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DATING MAGGIE Chapter 8
DATING MAGGIE
Chapter 8: Cold Takeout (Tuesday)
Written and illustrated by Spacer X <paul_t_22@yahoo.com>

Copyright © 2014 - present Spacer X; All Rights Reserved.

This is part of a longer e-novel. It's highly recommended that you start with the >Prologue and read the parts sequentially, in order to understand the characters and previous events. The Prologue also provides the full set of story codes for all parts.

After another minute or two, Nick had to break the kiss with Maggie because he was getting way too overheated. And although she was getting more energetic and excited all the time, he had to refrain from playing with her tits or doing anything else to her with his hands, again because he was getting too close to cumming.

But that meant she sat up away from his chest, which caused her round hooters bounce enticingly in time to her steady phallic stroking. There was just enough light for him to enjoy that sight.

She thought, Jesus! This is really hot! I'm burning up! I'm such a slut! I hope he's right and that I'm the good kind of slut, at least. The more taboo and wrong it is, the more I seem to love it. Why did I have to ask him about him wanting to get me completely naked?! That was such an incredible answer that he's liable to turn me into a full-fledged nudist, just like Hillary.

And I love playing with his cock like this, with my big breasts bouncing free! It feels liberating, like he said. And I know how much he loves my tits! Gaawwwd! It's all too much! I don't even need for him to touch my pussy or clitoris, 'cos I'm almost gonna cum just from jacking him off!

She said between heavy pants, "I did already agree to go to that party this Friday night, didn't I?"

"You did." He'd forgotten about that, but the reminder excited him even more, since it was proof she wasn't going to stop being his pretend girlfriend just yet. He closed his eyes because the pleasure was too intense.

"But Son! I need to be your mother! And I'm married! I can't do that, and do, well, this, at the same time." Her eyes were glued to his stiff pole, which she could barely see in the deepening darkness. But it was clear enough in her imagination. She even licked her lips a little bit as she imagined sliding them and her tongue all over it.

"Are you saying you don't want to go to the party?"

"You know I do! And it'll be great for you and your reputation. I kind of feel like I have to."

He suggested, "Well, what if you just play two roles then? It's like I suggested before. Be 'Margaret,' the happily married housewife and mother most of the time, but then also be 'Maggie,' the totally hot cocksucking loving girlfriend, some of the time."

She laughed at his audacity. "'Cocksucking loving.' HA! I noticed how you slipped that in there. Like that'll ever happen!" She slowed her stroking down to a near stop, sensing he was getting close to the edge. Also she didn't want him too winded and aroused to keep talking coherently.

He grinned. "What can I say? You inspire me."

She shook her head in disbelief. "What happened to my shy boy? I'm staggered by your calm and assertive manner. You're even being witty, while I'm doing this to you. Seriously! I don't understand your drastic personality change."

He seriously pondered that, despite the highly arousing situation. "Two things, I think. One, the fake girlfriend plan is working so well that it's given me a gigantic amount of confidence. I feel invincible! Nothing can go wrong now. I mean, I fondled your tits and Hillary's tits at the same time today! If I can do that, I can do anything. But it's all still very tenuous. If this fake girlfriend thing stops or falls apart, my confidence will fall too, just like a house of cards."

"I understand," she said. "I'm trying, Son! I'm trying. But I didn't know I'd have to really kiss you, much less do THIS!" She squeezed his shaft extra hard to better indicate what "this" meant.

After a pause, she asked, "What's the second thing?"

He resumed, "And two, I've discovered I really love sex! So much! It's nuts! Once I get started, it's like my body takes over. My urges are so strong! It's like someone else takes charge and I'm just along for the ride."

She said with chagrin, while rubbing his sweet spot and fondling his balls, "I've noticed that last part. And confidence is good, but don't get carried away, because no one is invincible."

She thought, Hmmm. That kind of confidence is scary. He was joking about the cocksucking now, I hope, but what if he starts pushing it? Is it just a matter of time before I'm bobbing and slurping on his fat monster?!

Why do I not feel outraged thinking about him literally pushing my head down onto his fat cock? Worse, why am I starting to salivate?! Maybe... maybe in times like this I kind of need to suck his cock or he'll never ever cum! Well, practically never anyway.

You know, it could be I'm looking at this in the wrong way. Andy is in the past. Our marriage is over. What if I really AM "Maggie" and not "Margaret?" What if I completely forget that I'm Nick's mother, and just act like any horny 20 year old girl? God, I could have such fun, especially with his fat cock. I'm probably as excited about it as he is about my boobs!

Out of the blue, she asked, "By the way, where did THIS big thing come from?" She gave his cock another extra firm squeeze to indicate what she meant again.

