I stood in Jesse's bedroom looking down at his sleeping face and trying to talk myself into going back to my own bed. He'd been avoiding me the past couple days, but not in a mean way. I think he was having trouble coming to terms with the idea that he had performed oral sex on his own mother. And, I must say, it was a hell of a performance. It wasn't fair of me to take advantage of him the way I was. He was eighteen and full of hormones. Boys that age have sex on their minds around the clock, and with me all but putting my pussy on a platter made it nearly impossible for him not to give in to his teen urges.
I knelt next to his bed. It was the same bed I'd tucked him into almost every night when he was little. That is, the nights I wasn't out at a bar or some party. There'd be a bedtime story, or a quick tickle game, then a kiss and a goodnight. Those days were most certainly gone. I reached through the flap in the front of his boxers and took out his cock. It was soft and warm. It was my son's cock. I was his mother, and he was all I had.
Leaning forward, I took his flaccid penis into my mouth. I shouldn't have done that. Tingles flowed over me. I should have been in bed sleeping, not obsessing over my boy's irresistible prick. I suckled him softly, using my tongue to explore his most sensitive areas. I needed to stop what I was doing and leave before he woke up. He stiffened in my mouth and I reveled in the glorious sense of fulfillment that gave me. I continued to gently mouth his growing member, helpless to resist it.
Just when he was at his fullest, he stirred. I stayed still, holding his cock in my mouth, breathing shallowly through my nose. I braced myself for the stream of angry, abusive words, but instead his hand settled lightly on my head. I resumed sucking him and heard a drowsy noise of appreciation from him. I carefully sought out his balls and maneuvered them into the open through the slit of his boxers. I massaged them lovingly as I sucked his cockhead.
He wanted this, and I wanted it. Maybe it was more honest to say I needed it. The important thing was that it made us both feel good. Sure, we each had our share of guilt afterward, but in the moment there was nothing better. And no matter how hard Jesse tried to fight it, he needed it just as much as I did. I understood how ashamed he must feel for having the kind of sexual desires he had for me, his own mother. Suddenly having an opportunity to act on those desires was a lot for him to deal with. There was also his fear of humiliation if anyone ever found out what we were doing. But there was no way anyone could know about this. This quiet moment in the dead of night. My son's stiff cock prodding at the back of my throat. My hand tenderly cupping his balls.
Jesse tensed and silently pumped his semen into my mouth. There were no words between us. Nothing needed to be said. I gratefully swallowed his offering. I sucked until nothing more came, then I sucked just a little more. I kissed his loose balls, and nuzzled my nose in his pubic hair while his cock softened against my cheek. He patted my head like I was a good little puppy.
My heart ached, and I didn't want to leave. I hated myself for being so needy, but I gave in to my desperate impulse. I climbed into Jesse's bed and cuddled against him. His body was hard and strong, even at rest. I wondered if his satisfaction was turning to hate as I lay there trying to calm the anxious beating in my chest.
He put his arm around me and pulled me tight against him. I refused to let any tears fall as all the tension left me in a calming breeze of relief. I fell asleep feeling completely safe for the first time in a very long while.
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I was naked except for a pair of high heels that were too uncomfortable to walk in but perfect to masturbate in. The webcam was pointed down low. I had my legs spread and was working a sparkly, multi-function dildo in and out of my pussy. It was loud; buzzing and churning as I worked it in and out. It felt good, but I wasn't in any real danger of cumming. That's when a pair of welcomed hands settled on my shoulders.
"Morning, Mom."
"Good afternoon, young man. Sleep well?"
I continued using my dildo on myself, enjoying the exhibitionist thrill of my son watching over my shoulder.
"Slept good. Had a nice dream." He kissed my neck from behind.
That made me feel warm all over. And just like that I was suddenly in danger of cumming.
Jesse watched the main shaft of the knobby sex toy slide in and out of my slick hole while one of the rubbery off-shoots bobbed and hummed against my clit.
"God, Mom, you are one horny bitch." It wasn't said as an insult this time.
After watching me fuck myself some more, he reached down and took a hold of one of my tits. I couldn't stop the moan that escaped my throat. I clicked the vibrations up to the next speed and worked my pussy a bit faster. Jesse fondled my tit with relaxed confidence. He knew I was his to do with as he pleased. I wondered if he fully understood just how far I would let him go with me.
His fingers found my nipple. His touch circled my areola lightly, as if reading the braille of my arousal. He pinched the stiff nub, twisting and tugging with just the right amount of pressure. His other arm came over my left shoulder, his hand easily finding my unattended breast. I was on the verge of sensation overload -- both physical and emotional. I didn't deserve to feel this good.
"Jesse...I'm going to cum..."
"Cody," he whispered into my ear, then took my lobe between his soft lips, "remember?"
"Yes...Cody...Mommy's going to cum. You like watching Mommy make herself cum, right?"
"Love it," he confirmed and squeezed my tits harder. "Do it, Mom. Fuck that hot pussy."
"I'm doing it, Cody. I'm fucking my pussy. Watch me fuck my dirty fuck hole for you!"
His lips settled on the side of my neck again as he pulled my nipples with perfect cruelty. That did it for me. I let out a keening cry and jammed the plastic cock forcefully into my cunt. Jesse gripped my tits tight and rode out my climax with me like a cowboy on a bucking bronc.
My body went slack in the chair as I laughed and panted in post-orgasmic joy. I heard a half-dozen rapid-fire cha-chings coming from the computer, but could barely wrap my dazed head around what that meant. I'd forgotten that this was all in front of the camera.
One of Jesse's hands reached further down, gliding over my tummy. He combed his fingers through my bush. His other hand held fast to my tit. I didn't want to move. I wanted to stay like that for at least another hour. I wasn't holding onto the dildo any longer, and it eventually vibrated its way out of my pussy, dropping to the floor with a loud thud. That got a chuckle out of the two of us. Once it started banging itself against one of the wheels of my chair I knew the moment had to come to an end.
Jesse released me, and I leaned down to retrieve the errant toy. By the time I had it switched off, he was already out the door.
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There were less than a dozen items in my grocery cart, and after a quick tally I was trying to decide which items I had to put back. I really needed to stop being too lazy to cut coupons.
"Well, hello there!" an unfamiliar but ridiculously cheery voice greeted me. I glanced up to see Cherie Sheppard smiling at me and looking like she'd just stepped out of a fashion magazine,. "Oh my gosh, I haven't seen you in ages. Our boys played baseball together. You remember me, don't you?"
