slightly and let her head fall back. She put her arm up and softly grabbed the back of his head, pressing his face more into her warm, soft neck.
“That’s it. He’s looking. Grab my boob!” she said hurriedly.
Sam didn’t have time to react or respond. His mother grabbed his left hand and planted it over her breast! The sensation was incredible! Even though his mother was such a tiny woman, her breast felt huge in his hand! It was so amazingly soft and firm at the same time!
Sam let his mother press his hand into her large breast and move it around. He willingly let her guide him as he continued to taste the side of her neck with the tip of his tongue.
Yvette gasped and breathed arrhythmically.
Sam wasn’t sure if she was acting or actually feeling it.
Either way, he was feeling it. He was feeling his blood rushing towards his cock. He was swelling again!
He was so close to just letting caution go and devouring his sexy mother right then and there. But the sane part of him took charge. He pushed himself away. Unfortunately he pushed with his hips and felt his stiff boner part, the underside of it embedded, pressed his mothers butt cheeks apart as he pushed away.
She reluctantly let him go and his left hand slid away from her breast and down over her hip before he could step back enough to not be connected to her anymore.
Through the window Sam could see a guy walking away along the sidewalk.
There was a dim silence hanging in the air.
Yvette turned around to face him. She was flustered and her cheeks were red. She seemed short of breath and had to swallow before she spoke, “Well… that should get the word out in the streets,” she smiled, “I hope he got an eye full of seeing a passionate wife getting sexed up by her hot man.”
Sam stood dumbfounded. He was too taken back to even realize that he had an obvious bulge showing on his pants.
“Oops. I guess you kind kind of heated too son,” she said and smiled at him.
Sam looked down in shock. His pants were indeed tented! He felt his cheeks turn red and a chill down his spine! His own mother saw him with bulging pants! This was totally embarrassing.
But his eyes instinctively swept past his mother’s lower body also. He wasn’t sure if it was a shadow or that her panties had just been a bit crunched up into her crevice.
But, wasn’t that a darker spot of pink on the bottom of them? Was his mother …wet?
Yvette cleared her throat and started to put the dishes away from breakfast.
“I’ll make us some lunch darling," she said and got busy.
Sam felt lost. He fidgeted a few moments and then left… for the bathroom.
He found himself in a much too common situation now. By the bathroom sink, with a hard on caused by… his mother.
He felt a bit ashamed, but he had no real choice. He had to rub one out again.
They didn’t speak much during lunch. His mother probably also felt a bit embarrassed. Sam felt bad for getting hard so that she could see it. It must feel weird to her, having seen your own son get hard like that.
When the silent lunch was almost finished he had to say something.
“Mom…,” he started in a frail and uncertain voice, “I’m sorry, but I…”
“Oh don’t worry about it son. It’s my fault really. I forced you and surprised you. I should’ve let you weigh in on my plan before I took charge. It’s alright. I was just so annoyed with people sticking their nose’s in other people's business. Don’t worry about it,” she said.
Yvette leaned over the table and stroked his cheek, “I’ll let you take charge in the future instead. I want you to be comfortable. Because we’ll need to put on shows like that more times I fear.”
Yeah, but I’m sorry.. I got … hard…,” Sam said quietly and looked down at the table.
“Aww.. sweetie. Is that what bothered you?” his mother said in the softest way possible, “I don’t mind dear. It’s only natural and.. it’s kind of a compliment.. to me, you know. It’s nice to know that I still have the power to get someone’s gears going,” she giggled, “Being fondled by a big strong guy from behind wasn’t totally unpleasant to me either,” she winked.
The ambiance lightened up after this and a weight was lifted off of Sam’s shoulders. It seemed that his mother took it well and they both praised each other's hot bodies and excused themselves for getting turned on like that.
Yvette decided that Sam would be the one to take charge from now on. She gave him permission to do whatever he felt like to her whenever he felt the courage.
Even when they weren’t around people they should be cuddly. You never knew who was watching them through their windows.
Yvette thought that it was also a good idea for them to get used to each other being more intimate. It would make it look more natural once they had to show affection in front of others.
They then joked a while about how the neighbour lady across the street probably had a telescope on a tripod, aimed at their bedroom.
Sam really loved that his mom could so easily make a tense situation turn into a nice and open moment.
The rest of the afternoon was spent organising books and photo albums. It took time, since his mother was constantly showing him old pictures in them and reminiscing about her younger years.
