Strange Attraction(Foxxy/Marble)

Michael never understood it. How his Father had left him and his mother. It wasn't that he hated his father for leaving, it was that he couldn't understand his leaving such a beautiful woman. To Michael, his mother was perfect. She was everything to him. He was only thirteen years old, but the moment he had started masturbating was to thoughts of his mother. He had gotten peeks of her over time, in the shower, getting dressed. Not enough of course. He also made it difficult for her to stay with guys in her life. He was very judgmental, and went into fits of depression whenever she tried dating a man.

Over the last few months he had become more daring. He had started stealing panties, bras, whatever he found that smelled like her he could find. Today he had stolen a pair of her black panties, the softest pair he could find. He was in her closet, watching from a small vantage point. He picked it carefully, though there was a huge risk of course. He would hide behind her bigger coats should she look, but still he knew it was a dangerous place to hide for him. That only added to the sexual tension building for him. He kept the panties in his pants, along with his hand so he could stroke himself with them.

He was supposed to be at a friends house, so he knew she wouldn't be looking for him today. He always wondered what she might have done while he was away. Now he could watch, though fear was stuck in his stomach. His breathing slowly picked up, wondering when she would be here.

She had gotten home from work and went into her room. "Long day yet again." She says to herself like she usually does when she gets home from work. She knew her son wasnt home since he was staying at a friends place. She started taking off her clothes, slowly. and setting them down onto the floor in a nice enough pile. Once she was naked she layed down on her bed she started to play with her folds with her fingers. "Hmm, not that feels good." She says to herself as she turns on the tv.

Things had picked up much faster than Michael had anticipated. He gulped down, not expecting to get such an amazing view so quickly. His hand moved faster in his pants now, stroking his hard cock. He couldn't quite see what her fingers were doing down around her pussy, but he was glad to see her breasts so clearly. His heart quickly started to race, how long had he dreamed for this kind of thing to happen?

Her false sense of security was his reward it seemed. His mom was so hot, he couldn't help but want her. The combined force of puberty and his reliance on her had truly led to a strange lust for him. Michael soon found himself trying to get a better look, but found he would need to open the closet just a little more.

Slowly he tried to open the closet while keeping his hand securely wrapped around his member. He wanted to see just a little more. His heart continued to race, his breathing picked up. Michael tried so hard to stay quiet, and so far he was doing fine. Her panties felt so good around his member, but he wished he could snag the warm ones on the ground.

It happened quickly, his falling forward while trying to lean too much on the closet. He soon tumbled forward, a fit of confusion on his face as he found himself rolling over onto the floor with his pants zipped down. His hand had pulled out, but it was clear that his penis was sticking straight up, with her black panties wrapped around it.

She sat up and wrapped her blanket around her body. Her eyes widen when she seen her son on her floor and raised her eyebrow. "Thougt you were staying at your friends tonight?" She said to him softly as she gets out of bed with the blanket around her body and went into her bathroom. She shut the door and put on her robe. She came out of her bathroom and laid her blanket back on her bed as she looks at her son. "Well? Are you going to explain it to me?" She says to him.

The entire time she seemed far more calm than he was. In fact calm wasn't even a word you could associate with Michael right then. He was forcing himself to not run from her room. By the time she came back in her robe (he really liked her in the robe) he was feeling sick. Tears were swelling in his eyes, and he was doing his best to hide his hard cock from her site, the panties that had been around them nearby. He was a big boy, a teenager now, they didn't cry. Why would he now? He gulped down hard, and tried to speak.

Only stutters came from his lips, "I-I-I," Nothing, he didn't know what to tell her. "I didn't go," He finally said, not able to lie to his mother. It was hard for him to speak, he was beat red, so embarrassed. His eyes were so wide, like a deer caught in a pair of headlights. "I wanted to see what you did when I wasn't home," He spat out, overly fast. It was almost hard to hear him, but his mother had heard it before. No doubt his way of trying to avoid a conflict.

Even now, he couldn't get his rather large erection to soften. He tried so hard, holding it tight with one hand, pushing down on it. But it didn't seem to listen, it only seemed to seem harder. Again he gulped. "I am so sick, I can't help it, I see you and all I can think is... why can't I have her? I am the man of the house right? The man of the house should be with the woman, Dad left us so that means," he didn't know what he was saying now, but it came out slower. He turned away, face somehow going more red.

She now understood what he was getting at. "Well, the young one comes clean." She says to him softly and walks over to him. She wraps her arms around his shoulders and kisses him on the cheek. "Yes, you are the man of the house but being with the woman of the house is a different story, Darling." She says to him softly. "Your just a teenager and I need a man who knows what a woman wants." She explains to him softly and her soft breasts were pressed against his back. "Remember this, Michael. I will always love you no matter what happens." She says to him softly. "As long as you come clean with what you want with me." She explains to him softly.