He didn't know how to answer that, so he stayed silent.

She thought, He certainly didn't inherit his huge cock genes from his father! I can't tell him that though.

She continued to ponder the overall situation while rubbing and stroking. Let's face it: I'm already committed here. I told Hillary we'd go to that party, so I'm committed at least that much, for sure. Plus there are all sorts of other reasons to keep the charade going, like his confidence issue or the Anushka issue. I've promised him to see this fake girlfriend thing through. We've already crossed lines we shouldn't have crossed and there's no undoing that. It won't do much harm to cross those lines again, just so long as we stop there.

Most importantly, I AM his mother, and I have to do what's best for him. It's a strange sacrifice to make, but if I have to kiss and cuddle with him, and yes, even jack him off from time to time when he gets overheated, that's what I'll have to do. I might even have to suck him off, if push comes to shove. Just so long as we never actually fuck. Hillary IS an incredible girl, and let's be honest: she's way, way out of his league. The fake girlfriend scheme is the only chance he's got!

Finally, she said, "You know, maybe we could try that out... for a while. The whole Margaret at home and Maggie at parties and school and such thing you suggested. Only for a while, mind you! Your goal IS to win Hillary, right? You're not thinking of remaining sexually active with your poor old mom forever and ever, are you?"

"Of course not! After all, you are my mother! Even I know what we're doing can't last forever."

He wasn't exactly being honest with those comments, since he figured that almost anything was possible after what had already happened that day. Why not try to change his relationship with her into a permanently sexual one? His perfect future would be if he could have Maggie and Hillary as co-girlfriends forever. After what happened at Hillary's house, that still seemed highly unlikely but at least theoretically possible.

However, he knew what she needed to hear, so he said what he did.

He continued, "And if things work out with Hillary like I hope and dream they will, she'll want me to be hers exclusively, eventually, once she falls in love with me. But meanwhile, you and I can enjoy what we can, when we can. I hope I can be that substitute lover Pa suggested you take for, well, the next while, at least. What's wrong with that?"

He was deliberately vague with the timing, since he honestly didn't want it to ever end.

She snorted with derision, even as she continued to stroke his pulsing rod. "'What's wrong with that?' Don't get me started! I'm burning with shame right now, but I just can't take my hands off your damn big cock! That's wrong right there! I'm your mother!"

Just saying she was his mother seemed to double her arousal in a flash. She winced, and told herself to try not to say things like that in times like these.

She attempted to take another approach talking about their fake girlfriend issue. "Let's say we try what you suggest and I do 'date' you for a while. Weeks, maybe. Months, even! How far will this insanity go? I'm deathly afraid of my lack of self-control. I mean, it seems I have none with you. Zero. Nada! I mean, sure, if some stranger tried to fondle my rack or ass, which happens now and then, I'd set him straight fast enough. But with you, today, it seems that I just melt and thrust my chest out some more."

Given that reminder, he brought his hands back to her heaving and bouncing boobs.

She sighed with both chagrin and happiness at what his fingers were doing. "See what I mean? Look at us! If we keep doing this kind of thing, you're gonna have to be strong for the both of us." She gave him a hard, intense stare, which he could just make out in the darkness. "The house has to remain 100 percent off limits. No hanky panky there, whatsoever! Only when I'm in 'Maggie mode' can you kiss me, or even touch me. Is that clear?"

"But I touch you all the time at home. You're always giving me hugs, for starters."

"I know, but no more! If I hug you, I'll probably end up what I'm doing now. By the way, aren't you EVER gonna cum?"

"I just came right before we left Hillary's house, remember?"

"Oh yeah, that's true. But I've been stroking you for a long time now. What have I got to do? We need to drain this snake, get the food, and get back home, on the double."

He tried to push his luck again and see what happened. "Well, I'm sure if you use your lips, I'd explode in, like, three seconds."

Maggie felt an overwhelming rush of lusty desire upon hearing those words. She had repeatedly been thinking about sucking his cock without any prompting from him. In fact, it had been almost constantly on her mind ever since the handjob began. To hear him openly suggest it made her craving to suck him almost uncontrollably strong.

She whined, "Niiiiiick! Please! Don't tempt me! God knows I'd love to wrap my lips around it, but we can't! I'm your mother!"

That was a shocking admission. His heart skipped a beat. "You would?!"

She was shocked at her words too. Oh shit! Did I just say that out loud? To him?! Shit!

But she couldn't deny it now that she'd said it. Suddenly, more of her cocksucking desire came pouring out of her. "God, yes! Son, your cock is simply magnificent! So thick, and hard, and long, and hot, and throbbing! ANY woman wound feel the pull, to take it in her mouth! It's a cock that simply DEMANDS to be sucked by a hot and hungry pair of lips!"

