When Daddy's Away, Part 2

The relationship between Tyler and his mother gets a lot steamier.

Part II
(Warning - without reading the first part, this probably won’t make sense!)

The morning after getting caught masturbating to her video, Tyler got up and left for school quickly. He didn’t even take the time to check his computer first, the incident of the night before still fresh in his mind. He was freaked out that his mom caught him masturbating, and possibly even saw him get off. He was even more terrified that she looked at his computer screen and saw what was there. Looking his mother in the eyes was the last thing he wanted to do right now.

Amber watched him leave after he rushed out the door, barely taking the time to mutter a half-hearted “bye” to her as he goes. She still couldn’t stop thinking about last night, and it was starting to take a toll on her. She knew these thoughts were extremely inappropriate for a mother to have about her son, and yet she had been lonely and horny for so long…

No, that was no excuse. She had to do what she could to push the thoughts away.

Today happened to be one of her days off, and she spent the time cleaning the house and catching up on chores that she had never been able to get to. She was, in fact, extremely productive, as she did her best to keep her mind occupied. The garage finally got sorted and she threw away a lot of old junk, and the kitchen never looked so shiny and new.

And yet despite it all, that image kept popping back into her mind like a bad penny. Tyler’s semen spurting out of the tip of his cock. Just a little bit, before dribbling down over his hand. And the look on his face right before he saw her…oh my god…that contorted look of ecstasy, his eyes locked onto his computer screen where she could swear she saw herself masturbating along with him.

It was the thought of his computer screen that finally stopped her from cleaning. The realization that Tyler was currently at school and would be for a few more hours. She was alone with his computer.

Leaving the last few bits of junk behind that she was carrying out of the garage, Amber suddenly rushed into the house and headed directly to Tyler’s bedroom. She was worried that his computer would be password-protected, and wasn’t disappointed when she lifted up the laptop’s screen.
She was at least pleasantly surprised to discover that he had it set for a PIN password. Guessing a four-digit number seemed easier than an actual word that could be anything.

She tried his birth year. No luck. She tried the last four of his social with no luck. She even tried his girlfriend Lydia’s birth year and nothing. She was afraid if she kept guessing wrong she would lock it.

Then she looked at his bedroom walls and an inspiration struck her. One of his posters depicted a large marijuana leaf, and several others seemed related to pot-smoking here and there as well. She was aware that Tyler most likely smoked weed, but didn’t press the issue with him. She and David did, too. Instead, inspired, she tried a new password.

And sure enough, the PIN of 0420 was correct. She was in!

His desktop wallpaper was a big picture of Lydia wearing a very revealing dress, her tiny tits hanging as low as they could and giving a generous view of her meager cleavage. She ignored this. At least he was supposed to be checking her out.

She instead opened up Explorer and began browsing through his Video folder. There were a few videos that raised an eyebrow but not the one of her she was looking for. She then checked his Pictures and again, found nothing. She checked Downloads with the same result.

Sitting there tapping her chin, her brows furrowed in frustration, she stared at her son’s laptop and all the various files on display. She had already checked all the main Document folders, and all that seemed to be left was his video game folders, which she highly doubted contained what she wanted. Nevertheless, with no other options, she reached for the mouse again.

Unsure of where to start, she began by simply selecting “Home” at the top of the list. This displayed all of the main folders. She scanned through them quickly, expecting to find nothing. And then her eyes settled on it. A folder marked, “Shared files.”

She double-clicked this folder, her heart skipping a beat. Something told her that she had found it even before the folder opened. And then - there they were. All of the images she had sent to her husband David, as well as the masturbation video from the other day. They were apparently also accessible on Tyler’s computer. And he had jerked off to his own mother.

She gasped when she realized it, and suddenly the full memory of the night before replayed in her mind, over and over. The cum spurting out of Tyler’s cock, so hard for his mother, was at the forefront of her thoughts. She felt herself getting wet almost immediately, and yet she felt her cheeks burn with shame at the same time.

