Motherly Love [Mythos && IridescentMelody]

[Mythos]

Name: James Cooper
Age: 18

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The memories of the sounds alone were enough to stir arousal into James. The moans that coated the air. The heated words. At first, when James had heard his parents getting frisky, he had been mortified. That was, after all, the normal reaction. But as soon as the initial embarassment left, his mind started to visualize his parents in a way that it never had before -- more specifically, his mother. He could just imagine her lush flushed skin. Her bruised mouth, moaning. It caused him shivers, and after the mortification had passed, James had found himself jacking off to the sounds of his parents.

That had been a week and a half ago. Ever since, James couldn't look at his mother the same way. She was the woman who birthed him, fed him, and took care of him. Yet, dirty thoughts entered his mind. Dirty images took over his fantasies. It was eating at him. James wasn't a blushing virgin either. In fact, quite the opposite. James was handsome, and he took advantage of that fact. Girls at school lined up for him, and James did what boys did best. Still, no one satisfied him. Not any longer. Not since thoughts of his mother plagued him. He was twisted, and he knew it. He didn't even tell his best friends, Mark and Noah, of these thoughts. He couldn't. What would they say? So the secret was his alone.

Mark, Noah, and James were really tight though. They hung out nearly every day, and today was one of those days. Instead of hanging out at Noah's house, like they had originally intended, they ended up at James' house. James was sure his mom wouldn't mind, even though he had told her that he wouldn't be home until much later. Upon reaching the door, he found it locked, which was weird, but James didn't think much of it. His mom often locked the door if she went for walks, and what not. Getting out his key, James opened the door and the three entered the home, chatting amiably.

"I'll order the pizza, you guys set up-" James stopped dead in his tracks.

The scene in the livingroom was shocking. His mom. Porn. Naked. He choked on his words.

"Whoa, Mrs. Cooper?" Mark asked, stupidly.

 

[IridescentMelody]

Part of her reasoned that this was all simply a faze. Her son was home for a while…things had almost gone back to what they were years ago. Yet somehow, she couldn’t picture herself as old. Being thirty-six years old, Mrs. Cooper was arguably still in the prime of her life. More so, even than when she had first had her son. All traces of weight gain from the pregnancy had faded through work, leaving her with her naturally slim waist and plump D-sized breasts. It was as though some part of her body was rebelling against the idea of being ‘old’. Hence, what brought her in front of the television, spread-eagled and panting like a horny teenager. Why not? Her husband generally arrived home in time for dinner at eight, whilst her son was to be off with his friends. For now, she just felt the need to please herself. If not, it would drive her crazy all day.

Impatiently flinging curly, waist length honey brown hair from her flushed face, she almost didn’t register the unwelcome noises over the moaning and groaning from the television. “J-James!” Unable to keep the breathy, needy tone from her voice, her body chilled in something akin to terror. Frozen for a few moments, she felt almost as if she should be yelling at him for being home unannounced. But…even that was hardly inappropriate. Calming her breathing, she pulled the still vibrating dildo from her throbbing pussy, reaching for the blanket on the couch to cover herself with.

At least he wasn’t a child. Sure, this was likely to traumatize him, but she was certain he would be able to look at her in the next week or two. “Go…go to your room son.” Clearly unable to make eye contact with either of the boys, green irises focused on the soft carpet. Her chest was still moving up and down in rapid waves. The noises from the television seemed to echo into the silence now, since the remote was lying across the room from her, and she certainly wasn’t about to pass either of them to turn it off.

 

[Mythos]

Oh fuck. James' eyes ignored the tv and instead roamed over his mother. His mother, whose body was damp with arousal, legs spread, dildo buzzing away happily deep inside her. The memories from that week and a half ago came flooding back. Heat pooled on his cheeks, but mostly in his groin with a familiar twitch. James was unable to speak, unable to look away, as the dildo was slowly removed from the glistening pink lips of her most intimate area. Oh fuck.

Mouth dry, James didn't respond to the command. His friends merely watched, probably just as aroused as he was. The tv was still on, moans echoing around the room. Swallowing loudly, the eighteen year old instead walked to the small table that held the remote. Reaching it, he pointed it at the television but instead of turning it off, he turned it several notches down. The moans were still soft in the background, but no where near as loud. He could feel the eyes of Mark and Noah on him. Watching. Waiting. James' ignored them though, instead, walking slowly to the couch, towards his mother. Sitting down next to her, James reached out and gently took her hand, a comforting gesture.

"Mom, it's alright. There's no need to be embarassed. We've all seen porn before. Right, Mark? Noah?" James said, attempting a small smile. The others nodded, coming a bit closer. He noticed her small pants. The flushed look on her cheeks -- it was better than he had imagined! Glancing at Mark and Noah, he could tell the two other boys wanted exactly what he wanted as well, and hell, he didn't mind sharing.

James gently rubbed her hand, and then let his other hand slip beneath the blanket and slowly touch her knee.

"Yeah, Mrs. Cooper. It's perfectly healthy to masturbate." Noah added.