Realizing how erotic that sounded, she lamely added, "But, uh, remember that I can't."

He groaned lustily. He felt her sexy words were going to make him cum even faster than her talented slipping and sliding hands were.

He thought, HOLY FUCK! That's just about the most amazing thing I've ever heard! This is beyond great! If she feels that way, she's gonna suck my cock before long, for sure! I just need to find some thin excuse to help make it happen! Wow! What a day!

Now that he knew she strongly desired to suck him off, he was determined to give her a chance to do that as soon as possible. Not surprisingly, that was one of his greatest fantasies.

It was getting harder and harder for him to talk, because he was getting so aroused, and he knew he'd be cumming soon in any case. He also knew that she was right, and things would need to be "normal" between them most of the time, especially since Andy was home nearly all the time because of his damaged legs. But he was extremely clever, and he tried to leverage himself a better deal, even with the great distraction of the ongoing handjob, not to mention the tempting promise of a blowjob.

He suggested, "How 'bout this? I'll agree to the plan to keep your Margaret and Maggie modes completely separate. I won't even touch you at home."

"And no flirting!" Her hands kept on sliding up and down, up and down, up and down. In fact, she started pumping him even faster. She realized she'd screwed up, openly admitting her lust to suck his cock. A part of her hungered for that, but another part of her was very afraid of crossing another significant line. She knew how clever he was, and that he probably would start scheming how to turn the handjob into a blowjob. She hoped to make him cum before he could try anything.

"And no flirting at home either," he agreed. He paused to catch his breath, due to her increased pace. He was fighting hard not to cum for the exact same reasons she was trying to get him to cum.

He continued, "But in return, you have to go to this party on Friday night, as Maggie, and to any other social event or appearance that could help me with Hillary."

"Deal!" She took one hand off his boner to shake his hand. But she was so needy for his cock that she continued jacking him off with the other, though not as intensely as with her two-fisted attack.

He was very relieved they reached that agreement, since it was getting hard to talk and he really needed to speak. Luckily, even though he was completely sexually inexperienced prior to today, he had a lot of masturbation practice due to his strong libido, so he had a pretty good ability to delay his orgasms. That ability was being put to a severe test.

As she went back to jacking him off with two hands, it occurred to him that she was so out of control horny that he should try to strike a better deal. After all, he had nothing to lose by trying. "Wait a sec. I'm not done. In addition, you need to pick me up and drop me off at school every day, with lots of hot kisses each time you do."

But she protested, "No way! Absolutely not! If I do that, I'll NEVER get my willpower back!"

He was hoping that would be the case. "But Ma! I need you! You can't just be my hot girlfriend for two days and then disappear. That won't have any impact at school."

She said, "Lots of people saw us today after school."

They were at a bit of a standoff. With the way she was jacking him off, he was having a hard time thinking up good arguments.

Actually, she didn't want to stop her school appearances after just two days, but she didn't want to do that every day either. She was staking out that position in order to come to a compromise.

After panting some more, he managed to continue, "Let's face it. Winning Hillary in a long-term way is a long shot at best. She looks like a centerfold, AND she's smart, AND all kinds of other great stuff, and I'm just ordinary me. Not only that, but she likes girls, and she never goes out with anyone for longer than a month."

"There's Anushka," Maggie pointed out as she stroked.

He wanted to shout, "Stop jacking me off so I can think!" but he worried that if she stopped, she might not start again until they finished talking.

He used all of his concentration to say, "True, but even, that's only been nine weeks with them, and Anushka brings up all kinds of new complications. My point is, it's gonna be a tough challenge. I'm gonna give it my very best shot, and I need all the help from you I can get. But no matter what happens with her, our whole scheme is also designed to give me a great reputation at school in general, if you'll just keep showing up as my super hot girlfriend."

She considered that as she stared at her fingers sliding up and down in the darkness. She still couldn't believe what she was doing, or how thick and enticing her son's boner was. yet again, she found herself wondering what it would feel like to bend over and stretch her lips around his unusual thickness.

After a long pause, she said, "Okay. One day a week. I drop you off, and we kiss a bit when I pick you up. That's it."

"Four days a week!"

"Two."

"Three! Deal!" he announced triumphantly.

But she said with some chagrin, "No deal. Two's the max I'm willing to do. Mondays and Fridays. That's it."

"Tuesdays and Thursdays."

She said, "Whatever. You can pick which days of the week, but only two. Remember that you've got your club activities after school on Mondays and Wednesday, so Tuesdays and Thursdays would work better."

He was bummed, because by blurting out 'Tuesdays and Thursdays,' he'd basically agreed to her terms on the number of days. But then he realized that if he hadn't said anything, she wouldn't have kept up with dropping him off, so he actually did pretty well.

