Chapter 5

Joyce stood at the front door and sighed with relief, then shivered in anticipation. She sighed with relief at the sight of the car, with her husband and daughter in it, disappearing down the street. She shivered in anticipation of Jason, getting a peculiar scratchy feeling between her shoulder blades as if Jason were behind her, staring at her. She resisted the urge to turn around and look, knowing he was upstairs.

She was astonished that somehow she and Jason had managed to handle themselves as if they knew nothing. During dinner last night, and breakfast this morning, she'd been petrified that Jason's restraint would crumble, or that he might accidentally let slip something that would give away their spying. He'd handled himself with a subtlety far beyond his years.

In addition to worrying about what Jason might do, Joyce had had to keep her feelings toward total betrayal under control. She'd managed to behave naturally toward both Paul and Judy despite their treachery.

Now she was waiting for Jason to come down the stairs and remind her of the agreement they'd made the afternoon before. At that time, it had seemed logical and inevitable, the product of their peeping-inspired passions. Today, the idea seemed totally irrational, except when Joyce thought about her husband and daughter; then it seemed fitting. If Paul was replacing her with her daughter she would replace him with his son. It was only logical.

"Hi, Mom," Jason said from behind her, making her jump.

"Hi, Jason," she said, turning. She blanched, the room seeming to spin around her. She steadied herself with one hand on the door. "You're-naked," she said, gulping.

"Sure," Jason agreed, flashing in a nervous grin. "Shouldn't I be?"

Joyce's sense of propriety was offended by his logic, but she didn't let it show. "Yes, of course," she replied, too heartily. "It's just that I wasn't expected it so soon."

"I look good, huh?"

"V ... very," Joyce agreed. Jason was young and trim, brown as a berry except where his bathing suit went. He was young enough that he didn't have any pubic hair yet. His cock was erect, jutting out sharply, pointing straight at her. Joyce felt a shocking surge of excitement at the sight of her son's naked, aroused body. He looked so young, and trim, and clean, and healthy, and-delicious. She felt her insides softening as she contemplated his incredibly innocent sexuality. "You're gorgeous," she whispered, more to herself than to him.

"Shouldn't you get naked?" he asked with youthful directness.

"I ... suppose I should." She glanced at the windows, knowing that anyone could see in. "Let's go downstairs."

She let him lead the way, admiring the straightness of his spine, the easy play of his still-developing muscles under his tan skin. His black hair curled down the back of his neck, making her think of Greek statues she'd seen. There wasn't any baby fat on him. His hips were trim and firm, his shoulders hinting at the broadness that maturity would bring.

In the playroom, Jason turned and faced her expectantly, and Joyce suddenly felt incredibly self-conscious. She bit her Up and started to unbutton her blouse. She wished she hadn't bothered to dress that morning, or at least that she hadn't put on so many clothes.

Her fingers felt like sausages as she dealt with the first few buttons, but slowly her dexterity returned. She avoided looking at her son as she peeled the blouse back, dragging its tails out of the waist of her skirt. She flipped her shirt carelessly away and reached for the zipper at the side of her skirt. As she was running it down, she stepped out of her sandals and kicked them away. The floor felt cold under her bare feet.

Letting the skirt drop around her feet, she picked it up with one foot and threw it after her blouse. She was now down to her bra and panties. Both were utilitarian, not at all sexy, she suddenly realized. She felt clunky. Bending over, she reached awkwardly behind her back for the catch on her bra, unfastened it, and let the straps slide down her arms. She felt her breasts hanging free and knew Jason was staring at them. A casual flip of the wrist sent her bra after her other clothes.

She straightened up and closed her eyes, feeling sweat popping out on her forehead. It was ridiculous! She'd been nude in front of Jason before. It was crazy. But when was the last time she'd been nude in front of him? Surely in the last year ... no, longer than that. Longer than she wanted to contemplate. She suddenly realized just how much of a stick-in-the-mud she had become. The realization stiffened her resolve.

