Chapter 1

John gave his wife a final kiss before boarding the military aircraft.

"I don't want you to go." She whimpered.

"Honey, I have to...I'm sorry."

Monica gazed up at him, her big green eyes full of tears. 

"What if you get hurt...or get killed?"

"Babe, that's not gonna happen...I promise you." John said confidently.

As he boarded the plane with the rest of his battalion John gave a final wave back to his family. Monica forced a smile and waved back, her 6 year old daughter Maria stood by her side, holding her hand. 

On the other side of her was Alex, her lean handsome 18 year old son.

In the face, Monica Hill looked like a 38 year old version of the actress Melora Hardin. Her body was what many would call voluptuous. It's not that she was fat, or even chubby for that matter. She just had all the right curves, in all the right places.

Even with his mind full of uncertainty John couldn't help but admire her beauty from the door of the plane. Her thin cotton baby-blue mini-skirt showed off the flowing contours of her hips and left bare the golden brown glow of her long luscious legs. Her button up white satin stretch blouse hugged the enormity of her middle-aged breasts.

Her sexy little feet were displayed in a pair of dainty sandals with a 4 inch heel. A row of baby blue rhinestones lined the strap crossing her foot, right about her cute little toes with their painted toenails.

The site of her beautiful legs made John think about all those nights he had them wrapped around him. All the times that Monica had clutched him with her silky softness while he bucked in the smooth warm flesh of her saddle. 

While they did this he would often look back in the mirror across from their bed and marvel at the way her strong legs were wrapped around his midsection, her tiny bare feet flexing and pointing towards the ceiling.

One of the other soldiers broke John from his trance.

 "Sergeant Hill, we gotta move, sir."

As the aircrafts door closed Monica sniffled and wiped another tear away. She slid her arm around her son and leaned her head to one side, resting it on his shoulder.

"BOOM!!!"

It was nearly two months later that the roadside bomb rattled the humvee with John inside. The vehicle toppled into the desert sand, its occupants SCREAMING in pain.

John only remembered a few moments before blacking out. He hung upside down. The door had imploded from the blast and crushed his legs. He could feel the blood trickling from a gash in his forehead.

"Monica." He muttered.

As his body went into shock he had a sudden vision of his wife, her big beaming green eyes staring into his...full of love. 

He saw her silky tan legs through the mirror, clutching around him, her little feet flexing...bobbing in the air from the power of his thrusts.

Then...everything went black.

"John?"

John's eyes peered open and into the face of a military doctor.

"Can you hear me John? Can you hear my voice?" The man asked.

"Yes." Came the reply.

"That's good...that's excellent." The doctor smiled.

John gazed around the room. "Where am I?"

"You're back home. You're at the Base Hospital. Your battalion took quite a hit. You've been in a coma for about six days."

"Where's my wife?" John asked.

"She's been here a lot by your side, but it's the middle of the night. I'll have the nurse call her right away," the doctor said.

"Thank you."

Thirty minutes later John heard the rushing CLICK of his wife's heels moving up the hospital hallway. She stepped into the room, her beautiful face glowing with anticipation.

"Ohhh John." She said in relief, rushing over and carefully embracing him on the bed.

"Hi baby." He said, nearly in tears himself.

The early morning hours passed and after a series of scans and examinations of John the doctor joined John and his wife in John's room.

"So doc, my legs...are they done for good?" John asked.

"I'm afraid so, John. The force of that blast not only did severe damage to your legs, but also your spinal column. The good news is you still have healthy blood flow, which prevents us from having to amputate. However, it's gonna be a long road to recovery," the doctor explained.

Monica looked absolutely devastated. 

"Will he have any chance of overcoming the paralysis, with the right type of physical therapy maybe?"

"I'm afraid at this point it looks permanent. The damage was just too severe. I'm sorry."

The doctor left the room and Monica seemed to stare into space as if shocked by the news. John squeezed her hand.

"I'm sorry baby." He said.

"You lied." She muttered.

"What?"

She glared down at him, her eyes full of tears. 

"You lied to me. You promised me nothing would happen to you over there. YOU FU*CKING LIED!"

Monica stood up, pulled her hand away from John's and began sobbing as she stormed out of the room.

"Monica...Monica, come back. Baby I'm..."

Chapter 2

It was nearly 5am when Monica arrived back home. They chose a modest three bedroom ranch in a middle-class neighborhood, just across town from base.

The middle aged Mom moved up the hallway and peeked in on her daughter. She found Maria sleeping comfortably.

A few minutes later 18 year old Alex turned onto his side in bed. His eyes peeled open and he saw his mother's curvy silhouette in his doorway. She was leaning with her hands against the doorframe and just seemed to be hovering there...watching him.

"Mom, is everything ok with dad?"

Monica slowly sashayed across the room and sat on her son's bedside. "Thank you for staying here and watching your sister for me."

"Of course."

"Your dad's awake, but I'm afraid his injuries are pretty extensive," she said, then went on to explain the doctor's findings.

"So when's he coming home?" Alex asked.

"Not positive yet. The doctor said as early as a few days."

"Wow, I can't believe all of this has happened." Alex muttered.

Tenderly, Monica brushed her son's bangs out of his eyes with her long nails.

"That makes two of us kiddo." She said,

After a short silence Alex heard his Mom sniffle.

"Don't cry Mom. It'll be ok."

She rubbed his strong shoulder. "I know sweetie. It's just..."

"It's just what?" He asked.

Even in the dim early morning darkness Alex could see his mom's misty eyes, gazing down at him.

"Can I just...lay here with you for a while. Do you mind?" Monica asked softly.

"No, not at all, Mom," he said, scotching over on his small twin sized bed.

Monica slipped her little feet from their heels and curled her luscious legs up on her son's bed. Alex was on his back and she slid over close to him, laying on her side and resting her head on his shoulder.

"Will you hold me?" She sniffled.

"Sure, Mom," he muttered, curling his arms around her.

