The day before the fall break, Mom was waiting for me when I came home from school and asked that I sat next to her.

Not sure what this was about, I took a seat next to her on the sofa, and she then informed me how the school had called once again, saying I still lacked in my studies.

Wow, that news bummed me out since I genuinely figured I was doing much better.

I think Mom also knew I was disappointed and said, "Are you still having trouble sleeping?"

I just slowly shook my head and then heard her say, "So what I suggested you do is working?"

"Yeah, Mom. I'm sorry, I don't understand how my grades are still down. I've been getting 'C's' on my tests."

"Well, that's it then," I heard and gave her a puzzled look. "You need to get higher grades than that since you've done so poorly in the past."

"But Mom..." I was cut off.

"No buts, Mr. You're just going to have to do better, and that's all there is to it. So get ready for me to help you again."

I sadly agreed and was just about to go sulk in my room when I heard Mom sigh loudly, "Okay, maybe quizzes aren't the answer. How about we try something a little different tonight instead?"

"Really? Like what?"

"I can't say for sure since I'm still a little foggy about this myself. But for starters, how about after supper we watch a little television before we try anything. Maybe by then, I'll have a handle on this."

I happily agreed, so after dinner, I joined Dad in the living room as he was resting in his lazy boy watching the evening news while Mom finished the dishes.

"No homework?" Dad asked as I took a seat next to him on the sofa.

"Mom suggested we watch TV first."

"Oh, okay, I guess she knows best."

The news was just about over when Mom came into the room and sat next to me.

It was at that moment when Mom settled next to me that my old wicked thoughts once again immerged from my twisted brain while I gazed upon her attire.

Mom's clothing wasn't anything special. Just an ordinary long button-down white top and a pair of tight blue jeans.

However, it was what I noticed that was affecting me.

As she bent to sit down, I spied two of her top buttons had come unclasped, revealing a small portion of her breast.

Seeing Mom's cleavage like that quickly ignited my old wicked thinking, and needless to say, my dick started to perk up.

Shaking my head, I forced myself to watch the television. Hoping it might help clear my improper contemplations and noticed Dad had changed the channel to some movie that was about to start.

However, as we watched the beginning of the movie, I caught out of the corner of my eye Mom fidgeting around with her top. I just figured Mom must have noticed the buttons herself and had fixed them because, after wards, she spread her arm across the back of the couch and asked, "So what's this movie about?"

Of course, I looked at Mom to answer but stopped short when I noticed a few more buttons were unclasped on her shirt, exposing a good portion of the top of her breast to my eyes, and stuttered, "I... I... I'm not sure."

Shockingly, Mom grinned as if she was aware of how she was affecting me and said, "Something wrong, Tucker?"

Still stunned, I just shook my head and watched as Mom turned her head swiftly towards my father and said, "What's the movie about honey."

If Dad responded, I don't know because her actions only opened her blouse more, and now I was ogling at her barely covered puppies tucked nicely behind a light-colored lacy bra.

Immediately I was stiff and started to fidget around. That's when Mom swung herself back into place, and I saw her glancing down at my swollen member and say, "Why don't you turn off the light next to you, Tucker."

Quickly, I flicked the switch, and Mom replied, "That's better, isn't it?"

"Yeah, Mom, it is."

So there I was stiff and in the darkness with my parents, trying to ever so slyly glance over at my mother's chest while she watched the movie.

However, halfway through the movie, Mom flipped her feet up on my lap and caught me square in the groin, and whispered, "You think you can massage my feet; they're really sore today."

I felt a sudden urge to thrust my already hard cock into her heel, but thankfully Mom shifted it lower onto my thigh, giving me a chance to get a grip on my craving, and croaked, "Sh... sure, Mom."

I felt the sweat building on my brow as I lightly rubbed Mom's feet while her heel rested close to my solid shaft. This was driving me wild, and I was having a hard time controlling myself. Then suddenly, Mom shifted her leg and brushed it over my tool, and I gasped.

This time I couldn't stop and heaved upward just as Mom pulled her foot away completely and tucked them under her ass, and said, "Thanks, sweetie."

My head was spinning, and I was about to say, "Anytime, Mom."

Accept that's when I noticed Dad had fallen asleep in his chair and just gave the nod instead.

I guess in my state of lost confusion, I also wasn't aware the movie had ended and heard Mom say in a barely audible tone, "Ok, head up to your room quietly, so you don't wake your father. I'm going to change, and I'll meet you there."

I nodded again and did what she said. Honestly, I had forgotten what Mom told me earlier and did what I usually do by spreading my books out all over my bed.

I swear it was only a couple of minutes before Mom entered wearing the same long white top and nothing else. I gasped as I noticed how the shirt just about covered her crotch.

But then I heard Mom say, "Okay, Tucker, I think we should discuss something before I help you."

"Huh? What? I'm ah..."

"Shhh... Just listen. I know you said masturbating to those older women was helping."

"They are. I mean were."

