All For Momma - Victoria Blackstone - E-Book

All For Momma E-Book

Victoria Blackstone

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A young boy without a release for his raging sexual drive, and his mother, driven to extremes of lust. Under the circumstances, we understand how these two individuals are driven into each other's arms. For some women, nurturing extends no further than tending a skinned knee or sopping up an occasional bloody nose. For others, there really is no limit; for them, no nothing is taboo.

For several moments he stared at me, then... “How long do you see this going on for?”

I bit my lip, hiding a smile.

He shook his head. “Jackie...”

“He asked me to be his girlfriend, baby, and I accepted. It’ll last until he meets somebody who catches his eye.”

“He asked you out?”

I nodded, biting my lip. I held up my hand, showing him my ring. “He even got me a ring.”

He shook his head, withholding his own smile.

I lowered my gaze, then closed my eyes, rubbing my cheek against him. “We’re in love,” I whispered.

He didn’t speak right away, but when he did, his voice was soft. “Sounded like it, last night.”

I smiled. He said, “He needs to sleep in his own bed.”

I shook my head.


Again, I shook my head, and after several long moments, he said, “Please tell me he’s wearing a rubber.”

I didn’t answer. More silence, then... “Jesus, baby.”

“Don’t do that,” I said, my voice soft.

He blew out a frustrated breath. “From now on, he wears a rubber.”

I shook my head.

“Yes, Jackie.”

“No. I want to feel him inside of me.”


I met his gaze then. “I want you to wear a rubber when you have sex with your mother.”

I watched the storm in his eyes. He knew I had him. I lowered my cheek to his chest. “I want him naked against me, just like you want to feel your mother’s naked vagina around your cock.”

I felt him hardening under my ass as my words hung in the air. I said, “Take me to bed. I want to hear about your date.”

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by Victoria Blackstone

Boys Need Their Mothers No.2

Published by Lot’s Cave

Boys Need Their Mothers No.2

All For Momma, © 2021, by Victoria Blackstone

All Rights Reserved

Cover by Lot’s Cave

All Characters In This Book Are Age 18 Or Older

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

A Lot’s Cave Novel


Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10



Author’s Note

Family Exotica

Incest Erotica

Other Novels

Chapter 1

I woke to the ringing phone, and stared at the thing as I tried to gather my bearings. My brows drew as it came to me that the ring tone was wrong. It wasn’t the house phone but, rather, my cell. Which was on the dresser.

Across the room.

With a groan, I rolled out of bed. I checked the caller ID as I slid back into bed. “Hi, baby.” I snuggled up to Bobby with a sigh.

“Morning, sleepy head.”

My brows drew. It was still dark. “What time is it?” Even as I spoke the words, I was focusing on the clock. It was coming up on four am. “Never mind. Where are you?”

“In the front room.”

Apparently, Bobby could hear his voice, for a look of alarm took over his face. I ran my fingers through his hair, in an effort to calm him. To his father, I said, “I’ll be out in a minute.”


I disconnected and sighed, offering Bobby a reassuring smile. “Guess you heard that?”

He nodded.

“Gonna go talk to him, wanna go back to sleep?”

“Here?!” he said, clearly alarmed.

I nodded, while touching a finger to his lips. “This is where you belong,” I murmured. “With me.” Oh, I know the bed isn’t big enough for three, though it is a king, but I wanted him to know that I’m on his side, that I really do want to be with him.

He gave me a dubious look. “I’m nervous.”

I shook my head. “Relax, baby boy, he’s your father; he loves you very much.”

He nodded, exhaling. I pressed my lips to his forehead, then rolled out of bed. I slipped into my nightie, then blew him a kiss.

I found James in his chair, an unreadable expression on his face. I curled up in his lap and lowered my head onto his shoulder. “Love you, my sweet man.”

He brushed his cheek against my hair. “Love you too.”

I began to work the buttons on his shirt. “Kiss your momma for me?”

He laughed softly. “Actually, I did. She said to tell you you’re a troublemaker, but that she loves you very much.”

I smiled as I pulled his shirt open, as I ran my hand over his chest. “Tell me about this kiss.”

He sighed. “Wonderful,” he murmured. “Just... wonderful.”

I teased the hair at the base of his stomach. “Yeah?”

He nodded. “It was... indescribable.”

I reached for the button on his pants, then the zipper. “I know the feeling.”

