Attack of the Tickle Monsters by Jimyfoxx,Jimyfoxx

Attack of the Tickle Monsters

Angie, aka The Queen, crept toward the stairs, holding the long wooden match aloft. Its feeble light barely pierced the inky darkness of the castle’s basement as she paused halfway across considering how they might be waiting for her on the stairs before rejecting the idea. No, they would want to build the suspense a bit more before launching their attack.

Taking a moment to consider things, she figured the impending attack would come somewhere upstairs. Maybe in the royal kitchen as she exited the basement, or maybe nearer the stairs that led to the upstairs of the tri-level castle.

“Shit,” Angie cried softly as she waved her hand to put the match out after letting it burn too long. She didn’t like being down here in the pitch-black basement so despite only being given a half dozen matches, she considered using another one.

“No I had better save it,” she whispered to herself as she carefully made her way across a basement littered with disused furniture and other various junk. Navigating the basement was proving harder than she would have imagined, especially considering the two handicaps they saddled her with to start this little fantasy game of theirs.

“How did I let them talk me into this stupid game,” the Queen announced almost angrily as she crossed the basement hurrying as best she could despite handicap number one which was the white satin platform sandals with their nearly five inch stiletto heels.

These had been her wedding night shoes, and quite lovely, but not at all practical, especially for the game they were playing. The shoes combined with handicap number two–the flute full of champagne they made her drink at the start–was definitely making quick navigation anywhere an issue.

Her boys, nineteen year old Johnny and his younger brother, eighteen year old Jackie, were anything but stupid. Today was the queen’s thirty fifth birthday and after taking her out to a nice dinner they came home to continue the celebration.

She suggested they sit and watch a movie but they both poo-pooed the idea of watching a movie as “too ordinary” for a proper birthday celebration.

It was Johnny who spoke up about playing the game as they sat on the sofa debating what to do with the rest of their night.

“Hey, I just had an idea,” Johnny announced to the both of them.

“Oh boy, I can hardly wait,” Angie replied. Johnny, the more outgoing of the brothers, was always full of ideas… and mischief.

Giving his brother a wink he said, “Hear me out as I have given this some thought.”

“Oh wait, dude, you are not going to bring up playing chase and tickle with Mom are you?” Jackie exclaimed. “Shit, I thought you were kidding when you were talking about that earlier.”

“First, it’s not just chase and tickle with anyone, but with the beautiful, and most elegant royal queen… on her birthday, no less which is why we need to do something a bit different… and fun.”

“Chase and tickle,” Angie interjected with a smile, “That sounds like it could be a fun… kind of like when I used to chase and tickle you two around when you were younger and it was your birthday… and now you wanna do the same to me or should I say, the royal and most elegant queen.”

She leaned back on the sofa, smiling at them loving the way they were comparing her to a queen. At best, Angie thought of herself as slightly better than average looking so being compared to a queen was a real compliment, although she had two distinct physical traits that any queen would envy: her hair and her boobs.

Her hair, it fell just past her shoulders, was a dishwater brownish blonde framing an appealing, slightly rounded face featuring a pair of mirthful hazel eyes. Angie’s body, now that as a sight, featured plenty of attractive rounded curves, including a pair of robust breasts, she needed a 38 inch DD bra, topped by a pair of magnificently large nipples.

A cocktail waitress at a local casino, Angie was adept at the art of both showing off and teasing which was a trait she often showed to her boys at home as well as her customers at the casino.

Her smile quickly disappeared though. They were probably not serious about playing this chase and tickle game.

Dropping her voice, while shooting them a sad look, she said, “But I suppose you two are too old for that silliness now huh? You are just kidding right, Johnny?”

Johnny spoke up forcefully, “Yes, we are most certainly too old to be chased and tickled by the queen but what we are not too old for is a bit of revenge… right Jackie?”

“Yeah, a bit of payback would be nice,” Jackie answered immediately.

“Revenge… payback?” Angie replied at first confused but then it hit her. “Oh wait, I see, let me guess… this time you two would be the tickle monsters attacking your mother, the royal queen, making her the hapless victim. Sounds interesting,” Angie foolishly replied and that was all it took.

They spent the next few minutes hashing out the details of the game, trying to make the rules as simple as possible. The queen would be forced to start in the basement of the “castle” and have to make her way all the way upstairs to the safety of her royal bedchamber. Once inside, she would then have to make it to her bathroom where, if she could successfully shut and lock the door, she would be declared the winner.

Of course, she would be faced with several obstacles. The first being the tri level house, or castle as they were now referring to it in the spirit of the game, would be totally dark with the power being turned off at the fuse box.

For light, they would allow her a box of matches, the long wooden kind, but only six would be inside the box. The two other handicaps were, of course, the high heels shoes they forced her to put on, along with the full glass of champagne she consumed before the start of the game.

On the plus side, they generously allowed her to change out of the skin tight little black dress she wore to dinner. Wanting to be comfortable, Angie changed into a pair of tight faded blue jeans and a snug little blouse. Not exactly the attire of a queen but hey, at least, she would be comfortable.

Angie was a tad disappointed in having to remove her black clingy dress as she noticed it elicited more than a few lingering stares from both of her young sons as the night progressed.

Downstairs in the basement, after banging painfully into several large items, Angie reluctantly decided she would have to use another match. Dipping into the box of matches, Angie hurriedly struck the second match. After it flared to life, giving her just enough light to navigate, she made her way over to the stairs. Holding the match out high, and away from her body, she began to slowly climb the stairs.

As she reached the top of the stairs the match went out again. Sighing she slowly pushed open the basement door which gave way to the kitchen. Not wanting to burn a third match she gingerly navigated her way across the dark kitchen.

They had–cleverly– closed the curtains over the window above the sink, not allowing any outside light to creep into the house on this cold, moonless January night.

As she approached the exit, which led from the kitchen and down a short hallway to the stairs, her high heels clomping loudly on the tile floor of the kitchen, the attack — like a slow moving summer storm–finally came.

First, she was stunned and nearly blinded by a pair of bright lights from the twin high beam flashlights the boys were pointing directly at her face. She let out a small yelp, stumbling backwards as they both came charging down the short hallway at her holding their flashlights aloft.

She turned, expecting them to be on her in a mere matter of seconds but as she blindly groped her way past the small table, bouncing painfully off the large center island in the middle of the kitchen floor, she seemed to be making good on her escape.

Turning back, she could just make out their silhouettes in the kitchen. They had slowed down upon entering the kitchen and turned their flashlights off. As best she could tell, they were both moving across the kitchen toward her from different directions.

Quickly she turned her back on them and clomped her way over to the basement. She wrenched open the door, expecting at any minute to be grabbed from behind. Slamming the door behind her when the attack did not come, she twisted the knob lock securing the door. A few seconds later she felt the doorknob being jiggled before everything went deathly silent.

Crouching down, Angie waited in the darkness resisting the urge to burn another match. Knowing how impatient they both were, especially the highly reckless and impulsive Johnny, she figured they wouldn’t hang out in the kitchen very long before retreating to a new hiding spot.

Forcing herself to be calm, she slowly began to count to fifty after which she would emerge from the basement to test the waters once more.

After she reached the designated count, she pushed open the door and entered the kitchen after striking her third match. Her plan was to quickly cross the kitchen and head straight to the stairs once again.

Straight away she was hit by a cold draft of air. Turning toward the draft, holding the match aloft, she found the source of the cold air. The curtains over the window above the sink were billowing out. The little brats opened the window!

Now, besides being utterly dark, the castle would be cold to boot. She considered briefly taking the time to close the window, but then she heard a pair of heavy footsteps trudging around somewhere down the hall she bolted, if would could bolt wearing high heels, for the kitchen exit.

She had barely got started across the kitchen when another draft of cold air blew her candle out. Not taking the time to strike another match, she continued to stumble her way across the dark kitchen toward the entranceway to the hallway.

“Shit,” she exclaiming loudly as the mid-section of her body banged into a heavy object. It turned out to be the love seat from the nearby living room; they were using it to block the entrance to the hallway.

In a panic after hearing footsteps coming from behind her, one of them must have circled around and entered the kitchen from the dining room, she frantically clawed at the love seat, trying to move it in order to create an opening she could squeeze through.

She just managed to get the damn thing moved and was squeezing between the arm rest and the door frame when the attack came. Out of the dark, they hit her from both directions, one coming from deeper in the hallway, and the other one from the kitchen.

In a wild flurry of disjointed action she found herself being pushed onto the love seat where they fell to tickling her midsection with reckless fury. When she felt one of them, it might have actually been both, trying to pull her tucked in blouse out from her jeans, she yelled, “Please, no more. Timeout.”

Much to her surprise their attack stopped.

It was Johnny who spoke up. “We shall grant you a temporary truce but it shall cost you.”

“How so?” Angie asked warily.

“Give us a second to confer,” Jackie said as they moved away into a far corner. Although she could plainly hear them whispering excitedly back and forth to each other, she could not make out what they were saying.

After a quick minute, the two devious monsters headed back toward the queen.

“For granting your temporary truce, we want a souvenir,” Jackie announced.

“What kind of souvenir do the naughty monsters want?” Angie asked more wary than ever.

“We want one of your royal garments. Either your queenly blouse or those royal jeans of yours and just to show you how generous we are we will let you decide which one to hand over. You have exactly ten seconds to decide or we attack again and just so you understand this is NOT a negotiable offer.”

“Really guys? My jeans or my blouse I didn’t know this game was going to be naughty.”

Johnny answered for them. “Think of it like one of those R rated horror movies, your royal highness. You know the kind where the extremely attractive and fetching damsel in distress, or the queen in this case, runs around being chased by the bad monsters while she is only half dressed. Now make a choice. You have five seconds.”

“Well if you promise to not let our ‘movie’ sink below its R rating, fine, the queen agrees,” she told them.

“Very good,” Johnny said, “so which souvenir are you going to hand over to the tickle monsters.”

Angie, noting the eager way both her sons were eying her, again making her heart swell with pride, slowly dropped her hands to the front of her blouse where she patiently undid the buttons one by one before stripping it off and tossing it to Jackie.

Both of them stared at their mother as they trained the twin beams of their respective flashlights directly on her… on her chest that is.

Once she had stripped off the blouse both of the monsters were awed by the way her tremendous 38 DD breasts were being shown off so nicely in her attractive dark aqua blue bra. A delicate scrolling of flowers adorned the large, practically see through cups.

“There are you happy?” Angie whispered as she gave them a coy smile. “You have the queen’s royal blouse as your souvenir.”

“Yes we do,” Johnny happily piped up before hitting her with yet another demand. “Now all that is left to do is validate the temporary truce by you drinking a full glass of champagne.

“A full glass. Really that–” Angie started to protest but Johnny immediately cut her off.

“That is the rules of the game and you must abide by them.”

