Chapter 502 - go Dr

Ellen moved up to Mt. Charleston with Frank, her soon to be ex-husband, and Jimmie, their only child at the beginning of the summer. She thought the change of scenery from Las Vegas, and its myriad of vices, might save her marriage. Simply put-- it was only wishful thinking. Her marriage was still a train wreck despite the change of scenery.

It was a cold September evening and Frank was sitting at home drunk and in ill spirits and, as usual, heaping abuse upon Jimmie about nothing in particular, when she arrived home from a long day at work.

Not in a mood to take his shit on this particular night, maybe thanks to the two glasses of wine she slurped down with her friend Marcy after work, things quickly escalated to the point where Frank slapped her across the face. She told him to leave or she would call the police.

His retort was direct. "Why don't you leave for the evening with your worthless son and I will be gone within a few hours. I just need some time to make some arrangements."

Frank was an asshole, but he did not want blood on his hands. He knew if one of them didn't leave the police probably would become involved in some sort of domestic abuse case and that was one headache he didn't need.

Ellen quickly accepted and headed off to grab her son. Jimmie was not in good spirits either as just that afternoon he had been dumped by his girlfriend, Katie. Now at the tender young age of eighteen his heart was broken into a million pieces for the first time. Foolishly, he thought they were going to get married and live happily ever after.

He quickly washed up, unhappy about the ill way his father treated his mother, as usual, but happy he would not be sitting in his room alone grousing over Katie.

It was beginning to rain lightly as he backed the car out of the driveway and they roared off into the night.

"Honey you came to my rescue. My knight in shining armor, spirting the queen out of the castle and away from the evil king," she told him with a giggle indicating she had been drinking.

"Yeah, well, you needed rescuing, Mom. I don't trust he is going to be out of there in a few hours so I am going to take you to the hotel. You can spend the night there."

The mist turned into a quiet rain as he slowly negotiated the winding road to the Mount Charleston Lodge about a fifteen minute trip roughly down the mountain.

Upon reaching the hotel Ellen decided she was not yet ready to retire for the evening, especially by herself when Jimmie told her, now that he was out and about, he was going to head into Las Vegas to track down some old friends of his.

"Honey can we drive around a bit before I check in and you head off to find your friends. I'm just not ready to sit alone in a hotel room as of yet."

"Really are you serious. I mean it's starting to rain harder and it's getting cold and you don't even have a jacket on."

"So the car has a heater so what's the big deal. Please can you just like take the scenic loop on Hwy. 157? It's so beautiful up there and it will give me time to think and clear my head."

He agreed, as he always did when his mom wanted something. Before heading out for their drive, they stopped at a small convenience store next to the hotel so she could get a Coke from the fountain machine to mix with the small bottle of Jack Daniels she discreetly grabbed on her way out of the house.

She took the bottle, not so much because she liked whiskey, but out of spite, knowing Frank would be pissed because she took it from his not so secret stash he thought was secret. But now, getting a bit tipsier seemed like not such a bad idea.

Armed each with a large Coke from the station's soda dispenser, they headed back out into the night. As he headed back up the mountain towards the scenic drive, feeling playful, she started to tease him.

"You could have at least let me change before we rushed out of there. You know how I hate wearing my work clothes."

"Why are you still dressed in them? It's about nine and you get out of work at what six?" She was a receptionist at a local animal hospital and today she was wearing a pretty crème colored blouse with a rather short navy blue skirt.

"I came in this morning a bit late so I stayed late and then after work I stopped and had a drink with Mandy after we finished up. Then your dad started in on me and we got to fighting so I never bothered to change. He was on me to get his damn dinner started as soon as I walked through the door . . . besides bitching about you, of course."

"No surprise there."

"I know," she sighed.

"I thought about suggesting you take the time to change but I sensed he was ready to blow. You know how he gets when he starts to turn red. I just thought it was best to follow his suggestion that you leave before things got messy."

He looked over at her liking the way the short skirt revealed a rather generous portion of her well-toned legs and added, "Besides I like your- ahh work uniform. You look real nice. Sexy even maybe."

"Oh just maybe. What a charmer you are, Son," she commented wryly even as she blushed from his observation.

Even though it was only a bit past nine, this was late by Mt. Charleston's standards so there was little traffic on the roads. The late hour, plus it being Tuesday, only added to the sense of isolation as they reached the scenic loop.

Adding to the feeling of isolation, Jimmie glumly noted how the rain was not stopping.

"Maybe we should turn back, Mom. The rain is really starting to pick up."

"I don't wanna go back and sit in my stupid hotel room. And beside I saw the forecast for tonight and it said the rain shouldn't last long."

"Fine," he said as he made a right turn onto the scenic loop.

Normally, he would have been thrilled at this alone time with his mother who he secretly adored. Secretly because Frank had been insanely jealous of his pretty Filipino wife even with his own son so he had been careful to hide his love for his mother.

She was all of 5" 1"and might have weighed roughly a hundred and seven pounds. She was both pretty and petite. Short and sweet. Despite her rough life with Frank she aged well. Her pretty face hardly showed barely any lines or wrinkles to mar its distinctive beauty and was framed by a lovely spill of coral black hair falling just to her shoulders with nary a hint of gray, despite being in her mid-forties.

But maybe most of all it was his mom's warm smile- one that she could turn on like a thousand watt bulb-- that charmed him the most. His mom's smile was inviting, magnetic, and alluring all at once while seeming to possess a beguiling bit of mischievous naughtiness to it when the mood struck her.

All in all, Jimmie thought his mother was a stunning beauty who was only growing finer with age. In the dark of night, alone in bed, he often wondered what she looked like - naked. Such thoughts brought him shame, along with a powerful erection.

Stealing a quick glance over at her, he spied the top three buttons of her pretty crème colored blouse were casually undone, allowing a generous portion of her rich olive dark skin to be revealed. Trying to keep his eyes focused on the road was growing difficult as between her unbuttoned blouse, and her short skirt there was plenty of alluring bare skin to look at sitting right next to him.

As they drove on in the dark rain they were a good ways into the scenic loop by now, maybe roughly three miles, Jimmie started to get a sense this night was somehow special. Maybe it was because they were both sharing the pain of a relationship gone badly or maybe it was because he just felt emotionally raw and in need of serious comfort, much as he suspected she was feeling.

A sudden unbidden thought popped into his head making him grip the steering wheel tighter. I wonder if she finds me attractive, in a manly sense, like I find her to be?

Scoffing at such a silly thought, his inner voice spoke up. No way does she find you attractive dude. He tended to agree with that inner voice as they seemed mismatched in every way: she was pretty, outgoing, easily smiled and was well liked by lots of people while he, on the other hand, was none of the above.

Instead, he thought of himself as plain in nearly every way. At 5' 10" and a hundred and sixty five pounds soaking wet, he was of average height and weight. He had a light smattering of freckles still on his wholly baby face which made him appear much younger than his actual age. This youngish looking pale baby face of his was accented by light brown hair, a non-descript nose and chin, average ears, average hazel eyes, average this, average that etc. etc. etc.

She was beautiful and I am plain and such is life he thought darkly to himself before she interrupted his thoughts.

It was almost as she had been reading his mind when she spoke. "Jimmie, just so you know, you are handsome and Katie is a fool for breaking up with you."

Jimmie was taken by surprise by his mom's comment. He knew he should not engage in any real conversation with her now, but instead should be giving his full attention to the road. But what she said piqued his interest to the point where he had to respond. "What do you mean by that?"

"It's so obvious honey, the hurt on your face tonight, she dumped you huh. I seen it coming months ago but I just didn't say anything."

"Really, how did you know? I mean really . . . how did you know I was dumped? I haven't told anyone."

"A mother bear always knows when her cub is in pain sweetie."

He glanced at her with awe. He had given her no hints . . . at least, not as far as he could tell but still she knew.

Jimmie looked at her, greedily sucking down her potent Jack and Coke and now understood something: she must be in real pain if she was drinking like this.

His simple sideways glance at his mother ended up sealing their fate though when his eyes lingered, first on her open blouse, and then on her bare thighs showed off so nicely by her semi- short skirt.

He tore his eyes off her body just in time to look back at the road where he saw a fairly sizable woodland creature, it might have been a kit fox or badger maybe, darting across the road in front of the car. Ellen screamed, "Look Out", as Jimmie instinctively swerved to avoid hitting the poor critter.