Alex felt the supple flesh of her big mommy-breasts squash against the side of his chest. They felt full and heavy, much different from those of the girls at school.

Monica grazed her hand across his cheek.

 "My precious baby...such a strength to me."

"Anything you need, Mom," he answered, giving her arm an assuring rub.

Monica slid her naked leg up across the top of her sons, grazing her tiny bare foot up his thigh. Alex was excited by the feeling. Soft smooth skin rubbing against his own.

"Thank you sweetie. I'm gonna need you a lot I think."

Two hours later, sunshine peered through the shades.

"Mommy."

Monica lifted her head off her son's chest and saw her daughter Maria standing beside the bed, still in her PJ's.

"Good morning sunshine," the Mom smiled.

Maria looked at her brother and the way her mom was nearly sprawled out on top of him.

 "Why are you in Alex's bed?"

"Alex and I were cuddling some this morning."

Waking, Alex was kinda surprised by the way his mom was laying on him. One of her naked legs was still draped across his midsection and both her big tits were now mashed against his chest. 

A few of the top buttons to her blouse had popped open and he could see a huge bulging cleavage straining against the lacy hem of her white bra.

"Fucking hell." Alex thought as he felt a surge of blood enter his pecker.

"Oh, will you come cuddle with me next?" Maria asked, with a cuteness that no mother could resist.

Monica giggled. "Well I would, but it looks like it's time for you and your brother to get ready for school."

Maria stomped out of the room in a tiff. "Aww, I hate school."

Monica giggled again, then propped herself up on her elbows, gazing down at her teen. "Good morning," she said affectionately.

"Guess we fell asleep huh?" Alex said.

"Yeah, I guess so. Wish we didn't have to get up though," she answered, making a cute little pouty face.

Alex's erection was now at full attention. Having risen to her elbows, his Mom was exposing a lot more tit-meat. 

Huge bulging mounds of soft flesh were spilling over the tops of her bra cups and Alex found himself gawking into the deep gaping pocket of exposed cleavage.

"Thank you for letting me snuggle. I sooo needed it," she said.

"Anytime, Mom," he said, half-blushing.

As she slid off him, Monica's inner thigh rubbed across her son's long rigid love-muscle. "I suppose I should get you two some breakfast."

Alex laid there awkwardly, attempting to conceal the tent in his sheet. "Yeah, I'll get up in a sec."

Rising to her feet, Monica stood bedside, placed her hand on her hips and smiled down at her boy.

 "You don't have to be embarrassed about that, you know."

"About what?"

She glanced at the still obvious protrusion, then back into his eyes. "That."

"Ohh...yeah." He mumbled timidly.

"You may be my first, but I do know some things about teenage boys. It's called a piss hard-on and it probably gets like that every morning...am I right?" Monica asked, feeding him a quirky smile.

"Yeah...pretty much."

Monica smiled proudly, bent over and poked her son in the ribs, making him squirm. "See, I know more about you than you think."

Alex watched her stroll towards the door. He could see the indentation of the hem of her panties through her skirt and her meaty buttocks seemed to have little extra sway as she stepped towards the hallway.

Before rounding the corner, she peeked back, smiling almost naughtily and gave him a cute little wink.

The sheet rose upward as Alex's rock hard erection flexed and throbbed beneath it.

Monica glanced at it and giggled. "Show off." She disappeared from the doorway.

"Hooly shit." Alex muttered excitedly, under his breath.

Chapter 3

That afternoon Monica took the kids over to see John at the hospital. Maria snuggled up beside her daddy and John's wife sat on the other side of him. Alex sat across the room in a chair.

"I missed you daddy." Maria said.

John kissed his daughter on the forehead. "Missed you too pumpkin."

She squeezed her father. "I want you to come home."

"Maria, be careful honey, your daddy is still quite sore." Monica said.

She kissed him on the cheek. "Sorry, daddy."

John looked across at his son. "That's ok, precious. Alex, how you doin' buddy?"

"I'm ok dad," Alex answered.

Maria seemed jealous that the attention was drawn from her. "Mommy slept in Alex's bed last night."

Monica fed her daughter a stern look. "Maria, hush your mouth."

"Well you did, Mommy."

Monica looked at her husband as he returned an inquisitive smile. "Alex and I were having a chat after I got home and I fell asleep on his bed."

"Mommy was laying on top of him this morning." Maria said.

"Maria Hall...I most certainly was not, now I told you to hush. I was giving Alex a hug when she walked in...wasn't I?" Monica asked, looking over at Alex.

Alex nodded, knowing his Mom was lying and that he woke up with her on top of him. "Yeah."

"Well I got good news. The doctor said I can come home in two days." John said.

"Yay!" Maria cheered.

"I'll have to come back for physical therapy twice a week, but otherwise I'll be good to go."

Monica smiled and patted his hand. "That's great sweetie."

"Yeah, awesome, Dad." Alex added.

"Well, I better get the kids home so they can get started on their homework." Monica said.

"Awww, I wanna stay with daddy. " Maria whined in protest.

John hugged her tight. "Daddy will be home in a few days, pumpkin."

They gave their hugs and said their goodbyes and John watched his little family move down the hallway towards the elevator. 

Monica was wearing a pair of low cut jeans that looked as though they were sculpted around her luscious ass. She also wore a sexy white tank top and mini platform sandals with 4 ½ inch heels.

As they waited for the elevator John took a second to admire how sexy her little feet looked etched in them. Her cute little toes peeked out the bottom, with their red painted toenails. There's no doubt that his wife of twenty years was built like a brick shit house.

Again he remembered peering back at her in the mirror as they made love so many times through the years. 

He remembered staring at those smooth golden brown legs as they kept his body locked between them. Her muscles tensed. Her sexy little bare feet flexing.

Normally John would feel his penis get hard about now, but this time it wasn't happening. He glanced down at his lap as it lay flat and motionless.

DING!!

The elevator door opened and just before they entered John noticed that Monica's hand slowly crept over into Alex's, interlacing her fingers between his, then led him and their daughter into the elevator.

