Being a Whore for My Baby Boy Ch. 01
First a little background before telling you my true story. My name is Lena, I am a 42 year old American woman of German descent (my great grandparents immigrated from Germany before WWI). I was stationed in Germany while in the U.S. military, and after I was discharged I relocated there permanently at age twenty-two. Within a year I had moved in with a 48 year old man, a big strapping German who owned several motorcycle shops. I met him after being hired to do his books, but soon I was pregnant and we had a son. I left him two years later since he wouldn't stop his abusive, cheating ways. Now I work out of my home, keeping books for several companies. That was necessary because I've raised and home-schooled our son Tad alone, nursing him faithfully through a sickly childhood that left him emotionally backward, socially naïve, and overly dependent on me. Then, as Tad reached mid-adolescence, he began regaining his health. His long-delayed development proceeded slowly until, that is, his teens were all but over and the drives and passions of a 19 year old male suddenly came roaring into his life with the ferocity of a hurricane.
I was relieved in more ways than one when Tad started to pull out of his illness. To care for him I'd denied myself everything, including sex. Initially that wasn't much of a problem because my tormented childhood had made me stiff and fearful of people as an adult, plus my husband hadn't left me feeling all that enthusiastic about men either. Yet after so many years of denying my needs, and then discovering the relatively safe world of chatting and cybering on the internet, I began opening up. To my surprise I found myself irresistibly drawn to nasty sex. The more nasty a sexual act, the more I wanted to fantasize about it, or find pictures and video clips depicting it (and in Germany, there's plenty to find). I was encouraged by the perverts I met online, and whom I'd even sought out, from all around the world.
One such pervert was Wolfie. We liked each other instantly. He is 12 years my senior, kind-hearted to a fault, educated, and very, very nasty. I call him "Daddy" and I love all the things he teaches me, especially about sex. We live about 200 miles apart, and so can only get together every month or so. But we both have webcams to help us stay connected when we are not together, and I love to do all the nasty things Wolfie suggests for me to do. I've dildoed myself for him watching big cock movies, cybered with other guys and women while he watched and directed me, let him watch me fuck a friend, fisted myself, and exposed myself to a repair man working in the house (that didn't go anywhere, but it was exciting). Because I love to fantasize about guys sucking each other, Wolfie (who isn't really even bisexual, he just likes turning me on) put ads in the local paper and found a college kid to come to his house. While I looked on, he sucked the young man's hard cock until he shot his load into Wolfie's mouth. I loved the close up Wolfie gave me of his open mouth and all the cum running out of it.
Really nasty too was when we combine the cam with phone sex. Wolfie likes me to talk dirty to him all the time, to use words like "fuck" and "cunt" and "cock," even when we talk about everyday things. So I've developed quite a talent for fuck talk, and we always keep it as nasty as possible. There is absolutely nothing taboo in fantasy, except sex with children, which we both hate. However, one of my lusts is younger men, and when I see one that I like while I am out and about, Wolfie has me masturbate while I fantasize. He loves seeing me turned on by others, and I feel like such a slut fingering my dripping pussy while he watches and coaxes me to imagine fucking a virile stranger in front of him.
It was after one such session a few months ago that I mentioned Tad had started masturbating, and lots. Wolfie was interested immediately and said, "Tell me every detail of what you've found out."
I said, "He seems to spend an awful lot of time in his room where I've found cum-soaked undershirts, socks, towels, underpants, bed sheets, etc. on the floor and in his bed. I know he is really going at it because I wash his things regularly, and all the new dried cum I find tells me Taddy is jerking off three or four times a day."
Wolfie asked, "Can you hear him in there?"
"No," I answered, "but I can hear his TV on, and it isn't turned down very low either. I noticed one of my porno tapes would be missing, you know, the ones you gave me with all the different nasty clips on them. He keeps one for a few days then puts it back, but another one will be gone!" I laughed thinking about it. Wolfie laughed too and commented that Tad's hormones must have kicked into high gear.
I went on, "You know, I had a talk with Tad a few months ago to explain to him about my childhood. I wanted him to understand my need to open up now and experiment, and I didn't want him to get upset about all the sex things we are doing. To my surprise he seemed completely unconcerned about it. I wonder if that is why he makes no effort to hide all his cum or that he's watching porno. He's so unworldly, maybe he doesn't even know it's supposed to be a private thing."
Then Wolfie asked, "Lena, have you seen Tad's dick with a hard on?"
I was on cam when Wolfie asked, and I am sure my milky-white skin turned beet red. "Nooooooooooooo, don't go there you pervert, " I jokingly laughed.
