Tension [detyyrkoonox]

[Lorence]

It's senior year. Time to party!

If you like parties, that is.

Unfortunately for Ben, he did not like parties. Too many people, too much commotion. Stuffed into too small a space. Made him anxious and uncomfortable. Why had he even come to such an event if it made him feel this way? Well, it was more for his mother's sake than his own. He spent so much time inside, in his room. It wasn't healthy to be shut in all the time. Not that he could really help it, what with his inability to function on the same level as other people. Social norms were lost on him. He didn't understand their humor, or anything they found entertaining. He had made it through school on his attractiveness alone. His above average height, dark hair, and somewhat bulky physique, due to his hobby of weightlifting, which he enjoyed mostly because he could do it alone. He was thankful for the shallowness of your average high school female.

"Come on, Ben," came a voice. "Dance!" It was Stella Connor, one of the just-pretty-enough-to-matter girls. Every school had this girl. The one who made up for her average looks with "personality" and far too much make-up, and alchohol. Lots of it. Ben was fairly sure that she was drunk already, even though she didn't look it. He wondered if he was jumping to conclusions as he was dragged out of his seat and into the center of the living room. He tried to catch a good look at her face as she flailed about before him. She pressed up against his front, and came far too close. Ben pushed her away. The poor girl went bowling over the coffee table behind her and crumpled to the floor. He assumed that his first inclination had been correct.

There was an angry man in his face. One of the few students larger than he was. He was yelling obscenities and shoving Ben, as the smaller young man tried to back away, adverse to the loud buffoon in his face. They were outside a moment later, in the front yard. Ben did not remember passing through the door. Or anything after he hit thr ground..

 

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She hadn't had the time to be by herself for quite some time. Sure, with her son holed up in his room, one could consider that being alone, when he rarely came out unless he found an urge to get something to eat. That wasn't necessarily the case, as she had no problem with her son's keeping to himself, as sometimes it could be as a safe thing to do rather than get mixed up with the wrong crowd. Ben wasn't a social person, not that she had raised him in such a way, he had merely always been shy, and apparently that carried over in a teenage term as not being social and not caring for other people's conversation or interaction. Again, that was fine, because it was nothing big to stress over as a single parent. There were bigger things to stress over, and overreact to, to say the very least. The woman divorced her husband a mere ten years ago, making her son rather young as most divorces happened when a child was young, the custody hadn't been a difficult battle.

Her ex husband simply sent his child support and lived his life, only occasionally coming around for visits and to examine the fact that his wife was still the fine piece of work she had been when they first met. Ben's mother, considerably, had and probably always would be the classification of a 'bombshell', honey blonde locks of hair often in its natural, loosely curled state now sat piled on top of her head and held by a system of three bobby pins. Bubbles wrapped around her frame as she sat in the warm water, it wasn't often that she enjoyed the hot tub features of her bathtub, more often being an on the go sort of woman and taking showers, green eyes closing slightly as she sank just a bit further down into the water.

Samaire's night had consisted of dressing up in lingere she had kept in the back of her closet, just to see if she could still fit it of course. She felt sexy for once in a long, long time, and quite frankly, it had gotten her worked up, eyes glancing off to the side of the large bathroom to see that very same lingere tossed about the floor; Red and black. Sensual colors. Breathing out gently, the curvy framed woman's body seemed to be outlined by the bubbles, hand swatting a few from getting close to her face as she enjoyed her 'me' time.

 

[Lorence]

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Ben awoke roughly fifteen minutes later, according to his watch. Which he put his faith in, as he hadn't any sense of time at the moment. He was still quite groggy and disoriented from whatever had knocked him the fuck out. He wondered why nobody had thought to check if he was okay. He didn't remember the drunken girl, so it never occurred to him that they had turned against him. He simply assumed that they had thought he had gotten drunk and passed out. He wasn't the only person laying prone in the front yard, after all. This is a high school graduation party we're talking about here.

Ben slowly rose to his feet, brushed his shirt and pants clean. Looking back toward the house, he decided to head back. It wasn't even past nine yet, but he had no desire to stay. The music was only making the ache in his head worse, and he pined for the solitude of his room. With this in mind, he started down the driveway to the road, which he would follow down to where he had parked his mother's Volvo. He opened the door and dropped unceremoniously into the driver's seat. For a moment, he sat there, gathering the shattered fragments of the last half hour. The memories were still vague and cloudy. Ben gave up, shoved the key into the ignition, and brought the car to life.

