One Wierd Night

One Weird Night Part 1

        Carla woke with a start when the shower started. The house was old and had only one bathroom with a very loud shower. She had fallen asleep before Larry came to bed again. He was staying up later and later anymore playing that dumb game on the computer. But tonight he had promised he be in bed before midnight so they could play. They where both horny, but things had just not worked out for them the last few weeks. But tonight was to be different; Larry was actually working at the computer tonight and had promised that he would knock off early and join her around 12am. Carla had gone in and laid down to rest up from her long day at work. Scott, there 17 yo son was out on a date and Suzanne, their 15 yo daughter, should be sound asleep by now.

        Well at least Larry was in the shower... that was closer than the computer desk in the den. Carla slipped out of bed and caught sight of herself in the mirrored closet doors. She was 5' 4”, about 128 pounds, long light brown hair, green eyes behind her glasses and a scattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks. As she looked closer at herself she realized she could do with a shower as well... Larry liked to eat her out when she was freshly showered, even if she was self conscious about it. She stood there in her dirty white wife beater shirt, the oil-stained pants she wore at the garage where she worked and her steel toed work boots. She smiled at herself, somedays she was such a boy. Kicking off the boots she sat and pulled her grungey socks off and undid her belt. Pulling the wife-beater over her head she managed to take the sports bra off with it in one smooth move. Standing she let her pants drop and her panties followed.

       She snuck out of the bedroom and quietly walked the short distance to the bathroom. With the stealth of a ninja she opened the door and slipped in. Immediately her glasses fogged up and she set them on the counter. She could see the blurry outline of her man through the fog of the hot shower and the frosted glass of the shower doors.

       What was he doing in there?

        It sounded like the grunting he did when he was fucking her, but it didn't seem quite right. A wicked smile crossed her face. He was jerking off! And here she was waiting for him in bed while he's playing with himself in the shower. This would not do!

        “Excuse me! What the fuck do you think your doing playing with yourself while I'm horny and waiting for you to get in bed and service me?”

        The shower door slid open and a shock voice echoed through the small tiled room.

        “MOM!”

        There stood her 17 yo son Scott, his 5' 6” lean, naked body dripping wet, his eyes wide with fear, and his short brown hair slicked back. But all Carla noticed was that he was sporting huge, thick, hard on dripping soap suds. This was not what she had expected to see, but it was a rush seeing her boy standing there with his hard cock pointing right at her. She had always wondered if he had got his fathers endowment and was oddly pleased to find out that he had... and then some!

       Another sensation struck her as odd.... instead of being embarrassed or shamed into leaving the room she was actually turned on by this situation. Her clit was tingling and she could feel her pussy lips starting to moisten with her juices. The other thing she noticed was that Scott's hard-on was not going down, in fact it seems to be growing. The look of shock that he had a few seconds ago was changing into something else. A look of lust for his own mother.

        Carla took a step towards her son, her hands on her hips, “Well I asked you a question, I expect an answer.” She said in her most firm mommy-voice.

        “I...um...I... mom?”

        Another step and she was close enough to touch him. Her eyes locked his, her smoldering sexuality an almost physical presence between them. “Ok, I'll try something easier; what do you think your doing in her young man?”

        “um....taking a shower mom, my date ended early.”

        “Oh? And you didn't get enough with your little girl friend? You have to come home and jerk off?” She took another step closer to him and put her hands on the edges of the shower's sliding door, pinning him in the running shower.

        “Well.... no mom, its not like that.” His hard on was merely inches from his mothers, naked, sweaty body. “She um.... she's just a little tease mom.” He leaned back against the shower wall, the spray of hot water washing the soap subs off his cock and balls. An grin crossed his face as it dawned on him what she truly wanted from him. His right hand drop causally down to his crotch, his fingers wrapping around the thick shaft.

        Well thats just not right! Carla thought. Knowing that if she moved she would be crossing a line that she should not and could never come back from, Carla stepped into the shower and pulled the door closed behind her. Now, closer to him than ever she looked down at his hand on his rock hard shaft. Smiling as she reached down and pulled it from its resting place, she lifted it up over his head, placing it on the tiled wall and then she did the same thing with his other hand.

        “I didn't say you could touch yourself now did I?”

        “Nnno mom.”

        “Now just stand there until I tell you to move.”