On a nod from Johnny, Jackie disappeared into the kitchen to get the queen her glass of champagne, trusting Johnny would get her to agree to drinking it.

Once Jackie returned, champagne in hand, she noticed– with some amusement– how they were both dressed in identical ninja like outfits: black jeans and black turtle neck sweaters.

“Now drink your champagne down and quickly to validate our truce otherwise we attack again immediately… without mercy.”

“Well if you put it like that I guess I am lucky since your mother does enjoy a good glass of champagne.” She started to reach for the glass of champagne before pausing. Making her voice firm so they understood she was serious she announced, “You know, since the queen is giving in to all of your demands, she should be granted one small demand you two must obey herself.”

“Fine… What is your demand my lady?” Jackie asked her but before she could answer Johnny chimed in with a demand of his own. “But before stating it drink your champagne down quickly… or else.”

Giving them a quick smile, the queen drained the full glass of champagne in three hearty gulps while noting how both of their eager young eyes seemed to be stuck on her chest– giving her self-esteem a major boost.

After setting the glass of champagne aside, Angie announced firmly, “As this game of ours, or R rated movie if you will, continues you naughty little monsters cannot force the queen to remove her bra–which means exactly you can’t ask me to take it off, or try to take it off, in any way, shape, or manner. That is my rule and the same as yours it is non-negotiable.”

“Fine,” Jackie spoke up, “we have no issue with abiding by that rule.

With the matter settled finally, Angie was forced to retreat back to the far corner in the kitchen and count to twenty slowly so they could hide again.

After getting into position, Angie counted silently to twenty, allowing the tickle monsters ample time to hide, before striking off once more in her quest to make it to the safety of her bathroom in the her royal bedchamber.

After creeping across the kitchen, she paused at the entrance to the hallway; it was quiet. Stealthily as possible, she edged her way toward the stairs and just before reaching them, struck a match.

Holding the match aloft, Angie squinted to see in the darkness. The stairs split, with the first seven steps leading up to a landing before jogging to the right, where a second set of six stairs led to the hallway. As far as she could tell, the stairs appeared clear.

Advancing cautiously up the stairs, she was forced to blow the match out after climbing only three steps, plunging the stairs back into total darkness.

She held her breath and when nothing happening started to advance up the stairs once more.

The initial attack came from below. Johnny, crouched down low in the dark around the corner in the living room, waited until the queen advanced up a couple steps before stealthily sneaking up behind her. Suppressing a smile, she had no idea he was there, he reached out, giving her a hard pinch on the ass that made her yelp.

Her yelp was Jackie’s signal to attack from above. Waiting up on the second set of stairs above the landing and around the corner, he leaped down, landing right in front of the queen just as she reached the landing, after hurrying up the stairs in a vain attempt to get away from the now incessant pinches landing on her backside.

She ended up running smack into Jackie’s arms, who pinned her up against the wall as he yelled happily, “The royal bitch is ours.”

A short and naughty melee followed on the dark stairs with the first few seconds of the attack being relatively innocent when the monsters concentrated their attack on her mid-section, tickling it without mercy as she squirmed about trying, not very hard if the truth be told, to fend off the attack.

Ominously, at some point during the wild free-for-all she felt a pair of hands, which of the tickle monsters they belonged to she had no idea, floating northward before they brushed, not so shyly, firmly up against the underside of her boobs.

This overt act of aggression caused a shock of excitement to spread through the entirety of the queen’s whole body. When she felt another pair of hands slipping around to cop a feel on her butt, the excitement increased tenfold causing her to reluctantly call for a truce–before things spun further out of control.

They immediately stopped their attacks after Jackie called out, “Truce in effect.”

“You will need to drink yet another glass of champagne to validate our truce my queen,” Johnny cackled happily.

“Yes, I know,” the queen muttered as they disappeared to the kitchen to fetch another full glass of champagne while excitedly discussing what they might demand from her for this latest truce.

Once they returned, Johnny shoved the full glass of champagne in her hand. “Drink!” he barked at her.

After she gulped down nearly half the glass she paused. “So what do you stupid monsters want this time for honoring my truce?”

Johnny announced what they wanted. “We demand yet another souvenir. I think your royal jeans will suffice this time. Now finish your champagne.”

“Figures you would demand that,” Angie muttered to herself before polishing off the balance of the champagne in one fell swoop.

Turning to them, she smiled before starting to undo her jeans. After stripping off her jeans, she found after three full glasses of champagne it really wasn’t too hard to comply with their naughty wishes, she told them, “OK, so just like before I get a rule.”

“Sure,” Johnny answered for the both of them.

“No asking me to take off any more of my clothes. Period.”

Fine,” they both agreed as they openly eyed their mom’s half naked body.

In starting the game again, the monsters generously allowed her new starting spot, to be the kitchen instead of the basement.

Returning to the kitchen, Angie only felt a little foolish as she stood in the middle of it slowly counting aloud to thirty, allowing them ample time to find new hiding spots.

While she counted her mind was working on a plan. She would stop moving about cautiously and instead make a mad dash for the stairs, and then up them, and into her bedroom. From there she hoped to be able to fight her way into the safety of her bathroom.

After opening her eyes she paused and then lit a match. Moving as swiftly as possible she headed toward the stairs before beginning to ascend them, half expecting to be attacked again at any moment.

Nope… the stairs seemed clear.

She paused at the landing, holding the dying match up to see if the second set of stairs was also clear. It looked to be clear as she started to ascend them slowly.

Finally she reached the upstairs hallway just as her match died. Lighting another match, she held it aloft. The hallway was clear with all three bedroom doors being shut tight along with the hallway closet door.

Taking a deep breath, she slowly opened the master bedroom door, knowing they must be hiding, and ready to attack, somewhere close by. As she entered her room, she was immediately hit by how cold it was inside. Holding the flaming match up, Angie observed the curtains on her two bedroom windows both fluttering and flapping about.

“Damn them,” Angie whispered realizing now why the room was so cold. The little devils, they opened wide both her bedroom windows allowing the chilly night air to come flowing into her room.

Of course, the cold wouldn’t be bothering them so much in their thick black sweaters, but Angie, having nothing on more than a pair of panties and her bra was positively freezing.

Shivering, she took a couple tentative steps inside, expecting the attack to come at any moment, but instead all remained silent and dark… and very cold inside the queen’s royal bedchamber.

Then, as soon as her match winked out, instead of further pondering when they might spring out from their hiding spots and attack, Angie simply bolted, if one could actually bolt in a pair of high heels, across the bedroom toward the half open bathroom door, but just as she approached the bathroom door, freedom beckoning, Jackie stepped out from where he was lurking in the darkness of the bathroom. At the same time, the bedroom door across the room was slammed shut as Johnny appeared from behind her. He must have been hiding just behind the door as it swung inward.

With a pair of wild whoops they let loose with an aggressive attack. Coming at her from two different angles, Angie had nowhere to turn. Both Jackie and Johnny hit her squarely in the mid-section, driving her the few feet backwards toward her bed.

Tumbling backwards onto the bed, she felt their hands scurrying all over her tummy, tickling her ferociously until she was giggling uncontrollably.

“Truce,” she cried. “Truce.”

Their attack stopped as she let out a sigh of relief.

“Afraid you are out of truces, my queen,” Johnny snapped at her. “Surrender or else we renew the attack immediately.”

“A queen never surrenders,” the stubborn and haughty royal highness retorted without thinking.

As promised the tickle monsters renewed their attack, more aggressive than ever, and when she felt both their hands floating across her tummy and heading for the “hills” she cried out, “OK I will discuss surrendering.”

Once again their attack ceased. Hopping off the bed, the tickle monsters retreated to a far corner.

As they continued to whisper excitedly amongst themselves, Angie was starting to grow desperately cold.

Finally, after what seemed an eternity, they returned. “Your royal highness,” Jackie told her, “your position as become… untenable.”

“Untenable? What the hell does that mean?” Johnny snapped.

“Weak, unsound, flawed. Take your pick,” Jackie shot back, “and quite t indefensible. Would you not agree, my queen and since you have exhausted our goodwill and we will grant you no more truces the next time we attack there will be no end to it. Think about it… surrender is your best option.”

Johnny now spoke up with a sharp edge in his voice leaving no doubt they were serious. “Yes, my queen, think about it very carefully. I, for one, am done playing with you so the next time we attack it will be full on. You can’t win… my stubborn and snotty queen.”

Taking turns tag teaming her, Jackie interjected now. “Yes, once again, I state, surrender is your best and only option for Queen Angie, the Beautiful.”

“Hmm, you said you shall offer generous terms?” Angie replied as she settled down on the edge of her bed while resisting the urge to smile at her son’s complimentary new title for her.

“Very generous,” they sang out in unison.

“OK. Let’s hear them first and then I shall decide.”

Jackie was once again the spokesperson for the tickle monsters as he quickly outlined the terms of surrender for his mother, the queen.

“First, you shall have to suffer no more wild tickling attacks inside your cold bedroom but instead we will invite you to enjoy a very nice birthday massage from the tickle monsters downstairs in front of a warm fire in the castle’s royal den.”

The queen shivered. Indeed the bedroom, with the windows open was only growing colder by the minute. “And after the massage, will you close my windows in the royal bedroom and allow the queen to put her royal pajamas on before going to bed.”

“If you want,” Jackie said. “I mean–”

“Bullshit,” the aggressive Johnny practically yelled as he cut his brother off.

“He didn’t tell you the rest of our terms and they don’t include putting on any royal pajamas.” Johnny glared at his brother before spitting, “You are such a chickenshit.”

“I am not. I just–”

Afraid their bickering would turn into a real spat and ruin things, Angie quickly intervened. Turning to Johnny she said, “Look why don’t you tell me the rest of your terms… sweetie and I’m sure if they are as agreeable as giving me a nice birthday massage in front of a warm fire the queen will be more than happy to surrender.”

Mollified, for the moment anyways, Johnny stated the rest of their terms. “After the massage we will allow you to retire in peace to your royal bedchamber but only if you invite us up to join you… for the balance of the night.”

“Really the tickle monsters want to spend the night in the queen’s bedchamber. Well, that is highly irregular and…”

Now it was Jackie’s turn to chime in. “Look my beautiful queen, we are just tired of sleeping in our cold and uncomfortable cave and that is why, if only just this once, we were hoping you could let us experience a bit of luxury, like the queen does every night, by letting us sleep in her royal bedchamber.”

“Really you sleep in a cave?” Angie replied amused at Jackie’s imagination.

“Where else would you expect a pair of ugly tickle monster to sleep, my queen?” Johnny replied.

“Really, I don’t think you are so ugly I suppose… just as I suppose it can’t be pleasant sleeping in a cold dark cave night after night but where would you sleep though? The floor I guess would be OK. I could throw down some blankets and–”

Johnny smiled, while shaking his head no before interrupting her. “No, that is not acceptable my queen. I am afraid as part of your surrender terms you must actually allow the tickle monsters to share your royal bed with you. Surely it is big enough for the three of us?”

