For the record: All characters engaging in any sexual activities are at least 18 years of age!
A huge thanks to my editor RFFAST for his work fixing all my errors.
To be familiar with the characters, it would help to read previous chapters of the story, or you might miss out on some of the references in this part.
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The following day at breakfast, we seemed to be back to normal, chatting and joking until Mike brought up a subject I guessed would be coming up.
“I have two months of school, and I am at a B now. What do I get if I end up with a B+ average?” Mike asked, the smile on his face.
“You get to go to college as we planned.” I said, and saw the joy going away.
“But…” He couldn’t finish, even though I think I knew what he wanted.
“If you finish with a B+, you get a full nude weekend with me, if that’s what you want. But if you can get it up to an A- average or better, we will have a special weekend away, and we will do anything you like for that whole weekend. Two days to fulfill your fantasies, we will do whatever you like, and I will wear whatever you say. It will be all up to you.” I said, but I don’t know where it came from, but I just couldn’t bear to see him down, and he would need all A’s from now to the end of the year to pull it off.
“You mean it, I can have anything I want?” Mike asked, his face red and unable to look me in the eye.
“Just one weekend, you and me away in a Hotel room.” I said, secretly liking the sound of it myself, even if it was so wrong.
Mike went off to school, and I went to work. I hardly saw him for the rest of the week. We sat down to dinner on Thursday night, and he showed me his A+ and smiled at his achievement. I offered him the laptop on Friday night, but he turned it down. “I have a real live nude lady tomorrow. Why would I need videos.” he said, and I smiled and hugged him.
I did a bit of trimming that night and shaved my bikini line to present myself better. My clit was easier to see, but I wasn’t hiding it anymore, and Mike didn’t seem to mind. I gave myself a quick orgasm with the hairbrush because shaving my pussy lips always turned me on so much. I slept well, considering I would be on display to my Son all day tomorrow.
When I walked into the kitchen the next morning, I was greeted with the sight of Mike’s naked body, and I went about making our usual breakfast of Bacon and Eggs as Mike watched my bottom wiggle. I was sitting beside him when he dropped his hand onto my thigh. This was a bold move, but I couldn’t push him away. I almost slipped off the stool with the amount of liquid pouring from my pussy.
Mike poked at his food with his fork and rubbed his fingers up the inside of my thigh with the other hand. I opened my legs and turned on the stool to give him better access. He took the green light and ran his fingers right up to the edge of my pussy, grazing my lips with the back of his fingers. I had to bite my bottom lip to stop groaning out loud.
I looked down to see his hard cock standing to attention and the tip leaking precum, so I let the back of my fingers trace up the underside of its length catching all the precum and bringing it up to my lips. Mike watched with an open mouth as I licked the drips off with my tongue.
He ran a finger between my pussy lips, brought it to his lips, and first sniffed his finger, then took it in his mouth, savouring my taste as he watched my hand go back to his shaft. I gently stroked his cock while I ate my breakfast, and he played with my clit while he finished his.
“OK, go and bring all the hampers down and strip the beds. Time to start the chores, or there will be no time to relax this afternoon.” I said, as I picked up his empty plate and made sure to wiggle my bottom while I cleaned up.
“Are you sure you don’t need a hand with that?” Mike asked, as he stood at the laundry door, looking at my pussy and ass as I loaded the washer.
“Just bring down the dirty towels and put out clean ones from the closet.” I said, but bent over even more as I put the last of the clothes in the washer.
“OK, anything you want.” Mike said, and ran his fingers the length of my pussy, extracting a moan from me.
I couldn’t tell him I wanted him to fuck me over the dryer. That would ruin any motivation I was providing. It didn’t stop my pussy from screaming for attention every time he touched it. I decided to do the housework and keep my mind off the beautiful cock parading around. It worked to an extent, except when Mike took every opportunity to bump his cock into my bottom any chance he could.
We ate lunch, sitting opposite each other on the couch and recliner. I could see the precum bubbling from the tip of his cock, so I let my knees fall to the sides, exposing my inner pussy to his view. Mike put down his plate and gripped his cock shaft, gently pulling the foreskin off the head. “Sorry, I need to do this. I can’t stand the pressure anymore.” Mike said, then moaned.
