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A mother does something she never thought she would
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I'm telling those of you who like it and I'm warning those that don't...There's a lot of build-up in this one. If you're one that can't wait for the fucking...Ya better skip down some.

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I ]came in the back door after potting some Inpatients to put on the front stoop. It was a beautiful, normal Sunday morning. I had no way of knowing all that was about to change.
I washed my hands in the kitchen sink and thought I might catch a quick shower. I grabbed the basket of clean clothes off the dryer so I could put them away and headed upstairs.
My son’s clothes were on top so I stopped at his room first. I had no idea he was even home. I opened his door and stepped in with my basket of clothes.

I was stunned, shocked. I found my son sitting on the edge of his bed with no pants on and his girlfriend kneeling on the floor between his legs. I couldn’t really see what she was doing, her back was to me, but it was quiet obvious to me what was going on.

“Oh my God!”
I dropped my basket of clothes when my hands shot up to cover my mouth.
“MOM!!!” Joey shouted at me.

Jenny, Joey’s girlfriend, jumped to her feet.
“Oh my God!” she whispered to Joey and then she ran past me.
“I’m so sorry Mrs. Andrews” she says to me as her eyes darted away from mine and she ran out of the room.

I had seen Jenny a number of times before, but today... ...she looked different. Older. She was only 15 but she had put so much make-up on that she looked... ...well... ...like a hooker actually.

“CHRIST MOM!” my son yelled.
“Don t you yell at ME Joseph Matthew! Last time I checked... ...I was still your mother.”

I wasn’t the one that had done anything wrong here and I wasn’t going to be talked to like I had.
“But Mom...”
“But Mom nothing young man...”

Up until that point everything had happened so fast that I hadn’t really noticed but now my eyes were instantly drawn to this huge hard-on my son was sporting. It distracted me for a second and kinda took the wind out of my sails.

“Um look…” I said a little calmer now. “I’m sorry I didn’t knock Joey, but I had no idea that you were home... ...and I certainly had no idea that you might be up here doing something like THIS!”
“But...”
“But what Joey? But what?”


I watched him halfheartedly trying to cover his penis with his hands and quite frankly, he was doing a poor job of it. Finally he just dropped his head and looked at the floor as he sat on the edge of his bed with his hands in his lap.

“What is it? What are you trying to say Joey?” I asked sympathetically.
“Nothing... Just never mind.”

I looked at him for a few seconds; neither of us moved or said anything. To be honest, it felt pretty weird looking at my son sitting there like that. I knelt down and started to pick up the clothes I’d dropped. I kept glancing up, watching him sitting there, wondering when he was going to get some pants on, wondering what he was waiting for. I supposed he was gunna wait for me to leave before he got up.

My eyes kept bouncing back and forth between the clothes and him sitting there on his bed looking like a puppy that had just gotten smacked for shitting on the brand new carpet.

It was hard to miss the tip of his penis sticking up past his hands. To be a little more accurate, there were a couple of inches sticking up past his hands. And as long as I’m being more accurate…I guess I didn’t try very hard not to miss it.
I was a little surprised that he was still so hard and that his penis showed no visible signs of calming down. I certainly would have thought that being caught by your Mom, would at the very least, knock the lead out of your pencil.
I was also pretty surprised at how much NOTICING I did.

Now being his mother and living in the same house with him for six-teen years, I’ve seen Joey naked before a thousand times through the years. I’ve even seen him in different degrees of nakedness over these latter years as well. You know... ...in and out of showers and changing to go swimming and such. But I wasn’t accustomed to seeing Joey in a full state of arousal. I was kinda uncomfortable by the fact that he wasn’t making much of an effort to cover himself up. I realize that he now thought he was old enough to be getting blowjobs in his room but I was still his Mom…

I asked him if he was OK.
“Yeah... ...I guess.” he mumbles.
But I could tell that he wasn’t OK. I certainly understood.
He was a 16-year-old boy that had just gotten the first half of a blowjob, as best as I could see and he was OBVIOUSLY, I told myself, still aroused by that.

“Look Joey, I’m sorry. I really am. I’ll gather the rest of these clothes and just leave them here in the basket. I’ll put them away later so you can...
…You know… Deal with that.” {And by that, I meant deal with that baseball bat between his legs. He looked like he was on deck and planning on swinging away}

My son looked up at me. He looked a little confused for a second like he didn’t know what I meant, like maybe masturbation was some kind of foreign concept reserved for mean old lonely men and convicts serving twenty to life. I was gunna ask him what the matter was, like you don’t jerk off, right? But he started to say something again,
“But you don’t understand...”

I stopped gathering the clothes off the floor and looked at him waiting for him to continue.
“That…That was…” H e trailed off.
“ What Joey? What are you trying to say?”
He lifted a hand away from his sizable erection and rubbed his forehead troubled not realizing he was exposing a healthy chunk of real state between his legs. He looked down at the floor again and said very softly, “That was gunna be the first time...” he says just above a whisper.
“What?” I asked him.

He looked up at me.
“That was the first time.” he stated with what I perceived as a little bit of attitude.
“It took forever to get Jenny to say she would... …and now... ...well, she’ll never do it now.” He tells me like the bank was giving out bags of money and he didn’t have cab fair to get there.
“What? You mean give you a... ...a blowjob?”
“Mooooom!”

{I would’ve sworn that when I said the word Blowjob, that he adjusted his hands in his lap, trying to better conceal the huge erection he had.}

“What?” I had a little smirk on my face. “Do you think that I’m so old and out of touch that I don’t know what a blowjob is?”
“Well no.”
“ Would you be more comfortable if I used a different word?”
He shook his head no. “I’ve just never heard you say stuff like…like that.”
“Well, I guess the opportunity hasn’t come up to much before today Joey. I mean come-on...” He rolled his eyes at me. “Maybe I should try to work it into the conversation a little more, huh?”
“Nooooo”
“Should I start asking at the dinner table: Hey Hun, have a good day today? How was school? Did you clean your room, take out the trash... ...get a BLOWJOB today?”

{I was sure this time that I’d seen his hands pushing down into his lap when I said the word ‘Blowjob’.}
“No Mom...” He had a little smirk on his face now and although I was trying really hard not to look, I believe I saw one of his fingers actually diddling his penis. {I don t know…It might have been a nervous twitch or maybe even the on-set of Parkinsons. I might have to read up on the symptoms.}

Now I knew that getting a blowjob is a pretty big deal to most guys. I felt really bad I’d ruined it for him, I did. But the fact that my son was left to sit here naked diddling his own hard-on, was not my fault. He should have picked a better spot for his oral escapades.

“I should have known...” he started.
“Known what Joey?”
“Nothing...”

Joey and I had a pretty good relationship, we could always talk about damn-near anything up until now. I didn’t want that to stop. I had known for a long time that Joey masturbated. I had talked to him about that a long time ago. I’d told him that it was perfectly natural and he could feel free to do it in the privacy of his room anytime he felt like it. It was no big deal. “As long at it doesn’t get in the way of your school work or your chores.” I had said lightheartedly.

I had even walked in on him one evening when he was doing it. “Ooo...Sorry.” I’d told him somewhat embarrassed myself, and had turned right around and walked out to give him his privacy. No big deal. {Of course, he didn’t have someone in there helping him like he had today.} That was a few years ago. This was different. He was getting older now and obviously just thinking about stuff while he masturbated just wasn’t enough. But this was not the place or the time. I certainly didn’t want to walk around my own house on eggshells never knowing when I was gunna walk in on…. ….STUFF! What next? Walk in the dinning-room and find him fucking someone on my best table-cloth.



“Joey...”
I pulled a clean towel from the laundry basket, pushed the basket aside and walked over to my son, holding the towel out to him.
“Here Honey. Cover yourself up.” I told him.
It seemed almost silly to say at that point. It was kinda like hanging a picture over the TV, ya know. His dick was still rigid. It looked painfully so. I noticed when Joey raised his hand to take the towel... ...that his penis was…Well…I know it’s not very “Motherly” but it was Quite impressive actually.

The head was shiny wet and the color of catsup. It was hard not to notice.
“Now tell me...” I said calmly. “...You should have known what?”
“It’s just... ....Well.... I’ve been looking forward to this for so long.”
“What…Getting caught with your girlfriend in your room by your mom?” I asked jokingly, trying to lighten the tone a little.
“NOOOOO…I mean…You know.”
He looked pretty frustrated. And yes, I knew what he had been looking forward to.
“Im sorry Sweetheart. Ga-head.”
“It’s just I just knew that something would happen to ruin it. Jenny will never do it NOW. Shit... ...I’ll be lucky if she even speaks to me now.”

