A Jealous Mother

A Jealous Mother -- ch 3

Kenny sat across the booth from his mom. They stopped to get a bite to eat before heading home after spending a couple hours at the mall. He hadn't taken his eyes off her for any more than a few seconds the whole time they were out. The jeans she was wearing fit her perfectly, having lost so much weight since his dad had left her. Her blouse looked like it was ready to burst as it encased her huge breasts. Breasts he had every intention of enjoying in every way a man could enjoy them. He forced himself to look her in the eye, even as her deep cleavage screamed for his attention.

"I've been thinking about all that you told me about what dad did to you. I think you should take him for all you can get out of him. You should get the house, a huge settlement and the house. But I don't know how these things work. So we should get you a good lawyer who will fuck him over good." The more Kenny talked, the angrier he was getting.

Denise reached across the table, taking her son's hand in hers. "I'm sorry I unloaded all that stuff about your father all over you, baby. I shouldn't have brought you into our issues." Her voice sounding remorseful, while her mind scolded her. She knew she was manipulating her son as she unloaded on him the night before. She desperately needed her son on her side. 'So why not reinforce that?' She thought to herself. "I've known for years that I wasn't pretty enough for him. And I knew he was banging all those cute little sluts, with their tight asses and perky breasts." She lowered her head and sobbed softly. "I just never had anyone I could talk to about it. Then you came home. I don't think you know how much I need you right now." She added her last plea as she reached across the table with her other hand and grabbed his hand with both of hers.

Kenny couldn't help but smile as he thought about how she'd thrown herself at him the night before. Then how things unraveled since then. They'd crossed a line. They could never go back. He knew it was wrong. But he'd tasted that forbidden fruit, and he knew he was hooked. He wanted to keep eating from that tree for as long as he could. "I think I do, mom. You've got me." He squeezed her hand. "You're my girl now." He felt like he was talking with one of the girls from school. "And I'm going to take care of you."

Denise smiled at her son. "Oh sweetie! You don't know how good that makes me feel. I'm going to take good care of my baby. You won't need any of those little girls at school. None of them can love you as much as I do."

He got an angry look on his face as he thought about her obsession with the girls at college that he had dated. She was a jealous and insecure woman, imposing that jealousy and insecurity on him. 'Well, if that's the way you want to keep playing this...' He thought to himself. "You are going to take care of me, mom." He replied smiling as he stared at her chest now. Not caring if it was obvious. "I'll be home all summer. You're going to take real good care of me. And I plan on having lots of fun with those tits of yours." He said, not lowering his voice.

"Now don't be crude, young man!" Denise replied with her scolding voice. "And keep your voice down!" She said, almost whispering.

Something in Kenny's mind had snapped over the last twenty-four hours. Denise no longer held any motherly sway over him. He no longer cared about what she thought of his behavior or speech. He knew he should feel like a piece of shit for the way he was seeing her now. But he didn't. And the more he thought about her as a sexual creature he could use for his pleasure, the more his mind worked at using her insecurities and jealousies to his advantage. "Do you want to keep me all to yourself, mom?"

"Oh sweetie! You know I do! The thought of losing you makes me sick to my stomach!" He could hear the longing and fear in her voice.

It was his turn to reach for her hands across the table. He grabbed them both with his hands and squeezed them tight. "Then you better get used to behaving like my girlfriend. And being talked to like one of them." He said with a grin.

Denise felt a pang of sorrow and regret as his words sunk in. She knew she'd lost the innocence of the relationship they'd shared as mother and son, and would probably never get it back. But her fear of losing him trumped all other rational thoughts. "Alright, sweetie. But, did you always talk with those other girls that way? Telling them how you were going to have fun with their tits?" She decided to use his term for her breasts.

He smiled at her as he squeezed her hands again. "Just the slutty ones that I knew enjoyed it and wanted it."

Denise almost burst into tears. Not at his words. But at the truth of them. She did feel like a slut as she threw herself at him. And then afterwards, as he took her repeatedly, giving her more pleasure than she could ever remember receiving from any lover before him. She was her son's slut now. And she didn't have the willpower or desire to stop it from happening again and again. If that's what it took to keep her son, then so be it. She would do whatever was needed, and become whatever he wanted, as long as it meant keeping him to herself. "Then I'm going to be the best girlfriend you've ever had, baby." She replied, forcing a smile.

