A Proper Sendoff

Suggested by Trent. Hope you all enjoy.

Trent Jamison sat slumped at the kitchen table, his spoon circling his half-eaten bowl of cereal without purpose. The morning light streamed through the window, painting the room in a soft glow that seemed to mock his somber mood.

His mother, Carly, bustled around the kitchen, her footsteps a gentle tap-tap against the linoleum floor. She was a vision of motherly care, her blonde hair tied back in a loose bun, her eyes a deep shade of blue that matched the sky outside.

"What's got you so down, Trent?" she asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You've barely touched your breakfast."

Trent shrugged her off, his eyes lingering on her generous curves that even the baggy sweatpants couldn't conceal. At nineteen, he had never felt so lost.

"It's just... I leave tomorrow," he mumbled, pushing the bowl away. "I'm gonna miss everything. School, my friends, and..." His voice trailed off, unable to voice the darkest fear that had been gnawing at him for weeks.

Carly sighed, her hand sliding down to his. "You'll be okay, baby," she said, her voice a soothing balm to his anxiety. "You're strong. You've got this." But the words felt hollow to both of them. They both knew the truth: he could go overseas and never come back.

For years, Trent had harbored a secret, one that made him feel like a monster. Ever since he was eleven, he'd had sexual fantasies about Carly, his own mother. Her voluptuous body had been the star of his adolescent dreams, and now, as he stared at the woman who had raised him, he couldn't help but feel an intense surge of desire.

It was wrong, he knew it, but the thought of never having experienced the pleasure of a woman, especially one as beautiful and caring as her, was too much to bear.

"There's something else," he said finally, looking up to meet her gaze. "I... I don't want to die without having had sex." The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken truth. Carly's eyes widened, a mix of shock and understanding. She knew her son had been a late bloomer, but she had never considered the depth of his desperation.

With a gentle smile, Carly took a seat beside him, her hand still on his. "You know, Trent," she began, her voice a soft murmur, "you don't have to go through this alone." Her heart fluttered with a strange mix of emotions - surprise, arousal, and something she couldn't quite put her finger on. She had always been a sexual person, and the idea of her son feeling this way about her was both thrilling and terrifying.

"What do you mean?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

"I'm here for you," she said, leaning closer. "Always have been, always will be." Her eyes searched his, looking for any sign of doubt or disgust. Instead, she saw only need.

Standing up, Carly walked over to the fridge and grabbed an orange. She peeled it slowly, the sound of the rind tearing echoing in the quiet room. She turned to him, her expression unreadable. "You've never had sex?" she questioned, slicing the fruit with precision.

Trent nodded, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. "Never even had a girlfriend."

Carly took a deep breath, her own desires warring with the maternal instinct to protect him. She knew she shouldn't, but she couldn't help herself. "Well, then," she said, her voice a seductive purr, "I suppose I'll have to be the one to take care of that for you." She bit into the orange, the juice running down her chin.

The room seemed to shrink around them as Trent's eyes followed the rivulet of juice. He watched, entranced, as Carly licked it away, her tongue darting out like a serpent's. He felt his cock thicken in his pants, the ache of years of unsated desire pulsing through his veins. "You... you'd do that for me?" he stuttered, unable to believe his own ears.

"Why not?" she replied, her own voice thick with a newfound boldness. "You're my son, and I want you to be happy before you go." She took another bite of the orange, her teeth sinking into the flesh with a soft crunch. "Besides," she added with a wink, "I've always had a soft spot for you."

Trent's heart raced as Carly sailed out of the kitchen, leaving him to stew in his own thoughts. Was this really happening? He had dreamt of this moment a thousand times, but now that it was here, he felt paralyzed with anticipation. He could hear the sound of her footsteps on the stairs, the creak of her bedroom door, and the rustle of fabric as she changed into something more... revealing.

Minutes felt like hours as he waited, his imagination running wild with the possibilities of what lay ahead. Finally, she descended the stairs, her body a symphony of curves wrapped in a scrap of lace that barely contained her 38F breasts. The sight of his mother dressed in such a way sent a jolt of electricity straight to his groin.

"I hope this is what you had in mind," she said, her voice a playful purr. She twirled around, showing off the way the lingerie hugged her body, the piercing in her navel glinting in the light. The fabric was so sheer that he could almost make out the darker patch of hair between her legs.

Trent's mouth went dry as he took in the vision before him. "Mom," he croaked, "you look... amazing."

Carly walked over to him, her hips swaying with a confidence that was almost predatory. She stood before him, her hands on his shoulders, her breasts heaving with each breath she took. "Do you still want this?" she asked, her voice low and seductive.

He nodded, unable to form words. She leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. "Good," she whispered, her hand sliding down to grip the bulge in his pants. "Because I want you too."