I knew that what my son was trying to tell me was important to him but it was kinda hard for me to give Joey my full attention. My eyes kept creeping down to the towel. Had the circus come to town?
I couldn’t understand it. I would have thought that after all the time I’d been there and as embarrassed as he should have been that…Well…that it would have gone limp by now. I just couldn’t stop looking at the tent in my sons lap.

I couldn’t help but notice how much bigger his penis was from the last time that I saw him when he was masturbating. I admit that I didn’t get a real good look last time...Certainly not the view I was getting today...But it seems that if it had been, back then, as big as it is now... Well...I would’ve noticed and remembered, that’s all. It was really a huge difference I thought. He was only 16 years old for Christ sake and his dick was already longer then his fathers. A lot thicker as well.

Without even thinking, I just blurted out,
“ You’ve gotten a lot bigger since that last time I walked in on you doing...”
“MOM...” My son cut me off.
“Oh, sorry... it’s just...Well…I” I trailed off as I stared at the towel that covered my son’s hard dick. You’d have thought it was gunna fly off at any moment like some long awaited unveiling and his hard dick would start singing its own version of “It’s a Hard Days Night’ by the Beatles.
There was a long awkward silence while I stared.

He just sat there while I looked at the towel between his legs. I’m really not sure how much time passed. He just watched me looking without saying a word. Letting me, for all practical purposes. Until curiosity got the best of me… I wanted to know…
“Ummm... ...I hope you don’t mind me asking Joey but... ...how come you’re still so hard?”

He looked down at the towel now and just shrugged his shoulders like I’d asked him if it was gunna rain today.
“I guess because I was really excited about getting my first... ...blowjob MOM.”
He emphasized the word “MOM” like all this was my fault. It was MY fault that he was sitting there with a boner.
“Look Joey...”
I felt some of the attitude coming back.
“...I said I was sorry... ...and I AM. I really am, but there’s nothing I can do about it now. Look...”
Then what he had just said registered in my head. ‘His first blowjob’

“...YOUR first blowjob? I blurted out.
He shook his head slowly, sadly…yes.
“I thought that you meant it was Jenny’s first time.”
“No... ...Well, Yeah…with me, but it’s not her first time... ...It was mine.”

I felt worse. That explained a little better why he was in such a state…Kinda.
“Jenny told me this morning that she’ do it. I’ve been waiting all day for this.”
“Wow Joey... I didn’t know but this still isn’t the time or place. Listen, I can see that you need to do something with THAT before it explodes or something.”I nodded my head towards the towel. “…So I‘m gunna just go down stairs and go on about my business and you can... ...you know...
{I made an “O” with my hand and moved it up and down a few times} … and then, if you feel like it, we can talk about this more later.”
I wasn’t gunna hold my breath until he came down to TALK ABOUT IT MORE.

Joey lifted the towel a little bit and glanced at his swollen dick with what I thought was a bit of sorrowful disappointment.

“I can’t do that knowing that you’re downstairs KNOWING I’m up here doing it Mom! Besides……..It’s just not the same.”
I felt a little sorry for him.
“I can’t believe this.” He mumbles frustrated. “And it took so long to get her to put…” He stopped abruptly.

He was really bothered by all this. I couldn’t blame him I guess. It was probably a pretty big deal to all the boys. A ‘Right of Passage’ of sorts. I’m sure he’d heard plenty of talk about it and there was a great deal of anticipation, not to mention the time and effort he’d put into talking Jenny into doing it. And now... ...As far as he was concerned, I had ruined it for him.

To make it worse, she’d started and not finished. That had to be pretty rough on the boy. I certainly remember how important it seemed to be to all the guys I went out with. Joey’s father included.

“I’m sorry again Joey. But before I leave you to... ...you know... …I have to ask you a question?”
My son rolled his eyes again and flopped back on his bed with his hands over his face abandoning the towel that hid his erection. Well…it didn’t HIDE it, it just covered it up. I had a hard time drawing my eyes away.
“Yeah Mom... Sure...Ga head...” He told me through his hands.
“What was up with Jenny?”

My son took his hands away from his face and looked at me curiously.
“What do ya mean?”
He’d caught me once again staring at the tent in his lap and had to recapture my attention.
“Uh, Mom...”
“ Yeah...”
“What do you mean, ‘What’s up with her’? You mean other then getting caught... ...by my Mommy?”
“Yeah right...” I said a bit indifferent and then continued, “No I mean what’s up about all the make-up and the red lipstick. I never pegged Jenny as a “Red lipstick” kinda girl?”
“Oh...”

For the first time since I’d entered my son’s room... ...he looked really embarrassed.
“I…I asked her to do that.” He told me quietly, border-lined ashamed.
“What do you mean, you asked her to do that?” I didn‘t understand.
“I like it.”
“You like what, Joey? I’m not following you.”
“ The make-up... ...The lipstick, I wanted her to do that.”
“Oh….How come?”
“I wanted her to look…You kmow… …hot… …older I guess; like the girls in the magazines. ” he explained.

{This was odd conversation to have with my naked son, but it was what it was. I guess there really wasn’t anything that wasn’t odd about this whole situation.}

“Oh!” I thought for a second. “Well she did.” I said to him. “If you’re talking about porn magazines” I told him bluntly.
“What are ya saying? Are you saying she looked sluty?”
“Pretty much.” I told him honestly.

He raised his eyebrows, leaned back a little more, raised his arm above his head and reached under his pillow. I was somewhat surprised when he pulled a tube of lipstick out and tried to hand it to me.
“This is yours Mom.” He said with a bit of attitude. “Your slutty lipstick.”


I looked at the tube of lipstick in his hand and then at my son. I’m sure I looked a bit taken back. I slowly reached my hand out and let him drop it in my hand. Then it occurred to me... The color of catsup...

“Joey... Is this why you’re so red down there?” I nodded towards the towel.
He slowly lifted the towel and looked; I looked too.
“Oh Wow!” He quietly whispered.

I watched as my son lifted the towel up with one hand and let his other hand close around the base of his dick…His still hard dick! He tilted it towards his belly to get a better look at its tip. I watched as he let his hand slowly slide up the pudgy shaft towards its swollen red head. I felt like he didn’t even know I was there. He touched the tip of his dick with the tip of his index finger as he held his dick just behind the rim with his other fingers. He looked like he was mesmerized. I certainly was. He ran his fingertip through the red lipstick smear and then over the fresh drop of pre-cum oozing out from the slit on his hard prick. He let loose his hard-on and brought his fingers closer to his face to examine them better as he rubbed his finger and thumb together slowly. He looked fascinated. I was too. His other hand held the towel up; almost as if he were showing it to me if I cared to look. It would seem I cared to.


I could clearly see the red lipstick smears on the white towel and what appeared to be a small wet spot where a good amount of pre-cum had been seeping out…apparently the entire time we’d been talking. Once again I found myself taken back by his somewhat laid-back manner. It was quite obvious that he didn’t care in the least that he had a hard-on in front of his mother.

I wasn’t sure what was happening here; it all seemed so peculiar. Not just the fact of where this conversation had gone…But the fact that it all seemed so……Nonchalant, I guess would be a good word for it. This wasn’t really the kind of conversation I should be having with Joey; his erection shouldn’t really be a topic for discussion for him and I, but it was almost as if we were just talking about school or the price of eggs. It was really odd.

“Yeah... ...It is...” He told me as he showed me his fingertip.
He looked up at me and again caught me looking at his dick.
“Mom?”
“Yeah Hun...”
“Why do you keep looking at my dick like that?”

His question caught me off guard. I felt my face get hot.
“Um, I’m sorry Joey. I…I’m really not sure. I guess ‘cause I’ve never seen you like this.” I was flustered. “I mean all hard and everything.” I couldn’t believe I’d said it. And as if that wasn’t enough, more spilled out “It’s really big...” I blurted out before I’d even realized what I‘d said.
“That’s good, right?” My son asked me like I was some sort of expert on the subject sharing my thoughts on the Pro’s & Con’s of penis size from the everyday woman’s point-of-view.

His cock was so rigid it looked like you could crack nuts with it. It was so swollen; so thick. And I still didn’t know why it was still like this. The redness went down the shaft of his prick a few inches mellowing to a soft pink hew. It wasn’t all lipstick. I could see every vein that wrapped around his stiff shank. I’m ashamed to be able to describe it so well. I had to literally tear my eyes away. But before I did I mumbled one more un-motherly thing…

“Yes...Yes I suppose it is.” I murmured in an almost dreamy voice. I pulled my eyes off of my son’s dick and looked in his eyes. I felt my face redden even more if that was possible. I was noticeably embarrassed as the swing in the conversation became more and more inappropriate.