But still, he pushed to do even better. "Okay," he conceded. "Social events, plus two days, probably Tuesdays and Thursdays, like you said... and sometimes one other day, if there's some special reason."

"It would have to be a very special reason," she grumbled.

He panted hard, but he wasn't done. He thought about what he wanted, and what sounded really, really good was having an excellent orgasm, very quickly! So he gasped, "Plus... plus, plus... you have to suck me off! Right now!"

"What?!" She stopped stroking him, both aghast and insanely aroused at that suggestion. Not for the first time today, she simply couldn't believe this was the same shy boy she'd raised.

Even though her craving to suck was steadily growing, her resistance to doing it was still stronger. She protested maybe too emphatically, trying to cover her true feelings, "No way! I am NOT a slut! I'm not going to do that with my son! EVER! End of story!"

She paused for a moment, then, satisfied he wasn't going to argue, she went back to stroking him. Phew! Close call! He's so pushy! Whatever happened to my sweet, shy boy? The way things are going, it's just a matter of time until he turns me into his cocksucking slut! Making me suck and stroke him every time I turn into Maggie. UNNGH! GOD! So very hot! Which I, uh, DON'T want!

He thought, I can tell she's really hot to trot right now, which means her willpower is weak. I need to get her to suck me off tonight, and not just because it would be a dream come true. We need to set precedent. If she breaks that barrier once, if only for a few seconds, it'll be a lot easier to get her to do it again. And again and again and again!

He was really going out of his mind now, struggling with all his might not to cum, and also trying to stay alert enough to strike the best deal. He panted, "Okay... You're not, not a slut... But think... Think about the pra... the pra... the pra..."

He was too winded and excited, and couldn't get his words out.

Seeing his difficulty in speaking, she stopped jacking him off and just rubbed his sweet spot a little bit. "What did you say?"

He tried to catch his breath, but it was no good. This was just too arousing. He actually was grateful for the darkness, because seeing her sit there naked, her big tits still bouncing in time to her stroking, would have certainly pushed him over the edge. By now, there was only enough light to see outlines and shapes - which was exciting enough in its own way.

After a long pause, he tried to continue, "The pra... the practical!" He wanted to say "practical considerations," but that was asking too much in his current condition. So he tried a different argument with short words between gasping breaths. "The car! ... Cum! .... Messy!"

She said, "Oh, I see what you mean. Where will the cum go, when you shoot your load?"

He nodded his head vigorously.

"Good point." She resumed jacking him off with both hands. "And I don't want to come home dripping with cum."

She thought about his earlier climax. Jesus! He came so much that he nearly drowned me! UNGH! My son is such a STUD! He really got me good, splattering his hot seed all over my face AND my big tits! I can't let that happen again! Imagine if I came home buck naked and with cum dripping from my face and breasts! That would be a really howdy-do for Andy! And he deserves a rude shock like that, for what he did to me!

But no. I'm just fantasizing of course. I have to take the high road. Although... where will the cum go?! Maybe I do need to take him in my mouth, if only for a second...

She decided on a compromise. "Okay, I'm not willing to suck you off, but when you're ready to cum, let me know and I'll bring my mouth close to your cock and you can shoot it in. Then I'll drink it all up. Deal?"

Her pussy tingled in such an intense way after she said that that she nearly came. She'd never let Andy cum in her mouth, not even when he'd begged her. Yet she was volunteering to have Nick do it to her. It didn't make much sense, except she secretly craved to suck his cock, and this would allow her to at least come close to doing that.

"OKAY! NOW!" Nick was going out of his mind with arousal, and had trouble saying even that much.

"What about now?" Her hands were flying up and down his shaft, because she was so eager for him to cum.

"Cumming! Now!" he exclaimed.

"Oh!" She bent over.

Actually, he was tricking her, because even though he was beyond insanely aroused, and more desperate to cum than he'd ever been in his life, he had a smidgen of resistance left. His goal was to get her to suck him off, if only for a few seconds, instead of just hovering her mouth an inch or two away.

It was crucial to set a precedent. If she did it once, even for a very short time, she'd be a lot more willing to do it again. So he was struggling with all his might to hang on just a little bit longer.

"ARRGGH!" he cried out, not caring if anyone heard. But really, the shout was part of his trick.

Thinking that he was cumming already, she dropped her head down, and down some more, until she found her lips lightly touching his cockhead.

Just doing that much gave her shivers and goose bumps all over, because it made her feel like a wanton, shameless slut. She could never forget they were mother and son, despite the "Maggie" pretense.

She waited a couple of seconds. His hips were bucking, like he was wildly cumming already, but still, nothing came out.