The car skidded out of control on the wet, slick pavement before it veered off the road. Jimmie fought to regain control but it was too late—the car plunged down a decent sized incline just barely squeezing between a large stand of evergreen trees and a large boulder.

As the car plowed its way through the underbrush while small tree branches lashed at the front windshield, Jimmie fought to slow the car down and get it back under control. The car finally thudded to a halt about forty feet off the road after smacking into a large stump. Thankfully, by the time the Cadillac hit the stump it had slowed down enough where both Jimmie and Ellen, although badly shaken, were not seriously hurt.

"Are you all right, Mom?" he asked shooting a worried look her way as he took a deep breath and turned off the engine.

"Yeah, but I am now wearing the majority of my rum and coke." She looked down, first at her blouse, where an obvious dark stain was already spreading, and then down at her dress skirt where another large stain was well underway.

"Important thing here is that we are both fine. Really, it could have been much worse," he said thankful she was not hurt.

He took a deep breath and twisted the key in the ignition after assuring her he was OK. The engine fired up right away.

"At least it still starts. Now let's see if maybe I can back it up slowly out of here."

"Doubtful," she told him as she dabbed at the wet stain on her blouse with some Kleenex she had stashed in the glove box.

"Well, I will at least try."

He tentatively eased the car into reverse while gradually depressing the gas pedal. The car started to creep backwards slowly before grinding to a halt as one of the rear tires slipped into a rut of some sorts.

"Shit," he exclaimed loudly before banging his hand on the steering wheel.

"Told you," she snapped at him before softening her voice. "Don't worry about it hon. In the best of conditions it would be hard to get us out of here but at night, in the rain, where you can't see where or what you are doing, forget it."

He opened the car door glancing back at the rear of the car. It had sunk lower into a large muddy trough of sorts.

"Yeah, we are not going back up that hill," he lamented with a grimace.

"Shoot, my phone is dead. I forgot to charge it today." Ellen told him only adding to the growing pile of bad news. "What about yours."

"I didn't bring it."

"Really, a teen without their phone?" Ellen asked.

"I just would have been checking it like every thirty seconds hoping for a message from . . . you know who . . . and it would have been just a distraction and pissed me off so I left it at home."

"Hmm . . . So what do we do? Walk." Ellen asked. She was starting to get nervous and maybe a little scared, especially as the rain, instead of slackening like the forecast had called for only seemed to be picking up in intensity.

"Mom we drove a good two or three miles after turning onto the scenic loop and then even when we get back to the regular highway it's pretty much deserted this time of night, especially midweek, and its gotta be a good, I don't know five, six mile hike back to the hotel. Do you really think you could manage that?"

"No, probably not but maybe someone would stop and help us."

"At night, in the pouring rain. Sounds like wishful thinking to me."

"Fine your right. But what then?"

"How about this. I will go back up to the road and maybe by a miracle someone saw us crash or saw evidence of the crash and stopped or maybe I will get lucky and another car will pass by and stop."

"Jimmie, no. It's dark here and I don't want to be left alone."

"Once I get to the road I will only stay long enough to find out if anyway saw us by some chance. Then I will be right back. Be gone twenty minutes at the most."

"Fine, I guess, but hurry please." She looked at him with big pleading eyes. His mother just looked so beautiful, so vulnerable at that very moment causing his arms ache to hold her.

"At least the rain slowed down some." After opening the car door he realized the rain slowing down theory was nothing but wishful thinking as if anything, it was coming down harder than ever.

"Just hurry baby please."

On impulse, he leaned back into the car, giving her a quick kiss fondly on her cheek before, again, acting totally on impulse, he expressed his deepest feelings toward her. "I promise and remember I love you more than anything, Mom."

As he started to pull back, she impetuously wrapped a hand around his neck pulling him back toward her. She gave him a kiss of her own now, firmly on the lips; one that literally set his world on fire.

The kiss, it didn't last long enough or maybe it lasted forever, either could be have been possible as time literally stopped when her warm lips, tasting of Jack and Coke, pressed against his.

They parted, but not before she gently caressed the side of his face. "Thanks for telling me that hon. I really needed to hear it and you know I love you too with all my heart and soul."

"Yeah, OK Mom, be right back," he told her as he slammed the car door shut. He wanted to say more, much more, but he needed to get up the hill to see about his miracle.

It was not an easy climb back to the road, in the dark, in the rain, and with a wild assortment of tree stumps, rocks- some insignificant, some quite significant - small stands of pine trees, and an assorted variety of scrub underbrush blocking his path.

Finally after he reached the road he found it to be utterly silent and deserted. Worse, there was no real evidence anything untold took place. No skid marks, no broken guard rail, there was no guard rail actually to break, no nothing indicating their car left the road and plunged down the slope of the hill.

He waited for about two or three minutes, peering first to the left, and then to the right hoping against hope to see the telltale flash of headlights. But there was nothing but rain and cold to be found here.

Dejectedly, he started back down the hill. He tried to follow best he could the trail of broken bushes and snapped tree branches, but halfway down worry began to set in maybe he lost his way in the dark as he zigged and zagged this way and that way to avoid the large boulders or stands of trees blocking his path.

When he didn't come across the car in enough time where he should have spotted it by now, a bit of panic started to set in, turning his careful plodding downhill into a reckless ill-advised jog.

In the meantime, back at the car, Ellen was busy. Just after Jimmie left, she hurried out of the car and popped the trunk open. She fortunately took some local residents advice when they first moved up on the mountain to always have an emergency kit packed in the car. Just in case.

Her emergency kit consisted of a first aid kit, flashlight, some bottles of water, a box of granola bars, and maybe most important, a pair of heavy blankets. After pulling everything out and arranging it between the front and back seat of the car as needed she started to have some pleasantly naughty thoughts about spending the night with her son, cuddled together in the back seat of the car under the blankets.

Ellen, even though she was not outside for long grabbing the stuff from the trunk, received a good soaking from the cold rain and was now feeling its full effects. Of course, it didn't help her blouse and skirt was already soaked from the ice filled Jack and Coke she had been sipping on so furiously right before the accident.

Feeling she had no choice, she started the car and cranked the heater on high, but much to her dismay she determined she couldn't run the heater as long as she would have liked as they were nearly out of gas. The needle was just hovering above empty.

After a good two or three minutes she turned off the car, and then about another five or so minutes later she started to seriously worry about Jimmie when he had not returned yet.

Spying the bottle of Jack on the floor of front seat she picked it up. "What the hell, it can't hurt," she whispered to herself as she poured a generous amount of Jack Daniels into Jimmie's cup still secured snugly in the cup holder. Fortunately, he too had wanted a coke from the store, and took a large swallow. The whiskey immediately worked its magic allowing her to relax.

Leaning back in the front seat of the car, she sipped on the whiskey filed drink, letting her mind wander. It wandered almost immediately to the impromptu kiss she just gave him on his lips. "Jesus, Ellen, you have not kissed him full on the lips since he was little," she announced out loud to the darkness of the car.

A little voice in her head responded by scolding her for that bold and audacious kiss. "So what!" She fired back at the voice. He deserved a kiss anyways, considering all we are both going through.She could see the hurt on his face when she brought up Katie and intuitively knew, as only a mother would, her baby boy needed both love and comfort to ease his aching heart. And by God she would be there to give him plenty of both in untold abundance if need be.

The one thing she would not think about, although it was nagging at the back of her mind, was how their kiss made her feel. The simple fact was it took her breath away, while having the dual effect of causing her heart to race long after their lips parted.

She took another large sip of the Jack and Coke and once again cursed silently, wondering why he hadn't returned. Jimmie possessed a poor sense of direction, this she knew, so it was not hard to imagine him wandering around on the side of the hill lost in the dark.

Lost and afraid and wanting his mommy. Somehow the whole idea of Jimmie wanting his mommy gave her butterflies. She tried to ignore the feeling as she peered out the window in the darkness hoping to see him come into view.

Then it hit her. If he was wandering around in the dark searching for the car maybe this would help. Starting up the car, she flashed the lights several times, before leaning on the horn.

Lucky for Jimmie, although he veered off course, he was not so far off course where he couldn't both hear, and then see, the car's flashing lights some distance away to his right.