Later that evening Alex was hanging out in his large walk-in closet. He appropriately called this place his "Man Cave." 

He sat in a padded swing chair that was suspended by a large metal stand and was surrounded by a lot of his favorite things.

"Alex?" He heard his mom call from inside his bedroom.

He glanced up from his laptop where he was chatting with pals on Facebook. 

"In here Mom."

The closet door opened and Monica stepped inside.

"I should have known you'd be hanging out in your Man Cave," she giggled.

"You know me," he said.

Monica closed the door behind her. Her hair was still damp and slicked back from a shower and she wore nothing but a white short satin robe.

"Well I finally got your sister to sleep. Whiny little thing," she said, making her son giggle.

"You can say that again," he added.

Monica smiled as she moved past a large poster on the wall of a voluptuous woman in nothing but a white bra and panty set. 

The woman's deep tan was nearly the same shade as her own. 

"She's pretty. Who is that?"

Alex looked up the poster. "Umm her name's Denise Melani."

Monica smiled and pointed at the woman's lacy, almost transparent bra.

 "That's funny, I think I have that same bra."

"Really?" Alex asked.

"Yeah, I had no idea they had matching panties for it. Hmmm."

Monica strode past her son and sat down on a small bench in front of him. The robe gathered a bit at her waist exposing her smooth shapely legs in their entirety. 

She rested both palms on the bench by her hips, thrusting the swell of her huge mommy-boobs out just a little. Her legs were together and her knees were slightly cocked to one side.

Alex could smell the sweet scent of her recently applied shea-butter and noticed that her tan legs looked nearly as smooth and shimmery as the satin robe she was wearing.

"So, you must be excited for dad to come home finally," he said.

"Yeah...I guess," she answered unenthusiastically.

"It's gonna be a big change for him, huh?"

Chapter 4

Monica looked at her son and smiled. "It's gonna be a big change for all of us, which is kinda what I wanted to talk to you about."

"Okay."

"They're sending your father home with his own bed, one of those fancy automated ones. He'll be in a wheelchair, so he'll need a lot of space. I thought maybe if you didn't mind, we could move the king sized bed down here and...I could share your room with you for a while." Monica explained.

Alex's heart began to thump hard in his chest. "You mean a bedroom to...like to sleep in...together?

Monica giggled. "Of course...that is what you do in a bedroom knucklehead."

Alex smiled awkwardly. "No...umm, I don't mind. Whatever I can do to help, Mom."

"I know your father's not gonna like the idea, but he has to deal with the realities of his injury. It's just the way it has to be for now."

Alex nodded, still flabbergasted by her request. "I agree."

"Thank you sweetie. Are you sure you're okay with being roommates with Mom?" Monica asked with a smile.

"Yeah, of course."

Monica placed her hands on her knees, leaning forward a little. 

"You know buster...sharing a room with me might just have its advantages."

"What kind of advantages?" Alex asked.

Monica peered up at the poster of the nearly naked woman, then back at her boy. "You'll see," she said, with a mischievous smile.

"If dad's coming home this weekend how are we gonna move all your stuff down here by Saturday?"

Monica nodded. "Well, tell you what, why don't we keep you home from school tomorrow and we can spend the day setting up our bedroom."

Alex rolled his eyes. "Oh great now you tell me, after I did all that homework."

Monica giggled. "Oh stop your whining, You're starting to sound like your little sister."

"I don't think that's possible, Mom."

Monica stood up, making her heavy tits bobble beneath the loose thin covering.

"Sadly, I think you're right. Stand up here and give me a hug."

Alex stood and he and Monica embraced. The euphoric feeling of warm braless breasts against his young chest nearly took his breath away.

"Don't stay up too late. You and I have a busy day tomorrow," she said.

"I won't."

Monica started out, but then stopped at the door. 

"Oh, and I'll make a deal with you...cuz I'm gonna need some closet space. I'll let you keep the back half of the Man Cave, but in return I get to doll up our bedroom."

"Doll up?" Alex asked.

"You know. Some delicate lace...lots of fluffy whites and pale pinks. You've seen my bedroom."

Alex giggled. "Ohh right...okay I guess."

"It'll be pretty...and comfy...you'll see," she said with a wink as she stepped out the door.

The next morning Alex entered the kitchen to find his Mom at the sink on her cell phone. His sister was at the table chomping on some cereal.

Monica spoke to her husband in her cell. "Hey hon, it's me...how are you this morning?"

It didn't take Alex long to notice what his mom was wearing...a white smocked tube top and tight hot pink terry shorts.

"Listen, I probably won't be dropping by today...I'm keeping Alex home from school so we can do some rearranging before you come home tomorrow." Monica said.

Maria glared at her brother. "You get to stay home? No fair!"

"I'm helping Mom today," he said.

"I wanna help toooo." Maria whined.

Monica padded on bare feet over to the fridge to put something away. 

"Well, you're gonna need the space in the master bedroom, so I've decided that Alex and I are gonna share his bedroom for awhile."

"What, you get to share a room with Mom?!" Maria said in a huff.

"John I've already talked to Alex and he's fine with it...ugh, no, I'm sorry, but I'm not sleeping in one of those damn hospital beds." Monica continued.

Maria glared at her brother. "I wanna be in Mom's room."

"You better eat, you're gonna miss the bus." Alex said.

Monica continued to clean. "Sweetie, I know you have to use it...and that's fine. We're gonna get rid of Alex's bed and use the king size bed for him and I."

"No fair, you get to sleep with Mom." Maria was near tears at this point.

Monica glanced at the clock, then over at her daughter. "Maria, school bus honey."

"I know." Maria said, grabbing her backpack and stomping away.

Alex couldn't help but stare at his mom's silky tan legs as he watched her talk to his father on the phone.

"I know honey and I knew you wouldn't like it, but John it's just the way it has to be right now. I'm sorry," she said, then turned towards her son, leaning back against the sink.