He laughed softly, then moaned when I found his cock. “Were you two really... making love when I called?”

I nodded, as I wrapped my hand around him.

“Wow,” he said, as I began to stroke him.

I began to kiss a trail down his chest, over his belly. “Make love to your mother?”

His fingers moved into my hair and he began sifting through it. “No.”

I sucked on the head for a moment. “Tell me what I want to know.”

He laughed soundlessly, then groaned softly when I took him deeper. “She has the sweetest tongue,” he said, his voice just reaching me. “And the wettest pussy.”

I shivered, my own vagina contracting at the thought. I tightened my grip on him, pulling the skin tight as I ran my tongue up the sensitive underside. “Wetter than mine?”

A slow smile pulled his lips and he groaned. He began to pull at my hair then, easing me off of him. I allowed him to slip out of my mouth, and watched as he brought his fingers to me. I caught the unmistakable scent of a woman, and in the next moment he was pushing his fingers into my mouth. I shook my head, more surprised than anything else, but as the taste registered, so unbelievably delicious, I moaned, exhaling, relaxing against him as I began to suck and lick at his fingers, wishing for more than the trace of her essence. I knew, in that moment, that I wanted more of her. As I continued to clean his fingers, I was already processing, already working on a plan that would get her to open her legs for me.


I nodded, moaning, moving back toward his cock. He pulled his fingers from between my lips and I wrapped them around him, sucking for all I was worth, wanting his warm cream. I was rewarded, only a few moments later, when his grip tightened in my hair, when he began to push at me, and as I sucked at him, a vignette played through in my mind, the one of me taking Bobby into my throat, and though I’d promised myself I would do the same with James, now wasn’t the time. Soon, I told myself, as he began to throb. I eased up, relaxing the pressure of my lips, knowing he liked me just barely holding him as he rode out his orgasm. And when the last of his cream dribbled out onto my tongue, I swallowed, then ran my tongue up the underside of him, again and again, until he pulled me from him with a low moan.

“Unbelievable,” he murmured.

I moved up onto his chest. We sat in silence for several minutes, his heart rate calming. I hugged him, then stood, offered him my hand, and began to pulled him toward our room. I turned to face him, as he spotted Bobby, and reached up to rub his chest. His gaze came down to meet mine, to reveal the protest in them. I shook my head, holding his gaze. “He belongs with me,” I whispered.

He shook his head.

“Yes, baby, I want him with me.”

He focused on me, his eyes studying my own. “He has his own bed.”

“And maybe tomorrow he’ll return to it but, tonight, I want him with me.”

“Then take him to his room,” he said, his voice only for me.

I held his gaze, waiting, and though it took a few long moments, he blew out a quiet breath. “Fine. One night.”

I had no intention of limiting it to tonight, but I thanked him with a smile.

He exhaled again. “Gonna get ready for bed.”

I pulled him toward the bathroom. I needed to pee and I wanted to brush my teeth.

Though he finished before me, he waited, then followed me out. I offered Bobby a reassuring smile as I crawled toward him. I rubbed my nose against his. “Give me a few minutes?”

He nodded, the slightest movement. He was nervous, but there wasn’t anything to do about it at the moment. I drew the tip of my finger down his nose, smiling, then I moved to cuddle up to James, my head on his shoulder. “You don’t smell like her. Is it safe to say you didn’t go down on her?” I said, my voice only for him.

He shook his head.

“You wanted to though, didn’t you?”

He sighed. “Like you can’t imagine.”

My brow twitched. “Oh, but I can.”

He laughed softly. I said, “Once you get your tongue in her, she’ll never wanna let you go.”

He was quiet for several long moments. “I’m nervous you're gonna let me go.”

I shook my head. “No, baby, never.”

Into the silence, he said, “He’s probably really nervous.”

I nodded.

He said, “Go. Just... save some time for me, tomorrow.”

“I will, baby, I promise.”

He kissed my temple. “Go.”

Bobby looked relieved, when I found his gaze, and he visibly relaxed when I cuddled up to him. “Doing okay?”

He shrugged. I said, “We can go to your room, if it’ll make you feel better.”

“What do you want?”

I gave him my warmest smile. “I want you here, in my bed, where you belong.”

He smiled, shy. I traced the ridge of his ear. “Go brush. I want to kiss you.”

