Starting Over

Carol was feeling her age but she also knew there were getting to be fewer and fewer opportunities. She reluctantly followed Michael who seemed recharged after the brief respite.

"Be gentle, I am not one of your young whores" she said with the judgemental tone only a mother can project.

The water was wonderful and as Michael began to wash her back she grew more excited. His soapy hands on her breasts and then down between her legs as she stroked him with soapy hands quickly bringing his back to full strength. She looked at him in the steamy cramped shower and brought his cock head between her legs and pleasured her clit as they stood in silence.
 
He said nothing as he explored her body with his soapy hands. When they first entered the shower, he had a feeling that Carol had had enough. Now, he was feeling as if she had a little left in the tank.

He bit his lip as she used his growing shaft to tease her clit. He wasn’t certain how far he should push things with her, so, he let her guide things for now. Michael’s hands continued to move over her soapy breasts; tweaking her nipples. He focused his eyes on hers; trying to read her reaction..... trying to make sure he didn’t push things too far.

Moving his hips slowly as she teased her clit with the swollen head of his big cock, he smiled at her. He wanted to make sure that this was not the last time they were together, so, he wanted to make sure he pleased her. He pulled on her nipples and whispered, “what now mom?”
 
Carol smiled at Michael's question, "anything you want Peter" she replied still playing. She squatted and brought his cock between her soapy tits. She looked up at him as she began titty fucking him.

"Do you like this Pete?" she said using a nickname she was only allowed.
 
“Fuck yes mom. I love the way your tits feel wrapped around my young hard cock.” He poured a little body wash between her tits to provide some lubrication and watched as the friction created a soapy lather that spread over her chest.

“You look so good there mom. I think you need to have your face and tits coated in my cum.” He smiled down at her as he pumped his cock between her breasts. He loved how the swollen head of his cock disappeared between her tits and the. Reappeared almost hitting her face.

The water beat over them washing the soap from them. He continued to fuck her faster and faster; her tits stroking his cock so good. As he got closer and closer to another orgasm, he shut off the water. “You are going to wear my cum mom. I am going to cover you in it and you are not going to wash it off.”

He pumped harder and harder... hitting her chin with his cock before erupting and shooting his seed over her face and tits. “Fuck mommy. You look good with your son’s cum all over you.” He stepped out of the shower and went back into her bedroom.
 
Carol nearly came as he turned off the water. She knew he was close and she wanted it.

"Give momma the best facial ever! Such a healthy moisturizer.." she sighed as she held herself in place for him. His hand replaced her tits and he stroked himself wanting to release.

"Yes Peter, give momma your cream baby" she purred up at Michael. His face red as he was about to explode yet again.

"Give it to momma" she purred one last time before a long stream hit her in the forehead and dripped down over her eye forcing her to close her eyes. Then another and another thick warm stream splashed on her nose and cheek. She opened her mouth and he fed it to her as she suckled the last drops of his milk. She reached her hands up as he watched and rubbed his seed into her tanned skin. So slippery and nasty she moaned as her hands wasted nothing ear to ear and then down her throat to her breasts where a few drops had already fallen.

She got to her feet as Michael watched her hands work his cum into her skin. Her eyes studied him as she smiled with satisfaction.

"How is momma treating you big boy?" she asked reaching for his cock and squeezing the flaccid meat.
 
He watched as she relishes in his cum. She was loving the way he covered her with his cream and she rubbed it into her skin so sensually. Carol obviously enjoyed being covered by his cum and wanted to make sure it was covering every possible inch of her face and chest.

Carol grabbed his shrinking cock and asked him how she was treating the big boy. Michael wasn’t sure if she was talking about him or about his big, young cock. Either way, the answer was the same. “What a great fantasy to help you fulfill. You are incredible and I hope that we are able to see one another again. I haven’t enjoyed my time with a woman before the way I enjoyed you tonight.”

He took her in his arms and allowed his hands to explore Carol as he kissed her. At first it was a soft, gentle kiss, but it grew deeper and harder. When he broke the kiss, he whispered in her ear, “Whenever your husband is out of town, I should move in and make sure you are well taken care of. Of course, anytime you want, you know how to get a hold of me.”
 
"How was Carol's?" mom asked from behind as Michael entered the kitchen. She breezed by with a smile on her lips. She was wearing a housecoat and slippers as she went to the cabinet and fetched two snifters and a bottle of Brandy.

"Night cap?" she asked with a smile. She did not wait for an answer and walked into the den where she sat on the couch and poured the Brandy into each snifter.
 
Michael was surprised that his mother was still awake when he got home at 3:00 am. He was startled as she spoke from behind him. He turned around and saw mom smiling at him and was convinced that mom had seen him stroking his cock earlier and that is what opened the door to Carol.