Impatient, she brought her lips down a little lower, and they widened as they started to try to fit around his bulbous cockhead. But still, he didn't cum.

Really, it was only a matter of waiting a couple of seconds, but finally, he could feel in his balls that his orgasm was starting.

He screamed even louder. He grabbed her head and pushed it further down his hard-on.

That wasn't part of any trickery, it was just his body acting on its own. But the result was that Maggie got her lips completely past his thick cockhead.

She thought, SHIT! His entire cockhead is in my mouth! How did that happen?! How did it even fit?! He's stretching my mouth so wide that it hurts! And when the hell is his cum gonna start firing?!

A few more deliriously arousing seconds passed for him. He knew he'd crossed the point of no return, but he still somehow managed to luxuriate in the joy of his mother's lips around his shaft before he finally lost all control.

As his cum started to shoot into her mouth, her lips started bobbing up and down, right over his sweet spot. She wasn't thinking, she was just operating on instinct. At the same time, she touched her clit, and that set off her own powerful orgasm.

Nick's pleasure was so intense that he thought he'd simply die. Not only was he feeling the usual surge of pleasure that came with any orgasm, but the sensation of Maggie's lips sliding over his most sensitive spots added an entirely new dimension. And, as if that wasn't enough, the fact that it was his bombshell mother doing it nearly made him pass out in and of itself.

He was inspired to shoot off again, and again, and again, and again. He had a much heavier load than usual to let loose, thanks to all the prolonged stimulation.

Maggie nearly gagged and pulled away. Her mouth filled up, and she desperately tried to swallow it all before she lost the race and the cum spilled out.

It was a great struggle, especially with her own orgasm distracting her, but she made it. She'd been lightly bobbing up and down, without even thinking about it, and even after his load was all shot into her mouth, she kept right on bobbing. It felt like the natural thing to do. Her craving to suck him was remarkably strong, and the more she did it, the more she loved it.

Most of his cum went straight down her throat, so she didn't get much of a chance to taste it. But she tasted enough to notice that the flavor wasn't bad. That confirmed the sneak tastes she'd done earlier, after he'd blasted his load on her face and chest.

In actual fact, she was still getting used to his taste and was underestimating how sweet and even delicious it was. That was probably due to the fact that he became a vegetarian about a year ago, after finding out that Hillary was one. Plus, he generally preferred fruity foods over bitter ones.

As the seconds passed, there was enough cum pooled in her mouth for her to continue to experimentally taste and even savor his flavor. The more she got used to it, the more she liked it. Already, she was regretting that she'd "wasted" most of his load by letting it shoot straight to the back of her throat.

After about a minute, she realized his dick simply wasn't going flaccid. She tried to ask, "Whaa da haaa ifth gonna ongh? Yaarh staah haarr!" The sheer thickness of his cock made talking while bobbing a nearly impossible task.

Nick just blinked in confusion.

So she had to pull off, and ask, "What the hell is going on? You're still hard!"

He answered, "How can I not be?! With what your lips are doing? Oh my God, it's the most insanely great thing ever in the history of the world!"

She laughed, and then resumed bobbing. Or at least, she tried to. She had some trouble getting her lips around it, and realized that it would take some extra effort to do so. (Before, she'd been in such a frenzy that she didn't think, plus, he had helped by pushing her head down.) As a result, she started just licking her way around his cockhead instead.

But then she thought, What am I doing?! I'm his mother! Don't I have ANY control? If I keep doing this, I'll never be able to live with myself.

Then, like a devil on her shoulder, she thought, But then again, who cares? It's dark. No one will ever see or know. It's so dark that it's like if I keep doing this, it doesn't really count. I've been doing it some anyway, so what's the harm of doing it a little more? Certainly, Nick won't mind! Ha!

She kept on licking for another few moments, to the sound of Nick's increasingly passionate grunts. But then she thought, No! I can't do this! I can control myself! I'm his MOTHER! I told myself I wouldn't go this far!

She reluctantly pulled away. Panting with lust, she felt like his constantly erect dick was to blame. Still holding it, she complained, "Seriously, what's wrong with you? You came TWICE in the last half hour, including when we left Hillary's house, and you're still raring to go?"

"Hey, what can I say? You really do inspire me. Besides, I'm in my sexual prime. I just know I'm gonna jack off at least a couple more times tonight."

She shook her head. "No way! Incredible!" Fuck! Not only is my shy son some kind of sexually aggressive big-cocked stud, but apparently he cums all day long too. Just my luck! It's like the world is playing a cruel joke on me.

She chided him, "Well, I'm sorry to say, but you're gonna have to take care of that all by yourself. You tricked me, and I don't like that." She found her shirt and put it back on. But her rock hard nipples still poked boldly through the thin fabric.

