A family affair – pt.1

John came in from soccer practice, threw his backpack in the den and went to the kitchen. He saw his mother standing at the sink and, with a large smile, said, “Hey, Mom, what’s shaking?”
Anne didn’t look up, but she smiled nonetheless. It was their own private greeting – one which John had used for years every time he got home from school. “Just my ass,” she replied, giving him the standard retort, “what’s shaking with you?”
As he threw off his shirt, shoes, socks and shorts, John looked at his mother’s naked ass. There wasn’t much there to shake, he thought, except firm muscles. He let his eyes travel up her nude form and admired how nicely she’d kept her figure. Despite two children, a divorce, and countless jobs over the years, she had stayed as fit and trim as long as he could remember. Her 5’5” frame carried her 34C breasts nicely and her hips hadn’t spread nearly as much as other mothers he’d seen; if his father had only known how beautiful she’d stayed, he thought, he might never have run off with that little bimbo from his office. Oh well, his loss. Stripped to his bare skin, John gathered up his clothes and took them to the laundry area. It felt so much better not having anything on, he thought, especially with the fall staying so warm. He went to the refrigerator and perused the contents for a snack.
Anne finally looked over as he scanned the refrigerator. He’d grown up so much in the past couple of years, she thought, so much like his father she had to stop herself from believing he’d returned. Tall, lean – over 6’ and still under 180 pounds – and toned from all the soccer and track he did in high school, Anne admired his naked form and silently thanked whoever it was up there who watched over young kids. She also felt good about her decision to continue her practice of home nudity, even through the divorce and the kids’ years of puberty. Now that John was 16 and Steph was 17, she didn’t need to worry about their awkwardness at discovering other people didn’t walk around naked in their homes all the time. They had come through that period fine. In fact, they had discovered so much about each other over the past few years that they were a tighter group; they watched over each other with a fierce love and loyalty many families never had. In many ways, she thought with a smile, it was even a deeper love than most other families. She felt a twinge in her stomach and a stirring deeper inside her. Much deeper, she thought.
John pulled a chair over from the table and sat down. Anne put down the lettuce she was cleaning, went over to John and sat down on his lap, straddling his thighs, facing him. She lovingly put her arms around his neck and looked deep into his bright blue eyes. “Everything cool at practice?” she asked.
“Everything’s cool,” he replied, automatically wrapping his arms around her trim waist. “Coach wants me to start this weekend at sweep.” He grinned a silly grin at her. “You got something else on your mind?”
Anne kissed his cheek and moved a bit closer. “I was just feeling a bit nostalgic,” she said, putting her head on his shoulder, “that’s all.” Her breasts brushed his firm chest and she sighed. The touch of his skin against her nipples caused them to quickly harden.
John felt the change in his mother and gently massaged her back. “Feel good?” he asked. He heard her murmur, and he rubbed a bit further. Her skin was so smooth. He remembered times when he would sit on her back and massage her all the way up and down her spine. At the time he hadn’t realized why it caused such a stirring in his groin when he did it, but now he knew the reason. Massaging her back like this caused the same stirring his loins, and now he let the feeling grow.
Anne felt John’s cock rise between her spread legs. She felt the head of his cock press against her vaginal opening. She moved slightly back and let him enter her. Shifting further back on him, she let him slide all the way in before she sat up. He was even larger than his father, easily 9” erect and a full four or five inches in girth. His cock filled her so nicely, too, and she began to slowly move back and forth on it. “Yes, sweetheart,” she whispered, “that feels so good.” She lifted her breast to his mouth and he took her hard nipple. His tongue lashed slowly over the sensitive knob as he rose and fell inside her. Just as it had done countless times before, his gentle sucking motion coupled with his deep penetration brought Anne to a quick climax. She stiffened, her back arched into him, her nipples tingled and went rock hard, and she came to a sudden and fulfilling orgasm on her son’s lap.
“I love it when you cum so quickly,” John said quietly, “but now I have to do something about my own needs.” He smiled up at her face. “Any ideas?”
Anne slipped from his lap to her knees. She bent over his wet, throbbing member and took him in her mouth. If there was one thing she enjoyed as much as the feeling of his hard cock buried deep inside her pussy, it was his hard cock sliding in and out of her mouth. She cradled his heavy balls with her hand and slowly began to suck his rigid tool. The taste of her cum was fresh on him and she licked it off completely, savoring the salty flavor on her tongue. Then she began to pump his long shaft with her hand while she sucked around his swollen head. “Yes, Mom,” he moaned, “yes, just like that. You get me going so fast like that.” She pumped harder, ramming her hand down to his sac and then up to her lips while her tongue swirled around the sensitive rim. “That’s it, that’s it. I’m going to cum. Oh, yes, I’m going to cum!” She dove all the way down, taking nearly all his member in her mouth and sucked as hard as she knew how. As she came back up John jolted, and she was rewarded with a huge load of cum deep in her throat. She stroked him a couple more times and took another load on her tongue. Then she licked him clean while he sat back in the chair.
She had been going down on him ever since he first sprouted pubic hair. That was the year after his father had split and it was tough enough for him without having to battle puberty and sexuality, too. They had always been able to talk about anything; from their nudity, to his first fantasy-induced hard-on, to the correct way to masturbate, to what girls liked and didn’t like.