“Now?” he whispered, surprised.

I nodded, and when he didn’t move, I moved to nibble his ear, making him shiver. “Go.”

I waited until he was out the door before moving back to James.

“Thought you wanted him to stay.”

“I do. He went to brush his teeth.”

He laughed softly. “Please tell me you aren’t gonna tease me any more than you already have.”

I brushed my thumb over his chest. “I gave you head. Didn’t that take the edge off?”

Again, he laughed. “It did, and thank you, by the way.”

“Welcome. I really enjoyed it.”

We fell into silence, and when Bobby returned, I moved back to him. We settled, facing each other, our foreheads touching, and for several long moments I stared into his eyes. “Doing okay?”

He hesitated before nodding. I pressed my lips to his for a sweet but short kiss. “Such soft lips.”

I held his gaze, waiting impatiently, and within a few short moments he brushed his lips to mine. We spent another few moments staring into each others eyes. “You know you wanna,” I purred.

He smiled but continued to stare. I flexed my fingers against his skin. “Kiss your momma?”

He nodded, and still he didn’t move.

“What, baby?”

He shook his head, holding back a smile. I gripped him again, biting my lip, telling him with my eyes that I wanted him. And still he only stared. “Nervous?” Even as the word left my lips, I knew he wasn’t.


Into the long silence. I said, “How long will you do this for?”

“All night. You have the prettiest eyes.”

I shook my head slowly, speechless. I rubbed my nose against his, and again the silence stretched on. I broke it. “Tell me what you’re thinking?”

A slow smile pulled his lips. “I’m thinking about how you wake me up for school, with kisses, how nice that feels.”

“I’ve done that since you were a toddler. Did you know that?”

He shook his head. I said, “Even when you were an infant, I would kiss you all over your face and your stomach and your hands and your feet. You would laugh and laugh.” Slowly, the smile left my face. “Promise me you’ll always remember that I love you.”

He nodded. I gave him a pleading look. “Remember, Bobby, you tell me you want to stop, and we’ll stop, okay? I promise I’ll never stop loving you.”

“Don’t wanna stop,” he whispered. He reached up to touch a finger to my lips. “Never gonna wanna stop loving you.” He replaced his finger with his lips, making me moan. He pulled back, his head shaking, a finger to his lips. Then, again, he pressed his lips to mine, sucking at the upper and then the lower, back and forth, making me dizzy.

“Can’t get enough of your sweet lips,” I whispered.

The little nips turned heated, and his tongue slipped past my lips. I moaned into his mouth, my grip tightening on his wrist. I pulled my knee up, just grazing his cock, and as the kiss stretched on, as his tongue continued to tease my own, his hand began to roam, his fingers teasing my thigh, creeping toward my ass, slowly, closer and closer, and then he was squeezing me, kneading me, his fingers drawing closer to my sex. He’d already satisfied me a handful of times, and still I wanted more of him. I ached for him, my vulva, swollen and puffy, my clit, hard and distended and begging for his attention.

His fingers finally reached me, teasing my labia, pulling at me, opening me up, making me moan into his mouth. I moved my hips, trying to get him closer, but he only continued to tease me. I broke the kiss. “Stop it,” I murmured.

“Stop what, baby?”

I shivered at his words, at their seductive tone. With but a few weeks of practice, he was sexier than any man I’d ever met. “Stop teasing me,” I said, my voice the lowest of whispers.

“What do you want?”

I spoke against his lips, “I want your fingers.”

“You have them.”

I moved against him. “Please, baby.”

Slowly, ever so slowly, he sent his fingers drifting through me, making me moan, but all too quickly, they were gone, and I watched as he brought his hand up, my scent filling the air around us as he brushed them to my lips. I took them in, staring into his eyes as I sucked at them. “Like sugar,” I murmured, when he pulled them out.

He moved back down, over my stomach, making me hiss when he brushed over my clit. I shook my head, lip caught in my teeth, as he moved lower. Again, he coated his fingers, then again brought them up, this time slipping them between his own lips.

I rolled atop him then, the desire to feel him pushing into me too strong to ignore. I reached between us to wrap my fingers around him and, my gaze on his, lined him up. I held my breath as I began to push back against him, concentrating with everything I had, not to moan as he began to slip in. I bit my lip as inch after glorious inch of him slid in. I released the breath I held when I felt him bottom out. “Delicious,” I murmured. He nodded. I squeezed down on him, then again and again, enjoying the look of bliss in his eyes. “Milk you,” I said, my lips touching his.