Kenny sat back, staring at her. His eyes darted back and forth between her face and chest. His mind kicked into overdrive how he could push her into more slutty behavior. He knew he should be feeling guilty for even thinking this way. But he didn't. "Let's finish our meal and get home."

Denise put the groceries away that they'd picked up on the way home, while Kenny ran upstairs to change. He liked being comfortable when he was home. He'd bought himself a couple different oversized t-shirts and a couple pairs of gym shorts he could lounge around the house in. He heard voices downstairs as he changed. He immediately recognized the new voice as that of Marsha, their neighbor across the street. She and mom had been friends for years. Why his mom had never confided in her was a mystery to him. Maybe it was the shame of not being able to keep her husband. But more than likely, it was that Marsha could be intimidating. She was one of those women who took over the room whenever she walked in. She was not only gregarious, she was also the neighborhood workout fanatic, who could always be found jogging or doing yoga or down at the fitness center. She had that perfectly toned body that men drooled over. I was one of them.

"Hi Mrs. Hart!" Kenny greeted her as he stepped into the kitchen.

"Hi Kenny!" She responded smiling. Then she walked up to him and hugged him as she looked up at him. "My my! Haven't you gotten big. It's been awhile since I've seen you."

Kenny looked over Marsha's head at his mother, knowing she would be taking all this in. He wasn't disappointed. He smiled to himself when he saw the scowl on her face. "It has been awhile." He replied, holding onto her. "You've taken good care of yourself." He added, looking down at her, smiling.

"Well, thank you for noticing." Marsha said, almost purring as she looked up at him, returning his smile. "It's nice being noticed by a man."

The two finally released each other, and Marsha returned to her conversation with mom. "Anyway Denise. I've put up with Tom's indiscretions for the last time. I found this great divorce attorney who is a real pit-bull. She redefines the term 'bitch'". Both ladies laughed.

"Well, I want her name. I'm divorcing Frank. I've had enough of his screwing around."

Marsha reached out and hugged mom. "Oh sweetie! I'm so sorry. But I can't say I didn't see this coming. I think half the neighborhood knows your Frank will screw anything he can get ahold of."

Kenny could see the humiliation washing over his mom. The two women talked as he walked to the fridge and got a beer. Then he headed towards the living room to find a baseball game on the TV.

Twenty minutes later Denise walked in the living room and sat down on the couch, next to her son. The look on her face caught him off-guard. Instead of sorrow and humiliation, he saw a rage in her eyes. "That son of a bitch bragged to just about every guy in the neighborhood about all the bitches he was fucking! I'm so fucking mad right now!"

Kenny reached for her hand and squeezed it. "Did you get the name of Marsha's lawyer she was talking about?" He could feel her whole body shaking.

"Yes!" She replied as she laid her other hand over his. "Tell me what to do Kenny!" She said almost pleading with him.

"It's Friday afternoon. Too late to do anything today. Call her office now and make an appointment for the first available time slot she has." Denise sat there for several seconds, staring at her son. "Now, mom! Call her now! Take charge of your life and call that lawyer." Kenny laughed to himself at the hypocrisy of his last statement as his mom got up to retrieve her phone and call the lawyer. He was encouraging her to take charge of her life, when in reality he was the one taking charge of it.

He found himself wrestling with his own feelings as he watched her walk away, then listened to her making the call. The son side of him felt empathy for what his mom was going through as her world came crashing down around her. He knew he was going to stand beside her through the entire ordeal, being the encouraging son, building up his mom however she needed. But the male side of him felt a growing desire for this woman he could have his way with for the foreseeable future. She'd made it clear, she was going to do whatever she had to, to keep him. The male in him had every intention of taking full advantage of that willingness.

'Yeah! I'm a pig!' He thought to himself as he watched her walk back into the living room. He eyed her body from head to toe as she walked towards him. 'She is so fucking gorgeous! She could stand to lose a few more pounds. We'll work on that. But those tits! I'll never get enough of them!"

Denise sat down next to him again. She had a blank look on her face as she stared at her son. "Am I that impossible to live with?" She asked almost crying. "Am I that ugly, that your father wouldn't even want to touch me?"