“It is and… well if it’s part of my terms of surrender I suppose I have no choice.”

“You don’t,” they both announced in unison.

“Is that all or do you have more terms of surrender I must abide by?”

The tickle monsters stared at each other briefly before Johnny spoke up. “Besides sharing your bed with us, you must share some sweet kisses with the monsters before saying our goodnights. Three a piece I think would be sufficient.”

“Give you some good night kisses. Sure… I suppose I can do that but only on the condition you allow the queen to enact, for my protection, of course, some rules to govern your naughty tickle monsters during the queen’s birthday massage.”

After a brief huddle, the tickle monsters came back with their answer, with Jackie telling her, “We shall grant you two rules only, both of which must be short and simple. In exchange for allowing your rules to be enacted we shall receive in just compensation your permission to shower the beautiful queen with an unlimited number of kisses… anywhere of our choosing… during the entire course of her massage.”

Angie resisted the urge to smile at their suggestion of such dangerous, and yet inviting, compensation. Making her voice firm, she tendered a counter offer. “I cannot agree to such compensation, boys. It’s too wide ranging, too broad that is. You need to narrow the scope of where your kisses might fall.”

It was Johnny who spoke up this time. “Tell you what… you narrow the scope for us your royal highness. Tell us plainly and simply what two areas of your body, and two only, shall be declared off limits to our kisses. This is not negotiable… two only.”

Angie thought hard about just where to declare off limits to their kisses. She needed to protect herself from their “naughtiness”. After a brief pause she came up with something.

“Hmm, OK… two only. In that case, the queen declares no kisses may fall upon her royal lips, nor will any kisses be allowed to fall upon any area of her body that is protected, or covered, by her royal underwear…. but any other areas… I guess would be fair game.”

Both of the tickle monsters readily agreed.

“OK, now that the matter of compensation has been decided what are the two rules you would like us to follow, my queen?”

“The queen’s rules are as follows… during the massage there shall be no touching allowed below the queen’s shoulders and–”

“Wait,” Johnny interrupted, “that is a totally unacceptable rule and you must amend it as we plan on giving the queen a very nice back rub as part of her official birthday massage.”

“Well, a back rub does sound nice so I will amend the rule to no touching below the waist.”

“Agreed,” Johnny said. “And your second rule.”

“No attempts shall be made to remove the queen’s royal brassiere during her official birthday massage, nor her royal panties.”

Again, the tickle monsters agreed before they both retired to the den to prepare things for the queen’s official birthday massage.

Roughly ten minutes later, Angie entered the den. A warm fire was blazing away in the fireplace as she quickly made her way across the small den, desperate to be in front of the warm fire, but before she could even reach the nice white rug stretched out in front of the fireplace, Johnny roughly grabbed her by the arm.

“Hey, I wanna be in front of the fire and get warmed up,” a cold and desperate Queen Angie whined. The evil tickle monsters refused her earlier request to turn back on the heat, or close any of the windows in the house, leaving her to shiver upstairs in her bedroom for the allotted ten minutes they said they needed to prepare the den for her massage.

“You shall have the warmth of the fire but only after we drink a toast to our agreed upon surrender terms.”

Thrusting a full glass of champagne in her hand, Johnny barked at her. “Drink it all and quickly.”

Angie sighed. Once again, they seemed bent on getting her drunk but being desperate for the warmth of the fire she did not bother to dicker over his request.

She took the full glass of champagne and, after hitting Johnny with a defiant smile, downed it in two long swallows.

A minute later the queen was stretched out on her tummy, enjoying the luxurious warmth of the blazing fire along with the gentle massage they were giving her.

While Jackie concentrated on kneading her neck and shoulders, Johnny worked his rough, calloused hands up and down her back in a surprisingly tender manner.

Her heavenly massage continued for a good ten minutes– or just enough time for the champagne to totally work its magic on Angie –making her relaxed enough where she was near to dozing off.

Just as she closed her eyes and was sinking into the abyss of sleep, Jackie leaned down, whispering in her ear, “No falling asleep my queen. Turn over, and wake up so you can enjoy what comes next.”

“What comes next?” Angie mumbled as they both helped her turn over and get stretched out on her back.

“It’s time for us to collect our due compensation,” Johnny softly told her.

“Hmm, you… you are going to… ahh shower me with kisses then. I almost forgot.”

“Yes we are… so close your eyes and relax, my queen,” Jackie whispered to her.

The next few minutes passed in a soft soothing blur of kisses for the queen.

Jackie, she spied it was him just before closing her eyes, started out high, applying a pair of gentle kisses to each of her cheeks while the other one went low with his kisses falling all the way down to the lower part of her right thigh.

As Jackie’s kisses fell off her cheek and down to her neck, Johnny’s kisses, intermingled with a wicked, darting tongue, moved dangerously up one thigh, reaching up to the very edge of her panties on her inner thigh.

Having him so very close, down there, mixed in with the gentle way Jackie was showering her neck and throat with dozens of kisses quickly had the queen squirming all over the plush rug.

She actually started to raise her hands, in an involuntary act of self-defense as Johnny’s tongue slithered, snake like, along the edge of her panties, and was rewarded for her efforts when both of them used their own strong hands to pin down each of her hands.

She was too drunk really to fight back so accepted having her hands pinned down with what she figured to be “royal grace”.

After dismissing the idea of protesting verbally, after all what was she going to protest considering, as of yet, neither had violated her rules, she simply forced herself to relax while enjoying the way they were so sweetly kissing her… all over.

Johnny’s kisses floated upwards, crossing over to her tummy while Jackie started kissing his way down one of her bare arms. It was Johnny’s kisses which inflamed her heart so as his tongue dipped into her belly button, making her shiver before floating down right to the edge of her panties.

Meanwhile, Jackie’s kisses now reached her tummy also. Sweetly, he showered her tummy with his light romantic kisses while Johnny, not wanting to share her tummy with his brother, moved up to a much more dangerous location: her chest.

Starting at the very base of her throat, he kissed his way down to the middle of her chest. The way his kisses, intermingled once more with that maddening darting tongue of his, worked their way down to the very edge of her bra left the queen dangling on the edge of both wanting the naughtiness to stop and wanting more.

Johnny ended up spending an inordinate amount of time spraying the triangular area of bare skin above her bra with dozens of kisses while his brother continued his gentle assault below covering the entirety of her belly with his own rain of tender kisses.

Angie felt as she had died and went to heaven from all the soft attentions being paid to her body by the naughty tickle monsters.

Sadly, Angie felt the need to end things. She was simply getting too turned on by their kisses. She rose up, announcing firmly, “I think it’s time for us to retire to the queen’s bedroom as she is on the verge of passing out. I think the naughty little monsters fed me too much champagne maybe.”

At the door to the queen’s bedchamber, Johnny stopped them. “Look my queen you have a decision to make before we enter your bed chamber.”

“I do?”

“Yes, remember you owe us three kisses a piece. Well, I am not in the mood to share.” He turned to face Jackie, “Not her kisses, nor her bed. The Queen needs to choose one, and only one, to give her kisses to and to allow in her royal bedchamber for the night.”

Feeling the hard glare of his brother on him, Jackie felt he had no choice but to agree. Besides, truth be told, he really did not want to share the queen’s bed with his stupid brother anyways.

“Sure… all or nothing. Why not?” he said.

The queen sighed deeply. Whatever decision she made, one of them would be deeply hurt.

She tried to get out of it. “I think we should stick to the original plan.”

Johnny immediately snapped at her. “No, it’s been decided… now choose or you are in violation of your surrender terms.”

She turned to Jackie, hoping for some kind of help from him, but he simply said, “You must choose your royal highness.”

Angie sighed again, he mind turning over as to which one to pick. After a brief hesitation she whispered, “I choose this one,” and tapped Johnny on the shoulder.

“Good choice, my queen,” Johnny said as grabbed her arm and before she could change her mind steered her into the bedroom.

After having the door rudely slammed in his face, poor Jackie was left with no choice but to retreat to his own bedroom.

Once inside the bedroom, the queen shook loose from the monster’s grip before barking at him, “I still expect you to behave while you are in my bed.”

Instead of responding Johnny only smiled at her.

“I gotta use the bathroom first before going to bed.” Turning on her heel, Angie disappeared into her bathroom.

“We are still playing the game.”

Pausing Angie turned to him, “Was that a question or a statement?”

“A statement of course. You are still the queen and I am still the devilishly monster who has took you captive for the night. I expect you to behave as such.”

“Behave as such how exactly?”

“As if you were afraid of me because I could tear the queen from limb to limb, without a thought, but thus far have only refrained because the queen is both elegant and beautiful… and kind of fun to play with.”

She smiled, secretly flattered at his praise. Deciding it might be fun to continue their game after all, she turned her smile into a frown before saying, “Really only ‘kind of fun to play with’. I would think you have had a whole lot of fun playing with the queen thus far my handsome young monster.”

“Maybe that might be true if it had only been you and me playing my queen but my brother…” Johnny paused before shaking his head sadly. “He made me refrain by his ultra conservative nature from having as much fun as I would have liked to have with the queen.”

“Is that so?”

“Very much. Let’s put it like this… your disobedience earlier, your royal insolence, would have been met with a much higher degree of aggressiveness if it had been up to me alone.”

“Well you have me alone now so I guess, if I dare be disobedient again, I shall find out just how aggressive you plan on being with me?”

“You can count on it. Now go… take care of your business while I prepare things for us.”

Striding off to her bathroom, Angie could not help but to believe their little game was about to take a possible turn into uncharted and very naughty waters. As she entered the bathroom she also could not deny the thought of entering those waters–thrilled her greatly.

When she emerged five minutes later the bedroom was awash in soft candle light. Better yet, the tickle monster had closed the bedroom windows allowing the room to start to warm up some.

Angie glanced about the room, at first not seeing him, before spotting him. He was already in her bed, propped up by a pillow with a mischievous smile on his face.

She started to cross the room toward her dresser when she noticed his clothes in a heap on the floor next to the bed. She almost stopped to comment, to scold him maybe, but thought better of it.

She had not expected him to be so bold as to want to sleep with her without clothes on… but then again it was Johnny and bold was his middle name, and maybe more to the point, how could she really scold him as, after all, she was not his mother but just a royal queen being held captive by this devilish monster.

Ignoring the pile of clothes, at least she didn’t see his underwear there with his jeans and sweater so that was a bit of a relief, or disappointment, she crossed over to her dresser in the far corner of her spacious bedroom.

“Where are you going my queen? You are expected to join me in your bed no?”

“Hmm, join you I shall but only after I have donned my royal pajamas.”

“I don’t think so.” Johnny quickly snapped back. “I… ahh, very much like the way you are dressed now in nothing more than your royal underwear as it does your gorgeous body justice.”