“Make me come, if you keep that up.”

It came to me that we were making love only a couple feet away from his father. The thought made my head swim. I lost myself in his eyes as I lifted off of him, stopping with the head dancing at my entrance, teasing us both, then I pushed back against him, taking all of him in one smooth stroke. I moved my hips, rolling them the slightest bit, teasing him. “Feel that?”

He nodded.

“My cervix.”

His focus sharpened. “Shouldn’t we be using a condom or something?”

I shook my head as I continued to moved my hips. “I want to feel you inside of me, not some piece of rubber.”

“Are you on the pill?”

I eased off of him, then pushed back against him. “No.” I squeezed down on him, watching as his eyelids fluttered. “It’s the wrong time of the month.”

His eyes slid closed, a low moan escaped him. It may have been the wrong time of the month, just then, but it wouldn’t be for long. Resolutely, I pushed all thoughts of pregnancies and babies from my mind, and concentrated on the feel of him inside of me, on the thrill of riding him while my husband lay beside us. I moved my lips to his ear. “Want you on top now, baby. I need to feel you thrusting into me.”

He shook his head. I pulled back to see his face.

“I can’t,” he whispered. “Maybe we should go to my room.”

“Pretty sure your brother would hear your bed moving.”

He made a face. I squeezed down on him, pushing my lip out in a cute pout. A small smile pulled his lips and he shook his head, sighing. I kissed him, then pulled slowly off of him, and I couldn’t resist sliding down and taking him into my mouth, cleaning him off, thinking about my mother-in-law, as I did. My mouth watered at the thought of cleaning her delicious nectar off of her son’s cock.

I moved back up to rub against him, then took his place when he moved. I wrapped my fingers around him and held onto him as he positioned himself between my legs, stared up into his eyes, so dark in the moonlight, as I pushed his smooth tip up and down through my wet heat. I lined him up at my entrance, and spent a few long moments teasing us both before he began to push. I released a long, low moan as he sank into me, then another when he bottomed out. “So good in me,” I murmured. “So unbelievably good.”

He teased my lips with his own. “Warm.”

“Mm. Nice, warm home for my baby.” I ran my fingers through his hair, caressing him. “Always gonna be there for you.”

Again, he kissed me. I tilted my hips up, enticing him. “Come to momma, baby.”

He moaned softly as he began to pull out, an inch maybe, then he pushed back in, slowly and gently. He held himself there, pushed up tight to my cervix. Again, I rolled my hips up, my eyes pleading with him. He shook his head, a small smile forming. He moved his lips to my ear. “Seriously? With him here?”

I ran a hands down to the small of his back, then onto his ass, and pulled him tight to me as I arched up to meet him. He pulled back to meet my gaze and I nodded. “Hard, baby boy. Show me how much you love me.”

He hesitated only a moment before pulling back. He hovered there, waiting, staring into my eyes, then he dropped his hips, making my breath catch, the sound of our bodies slapping together loud and oh, so naughty. I licked my lips, my gaze dropping. I willed him to me but he shook his head, and held my gaze as he pulled back. Again, he came at me, hard, pushing me into the mattress. I swallowed, trying desperately to contain the moans that threatened to escape.

Making love with him with my husband in the same bed wasn’t something I really wanted to do. No, I would much prefer a nice, quiet place of our own, somewhere we wouldn’t be disturbed, somewhere we were free to enjoy each other without feeling watched, without feeling self-conscious. Bobby’s room wasn’t an option, though, due to the fact that his brother’s headboard butted up against their shared wall. If Ricky didn’t hear the squeaking of his bed, he’d surely hear our moans of passion, and the last thing I wanted was for him to find out about us.

This, my own bed, my husband nearby, really was our only viable option. Bobby moved his hips, rubbing his swollen knob back and forth over my cervix, making my breath catch. I wiggled my hips. “More, baby boy, lots more.”

I pressed my lips to his, when he eased out, found his tongue as he teased my entrance, and I groaned into his mouth when he thrust into me hard, nudging my cervix, then again and again. I pulled my knees back, opening myself up to him, enjoying the feel of him thrusting into me, and within moments I was coming, shuddering under him, my pussy convulsing around him, squeezing him, over and over.