Relieved, he adjusted his course but not his speed. Instead of slowing down, he actually started to jog faster as the rain was really coming down now. He was tired, cold and frustrated and wanted nothing more than to get back to the warmth of the car and his mother.

His jog turned into a run. An ill-advised run as he recklessly, about ten yards from the car, tripped over a large rock, taking a nasty tumble to the rocky ground where he gashed his head on the side of a large boulder.

Cursing loudly, hoping his mother didn't see his prat fall, he picked himself up.

It proved to be a forlorn hope as his mother was, in fact, watching him approach the car before taking his tumble. She reacted by dashing out of the car and into the pouring rain. Slinking an arm around him, she helped her dazed son limp the last few yards back to the car.

A minute later, he was resting painfully in the back seat, stretched out on one of the blankets she placed across the spacious seat. She cranked up the car heater-- full blast-- in a vain attempt to ward off the chills from their rain soaked clothes.

Jimmie was in some serious pain as he tried to relax in the back seat while Ellen was in the front seat, tearing through the first aid kit looking for the bandages she apparently forgot to pack. She was worried about the blood trickling out of a ragged gash along the top of his forehead.

Before ordering him to lay down in the backseat she told him to strip out of his wet clothes since they were only serving to make him colder. He half followed her advice, taking off shirt and using it to dab at the cut on his forehead oozing blood.

While not finding the bandages, she was able to locate a bottle of aspirin. She shook two out in her hand and ordered him to wash them down with the coke which she-- without telling him-- added a generous amount of whiskey to. She hoped between the whiskey and the aspirin it would help deaden the pain to a manageable amount.

She was just about to climb in the backseat with him when he finally spoke up. "Hey Mom, you might think about turning off the car and saving the gas. It's probably only going to get colder as the night goes on you know."

"Yeah, I suppose you are right, hon," she replied in a bit of a daze herself as the reality began to set in they would, in fact, be spending the night here.

After taking a big swig of his drink to wash the two aspirin down, he nearly spit it out. "Jesus Mom!!" He snapped at her maybe more harshly than he meant. "You added the whiskey to my drink?"

Not at all concerned with his sharp tone, she only laughed. "Remember I spilled my drink all over myself when you crashed the car so I took the liberty of turning your drink into our drink and adding some of the whiskey to it."

"Yeah, but you could have, at least, warned me!"

"Now what fun would that have been," she answered while reaching out and ruffling his hair a bit.

Although the whiskey caused him to wince initially, he liked the warm, fuzzy feeling it was now giving him so he took another large swallow of his drink before handing it back to her.

"Just holler if you start to get cold," she told him after turning off the car. "Maybe when can just turn the car on and off for a bit during the night to stay warm."

"Mom, don't worry about me being cold. I can handle it. You are the one I'm worried about. I mean, look at you, you are shaking like a leaf. Forget me and wrap yourself up in one of the blankets."

"Not a chance am I going to forget about you. We have to get that cut on your forehead to stop bleeding and then apply some ointment to it. Now hush up and let me take a look at it."

Jimmie, playing the role of concerned son to the hilt, wouldn't hush up though despite her admonishing him to do so. "But Mom you are freezing for God's sake. Your clothes are soaked, first from the drink and then from the rain."

"Well I had to get the stuff out of the trunk, hon." Feeling playful she then added, "You know before going back out into the rain to come to your rescue."

Deciding to ignore her playful comment he snapped back, "You're not fine. I know how you easily get cold."

"Ok fine, yes I am freezing especially since we turned the heat off."

"So turn it back on."

"Honey you just told me to turn it off. Remember, not much gas left and we will be here all night. Better conserve what we got. The night will only get darker and colder I'm sure."

"Fine, but I am going to wrap you up in this blanket first and then you can-" He actually started to raise up, intending on wrapping a blanket around her, by force if necessary, if she wouldn't listen to reason, but she cut him off sharply, "Jimmie, wrapping me up in the stupid blanket when my clothes, especially my blouse, is soaked won't help that much."

Jimmie hesitated, not sure if he should make the suggestion but in the end he supposed the whiskey infused Coke gave him the reckless courage to make it.

"So take your stupid wet clothes off just like you told me to take my wet clothes off."

Ellen, while she secretly loved how he was being brave enough to make such a bold suggestion, decided for the moment to ignore it. Instead, she flipped the overhead dome light on bathing the interior of the car in a faint light while wondering if he would continue to press for her to remove her clothes.

She positioned herself on the edge of the seat next to him before taking the white button up shirt out of his hand he was using as a makeshift bandage.

Looking at it, it was covered in dirt stains, she snapped at him. "What are you using this filthy thing for as a bandage. Are you trying to get your wound infected, Son."

"Well you could not find one and I was bleeding. But forget that, Mom did you hear what I just said?"

"Yes," she answered simply. She gave him a sly little grin before she added, "You desperately want your mother to take her clothes off, but, of course, why should I take your advice when you have not followed mine as I see your pants are still on."

"I took off my shirt and shoes off. That was enough I thought."

"It's a start, but your pants are a muddy mess and they are wet too. And look, they are messing up the clean blanket, but more important, how can you get really warm when your still have your wet pants on, Jimmie?"

"So I have to take my pants off too?" he replied diffidently.

"Yes of course," she barked back at him in a voice strained with exasperation. "Jimmie, this is no time for modesty. Remember I am your mother so there is no need for this shy act around me, Son. Besides I will put the blanket back over you so you have nothing to worry about."

"Then you first, Mom. Like you said it's no time for modesty. You are shivering and need to get out of your wet clothes too."

"Honey, I have never felt modest around you. That is not the problem. It's something else."

"What then?"

"I'm just afraid of your reaction of what I have on under my blouse and skirt."

"What . . . Hmm let me guess, underwear, a bra and a pair of panties to be specific, would be my guess. Not exactly shocking, Mom." He looked at her before adding sarcastically. "How shall I ever recover from the sight of that!?"

"Honey stop . . . I am being serious. You are right. I am wearing a bra and panties, of course, but not my usual style I guess you would say. I am afraid of what you might think."

"All I am thinking is you are freezing and if you want to get warm you are going to have to strip out of those wet clothes just exactly as you told me."

She dabbed at the gash on his forehead making it a point to ignore what he just said, again curious to see if he would push the issue. "I need something clean to get the dirt away from this gash on your forehead."

"That pretty blouse of yours is clean, Mother."

"Yeah, I suppose it is," she sighed. "I guess you are right. Maybe I should strip off my blouse and use it to help clean you up a bit and if I am going to take off my blouse I might as well remove my skirt too huh?"

The mischievous look on her face make him wonder if she was wholly serious but when she started to unbutton her blouse—he had his answer.

After undoing just a single button though, Ellen started to lose her courage as her innate shyness was asserting itself. Hoping she had the cure, Ellen reached out, snatching the whiskey filled drink, she took a large slug of it.

It worked as the larger than normal drink she just took left her feeling both bold and reckless.

"I can close my eyes if you want." Jimmie offered tentatively as he watched her begin to undo her blouse again with a greater sense of expectation than he should have been feeling.

"Oh don't be silly honey. Just try not to be too grossed out when you see the new bra your mom is wearing under her blouse," she told him in a flirtatious voice.

She was unbuttoning her blouse deliberately slow; conscious of her son's eyes on her chest. The fact he was watching her made the whole act seem almost surreal. She imagined she should feel some sense of shyness, but instead she felt only hope. Hope her son will like the new colorful bra she was wearing.

Just so as to not let her shyness get in the way of things again, she once more grabbed the plastic cup with it potent mix of whiskey and coke and took another large gulp, followed by a second one. The buzz was instant. Incredible. She felt sexy. Invincible even, as he continued to watch her.

Ellen's new colorful bra was the direct result of her best friend Mandy's persistent badgering. Mandy teased Ellen that white was not the only color bra available in her size. Nor was it a sin to wear bras and panties actually all prettied up with lace and ribbons and whatnot.

After months of resistance, Ellen finally took the advice to heart and today, as fate would have it, for the first time, was wearing something a bit more sexy and daring than normal.

As she leisurely continued to unbutton her blouse she thanked God for the copious amount of whiskey she consumed. Being drunk made it much easier than she could have imagined to strip off her blouse in front of her eighteen year old son.