"Anyway, I gotta go...poor Alex's been sitting here waiting patiently. I'll call you this afternoon...love you too...bye."

Monica smiled and strolled towards her son. "Well that went over like I thought it would."

"Mom, I've been thinking...you and Dad's bed is huge. Is it even gonna fit in my room?" Alex asked.

Monica smiled and brushed bangs out of his eyes with her nails. "Well, it might be ALL bed in there when we're finished, but we'll make it fit...one way or another."

A little while later Alex and Monica wrestled the giant top mattress down to their tiny bedroom.

Chapter 5

The big busted mom giggled as she nearly fell over maneuvering it onto the box spring. Once in place she fell back onto the mattress with a big SIGH.

"My God this bed is a monster," she said, crawling to the center of the mattress.

"I still can't believe we got it in here." Alex said.

Monica padded the bed beside her. "Come rest with me for a minute."

"Sounds good to me." Alex said, crawling onto the mattress and sprawling out onto his back.

Monica nuzzled close, draping an arm and legs across him. Alex let out a tired breath and his mom lifted her head to look at him.

"You okay?" She asked.

"Yeah, why?"

She had a playful smile. "Just making sure. Last time we were like this you were sprouting quite the piss hard-on," she said with a little grin.

"Jeez, Mom," he blushed.

"Well, you were...then you were trying to act like I couldn't see it."

"I'm sorry...it just happens."

Monica burst out giggling. "I'm just teasing you, sweetheart. It really doesn't bother me. 

Erections are a natural function of a boy's body and remember, we're roommates now, so I don't want you to feel like you have to hide it every time it happens okay?"

Alex nodded, still a tad embarrassed.

"Hey..." Monica said, gazing down at him with those brilliant green eyes. 

"I mean it...we're sharing a bedroom, sweetie, which means we're gonna see things. Things that we probably wouldn't normally see. Just promise me you won't be embarrassed when it happens okay?"

Alex nodded with a smile. "Okay."

"Good, cuz if you do get embarrassed...I'm gonna TICKLE you," she said, then dug into her son's ribs.

Alex laughed and flopped around, trying to escape his mom's fingers.

Monica pulled him back down onto his back, then threw her leg across his lap and mounted him. 

Alex thrust his hips over and over, trying to buck her off.

Monica giggled as she rode his teenaged loins. Her big mature tits jumped up and down under the tube top. The hem crept down and her jugs nearly spilt out.

Alex stopped bucking and had an astounded smile. "Mom, you're gonna lose your top."

She didn't pull it up, but grabbed his hands and pinned them back against the mattress. 

"That IS a possibility."

With his Mom leaning forward Alex was exposed to an obscene amount of cleavage. 

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Monica gazed down into his eyes with a quirky little smile. 

"This is my bedroom too, remember? So if my boobs fall out of my top while I'm tickling you...then I guess you're just gonna have to deal with it."

"Deal with this," he said, quickly rolling his mom over onto her back.

Monica let out a playful SCREAM and found her son on top of her. She immediately brought her naked legs up and wrapped them around him.

When they both stopped giggling they found themselves sharing a prolonged gaze. The seeds of forbidden desire were just starting to sprout and they were both feeling it.

Being this close and flirty with his own voluptuous middle-aged mom was an absolute rush for young Alex.

For Monica, having her own innocent teenaged son between her legs was absolutely exhilarating.

Alex slowly pried himself out from between his mom's legs and off the bed, trying his best to conceal his growing erection.

 "I guess we should get back to work huh?"

Monica rose up, resting on one elbow and stared at him with a naughty little smile.

 "Get back here," she said softly, beckoning him with her finger.

Alex gazed at her for a second. Her long luscious legs were stretched out and her tube top pulled nearly off, revealing the tops of her enormous breasts.

Alex crawled back onto the mattress and Monica guided him back down between her silky legs. 

Again she threw them up around him, this time criss-crossing her ankles together above his ass, locking him in.

She could feel the obvious bulge resting against her. 

"We're not gonna be embarrassed, remember?"

"Yeah, yeah...I remember." Alex said, still somewhat timidly.

"You're not gonna try and hide it anymore, right?"

Alex nodded.

Monica giggled, lifted her head and planted a quick kiss on his lips "Thank you," she whispered, then unlocked her legs and watched the cute teen squirm away.

Before noon Monica and Alex were able to get most of her things moved out of the master bedroom, but their new bedroom was now a disorganized mess.

Alex came down with one of the final boxes from his mom's closet. "Hey Mom, what's this? It's a box that says 'honeymoon' on it."

Alex handed her the box. Monica placed it on the bed and opened it. "Oh, these are things from the honeymoon your father and I took to Mexico."

"Oh, like stuff you guys bought there?"

"Yup" she answered, thumbing through the items.

"That looks like a bikini." Alex said.

Monica lifted a skimpy pink string bikini from the box.

 "It is...it's the one I wore on the beach practically the entire time we were down there."

Alex stared at the tiny patches of fabric. "No way that thing's a bikini," he said jokingly.

"Do I have to prove it?"

Alex knew his answer, but he didn't wanna seem too excited. "If you want to, I guess."

"Well if I try it on I'm gonna have to do it before your sister gets home. It's not the kinda thing I'd want her seeing me in."

"I was just kidding, Mom. You don't really have to. Alex said, a little surprised that his Mom took his joke so seriously.

"No, I don't mind. I've been wanting to try it on again anyway. Just do me a favor and lower the shades. We don't need the neighbors seeing me parade around in this thing." Monica said with a giggle.

Alex's heart was racing. "Naw, I guess that wouldn't be good."

Monica carried the bikini out of the room. 

"Back in a few minutes."

It was the longest few minutes of Alex's life. Finally, he heard his mom stepping up the hallway.

"Just remember, I'm a little chunkier now than I was at 18," he heard his mom say as she approached.

As Monica rounded the corner and into the bedroom, Alex literally felt his mouth fall open.

