Family Sex Night
By Perry Jones (pounder801@gmail.com)

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CHAPTER TWO

	On Thursday morning, Ellen Preston kept her son Mark home from school.

	After Bob Preston, on his way to work, had taken Jane with him, so he could drop her off at school, Ellen was alone at last with her young son.

	It was a moment which she had anticipated for some time. Ellen was in her late thirties, a mature adult female. She was strikingly attractive and arousingly full-bodied, with a lovely face and an alluring physique.

	Ellen's good looks were the fresh, natural, wholesome kind, not dependent on glamour. She was a pretty and voluptuously developed suburban housewife and mother.

	She had her own ideas on the proper way to raise her children, especially where their sexual development was concerned.

	It was roughly nine o'clock, nice and early. Ellen felt lazy and relaxed as she finished putting the cleaned breakfast dishes away in the cupboard.

	She wore a pink housecoat, made of soft fuzzy fabric which clung to her womanly curves. The robe was belted at her waist with a sash.

	Ellen was a big woman, and stood a few inches over five and a half feet tall. She had a massive bosom, flat belly, and wide hips.

	She was in splendid condition, not just for her age, but for any age. Her body was well toned and developed, taut and firm, without sagging.

	Her light brown hair was styled in short and attractive coiffure. She had a wide heart-shaped face, deep-set eyes, a bold wide mouth.

	She reached behind her back, her breasts pressing against the soft cups of her gown, and the quilted covering of her robe.

	At the small of her back was a knotted apron string. She opened and untied it, took off the apron and hung it up, and went upstairs.

	Yellow light slanted through the east windows on the second floor of the spacious suburban home. Ellen went down the hall to her son's room.

	She sas surprised to discover that her hands trembled. She smiled to herself. Now that the big moment had arrived, excitement shook her.

	She paused outside his closed door. Each of her children had their own rooms. Linda's room, unoccupied while she was away at school, would be used by her when she returned this weekend for her monthly visit.

	Ellen took a deep breath, her heart beating with strength. She let out the breath slowly, calming herself, composing herself.

	She was amused by her own reaction. With all the lovers she had taken, she should be calm and cool as a cucumber. But her excitement rose up in her, firing her passions.

	She opened the door and went into the boy's room. Mark sat up in bed, his back against the headboard. The curtains covered the window, while the lamp on his night table pushed away some of the shadows and dimness.

	Mark was in his early teens, a handsome lad, fresh-faced and clean-limbed. He was the youngest of her children, the only boy.

	He had pale brown hair with yellow highlights, which fell across his forehead, the tips falling across his alive, alert green eyes.

	His features were smooth and clean, with a scattering of freckles across his face. He was beardless, but he was sexually mature.

	He had been mature enough for her purposes for a few years physically mature, that is, since he reached puberty at twelve.

	He was like a delicious peach, and Ellen had longed to take a bite out of him. But she had restrained her desires for more than two years.

	She waited until he had the necessary emotional maturity. He could be trusted with secrets which it would be dangerous to reveal to outsiders.

	Now that he was ready, Ellen would initiate him in her own special way.

	Mark squirmed restlessly, his face coloring with a blush. Ellen was inwardly amused by his innocent reaction, but she did not smile, for fear that he would misunderstand the smile, and mistakenly think that she laughed at him.

	Adolescents were so touchy! Parents had to handle them with care. But handling with care was something which Ellen was skilled at. "Hi, honey," she said, padding to his bedside.

	Mark wore striped pajamas. The tops were open at the throat, showing his smooth fair skin, the hollow of his throat, his flat thin chest.

	He was skinny, with prominent bones, lean limbs. The blankets covered him from the waist down. She reached out to touch his head.

	She had kept him home from school today, so that she might have him all to herself. Schooling was certainly important, but Mark was a fine student who wouldn't suffer from missing one day. Besides, what he would learn here today from her would be more important than anything he might pick up in school.

