A Mother's Dilemma Ch. 03

Chris followed her back to her bedroom where she pulled out some pajama bottoms.

"Here, these were my exhusband's. A little large, just draw them tighter. You know where the spare room is. You can use the hall bath. Throw all your clothes out and I'll put them in the washer."

"Sure, thanks Aunt Jane."

"Chris, what did I say? You can call me Aunt in front of your mom."

Chris laughed, "Yeah well, ok... Jane."

"Janie Chris. Most everyone calls me Janie and you're old enough to call me Janie too. Hey, I have to run to the store. You want to come with me? I'll stop and rent us a movie to watch tonight or tomorrow."

The movie was a bomb and they wondered how the actors could even make it without erupting into embarrassed laughter. The phone awoke them from their torture.

"Chris, go take your shower and I'll get the phone."

"Hello," as she picked up the phone. "Karen, I was wondering if you would call."

"Jane, is Chris there?"

"Yeah, Chris is here. He came over after work. We went to the store and then watched a movie we rented."

"Jane, is he coming home?"

"I asked, but he said no, maybe he shouldn't. I think he is afraid you don't want to see him. You want me to bring him over?"

"No Jane, not if he doesn't want to. Don't force him. I just, well... I miss him being here. It seems like forever. I don't know what to do. Will you talk to him?"

"Of course Karen. If he's not comfortable coming home tonight I'll insist that he does tomorrow. I'll keep his backpack and clothes in the washer so he'll have to stop here after work."

They said bye and hung up, Jane looking thoughtfully out the window, "Sorry Karen. Not tonight... not tonight."

Jane heard Chris in the shower and went to her room carefully picking out her nightwear. A hot bath left her skin flushed and tingling. She pulled her pink nighty over her head and stepped into the loose french briefs. Pausing at the mirror, she thought she looked pretty nice considering she was a year older than his mom. Her breasts were smooth and nicely curved, yet weren't big enough to worry about drooping. Her skin was still soft. Her nipples were long, areola small and dark, reflecting a shadowed outline through the sheer material. Satisfied and smiling, Jane walked down the hall to the living room.

She twirled in front of Chris, "If I had wings, I could be a little pink angel?" Jane laughed. She stopped, noticing the grin on his face.

"What Chris, what are you laughing at?" She backed him across the room poking him in the stomach with her finger. "Come on, tell me... what are you laughing at?" With a little curl to her lip she asked, "What, you think I'm funny? Huh? What do you think is funny about me?"

Laughing and trying to fend her off Chris sputtered, "No, no. Aunt Jane, I mean Janie. I think, uh... you're cute. I just, just never paid attention to how little you were. I was thinking more like, kind of like a... pixie. A cute little pixie."

"Oh you do? And you think you're so big? You think you'll hurt little pixie Janie?"

She kept pushing him about the room, taunting and poking him with her fingers.

Janie stopped suddenly looking down pensively, "Uh oh, Chris... Chris I think he's flirting with me."

"What?"

"Him..." pointing at his pajamas. "I think he's come out to flirt with me. What do you think?"

Chris looked down suddenly realizing his cock had slipped out the front of the PJ bottoms.

"Oh God, I 'm sorry Aunt Jane. I didn't mean..."

She pushed him off balance and against the table as he reached to cover himself. "What, you don't want him to flirt with me? I think it's quite flattering and very sweet of him. Just look how long and hard he gotten. I think he likes me. He doesn't think I'm too little, a pixie."

Her hand grasped the hard length squeezing him lightly. Her small fingers made his cock look even larger than it's already considerable size. Looking up Janie smiled sweetly, "Chris, I think he really really likes me, don't you?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess so."

Jane slipped to her knees her hand beginning to move slowly, teasingly back and forth whispering quietly, "You like me, don't you? Hmmmm? Do you think I'm too little for you? Hmmm baby?" She leaned to lightly kiss the rounded warm tip.

"Chris?"

His throat tightened as he looked down, her nighty falling forward so he could see her small breasts and long very dark nipples, "Yeah?"

"Can you cum twice?"

"Uh... yeah, yeah I think so," he moaned.

"Good, I need you to," as her lips brushed across the tip of his cock, the pearl droplet making them glisten.

Her thumb pushed his cock straight up as the tip of her tongue slid down the warm skin then slowly kissed her way back to the tip. Looking up she grinned impishly.

"Chris, watch. I want you to watch me."

