A Life Changing Trip with Mother – Part 8


Chapter 9

Melissa got up early the following morning, putting on a bathrobe she found in the closet. She looked out the window and saw that the snow was coming down as hard as it had the day before. She was beginning to wonder if they would be stranded there all winter. While under normal circumstances that might be an exciting thought, deeper down, she was worried about what was going to happen between her and Eric after the incident in the bathroom. They were trapped together in the small cabin with little to do and nowhere to go.

She went into the bathroom and put on a sweater and a pair of jeans. As she glanced in the mirror, she saw that both items fit her rather snugly. In fact, the jeans were quite tight in the crotch. It was funny that she hadn’t noticed that previously. The seam rubbed on her strangely swollen clit. It seemed to be that way all the time now.

When she came out of the bathroom, she saw that Eric was still sleeping soundly. The covers were down to his waist exposing his strong upper body. A shiver went through her and it felt like the crotch of her jeans had grown tighter. With a shake of her head she went to the kitchen to fix a cup of coffee.

It was two hours later when Eric came into the kitchen, wearing underwear and a tee shirt.

“Good morning, sleepy head,” Melissa said.

“Hi, Mom. What’s for breakfast?”

“So you’re hungry again?”

“I’m starved.”

“That’s a good sign. I’ll get things going. How do you feel?”

“Still sore, like a train ran over me, but otherwise much better,” he replied looking at his mother and smiling weakly. As he walked over to the table to sit down, he had a strange look on his face … as if he was wondering if what happened yesterday was just a dream.

Melissa’s face turned red at her son’s stare and the room fell silent.

“I’ll go get dressed,” he said to break the silence.

“Need help?” Melissa asked before thinking. She turned away from Eric to hide her still red face.

“Uh … no … maybe. Let me try.”

A few minutes later Eric returned with a shirt unbuttoned down the front and a pair of jeans with the top open and zipper down.

“Can you help?” he said with an embarrassed smile.

He looked like the little boy she pictured in her mind. Melissa suddenly felt silly over all her worries. There was no reason they couldn’t live together a few days without getting crazy. “Sure,” she answered with a smile. She turned to him and began to button his shirt. When she finished the last button, she sat down on a kitchen chair to button and zip his pants. Suddenly she realized this was almost the position she was in last night when Eric shot cum in her face. Her face felt hot and her fingers suddenly began to tremble. It took her twice as long as normal to get the zipper in place and close the top button.

“Want to play chess after breakfast?” Melissa asked.

“Sure, what’s the bet?”

“Don’t you think betting has gotten us into enough trouble?” she said.

“How much trouble can we get into cooped up in this cabin? We’re not racing down the slopes. Come on, it will break the monotony.”

“I guess you’re right.”

“So what’s the bet?” Eric asked.

“Let’s see. If you lose, you do the dishes everyday and clean the house when we get home for two months.”

“Wow!” he said in surprise. “Don’t you think that’s a heavy bet?” Then he smiled at her cockiness. “Pretty sure you’re going to win, huh?”

“Certain,” she returned with a smile.

“All right, two can play that game. If you’re so certain, here is what I win, you have to wear whatever clothes I pick out for you, for the rest of the vacation.”

Melissa looked at her son strangely. Wear whatever he wants? she thought. “What do you mean?” she asked. “Why do you want to chose what I wear … I didn’t bring that much stuff.”

“It’s what I want,” Eric responded with a grin.

Melissa shrugged and said, “All right if that’s what you want.”

“That includes to bed,” Eric added.

Suddenly it dawned on Melissa. He could tell her to wear anything, even his shirt with nothing underneath, or nothing at all. A tremor suddenly rushed through her. “Wait a minute, I’m not so sure about this now.”

“Okay, the bet’s off. Obviously you’re afraid you’re going to lose.”

“Fine, the bet’s off. But I’m not afraid to lose,” she said in a huff.

“Really? Then why don’t you take the bet?”

Melissa’s competitive nature was challenged and she was more than a little irritated. She thought for a moment and then her eyes narrowed. While she still didn’t know entirely what he was up to, she knew it had to be devious. Her competitive nature kicked in. “Okay, but its three months of dishes and cleaning the house and you have to wash my car every week.”

“Three months! No way!” he almost screamed.

“What? Are you afraid to lose?”

Eric’s face showed his anger. He paused, pursing his lips. “Okay, you’re on. Let’s play.”