“Joey, I should just leave and let you take care of that…” I gestured towards his penis again. “It looks like it… …like it hurts.”
“It’s never been like this Mom.” He informed me with a look of pride mixed with a little concern of his own.
“You mean hard like that?”
He looked up at me and shook his head, “Yeah.”
“OK then.” I said nervously like the conversation had all of a sudden taken a wrong turn when, in fact, it had actually taken a wrong turn fifteen minutes ago. “I guess I’ll leave you to it.”
“Yeah... ...OK Mom.” He kinda whispered like he wasn’t sure if that’s what he wanted. I started to walk out when Joey called to me.
“Mom...”


I turned, “Yeah Sweetie.”
He had a strange look on his face and he whispered to me like he was afraid someone else might hear him.
“I’m really excited...”
“I noticed Joey. Kinda hard not to...”
“Do you want to... …I mean, would you mind... …maybe…”

His words drifted away like a lost kite on a windy day. Feeling my stomach drop, feeling I already knew the answer, I reached for the string anyways... “Mind what Joey?” I asked, my voice barely audible above my pounding heart beat.
“I don’t know…maybe giving me a... ...a hand job or something?”

I didn’t think I heard him right.
“Excuse me?”
His face changed right away. He looked like a little kid that had just gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He was immediately sorry he’d said it.
“Nothing...” He mumbled uncomfortably.

I needed to make sure I’d heard him right. I didn’t want any doubt. I took a step towards my son and cocked my head slightly to one side, one eye squinting.
“Joey... ...Tell me what you said.” I said sounding more like a mother and less like a Mom.

He looked sheepishly at me and cleared his throat. It was the same look he had on his face when he’d used my good Hand crocheted Afghan as a floor in his snow-fort the winter he’d turned six.
“Nothin’”
“Joey…”
“I... ...I asked if you wanted to...to…”
“To what?”
“...Maybe give me… …a…a handjob.”


I was stunned. Speechless almost. “My God!” I thought.
“Joey... ...I’m... ...I’m your Mother.” I tried to sound stern, offended even, but that’s not the way it really sounded when it came out.
“I know…I’m sorry... …I just thought... ...that maybe...”
“That what? That maybe what?”
“...That you might want to.”
“That I might WANT to? You just thought that I might WANT to give you a hand-job? You’re my son Joey! I can’t do THAT.” I told him harshly. “Even if I wanted to...” I heard myself add as I quiet afterthought.
“It‘s wrong…” I told him. “… Very wrong. Why in the world do you think I might WANT to?”
“I... ...Well... ...You kept looking at it…like maybe…I don’t know…like you wanted to... ...to touch it or something.”

I was shocked. I stared at my son. I never thought I would ever hear my son ask me something like that. I admit... ...he WAS right. I had found myself looking at his dick more than a few times; actually staring more than just looking. I suppose I could see how he thought I might have looked like I wanted to, But... ...I don’t know. I didn’t mean to make him think I wanted to… …to do something. I just couldn’t help looking at it, that’s all.

The fact is, I haven’t seen anybody’s “dick” since Joey’s Dad left. I supposed that I missed it a lot more than I’d realized. It was true that I found it hard not to look at his dick the way it was. I had been used to seeing my son’s private area through the years but had never seen his dick... …his cock…like THAT; so hard and thick...ready for sex. Until a few minutes ago, I had seen and thought of his penis as only something to pee with. Now... ...It looked more like something used for fucking…Fucking hard!...Hitting home runs.

Even when I’d walked in on Joey masturbating, I had never gotten a very good look at his penis. I was in and out too quickly. Had it not been my son’s hard thick cock I was staring at this afternoon... ...I might have been more than happy to jerk it off. Truth be known... ...There were plenty of times recently, that I HAD thought about what it would feel like to touch a nice big dick again, to jerk it off, even suck it. I missed doing stuff like that terribly. But he didn’t know that. At least I didn’t think he did. I guess I DID look like I wanted it.

I swallowed hard.
“I know I was looking at it Joey... …But that doesn’t mean I’m willing to give you a handjob for Christ’s sake...”
“I know Mom. I’m sorry. Really...”

I didn’t know what else to say to him. I thought that pretty much covered it. I turned, a bit beside myself, and left his room.
“He obviously needs to relieve himself. He’s just really excited, that’s all it is.” I told myself. “He was looking forward to his first blowjob and he was denied that soooooo... ....he‘s just horny. Hell, the fact that his dick is so hard and red is proof of that. ”

I could feel that I was flushed. I went to my room and sat down on the edge of my bed. “Wow” I thought. “You want to give me a hand job, he says.” Did he really ask me that? I would have never thought it in a million years. “That’s incest...” I whispered out loud. “Or is it...” I wondered quietly. “Is it incest if I just jerked him off?” I asked myself as if it were just a simple every day question. I was a little shocked that I would even ask myself. It made me feel like I was trying to talk myself into it or something. “Whatever.” I mumbled.


After a little more time mulling the whole thing over I asked myself why he’d want ME give him a hand job. “I’m his mother for Christ’s sake.”
I got up and looked in the full length mirror that hung on my closet door. I swept my long black hair out of my face with my fingers. I stared at myself. I was a 44 year old mother. No gray to speak of. My eyes were sky blue and my lips were very full and pouty. I noticed small crow’s feet at the corners of my eyes and a few small wrinkles around my nose when I smiled. I guess I looked OK. Men still looked at me when they drove by. I got the occasional beep of the horn as well when I was out running, so I can’t look too awful bad. Men still flirted with me…A little…. Sometimes I guess. It was hard to tell what was just wishful thinking.

“Maybe they’re just looking at my tits.” I thought; they’re pretty big. I put the tube of lipstick down on the dressing table and put a hand under each of my tits and lifted them slightly under my shirt, pushing them together. I let them go and watched them fall back into place. They jiggled a little. Not too saggy. I turned around and stuck my ass out at the mirror. I ran my hands over each check. It was still pretty firm; heart shaped. I thought it was a nice ass. My jeans fit it good. Made it look good too I thought.

I stared at myself for the longest time. I took the tube of lipstick off the table and took the cover off. I brought it up to my lips as I rolled it out. I started to put it on. I rubbed my lips together and then ran my tongue over them; remembering, sadly, what it felt like to be desired.

It had been a long time since I’d put this color on my lips. I sat down at my dressing table, stared at myself in the mirror. I brushed my hair out, re-applied my eye make-up a little darker and put on some liner. I seemed so misplaced and absorbed as I tried to prove to myself that I might still be pretty…perhaps even sexy.
I pulled my hair back in a pony-tail and tied it with a white scrunchie. This was the way I used to wear my hair a long time ago. I moved in close to the mirror and kissed the air and licked my red lips again.

My son was right. This lipstick did make you look more like one of those women in those magazines. Kinda slutty. Way too red.{Unless you were Jane Russell or Marilyn Monroe and it was 1958}
I got a funny feeling in my stomach when I realized that this was the very lipstick that Joey asked his girlfriend to put on to suck his dick.
Then... ...I couldn’t help it... ...after seeing Joey’s straining cock and after him asking me about the hand job and all... ...I looked in the mirror and wondered what it would feel like to have a thick cock sliding past those red lips into my mouth. I pictured what it would look like, even opened my mouth in anticipation.
I thought about all the times I had done that very thing to Joey’s father; with this very lipstick on. It used to drive him wild. He would almost beg me to put it on and blow him. I missed that. I guess Joey was like his Dad. The thought somewhat comforted me in one way and pissed me off in another.

His father had been gone for more than two years. A pretty young dance instructor. But that was a different lifetime.

“I guess that you could still be sexy enough to excite some 15 or 16 year old boy; to make him want to think about doing stuff with you.” I whispered to my reflection. “A M.I.L.F…” I whispered. The thought made me feel kind of… sexy. I really didn’t mind the thought of some 15 or 16 or 30 year old for that matter, fantasizing about me. What harm could it do? “But it shouldn’t be Joey!” I whispered out loud. “Not my own son.” I said coming out of my little fantasy world.

“I suppose I should be flattered.” I spoke softly. But truth be known... ...I really wasn’t sure what I thought about it all.


I decided I was making too much of it. He’s a horny 16 year old boy. Did I need to talk to him? And if I did, what would I say anyway? Should I ask him why he felt he could ask me to do something like that? I mean, I know that I looked at his dick a few times but Christ; it was so big and hard. I mean... ...I look at red convertibles too... ...But you don’t see me driving one, do ya?
I thought about it for a few seconds, “I sure would like to drive one though...Just once.” The thought made my stomach sink.
I decided to just go make dinner for two. Just like always and try not to read too much into it.


