A mother will go to great lengths for her son but I never dreamed I would go as far as I did. It all started when I had lunch with my daughter-in-law, Melissa. Of course she was late, which spoke volumes about her reliability. I didn’t like to drive in Los Angeles so I had caught the morning train from Santa Barbara to Los Angeles to meet Melissa for lunch. We were to meet at the Harvey House Restaurant in L.A.’s Union Station.
I sat drinking water with lemon and nibbling on breadsticks for a half hour before I caught the busty bounce and flowing yellow mane of my 23 year old daughter-in-law.
She sauntered through the crowd of diners in a navy-blue mini dress. The hem line of the dress was so high that it didn’t even cover the tops of her black thigh-high stockings. I heard some male whistle over the clickety-clack of her stilettos. As if on cue Melissa added a little extra sway to her hips. The string of pearls necklace danced with each bounce of her ample breasts. I wondered how much money my son had shelled out for the necklace.
Melissa sat down daintily. She wasn’t going to give anyone a free peek. If they wanted a peep of her panties they were going to have to pay. She said, “Sorry I’m late Laura. Traffic was a real bitch.”
“I understand, that’s why I don’t drive in L.A.” I replied.
The waiter came and of course botched our order. He was none too subtle about looking down the low cut top of Melissa’s dress. He was more occupied trying preview her breasts than he was in paying attention to what was said to him. After a couple of failed attempts he managed to correctly record our order.
She giggled as the waiter left. She was basking in the attention she was receiving. She looked around at the other diners. She smiled and waved at a couple of young women dressed in business suits who were obviously whispering to each other about Melissa and her attire.
I never liked my young daughter-in-law. I had begged my son not to marry her. I had to admit she was beautiful. She had a natural beauty, a true blonde with blue eyes; even her big breasts were natural. I wasn’t even a tad jealous of her looks. What I hated was the way she used her beauty and sexuality to manipulate men, my son in particular. If she thought of anyone but herself she wouldn’t have liked me either but she rarely thought of anyone but herself.
“That’s some dress.” I observed with sarcasm and then more nicely, “Really brings out the blue in your eyes.”
She missed the sarcasm and beamed, “Don’t you just love it. It’s the first time I’ve worn it. It’s a Chelsea.”
I was stunned a cheap Chelsea dress usually ran around $500.00. It was a fashion joke that the less material in a Chelsea the more expensive the price tag. I fought the urge to rip the dress off of her and choke her with it. “Yes, it’s a lovely dress but how can you afford it with Greg in prison.”
She batted her eyelashes and said, “It’s a gift from Mr. Stern.”
“Mr. Stern? You mean Stanley Stern, the owner of Club Salacious? You’ve gone back to dancing?” I asked incredulous. Club Salacious was the biggest strip joint in the Los Angeles basin and Stanly Stern was the wanna-be rival to Hugh Hefner that owned it.
“Yes, I got my old job back, Mr. Stern is so generous. Laura, I know you don’t approve but what else could I do with Greg in prison? I was an exotic dancer when I met Greg, remember, it was right after I came to Los Angeles from Mississippi.”
“I remember. Does Greg know you’ve gone back to dancing?”
She nodded her head, “Yes, I told him. He wasn’t comfortable with it but I told him a girl’s gotta do what girl’s gotta do.”
Our lunch arrived before I could devastate my delirious daughter-in-law with a drop kick to her bodacious bosom. I was hungry and hoped the food would still the storm of my rising anger. The sole reason my son was in prison was because he committed computer fraud to get the money it required to maintain the lifestyle Melissa demanded.
The waiter came by and refilled our wine glasses. He revealed that our lunch had been paid for by an anonymous admirer. Melissa lightly stroked the waiter’s hand as he poured wine into her glass. She gushed with sensuous Southern charm, “Why, isn’t that so sweet.”
I thought the waiter was going to drop the wine bottle. Another customer barked for attention so the waiter excused himself. I glared at Melissa, “That happens to you a lot doesn’t it Dear?”
“What’s that Laura?” she asked innocently.
“Oh,” she thought for a second, “I guess it happens often enough. It does give a girl an ego boost to know her charms are appreciated.”
“I wouldn’t know. So why did you want to have lunch with me?”
She sat and began a presentation I was sure she had rehearsed. “Laura, I do appreciate you coming down from Santa Barbara to meet with me. Greg wrote me a letter and said you were going to visit him on the 15th.”
“That’s right, the day after tomorrow. I’ll catch the train to Barstow.” I interposed.
