A lonely white-collar mother satisfies her son's endless desires.

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Still half-asleep, Tim rolled out of bed, took a shower, and got dressed for school. The entire week of exams and the non-stop parties over the weekend had left him exhausted. This week should be a bit easier, he thought; all he had to do was show his face and prepare for graduation. Still squinting, he stumbled into the kitchen.

His father was at the table reading the newspaper, and his mother was standing by the sink, rinsing several plates, preparing to put them in the dishwasher. Tim stopped behind her, leaning forward to reach for the cereal box in the cupboard above her head. Tim opened the cupboard door with one hand and reached for the cereal with the other, causing his already swaying body to completely lose its balance, and he fell towards his mother.

Jill Morgan was a manager at a large manufacturing company. At 47, she still maintained the graceful figure of a woman in her twenties, and as usual, she was wearing her business skirt suit and white blouse.

Her coat was draped over a chair nearby. Beneath her short skirt, she wore a small pair of nylon pantyhose and sexy stockings, tightly hugging her buttocks. When Tim fell towards her, his erect penis, due to morning erection, pressed right between the cleft of her buttocks. However, this was a big deal for both of them. Both were acutely aware of the sexual implications of the contact.

"Tim!"

He struggled to regain his balance and straighten up. For a brief moment, his semi-erect penis rubbed against her buttocks, trying to penetrate them. In the process, his penis grew harder and harder until it was as stiff as a steel pipe.

"Sorry, Mom, I just wanted to sneak in to get some cereal." He was prepared for a scolding.

"I sensed you wanted to sneak in, but I didn't know where you went. Next time, remember to aim carefully." She turned slightly to him, and he saw the smile on her lips.

He was somewhat surprised by her answer, glancing at his father to see if he had noticed their conversation, but he continued reading his newspaper as usual.

"I will next time," he said. Now, he really didn't understand why he had said such a stupid thing. It just made things worse. But she didn't respond again, only glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. He quickly finished his breakfast and ran out to school.

Throughout the conversation, Jill kept rinsing her plate, but the feeling of her son's big cock pressing against her buttocks never left her. It had been a long time since a big, erect cock had been pressing against her buttocks. Her husband, Thomas, had limited his sexual activity to the traditional missionary position every two weeks for almost several years. She was a lawyer, her mind filled with nothing but his cases. In fact, he was against anything that looked sexy. On the other hand, Jill, a natural sex symbol, was increasingly frustrated with her sex life. When her son rubbed against her buttocks, she was slightly surprised and a little guilty about the lewd thoughts she had. For a moment, she wished he would be on top of her for at least an hour.

Tim had never considered his mother a sexual object. Well, at most, he'd just glance at her panties and bras in the laundry basket. His mother's 36C bra size gave him a reference point for judging the breast sizes of the girls at school, and the perfume emanating from her worn panties was enough to make him masturbate at least twice. Although he'd never sexually associated her firm, shapely buttocks, now his mind was completely blank.

At the end of the day, he walked home, unable to remember anything that had happened. The day at school was like a blank. His mother's round, firm buttocks occupied his mind and penis. Every time he recalled that scene by the pool, his penis became as hard as a telephone pole.

Even though Tim had masturbated to the point of numbness the night before, he still didn't have the courage to go and have sex with her again the next morning. His father had eagle eyes; if he discovered Tim's thoughts, he'd kill him. But Tim was sitting at the table, his position directly facing that coveted buttocks. Jill's movements as she wiped the dishes caused her shapely buttocks to sway back and forth, like a little red flag waving at Tim. It wasn't long before he regretted not going to get the cereal box as usual that morning. He vowed that tomorrow morning he would place his huge cock between those swaying buttocks.

Jill soon realized that Tim had been very careful that morning, not pressing himself against her to reach for his cereal box.

She felt a tiny bit disappointed.

"God, Jill," she said to herself, "What's wrong with that? You're upset because your own son didn't put his cock between your buttocks?" Just moments before, she had been thinking about Tim's exposed cock sandwiched between her bare buttocks. She quickly shook off the thought, said goodbye, and rushed out of the room, letting the drive to work take over her racing mind.