I muddled through cooking dinner with the help of a glass of wine or two. A lot of stuff went through my mind; I couldn’t seem to keep it out. After seeing the state my son was in, and the fact that he’d asked me to give him a hand job…Well… I guess it just had an effect on me. I’d like to think it would have an effect on any mother. Like I said before; I missed the feel of a hard dick in my hand.

With the help of another glass of wine, I found myself thinking about hard dicks. Not Joey’s per-say, just hard dicks in general and how nice it might be to have one to play with. Then I heard myself softly whispered the words out loud, “It’s just a hand-job for Christ’s sake.”
The words made me stop in my tracks. Right in the middle of putting the noodles in the water... ...I froze. I shook my head real slow. “I can’t believe you even thought that.” I told my-tipsy-self.

I knew that a day would come where I would have to talk to Joey about something having to do with... ...sex. We had already touched on masturbation but I never thought that I would be a focal point of the next conversation of a sexual nature. After what I saw earlier, I think the time for any sex talk had well come and gone.


When dinner was on the table I walked to the bottom of the steps and stood there for a few seconds. I was hesitant to call Joey. I found myself feeling a little uncomfortable and embarrassed. I imagined he was too.
“Joeyyyyyy...” I finally called. Trying to sound as normal as I could.
“Dinner’s readyyyyy...” I turned and went into the kitchen to sit down and wait.

After a few minutes Joey came down. He was dressed in a wife beater and a pair of sweat pants. He didn’t look at me. I tried not to look at the front of his pants as he walked to the table but I did it anyway. To my amazement, it was fairly obvious that he still had an erection.
“Unless his dick is always that big.” The thought fluttered through my head, a feeble attempt to humor myself. Whether that was the same hard-on or a new development... ...I couldn’t say. But it was there, sure as I’d had three glasses of wine. I quickly turned my attention to the small glass of Zinfandel next to my plate. I remember thinking I should have poured a bigger glass.

“You OK Joey?”
“Yeah.” Was all he said.
I was pretty sure he didn’t really wanted to talk about it anymore. I thought that maybe I’d break the ice a little…After another sip of wine.
“Did you take care of everything?” I said with a certain measure of what I thought was lightheartedness but just ended up being stupidity.
“Mooom!”
“What?” I asked. He fell silent.“Well?”I pushed.
“Well what?” Joey asked with a hint of shameful attitude.
“Did you... ...You know?” I went on, understanding and then ignoring his attitude.
“Mom!”

I took a big sip from my wine glass. Although I should have dropped it, I found that I was a little put off.
“I don’t understand..” I said. “…a little while ago you asked me if I wanted to give you a hand job... ...but NOW, you’re too embarrassed to tell me if you jerked off or not.”
I couldn’t believe I’d just said that to my son. Obviously the wine was flying the plane…Stupidity strapped firmly into the co-pilot’s seat..


“You kept looking at my boner...” He told me right out. “...What was I supposed to think?” He added rather harshly.
He’d made a very good point.
“I’m sorry Joey, you‘re right. I was just...”
He dropped his fork, “...No! I haven’t jerked off Mom!” He scolded and stood up. “And now you come to dinner looking like. . .” He stopped abruptly and took off up the stairs. I guess the few glasses of wine I’d had made me kinda mouthy and insensitive.

I was once again reminded of how upset my son was that I had spoiled his first blow job. “I’d said I was sorry... ...there was nothing I can do about it now.” I said quietly to myself, totally unaware of how mistaken I really was.
Then it hit me, “Oh My God!” I whispered slowly. I was hit with the notion that maybe…maybe Joey was not only mad because I had stopped Jenny from giving him his first blow job... ...but maybe... ...maybe he was mad because he really wanted me to give him that hand job and I wouldn’t.
“Can’t be...” I told myself. “No way…How could he be mad that I wouldn’t do something like that.”

I sat and finished my glass of wine. Before long, I went to the wine rack and opened a new bottle and poured myself yet another glass. I snatched up both my glass and the bottle and carried them out to the back yard leaving the dishes where they lie. I flopped my ass down on a chair at the little table by the pool. I sipped my wine. I sipped while I thought about the whole situation. Another glass of wine turned into another one...

Why hadn’t he jerked off, I wondered. “Oh my god!” I jerked my head back on my neck. I couldn’t believe that he was still excited to such a degree, STILL.
“Suppose that’s a new hard-on?” I told myself.
“No way.” I whispered as I shook my head. I knew teenagers were horny... ...but Jesus Christ!

All I knew was if that was the same hard-on that I saw this afternoon... ...it must be killing him. “My God!” I went on. “His balls are going to be pretty sore by morning.” I told myself with a little bit of humor in my tone. “Surely he’ll jerk-off tonight before he goes to sleep. He’s probably doing it right now.” I went on and on talking to myself as the wine helped me to feel less and less up-tight about the whole thing.


{Some might say that maybe I should have stayed “up-tight”, especially morally. But all and all…At that point in my life…this filled a hole that threatened to someday suck me in and close up behind me. By far…the way I was acting and the things I was thinking…were the lesser of two evils.}


The thought that my son might be upstairs at that very moment jerking off, made me feel kinda strange. {The wine may have helped that along too} Before long I was picturing the whole scenario in my head sitting by the pool. Him holding his dick like he had when I was in his room. I pictured his hand moving up and down, up and down... ...I shook my head to make the pictures go away but they didn’t go far.
Then I thought about the way I had raised my voice to him earlier.
“Well, it’s a fair bet that he wouldn’t be coming to you asking for no hand-job any time soon.” The woman on my bottle of wine assured me.
“Probably not.” I told her as I tipped my glass to her and drank.

My thoughts kept going back to my son upstairs jerking off as I sat there drinking wine and comparing what sex was like when Joey’s dad and I were together to what it was like now. {In hind-sight…Probably not the best thing to be doing but that’s what wine does to me.} I could feel my face blush and I became embarrassed that I couldn’t seem to stop thinking about all this…stuff. I could feel my pussy blush too but couldn’t push all the blame on the wine. Maybe it was the thought of my son asking me to touch his hard dick. His hard, thick, red dick.... ....I shook my head again.

I kept wondering what had possessed my son to ask me if I wanted to jerk him off and what possessed me to keep thinking about it. I have to admit... ...four glasses of wine and I couldn’t keep the thought of how big and thick Joey’s dick had been... ...or was... ...or is, out of my head.
“I bet you couldn’t even close your fingers all the way around that thing…” I softly whispered out loud. I quickly put my hand up to my mouth and looked around to make sure that my son hadn’t been in ear shot. A little drunken smile formed on my lips as I became more comfortable with the seemingly lack of morality.

My conscience spoke up, “Yeah... ...Good idea. Why don’t you get drunk and think about your sons big thick cock some more. The one he offered to let you play with. That’s a good idea all right. I’m sure that’ll be very fruitful.”
I was thinking about my son’s penis way too much. I poured the last of the bottle and drank up.
“Like that’ll help.” My conscience piped in again.
I had emptied the bottle of Zinfandel I’d brought out not 45 minutes ago. I went to get another bottle and go to the bathroom.

Once in the house; in the bathroom, I peed and started washing my hands. I looked in the mirror. I had forgotten that I’d fixed myself up; my make-up, my hair.
“You look a little whorish now that you’ve had a few glasses of wine.” My little voice told me. Then it occurred to me... Before Joey had stormed off; “…And now you come to dinner looking like...” Looking in the mirror, I now understood what he was talking about.

I had gone to my room and ‘slutted up’ even after he had told me he’d asked his girlfriend to do that very thing… …because he liked that. It made her look older. He’d asked me if I wanted to give him a hand job and I’d firmly told him “No” maybe even belittle him a bit and then gone back to my room and put my make-up on trying to look sexy…desirable…a MILF and them sat down at the dinner table with him. He probably thought I was making fun of him mocking him. No wonder he’d stormed off mad.

That…Or…He thought I was teasing him. I wondered if I’d gotten him even more excited.
I looked in the mirror again. “You turned him on.” It wasn’t funny, but I felt like giggling anyway.
I puckered my lips, “Nice dick sucking lips.” I whispered to myself with a slight slur.
“Don’t flatter yourself Susan...” My conscience mouthed off. “You’re drunk and you’re stupid.”

I shook my head and returned to the kitchen. I looked through the small wine rack on the counter. I really didn’t need another glass but, it was Friday night, no work tomorrow and I was really starting to catch a buzz. {In reflection, I think I was just looking for something to blame my subject of thought on.} I picked out a nice Rosé. Opened it, and carried it out to the pool by the neck. I had developed a tiny sway to my walk as I swung that bottle of wine past my hips. I sat back in my chair and filled my glass half way.