The whiskey was also taking its toll on Jimmie, who did not consume much alcohol as a rule. The two large swallows of the whiskey filled Coke went straight to his head, giving him an instant buzz. If he had been sober, more than likely, he would have made it a point to turn away as she took off her blouse, but he was not sober and he was not turning away.

He marveled yet again at the pure sexiness of his mom. He remembered how he earlier stared at those nice legs of hers so aptly on display beneath the short dark skirt. Now watching her so take off her blouse made staring at her legs earlier seem almost innocent.

"Honey are you sure seeing your mother in her bra and panties won't be like . . ." She paused in unbuttoning her blouse about halfway down, "I don't know maybe be totally gross for you?"

He answered slowly, choosing his bold words carefully. "Mom you are a beautiful woman who should be more concerned about the anticipation your young son is feeling in waiting to see you remove your blouse and reveal this new bra of yours. Doesn't that maybe creep you out . . . my curiosity in seeing what your new bra looks like?"

"Actually the truth is . . . it does wonders for my self-esteem honey."

He said nothing in response but continued to stare as she looked down at her blouse concentrating on undoing the large buttons. Jimmie suspected his mother was undoing her blouse slowly, very much on purpose, if for no other reason than to create suspense.

Her blouse, unbuttoned all the way, but still in place enough to cover the much talked about new bra, left him feeling anxious and curious.

Instead of making a move to take it off, she only leaned over toward him and peered at the gash in his forehead. "Hmm it appears to have almost stopped bleeding. Now we just need to get it cleaned out."

He caught the briefest glimpse of something colorful underneath the blouse increasing his anticipation. "Mom don't worry about my damn cut now. You are still shivering so you had bett-"

"I know, I know, finish taking off my wet blouse," she interrupted him with a playful smile.

She paused, letting the drama build before she got down to it and leisurely began to strip off her blouse. She sighed audibly thinking of how very wonderful it was her young son was so anxious to see his mother strip off her blouse.

He tried, at first anyways, to look away. Tried to urgently maintain some kind of innocence between them but, in the end, his curiosity was simply too much. His eyes shifted over to her just as she peeled back her blouse revealing a beautiful turquoise colored bra with black trimming running alongside the tops of her bra cups.

His eyes drank in every lovely detail of his mom's beautiful new bra noting how the black trim ended in the middle of the soft valley between her tits intertwining itself into a lovely little black ribbon.

Ellen smiled inwardly as she noticed the eager way he was staring at her chest, filling her heart with a tawdry confidence in her own innate sex appeal. But still it would be nice to hear him say aloud something nice about how her new bra looked on her.

Throwing caution to the wind, Ellen went fishing for a compliment or two. Looking at him evenly, she whispered in a cool voice, "Well I guess the eager way you keep staring at your mother's chest must mean your mom's new bra doesn't look half bad on her huh?"

Jimmie understood, with his mother well on her way to being intoxicated, meaning she would be highly emotional and sensitive, he needed to say something nice in response.

Measuring his words carefully, he told her, "I hope you don't mind me staring Mom because, honestly, your bra looks really, really pretty on you and I guess that is why I was staring."

"Ahh sweetheart you really mean that?"

"Yes, seriously I do, Mom."

"I was so worried you would think I looked gross in it or something,"she replied positively beaming from her son's praise.

Now, before she could lose her nerve, she pushed forward with a bold and reckless plan beginning to take shape in her mind.

She wadded her blouse into a loose ball, using it to dab a trickle of blood off his forehead. He winced at the pain of her blouse hitting his raw cuts.

"Sorry honey. Here you do it. Hold it in place as it is still bleeding just a little while I get out of this wet skirt."

She slid off of the edge of the car seat from where she was sitting next to him. Using the back side of the front seat for balance, Ellen managed to wriggle out of her skirt - as her son watched with rapt attention at the unveiling of his mom's delicious ass. This time, knowing it was hopeless to do anything but stare, he didn't even bother with the pretext of trying to look away.

He very much admired the pair of pretty lace black panties his mom was wearing, especially as she leaned forward over into the front seat placing her skirt there, allowing his eyes to zoom in on her delectable derrière like a pair of twin laser beams.

He felt his cock growing hard in his jeans as he eyes maintained a bead on his mother's well shaped rear end. He gripped the blanket, thankful for its protective covering, tighter around his lower body in an attempt to cover his growing hardness.

Finally, after taking what seemed to be forever arranging her skirt in the front seat, she turned back to him and asked, "Is it nice?"

"What . . . is what nice Mom?" he answered feigning innocence. Did she know how intently he had been staring at her ass when her back was turned to him?

"Why your mom's ass, of course, sweetheart. You were . . . ogling it . . . the whole time I was putting my skirt in the front seat, were you not?"

"Mom I was not . . ." His denial died on his lips as she smiled, and then tapped the rear view mirror before whispering a single word- "Busted."

Of course, she saw him looking in the rear view mirror. How stupid of him! He turned a bright red embarrassed by this sudden turn of events against him.

"Oh, look he is blushing. How cute", she said with an unconcerned laugh.

The fact she seemed wholly unconcerned about him checking her ass out left him feeling a bit out of sorts—but in a good way. Jimmie said nothing in his defense, but instead tried to change the subject.

"I think it has stopped bleeding," he told her as he pulled her blouse away from his forehead.

"Let me see." Leaning in toward him, she closely examined the cut on his forehead. "I think you're right. It has stopped so let me get the ointment and clean this thing up a bit."

She grabbed the ointment out of the first aid kit and settled herself back down next to him making no attempt to hide her half naked body. "Now baby this is going to sting a bit. That cut is deep and nasty but we gotta get it cleaned out."

He nodded his head slowly distracted by her pretty bra and ultra-sexy panties.

"Here, straight from the bottle. It will help dull the pain, sweetie." She handed him the bottle of whiskey obviously expecting him to take a big drink of it. Not wanting to disappoint her, he grabbed the bottle and took a large swig of the potent whiskey.

He winced as the whiskey burned its way down his throat, before resting his head back against the seat ready for his mother to give him what he hoped was a whole lot of TLC.

What happened next was like a bit of heaven and hell for him. Hell because the pain was quite excruciating as his mother dabbed at the raw gash on his forehead. Heaven because while she tended to the wound she leaned over him, so very close, allowing him an up close and personal view of her lovely bra.

Finally, she was finished. Looking at him, she smiled. "You were brave, barely saying a word, hon."

"The whiskey did the trick I guess. It . . . you know, dulled my senses, Mom."

"Well, I hope you can feel this." She was acting strictly on drunken impulse now as she leaned in and gave him a nice kiss on the lips.

"What was that for?" he asked while he squirmed in the seat. Between the kiss and seeing her racy bra up close and personal, his cock was not exactly in a "relaxed" state of mind.

"For being so concerned about your mother that you were rushing back to the car and hurt yourself."

"Clumsy."

"No not clumsy . . . concerned. Then again you have always been concerned about my well-being haven't you?"

"Yes," he answered quietly liking where this was maybe heading.

"Just as I am about yours. Now that we got that nasty cut taken care of let's get you out of those wet pants and tucked under the blanket nice and warm."

Not bothering with waiting for him to answer, she reached down, pulling away the protective blanket and brazenly unbuckled his belt. After making quick work of the belt, she immediately unzipped his jeans.

Jimmie tried to protest but she hushed him up quickly, "It is only fair James. After all, I am out of my wet clothes and in my underwear. Now you should be too."

He understood just how serious she was when she called him by his formal birth name. As she slowly pulled down his jeans, Ellen told herself she would not look. No way. No how.

She looked, albeit it was only a quick glance, or two, slyly, out of the corner of her eye. What she spied made her pulse quicken as her young son obviously was more than a little excited down there with the large bulge under his simple white cotton briefs.

As she pulled his pants down, she took a second longer look while pretending to be having a difficult time getting his pants off from around his ankles while she kept taking furtive glances at his crotch. Most assuredly, he was hard. The very idea of this sent her heart trip hammering inside her chest.

The business of cleaning up his wounds finished, they found themselves cuddled together, both under their own blankets, in opposite corners of the backseat.

"So now that we are all alone and have a whole night to kill I wanna know why little Ms. Katie thought it was alright to break my baby's heart?"

"Mom stop being so dramatic. She dumped me that is all."

