How Self-Quarantine Got Me Mom (closed)

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There's something in Josh's eyes as he asks if I want to play again. I shouldn't. I should be smart and walk out of his room. Putting distance between us right now is the smartest thing to do. But I don't want to be smart. I don't want to do the "right thing."

I'm tired of being "good" anymore. When I was Josh's age I lived my life with no regrets. I had fun. I drank and fucked and lived. But now...now I'm a boring mom stuck in a marriage where my husband no longer gets me wet. Sure I pretend to be into Derrick. I care too much about him to turn him away. But I'm no longer attracted to my husband and I crave something different. Something wild. Something like the old me.

I turn to Josh, smiling. "Sure, let's go again. How about we make it interesting this time though. Maybe a bet of some kind?"

 

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A bet?

Yeah, this is traveling down familiar territory for me. I had seen where this ended up too many times. It's not like I'm powerless to stop it; if I wasn't comfortable with this, I could say so. I could make up some kind of excuse to avoid this.

But I can't.

"What'd you have in mind?" I ask, fighting off the smile that wants to creep across my face.

 

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Do I really want to push this further? A bet, really? Am I trying to live out a porno? No, I am not, but there's something titillating about this. Something that is driving me to keep going.

I put a finger to my chin, and give a thoughtful "hmmm." I glance at Josh, noticing the gleam in his eye. Neither of us is going to say what we're thinking, but it's nice to see that he is, apparently, on the same page.

When did I turn into this woman, the kind who would consider doing anything even remotely sexual with her own son?

"Well, my shoulder have been giving me some issues lately being stuck at the computer and all. So, if I win, you have to give me a massage." I smile innocently before biting my lip and asking. "And if you win...?"

 

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I stroke my chin with my fingers before nodding. "OK, a massage is fair. But I want one in return if I win."

Of course, telling her I wanted her to hold her ankles while I deep-dicked her wasn't going to work. A massage seems like it would be enough to build some tension without crossing that line.

I pick a course that's of medium difficulty. "Better keep those fingers in good shape. My shoulders will be loving them in a couple minutes," I tease as I get us to the starting line.

 

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"Hey, no fair! I didn't know there were short cuts!" I protest as Josh's car races off far ahead of mine, cutting through a path I hadn't known was there. My fingers fly clumsily over the controls as I try to catch up.

I lean into Josh, trying to knock him with my shoulder. It doesn't work. We're both one lap from the finish line and I'm gaining on him. My competitive nature takes over. I do not like to lose and I'm not above playing dirty if I have to.

"C'mon, Joshie," I lean in close to him, my words a soft whisper as I keep one eye on the game. "Don't you want your Mom to finish first." I put an emphasis on the word finish, letting him know I don't necessarily mean the race. I don't let myself think about what I do next - in for a penny, in for a pound and all that. My tongue flicks against his earlobe, slow and teasing, as I gun the engine of my racer.

 

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If you ain't cheatin', you ain't tryin'.

At least that's what I told myself as I took off down the shortcut to start the race, blocking out Mom's claims of unfairness. I got a little cocky and took my foot off the gas (almost literally), and to my surprise, she was able to catch up pretty quickly.

With Mom and I nearing the finish line, I begin to pull away. But then I feel her breath tickle my neck and a few soft words whispered in my ear.

Then she gently, slowly licks my ear.

My thumb slips off the joystick and I slide off the road while she pulls ahead of me to win the race.

I slowly turn my head to look at her, my jaw hanging open in shock -- not only did she win, but she also licked my ear, which is one of my weak spots.

"That...that wasn't fair," I finally manage to murmur out, although there's a smile begging to break free.

 

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I'm still a bit shocked that I actually did it. But, apparently, not as shocked as Josh. He's staring at me, slack jawed, eyes wide.

"That...that wasn't fair," he says, but I can see the slight smile fighting to stay hidden.

I shrug. "We never agreed to any rules." I try to play it off, try to appear like I was just fighting dirty. I don't want him to know that I am actually quite shocked and more than a little turned on by what I did.

Letting my controller drop to my lap, I roll my shoulders. "Mmm, I am so looking forward to that massage. It's going to feel like pure heaven." I smile and wink at him playfully. Calm on the outside, a twisting, horny mess on the inside.

 

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I sigh and shake my head with a chuckle. "Yeah, yeah, yeah -- cheater."