I found myself thinking about Jenny down between my son’s legs. “What does a little girl like that know about sucking a cock anyway? I wondered out loud. This time I didn’t look up to see if Joey was in ear shot. I guess at this point I didn’t care as much.

It was true that it had been a few years since I’d given anyone a blow job. Not since my ex. I guess that was his new wife’s job now. But I still remembered what it was like to have a nice hard prick in my hands and in my mouth and... ...in my pussy... ...my wet pussy...
Wow! The memory made me very aware of the dampness between my legs. I could feel the blood rushing to my warm coochie and my nipples were noticeably hard now as I sat there by the pool and sipped my wine.

“This won’t do.” I told myself. I decided to go get my bathing suit on and cool off in the pool. I placed my glass of wine on the table carefully and went to stand up; Wow!
I had to put my hand on the table to steady myself for a second. Once steady... ...I headed upstairs to my room to change. On the way, I stopped at Joey’s door and knocked.
“Hey Joe...”
“Yeah.”
“Can I come in?”
“I guess.”

I opened the door and found Joey laying on his floor playing Video games.
“Hey... ...I’m gunna take a swim in the pool... ...you wanna join me?”
“I don’t think so.” Was all he said, his eyes never leaving the TV screen.
“How come?”
“I just can’t Mom.”
“Joey, there’s no reason to feel embarrassed about...”
“I’m not Mom.” My son cut me off.
“Then why can’t you come swim with me?”

I guess I was getting pretty drunk cause Joey asked if I was alright.
“Oh yeah...bet your ass I am...” I told him as I held onto the door jam. “I had some wine... ...then some more... ...I’m feeling pretty…relaxed...”
My son smiled at me. He’d told me more than once that he thought I was funny when I was drunk.
“...Now why can‘t you come down to the pool and swim with your drunk mom young man?”
“Because of...this” He rolled off his stomach onto his side.
“JJJJJJesus Joey...”

As he turned onto his side I could plainly see the outline of his dick in his sweat pants. And at the waist band... ...the purple tip of his cock was peeking out over the edge. Purple!
“Well…Why didn’t you... ...you know...” I waved my hand a few times towards the front of his sweats like I was shooing flies.
“I tried Mom. I couldn’t...”
I put my hands on my hips, “JJOey. You couldn’t jerk off?” I asked skeptically; a little confused. “Every one can jerk off.” I told him seemingly unsympathetic.
“I couldn’t… ...finish.”
“Finish? Oh you mean cum.” I blurted out, shyness thrown to the wind. .
“Yes Mom, I couldn’t cum!” Joey said even toned. I would have expected him to roll his eyes too but he didn’t.

He seemed to be a little more comfortable talking about the subject now. Maybe because I was drunk.
“Maybe it will just go away by the morning.” He told me sadly.
“JJJoey...” I was slurring my words. “What do you mean you couldn’t cum?”
“Mom?”
“What?”
“I mean... ...I just couldn’t.”
I didn’t understand at all.

“Joe, how in the world could you not cum. It looked like you were ready to cum all over the place before.” I waved my arm and almost fell into his room. “I mean really... ...How hard can it be?” I made a circle with my fingers and thumb and moved my hand up and down in the air in front of me. I was getting a little belligerent and pretty insensitive.
“I didn’t mean to say ‘How hard can it be?’ I mean, you already know how hard it can be. {I smiled at the joke I’d made.} I mean, that’s as hard as I’ve ever seen one.” I was rambling and being thoughtless and unsympathetic.

“Mom...Jeeeesss. Just forget it already.”
“OK...OK...OK... Well look... ...Why don’t you come on down to the pool. Maybe the cool water will help. You know... ...like a cold shower and all. It certainly can’t hurt.”
“I guess you’ll be wearing your blue bathing suit, right?”
“Well... ...Yeah I guess. I mean... ...I was gunna.”

Then my son said something that might’ve explained why he’d asked me about the handjob.
“Well then...” My son said as he looked up at me. “ I don’t think going down to the pool will help too much.”

“Ohhhhhhh. . .I get it now.” I blurted out. “Cuz you think I look sexy in my blue bikini. Right? …He was quiet… “Well……Right?”
“Mom?”
“That’s why, isn’t it? You can say it. It’s no big deal.” I pushed. Perhaps someone fishing for a much need compliment or maybe just a silly, lonely, drunk middle-aged mother that should just go to bed. I was too drunk to tell which.
I was getting pretty bold and presumptuous to boot.
My blue bathing suit was a very skimpy bikini. I only wore it in the pool in our back yard because my big tits had been known to fall out of it on occasion.
“Yes Mom…. That’s why.”

“Cuz I’m a M.I.L.F. Right?” I was out of control, bashfulness and discomfort a thing of the past.
“Yes Mom…. A M.I.L.F.” He told me, submitting to my drunken silliness.
I know I was drunk but even though, I picked up on the mockery.
“I’ll find sompin else ta wear JJJoe. You juss get your trunks on and come down to da pool.” I smiled at him. “I’m sorry for bein’ a ash-ole Shoey.”
I headed to my room to change.
“You gunna make it Mom?”
“Yeah sure-sure. Sure I am. It’s right over here.”
I was staggering a bit more now.
Too much wine to fast...: I thought to myself. “No more you crazy bish!” My conscience warned. My conscience seemed to slur a bit too now.


I put on a pair of baggy cut offs and an old white tee shirt that was a few sizes too large. Normally I used it as pajamas. I thought that it was pretty unattractive. I left my hair in the ponytail. I thought that would be best for swimming. I had the presence of mind to at least make one more stop…The bathroom, to wash the makeup off my face.

“Come on Shoey...” I shouted as I passed my son’s room.
No answer. Maybe he was already down stairs. I swayed out pool side. Joey wasn’t there yet. I looked at the bottle of wine sitting on the table.
“Don’t!” The little voice warned. “You’ll juss en up doing somepin stupid.”

I walked past the table and dove into the pool. It felt great. I instantly felt a little better. Perhaps a little in control. Perhaps.
I swam the pools length and then turned and swam back to the other end. It was somewhat sobering. Somewhat. When I came up for air, Joey was sitting in the chair next to mine in his baggy swim trunks. He had his hands in his lap.
I rested my arms on the edge of the pool and laid my chin on my crossed arms.
“Come on in JJoey. The water’s really nice.”
“I don’t know Mom...”
“Jus come on... ...The cole water is good for... ...you know.”

He stood up. I watched the front his trunks the whole way to the edge of the pool. I know he saw me but I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t even find “the want” to help it. He stopped just to the side of me. I looked up and saw that his hard dick was still trying to break free. It seemed the more I looked at it, or thought about it or talked about it…The more comfortable I got with the whole situation; the less…Wrong…it seemed.

“Jump. . .Jump on in Joey... ...we’ll get rid of that hard-on for ya.” I told him not really caring that my choice of words could have been better.

Joe looked at me and then jumped into the water. He swam the full length up and back, under water. He came up for air right next to me. He rested on the edge like I was doing and looked over.
“You’re right... ...it feels good.”

“Joey...” I asked softly. My son waited for me to continue.
I laid my head over on his shoulder. “Don’t be mad at me.” I said to him with a hint of heartfelt sadness in my voice.
“I’m not mad at you Mom.”
“I didn’t mean to get this tipsy. And, if I am, I don’t mean to be teasing you either.”
“It’s OK and I don’t mind you being tipsy. As a matter of fact. . .You’re easier to talk to this way.”

I took advantage of the moment―
“So….Then do you want to tell me why you couldn’t…you know….make yourself cum ?” not really hearing how bold the question sounded.
He was silent for a little while. I kicked my feet real slow while I held tight to the copping around the edge of the pool and I waited.

“Mom...” He started. Then he let his head rest down on his arms. I put my hand on his back and started to rub it softly like I did when he was a little boy. I leaned in close to his ear and whispered;
“You can tell me Honey...”
“Mom, I start to do it... ...to jerk off, I mean…But I keep losing my train of thought. My mind keeps racing around with different things. I can’t seem to concentrate long enough to... ...to...”
“To cum...” I whispered to my son.