Melissa was flustered by my interruption but she continued, “I was supposed to visit Greg on the 16th. It was to be his first conjugal visit. Would you please tell him I can’t make it?”
I clenched my fist in my lap trying to control my anger. I knew she had only been to visit Greg once since he had been convicted. It had been a disaster judging from the letter he had written following it. Melissa had whined the entire time about how difficult things were for her since he had gone to prison. Her provocative appearance had led to a near riot in the visitation center.
“Why can’t you go visit your husband?” I asked through clenched teeth.
“I knew you’d be angry. So I might as well tell you all of it.” She slipped her wedding band across the table to me. “I’m divorcing Greg. I can’t wait five years for him. Here’s his ring, tell him the paperwork will be sent to him by my lawyer. I’m keeping the engagement ring. That after all, was a personal gift and not part of the marriage.”
I looked at Melissa and then at the ring on the table and then back to Melissa with my mouth wide open. “How can you do this? He stole for you.”
Melissa shook her head. “Laura, I didn’t tell Greg to commit computer fraud. He did that on his own besides he had to make restitution with most of what he stole. All I got from his crime was this string of pearls.” She twirled the pearls in between her fingers.
She changed the subject, “I’m leaving town tomorrow. Mr. Stern has booked me and half-dozen other girls on a tour of his clubs in Anchorage, Settle, and San Francisco.” She actually gushed, “I’m the headliner. Can you believe it?”
“You’re going to Alaska to strip?” I asked with raised eyebrows.
“Oh, it’s not so bad. Mr. Stern says the oil workers have more dollars than sense. He says his Anchorage club is his most profitable establishment. He says give the boys a little wiggle and a little giggle and they’ll stuff your G-string so full of cash that you’ll need to wear suspenders to hold it up.”
My mouth was dry as cotton and I had the urge to throw-up, “I see.”
“I hope you understand Laura. I have to look out for myself. A girl has gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.”
I picked up the wedding band and stood to leave. I took my half-full wine glass and raised it in a toast to Melissa. “Here’s to you,” I flung the remains of my wine into her face, “Bitch!”
Melissa screamed in outrage, a torrent of obscenities followed as the wine streamed down her face and onto her Chelsea original. A couple of waiters hustled to her side with cloth napkins. I smirked with satisfaction and stalked from the restaurant.
An hour later I boarded the train for Santa Barbara. I spent most of the journey trying to calm down. The feeling of gleeful redress I had acquired from dousing Melissa with wine slowly gave way to ominous dread with the realization I had to tell my son his marriage was over.
I didn’t feel like cooking so I stopped and picked-up some Chinese carry-out on the way home. My husband, Alex arrived home right on schedule from his dental practice. I told him about my lunch with Melissa. I was still upset, “Can you believe that bitch? Greg gets in all this trouble trying to please her and she takes off the first chance she gets. I don’t know what he ever saw in her to begin with.
“Really? You don’t know what Greg saw in Melissa?” Alex chuckled, “how about huge tits and a tight ass?”
“Well, there’s that.” I admitted.
Alex serenely patted my hand and then took it in his, “Calm down, Laura. I’m not surprised and neither are you. We both knew she was trouble and we tried to warn Greg. He didn’t listen and now all the chickens have come home to roost.”
I smiled weakly at my husband, “Why don’t you come with me to Barstow. You haven’t been to visit Greg since he’s been incarcerated.”
“Yeah, I know but I’m still pissed off at Greg. We spent all our savings on his lawyer. I’m not ready to forgive him for that yet. Remember? I was going to take six months off and we were going to cruise around the world. Now I have to work my butt off to make end meet.”
“I know, but he’s our only son. What else could we do?”
He pushed his plate back and placed a small jewelry box on the table. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore,” he smiled, “Happy Anniversary, Darling.”
Shocked I brought my hand up to my mouth and began to sob. “Alex, I’m so sorry. I forgot. I forgot our anniversary.”
Alex continued to grin, “Just open it.”
I opened the box and gasped at the contents. It was an 18k gold chain with a Tiffany heart key pendant on it. I reached across the table and pulled my husband of 28 years toward me and kissed him.
He said, “That’s the key to my heart.”
I mumbled, “Alex, you’re such a romantic. I’m sorry, Honey I forgot. I’m the worst wife in the world.”
“No you’re not. You’ve been distracted. It’s okay.”
“I didn’t get you anything.” I confessed and hung my head in shame.
Alex laughed again. “I thought you might forget so I took the liberty of getting myself a gift from you. Care to see what you got me?” He put a box on the table.
