Call Me Mommy 3

I woke up to the sound of my stepson MJ sneaking into the house at four in the morning. I look over at my husband Mark to find him still sound asleep. I didn't want to wake him since it was Saturday and he generally sleeps in. I'm nude except for a pink thong, so I throw on a white knee length terry cloth robe and tie it. Then I head down the stairs. I can see a light on in the kitchen and I figure he's making himself something to eat. As I walk toward the kitchen I hear him crying, balling actually.

"I'm so sorry Cindy I just wanted to try something new. No...I...I..." he gasped.

I stop before going into the kitchen. He's on the phone with his girlfriend. I don't want to be nosy but I also wanted to know what's going on. What got him so upset?

I mean I'm his mom for goodness sake I have a right to be concerned...right?

"Please Cindy don't break up with me!" he cries.

I put my hand over my heart. Oh no I think. Poor thing!

"Don't hang up...I...CINDY!"

His cellphone flies out into the hallway and crashes against the wall and he's crying even harder now.

My heart hurts for him and I walk right into the kitchen. He's startled by my presence and he stops crying and wipes his tear filled eyes with the back of his arm.

I hurry over and put an arm around him, "Honey what's wrong?"

"Cindy just broke up with me Tina!"

He never calls me mom even though I doted over him for the last eight years of his life. I don't mind the fact that he considers me more of a friend than a mom. But he graciously allows me to call him my son. "What happened honey? What caused the..."

"It was ME it was my fault not hers." he starts crying again.

Though he's eighteen he's still my baby and I can't stand to see him cry. I get down on my knees and reach up and I take his face in my hands and lift his head. "Please MJ stop crying and tell mommy what's wrong?

He shakes his head and looks away. "It's my fault."

"You keep saying that sweetie. Now tell mommy what you think you did to cause it?"

He looks away from me and down at the floor. An embarrassed look on his face.

"Please tell me. I love you and you know you can tell me anything." I pleaded.

"I know but I can't tell you this."

"You've always been able to tell me anything, young man. Nothing is off the table you know that."

He looked away "Okay you want to know, huh? Well I'll tell you Mommy..." he said smartly. He always calls me mommy when he's pissed about something.

I nod, "Please sweetie."

"I wanted Cindy to give me a blow job and she wouldn't. OKAY? There! Now you know!"

I rocked back on my heels wanting to giggle but I kept a straight face. "Okay. "It's not your fault MJ. In a relationship it's okay to tell your partner what you like in bed and vice versa. You were in the right baby. Trust me." I say squeezing his knee.

He shakes his head, I just wanted to try something...something that I saw you doing to dad."

My mouth dropped, "What?"

"Don't be mad Gina, but I saw you two in the den one night...about two weeks ago. You were sucking my dad's cock and he was..."

I gasped and stood up, "MJ! I don't know what to say."

"Don't be embarrassed, please." he said with pleading eyes.

I was more shocked than embarrassed.

"Are you mad?" he asked.

I shake my head, "No baby. I'm not mad. But we thought you were in bed. I'm sorry." I shake my head.

He placed his hand on my shoulder, "Please don't be sorry it was beautiful mom."

I smiled when he called me mom. Like I said he rarely does. "You really think so...I mean with it being beautiful and all?"

"Oh yes mom." he smiles so sweetly. "I can't seem to get it outta my head."

I place a hand to my mouth, "Really?"

"I just thought Cindy might want to try it but she turned me down flat. And she called me a pervert too, mom!"

I touch my son's cheek, "Oh sweetheart you're not a pervert. Not in the least. Your father enjoys it when I go down on him." I can't believe how candid I was being with MJ.

"Do you enjoy it, mom?"

I have to admit the question made me blush. "Yes honey I enjoy it immensely. It's a wonderful expression of my love for your father."

"Your blushing mom." he smiles.

I look down at his gym pants and see the obvious tent and Oh goodness and it's such a big tent too! He doesn't blush nor does he try to hide it. In fact he shifts in his seat and spreads his legs a little wider. The site of it makes my mouth salivate.

"So is it an expression of love to say that I have masturbated to the fantasy of you doing that to me, mom?"

"MJ...I...I...don't know what to say?" I was a bit taken aback by his question. "Sweetie I'm your mother."

