Minutes later, Jason shook Helen awake, “Hey mom, we’re home.”
Having slept off some of the alcohol, she was able to exit the vehicle without incident. Still, to make sure she didn’t hurt herself, Jason helped her into the house, flipping on the master light.
“Honey… you don’t have to. I’m ok. Well, you’re gonna have to let me go up the stairs by myself,” she smiled, matter-of-factly.
The teen smirked, “I don’t have to do anything.”
“Wait, wha-? JASON!” she squealed, as he effortlessly carried her into his arms.
“See?”
Helen laughed, “Jerk! You could’ve warned me!”
Jason chuckled, “Where’s the fun in that?”
She wrapped her arms around his neck for support, giving him another lipstick-imprinted kiss on the cheek, “Mmmm… my hero. God, I love how strong you are.”
A sucker for his mother’s praises, Jason grinned all the way to his parent’s bedroom before gently depositing her on the bed, using only the full moon in the window for guidance in the unlit room. Not to be outdone, Helen suddenly pulled the boy forward, causing him to topple onto her.
Directly atop her, he raised himself on his elbows until he was eye-level, “No fair!”
Gently stroking his face, Helen smiled, “Now you know what it feels like, goofball.”
The boy couldn’t help but acknowledge her well-executed revenge, as he brushed the hair out of her face.
However, as the laughter died down, mother and son found themselves quietly gazing at each other, their faces bathed in moonlight. Before long, Jason began slowly closing the distance.
With less alcohol fueling her audacity, Helen began nervously muttering tepid denials, “Sweetheart… what we did… before… a mistake… we can’t… your father… it’s wrong.”
Jason finally silenced her with their second kiss of the night, and her silent, passionate response spoke more to her true ambitions than her hesitant logorrhea ever could. Their tongues danced as the teen began running his hands down her body, throwing more fuel into the fire. Before long, the experienced teen had his hands under her skirt and on her drenched panties.
“Mmmm… *kiss* baby *kiss* don’t… oh goddd…,” Helen whispered, breathlessly.
Moaning into her son’s lips, Helen enjoyed the ministrations of his fingers, now directly massaging her labia.
“Jason, no!” she interjected softly at his touch.
The boy broke the kiss, redirecting his lips to the taut, sweaty crevices of her neck. Between kisses on erogenous zones that fogged her mind, he confidently asserted, “I promise it’ll feel good. I know you need this.”
Before long, two of his fingers slipped into her sodden canal and began applying a delectable pressure to her sensitive, upper walls, while his thumb teased her clitoris over its hood. Her reservations were washed away by the deluge of sensation.
“Doesn’t that feel good, mom?”
Involuntarily, Helen began slowly undulating her hips, “Yessssss. Jesus honey… where did you… ohhhhh.”
The housewife’s eyes fluttered when the boy’s massaging fingers arrived at a special, rough zone.
“Oh g-god… I can’t believe it! You’re gonna make me come!”