He decided to keep up the story. “Her niece is nice. I am not sure how long she will be in town, but it was nice to spend some time with her. She was able to take my mind off things and we got along real well. We have a lot of things in common that we like to do.”

Following her into the den, Michael sat down as his mother poured brandy into the two snifters. “What are you doing up so late mom? You know that you don’t have to wait up for me. I am not little anymore. “. His words were carefully chosen.
 
"Oh Michael, what do I need to do?" she said "I am retired." She smiled and took a long drink studying her son.

"You look.. relaxed" she said. Michael drank his Brandy and she continued "you must have really hit it off? 3AM on the first date?" she said with a look that said "I know you were fucking all this time" just like when he was in high school and would come home late from a date.

"well I am glad you had a good time and met a nice lady" she said draining the last of her Brandy.
 
Looking at his mother, Michael could sense that she was into something. She had a look on her face that said that she knew more than she was letting on. He sipped his brandy and watched as his mother drained the last drop from her snifter.

“You aren’t old mom. You are just mature. Look at what you have since you moved down here. This home is great. You have nice friends that you socialize with on a regular basis, and, your son will get out of your way as soon as he can find his own place.”

Finishing his brandy, Michael kept his eyes on his mother. He knew she was searching for information. He knew she probably wanted to know if he got laid. Then a smile drew across his face. Maybe mom was jealous of the fact that he got laid tonight. He was convinced she had seen his big, hard cock as he stroked it. Maybe she wanted something that big. He had never thought of his mom like that before, but Carol had opened his eyes to mature women.
 
Amy returned to the den with another Brandy and sat back down. Between the Brandy and the warm night she opened a button on her house coat and ran her hand under against her shoulder as if it were aching.

"Oh Michael there is no rush. I like having you around. Might even prove useful" she said with a smile. "You know Peter, Carol's son, he comes over here sometimes. He helped me quite a bit all around the house." she said looking intently into his eyes.
 
“Is your shoulder okay mom?” He watched as his mother rubbed her shoulder under her robe. She had never mentioned anything about it bothering her before, so, he wondered if she was okay. Her comments told him that she may have other meanings by running her hand inside her housecoat.

“Oh? So you had Carol’s son come over and take care of things for you? Did he do a good job of it? While I talked with Carol and her niece, Carol mentioned that her son was never able to do what she wanted him to do and that she was hoping to find someone his age that was able to do so.”

He returned her intent gaze as he sat there smiling. His mother was up to something and he wasn’t sure exactly what it was. Was she just telling him that she knew what had gone on at Carol’s? Or..... was there more? He decided to test her out.

“Well mom, I am going to call it a night. I am going to jump in the shower and then climb into bed. “
 
"Oh my shoulder is fine. Just a little sore from doing some work with Peter" she said as her rubbing brought her house coat tight against her chest and revealed her full nipples.

She looked at Michael as he explained how he had been helpful and said "that' good. I am glad you are helpful to my friends. We are all alone it seems. Men have abandoned us or just ignore us in Carol's case."

She looked off sadly as Michael excused himself.

"OK honey, I will be sure to knock before I come in" she said with a smile that left Michael confused at best.

As he mounted the stairs Amy called up "I think Emma may have something she needs help with in the morning. Think you will be up for that?"
 
He heard his mother mention knocking before she came in and he knew what she meant. She was sending a little message to him that she had seen what he was doing. He was surprised by his mother’s forwardness.

“This is your house mom. You never have to knock. I am a guest here and I am here to do whatever you need.” He figured that two could play that game. So, why not throw a little back in her direction. Hell, she might decide to come see him in the shower. Maybe even join him. He doubted it though.

“Which one was Emma mom? I only remember Carol and Susan. However, if she needs a hand with something, I guess I could help your friend out. I am getting in the shower now. If I don’t see you before you get into bed.... goodnight mom.”
 
Amy was taken aback by her son's frankness. Or was he just being the kind boy she raised?
"Emma is the lovely British lady with the...: she motioned over her chest to describe very large breasts. She smiled at her son.

"...You never have to knock. I am a guest here and I am here to do whatever you need.” he said sending a tremor of excitement through her as she watched his young hard body move across the room. "never knock.... whatever you need.." the words ran through her head and the rest of her as role playing with Peter had been the hottest thing she had ever done, this was white hot extreme.

"No no Amy don't be silly You are an old frumpy... but he did spend hours with Carol..." her head was spinning with lust and alcohol as the Brandy went straight to her head.

"Good night dear" she said softly watching him disappear. She finished her brandy and heard the shower upstairs.

"A little peep can't hurt?" she thought to herself. She crept up the stairs listening for any sign of Michael but only the shower. The bedroom door was ajar and she could see through to the bathroom where the steam was fogging the mirror. Her hands were wet with perspiration as her heart raced in her chest. She brought her hand to her chest then to her breast as she moved into his room.