She could not believe what she had discovered. And at the same time, she was so lonely and horny these days that her body was betraying her in the most forbidden way possible, and she was having trouble reconciling the two emotions.

His bed lay unmade, as usual, and she found herself standing up and walking over to it. Gently, she sat down upon the edge of it, and marveled that it still felt incredibly warm to the touch. His heat was still contained in the sheets. She could smell his teenage scent, a mix of body odor and cologne that somehow enflamed her arousal even more. It reminded her strongly of when she was a teenage girl sneaking into her own boyfriend’s house, and the forbidden encounter they had shared under his parent’s roof without their knowledge.

Slowly, nuzzling her face into his pillow and inhaling the sickly sweet scent of his sweat, she found herself lying down in her son’s unmade bed. It was warm and comfortable, and the feeling of his body heat covered her like a blanket. She began running her hands slowly down her own slick body, still sweaty from the chores she had been focused on that day. Her pussy was soaking wet, and she simply couldn’t believe how horny she felt at that moment, lying in her own child’s bed. The knowledge that he actually was masturbating to pictures of her sent a thrill through her body that she couldn’t deny. It proved that she was not just still sexy at her age, but appealing even to people she shouldn’t be appealing to. And this was probably the most erotic thing she could possibly imagine.

“Oh, shit, Tyler…” she whispered to her son’s bedroom, her hands sliding down her torso and underneath the hem of the shorts she is wearing. Her fingers find their way inside of her silk panties, and ever so gently she begins petting her clitoris, moving in feather light strokes. She closes her eyes and unconsciously spreads her legs wide, giving herself easier access to her pussy.

“Does that feel good, baby?” she whispered to the room, playing out a fantasy with her son in her own mind. Her fingers begin to scratch more vigorously at her clit, and she feels a drop of her juices slide down and tickle her asshole. The sensation makes her gasp. She is thinking of Tyler’s cock again and the semen spilling out, only in this scenario it is her own hand that is getting covered in it.

“Mommy wants her baby boy to be happy…” she whispered, and plunges the middle and ring finger of her right hand deep inside of her soaking wet pussy. The sudden intrusion makes her scream, and knowing she is alone, she doesn’t hold back.

“Ahhhh….! YES!” she shouted, and thrust her hips upward into her own hand. “My baby boy has grown so big, hasn’t he? He’s a man now…” She whispered as she started pumping her fingers in and out more quickly. “Does that feel good, baby? Oh…yes! Mommy loves it!….” her voice rose in pitch as she played out a fantasy of getting fucked by her own teenage son, and she felt her body begin to shiver in response.

The orgasm is slow to build, but it is probably one of the most powerful orgasms she had ever felt. She imagined Tyler finally getting his way with her. In her mind, he had been lusting after her for years, watching her change her clothes or showering, and touching himself while fantasizing about her. It seemed to explain the arguments with his girlfriend, and she pretended that her son was actually deeply in love with her and her alone. He may not even realize it himself.

But the fact that her extremely horny teenage son, who happened to have a sixteen-year old girlfriend, was masturbating to her body to the exclusion of anyone else, was undeniably sexy in a way she couldn’t begin to describe.

“Oooooh, FUCK!” she screamed into the empty bedroom. “Yes, baby! YES!” she thrust her hips up into her slick fingers over and over, her pussy lips seizing around her hand as the orgasm overwhelmed her. She imagined her own son Tyler, fucking her hard, holding her down and basically raping her. She screamed again and again into the stillness, and felt her juices gush over her own hand in a hot flood, a flood that was so powerful she actually sprayed of jet of warm fluid up the length of her arm.

“Oh my fucking god, baby….” she whined, her voice now reduced to a desperate plea. There was no one to cry to, of course, but in her own fantasy she was holding her own son close. His body was warm against hers and his cock was deep and hard inside of her.