I opened the box and inside was a red lace peek-a-boo teddy. I glanced over at Alex; he sat back in his chair with an even bigger grin. I wiped my eyes and said, “I see what you want for a present. I need to scrub up if I’m going to do this outfit justice.”
“Okay, I’ll clean up this mess and you go take a bath,” offered Alex.
I nodded and gathered the gifts. I hurried to the bathroom in our master bedroom. I started the water and threw bath salts into it. I lit a jasmine scented aromatherapy candle. Then stripped and held the lace teddy up in front of me. The leg holes were cut high with only a thin strip of fabric to cover my snatch. I said to myself, “I have to do some trimming on the old bush to make this work.”
My brunette hair was cut in a bob so I didn’t have to put it up in a bun to avoid getting it wet. I slipped into the tub and felt the soothing caress of the sudsy hot water on my weary body. I considered how much I loved and appreciated Alex. Not only did he overlook my flaws he still found me sexually exciting after all these years. Admittedly, I had put on few pounds since we had been married twenty-years ago; the discreet cosmetic surgery I had undergone made me look ten years younger than my 48 years.
After I had soaked for awhile I felt more relaxed. I giggled as I remembered that Alex had been bugging me to shave my snatch for years. Now he had gotten me a garment that would require me to do that very thing. Oh, Alex was smooth. I soaped my snatch and shaved it completely bald as the teddy required.
I got out of the tub and dried off. I poured baby oil into my hand and rubbed it together with my other one vigorously to warm them up. Then I liberally coated my cunt with oil to prevent razor rash. I slipped my legs into the teddy and pulled it up my body. I loved the way the lace snuggly hugged my torso. There was a heart shaped hole from my naval to just under my bust which allowed for a peek at my taut tummy. I put each of my ample breasts into the red lace cups of the teddy. My nipples harden with the material’s lacey embrace. I put my new necklace on and let the key fall between my breasts. I adjusted the G-string rear of the teddy so the flimsy material rested snuggly in the crevice of my ass. Satisfied I pulled up a pair of sheer red thigh-high stockings that I had snagged from my drawer. Then I slipped into a pair of red high heel shoes. I brushed my hair and applied make-up.
Spinning around in front of the mirror I was pleased with my appearance. The red lace material of the teddy even brought out the red highlights that hid the gray in my brunette hair. I felt sexy and desirable. I opened the bathroom door and was greeted by the glowing and flickering candle light from the numerous candles Alex had lit around the bedroom. I could see he was already naked and laying on the bed. I chuckled as I spotted rose petals scattered on the floor from the bathroom to the bed. There were even petals on the bed.
I stood backlit in the doorway of the bathroom. I popped my hip a couple of times and cooed, “What do you think Big Guy?”
Alex smiled broadly, “Oh, Baby, you are sexy.”
Smiling I sauntered towards the bed seductively exaggerating the swing of my hips. My boobs swayed in unison with my hips. The flimsy material of the teddy only covered my breasts it didn’t support them. I could tell Alex was already sporting an erection. “Did you take a little blue pill?”
He replied, “You bet your ass I did. I want to fuck you all night long. Baby, you look as good now as you did on our wedding night.”
“Oh, go on,” I gushed blushing, “I’ve just camouflaged my age. A nip here, a tuck there with a little hair dye and a lot make-up to hide the rest. You my stud husband have aged very well.”
Alex was fifty but was in terrific shape. He swam laps five times a week and golfed every weekend. He had some gray mixed in with the dark thatch of hair that covered his chest. His hairline had receded but his hazel eyes glimmered with lust. He began to stroke his hard cock as I moved toward the bed. His cock was thick and I could see it was already drooling with anticipation.
I crawled up the foot of the bed until I was lingering over Alex’s cock. I took it from his hand and kissed the engorged head. His pre-cum tasted salty and made me feel naughty. I licked my way up and down the length his cock like it was a Popsicle. I sucked both of Alex’s bloated balls into my mouth. I heard him groan with gratification. After a few enjoyable moments tantalizing his testicles I spit them out, “They fill full, Baby. Would you like to empty them Baby, would like to empty them in my hot wet pussy?”
“Oh, yeah,” he hissed.
Giggling I began to bob my head up down on Alex’s throbbing cock. He was clutching the bedcover like it was a lifeline and he was a drowning man. The throbbing of his cock grew more urgent in my mouth then the first spray of cum shot from it. I swallowed his entire cock down my throat. Alex shushed sharp gusts of air thorough his teeth with each spurt of cum. I swallowed it all. I kissed his cock head then twirled my tongue around it to clean off his spent cum. I huskily asked Alex, “Feel better, Baby?”