"Why not?" Wolfie continued unabashed.
"Because!!!!!! He's my baby," I said feigning all the indignation I could muster. In reality, however, now that Wolfie had brought it up, as usual I started thinking about it. And just as usual I got excited. Only a little at first, but as we talked more I gave into Wolfie's twisted but so-exciting sexual tastes.
I said finally, "Well, I've only seen him flaccid, and that was years ago, but it did look awfully meaty for a boy. I never thought about it before, but if he takes after his father, Tad should have a big dick when he's hard."
"How big," Wolfie asked.
"Really big, his dad was huge, maybe 10 inches and as fat as my wrist. That was the main thing that attracted me to him . . . remember I told you about that? It was like getting fucked by a horse . . . I still use a giant dildo on myself and think about the way his big dick used to stretch my pussy," I admitted.
Tad's father was a very big man, standing 6'7" and weighing nearly 300 pounds. His body was thick too -- not terribly fat, just substantial. I still remember the first time I felt his cock and how its size had scared me. I'd reached in his pants to pull it out and thought he had a python in there.
Wolfie, clearly excited said, "You have to see what Tad has got Lena."
Once Wolfie got me imagining some nasty possibility, it would become my new obsession, and the desire to see Tad's hard dick was no exception. It was in both my mind and my loins as I masturbated that night thinking about catching Tad stroking. And to tell you the truth, I didn't care what size he was. It was the idea of seeing my own son hard that turned me on, combined with realizing it wouldn't be difficult to watch him if I wanted to.
We live in an old house that has many layers of paint on the woodwork. Tad's door doesn't quite close, so there is always a slight opening one could peep through. Even better is that Tad's small bedroom begins with a short, narrow hallway that opens up to the rest of the room which extends to the left and back. Normally that would give a person inside some privacy. But to the right, angled across the rearmost corner of the room, is a large old-fashioned dresser left behind by a previous tenant. Attached to it is a great wide mirror so that from the door, one can look in that mirror and see the bed. One can even get a partial view of the TV at the foot of Tad's bed from the door. Also working in favor of someone spying through the crack in the door is that the narrow hallway outside Tad's bedroom is dark, and Tad always keeps his room bright, either from the window or from the lamps in his room.
As I squirmed in bed rubbing my clit and thinking about watching Tad, the growing awareness that I could really do it slowly took over my thoughts. I had to go look. I put on a robe and tiptoed to the end of the dark hallway where Tad's room was. Just as I'd thought, I could see inside, and since the room was lit by the moon I was able to make out Tad's situation from where I stood. Inside I heard the heavy breathing of sleep. I slowly opened the door and went in – to check on Taddy, just as I'd done for many years, I told myself.
Tad sleeps like a rock, dead to the world and sprawled out over most of his bed, with covers and sheet messily arranged on his body. He has worn a nightshirt all his life, usually bunched up around his waist. In the moonlight beaming through Tad's window I saw an arm and leg half off the bed, and that only the bottom edge of his nightshirt covered his crotch. The outline of his tame cock was clear. Ogling my son's dick instead of purposely ignoring it the way I am used to doing got me so excited I could barely breathe. I felt nasty, like the dirty slut Wolfie has gotten me so addicted to being with him. Of all the things I'd ever done, this made me feel the most wicked, even more than fucking for Wolfie on camera.
My knees were weak as I knelt at the side of Tad's bed to place my face now only a foot or so from his cock. Monitoring Tad's breathing carefully for signs of waking, I rested my right elbow on his bed, between his legs, and gingerly inched it forward until I could feel Tad's body warmth on my fingers – I am close to his balls, I thought. I shifted my body forward to take advantage of the position of my elbow, and found my eyes near Tad's crotch. With heart pounding I slowly lifted his nightshirt with my trembling free hand to reveal the thick piece of meat that limply lay there.
My cunt twitched and wetted, and I squeezed my legs together to help it along. Setting the nightshirt down so Tad's genitals were fully exposed, I dreamed of touching him, of sucking him, of doing anything to be near that beautiful chunky prick my son sported. But I didn't want him to wake up either, so I leaned forward and blew my hot breath on it while venturing to softly tickle his big swollen balls with my long fingernails resting near there. After few minutes his dick thickened more, and grew in length. God it looked good, so fat and shapely it made my pussy burn. At that moment I got lost in my lust, wanting to suck my baby's cock more than anything in the world. I wanted to feel his boy cum flooding my mouth, and I wanted to swallow it, slowly savoring every drop. I wanted to be his cocksucking mommy whore. I wanted to . . .