Joey turned his head towards me.
“Well, yeah...”
“What kine-a things...” I had already crossed the line long ago so I figured ‘what the fuck’. A bottle of wine and the look on my son’s face had taken away any inhabitations.
“All kinds a things Mom. I start thinking of Jenny... ...you know... ...doing stuff to me...”
“Like giving you a bow job?” I laughed. “I said ‘Bow job”. You know what I meant.”
My son smiled and shook his head yes with quick little nods.
“...and everything seems to be going good... ...you know... ...with....” He hesitated.
“With jerking off...” I piped in again.
Again he nodded his head.
“...And then... ...then...”
“What is it Honey?” I rubbed his back. “You can tell me JJoey.”
He looked at me; into my eyes. “Don’t get mad.”
“I won’t sweetie.”
“Then YOU keep popping in my head...” His face flushed with embarrassment then he looked down at the copping.

Even though I was pretty drunk... ...I was surprised. Amazed really. I mean, I kinda suspected it was something like that, I mean, he DID ask me if I wanted to give him a handjob. But it was still a shock to hear him say it. It was kinda sobering. Kinda.

“Why would you think of me Joey?”
“Because...”
He pushed off the side of the pool and swam to the other end. I turned around and propped my elbows up on the copping and watched my son swim away. When he got to the other side I saw him go under water and push off the side, swimming underwater, back to me.

“Why the hell was he thinking about you... ...when he had a pretty young girl like Jenny to think about?” My little voice wanted to know. “She was the one that had been between his legs. She was the one that wanted to ‘slut up’ and suck his dick for him.” The voice went on.

I watched my son kicking his feet heading right for me with his hands out in front of him. He got closer and closer until finally he was right in front of me. He came up out of the water, a hand on each side of me gripping the pools edge and his head bumping against my tits as he stood up. At first I thought he simply hadn’t seen me; his eyes must’ve been shut. He wiped the water from his eyes and looked at me. He was so close to me. Close enough that my nipples touched his chest and close enough that I thought I felt his hard dick push against my shorts; poking at my covered pussy.
He caught me off guard. It took my breath away. I had my ass right up against the pool wall; I couldn’t back up. I had to wonder if he was trying to take advantage of the fact that I’d been drinking.
“I think about you a lot.” He tells me.

I think he might have pushed his hard cock at me when he said it. I can’t be sure, I wasn’t thinking very clearly at this point. It could very well have been me pushing away from the pool wall. Regardless, I felt his hard cock poke me but I said nothing and made no attempt to move away from him. My head was spinning.
He told me my nipples were hard and then pushed off the coping and swan for the steps.
I inadvertently brought my fingertips up to my chest and felt that indeed my nipples were hard; and were easily seen through the wet material that covered them. I pinched them.

For reasons I couldn’t explain, I felt compelled to stop him before he left the pool, before he went into the house. I looked; I’d lost a few seconds in time, he was right at the door.

“Where you going?” I asked. I didn’t want him to go. We were so close to... ...something. I thought we were going to talk more. I thought I was going to find out why he thought of ME and not his girlfriend.
“Don’t go in with your wet suit on Honey.” I shouted not knowing what else to say.


He stopped and turned. Even from 30 feet away I could see the bulge in his bathing suit. He did nothing to try to cover it. Either he’d given up trying or he just didn’t want to. He simply looked at me and pulled his wet shorts off and let them fall to the ground. As he turned to go in, I saw the full length of his hard cock. I sucked in air and felt a twinge between my legs that wasn’t very motherly. I watched my son go in the house. I let my hand slip under the water and slide across the front of my shorts. I was aroused. Even drunk…This thought surprised me

I got out of the pool and hurried to the back door. I slid open the door and walked in. I assumed Joey would be in his room, but he wasn’t. He was in the living room, just standing there…wet…naked…with his hard dick sticking straight out in front of him.
“Your wet clothes...” He said to me.

I looked down. He was right. I was dripping water all over the floor. I looked up at him but couldn’t find any words.
“Aren’t you gunna take them off?” He asked me. I just shook my head yes real slow as my fingers fumbled with the button on my shorts. It was like I was dreaming. I watched Joey walking towards me. Still I fumbled with my button not really sure of what I was doing or what was about to happen. He walked right up to me, uninhibited, unrestrained now. I stared at his hard dick as he walked across the living room. He shooed my hands away from my wet shorts.
“What are you doing?” I asked him.
It was like someone else asking. I didn’t feel drunk anymore. I felt something else.
“I’m helping you...”
Joey unbuttoned my shorts and slowly pulled the zipper down... ...then stepped back a half step. I slid my hands into the sides of my shorts and pulled them down over my hips. It was like I was watching someone else doing it. I let them fall to the floor and I stepped out of them. I looked down to see if I’d really taken my shorts off. I had.

Joey grabbed the bottom of my wet tea-shirt with both hands and started to lift it over my head. My arms went up without a thought of hesitation. I allowed my naked son to relieve me of the last bit of clothing that covered me. He dropped it next to my wet shorts.
There I stood; naked and wet, my nipples hard as stones and my pussy noticeably reacting to what was happening.

“I shhhhould get us towels...” I told him, but it was just a halfhearted whisper. I looked down at Joey’s cock. It stuck straight out from his groin only an inch from touching my hot pussy. Both of us seemed afraid to move. Finally...
“Joey?” I whispered looking into his eyes. That’s all I managed to say.
“Now I’m gunna tell you why I think of you all the time.” He told me softly.
I remember thinking…Good.
He reached up with both hands and cupped my tits. I gasped but didn’t move away.
“I love your tits.” He whispered.
“JJJJoey...” I whimpered but nothing followed.

He let his thumbs roll small circles over my nipples. They had never been harder than they were now under his thumbs.
“I’ve wanted to do this for so long Mom.”
“W-Why?” Was all I could think to say.
He squeezed my tits a little harder. It felt so good. His hands were so big and rough for a teenager.
“Because they’re so beautiful...” He leaned in and gently kissed one hard nipple.
“But... ...I’m... ...I’m your...”
“I know Mom... ...That’s OK.” He kissed my other nipple. “I think that that makes it even hotter Mom.” he told me before letting his tongue dance over each tit in turn. He sucked and licked as his hands worked my breast. It felt wonderful; I was letting him suck my tits. Our breathing got heavier. I could feel the head of his wet dick touching my thigh, brushing lightly on the insides of my legs. I found myself wanting to know what it would feel like if I let his cockhead nuzzle the wet lips of my pussy and I bent my legs a little more to let that happen.


“Oh my God...” I whispered when I felt the tip of his dick touch my warm pussy lips. It felt so good. Too good. I straightened my legs a little, lifting my hot pussy just out of reach.
“Do you want me to stop Mom?” He asked me as he licked and twirled his tongue over my nipples.
“Yessss...No....Mmmmmmmmmm... ...I…I don‘t know Joey” It felt so good.
“Do you want to touch me?” He moaned and I felt his cock rubbing against, poking at my pussy. I could feel the heat of his cock as he smeared his pre-cum all over my inner-thighs and the outside of my hot pussy.

“Joey... ...I can’t... ...We have to stop!” But as I heard myself saying it, I felt my hand reaching out. I couldn’t believe this. You’re gunna touch his hard dick... I told myself.

He sucked hard on my tits and moaned as I closed my fingers around the thickness of his prick. As soon as my fingertips touched his cock, I felt a shock deep inside my pussy. I felt weak in the knees and bent my knees again lowering my pussy the few inches it needed to let his cock head tease the wet lips again.

I put my free hand on the back of his head and let my fingers tangle in his thick hair. It felt so wonderful. So hot. So naughty. So dirty. He was right; the fact that it was my SON sucking and licking my tits, made it hotter. The fact that it was my teenage son’s cock I now had in my hand, made it... ...more exciting.
“Mmmmmmm Hummmmm...” Joey moaned into my tits.
“That feels so good Mom...”
I was softly stroking his cock back and forth now…Back and forth.
“I’ve dreamt about this so many times Mom...”
He sucked my entire nipple and areola into his mouth deep and hard. I pulled his head into my breasts and held him there while I moaned with pleasure.

Knowing that my son had fantasized about me doing this somehow made me want to do it more. He had asked me a short while ago if I wanted to give him a hand job... ...and now I was. I tightened my grip on his hard prick and began to rub the head of it along my pussy lips each time my hand brought it close enough. Soon he was moving his hips back and forth, pushing his cock at me.
I let go of him and put my hand on his tight little ass. I began to let him rub the length of his long dick along the outside of my pussy lips. I was getting so hot, so slippery. He was starting to make small groaning sounds.
We stood there in the living room grinding against each other like two newlyweds, while Joey kissed and sucked my tits. I’d began working my hips, matching my son’s thrust, allowing us both the most pleasure as possible without actually fucking.

