Skin in the Game Pt. 02

Jason held hard and strong the whole way. As far as he was concerned, this was only the beginning. An excellent beginning to be sure, but there was more for his mother to receive.

She fell forward into his arms, and he stroked her bare back to help her come down. His wood did not diminish inside her. She gasped for breath, thinking, What's next? What does he want? Whatever it is, I'll do it for him. Gimme another second or two, and I'll do anything he asks.

One of his hands held the back of her head against his shoulder as she huffed and puffed against the side of his neck. His other hand ran over and over from the nape of her neck, down her spine to the small of her back. Her breathing slowed, and she shivered despite the summer heat. When had a man's touch soothed her and excited her at the same time like this? Never, the truth came to her mind. No one's touch affects me like Jason's. No one fills me like him. No one else makes me feel so at home and like I'm shooting over the mountain tops at the same time. She knew that whatever he had in mind for her next, he would fit her like a glove.

"I'm ready for more," she mumbled into his ear. His cock head swelled deep inside her. She hummed at the sensation. "Take me," she said, and his hands returned to her succulent ass. "Play with me." He squeezed her buns, and pushed his hips up at her. "Do anything you want with me. I'm all in, baby. I'm yours."

Jason's biceps bulged as he lifted his mother off his erection.

"Ohhh," she moaned in a mix of disappointment and anticipation.

He sat his mom at her original place on the couch. Her young lover looked her in the eye, and said, "Get on your hands and knees. Here. On the couch." Her son stood up to allow her to spring into position.

She wagged her glistening ass at him; looked up at him with puppy-like adoration. "Anything, baby. Take it. Take me. Ride me hard and put me away wet. Use your mommy before you bring her to bed." He knelt his left knee on the cushions behind her, and took hold of her narrow hips. She felt the broad head rubbing up and down her slit, but Jason was struggling to get it in. The narrow seat of the couch was forcing her to keep her legs close together. From behind came her son's voice. "Put your right foot on the floor." His voice was shaking with hunger for her body, and his big paws were nudging her hips to the right to encourage her.

Leanne did as her man bid, and her lower orifices opened. The most delicious penis she'd ever known was able to start invading her cunt as she needed it. They'd had deep and spreading fun in the morning and afternoon. She'd ridden that dick a dozen minutes ago. Even with all that sexual action, she had to bend and flex and push her body so Jason could stretch her open. The penetration was slow and steady and relentless. She hung her head for a moment, concentrating on accommodating the full girth of her hung son.

"Uuuuuhhhhhh," she groaned in relief and happiness. When he hit bottom, she threw her head back; tossing her auburn hair up like flames in the night sky. "FUCK! You're amazing!" He started fucking her, but she wasn't done screaming into the dim-lit room. "You are HUGE in me! You're a perfect fit in my pussy!" His left hand released her hip and grabbed her left shoulder. "You were made for this, Jason. You are the perfect man to bend your mother over, and fuck the living daylights out of me." With both hands he pulled her back as he jabbed his hips forwards. Her whole body trembled with the crashing reach into her body. She grunted in a high pitch. Jason repeated the movement. Her body shook, and another high cry flew from her lips. Her son fucked her like that with a controlled ferocity, pounding over and over. Her mouth and eyes were wide with awe. She felt like an electrical storm was rushing through her. There wasn't enough capacity in her brain for further dirty talk. The best she could do was hold onto the arm of the couch, try to stay upright and enjoy as Jason ravaged her.

It was love and lust beyond her knowledge. Last night had been amazing, sure. This morning and the afternoon had been a wonderful thrill too. All those had put Roy and any other man of her past to shame. But her son was driving into her with car-crash force over and over. There was a flood of love and passion passing between them. This intensity transported her to pleasures she'd never imagined. Her eyes rolled up in her head, and she knew she must be cumming all over Jason's rod. But he held her, and fucked her like nothing else could pass in this world. It went on for a long, glorious, time. She felt sweat pooling at the small of her back and trickling down the bridge of her nose. But as long as Jay kept clapping his hips into her upturned ass, she would tolerate everything else. She was having one endless orgasm or else she was having a continuous cascade of orgasms.

Some amount of time Leanne couldn't hope to guess passed this way.

