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Subject: {ASSM} One if by Son, Two if by Mom (3/10)  [mF, incest, mom, son]
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The following is a work of FICTION.

One if by Son, Two if by Mom
by DiscipleN

Copyright (c) 2001, by DiscipleN. All rights reserved.
This work may not be used for any commercial purposes without prior,
documented consent from the owner.


- Chapter 3 -

A couple days passed. They were as uneventful as all others before
that strange, revealing evening. Eric didn't say anything further to
his mother about her body, and he seemed content not to plague her
with tricks to soak her tits.
It was a couple days later that Eric's friend Jimmy was poking around
their house. Eric had gone to play with a little girl named Naomi who
live a few houses away. Jimmy dropped by to see if Eric was home, but
he wanted to surprise him. He snuck to the side of the house where
some bushes grew, and he looked into the small window there. He didn't
know it, but it was a bathroom window, and Helen was just finished
taking shower.
Normally the window was shut, and its cloudy glass protected anyone
inside from stray glances, but Helen had opened it to let the hot
steam escape, thinking that the bush was a decent curtain. She was
very wrong.
Jimmy could see everything. Helen was toweling her body with languid
strokes. She kept turning around and looking back into the mirror in
case she had missed any spots, but this just let Jimmy, only a couple
feet away, ducked down, to see every inch of her skin, including her
incredible breasts and her curly haired cunt. He had never noticed how
beautiful Eric's mom was. He had just thought she was like every other
mom, except for his mom, one who baked cookies and served lemonade.
Jimmy was very different from other boys in the neighborhood.
His mom was a 'free woman', or so she told him. She rarely wore
clothes in their house and she compelled him to do the same. Early on,
he had stopped feeling embarrassed, but of course he never invited his
friends to his home. The other day when he and Eric were playing and
his mother called him from the window had been a close call. He
thought she wasn't quite normal, but he still loved her like any son
would.
His mother had pretty much left him alone besides her philosophy of
nudity. Which is why he suddenly found Eric's mom absolutely
fascinating. She was really much prettier than his mom, but most of
all, he was looking at her naked body when he was quite sure she
wouldn't have wanted him to.
Jimmy felt his cock grow inside his pants. Even his mother's body, of
which he was so familiar, occasionally turned his little pee pee on,
as he still called it. He really didn't know what to do about it, and
he quickly returned to feeling embarrassed around his naked mother. He
could only guess that she ignored his stiff prick when it happened to
pop up, but then again he was always quick to cover himself by
standing behind something or going into another room.
For the first time he was really enjoying himself as he watched a
naked woman, but only because she didn't know he was there. It was the
sun that gave him away. Jimmy wore corrective lenses. Just as he was
really getting turned on by looking at Helen Drost's naked body, the
sun crept over a leaf and reflected off his glasses.
Helen easily spotted the jittering mote of light and looked out the
window. Right there in the bush, only a couple feet away she saw Jimmy
crouched down, staring intently. He even had his hand between his legs
as was rubbing the crotch of his jeans.
"Oh no!" She yelled and jumped back covering herself with the towel.
Jimmy yelped at his discovery and he tried to run away, but his jacket
suddenly caught in the bush and he thrashed wildly trying to escape.
He only managed to trip and fall. He landed with a whumph!
"Oww!" He yelled, and he found it difficult to get back up because he
had hurt himself.
Helen quickly recovered her senses. She watched in mild shock as the
boy Jimmy tried to escape, but when he fell so awkwardly she laughed.
But only for a second. Almost immediately her surprise turned to
concern.
She leaned toward the window, a towel covering her recently exposed
and jostling tits. "Jimmy, are you okay?"
He managed to roll over and sit up. Then he started to stand. "Uh,
I-I'm so sorry Mrs. Drost. I-I have to go."
"Don't you dare move one inch!" She commanded in her sternest mom
voice. The boy could really have been hurt. She had to at least check
him before he tried to run all the way back home. "You march yourself
right in here young man. I'll see you in my living room in half a
second. If you're not there in six seconds I'm calling your mother.
Jimmy nodded and raced to her front door.
After stepping out of the bathroom Helen paused briefly to put on a
large, warm robe. She went to the living room and let little Jimmy
inside.
"Now sit down young man. Let me see if you've hurt yourself. I should
be really angry with you, but we can talk about that later."
The frightened boy gulped and nodded. He sat down in the big chair in
the room.
Helen moved closer to inspect his arms. "Did you hurt yourself badly?"
She turned each arm over gently as she checked both sides, without