The bravado suddenly drained from Melissa. She swallowed hard and was about to call it all off when Eric turned and left the room. She went to the stove and began to fix breakfast. Her hands were shaking as she began to scramble eggs in a bowl.

A few minutes later, when Eric returned to the kitchen, Melissa’s was ready to reason with him. “Eric, I think we have cabin fever already. Let’s forget this bet.”

“Bet’s a bet,” he returned, sitting down at the table.

She sat a plate of food in front of him and then sat down. They ate breakfast in silence. By the time breakfast was over, Melissa’s confidence had returned. “Do you want to start your chores early and do the breakfast dishes?” She smiled smugly.

“Can’t with the bandages on,” he said holding up his arms. “Besides, I’m going to win,” he returned with his own smug smile.

“Right!” Melissa returned. Then she got up, cleaned up the table and put the dishes in the sink. She could feel her son’s eyes on her almost every second. It was a strange, but not entirely an unpleasant feeling. Again she felt the crotch of her jeans tighten. Each movement sent a shock wave through her. She moved as if she was in a trance. A few minutes later she was worried that there would be a dark stain on the crotch of her jeans.

“Come on Mom,” said Eric. He had found a chess set in a closet and set it up. “You can’t delay it any longer.”

Melissa finally came to the table and sat down. Her heart was beating rapidly. Suddenly Melissa wondered what she was worried about. First of all, she would probably win, and secondly, so she had to wear some scanty clothes around the house. What would that hurt?

The two played for a solid hour with the advantage going back and forth many times. The tension in the room grew with each move until it was thick enough to cut with a knife.

Finally Eric made a critical move and sat back. “Check and Checkmate!” he exclaimed with undisguised pleasure. His face was beaming while Melissa’s face was very serious. “Okay, I think I’d like you to put on those skin tight leggings and top you use under your ski suit. But no underwear.”

Melissa thought her heart was going to pound out of her chest. Those clothes were meant to be worn with something over top. Most of her breasts would be visible and the bottoms were so tight that every curve would be on display. She could just tell him no and that would be that. Yet, they had bet for years and always paid off, no matter what.

Eric stared at her, his gaze never flinching. He had a smug look on his face.

She had no way out and she knew it. It was nuts, but there was nothing she could do. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity she got up and went to the bedroom. There she dug the top and bottom leggings out of the dresser. She stripped off her clothes and put on the top. It hugged her breasts like a second skin, her nipples plainly poking through. The undersides of her breasts were also visible. Slowly she pulled on the bottoms. Her body was now squeezed into the tight elastic material. She could feel the seam of the bottoms pulling between her pussy lips and upward between her ass cheeks. The first step she took almost brought her to her knees. As she walked down the steps, she felt her pussy begin to moisten.

Melissa heard Eric gasp when she walked into the kitchen. She knew he was shocked that she had actually gone through with it. She was shocked herself. As her breasts bounced with her movements, she could feel his eyes watching her. The nipples were poking out and as big as pencil erasers and there were goose bumps up and down her arms.

She looked at him and saw his eyes run up and down her torso until they centered on her crotch. She took a deep breath because she knew that he could see her pussy lips … and she was getting wet.

There was a look of defiance on Melissa’s face as she turned and walked to the sink to do the breakfast dishes. As she stood at the sink she could still feel her son’s eyes on her. That sent ripples of unwanted excitement through her. Within a few minutes she felt her juices begin to soak the crotch of her leggings. She squeezed her thighs tighter. However, that only made her excitement worse as she placed pressure on her already swollen clit. She was near climax when she finally finished the dishes.

A moment later, when she turned around, Eric was still staring at her. “I’m going to catch up on some reading,” she said as she strode past him feeling her engorged clit pulse with each step. She knew that this was way over the top for a mother/son relationship, but she couldn’t help herself. The fact that they were confined to the house, with no way to get away, seemed to create a sixual tension that bordered on uncontrollable. It was crazy, almost surreal.

Suddenly, a strange feeling came over her. Like everything was going to be fine. After all, it was only she and her son here and no one else would ever know. She began to think that whatever happened would be confined to this cabin in the middle of a blizzard in a foreign country. She could control it.

Throughout the day the sixual tension within the cabin grew. Melissa tried to act as if it were perfectly normal for her to be walking around in the skintight outfit with her breasts and pussy almost showing. Yet the throbbing in her pussy was anything but normal.