Once he caught his breath he said, “You know that is one thing you do better now than when we first got married.”
Chuckling I asked, “What’s that? Suck your cock?”
“I’ve learned to relax my throat. It gives me a certain pleasurable rush of power to know that with just the flick of my tongue I can make you curl your toes.”
Alex’s cock was still hard from his little blue pill. I kissed it again and then swung my leg over his torso to straddle him. I reached between my thighs and pulled the lacy material from my crotch exposing my pouting pussy. My oiled labia glistened in the glowing candle light. My own wetness mixed with the baby oil to further lubricate my cunt. I was ready to fuck.
“You do love me, you shaved you pussy bald.” Alex observed as he began to paw at my breasts. He pulled the spaghetti straps off my shoulders and soon my breasts sprung from their lacy confines.
My nipple disappeared into his wet mouth as he wondrously sucked it. I squealed with unmitigated delight as he gently pinched and tugged on the other one. I hovered above Alex long enough to point his pouting pecker at my puffy pussy. Once it was lined up I slowly lowered myself onto it. I gave a little gasp as the blunt bulbous head penetrated my pussy. I sank further down his shaft. My silky wet snatch clutched at his cock.
Alex moaned with pleasure as I finally came to rest fully impaled on his cock. I could feel his balls firmly resting beneath my butthole. I leaned down and ran my fingers through Alex’s chest hair and cooed with contentment as he suckled my tit harder. I loved how his cock filled my cunt entirely.
Soon I was bouncing up and down on his cock like I was a jockey making a run for the roses. Alex slapped my ass for encouragement. I reached between my legs and diddled my clit with the urgency of a castaway trying to ignite a rescue fire before a ship passed in the night. My hips began to buck furiously on Alex’s cock as my passion started to peak. I begged for Alex to pinch my nipples hard. My cunt clung wetly to his wonderful throbbing cock as I sat up on it. I howled until I was hoarse in orgasmic release, “My pussy…cum… my pussy….cum.”
My eyes blinked back the shadows of unconsciousness as white light torn up that part of my torso that connected the passion sensors in my pussy to the pleasure center in my brain. As soon as my climax subsided I flopped down on Alex’s chest like I had been shot. I gasped for air.
Alex supported my head with one of his hands and my ass with other. He rolled us over into the missionary position without letting his cock slip from my pussy. He started savagely thrusting his cock into my cunt as soon as my ass touched the mattress.
Once my head was on the pillow and my climatic dizziness stopped I started to enjoy Alex’s hard cock rapidly rocketing in and out me. I slapped his ass to encourage him, “Faster, fuck me faster. Harder Alex, fuck me harder.”
He complied with my demands and pounded my pussy into a puddle of pleasure. His cock tapped my G-spot until my entire pelvic area seem to contract around his marvelous member in another monumental orgasm. He buried himself into me and began spurting a steady stream of cum into me.
“Fill my pussy, fill my pussy. I thrashed my legs and screamed in orgasmic release, “cum…cum…cum.”
Alex’s softening cock made a wet sucking sound as he pulled it out of me. I could feel a torrent of his spent seed cascading down the crack of my ass. I cuddled up to him resting my head on his heaving chest. I said with a satiated smile, “Not bad for a couple old geezers.”
“I hope we’re still fucking like this when we’re ninety,” said Alex squeezing me tight. We both drifted into sated sleep and dreamed of erotic enchantments.
Alex dropped me off at the Santa Barbara train station early on the morning of the15th. I kissed him and said goodbye. I grabbed my overnight bag and hurried to catch the train. I had a five hour train ride to Barstow to figure out what I was going to say to my son Greg. The train ran down the coast of California from Santa Barbara until it got into Los Angeles. I switched trains there at Union Station. I half expected to find my former daughter-in-law, Melissa, waiting to ambush me with her own glass of wine. After a quick bite to eat, I boarded the eastbound train to continue my journey to Barstow.
I contemplated my son’s situation as the train rumbled eastward towards the desert. Greg was something of a computer-wiz. He had hacked into his company’s computer system and had skimmed money from various company accounts into a phony one he had set up for his own use. Melissa was very high maintenance. Numerous people had tried to warn Greg away from that Southern-fried succubus. But, as they say, when the cock gets hard the brain gets soft. Greg made good money in a job he loved but Melissa demanded more; more jewelry, more clothes, more stuff. Greg’s salary wasn’t enough to feed the beast so he hatched his scheme after reading a trade publication article on how someone had just been arrested for pulling the same scam. Greg thought he saw the weaknesses in the scheme. He thought he had fixed them. He had thought wrong. He had been arrested, convicted and incarcerated.