Wednesday morning was a bright, sunny day. Tim got out of bed at the first alarm. He took a quick shower, struggling to keep his hard penis from tearing a hole in the door, towel, and underwear. At the last minute, he pulled down his underwear; he wanted to feel his mother's round buttocks, and the underwear was still an extra layer of obstruction. He didn't want to change his usual routine too much, otherwise his parents would become suspicious, and besides, if he went downstairs too early, his mother wouldn't be at the sink doing chores yet. Just as his mother had finished washing the first cup, he went into the kitchen. As he walked towards the sink, he carefully watched his father. He was sure his father's newspaper was blocking him from seeing what was about to happen, unless his mother attracted attention. This time, Tim aimed precisely behind Jill before moving closer. His aim was flawless. His erect penis was positioned perfectly between his mother's round, round buttocks. As his weight pulled him deeper into the crevice, he stood on tiptoe. The action felt like manipulation, and for a moment he struck an ancient rhythm against his mother's shapely buttocks.

This blatant contact sent gasps through Jill's body; her mind was recording the size and hardness of his penis.

She was completely speechless and could only stand motionless until he took out his cereal and slowly ended this obviously sensual push. Before she could regain her composure, he had already walked to the table and poured the cereal into a bowl. As he poured the milk, she turned to look at him. But the sight of the milk swirling into the cereal was suddenly so suggestive that she couldn't say anything more.

"Did you find everything you wanted?"

"Yes, thank you, Mom, I found everything."

"Good, I'm sure you found what you wanted." They were both shocked by her words. She didn't understand why she would say something that condoned his actions. On the other hand, Tim couldn't believe that she hadn't berated him for his behavior, but instead implied that she understood what he wanted to do and didn't want to stop him.

School was even harder than Monday. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore and ran to the bathroom to masturbate against the wall until he ejaculated twice. This made him feel a little better, though his penis was only slightly softer. He wondered how his mother would treat him that night.

After Tim went to school and her husband went to work, Jill still had fifteen minutes before she had to leave. She felt like she was in a fog. She found it hard to accept the fact that her son had taken advantage of her. She almost didn't doubt that Monday morning was an accident, but what happened today was definitely what it was, nothing else.

Tim had planned to press his hard penis against her buttocks, even pushing upwards after the initial contact, making his movements more sexually suggestive. Her first reaction was to hope that her husband hadn't seen it.

For the next few seconds, she was so absorbed in the sensation of the hard cock between her tight thighs that she couldn't think of anything else. Finally, she had to admit to herself that between her buttocks was her 20-year-old son's cock, inserted there, and not by accident. But her real concern was her panties; when she realized her son was remotely fucking her beautiful buttocks, her overflowing lust had completely soaked them.

This flood almost overwhelmed her. She hadn't felt this excited since a boy had first played with her bare breasts in high school. All these years of marriage, her husband had never been able to bring her to that level of excitement, and now her own son was arousing her torrent of desire. Afterwards, her knees ached, and she couldn't wash the dishes anymore, so she picked up her coffee and sat down at the table. Thomas looked at her strangely.

"Are you feeling alright?" he asked.

"I'm fine, just a little tired. A few hard ones this week, so I'm probably just feeling fatigued." It was indeed hard, she thought.

“Maybe you should rest for a day or two. I’m going to Chicago for a week on Sunday to finish a case. Would you

like to come with me?” “Oh, I’m fine. A good night’s sleep for a day or two should be enough for me to recover over the weekend.” A good night’s sleep would also help, she thought. “Okay, whatever,” Thomas said. He didn’t seem to care much about her reluctance to come with him.

The phone rang, stopping her from answering further. It was her best friend, Carrie, begging Jill to go with her after work to pick out a dress for the party she was going to attend on Friday. Jill immediately agreed. This meant she would be out when Tim got back, and Tim would probably be back in his room by the time she returned from shopping. She wasn’t sure how to face him, or how to handle what had happened that morning.

Tim felt relieved to find out his mother had gone out that evening. He didn’t know how to respond if his mother brought up what had happened that morning. Luckily, he saw a movie he’d been waiting for playing on TV. It started at 9 and ended at 11. Without thinking much, he watched it. Around 10 o'clock, his father pushed the law books aside and said he was going upstairs to sleep. As the movie drew to a close, his mother came home. Tim didn't know how to face her, so he just kept his eyes glued to the screen.

"Did Dad go to sleep?" Jill asked.

"Yes, around 10 o'clock," Tim replied, still not looking at her.

Jill walked around the chair he was sitting in and stood between him and the television.

"You'd better not let your dad catch you playing that little trick this morning." That wasn't exactly what she meant.

"I won't," he said.

"That's not what I meant, Tim." She looked at him for a moment. Her voice lowered, "Before you get anything, you'd better know what you want." He looked up at her for the first time. "What?" "You heard what I said. You'd better think it through." She turned and went back to her bedroom.

