The son is 18.
Note the original version and intent of the story was completely different yet the same. It got rejected twice for that reason, so I had to do a lot of changes and additions to get this approved.
A Not So Simple Request
The mother having to raise a boy on her own and having to take it upon herself to make him into a good man, she took to heart what she read in a psychology magazine that she found at the doctor's waiting room. It was after reading this article that she decided to take matters into her own hands to help her son.
She seen how he looks at her, and she has heard things he says when he is about to cum while masturbating. With what she knows and what she read, she asks her son something so profound, yet not so uncommon. At least, that is what the article says.
It was during dinner she decided to spring it on him; to be blunt. This is of course after some liquid courage. A whole bottle of liquid courage.
"Honey, can you cum on my face?"
Dropping his spoon with mouth wide open in shock her son is lost for words. "Ummmm...."
"I know sweetie. It is crazy for me to ask. But I can't tell you why, just I need you to do this for mommy. Please I really need this to happen."
"Ummm...ummm...okay. When? How? Where?"
"Right here, right now."
***
Since the event Charlie could not stop thinking about what happened 3 days ago. His mother, Amanda out of the blue requested he cum on her face. It was a shock but also a gift in his eyes. Charlie has been infatuated with his mom since puberty, and only got stronger through the years.
At the ripe age of 18 his hormones are causing him not to make rational decisions. This becomes obvious what occurs 3 days later.
As for Amanda, the article that inspired these actions was about what can happen to a child if they do not get some sort of release when having sexual infatuation with a parent.
Not uncommon as one would think of their child wanting to have sexual relations with them. So many times Amanda would walk to Charlie's door, about to open it to say goodnight and then hearing through the door of her title being said out loud: mom or mommy. It varied and not always the same. This is always followed by verbal commands from her son. She can only assume he is masturbating to thoughts of her.
Such thoughts become clear when he makes demands, or commands for a better word to swallow his cum and other sexual acts. She too has trouble admitting to herself not only is flattered but more troubling aroused by hearing him speak about such things.
At first she was not going to do anything about it. No harm in living out fantasies. She has her own which is only natural. But was not till she heard Charlie in his moments of release that they had an influence on her, and she would head to her room to masturbate herself, and from the first moment she pictured Charlie doing things to her in replace of some young stud, it has been him in her mind ever since.
Take that and the article it was not that difficult for her to ask this of Charlie. It was not to fulfill some sexual desire or fetish of her own, but rather to help him with a release more substantial than rubbing his penis and imagining her.
However, while this may or may not been a one-time thing she was not prepared, but yet not shocked when Charlie made his own request. That request took place 3 days after the initial incident.
"Mom, can I put my dick in your mouth?"
While standing at the sink cleaning the dishes, her son, who is finishing the last of his meal, gets the nerve to ask her this.
Upon hearing this, she pauses and places the dish on the drying rack. Then drops the sponge in the sink and places both hands on the edge and takes a deep breath.
Waiting anxiously for her response, he feels sick to his stomach. The nerves are getting to him, but he did it. There is no turning back now. Second guessing himself, thinking "Did I go to far? Am I pushing my luck" then he hears from his mother, "Okay."
Upon hearing that one word, the son finds a release in his anxiety, and a sense of joy fills his entire body. Prior to waiting for her reply, he did not realize he stopped breathing the entire time. Taking a much-needed breath, grabs his plate and walks towards his mother to drop off his dish and utensils. Right before leaving her, he leans over and places a soft sensual kiss on her neck resulting her getting goosebumps also followed by a moan. The very thought of having her son's cock in her mouth arouses her; even though she would not admit that to him and herself.
Moments later ***
After the kiss to his mother's neck and walking away she told him to take a shower prior to meeting him at the couch; he was to sit there...naked. Between the shower and the time at the couch, the mother took extra time to find the courage to do what she must do for the sanity and future of her son. At least that is what she believes, or at the very least what she tries to convince herself. But what is even more troubling to her is the intensity of the arousal she feels. Her pussy has reached a level of moistness that she finds her panties soaked with her natural juices.
Later in her bedroom ***
Upon undressing and finding her panties soaked, she reaches out for her silk robe that she rarely wears. It is quite short and barely covers her ass as well as her pussy. The slightest bend can expose her to anyone within viewing distance. Listening for the sounds from the bathroom she hears the water shutoff. Minutes after she hears the door opening followed by her son's footsteps heading away from her doorway in the direction of the living room.