“Come canlı bahis şirketaleri closer to me so I can watch, honey.” I said, and watched Mike stand and move between my open thighs.
Mike pumped his cock a few more times as I watched and pulled on my nipples, keeping myself on the edge of my orgasm too. Then it happened. His cock erupted cum, gushing from the tip and jetting across the length of my torso. It left a thick rope of cream from my neck over the valley between my breasts across my belly to the top of my pubic mound.
One more shot followed, laying another stripe over my right breast and down onto my pussy mound. Then he clenched his body and held back any more of his sperm from shooting out. I watched as Mike looked down with a worried look on his face until I ran my fingers through the cum, gathering a giant blob and sliding it down over my clit and into my opening, sliding two cum covered fingers deep into my pussy.
I took another swipe across my pubic mound and pushed the next cum soaked finger down to my rosebud and slipped it into my ass to the first knuckle. My hips bucked, and my pussy spasmed as Mike watched me orgasm around my finger, my ass clenching with each spasm.
“I will get a cloth to clean this up, don’t move.” Mike said, looking down at my wide-open pussy.
He returned and carefully wiped all the cum from my body while I tried not to enjoy his touch. He paid particular attention to my pussy, making sure he got into every nook and cranny. I had my own juices seeped down from my opening and trickled across my rosebud. Mike cleaned that up too, bringing a moan from me.
We did the last of the chores, like making the beds together, and watched a video for the rest of the afternoon. When Mike was about to cum, I made him stand between my legs again. This time he emptied his entire load over my pubic mound and let some dribble down into the folds of my pussy. I ran my fingers through the cum and forced as much of it inside my pussy as I could.
“Two more A’s to go, baby boy.” I whispered, into his ear as he gave me a long goodnight hug, his erection pushing against the cleft of my pussy lips just under my clit.
“We don’t have to wait.” Mike said, as he nudged forward a little, parting my pussy lips.
“Didn’t you cum enough today?” I asked, placing my hand on his chest to stop him.
“I have plenty more in me.” Mike said, a cheeky grin spreading across his face.
I pulled back and turned toward my bedroom door and made sure to wiggle my bottom a little more seductively as I walked to my bedroom. “It will take another A to see this again.” I said, stopping to bend at the waist and pick at some fluff from the rug.
“MMMmmm, another ‘A’ coming up.” Mike said, as he watched me close the door.
I sat on my bed with my laptop between my spread legs and fingered my pussy while reading the new incest stories on the web. I brought my fingers to my lips, inhaling our mixed fragrances and then tasting my pussy juice mixed with Mike’s sperm. I was ashamed to admit that I was praying for two more A’s so that I would be ‘Forced’ to submit to his whim.
The next morning at breakfast, fully clothed, and Mike seemed a little glum. I tried teasing him by unbuttoning my blouse a little, but he was still pouting. “Next Saturday will be here soon enough.” I said, running my fingers through his hair.
“It’s not that. I have the graduation dance coming up, and I have no one to go with, so I think I will just stay at home.” Mike said, looking down at his plate.
“Is there someone you want to ask?” I asked, a pang of jealousy passing through my body as I said the words.
“Clair, but she would never go with me. She is the most beautiful girl in school.” Mike answered, and he was right. She was beautiful, and I had seen her looking at him as I picked him up after school a few times.
“What do you have to lose?” I asked, but secretly jealous as hell, but I had to be a good mother and be supportive.
“Do you think she would say yes?” He asked, looking to me for help.
“She can only say yes or no, and there is only one way to find out.” I said, not wanting to get his hopes up too much.
“I will ask her at lunch tomorrow, but I don’t like my chances. Brad, the QB likes her too.” Mike said, and I knew Brad. He was a good-looking young man over 6 foot 3.
“Well, if she says no, we can have a nice dance here at home, without clothes on. Brad won’t be getting that, I’ll bet.” I said, trying to soften any blow that might be coming.
That made Mike smile, and his pants bulged a bit. Mike spent the rest of the day studying, so I only saw him at dinner and when he hugged me goodnight. I went to bed with my laptop, put my butt plug in my ass, and fingered myself to orgasm, thinking about that naked dance with Mike. I left the butt plug in and went to sleep with my fingers smelling of pussy.