        She turned herself into the hot blast of the shower, water coursing down her body, over her breasts, and down her stomach, pubic hair and legs. Carla leaned forward into the water, soaking her face and hair in the refreshing water. The head of Scott's erection brushed her hip as she moved under the water. She heard the small, weak gasp escape his lips as his most sensitive skin touched the forbidden pleasure of his mothers body. She turned herself under the stream so that the water could wash down her back and over her sweet round butt. Leaning back, arching her back and thrusting her tits out under her sons eager look she pushed her hair back and looked right into his eyes.

       Straightening up she reached out and took his hard cock in her hand. Momentarily she was afraid that he would shoot his load right then and there. But he had more control then that. Slowly she started to stroke his meaty member, her fingers barely encircling his gearth. Surprisingly she was even more turned on by the taboo act she was engaged in. Scott's head was back against the wall his eyes closed and his breathing quick. She could feel his pulse through the veins that stood out on his cock.. his heart was racing.

        “Take your hands down.” She ordered, and he complied. “Now, what should you do with them I wonder?”

        “I have an idea, mom.” Scott squeaked out as one hand reached for her ass and the other found her soft round breast.

        Carla moaned under his rough, teenage touch. He was squeezing and pulling at her tit, not an uncomfortable sensation, but he was obviously inexperienced at this. Turning to face him she bent his prick up between them so that the underside of it was rubbing against her belly. WOW! He IS bigger th.an his dad! She thought. Scott slid his hand off her tit and wrapped in around her waist, pulling her into him and kissing her hard on the lips, his tongue pushing between them and finding her waiting tongue. They kissed passionately for a long time. Scott's hands both going to her ass as he held her tight against his hard teenaged body. She released his cock and ran her hands up and down his hot, hard body. The feeling of his huge erection sandwiched between them pushing her closer to the edge of losing control.

        Finally they parted; Scott gasping for air, Carla breathing heavy with lust for her own son. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her whole body shaking from what she knew was coming next. She kissed his chin then his neck, then his chest. She nibbled and sucked on his nipples as he moaned. She moved down his flat stomach, kissing and licking and gently biting him as she went. As her chin touched the first of his pubic hairs she lowered herself to her knees in front of him. His swollen cock right in her face. Taking him in her hands she licked the wet, dripping head of it, gently brushing her lips over the sensitive tip. Scott's knees nearly collapsed out for under him at her touch.

       Her mouth open, she moved to take him in it. She never really liked giving head, but when her and Larry showered together she always sucked his cock for a few minutes, why not do the same for her baby boy? The taste of him was better than she thought it would be... obviously he had been cleaning it for some time before she interrupted him. She felt his hands on the back of her head, slowly he was pushing his hips forward into her face, his enormous meat forcing itself deeper into her mouth. She put both her hands around the base of it to keep him from choking her with it, but he was so large that it didn't help much, he still hit the back of her throat with it. But when he did he pulled back, nearly taking it out of her surprisingly eager mouth. As he reached the point of his cock actually leaving his mother's mouth he pushed it right back in until he hit he back of her throat again. Over and over he fucked her mouth, picking up speed with each thrust into her cock-hungry mouth.

        He was getting close to exploding, She could tell. But she wasn't ready for that, and definitely not in her mouth! When he pulled back to thrust into her mouth again She twisted her head free of his hands and looked up at his smiling. “No no... you can't cum yet.” She said, again in her mommy-voice.

        “Oh mom!” Scott wined stepping back from her.

       Carla stood and looked into his eyes. “Have you ever been inside a girls pussy?” She asked flatly.

        Blushing he murmured “No Ma'am.”

        “Good!” She turned directed the spray of the shower head into the side wall of the shower stall. Placing her hands on the wall under the shower head she arched her back and wiggled her butt at him. Looking over her shoulder at him she smiled. Scott stood there shaking behind her, his eyes fixed on her round ass and the glimpse of her pink pussy. “Go ahead Scotty, put it in me.”

        Fumbling like the virgin he was Scott stepped close to her and took his hard-on in his hand, and tried to stab into her wet hole. He missed the first few times, hitting her taint twice and nearly ramming her unwilling asshole before she reached between her legs and took his meat in her hand. Guiding the head to her slit she rubbed it between the velvety soft pink lips. Scott moaned again as the warm slick juices of her pussy coated the head of his cock. Taking her hips in both hands he thrust his hips against her, burying his pole balls-deep into his mother's tight pussy.