She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and pushed down. She felt more and more of her belly being exposed to his eyes. She felt her pubic hair springing free of the nylon. She felt the lips of her pussy, compressed by the crotch of the panties, loosen as the pressure came off them. She felt her face flame red and bent from her waist, hiding her face as she pushed the panties down her legs, then held them and stepped free. Fighting the blush, she turned away from Jason for a few precious seconds to throw her panties into the corner. There was a big stupid lump in her throat.

She turned to face him, crossing her arm over her breasts, cupping her cunt with her hand like a shy virgin. Then she looked at Jason, and his lack of shame shamed her. She let her arm drop, moved her hand away and stood at attention, her hands at her sides, her fingers fiddling nervously. She sought refuge from her embarrassment by staring at her son.

Jason licked his lips as his eyes flickered here and there over her. She could almost feel his gaze on her skin, first her breasts, then her crotch, then her breasts again. Her belly, her crotch, her face, her crotch. "You're beautiful," he said softly. "Really beautiful." He sounded surprised.

"So are you," Joyce replied, astonished at the tenderness she suddenly felt toward him.

"I'm kinda skinny."

"You're just right," she told him truthfully. "I'm kind of fat."

"You're perfect. Judy's skinny."

"Thank you."

"What do we do now?"

"Why don't you come over here and kiss me?" she suggested gently.

His eyes were riveted on her naked body. Finally he looked at her face. She looked down at him, and couldn't avoid seeing his youthful cock, hard as iron, pointing right into her belly. He wasn't much shorter than her, and it was a shock to realize that in a year he'd be taller than her.

The first touch of his lips was hesitant, shy, almost frightened. Joyce slid her hands around him, feeling the soft smoothness of his skin over his trim frame. She thrilled to the feel of his hands sliding over her smooth skin. She could feel the heat of his body leaping across the scant fraction of an inch separating them. Then her nipples touched his chest and turned into little points of fire that sent tendrils of warmth darting through her. She let her body come slowly against his, feeling her brreasts spread like soft cushions between them. His cock stabbed her low in the belly. She shifted to slide it slowly up between them as their hips mashed together.

His body felt hot against hers: hot, hard and smooth. Their mouths were open now, their tongues exploring, their breaths mingling warmly. His cock was a hard rod pressing into her. She shifted to roll it between them.

Jason was the one that broke the kiss. "Let's get over to the couch."

Joyce let her son guide her over. He did it just the way he'd seen his father escort his sister to the couch. Understanding, Joyce stretched out the way Judy had and smiled at Jason as he sat down even with her hips. Her heart was beating very fast and she could see his pulse throbbing in his throat as he stared down at her.

Jason reached out and stroked her cheek. Joyce closed her eyes, savoring his touch. His hand slid easily down the curve of her throat to one of her breasts, but when he touched it, he jerked his hand back as if he'd been burned. He touched her breast again, hesitantly.

"It's so soft," he whispered.

Joyce was beginning to burn with passion from his youthful explorations. She knew he was totally engrossed in her, and felt incredibly pleased and flattered. It was all so new and exciting for him that it opened new worlds for her, too. Never before had she been so conscious of a touch, of the warmth of someone else's body. Never before had she been so conscious of her own body and her own sexuality. She felt tantalizingly alive.

Jason played with first one breast, then the other. He cupped them in his hand and squeezed, measuring their size and softness. He pushed them gently, shifting them over her ribs. He scrubbed his palm over the nipple, testing its texture. He ran his thumbs over the buds, testing their erectness.

"Did you ... nurse me?" he asked hesitantly.

"Yes," Joyce answered softly.

"Like this?" He bent his head, seeking her nipple with his lips. As he began to suckle on her, she thought she was going to die with pleasure. It wasn't like anything she'd ever felt before in her life.

"Yesss," she hissed as he shifted his attention from one breast to the other. She sank her fingers into the cushion.

"No milk," Jason said, disappointed.

"It's different now," Joyce explained, her voice rusty. "It feels different, too."