It was after dinner when Eric said, “Well, I guess it’s time for my bath. Before we do, I want you to put on what I laid out on the bed for you. Oh, and by the way, I want you to sleep naked tonight.”

“What?” Melissa said like she didn’t hear what he said. But he was already gone. Melissa rose and went upstairs; almost glad to be getting out of the tight clothes she had been wearing all day. However, what she saw on the bed was even worse; it was nothing but a thong. When she picked it up she was even more shocked. Eric had cut the crotch out, leaving only the two seams on the outside. And there was no top to be found anywhere. This was far worse than the leggings and top. For a moment she thought about refusing. After all she was the mother and she could simply say no. She threw the panties on the bed and crossed her arms as if in defiance. But then a strange feeling came over her. It was almost as if she was helpless and had to do what her son said. Then her heart started to beat faster and she began to tremble. With trembling hands she undressed and slipped the tiny pair of panties up her thighs. When she looked down she saw that her entire pussy was exposed … and, incredibly, she was already sopping wet, with strings of her juice sticking to her thighs.

She grabbed a towel and wiped herself. She paused a few moments to collect herself before she went back downstairs. When she did, she found Eric waiting in the bathroom. Steeling herself, she strode into the room ignoring his wide-eyed stare at her near nudity. She could feel her bare breasts bounce with each stride and her juices were bubbling out of her pussy again.

Ignoring her son’s wide-eyed stare, and without a word she began to undress him. As she helped him pull the tee shirt over his head, she glanced down. It wasn’t a surprise to see that he was already erect. There had been a bulge in his pants since breakfast.

Melissa went to her knees and pulled his pants down. His hard cock sprang out, making her gasp. With now trembling hands she found the soap, and allowed Eric to step into the tub. Like the night before, she washed him carefully. The soap nearly fell from her hands several times as she worked it over his strong body. She couldn’t, however, take her eyes off of his pulsing cock. Gently, she began to wash it, avoiding any stroking in fear that he would cum again.

When she was done, she rinsed him thoroughly, removing the soap from his penis and balls before using a bath towel to dry him. When that was done both of them remained in position, almost frozen.

The sixual tension in the small bathroom was palpable as Melissa stared at her son’s now dripping cock. A bubble of juice formed at the slit and she watched it slip lower, leaving a clear spidery string of juice attached to the slit. Then her hands moved toward his cock as if she couldn’t control them. Her mouth was open and her tongue came out to lick her suddenly parched lips.

Her heart was pounding in her chest and her head was spinning as her hand grasped his cock again … this time they both knew it wasn’t to wash him. What am I doing? She thought. She closed her eyes for a second; almost as if this was just a weird dream … something from a wild fantasy, never to be thought of in the light of day. She almost hoped it was a fantasy. However, when she opened her eyes her son’s cock was still staring her in the face.

It’s so big, she thought. The girth and length of it simply amazed her. Her fingertips could barely touch. Suddenly she gave a start when she felt Eric’s hand on her head.

She looked up and saw that his eyes were closed and his mouth was open. Then she felt pressure on the back of her head, drawing her face closer to him. This was crazy, insane … this was her son, she thought. Yet, she put up only a moment of resistance before allowing him to draw her lips closer and closer to his swollen cock. A second later her lips were touching the dripping head. With a flick of his hips, she felt his cock part her lips and enter her mouth.

“Ohhhhh, Mom!” Eric moaned.

“Mmmmphhh,” Melissa answered, making a weak attempt to pull her head back. She felt Eric’s fingers entwine in her hair, holding her gently, but firmly, in place. A moment later she could taste the juice dripping from the head. “Mmmmm,” she moaned as the sweetness reached her taste buds. It was the first time she had ever had a cock in her mouth. She began to suck.

“Yes, suck me, Mom,” Eric hissed.

The room quickly filled with the sucking sounds coming from Melissa’s lips.

“Oh God, Mom,” Eric gasped, his hips beginning to move slowly back and forth in a falling motion.

Melissa grasped the back of Eric’s thighs, her nails unintentionally digging into his soft flesh. Her head followed the movement of his hips. There was no longer any hesitating. She had longed to do this to Eric’s father, but he would never allow it. Never in her wildest imagination would she have believed that she would be doing it to her son. Her mind could not process the enormity of that. Instead, she allowed illicit pleasure to rush through her like an uncontrolled demon. It blocked all rational or moral thought from her mind. The feel, the smell, and the taste of her son’s cock were like aphrodisiacs, overcoming any shred of resistance she had left. She was floating on a wave of sensuality like she had never felt before. There was a ringing sound in her ears. Suddenly, she felt Eric’s legs trembling and heard him moaning something. It sounded far away.