"Ma, I'm sorry, but that just happened. Honest! When I grabbed your head and pulled you down, my body was on auto-pilot. I didn't even know my name!"

She thought about that. Hmmm. Sure, he's acting like an old pro already, but I know for a fact he's never done any of this before. There's no way he could have tricked me. It just took a little extra time before his cum started to shoot. Besides, it was so hot being forced to swallow his entire cockhead and then bob on it that I can't really get mad at him.

She spoke warily. "Huh. Actually, I can believe that. Mostly."

She searched his eyes for any signs of lying, but she couldn't see fine nuance in the dark. "But you are far too clever for your own good in general. You're just gonna have to take care of that boner by yourself in any case, because we're getting seriously late. Now, tuck that dangerous weapon away before it accidentally goes off and pokes someone in the eye." She chuckled.

"Awww, Ma," he griped, but he pinned his dick down and zipped up.

She looked at him intently. "I'm gonna go in there and get the food now. Hopefully, it's still hot and ready."

"Ma, I have something hot and ready for you." He couldn't believe he said something that corny, especially to his mother, but he was still in a very erotic mode.

She wagged a finger at him. "None of that kind of talk, buster! I'm moving into Margaret mode now. When I get back, I want you to BEHAVE! You promised you would. Now, we're gonna see if you really love me and care enough to respect my wishes, or if you'll just treat me like a piece of meat."

"I love you, Ma, honest I do. I'm sorry. That just kind of slipped out. I get so excited."

"Well, don't. Hit your crotch with a stick or something. Or maybe I can get some ice cubes from the restaurant, and we can pour them down your shorts."

He laughed, but also winced. "That won't be necessary. I'm moving into 'good son' mode now. I promise."

"Good. When I get back-" she was making a move to open the car door as she spoke.

That caused him to rudely interrupt her. "Ma! Wait!"

She rolled her eyes. "What? Not another kiss, or I'm gonna cry."

"No, not that. Although that would be nice." He grinned. "Oops. Sorry. It's just... your miniskirt."

She looked down, and realized to her horror that she was still naked from the waist down. Fuuuucck! I'm so out of it that it's not even funny. Hell, I probably would have gone in there like this. Arrgh! I don't wanna think about it!

She found her miniskirt on the floor of the car and quickly put it on.

Once she double-checked her body and feet, she looked over at her son. Despite the darkness, she could still easily see a large lump in his crotch. Her heart pounded hard just from the sight. Christ! That damn thing again. It's kind of cruel to leave him like that. Maybe I should finish sucking him off. After all, I already kind of started, and it felt soooo incredibly good!

But no. I have to be strong. I'm not entirely sure if he tricked me or not, but I need to punish him some to dampen down his boldness. Besides, there will be other times for me to slurp and slide my lips on his magnificent pole, I'm sure.

SHIT! Did I really just say that?! The scary thing is, it's probably true. I'm so weak with him. I let him do anything!

Shaking her head, she started to open the car door.

But Nick said, "Wait!"

She sighed. "What now?"

"Um, sorry, but... I just had to say before you got out of the car that you need to check your face in the mirror."

She adjusted the rear view mirror until it showed her face. "Oh shit!" Even in the darkness, she could easily see that there were several strands of cum dripping down her face, and some more in one corner of her mouth.

She fell back in her seat, covered her face with her hands, and started to cry. For some reason, she'd been able to deal with everything so far, but this was the final straw. She muttered, "God! Good God, what have I done?!"

She thought, I'm a horrible mother! Horrible! I let my lusts overwhelm me, and now my son is gonna be screwed up for life! Just look at me: I'm a total slut! Shameless! Even now, I'm too horny and I can't stop thinking about sucking his fat cock even MORE!

Through teary eyes, she still couldn't stop herself from staring hungrily at his bulge.

He put his arm around her, which caused her to freeze up, but he said, "I'm just giving you a comforting hug, honest. Remember, I'm in 'good son' mode now."

She relaxed a little bit, and let him keep hugging her, but she also felt wary. Frankly, she was more afraid of herself than him. He kept to his own unspoken boundaries, but she'd repeatedly lost all control and smashed beyond her own desired limits. And she knew he was still erect, and that scared her.

He consoled her, "Ma, you didn't do ANYthing wrong. In fact, what you did was great. Think about it. Pa actually ASKED you to go out and find a young lover, or even a string of lovers. You're off the hook there, you really are. His body is damaged, and let's not even talk about his cheating. I know you want to stay married to him, for now, but does that mean you don't want to have satisfying orgasms for another year or two? Not even one? Is that your plan?"

"No," she sniffled. "I guess I try hard not to think about that."