Jay grunted out words as he kept up the rapturous pace fucking his mother doggy-style. "So fucking hot." Sweat jumped from their bodies as he crashed into her again. "Love this fucking..." She called his name and squealed. "Only for me."

"Yes! That's right, Jason!"

"I'm going to cum in you, Mom."

"Yes! I want it!"

"I'm gonna fill you with cum, and take you to my bed. You're my woman, and you belong in my bed."

"Yes! Fill me! Take me! Shoot it all in my pussy!"

"You're going to be naked...in my bed...EVERY night."

"Every night, baby! Oh, fuck, I'm cumming again!"

"NNNgggrrraaahh!" Her son finally tripped into his orgasm in concert with her own.

As promised, he filled her with hot seed. She'd never been so happy to feel a man's throbbing ejaculation. It's more of him, hot and sticky, I get to keep inside me. The possibility that she'd become delirious occurred to her.

The pair collapsed, still joined pelvis to back end, and cuddled on the couch. Consciousness passed and returned and fell away again. When Jay woke her, he said, "Time for bed, Mom." She was chilly. How much time had passed? He picked her up. She took care to loop her arms around his neck, and Jason carried her to their bedroom.

"I'm covered with...stuff. I should shower," she thought to herself.

"No," grumbled Jay as he spooned up behind her. He pulled her tight, so her bare back was flush with his bare chest.

Did I say that out loud? I couldn't stand in a shower right now if I tried anyway.

"I want you sticky," her son said as she started to drift into slumber, "I want you sticky as long as you're sticking to me."

***

Jason awoke alone in the bed. A note on the bedside table read:

Dear Sleepyhead,

I don't stink any more, but you do.

The coffee and toast is only for clean boys and girls.

Wash up and catch up!

Love you!

The smell of coffee wafted into his nose from the kitchen area as he lumbered towards the bathroom. The shower was still wet and the mirror was foggy. He sucked in the humid air, turned on the shower and stepped into the piping hot stream.

He'd lathered up and was rinsing out the shampoo when he heard his mother's voice echoing in the bathroom. "Hey!"

"Hey," he grumbled toward the drain.

"I'm glad you're finally up. I'll get your toast started. Butter and honey, right?"

"Yeah. Sound's good. I'll be there in a few minutes. I'm already rinsing off."

"Mmmm. Sounds like something worth seeing," she said in a throaty voice, "but I want my young man well fed." And with that the bathroom was quiet again except for the sound of running water.

***

At the table, Jason sipped his coffee. Over the rim of his mug, he saw Leanne staring at him with an inscrutable expression.

"What?" he asked.

She popped a grape into her mouth, and chewed. "Hm." She swallowed. "I was thinking about how I told your father that this is a time for him to think about what he wants. But it's also a time for you to think about what you want; for me too. After some extended time, one or both of us may find it's not what he or she wants."

Jason needed only the time to swallow before answering. "I want you to be happy, so you should definitely tell me if you want to move on. But I know I want this and I want it for the long term." Leanne smiled and tilted her head to one side. "What? You think I'm being naïve, don't you? I'm a stupid kid who can't know what he'll want in a year or five or a decade."

"No." Her smile widened. "I feel the exact same way."

***

They dressed in casual vacation clothes and drove into town. They needed to pick up items they hadn't trusted to stay fresh for yesterday's drive; milk, eggs, cheese, meat. That sort of thing. Plus they found farm-fresh tomatoes, zucchini, onions and garlic. It was a lovely open air market in a grassy public square near the center of town.

Out of the corner of her eye, Leanne spotted some girls giggling. When she took a quick closer look she saw that they were more likely to be in their late teens or early twenties. They were admiring Jason. Their titters were shy admiration of his handsome face and well-built frame. At least that's how it seemed to the protective mother.

"You've got some female attention over there," she whispered to her son. She tilted her head to the right to hint where he should look.

Jason kept his eyes on his mother's lovely features, and said, "I saw them. Same as how I saw the two beards watching you."

She looked around and spotted a pair of bearded men trying to look away in time. One looked a bit too casual for her tastes, wrinkled open shirt over wrinkled jeans. But the other wore his clothes well pressed and his facial hair trimmed neat. If Jay hadn't been taking such good care of her, he'd be tempting.