I rode one wave after the next, one orgasm after another as he thrust into me, over and over again. I have no idea how long he went at me for before I felt his back arch. Buried in me to the hilt, he began to throb. I bore down on him with everything I had, caressing him, clasping at him, milking him. “That’s it, baby,” I purred. “All for momma.” I held him to me, brushing my cheek against his, whispering my love for him as the tremors shook him. “Love you so much, my sweet boy.”

He panted in my ear as the tension began to leave him, his muscles relaxing. He grew heavy as he settled atop me, all of his weight. I caressed his back, while sifting my fingers through his hair. “This is where you belong, my baby,” I murmured. “Soaking in momma’s vagina.”

I waited until he began to soften before breaking the spell. “Grab us a towel?”

He moaned as he began to move, and I slipped a hand between my legs to capture our leaking mess. I turned at the feel of James’ finger on my arm, and offered him a nervous smile. “Doing okay?”

He shrugged.

“I love you,” I whispered, my tone full of conviction.

“I know.”

“Thank you for being so patient.”

He nodded, a small smile pulling his lips. “Gonna need some attention later.”

I returned his smile. “After breakfast. Gonna spoil you.”

I shifted my focus, and followed Bobby’s gaze as he neared, held it as he sat on the edge of the bed, looking unsure what to do. I set one foot on his thigh, and ran my other up and down his arm, teasing him with my toes. “Clean your mess, baby.”

He went to work, first on my pussy, then on my hand, and when he was finished I moved toward the middle of the bed and patted the mattress. He stretched out against me, our legs entwining, our foreheads touching. “Make me feel so good,” I murmured.

He smiled, even as his eyes drifted closed.

I woke needing to pee. It took a few moments for my mind to clear, to remember how Bobby had come to be curled around me. As gently as I could, I slipped out of his embrace and padded to the bathroom.

I was hungry, and I wanted to find James. I wanted to cuddle with him, to show him that I still need him. First, though, I needed a shower.

I left the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Bobby was still asleep, so I dressed as quietly as I could, then went in search of James. He was in the back yard, relaxing on one of the loungers, reading. I offered him a warm smile, then leaned over him for a brief but warm kiss. “Morning.”


He followed me with his eyes as I sat on the edge of his chair. I reached out to touch his hand, to run my fingers over his skin. “Hungry?”

He nodded.

“Gonna go make us some breakfast.”

Again, he nodded. I left him with another kiss.

After breakfast, we moved to the front room. I curled up on his lap, and for several minutes we were quiet, my thumb caressing his collar, my gaze on my new ring. He still hadn’t noticed it. He took a deep breath, held it for a few moments, then released it. “That was interesting.”

I assumed he meant last night; Bobby and I. I rubbed my cheek against his chest, waiting to see if he had more to say, but after several quiet moments, I said, “It means a lot to me that you’re being so patient with me. I know I’m asking a lot.”

“You don’t ask for much.”

The soft tone of his voice warmed me, as did the sentiment of his words. “You’re a good man, James.”

“You’re a good woman.” He kissed the top of my head. “And a good mother.”

“Do you really think so?”

“I do. Those boys are as carefree and happy as they are because of you.”

I couldn’t help the smile. “I’m pretty sure it’s both of us, but thank you.”

I heard a door open and a few moments later Bobby appeared at the end of the hall. I held a hand out to him and he entered, looking more nervous than I think I’ve ever seen him. He stopped just shy of us and took my hand, sparing his father a quick, small smile before focusing on me. I squeezed his hand. “How did you sleep?”

He shrugged. “Okay.”

I offered him a warm smile. “Your father and I would like to spend some time together. Think you can entertain yourself for a few hours?”

He nodded. “I have homework, and I need to wash the cars.”

I squeezed his hand again then released him. When we were alone, James reached for my hand. The silence stretched on as he inspected my ring. “What’s this?”

I shrugged, a shy smile pulling my lips.

“Where did you get this?”

I held his gaze, waiting.

“Seriously? Is this from him?”

“It is. Do you like it?”

He frowned. “It’s an engagement ring, Jacqueline.”

I couldn’t help the smile. He shook his head. “Bit much, don’t you think?”

“I don’t. He picked it out, and he payed for it.”

“With what money?”

“He earned it; doing things around the house, washing cars, some of the other neighbors’ yard work...”