“How did it go, Mike? Tell me the whole story.” I asked canlı kaçak iddaa as Mike sat down at the kitchen counter and watched me cook the next night.
“I saw Clair by herself during lunch and made my way over to her table. I cleared my throat and croaked out a quick ‘will you go to the dance with me.’ She started to smile, and I thought I might be in with a chance when her friends came rushing over. They asked what ‘skater boy’ wanted, and Clair said that I had asked her to the dance, and they all burst out laughing. They were all telling me that Brad was going to ask her.” Mike said.
I didn’t know if I should be sad or happy. But I didn’t like my Son being treated like that. “Then she said no, and she wouldn’t even look me in the eyes when she did it.” Mike said.
“Stuff them, you only have two weeks left, and you are out of there.” I said, trying to cheer him up.
“Your right stuff them. I am going to be dancing with my naked Mom.” Mike said, bringing a smile to my face and a tingle to my pussy.
Later in the week, he presented another A- to win another Saturday naked together. I decided not to play with myself on Thursday or Friday night, so I would be nice and horny for Saturday morning, looking forward to our little naked games around the house.
When I came into the kitchen on Saturday morning, Mike was already sitting at the breakfast bar with a nice hard cock. He jumped up and hugged me, and his hard-on pushed into my pubic mound, and my nipples brushed against his chest. I took a deep breath, pushed myself away to start making breakfast.
“I was asked about another Gig for you to sing at next Friday, but it’s for free. The Principal of your school wanted you to sing a few songs at the final assembly.” I said, hoping Mike would do it.
“I am already the laughingstock of the school. I don’t want to make it any worse.” Mike said, and I could see his point, but I wanted them to see what I see.
“You will never have to set foot in that place again, so why don’t you write something to finish the set and blow them away. Then you never have to look back.” I said, leaving it at that, and served up the eggs and sat next to Mike.
After we ate, I started the washing while Mike gathered all the bedding and towels from upstairs. I didn’t notice him waiting at the door until I stood upright and saw him with his mouth open.
“You have something in your ass.” Mike said, with his mouth still hanging unhinged.
“Yes, do you like it?” I asked, and bent to finish loading the washer.
“It has a jewel at the end of it.” He said, still looking at my ass when I peeked back at him.
“I like it too.” I said, clamping my anal muscle, making the butt plug move in my ass, and almost making myself moan.
Mike moved past me brushing his erection against my ass and leaving another strip of his precum on my ass cheek in the process, only this time he ran his fingers over my new butt plug, pressed it into me, bringing a gasp from my lips. I straightened and turned on the washer and gave Mike’s cock a few strokes before leaving to start on the floors.
At lunchtime, we sat in the family room and ate in our usual positions, and when Mike couldn’t stand it anymore, he stroked his cock, stood to my side and let two blasts shoot over my breasts. He clenched his body, staving off the rest of his orgasm, and I cleaned it up with a cloth, like a good mother.
I tried to hold off my orgasm until tonight, but Mike came up behind me while I washed up the plates and slid his cock between my thighs. He reached around to my breasts. He humped against me, his cock sliding along the furrow between my pussy lips. It only took a few minutes for my orgasm to rock me while I held myself up with the edge of the sink. Mike let go of another two blasts of sperm between my legs and stopped the orgasm again.
We did the rest of the Saturday chores, and after dinner, we had an orgasm each while watching each other play with our bits. Mike letting his full load go all over his chest. That night after I went to bed, I pulled out my butt plug and slipped a dildo in its place and fingered myself to another orgasm before falling asleep with the dildo still in my ass.
“I’ll do it.” Mike said, the following day as he ate breakfast on the Sunday morning before his last few days of school.
“You will do what, Mike?” I asked, hoping it was about the singing but not wanting to presume.
“I will sing at Graduation. It will be the last time I will have to see their ugly faces anyway.” He said, going back to his cereal without another word.
“Clair is not ugly.” I said, watching Mike eat.
“No. not Clair.” Mike replied, not lifting his eyes.
Our week was busy with Mike studying and also writing a song for the assembly. I was busting to find out what Mike’s final score would be, but we would only find out at the graduation assembly, so I booked a fancy hotel in the city anyway. We could dance the night away even canlı kaçak bahis if Mike only got a B.