Mom shushed me again and said, "I couldn't help but notice which one of those women you were spending the most time looking at."

I swallowed hard as she continued, "I guess what you said is true about having sexual feelings for me because I'm sure you noticed how much that girl looked like me."

Now I was feeling guilty but noticed Mom went and locked my door before saying with a sigh, "I guess there's just one thing that I could do that might give you enough incentive to do better."

"What's that?" I replied as Mom walked closer to me.

"Take off your pants, Tucker."

"Mom?"

"Just do it before I change my mind."

I slipped off my pants and then heard Mom say, "The underwear too."

"Huh?"

Not sure where this was going, I couldn't help but start to get stiff.

Mom looked down at my half swollen cock while I watched her undo the last of the buttons and heard her say, "What I'm about to do never leaves this room, you understand?"

My hand immediately covered my hardening crotch as I croaked, "It won't."

"Good," Mom replied as she unbuttoned the rest of her shirt, letting it puddle to the floor, exposing her marvelous naked figure before my eyes for the first time.

I was in awe as I drank in Mom's beauty from head to toe while my hand uncontrollable grasped my stiff wood.

And if that wasn't enough I, then heard Mom whisper, "I want you to jerk off to me."

That was it. My hand stroked viciously up and down my shaft while Mom looked on.

This was amazing, and I was getting extremely excited, and then I heard mom coo, "So did hearing me masturbate last night get you excited?" and noticed her hand hovered in front of her mound.

Oh, Fuck! My mind screamed as I nodded.

In bewilderment, I watched as Mom's fingers lightly dabble at her clit while I was bringing myself closer to a climax.

"That's it, sweetie. Mm-hymn... That's it. Ahh... Mommy's getting wet also. Can you cum for Mommy?"

"Oh nnn. Fuck, Mom!" I groaned.

"Oh... AHH! Yes... Mommy's close also," I heard her hiss as her fingers dipped between her folds. "Cum with me. Cum with Mommy!"

"Oh fuck, Mom!" I grunted as the first of my sperm exploded out of my shaft, landing on Mom's right thigh.

"Ahhhh... Ohhhh... MMM!!" Mom whimpered while her body shuddered in front of me.

I just finished quivering all over the place when Mom reached down and picked up her shirt and said, "Okay, I want you to clean yourself up. I'll be right back, and we'll talk."

Okay, I said and watched as Mom quietly unlocked my door and peeked out before skedaddling away.

Mom returned a few minutes later, wearing her red satin pajamas, took a seat next to me on my bed, and said, "Was that better than looking at my laptop?"

"My God, Mom! Of course, it was. I can't describe how great that was."

"Okay then, listen carefully, because if you ever want that to happen again, I have some stipulations."

"Anything Mom."

"First and most importantly, your father or anyone else, for that matter, can never know that this is taking place, got it?"

I just nodded.

"Secondly, if I ever feel uncomfortable, we stop immediately. Is that clear?"

"Sure, Mom!" I eagerly replied, not caring what I agreed to.

"Lastly, this won't be a regular thing; you're going to have to earn it."

"Huh? Earn it?"

"Yes... I shouldn't be doing this with you at all. However, your condition, for some reason, is fixated on me. God knows why. I think it might give you more incentives to get better grades. So for every 'A', you get. We'll do that again. That is as long as your father isn't around at the time. I just took a big risk with him sleeping right downstairs, and I'm not going to risk it again."

"So only when Dad is away?"

"Yes, that and a good grade."

"But an A Mom? How about a B?"

"No, an A deserves something special. Is it a deal?"

"Yeah, okay, I guess," I said, pouting.

"It's that, or we go back to quizzes."

"Fine an A it is."

"Good, now get some sleep," Mom replied and left me with my thoughts.

I just watched her tight little behind wiggled out of my room and thought, God, I hope I get more A's.

I lay back and pondered over what took place and then realized Mom also got off.

This revelation made me wonder if there was a way I could get mom to do other things—more unthinkable stuff with me. I fell asleep engrossed with all the sexual things I would like to do with her, and of course, it only led to another vivid dream.

This one was of Mom naked and masturbating with me only instead of us both getting ourselves off; she leaned over and inhaled my swollen knob.

"FFffuckk..." I groaned in my sleep as her head bobbed feverishly on my cock. I felt myself shudder as my cock exploded and awoke covered in my cum.

God. If only she did that for real. I thought and realized the only way it would ever happen is by doing better in school.

It was then that I set my mind to it, and two days later had my first test. Thankfully, this test was easy, and I was super excited when I saw that 'A' on my paper.

I was happy Dad wasn't home that evening, and after supper, when I showed Mom my paper and noticed a little smirk come across her face as she said, "See, I guess a little incentive goes a long way."

"I think you're right, Mom."

Mom looked me in the eyes and replied, "I'll meet you in your room after I finish the dishes."

"You want me to help?"

Mom paused and said, "Well, that's a first. You aren't in a rush, are you?"

"Maybe?" I said, glancing down at her firm rear.