The drive home would be a short one. Thankfully. He lived in the next neighborhood over, and only had to cross one major road. This greatly reduced the danger in driving in the state he was in, but did not cancel it out. As such, Ben drove carefully, as close to the speed limit as possible. Which was a sensible 15 MPH. It was only a few minutes before Ben carefully coasted into the driveway of his two story suburban home. After parking he took another moment to compose himself and make sure that he was not bleeding, then stepped out of the car and made his way up the walkway to the front door of his home. It was unlocked, so he made his way in, trying his best to act as though nothing were amiss as he made his way up the stairs toward his room.

 

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The bath was soothing her muscles, leaving her with a soft, relaxed sigh as she enjoyed it as best she could. Of course there was a part of her that wondered if her son was having fun at the party she had told him he could go to, having heard about it easily through the neighborhood and mentioning it to Ben. She had taken note of the reluctance to go in his voice, but in handing him the keys to her car, he had gotten dressed and gone without any disagreement, or rather any verbal disagreement. Standing carefully from the tub, she would absolutely hate to get too comfortable to the point of her skin getting wrinkled, the woman wrapping herself in a towel before moving to pick her lingere up from the floor.

If she timed this right, she could have all of these items washed by the time Ben got home. Nodding to herself and adjusting the towel that held onto her curvy frame, the woman moved from her bathroom and out into the hallway, feet moving quickly only to nearly jump out of her skin when she saw the figure of her son. Christ he's big. Mentally shaking her head, the woman blinked several times, looking at the clock at the end of the hallway before stating, " Didn't you just leave the house? " She could have sworn he did. Moving to carefully turn the hallway light on, her eyes grew wide as she looked at his face, " Ben! What happened to your face? " The evident swelling on his face showed he had obviously been in some sort of altercation, disregarding the fact that she was in a towel and holding her underwear in her hands as she moved toward him to examine his face.

 

[Lorence]

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Ben didn't seem to have notice the nasty scrape running down his cheek. The pain in his skull was probably overriding it, or maybe the two were melding. Or maybe he just didn't notice because he had been in such a rush to get home. But, whatever the reason, it was clear that he had failed in his quest to get up to his room without being seen, and without alarming his poor mother. The last thing she needed was this stress.

"Mom, I'm fine-" he said, "What is that?" He gestured at the lingerie she held in her hand as she examined the damage he had done to himself. He jerked away, stepped back, and his head tilted as he took a good look at what she was carrying. He was fairly certain that it was lingerie. The sort of thing that she would buy at Victoria's Secret or somewhere of that sort. But why? Ben was perplexed as to what she was doing with it. Then, he added the towel she wore into the equation, and an answer revealed itself quickly.

"Mom, are you.. with someone?" He was not aware that she had begun dating again. Of course, he supported her in this decision. She needed to get out some as much as he did. She was his mother after all. She was where he had gotten that introverted personality.

 

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Blinking softly again as she hadn't expected him to pay any mind to what she was holding in her hands, the woman now found that she hated how early he had come home. Or maybe how long she had spent in that bath tub. " None of your business Ben. " Arms folding over her chest and easily tucking the underwear away from plain view between her arms, mentally knowing that could be seen as both a harsh and a defensive response, shaking her head again when he asked if she was with someone. I wish. It wasn't that she couldn't easily be with a man, it was a matter of her tastes. According to her friends, she was too picky, but according to her, a criminal record didn't equal a man she was ever going to be interested in.

Rolling her eyes lightly at the thought, the woman let her eyes move back to her son as she shook her head at his question, " No, I'm not with someone. " Now however, her motherly instincts were kicking in expertly, " Go downstairs and put something cold on your face, " Blinking softly, the woman tilted her head before adding, " Now. " God. Her son had just caught her holding lingere. Thank God he hadn't caught her wearing it, shooing him down the stairs and toward the kitchen as she made her way to the laundry room. Starting up the washing machine, the woman set her clothes inside the machine before moving back toward the kitchen, " Now what happened? "

 

[Lorence]

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Ben tried his damndest to not think of his mother in that teddy as he made his way downstairs and into the garage. There, he found the large basin his father used to use when he would clean the fish he'd caught every Sunday evening. Nowadays it was used for vomiting or bleaching and stuff like that. Ben turned the knob above the faucet to let loose a torrent of cool water. The youth brought handfuls of the water to his cheek, wiping away the blood caked to that area, revealing the throbbing scrape that had been hidden there. Once he noticed it, Ben suddenly felt the pain which radiated from it. His hand covered it and he sucked in a breath. It was a lot worse that he had realized a moment ago. He would have to clean it up some, lest an infection rear it's ugly head.