"I am drunk and when I am drunk I'm dramatic son. Get used to it. I can tell it's something bad as I sense a great sadness in your heart. Talk to me."

He tried to change the subject, but she was like a bulldog and simply would not let it go. She wanted to hear what was bothering him and that was final. Finally, he decided to break down and tell her a little bit of what happened.

"We were at a party the other night. Over at Johnny's house, his mom and dad were gone for the evening and there was like me and Katie and a couple other guys there with their girlfriends."

He paused while she added more Jack Daniels to the drink they were sharing. His eyes darted to her chest as the blanket had slipped down while she was adding more whiskey to their drink just enough to reveal her pretty bra to his hungry eyes.

"I am listening," she told him before she handed him the large fountain drink now almost half filled with whiskey.

His eyes were glued to his mother's pretty bra once she settled back down back next to him as, amazingly enough, she hadn't bothered to pull the blanket back up far enough to cover her chest.

He wondered if she was doing all this showing off on purpose or was it an accidental result of being drunk. Deciding it was best not to dwell on such matters he continued with his story.

"Anyway, we were downstairs just hanging out playing pool, listening to the stereo and then the lights got turned down."

"I am assuming the lights got turned down so you all could maybe start making out and messing around a bit huh. And I can imagine you were very much for this as that Katie is a pretty girl."

"I was but me and Katie, well, we had only been going out for a little bit and I . . . ahh . . ."

"You two had never really kissed before huh and now you would have to do it with other people around. I understand."

"Yeah, I guess that is it," he said nervously as he fiddled with the blanket.

"And maybe, since Katie is older and, I am guessing here, more experienced in such things that made it worse."

He sighed heavily, before he answered with a heartfelt, "Jeez I am such a wimp and how the hell do you know all this so perfectly?"

"Because I know you perfectly son and I guess you have never really made out with a girl before huh?"

"No, not really. You know I have always been kind of shy around girls."

"Yes, one of your many enduring traits hon."

"Yeah sure more like a curse if you ask me," he remarked while noticing his mom had pulled the blanket back up enough to cover her bra

There was a long moment of silence as they both sipped on their whiskey powered cokes.

Breaking the silence he told her quietly, "There is more to it."

"So tell me. It will help I promise." She gave him such a warm and understanding look before he could even think of stopping he was making a complete confession to her.

He admitted how he gave it his best effort in making out with Katie, but his lack of experience made him nervous and unsure of himself. Bottom line—Katie was less than impressed.

On the way home things got worse as his friends were all bragging about how they scored with their girls, leaving Jimmy more than a little dejected considering he never even got the chance to feel up Katie before she complained about having a "headache", thus putting an end to their less than stellar make session.

The next day at school Katie broke up with him. Period. Exclamation point. Done deal. He was sure it was because his poor performance from the night before.

"So now what, Son?" Reaching out she smoothed a tangle of hair from his eyes before dropping her voice to a quiet whisper. "I guess you feel like you are somehow less of a man because your friends were all allegedly 'getting some' while things fizzled out between you and Katie . . . thanks to both your shyness and inexperience."

"Yeah that pretty much sums it up Mom, I am a failure with girls."

"You are not a failure son, just ahhh . . . inexperienced and naive is all. Katie was your first real girlfriend right?" Ellen looked at her son with a most mischievous smile before she added faintly, "Other than me of course."

She moved a bit closer after flashing a pretty smile to him while letting the blanket slide down her chest revealing once again her alluring bra to his avid eyes.

"Yes, Mom she is . . . I mean was . . . now stop teasing me about you being my girlfriend please."

He tried not to stare too hard at his mom's chest while a sudden unbidden thought came uninvited into his mind: thinking of my mom as my girlfriend is kind of hot.

The thought was immediately followed by a hot flash of guilt for having such a thought in the first place. Turning away from her, and the sight of her pretty bra, he stared out the car window into the darkness.

"I am not teasing, honey. Not really. I mean don't you remember how you used to think I was your girlfriend when you were little. God, you were so jealous of me."

"Yeah well, I ain't little anymore."

"Maybe it's not that, maybe it's just your mom is not girlfriend worthy anymore as she is now old and washed up."

"You ain't old." Jimmie snapped without turning around as he continued to stare glumly out the window.

"I'm forty four," Ellen said simply. Sadly.

"So? You still look great," he half mumbled while still staring morosely out the window into the darkness.

She sensed his sadness as any good mother would have so she moved closer to him. Her heart was set on providing him comfort in his time of need. Emotional comfort for sure. Physical comfort—if necessary.

"Yeah right. I look so great and that is why you would rather stare out the damn window than look at me."

Her biting words were enough to make him glance quickly over at her. He observed, with surprised delight, how his mother was making absolutely no attempt to hide the upper half of her body under the blanket.

He turned away to gaze out the window again and then remembered how doing so would only further upset her. Twisting his face back around, he found her smiling softly at him. It was a smile which totally disarmed him.

Reaching out, she took one of his hands in hers. "So my guess is while you guys were kissing she put her tongue in your mouth and you did not respond well because you were inexperienced with that sort of kissing. Maybe the sad truth was you simply did not know how to respond."

"Mom!!" he snapped before turning away from her to once more stare glumly out the window.

"Shhh let me finish. Maybe we can both help each other out. Right now my self-esteem is suffering greatly as my son finds a few stupid rocks and trees outside the window better to stare at than his half-dressed mother that he claims to find so beautiful."

Without turning around, he tried to defend himself. "Mom I do-"

"Let me finish," she interrupted him gravely. There was a brief moment of silence as Ellen composed her thoughts.

"Listen baby, I know you are in pain from what happened. Let me take your pain away and at the same time maybe you can warm me up in the process. Take a look at me hon, can't you see how cold I am."

He stared at the goose bumps that were forming up and down her bare arms, but more importantly he noted something else—the way she was seemingly inviting him to stare at her half naked body.

"Jesus Mom put the blanket back around you . . . I mean aren't you cold?" He was making a real effort not to stare at her tits-- but it was a losing battle.

Despite his protest, Ellen made no attempt to hide herself under the blanket. Quite to the contrary, she left her blanket bundled up around her waist.

"I have a confession to make about being cold and it's even with the blanket wrapped around me it does not warm me up as much as when I notice you staring at your mom's chest honey. I . . . well that just sets my heart racing and warms me up so much."

There was a moment of silence between them while the raw sexual tension rose to an almost unbearable level before she leaned forward, whispering pleasantly in his ear, "I have a suggestion that will both take away your pain while warming me up in the process. Do you want to hear it?"

He nodded his head yes while shrugging his shoulders uncertainly. His timid uncertainty was a reaction she was prepared to deal with. Using both hands, Ellen turned his face toward her, using a firm touch to keep it there in place.

"Better if I just show you maybe," she whispered to him.

Slipping under his blanket, she nestled up close to him, not waiting or needing a reply from him as she brought her mouth up close to his ear. Whispering tenderly she told him, "It's a known fact that when someone is kissed by someone they really, really love it raises their body temperature and since I really, really do love you Jimmie maybe you should try and give me a whole bunch of kisses until I'm all warmed up."

"Really Mom you want me to kiss you?"

"If I have to ask twice I am going to be hurt sweetheart and since your heart needs mending from what that bitch Katie did to you I should be allowed to kiss you back. You know only a mother's kisses, soft and sweet, warm and loving, can truly heal a baby's broken heart."

Jimmy said nothing in response, he didn't know what to say, so, instead, he wrapped an arm around her and gave her two affectionate light kisses on each of her cheeks in turn before shyly pulling back.

"Honey if you are going to start a fire inside of me you need to do better than that. Your kisses need to be . . ." She patiently brought one finger up to her lips and whispered a single word, setting his heart on fire, "Here."

He sighed heavily, basking in the warmth of his mother's intense beauty so near to him. Her face was so close, her lips so near, he found it impossible to stop what happened next.

Their lips came together; slowly, patiently she shared a good half dozen kisses- soft and sweet at first- honeyed, delicate kisses breaking off almost as soon as they started, only to start up again.

Their soft kisses, so full of caring, kindhearted affection were shared in an intense isolated silence serving only to augment the already enflamed atmosphere.