"We ain't from around here," Jason said in a countrified voice.

Leanne put her arms around his neck. "We should make it clear that we are unavailable." They Kissed. She felt his broad palms on her butt. "Let's get back to the cabin."

They headed back to the car. Neither noticed that the stares had intensified, not diminished.

Before Jay could turn the ignition, his phone pinged out a text alert.

"It's from Nora Walker," he said once he got a good look at the screen.

Leanne's hackles sprang like a trap. "What does she want?" she said, trying to keep intense jealousy out of her voice. Then she couldn't stop the next thought from spilling out. "I thought she understood that her time with you is up."

Jason smiled. "No need for that. She wrote that I should press charges against Pat in five days. That is unless she sends me a message with the word 'resolved.' I guess things are getting tense at the Walker house." The auburn haired beauty relaxed before her son's eyes. Jay continued, "When we get back to the cabin I'm going to have to help you settle down. We are going to get you sweaty, satisfied and certain that you are my woman. Exclusively."

"Sound's good to me." She pulled out her own phone as her love started the engine. There was a text from Roy. It said:

"Too much to say in a text, and not part of a conversation I want to have including Jay. So I've written you an e-mail."

She read the text aloud and put her phone back in her pocket as Jason guided the car towards the cabin.

"Aren't you going to open the e-mail and read it?"

"Later. First take me back to the cabin. I want you to settle my jealous nerves. Then we can see what your father wrote."

"We? You're going to let me read it too?"

Leanne stared at the passing trees, and shook her head like a weather vane in a light mixed breeze. "You take me to bed. You pour everything into me." She turned to look him in the eye. "I'm not holding anything back from you."

Jason stomped on the gas, and the engine revved as. As he maneuvered the car, he came to a decision. "Fair's fair. I don't want to keep anything from you either. There's something I've been meaning to tell you."

***

The trees and shrubbery blurred by as Jay told his mother, "Y'know, I knew you were beautiful even in middle school. It wasn't sexual, but I noticed other boys staring at you. I felt angry and protective."

"Yeah?" she said.

"Yeah," he answered. "In high school some friends of friends were bold enough to tell me you're sexy. This was when you'd begun your fitness kick. I came to see how it was true. I saw it over years of yoga pants on your way out the door and your glistening neck and shoulders when you came home. I saw it better than any of them."

Leanne kept silent; her eyes fixed on her young lover. She'd noticed her son's friends' admiring glances, but had never suspected Jay's response. He glanced away from the road long enough to lock onto her face. She smiled, encouraging his narrative.

He returned his eyes to the road and the words of their unshared history.

"I didn't think I could have anything physical with you. But I was disturbed by feelings of arousal. I couldn't face them, so I couldn't understand them. High school girls were nice to date, but we were all so insecure. Sexual growth felt like navigating a minefield. None of us knew what we were doing so it was clumsy, often feeling like life or death."

Encouraged by his mother's long fingers spreading grip on his thigh, he continued the story. "College girls weren't much better. Neither was I. I dated a lot in my first year, and had a good amount of sex. I learned to be more comfortable and a bit more capable, but no one ever blew my doors off. I doubt I blew anyone else's doors off either."

Leanne rubbed her son's muscular lap. She'd suspected about his high school relationships, but the college-girls information was new.

"I returned home for the summer," the lucky younger man continued. "And worked for Lou Rhodes at Francine Carlisle's home." Leanne did her best not to tense at the name. Why is he telling me this? But she didn't interrupt. She trusted this was going somewhere valuable. "Everything I told you about my contact with Francine was true, but I left out one detail." He took a deep breath. "See, that day, when I...you know...came fast. The thing is...it wasn't only emotional distance or strong muscles; though I do think they played a role. What happened was this: She was on top of me. I looked up at her. And I saw your face."

"What?"

"Yeah, I was balls deep in her, and I saw your face and your hair. And I shot off like a rocket."

"I can't believe it! Why didn't you tell me?"

