Several hours later, she emerged from the mall with bags in hand. She’d been successful on all counts and was looking forward to showcasing her new style, even wearing one outfit out of the store. Form-fitting shorts showing off her ass, a soft t-shirt with a v-neck, and a shelf bra which allowed her tits to be displayed nicely.
Once she got home, she called out for Josh but found he wasn’t home. It was all for the better, as she needed to ground herself at home again. She could feel herself thinking of Josh constantly, wanting to be around him, and knew she had a crush. It was natural, finding affection after starving for it, but if she wasn’t careful they could catch trouble. It was better to let their new arrangement settle in for a bit, and try to normalize it. It wouldn’t do to be all over each other once Chuck came home.
Jean put her purchases away, pulling her former clothes out for donation, and throwing her bras in the garbage. It had taken some help from the store clerk to find her new cup size and adjust her breasts to sit in their new home. The new one she was wearing now was much more comfortable, not squishing or hiding what she had.
Chuck wasn’t due for several hours after dinner, so Jean changed into another outfit better for around-the-house situations.
That done, she went to prep dinner, feeling the freedom of moving around the kitchen without restriction. She did her best to keep her mind off of Josh, but it was difficult. Each sound from outside had her listening to see if he was home, so when he did finally come home, she was ready for him.
Heart beating hard, she listened as she chopped onions at the counter, hearing Josh move through the house to the kitchen. When he found her, the only thing he said was, “Wow!”
She turned her head and smiled at him, knowing what he was seeing. She’d kept the same top on, but changed her shorts for a hoop skirt mid-thigh in length. Not slutty, but ready for surprises.
Josh came up behind her, as she hoped he would, to hug her. The feel of his strong arms around her gave her a thrill. She patted his arm and pushed back against him with her butt.
“I like your skirt,” he said. “And your shirt…and your bra.”
“Thank you,” she said, simply, continuing her work but pleased at his compliments. “You asked about touching earlier. It’s allowed, within reason.”
“Yeah? Whose reason?”
She felt his hand drift down her ass and squeeze her cheek.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned. “As long as it follows the rule, and as long as we don’t get caught.”
Jean smiled, pleased when she felt her skirt being gathered and lifted, exposing her butt.
“Woah, I like that, too,” Josh said when he saw the thong she had on. She’d never worn one before but decided after only a few minutes she liked it. Feeling her son’s hand on her bare ass, she decided she loved it.
He stroked her there for a bit, squeezing and lifting. Jean could feel herself getting wet, the gusset of her skimpy panties soaking up her leaking juices. She’d need to get off soon, she knew.
“I have other attributes, you know,” she said quietly.
Josh responded by cupping her boob from behind, sending a delicious warmth to her puss. He dipped the hand into her shirt, a motion made easy by her clothing and played with her hard nipple.
“Fuck,” she said. “Okay, let’s go, big boy.”
She put her knife down and turned, grabbing Josh and dragging him to the bathroom. Mother and son disrobed hurriedly, and she delighted in seeing his hard cock emerge from his underwear. It was beautiful, and she ached to have it in her but knew she couldn’t, for so many reasons.
That didn’t mean she couldn’t play with it. She pulled Josh into the shower, without the water running, and started to stroke him. He responded by playing with her tits and ass. When he tried to go for her pussy, she slapped his hand away, knowing it led to broken rules.
At one point Jean was tempted to go on her knees but felt it might be too far, so she tugged and rubbed at him until he blew his prodigious load all over her. She moaned as each streak of come hit her body, igniting her nerves and senses. To her surprise, Josh used his hands to massage his come into her skin. The added sensations and it not being her hands drove her crazy, and she was moaning like she was in heat in no time.
“That’s it, Josh, rub your sperm all over me!” she cried.
She was so gone she didn’t notice when Josh’s hand traced his dripping semen down her belly to her bare pubis. When his finger hit her labia, she jerked once before pulling away. She wanted to scold him but decided against it. He was just going with his instincts, trying to please her, and his hands were covered in his delightful semen. The next time his hand drifted low, she was slower in moving it away. The third time, she let him touch her there, his fingers tracing her lips before plowing into her furrow.
When he hit her clit, she cried out. He missed it a few times, and then hit it again, his finger scraping over the sensitive bud. The semen on his hand lit her nerves on fire, and her nose was full of the scent of berries, enhancing the effect. When he clumsily went searching for her opening, she grabbed his hand and showed him where it was. He pushed his digit inside of her, his finger thicker than hers, causing her to cry out.
“Fuck, Josh, you feel so good. Don’t stop,” she whispered, as if afraid of the words. “You’re going to make me come. You’re going to make mommy come,” she husked.
Josh leaned over and clamped his mouth on her neck, sucking her flesh between his lips and nipping at her skin. His other hand clutched onto her back, holding her in place as she started to shake on his finger.
She grunted as she came on her son’s invading digit, vagina clenching over and over, trying to milk semen from an appendage which didn’t produce it. In the delirium of the moment, she wished she could milk the real thing, and draw virile man seed deep into her body.
Jean hadn’t told the entire story of where her rule had come from when she explained it to Josh. She did have a friend who’d gotten pregnant, but Jean wasn’t afraid of the consequences; in fact, she craved them. When talking with her friend, Jean had discovered a kink for wanting to be knocked up, impregnated, inseminated, bred! It was such a dangerous fetish for so many reasons she’d put in the rule, to ensure when she let someone inside of her, the consequences weren’t life-altering.
The cruel joke of her life was that although she wanted to be impregnated, it had only happened once. Chuck refused to get tested for fertility, and Jean had spent years hoping for a miracle which never happened.
As the horny mother completed climaxing on her only offspring’s hand, she came back to earth, slowly relaxing in the cradle of his arm. Josh eased his finger out of her quim, the stroke of it sending another quiver of pleasure through her body.
Josh reached up and aimed the shower head away from them and turned on the water to heat it. As they waited for the warmth, he kissed her, and Jean enthusiastically returned it. He had been an inexperienced kisser to start, but he was a fast learner, and soon she was enjoying it as much as with any lover in her past.