The train thundered into Barstow in the heat of the day. Heat waves danced on the still air. It was stifling as I stepped down from the train. Sweat rolled down my cleavage as I made my way into the station. My nipples harden instantly and painfully in the frigid air of the station. The sudden climate change made me dizzy. I hurriedly made my way through station to the Hotel Casa del Desierto, next door.
This was my sixth visit to see Greg since his incarceration and I made it a habit of staying at the historic railroad hotel. The accommodations were adequate and the food in the restaurant was good. I checked in and went up to my room. I showered quickly, changed into a loose sundress and took the city bus to the prison.
Barstow State Prison was a minimum security facility so visitors were allowed to sit at tables with the inmates in the visiting room. I felt road-weary but perked up when Greg was led into the room already buzzing with visitors and inmates. His broad smile was a stark contrast to the depressing prison uniform he wore. He shuffled to my table to greet me. I rose to my feet and he lovingly kissed me on the cheek. We sat down at the table.
“Thanks for coming Mom,” Greg said as he held my hand needing the comfort of a friendly touch. “you look great, that sundress really flatters your figure.”
I patted his hand in mine, “I love you Baby-boy. I’d go anywhere to see you.”
We made small talk and caught up with each other. He asked about his Dad and even remembered it had been our anniversary. I showed Greg the new necklace his father had given me. I told him that I had forgotten all about our anniversary but his father hadn’t so we had a great time at home.
“I bet,” he chided.
I blushed and felt flushed under his gaze. I asked, “How are you getting along?”
His eyes had aged and gray hairs had sprouted in his dark locks. He looked much older than his twenty-five years. He squeezed my hand and said, “I’ve adjusted. You know what makes the biggest difference in here?”
I shook my head, “What?”
Greg grinned and it reminded me of when he was in school. He would come home with that same grin, excited to share what he had learned that day. “Mom, to make it in prison you need something to look forward too.”
“Like your release date?”
“If its close enough but most of the time it has to be more immediate. Say like mail-call. We get mail three times a week. If you think you have a letter coming, you’ll hang on until mail-call.”
I frowned unsure of what he meant, “What do you mean by ‘hang on’.”
Greg’s eyes warily followed an inmate who passed behind me on the way out of the visiting room. “Hang on to your sanity. Some crazy things happen in here. Just the other day a guy flipped out because his wife had promised him a letter. It didn’t show and it didn’t show. He got really worked up cause it hadn’t shown he got put in segregation. Anyway the letter finally shows up and he’s calms down even though it was a ‘Dear John Letter.’
“He was happy his wife was divorcing him?” I asked confused.
Greg shook his “No, he was happy because he got a letter.”
“I think I understand. So what have you been looking forward too?”
He grinned from ear to ear, “My conjugal visit with Melissa. I get my first conjugal visit tomorrow; it’s what has kept me going. If I didn’t have that to look forward too I think I would have gone crazy a long time ago.”
I frowned and looked down at the scuff marks on the table. I knew my news would be devastating. I looked at Greg hoping he couldn’t read my mind. I said, “Is sex so important to you?”
He squeezed my hand, “I know you never have liked Melissa but I’m a man and she is an extra sexy woman. You’ve probably heard she’s gone back to dancing, which I’m not crazy about but I understand. She can make good money doing it.”
“Oh I’ve heard,” I venomously interrupted.
“Mother!” Greg snapped. “Try to understand, I love her, she has a way of making me feel like I’m the only man in the world. I know she’s manipulative, but I did what I did because I chose to, not because she made me. Love will make you do some crazy things. I can hardly wait for tomorrow.”
I studied the intensity of his face and said, “I see…”
This time he interrupted me. “It’s more than just the physical aspect of sex. Although, it is great the way Melissa can make me curl my toes. Just as important is the emotional intimacy of sex. The feeling that despite everything I’m still loved by her. Do you understand, Mom?”
“Yes, I understand.” I wiped a tear that trickled down my cheek.
“What’s wrong, Mom, don’t be like this, Melissa is not as bad as you think.”
I couldn’t tell him his wife had left him. I couldn’t break his heart by telling him she had gone to Alaska on a striptease tour. I couldn’t shatter his hope by telling him his wife wouldn’t be coming to see him tomorrow. I simply said, “I’m sorry Greg, it just makes me sad that you are in this place.”
