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Mom And Son

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“What’s happening?” I asked my seventeen-year-old son.

I was sitting in the living room chair by the fireplace, which wasn’t lit. He stood in front of me, bent over slightly, and had undone the second button of my blouse. I had left the top button open.

He didn’t say anything at first and I repeated the question, “What are you doing?”

He undid the third button of my blouse and I smacked my chest with my hand. I was a thirty-nine-year-old woman and hadn’t been this surprised in years.

“You’re beautiful, Mom,” he said, “and I want to see more of you.”

“Well, you’re not going to,” I said. “That’s wrong.”

“According to whom?” he asked, startling me with the use of “whom.”

I took my hand away and he quickly reached in and undid the fourth and fifth buttons. That left only the bottom button and my breasts now showed prominently, although I had a bra on, of course. My boobs aren’t big, they’re B cups, but they’re not tiny, either.

“Stop!” I said and he did.

I didn’t button myself back up, leaving the evidence visible so I could find him guilty, although I was a little vague on what crime had been committed.

“Mom,” Tommy said, “your breasts are delicious. Why can’t I see them?”

My hand was back up and sort of covering my cleavage. Delicious?

“Well, there isn’t really a good reason except that I’m your mom and you’re not allowed to see mom’s boobs. That’s some sort of rule,” I finished lamely.

“It’s stupid. It’s OK for literally everyone else in the world to see your boobs. It hurts no one. I don’t know who sets the rules, but they’re stupid.”

I thought about what he’d said. No one had actually seen my breasts outside of a doctor’s office for almost two years, the last time I had sex. Few had seen them since my divorce five years ago. But it was also true that there were no rules against anyone else seeing them. Maybe not my cousins? My aunt and uncle? Mom was OK, but dad was not?

“Fine,” I declared and took off my blouse. I unhooked my bra and threw it to the floor. “Happy?”

“Wow, Mom, yeah! Your breasts are stunning.”

He had a good vocabulary. I watched him as he straightened his hard-on so it was straight up under his pants. It bulged a little. And I’ll admit I thought my breasts looked pretty good, too. They were small for sure, but they were sort of pointy and the nipples were a bit puffy. They looked designed to be sucked on. I’d hated them when I was in my teens, but I’d grown to like them as I got good feedback from men and women. They’d never cause me a back problem, either.

“Thanks,” I replied. “What are you going to do with that?”

I pointed at his crotch, then quickly blushed and looked away.

“Sorry, Tommy, I didn’t mean that.”

“It’s OK,” he said. “Fair is fair.”

Two seconds later his pants and underwear were down around his ankles and his cock was standing straight out, staring me in the face. It was maybe four feet away, much too close. It took my breath away. Not because it was huge, because it wasn’t. But it looked to be maybe close to six inches long although thinner than an adult’s dick. Which I guessed my son was, an adult, sort of. Sticking his cock in my face.

“Uh,” I said.

Tommy reached down and began to stroke his cock. My hand flew to my mouth and covered it. I knew I should tell him to stop, knew I should look away, knew I should get up and leave.

Instead, I said, “Holy shit!” But it was more of a mumble from behind my hand.

“God, I’ve wanted to do this for so long, Mom. Masturbate in front of you. Do you like watching?”

How could he say any of that? I could never masturbate in front of someone, not even my husband when I had one. I didn’t reply, but I knew my eyes were wide.

My son was a senior in high school. He was on the swim team and, while far from the fastest, the exercise had left him leanly muscled. His brown hair was shorter on the sides than the top and he used gel or something in it. He had grey eyes and his chin implied a dimple without actually showing one. Tommy was a good-looking kid, if I do say so myself.

Below his abs, which had some muscling showing, his hand jacked his cock. His eyes never left my breasts. I reached up and rubbed my nipple, then my chest generally. My nipples were hard. And I could feel myself getting wet.

“You shouldn’t,” I whispered to both of us.

It didn’t matter what I said. He ejaculated, his first spurt jetting onto my hand and breast. The second one, too, and he stepped close to me so the remaining streams fell on my legs. When he finished cumming, he reached out and stroked my boob with his cum-covered hand. He felt the hard nipple. A sudden shiver shook my body.

“That was something,” I said for lack of anything better to say.

“Yeah, it was. Thanks, Mom.”

He pulled up his pants and underwear and left me sitting there, cum on my breast. What the fuck just happened?

We didn’t talk about what happened, not even at dinner, although we did sit a little closer together. That night, at 11 pm, when Tommy usually went to sleep, I walked into his bedroom. I was wearing my best, sheerest lingerie, which I hadn’t worn for anybody in three years. It was really a sheer robe, white and synthetic although it felt like silk. It opened in the front and I wore it partway open now, although it was tied at my waist and my pussy could hardly be seen. Hardly.

“Mom!” he said. “Wow, you look hot!”

I might have blushed a little, but that was also exactly what I’d hoped for.