Ben departed, and made his way into the kitchen. Once there, he fetched a paper towel and used it to gently dab his scrap dry. As he did this, he would be confronted by his mother. Still dressed in just a towel. He could make out her perfect frame in it. The soft curve of her waist to her hips. Oh, those hips. He could not help but salivate at the thought of run his hands over those perfect hips. Cupping her perfect ass, and breasts, and cheeks. To bring a smile to that cherub face of hers. Thankfully, Ben was facing the sink as these thoughts ran through his head, as it brought his manhood to life. Pressing painfully against the inside of his jeans. He chastised himself.

He couldn't really be -that- depraved, could he? Ben had always known he was different, but this was a little extreme..

"I fell," he replied, into the window before him. He wadded up the paper towel in his hand and turned his back to his mother so he could toss it into the trash bin. For all he knew, it was true. He still couldn't remember what exactly had happened earlier this evening.

 

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Reaching beneath the cabinet, the blonde found herself searching for the first aid kit, glancing up when he returned to the kitchen from being out in the garage and attempting to clean a bit of his face. Finding the red bag, the female pulled it up from beneath the sink and moving to set it down on an empty counter top as he carefully wiped away the remaining blood spots from his face. Samaire would absolutely hate to think that her son had gotten into a fight, mentally finding that it apparently hadn't won, deciding that obviously all that weight lifting he had done didn't necessarily do anything for him. The pretty eyed woman looked to her son when he said he had fell, hands finding themselves settling down against her hips as she moved to find a chair, pulling it from the kitchen and taking his hand gently, " Sit down so I can check your face. "

She didn't believe that 'I fell' story, although it could easily explain how he got home so fast, carefully picking out the neosporin once he sat down, she smoothed it over his face gently before speaking again, " Your first party ever and you fell. " Shaking her head, Samaire looked down at him as she moved to get the only large bandaid she could find in the pack, using her thumb to lightly rub in the neosporin and not add to much pressure to the scar on his face, " Did you at least have some fun? " He probably didn't, unwrapping the bandaid and gently pressing it over his car, unnoticing to the growing tent he had in his pants as she gave a soft kiss to the bandage; He might be as big as he was, but he was still her son, " All better. "

 

[Lorence]

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Ben sat, and allowed his mother to nurse his wounds.

"Not really," he lamented, in a dull voice. It had been as droll as he had forseen. Just a bunch of dumb jocks and bimbos partying like the upper class trash they were. Ben would have given anything to skip this event, but, as mentioned before, his mother had put her foot down. One of the very few times she had ever needed to do so.

His mother now applied the bandage. She was close now. He inhaled, taking in her scent. She smelt so clean. Like a woman should smell. He could smell the fruit medley that wafted off her honey mane. He raised his leg and laid his ankle upon the opposite knee. He had to hide his growing erection. He had to get away from her, until he could sort out just what the hell is going on here. He knew there was something wrong with him. He just needed some time to sort it out. The longer he stayed out here, so very, very close to his nude (for all intents and purposes, as that towel didn't leave much to the imagination) mother.

"Are you done yet?" Ben asked, impatiently. "I want to go lay down." From here, he would try to somehow raise from his chair and turn away from her at the same time, so as to prevent her from noticing the bulge in his pants.

 

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With the quick response he gave to stating that he hadn't had any fun at the party, a faint sigh was found coming from her mouth, looking down at him again before asking, " Did you even try to have fun Ben? " Of course he hadn't. She had a mental image of her son now, sitting down on the couch drinking a soda, watching everyone else dance and have fun. Raising a brow just slightly as he asked if she was finished, the woman took a short step back when he stated he wanted to go lay down, looking over his face and mentally noticing that he was acting a bit jittery. Looking over him for a moment, the woman raised a brow just slightly when she could have sworn she noticed something going on with his pants, noting that they looked a bit snug in his crotch. Huh. Shaking her head lightly, she moved the chair back to the table before moving upstairs and into her bedroom, closing the door behind her silently.

