When she heard the sound of her mother's high-heels clicking softly on the stairs, Lesa Ann knelt down, hiding herself in shadows. She had heard the argument between Charlie and Janet, and it rather frightened her.
When Janet went to the bathroom, Lesa Ann hugged her knees, keeping herself hidden in shadows. A thousand questions danced in the girl's mind.
Where could she find a place to play with ha cunt and clit until she found the sexual release she so avidly needed? Were her parents going to get a divorce? How could she ever survive in the house with so little privacy?
Lesa Ann closed her eyes, putting her chin on her knees, wondering if her family were failing apart all around her.
Janet was glad that she didn't rim into anyone on her way to the bathroom. She closed the bathroom door before turning the light on..
When she looked at her reflection in the mirror, she saw something that she hadn't seen in a long, long time.
Confidence. That's what Janet saw in her eyes. Confidence. The sure knowledge that even though she was in her late thirties-pushing forty, in fact-she was still an extremely good looking woman with a stunning, curvaceous body.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Janet studied her tits. She had always been proud of them. They were mounds of billowing, creamy flesh that Charlie had once loved to have pressed around his cock: He used to kiss them and suck on the nipples for hours on end.
Janet cupped her tits, raising them slightly. The pink areolas were sensual, not quite perfectly round. They were actually oval-shaped and quite large, surrounding her nubby nipples which were still hard and erect with excitement.
Taking a wash cloth, Janet rubbed her tits, getting the film coating of her son's cum off them. She washed her neck and face, then refastened the clasp of her bra, fucking her milky tits into the white lace cups. After buttoning her blouse and re-tucking it into her skirt, she felt she was ready to go to a bar.
"Maybe I'll find some hunky guy and fuck him," she whispered challengingly to her mirror reflection.
But she knew she wouldn't. She loved Charlie, even if he had suddenly changed after losing his job and house. She loved him more than she could imagine, and her little dalliance with Jonas had been just that-a dalliance. Jonas had surprised her at a time when she was emotionally weak, at a time when she needed a cock. As long as she had been with her son, Janet figured she hadn't really cheated on Charlie.
The big-titted blonde ran a brush through her shoulder-length hair, then dabbed perfume on her neck and between her tits. On impulse, she added a touch of lip gloss to her mouth.
Janet was just about to leave the bathroom- she had already switched off the light-when she heard footsteps. Her heart leaped in her chest. The last thing she wanted to do was run into anyone. She didn't want to explain to anyone why she was leaving the house.
She heard a hand at the door knob and Janet took two quick steps backward. She just barely missed being hit by the opening door as Mitchell, her other son, stepped in.
He flipped on the light switch, squinting his eyes against the sudden bright light. He never noticed his mother standing so close to him as he opened his robe and brought out a raging hard-on.
It wasn't until Janet gasped at the sight of her son's cock that Mitchell realized he wasn't alone in the bathroom. He wheeled around to face the sound, his bone-hard prick still clutched in his hand, shock registering in his eyes.
"Mother!" he hissed in surprise.
Janet put a finger to her lips, quieting the boy before he made any more noise. She tried unsuccessfully to keep from gawking at his big, delicious-looking cock. Mitchell's prick wasn't as big as Jonas', but it was still quite large. Janet's experience told her Mitchell's prick would measure a cunt-stretching eight inches long. It was only slightly less in length than her husband's, and about the same thickness.
Janet asked Mitchell several questions, staring straight into his eyes, telling him he had no reason to be embarrassed and that all she wanted from him was die truth. He explained he had been in bed, his mind going from one fantasy to the next. The only way he would ever get to sleep was if he went into the bathroom
and jerked off. That was why he had come there with a hard-on swelling out the front of his robe.
"I understand," Janet whispered. "You have to have relief almost constantly." Janet swallowed the tight lump in her throat, fighting to say the words she knew she must. "I am your mother, and I'm supposed to help you through your… problems. If you would like to… use me, use my body, you may. We'll just pretend that none of this is actually happening. You'll keep your eyes closed and let your fantasies run wild, and I'll just pretend that nothing is happening at all."
Janet didn't believe heron words, but she felt better about having said what she did. Her cunt was burning with desire, slick pussy-juice lubricating the pink lips of her cunt. Her clit was hard and erect, tingling with lust, ready for excitement.
Mitchell went to kiss Janet, but she turned her face away from him, avoiding his searching lips.
"No," she whispered. "That's too intimate. Just do whatever you must do to find relief. I won't stop you."
Mitchell shrugged his shoulders sad his robe fell to the floor of the bathroom. He was completely
naked now, his cock sticking straight out in front of him. The teenager's mind was reeling. He just couldn't believe what was happening. Though he did not admit it to Janet, he had lusted after his own mother for a long, long time.
"You can touch me, if you need to," Janet whispered, keeping her face turned away from her son. She burned with the need to feel his hands caressing her body. "I won't stop you, no matter what you want-I mean need-to do. I want you to be happy, Mitchell. I want you to be able to find relief in me."
In his unbridled lust, Mitchell worked quickly. He opened Janet's blouse, pulling it out of her skirt, and then taking it off. Janet shivered, feeling the heat of her son's gaze on her tits. The bra gave her an unnaturally tight cleavage, making her look stupendous.
Mitchell took his mother by the shoulders, turning her so that she leaned against the bathroom sink. Janet placed her hands on the countertop, spreading her feet slightly, completely availing her succulent, curvaceous body to her son's frightened but inquisitive hands and fingers.
Very gently Mitchell eased his fingers inside
his mother's bra. He unhooked the bra and pushed the cups away from her tits. The moment he laid his eyes on Janet's big, round, creamy melons of tit-flesh, Mitchell groaned softly and threw his face between them. Grabbing her tits, he pressed them against his cheeks, inhaling deeply, his cock wagging and throbbing, standing out from his body.
Janet turned her face up, tipping her head back on her shoulders. Her skin felt electrified. When Mitchell's hands went from her tits to cup her ass, she purred softly, fighting with fading will power against the rising tide of her unquenchable lust.
"Take me however you want me," Janet whispered, shocked at the cock-hunger that consumed her judgment. "Take your relief in me, my son."
Mitchell pressed his fingers deep into Janet's ass-cheeks, bending down to kiss the smooth arch of her neck. The scent of her femininity, combined with her delicate perfume, was a heady aroma that made his head swim. He caught the tab of her skirt's zipper and tugged it slowly dawn. In the silence of the bathroom, the sound of the metal teeth separating seemed magnified.
Mitchell pushed the skirt past the full, sweeping curves of Janet's hips. The skirt, a dark navy blue color, crumpled in a heap at her ankles. Janet stepped out of the skirt, keeping her feet close together. Mitchell immediately pulled her panties down to her knees. Janet tried to step out of them though the bikinis remained wrapped around one ankle.