	She and Mark shared a scheme, a little conspiracy. Yesterday, she had instructed him to complain that he was feeling ill this morning.

	Mark pretended that he had a touch of the flu, and Ellen said that she would keep him home just to be on the safe side.

	Mark had to be in good health for the family weekend coming up.

	Mark was shy. He fidgeted anxiously, too nervous to look up at his own mother. Ellen smiled down fondly at him as she ran her fingers through his hair.

	"Any room for your mom to sit down, Mark?"

	"Huh? Oh, sure, Mom, sit down!" Mark slid across to the other side of the bed, keeping himself covered with the blankets.

	Ellen parked her wide warm rear on the mattress. Mark stared at her breasts.

	"I'm so glad that you're staying home and spending the day with your mother, dear." Ellen rubbed his thin shoulder through his pajama top.

	She took his head in her hands, his soft downy cheeks warm against her pressing palms. "I promised you that I'd give you a special treat, remember?"

	"Y-yes, Mom!" Now he was so nervous that he could look at her.

	"I always keep my promises, Mark." She squeezed his shoulder. "You're so sweet, honey! I love you so much!"

	"I love you, Mom!"

	She puckered her lips and kissed his forehead. She couldn't resist the temptation to press her rich ruby lips against his mouth.

	She kissed him hard on the mouth. His eyes widened. He gasped. Ellen put fire in her kiss, but she kept her mouth closed and didn't use her tongue.

	Not yet, anyway.

	She stood up. "I'll be right back, Mark. When I come in, I want you to have your pajamas off. You will do that for me, won't you, dear?"

	"Yes, Mom." His voice cracked.

	Ellen patted the top of her son's head and ruffled his hair. She crossed the room, paused at the door, turned, blew him a kiss.

	When she returned to his room a few moments later, she wore sexy black lingerie, a full and flowing nightgown of black satin and lace.

	Her heavy breasts were supported by black satin cups which were skin-tight against her swelling bosom, the nipples jutting against the cups.

	The weight of her fleshy breasts pulled down on the straps which supported the cups, causing the straps of black lace to cut into her smooth white shoulders.

	The gown was sleeveless, so her strong arms were bare. It was tight in the bosom, and low and plunging in the back, displaying most of her broad white back.

	The fabric was free and gauzy, see-through. The lushly curved shape of her body was white, veiled by the flowing masses of see-through fabric.

	The hem of the gown reached her ankles. She wore no panties below the gown, and the dajk bush of her pubic patch was visible.

	The gown rustled and swished as she hurried to her son's bedside.

	Mark sat up in bed like he was in shock. His eyes were wide and staring and his mouth hung open in gaping astonishment.

	He had done as she told him. His pajamas, top and bottom, were hung on the knobbed bedpost. Ellen turned out the light, so the room was intimately dim.

	She got into bed beside him. She took hold of the blankets and sheets before he could think of holding them.

	When she pulled the blankets and sheets, she uncovered him. His limbs were all pink and smooth, naked. She saw his penis and his balls.

	"Mom!" he gasped.

	"Move over, darling, and make room for your mother, or I'll think you don't want me here!" She slid into bed beside him.

	In his first reaction of automatic shock, Mark covered his genitals with his hands. He looked like he might faint.

	She pressed against him, smiling down at the hands that covered his cock and balls. "Who are you hiding from, silly?"

	She took hold of his hands and firmly placed them at his sides, uncovering his cock and balls. He had a dark brown pubic patch. His penis was thick, limp, long ... a most handsomely endowed tool, Ellen thought approvingly.

	"You have nothing to hide from me, young man," she said. "I know what you look like. I'm your mother, and I know all about you!"

	She put her hand on his chest. His tiny pink nipples stiffened as her fingers playfully rubbed and tweaked them.

	Goose bumps rose on his smooth skin as she rubbed his chest and belly.

	"You're a big boy now, Mark. A young man, I should say. It's time that you found out about love, and how to be with a woman."

	She had selected herself as her son's teacher.