Their eyes locked, and in that moment, the barrier between mother and son shattered like a fine china plate dropped from a great height. The kitchen, once a bastion of innocence and domesticity, had transformed into a stage for their forbidden desires.

Trent felt his cock strain against the fabric of his pants as Carly's hand moved to unbuckle his belt. Her touch was firm but gentle, a masterful blend of authority and care that made him feel both vulnerable and powerful. He watched, his eyes hooded with lust, as she pulled out his thick, nine-inch cock.

"Mom," he murmured, his voice thick with need.

"Call me Carly," she corrected, her eyes never leaving his. "For today, I'm not just your mother." She leaned down, her pink, glossy lips parting to take him in her mouth. The sensation was like nothing he had ever felt before - wet, warm, and utterly consuming. Her tongue swirled around the tip of his cock, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin. He groaned, his hands finding their way to the back of her head, urging her deeper.

This was it, the moment he had fantasized about for so long. And it was happening. He watched as his mother's cheeks hollowed out, her eyes closed in concentration, as she took him deeper and deeper into her throat. Her throat constricted around his shaft, sending waves of pleasure rippling through his body.

He knew he wouldn't last much longer. The feeling was too intense, too overwhelming. But before he could cum, she pulled away, her lips glistening with saliva. "Let's go to my room," she murmured, taking his hand and leading him through the house. It felt like a dream, a feverish haze of desire that had finally come to life.

Once in her room, Carly turned to face him, her eyes smoldering with a hunger that matched his own. "Do you know what you're doing, baby?" she asked, her voice a sweet symphony of maternal care and seductive promise.

Trent nodded, his voice thick with need. "I've... I've watched a lot of videos." It was true. His secret porn stash was a testament to his obsession with sex, with his mother's body.

Carly chuckled, the sound a low, throaty rumble that sent shivers down his spine. "Well, let's see what you've learned," she said, her hand guiding him to the bed. She sat on the edge, her legs spread slightly, inviting him to come closer.

He approached her tentatively, his heart racing like a wild horse. He could smell her arousal, sweet and heady, and it only made him want her more. He dropped to his knees before her, his eyes locked on the prize before him: her big, round ass, barely covered by the flimsy lingerie. He reached out, his hand trembling, and traced the curve of one cheek.

"You like that?" she asked, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

"I love it," he breathed, his voice barely audible.

"Good," she said, leaning back slightly. "Because I've been waiting a long time for this."

With that, she stood and turned to face him, her breasts spilling out of the lacy cups. "Take them out," she instructed, her voice firm.

Trent obeyed, his trembling hands pushing the fabric aside to reveal her nipples - pierced and hard, begging for his touch. He leaned in, taking one in his mouth, teasing the metal ring with his tongue. She gasped, her hand tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. Her other hand found his cock, stroking it slowly as he continued to suckle at her breast.

The room was filled with the sounds of their muffled moans and gasps. The tension was palpable, a thick, heavy fog that clung to their skin like the scent of sex itself. Carly could feel her pussy growing wetter with every stroke of her son's tongue, every squeeze of her hand around his cock.

Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. She pushed him back gently, her eyes never leaving his. "I need you inside me," she whispered, her voice a desperate plea.

Trent nodded, his eyes glazed with lust. He stood and helped her onto the bed, his hands roaming over her body as if he were worshipping a goddess. He kissed her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, leaving a trail of fire in his wake.

"Take off your clothes," she told him, her voice a command he was all too eager to obey. He stripped slowly, giving her a show that she hadn't bargained for. His body was lean and muscular, a testament to his years playing football.

As he stepped closer, she could see the outline of his cock, thick and hard against his stomach. She licked her lips, her pussy clenching in anticipation. This was really happening. Her son was going to fuck her, and she was going to let him.

When he was fully naked, she took him in her hand, her eyes widening at the feel of his length and girth. "You're so big," she murmured, her thumb brushing over the head of his cock.

"You're going to take all of me," he said, his voice a growl of pure need.

"Oh, I will," she promised, her eyes never leaving his. "And you're going to love it."

With that, she guided him to her, her hand around his cock, her pussy slick and ready. He pushed into her, inch by agonizing inch, filling her completely. They both groaned, the sound a symphony of pleasure that seemed to echo through the house.

Trent's hips began to move, a slow, deliberate rhythm that made Carly's eyes roll back in her head. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, her pussy clenching around his cock. "Fuck me, baby," she whispered, her voice a hoarse whisper of need.

Trent did as he was told, his strokes growing deeper, faster, more urgent. The bed beneath them creaked and groaned, a testament to their passion. He watched her face, her eyes tightly closed, her mouth open in a silent scream. He could feel her orgasm building, the tension coiling tightly in her body.

"Look at me," he demanded, his voice thick with his own need. Her eyes snapped open, meeting his gaze. "I want to see you when you cum."

