My husband and I seem to be fighting all the time these days. It started out with petty issues and now we don't see eye to eye on anything. We had another blowout fight this Saturday. Jim walked out the door and I didn't think he would be coming back. I was sitting at the dining room table sobbing. Our eighteen year son Nick walked into the room.
"Why do you put up with that Mom?"
Nick was standing right in front of me. I was looking up at him. Actually I was looking directly at his bulge. How long had it been since I had sex with my husband? It had to be at least six months. I often wondered if Jim had himself a lover on the side.
"What do you mean Nick?"
"There are other men out there who would take care of you," he told me.
I could swear that Nick's cock was twitching inside his pants. I had to fight the urge to reach out and touch my son. Nick made the choice for me. He reached down and tugged on his zipper. He parted his underwear and he pulled his cock free. I must have opened my mouth in awe. I was looking at my son's fat dick. Not only was it thick, Nick's cock had to be nearly eight inches in length.
Nick wrapped his fingers around his member. He brought his mushroom head right up to my lips. He slapped his prick across my face. It shocked me and I opened my mouth. I next felt Nick's large bone enter my mouth. I surprised myself. I didn't fight it. I inhaled my son's long prick. I took as much as I could down my throat. Nick had a hand on the back of my head. He was thrusting deep.
A few minutes of that and Nick was hard. He pulled away and lifted me up. My son undressed me, removing my shirt and bra and my pants and undies. I stood naked before my son. Nick took off the remainder of his clothes. We made our way over to our large sofa. Nick pushed me onto my back. He raised my legs and shoved them towards my chest.