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Part I

Emma Maida stood in the doorway of her son's room. He was a beautiful young
boy, so much like his father. Looking at Jon brought both joy and sorrow to her
heart. Joy, because she loved him so much, and sorrow, because he reminded her
so much of her husband, now two years dead.

Emma was only 16 when Roy had gotten her pregnant. Despite the lectures from
their parents, and the warnings that their marriage wouldn't last, the two were
married shortly after Jon was born. They loved each other, and they would
survive.

Survive they did. Roy turned his love for cars into a successful auto shop, and
Emma made beautiful candles that they sold to several specialty shops as she
stayed at home to care for Jon. But then, two years ago, when Jon was ten, Roy
was killed in an auto accident, devastating their family.

Slowly, they rebuilt their lives. Roy had left a very generous life insurance
policy, and they had sold the auto shop for a nice profit, so finances were not
the issue. Jon missed his father, of course, and Emma missed the man she had
loved so much.

Emma remembered the way that Roy used to touch her, how good his strong hands
felt rubbing her pussy, how it felt to have his dick in her mouth.

'Mmmm,' Emma murmured, caressing her breasts through her shirt. She hurried
down the hall to her room, pulling her shirt over her head as she went. She
closed the door and fell onto her bed and reached into the top drawer of her
dresser for her dildo. Slithering out of her panties, she placed the cool hard
plastic against the lips of her now dripping pussy.

'Oh Roy,' she groaned, pinching her hard nipples. 'I want you in me so bad.'

Emma had not been with another man since Roy had died. In fact, Roy was the
only man that she had ever slept with. As she imagined Roy on top of her,
kissing her lips and caressing her breasts, a part of Emma wished that the thick
object in her was a real live dick, and not a piece of plastic.

'Oh, God!' Emma cried out, biting her lip in a vain attempt to muffle the sound.
'I'm cumming, Roy! I'm cumming!' Emma moaned, her hips rocking back and forth,
the dildo sliding into her faster and faster as her orgasm exploded.

Gasping for breath, Emma pulled the dildo out of her pussy and began to lick it
clean, wishing even more that it was Roy's cock in her mouth.

'Mom?'

Emma's eyes flew open and she sat up in shock. Jon was standing at the entrance
of her room, his hand on the door. His eyes were wide as he saw his mother
naked. Blushing, he quickly turned away.

'S-s-sorry,' he stuttered. 'I-I heard something and I just wanted to make sure
you were okay.'

Emma felt a sudden rush of warmth for her son. He really was a handsome young
man, almost as tall as she was already, skin tanned from playing outside, warm
brown eyes and short, sleep rumpled brown hair. So much like a younger version
of Roy. With a jolt, Emma realized that there was a warmth at her pussy as
well.

Without bothering to cover herself up, Emma got out of bed, wrapped her arms
around his chest and hugged him. 'It's okay, honey.'

Jon was uncomfortably aware of the pressure of his mom's breasts against his
back, and the fact that his cock was rock hard under his shorts.

Jon wasn't blind, he knew his mom was pretty. Short black hair, a beautiful
face and piercing blue eyes. Her body was phenomenal as well, large round
breasts and long, smooth legs. Didn't all his friends say she was the hottest
mom? Didn't he punch at least one friend a week for saying so?

Emma let her hand drop near Jon's waist. 'Are you okay, Jon? Is something
wrong?'

'N-no,' Jon said, wishing his mom would move her hand away from his crotch. So
what she did next was a total surprise to him.

'I think there's something in your pants,' she whispered into her son's ear as
she slid her hand under his shorts.

Jon's dick was hard and hot against her hand. She closed her hand around it and
slid it up and down a couple times.

'Mom!' Jon shrieked, nearly jumping out of her arms.

'Shhhh,' Emma said, gripping him tighter and drawing him back toward her bed.
She sat down on the edge and turned Jon around. With a flourish, she pulled his
shorts down and gazed his dick. 'Oh my,' she whispered, staring at his hard
cock. 'You certainly have grown.'

'What are you doing?' Jon asked nervously as Emma bent her head to his cock. He
could feel her warm breath on him and it was making him slightly dizzy.

'Haven't you ever wanted your dick sucked?' Emma asked innocently, gazing up at
her son.

'Yeah, but you're my mom!' Jon protested.