"My god Amy what if he catches you?" she thought.

She stepped lightly to the doorway of the shower and could see through the glass shower door at his magnificent naked body. His back was to her and she could see long red lines across his back. "Carol you little tramp" she laughed to herself as he turned and she leaned back into the shadows. He was rock hard and soaping himself up quite furiously. "I guess Carol did not take all he had." she thought as she watched his stroke. "My god that's a fine cock" she thought completely forgetting or may be not, that he was her son.
 
Michael was shocked by the way that he had responded to his mother. He couldn’t believe that he would say such things to her. He did, however, use words that could be interpreted differently than the sexual way they had been intended.

Going into the bathroom, he left the door to his room and the bathroom open just enough so that if she wanted to peek in, she could. He undressed and left his clothes on the floor, and, once the water was hot enough, he stepped into the shower.

As the hot water cascaded down over his body, he thought about his night with Carol. That incredible woman had opened up a whole new world to him, and he wanted to explore it in great detail. He thought about Emma wanting him to come over tomorrow. Was that just something innocent she needed help with? If not, what would be the fantasy that she wanted to play out? Michael smiles to himself as he thought about a harem of mature women.

He soaped his body well, making sure to get a good lather on his massive cock. These women wanted him even before they saw his shaft. They would fight over him once they all had some of it. He turned around in the shower. Michael thought he saw movement in the shadows from his room. “Get in here right now. Let me give you a little of what your friend got tonight .”
 
Amy was teetering against the dresser, unsure if Michael was speaking to her or just fantasizing as he stroked his massive cock. She wanted to go in but, couldn't. She slipped away into the house and went to her bedroom down the hall. One her door was shut she stripped off the house coat leaving her naked. She had plans of offering herself or trying to tease Michael into stripping her of her house coat, but she couldn't. Even as good as Peter had been, and without Micheal's endowment, he was still her son.

The sheets felt wonderful as images of his soapy body filled her head and her fingers pleasured the flesh Peter had savored on a few days before. She thought of Emma and her breasts smothering her Michael and letting that big soapy cock slide between them until covering her in the ultimate moisturizer. The ladies like to say the fountain of youth is a young man's cum.

Her knees were holding up the sheet and blanket as she worked herself into a froth. "Oh yes Michael give it to momma" she sighed quietly as she neared orgasm. Imagining her son sweaty and excited nearing his own orgasm so deep inside her. "ohh OHHh ohhhh,,,,"
 
He waited, but his mother never entered the bathroom. He guessed that her courage had not been strong enough to allow her to take the final step and join her son in the shower. He smiled as a thought came across his mind.

Stepping out of the shower, he quickly toweled off and walked, naked, down the hall to his mother's room. The door was closed, so, he stopped just outside and listened. He could hear her purring. He was convinced that she was masturbating to the thought of him.

Quietly, Michael opened the door and slipped inside his mother's room. He heard her murmur "Oh yes Michael give it to momma." Yea, she was going to get it alright. He moved over toward the bed and pulled the covers back.

"STOP!" He knew he had shocked her. "Do not touch your pussy anymore. I know you were watching me in the shower. I know you loved what you saw. I know what you want. Now, get on your knees and suck this big cock and show me how much you want it mom."
 
Amy was stunned on many levels. She was so close and then the sheets ripped away. Michael yelling at her and most importantly demanding she kneel and service him. A strange arousal began to swell inside her as she liked this. Her husband had been a weak man and men had always done whatever she wanted. All she wanted was a man to tell her what to do and here he was, Michael.

"Michael no" she said unconvincingly as she sat on the edge of the bed and saw his cock in the pale moonlight. It was rock hard en enormous. She licked her lips instinctively.

"Please Michael I am your mother" she begged softly, hardly realizing she was naked for the first time in front of her son in many years. She finally gathered the strength to look up into his face.
 
Michael looked down into his mother’s eyes. “I am not asking you. I am telling you. Get on your knees. I heard you as you played with your pussy. I heard that you were imagining me pleasing you. I know you saw me playing with my cock yesterday and I know you were watching me in the shower. I may have to punish you for not following my directions and joining me in the shower.”

He reached out and placed his hand behind her head and grabbed a handful of her hair. Forcing her off the bed and onto the floor, he commanded her, “now, do as I told you. Show me how you want my cock.”

With his free hand, Michael grabbed his cock and started smacking his mother’s face with it. “You sent me to Carol and you probably spent the night wishing it was you that I was pleasing. Tomorrow I am going to give some of this to Emma and you will wish I was staying home with you. I am going to have you be my manager mom. You are going to manage my harem of your friends and for your services, you will get to enjoy my cock... maybe. It depends on how good you suck me now. DO IT.”
 
Amy was shocked as she felt his hand take her head and explain what he wanted. All she could do was look at his massive cock.