“Mom, Mom, Mom,” Eric gasped. “I’m … I’m … going … to … cum,” he warned.

She heard the words, but it took seconds to register. When she realized that he was close to climaxing, instead of pulling away, she sucked harder. Then she felt Eric’s body tense. In the back of her mind she knew what was happening. But now instead of reluctance, she wanted him to cum. It was crazy, perverted, but she wanted it … wanted her son’s sperm in her mouth … wanted to swallow his cum. She moaned deep in her throat.

“Ahhhhheeeeeeehhhh!!!” Eric cried.

Melissa felt the head of his cock grow in her mouth. Then suddenly she felt a blast hit the back of her throat. “Mmmppppphhhh!!!” she mumbled as her mouth began to fill with his warm and sticky sperm. Her overheated pussy began to spasm. As she swallowed the first load, she began to climax. “Mmmmmm,” she moaned when she tasted sperm for the first time in her life. It was strong, salty, and slightly bitter but not unpleasant. The fact that it was coming from her son’s balls overcame any hesitation she might have had.

Although she had anticipated his cum, the quantity surprised her. Her mouth filled and her cheeks bulged. Some of the precious liquid slipped out from the side of her lips and dripped to her chest. With each squirt of Eric’s cock, her pussy throbbed and sent another blast of pleasure through her.

She kept the rest of his cum in her mouth, refusing to let any more escape. Her mouth filled. She swallowed a second time. Her pussy pulsed as her climax continued unabated. Each squirt brought another throb of her pussy and another wave of pleasure.

She sucked Eric for a long time after the last drop was pumped into her mouth and eagerly swallowed. She pulled away when she felt Eric pushing on her head. When she looked up she saw him staring at her. It took her a moment to focus. It was almost as if she was waking from a dream. When the realization of what she had done dawned on her, her face turned red with shame. She closed her eyes, hoping it wasn’t real. But when she opened them again she was still on her knees in the bathroom, her son was still staring at her, and the salty taste of sperm was in her mouth.

Eric’s face was filled with what could only be described as amazement and shock.

Without a word, she stood up and rushed from the bathroom.

* * * * *

Melissa was in bed when she felt Eric crawl in next to her. She had gotten into bed naked, as Eric had requested. Now she lay on her side, facing away from him with her eyes closed but still wide-awake. She glanced over and saw that his eyes were closed. Assuming he was asleep, she slipped her hand between her legs. She paused for a second when her fingers reached the top of her pubic mound. She knew what she was about to do was wrong … masturbating in the bed next to her son … but her body was still on fire and her pussy throbbing. With a tiny whimper she slipped a finger between the lips and then into her very wet hole. She began to move her fingers slowly in and out, trying to keep her movements to a minimum.

“Mom,” Eric whispered as he quick rolled over next to her and placed a hand on her thigh.

Melissa jumped at the sound of Eric’s voice and the touch of his hand. She quickly pulled her fingers from her pussy. When she tried to answer him, she couldn’t find her voice. She froze when she felt Eric’s fingers begin to move down her thigh.

When she realized where Eric’s hand was heading she screeched, “Eric, no!” But by the time she reached for his hand, it was too late … his fingers had found her pussy.

“Ohhhhh, please, Eric,” she gasped, unable to pull his hand from between her legs.

“God, you’re wet,” Eric said as his finger began to rub across her swollen clit.

“You … you … we … shouldn’t … be … doing … this,” she managed to gasp. Yet, even as she protested, her legs slipped apart, giving him unrestricted access to her most intimate parts. “Eric, Eric, Eric,” she pleaded as his fingers began to move back and forth.

“Cum for me,” Eric whispered. “You know you need to cum again. Your pussy is literally dripping juice.” Eric began to move his hand faster, now pushing two fingers into her receptive hole.

Melissa moaned and lifted her hips to the now rapidly moving fingers. “Oh, oh, oh,” she gasped as tremors began to vibrate up and down her body. She felt a finger searching for her clit again. A second later it found her swollen nub. “Ahhhhhh,” she screamed and began to convulse in climax. Her hips moved up and down as she grasped the sheets with her hands. As waves of pleasure continued to course through her, the dim light of the room began to fade. She passed out.


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