The rain, for the moment, had stopped falling in this pristine alpine forest prison where they found themselves trapped by their desperate, fiery adulation for one another. Their soothing, tender kisses soon give away to a series of deeper, more meaningful kisses.

Ellen remained in charge, not letting her timid eighteen year old son back away from her. She kissed him over and over again with each kiss more aggressive, and more affectionate, than the prior.

Finally, she drew her mouth away. "Honey you are not such a bad kisser. You just need practice."

"Really?"

"Really, in fact I think you should let me show you how women really like to be kissed. Follow my lead sweetheart and then you take over."

Her hands glided up to his face, bringing it in closer as their lips came together softly. This time when they kissed there was no pretense of innocence.

She let her tongue slip out; slowly, carefully she swirled it around in his mouth. She felt him tense up momentarily before relaxing and allowing her tongue to weave its magic spell over him.

After a few seconds of this delightful spell, she broke it off when she pulled back. "Now let's try that again . . . but this time don't tense up sweetie. Instead, relax and enjoy my tongue in your mouth and then it's your turn. Kiss me back like that letting your tongue loose to do some exploring."

Their lips crashed together once more as Jimmie--eager to do exactly as his mother wanted—did not tense up at all when he felt his mom's tongue glide artfully into his willing mouth.

As soon as she withdrew it, he tentatively slipped his tongue out to return the favor, finding her mouth to be warm and inviting. He also found his cock to be growing hard as they continued their little kissing 101 session.

The tension inside the backseat of the car became neigh unbearable as his restless hands skated all over her exposed tummy while she traced miniature circles with her fingernails on his bare chest.

Both of their hands wanted more while desiring to go in opposite directions. Ellen hands desired nothing more than to dip downwards and explore that large bulge of his she spied earlier, while his hands wanted to float north to reconnoiter the gentle rise of her breasts. To fondle her breasts, to feel the silkily smoothness of her pretty turquoise bra covering them would indeed be a dream come true.

But dreams would have to wait as, for the moment anyways, while both of them practiced restraint, keeping their hands in a holding pattern.

They spent the next few minutes with Jimmy eagerly honing his kissing skills under the skilled guidance of his learned mother as their tongues energetically slipped in and out of each other's mouths over and over again.

Finally, after an inordinate amount of time, she pulled back, breathless. "You are a fast learner sweetheart," she whispered while, much to his chagrin, pulling the blanket up to cover her desirable chest.

"I c-can't believe we are kissing like that. I mean -"

Ellen promptly interrupted him, not wanting to travel the path of "what is right and what is wrong".

"Sweetheart don't dare say it's wrong. I bet the whole time we were kissing you didn't think of Katie . . . not once I imagine. Am I right?"

He nodded his head in agreement. Katie, indeed, was nowhere near his thoughts for the first time since she dumped him.

"And your kisses made me forget about the coldness in the car, but more important the coldness in my life. Your father, well, he never really ever made me feel very desirable Jimmie and you just don't know how important that is to a woman, especially as she gets older."

"Mom you are desirable!!" he blurted out.

She leaned back slightly from him, letting the blanket drop away from her upper body. "Desirable enough where you may want to try and get to second base with your mommy when we start kissing again."

Jimmie, at first anyways, was thunderstruck at his mom's suggestion, but then made a quick decision she was simply teasing him. Probably. Deciding it might be best to ignore her teasing comment about trying to get to second base with her, he instead only addressed her comment about them kissing again.

"What, so you want to kiss some more?" he asked tentatively.

"Don't you?"

"Yes."

"Kiss me and since you missed out on feeling up Katie, well, I was thinking why not take a chance . . . and try to feel up your mother."

"Mom!!" Damnit stop teasing me. It ain't funny," he barked at her.

Ellen looked at her son seriously. "Mom is not teasing baby. Those demons will bother you for some time unless you exorcise them tonight, here and now, with me. You know maybe it was not all your fault. Maybe Ms. Katie was simply not aggressive enough with you. Not a problem I will have."

Jimmie said nothing while continuing to stare fixedly at her chest—while his cock became stiffer than it had ever been in his young life.

Ellen, the whiskey making her feel so carefree and flirtatious, figured, what the hell, let's see just how far I can tease him before he snaps.

"Well you were desperate earlier to get your mom's blouse off of her so I can't imagine you . . ." Tilting her head at him seductively, she thrust her chest out a bit, hoping he would take the bait as she finished up with her teasing comment. "Not wanting to feel me up a bit."

"Mom, it was your idea to take your blouse off," he retorted going on the defensive while conveniently forgetting how actually it had been his idea she take her blouse off.

"Yeah, that is not the way I remember it, but regardless, ever since I've had it off I have noticed the shy little subtle glances you have been casting towards my chest, which only leads me to believe you were not lying when you told me earlier how pretty, real pretty that is, your mother's new bra looked on her."

"I wasn't lying, it is pretty, Mom."

Deciding it was time to go for broke, she gazed at him, staring deep into his warm hazel eyes, "So aren't you just a little curious to find out if your mother's new bra feels as good as it looks."

She was glad when he didn't answer, but instead just sat there, fidgeting nervously. She liked the feeling of being in control and calling the shots. Reaching out, she stroked the side of his face before taking his hands in hers. .

She carefully guided them off his lap and back onto the smooth plain of her bare tummy.

"I am curious a-about that but . . . w-would you really let me do that, Mommy?"

He called her "Mommy" by accident-- it just sort of slipped out—but it took them both back to a time when he was young and she was the all-powerful queen and ruler of his world and he always called her "Mommy" with such sweet reverence.

That simple word, and its meaning, was not lost on Ellen. She jumped on it, meaning to use it for all it's worth. She sensed he too was under the same lecherous spell which made her lust for the forbidden things in this world—like being sexually romantic with one's own son.

Ellen, wanting to capitalize on that simple word, while introducing the theme she hoped it would produce between them, a theme of purity, innocence and love that existed between a mother and her son, could only hope he was on the same wave length. She especially hoped the underlying theme of love and innocence would appeal to her heart-broken son.

"Of course baby. But only if you tell me the truth . . ." She paused before beginning to guide his hands upwards before introducing this new theme. "Is Mommy the first?"

"The first?"

"Will my breasts be the first you ever touched, the first you will ever have a chance to fully explore? Honestly, it would just melt my heart sweetheart knowing that your mom's tits will be the first those sweet, virgin hands of yours have ever fondled."

He was beginning to suspect he opened some exciting new door when he called her "Mommy", by accident, just a moment ago. It looked as though she relished thinking of him as her adorable baby boy.

This could work to my advantage, Jimmie thought as he lowered the tone of his voice while trying to make it sound as sweet and innocent as possible.

"Y-yes they would be Mom-Mommy. I have never touched a girl's breasts before."

She steered his hands up to a few inches below the gentle rise of her tits before stopping. She said nothing for a long moment, letting the unbearable sexual tension—that had been gradually rising all night between them-- rise to nearly unbearable levels.

"Really . . . Wow. I am going to feel so special then, honey."

"Well, you should feel special coz you are special, Mommy." Jimmie again swallowed hard; his self-effacing nervousness was offset by the growing hardness inside his briefs.

"You have been thinking what it might be like to touch them all night huh sweetie. Tell Mommy you have been, please sweetie." Her voice was so pleading, so soft and sugary, so desperate even to the point where he found it utterly heart-warming.

Just as he heard the impatient imploring in his mother's voice it dawned on him what maybe she was doing. By referring to herself as "Mommy" and him as "baby" or "sweetie" she was trying to maintain a semblance of innocence between them. Probably so she won't feel so guilty about what was happening.

If he didn't understand the game she was playing fully before, he certainly understood it now. He decided it would very much be to his benefit to "play along" with the innocent scene she was striving to create between them.

"Mommy I . . . yes, I mean . . . I h-have been dreaming of playing with your boobies for so long." His hands crept slowly upward toward them before shyly pausing.

"Oh really," Ellen answered with a bemused little smile on her face.

"So that means you are going to be a brave and see if Mommy's bra feels as nice as it looks?"

"Oh, can I please, Mommy?" He gazed tenderly into her face, trying to appear as adorable as possible, now that he was sure this was what she wanted.

"Of course, sweetheart you know Mommy never, ever can deny her adorable little boy anything he wants." She quickly decided while the sweet and innocent theme was nice, he needed a reminder, every now and then anyways, that he was a grown man so she looked at him seriously whispering, "Of course my little boy is . . ."