"Want me to do it some more?" Jason asked.

"No, not now."

Jason slid his hand down over his mother's stomach, pausing to dip a finger into her navel. Then he slid his hand lower and his fingers combed through her pubic hair. Joyce let her legs fall open, let a foot drop to the floor the way Judy had. One of Jason's fingers slid between the lips of her pussy, and her body writhed in response.

Jason stopped. "Did I hurt you?"

"No," Joyce whispered. "It felt good. Do it some more."

"This?" Jason's finger moved again.

"Yes," Joyce hissed. She slid her hand over to Jason's lap and found his cock. She wrapped her hand around it and was startled by its size. She'd expected it to be smaller. It wasn't as large as Paul, but it was larger than she'd expected, and harder, and hotter. She stroked it lovingly, smearing his juices over it, making a sticky coating.

Jason had his finger buried in her pussy now, and she was drowning it with a flood of juices. His palm cupped her mound, putting warm pressure on her clitoral area.

"You want to ... put it in me?" she asked.

"Yeah," Jason sighed, breathlessly eager.

"Come on," Joyce said softly, spreading her arms in welcome to her son.

There was a moment of awkwardness; then he was settling between her thighs. She reached down and guided his cock into her pussy as he pushed impatiently.

"Slowly," she cautioned.

"Sorry," he apologized, backing away.

Joyce cupped his firm buttocks in her hands and guided him, showing him how to stroke his cock into her gradually, pumping it deeper and deeper with each stroke. His arms were under hers, his fingers gripping her shoulders. He felt surprisingly light as her breasts were mashed between them.

He pumped his way deeper and deeper and deeper into her, and Joyce's excitement grew and grew and grew. He felt so good inside her! There was something about him that was so good and young and wonderful, like nothing she'd ever felt before.

"Jeezus, something's happening," Jason wheezed.

"Let it happen," Joyce said happily. She hadn't expected to come this time. "Just let it happen."

"Jeezus. Oh, Jeezus." Jason began to move faster and faster; then suddenly he was jerking inside her, pumping incredibly copious jets of thick cum into his mother's cunt.

Joyce held onto him, held him tight in her pussy as she milked his sperm out of him. She didn't come, but her pleasure at his coming more than made up for it. She just felt incredibly good about the whole thing, and knew her time would come soon.

It took a long, long time for Jason's climax to fade away. When it did, he just lay there, his cock still in her. "Jeezus," he sighed. "Oh, wow!"

"Like that?" she asked.

"That was super!"

"Easy," Joyce cautioned, holding him so he didn't slip out of her. He was still half-hard. "You okay, Mom?"

"I'm fine," she assured him. "Want to know what happened?"

Jason looked puzzled; then his face cleared. "I ... uh ... came, didn't I?"

"It's also known as an orgasm, or a climax."

"And what we did is screwing, huh?"

"The fancy name for it is 'intercourse'. It's also called several other things. Like 'fucking'," Joyce added, deciding to use the word.

"Oh!" Comprehension dawned on Jason's face; then he frowned. "But you're my mother."

"So?"

"So, doesn't that make me a mother-fucker?" Joyce thought this over. "I guess it does."

"Gosh, that's awful," Jason gasped. "Is it?"

"I thought it was," Jason amended. "It's about the worst thing you can call a guy."

"Maybe that's because of the other guys' mothers," Joyce suggested.

Jason thought this over, then smiled. "Considering some of their mothers, I guess you're right." He moved his hips, sliding his cock deeply into her.

"Oh, my," Joyce sighed. "Do that again."

"This?" Jason slid his cock out, then in again. "Oh, wow!" Joyce gasped. "You're ready to go again."

"Sure, aren't you?"

"Sure," Joyce assured him. "But then, I didn't come the first time."

"You didn't?" Jason seemed disappointed.

"I didn't expect to. I knew it was your first time and that you'd come pretty fast. I'll come now all right, because we can do it longer. It takes women longer to come than it does men."