realizing how she was bending over the boy. His lenses began to steam
up because he could look right inside the robe and between her large
tits!
When the boy didn't answer right away she looked at him and
immediately clasp the collar of her robe. "How dare you?" She scolded
him at once. "Here I thought I was trying to help you, and all you do
is peek at me disgustingly."
"I-I'm sorry. I-I didn't meant to..."
"Oh yes, and I suppose you didn't mean to be sneaking around looking
at me in the bathroom either?"
"Oh, please Mrs. Drost. Don't tell my mommy! I promise it will never
happen again."
Helen just was not the angry type. Jimmy was too much like her son,
sweet and innocent. We'll maybe not so innocent if what Eric had said
about Jimmy's mother was true, but that was their business. She told
herself, this is my business. She could see that the boy was really
shaken up, and there was still the possibility he had hurt himself.
"Are you sure you're okay? You looked a little scratched up, but I
don't want you running home if you twisted your ankle or some such."
"Um, I'm okay now. Please, please I didn't know you were there at
first, but you are so beautiful. I couldn't help myself. I'm so
sorry." He hung his head.
"Hhmph! I'll bet." She mustered a growl, but she was already softening
to the boy. She was sure he was as innocent as her Eric. At the
thought, she suddenly remembered the other night. The sight of her
son's pale, stiff prick came back to her. He had not been so innocent
then, and Jimmy was equally guilty, rubbing his cock through his
pants.
For a second neither said anything.
Helen found herself looking down at Jimmy's small pant's button. She
licked her lips. The same warm sensation returned to her.
Jimmy was still hard. His pants bulged gently having been looking
between the vee of her robe. He looked up at her and noticed were she
was staring.
Suddenly, Helen's hand lost its grip. The two folds in her robe
slacked and the vee opened even wider that before. Jimmy could now see
most of the firm globes of her tits. He didn't know what to think. Was
Mrs. Drost inviting him to look at her tits? All he could feel was the
strong tension between them and the even stronger tension beneath his
pants. He looked.
Helen caught her hands as they fumbled with her sash. What was she
doing? Some incredible force wanted her to show her tits to little
Jimmy. He was once again staring at everything that was hanging in
view already. She knew she should be angry with him, but it was her
fault she had let her grip slip. Now what was she going to do? Helen
quietly wondered if Jimmy thought her tits were prettier than his
mother's. Then she wanted very much to know. Still she struggled with
her hands at her sash. Some powerful force inside her, warming her
secret places, wanted to open them in front of the poor boy.
"Mrs. Drost?"
Her head shook involuntarily. "Wh-what Jimmy?"
"Should I go now?"
"I-I don't know. I guess, maybe, yes." She seemed to have lost the
authority in her voice. "Unless..." She heard herself say.
Jimmy was mightily confused. Unless what? "Excuse me?"
"Jimmy, why are you still looking at me?"
"I'm sorry." He said quickly and turned away.
"Th-that's o-okay. I guess it really doesn't mean very much. Is it
true your mother lets you see her?"
Jimmy was surprised at the question he turned back and looked at her
eyes as a blush crept across his face. "Yes." He said slowly.
"Wh-why would you want to look at me then?"
"I dunno, because you're prettier?" It was a question. The right
question.
Helen was gripped with curiosity. She then asked him without thinking.
"Would you like to see more?"
Jimmy was dumbfounded. But he wasn't stupid. "Uh, huh." Was Mrs. Drost
really going to show him her tits?
Helen took the answer and acted deliberately. She was going to show
him more than just her tits. She stood fully erect as she released her
sash. Then she slowly opened the full length of her robe and stood
before the poor, confused boy. "Do you really think I'm prettier than
your mother?" Her body had the figure of a goddess. Her tits stood
firm and proud and her hips were like two arcs enclosing a temple. Her
pussy hair curled every which-way between her legs, and her legs were
like marble pillars.
Jimmy almost choked. His dick was harder than it had ever been. His
hand moved to cover it's pointing stiffness out of pure embarrassment.
All he could say was, "Yes, you're really, really pretty."
Helen couldn't help but notice the boy's hand. Her arms went slack and
the warm folds fell down to her side, but she didn't close them. The
alabaster path between her glorious breasts pointed openly to her
cunt.
Jimmy gulped as he tried desperately to watch both.
"Jimmy, you didn't hurt yourself there, did you?"
"Huh?" He roused from his fascination.
"I asked if maybe you hurt yourself there." Helen pointed at his
guarding hand.
Again Jimmy was too confused to give any informed answer. He just
said. "I dunno."
"Maybe we should have a look."
"What?" He asked, easily surprised.
"I can't let you go unless I'm sure you didn't hurt yourself, young
man." She felt her authority return.
"Um, okay. I guess."
Helen motioned him to stand up. He did, and she was very soon helping
him unbutton his pants and pull them down. She let him pull his