The queen paused. Turning to him, she shot back. “I like your flattery but nevertheless I shall still don my royal pajamas as I will not let you dictate what I choose to sleep in.”

Turning her back on him, she marched quickly over to her dresser, wondering just how he might react to this open defiance.

He watched her bend over the bottom drawer and begin to paw through it, seemingly in search of her royal pajamas.

His eyes fell to her generous ass as his desire grew… as did his anger at her defiance of what he wanted.

He carefully turned back the covers of the bed before slipping quietly out of it. She was still bent over the lowest drawer of her dresser, searching for the pajamas they both knew were not there.

He crept within a few feet of her, silently, before striking, fast and hard. The queen had no idea he was there and was actually feeling an acute sense of disappointment her insubordination had not prompted the monster to attack her.

Once he was within striking range, he rushed her, striking her hard in the mid-section.

Letting out a small yelp, the queen was wholly caught off guard as the monster slammed into her, knocking her sideways into the dresser.

Finally, it was here. The pending attack she was so excited to be getting. Her excitement only increased considering the monster was wearing nothing more than a pair of white cotton briefs.

She barely had time to register how his powerful body glowed with manly essence in the soft candle light before he was on her though.

Not wasting the initiative from his surprise attack, before she could even hope to recover from his initial surprise blow and offer up a defense, the monster, he was incredibly strong, bodily picked her up and using a fireman carry, took her over to the bed.

The queen, in between drunken giggles, slapped at him, imploring the monster to, “put her down” without really meaning it. Figuring it would only increase his already decided advantage after reaching the bed, the monster spun around several times, making the queen more than a little dizzy, before tossing her on the bed.

She hit the bed with a squeal but before she could even react the monster dove on the bed after her. He immediately throw his full body weight on her pinning the drunken and still dizzy queen helplessly to the bed. Bringing his hands up, he attacked her bare midsection mercilessly with a pair of clawing hands that scrambled all over her tummy.

Angie let out a delighted screech as she tried in vain to swat his hands away. Seizing the advantage, the monster pushed his attack northward toward the queen prodigious boobs.

Without trying to make it too obvious, although for all practical purposes it was, the monster quickly brought his hands up, giving each of her boobs a brief series of squeezes.

Having her breasts assaulted during the course of this ever increasing naughty tickling attack only caused the queen to flush with excitement. Not wanting to give in though, too easily, she finally managed to push his hands away before flipping over onto her tummy in an effort to protect her chest.

The monster responded by readdressing his assault onto her ass. After several hard pinches, mixed in with some playful slaps, the queen was on the verge of losing control.

Sensing victory was his, the monster threw himself forward onto her back, pinning the queen helplessly to the bed. Bringing his hands up, he started to tickle her sides as he brought his mouth to her ear, “See what your insolence brings you your royal highness.”

“Yes, yes, I see… please no more,” she cried out breathlessly. But deep down inside more was exactly what she wanted as she could feel his manhood pressing against her backside as he pressed his body down fully against hers.

“Do you surrender?”

“Yes, yes, I surrender,” she panted.

“Unconditionally?”

“Yes, unconditionally. I’ll abide by any terms you set. What do you want?”

The monster let her up as his mind raced as to just what to ask for. Without the restraining hand of the too nice Jackie the possibilities were seemingly endless.

Facing each other on the bed, both still panting from their just finished completely one sided wresting match, the monster laid out his terms.

“For having the audacity to disobey me, the queen shall pay by increasing the number of kisses owed to the monster from six to… ahh… at least, a dozen.”

“At least a dozen?”

“Yes more than the required minimum would be better and help relax my mood toward the queen but ultimately I will leave that up to you, my queen.”

“Is that all you require for my impertinence, at least a dozen kisses?”

“I will require one more thing, but will save it to after you have gave me my kisses.”

The moved closer to each other on the bed as the queen brought up one finger, planning on using it to stroke the side of his strikingly attractive face.

Her finger froze as she became lost in those dreamy blue eyes of his. Angie always knew Johnny was good looking, but maybe not until this very moment, did she realize just how truly handsome her older son was with his messy Aryan blond hair and rascal of a smile.

In the soft candle light his rugged powerfully built body glowed with a youthful, masculine beauty that nearly took her breath away.

Finding her voice, she whispered, “And just where would the monster like the queen to kiss him?” Using one finger, she used it to carefully stroke his cheek. “Here maybe?”

Not waiting for an answer, she carefully planted a kiss on his right cheek.

The monster shook his head no before whispering, “Try again.”

“Then here,” she whispered back as she brought her finger to his other cheek. Again, she placed a light kiss on it.

“Once again, no,” the monster told her. “Try again.”

In quick order Angie, brought her finger up to first his nose, then his forehead whispering, “Maybe one of these places then?”

Quickly, she gave him a light kiss on the end of his nose, followed by a firm kiss on the forehead.

The monster shook his head no when she was done.

“I’m afraid the queen is out of guesses as to just where the monster would like his kisses… maybe he had better show me.”

The monster brought one finger up, using it to deftly turn her face up towards his. Once again, Angie became lost in his dreamy eyes as they stared at each other for a long moment.

Angie held her finger out to him. “Show me.”

Slowly, the monster wrapped his paw around the queen hand’s hand before guiding her finger to where they both wanted it to go: his lips.

Angie slowly brought her lips to his, meaning on giving him only a couple light, airy kisses there before breaking things off and then insisting they go to sleep for the evening.

Her first two kisses were indeed light and airy but as she started to pull away, the monster tangled his paw in her hair, and using the slightest of pressure, brought their mouths together again.

Angie felt his tongue dancing along her lips as he kissed her back this time. Pressing her lips firmer against his, she gave him a more serious kiss this time, hoping he would be satisfied.

The single firm kiss turned into a broken series of a good half dozen kisses as their lips parted and then came together again as he refused to let her escape.

When he skillfully slipped his tongue inside her mouth, swirling it around to maximum effect the drunken queen became lost when her own tongue involuntarily glided nimbly into her son’s open mouth.

They fell back onto the bed, arms wrapped around each other, exchanging one fiery kiss after another.

The queen was truly lost now under the monster’s spell, and might have stayed lost in this haze of forbidden kisses, had not the monster tried for more.

Alarm bells started to clang deep inside of Angie’s very soul when she felt her son’s hand skate around to her back and start to undo the first of the triple clasps that held her bra shut.

Somehow, in a last gasp effort to keep things from spinning out of control, the queen pushed him away.

When he reached out to her, she quickly slapped his hands away saying, “I think the dozen kisses the monster required from me has been met. It’s… it’s time for bed. Time for lights out. The queen is tired.”

“Not surprising you would be tired, my queen,” the monster said rising to his own knees. “Considering you have had to spend the entire evening fending off attacks from a pair of playful tickle monsters.”

“Yes, especially the playful one I find now in my bed and expecting to sleep by my side.”

“Yes, he is expecting such an honor and I’m glad the queen has not forgotten but before we retire for the evening you have one last obligation that must be fulfilled. As I recall you did surrender just a few minutes ago… unconditionally.”

“I did. So what is my obligation,” the queen sighed.

“I require yet another souvenir and it must be something special to signify your complete surrender to this particular tickle monster.”

“Something special as in?”

Not mincing words, the naughty tickle monster gave words to the queen’s growing fear of what he might ask for. “As in your royal brasserie my queen. Take it off and hand it over to me… immediately.”

Sniffing, the queen replied haughtily, “I shall do no such thing, you stupid monster. A queen’s bra falling into the possession of such a naughty monster as yourself would simply be unacceptable.”

“Then you leave the monster no choice…”

Without warning, he dove head long on top of her, catching her totally off guard.

She tumbled backwards as his hands slipped around to her back, clawing forcefully at the clasps of her bra.

The queen responded by quickly reaching around and slapping his hands away. The monster, knowing the queen’s exactly point of weakness, went in for the kill as he slipped his hands around to her front and began to tickle her under the arm pits.

Having her underarms tickled was indeed Angie’s prime point of weakness. Doubling over, she started to giggle as his hands scrambled all over her underarms and upper ribs. “Please stop… oh God stop I… I can’t stand being tickled there.”

The truth was she loved being tickled there as it shamefully made her pussy wet.

The monster ignored her pleas, doubling down on his tickling efforts.

The queen made one last desperate attempt to fend off his attack by brushing his hands away but only received the most temporary of reprieves as his hands simply went back to tickling her again.

It was hopeless; the monster was simply too strong, and too determined for her. Finally, feeling the last of her strength ebb away to nothing, the queen called out, “Mercy, mercy, please I beg of thee, show mercy.”

The monster pulled back. Smiling, he whispered, “Then I too beg… beg for what I want as my souvenir. It would be priceless to me and something I would treasure forever.”

The queen sat up. Taking a deep breath she whispered, “You are still talking about the queen’s royal brasserie I assume?”

“Yes,” the monster replied.

“Would you keep such a souvenir a secret… especially from the other tickle monsters? I could… I mean I would not want them to know I gave you such a thing.”

“I will… promise. It shall be our secret but only…” Johnny licked his lips as he stared at his mom’s tits. He had been dying to see them all night and now… now he could hardly wait. “If you hand it over now.”

The queen sighed. She would have to do his bidding. “OK, turn out the lights and I shall turn it over.”

The monster smiled before shaking his head no. “The lights stay on. I… I have dreamed about this moment all night and shan’t miss it. After, if you choose, we can turn the light off but not before.”

After a brief pause the queen said, “OK but since the queen’s royal treasure chest shall be on full display once her brasserie is removed I must ask the monster to retreat from the bed… if only for my own protection.”

Johnny hopped off the bed and retreated across the room to her vanity table with its wide cushioned bench. Settling himself down on the bench, facing the bed, he said, “Is this far enough away to give the queen some sense of comfort.”

“Yes, I suppose.”

The queen slowly positioned herself so she was perched on the edge of the bed, facing him. Crossing her hands under her breasts she stared across the room at him. “Must the queen really remove her brasserie?”

The monster grinned before shaking his head eagerly yes. “She must.”

“Well if she must, she must,” she whispered before deciding if she was going to do this, she was going to do it right. In other words, she would make a show of it.

Slipping her hands down, to her hips, she slipped a pair of finger under the thin waistband of her thong. “Are you sure it’s the queen’s royal brasserie you want, you naughty monster. Maybe you would rather have her royal panties instead.”

Teasingly, she began to tug them down a bit before he snapped at her. “Your teasing distractions shall not work my queen. I want the brasserie… and that is final.”

“Fine,” she whispered as her hands slowly slid up her tummy and onto her arms. Ever so slowly, she hooked a pair of finger under the twin straps of her bra on each shoulder. Just as slowly, she began to drag the straps across her shoulder until they fell off.