The skimpy two-piece barely covered her. Huge rolls of tit-flesh were spilling out everywhere. 

The bikini fit snug around her curvaceous middle-aged body and the bottoms were so tight that they literally molded around the grooves of her snatch. 

Her dark tan against the pink nylon fabric looked stunning.

With one leg cocked out in front of her, Monica placed her hands on her hips and fed her son a playful smile. 

"Well, what do you think?"

Alex could hardly speak. "I see now why you wanted to close the shades."

Chapter 6

Monica giggled, then turned, displaying her backside for the captivated teen.

"Oh wow." Alex muttered.

They weren't g-string bottoms, but they were far from modest. Monica's meaty ass cheeks literally split out from under them and put on display the type of ass that boy's Alex's age dream about.

"Well, definitely more snug than it used to be." she said.

"Anybody home?" A female voice from the front door.

The voice startled Alex, but Monica seemed unphased as she looked out the door into the hallway. 

"Down here Momma."

Alex gazed at his mom like she was insane. She smiled back reassuringly. 

"It's ok...it's just Grandma."

Dolores stepped into the doorway with a huge smile. She was a gorgeous 57 year old. An older version of Monica, big tits and all.

"Well, look at you two. Having a fashion show here , are we?" Dolores said.

Monica kissed and hugged her mom. "I was just trying on an old bikini for Alex."

"God, I haven't seen you in that since we shopped before your wedding. Honey, you look stunning."

"Thanks, Momma," Monica smiled.

"And I'm sure my Grandson more than agrees, aren't you handsome?" Dolores asked as she stepped over and hugged Alex.

"Yeah, hi Grandma."

Dolores eye-balled the huge bed that filled the room. 

"I was just on my way over to say hi to John, thought I'd stop by and see how the new bedroom was coming along."

"Well, everything of mine is moved out of John's room, now I just have to start organizing." Monica said.

"Oh I think this room is going to be sooo perfect for the two of you...I really do." Dolores said, feeding her daughter a warm meaningful smile.

Monica smiled in return. "I do too."

Dolores turned towards her Grandson. "And sharing that big fluffy bed with such a beautiful mother. How exciting."

This made Alex smile and glance at Monica, who fed him a loving wink.

Dolores glanced at her daughter's huge tits. 

"Honey, I hate to say it but if those boobs get any bigger, you're gonna topple right over."

Monica's breasts jiggled as she laughed. 

"That's ok...I have a nice strong roommate to catch me if I do," she said, leaning against her son.

"Well remind me the next time you're over. I have a bunch of satin bras that are all 44 triple-d's. I never wear them and they might actually fit you now."

"Thanks, after I gave birth to Maria I think I left Double-D land for good." Monica said.

Dolores pulled a photograph out of the honeymoon box. It was a picture of John and Monica, newly married and on a beach in Mexico. 

John was holding Monica piggy-back style, her big bikini-clad tits were flattened against his back.

"What a happy memory." Dolores said.

Monica smiled, gazing at the picture.

 "You should take it with you and show John. I don't think he's seen that picture in years."

"Wonderful idea, darling. I better head over there now and let you two love-birds get back to work."

Monica walked with her Mom to the front door. 

"Love you, Momma. Tell John I'll give him a call a little later, ok."

Dolores left and Monica sashayed back into her and her son's bedroom.

 "Well, I better get out of this bikini before your sister gets home. Will you do me a huge favor?" Monica asked, batting her eyelashes.

"Sure Mom."

Monica stopped in front of him and rubbed his shoulder tenderly. "Will you take your sister to ballet while your mom stays here and works her magic in our bedroom?"

"No problem, Mom."

She gazed up at him with love in her eyes. 

"You're so good to me. You know, with everything that's happened...I'd be completely lost without you."

For the second time that day they shared a deep passionate gaze. 

Monica stood up on her cute little tip toes and brought her lips to her sons.

 "Thank you," she whispered.

She gave him a peck on the lips...then another...then another, gazing into his eyes and savoring his innocence.

They heard the SCREECH of brakes outside and Alex's eyes got big. 

"School bus!"

Monica gave him another quick peck. "Shit!" she giggled.

She started to leave, but then rushed back and gave her son more kisses, like a playful little schoolgirl. Both of them were laughing at this point.

"Geez, Mom."

Alex watched her gracefully trot out of the bedroom, her big fleshy tits bobbling wildly under the flimsy bikini sling.

"Well, you look chipper today, son-in-law of mine." Dolores said as she entered John's hospital room.

Chapter 7

"Chipper as one can be under the circumstances I guess." He smiled.

Dolores stepped over and sat on his bedside. 

"Well I just came from your place, Alex and Monica's room is looking wonderful. You should see them...they're so cute...like young newlyweds setting up their new bedroom together."

"I still don't think it's necessary," he said, shaking his head.

"You should be thankful. They're working their asses off today to make sure you have a comfortable room at home. I hope you appreciate the sacrifice that they're making."

"I'd appreciate being able to share a room with my wife."

Dolores glared at him. 

"Well, sweetheart, maybe you should have thought about these things before you went and played soldier and got yourself all banged up."

"Oh I'm sorry Dolores, I was out defending my country. What was I thinking," he answered sarcastically.

Dolores reached in her purse and pulled out the photograph. 

"Oh, before I forget I told Monica I'd bring this over for you to look at."

John smiled when he saw the picture. He and his wife looked so young and happy in it. 

"It's our honeymoon. I haven't seen this picture in years."

Dolores gazed at her daughter in the picture. "Wasn't she beautiful and she still looks just as dazzling in that little pink bikini. She was modeling it for Alex when I got to the house."

"She was wearing that bikini? In front of Alex?" John asked.

"Well John, maybe you've been too busy to notice, but Alex isn't a little boy anymore. He's more than old enough to handle seeing a gorgeous big breasted woman in a skimpy bikini."

"Well yeah, but when the gorgeous women is his mother, then that's a different story."