'You don't think I'm pretty, is that it? You don't love me?' Emma said,
feigning hurt.

'No, mom, of course I do, but...but...'

Jon stopped talking when Emma touched her tongue to the tip of his cock. He
almost stopped breathing. His mom's warm tongue swirled around the underside of
his dick while her hands played with his hairless sac.

'You taste so good, Jon,' she murmured, licking down his shaft, trailing her
tongue across his testicles and then back up to the tip. Emma rubbed the tip of
his cock against her tongue and was delighted that pre-cum was beginning to
dribbled out of it and onto her tongue. Her son groaned and began to move his
hips slowly, without even realizing it.

Jon had never felt anything so wonderful in his entire life. He had dreamed
about his first blowjob, but had never imagined it would be his mother giving it
too him.

'Do you want me to suck you dick, Jon?' Emma asked, her hand tight around his
saliva soaked cock as she slowly jerked him off.

'God, mom, please!' Jon moaned.

Emma teased her son a bit first, licking at his dick like a lollipop. Just when
he thought he couldn't take it anymore, she took him deep into her mouth,
sucking him slowly.

Jon cried out as his mother slid her head up and down his stiff rod, the
pressure from her mouth unbearable. 'I'm going to cum!' he trembled, expecting
his mom to taker her mouth off him.

Instead, Emma sucked him even harder, concentrating on the tip of his cock and
milking the base of his shaft with her hand. Emma felt her son's dick begin to
tremble and got ready for the rush of white gold that would flood her mouth.

Jon came harder than he had ever cum before in his short life. He sent spurt
after spurt into Emma's waiting mouth as she squeezed her hand around his cock,
hard, milking every last drop she could out of her son as she swallowed his hot
load.

Emma set back and smiled at smiled at Jon, who was standing in front of her
slightly dazed. 'Get into bed,' she said, sliding back and patting the space
beside her.

Obediently, Jon sat down, still a little woozy from his powerful orgasm. 'Mom,'
he said. 'That was amazing.'

Emma laughed and stroked his cheek with the back of her hand. 'Honey, that's
only the beginning.'

Part II
Mother and son slept until nearly noon the next day. Emma woke first, her head
cloudy and wondering who the warm shape was beside her. She blinked a couple of
times and Jon's sleeping shape came into focus and the events of the night
before came flooding back to her. She licked her lips, tasting the dried cum,
somehow delicious after its long absence from her life.

Jon stirred beside her and raised his head. 'Mom?' he whispered, looking for
her.

Emma propped herself up on her elbow and stroked Jon's bare chest. 'Yes,
sweetie?'

Jon sat upright in a smooth motion, wide awake and looking at her with wide
eyes. 'So it wasn't a dream?'

Emma laughed. 'No, Jon, it wasn't. How did you sleep?'

'Great,' Jon said, his eyes hungrily taking in the view of his naked mother.

'Mmmm, we still have a lot to do,' Emma said, noticing his gaze. 'But let's get
cleaned up first.'

Emma lead Jon to her shower and turned on the water, hot. They stood under the
pounding streams and let it wash away the sticky mess from the night before.

'Have you ever kissed a girl, Jon?' Emma asked, flipping her wet hair out of her
eyes.

'Just once, at a party,' Jon said, looking down.

'How was it?'
'It wasn't anything. We just...pushed our faces together.'

'Well,' Emma decided. 'Then the first thing to do is teach you how to kiss.'

Jon looked up at her, astonished. Emma leant forward slightly and pressed her
lips to his. Her son didn't respond for a minute, but then began to kiss her
back.

'Just like his father,' Emma thought as Jon kissed her, not too hard, not too
soft, just perfect. She gently parted Jon's lips with her tongue and touched it
to his.

They stayed in their embrace for several minutes, their mouths on each other's
as the hot water beat down on them. Jon explored his mother's body with his
hands, hesitantly touching her firm breasts at first, and then growing more
confident, playing with them gently, rubbing her nipples. His hands drifted
down to her ass and cupped her smooth cheeks in his hands. Finally, Emma broke
the kiss.

'Whew!' Emma gasped. Jon's hand had made her horny. 'I think it's time you
learn how to please a woman. Get on your knees, dear.'

Jon looked puzzled but did as he told. Emma spread her legs to give Jon easier
access to her pussy.