I set my controller down and kneel on the bed behind Mom. I crack my fingers and wiggle them around a bit to loosen them up, then I begin to press into her shoulders, gently massaging them while I look over her shoulder at the TV, which is replaying our race.

"How is it so far?" I ask.

 

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With Josh behind me, my body is on high alert. I can feel every shift of his body, every breath. My senses are heightened and all I can focus on is the way his hands feel on my skin.

"Mmm, could be better." I tease. A sudden, devious idea comes to mind. "Ooh, I know. Wait right here." I chuckle to myself, as if he's going anywhere.

I quickly walk to my room and dig through my nightstand. I had bought the massage oils as a Valentine's surprise for Derrick, but then he had to go on a work trip and the set lay, forgotten in the room. I grab the set of sensual oils and head back to Josh's room. I try to forget the fact that Derrick is just downstairs, that he could come up at any moment. However, the idea of him coming in to see his son giving his wife a massage lends the whole sordid affair an extra bit of spice and has my stomach and pussy clenching in ways they shouldn't.

"Here we go," I say tossing the box of massage oils to Josh. As an added bit of naughtiness, I lay on my stomach. "Ok, I'm ready."

 

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"You're so picky," I tease back as I continue to rub Mom's shoulders. Suddenly, she stops the massage and stands up, pledging to be right back.

I'm left alone in my thoughts for a moment as she goes to wherever she's going. Could she be going to slip into something skimpy? As much as I try to tell myself that this is just a massage, everything leading to this point says otherwise.

Mom returns with a box and tosses it to me. Massage oils -- interesting. While I take one of the oils out of the back, Mom makes herself comfortable, lying on her stomach in the middle of my bed.

Opening the bottle of one of the sensual oils, I pour some of the cool liquid onto Mom's upper back, near her shoulders. I then straddle her, my crotch digging right into her ass, and begin to rub the oil into her delicate skin.

 

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Josh's weight on top of me pushes me further into his bed. I can smell the musky scent of his body mixed with his deodorant on his sheets. I try not to think about the last time they were washed - unless he's done a load of wash on his own I know I haven't washed them in a couple weeks. Instead, I focus on the way his hands move over my skin, digging into the muscles.

I can feel him settling on me, his crotch digging into my ass. I squirm a little, wondering what's going through his mind as he rubs my shoulders. Part of me hopes to feel him go hard, the other part is scared of what that would mean. What wall will be broken down should he get a hard-on with his mom beneath him?

His fingers dig into a tense muscle and I moan softly. "Much better."

 

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The aroma of the oil begins to fill the air around us. Mom squirms underneath me, which doesn't help the position I'm in. The friction is enough to get me a little excited, which I try to alleviate by shifting around myself. She lets out a little moan as I hit a certain muscle, so I keep my focus on it and try to rub it out.

"Jesus, this is tight," I say, and only when the last word escapes my mouth do I realize how that can be taken. Luckily, she can't see my face reddening, and I continue my rubbing.

 

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The innuendo in Josh's voice isn't lost on me. I can feel him, just the smallest bit excited, pressing into my ass. He shifts and I know he's trying to hide it. I can feel my skin heating, whether with embarrassment or excitement I can't tell. All I know is that I have missed having hands on me like this. The taboo nature of what is happening between us - God I hope I'm not just imagining it all - is driving me insane. The old me, the one who loved to push the boundaries of propriety, is itching to rise to the surface.

And an itch of a different kind is starting to make itself known.

"Here," I say, reaching up to pull the straps of my romper down, "really get in there. Don't be afraid to go hard."

 

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Mom drops another line of innuendo as she pulls the straps of her romper down, allowing me to knead her sore spots harder.

"Oh, I'm never afraid to go hard -- or deep," I say as I try to really rub out the knot in her shoulder.

I'm getting lost in the heat of this moment, and God forbid Dad were to come upstairs and catch us in this compromising position because I don't want this to end. I'm losing bit by bit of self-control, as evidenced by the slight grinding of my crotch into her ass as I work on her knots.

 

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Is it my imagination or is my son intentionally grinding his hard-on into my ass? Whether it's my imagination or not, what I do know is that I am into it.

"Oh, I'm never afraid to go hard -- or deep," The words send a shiver through me, raising goosebumps on my flesh.