His knees trembled as he watched Jane bite her lips and then take him deep into her mouth. Pausing, he could feel her throat move against the tip, her tongue curling around and then slowly pulling away. Her eyes glanced upwards to make sure he was watching then began a slow rhythm, her lips tightly clasped around his warm cock. Her hand pushed his legs apart and then lightly held his balls.

Chris' fingers clamped tightly to the table edge. He watched her head move back and forth. Her lips stretching the skin of his cock as she pulled away, then pulling against the rounded tip as she took him back deep inside again.

Pausing, her lips barely touching the tip she whispered, "Chris? Can you really cum twice?"

Gasping, "Yes, yes I can."

"Oh God the sweetness of youth," as her hand began moving quickly over him.

Jane's hand was almost a blur as it slid up and down his cock. Her lips slightly open, poised, waiting. She glanced up to watch his eyes with a teasing smile.

"Come on Chris, come on baby. Cum for me, I want to see you cum. I want lots of cum." With a little pout she asked, "You want to cum for me don't you Chris. Don't you? Please... I want to taste you."

Chris looked up as his hands tightened, his muscles tensed and he almost painfully felt the surge pour through his cock as the first spurt hit her cheek. Jane yelped and quickly pushed her lips over the hard length of him as he filled her mouth, coating her cheeks and tongue. She swallowed quickly taking the next and the next as her hand continued to squeeze more from him.

Jane looked up with a little giggle as she stood. Wiping her cheek with her finger, she pushed it into her mouth, "That's mine. I earned it, didn't I?"

Still holding him tightly in her hand she turned and led him down the hall.

"Follow the little pixie Chris."

In her bedroom Jane turned and pulled the nighty over her head. With a little shake of her hips the bottoms fell to the floor. Chris gasped at her nakedness. She was the mirrored opposite of Joan. Short cropped hair. Breasts small with long dark nipples. Her hips were narrow and curved sweetly tapering gracefully down her thighs. What lay between in a carefully trimmed tuft of curls, the small swells of her pussy, bare for his eyes. She smiled teasingly as she pushed herself back on the bed.

"Come here Chris," Jane whispered as she pulled her knees up and opened her thighs. "Closer baby." as she pulled him to her breast. Jane's hands pressed his mouth to her nipple as her eyes closed, the thought rushing over her, almost spoken, "I'm going to show you how to treat your Mother."

His lips pulled the nipple between them his tongue slipping in little circles over the areola. She moaned, almost giving in to her desire as she felt hard length of him slide against her thigh.

"Now the other," she moaned pushing his lips across her breast. Her nipples were aching. "Chris, bite them, please,just a little... ohhhhh yes, like that, again... her fingers tightening in his hair.

"Now, I want you to do this," as she pushed him lower.

His tongue slipped between the moist folds tormenting and searching. Her knees pulled higher, thighs opening... "Lower Chris, please..." as Jane pushed his head down his tongue slipping between her cheeks, circling, teasing, lightly probing and sending little shivers of warm delight through her body.

Chris moved slowly his tongue caressing the curve of her until he paused at the swollen bundle of nerves, caressing, circling, teasing... then softly pulling her clit betwen his lips.

"Yes, oh God yes... Chris easy... easy.. oh there... oh God do that again baby." Suddenly pushing him away and gasping, "God Chris, I can't take that anymore. It's making me crazy." Jane pushed him over to his back her knees straddling his hips as her hand reached between them grasping his cock. "Mmmm aren't you afraid you'll hurt a little pixie with that? Think you'll hurt me? Think I can't take it? Well... maybe we should be careful."

Jane's hand lightly brushed the warm hardness over her now soaken labia. "Maybe just a little? You think? Think we could we put him in just a little?" she mocked. Her hips settled and Chris felt the tip of his cock slip between the folds and the warmth of her pussy enclose him. He could feel her tighten, clenching against him. Her hands rested against his chest as her hips carefully moved.

As his hands moved to her hips Jane pushed them away. "No, no Chris. We have to be careful with little Janie." Her hips lifted and settled a little more. She pulled his fingertips to her nipples, "Pinch them... please baby, pinch them a little." Jane gasped with pleasure as his fingertips tightened, twisting. She fell forward in a swoon then tried to push away as she felt his hands quickly move to her hips.

He grinned at her his hands tightening on her.

"Chris, no, don't. Chris, what are you going to do?"

"This," as he picked her up and turned her over his body now looming over her. The hard length of his cock brushed against her pussy easily slipping between the wet folds.