Samaire truthfully wondered what was going on with her son, though as she pulled the towel away from her frame and pulled a loose t - shirt over her frame, a pair of black boy shorts being pulled on as well. She figured by now, Ben was off into his cave of a room and wouldn't be out to do anything other than mope about his broken up face, moving with her barefeet until she was downstairs, turning into the laundry room and tilting her head softly, " Ben, " Pausing, she moved carefully to see what he was doing, " What are you doing with my underwear? "

 

[Lorence]

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Ben looked up, paled.

He gone up to his room. But, as much as he wanted, he could not shake the image of his mother in that lingerie. It was glued to the poor boy's corneas. After just a few moments of restlessness and pacing, Ben gave up on trying to resist. He made his way to the laundry room. He was thankful of his mother's forgetfulness. She had once again forgot to turn on the washing machine after putting her clothes in. Reached in, found the lingerie, and fished them out.

His mother walked in as he was bringing them to his face, to inhale her scent once again. He could smell her on the teddy still as he pulled away to look at his mother. There was a terse silence. There was no way he could explain what he was doing without upsetting her.

"I, uh.." Ben stammered.

 

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The question of what he had been doing with her underwear was becoming more and more known in the expression on her face, however she noticed as he held it clenched in his hands. Had he been. . Yes, he had only a few seconds ago been inhaling the scent of her underwear, mentally questioning just why in the world he was doing such a thing? Had she stunned him from being wrapped in a towel? Had she done so by holding her lingere in her hands earlier? Apparently she had, eyes moving over him lightly as he stumbled over his words, noting how he didn't let go of her underwear all the same. " You. . Were sniffing my underwear? " It was an evidently confusing situation, though with a soft blink at her rhetorical question, she moved carefully within the stiff silence, looking down at his hands.

" Is there something you want to mention or explain as to why? " Of course this was an intense situation for anyone, more specifically when you were a mother, her eyes roaming over his face as she folded her arms beneath her chest. She supposed there was no real reason to be mad at him, carefully prying the teddy from his grasp before raising a brow slightly. Maybe he was only looking at it to know what to buy for a girl? Please, who was she kidding. " You could have asked. " Instead of looking like a big weirdo holding his mother's underwear like his life depended on it.

 

[Lorence]

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Ben was frozen in time. He didn't really have an explanation. Well, actually, he did, but she wouldn't want to hear it. He doubted any mother would want to hear that her son wanted to smell her scent on her underwear. The young man remained frozen and silent for a while, it seemed like. It was one of those moments where an entire eternity seemed to pass by in the span of just a moment. Ben's mind scrambled for a way out, but it would ultimately fairl. It was clear that there was no way out for the youth. Slowly, Ben let the teddy fall from his face. His eyes never rose to meet those of his mother. He just could not bring himself to make eyecontact after what had just occurred. Eventually, though, he would find the strength to speak.

"I, uh.. I was just wondering what you were doing with this," Ben finally choked out. "If you're not with anyone, then what is it for?" He hoped this reversal would buy him some time, and perhaps help him escape this situation. He was not about to hold his breath, though. This is the sort of thing that one does not easily forget.

 

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Though she was still surprised, she wasn't as stunned as she was before, arms folded beneath her heavy bust as she remained still and waiting for something of an answer. Perking a brow upwards when he stated that he was simply wondering what she was doing with them, as though it were any of his business that his mother had lingere in her closet, her eyes blinked softly when he attempted to turn the tables on her. Alright, this situation was going to get nothing but awkward, picking up the remains of her clothing and pushing them into the washing machine, turning it on silently before looking over her shoulder at him, " Am I not allowed to wear lingere Ben? " She asked, curious as to what his answer was, though once the machine began to run, she set her hands on her hips now.

" Don't change the subject. Why were you smelling my underwear? " Now if he had done it for the reasons she thought he was, and she was pretty sure the reasons were obvious due to him being so baffled, and that odd erection she had noticed earlier from being so close to him. Was her son getting aroused because of her? Was she the reason he was down here inhaling her scent? Though it was, oddly, flattering, it was still something that needed to be asked. " Are you getting off by doing that? " And there was the golden question, eyes staring him down as she awaited an answer.

 

[Lorence]

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Ben's continued silence would provide his mother with her answer. Indeed, her smell on the underwear enticed him. It was clear if one would just take one quick glance down at his pants. Bennett could not hide his shame, so he simply gave in. There was no getting out of this.