The frown persisted. I said, “He worked for it, baby. It was the most wonderful feeling, watching him work for something.”

“But an engagement ring? You can’t go around wearing this thing.”

I pulled my hand from his, pressed it to my chest, and covered it with my other hand. “I’m not taking it off. It would hurt him.”

“And what, exactly, are you going to tell Ricky when he sees it? When my mother sees it?”

“Gonna tell anybody who asks that my sweetheart got it for me. They don’t need to know which one,” I murmured.

I could feel his eyes on me. Into the silence he said, “He needs a girlfriend, Jackie.”

“He has one,” I whispered.


I closed my eyes.


I tilted my head, allowing my hair to fall, effectively covering my face. He exhaled, and a moment later he reached for me and tilted my head up. I could feel him staring. I opened my eyes to meet his gaze, and held it, waiting. Again, he exhaled. He reached up to cup my cheek, his thumb brushing over my skin. “Baby... He needs a girl his own age.”

“I told him that.”

“And what did he say?”

“He said he’d look for one.”

We fell into a short silence. He said, “He can’t...” He blew out a breath. “How long do you think you can do this for, before somebody catches on? I’m thinking of Ricky.”

“Nobody’s going to catch on. He’s very discreet. Watch him, James, he’s a gentleman when his brother’s around.”

“Everybody makes mistakes, Jackie. Eventually, he’ll out you. What then?”

“I choose to believe we’ll be fine.”

For several moments he stared at me, then... “How long do you see this going on for?”

I bit my lip, hiding a smile.

He shook his head. “Jackie...”

“He asked me to be his girlfriend, baby, and I accepted. It’ll last until he meets somebody who catches his eye.”

“He asked you out?”

I nodded, biting my lip. I held up my hand, showing him my ring. “He even got me a ring.”

He shook his head, withholding his own smile.

I lowered my gaze, then closed my eyes, rubbing my cheek against him. “We’re in love,” I whispered.

He didn’t speak right away, but when he did, his voice was soft. “Sounded like it, last night.”

I smiled. He said, “He needs to sleep in his own bed.”

I shook my head.


Again I shook my head, and after several long moments, he said, “Please tell me he’s wearing a rubber.”

I didn’t answer. More silence, then... “Jesus, baby.”

“Don’t do that,” I said, my voice soft.

He blew out a frustrated breath. “From now on, he wears a rubber.”

I shook my head.

“Yes, Jackie.”

“No. I want to feel him inside of me.”


I met his gaze then. “I want you to wear a rubber when you have sex with your mother.”

I watched the storm in his eyes. He knew I had him. I lowered my cheek to his chest. “I want him naked against me, just like you want to feel your mother’s naked vagina around your cock.”

I felt him hardening under my ass as my words hung in the air. I said, “Take me to bed. I want to hear about your date.”

Wordlessly, he stood, taking me with him. He locked us in and set me down. We undressed each other and I crawled onto the bed, opening my legs for him. I rubbed my foot against the sheet. “Lay down here and tell me.”

He laughed soundlessly but moved to lay at my feet. He stared up between my legs, his gaze on my fingers as I began to tease myself.

“What would you like to know?”

My brow twitched. “Tell me how you came to have your mother’s honey on your fingers.”

His eyes slid closed and he rolled onto his back, moaning softly. I lifted a foot and set it on his shoulder, flexing my toes against his skin. “Playing with your momma’s pussy, sweetheart?”

He nodded, smiling.

“Tell me.”

He shook his head. “It was amazing.” He turned, his eyes coming open, focusing on my own for a moment before moving down. “We were dancing, swaying really, for hours. I think she went pee, like, four times. And every time she returned, she had this really nervous smile.”

I leaned toward him to offer him my fingers. He moaned around them, his gaze on mine as he cleaned them off, and when he’d gotten every trace of me, I resumed masturbating.

He watched me for a few moments, then spoke, his attention on my fingers. “I think we were dancing for maybe an hour when I got hard. I was thinking about what you’d said... about making love.” He watched me for a few moments, then... “She grew nervous when she felt it, and she moved so we weren’t touching, but I pulled her back.” His gaze came up to meet mine, his head shaking. “I was so fucking nervous... holding my breath... She told me I needed to breathe and we both laughed. And just that release of tension made me light-headed.”