"Well darling let's be realistic, Monica may be his mother, but they're sharing a bedroom now. Alex's probably going to be seeing her in all sorts of skimpy things and chances are there will be times he even sees her completely naked." Dolores explained.

"No, you're wrong. Monica would never let that happen."

"Oh sweetie, I wouldn't be so sure about that. You and I both know that Monica is completely comfortable with her body. In fact I wouldn't be surprised if young Alex has already seen her in the nude."

John was getting a tad bit irritated at this point. "That may be the case, but I think she has a bit more modesty around her son than that."

"Well, I can tell you one thing for sure...that bikini she was wearing for him today sure wasn't covering much." Dolores countered.

"Yeah well, I guess I'll have to talk to her about that." John said.

Dolores giggled and rubbed her son-in-law's shoulder. "You do that, darling."

Late that afternoon Alex arrived back at the house after taking his sister to ballet. He and Maria entered the bedroom to find his mom straightening out one of her drawers. Other than that the room was finished.

Monica turned towards her son with a smile. "Tah-dah!" She said proudly.

The bedroom was bright and feminine. There were a few floral arrangements here and there and big fluffy white down on the bed, with delicate lace.

"Wow, this looks great, Mom." Alex said.

"You think so?"

Again, Maria stuck out her bottom lip. "Noo fair, I want mom to share my room with meeee."

"Speaking of your room, it's a disaster, young lady...let's get it clean okay?"

"Can you help me?" Maria pleaded.

"Go in and get started, I'll be in a few minutes to check up on you."

Maria hung her head low and marched to her own bedroom. Grinning from ear to ear, Monica motioned for her son to follow her to the closet. In the front half hung all of her clothing, but the back half, separated by a semi-transparent curtain divider, was Alex's retreat.

"As promised, I left you a little man-cave," she said with a giggle.

"Sweet," he smiled, pulling back the curtain to see his little space, which was just big enough for his swing chair and a few other things.

"Guess what?" Monica asked him, seeming anxious.

"What?"

"Your Grandma offered to take Maria for the night so you and I can go on a date."

Alex gave her a strange smile. "A date?"

"Yeah, you know...dinner, maybe a walk along the beach. Come on, it's Friday night...it'll be fun."

Alex giggled a little and nodded. "Okay I guess."

Later that evening Dolores came to get Maria and Monica and Alex got dressed up to go out. Since it was still warm out Alex decided on a pair of khaki shorts and a polo.

Maria rushed out the front door. "I'll be in the car Grandma."

"Okay, Pumpkin." Dolores said.

Dolores stepped up to her Grandson. "I think you've really made an impression on your mother here lately," she said, straightening his collar. 

"Boys who make an impression on their mother can sometimes find themselves on the receiving end of something very special."

Dolores gave him a smiling wink. "Have fun tonight...and don't be afraid to romance her."

Alex was watching baseball in the living room when he heard the click of his mom's heels coming down the hallway.

"Ready to hit the town, handsome?" She asked.

Monica sashayed towards her son in a black knit, stretch-fit mini-dress, which had a sleeveless, tie-back halter top. It looked as though it were sculpted around her curves. She had on a little make-up, but didn't need much. Her feet were arched in a dainty pair of black mini-platform leather sandals, with 4 ½ inch spiked heels.

Alex's heart beat heavy as his eyes traveled from her sexy little feet up her smooth luscious legs.

"Wow, you look great, Mom."

She fed him a flirty little smile, raising one eyebrow. "You look pretty good yourself, Romeo."

Chapter 8

Monica took her son to a nice restaurant. A hot middle-aged mom out with an attractive teenaged boy resulted in more than a few whispers amoung other patrons.

"I saw them setting up for the tri-city carnival over at the fairgrounds today." Alex said as they ate.

"Mmm, I love that fair. We should go this year." Monica answered.

"Dad hates that fair. He says he doesn't trust all those creepy carny people that put those rides together."

Monica took a sip up wine. "Well then your dad can stay home and you and I'll go."

Alex chuckled. "And I'm sure Maria will want to tag along."

"Well too bad. I'm sure she'll be going with her friends like she did last year. I refuse to listen to her or you dad whine every time you and I want to spend time alone together."

Monica cell phone went off and she looked at it. "Speaking of your father...shit, I forgot to call him before we left."

Monica answered and Alex listened to her conversation while he ate.

"Hey, honey...yeah I'm sorry...things just got really busy. How are you doing?"

John sat in his hospital bed on the phone with the ballgame on. "Ready to get out of this damn hospital and eat some real food."

"I bet. Did they say what time they're bringing you home tomorrow?"

"No, they just said sometime in the morning. What are you guys up to tonight?" John asked.

"Well, right now Alex and I are out to dinner at Seasons. Mom took Maria for the night."

John seemed surprised. "Seasons huh, pretty expensive night out."

"Yeah well, Alex's been a big help lately. I wanted to take him somewhere special."

John glanced down at the honeymoon photograph on his lap. "Well I heard he got to see his mom in a pretty provocative bikini today...wasn't that special enough?"

"Well I don't know...I guess you'd have to ask him how special it was." Monica said, looking across the table and giving her son a wink.

Alex took a bite of his dinner and seemed confused. "How special what was?"

John didn't seem amused. "Come on Monica, do you really think that's something you should be wearing around him? I mean it's hardly modest even by today's standards."

Monica forced a smile. "John, I really can't have this conversation with you right now. Alex and I are gonna finish eating and take a walk along the beach, so call me in the morning just before they bring you home okay?"

"Alright...well enjoy your dinner, tell Alex I love him and I can't wait to see you guys tomorrow."

Monica gazed across at her son with a tender smile. Her bright green eyes radiating pure love. 

"I will. Sweet dreams, hon."

"You too. Love you babe." John said.

On the way home Monica was kinda quiet. Alex glanced over at her. "You ok, Mom...you seem upset?"

"No, sweetie, I'm fine. I just...I could really use that walk on the beach. You game?"