Greg nodded, “I know. I’m ashamed of what I’ve put you through. I’m sorry.”
The guard signaled it was time to leave. Greg rose from his seat, kissed me on the cheek and shuffled out the room. I left and soon passed through the prison back into the desert heat. I was sweating profusely by the time the city bus arrived.
I called my husband on the way back to the city. I looked out the bus window; the barren landscape matched my bitter mood. Alex’s receptionist answered the phone and I said, “Hello, I’d like to talk to Dr. Agnew, please. It’s his wife.”
“Sure, Mrs. Agnew, you’re in luck he’s in-between patients.”
Alex said, “Hello. How’s Greg? How did it go?”
Tears streamed down my face and I sniffled, “Terrible, it was just terrible. Greg is really looking forward to Melissa’s visit tomorrow. I couldn’t bring myself to tell him the bitch isn’t coming. He’s going to be devastated tomorrow when she doesn’t show. He says that conjugal visit is the only thing keeping him sane.”
“Maybe you should go back tomorrow and see if you can cheer him up.”
I shook my head negatively even though Alex couldn’t see me. “I don’t think they’ll let me since his wife is scheduled to visit him.”
“Then pretend to be his wife,” chuckled my husband.
“Maybe I will. Maybe I will.” I said. A desperate idea flashed in my mind. The bus pulled up in front of the Desert Palm Mall on its route back to the hotel.
“I need to go.” I hung up and got off the bus and rushed inside the mall. I needed to hurry in order to search the stores for the necessary items before they closed. I looked at my watch and compared it to the announced closing times posted with the mall map. Maybe, just maybe, I could pull it off.
The next day I took one last look at myself in the mirror through contact lenses that changed my eye color from brown to blue. I fluffed an errant strand of yellow hair from my new hair extensions which matched my freshly dyed blonde hair. If I were to pass for Melissa I had to change not only my hair color from brunette to blonde but it had to be lengthen.
I wore a tight white mini-dress which showed off my tan legs. My new stilettos pushed my butt and boobs out highlighting them both. I lifted my breasts in each hand and let them fall back into place. They weren’t as huge as Melissa’s but they were big enough to be called large. The dress provided enough support so no bra was necessary. I was pleased with my appearance. I may not pass for Melissa but I definitely didn’t look like Laura Agnew either.
I had convinced myself that I could fool the guards into thinking I was Melissa. She had only been to the prison once and if the guards were like most men they spent more time studying Melissa’s tits than her face anyway. I could pull this off I reassured myself. I spoke to my reflection in the mirror with a nervous voice, “Love sure makes you do some crazy things.”
My pulse was pounding in my ears as I approached the main gate of the prison. I wasn’t sure if I could be arrested for impersonating my former daughter-in-law if I were caught. The least that would be done would be to ban me from the facility and I wouldn’t be able to see my son until his release. My knees wobbled as I was buzzed thorough the gate.
I told the gate guard that I was Melissa Agnew and I was here for a conjugal visit. I signed the visitor’s log as Mrs. Agnew, which wasn’t a lie. He took his eyes off my boobs long enough to wink at me and nod his head toward the reception room. Several other women already occupied the room in various stages of undress. A female guard arrived with rubber gloves and gave each one of us a cavity search. It was a most unpleasant experience and I couldn’t imagine Melissa enduring such a violation.
We were lined up nude and ordered to clasp our hands behind our heads with our fingers interlaced. Then we were told to stand with our legs shoulder length apart and squat. One woman emitted a sharp cry as she squatted. The guard roughly jammed her fingers up the woman’s anus and pulled out a plastic tube filled with contraband. She was arrested on the spot.
I began to tremble with fear. The guard noticed and barked, “What’s your problem Blondie?”
“Just cold, ma’am.” I said rubbing my arms vigorously.
“Then get dressed. Get dressed all of you.”
After dressing we were led to a row of what looked like construction trailers. Each trailer was a duplex with each side having a bedroom, a sink, a shower and a toilet behind a privacy curtain. I stood with my back to the door looking at my distorted reflection refracted from the unbreakable institutional mirror. My stomach churned with nervous expectation.
The door opened and Greg was pushed inside by a guard who said, “You got 45 minutes, enjoy.”
Greg said, “Melissa, I’m so glad to see you.”
I spun around on my heel and said, “Greg.”
“MOM?” cried Greg in shock. “What the hell? Where’s Melissa? Why are you dressed like her?”