'If you learn how to do this properly, you'll never be without a girlfriend,'
Emma said. Understanding dawned on Jon's face and he eagerly shuffled forward
to examine his mother's pussy.

Emma kept her pussy well trimmed, with just a tiny patch of pubic hair above her
tender folds.

'Start slowly,' Emma instructed. 'Kiss the area beside my pussy first.' She
sighed and closed her eyes as Jon tenderly kissed the wet skin beside his
mother's pussy. 'Mmmm,' Emma murmured. 'That's good. Now, lick me, gently.
Don't put your tongue in me yet.'

Jon's warm tongue made contact with her lips and Emma gasped. He licked with
smooth, broad strokes, up and down her pussy, his tongue bumping against her
hard clit as he finished his upward stroked.

'Good, good,' Emma breathed. 'Find my clit with your thumb, it's the hard bump
above my pussy. Rub it...' Emma trailed off as Jon found her clit and began
rotate his thumb over it, continuing to lick as he did.

Jon had never tasted anything as wonderful as his mother's pussy before. Emma
had stopped talking and was just making soft sounds of pleasure. Not exactly
sure what to do next, Jon decided to use his tongue on Emma's slit.
'Oh God!' Emma groaned, pushing her hips against Jon's head as he licked her
clit with quick little strokes. 'Suck on my clit, Jon, suck me!'

Jon listened to his mother, encircling her hard clit with his lips and sucking
on it gently. Emma cried out with pleasure, feeling the beginning of an orgasm.
Jon stopped sucking on her clit and resumed licking it, smothering it with his
tongue and applying pressure to it.

'I'm cumming, Jon, don't stop!' Emma cried, holding Jon's mouth to her pussy.
'Put your tongue in me, Jon!'

Jon had barely placed the tip of his tongue into his mother's pulsating pussy
when she came. Her cunt grabbed greedily at his hard tongue as he thrust into
mom, fucking her with his tongue. His tongue began to get tired, so Jon
switched to making deep, long laps that began inside Emma's pussy and ended on
her clit.

Emma was breathing hard, barely recovered from her first orgasm when she felt a
second one beginning. 'Don't stop, Jon! I'm going to cum again!' she cried
out. She squeezed her breasts, teasing the hard nipples as Jon up and down her
pussy, over and over again until she came for a second time with an ear
splitting scream.

'Come here,' she growled, pulling Jon to his feet. She kissed him hard, tasting
her own sex on his lips and tongue as she did. Jon's erection poked against her
stomach. Emma continued kissing Jon as she wrapped her hand around his hard
cock.

Jon cupped his mother's breast in his hand as Emma jacked him off slowly. His
groan was muffled by Emma's mouth. Emma pulled Jon closer, her fist knocking
against his and her stomach as it slid up and down his hard cock. Jon rubbed
her hard nipple with his thumb as his hips started to jerk as he started to cum.

Emma moaned as she Jon's hot cum, hotter than the water falling down on them,
splashed against her hand and stomach and against Jon.

'Ohhh, cum for me, Jon!' Emma said as Jon's hip jerked one last time, oozing one
last spurt of cum on onto her hand. Emma rubbed as much of her son's cum
against her skin as she could before the water could wash it away.

Part III
Jon lounged at the patio table, clad in shorts and a t-shirt, watching his mom,
who was wearing a tight top and bikini bottoms, as she grilled steaks on the
barbeque for their lunch. Something was nagging at the back of his mind. He
went over the unlikely events that had happened over the past 12 hours.

He had heard groans and moans coming from his mom's room the night before. 'I
hope she's not sick,' Jon though as he slipped out of bed and walked down the
hall to her room. The door was open just a crack, and Jon peered through. The
sight of his mom, lying naked on her back with her hands between her legs had
caused an unfortunate physical response; hell, he was a twelve year old boy,
full of raging hormones and perpetual boners. He stood there watching her,
absentmindedly touching himself as Emma called out his father's name.

'Her you go, Jon,' Emma said, placing one of the steaks in front of him. 'Have
some salad.'

They ate silently for a couple of minutes.

'Mom,' Jon said suddenly. 'Is the only reason you...you...' Jon's face grew
red as he struggled to get the words out.

'Sucked your dick?' Emma supplied, causing her son's face to grow redder.

Jon swallowed. 'Is is because I remind you of dad?'