My son looked up at me, letting my hard red nipple slide from between his wet lips, “Does it feel good Mom?”
“Yessss... ...Yes Joey. It feels wonderful.” I told him almost ashamed that it felt so good. All I could think of was how good it felt to have his hard dick sliding between my drenched pussy lips.
Joe looked up into my eyes. He kissed my hard nipple, “Give me a hand job Mom”

Hearing my own son say this to me in such a way made me feel so dirty, so much like a slut. The feeling began to consume me.
“Ga-head...” He urged me on.
I reached my hand down and once again closed my fingers around his dick. He felt thicker, harder. He was wetter now, due to the moisture seeping out of my pussy all over his prick.
Joey stood up straight as I stroked his cock for him. His face was even with mine as his hands still worked my tits, his thumbs making sure my nipples kept their hardness.
“That feels good Mom. Do you like doing it?”

My son was making me feel like a shameless whore and I liked it. We both knew I shouldn’t be doing this. We both knew it was wrong. I felt my pussy quiver when he asked me if I liked it.
“Yes Joey.” I looked him in the eyes.
“Yes what, Mom?”
He was going to make me say it.
“Yes... ...I like it...” I whispered.
“You like what Mom? Tell me.”

He was setting my pussy on fire. He was setting free the dirty whore that I kept buried deep inside myself; the dirty slut that I had never shown anyone. Not even his father. This whore had only shown herself a few times when I had masturbated and now... ...now she was about to tell her son how much she liked the feel of his cock.


“Tell me Mom...”
“Mmmm Joey...” I tightened my grip on his shaft, closed my eyes, and let my head fall back as I stroked a little faster.
“I love the way your cock feels in my hand Joey. I love giving you a hand job. I should have jerked you off in your room when you asked. I‘m sorry. I’m sorry I didn‘t.” I told my son.

He moaned and leaned in to me more.
“I should have dropped to my knees and made you cum when you asked me if I wanted to.” I gripped him tighter and moaned a moan of submission. I was being drawn into this lustful union like dirty water down the drain.
“Ohhh Mom... ...I thought about you saying that to me so many times while I jerked off.”

I could feel his hips starting to move again. It was my turn now. I was losing my mind.
“You don’t have to dream about it anymore Joey. I’m jerking you off now. Now tell me... ...what else have you dreamed about Baby? What else have you dreamt about me doing?”
I pulled his cock a little harder now. I loved the feel of it in my hand. I was pushing just the very tip into my pussy now each time my hand brought his cockhead near enough.
“Ohhhhh Moooooom...”
“Have you dreamt about fucking me Joey. Have you fantasized about sticking you hard cock in your mother’s cunt too Joey?”
“Yesssss Mom, Yessss...”

I lifted one knee up onto my son’s hip, wrapped my leg around his ass so that I could guide his throbbing cock into my cunt. I was so wet it slipped in easily. Joey let my tits bounce free as he reached down and held my knee to his hip. He reached with the other hand and lifted my other leg as his hard straight dick pushed all the way into my wet pussy.
Joey held me by the backs of my knees as I wrapped my legs around his ass so that he could fuck me standing up in the middle of the living room. He fucked me with long slow strokes. I locked my hands around his neck, buried my face in his chest and fucked him back, gyrating my hips in circles…left to right…then right to left, on his cock.


Five... ...ten... ...fifteen minutes of steady slow fucking.
“My God Joey...”
My son was making me cum.
“...I’m gunna cum baby!!! Don‘t stop!!! Don‘t stop Baby, please don‘t stop!!!”
I grunted into my son’s chest as I asked him to fuck me harder and held on tight. I tightened my legs around his waist and he let both hands slid to my ass, pulling me into his long dick again and again with each hard thrust.

“Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah... OH... MY... FUCKING... GOD!!!” I screamed out as my pussy exploded. “Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah... HOLD ME HONEY...HOLD ME TIGHT BABY!!!” I screamed at my son.

He shoved his big cock in his mother and held it there. My ass quivered and pulsed and jerked, my ass rolling in tight circles as I came hard. My pussy gripped his wet dick trying to get more and more of it inside.
“Does it feel good Mom? Does my hard cock feel good?”
“YES... FUCK YESSSSS....AHHHHHHHHHHH UHHHHHHHHHH!!!” I grunted.

When I came, my slippery mess poured over his balls, all over the floor and his feet. He started to fuck me hard again. He didn’t let up. When I began to scream, he continued pounding his cock into my pussy, digging for his own rapture.
With some of the lust relieved, I didn’t want my son to cum in me. Five minutes ago I wouldn’t have cared a bit. I would have begged for it. It would have made ME cum. But now...
“Easy Honey.” I told my son. “Stop Joey... ...Stop.” I shouted still holding on to him. He didn’t pay any attention to me. I wasn’t sure I really wanted him too. I held on as he kept pounding his cock into me. It felt so good. I didn’t want to stop. I just didn’t want my son to cum in me.
“Joey! Don’t cum in me Baby. Please don’t cum in me...”


He slowed down his assault on my cunt. His strokes eased a bit and got more shallow. This slow, more gentle fucking felt so good. I almost told him to just keep doing it.
“You can’t cum in me Baby.” I said as our eyes met. I closed his face in my hands and looked deep into his eyes and with a little devilish smile on my face I asked him if he’d ever dreamt about me sucking his dick.

Hearing myself say that to my teenage son made my pussy start to burn again and I pushed forward letting his cock fill me again. I knew if I didn’t get his long hard piece of meat out of me right then, that I wasn’t going to.
“Let me blow you Joey. Let me suck you off.” I told him like a true slut.
His pumping slowed more, almost to a stop.
“Ummmmm..” He moaned.
“Come on Honey. Wouldn’t you like my lips on your wet cock?” My pussy was boiling. I wanted to cum again but we had to stop.
“This feels so good Mom.”
“I know it does Baby. I haven’t been fucked like this in so long...” Then I thought about how he’d asked Jenny to get all made up.
“Would you like me to fix my make-up and put my red lipstick on and give you a nice slow blowjob?”

His eyes got wide and I felt his cock come out of my wet hole. I was almost sorry to feel it slide out. He put me down and asked, “What do you want me to do?”
“I don’t want you to do anything Honey. Come on.”
I started up the steps to my room, Joey followed close behind.
“I can’t believe this Mom.”
“I know Hun. Me either.”
“I’ve jerked off almost every night thinking about something like this.”

I couldn’t say the same but I was sure surprised at how much I wanted to do this. By the time we reached my bedroom my pussy was throbbing again.
“Just lay on the bed Joey.” I told him as I walked up to my dressing table, sat down and started to pull out my make-up.
“Can I stand by the mirror?” My son asked. I was pretty sure he wanted to watch me put on my make-up and then watch us both in the large mirror as I sucked his cock. I thought that was so kinky. So hot.
“Sure, come on.” I told him.

With him standing right next to me, I started to brush out my hair, do my eyeliner and eye-shadow. I went all out while my son stood right next to me watching. I could see his hard dick in the mirror while I made myself look more like a slut. It looked like he was in danger of blowing his load right there as I fixed my face.
I watched the pre-cum drip off the swollen red head of his cock. He was still shiny and wet from being in my hot pussy. My hand was shaking as I put my lipstick on. I was so eager to give my son a blowjob now.
“You Ok Mom?”
“Yes Baby. I’m just really excited.”
“Me too... ...Look at my dick!” He told me; his hands sliding down his stomach to his groin. His hands slid to each side of his hard-on until his thumbs touched the base of his hard dick and his fingers snuck underneath to his hairy balls as he showed me. It was harder now, fatter than it had been in his room. It looked like it was going to pop.
“Mmmm. I’m gunna cum like crazy Mom.”

I could see his hard dick throbbing and jerking in the mirror as I got ready. I quickly finished putting on my lipstick and turned in my chair to face my son. His cock was pointing right at me. I felt another incredible wave of dirty lust as I realized what I was about to do. I reached out, my son took a step up to me and laid his throbbing dick right in the palm of my hand. The feeling was amazing.

“Oh my God!” I whispered as my fingers closed around my son’s thick wet meat again and I leaned forward. “Mmmmmmmm” I moaned as I wrapped my red lips around the head of his dick and sucked. I let it slip out from between my warm lips. I was tasting it. It tasted wonderful. I opened my mouth again and started to slowly suck him back in.

“Mom...”
I looked up at Joey as more of his hard dick disappeared into my mouth.
“Oh Mom... ...You look great...”
I cut my eyes to the mirror and watched myself. I was blowing my son and he was right. I looked good doing this. I looked like a whore but I looked like a high-dollar whore.
I let my lips slide back off his cock slowly until they were just covering the very tip of his cockhead... ...then I sucked him back into my mouth again slowly. This time letting a little more than half of my son’s cock go in my mouth and touch the back of my throat.
“God Mom... ...I don’t want to cum yet. I don’t want this to be over.”