Conscious of the intent way he was staring at her, the queen let the straps fall down completely as she crossed her arms under her breasts once more. Using her arms to support her tremendously large tits, the queen gave the monster a fetching smile before uncrossing her arms. Patiently she gripped the mighty twin cups of her bra, one in each hand, before gently pulling down.

Gravity did the rest as her full sized 38 DD tits were finally revealed to the monster’s wild, staring eyes.

Thrusting her chest out, she had a sudden, and wholly undeniable, naughty thought. The thought struck her with such ferocious adore she was left with little choice but to follow it. Following her drunken thoughts, and naughty heart, she would tease the hell out of him and see what might come of it.

“Jesus,” the monster whispered after a brief moment. He knew the queen had possessed an ample bosom, after all he had been sneaking peaks at it every chance he could get for the past year or so, but… but he never dreamed they were that big.

His awe only increased when the queen did not at all seem to mind the way he was staring at them.

He thought, for sure, she would have taken off her bra and scurried under the covers of the bed, but instead she was allowing him a nice long look at her big, beautiful tits.

“You like them sweetheart?” she whispered as she crossed her arms, gripping her left forearm with her right hand, under her breasts, holding them up a bit for his viewing pleasure, liking the way the once aggressive monster was dumbstruck by the sight of her bare tits.

The monster truly was stupefied as he could not find his tongue. Instead, he dumbly nodded his head yes.

She let her hands slip upwards now to her pretty blondish hair. Holding her hair up, striking what she hoped was a fetching pose, she gave him a serious look, as she shook her chest back and forth a bit, making those big tits of hers wobble and bounce so very alluringly.

“You sure you like them?” she asked in a sultry whisper. “No one but the king has ever seen the queen’s royal boobs before you know.”

She let her hands fall down, finding the more she teased him, the more she wanted to tease him.

“You know sometimes when the queen gets lonely and bored I… I play with them myself. You wanna see?”

Again the monster gave a dumb nod of his head.

First, using both hands, she squeezed them together before letting them bounce back into place. Next, she looked down, staring at them thoughtfully for a long moment before slowly bringing first one hand and then the other one to her mouth. After licking both her index and middle fingers, she brought them down to her nipples and began to carefully stroke them until they became fully erect.

Giving him a devilishly smile, she cupped both of her tits in her hands and then proceeded to bring them up to her mouth.

The monster was on the verge of losing control anyways when he witnessed the awesome sight of the queen’s tongue slipping out of her mouth. He watched as her tongue circled her nipple as she let out a loud moan.

The moan was ultimately would did it; the monster lost control. Jumping to his feet, the monster literally flew across the bedroom before diving upon the startled queen.

Angie had expected some sort of reaction but maybe not this swift and violent. Before she even knew what was happening, the monster pinned her arms down on the bed and had his face buried between her tits.

The next few minutes passed in a wild blur of disjoined action. He slurped outrageously on her tits, his mouth flying from one large mound to the other, as she let out a series of ever increasingly loud moans.

Angie never had a man lose control over her tits, such as this tickle monster had, and it absolutely thrilled her. She wanted more; needed more. Without realizing what she was doing, she snaked one hand down, ripping at the monster’s underwear.

He was so big and hard that when he entered her she let out a loud gasp. He was still pinning her arms to the bed as he began to fuck her, straight away, hard and fast.

The queen was already, happily wet down there from all her teasing, from the night’s naughty events, and from the fact she had not had sex in quite some time so when he shoved his large seven inch cock into her, almost violently, and began to fuck her with a relentless pounding action, the queen was more than up to the task.

Poor Jackie. He was able to fall asleep but not stay asleep. His mom picking his brother over him bugged the shit out of him. Curious to see what he might find, he decided a little spying was in order. Hopping out of his bed, he trudged out of his room and down the hallway toward his mother’s room.

Oddly, the light was still on and as he drew closer to her room he could hear the soft voice of his mother speaking, although he could not make out what she was saying. He would have thought–considering as much champagne as they fed her –she would be passed out drunk by now.

More curious now than ever, he moved closer to the door–just directly after his brother had flown across the room to attack his teasing mother.

Angie’s bed was a bit old and prone to squeaking. It was this rhythmic squeaking, combined with his mother’s loud giggling that caused his shoulders to slump in utter despair. He was doubtlessly tickling her again and by the sounds of things, she was absolutely loving it.

Jackie trudged back to his room, feeling an acute sense of depression, and jealous anger, at being left out of the fun and games. Johnny, Goddamn Johnny, well she made her choice, he thought to himself as he had to use all his will power not to slam his bedroom door shut.

Johnny, experienced at pleasuring the female of the race, slowed down enough, after his initial lust passed, to allow his mother’s pending orgasm to build a bit more slowly. He gave her a series of gentle kisses as he carefully rocked into her.

Fully in control, he flipped her around. Slapping her ass, indicating she needed to raise it, he was delighted to find the queen in a most obedient mood.

Gripping the headboard, Angie raised up onto her hands and knees, presenting her plumb ass to his hardness. Johnny, his lust was raging out of control again, slammed his hard cock into his mother, making her let out a tremendously loud moan of pleasure. Fucking her doggy style, he was determined to not let up until she had come.

Fortuitously, she did not take too long as Johnny was nearing his own powerful orgasm. After a good dozen or so hard, deep thrusts, his mother began to shake.

“Oh God… baby… I’m… I’m…” she couldn’t finish her thought as everything was blotted out by the most powerful orgasm of her life.

She collapsed face down on the bed with Johnny still rocking into her. After three more quick and fast thrusts, he too came hard, deep inside of her. Their lust sated, Angie was finally able to pass out in his arms and together they slept peacefully like a pair of fat contented kittens.

The next morning, over breakfast, Angie tried to make small talk with Jackie but he was in a particularly glum mood. Johnny was sleeping in late, leaving just the two of them at breakfast which usually meant Jackie would be in a good mood having his mom all to himself–but not this morning.

He only grunted in response to her trying to make conversation, fleeing the kitchen after barely touching the eggs she had made for him.

For the next couple of weeks Jackie continued to give his mother the silent treatment–which she hated more than anything–leading her to believe he was still extremely upset about her snubbing him for Johnny on her birthday.

Sooner or later, she was just waiting for the right moment, in other words when Johnny wasn’t around and they had a bit of time to themselves, she would talk to him, explaining her reasons for choosing Johnny over him.

It was into the third week of his icy treatment of her when the right time finally came. It was a Friday evening, just past nine, and Angie had just finished taking a shower.

She was heading across her bedroom, a large blue towel wrapped around her naked body and another around her hair, to her dresser to throw on her pajamas when there came a soft knock at her door.

Smiling to herself, it had to be Jackie as Johnny was out on a date and probably would not be home until late, if at all.

Scurrying over to the door, she opened it just wide enough, on purpose maybe, for him to see she wasn’t dressed. It was Jackie alright, standing there in a pair of gym shorts and a tee shirt, shuffling his feet nervously.

Spying the one blue towel wrapped around his mom’s naked body, and a second one around her hair, Jackie took a step back.

“Sorry… you just got out of the shower. I’ll come back… maybe later.”

When he started to turn away, Angie, sensing he would not, in fact, come back, reached out, snatching him by the arm.

“What is it hon? What do you need?”

“Nothing, you just got out of the shower so…” He tried to pull away but she pulled him back.

“So, tell me what you want. I mean it must be important since this is the first time you have reached out to me since… well, you know, that night.”

“Yeah, that night. I don’t wanna talk about that.”

“Fine,” she replied while knowing it was a blatant lie. “So what do you want then?”

After sighing deeply, he whispered, “I… I don’t really feel all that well… but I’ll just go lay down in my room since you know you just got out of the shower and I know how you don’t like to be bugged then.”

“Don’t worry about bugging me now, honey. Here let me see… let me feel your forehead.”

After placing a gentle hand on his forehead, she whispered, “You are a bit warm, sweetie.”

“And I have a bad headache,” he added with a wan smile as his eyes slipped down to his mom’s chest. The towel seemed to be slipping dangerously low as she put her hand on his forehead, allowing him to get a glimpse of her tremendous cleavage.

Afraid she would catch him staring at her tits, Jackie started to back away.

“Yeah, but… you just got out of the shower so… like I said, I will just go lay down in my room.”

Deciding this was the perfect opportunity to have their talk, Angie spoke up, “Nonsense, you will let me do my Mommy thing and take care of you, sweetie.”

Taking him forcefully by the arm, she practically dragged him into her room and over to her bed. “Sit,” she told him as she turned and disappeared into her bathroom.

She came back out a quick minute later carrying a cup of water and some aspirin. “Here take this and then strip off your sweatshirt as that is not helping any.”

After quickly swallowing the aspirin, Jackie tried to get up. “OK I took the aspirin I… I should just go lay down on my own bed. I will be OK.”

Angie boldly pushed him back down in a sitting position. “Nonsense, first I need to take care of your headache and as I am doing that it will be a perfect opportunity for us to have a much long overdue talk.”

“But… don’t… don’t you wanna like get dressed first.”

Reaching out, she stroked him softly on the side of his face. Dropping her voice to a sultry whisper she said, “What I wanna do is take care of my baby. Now can’t you be a good and let your mom take care of you, sweetie? Like you used to… for me. As for getting dressed… that can wait.”

Jackie swallowed hard as his eyes, once again, for about the fifth or sixth time floated downwards to her chest. Christ those bit tits of hers were… were right there… right there under her towel. The thought make his cock leap to attention as he whispered back, “Yes, you can take care of me, Mom.”

“Good,” she said as she slowly crawled up onto the bed. Positioning herself on her knees behind him, she whispered in his ear, “Now close your eyes, lean back and rest your head against me and let your mother attend to that nasty headache of yours.”

Following her instruction, Jackie closed his eyes, leaning his head back. Angie had perfectly positioned herself so his head would be resting against her ample bosom. Bringing her hands up, she massaged his temples in a slow circular manner.

After a good half minute or so she whispered in his ear, “Is that helping, hon.”

“Yes, a little bit,” he answered truthfully.

“Only a little… well it’s only been a few seconds and we are in no hurry so… in the meantime I have something else that might help ease your headache, Jackie.”

She slipped her hands down to her shoulders, massaging them gently while dropping her mouth to his ear. “A confession. My confession about that night of my birthday and that silly little role playing game we played with your brother.”

“Oh that night,” Jackie said trying to sound nonchalant. “What about it?”

Despite his casual answer Angie felt him stiffen up as soon as she mentioned the night of their fun and games on her birthday.

“I will tell you in a minute my true feelings of what went on between the three of us. Just let me finish up here.”

She continued her nice massage for a roughly another five minutes, alternating between rubbing his temples and shoulders, allowing Jackie to relax some even as the issue of what happened between them on her birthday loomed over him.