	"Don't you find me attractive, Mark?" she teased.

	"Of course I do! I think that you're beautiful, Mom!"

	"Thank you, dear. Now, just relax. I know that this is your first time. There's nothing to be scared of. Just relax and enjoy it."

	"Trust me," she whispered into his ear. "Mother knows best."

	Her breath was warm, tickling him. He squirmed. Ellen nibbled his soft pink ear lobe between her strong white teeth.

	That really made him squirm. He whimpered with wanting.

	Ellen kissed him on the mouth. His teeth were closed. She pressed them with her tongue until he opened his jaws, then she stuck her tongue in his mouth.

	He tasted fresh, clean, unspoiled. His saliva was sweet. His tongue writhed when her tongue rolled over it, rubbing it arousingly.

	Ellen rested her hand on his bare thigh. Mark trembled. She thought that was rather sweet. He was her little cherry boy.

	He gasped when her fondling hand moved from his smooth inner thighs to his genitals. Ellen fingered his cock and balls.

	She toyed with his penis, squeezing it in her long cool fingers, stroking it like it was a fragile little warm-blooded creature.

	She parted his thighs and cupped his balls. They tightened in the sac as they rested on her palm. His cock quivered, jerked.

	Ellen stopped kissing him. He was moaning. She put her hand on the back of his head and pulled his face down to her breasts.

	He moaned happily. He returned to the nourishing breasts of his mother for the first time since he had been weaned from them as an infant.

	The breast cups plumped up her breasts, giving her deep cleavage. The swelling tops rose out of the cups, while her nipples were almost revealed.

	Mark's hot smooth face was engulfed in the warm softness of her bosom. He gasped, almost weeping as he rubbed his heated face against Mom's flesh.

	Ellen, smiling with satisfaction and ever-mounting lust, stroked his shoulders and back.

	Her nipples tingled, puckered, stiffened, became throbbingly erect.

	Her nipples were as fat as thimbles. Her massive breasts were ultra-sensitive. They shivered from the steady throbbing of the nipples.

	Ellen slipped the straps down off her shoulders, then tugged the cups off her breasts, baring them. They tumbled, jigglingly freely in the boy's gasping face.

	Ellen's nipples and the rosettes surrounding them were a dark brown color, which made them stand out even more dramatically against her masses of smooth white skin.

	She pulled Mark's hot moaning face between the fleshy mounds, which pressed his cheeks on either side. Her flesh was naturally perfumed.

	Her hand fondled his penis, feeling the stiffness of his erection. Smiling to herself, she closed her fist around his cock and squeezed.

	"Kiss my titties, honey," she whisperingly urged.

	Mark planted dozens of quick kisses on the mounds of flesh. The boy's initial reluctance was washed away as his natural lustful instincts took over.

	Ellen cupped her breast, soft bosom flesh oozing through her gripping fingers as she raised the stiff nipple to his mouth.

	After he kissed the nipple, she told him to take it in his mouth and suck it. His lips surrounded the nipple, followed by his hot wet mouth.

	Sharp stimulating sensations shot through her as he mouthed her nipple, nibbling it, licking it, sucking it wetly and noisily.

	Saliva wet his mouth and chin as he sucked Mom's big, hard-nippled breast.

	His penis was hot and hard in her stroking hand. She fingered his balls, driving him wild. She eased his mouth away from her breasts at last.

	The lovemaking initiation of her young son was interrupted only for the few sexonds that it took for her to shuck off her gauzy gown.

	The gown was nice, sexy, but nudity was even nicer, and much sexier.

	Mark stared at her. He had never seen a sexually mature adult female in the flesh. His thirsty eyes drank in the vision of her lush, full-figured loveliness.

	She was naked on the bed, his bed, kneeling, her hands on his shoulders, her heavy breasts bobbing under his heated face.

	Between her kneeling legs was the dark black patch of her bush, and the thick, fleshy lips of her pussy....

	She eased him down on his back, so that he was stretched out on the bed.