Kenny reached out and caressed the side of her face with the back of his hand. "No, mom. You're not impossible to live with. And you're anything but ugly. You're a gorgeous, attractive, desirable woman. I haven't got a fucking clue what dad was thinking, then or now. But all I can say is, 'FUCK HIM!' I say, take him to the bank and take him for all you can get out of him." Then he reached for her with both arms and pulled her into his body as she sat next to him.

Denise nuzzled her head under his arm, as he wrapped one arm around her shoulders while pulling her into his body with his other arm wrapped around her waist. "I'm so glad your home Ken. I don't think I can do this alone."

"You're not alone. Not anymore. I'll be with you through the whole thing. If I have to, I'll skip next semester so I can be here for you." He didn't know how that would play out with his scholarship. But at the moment he didn't care. He just knew he had to help his mom. He also knew the more he helped her, the more returns he'd get on his investment. 'I AM SUCH A FUCKING PIG!' His conscience screamed at him.

Denise lifted herself off his chest to look at him. "You would do that for me?!"

Kenny smiled at her as he cupped her face in his hand. "I will gladly do that for you. Right now, you come first." He stroked her cheek as the two stared at each other. He could tell she was fighting back tears.

"Oh Kenny!" She sighed as she leaned forward and kissed him. Their mouths stayed locked together as their tongues played together. "You are the man in my life now." She added, panting. "Tell me what you want me to do." She said in a whisper. As though she might be overheard by someone else.

"Take off the blouse and bra." He commanded her.

Denise gave a weak smile as she began unbuttoning her blouse with trembling hands. She was going to give this man, her son, everything and anything he wanted.

Kenny continued to caress her face softly as he watched her remove her blouse, then reach behind her back and unsnap the bra that encased her enormous breasts. He then pulled her into his body, next to him. Both turned towards the other as Denise threw one leg over his legs. Kenny wrapped his right arm around her shoulders and began playing with her hair as he started to caress her breasts with his left hand.

"Now let me tell you what I see." He said softly to her. "I see a beautiful, sensuous woman. A woman who has so much to offer a man. You're smart and tough. I see a woman who's been knocked down. But you're going to get back up. Because I'm not going to let you stay down there." He cupped her breast and lifted it slightly, reveling in its size and weight, as he flicked the hardening nipple with his thumb. "Did I mention you are drop dead gorgeous?" He asked smiling.

Denise giggled as his words and touch began to have the affect on her Kenny knew they would. "You did. But that's ok. I like hearing it over and over."

"Good! Because I like telling you that, over and over." He said smiling before pulling their heads together. He kissed her. It was a kiss that started out tender at first. His hand caressing her breast all over. The kiss slowly intensified as their desire for each other deepened. His caressing of her breast slowly became a mauling as his fingers dug into her tender flesh. Denise moaned into his mouth as Kenny took command of her body and senses.

The two lost track of time as they kissed and fondled each other. Kenny bringing her to the edge of climaxing just from his playing with her breasts. Denise had always had sensitive breasts. Kenny was going to explore just how sensitive they were in the months ahead.

Denise finally slid her hand down his stomach and inside his shorts. She wrapped her delicate fingers around his rigid pole, squeezing it gently. She pulled away from her son so she could look him in the eye. "I don't know if you know what you do to me." Kenny smiled at her. He knew exactly what he was doing to her. "No one has ever made me feel as cherished and alive as you make me feel." She softly stroked his cock under his shorts. "Let mama show you how much she loves you, baby."

Kenny lifted his hips slightly, allowing Denise to slide them down his legs. He kicked them aside when they puddled around his feet.

Denise gave him one more lascivious grin before dropping her head and filling her mouth with his manhood.

Kenny laid his head back on the couch, enjoying every sensation as his mom's mouth slowly worked up and down his shaft. Her lips creating both the perfect amount of suction and friction at the same time. Her tongue swirling around the head, while her hand gently massaged his nut sack. "Fuck!" He moaned softly. "Where did you learn to do this?" He asked, not expecting a reply.