"...Show me how you want my cock." he words were instinctive and natural as she did, she wanted her son's cock to please and satisfy him. ".... You are going to manage my harem of your friends" he explained and she was so pleased. She had not been this horny is so long, it felt so good. Then he obscenely slapped her cheek with his hard dick.

"Ouch Michael!" she objected, playfully at first. His intensity and demands pushed her over the edge to complete submission.

"Yes baby I will do anything" she whimpered as she leaned her face into his cock and brought her lips around the head. His hand forced her onto him gagging her at first. "It's so big baby be gentle" she sighed before taking nearly half of it with her next pass. This time no gagging as he relaxed and enjoyed the sight of his mother with his cock in her mouth. She ran a hand around his hip feeling his hot hard body until she felt his ass and began to pump her mouth into him and then off. She could taste him getting excited.

"Please baby let momma taste your cum" she gasped before being pulled back into him. He fucked her mouth. She let him do as he wished as his groans showed his pleasure. She moaned back aching to feel him cum. She wanted to give him the last thing she could. She had spent her life taking care of him and helping him any way possible. except this. This was the easiest and the hardest.
 
He grabbed her head with both hands and pulled her face to him as he thrust his hips in and out. Yes, he was using his mother like she was some kind of slut.... HIS slut.... fucking her mouth and pushing the swollen head of his shaft into her throat.

“That’s it mom. Fuck me with your mouth. Take your son’s hard cock into your throat. Show me how bad you want your son. I bet you were imagining me when you had Carol’s son. I bet you pretended he was me, just like she pretended I was him. The only difference is that once you have had this cock, you won’t want another. You are going to be MINE.”

He pulled his cock out of her mouth and caressed her face with his saliva covered shaft. Then he slapped her with his giant member again before pushing his cock back into her mouth and thrusting it deep into her throat. “After fucking your friend Carol and cumming in her and on her many times, I might be able to fuck you all night mom. Can you handle it you naughty slut?”
 
Amy was stunned. She had never seen this side of Michael, or even imagined it. She had never been treated this way, but did not find it distasteful. She accepted him and saw how he came alive forcing her to take him. His voice was strong and confident as he chastised her and told her about fucking Carol, about her and Peter.

She gasped as he wiped his cock on her face. "Michael, please..." before he irreverently forced himself back into her mouth.

"...fuck you all night mom. Can you handle it you naughty slut?” he said as a challenge.

"naughty slut?" she thought as the taste of her son filled her mouth. Secretly all these years she had wanted to be a "naughty slut" but never had a man willing to dominate her. Now she did and he was her son. She nearly came with this realization.

With the next moment to breath she took his cock in both hands, saliva running down her chin. She looked up, her mascara running down her cheeks where tears ran. "You want me? You want your mother Michael?" her hands tightening and pulling on his engorged cock. "Are you going to make me a naughty slut in your bed where you jerk off thinking of that whore of an ex-wife?" her words were harsh and biting as she stood up to him. "You think you are man enough?" her eyes burned with excitement as with every word his cock throbbed in her fists.

She paused pumping his cock with two hands while on her knees. She watched him torn between having his mother jerk him off and teaching her who was boss now.

"You are the man of this house boy? You better show me!" she said calmly as years of lust and rage ignited.
 
Michael almost laughed at the words that came from his mother’s mouth. She was trying to stand up to him and trying to make him think that she was the one in control. Or maybe, she just wanted it harder than he had been with her so far.

He gripped her hair tightly in one hand and wrapped it in his fingers. Tilting her head back violently, he looked down into her eyes. “You want to know who is in control slut? I am the one who is in control. You want proof of that?”

Not saying another word, Michael released his mother’s hair and stepped away from her; freeing his cock from her grip. Still looking down at her, he smiled. “You are right where you belong.... on your knees, but maybe you don’t deserve me . Maybe you aren’t good enough for me. Maybe I should save all of this big cock for your friends.” Then, he turned and walked out of his mother’s bedroom.... stopping at the doorway. “I guess you can finish what you were doing when I came in. Or maybe Peter will come over and do you.”
 
Amy felt the loss, just as when her husband had left her. Just like the day Michael told her he was getting married. She was again, alone, and she had submitted, given her soul only to have it tossed away like trash.

"Michael please!" she said calmly. "I don't want to be in control" she continued as he walked to the door. She looked up from her knees feeling worthless and if he were to leave her here there would be no tomorrow.

"Please Micheal, I will do anything" she heard herself say. Then as the recognition in his eyes grew more interested she said "I will submit. You are the master. I am the slave." she said as something in her snapped and all of her years of cleaning and cooking and caring for Michael and his father came into clarity. She was submissive but never was it so clearly laid out.

"Thank you Michael" she said softly then began to crawl towards him.
 
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