Tim tossed and turned in bed, thinking about his mother's words. But in his mind, there was almost no doubt that he would feel her shapely buttocks again tomorrow morning. He was too engrossed to let go. He couldn't even be sure he understood her words.

On Thursday, he woke up early again, still without underwear. He was restless, wanting to go into the kitchen, but first he needed to wait for his erection to soften a little. Not that he wanted it to go completely soft. He wanted it to be firm enough so that when he pushed into her, it would sink into her firm, round buttocks. He hoped their little conversation last night would make her think nothing would happen this morning. Finally, he went downstairs and into the kitchen. Her mother had just walked away from the table and stopped in the middle of the room.

"Good morning, honey, you're up early this morning," she said.

"I couldn't sleep, I guess I was looking forward to the start of the day."

"Want me to get you your cereal?" Jill asked.

"No, it's okay, Mom. I feel better doing things myself." But Tim didn't go to the cereal. He stood in the kitchen doorway.

Jill also stood in the middle of the kitchen for a moment, then, to her own surprise, she picked up a plate and a glass from the table and went to the sink. Leaning against the cupboard, she began to fill the sink. She bent forward, arching her round, firm buttocks. Tim waited only a minute, glancing at his father still engrossed in his daily newspaper, before heading towards the cupboard above his mother's head. Soon, he found himself directly behind her, bent over at the sink. He hesitated for a few seconds, deciding whether to continue his daily encounter. As he moved forward, he abandoned all caution. His mother could have stood in the middle of the room until he got the cereal, but she hadn't; instead, she'd gone to the sink. The thought of her doing that, and what he was about to do to her, instantly made his penis fully erect.

Tim adjusted his angle and leaned towards his mother's shapely buttocks. His hard penis parted the fleshy buttocks, and a gasp came from in front of him. This time, he knew she understood that her son was doing it on purpose, not accidentally, and that she could easily stop him if she wanted to. His penis moved up and down as his hand touched the cereal box. Tim risked everything, manipulating his penis between his mother's fleshy buttocks. He knew that if his father saw what was happening, he'd probably be permanently kicked out, but an erect penis was irresistible. His mother had stopped washing the dishes, standing there, head bowed, almost in surrender. In fact, for a moment, he thought he could feel his mother squeezing his throbbing penis against her back. He continued his sensual exploration of his mother's beautiful buttocks, much longer than before, until his mother turned to look at her husband. Tim knew she was checking to make sure they weren't seen. She still didn't say anything. Finally, his senses returned, and he grabbed the cereal box, pulling his penis out from between her rounded buttocks. He heard a sigh, and then she straightened up and continued washing the dishes. He ate his breakfast quickly, trying to press his hard penis down under the table so it wouldn't be too noticeable when he got up to leave. Finally, he finished eating. He said goodbye to his father, then did something he hadn't done since middle school. He went to the sink and kissed his mother on the back of her neck.

"Goodbye, Mom, see you tonight."

As he kissed her, he heard a soft moan, then she turned and looked at him intently.

"Goodbye, baby, see you when you get back."

He couldn't read her eyes, but they certainly didn't look encouraging. He knew he'd get a lecture when his mother got home. He hoped it wouldn't be anything more than that.

Jill was startled by what had happened that morning. She knew she could have waited until Tim got the cereal before going to the sink. By not doing so, she had given her permission to this incestuous contact. She tried to convince herself that she didn't have time to wait; she had to finish the dishes quickly and get ready for work. But that couldn't explain why her little hole had already started to overflow when she saw Tim waiting for her at the door to go to the sink. She couldn't explain why she was so wet now, to the point that she wondered if her vaginal fluids had soaked through her panties and dripped down her legs, making it visible to everyone. She dared not ask herself what she should do about her 20-year-old son who insisted on having sex with her every morning through her clothes. She knew what she wanted to do, but a mother couldn't do that with her son. All day, she was in a daze, making many mistakes she would never normally make. Every time she sat down in her office, she felt as if his penis was pressing against her buttocks. By the time she drove home and parked in the driveway, her mind was completely blank. To her surprise, her son had just arrived home in a friend's car, almost at the same time as her.

Tim walked to his mother's car, and just as she opened her legs to get out, he held the door open for her.