When she was done with his massage, she slowly climbed off the bed, moving around so she was standing directly in front of him.

His heart caught in his throat as she looked so fucking alluring standing there in just her two towels. The one wrapped around her body looked to be slipping down a bit, again, revealing a nice slice of cleavage. His eyes became lost, stuck on her chest that is, as he stared at her cleavage before she gently used one finger under his chin to tilt his gaze upwards.

“Look at me, honey,” she whispered.

He looked up just as she started her confession.

“I noticed your bad mood going on what now, three weeks. The way you have barely been talking to me, the way you have barely looked at me or even acknowledged that I am alive and I think I know why. It’s because I choose him over you at the end of our little game that night huh?”

When he didn’t say anything, she stroked the side of his face. “Look baby… it’s important you open up your mother and tell her the truth, the whole truth I mean, when she asks you something. If I am going to make an honest and heartfelt confession here… you must do the same. Agreed?”

After a moment’s hesitation he nodded his head yes.

“So I’m right?”

The words, in a torrent of pent up emotion, came spilling out before he could even think about stopping them.

“Yes you are right, Mom. You picked him over me, despite how sweet I am to you… all the time and, by the way, he told me what happened… you know after you guys kicked me out of your stupid game and made me leave. Fucking rubbed it in my face.”

Angie took a deep breath. Jackie was maybe more upset than she could have imagined. He rarely swore so dropping an F bomb in front of her was a sure sigh.

Also, she couldn’t believe that little shit Johnny told his brother what happened between them, especially after making him swear he would take it to his grave. But then again, maybe he only told him bit and pieces of what happened–just enough to tease him and make him jealous without saying anything really damning.

Angie sighed. She would have to get it out of Jackie exactly what his brother told him.

With this in mind, she made her opening move to try and find out the truth.

“I will tell you why I picked him over you, but first you have to tell me exactly what he claimed happened between us… after you left.”

“He made me swear I wouldn’t tell, Mom. To anyone but especially to you so I can’t.”

Giving him a stern look, she made her voice nice and firm. “You can and you will tell me,” she snapped. “I am your mother… don’t forget that.”

She moved closer to him. Using one hand, she tenderly stroked the side of his face as she softened her voice. “He is only your brother, prove to me your loyalty, your absolute devotion is to me and not your brother by making a full confession. If you do then I shall do the same and make my own confession.”

She pulled back a bit, ready to play her trump card. “And by the way, your brother is working a double shift today. He went in at six this morning and won’t be finished until ten and then because he has to be back at work again early the next morning he won’t be home tonight.”

“He won’t,” Jackie replied dumbly.

“No, he won’t. He’s going to spend the night with a friend… you know that guy who lives like just a few blocks down from where he works.”

“Oh…” Jackie said quietly before realizing what that meant. They would truly be alone tonight. The thought of being alone with her made his heart roar with wild anticipation.

Reaching out, she again used one hand to tilt his face upward. Staring him directly in the eyes, she said, “Now show your devotion to me by telling me what he said. Of course, it will remain between me and you. Promise.”

After a long pause where he squirmed back and forth–while keeping quiet–Angie turned up the heat.

“Please tell me, sweetie.” Leaning forward she gave him a soft kiss on the forehead, before whispering, “Pretty please.”

Moving slowly, she dropped her lips to his right cheek. Kissing it gently she whispered another please, and then another, after she kissed his left cheek also.

Jackie caved.

“OK I will tell you.”

Angie pulled back slightly, intently curious now to hear just what Johnny told his brother.

“He said you guys continued playing the game… you know him as the tickle monster and you as the queen and that you encouraged him, I think that is the word he used, to attack you again. He said while you were rolling around on your bed and he was tickling you…”

He paused, licking his lips nervously.

“Go on, tell your mom everything, sweetie. It’s very important… I mean I can’t make things better between us if I don’t know… everything.”

“Fine,” Jackie said with a sigh. “He said as he tickled you, he kept… kept sneaking quick little feels on your breasts and… and you didn’t stop him… and he said, bragged was more like it, how you didn’t seem to mind at all.”

Angie snorted. “That’s not the way I remember it. I mean… I didn’t try to stop him. Really, I did my best, my drunken best that is, to fend off his aggressive attack and, quite frankly, if you brother did cop a couple cheap feels on your mom’s breasts it… well, it did not make an impression on me and I really didn’t notice, honey.”

“He confessed to more than just getting a couple cheap feels, Mom.”

“He did? Tell me.”

“He said when you finally surrendered you gave him… your bra as a souvenir, as a token of your total surrender that is… and that you took it off… in front of him.”

“Yes but in the dark, where he couldn’t see.”

“So it is true. You did give him your fucking bra.” Jackie looked away, obviously angry that what his brother had told him was the truth.

“I did.”

“That’s not fair, Mom!” Jackie said, spitting the words out before he could stop himself.

“I know baby and that is why after we are done talking your mom is going to do her best to make things fair, but you have to finish telling me what he told you.”

“The final thing… what he told me… is really damning for him and if he ever found out I told you–”

“He won’t,” Angie said quickly with a bit of relief. So far he had not really confessed what truly happened between them, but instead only was saying things, mixing truth and fiction liberally, in order to get his younger brother all worked up with jealousy. In other words, he was being true to his nature.

“He said after he had your bra you gave him his kisses, a lot more than the six owed us. He made sure to brag about that.”

“Where did he say I kissed him because… honestly I don’t exactly remember. I mean things were a bit hazy by then.” The truth was Angie did remember, most of what happened, although in a somewhat blurred and disjointed manner.

“He said you kissed him all over… on his face. Nose, forehead, cheeks and… a few times on the lips even.”

“Hmm, is that all he confessed to?”

“No… he said he waited until you fell asleep and then he was real quiet, moved real slow, he said, so as to not wake you up as by then you were pretty much passed out and got out his phone. He then carefully pulled back the sheet you had covering your body. Using the flashlight mode on his phone he… he like flashed it on your bare boobs, Mom.”

“Really… he did that? And you think he is telling the truth?”

“I usually can tell when Johnny is spinning one of his bullshit tall tales and… and I got the feeling this was not one of those times. I think he was telling the truth.”

“Really, well that does sort of sound like something the little shit would do but I wonder, if he was telling the truth… did he happen to say anything about my boobs. You know, about the sneak peek he took at them.”

“He said they were really nice.”

“Well at least he wasn’t disappointed I guess.” Angie replied trying to do her best not to openly admire her older son’s ability to spin a tall tale.

“There is more.”

Angie plopped down on the bed next to him before whispering, “Go on.”

“He said he started to… you know… kind of touch your boobies and when you didn’t react, he began to feel them up… to fondle them. And… and it made him… hard… down there you know. He said… he got it out and… you know… whacked off and came… all over your breasts.”

“Oh Christ. He is lying of course honey. I mean if he had… you know… all over my breasts I would have seen it… in the morning. Seen the mess I mean. It just doesn’t disappear you know.”

“Yeah, but he said he got out a wet wash cloth from your bathroom and very carefully cleaned his mess up off of your breasts.”

“And I never woke up during all this?”

“He said you started to once, but he stopped and you fell back to sleep.”

“Is that all he told you? You aren’t leaving anything out?”

“Yes, other than how he just keep telling me what a great set of tits you have and how nice they were to touch. You know, bragging, how… he got to see them and touch them… and I didn’t.”

“In other words rubbing it in your face.”

“Yes.”

“Making you jealous?”

“Yes.”

“But you… you would never take advantage of your Mom like that… even if she was passed out drunk huh?”

“Never, Mom.”

Taking his hands in hers she whispered quietly. “Because you love and respect me too much?”

“Yes.”

“But despite that love and respect you feel for me… still your heart is breaking with jealousy that your brother got to see his mom’s boobs and play with them a bit and you didn’t?”

After a long pause, Jackie in a whisper she could barely hear said, “Yes… that’s true.” Louder, with a harsh edge to his voice, he added, “Why did you have to fucking pick him?”

“I will tell you but first…”

Climbing to her feet, Angie suddenly was hit with a naughty idea. She would have to make things right.

She crossed the room over to the little mini bar stuck in the far corner of her bedroom and before she could lose her nerve she poured herself a shot of Jack Daniels.

Lifting the glass up to him, she smiled before downing it in one swallow. “Your mom doesn’t drink whiskey much so a couple shots ought to do the trick.”

Jackie looked on in quiet shock as she poured herself a second shot before downing it also, although it took her a good three swallows this time. His shock continued as–giggling– she poured herself a third shot. “I think three is the magical number although I better sip on this one.”

Bringing the full shot of whiskey back to the bed, she sat it down on the nearby nightstand before settling down next to him.

“Now in a short few minutes when those two shots of whisky I just downed begin to work their magic on me, combined with the shot I am sipping on now, I will be about as officially drunk as I was that night your stupid brother took advantage of me.”

Not knowing where this was leading, or what to say, Jackie said and did nothing as she reached over and took a large sip from the third shot.

“Now it’s my turn to tell you why I picked Johnny over you and my true feelings about… everything.”

After taking a quick few seconds to compose her thought she started talking.

“Honey, I picked him over you simply to save you. You must understand I wanted to save you, you know, because I do like you best… although a mother is not supposed to have favorites I’m afraid I do… and you’re it.”

“Save me how and I sure don’t feel like your favorite, Mom.”

“You know your brother honey. If I picked you, he would have made your life miserable for the next few days, or even weeks.”

Jackie thought about it for a quick moment, knowing she was right. Johnny was a sore loser and would have taken it out on him.

“I suppose you are right,” he mumbled.

“The truth is I wanted to pick you, because I like you best. I like the fact you are so sweet and innocent, unlike your brother. Sweetness and innocence, truthfully, turns me on… a lot.”

Giving him a warm smile, she doubled down on what she was telling him. “Will you let me prove it to you? Will you let me give some comfort to that jealous heart of yours… as long as you promise to continue being Mommy’s little boy… so sweet and innocent.” Reaching out, she stroked the side of his face, “And so adorably cute to boot.”

Jackie sighed before whispering, “Yes, I promise.”

Standing up she once again positioned herself so she was standing directly in front of him. His eyes, again, slipped down to her chest. The towel, she was no longer holding it up, seemed to be almost on the verge of slipping down and off her boobs.

“But before I give you any comfort I just wanna get it straight one last time… You were jealous over your brother because I kissed him some, and because he seen my boobies and because he claimed I let him play with them. Is that true?”

Jackie slowly nodded his head yes.

“OK, close your eyes baby. Its makeup time as first I am going to give you some kisses, like I gave him, but only better.”

He closed his eyes before feeling her soft lips just touching his. They shared several light, delicate kisses before Angie pressed her lips firmer against his. Their kisses grew more serious as her tongue flickered out of her mouth, dancing along the length of his lips before he opened his mouth allowing it to spin into his mouth.