So this is how we're going to play it, well okay then.

"Is that so?" I ask innocently, turning my head to look at Josh over my shoulder, "Well then, I am at your mercy." I wiggle my ass beneath him, hunching up slightly to grind my ass into his growing erection.

 

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"Well then, I am at your mercy."

That line, coupled with the wiggling of Mom's ass against my crotch, repeats in my head over and over again. My erection grows, and it's no longer a secret that we're both looking for the same thing.

I lean down, pressing my frame into hers, and then my lips on the back of her neck. "Careful what you wish for. You just may get it," I whisper.

 

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We're both alluding to it, but neither of us wants to come out and say it. This cat and mouse game is making me wet and I can no longer deny the fact that I am ready to jump my own son's bones.

I don't stifle the moan that comes from deep inside me as Josh leans in, covering me with his weight, pushing me further into his bed. My mind instantly flashes to me, tied to this bed, legs spread eagle and Josh pounding away inside me.

You're a fucking pervert! My conscience screams. But I quickly flip that little angel off my shoulder and give in to the devil that is doing backflips on my other one.

I buck up hard against Josh, feeling his now very obvious erection.

"Careful what you wish for. You just may get it,"

"And you think you could you handle this?" I ask, grinding against him. "You think you're ready for Mommy's -"

I hear footsteps on the stairs. My breath hitches. Josh's room is right by the stairs. If Derrick catches us...

I push Josh off me quickly, pulling the straps up on my romper. I grab the game controller I dropped earlier and try to pretend that I wasn't just about to beg my son to fuck me.

 

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I also hear the footsteps coming up the stairs, but Mom's able to push me off before I can get off of her myself.

I grab the box of oils and throw it under my pillows, covering everything up that I can think of in the haste.

Grabbing my controller, my face is nearly beet-red, and I hurriedly click through to the main menu.

"Good race," I say, my breathing a little hurried.

 

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I'm sure my skin is just as flushed as Josh's as we sit there, pretending to focus on the video game as Derrick wanders past the bedroom door with a nod of his head. I glance over at Josh and the obvious wood he's sporting and pray that Derrick didn't see that. I can feel my flush deepen as I notice just how big that tent in his pants is. To think, that was rubbing up against me only moments ago!

Derrick disappears into our bedroom and Josh and I exchange a heated look. Before either of us can say anything, my phone chirps a reminder that I have another meeting in just a few moments.

I stand, my legs slightly shaky. I start to head to the door, but turn back around and quickly walk back towards Josh. Throwing caution to the wind I grab his face and pull his mouth to mine, my tongue sliding between his lips in a heated kiss.

Before it can deepen further, I pull back just as quickly.

"We'll have to play again soon." I say with a wink as I leave his room and head back downstairs with a racing heart and damp panties.

 

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Dad walks by and gives us a little head-nod. Once he's out of sight, I look over at Mom, who's nearly just as red as I am. I desperately want to return to where we were before Dad climbed the steps, but Mom's phone goes off and I sigh.

Of course.

I watch as Mom goes to leave, disappointment written all over my face. That turns around though, as she surprisingly returns to me and pulls my face to hers for a deep kiss that a mother and son certainly should not engage in.

"You bet," I say breathlessly as she winks at me and disappears. I look down at my crotch, then back up at the TV.

I don't know what the hell just happened, but it was amazing...and I don't know how much longer I can wait to do that again.

 

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The rest of the day passes in a horny haze. As we move about the house, I try not to blush and think about Josh's hands on me every time I see him. I push back the image of him between my spread legs, tongue flicking wantonly across my wet slit. Fuck but the idea sends shivers racing down my spine.

Dinner is excruciating. Having to sit across from Josh and pretend that I don't want to fuck him senseless. Finally, though, I am able to claim tiredness and escape to my room. But sleep eludes me.

Beside me, Derrick snores contentedly. But I cannot sleep. Instead, tossing and turning, desperate to sleep if only to rid myself of the images of Josh's hands on my hips, pulling me back against him as he buries himself deep in my wet, aching pussy.

I glance at the clock, 2:30. God, will I ever sleep? When I can no longer tolerate the tossing and turning, I climb out of bed. Dressed in my pajamas, a pair of lavender silk shorts and matching tank top, I head down to the kitchen to make some tea. Maybe a bit of chamomile will calm my mind...and my libido.