undershorts down by himself.
Very quickly, he stood as exposed to her as she was to him. It became
immediately clear he had not hurt himself there. His boyish cock was
not quite as long as Eric's, but it might have been a little thicker.
Helen noticed all this in an instant. Then she was once again
captivated by the beauty of a teenager's penis. She felt she could
stare at him for as long as Eric had stared at her. Her body was warm
and slick. She could feel the heat rushing to her pussy,and drip out
like a leaky faucet of hot water. She wanted to feel her cunt right
then and there. She knew she would cum in a second.
She kept perfectly still.
Jimmy began to fidget. His own awareness of his erect penis and Mrs.
Drost's tits and cunt were more than he could stand. His hand crept
slowly to his dick. He couldn't help himself. He had only just learned
to jack off, and all he could think of was doing it right then and
there.
Helen watched him touch himself. She bit her lip. Oh how she wanted to
touch him herself, but she struggled desperately to keep still. Maybe
the boy was just trying to adjust it and make his prick more
comfortable.
She forgot that notion as his hand gripped the protruding shaft and
began to rub it slowly. He aimed it purposefully at her body which was
turning him on so much. He couldn't believe how hot he felt.
"Please, Miss Drost, show me some more." It was not a request. The
command surprised both of them.
But Helen had lost her control. As if she were in a trance, she
reached again for her robe, and this time she tugged it down over her
shoulders as the boy continued to jack his beautiful meat slowly and
deliberately. She stood in front of him totally naked.
It was unlike anything he had ever experienced. Jimmy wanted to shout.
He wanted to grab her and do things to her. What, he didn't know. All
he knew was that he wanted to rub his cock like it had never been
rubbed before. His fist began to move faster up and down. He began to
breath harder.
Helen was completely transfixed. She stared and stared at the smallish
boy jacking off at the sight of her naked body. She felt an urge to
hear his voice. To tell her things.
"Jimmy, what are you looking at?"
"Oh, Miss Drost. I'm looking at your ti... uh, boobies."
"Dear child, you can call them what you like. Do you like to call them
tits?"
"Uh, huh." The boy nodded. His voice was raspy.
"Now tell me again. I want to hear you say it."
"I-I'm looking at your tits."
Helen couldn't deny herself any longer. She reached down between her
legs and fingered her own cunt. She let out a gasp of relief as her
fingers slid inside and began to fuck her pussy, in and out.
"Jimmy, dear sweet boy."
"Ohhh, Mrs. Drost. What are you doing?"
Helen blushed fully. "The same thing you are." She whispered huskily.
Her hand had penetrated the inner folds of her pussy, and she was
already zooming to an incredible orgasm.
"Wow. Does it feel real good?"
"Yes, Jimmy. Oh yes."
"I'm really glad. I like you so much. I didn't know mommies could do
it."
Jimmy's hand flashed across his cock as fast it could. He was almost
there, jacking dick so frantically to feel that incredible rush of
bliss.
"Do you wish I was your mommy?" She leaned closer with a hopeful
smile. She loved the boy dearly for what she was doing with him.
"Oh, Mrs. Drost, I-I think you are a beautiful mommy."
"Call me mommy, dear. Please. It will make me feel so much better. I
think I could cum very hard if you called me mommy."
"Yes, mommy."
"Oh Jimmy, do you feel good, looking at me fucking myself?" Helen
could hardly stand the tension between them she had to know if he
would spurt his little cock.
"Mmmm, f-fucking?" Jimmy didn't know the word.
"Oh, what your doing. What I'm doing. This mommy wants you to feel
very good, dear sweet thing." She stroked her pussy like a dog digging
after a rabbit. Her breath was quick and difficult. She kept staring
at Jimmy's fast stroke and she suddenly wished the boy's cock was
inside her.
Jimmy started to gasp. His hand gripped his dick like a vice for just
a second, holding back his rush of cock juice as the first great pulse
of energy shot into his head. Then, releasing, he blasted his cum
straight at his play mommy.
A thick wad of cream leaped between them. It struck her hip.
"Oh, Jimmy! You're cumming on mommie. You're going to make mommie
cum." Helen cooed. Sure enough her pussy responded with shimmering
waves of bliss which rushed up to her head and made her shut her eyes.
She felt more jets of Jimmy's cum strike her leg and knees as her own
orgasm pounded and pounded her thoughts with joy. Her fingers clawed
and gouged her clit for every possible sensation.
Then she collapsed on the couch next to the spent boy. Jimmy was
smiling as he watched the beautiful woman lay down, moaning softly.
"Jimmy, Jimmy." She said.
Without thinking, he fell on her and hugged her with all his heart.
It took her a few moments to clear her head of the sex crazed fog that
had engulfed her and soaked her with joy and cum. She felt the small
boy's warmth, and she wished she could lay with him forever. He was so
sweet, and innocent just like her own son Eric.
Yet at that moment, Eric was learning his own lesson with the opposite
sex.

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