Graduation
The Graduation mainly was long speeches from silly young girls and boys who didn’t even know where they were heading, talking about the future they hadn’t even had a plan for or could envision. Then, just before all the ‘A’ students were announced, Mike was asked to come to the stage.
“Michael is going to sing a few songs for us this afternoon and finish with one he wrote just for the end of his schooling.” The Principal said, as Mike picked at the strings tuning his guitar, and the students giggled and talked.
“Mike cleared his throat, licked his lips, and started to strum his guitar to the tune of ‘Sweet Home Alabama’ and as he started to sing, the giggling and talking stopped. It only took until the first verse for him to have the audience in his hand. They all looked on in astonishment, and I was smiling from ear to ear.
Two songs later, he was tapping on his guitar body and strumming his heart out, the way he always did. The final piece was a slow number he wrote for the occasion, a little sad but uplifting as his voice reached a strength and height I had never seen before. He managed to weave in some references to his teachers that made everyone smile, and the final lines were a farewell that had all the teachers in tears.
When I turned to the other audience members, I saw many mothers reaching into their bags for tissues and Mike’s classmates wiping their eyes on the long cloaks they were made to wear. When the final long note stopped, Mike stood in silence for a second as he looked out to the audience in defiance. Then it happened, the place erupted in applause, and it was deafening.
I watched as each of the ‘A’ students got their special awards and clapped the loudest when Mike’s name was called, embarrassing him in the process. Then all the students walked across the stage to collect the scroll that contained their Graduation certificate. All the mothers made noise for their children, so we collectively embarrassed them in our own way.
I waited for Mike outside the auditorium, and when he came out in his usual jeans and a tee-shirt, he raced to hug me. “I got an ‘A’ Mom.” he said, pressing his body into mine.
“I know, baby. I am so proud of you. Let’s pack our bags. I have a place booked in the city so that we can dance the night away.” I said, pressing my body into his and breathing hard into his ear.
We raced away from the school, and I could feel the joy coming from Mike as the weight of the world was lifted off his shoulders. I had most of my stuff packed, but Mike still beat me back to the door with a bag that had part of a shirt still sticking out of the corner.
“Come on, Mom, you are holding us up.” Mike said, as I stuffed some sexy panties in my bag.
“I’m coming. I have lots to pack.” I said, joking with him.
“But.” Mike started to say, but he broke out in a smile when he saw me giggling at the top of the stairs.
We got to the hotel just after dark and booked in as Mr. and Mrs. Kogan. It was true, but I didn’t let on that we were Mother and Son. The bags beat us to the room, and I tipped the room service guy, and as soon as I turned back to Mike, he wrapped me up in a giant hug and kissed me. He was gripping my ass and pulling me into his body.
“OK, big boy, slow down. We have all weekend.” I said, as I reached up under my skirt with one hand and pulled my panties down my legs and threw them at Mike.
“But you said anything I wanted.” Mike said, pouting.
“And I mean it, Baby, but I would like to go a bit slower, have dinner and do some dancing.” I said, lifting the front of my skirt and flashing my bald pussy at him.
“I’m not sure I can hold off that long, but I want to make it special for both of us.” Mike said, as he hugged me close, pressing his cock into me and reaching under the back of my skirt to run his fingers along my ass crack, finding my butt plug and pressing on it, and dragging a groan from my lips.
I kissed him passionately and let him play with my body for a while. He deserved his reward for the months of hard work. He was shaking when he pushed back from me and took my hand and headed for the door. “Let’s eat before I lose control and throw you on the floor right here.”
We found a little restaurant with booths so we could sit side by side at the back. Mike left his hand on my leg under the table the whole meal. I tried not to squirm when he played with my clit between courses, but I think the waiter noticed with a small smile. We then walked along the street, trying to find the jazz dance club I had heard about and was about to give up when we saw the small set of stairs leading down from the street.
The dance floor was tiny but crowded. We ordered drinks, then squished onto the dancefloor and were crushed together as we slowly danced with our bodies pressed together as if we had any other choice anyway. My legs were shaking, and my pussy was dripping after three more slow dances with Mike’s cock wedged into my pussy through our clothes. So when the fourth song stopped, I took hold of Mike’s hand and dragged him back in the hotel’s direction.