An Unexpected Journey
*This is a work of fiction, all characters are over the age of majority*
*I could hear it again. That soft click. Every mother knows the sound, a bedroom door opening in the middle of the night. I waited, the next few sounds are a symphony to my ears, a creak (how could he forget the top stair), a pause, and then light footfalls down into the living room. Months! It had been months of this nightly routine and it was always the same, ever since the first time. *
My name is Marie, I'm about 5'4", I have dark red hair and a fair complexion, I like to think that I'm still in good shape for my age. At 41 and with three kids, I still noticed the admiring glances from the men who saw me getting groceries, so suffice to say, I looked pretty good. Maybe not a bombshell, but definitely in that MILF category. I have three children, Naomi, Audrey and Robert, this mostly revolves around Robert, and our journey together.
I have that typical story, I met Tim in high school, fell madly in love, and before I, or my family was ready, I was pregnant. Eighteen is young for a child. Luckily, both mine and Tim's families rallied around us. Navigating everything was tough, but one thing never wavered. I loved Tim and he loved me. It had been love at first sight after all. Tim always loved to say, that when he first saw me, his jaw dropped enough to leave a dent in the floor of our school gym. He tried to point it out to me once, when we were watching our daughter playing an away game in volleyball, goofball that he was. I never saw it, but I tried to believe him, my jaw had almost left an imprint that night.
Tall, thin, with slightly curly dirty blond hair, Tim had been cutting up the dance floor like he owned it all night. It was electric. I couldn't help but stare, but it always felt like his vivid blue eyes, were following me around the dance floor too. Our first dance sealed our fates. In tune, we kissed and the fireworks spread from my lips to well my lips. After that we were inseparable.
Naomi was born while I was in my senior year, and I cannot express how helpful my joint family was. Babysitting for exams? Check. Debate club? Check. Football for Tim? Check. They were always there always helpful. Not long after graduation, Tim decided to make an honest woman out of me. We married and I never knew anything but happiness. Six months after the wedding Audrey was born, Tim went to university and excelled in both his studies and on the field. There were whispers of an NFL career. An injury at the end of his junior year ended that dream, and while I know he was saddened, he threw himself into his studies. He had a talent for coaching and soon followed that path. After graduation he joined his schools coaching staff as a wide receivers coach.
The next few years unfolded as it was supposed to. I had Robert, our final child, the year after graduation. I couldn't believe how happy I was throughout it all, everything from away games, road trips, school plays, kids puking everywhere, it wasn't perfect but we made it work.
Until the fateful day it all came crashing down. Stage 3 colon cancer.
It was fast. The next thing I know, it's me and the family struggling to find our way. I was a wreck for at least 2 months and that super support system was full in effect. I put up a brave face for the kids but inside I was dying. When I finally came out of my depression, it was my children that picked me up from the ground.
Tim had been practical; we were well taken care of financially. Our girl's tuition was covered and I had enough saved up for Robert when he got there. We were close as a family, but by the end of Robert's senior year of high school, we were all alone in the house. Naomi had moved to California and started her own family; she had recently called me excited about her first pregnancy. Audrey, was studying abroad in the UK, and her most recent email, when not talking about all her amazing adventures, there was mention of a new special friend.
I was a bit lonely, but after Tim, I never had a desire to date or seek out male companionship. I had my kids and my memories, that would be enough for me. I still had urges, but I couldn't even think about looking for someone else. Except Robert.
Now, it was just me and what appeared to be a perpetually horny eighteen-year-old son, tormenting me with his nightly trips to the computer in the family room. He thought he was so sneaky. But I knew, every mother knows. I just couldn't understand why he would be masturbating that much! He had a girlfriend and I knew they were actively banging whenever they could. It was insane. It was also affecting me in an unfamiliar way. It was as if his constant horniness, had awakened something in myself, a testosterone contact high if you will. Whenever I heard the tell-tale clicks and noises, I was feeling things I hadn't in years, somehow knowing that just below me, my son was jerking it for all he was worth to internet porn. While he was jerking off, I was giving my old vibrator the workout of a lifetime, I knew it was wrong, but I loved how hot and naughty it made me feel, I didn't want to stop.