        Carla had to bite her lip to keep from screaming in pleasure as the longest, thickest, hardest cock she had ever felt pushed into her quivering body. Scott started pounding her from behind the moment he recovered from the shock of how tight his own mother's pussy was. Carla rode him, pushing herself onto his meaty pole each time he thrust against her. She could feel the explosion building deep within her each time she impaled herself on him. Scott was humping her faster, building with his own orgasm as he fucked her.  Each time Scott slammed into his mom, she could feel his low hanging balls slap her already excited clit, each slap pushing her closer to her own orgasm.

       Her round tits, dripping water were swinging in time to their fucking, Scott reached down and took the nipple of one between his fingers, squeezing softly. “Harder!” Carla gasped between her grunts of pure pleasure. Scott willingly obeyed, squeezing and twisting her hard nipple. Carla moaned at the holt of ecstasy his manipulation of her brought about.

        The combination of her his nipple pinching, deep fucking, and the mental thrill of fucking her son brought her to a sudden climax. Her pussy exploded around the pounding of his cock, she pushed back against him, her arms locking and her knees nearly giving out on her. She flipped her head back, her long wet hair slapping across her bare back like a whip. Scott grabbed it in both hands and started pulling it, using it like the reins of a bucking horse, trying to hang on for the wild ride he felt coming. His hair pulling drove her even deeper into ecstasy and she came again as he pulled harder on her hair.

        His pace quickened, he was beyond the point of no return. Faster and faster he pounded her from behind. Each thrust into her he felt himself bottoming out in her pussy, that seemed to drive mom as wild as pulling her hair did, and the more he drove her wild the closer he got to the edge himself. So close that he could not stop now. Harder and faster he plowed his cock into his mothers pulsating pussy. She was cumming again and this time he could not take it any longer.... He exploded as he thrust deep inside her, the head of his cock slamming into the depths of his mother as it shot load after load of hot cum in her. Carla knew her son was cumming in her and that drove her into a third orgasm.

        As their body slowed and continued to o\move as one Carla stood, keeping Scott's slowly softening penis as deep as she could in her, leaning back against his chest she reached behind herself and rubbed his shoulder, Scott wrapped his hands around her waist and held her tight. There where no words to be said at that moment.

       The water that had been so hot moments ago when she entered the small tiled room was now quickly cooling. Turning to look into her sons wide, eyes she kissed him deeply, her tongue entering his mouth and finding his waiting, welcoming tongue. “You should get to bed now.” She said as she held him close.

        “Can we.... you know.... sometime again?” he asked, just as he had asked for so many things over the course of the years. And like so many of those times she could not bring herself to say no.

        “Yes, but I don't know when and you cannot tell anyone, and I mean anyone about this. Understand?”

        “Yes mom.” He said his face split with a grin from ear to ear.

        “Good, now off with you... I did come in here to actually take a shower you know.”

        Scott opened the sliding glass door and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and his clothes off the floor he slipped out of the bathroom and into the darkness, crossing the hallway to his room. Carla, turned the water to its hottest setting, which wasn't very hot after all the time it had been running and took her normal quick shower: arms, legs, crotch, ass, hair and teeth all in quick order.

       Once she was clean she dried off and went back to bed, expecting to find Larry there, but he wasn't. Well, hell's bells. If he can't come to bed like he said he would, maybe she'd just have to go get Scott from time to time. She though, fleetingly. Then laughed at herself. Getting  clean pair of panties and a fresh wife-beater she pulled them on and collapsed into the welcoming arms of her bed. Sleep was on her the moment her head hit the pillow.       

       After drying off and putting on a pair of boxers, Scott left his room to get a bottle of water before crashing for the night. Even though he had lived in the house for the last 10 years, and the furniture had not been rearranged for the last 3 years he still found fumbling through the pick black house difficult. Crossing through the den to get to the kitchen he stubbed his toe on the desk chair. On his way back through the house he paused at his younger sister's door. He could hear the rhythmic squeaking of her bed. Sis is at it again... She had been a chronic masturbater since she was 13 and would spend half the night playing with herself across her bed, but tonight she seemed to be into it more than usual.

       Hopefully she hadn't heard or seen anything she shouldn't have. Scott though as he closed his bedroom door. Within minutes he was, as mommy had told him to be, in bed and sound asleep.