A few minute later Monica slipped off her heels and took her son by the hand, leading him onto the moonlit beach.

"Wow, it's really pretty out here at night...and empty." Alex said.

"It's magical. Places like this make me think of all my hopes and dreams...everything I still want out of life." Monica said.

Alex glanced over at her and noticed how graceful she moved, even in the sand. The swell of her big busts seemed to tremble with each step. 

"So what is it you still want out of life?"

Monica thought about it for a moment. "I want love...I want passion...I want intimacy....I want more pleasure and more babies..."

"More babies...really?" Alex asked.

"Of course, I'm only 38, goofball. I would love to get pregnant again," she said, squeezing his hand.

"So do you think dad..."

"Do I think dad what?" Monica asked.

"Oh, never mind."

Monica stopped and faced her son. "Do I think dad will be able to get me pregnant?"

"Yeah."

Monica seemed somber, yet hopeful. "I don't know yet. With this whole paralysis thing I...I just don't know."

"Well dad loves you...I'm sure he will if he can."

Monica gazed at her son and nodded.

 "Yeah well, this is our time together right now, so I really don't wanna talk about your father okay?

Alex nodded.

Monica moved in for a big tit-squashing hug. Rather than separate, she rested her head against her son's shoulder. Alex slid his hand onto her soft well rounded hips.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"For what?"

"For being my strength through all this," she said.

Her warm fleshy tits felt so good mashed against Alex's chest. "You don't have to thank me, Mom. It's just what son's do."

"I know...but the past few days I feel like you've been more than a son," she said, pulling back and gazing into his eyes. "You've been my best friend."

Alex smiled. "That's cool that we can be like that."

"Yes it is." Monica said, then raised up on her tip-toes and gave him a soft peck on the lips. 

"Let's go home," she whispered.

A half hour later Alex was crawling into the giant king-sized bed that filled their bedroom. Sleeping in the same bed as his mom would be sort of strange, yet exciting all at the same time.

Chapter 9

"So what side do you want on the bed, Mom," he asked.

Monica was in the closet changing, but Alex was unable to see her. "It doesn't matter, sweetie, but I have to warn you...I do have a tendency to be a blanket hog," she giggled.

"That's ok, I usually get hot at night anyway."

Monica turned off the light in the closet and stepped across the room. She was wearing Alex's big high school hockey jersey, which fell just below her ass.

"Nice jersey." Alex said.

"Thanks, it belongs to my hockey hottie of a son. Hope he doesn't mind me wearing it to bed tonight."

Alex shook his head, watching his mom crawl into bed. "Not at all."

Monica fell onto her back so that her and Alex were laying side by side, looking up at the ceiling.

"I had fun tonight," she said.

"Me too...dinner was awesome."

"The walk on the beach was nice too," she said softly.

"Yeah." Alex muttered.

There was a period of awkward silence before Monica turned her head to look at her son. 

"Alex...will you hold me?"

Alex's heart started racing. "Umm sure."

Monica moved up against him, resting her head on his chest and drapping one leg over the top of one of his. Alex marveled at how soft and smooth it felt. "Good night," she whispered.

"Night, Mom."

His mom's sweet fragrance lingered around them as they drifted off to sleep.

Sometime in the early morning hours Alex woke up and noticed that his Mom was no longer laying against him. She was still nearby, but was laying on her tummy.

Alex sat up as he realized that she was uncovered and that the jersey had bunched up around her waist, leaving her panty-covered ass on open display. As if that wasn't thrilling enough, the 

white panties she was wearing were completely sheer.

The room was too dark to make out the finer details, but there was just enough light for Alex to make out the crack of her meaty ass and the hairless cleft of her vulva.

The curious teen felt the blood race to his loins. His heart was pounding with wicked excitement as he carefully leaned in for a closer look.

As he crept in closer he could see a few more details. Monica's buttocks was slightly spread apart and he could see the ring of her cute little butt-hole. He could also just make out her fleshy inner pedals as they peeked out from between the thick outer lips of her labia.

Then it hit him...the aroma of female pussy. His mom's pussy.

"H-h-holy shit," he thought, as he reached down and squeezed the end of his hardening bulge.

Monica suddenly shifted and Alex quickly fell onto his back to fake sleep. To his surprise, he felt his Mom crawl over to him, only this time she layed directly on top of him.

His cock lurched as he felt her braless tits roll out onto his chest. Their warm spongy softness, separated by only thin nylon fabric was absolutely euphoric.

His brick hard erection was now trapped against her pubic bone. Monica rested her head against his shoulder and nustled in close, giving his neck a tender kiss.

Sleep didn't come easy this way for poor Alex. His cock throbbed for what seemed like hours before he drifted off to sleep again.

He woke to his mom's smiling face as she gazed down into his eyes.

"Good morning sunshine," she said.

"Hi...what time is it?"

"Not really sure...still early I think. Oh wait...I know exactly what time it is..." Monica said, her eyes getting big.

"What time?"

She quickly dug her fingers into his ribs, making her son flop like a fish. "IT'S TICKLE TIME!"

"Oh God no...not that!" Alex laughed.

Monica quickly mounted him as she continued her playful attack. "Ohh yes, that!" She giggled.

With his lengthy erection squashed against her mons, Alex thrust his hips up and down, trying to buck her off. This forced Monica to fall forward, dropping her chest against his. As Alex flopped around, lifting him and his mom off the bed over and over, Monica's big braless tits bounced and bobbled against him.

"Ohh, Mom, you gotta stop!" Alex begged, while laughing hestarically.

"What's wrong, am I bothering that big monster in your boxers?" She asked playfully.

"No, but I do have to pee."

Kristren wouldn't let up. "Of course you do...that's why they call it a piss hard on, silly boy."

As much as Alex hated being tickled, the warm flesh of his mom's voluptuousness smothering his lean teenaged body was beyond what words could describe.

John wheeled himself in the front door of the house and was kinda surprised at how quiet it was. He heard his wife let out a mischievous GIGGLE from somewhere inside.