Her eyes widened, a look of shock crossing her face before she nodded, her teeth biting down on her bottom lip. "I'm close," she panted, her hips rising to meet his. "So close."

He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a kiss that was both fierce and tender. His tongue danced with hers, tasting the sweetness of her breath. He felt her pussy tighten around him, the muscles clenching and releasing in a delicious dance of pleasure.

With a final, deep thrust, Carly screamed out her release, her body arching off the bed. Her pussy spasmed around his cock, her juices coating him as he continued to pump into her. The sight of her, lost in ecstasy, was too much for him to handle. He pulled out, his cock glistening with her cum, and stroked himself rapidly.

"Oh, Mom," he groaned, his eyes never leaving hers. "I'm going to cum all over your face."

Her eyes lit up, a look of pure, unbridled lust transforming her features. "Do it," she breathed, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. "I want to taste you."

With a roar of pleasure, Trent came, his hot, sticky cum spurting across her face, her tits, her chin. She opened her mouth, catching some of it on her tongue, her eyes never leaving his.

For a moment, they just stayed there, panting, their bodies covered in a sheen of sweat. Then, Carly reached up, her hand shaking slightly, and wiped a glob of cum from her cheek. She brought it to her mouth and licked it off, her eyes never leaving his.

The silence was deafening, the only sound the harsh rasp of their breathing. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated intimacy that neither of them had ever experienced before.

"How was it?" she asked finally, her voice soft and tender.

Trent collapsed beside her, his body spent. "Better than I ever imagined," he murmured, his hand finding hers. "Thank you, Mom."

Her hand squeezed his, her thumb tracing lazy circles on the back of his hand. "No, baby," she said, her voice a warm caress. "Thank you."

They laid there, entwined in each other's arms, the scent of sex and love hanging heavy in the air. The sun had moved across the sky, casting shadows across the room. It was as if the world outside had ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the two of them, lost in their own little slice of heaven.

Their bodies were sticky with sweat and cum, but neither of them cared. They were in a bubble, a place where time had no meaning, where all that existed was the pounding of their hearts and the feel of each other's skin.

"I don't ever want to leave," Trent whispered, his eyes searching hers.

Carly's heart swelled with a love she had never felt before. "You never have to," she assured him, her voice a gentle promise. "We'll always have this."

They kissed, a soft, lingering kiss that spoke volumes. It was a kiss that held the promise of a thousand more nights like this, a thousand more moments of stolen pleasure.

And as they lay there, their bodies still entwined, they knew that nothing would ever be the same again. The line between mother and son had been irrevocably blurred, and in its place was a bond of carnality that neither had ever dared to explore.

Trent felt a sense of peace wash over him, a feeling that he had finally claimed his manhood, and in the most unexpected of ways. He had shared something with Carly that no one else would ever understand, and it had brought them closer than he had ever thought possible.

Carly, for her part, felt a strange mix of maternal pride and sexual satisfaction. She had given her son the gift of his first sexual experience, and she had taken him to heights that no one else could. Her body hummed with the aftermath of her orgasm, and she knew that she had unlocked a part of him that would never again be denied.

They lay there, their hearts beating as one, their breaths synchronized in the quiet of the afternoon. The sun painted patterns on the wall, and the world outside continued to turn, blissfully unaware of the tumultuous sea of emotions that had just been unleashed within the confines of this small suburban home.

But as the light began to fade, so too did their time together. Trent knew that he had to report to basic training in the morning, and the reality of his new life was beginning to set in. He turned to Carly, his blue eyes searching hers.

"Thank you," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "For everything."

Her hand reached out to stroke his cheek, her thumb tracing the line of his jaw. "You don't have to thank me," she said, her own voice trembling. "This was for us, baby. For the love we never knew we could have."

They shared one final, lingering kiss, a silent promise that no matter where life took them, they would always cherish this secret, this beautiful, forbidden thing that was theirs alone.

And with that, they both knew that the night had come to an end. They would have to face the world again, the world that knew nothing of their shared passion. But for now, in this quiet, still moment, they were all that mattered.

They stood, their bodies weary but sated, and began to clean up the evidence of their transgression. The lace lingerie was tossed aside, the bed made up with fresh sheets. They showered together, their hands roaming over each other's bodies one last time, reassuring themselves that this was real, that it had really happened.

As they dressed, the weight of their secret grew heavier, a silent pact between them that would be carried into the future. They hugged, their bodies clinging to the warmth of the other, desperate to hold onto this feeling of completeness.

"I'll be back," Trent murmured into her hair. "And when I do, we'll have more of these moments."

Carly nodded, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "I'll be waiting," she whispered, her voice a promise.

And with that, they stepped out of the bedroom, back into the light of day, their hearts forever changed by the darkness of their shared desire. The house was quiet, the air thick with the scent of sex and love.