Our New Neighbors – Ch04: Maxine’s Liberation

This is my favorite chapter so far. I love writing from (Mom) Maxine’s perspective. She is one of the hottest characters I’ve ever written, as you’ll learn in coming chapters. The best stuff this time might not be the sex as much as the tension and the open discussion of taboo. I hope it gets you off! If this one is too slow, just wait for Ch5, which is pure Hardcore.

When I pulled into the driveway after a long, hard day at work, I knew no one was expecting me home, since even I had forgotten that I had traded my second shift with another nurse who needed a day off later in the week. Delighted by the surprise, I headed home to enjoy some relaxing time off. It wasn’t unusual for my husband’s car to be in the driveway even while he was at work, since he often carpooled with a neighbor, but I was horny and I privately hoped he might actually be home. When I got into the house, I called out for Trevor or the kids, but no one responded. The kitchen was a mess. A box of cereal had spilled onto the counter and dirty dishes were everywhere. Disappointed, I headed upstairs to change out of my scrubs, take a shower and ignore the mess.

When I reached the top of the stairs, I heard sounds coming from my son Matt’s bedroom, so I went to investigate. His door was open. Surely he had heard me call out for him when I first came in the door. When I arrived at his doorway, I saw my 15-year-old boy sitting at his desk, completely naked, watching a video on his laptop. He was hunched over slightly, and it was obvious to me what he was doing. I approached until, looking over his shoulder, I could see that he had a porn video playing on the screen. It featured a Latina girl who looked like she couldn’t be more than 14 years old masterfully sucking a huge cock while a second man rammed her from behind.

“What the hell is that?” I asked, announcing my presence. I knew my immodest son was already aware I had entered.

Without looking away from the video, Matt responded: “It’s porn, Mom. What does it look like?”

“That girl looks a little Young. Is this thing legal?”

“I think so,” said Matt. “I found it on a mainstream site.”

I leaned in closer. The “starlet” looked so underage. “Jesus,” I said. “Where do they find these girls?”

“Wish I knew,” said Matt earnestly. I shook my head and rolled my eyes, but I was still standing behind Matt, his own eyes fixated on the screen. “You know, Mom, it’s been a long time since you did this for me,” Matt added, gesturing down toward his cock.

He was right. I hadn’t touched him sexually in several months. Not since the time he asked me to fuck him. Ever since Matt was 10 years old, I had been giving him hand jobs. We had always been physically close, my son and I. I used to scratch his back or rub his feet while we watched TV or while I read him books. Once when he was 10, he started unselfconsciously masturbating while I was reading him a young-adult novel at bedtime. During a passage that involved some teens making out, he just reached into his pajama pants and started to touch himself. When I realized he was stroking what was then a rather minuscule erection, my hand joined his and I helped him get off, as if it was a motherly duty. I later learned that had been Matt’s first orgasm. It hadn’t been a sexual act on my part, in my mind – I had just been making my son feel good, not unlike the back scratches or foot rubs.

Over the ensuing few years, similar occasions arose, and each time I ended up bringing my son to climax and letting him drizzle his semen right onto my fingers. The encounters had never involved me disrobing or doing anything but giving him a hand job. When he was 13, and his body was developing very quickly, Matt started actively initiating such encounters, and more often than not, I obliged. I watched his little hard-on grow over all those years, until it rivaled his father’s in size. Over the course of our semi-sexual relationship, I had grown more and more aroused. Matt was becoming a man, and thus my attraction to him began and evolved along with his pubescent changes. We never really discussed our little hand-job sessions, but I knew Matt appreciated them.

Then last winter, while I was jerking my son off one night in typical fashion, he asked me if I would have sex with him. He told me he had done it with a girl he knew, but that he really wanted me. I rejected that notion outright, but then Matt began to plead. He asked if he could at least suck my tits or touch my pussy. When I said no to those options, he asked to just see me naked. I finally relented, removing my clothes and letting my boy – who was then just 14 – look me up and down while he masturbated. After he blew his load, I quickly dressed and rushed out of his room. For the next 6 months, I had avoided being in the same room alone with him for any extended period. That wasn’t because I was ashamed of what we had done, but because of the way it had made me feel, and the thoughts that had come to my head while I reveled in my son’s obvious physical attraction to my 36-year-old body.

I have been having extramarital affairs since the kids were still very young. Most of them start and stay at work – stealing away with co-workers of all types for a quick fuck. Other than a brief “fling” with one of the doctors, I hadn’t ever become remotely attached, committed as I was to keeping my family intact. The reason I bring this up is that I have always known that marriage and two kids hadn’t diminished my sexual attractiveness all that much. I am still in shape, my Size C tits remain firm and mostly perky, and my butt turns heads all day long up and down the halls of the hospital. Just to keep the staff and patients interested, I make sure to wear all different kinds of sexy underwear – or none at all – under custom-tailored scrub bottoms that perfectly hug each ass cheek and cut revealingly between them.

But the look on my son’s face while he jerked off in front of my naked body that day last winter stirred a response in me that I never would have believed was there. Sure, previous encounters with him had been arousing, but I just treated them for what they were: essentially unilateral stimulation sessions during which I gratified my son’s sexual needs and went on with my day or evening. But that last one had been something else. By the end, I had wanted him, even though it was the one time I let him do all the work himself. I had wanted that cock inside me. I had wanted my son to fuck me. Not to make love to me the way his father usually did, but to fuck me raw, like the men at work tended to, like his father used to.

Afraid that another such incident would get carried away, I had deflected Matt’s various advances and avoided the problem. But today, knowing full well that my son wanted me to find him masturbating, I had allowed myself to be drawn into the room. And now I was rubbing his shoulders while we both watched a raunchy porn video on his computer.

“I think we’ve both outgrown that stuff, Matt,” I said. “It’s time to move on.”

“I know I scared you last time, Mom. I don’t know what came over me. It doesn’t need to be anything more than it used to be.”

“Well, I know you’ve got other girls to take care of your needs now, Matt, so I feel a little less responsible. You’re all grown up.”

Matt spun his desk chair around to face me. “Look how I’ve grown, Mom.” He took his hand off his cock, and I could see it had acquired another inch of length. Now his cock would tower over his dad’s. And it was probably still growing.

“You’re a very lucky boy,” I said. I tried not to indicate how arousing I found that extra inch of hard cock. “I’m sure there will be lots of lucky girls in your life.” It wasn’t just his dick, either. Matt’s body had matured from head to toe. He was shaving regularly now. His chest, shoulders and arms had bulked up. His abs were defined, his thighs thick and firm. At 15, my son was already the real deal.

Matt smiled sheepishly. I knew he appreciated my admiration as much as I appreciated his. “The problem is,” he said, “no one can get me off like you can. No girl’s cunt does for me what just your hand can do.”

I was flattered, of course, but not swayed. I couldn’t risk selfishly destroying my family.

The girl in the video was now fucking both guys at once – one in her ass and the other in her cunt. The close-up shot was impressive. Such a young, immature-looking body being treated so brutally by those grown men. I knew she was probably 18, but her greatest asset was that she looked a good four or even five years younger. What I would have given at that moment to look – let alone be – 18 again. Something about the video aroused me.