Wheeling himself down the hallway, John peeked just inside Monica and Alex's bedroom.

"Get back over here, young man," he heard Monica tease.

John could see his wife and son frolicking under the covers. Their bodies formed a big bulge in the blankets, which rolled to one side, bounced a few times, then rolled back again, half-way across the bed.

"I mean it, Mom. You gotta stop!"

"When I'm ready," she giggled.

John saw his wife's naked legs slide out from under the blankets. It was obvious now that Alex was on top of her as her smooth tan legs crept up and around his midsection.

John felt jealous, yet strangely aroused as he watched his wife's strong luscious legs clutch around their teenaged son's body. Her cute little tan bare feet flexed and pointed, making John remember all those times he had looked back in the mirror of their bedroom while he bucked in her saddle.

He looked across the room and sure enough, there on the wall across from the bed was his favorite mirror.

"Good morning, kids!" John finally said.

Chapter 10

He saw Monica's head pop up over her son's shoulder and look at him, her hair disheveled.

"John??"

John tried not to show how bothered he was. "Yup, just got here. The guys are getting ready to bring the bed in."

Monica slid out from under her son and off the bed. The big jersey was slipping off her shoulder and she straightened it as she padded towards her husband on bare feet.

"You said you would call me," she said.

John noticed she was wearing Alex's jersey, but bit his tongue. "Yeah sorry, it all happened kinda fast this morning."

"Ohh...well..." she bent over and gave him a quick kiss, still seeming a bit out of breath from the mornings activities.

 "Welcome home, sweetheart" she said with a soft smile.

John looked over and saw his son sitting up in bed. A bed that was once his. "Hey, dad," Alex said, seeming a bit uncomfortable.

Later that day, after getting John's room situated Monica went down to her and Alex's bedroom and found him in the man cave on his cell phone.

As Alex sat in his swing talking he saw his mom pull back the curtain just a tiny bit. Monica was wearing a knee legth smocked strapless dress and her hair was pulled back in a pony. She was in a cute little stance, with one leg straight, the other bent at the knee. The heel of her front foot was kicked up and her cute little toes, with their red toenails, squatting against the floor.

She smiled down at him almost playfully and blew him a kiss.

"Hey Mom, do you care if I hit the tri-state fair for a few hours with Tim and Mitch?"

Monica nodded, but seemed a tad disappointed. "As long as you three don't cause trouble."

"Cool, she said I could go. All right dude, I'll see you in an hour. Bye." Alex said into the phone.

"Thanks, Mom, it's the opening day and there's gonna be a few cool bands there."

Monica dropped down to her knees and crawled up between her son's legs. "I thought WE were going to the fair together?" Monica said with a little pouty face.

Alex leaned back in the swing chair and watched as his mom crawled right up onto him like a prowling cougar. Her massive tits made the bust of the smock stretch way out and as she leaned up against him they half-flattened against his chest. "We can still go," he said.

She softly kissed his lips. 

"You promise?" She asked, gazing down at him with those big gleaming green eyes.

"Yeah."

Monica fed him another smacking kiss, slower this time. "You swear?"

"Of course, we can go tomorrow if you want."

Monica turned over and sat on her son's lap, smothering his hard pecker in soft butt cheeks. 

She stretched her sexy legs straight out and leaned back against him.

"Your sister's going today with her friends, so don't be surprised if you run into her there."

Alex was sorta taken back at the way his mom was sitting on him, but he tried not to show it. 

"Oh great, she'll probably be asking me for money."

Monica giggled as she used her legs to slowly swing them up and back a few times. "I'll make sure she has plenty so she'll leave you and your friends alone."

Speaking of the obnoxious little sister, Maria snuck into Monica and Alex's bedroom and quietly peeked into the closet. Through the curtain she could see her mom sitting on Alex's lap, leaning back against his chest comfortably.

"Sure you don't want to hang around here with me today... I think we might have our own little carnival ride here." Monica said, as she made them swing freely off the floor.

From the way he was sitting Alex had quite the view. With his mom against his back like this he could stare straight down her smock, into her monster cleavage. When he gazed straight out, he could see her shimmering legs extended out, her sexy little bare feet pointed as they swung up and back only a foot from the floor.

Monica felt the teenaged dick flex against her ass.

"We could call our ride the amazing boner swing," she giggled.

"Yeah, funny, Mom."

Monica turned her head and kissed his cheek. "I hope you're not still embarrassed about those."

"Well I had one this morning when you were tickling me...I was ok with it then wasn't I?" Alex asked.

"Mmm that you were...and I was pretty ok with it too." Monica said, quickly squeezing her buttocks around the long pipe tucked snug between it's cheeks.

"That's a relief...seeing as it gets like that a lot." Alex said.

"Well one thing's for sure...it feels pretty darn big...and strong too," she said, feeling her heart flutter.

"What does?"

"That lump in your shorts, silly," she giggled.

"Isn't that how they're suppose to feel?"

"Not when it's your mom's sitting on your lap." Monica said almost jokingly.

"I'm sorry, guess it is kinda wrong huh."

Monica kept swinging them, which made her butt-hole grind along the underside of the stiff throbbing cylinder of cock-meat.

 "Don't apologize, goofball. Do you hear your mom complaining?"

Maria raced from the doorway and into her father's room. John was sitting up in bed watching a baseball game.

"Hey, Pumkin, what are you up to?" John asked, as she climbed up on the bed next to him.

"Mommy's sitting on Alex's lap."

"She is huh...in the kitchen?" John asked.

"No, in Alex's closet, on his swing chair. They were talking about the lump in Alex's shorts." Maria said.

John look at his daughter, confused. "The lump in his shorts?"

"Daddy, is that when a boys pee-pee gets hard?" Maria asked.

"Honey, you're way too young to know about that stuff."

"I think it is...cuz mommy was sitting on Alex's pee-pee in the closet and she said it felt big and strong."

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