Just kissing his cheek sent shivers down his spine, he was very surprised by her actions. When her soft breasts pressed against his back, he felt himself leaning into them. He was confused still, at what she was saying. "I... I can learn what a woman wants," he commented at what she said at first, but soon her other words filled his ears. He turned himself a little, a very brave hand moving to where her thigh was. He knew what he wanted, at least he thought he did. What was she trying to say?

"And... and I know what I want, I want to make you happy," Of course he wanted more, but he was already blushing again. The brave hand was squeezing her thigh now, and then he stopped. Michael closed his eyes, and suddenly turned himself in her arms, doing his best to plant a kiss on her lips. He had never given a kiss like this, but he had seen movies. This was how you kissed a woman, not your mother. After his attempt he fell back away again. His heart was beating so fast, and his breath was ragged. He said nothing, only stared at the Goddess of his life.

He wondered what she would do, would she kick him from her room? Ground him? He was clearly scared, but also very... turned on.

When she felt his lips on hers she only smiled. She looked at him and kissed him on his lips as she wraps her arms more around his body. Her covered breasts against his chest and she pulls out of the kiss, smiles at him. "Then you should show me how much of a man you are." She says to him as she pulls away from his body. She unties her robe and lets it fall to the floor as she moves backwards onto her bed.

Michael is taken aback, not sure what to do for a few moments. She wasn't angry? She wasn't sending him to his room? Slowly he stood himself up and moved toward her, his hands coming up to grip her thighs at first. Soon they moved up, clumsily as he lived just part of his many fantasies. Her skin was far softer than he had dreamed though. His hands eventually made their way to her tits, the things he had touched long ago and now were being offered to him once again. With a feeling of nostalgia he brought his lips up to one, and wrapped them gently around her nipple.

His tongue treated it like he would icecream, swirling over it and making small sucks. He kept his teeth clear, not wanting to hurt her at all. He knew that much at least.

It was then without realizing it that his hips had pressed against her thigh. His member was grinding against her, slowly but surely he was letting his now revealed cock let her know he was very attracted to his mother. "Mom, you sure this is alright?" He said pulling his lips from her nipple with a small pop. He looked in her eyes with a mix of want and confusion, not sure if this was real or not.

She only smiled as he sucks on her nipple but when he pulled away, she looked into his eyes as he stares back at her. "Your the one that's proving your the man of the house." She says to him softly. "And the man of the house gets the woman of the house." She reminds him softly.

A gulp and then a single moment of pause before he returned to her tit. The hand on her thigh was soon moving up to the place he had seen her touching herself before. He was not sure exactly what he was supposed to do, so he simply stroked her around the slit. His cock continued to rub against her leg, but he was aware of it now. He pulled himself up onto the bed so now his cock was closer to her hands. He wasn't sure what to say, or entirely do. He was just... doing what he could. Almost like he was still not sure she was serious.

But his fingers continued to work, he was the man of the house. She was the woman, and he was going to make her happy. His mouth left her nipple wet with his saliva, and he redirected his attention to her neck like he saw in the movies. He had seen a little porn online, but not much. He knew that girls often took dicks into their mouths, but he wasn't sure if she was willing to do that. Michael felt his fingers slide into her pussy, finding the hole somewhat by accident.

She moans out with pleasure as he rubs her pussy and slips his finger into her whole. "Oh yes, that feels really good." She says to him softly as her hand moves to his length and started rubbing it in her hand. "Faster, Darling." She says to him softly.

He made a noise of approval as she took his cock into her hand. Her words were more than enough to make his fingers move faster. He slid in a total of three, and couldn't believe how warm it was inside her pussy. Warm and moist, it made him wonder just what his cock would feel like in her.

Even her hand movements made him feel like he had never experienced pleasure before, she was better than he was. He had been masturbating for about as long as he was infatuated with her. His hips were moving against her hand, trying to time it with her hands motions.

With a spark of imagination Michael twisted his fingers inside her, and tried moving them up and down a little while moving them in and out. "Does it feel good, mom?" He asked kissing her chin, hoping she was enjoying it. He wanted to make her happy, so she wasn't always alone. So he wasn't just a burden.

She moans out with pleasure and looks at him. "Oh yes." She says to him softly and keeps moving her hand up and down on his length. She moves her hand a bit faster on his length and kissed him on the cheek. "Want me to suck on it?" She asked him softly. "And you can use that tongue of yours on my lovely little pussy." She says sexually to him.

He pulled his kisses back and nodded at her, though it was strange hearing her talk like that. He was all the way up on the bed now, and semi maneuvered himself so he was near her crotch while his own was near her face. His cock was hard and pulsing, he was waiting in total anticipation for what it would feel like. He knew it would be good, but how good? Then his focus came to her sex.