Emma was shocked at the perceptiveness of her young son, and she put her fork
down and took a sip from her juice glass. 'Last night, when you walked into my
room, I was thinking of your father,' she admitted. 'But everything we did
together, when I went down on you and you went down on me, I was only thinking
about you,' Emma said. 'I loved your father and I loved you, but I will never
confuse the two of you.'

Jon nodded, looking down at his food. Emma smiled and ran her foot up Jon's leg
until her toes were rubbing against his crotch, causing the bulge there to get
larger as she played with him. 'What were you thinking when you were with me?'

Jon looked at his mother, his hands stroking her strong calf. 'I was thinking
that I had the greatest mother in the world.'

'Come on,' Emma said, standing up and reaching for Jon's hand, her lunch
forgotten. 'I think it's time I showed you what sex felt like.' She took Jon
to the edge of the deck and had him lie down on one of the lounge chairs. Emma
didn't care if their neighbours saw them or not; all she wanted to do was fuck
her son silly.

'Let's see what you have for me,' Emma whispered, tugging down his shorts. Her
son's erection rose straight into the air. 'It's beautiful, Jon,' Emma
murmured, stroking his cock softly. Emma stood up and pulled off her shirt,
then slithered out of her bikini bottoms.

Jon lay on his back, his heart racing as his mother undressed in front of him.
'She's beautiful,' he thought, taking in her breasts and neatly trimmed bush.
Jon started to sit up as Emma straddled him, but she gently pushed him back
down.

'Let mommy do all the work,' she said. Taking his hard dick in her hand, she
rubbed it against her wet pussy, sending a bolt of thrill through both of them.
'Just lie back and let me fuck you.'

Jon's eyes were fixated on his cock and his mother's pussy as Emma lifted
herself up and settled herself over Jon's stiff rod. Jon groaned as Emma slowly
lowered herself onto him, first the tip of his cock disappearing into his mom's
hot pussy, then inch by inch, the rest of his dick was swallowed up by her
hungry cunt.

Emma sighed, feeling Jon's length inside her. 'How does it feel?' she asked
him, grinding her hips against her son, flexing the muscles in her pelvis so her
pussy contracted around Jon's cock.

'God, it's amazing, mom,' Jon groaned. Instinctively, his hands went to her
hips and he began to thrust up against her. Emma took his hands and placed them
on her breasts instead.

'Feel my tits, Jon, I love it when someone play's with my tits,' Emma whispered,
starting to slowly move herself up and down on Jon's dick. She moaned as Jon
cupped her breasts, squeezing them gently and rubbing them together. Emma moved
her hands from his so she could finger her hard clit.

Jon gasped as Emma began to move up and down. He loved how her stiff nipples
felt against the palms of his hands, and how wet and hot her pussy was. He
looked down at his crotch, scarcely believing that it was his dick his mom was
moving up and down on.

Emma began to fuck Jon faster and faster as he played with her nipples and slid
one hand down to her ass to squeeze the flesh there. The sounds of their
passion began to grow louder, and anyone that was outside would have heard them
and investigated. But they were all alone.

Emma cried out and ran her hands underneath Jon's shirt to rest them on his
chest. 'Oh god, Jon, your dick feels so good!' she cried, moving her hips
faster and faster.

'You're pussy feels amazing, mom,' Jon grunted, moving his hips up faster and
faster to meet his mother's. Emma squeezed him harder with her pussy, making
Jon groan. 'Mom,' Jon gasped, 'I think I'm going to cum.'

'Cum in me Jon,' Emma moaned, fingering her clit and feeling Jon's hard cock
slide past her fingers. 'I want you to cum in me!'

Jon cried out as he came, his back arching as he did, his cock buried deep
inside Emma's cunt. Emma cried out a second later as she felt Jon's cum squirt
inside of her. That pushed her over the edge and she came with a shattering
climax.

Emma collapsed down on Jon, her heaving chest pressing against Jon's sweat
soaked shirt. Her mouth found his, and they kissed deeply, Jon running his
hands through his mother's hair.

"Mmmm, that was amazing,' Emma whispered. She relished in the feeling of Jon's
dick, still semi-hard inside her, and his hands running up and down her back.
She could even feel his cum, wet and sticky, inside her pussy.

Emma had never thought that she would be able to make love to another man. The
past two years had been hard and lonely. But, with this boy who would soon grow
to be a man, to become his father's son, maybe life would get better.