I had recently begun to think about something. I wanted to see it. I wanted to know what he looked at on that computer night after night. What had turned my son into such a horn dog, and me one by proxy. I came up with a plan. When he went downstairs, I would already be there waiting in the shadows. I knew a good hiding spot that afforded me a decent view of the screen, he wouldn't be able to see me, but I would finally know!
That night we both pretended to go to sleep, and I left my room to begin my vigil. It wasn't a long wait. Robert came into the room in just his boxers, I got a good look at him, just under 6 ft and so handsome with his dark blue eyes, he looked very much like his father in that moment. My body immediately responded, my nipples hardened and my pussy started to get wet. It took everything in my power to not begin squirming or touch my clit in that moment. Not yet, I thought, let him get started first.
I watched as he booted up the computer, he immediately loaded the internet and put it in incognito mode. I couldn't see what he typed but a page popped up, he typed into the search bar and began scrolling through thumbnails, obviously needing something specific. He evidently found it because he clicked it into full screen and I could see he was playing with himself. He had a nice sized cock. I allowed myself to touch my clit finally, I looked at that cock and I knew I wanted it. It was so bad but I wanted my son's cock inside of me. It was a certainty. I knew it was something I needed no matter how taboo it seemed. But how could I get it? Lost in thought I almost forgot to look on the screen.
What I saw was jarring at the least. On screen was a slightly older looking white woman, with dark red hair, sucking the largest black cock I'd ever seen in my life, the scene kept switching between close ups of the woman with the cock and wide shots showing a white man watching and jerking off. I strained to hear what the woman was saying "Don't you love it when I suck this big cock while you jerk your tiny little dick. You're a good little cuckold". Well, that was something I'd need to look up. Th scene progressed and I could tell Rob was getting close, when that big black cock parted her lips and plunged in to her pussy for the first time, I heard a groan and knew he was cumming. He paused the video, cleaned up and left, carefully closing down the computer beforehand.
I stayed in my hiding spot for a long time. My son was into something called cuckold, I had no idea what that meant, but it had something to do with the scene he had been watching. The woman had looked a little like me too. I was a bit older but the hair was a dead match. Maybe that meant he wanted to see me doing that sort of thing...it was shocking! I had never been with a man who wasn't my husband and the idea of fucking a black man, while he watched, was jarring. I'd have to do some research. But first I desperately needed to cum. It took no time at all and the strength of my orgasm had me weak in the knees. I went to bed with so many thoughts running through my head, I'm not sure when I fell asleep but it was definitely after my third orgasm to calm down.
When I awoke, I was determined to figure all of this out. My own feelings were set, I needed my son inside of me like I needed air. But what to do with this fetish or desire of his. I took my coffee to the computer and got to work. A cuckold I soon learned, was a man whose wife fucked other men (usually very well-endowed men) who not only supported this but actively encouraged it! There were different levels, from watching the act, being involved in the act, to hearing about it, or listening in. There were things that blew my mind, some men were kept in chastity! I hoped Robert didn't want that or some of the other extreme things I had seen, but did admit that having control of his orgasm and cock would be fun.
The more I looked the more intrigued I became. Could I do this? Sleep with big black men, for my cuckold son? I was beginning to think I could. But I needed to test the waters. I needed to know if this was what Robert wanted, and I needed to go very softly. I couldn't just blurt out "Do you want to be mommies good little cucky boy?" now could I? We would start small, get him looking at me in a sexual way.
I had spent all morning absolutely soaking my panties and lightly teasing my sensitive clit. I needed to take care of that, I needed a shower and then it was time to go shopping. I hopped into the shower and came in record time using my trusty shower head. The pulse setting always works like a dream. Once fresh and a little calmer, I got ready to go shopping, I had a very unusual list to work through! I laughed to myself, a very unusual list indeed.
First stop the lingerie store. A sales girl approached quickly and asked if I needed help with anything. "Can you show me some of your most revealing, and I guess slutty lingerie?" I asked, it was a little embarrassing, but also a little thrilling, knowing why I needed this new look.