She wasn’t really that old now, but… Sam liked seeing her old pictures. She was a hottie then too. Her hair had been shorter and her boobs weren’t as big as they are now. But she had the same cute sexiness about her then as now.
His mom must’ve broken lots of hearts during her student years.
The door bell rang. The sound still felt unfamiliar to Sam.
Dr. Emilia entered their home. Her last name was actually Parson, but she insisted on them calling her Dr. Emilia instead.
After her introducing herself, she had Sam and Yvette sit down on their couch and sat herself down on the smaller couch beside them.
She really fit the part. She had a light brown dress suit on, old fashioned glasses and her blonde hair in a tight bun on the back of her head.
She was pretty attractive, Sam thought. She had that stern school teacher-vibe about her, Piercing blue eyes and a slender frame.
Dr. Emilia explained that she was the community counselor. Sam’s boss had asked her to check in on them and have a few sessions with them.
Sam and Yvette sat like obedient children on the couch, nodding along to everything Dr. Emilia told them.
She explained how moving to a new house could set an unbalance in a relationship. She several times commended them for looking like such a sweet couple and that she would soon get them back on track and loving each other again.
Yvette and Sam looked puzzled at each other every now and then as Emilia was ranting on and on about how intimacy is the building block of any relationship and so on.
She was talking to them as if they were in the process of getting a divorce. It seemed that she was way off and Sam could see his mother sometimes hide a smile when the doctor talked about how they shouldn’t be afraid to touch each other often. Even when the other one hadn’t asked for it, a soft touch or stroke could do wonders for the love life, as she explained it.
After about half an hour of lecturing she asked them some questions, vigorously jotting down their responses on her pad of paper.
“So, Mrs. Robert. What is it you wish your husband would do more often?” Dr. Emelie asked and looked up from her notepad.
Mrs. Robert .. it sounded a bit strange to Sam’s ears. That was her last name of course, and his also. But in this context… it sounded as if they were really married!
“Ehm.. well, “ Yvette stalled, until she shone up and said, “I wish he would put his hands on me more,” she smiled and gave Sam a mischievous side glance.
“Very good. See how freeing it is to just say those words to each other? Now, Mr. Robert… what would you like for your wife to do more often?” the doctor asked and turned her gaze onto Sam.
Sam felt as if he was put on the spot here. His mom had given a really good answer. It fit the part of a couple in counseling and he knew that this was also something she meant, having told him just that earlier. But now it felt like she meant it within their relationship also.
Sam racked his brain to come up with something.
“Uh.. maybe she could dress sexier,” was what he mumbled.
He saw his mother first smile but then looked at him in shock, “Sam? What are you saying?” she gasped.
“Now, now… Mrs. Robert. Sam is just expressing a thought. This is a safe space for putting words to your thoughts and feelings”, Dr. Emelie interjected.
Sam sank down on the couch sheepishly. He was kicking himself for saying such a blunt and primal thing. Here he was supposed to talk about feelings. But his lewd mind made him say that he’d like to see his mother in sexier clothes. Damn! How stupid can you get, he thought to himself and didn’t dare to meet Yvette’s eyes.
The doctor wrapped up the meeting by giving them an assignment. Apart from them listening to each other’s expressed wishes they were also to share one intimate kiss together before tomorrow.
Dr. Emelie gave them her card, told them they could call her any time, in any matter and that she’d be back tomorrow evening again for their next session.
As Sam walked the doctor to the door he carefully asked her about the bill.
“Oh no. No bill. I’m on the company clock. The firm takes care of all your needs sir,” Emilie said and left into the night.
Sam walked back to the living room, where his mother sat perched on the couch. She had an exaggerated, serious look on her face.
“Soo… you think I’m not sexy enough for you, eh?” she challenged.
Yvette stood up with her feet wide apart and slowly started to unbutton the few buttons on her shirt that were still buttoned.
“Mom, no.. you don’t have to…”, Sam's voice trailed off. His mind grew numb as Yvette’s buttons came undone and she slowly started to pull her shirt apart. Her tiny panties were stretched over her hips and bulbous pussy mound. Her slightly rounded belly curved sensuously into them and up above her full cleavage was now apparent.
“Please, mom…”, Sam tried again and moved forward to grab hold of her shirt to cover her up. He didn’t want to really, but this felt too overwhelming. He didn’t know if she was just playing and didn’t want to risk exposing himself and his real feelings. He also felt his pants begin to bulge.
Yvette let him grab hold of her shirt and pull it together over her chest. Instead she grabbed hold of his head and pulled him in for a kiss.