"Well, think about it. You're off the hook with him. And with me, you're my heroine! Don't even count all the great pleasures we shared today, which I totally love you for. You're doing this ultimate, incredible favor, helping me win the girl of my dreams. You should be proud of yourself! Thanks to you, I'm actually making really good progress with Hillary! Better than I ever thought possible at this point!"

He went on, "I mean, aren't you pleasantly surprised? Hell, I am. We're two days in with our scheme, and Hillary's already gotten naked with me and kissed me on the lips! Multiple times! Is that awesome or what? That's way, way beyond my best case scenario at this point!"

He obviously didn't mention how he'd been even more wildly successful with the other, highly improbable part of his plan - seducing his own mother. But now that he thought about it, his success on both fronts was off-the-scale incredible already.

She smiled a little bit. She'd stopped crying now, but still looked sad and red-eyed. "I have to admit, it is pretty remarkable. Almost unbelievable, actually. I'll be honest. I didn't think your plan was gonna work, much less show such progress so fast. But then again, I didn't think I'd have to so much as kiss you on the lips, so what do I know?" She smiled grimly as she considered just how far she'd gone with him.

He tightened his hug on her. "Ma, you're great. You're awesome. I love you! I'm so proud of you and what you did. You have nothing to be ashamed of. You and me, we're a team. And together, we're gonna snag Hillary. She'll never know what hit her, and the next thing you know, she'll be my wife!"

Maggie smiled a little more, buoyed by his words. She also was quite surprised to hear he was thinking about marrying Hillary already, given his young age. "Wow, you dream big."

"I do! Maybe that won't happen. Heck, it almost certainly won't, but you're the one who taught me to aim for the stars."

She said with chagrin, "I'll definitely buy the 'she'll never know what hit her' part, since I'm still reeling and trying to figure out what hit ME today. I can't even begin to BELIEVE what happened today. I could sit and think about it for a thousand years, and I still wouldn't believe it or understand it. Do you realize there's practically a gallon of your cum sitting in my stomach right now?! How did THAT happen?! I just have to cling to the idea that I'd been so sexually repressed, I kind of ran amok."

She knew the "gallon" part was wildly exaggerated, but it felt like that to her. And thinking about all that cum she'd swallowed made her almost unbearably hot and horny. She had to mentally chide herself to stay calm.

He figured running amok from being so sexually repressed was a big part of it for her. But he also found the incest taboo was a massive turn-on for him, and he was pretty certain it was for her too. She'd always done the right and moral thing, so to be naughty and even wicked for once was highly intoxicating.

He comforted her, "Don't worry about it, Ma. Let's move forward."

He fumbled around in the glove compartment until he found some tissues. Then he reached out and wiped her face clean of all his cum, so she wouldn't have to look back in the mirror and get distraught all over again. She'd actually swallowed nearly all of his big load. Mostly, it was cum that had dribbled out of her mouth and down her chin.

"Thanks," she said softly when he was done. "Did you get all of it? Every last bit?"

"I sure did."

"Good. I'm gonna trust you, because I can't bear to look in the mirror again. It would break my heart to see more cum there. I've been feeling guilty all day, but it was like I was floating in la-la land, and what we were doing wasn't really real. But it was real, and now the guilt is killing me. It's like a knife stabbing at my heart, over and over."

She wasn't just saying that - she really did feel terrible. Now that her arousal was slowly wearing off, it was like she was a different person.

"Oh, Ma! I'm so sorry." He hugged her again, and squeezed her tight. "The sacrifices you made for me today are so inspirational that now I want to cry."

"I wish I could see it like that, instead of the total breakdown of willpower that it really was. In any case, I'm really going now, to get the food. They should still be holding it for us, I hope."

She opened her car door, but he stopped her again.

She rolled her eyes. "Oh no. Now what?"

"Pull down your skirt!"

She looked down and saw that her miniskirt had again ridden up so much that her pussy was in view. "Oh!" She blushed at her inadvertent display, especially since she didn't have a pair of panties to wear. She tugged the skirt into place and stood up. Then she turned around and leaned back in to look right at Nick. The nearby street light made her beauty even more visible than when she'd been in the car.

She looked again at his crotch and noticed the bulge was still there. "I'll only be gone a minute or two, but while I'm gone, for God's sake, do something with that, that... THING! Get it to go down, and stay down!"

"I'll try, Ma."

But he thought, Ma, the fact that you're bending over like that in that thin light blue T-shirt and no bra, and those hard nipples poking through, and the swells of your drooping frickin' gigantic tits... Damn! About the only thing I'll be able to do to get rid of this erection is if I cum hard in my shorts!