I pulled my fingers from myself, not wanting to come yet, and reached out to slip them into his mouth. I held his gaze as he cleaned them. “Such a sexy man.”

I moved back against the pillows, this time concentrating on my breasts. He said, “We stayed like that for a long time, neither of us moving, her head on my shoulder, mine on hers. It was positively intoxicating to feel her against me.”

“Wait until you feel her wrapped around you.”

He groaned, his head shaking. “I think I’d die.” His gaze settled on my nipples, and for a few moments he watched me tease them. “She wanted to know whether you were satisfying me.”

I laughed softly. He said, “I told her you’re a wonderful lover.”

“And what did she say to that?”

He shivered. “She rubbed against me, asked me why I was hard.” He met my gaze. “I told her it was her fault, that she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known. I told her she’s been making me hard for the past twenty-five years. That made her laugh.” His hand closed around my ankle and he lifted my foot, making room for himself between my legs. “You smell fantastic.” He laid with his cheek on my thigh, close enough to my sex that I could feel his breath on me, and met my gaze. “We danced... moved against each other for a long time, and when she came back from her next bathroom trip, as she approached me, she stared at my cock, her head shaking, but she moved right back to me, holding me tight. I was so fucking hard,” he murmured. He moved then, going right for the wettest part of me, making me moan as I pulled him to me, as his lips and tongue began to drive me crazy.

I allowed myself one orgasm, then I pulled him from me and directed his lips to mine. I cleaned my nectar from his face then I held him to me. “I wanna hear the rest.”

He laughed softly. I groaned. “You have no idea how badly I want to call her.”

He shook his head, the smile leaving his face. I ran my fingers through his hair. “Tell me.”

“I did what you said; I put my lips to her ear... told her I’ve wanted to make love to her forever. That killed the moment and she pulled away. She told me that we could never do that.”

“That’s about what I’d have expected.”

“You sounded so sure she was going to be open to me.”

“I still am. Mark my words, baby, she will spread her legs for you, she just needs time to get used to the idea.”

He shook his head. “You have such a way with words.”

I tapped his nose. “What happened next?”

He relaxed against me. “It took a little while but I pulled her back to me. Of course, I was no longer hard. We listened to the music for quite a while, swaying together, but I couldn’t stop thinking about being hard against her, that she’d felt it, and when I got hard again she pulled back, but she kept her cheek on my shoulder. I think I kind of knew then that she was torn, and all I could think about was getting her back against me. Your words came to me; you told me that once I got my lips on her neck, she’d melt in my arms.”

“Not sure those are my exact words, but...” I pushed my fingers through his hair. “Go on.”

“Well, she stiffened when I kissed her, but she didn’t pull away, and I swear I heard her first moan like it was a fucking scream.”

I laughed softly. He groaned. “So unbelievably sexy.” He shook his head. “It wasn’t two full minutes before she was pulled back up against me, moaning while I sucked and licked at her, her fingers gripping me so hard... I’m surprised she didn’t leave bruises.”

“Did you give her a hickey?”

He nodded, his eyes full of excitement. I reached for my hair and pulled it aside, watching his eyes as he processed. He shook his head. “Bad girl. You never let me do that.”

“You’re not my son,” I murmured, holding his gaze as the words lingered in the air.

“Naughty girl,” he purred.

I curled a lock of his hair around a finger. “Tell me the rest.”

It took him a moment to find his place. “We were like two teenagers after that. I think it was less than five minutes later that we were kissing.” He rolled his eyes. “God, it was the most incredible experience. Amazingly hot.”

I was nodding. He shook his head. “You let him kiss you that way?”

Again, I nodded, lip caught in my teeth.

He turned serious. “Kid’s got no incentive to look for a girlfriend, Jackie.”

My eyes boring into his, I said, “Gonna spread my legs for him anytime he wants me to, until I’m too old for sex,” I murmured.


I put a finger to his lips. “Use that word with your mother, not with me.”

He nodded, a smile pulling his lips. I said, “Once you’ve felt her pussy on your cock, you’ll understand why I need him in my bed.”

He shook his head, pulling in a breath, a protest imminent. I returned my finger to his lips, my head shaking. “Yes, baby, tonight, tomorrow night... anytime he wants me. I won’t say no to him, James... ever.” He was shaking his head. I said, “Argue with me after you’ve had your mother.”