"Oh my God," Jane cried. "Chris, please, please don't hurt me. I know I was teasing you, I'm sorry Chris."

"Chris?"

"I'm going to fuck you... the way I want.. AUNT Jane."

"Chris, oh God Chris wait, stop, please wait...." screaming as his cock plunged deep inside her. She was pounded by his thrusts. Her soft cries of pain bordering with fear quickly slipped into a burning pleasure, then an aching wail of need. Her teeth bit into his chest as she lost all vestiges of control. Jane couldn't move, couldn't speak. Her arms held on to him tightly as she lay there with her thighs loosely open, her knees pulled to her breast as Chris drove into her over and over.

Jane felt him slow... hesitate, knew he was going to cum. The knowing ripped through her as she achingly cried... "Chris, oh God Chris... yes baby... cum... fill me... please baby... cum for me... ohhh God here ... yes... oh now... now, me too.... ccuminggggggg..."

They lay there gasping for breath, hearts pounding, slowing, resting.

"Well Jane, Aunt Jane, whatever... you took it pretty good for a pixie."

Laughing Jane opened her eyes looking up, "Well, you know what they say about big women little women."

"No, what?"

"Hmm, something about little woman all pussy."

Her lips caressed his neck, kissing his shoulder, her hips lifting to press against him... searching for the warm sweet length of him, "Chris, Chris baby?"

"What?"

With a mischevious pout she whispered, "Can you do it again? Right now? Please? Please... please Chris, come on, pretty please just for me... fuck me. Fuck me again..."

Her lips caressed his chest as her hand reached betwen them coaxing him harder, once again. It was long, slow, and sweet. They fell asleep holding each other, the ringing phone just a distant noise.

"GOD DAMMIT," Karen cried slamming the phone down. What are they doing. Why won't Jane answer the phone?. Tears streamed freely down her cheeks as she fell to the chair. Her shoulders shook with sobs. "That fucking Jane, that fucking bitch. I know what she's doing. I just know it. Her and that fucking old whore at the Garden Center, that... that... that Goddamn Joan. Joan. Oh Chris I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

Karen got up and walked around the room tears falling freely from the soft curve of her cheek. "What am I going to do? Oh God what am I going to do? I want my baby home, but... I can't, I just can't."

Karen went up to her room to take her bath. At the mirror she paused staring. "Why, why didn't she have a boyfriend, a man. Why didn't she allow herself one? She knew she could. God knows John would leap on her if she wasn't further up the corporate ladder. And he was much younger. What the hell did she think she was saving herself for? Why wouldn't she give herself to anyone, or be with someone."

It was a long night of tossing and turning before she drifted off.

Work went quickly at the Center. Joan made it known her husband was home. It was surprisingly unstrained for them. They got along extremely well and Chris really liked her. He smiled, knowing that someday, she would buy another bush.

Jane picked him up after work. Her skirt rode high as she drove giving him cute little smiles all the way home.

In the house Jane turned hugging him. She quickly reached down unzipping him and pulling the cramped hardness free.

"Look, look Chris, I told you he likes me didn't I? He's all nice and hard. Chris, Chris, pick me up."

She threw her arms around his neck pulling and as he lifted her his hands found the bare cheeks of her ass.

"Fuck me Chris."

"Here, now?"

"Yes, here, now. Please, hurry. I have to take you home tonight and I want this. God I want this," as her lips urgently sought his.

Chris leaned her against the wall and pushed inside the wet warmth of her pussy.

"Oh God I've thought about this all the way home. Hard Chris, harder, please... really hard. Fuck me Chris... ohhh fuck... fuuckkkkk."

He pounded into her as she keened a quiet wailing, her lips at his chest, his hands at her hips. They both came, almost agonizingly. He held her against the wall breathing heavily as they recovered. She finally slipped to her feet straightening her skirt.

Turning away she said, "We'll eat something, then I promised your Mother I would bring you home. Of course if you'll go. I can't make you go, I don't want you to go, but Chris, she's crying to see you. She does love you."

They ate, then he sat on the sofa holding her. It was near dark when the phone rang. Jane answered it assuring Karen they were on their way. She held his hand tightly as they drove. She leaned to kiss him as he got out of the car.

"Chris, Chris it will be ok. Now I expect you to come see me."

She reached over and ran her hand over his cock and pouted, "And bring your friend. I know he likes me."