Denise pulled off his cock giggling. "Girl Scouts, silly." Then she turned her head to look at him. The look of pleasure on his face, as he lay back with his eyes closed, gripped her in a way she hadn't expected. "Baby! I need to tell you something." She said more seriously.

Kenny lifted his head and looked at her. He caressed her face as she revealed another part of herself.

"I used to hate doing this for your father. I always wondered half the time if he was thinking about someone else while I was doing it. And he never reciprocated. He thought it was disgusting. Actually, he thought I was disgusting." She hesitated. "But I want you to know, I love doing this for you. I can't believe how happy it makes me, knowing I'm giving you so much pleasure."

Kenny sat up enough to take his mom's face in his hands. He kissed her tenderly. "You're not only an incredibly sexy woman. You're an incredible lover. Later this afternoon I'll take you to bed and show you how I like to reciprocate." He said smiling. Then he chuckled. "Now would you please shut up and finish showing me how much you love me?"

Denise turned her head, dropping it, filling her mouth once again with his manhood, with a renewed desire to please her son. Hearing his moans and groans were like music to her ears. She intensified her efforts when she felt his body tensing and his groans becoming grunts. She knew he was on the verge of emptying himself in her when he laid his hand on her head. Denise began a frenzied sucking and slurping on his cock as she kneaded his scrotum, trying to milk every drop of his seed from his body.

Kenny instinctively grabbed her head with both hands as his stomach began to cramp up, his cock exploding in her mouth. He didn't need to hold his mom's head secure. She had no intention of pulling off until she knew he was completely done with her. But she loved the feeling of his taking control of her.

He grunted with each spasm, filling her mouth with his seed. Denise did her best to keep every drop in her mouth. Swallowing it as quickly as he was pumping it into her.

Kenny finally collapsed backwards on the couch, panting. He sat there savoring every delicious aftershock as Denise lovingly suckled his deflating manhood. Even after it became flaccid she continued to kiss it, as though it was the most precious thing she'd ever held in her hands. Kenny watched as his mom showed him a depth of tenderness and eroticism he'd never experienced from any of his girlfriends. He realized this was so much more for Denise than just a sexual act to be performed.

He gently grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head up.

Denise didn't resist. She sat up on the couch, then turned to face him, laying across his lap, in his arms. Kenny wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his body.

They stared at each other, neither wanting to break the silence. Kenny finally broke the gaze, roaming his eyes up and down her body as his hand trailed up and down it. He softly engulfed her breast with his hand as he stared at it. "I don't think I'll ever get enough of these things." He said smiling.

"I hope not." Denise replied, wrapping her hand behind his head, then pulling it down. "I love the attention you give them. Take them baby." She moaned softly. "They belong to you now."

Kenny opened his mouth and sucked in one of her engorged nipples as his hand squeezed and kneaded it. He began to bathe it with his lips and tongue as he listened to Denise's moans of approval.

"That's it baby!" She moaned softly. "Just like that! Feels so good!" She whimpered softly when she felt his teeth bite it softly, then rake them over the nub. A wave of fear swept over her at the thought he might hurt her tender flesh. But she decided to trust her baby and give herself over to him. She pulled his face into her chest harder. "Harder baby! Take them as hard as you want." She whimpered as wrapped her arms around his head.

Denise began to sob softly as Kenny nursed on her breast with a tenderness and intensity she'd never felt before. "Don't ever stop loving them baby!" She sobbed softly. "Don't ever stop loving me, baby! I've never been loved like this! I'll be whatever you need baby! I'll do whatever you want me to do! Just don't leave me!"

Kenny pulled off her breast with a soft popping noise. His fingers took the place of his lips and teeth. He began rolling her swollen nipple between his fingers as he spoke to her. "I know you're living with a lot of fear right now. You have nothing to fear with me." He thought about the reality of their situation as he spoke. Not only was it messed up on every level, morally and psychologically. It wasn't sustainable. But he couldn't walk away from it. At least not at the moment. "I'm not going anywhere. What we have together is probably as fucked up as you can get. But I have no intention of walking away from it or you. I'm going to take care of you, mom. And yes! You are going to be whatever I need and do whatever I tell you to do." He kissed her passionately as he dug his fingers into her breast flesh. "Now, get upstairs to the bedroom. I'm just getting started with you."