I flip on the soft light over the sink and fill the tea kettle before setting it on the stove and turning on the burner. With a sigh, I lean a hip against the counter and readjust my messy bun. My glasses slip down my nose and I push them back up, deep in thought. I don't hear the footsteps coming up behind me as I consider what will happen if Josh and I actually act on what was starting to happen in his room earlier.

 

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The real problem with being stuck in quarantine with your parents is that you never really get the time for...relief.

With Mom back to working downstairs and Dad walking around to who knows where, I never get comfortable enough to just shut the door and have at it, consumed with thoughts about what transpired in my room just a short time before.

Dinner is hell, as I have to act like everything's normal between my mother and I after we just tangled our tongues in a taboo kiss. Every time I look over at Dad, I want him to take a nap or something -- anything to give me time to bend Mom over the kitchen table and fuck her brains out.

Of course, it's not meant to be, and my mind continues to be lost in this fog as it gets late.

I toss and turn in bed, and I even begin to stroke myself, hoping that will help me sleep. But it's of no use. I tell myself some milk will do the trick, and I roll out of bed wearing just a pair of basketball shorts, my upper body exposed.

As I descend the stairs, I see soft light emanating from the kitchen and my heart skips a beat in excitement. There's a 50 percent chance that Mom just happens to be downstairs the same time I am -- either that, or they clumsily forgot to turn the light off before bed.

I reach the bottom of the steps and make my way to the kitchen, and I smile upon seeing Mom leaning against the counter. I approach her as quietly as I can, and upon reaching her, I wrap my arms around her and pull her closer to me.

"Couldn't sleep either?" I whisper against her neck.

 

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I stifle a yelp as strong arms pull me back against a hard chest.

"Couldn't sleep either?" The words are whispered against my neck, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin.

I lean back against my son, molding myself against him.

"No," I whisper back, afraid that if I speak too loudly I'll break the spell of the moment, "something's been keeping me up." I grind against you, feeling the hardness there. "And apparently I'm not the only thing that's been up."

I turn around in Josh's arms so that we are chest to chest. I wonder if he can feel my nipples poking through my thin tank top.

"I can't stop thinking about earlier," I breath, my lips brushing against his jaw. "Wondering what would have happened if your dad hadn't interrupted us." I snake my tongue over his throat, flicking against his Adam's apple. "Is that what's keeping this big guy up too?" I question, one hand sneaking down to run along the outline of Josh's cock through his shorts.

 

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"You're right about that," I whisper back as Mom grinds against me, the friction just adding to my obvious arousal.

As she spins around in my arms, I take a second to admire her beauty -- even at 2:30 in the morning, with her hair up in a messy bun and glasses on her face, she looks stunning.

I shiver as she brushes her lips against my jaw, and I let out a little gasp as she runs her tongue over my throat and flicks my Adam's apple. My hands immediately go to her ass and give it a firm squeeze.

"I can't stop thinking about it either...it's been driving me nuts."

And as Mom runs her hand along my cock, I pull her in and kiss her. My tongue wastes no time escaping my mouth and parting her lips to find her own. I let my tongue swirl around hers inside her warm, wet mouth, and once I pull away, I attack her neck, kissing along it and nibbling at her earlobe.

"This is fucking crazy," I chuckle softly into her ear before tonguing it.

 

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His tongue pushes into my mouth, swirling inside, teasing me. And just as soon as his lips are on mine they move down my neck, nibble my earlobe. Oh fuck he's driving me crazy.

I hear him whisper the same sentiments in my ear, his breath tickling my skin.

"Yes," I moan, arching my back and pressing my breasts into him, "but it feels so right." I pull his face back to mine, trapping his lips in a passionate kiss. Our tongues dueling frantically. I suck on his tongue, knowing that that isn't the only thing I am going to be sucking before the night is through.

Beside me, the tea kettle starts to rattle, the water inside heating rapidly.

I jump up onto the counter, pulling Josh between my legs. My fingers wrap in his hair, pushing him down, down, down. Until he is kneeling between my legs, exactly where I want him. I pull his face in, feeling his nose pressing into my pajama and panty clad pussy.

"I've been dreaming about this all day." I whisper, tugging his hair. "You are going to make your mother cum all over that handsome face."

The tea kettle starts to whistle, the water reaching its boiling point.