I embraced Greg tightly after a moment he reluctantly returned my hug. I broke our embrace and stood looking at him with his hands in mine. I said, “Let me explain. I had lunch with Melissa two days ago. She’s left L.A. She’s on some kind of striptease tour for Stanley Stern. She’s divorcing you.”
Greg was in shock as much from my appearance as from the news. He blinked his eyes trying to comprehend, “Melissa’s not coming?”
“I was going to tell you yesterday but I couldn’t…not after what you said about your conjugal visit keeping you sane. I knew you would be devastated when Melissa didn’t show up. So I thought I might be able to ease your pain if I could see you again. Since Melissa was already scheduled to visit the only way I could get back inside was to pretend to be her. I hope you don’t hate me.” I hung my head afraid to look at my son.
He lifted my chin in his hand and said, “Mom, I don’t hate you. I love you. I can’t believe you would sneak back in here to see me. Do you know what kind of risk you took?”
I nodded my head, “I love you Greg. Like you said a person will do some crazy things for love. You’re my son and I love you. I would do anything for you.”
He hugged me tight and began to sob on my shoulder. His fantasy of Melissa had given way to the reality of Melissa. His body was wracked with convulsions as his frustration, disappointment and heart break boiled over.
As he cried I stroked the back of his head trying to comfort my son. Each time his body trembled I would squeeze him tight. Slowly he stopped weeping. I cooed in his ear, “There, there, Baby. Mama’s here. Mama’s here for you.”
He squeezed me tight and said, “I love you Mom. I love the way you are holding me. The way you are comforting me. Did you mean it?”
I broke our embrace and took a step back, “Mean what, Baby?”
He smiled weakly, “Did you mean it when you said you would do anything for me?”
I nodded, “Yes, what do you need?”
He brazenly looked me in the eye. “Mother, I need sex. I haven’t had sex since my arrest almost two years ago. I’ve had to do a year at Barstow just to become eligible for a conjugal visit. I told you that a man has to have something to anticipate. If I leave here sexually unsatisfied I don’t know what will keep me going.”
I looked at his tented prison trousers then into his lust-filled eyes. I mumbled, “Greg, I’m your mother. It’s incest.”
His voice trembled with yearning, “You don’t look like my mother. I need a woman, right now more than I need a mother. Incest would be the least of my crimes. Mother, are you going to be my woman?”
Silently I nodded in surrender and lifted my dress up by its hem and pulled it over my head. I let it fall on the floor. I stood before my son in just my white thong. I covered my breasts by crossing my arms. I watched Greg as his eyes feasted on my body with sexual hunger. Astonished, I could see his hard cock actually throb in his trousers with lust. I dropped my arms exposing my breasts. My nipples hardened with excitement. I boldly walked to him seductively swinging my hips. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him with passion. My tongue found his and wrestled with it.
Greg cupped my buttocks and pulled me into his pelvic. He ground my quickly dampening pussy on his hard cock. He squeezed excitedly on my breasts as we continued to kiss. He pinched my nipple a little too hard and I broke our kiss with a squeal of pain. He panted, “Sorry Mom, you’re so beautiful. I got carried away.”
I rubbed the pain from my tortured tit and said huskily, “Its okay a woman likes to be desired.”
He kicked off his shoes and tore his stripe-shirt off his torso. He had a thatch of chest hair like his father and I cooed as I ran my fingers through it. He ripped his trousers down and stepped out of them. His cock was massive in both length and girth. It stood straight out and its head was bent slightly upward like the end of crowbar.
I gently grabbed and tucked on it a couple of times. Suddenly cum began to spew from it. I aimed Greg’s cock at my panties as cum shoot forth from it like an uncontrolled fire hose. My son bellowed and hissed with release and then he cursed in disgust. I patted his still hard pecker after he had finished shooting his load. “Its okay, Greg. It’s been a long time. You got more where that came from.” I peeled my sullied panties off and let them hit the floor. I lay down on the bed and beckoned Greg to join me.
Greg followed his cock to the bed and between my legs. He entered me with a single thrust and moaned as my wet velvety pussy engulfed his hardness. He only gave me a moment to adjust to his girth. I groaned as he began to piston his cock in and out my cunt with reckless abandon. He lifted himself up on his hands and from his new position he really pounded my pussy.
Words jabbered from my mouth in a torrent of incoherent babble, “Cock hard…big…so big.”