He held my gaze for a long time. The ringing phone shattered the moment like a sledge hammer to a wine glass. He continued to stare at me as I pushed my fingers through his hair. “It’s your mother,” I murmured.

His lip twitched.

“I’m willing to put money on it, are you?”

It rang two more times, then went to voicemail. I stared into his eyes as her voice broke the quiet. “Anybody home? Jackie? James?”

“Hand me the phone.”

He shook his head.

“Yes, baby.”

He hesitated only a moment before blowing out a breath and reaching for the thing. He offered it to me and I held his gaze as I put it to my ear. “Hello, Mother-in-law, what can I do for you?”

She laughed, sounding nervous. “I wasn’t sure you were there.”

“I’m here,” I said, my tone soft, my eyes trained on his.

“And what are you up to on this fine Saturday morning?”

“I’m lying here with your son.”

“Oh. Maybe I should let you go.”

“Nonsense. We were actually talking about you.”

James was shaking his head now. I cupped his cheek, caressing his lips with my thumb. “He was just getting to the part where you two were making out like teenagers.”

His eyes slid closed, a soft groan escaping him. She was silent. I said, “What a terribly naughty thing for a mother to do with her son,” I purred.

“He told you that?”

“He did.”

“God, how embarrassing.”

“And here I was, thinking about how unbelievably delicious it sounded.”

His eyes came open then. In my softest tone, I said, “You have nothing to be embarrassed about. I told you, the kissing’s the best part.”

She laughed uneasily. “I remember you telling me that.”

“Mm.” I teased James’ lips with the tip of my finger, then directed him to my nipple. “But I still don’t know how he came to have your honey on his fingers.”

She groaned, long and low. He bit down, making me moan. I tapped the tip of his nose. “Mother-in-law?”

“I’m here, but I’m oh, so close to hanging up.”

“Do that and I won’t let him come out and play tonight.”

She laughed, nervous. “You’re awful.”

“You love me.”

“I do.”

In my softest tone, I said, “I love you too.” Into the short silence, I said, “Your son’s nibbling on my nipple.”

“What’s gotten into you?”

I showed James my tongue in a silent request. To her I said, “You still haven’t answered my question.”

“Which question?”

“I asked how your honey got on his fingers.”

“I am not having this conversation with you.”

“He’ll tell me. In fact, he was just getting to that part when you called. I just think it would be so much more interesting for you to tell me.”

“No,” she said, after a brief silence.

In my huskiest tone, I said, “Let your baby’s fingers in your cookie jar?”

“You’re terrible.”

“He looks really annoyed.”

“So do I.”

I moaned when he got aggressive. My gaze on his, I said, “You taste wonderful, by the way.”

“Jesus,” she murmured.

I laughed softly, but I moaned again when he bit down.

“Why are you doing this to me?”

I traced his eyebrow with the tip of my finger. “You could hang up...”

“Let you scare me off? Never!”

I settled further into the pillows. In my mind, her words were tantamount to a free pass. I pulled him from my breast and nudged him lower, and I waited until his lips closed around my clit before speaking. “He moved.” Into the silence, I said, “Where do you think he is now?”

“I’m not going to do this with you, Jacqueline.”

“Do what?”

“This... whatever.”

I ran my fingers through his hair. “I think it’s called phone sex.” I winked at him when he shook his head.

“Yes, that. I’m not going there with you.”

I moaned again.

“Can’t believe you,” she said, her tone more intimate.

“You’re jealous.”

Into the silence, I said, “That’s it, isn't it? You wanna be where I am, don’t you?”

“Not playing.”

I laughed softly. “Fine, but at least tell me how your honey got on his fingers.”

“Bad girl.”

“Gonna let him play in your cookie jar again tonight, Mother-in-law?”

“I have to go.”

“Really wanna hear it from you, Priscilla.”

The silence stretched on for so long I was convinced she wouldn’t answer, but... “You know damned well how it got there.”

“He wants to be inside of you, did he tell you that?”

His teeth closed around my clit, making me jump.

“You’re terrible,” she whispered.

“Did he tell you that?”

When she didn’t answer, I said, “He told me he’d give anything to be inside of you.”

“He said that?”

I smiled at him. “He did. Tell me where you think he is, Mother.”

“I can’t.”

“He has the sweetest tongue.”

Into the silence, I said, “You can’t wait to kiss him again, can you?”