“Mom?” Sam stammered.
“Not ‘mom’... I’m your wife, remember. The doctor told us to kiss, we have to get our homework done,” she said in a soft voice as if explaining things to a child.
Sam let her pull his face down to her height and felt her warm lips on his own. She slowly opened her mouth and he followed suit.
Ever so gently she let his tongue find its way into his mouth and fondle his own tongue.
The kiss lasted, all that could be heard was some smacking from their lips and heavy nose breathing from them both.
Yvette ended the kiss and sat down with a heavy sigh. Sam just stood there, stunned and amazed. That was the hottest kiss he’d ever had. His mom really knew what she was doing.
As he steadied his breathing he noticed his mother’s eyes grazing over his bulging crotch. Sam got self conscious and ran off to the kitchen offering to get them some tea.
It was a genius idea, he thought. Tea took some time to make and what would give him enough of a break to let his swelling dick calm down.
When he came back to the living room with the tea, Yvette had crouched up in one corner of the couch watching TV. He sat himself by her feet and they spent the rest of the evening watching pointless shows.
Sam couldn’t really focus on the TV. He was more immersed in stroking his mother’s smooth feet and legs that she had laid in his lap.
As time passed his hands ventured higher up on her leg encouraged by Yvette’s pleasured sighs now and then.
But he didn’t go higher than just above her knee. Although he several times stole a glance at her barely covered pussy, eluding him behind that layer of thin, pink silk. Every time she moved her legs he could see it bulge under there. Stretching the fabric and sometimes having it ride up between her labia, showing off her slit through the tight cloth.
Sam's imagination ran wild again with thoughts of how soft and rounded her pussy must be. He tried to detect if she was wet, but her thighs were a bit too tight together for him to be able to notice if she was wet in under.
He got very close to deliberately spreading her legs apart, just to find out, but he didn’t dare.
It got late and Yvette decided it was time to sleep. She hurried away to the bathroom and Sam could sink back on the sofa. His hard cock was pulsating, but now he could at least straighten himself out and not have to hide the bulge. Inside of his pants he could feel that his dick had grown several inches outside of his underwear.
His briefs were fashionable, but they couldn’t cover him up when he got hard, that was certain.
He listened to his mother washing up and brushing her teeth in the bathroom. Sam was just waiting for it to be his turn. He knew that he would have to jerk off again before bedtime. Otherwise he’d risk poking his poor, sexy mom with his sizable dick.
When he heard her get done and go to the bedroom he took his turn. He actually had to pee, but that would be impossible with his dick pointing at the ceiling.
Instead he turned the tap on and stroked himself. The images of his mothers round and smooth thighs, her well filled panties covering her most secret and sensual spot were tormenting his mind. The hot kiss, her almost stripping her shirt off for him!
Sam came hard!
For a while he just stood there, hand leaning against the wall and his other hand wrapped around his dick, feeling it squirting and pulsating.
When he finally got done he walked stealthily to the bedroom. The street light shone is as usual, bathing their bed in a contrasted and hard light. He saw the outlines of his mother’s curves under the sheet. He silently slipped off his pants and his shirt and snuck in under the covers.
Just as he laid his head down on the pillow Yvette suddenly turned to him and raised their blanket high on a straight arm.
Sam had to blink twice as if he was in a cartoon.
His mother laid there beside him, posing in a white lingerie teddy! It rode high on her hips and had thin straps over her shoulders. It was way too small for her protruding breasts and the semi transparent lace was working hard to keep her large breasts contained!
His eyes immediately wandered down to her lower parts, but his body shaded her crotch, so he couldn’t get a good look at her most womanly part.
“You said you wanted your wife to dress more sexy,” she snickered and pushed her chest out more. The laced mesh on her teddy wasn’t completely transparent, but it was easy to see where her areolas were. Some darker skin under the lace was revealing enough.
“Mom? What if someone sees you from the street?” Sam whispered and looked worryingly out the window. The street was empty.
“That’s the point, silly. I bet it’s that ogling security guard that is checking us out through the window on his rounds… or the neighbour lady and her telescope,” Yvette pondered,
“Well, now they can see that I do dress up for my husband at least.”
Sam could see her wide smile even in the dark. She gave him a quick kiss and then cuddled up to his shoulder. She was pressing against him. Every sensuous curve of her body seemed like it was touching his skin.
Sam felt a distant twitch deep down in his loins. He thought about baseball and let his mind wander him to sweet sleep.