Slowly, reality began to seep back into Amber’s vision and her breathing returned to a semblance of normal. She opened her eyes and looked around. Another flashback of her teenage years came back to her as she stared at the band photos and pot leafs adorning the walls, and she smiled when she realized that her poser of a son had even bought a panther blacklight poster. He doesn’t even own a blacklight.

Guilt tried to overwhelm her, but she quickly pushed it aside. She was horny and what she did was perverted, but she was also confident that no one would ever find out, and she was too old to argue moral dilemmas too hard anymore. It was over and done with, and there was no point regretting it.

As Amber stood up shakily off her son’s bed, she realized that when she came, she apparently left a rather significant wet spot on his sheets. She was now faced with the choice of either changing them and then explaining why, or just hoping that the spot would dry before he came home. Which meant he would ultimately sleep in it.

She left the room and sat down in front of the television, waiting for Tyler to come home and to discuss the situation with her son openly. Obviously, they needed to talk.

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That night dinner could not have been more awkward. Amber and Tyler sat at the kitchen table across from each other, silently picking at the pan of ziti she had made them both.

“There’s so much of this, you’ll have plenty of leftovers if you want to bring some to school,” she finally said, trying to make conversation.

Tyler grunted and nodded, but refused to look up. He seemed incredibly interested in something on his plate of food suddenly.

Amber took another bite, chewing silently. She looked up at her son, who was still staring at his plate and pushing his food around.

“Want to hang out with me, tonight?” she finally asked timidly. “Been lonely around here without your father. Maybe we could spend some quality mother-son bonding time together. Watch a horror movie or something, I know you like those.”

“I have homework,” Tyler grumbled, hardly even looking at her as he ignored her attempt at companionship.

“Yeah, I’m sure you do.” she said quietly, chewing her food, trying to decide how to proceed. “But it doesn’t take you the entire night, does it?” She put down her fork and looked at him.

“MooOOOooom…!” he let out a long, drawn-out whine.

“I’m serious, I miss you. And I want to talk to you, so do your homework fast and then come back downstairs, ok?” She began eating again, more purposefully now, having said her piece.

Tyler grunted but knew better than to argue with her. He began shoveling his food down quickly, eager to get the night over with.

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Later that evening Tyler marched back downstairs only a half hour after he had retreated to the safety of his bedroom. Obviously his homework was not going to take him all night.

Amber had already finished washing the dishes and cleaning up, and was now reclining comfortably in her spot on the couch. She had changed her clothes into a summer dress, a simple light blue thing without a pattern, that nevertheless accentuated her ample cleavage.

Tyler walked into the living room and plopped into his chair across from her. He looked at her with some confusion, curious about the dress. He was even more surprised to discover that yet again, his mother was giving him a show. She had her legs crossed, sitting Indian-style on the couch, and the dress was very open between her knees. The dark patch of her pubic hair was clearly visible, as was the creamy softness of her thighs. Her large breasts pressed against the thin fabric, threatening to spill out.

“How’s it going, kid?” she asked him cheerfully as he sat down. She felt like there was an electricity in the air, like they were on the start of something new, something that was thrilling and dangerous at the same time.

“Fine.” He muttered. This was a standard response for Tyler.

“Everything OK with Lydia?” she asked.

“I guess so,” he said quietly. He looked down at his hands for a moment and then back up. She watched his eyes, watched how they were drawn immediately to the opening in her dress. She could almost feel the way they roamed over her bare pussy and her thighs, and the sensation made her wet. She shifted a bit in her seat, and Tyler’s eyes stayed glued to her dress.

“Can I ask you a personal question?” she finally asked quietly.

Now it was Tyler’s turn to squirm in his seat. He shrugged, but said nothing.

“Have the two of you had sex, yet?” she asked, just as softly. She still watched his eyes, and noticed the way his eyebrow twitched at the question.

Tyler never really answered. Instead he gave his head one quick shake in the negative. No. And based on the look he gave when she asked, she believes him. They have not had sex yet…and he wasn’t happy about it.