Jay turned to look at her with wide eyes. "Are you kidding me? Of course I wasn't going to tell you. Ever." He had to return his attention to the road ahead, but he reached into the past to remind her. "When we talked about that day you were super pissed. I wouldn't have told you even if your mood had been great. I wouldn't be telling you now if we weren't speeding back to our shared bed, Mom."

"Yeah. Okay. I see what you mean."

"I falt humiliaed, and insisted on a second try. But it was like trying not to think about a purple banana. You were more than eighty percent of what I thought about. I couldn't hold back that second time either."

Leanne could feel her mouth hanging open. Her pulse was quickening again, but it wasn't with anger for Nora Walker. Nora who?

"I couldn't face the idea of actually wanting you like that. I guessed that it must be because I'd overheard you and Betty and your dirty talk over the weeks that lead up to Francine. You talked about feeling neglected and horny. I'd wondered if Francine suffered similar feelings, though she never indicated it. So, when the time came that I was actually fucking Francine -- being fucked by her, more like -- I saw your face. And...'Pop!'

Leanne would find room in her heart to pity Francine...but that would have to wait until later. Jay had more to say.

"The closest I could come to the truth was to say I prefer older women. Of course it was because of you, Mom." They locked eyes again for a moment of incestuous certainty of what was to come. "But that was obscene, I thought. Impossible. So: older women. I also realized that I needed to be much better in bed if I hoped to get and keep an older woman in my bed. So I went back to college, and —"

"Don't tell me you seduced a professor."

"No. No chance. Most of my professors were men. The women kept a distance. I stuck to the co-eds, with fair success. This time I was figuring out how to be better. I improved my staying power (though I doubt it would've helped much with Francine.) I talked with lovers and non-romantic female acquaintances. I learned about things that worked and what they hated."

The hot mommy kept heating up. She couldn't resist squeezing at her boy's thigh with increased strength and urgency. They were nearing to the cabin. Soon they'd get to reassert their tight and close mother-son bond.

"The more I learned, the more I realized did not know. Tastes vary from person to person. I have to pay close attention to a partner to understand her needs."

Hah, Leanne thought, that's where it came from! It surprised her to find that her free hand (the one that wasn't deep in her son's lap) had found its way between her thighs. She was rubbing at her sensitive groin.

"I still doubted my skills when I approached Betty. I hated the idea of letting her down," Jay was saying. "That's why I insisted on giving her three orgasms before taking my pants off." Leanne turned her head to the side with eyes closed to hide her irritation at the thought of her son with her friend.

Jay continued, "She was the closest I ever thought I could get to you, Mom." Without conscious thought, Leanne's gaze returned to Jay. His eyes were rich with love. "That idea got me more excited than ever. Of course, you know I didn't cum too fast that time."

Mother and son chuckled.

"I did worry that Nora might snap and spill the beans. Sure, I saw an opportunity there, but I wouldn't have pursued it if I'd thought there was a chance of ending up with you. But when I was with her, one idea kept spinning around my mind: This was happening thanks to your intervention. You wanted a full report afterwards. Your hand was in this sexual moment. Thoughts of you were woven into every moment at the Walker home."

Aren't we fucking there yet? Did the drive to town from the cabin take this long? On the outside, her face was reddening, and she was squirming and clutching at Jason's lap. On the inside, she was panting with desperation to tie her naked body into a sweaty knot with Jason's.

"And the way you responded to the story!" he pressed on, "It caused an explosion in my mind. Thoughts I'd never allowed burst to the surface. Was physical intimacy with you an actual possibility? It was hard to convince myself things could really go that far. At a minimum I could turn you on through sexual achievements with other women! I struggled to fall asleep that night. I was desperate to feel that close to you again; to see that part of you."

He turned the wheel to veer onto the gravel road that would lead to the cabin and their inevitable sexual collision. Thank goodness!

And as he brought them ever close, he said, "And you know I never even went all the way with Neesa because I wanted so bad to be with you."

The gravel was crunching beneath their wheels, and the auburn-haired beauty was counting the seconds. Her dark-haired stallion kept his eyes locked on the rough country path as he spoke in a low voice. "You don't need to be jealous of those women. They were substitutes. I settled for them because I thought being with you was impossible. Unimaginable!"

Meanwhile, Leanne's imagination was running riot.