"And you would be an awesome mother in my opinion if you...you know..." He looks down at his crotch. "I mean I would call you my mother forever if you would do this for me.

"You would call me mommy?" I asked. Nothing would give me greater joy than him considering me as his mother. It's what I have always wanted...needed actually.

"Yes mommy." he smiles and he leans in and kisses me softly on the lips.

I'm not going to lie I was actually feeling weak in the knees at the very thought of putting my mouth on my stepson's cock.

"So how about it, Mom. Are you going to express your love... for me?" he unties my robe and I'm shocked that I allowed him to do so. He opens my robe and slips it off my shoulders and it falls to the floor

"MJ...I..." I start to say but he places a finger to my lips.

"Shhh it's okay. You do love me right?"

I find myself nodding.

"He takes my hand, "I want you to do it to me in the den, on the sofa. Just like you did with dad." he says and I feel him pulling me out of the kitchen.

I don't know what to do. I'm so confused but I want MJ to call me his mother, so I follow him into the den and he slides the doors closed behind us. It's something Mark should have done that night and I wouldn't be in this mess right now. So this is all my husbands fault not mine...right?

I feel like such a slut standing before MJ in just my thong. Maybe I am a slut...a cock whore...a cock gobbler and all those nasty things Mark always says...as I'm sucking his dick.

MJ tries to kiss me but I push him back and untie the string at the front of his pants and as I do this he pulls his tee shirt off and tosses it behind him. I pause to take in his rippling young muscles. I slowly run my hand over his flat stomach, feeling his six pack. God it's been forever since I've been with someone so young.

He places his hands to my shoulders and slowly urges me down.

I go willingly to my knees before him and I look up to find him looking down at me with such excitement.

"Call me mommy."

"Mommy." he says letting the word drag out.

I grip the waistband of his gym pants and slowly pull them down his long muscular legs. His cock springs forth in all its hard glory and it's so thick and long. I stare at it in awe. He's so much bigger than his father though I will never tell him this.

I guide Mark backwards until he gets the hint and flops down on the couch and he spreads his legs so willingly for mommy.

I reach to tie my blonde hair up in the back so that it does not get in the way but MJ shakes his head, "No leave it down mommy. I love your hair."

I nod and position myself between his knees and take his cock in my hand. I feel MJ tense, he's so nervous. I patted his leg with my free hand, "It's okay baby, mommy's got this...and I certainly do.

I lean in and place my lips around the bulbous head of his young cock.

MJ gasps and he pushes his hips up.

I take my time allowing for his size, but I manage to take him deeply into my mouth. I almost gag when his head touches the back of my throat but I press on until he's now inside my throat.

"Oh FUCK! Mommy.

I slowly begin moving savoring the feel of his young cock sliding in and out of my tight throat. His dad likes it when I take him with small short strokes and MJ does too because he's literally gripping the edges of the couch. I just hope he lasts longer than his father because I'm thoroughly enjoying myself at the moment and really taking my time. Ladies there is nothing like a man's cock in your mouth to get your blood flowing and your pussy so wet. Like mine is right now.

I lose myself in the excitement of the moment I begin bobbing my head up and down taking his lovely cock like I'm some two dollar whore.

"OH SHIT...OH SHIT... MOMMY OH FUCK!!!"

I can feel his body tense and I know he's close. He's at the edge of his precipice.

"I'm about to cum. OH fuck...shit!"

He sounds just like his father...maybe he's been watching us more than he says he has. It's no matter. I pull my mouth from him and begin jerking his lovely cock at a fevered pace. "Who am I baby?" I whisper.

"Yyyyourrr MOMMMY!!!" he cries out and with that he blows his load and it comes out in three long glistening streams. His cum splatters against my forehead, my nose and my mouth. I release him and sit back on my heels and savor the warmth of it all as it slides down my chin and onto my breasts.

Meanwhile my son is such a weakened mess of heavy breaths and there are tears in his eyes...but there is such a wonderful smile on his handsome face. This truly was his first blow job and I his mother was the one to give it to him.

He looks down at me and smiles, "I love you mommy."

I smile too and I stand up and leave him sitting in the den to collect himself. Then I walk down the hall to the guest bathroom and take a shower.