"I want to see you in it," Ben said, abruptly. "And I know you want to be seen in it." He hadn't seen her so much as look at a man since he was seven years old. Surely she was pining to feel like a woman again if she felt the need to put the garment on in the first place. Ben could give her the attention she wanted, even if it was taboo for him to do so. He didn't care about that taboo, though. He wanted his mother. He wanted to make her his, to make her happy.
He would sate his own needs, as well. Ben didn't want a girlfriend or anything. No girl understood him as well as his own mother. She was the only person he could truly relate to. This made her special. Very, very special. A person he could not do without.

 

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With the reminder of what had happened earlier in the kitchen, Samaire knew the risk of looking over her son again to find that he was gaining a tent in his pants. Though she knew she shouldn't, there was a silent and hushed part of her that found it flattering even when knowing it shouldn't be; He was her son and that was that. She had given birth to him and watched him grow into the handsome young man that he was today, even if he was socially inept and apparently got portions of that from the way she was. Sure, she missed going out and having dates with men, but she had given that time to raising him because she cared. . Maybe she cared more than she thought, to the point that her mind was starting to whir over possibilities now. It would be a lot easier to let him experience his firsts with me, rather than some easy teenage tramp. Blinking softly from her thoughts, her eyes looked up to him when he spoke and shattered the awkward silence between them, noticably surprised by his blurted out words.

Obviously, she could sense the fact that he was trying, or rather that he wanted, to take care of her in ways that she hadn't been taken care of in a while. Smiling ever so softly, Samaire gently set her hands on either side of his face before speaking again, " You don't know what you're talking about. " And if he did, well he had an easy opportunity to show that he was in fact sure of what he was talking about.

 

[Lorence]

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There it is. She put her soft hands on his face and smiled that angelic smile of hers. It was her way of calming him. When he was upset, it was the only way to calm him. It never failed to untie the knots in his stomach. If it weren't for this, he probably would never have survived high school. Or the SATs, and the like. But this time, it only encouraged him, rather than the opposite (and desired) effect. The young man reached out and laid his hands on her hips, in a way that a son would not normally touch his mother. The hardness in his pants did not wane. Neither did his expression, and the determined look in his eyes. He took hold of her t-shirt.

"You need this, mom," he said again, egging her on. "I need this."

 

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She could see the falter of his expression as she held his face in her hands, though obviously he was dead serious about what he had said earlier. Glancing down for a moment as he gripped her shirt, somewhat pulling him forward at the same time and causing her to notice the bulge in his pants, obviously figuring out that she had been the cause of such a thing, her pretty eyes wandering over his face again. " I- " Samaire knew she couldn't particularly deny her son, especially for something that she was going over and making sense with in her head, something that she knew that no other woman would have to go through with their son. But Ben wasn't their son, he was hers, and she loved him deeply, again noting the determined and quite frankly stubborn look in his eyes, biting her bottom lip gently before murmuring, " Alright Bennett. Alright. "

Thumbs gently moving over his cheekbones, she could easily admit in her mind that she needed the attention that she hadn't had in so long, nevermind the fact that it was her son. Yes, nevermind that completely.

 

[Lorence]

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Ben sucked in a breath. He pulled up in his mother's shirt, bringing it up over her head. Her breasts would be revealed slowly, if she allowed him to do so. If she did, the shirt would be thrown aside and Ben would stare down at his mom's large breasts. Ben leaned forward, one hand cupping the back of her neck as his lips met hers in a deep kiss, and a hand took a handful of her breast. He did not hesitate in taking her in this way. It was clear that this is what he wanted, what he needed.

 

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Moving her hands gently from his face as he pulled her shirt up and over her head, the female closed her eyes for a moment before looking up at him as he easily exposed her full bust. Judging by the expression on his face, he was well satisfied with what he saw, tilting her head upward as his hand found itself on the back of her neck, her lips warmly moving against his. There were parts of Samaire telling her that this was wrong, no matter how much she loved her son, though there was obviously more than just those parts, uncaring and keeping her in his grasp. Hands gently grazing over his broad shoulders, a soft inhale of breath was taken as he gripped one of her breasts, carefully breathing out against his lips, " Bennett. " Just by the way he was touching her already, the older woman wasn't necessarily saying his name to make him stop, but to let him know to keep going.