Mom chuckled, "Thanks, but it won't take me that long to finish, so just head up to your room."

As if my pants were on fire, I dashed up the steps and stripped off all my clothes while I waited for Mom. However, time seemed to stop, and I started to become over-anxious.

I was just about to get up from my bed when Mom walked in wearing nothing but a towel.

"I see you're ready," Mom said and proceeded to remove the towel that covered her luscious figure.

My dick quickly started to stiffen as my mouth watered to the beauty that was standing before me.

Mom sat next to me and said, "Shall we begin?"

"Mm-hymn," I croaked and took hold of my solid shaft.

Mom spread her legs and started to dabble with her outer lips and cooed, "Are you going to cum with me again?"

"Oh yes..." I hissed as my hand went faster.

I watched as Mom's fingers disappear inside her snatch, and she moaned, "Yes. Oh yes. Cum with Mommy. Show me your cum."

"Fffuck, Mom..." I groaned. Her words were getting me extremely hot. However, when her hand also squeezed my upper thigh while she wailed, "Oh... OH MOMMY'S CUMMING!!" I lost it and exploded all over my body while she thrashed next to me.

I lay back on my bed and relished in the aftermath of what happened. However, when Mom's hands started to run over my body, I glanced up quickly and noticed her wiping the sperm off my body with the towel she had worn.

Her light touch was sending shivers through my body. Suddenly, she ran the towel over my groin, and I couldn't help but heave up and then felt her hand encompassing my cock while lightly stroking up and down with the towel.

I swallowed hard as my cock commenced to stiffen again. But alas, as fast as it started, mom stopped and said, "Okay, I think I got it all."

Mom then shockingly kissed me lightly on the lips before standing completely up and, with the towel still in her hand, said, "Now get some rest. I'll see you in the morning."

Stunned, I replied, "Okay, mom," and watched as her naked body strutted away.

That night I thought about how mom had rubbed my cock with the towel and how she kissed my lips and theorized the images she found on her laptop might have had something to do with it.

That gave me an idea, so come the next day, I started to look for images of Mom's double giving any kind of sexual pleasure to a young lad.

Thankfully, it wasn't hard to find, and I saved several pictures of her stroking and sucking a guy's cock that was around my age.

With my wicked plan to test my theory into getting Mom more interested in doing more sexual things with me, I excitedly waited to see what might occur.

Unfortunately, two things happened when I took my next exam. I had only gotten a 'B,' and secondly, after telling Mom about it, she had me sit down for a talk.

"Listen, Tucker," Mom said as she nervously bounced a foot over her crossed legs.

"I couldn't help but notice that you saved some pictures of that girl on my computer."

"Um... Yeah... Sorry Mom, I forgot I did that," I lied.

Mom was silent for a couple of seconds and then said, "You still need to look at her? Even after all we've done?"

"No, Mom. What we have done is fantastic. Really... I guess... I just find those pictures hot also."

Again, Mom was reticent. But finally said, "I hope you're aware that I couldn't do that to you, right? I mean, that would be taking this way beyond what a Mother and Son should do."

I sighed, "I know, Mom. "But it doesn't mean I can't imagine it."

"Tucker!" Mom shouted.

"Well, it's the truth, Mom. I'm sorry, but I can't help how I feel."

"Okay, let's just drop the subject, and in the future, please clean off the pictures when you're done using my computer."

"I will, Mom," was the last thing I said before she walked away.

Over the next two day's Mom wasn't as vocal as usual, and I knew what we talked about had to be what was troubling her.

Then it hit me. What if Mom changed her mind about our agreement? That scared me, and I hoped it wasn't true. But there was no way I would know for sure until my next test.

The Friday before Thanksgiving, I had an English test and passed with an 'A.'

Unfortunately, I knew Dad would be home this weekend, so I knew nothing would happen until Monday at the earliest. That is, if Mom was going to do anything at all.

This kind of bummed me out, and I think Mom knew it also because when I handed her my test paper, she touched my cheek lovingly and replied, "I'm very proud of you, Tucker."

"Thanks, Mom," I said and sat at the kitchen table, holding my head in my hands.

"Why don't you go do something before dinner? You still have time."

"Sorry, Mom, I'm not up for anything."

"Suit yourself," Mom replied and went back to cooking.

My depression lingered as I ate and spent more time playing with my food than actually eating it and heard Mom ask, "You okay?"

"Sorry, Mom, I'm just not that hungry, alright if I just go to my room?"

"Sure, dear."

I took my time getting to my room and crashed on my bed for the night in no rush.

My mind went back and forth over whether I made a mistake to let Mom see those pictures, but eventually, I fell asleep.

It wasn't until the middle of the night when I was awoken by Mom slipping into my room and heard her whisper, "Shhhh, your father is sleeping," that I thought she was still keeping to our agreement and quickly became overjoyed.

Mom closed and latched my door softly before proceeding to tip toe next to me and hushed, "Take off your pants."

I happily obligated her request, and she sat next to my side and...