“Thank you, Tommy. I thought maybe we could talk a little bit.”

“Sure. Anything. I can see your, uh, boobs, you know.”

“Yes, I know, Son.” I sat at the edge of the bed. “About your masturbating earlier today…”

“I know, Mom. I don’t know what happened. I saw your tits, I mean your boobs, and, well, my mind went blank and the next thing I knew I was masturbating. Once I start, I don’t stop until I’ve finished.”

“It’s fine, Tommy. What I meant to say was that I enjoyed watching you. Seeing you masturbate. It turned me on, got me wet. Do you know what it means when a woman gets wet?”

He was lying on his back with just a sheet over him. It was warm in the room, it wasn’t just me, maybe 76F. I pulled the sheet down to his knees. He wore nothing for a top, just bare skin. His pajama bottoms were navy blue shorts, sort of like boxers but light cotton. I rubbed the skin above his knee with my fingernails.

“Yes. I mean, I think I do,” he said. “Your pussy gets wet when it’s ready for, uh, sex. I think.”

“Close, anyway. I start to get wet when I’m aroused.” My fingernails were just stroking his thigh lightly, back and forth. “When I get really aroused, ready for sex or masturbating, I’m really wet. Sometimes soaking wet. I’m a little wet now.”

His cock had been hardening and I watched the bulge in his pajamas move. Tommy reached down and straightened it out so it pointed straight toward his belly button. It tented his shorts.

“Do you want to feel how wet I am?” I asked.

I didn’t wait for an answer, but took his hand in mine and pulled it to my cunt. I spread my legs a bit and touched his fingers to my hairless labia.

“Does it feel wet to you?” I asked.

I felt his fingers moving around the outside. I pushed one of his fingers into me a little bit and I could hear the slurp. I smiled. His finger poked around.

“Push it in and out, Tommy. Here, let me show you.”

I took my hand away from his leg and put it between my legs, inserting two fingers up to the second knuckle. I spread my legs further apart.

“Can you see?”

He turned toward me and his cock came in contact with my thigh. I finger-fucked myself for maybe a minute. It felt really good and I loved being watched, even by my son. Especially by my son.

“OK, now you do it,” I said. “Move over on the bed.”

Tommy slid until he was against the wall of his twin bed. I lay down next to him, but I was so close to the edge I thought I might fall off. My robe rode up and scrunched under my ass, my hairless cunt showing prominently.

“Here,” I said, “get between my legs. Yes, like that, much better.”

I spread my legs apart and Tommy knelt between them. I felt his index and middle fingers part my labia. They slipped inside, quietly this time. I let him finger-fuck me for a while, then decided to raise the bar. I put my own fingers over my clit and began to rub. My clit was subtly harder than when I was unaroused and a hundred times more sensitive.

“Do you see what I’m doing, Tommy?”

“You’re rubbing yourself.”

“Yes, but in particular I’m rubbing my clit. It’s the most sensitive part of my body. It’s sort of like that sensitive spot near the top of your cock. You know where I mean?”

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“Yes, Mom, I know.” He said it in the sarcastic tone of teenagers.

My fingers were moving quickly. It felt terrific, but I made myself stop.

“OK, now you rub me there. No, don’t stop fingering me, use two hands. Or you can try to use your thumb.”

His thumb missed my clit as much as it hit it, but I enjoyed the sensations. His fingers weren’t as deep into me anymore. Still, he was trying and it felt pretty good.

“Mommy,” he said, calling me “mommy” for the first time in years, “my cock is going to explode. It’s so fucking hard.”

Well, I was into enjoying myself, but Tommy trumped everything else.

“Do you want to masturbate?” I asked.

“Sort of. I was thinking maybe you would do it for me?”

I should have seen that coming.

“OK, let’s change places,” I said. I would give him the speech about making sure your woman orgasms another time.

I got out of the bed and Tommy lay down. I pulled off his bottoms, which showed multiple pre-cum spots, one still damp. Crawling between his knees, I knelt on my own and took his cock into my hand.

It was totally hard, but was only medium-sized. Now that I had my hand on it, his dick wasn’t close to six inches long and it was thinner than those I was used to. Still, he was only seventeen and it would almost certainly grow bigger. I began to jerk it up and down. I thought about sucking him off, but after jerking his cock maybe ten times, he came, a huge spurt of cum into the air that landed on his shoulder. A second squirt was almost as big and I held his cock straight so it would shoot up. He ejaculated several more times, smaller shots that trickled down to nothing. I leaned forward and kissed the end, tasting his cum, salty and slippery.

“Jeez, Mommy, jeez.”

“Yeah,” I said. “I guess you needed that.”