Her short skirt had slipped down to her hips, giving him a glimpse of her cleavage. Jill couldn't quickly move her other leg out of the car to avoid her two beautiful, long legs being spread wide apart. Those few seconds felt like minutes to both of them, her wide-open vulva meeting his probing gaze. In the past, he would have turned away, but now he couldn't tear his eyes away from such a captivating sight.

"If you like looking at my panties so much, I'll give them to you when I take them off. Or are you hoping to see something else?" Jill said, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

"Sorry, Mom, I just couldn't help myself. You're not like a mom at all, you're so beautiful." Jill was startled again. Of all the excuses Tim could find, he mumbled this one to appease her anger. Instead of trying to lie or cover it up, he told her his true feelings. From a young age, she had taught him to tell the truth and accept the consequences.

"But, honey, have you forgotten I'm your mother? What's been happening lately isn't appropriate behavior between a mother and son." "Mom, you told me to think things through before I fight for anything. Yeah, I've thought things through." "Tim, that's not what I meant. What you're thinking is impossible. Honey, it's impossible." Jill suddenly realized that her legs hadn't closed throughout their conversation. Good heavens, no wonder he'd acted this way. She quickly stood up, closed the car door, and fled into the house. Things were getting out of control. Her emotions had outweighed her morality.

Friday morning, before 6 a.m., the phone rang. The factory Jill helped manage was having problems, and they wanted her there immediately. She quickly dressed and left before Tim woke up. She was relieved to be able to postpone yet another incident with her horny son. Tomorrow was Saturday; maybe she could give her son's surging hormones a chance to subside before things completely spiraled out of control.

Tim ate breakfast in silence. He'd been irritable and difficult to get along with all day at school. Even his best friend said he was a jerk. Tim, of course, didn't explain. What could he say? I'm angry because I didn't put my dick on my mom's perfect ass this morning? As soon as dinner was over, he went straight to his room. His mom was wearing a bathrobe, covering herself from chin to ankle. Since he wasn't going to get a good look at her beautiful body anyway, he might as well go to bed early and look forward to tomorrow morning.

The next morning, when Tim walked into the kitchen, he heard his dad drive out of the driveway to play golf. Jill was still sitting at the table, drinking her coffee. When Tim walked in, she felt her body tense up and shudder.

"You're up so early on Saturday," she said. Her gaze swept over her son's already noticeably bulging crotch. Her mouth felt dry, but her lower body was starting to feel wet. Good heavens, she thought, why am I acting like a little girl, wanting to sleep with every guy who walks by? However, she didn't want to go, or at least shouldn't; after all, the person she was so desperate for was her son.

"This is the beginning of my life. I graduated Tuesday night, and, well… that… that's it, yes, I'm officially done." "And, in two months, you'll be going to college." Tim stopped by the door. His eyes glanced at the cereal cabinet, but he showed no intention of going over.

Jill noticed her son's movements and kept telling herself not to give him any chance, to let him press his body against hers. The phone rang, interrupting her thoughts. Without hesitation, she stood up to answer it.

The phone was nailed to the side panel of the cabinet next to the sink. She walked to the sink, picked up the white receiver, and put it to her ear. It was her friend Carrie, eager to tell her about her unparalleled party experience the previous night.

Tim was drawn to his mother's thin, sheer nylon nightgown. The nightgown was a pale orange, and bikini-style pajama bottoms were clearly visible below, but her bra was not. This instantly made him erect. He stood there, admiring his mother's alluring back, her slender waist, her rounded buttocks, and her long, beautiful legs. Finally, he walked up behind her. The gap between her buttocks, visible through her underwear and robe, cast a shadow.

He had deliberately worn a pair of old shorts, the fabric worn thin, and he wasn't wearing underwear underneath. His large penis was already erect to its enormous size. He positioned himself behind his mother, just inches away. Any consequences were forgotten; he placed his hands on his mother's waist and thrust forward. His hard penis easily parted his mother's soft buttocks and entered between her long, beautiful buttocks.

"Ohhh, Tim," Jill said, "Ohhh, no."

Tim leaned forward against Jill, his head so close to the phone that he could hear Carrie's voice.

"What's wrong, Jill? What happened?" Carrie asked.

"Ah...ah, Tim spilled something hot all over the floor. I'm hanging up now, I'll call you back later. Bye," Jill said to her friend.

Tim's hand slid forward on his mother's waist until it met her breasts. He could feel the weight of her breasts pressing against his wrists. His penis grew even harder. He thrust forward again, burying himself deeper between his mother's shapely buttocks.

Jill wriggled, trying to break free from her son's grasp, but it only made her feel like she was being manipulated.

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