I can’t tell you how hot I was getting. How much I wanted to suck my son’s cock, how bad I wanted to make him cum. I don’t think I’d ever gotten that much pleasure from sucking someone’s cock before. I didn’t want it to be over either. I let his meat slide from my mouth and I kissed the head. I let my tongue slither around the tip of his dick, lapping up my son’s pre-cum then I kissed my way down one side of his shaft and back up the other. Slow wet sucking kisses and with each kiss, a little moan each time my lips touched his hot dick. I was loving my son’s cock. I was tasting my cum on it and I was getting more and more aroused as I did it.

“It doesn’t have to end when you cum Joey.” I told him.
The fact was, I wanted to fuck some more. I was hoping that after I made Joey cum in my mouth that he would let me keep sucking his soft prick until it was hard again. If I could get him hard again... ...I was sure that he would want to fuck some more.

“I sucked his stiff cock back into my mouth and started to work my lips up and down over him. I bobbed my head slowly, moaning and whimpering as I did it.
“Mom you look so fucking hot doing that.”
He started to sway his hips a little. I was working my hand over his hard shaft as I swallowed as much of his dick as I could.
“Mom... ...Look up at me.”
I did as my son asked. I looked up into his eyes as I let my lips slide back and forth over his wet cock. I felt so sexy doing that. I slid my hands to his hard ass and bobbed my head over his cock; sucking his long dick with only my mouth as I kneaded his ass checks and watched his dick slide in and out of my mouth in the mirror.
“Oh Fuck Mom! I want to kiss you... ...Can I kiss you on the lips Mom?”

I was a bit surprised; flattered too in a way. I slid my hands back around to his wet dick and pulled it out of my mouth. I let the spit from my mouth cover his dick and I started to slide my hands over his entire cock; teasing the swollen head with my thumbs as I did it. My hands were making a squishing sound as I leaned my head back, closed my eyes, parted my lips slightly and waited for my son to kiss me.
“Oh God...” He whispered as he bent over; my hands steady moving back and forth, back and forth, faster and faster.

Joey’s lips met mine and we kissed. It was a soft, gentle kiss at first but quickly turned to a messy wet sex kiss. Followed by three or four shorter more delicate kisses. My hands never slowed down. The way he kissed me made me want to please him even more. I was feeling incredibly dirty now. So hot, and nasty.
I pulled my head back a tiny bit, “I want to make you cum...” I told my son as I slipped his cockhead back into my mouth. Moaning with it in my mouth, knowing he would love that.
“You’re gunna Mom. You’re gunna make me cum. . . . in your mouth, Mom. . . .In your mouth!”
“Mmmmmm Hmmmmmm...” was my reply as I swallowed more of his thick cock.

I jerked and sucked and kissed my son’s fat dick for some time. I honestly don’t know how long it was. Two minutes or thirty minutes, I couldn’t say. Periodically he stopped me and pulled away, wanting to prolong the experience. I had never been so into sucking a cock in my life. Ever. My legs were spread now and my fingers were teasing my pussy right in front of my son while I sucked his dick. I couldn’t tell you when I started doing that either. Then I heard my son again.

“Mom...?”
“Ummmm Hmmmm...” I moaned, never taking his wet prick out of my mouth.
“When I cum... ...When I cum in your mouth...” His hips were moving faster now.
“Can I... ...Can I kiss you again Mom? Can I kiss you again after I cum in your mouth?”

He had obviously given this a great deal of thought. The question made me drive my fingers into my sopping cunt now. “Ummmm Hmmmm...” I moaned around his dick as I pictured him cumming in my mouth.
I pulled my mouth off him, “You want to taste your cum on my lips?” I asked between kissing his cock head and licking its underbelly. The thought made my pussy burn.
Shyly, he told me he did. His words made my pussy tighten around my fingers.
“Is that messed up?” He asked.
“Not at all, baby.” I assured him and when back to blowing him.
“Mmmmmmm...” I was close to cumming too.
“Oh yeah, that’s it Mom... ...That’s it.”
I could feel Joey’s cock getting thicker in my mouth. I started to jerk him off faster. My hand was almost a blur as I started to squirm around on my chair in anticipation of my son‘s explosion.
“Get ready Mom...”
“Um Hmmmmm...” I was jerking my ass back and forth on the chair as my fingers filled my wet cunt and strummed over my hard clit.
“I’m cumming Mom!! I’m cumming.”

I felt Joey’s entire body stiffen. He started to jerk his hips in tiny little jerks, like a dog fucking his bitch. I felt the first shot of cum run up my son’s cock and shoot into my mouth. I started to cum as soon as I tasted it. I continued to suck the tip of his cock and stroke him as he erupted. I swallowed as fast as I could but there was just no way that I could swallow that much cum so fast.

Cum exploded from between my red lips and fell on my tits and on my thighs. I kept swallowing and milking my son’s cock. I wanted his cum so badly, all of it. I didn’t care if it was in my mouth or all over my face and tits. I just wanted him to cum.
“Oh Fuck... ...Yessssssss... I’m cumming in your mouth Mom. I’m really doing it. And you‘re swallowing it!!! ”
My son’s enthusiasm fed the fire in my cunt and I started to cum again. The dirty lust and the taste of my son’s cum made me cum that much harder.

I loved the fact that I was making his dreams come true. I was thrilled that someone, even my son thought enough to dream about me. I stroked his meat and swallowed his cum like I was in a dream myself and the same thing that was making HIM cum, was making ME cum. I was getting off on sucking his dick and swallowing his hot salty load.
I moaned loud as I came. I let Joey’s prick slide from my mouth but I kept stroking his cock as I came.
“Oh My God Joey. You’re cumming so much.” I cooed as I watched another thick rope of pearly white cum shoot out of his cock.
“That’s it... ...Cum on my face.” I cried out as I squirmed all over my chair and watched the show in the mirror. “Cum all over me Honey... ...Cum on! Do it!” I begged.

I watched myself making my son cum. Watched in the mirror as more of my son’s cum splashed my lips. I was lost in lust.
When Joey’s was finally finished, I took him back in my mouth. I sucked hard to get the last few drops of his salty load as my own orgasm finally subsided.


I slipped him out of my mouth,
“Oh Honey... ...That was incredible.” I told him. He was beginning to get soft. I squeezed his cock in my hand. It made that wet squishy sound as I slid my fingers over it softly. I looked up at Joey with my mouth slightly open.
“My cum is all over you face.” He whispered in disbelief.

Joey bent down and kissed me full on the mouth. He brought one hand behind my head and the other fell to my breast. He massaged his cum into my tits as he kissed me long and lustfully. I opened my mouth and invited his tongue in while I slowly massaged his balls with one hand, his ass with the other.

“I can taste my cum.“ He whispered to me when the kiss finally ended.
“I know. It tastes so good.” I whispered back. He scooped up some of tasty mess that was on my cheek and smeared it gently over my red lips then he kissed me again. More softly but longer this time, more lovingly.
When our kiss ended, I looked at Joey’s soft cock in front of me and felt my pussy heating up again.

“Joey...” I said. “Why don’t you go sit on the bed”
He looked at me with a little smirk on his face.
“What are you going to do...” He asked me.
You could tell that he was excited. Excited and curious too. It made me feel like a young girl again.
“Why?” I asked. “Is there something else you’d like me to do?”
He smiled ear to ear. “Are you kidding. You just did what I’ve been dreaming about for the last three years.” He told me.


I got up from my chair, my thighs and chest were wet with my son’s cum as well as my own. I gently pushed him back until he sat on the edge of my bed. I knelt between his legs and told him to watch me. I started to kiss and suck Joey’s soft wet dick. Slowly, sensuously, taking all of his soft cock in my mouth and then letting it slide back out ever so slowly as I moaned my contentment…my happiness about this unlikely turn of events.

I kept doing this for a long time; pulling his soft cock with my wet lips, teasing it with my tongue. Over and over, sucking and kissing his soft dick. I loved the way it felt in my mouth. I sucked his balls and licked up any cum I found. I wanted to make him hard again so that we could fuck. I got hotter and hotter as I told him what I wanted to do…in great detail.
79 comments

Anonymous readerReport

2014-08-11 00:14:23
Bello veramente

Anonymous readerReport

2014-08-10 19:50:45
Love the fact that both of them were hot for each other.

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2014-08-05 19:14:09
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lily32ddReport

2014-07-22 12:05:52
Great story

Anonymous readerReport

2014-06-15 14:42:01
Good story- made my cock throb a LOT! Yum!

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