It really was wonderful looking. It was lost on Michael that he had come from this same hole. He really wanted to put his dick in it, but was sure she would let him. Right? He was getting ahead of himself and instead lowered his head into her pussy, his tongue coming out a few millimeters to trace along the lips of her pussy. He had no idea what he was doing, but if if moving his fingers around here had made her feel good then perhaps this would as well.

The young son was soon more confident, and his tongue came out further dipping into her pussy. Without meaning to his fingers were rubbing against her clit, trying to support himself.

She closed her eyes and moaned out with pleasure. "Oh yes just like that. It feels wonderful." She says to him before she wraps her mouth around the head of his cock. She starts sucking on his cock head and moving her tongue around it as well while she takes a few inches of his length into her mouth as she sucks on him.

Her words worked well as encouragement, making him move his tongue faster now. His fingers shifted to give him better access making them once again rub at her clit. His mouth was in full work mode, and his tongue soon found itself diving into her folds to taste her sweet juice. He then noticed her movements when he touched the hard nub above her slit. With a raised eyebrow he started to lick it, then took it into his mouth and swirled his adventurous tongue around it.


Of course his cock was feeling amazing as well. He didn't know it could feel that good, and soon found himself without thinking about it shoving his dick into her mouth. If he had thought about it later he would have worried about making her choke, but with his attention on her pussy and his own pleasure, it didn't even cross his mind. Instead he found himself moaning, sending vibrations through the skin around her pussy.

She moans out with pleasure and held his hips still. She kept sucking on his length as she takes it all into her mouth while moving her tongue around it. She didnt like him moving his hips to make his cock go deeper into her mouth.

When he felt her hands hold his hips still he realized what he was doing and stopped. He felt bad for a while, obviously showing in the slowing of his tongue. He weakly apologized to her, "Sorry, I didn't mean to..." He said before returning to her pussy, his cock slightly less hard despite her amazing mouth. It was getting harder again soon though, only a lapse in his blood it seemed.

Michael took long laps across her pussy, his tongue pressing hard against her. Her heat was surprising, but he still hoped she was enjoying this. How many nights had he dreamed of this? He had lost count. "Mom... my cock, I feel it getting ready," he warned her, he wasn't quite used to such pleasure yet, accompanied by his previous jerking off in the closet. He wondered what she would do in reaction to his words.

Of course Michael was still young and living the fantasy of his life, he would no doubt be ready again in a very short time.

She moaned out with pleasure and kept sucking on his length in her mouth. She wanted to taste his cum and her hand went around his leg, starts rubbing his sack since he was close to cuming. She moans more as she feels her body release her cum upon his tongue.

He was surprised by her own cumming, he wasn't entirely sure what she would do. But he was not disappointed, and Michael did his best to keep up with her, his mouth clamping around her pussy and sucking at her slit. Of course his own cock was starting to spasm now, and her massaging his balls only brought him to a climax faster. Soon white cum shot from his cock in great splurges, showing just how pent up he was for her, "Mom! It feels so good," he cried out tightening his grip on her skin, almost leaving marks. It felt so good.

Michael prayed to himself that this wasn't the end of their fun, there was still so much he wanted to do with her. As he rested on top of her he found himself kissing her pussy, wanting to keep it wet for his cock.

She swallows his cum and pulls away from his length once he was done cumming in her mouth. She smiles as she moans out softly. "Darling, lets rest for now then we'll play some more." She says to him softly.

Michael flips over, breathing hard from the experience. He only nods at her, before turning himself around and snuggling up against her warm body. He placed his head under her arm so he was resting against one of her firm breasts, "I love you mom, more than anyone else," her son whispered, kissing her skin gently. Watching her swallow the cum was amazing to him. He wished his dick was hard again so he could make love to her more, eventually with her tits. The same breasts that had brought him so much succulence in his youth.

Resting seemed like a good idea at least, but he wanted to play so much still. His hands were still fidgety, squeezing and rubbing whatever they could reach. It was hard to rest for him, but he was trying. He hoped she was serious about going further, about letting him play more. No, more than play, fuck her as he knew people called it. Fill her with his cum, truly make her his.

She smiles as she pulls away and moans out more as he plays with her breasts more. "Oh Darling." She moans out softly. "Rest." She says to him softly. "So you can get hard again." She explains to him softly.

Michael soon obliged, and felt himself drift asleep against her. A short nap sounded nice, and even in that he was with his mother. Her silky body was draped over his, and she was showing him the way of pleasure. His dreams never seemed to get anywhere though, and this was no exception. Before he could truly lose himself though, he woke up. His cock was for sure hard again, ready for another round. He wondered how long he had been asleep for, though knowing for sure was hard to say. Instead he gave a yawn, and reached down to stroke his member a little.