"Oh." Jason resumed a steady, even pumping, his cock swelling and rapidly regaining its lost bulk. "Am I doing it right?"

"You sure are!" Joyce was floating on a bubbling cloud of pleasure from the feeling of her son's cock sliding along the walls of her cunt. She tickled her fingers over his smooth back as she savored the feeling of his weight on her, his cock in her. She felt as if the years were dropping away from her as she rose higher and higher and higher.

Jason was hardly panting. His superb young body seemed to have endless reserves of stamina, that let him go and go and go and go.

"Oh, Jeez that feels good," he groaned happily. "Jeezus, it feels wonderful! I could keep doing this forever."

"Oh yes," Joyce urged. "Let's just go and go and go forever. If you feel yourself getting close to it, stop, so we can make it last as long as possible." This was something she'd always wanted Paul to do, but had never asked him.

Joyce's pussy was a sheath of fire as Jason's cock slid in and out of it. Joyce felt as if she were burning up. She forced her thighs wider so he could get into her even further. His pace speeded up a bit, and Joyce soared up and up; then it was breaking over her like a wave. She grabbed his ass and held him tight against her while her climax roared and thundered through her. His pubic bone ground against hers, squeezing her clitoris between them. She wriggled her hips to improve the sensation. Her coming faded slowly.

"I came," she told him softly. "Oh, God, did I come!"

"I didn't," Jason whispered tensely. "What about me?"

"Don't worry; you'll come again, and so will I. I can come lots of times to your one or two."

"That's not fair," Jason complained.

Joyce chuckled softly. "Maybe not, but it's the way it is. Now, you'd better start moving again."

"Oh." Jason became aware of his sagging erection and began sliding his cock in and out of his mother again. His cock quickly regained its former stiffness and size, until it filled her cunt again.

Joyce suddenly realized this was a homecoming for her son. He was in the same channel that had given him birth! The thought increased her pleasure immensely. "Oh, go to it," she urged him.

"And how," he agreed, pistoning his shaft in and out of her faster and harder. "It feels so good. Oh, Jeezus, it feels so good I don't believe it."

Joyce was soaring upward to another orgasm, and let this one wash over her without interrupting Jason's pumping. As a result the climax had a pulsating quality, advancing and receding with his strokes until Joyce felt battered and helpless in its wild grasp. She didn't even feel the shaft sliding in and out of her now; all she knew was the fantastic pleasure of her coming, as if she were being dipped in a huge vat of pure feeling, feeling that soaked into her clear to the bone, softening even them into a puddle of helpless lust.

Joyce felt like the pulsing heart of a variable star. But it couldn't last. Her climax began to fade slowly, dying away, leaving her feeling disappointed and empty. Suddenly Jason rammed into her with brutal force and she felt the muscles in his body straining insanely. The shock of his impact with her was enough to send her rocketing back upward, past even her previous peak to a new, unbelievable level of pleasure. She wrapped her arms around him tightly and pulled on him as if she were trying to stuff him back inside the birth canal. She felt him pouring his second load of juice into her already streaming pussy.

Jerking and quivering like a fish on the end of a line, Jason spasmed a copious load of cum into his mother, and she accepted it with all the eagerness of a thirsty pilgrim. She was drowning in her son's cum for a long, endless time. And then it was all fading, dying away.

This time she felt full and satisfied and complete. She lay under her son and felt his cock slowly shrinking inside her and didn't mourn its withering. She savored instead the fullness of her cunt and her heart. She felt stuffed with cum. She hadn't felt so full of semen since her honeymoon, she decided.

"Man, oh, man, was that super," Jason sighed, pushing up off of her.

"Right on," Joyce agreed.

"Aw, Mom, that doesn't sound right coming from you," Jason snorted. "I know it." Joyce giggled.

Jason slid down to sit on the floor next to the couch, one warm hand on her thigh. He looked her nude body over curiously. "You're all pink," he pointed out. "But I guess it's going away."

"The flush of a satisfied woman," Joyce purred.

"Was I really good?" Jason asked.

"Really good."