He watched her walk out of sight into the darkness. What have I just gotten myself into? This is heaven on Earth, sure, but it's also gonna be pure torture too. Living with Ma, knowing that I know how incredibly HOT she is? Knowing what a great kisser she is? Now that I've found out how easy it is to get her hot to trot, just by twisting those fantastic nipples of hers? Knowing how good it feels when her silky smooth hands are sliding up and down my hard cock? Not to mention her lips! Oh God, those sweet lips! On my cock! Oh GOD!

This is NOT helping my dick go soft. This line of thought has to shut down now. Damn.

Seriously though, what have I gotten myself into? I made her a promise to be good, and I really am determined to keep it. I can't let her down and just treat her like a piece of meat. I LOVE her. She's my mother! God knows I'd love to do everything with her, and even fuck her, but she has to be totally cool with it first or I'll be the one getting stabbed over and over with all that guilt.

Maybe I should just try to focus on Hillary instead for a while.

He suddenly remembered Hillary standing there in nothing but her white, high-cut panties, and how she let him kiss and fondle her all over. Then he thought about lying on top of her when she was completely naked. Oh yeah. Brilliant move, dumb ass. Like THAT'S gonna help my erection go down! Ha!

Shit, what am I gonna do? I'm so horny that I'm ready to scream at the top of my lungs. I can't even think for one second about anything that happened today, 'cos every minute of it is just too exciting. But the bottom line is, there's no way in hell I'd ever be willing to turn back and undo what's been done, so I'm just gonna have to deal with it. One day at a time.

Maggie meanwhile had come to the exact same conclusion. As she stood inside the restaurant waiting for them to find their food, she thought, What's done is done. Despite all my guilt, I wouldn't want to undo what happened, even if I could. This sexual release was something my body desperately needed. I just really wish it happened with someone I wasn't closely related to! Still, there's no way to change that now. All I can do is deal with the fallout one day at a time. Plus, it was for a good cause with him and Hillary, at least.

But right now, I'm making a vow to myself to never let my willpower completely collapse like that again. Never!

She ended up spending about five minutes in the restaurant, mainly just to stay away from her son for a while. She felt a lot better when she came back carrying the take-out food.

When she got back in the car, Nick proudly announced to her, "Guess what? My erection finally went down. Although, since I've decided to keep it down, I'm literally gonna have to keep my eyes closed the entire way back home, because if I so much as look your way, well, let's not go there." He really meant all of that too.

She was very pleased at that. She doubled checked his crotch. There was just enough light to confirm the lack of his usual bulge.

The rest of the ride home was quiet and uneventful. Both were scared of starting any discussion for fear that it would drift into some area that would get them uncontrollably horny.

As soon as they arrived home, Maggie left the take-out with Nick, and rushed straight upstairs to take a shower. She worried, rightly, that she smelled of sex in general and her son's cum in particular. She started to feel normal again once she had showered and was able to put a bra and panties back on.

The remainder of the evening was anticlimactic. Maggie explained her cover story to Andy during dinner (that she and Nick had spent the day with Hillary, leaving the sexual parts out).

Andy bought it hook, line, and sinker. He was actually pleased as punch that Nick was finally making progress with the girl of his dreams. In fact, he suggested to his wife, "From your story, it sounds to me that Hillary is as happy to spend time with you as she is to spend time with Nick. You two really hit it off."

"That's true," Maggie replied honestly. "She's a remarkably mature person for her age, and lots of fun to talk to. I can see why she has trouble relating to kids her age and would get along better with someone much older than her."

Andy responded, "That makes sense to me. I hope you spend as much time with her as you can. You could use new friends, and I'll bet you'll be able to find chances to put in a good word or two about Nick." He winked encouragingly at his son.

"Oh, definitely!" Maggie replied.

But she thought to herself, Uh-oh. She remembered Hillary's comment about leaving clothes at the door when visiting, and then pictured herself sitting naked with her son's erection in her hands. Then she pictured herself bending over, stretching her mouth wide open in an effort to engulf her son's cockhead, while Hillary watched with approval.

Shit! I can't mentally go there, especially not in the middle of dinner! If poor Andy only knew what he was really encouraging! She felt that knife of guilt stabbing her heart again, but she tried her best not to show her pain, or her lust. This is too bizarre. Look at us. We LOOK like a normal, nuclear family. Except I haven't touched my cheating bastard of a husband in over two years, whereas, today I...

She shuddered at the lewd images flooding her brain. In this sedate situation, they only disturbed her. She stared at Nick sitting across the table. What happened to my son?! My shy, nice boy has turned into some kind of sexual BEAST!

NOTE: Thanks to the suggestions and corrections of YamiBoy, Johnny Galt, lew54321, GWB, BDGV.