Sitting on the couch, naked as the day he was born he begins to fidget. Anxious is one of the things that he is feeling. There is doubt crossing his mind, but he also reminds himself what took place the first time, and then reminding himself his mother did agree. The first time came with a long explanation of to why she would agree to be part of something sexual with her own son. There was no reason for her to go over that again.
While on the couch he hears his mother approaching by the subtle sound of feet on carpet. Looking in that direct he finds himself in a state of shock. Has he never seen his mother in something so sensual, so revealing. There before him is his mother in a silk robe but is not only that. Her sexy long legs are fully exposed and notices her pussy is on the verge of being exposed which unknown to him is bare being that she did not bother putting on a dry pair. In addition, her robe is partially open exposing both sides of her breasts. Wishing he could remember the days he fed from her body for necessary nutrition to help with his growth, he now seems them as a form of stimulation. Going from tools to produce milk, to objects of sexual stimulation, he drools from what he sees both from site and from his imagination.
What feels like minutes was seconds, they find themselves face to face, inches apart. The son sitting on the couch, the mother standing over him. Time ceases to exist for them. Her pussy dripping down her leg, her breasts rising with her breath, they do not speak.
In time, the mother bends forward exposing more of her chest, placing her hands directly onto his knees for support as she lowers herself to the floor. With her facing him sitting on her knees she pushes his legs apart giving her room to get closer to the object of desire: not just for him but also for her.
Finding herself inches from his cock, she slides her hands up his legs. to his sides and grasping him and pulling herself forward getting her mouth just above his cock. Without the use of her hands, she allows entry and makes a tight seal; using her tongue she baths her son's head.
After the brief tongue bath, she takes more of him into her mouth till she reaches a certain point where the head meets her throat. Not taking much of a pause she raises her head but does not release it fully and then slides forward again. In time she picks up speed increasing her suction in the process giving her son what he requested at the dinner table: a blowjob. No longer using her tongue, but rather the natural friction of her lips sliding up and down his cock with the added sensation of suction, she brings her son closer and closer to an orgasm.
In minutes she feels her son expanding in girth, and the pulses from the veins. Knowing this is signs of an impending orgasm she begins Increasing the speed with no intention of releasing his cock. However, her judgement was not completely accurate because she was surprised by the first spurt that hit the back of her throat; followed by three more. Then soon those that follow create a pool of spunk on her tongue.
As the pulses ended, so does the girth of it as well as the firmness. Knowing this she begins to slide up but not releasing him...at least not yet. Taking a deep breath through her nose she sucks the end of her son's phallus with everything she got getting the very last of bits of cum out of him. Then with a pop he is free of her mouth, and she takes the moment to swallow the evidence of what just happened.
Immediately the mother gets up and briskly walks to her bedroom, closes the door, drops her robe, throws herself onto the bed, and fucks herself with the dildo she has in her bedside drawer.
Since raising her son on her own, this toy is as close as she can get to getting fucked. While it does take the edge off, there is no true substitute to getting fucked by a real cock. Pumping the sex toy in and out of her pussy with no mercy, she finds herself picturing the person fucking her is her son.
She did try to fight this image this time out of guilt, and disgust, but her desires and fantasies take over. Between that image and much needed help with rubbing her clit she explodes into an intense orgasm.
When it finally ends, Amanda releases the dildo from her hands leaving it logged in her, allowing it to naturally slide out of her pussy. This is followed by her finding a moment of peace followed by a needed night of rest.
During all of this her son was on the other side of the door with his ear firmly placed against it, listening as he is stroking his cock while wishing he had the nerve to walk in there and see what is taking place on the other side of the door.
Days later ***
Days gone by since the last sexual event. Day after day the mother is having a losing battle with herself that this was originally about helping her son. Now, it has become more of a need for herself. Trying to convince herself she is there to help, not enjoy, it is becoming apparent she wants it. Maybe more than he does.
This is solidified when she hears the following words from him, "Mom, I need to put my cock in your pussy."
Her reaction to that sends a chill through her body, juices flowing from her pussy, and finding herself barely able to stand. Using the sink as support she tries to keep her voice calm and not giving any sign that what he is asking she so desires.
"Okay honey. But mommy needs wine first. Go take a shower and stay in your room while I prepare for this. Go on now. I will take care of your plate."