"As good as Dad?"

"Better," Joyce answered without hesitation. "Gee!" Jason seemed flattered. "Better than Dad."

"But that's not all there is to fucking."

"It isn't?"

"Huh-uh." Joyce rolled her head. "There's lots, lots more."

"Like what?"

Joyce was pleased with his willingness to learn. Here was a young, eager, pliable body she could train in the ways of love. "Oh, like petting a woman, the places to touch her, and stuff."

"Show me," Jason said eagerly.

Joyce smiled. His innocence and eagerness banished any shyness she might have felt. "You haven't really looked at me down there," she pointed out.

"Oh." Jason turned his attention to her pussy. "What am I supposed to see?"

Joyce stared dreamily up at the ceiling, a peculiar excitement swarming through her veins. "Can you find where you put your cock into me?"

She felt Jason's fingers on her pussy, spreading her labia open as he inspected her. "Here," he said, touching the opening of her cunt.

"How can you tell?" Joyce managed to ask steadily, in spite of her renewed excitement.

"There's a big opening, and it's full of creamy stuff."

"That's cum," Joyce explained. "Is that what I put in you?" Jason asked. "Most if it's yours; some of it's mine."

"What is it?"

Joyce tried to think of a good way to answer his question. "That's what you put into a girl to make her have a baby."

"Are you going to have a baby now?"

Joyce smiled. "No. I'm taking birth control pills. I don't want a baby just now, thank you."

"Oh." Jason seemed relieved at this.

"But if you fucked a girl and she wasn't careful like I am, she'd get pregnant," Joyce added.

"What about Judy?" Jason asked. "Can she get pregnant?"

"I hope not," Joyce answered. "I don't know."

"What if she does?"

Joyce shook her head. "I don't know. What else do you see down there?" she asked, changing the subject.

"There's a lot of folds of pink skin," Jason announced. "And a little hole just above the big one."

"That's where I ... uh ... pee," Joyce explained.

"And above that there's a sort of bumpy thing," Jason went on. He touched it and Joyce jumped. "That's my clitoris."

"How come you jumped like that?" Jason asked, touching it again.

Joyce waited for her nerves to settle down. "Because it feels very, very good."

"This does?"

"Oh, wow! Yes. Now stop it." Joyce was exhausted, and somehow it felt too good.

"What's your clitoris for?" Jason asked, struggling with the word.

"For feeling good," Joyce explained. "If you want to get a woman excited, you pet here there with your finger, or something."

"What would you use besides your finger?"

"Oh, maybe your tongue?" Joyce's voice shook at the thought.

"My tongue? Really?"

"We'll try it someday," Joyce assured him.

"You mean, we're going to do this again?"

"Why not?"

"What about Dad and Judy?"

"They've got each other."

"This is super," Jason said. "Wait 'til I tell the guys about this!"

Joyce's blood chilled instantly. "I don't think that's a good idea," she said carefully.

"Why not?"

"They might not understand. It's not the kind of thing you talk about. Let's just keep it our special secret."

"I can't tell anyone?" Jason asked, crestfallen.

"Not right now. Maybe someday, but not right now."

"But I'd like the guys to try it, too," Jason pointed out.

"That's very ... generous of you," Joyce gulped. "But wouldn't you be jealous?"

"I don't think so," Jason answered. "I'm not jealous of Dad."

Joyce thought of having her son's friends, and a weird, totally unexpected, wave of excitement ripped through her. The thought of having a teen-age harem of her own made her blood boil. "Maybe we can work something out," she said softly, thoughtfully. "But we'll have to be very careful. Not everyone approves of sex. Especially with your own mother," she added silently.

"But it's such fun," Jason observed.

"Some people don't think so," she explained, remembering how she had felt about sex at one time. "Now let's go take a shower, shall we?"

"Together?"

"Of course, together," she said, managing to sit up in spite of her exhaustion. "Oh, boy."

Joyce tried to seem as fresh as her son as she climbed the stairs after him. She ached, deliciously.