His mom’s tongue worked its magic deep inside of his mouth, the highly inexperienced Jackie had never been kissed like that before, causing his cock to become first stiff and then hard in a mere matter of seconds.

After a few breathless seconds, she pulled back from him. Taking a step back, she stared at him, long and hard, as he sat perched on the edge of her bed.

Finally she whispered to him, “So were you just a little jealous or really, really jealous your brother got to see him mom’s boobies?”

He debated briefly about just how much to tell her before he told her everything in one long breathless confession.

“I was really jealous, Mom. I mean it’s so unfair. Johnny… he is always bragging about the girls he gets and how about he has seen lots and lots of girls naked and stuff while me, on the other hand…”

Jackie’s voice trailed off then, indicating the truth Angie had always suspected.

“And you, on the other hand, have never seen a girl’s boobies… for real I mean. Seeing them in movies or on porn sites don’t count.”

He looked away, obviously embarrassed.

Using the gentlest of touches, Angie turned his face back to her. “Have you sweetie?

After a brief moment’s pause Jackie slowly shook his head before whispering, “Never.”

Angie reached over, grabbing the half full shot glass off the nearby nightstand and after draining it in one long swallow, she was feeling more than a little brave and wholly reckless.

Giving her obviously embarrassed son a crafty look, she whispered sweetly, “So you wanna see your mother’s boobies, honey? Would that make you feel better huh?”

Jackie couldn’t find his voice but instead only nodded his head yes. Moving ever so slowly, Angie brought her hand up to the top of the towel where it was secured around her chest. Carefully, patiently, she loosened it up just a bit, knowing it would only ramp up his desire if she kept things moving at a snail’s pace.

Bringing one finger to her face, she gave him a mock smile, showing her teeth as she pointed to her pouty face, “Are you sure, baby? They… well… your mommy’s boobies are… like… kind of big and a lot of guys don’t like them big.”

Taking her hand away, she looked down, feigning sadness. “I mean I would just hate it if you didn’t like them… after the way your brother bragged about how nice they were. I would hate for you to be disappointed, sweetheart”

“I… I… I wanna see them. Please, I mean, Johnny, he is always teasing me about that.”

Then, wanting to reassure her, he added, “And I like them big.”

“Oh poor baby, never seen a woman’s boobs before. Well…” Ever so carefully Angie tugged on the towel downwards allowing it to fall but before he could slip down enough to actually reveal her tits to him she caught it, preventing it from falling any further.

She paused for a long moment just as the blue towel, by the barest of margins, clung to her boobs just above her prodigious nipples. “It would be truly my honor for your mom’s boobs to be the first you ever saw.”

Finally, after one small, additional tug, the towel slipped down and off her boobs, hitting the floor with a dull thud.

Jackie stared, awe struck by how big and beautiful his mom’s tits truly were. Licking his lips, he thought to himself, Jesus they were nice especially those large ripe nipples.

“So are you, disappointed, baby?” Angie asked, even though she knew, beyond an absolute doubt, he was not based on how he was just staring at them with such a hungry look on his cute face.

“No, Mommy, not at all,” he answered quietly. “They are beautiful… just like you.”

Her next question almost caused him to have a heart attack. “So… I suppose since your brother got to play with them a bit that night while I was passed out, you would like to do the same?”

Her question caught him off guard enough where he was shocked into silence.

As he sat there, saying nothing, while gaping open mouthed at her bare breasts, she whispered the offer again.

“It would be so much better, me letting you play with them honey coz I’m not passed out and you won’t be taking advantage of me… don’t you think?”

When he still didn’t respond she moved closer to him, still whispering, “Come on my shy little boy, tell me… tell your mommy you would like to play with her big boobies.”

Remembering how she liked him to play innocent he responded likewise. “Oh God yes, Mommy, I do wanna play with them… please, pretty please.”

She sat down next to him, taking his hands in her own she whispered, “Of course you can play with your mommy’s boobies, hon, here let me help you.”

Sitting down next to him, she turned halfway so she was facing him, liking the way he was squirming so much. Reaching out she took his hands into her own, guiding them to her chest.

“Oh God,” he whispered under his breath as his hands came in contact with those two large mounds of warm womanly flesh. They were both nice and soft, and nice and jiggly, as he bounced them up and down in his hands, carefully testing their weight when it happened.

He came right then and there inside his pants. Touching his mom’s boobs, he had been dreaming about it for so long, sent him careening over the edge with the result being a rather embarrassing and messy premature ejaculation.

He tried to get up, meaning to flee the scene of his crime. His mom, knowing what happened, gently grabbed him by the arm.

Standing up, she steered him into her bathroom. “It’s OK baby. Just get cleaned up inside my bathroom and then come back out when you are done.”

She watched him trudge, obviously dejected, over to her bathroom. Wanting to make him feel better she spoke up, “You don’t have to go, after you come back out… I don’t want you to go. You know what happened just then is nothing to be embarrassed about, but, is actually a compliment to your mommy and her big tits being able to make you come so quickly coz you like them so much.”

Inside the bathroom, Jackie hurriedly stripped off his gym shorts and briefs before using a large wad of toilet paper to clean up the sticky mess off of his briefs as best he could.

After getting both his underwear and gym shorts back on, he slowly ventured back out into the bedroom to find his mom in her bed, under the covers. The bedroom was filled with soft candle light from a good half dozen candles scattered on both the nightstands.

She smiled, patting the bed next to her. “Join me honey as I really don’t think you were done playing with your mommy’s boobies yet before your little messy poo interrupted things.”

Jackie let out a small sigh of relief. Apparently the night was not over yet.

Moving slowly, carefully, he crossed the bedroom to her bed, fearful any sudden movement might burst this incredible dream.

“Take off your clothes first baby before crawling into bed with your mommy,” she whispered to him.

He obeyed stripping off his tee shirt and gym shorts before asking, “My underwear too?”

“I guess you can leave them on, hon.”

After he got under the covers, he snuggled up to her warm naked body while wondering if he should bring up what just happened. “Mom… are you really OK with what, you know, just happened. I mean isn’t it embarrassing?”

Slinking her arms around him, she whispered, “Shhh sweetheart, I told you, I took that as a compliment. Now I don’t want you to worry about that anymore. Instead…”

She pulled the covers back from her body saying, “Here let Mommy get comfortable while you continue to play with her boobies, sweetheart.”

Scooting backwards she fell onto her back positioning herself so she was in the middle of the bed.

“I’m just going to close my eyes baby, those shots of whiskey are really working their magic on me.”

Pulling his hands back, Jackie said, “Maybe I should go. I mean… I don’t wanna take advantage of you, Mom… like stupid Johnny.”

“Of course not honey but the truth, in your case, I want you to take advantage of me. I want you to treat your Mommy’s body like a playground where you can take advantage of exploring all its secret wonders and where all the rides are free… all night long.”

After allowing him a good five minutes or so of playful exploration, Angie let out a long sigh happy about her decision to totally submit to both her son and the whiskey.

The way he was caressing those large tits of hers with such reverence was an incredible turn on to her. She let out another longer, much pronounced sigh when she felt his playful fingers flickering tenderly across her nipples, making them snap to attention.

“You like playing with your mommy’s nipples baby… making them get all nice and erect like that?”

“Yes,” he quietly answered. “Do you like me playing with them like that?”

“Mmm, I do baby. I love the way you are being so gentle with your mommy’s big boobies. A lot of men think they can be rough with them just coz they are big.”

Using his thumbs he carefully flicked his mom’s ripe nipples back and forth making her moan quietly.

Angie was on the verge of losing control as her son tenderly flickered his thumbs over her highly sensitive nipples. Wanting more, needing more, she reached up, wrapping a hand around the back of his head, drawing him down and into the warmth of her motherly bosom.

“Mommy wants you to suck on her titties, sweetheart. Can you do that for me, Jackie?”

Jackie gave his answer by closing his eyes and opening his mouth as he felt his mother nudge his open mouth to her large, distended nipple.

The feast started slowly with him patiently suckling quietly on both of her large boobs in turn. Although wholly a virgin, he needed no lessons on suckling on his mom’s big tits, instead it came quite natural to his eager, hungry mouth.

His tongue slowly snaked a long, luscious line back and forth across the vast expanse of his mother’s full-sized breasts, going from one to the other, before finally ending up at one of her nipples. He lathered it deliberately with his tongue, making her squirm and begin to clutch desperately at the back of his head as she tried to force his face deeper against her tits. He pulled back, turning his attention to the other ripe nipple, spending a long moment nibbling on it so very gently, causing his mother to moan with utter delight.

Much to his surprise, Jackie heard his mom began to beg. “Go on Jackie, stop teasing me and suck on them baby… please honey… pleeeassse.”

Giving in to her begging, he lowered his mouth to her beautiful breasts, determined to give her what she wanted as he fell upon his mother’s breasts like a ravenous wolf.

Suckling on them wildly, Jackie happily gave his mom what she wanted which only made her want more. His eager, young mouth flew back and forth between the mighty twin peaks of her tits sucking, licking, nibbling on each to the point where he got so fucking turned on he began to dry hump her through his shorts.

Angie, not wanting him to have another “accident” knew the time was right to offer him the ultimate prize before he blew his top again. Snaking a hand around the back of his head, she prodded his face gently up and off of her breasts as she pushed him back slightly breaking the way he had been humping her down there.

They exchanged another fiery set of kisses before Angie guided his face down to her tits again. Pulling back slightly, he let his tongue go to work as it lathered each of her nipples, in turn, with infinitely loving care, making her squirm and moan with unabashed pleasure.

Grabbing his hand, she guided it down and in between her legs as she parted her thighs for him.

Jackie’s cock was growing hard again as he felt, for the first time, the wet softness that lay between a woman’s legs. It felt heavenly as he slipped first one finger, and then a second, playfully exploring, up and inside of her.

Working his mouth in tandem with his fingers he soon fell into a gentle rhythm of finger fucking his mom while suckling on her boobies. He knew he was doing well by the way her moans were both increasing in length and intensity.

Pulling his mouth off of her tits, he looked up at her. She was smiling at him with such infinite sweetness it made his heart wrench with untold love while making him want to shower her with kisses.

Their mouths came together, tongues flickering in and out, with the sound of their lips smacking together filling the bedroom. They spent the next few minutes making out like long lost lovers with Jackie continually fondling her breasts much to her utter delight.

Making a snap decision, Angie broke off their little kissing session by rising up on her elbows. “Jackie be a doll and grab your mom’s bottle of coconut oil out of the nightstand drawer… right there to your right while I grab a little something out of the other drawer.”

Jackie pulled away to grab the bottle of oil a bit disappointed as he could only assume his mother planned on using the oil to give him a hand job, and while yes that would be nice, he wanted, he needed more.

After handing her the oil, he was certain she would pour some on her hands and then take care of him, but instead he watched– with growing excitement– as she dumped a generous amount of oil all over her tits before giving him a real, real pleasant surprise.