“Have you two done anything?” she tried.

Another head shake, but this time his eyes widen a bit first. So that was a lie.

“Mom, I thought we were gonna…” he finally said, and gestured to the television with an exasperated look.

“Oh yes, baby. I was just asking. We can watch a movie.” She picked up the TV remote, and when she did she leaned forward, allowing her ample cleavage to dangle in front of him provocatively.

“What’s with the dress, Mom?” Tyler finally asked once she had settled back. Her legs were crossed still, and he couldn’t seem to keep eye contact with her.

Oh, just wanted to look nice for you. I don’t get to dress up much these days. And spending time with you is so rare now, it seemed like a special occasion.” She smiled at him, her tone teasing.

“I think you should…” he gestured at her legs, trying not to look now.

Amber looked down at her knees, then back up at her son. A small smile spread across her face, and her heart began to race. “I thought you liked to look at it, though.” she nearly whispered. “I thought you liked to look at me naked.” She said it so sweetly and innocently that it almost sounded like it was ok what she was suggesting.

Tyler’s eyes widened, but they were immediately drawn back to the place between her legs. He tried to look back up at her face, only to discover that she was smiling at him, her own eyes locked on his. She spread her legs a little wider, and suddenly one side of the dress popped free of her knee and pulled up on one side. The sudden motion pulled his eyes down instinctively, and he couldn’t help but get a generous view now of his mother’s pale thigh and naked vagina.

“I saw the pictures on your computer,” she whispered. “I saw the video last night. How did you get those?”

Tyler’s eyes were huge now, and he did his best to resist the urge to stare at his mother’s pussy so openly in front of her. But she seemed to want it, was allowing it. The thought made his cock swell inside his jeans. “they….” he whispered, almost too low to hear. His voice was very dry, and he attempted to clear it. “They showed up in the Shared files…,” he finally managed.

Amber shook her head, still smiling. So it was her fault, after all. So stupid of her to try to do something new like that when she didn’t really know what she was doing.

“And you…like looking at them. I saw you last night, baby. You were watching Mommy touch herself.” Her voice was low and singsong now, almost childish, and she bit her bottom lip.

She couldn’t believe what she was doing, knew that everything about this was terribly, terribly wrong, but she pushed the thought down deep where it could hurt her later. Right now she was just so overwhelmed with arousal and loneliness - not to mention wine - that she was willing to throw caution to the wind and succumb to desire.

Tyler fidgeted in his chair again. “Mom…I’m…I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…”

“Shhh, baby, it’s ok. It’s totally natural for a boy your age to want to look. And I’m very flattered that you would want to look at me.” She smiled at him, then suddenly pulled up the other side of her dress, freeing it from her knee. Now it is up all the way to her stomach, and there was nothing stopping him from seeing everything.

Her thighs were pale and creamy, only slightly dappled with freckles at the top. Her stomach curved invitingly down around her mons, and while she didn’t shave her pubic hair she did trim it shorter for him, accentuating a perfect rectangle around her slit. Her pussy was very pink and swollen, and it glistened with wetness.

As Tyler watched, speechless, his mother ran a hand down her stomach and scratched it lightly across her vagina, the very place from which he was born. Her eyes fluttered closed and she gasped at the sensation.

“It’s ok, baby. It’s ok if you want to look at me. You’re a big boy now and there are things you always think about. I know. I know it’s torture for you, and I know Lydia isn’t helping you with it. But Mommy’s here for you.” She started running her fingers in slow circles around her clit now, and her hips begin to pump gently against her own hand.

Tyler was shocked, mesmerized by what he was seeing. His mother was now openly masturbating in front of him. His cock has grown painfully hard inside of his pants now, but he didn’t move.

“It’s ok, baby…” his mother breathed. She was whimpering softly, and her other hand had grabbed one of her breasts and was squeezing it. “Nobody else is here. Let Mommy see it…please….”