	"You trust me," she cooed. "Mom knows what's best for her little lover boy. Trust Mom to make her baby feel like heaven!"

	She crawled on the bed, her heavy breasts dangling, her wide plump buttocks rippling, as she moved down to his feet.

	Taking hold of his thin ankles, she pulled his legs apart, then crawled up on the space between them. She reached for his cock.

	"Mom's going to give you a great big kiss!"

	She held his cock upright, holding her hand around it so that the top of the shaft and its swollen head jutted from the top of her fist.

	She lowered her head, pressed her red puckered lips against the cock head.

	She kissed it wetly, making smooching sounds. The cock head throbbed, seeming to swell even wider against her kissing lips.

	Her pink pointed tongue darted out from between those ruby lips.

	She licked the head of Mark's cock, dabbing her tongue tip over the tiny slit in the center of the head.

	She took the cock head between her lips. Mark moaned weakly, then writhed as she rubbed the cock head against the slippery roof of her mouth.

	She pressed her puckered lips against his shaft, holding it just below the arching rim of the cock head, as she slurped and sucked it.

	She took the cock deeper into her mouth, into her throat. She bobbed her head, moving her mouth up and down on his cock head.

	Mark groaned and shook like he was in a fevered delirium of lust. Ellen's saliva coated his cock. The red rod was massaged by the smooth insides of his lust.

	Experienced in the ways of boys and men, Ellen knew that it would not take her son very long to come. That was why she had sucked him off first.

	His hips bumped and ground, shaking and gyrating, instinctively pumping his cock in and out of his mother's mouth.

	His cupcake buttocks were clenched, and his back was arched, lifting his hips off the mattress when he drove his cock deep into Mom's mouth.

	When he was about to come, she took him all the way, stuffing his sock head in the back of her throat, her lips pressing the base of his shaft.

	His cock swelled on her tongue like a hose when the pressure is turned on.

	He came explosively, his uncontrolled cries of ecstasy torn from him with the same violence with which semen was torn from his coming cock.

	Ellen milked him dry, her mouth molded around his member, her tongue cradling the throbbing shaft.

	She swallowed his come eagerly, tasting her boy for the first time. The come slid slowly down her gullet, thick and dripping.

	Mark whimpered as the last convulsions of his orgasm tore through him. He flopped back on the sweat-damp sheets, tension pouring out of him.

	Ellen kept his cock in her mouth for a long time after it had stopped coming. The flow of semen died down to a thin ooze.

	She took his cock out of her mouth at last, sliding her lips up the shaft to suck up any excess semen or saliva.

	She squeezed his cock, which was red, rubbery, flexible, and sticky with semen. A fat drop of come oozed from his cock head and clung there like a liquid pearl.

	Ellen whipped her tongue across it, lapping it up and swallowing it down.

	Mark was dazed and weak as a kitten. Ellen hovered over her boy, cooing to him, stroking him soothingly.

	It had not taken him long to come. But, like other teen boys, while he came quickly, he could get hard again soon after his orgasm.

	Ellen crawled over him on her hands and knees. Her heavy breasts dangled over his face, the nipples throbbing when they grazed his flesh.

	She fed him her nipple and he sucked it. She stroked him and teased him until his penis was once more thickly erect.

	She straddled his lean hips. She had bigger bones than he did, and weighed more. It gave her a feeling of power and mastery to be physically bigger than her boy.

	She was wet inside her pussy. Straddling him, she rubbed his cock head up and down her pussy lips, massaging sexual heat into the labia.

	His cock was red, hard, arousing. She ached to have it fill her.

	She pressed the tip of the cock against her slit, prying open the fleshy pussy lips, peeling them back to expose precious pink membranes.

	She stuffed the cock head inside her. He was young, yes, but most well endowed and the thickness of his hard young cock pleased her immensely.

	She lowered herself down on the rod, taking it deep, sighing as it filled her.