I pushed my pelvic up to meet his downward thrust. The small room echoed with the sounds of wet flesh on flesh smacks and the moans and groans of our passion. My clit was being buffeted by Greg’s pubic bone. I felt the warmth of an orgasm building deep in my belly and suddenly like an electrical current it surged into the pleasure sensors of my brain. I screamed in climatic release as white light burst behind my closed eyes, “Ahhh, Baby-boy!”
Greg buried his cock into me clear to his turgid testicles and shot another load of cum, this time in my overheated pussy. He bellowed with his own sweet release and hissed with each spurt of his cock. “Mama, Mama.”
I compressed my wet cunt around Greg’s cock as it spasm and tried to milk more cum from it. I felt his balls contracting against my puckered butt hole. I kissed him again and again. I grasped his face in my hands and whispered, “I love you Greg, I love you.”
He rolled off of me and I grimaced at the unexpected exit of his cock. “I love you, Mom. That was awesome. I’ve never came that hard before.”
I glanced at my watch. “We don’t have much time let’s shower.”
The bed squeaked in protest as we rose. I kicked off my shoes and led Greg to the shower amazed that his cock was still hard but then again it had been over almost two years since he had sex. The water was semi-warm and we gleeful soaped each other up.
Greg lathered my breasts and said, “I appreciate you doing this, Mom.”
“Appreciate, what Son?” I asked soaping and tugging on his cock. “Me, fucking you?”
He giggled. He had never heard me say the f-word before. He nodded and kissed me.
I turned my back to him and grasped the shower head. I rose up on my tip-toes and pushed my butt in his direction. I looked over my shoulder and said to him as the water cascaded off my breasts, “It’s my pleasure, Son. Want to fuck me again?”
Greg penetrated my pussy from behind and groaned, “I sure do, thanks for asking Mom.”
This time I took the initiative and began to swivel my hips rapidly up and down on Greg’s hard cock. I giggled as he moaned. I furthered teased him by changing the rotation of my hips. I twirled my hips doing figure eights on his dick. My son groaned again and began squeezing my breasts like they were ripe fruit.
“Pinch my nipples, Baby,” I ordered. “Hard, but not too hard.”
Greg complied and I squealed with pleasure. He began thrusting into me urgently growling and groaning in his own rapture. His hands sled from my breasts down to my hips and he used them to support himself as he leveraged his cock in and out of me.
At the breakneck pace Greg was going I knew he was going to cum again and soon. I reached between my thighs and began to diddle my clit with passionate purpose. I chattered confused syllables of love and lust to my son, “Fuck good… hard cock… Mama likes.” I howled with delight when Greg slapped my bare ass a wet stinging smack. “I love you, Baby. I love you.”
I wasn’t expecting Greg’s soapy finger to penetrated my puckered butthole clear to his second knuckle. I screamed at the violation. My pussy convulsed and then erupted with frothy ejaculate which splattered with a wallop on the shower floor. I screamed in ecstasy and my knees went weak and started to buckle. If Greg hadn’t had such a firm grip on my hips I would have fallen. I lifted my face to the streaming water from the shower head and fought to stay conscious as flashes of white light dazzled the canvas of my mind.
The spasms of my cunt clutched at Greg’s cock and sent him over the top. He pushed into me as far as he could and unloaded cum yet again into the depths of my pussy. His cock throbbed and danced against the saturated sides of my snatch. He was buried so far in me that he had actually lifted me off my feet by his cock.
I held on to the shower head like it was a life line then I hoarsely howled and came again. My quim quivered and quaked around Greg’s spewing pecker. I shook my head from side to side as a kaleidoscope of lights shot through my brain with dizzying delight.
Once my comet like climax spent itself I came crashing back down to reality. There was a knock on the door followed by a gruff voice, “Five minutes folks.”
Greg’s cock had finally softened and plopped out of me with a wet thwack his balls fully drained. He wasn’t completely dried off as he jumped into his clothes which clung to his wet body. He grabbed my panties and stuffed them into the toe of his shoe.
“What are you doing?” I asked as I patted myself dry.
Greg smiled like a mischievously little boy, “Souvenir, Mom. I just hope they smell more like your sweet snatch than my foul foot by the time I get to use them.”
He stood up and boldly looked at my nakedness, “I’m going to sniff them late at night when I jerk off. I’m going to dream of your body not Melissa’s.”
I dropped my towel and returned Greg’s look of intensity. I felt intimacy with my son not embarrassment as my son lustily drunk in my nudity. I rushed into his arms and kissed him furiously, “I love you Greg. I’m glad I did this. I’m glad you fucked me.”