She carefully pulled back the blanket covering the lower half of his body. Her breath caught in her throat as her son was sporting an extremely large bulge under his white briefs. It was quite large enough, in fact, where it literally took her breath away.

"Not so little anymore, but big and strong and quite hard it appears," she whispered in a voice hoarse with desire as she stared pointedly at his crotch.

Jimmie's hands, emboldened by this glowing compliment, moved unflinchingly upwards towards the mild ascent of her petite boobs so enticingly clad under that tantalizing turquoise bra of hers.

He began to explore them slowly, carefully through the maddening plush material of her bra.

"Oh, that's it, baby," she murmured as she leaned her head back against the seat. "Does mommy's bra feel nice?"

"Y-yes, Mommy," he panted, barely able to believe this fantastic fantasy was actually happening.

Jimmy continued to rub his hands all over her bra, experiencing the feel of her heavenly boobs underneath to his heart's contents. Finally, Ellen let out a mild sigh as she pulled him into her arms where they exchanged a trio of slow and easy kisses that soon turned into several, long hot sizzling kisses, making their earlier make out session seem innocent in comparison.

Sometime during this kissing session, much to her delight, she noticed how he was becoming a bit braver as she felt his hands beginning to explore her tits once more. Breaking the kiss off, she sensed it was time to advance their game to the next level.

Swinging one leg over him, she positioned herself where she was straddling him. He required no prompting this time as he eagerly used both hands to attack her breasts with untamed vigor.

She let him play with her boobies for a bit before she whispered sweetly, "Do you wanna see your Mommy's boobies, hon?"

"Y-yes." His voice came out in a hoarse whisper full of a terrible craving to finally see his mom's bare breasts.

"Will mine be the first you have ever seen, other than in a movie or pictures of course."

"Yes," he answered truthfully, his voice barely rising above a whisper.

She looked at him with a sly smile as she leaned closer. "Go ahead then and unhook your Mommy's bra sweetheart."

His hands moved around to her back while his heart trip-hammered inside his chest as his fingers commenced a fumbling, bumbling attack upon the intricate hook and eye closure. He tried to undo it, but the elaborate hooks befuddled his novice fingers.

Ellen, sensing her son's growing frustration, came to his rescue. "Here . . . sit back and let Mommy do it, baby," she whispered using one hand to push him back against the seat.

His hands fell away as his poor heart continued to pound away inside his chest. He found it fantastic the very first bare boobs he would ever be witness to would be his mother's.

He watched with rapt attention as she reached back and undid her bra with little effort before letting it slip down tantalizing slow off of her breasts, revealing inch by inch the heaven underneath.

She tilted her head to one side, and in a honeyed maternal voice sighed, "Do you like them, sweetheart."

"Oh, God yes, Mommy they are so . . ." His voice caught in his throat momentarily before he could finish. "Beautiful."

She took his hands up and guided them to her breasts. "I'm so glad you like them, sweetie. Now that Mommy's bra is not in the way you can really play with them huh, baby?"

His hands provided the answer as they eagerly fondled her breasts. Like a novice explorer in a new land sampling forbidden treasures, he took his time investigating every inch of her luscious little boobs. He especially enjoyed how when he flickered his fingers over her fully erect nipples she would let out a subdued moan so he decided to concentrate his efforts there.

First, he let his hands and fingers lightly brush over the entire surface area of her breasts before tracing lines and patterns near her nipples, coming ever so close before backing away. Finally, hoping he teased her enough already he slowly scraped his fingernails over her stiff nipples, sending shock waves of pleasure throughout her body.

He was delighted-- much like a baby playing with a new toy would be-- to witness this amazing new thing of how her nipples snapped to attention whenever he flickered his fingers lightly across them.

Jimmie boldly explored his mom's nipples to his heart's content, this time using his thumbs to brush her rigid nipples back and forth several times. This elicited a quiet moan from her. By the third time of him doing this she was squirming in his lap and losing control.

Opening her eyes, she raised her head up and grabbed his hands. Surprised, he wondered if he did something wrong.

"You have been teasing Mommy for too long," she hissed at him in a voice full of husky desire. "Jesus, you need to give me more!" she hissed at him. "I want, I need you to suck on them . . . . Now!"

She placed one hand behind his head, guiding his face to her tits. His lips were mere inches away from her nipples. He was so close he could see every contour of her beautiful little breasts topped by her ripe nipples.

Instead of diving right in, he paused to lick his lips in anticipation of doing the unthinkable. This caused the impatient Ellen to plead with him.

"Come on, love. Please suck on Mommy's tits. Please, baby. I want you to sooo, sooo bad," she implored him. Her voice was deep and throaty with raw untamed longing.

Jimmy, inexperienced as he may have been, possessed an innate sense of just what to do to turn his mother on. He began by kissing every inch of her tits slowly. His lips moved cautiously, not wanting to miss even one inch of her delicate little breasts which only served to drive Ellen crazy with a carnal lust bordering on insanity.

His lips, lingering everywhere while staying nowhere all at once, moved this way and that across her breasts in a haphazard pattern of soft kisses and tender nibbles.

Taking his sweet time, he showered the entirely of her breasts with tender loving kisses and deliciously tantalizing flicks of his tongue while being sure to avoid her lush nipples altogether.

Jimmie somehow knew it was her nipples-- more than anything-- she wanted him to suck on. Tentatively, after he observed his mother's increasingly desperate moans, and the way she was squirming in his lap, he lowered his lips to one of her fully erect nipples, flashing a playful flickering tongue lightly across it.

Ellen let out a loud moan and begged for more. "That's it baby suck on Mommy's tits. Please."

Very much pleased with himself, Jimmie pulled on his mom's nipples, one after the other, with his lips after he flicked his tongue over them each nice and slow. He increased the speed of his flickering tongue which only caused Ellen to writhe with unabashed wicked delight before she whimpered louder than ever.

Jimmie, warming to the task at hand, experimented with wrapping his tongue around first one, and then the other of her nipples, trying different things, at different speeds with the sole purpose of seeing just how loud he could get her to moan. He was soon rewarded as first she pleaded for more, then begged for more, before finally demanding more.

Ellen arched her back and tried frantically to force her pint-sized tits deeper into his warm, wet mouth, "Stop teasing Mommy and suck on them baby, pleeeeeeeeeeeasse."

Jimmie responded to his mom's pleas, capturing first one, and then the other, of her breasts in his mouth. He slurped at them sloppily as if his very life depended on it with his mouth flying back and forth between the delectable small mounds of her breasts.

He bathed each of her splendidly elongated nipples with his tongue before he opened his mouth wide and suckled on each one in turn.

Ellen bucked her hips in a wild frenzy of uncontrollable passion. She could feel her son's hardness poking at her through his briefs. The simple idea she was the one making him so very hard sent her into a frenzied state of mad hunger. It was a wild craving of that which a mother should never have for her natural born son-- yet there it was-- in spades.

Unable to control herself any longer, Ellen slipped off his lap and onto her knees, clawing at his tight white briefs. Her eyes were focused wholly on his tremendously large bulge as she uncovered his manhood. Like a ferocious tiger freed from his cage his robust six and a half inches of hard cock sprang out.

"Close your eyes hon and let Mommy make you feel so good."

He obeyed, shutting his eyes while leaning back. The last thing he remembered before he died and went to heaven was his mother on her knees licking her lips greedily while she stared at the tremendous erection he was sporting.

It seemed almost too far out to believe this old Cadillac—the same one he had ridden so innocently in the back seat literally hundreds of times in his life would now be the scene of his very first blow job—given by his mother.

Ellen looked down at her son's rigid cock as it jutted out towards her, seemingly begging to be sucked on. In untamed desire, she ran her tongue over her lips in wanton anticipation of what she was about to do with a virtual storm of lustful zeal to have his cock in her mouth overtaking her lecherous heart.

She stared at his cock- wanting to burn the memory in her soul forever- before she did the most inconceivable, the most immoral, and the most depraved thing of what had proved, up to this point anyways, to be an otherwise rather dull and boring life.

Ellen took her son's cock deep into her mouth, swallowing it whole almost immediately making her son sigh with forbidden delight.