 

[Lorence]

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Despite the size of her breast, he was still able to get his fingers around the globe. Supporting it's weight in his palm as his tongue invaded his mother's mouth, with the intent of meeting hers. This was probably sloppy and juvenile, as Ben hadn't the slightest idea of how to do this right. He was more or less copying what he had seen in movies and television. Which did not do him much good. But when she moaned his name, Ben was pushed past the point of no return, and the kiss broke. For a moment, he simply stared into her eyes in disbelief. Was this really happening? Or had he simply fallen asleep when he had gone up to his room earlier? He didn't know, or care.

His large hands found her shoulders, and he turned her around forcefully. They then moved down to the hem of her shorts, and tore them downward, 'till they were gathered about her ankles. As Ben stood, his hands ran up her front, grazing her sex on the way up to her chest, where they would grab hold of her breasts and fondle them, as he pushed his mother toward the washing machine. He was mindful not to be too rough with her, but had every intention of taking control. If she let him, of course.

 

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She knew just like any woman with experience did how this would go in a very short amount of time. Whether it be because of the way his tongue raided her mouth or the fact that his hand was beginning to grope her breast, there were more steps that he would take that led her to know he really, really wanted this. Half lidded eyes looking up to him as he shifted her toward the washing machine, feeling her hands touch the cool metal while his own grazed over her bare skin and hooked into the hem of her shorts. Closing her eyes when she felt his hands again move over her body and grip at her breasts, her hands gripping the machine gently, it was quite easy to forget that he was her child by the way he touched her.

Blonde locks falling over her chest as she leaned forward, subconsciously she found her firm rear moving against the tent in his pants, easily feeling what she had been the cause of. Biting her bottom lip gently, her eyes ventured back and over her shoulder to look up at him, again her rear found itself moving in a teasing fashion against his crotch.

 

[Lorence]

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Ben felt his mother pressing back into him. His bulge dipped into the space between her legs, giving him his first tantalizing taste of what lie there. Ben found himself suddenly releasing his mother's breasts so that he could unbutton his jeans, pull the zipper down, and let them fall. He then fed his manhood through the fly of his boxer-briefs, bringing his fairly sizably penis into view, standing at a fully erect eight inches. Ben absently wondered if it would be too big for her. He hoped not as he took hold of himself and her hip, and began his first attempt at feeding it into her, after a terse moment of searching for the correct entrance.

 

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Again she could feel him bulging out through his pants, breathing out gently as she hadn't had any interaction with a man in quite some time. Certainly not in getting this far with one, she could feel him fumbling just slightly with his erection, only to hear his jeans crumple to the floor, and him pull his member from his underwear. Eyes again glancing over her shoulder and looking down at him as he exposed himself, there was an inward sigh of pleasant thoughts because he somewhat reminded her of his father. His father was easily one of the few men she had ever been with, just as he was one of the largest she had had inside of her, though of course her son hadn't reached such a size yet, he was easily well endowed for his age.

Hands gripping softly as he began to put himself inside of her, Samaire's own hand reaching back gently, the female's hand slid over his and instead guided him in herself. The faint sound of a moan escaped her lips as she moved her hand back to the washing machine, her son's length now settled half way inside of her tight, thoug obviously mature folds.

 

[Lorence]

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Ben felt a soft hand on his manhood, and released it. He allowed himself to be guided into his mother, eyes rolling back into his skull as he was taken into the warm, moist entrance. His hands found her waist, gripped her hips, and he pulled himself further into her once she had released. At halfway, he paused, peering over his mother's shoulder to judge how she was receiving him. When she moaned, Ben was reassured that she was enjoying it, and continued filling her with his decently sized manhood, until the fronts of his hips pressed against her firm, perfect ass. Ben groaned, wrapped his arms around his mother's waist as he leaned forward to press his front to her back. His face buried into the nape of her neck.

After a moment, his hips began to slowly retreat. Pulling himself from her welcoming cavity so that he may penetrate her once more. He did not allow for his helm to fall out, though, wanting to remain that much inside her to that he was not forced to search for her entrance. Once he was that far out of her, he thrust forth, bucking his hips to impale his sexually repressed mother as he had fantasized about doing for so long. He groaned again, into his mother's ear, this time. Ben was very much degenerating into a child now. Being a virgin (well, somewhere between virgin and not-virgin, as I don't know where exactly one loses ones virginity during intercourse) Ben was not accustomed to the feeling of an entrance as tight and wet as hers, and was quickly overcome by ecstasy..

"Oh, god, mom.. I love you so much.. oh god.."