He laughed as he got out and walked into the house.

Karen was anxiously waiting, her hands damp. She quickly wiped her eyes as Chris came in the door.

"Hi mom."

Tears immediately gathered at the corners of her eyes.

"Chris," Karen whispered. "Oh Chris," she cried and ran across the room hugging him. "Oh my God I've missed you so much, her tears dampening his cheek as she clung to him. The house has been so empty. Come here, come here. Sit down. Please, I'm shaking so hard I can hardly stand."

Karen sat in his lap her arms around his neck. "I'm sorry, my God I'm acting so silly, I can't stop crying," as she brushed at her tears."

"Hey mom, it's ok. I've missed you too. I really have."

"Well, thats so sweet of you Chris, but you've been busy with work and at Jane's and places."

"Yeah, but I've thought about you. It wasn't the same as being home with you."

Chris held her tightly, she was still more to him than just his Mother. He tried to quell the stirring but nature had it's way and his cock lengthened pressing up hard against her cheeks. Karen felt the stirring, the twitching, the hardness pushing. She quickly got up and moved away.

"Oh Chris, oh Chris no..."

"Mom, I'm sorry. I am, but I can't help it. I can't stop it."

Karen walked to the counter looking out the window, all the thoughts, arguments she'd had with herself over the weeks now looming before her.

"Mom, just ignore it. It will be ok. We can just ignore it."

Karen turned walking to him crying. "No Chris. You can't ignore it, we can't ignore it and it wouldn't be ok. I love you and I want you here, with me, where you belong. I was so lonely and I missed you so very much." She took his hand pulling him up and walking across the kitchen. She whispered to herself, "I'm going to end this. Here, now. We are both going to have what we want... what we need."

Karen walked him to the spare bedroom. Chris watched as his mom turned away from him and began unbuttoning her blouse. It dropped to the floor. She unfastened her slacks and her thumbs pushed them down over her hips, feet stepping out and kicking them aside. Reaching behind she unfastened her bra and shrugged the straps from her smooth shoulders tossing it aside. She turned lifting her eyes, looking at him.

Her dark brown hair touched her shoulders, Her breasts were full yet not too large and tipped with enticing nipples. Only a sexy hint of tummy filled out to soft curving hips. He could see her dark mound through the lacey white panties.

"Chris, I don't have a lot of experience. I'm... not sure what I'm doing. I know I'm not young and beautiful, but this is what I am. I'm offering myself to you. I'm terribly afraid and you'll have to help me. Chris, hurry, hurry before I..."

"I think you're beautiful, incredibly beautiful. Mom..."

"NO, no, no Chris. No." Her eyes closed, hands tightened. "When we are here, in this room. I am not your Mother, your mom. You are not my son. Not in here. I will be whatever you want me to be. I will do anything you want me to do. I mean anything." She smiled, "Maybe I can learn some new things. Maybe you can teach me."

Karen reached down and slowly pushed her panties down over her hips letting them fall to her ankles and kicked them aside. Chris undressed hardly taking his eyes from the breathtaking form of his mom. His cock jutted out twitching and jerking in it's desire.

"What do I want? Well Mo.. uh Karen. I want to know what you want. How I can please you. I want to make you happy."

Karen could hardly take her eyes from the hard length pointing obscenely at her, beckoning to her base desire, her need. The tip of her tongue touched her lips as her teeth lightly pulled them.

"I want you to stay with me. I want you to hold me. Hold me for a just little while. Then, make love to me."

"Is that all?"

She lifted her gaze from the tormenting pull of his cock, "Then I want you to fuck me Chris. I want fucked. I really want fucked."

"Anything else... Karen?"

Her eyes took on a little gliint with a wry twist to her lips as her arms moved around his neck. Karen felt the hardness pressing warmly against her, "Yes, sometime, teach your poor old moth... me, show me something. Something new. A little adventure. We have a long time, and I don't want my... lover, to become bored."

He held her as they lay there on the bed. She closed her eyes feeling his hardness nestled between her thighs, her own desires convulsing... her hand reaching for him, turning, her thighs opening knees lifting, a soft sigh as he slowly entered her.

Jane listened in the darkness of the hall her hand pressed tightly between her thighs the other smothering her gasps. She cried at the beauty, the incredibly erotic thought of Karen and Chris together. She loved them both so much... tears clouded her sight as she slipped away down the hall and to the door... But, she could not give him up. Share him with Karen perhaps, but give him up? Not now...