Jimmie was in heaven with his mother's warm mouth and flickering, darting tongue, worshipping his hardness as he twisted his fingers in her beautiful hair and began to push her head up and down as she sucked his cock as eagerly as the cheapest whores might well have done.

Ellen sensed he was close to exploding already, not really a surprise considering how young and inexperienced with sex he was.

She broke contact, letting his glorious hard member escape her lips just long enough for her to look up at him. "Baby you can cum in Mommy's mouth if you want," she whispered sweetly to him.

"Arghh," Jimmie muttered an unintelligible response as the power of even simple speech evaded him. The fact was he was too far gone on this powerful new drug of having his cock sucked on to respond intelligently.

She smiled to herself knowing he was ready to burst. Lowering her mouth back onto his stiff penis she was wholly ready to accept his love. As a coup de grace she brought one hand up to cup his balls as she slowly circled the head of his trembling cock with her wet and wicked tongue.

She expertly flickered her tongue slowly across the sensitive underside of his shaft before dropping to the base and gradually licking, kissing and nibbling her way to the top—while gently massaging his testicles.

Jimmie, squirming something awful, was ready to erupt. She suddenly wanted very much to watch him cum; wanted to see the volcanic explosion of cum burst forth from his big hard cock. She pulled up at the very last second just as he let out a low moan of "Oh God Mommy I am going to cum."

Using one hand, while still jiggling his balls delicately in her other hand, she skillfully stroked his cock up and down, faster and faster, until the head of his cock spilled forth a virtual lava flow of sperm.

She watched the sticky white sperm surge out of his cock with a wicked little smile. Putting an exclamation point on her wickedness, she gave him a sly smiled before using an eager tongue to lick up her mess.

Their lust momentarily sated mother and son cuddled under the blanket after Ellen took a large drink of whiskey and coke to get the taste of his cum out of her mouth, but more importantly she simply wanted to keep any feelings of guilt that might be starting to creep up on her at bay.

They spent a few minutes in silence, just enjoying the closeness of their warm bodies pressed together against the chill of the night. Not wanting to press his luck, Jimmie decided to stay quiet until she talked first.

He was secretly thrilled though as his mom had not bothered to put her bra back on as he snuggled against her under the blanket, loving the feel of her supple, naked tits against his bare chest as they cuddled.

As they continued to cuddle a quiet, desperate need was building inside of Ellen. A need feed by the tight way they were cuddling against each other, snug in the warmth and love of each other's embrace.

Within a few quiet minutes her need began to become more than a little urgent as she wanted, desired nothing more than for her son to do nothing less than bury that big, hard cock of his inside of her.

The fulfillment of this need for Ellen started with a simple kiss; soft and suggestive, full of the love a mother and son feel for each other. Maybe thirty minutes had elapsed. Their kisses grew longer and more urgent.

This time Jimmie needed no encouragement to shove his tongue into her mouth or to fondle her breasts. He did both very willing and very aggressively much to his mother's slightly amused surprise. He was no longer playing the role of the bashful little boy which was just fine with her.

Their tongues intertwined as he flicked his fingers across her breasts making her nipples snap to attention. She guided his hand down inside her panties whispering to him about how wet he was making her. Jimmie, with her help, pushed first one finger, and then two, up into his mother, curiously exploring the spot where his life started eighteen years ago.

His mouth fell to her breasts. No need for begging this time on Ellen's part as her son impatiently attacked those lovely little tits of hers with reckless abandon while he continued to shove his fingers, faster and deeper, up and inside her dripping wet pussy.

Ellen's moans grew deeper and more desperate by the minute. His mouth on her tits, his fingers up and inside of her, created a fierce tempest of animalistic sexual craving deep inside her heart and soul.

She pushed him back, and away from her, as a prelude to the final and most forbidden act of the night's drama. She observed with utter joy how his cock was fully recovered by now. It jutted upwards- hard and proud- ready to be mounted.

After carefully straddling him, she teasingly rubbed her pussy up and down on his stiff shaft causing him to let out a quiet moan thanks to the lovely way her silky smooth black panties felt being rubbed on his cock.

He closed his eyes as he wrapped his lips around one of her ripe erect nipples. He was so very close to losing his virginity now he was actually trembling with anticipation. His mom's wet opening hung just barely inches above his fully erect cock just waiting to be filled.

"Mother needs you sweetheart. Inside of her now. Are you ready for me to take your virginity?"

"God, yes Mom. I want you so bad," he replied his voice rough with passion.

She reached down and pulled aside her black panties. They stared deeply into each eyes both knowing the moment of ultimate truth was at hand. She was about ready to take her son's virginity.

She carefully lowered herself onto his throbbing erection, letting out a deep hiss as she felt his manhood pierce her.

"Ohhh God, honey, you feel so good."

She admonished him to go slow and easy. She wanted someone to make love to her, real love, for the first time in forever. Ever the obedient son, he did her biding, actually letting her do most of the work as she rocked slowly up and down on him while they leaned forward, exchanging several mushy kisses during this opening act of lovemaking.

Jimmie had forever worried about his first time. He was insecure, unsure of himself, almost afraid of the act itself. Simply, he was afraid he would get it all wrong, but with his mother, his beautiful sweet mother to guide him through this most wonderful, most special act, his insecurities all but melted away under their red hot passion for one another.

The second act of their lovemaking burst upon the scene when Ellen started to ride her son's cock harder and faster while he fondled her tits. Bouncing up and down on her son's glorious rigid cock, Ellen was starting to lose control. Thrusting his hips upward, Jimmie began to pick up the pace with a fierce intensity leaving his mom groaning with pleasure.

She responded by wrapping her arms around his neck and initiating a long and intense kiss. The kiss seemed to last forever before it broke off into a breathless series of little fond kisses, intermingled with panting exclamations of love.

Rarely were two people during their love making so totally in sync with one another as Jimmie and Ellen seemed to be with each knowing instinctually what the other wanted.

Mother and son were joined together in the naughtiest of fashions, melded into one living breathing entity with their minds, bodies and souls strictly and totally in tune with one another. They were making love like an orchestra makes harmonious music—soft, soothing and sexy.

Watching her bounce up and down on his hard cock was so intensely erotic Jimmie was forced to bite his lip in a supreme effort to keep from coming again. He noticed how his mother appeared totally lost in a world of pleasure- her head back, eyes shut, diminutive tits shaking, her breath coming in short frantic gasps. All the while, she moaned lovable little terms of endearments to him in a deep throaty voice that barely qualified as a whisper.She bounded up and down on his cock, faster and faster, as they sprinted towards the finish line. Panting, she whispered to him, "Baby you feel so good inside me. I want us to come together, darling."

Sensing a mighty orgasm approaching, Ellen slowed down to a gentler pace. She did not want to leave Jimmie behind.

"Come inside your mother, honey." She begged again and again.

"I love you so much, Mom," he whispered. Their eyes found each other all full of love and lust. "I am near, Oh God! I think I am. . . ." His words become lost as she leaned forward, crushing her mouth against his for one final intense kiss before her head lolled back.

Rocking into her, hard and fast now, the intense orgasm building inside of him for the past few minutes rolled over him in a wave of fierce passion when he started to shake all over. Crying out in fiery anguish, he exclaimed loudly, "Mommy I love you!!"

Wanting to match his orgasm, Ellen pistoned her body up and down on his cock in a wild and reckless fashion. Amazingly enough, she managed to do just that as the most powerful orgasm of her life washed over her in wave after wave—just bare moments after he spurted a load of sperm deep inside of her.

It was a mere moment in time for the both of them, but what a glorious perfect moment it was. In the fitting end to their forbidden drama they somehow got lucky and managed to perform that rarest of feats: the near simultaneous orgasm.

They were both left clinging to each other as they tried to recover from the monumental peak they just achieved. Ultimately, Ellen finally mustered the power to climb off of him and wrap herself in the blanket.

Tears of joy flowed freely from her. Almost like the curtain falling at the end of a play, the rain stopped completely letting a surreal silence fall upon them. In the deathly silence of the car, Ellen and Jimmie huddled tightly under their blankets, neither saying a word.

No words were needed as none could describe what just happened. Their love now confirmed, in the most forbidden way possible, they both slipped gently off to sleep in each other arms to await the dawn and the start of their new life together. A new and exciting life holding out the promise of many more erotic adventures between mother and son.