The following night I walked into his room naked. It might sound as though I had a plan, but I didn’t. The night before, when I’d walked in wearing almost nothing, I knew I wanted Tommy to see me naked, but I couldn’t tell you why. He’d already seen my breasts, there wasn’t much left to see, anyway. I’d sort of masturbated in front of him when I demonstrated finger-fucking, but not really, it was just a demo. And tonight, totally nude, was intended to be provocative, but not with any explicit goal except that I expected Tommy to cum. I liked being naked in front of my son, but then I enjoyed the idea of it in front of almost anybody. I just never did it. Well, seldom. And I did it tonight.

“How are you doing, Tommy?” I asked.

“I’m great, Mommy,” he said, using “mommy” again. “I was hoping you’d visit me again tonight.”

“I’m here, Son,” I said, maybe a little anxiously.

I was, I admit, eager to see his cock. I loved his face, loved his body, loved his mind. But at that moment, I wanted to see his dick and I don’t care how that sounds. I pulled down the sheet that was covering him.

“You’re naked, too!” I exclaimed.

I suddenly felt a little damp. I put a finger between my legs and felt it. Tommy’s cock was only half hard, sort of pointing off to the side. I watched as it inched up, crawling up his hip until it pointed straight at his chin. It ticked like a stuck second hand on a watch, less than an inch, up and down, tick, tick.

As I sat at the edge of the bed, my hand reached naturally for his cock and I wrapped my fingers around it, feeling the hard softness, harder than a sponge, softer than a wine cork, like an unpeeled slightly over-ripe banana. I stroked his cock several times then lowered my head.

I pushed him into my mouth, my lips separating as the cock intruded. I bobbed my head once, twice, then went all the way down, my lower lip touching his balls. His dick filled my throat, but I didn’t worry about breathing. I was in control. I left it in my throat for long seconds before lifting my head most of the way back, then deep-throated him again. I hadn’t realized how much I missed sucking cock.

I sucked like that for a minute, feeling a little saliva drip down my chin. I’d hardly used my hand, but I switched to holding his shaft and sucking just the tip, the cap of his mushroom. I licked it with my tongue and stretched my tongue so I could lick the frenulum, the sensitive bit just below the tip on the bottom. I know I was thinking that with a little licking there his ejaculation would be cum burbling from the end of his cock, a smooth flow down the sides of his cock like honey squeezed from the bottle. Instead, ten seconds after I started licking him there, he shot two feet into the air, his cum landing on his tummy as I jerked my head away. I quickly returned to licking and the remaining spurts were small ones that leaked over the head of his dick and down his shaft, over my hand. I opened my mouth and took him in, swallowing his whole cock again, more slippery this time. I sucked all the cum off him as I slowly eased him out of my mouth.

“Nice, Mommy, thank you,” he said.

“You’re very welcome. Have a good night, Tommy.”

I started to get up, but he said, “Wait, Mommy. Shouldn’t I do something? Finger you again? Something?”

I considered asking him to eat my pussy, but that seemed like a little much for a seventeen-year-old and, besides, I was eager to masturbate. Obviously, I wouldn’t let him fuck me. My cunt was soaked, actually leaking. My chest felt tight and my breasts felt like they were expanding. My nipples were hard and I had crazy tingling happening in my cunt. I was really fucking horny.

“Well,” I squeaked, “maybe I could just masturbate a little.”

“Really?” he asked as though totally amazed at the thought of his mother masturbating. I knew I was amazed that I would do it.

I eased back onto my ass and pulled out my legs, putting them over his. I lay back, my head right at the bottom of the bed. I reached down and brushed my fingertips against my thighs using just the nails. I rubbed my tummy and my breasts. I began to play with both nipples between my fingertips, rolling them smoothly. My fingers moved slowly over the very ends and I felt a rush of arousal. I never even thought to try to suck my nipples, my breasts were too small to do it comfortably.

My ass crack touched Tommy’s balls. I moved my right hand down to my cunt and began to stroke. Tommy’s cock was still soft, lying there as though dead. But I was warm and getting warmer. My fingers glided across my clit, barely touching it. I inserted two fingers into my cunt and finger-fucked myself, watching my son watching me.

I closed my eyes and imagined Tommy watching me play with myself. In my mind’s eye I saw him get hard and masturbate. We were still in the positions we currently lay in, but he was quickly jerking his cock and cumming. He spurted all over my hand and my pussy. He ejaculated all over himself, over his chest, over his hand, cum dripped down his balls. One thing about imagining something is that it doesn’t have to be real. Tommy came for a long time. I love watching a man cum. I felt my tummy begin to knot.

I thought about Tommy fucking me. I added my other hand and rubbed my clit at the same time I used my fingers inside. It wasn’t like looking at him face to face, it was more watching his ass moving between my legs, seeing his small balls slamming into my butt. He fucked me hard, really hard. It wasn’t his cock I thought about, well, it was visually his, but I imagined the bigger dicks I’d enjoyed over the years. Maybe size doesn’t matter (much), but when I fantasize, I want a really large cock. I felt him cum inside me, white cream gushing inside me, pouring from big, hard cocks.

God, I was close to cumming. I thought of myself up on...

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