	Mark sighed and shook as his cock, so stiff that it shook with soreness, was engulfed by the wet heat and slippery silk of his mother's pussy.

	When he was in her, she rode him. She rocked back and forth, a horsewoman in the saddle, surging so his cock slid stimulatingly inside her.

	Mark's thin long legs thrashed. In his excitement he drummed his heels against the mattress, kicking wildly, crying with delight.

	Since they were alone in the house, Ellen didn't care how loud his cries were. In fact, the louder he got, the more pleased she was.

	He was able to thrust much longer this time than the first time. He moved under her, working his cock inside her, thrusting.

	She sat upright on his cock then leaned forward, so that her dangling breasts lightly slapped his gasping face as she shook her hips with wild abandon.

	His cock pumped in and out of her pussy. Her pussy lips were wet with secretions which had oozed from inside her slit.

	She rode faster and faster until she came. She was shaking on top of him when he came, his thin legs thrashing.

	Later, they rested for a long time in bed.

	The morning faded into noon, and the day dreamily drifted by in a haze of sex.

	Early in the afternoon, mother and son shared a shower.

	They were close in the shower stall, enclosed by three tiled walls and a glass sliding shower door. Spray and steam jetted in the stall.

	Ellen's white body was pink and tingling under the needle-fine shower spray. Her smooth flesh was sleek and glossy with water streaming over it.

	The stimulation of the spray made her nipples stand out stiffly. Mark was equally sleek from the shower, and sparks flew whenever the mother and son brushed against each other.

	Ellen stood out of the direct spray of the shower and had her son soap her up.

	Mark's eager hands trembled as he lather up the soap bar into masses of rich frothy foam. He smeared both handfuls of soap on her breasts.

	The soap oiled her flesh, and the masses of her breasts slid and slipped through his hands. He rubbed the white bubbling lather on her bosom.

	Her hard brown nipples jutted out from masses of white foam.

	She took the soap from him, worked up a lather in her palms, and took hold of Ins cock, which jumped from limp thickness to a stiff erection.

	Mark, dazed with lust, leaned against the tiled wall for support. His red rod jutted thickly from his hips, while Ellen's soapy hands glided up and down the shaft.

	Ellen took hold of his cock and guided him under the spray, where the streaming water rinsed him. When the soap was gone, his erection remained.

	Ellen had a cure for that.

	She stood with her back in a corner of the shower stall. Her legs were spread, and her feet were braced against the opposite wall, for balance.

	She gripped his lean hips and pulled him to her, his erection sticking out like the lance of a charging knight.

	He stood between her spread legs, his cock brushing her wet smooth thighs. She gripped his cock and guided the red swollen head to her slit.

	She took it inside her, then hugged him, pulling him to her, her breasts flattening against his chest, excess bosom flesh oozing to the sides.

	He leaned into her, his cock sliding up inside her. Ellen's broad wet back slapped the tiled wall as she rocked to meet the thrusts.

	His cupcake buttocks were taut and tense. His belly slapped hers, his hips pounded her lushly padded womanly hips as he worked out.

	She embraced him, reaching down to cup his buttocks in both hands, her fingers sinking into the flesh, urging him to more forceful thrusts.

	He worked like a machine, pumping his cock in her. Steam and spray rose up around them, making the shower stall cloudy, swampy, humid.

	His thrusting cock made sucking sounds as it shoved in and out of her sex. He rocked faster and faster, going "Unh! Unh! Unh!" as his cock thrust.

	He shoved deep then came inside her.

	She held him in her fleshy embrace, her pussy engulfing the coming cock, the wetness of her flesh matched by the wetness spurting into her sex.

	Mark's lean hips worked convulsively. He rose up to drive his cock deeper, wringing the last drops of swollen ecstasy from his swollen cock and balls.

	All in all, Ellen was well pleased. Her son was her lover, and when she had finished initiating and instructing him, he would know all there was to know about pleasing a woman!

	She would see that he had lots of chances to practice his lessons, too.
	
	
TO Be Continued
