you_degenerate

Story by unknown author

By 13, a boy should have his own room. Well, tough shit to whoever said that, because the tour bus only had one bedroom and only one bed. Lemy didn't mind sharing it with his mom, and she didn't mind sharing it with her son. Lyra might've complained, but she wasn't there anymore- she'd gone and joined a nunnery as soon as she was 18. She kept in touch through constant letters and a weekly phone call, but her days of moral lording over her family had come to an end.

And it really showed. Not tame already by any means, Luna REALLY got into the rockstar lifestyle. It was parties five days of the week, one day for playing, and another spent recovering to do it all again. And she thought her 'little dude' was just a regular dude now, so Lemy was allowed to go with to the same parties. Nothing said bonding like a kid having to drag his mother bed after she passed out drunk, or her forgiving her son for puking all over her because she had the unfortunate timing of being on the toilet when he woke after his very first night of trying alcohol and tried running to the bathroom.

But by virtue of spending more time together, the two actually were closer than they'd ever been.

There was something else that should happen to boys by the time they're 13: puberty. Lemy definitely had that box checked for a good year now. Taking an interest in girls, getting the 'talk', all that jazz. The urges that came with it though were harder to manage. Wrecking the tour bus' plumbing was a real threat. But the only three places they ever were were the bus, parties, and concerts. Some people may be able to get theirs rocks off in public, hell some even might enjoy it, but not Lemy.

His pent up state had been noticed by the last person he wanted. Then again, he could really hide it when he shared a bed with her and woke up at full mast. His mom had just laughed about it and how horrified he was. But otherwise, she'd just ignored it.

And then one day she'd offered to 'help' him with the problem. Or rather night. She'd been drunk and noticed him watching some of the more scantily dressed adult teens and women at the party and how he was trying and failing to keep his crotch hidden. So she'd proposed sneaking him into the women's room with her to help rid him of his issue.

He'd been freaked the fuck out at first. This was his mom, a person he'd idolized and been attached too since he was little. But it wasn't like it wasn't normal in this family. And it didn't help that the type of women he preferred were like her, and what's better than the original? He'd meekly accepted, and three minutes later he was in nirvana and heaven in one. He didn't care about the implications it felt so damn good.

From that night forward, she'd always made it clear she was there in case he needed relief. Just for him. He'd taken her up on it many times, and he knew, without guilt, he'd do it many times still.

Tonight was one such night. And like all the nights before, it all started with a subtle hint. In this case, it was while he was walking his slightly tipsy mom back to the tour bus as she leaned against him. After checking the coast was clear, he let his hand in the small of her back drift south little by little until it was resting on her rump. It didn't take long for her to notice. "Feeling frisky, dude?" She slurred, looked down at him. The was too embarrassed to vocally confirm, so he gave it a slight squeeze. "I get it dude." She purred. She stood up a little straight. Now her son wasn't escorting her back to the bus, she was leading her boy trembling with anticipation back.

It was after they stepped into the deserted confines of the tour bus did Luna pick her son up and swing him around to pull him against her. "Oooh." She felt his excitement pressing through his jeans against her leg. "Really pent up tonight, huh dude." She moved her leg against him, and Lemy groaned into her shirt. She ran a hand through his thick hair and stepped back before sauntering off into the back bedroom. After standing still a moment to make sure movement wouldn't cause him to go off in his jeans, he followed.

Some nights he need only lay in bed and she'd do all the work. Sometimes she let him do whatever he wanted. When he stepped into the bedroom and saw her on her hands and knees on the bed with her backside facing him, he knew it was one of the latter nights. He hurriedly pulled off his jeans and boxes and climbed onto the bed and got on his knees behind her.

He grabbed the hem of her leather skirt and pushed it up above her waist. He took a few moments to admire and run his hands over her ass, covered by a full pair of black panties. It was bony rather than plump like a lot of girls. Just in general his mom was thinner than a lot of other women. Even Lyra was more than twice as endowed as their mother in all areas. Didn't keep his motor from running though. He grabbed them and pulled them down, Luna silently lifting her knees so he could get them all the way off and tossed to the side.

She usually took care to shave, but tonight her son was looking a little further north. He felt himself twitch a little as he ran his fingers over the freckles on her ass before using them to part her cheeks like the Red Sea. "Someone's feeling adventurous tonight." His mother teased. He steadied his breathing as he lined himself up with the tiny hole. It wasn't a hard fit, even going in dry, but it took some effort.

Luna hummed as she felt the tip against the entrance, then exhaled sharply when he started to push it in, hands gripping wads of the bed covers beneath her. Lemy let out a shuddering breath. He pressed just a little harder and got a little further in. His hands moved to her hips and he started to gently pull her back as he pushed, putting himself slowly deeper.

They'd tried doing this once on the road. A suddenly lurch their driver had done because of an asshole cutting them off had ended up putting him balls deep in just an instant. He'd gone off immediately, and Luna had been walking funny for days after.

He kept going slow, pushing himself in and pulling her back, till he was a good ways in. "Ooooh." He groaned as her warm insides pushed down against him. It felt so damn good!

"You in?" His mom rasped.

"Yeah." He gasped. Luna's body relaxed. They stayed connected like that for a few second before Lemy leaned back and then forward. Back, and then forth. His thrusts were slow at first. He was savoring the blissful feeling. For Luna, this was not for personal pleasure; it was for his sake only. But she wouldn't deny it felt good and she made a pleased noise in her throat as her son screwed her.

About a minute in, Lemy's thrusting got less rhythmic and more lurching and rough. His eyes were squeezed shut and he grunted with every movement as euphoria washed over him and he lost his coordination. He didn't have much in terms of stamina, and these sessions usually didn't last more than five minutes. He was close.

"Go on dude." Luna gasped. She knew it too by the way his fingernails dug tightly into her hips. "Rocks off."

He fucked harder, making the bed creek and nearly making his mom collapse. The pressure in his loins was still building. He went harder and faster till he finally went over the edge. Lemy moaned in ecstasy, and Luna shivered as she felt herself getting filled. He gave a few more slow thrusts to make sure he was completely spent. He'd completely overfilled her ass up with his seed, and lot of it was dripping onto the bed below. A little bit was even trailing down her back.

"Oof." Luna shifted onto her elbows as Lemy slumped forward onto her back. He lay there panting in exertion for a moment. His head was in the crook of her neck and he basked in the scent on sweat, cigarette smoke, and beer. Finally he had enough energy to push himself back up. He extracted himself from his mom with a wet pop and rolled over next to her, staring up in the ceiling in a daze of mixed bliss and exhaustion.

Luna shifted to her side and propped her head up with her arm. She looked at her son and smiled at the pleased look on his face. "You enjoy it, dude?" She asked.

"Y-yeah." He croaked, drained in pretty much every way possible. She reached over and pulled him over into and embrace. She only had to hold him for less then a minute before he was fast asleep.

"G'night, little dude." Luna whispered.