“Sweetheart I have a… a special treat for you… if you’re interested.”

“W-what, Mom?

With a smile, she pulled a small black bag out from behind her back she had hidden there.

“Go on, open the bag and dump what’s in it out on the bed, baby.”

Just as she wanted, he dumped the contents off the bag onto the bed and was amazed when four sets of hand cuffs came tumbling out.

“Are those for…” Jesus handcuffs! His heart rate shot through the roof –but who were they for?

Giving him an impish smile she whispered, “They are for me, sweetie. One set for each of my wrists and ankles. Now be a good boy and go ahead and secure your mommy to her bed so you can take full advantage of her… for the rest of the night.”

Jackie could barely contain his excitement as he carefully attached the restraints on his naked mother. Following her softly whispered instructions, he proceeded to stretch her four limbs out securing each in turn to the upper and lower posts of her four poster bed.

Looking at her, laid out, spread eagle, on the bed, wholly naked, caused his cock to become hard as a fucking rock.

Although she may have been the one physically restrained, there was still no doubt who was in charge as she barked at him, “Now go ahead and hop off your mom’s bed and take off your underwear, hon.”

When he didn’t move fast enough for her liking, she snapped at him, “Hurry up before I change my mind and decide to switch places with you.”

That got him moving as damn near tripped over his feet hopping off the bed.

“Now remove your underwear slowly as I watch honey. Don’t be shy.”

Reaching down, he carefully hooked a pair of nervous fingers under the waistband of his simple white briefs. He looked over at her as he slowly lowered the cotton briefs down and off of his body. She had a wicked little smile on her face as she stared intently at him. It was a smile that only grew more mischievous as his hard six inch cock sprang forth, like a tiger ready to pounce, from the tight confines of his briefs.

Still in control, in a voice that was commanding and matter of fact, Angie announced to him, “Now I want you to be a good and take your time and rub the oil all over, nice and slow, on your mom’s tits.”

Crawling up onto the bed, Jackie positioned himself next to her before stretching his hands out. Slowly, showing the patience of a saint, he massaged the oil all over her immense tits as she closed her eyes while thrusting her chest upwards for all its worth.

Loving the way the way the oil made her tits all nice and slick, Jackie slowly glided his hands all the vast expanse of her breasts rubbing the oil in nicely. Just as he was about to tell her he was all done she whispered to him in a voice husky with desire.

“You wanna fuck em don’t you, little boy. I bet you do. Go on tell me, tell your mommy you wanna fuck her tits… tell her you have been dreaming about it ever since that night we played our little game… me you and your stupid brother.”

It was true. Jackie had been secretly thinking about titty fucking his mother since that night. Titty fucking had been, until now, what he considered to be almost an impossible dream for him but now…

“Yes, I have been dreaming of fucking your tits, Mommy,” he whispered in a nervous voice.

Angie nodded her head at his confession before whispering, “Well go on then sweetie, put that big, hard cock of yours between your mom’s tits… I think you would like that.”

Jackie, by now, had totally lost the power of speech. Instead, he nodded his head dumbly as he slowly crawled on top of her.

Once he was on top of her, she hissed at him, “Go on Jackie, shove that cock of yours in between your Mommy’s big tits baby and do what you have been dreaming of doing for so long and fuck the hell out of them.”

Before falling to the task at hand, Jackie stared down at his mom, wanting to burn the image of her being bound naked to her bed by all four limbs, her chest heaving, into his memory banks forever.

His eyes floated up and down her body before finally settling on her tits. God they were beautiful he thought as in the soft candle light they appeared to almost glow.

He straddled his mother, his cock aching with pent up desire, as he carefully pushed his hardness up and in between her well-oiled tits.

He began to piston his hips forward, slowly at first as he pushed his hard cock between those majestic tits of hers. Using his hands on either side, he squeezed them together so they fully enveloped his achingly hard cock.

Jackie sighed. Never, ever, had he felt anything as delightful as having his manhood snuggled in between the soft cushions that were his mom’s breasts.

Each soft thrust inched him closer to his impending climax. If not for him coming once already, surely he would have been spurting cum all over her tits by now.

Angie, wanting to see her son lose control, urged him on with a soft whispered plea. “”Come on baby, fuck em harder… for Mommy please.”

Jackie responded to her soft pleas by ramping things up a bit. Biting his lip, he began to thrust his cock up and in between her tits, harder and faster, causing waves of pleasure wash over him.

Angie struggled against the cuffed restraints that held her in place as she so badly wanted to grab his hips and help him fuck her tits harder and faster.

Instead, she must settle for her son’s slow and gentle fucking of her breasts while hoping it would not last as she desperately wants him to lose control and start fucking her tits like a possessed madman.

She would not have to wait long as the slow and gentle pace only lasted maybe another three of four thrusts before he did, in fact, start to lose control.

The bed, it was a bit old, began to squeak and moan as he slammed his cock in between her tits for all its worth, fucking them so hard now while knowing he would not last long at this pace.

Helping his pending orgasm rush home was Angie’s desperate pleas to her son. “Go on honey, fuck your mommy’s titties harder, sweetie. That’s it… harder… Oh God… she wants you to come all over them baby. Pleeeasse.”

Jackie was now, quite literally, blasting his achingly rigid cock as hard and as fast as he could, up and in between his mother’s tits.

Using his hands to squeeze his mom’s tits even tighter around his cock, the resulting tunnel of tit flesh felt absolutely exquisite.

Angie thrusted her chest up towards her son’s manhood, trying her best to induce him to cum as she once more pleaded for him to do so…

“Come on sweetie, fuck them harder, and come for your Mommy… please honey… pleeaasse… fuck them… that’s it… ah-huh… yeah… fuck them sweetheart… good boy… goooo…

She never got to finish her second good boy as Jackie finally exploded with a virtual geyser of cum spurting out all over his mom’s tits.

The orgasm was powerful enough to turn his muscles into jelly as he fell face forward onto her. Burying his face against her neck, he let the powerful after effects of his earthquake like orgasm wash over him.

Finally, he was able to lift himself off of her.

“That was nice huh baby?” she whispered.

“That was super nice, Mom… I mean…” He shook his head. There was nothing more he could add.

Their eyes met. Peering down at her, so very helpless and naked, he knew what needed to be done next.

Lowering his mouth to hers, they shared a series of long, slow and exceedingly passionate kisses with their tongues slipping out and intertwining like a pair of horny snakes.

After this breathless flurry of kisses, his mouth slipped down to her neck. He nibbled on it for a moment, making her squirm, before his mouth fell down further to the mountainous curves of her breasts. He raised up for a moment to– once more– admire their majestic beauty that he just couldn’t seem to get enough of before he dropped his mouth down.

Angie loved the way her son showered a gentle rain of soft kisses all over her tits, making her squirm and moan quietly. Wanting to make her moan all the more, he let his tongue slip out to gently lather her fully erect nipple with tender loving care.

Feeling her writhe under this relentless assault gave him the courage to move on… down south to the fertile land that lay between her thighs.

Letting his mouth slide down off the tremendous slope of her tits and onto the relatively flat plain of her stomach, he kissed his way south as she continued to squirm in pent up anticipation of where his kisses were leading.

He circled around the entirety of her tummy with dozens of slow and languid little kisses and licks of his tongue while continuing to always let his kisses slip further down.

Upon reaching her parted thighs, he kissed his way up one side and down the other before stopping just short of the treasure between.

“I think you are teasing me honey,” she moaned softly.

After parting her legs wider, his only response was to move his mouth directly over her wet pussy before blowing a steady stream of air on it in an attempt to torment her.

That’s it baby. Please… please eat my pussy,” Angie demanded in a voice harsh with pent up desire as she tried to thrust her pussy up toward his mouth.

He pulled back away from her upward thrusts, loving the fact he was in total control. Instead of complying with her desperate demands to eat her out, he kissed all around her vagina before going back to her inner thighs using his tongue to tenderly lick them up and down. Stopping directly over her vagina he lowered his mouth and then breathed out several times so she could feel his warm breath so very close to it, increasing her anticipation.

Slowly, he snaked his tongue out, licking at her delicate pussy lips for a good minute or two, making her groan and wriggle wildly.

After a patient minute or two of this, he lowered his mouth further and began sucking on her clit lightly while mixing in a generous portion of kisses and licks.

Angie thrashed against the cuffs as her son was driving her wild, especially when he began to lightly flicker his tongue all around her pussy.

His teasing was turning Angie into a wanton little whore who now literally began to beg for it.

“Oh God Jackie, baby… Stop teasing Mommy and eat her fucking pussy out. Please sweetheart. I can’t take it anymore… pleaaaaaaaaaase.”

Finally, determining she was properly warmed up by his artful teasing, Jackie took the plunge, burying his face deep inside his mother’s pussy.

Jackie inexperienced in practice had the theory down of eating pussy thanks to a few online articles he read and the little tricks he learned, thus far, seemed to be working.

Finding her swollen clit, he attacked it with his tongue, causing her to buck and twist even more. Intermingling small flickers of his tongue, with some soft nibbles and tender kisses, he soon had his poor mother writhing with untold passion.

Over, under, sideways, down his tongue traveled a wicked course over his mom’s vagina, leaving no part of it untouched, which only served to make her struggle even greater against her restraints.

Angie’s moans were getting louder with each passing flicker of his tongue against her clit. Pulling back, he rested his tongue momentarily, sensing, correctly, that his mom was on the very edge of coming.

He let the tension die down inside of her for just a moment. He had planned on bringing her just to the edge of climaxing, at least once anyways, and then pulling back, knowing when he finally did go all the way her climax would be all the more powerful for the waiting.

Working his tongue now in tandem with his finger he went back to work, lapping at her wet cunt like a kitty laps at a bowl of milk. He then slowly brought one of his hands down, after previously using them both to knead her lovely tits like two large loaves of bread.

Moving carefully, he gently worked his index finger up inside of his mom’s moist pussy making her let out another long series of moans as his tongue continued to work its magic.

He felt her tense up as his finger slid into place, and then moan even louder as he finger fucked her while continuing to lap at her clit so sweetly with his eager tongue.

Angie finally was at the door step to the Promised Land. She was coming now. Hard. Violently even, as she bucked and strained against the hand cuffs. Lashing her head side to side, her long hair whipping about, she moaned to the heavens, “Oh God baby mommy is coming… Yes… OH GOD YESSSSSS!!”

Angie’s orgasm was maybe the most intense she ever experienced in her life, leaving her panting and out of breath. Jackie moved up to her snuggling against her chest as he whispered, “I did not good, Mommy?”

“You did perfect honey,” she proclaimed.

Less than ten minutes later, Angie freed from her restraints cuddled him in his arms as they fell fast asleep, both dreaming of what new adventures they might explore in the not so distant future.