“Mom…this isn’t right…” Tyler finally managed. Nevertheless his own hand was already rubbing himself through his pants, the desire undeniable.

“No…we aren’t touching each other. Just…looking,” she said breathlessly.

Tyler watched his mother for another moment, unsure of what to do. His arousal was definitely overtaking him, and he couldn’t seem to keep his hands off himself either way. It wasn’t until his mother whispered a final, “…please, baby…” that he finally gave in. Unbuttoning his pants quickly, he pushed them and his boxers down around his feet, exposing his very erect cock to his mother.

“Oh, YES, baby…” his mom exclaimed, and began rubbing herself faster. “You are such a big boy now.” She bit her bottom lip as she watched Tyler start to stroke himself.

“Thank you…Mommy….” Tyler whispered. He squinted his eyes as he began jerking off, watching his mother bring herself to climax right in front of him. He was aware that he had just called her ‘Mommy,’ and yet it felt right in the moment. He mostly figured that she would like it, but is amazed to discover that he does as well.

“…oh…you’re so good to your Mommy…” Amber whimpered, and slid two of her fingers inside of herself. The sudden intrusion made her gasp.

Tyler’s eyes widened as he watched his mother start fucking herself with her hand, and he couldn’t help but imagine that it was his own sensitive cock that was penetrating her instead. He gazed lustfully at the expression on her face, the way her eyebrows crinkled gently, the way her lips glistened as she breathed softly through her slightly open mouth. She was making soft moaning sounds that sounded young and sweet and were driving him crazy, and as Tyler stroked his cock he could feel the pressure building already.

She opened her eyes, now glazed over with lust, and watched him play with himself. She smiled and nodded gently at him, urging him to continue. “Yes, baby…yes, my baby boy…you make Mommy feel so good…,” She began thrusting her hips harder, fucking her fingers faster now. Her eyes fluttered shut again and she moaned.

Tyler pumped his hand faster on his cock now, and the orgasm was definitely close. He relaxed his muscles and let the pressure build in his groin, and suddenly he felt his cock swell. “Oh, Mom…Mommy…I think I’m gonna…!” was all he has time to shout and then suddenly he was cumming, his load spraying into the air in a fantastic arch that splattered on his shirt and arm. “Ahhhhh! Mommmie……!” he screamed through gritted teeth, succumbing to an climax that was somehow even more powerful than the last. Masturbating to his mother was the most pleasurable feeling he had ever felt - and he was curious what else she would let him do.

Watching her son’s semen fly through the air in front of her, Amber had to resist the urge to rush over and put her mouth on it. Instead she buried her fingers as deeply inside her vaginal canal as they will reach and began grinding hard, fucking her own hand with wild abandon. She felt her muscles clench faster, the warm, tingling sensation spreading throughout her whole body, and then she was cumming as well, her pussy clamping down on her own fingers and caressing them from inside. Like her son, her orgasm was powerful, and she felt such an incredible buildup of fluid at the moment of release that it actually sprayed out of her in a light arc, just a small squirt, onto the living room carpet. “Oh fuck Tylerrrrr……!” she screamed before all words were cut out and it was reduced to nothing but a long wail.

They both finish, both of them climaxing at virtually the same time. For both of them it was one of the most powerful orgasms they had ever had, and now both of them lie drained. Neither one of them was sure what they were supposed to be feeling now that the act was over.

Amber slowly stood up and smoothed out her dress, her legs shaky. “I’ll get you a towel, sweetheart. Let’s watch that movie now. Do you want something to drink?” She turned and wobbled into the kitchen, acting for all the world like they hadn’t just committed an act of depravity together.

Tyler watched her go, and when he didn’t answer her, she turned and looked back. He tried to say something, managed simply “Mom…,” but she shook her head slightly. Instead she asked him again if he wanted a drink.

“Sure…” he finally muttered, then looked back down at himself as his mother left. He didn’t understand what he was feeling, but he knew he enjoyed what had just happened.

And secretly, he hoped it happened again.