The air in the room was saturated with the smell of sex. Kim knew it. "Cole, sweetie, we need to wash up, okay?" Rolling off of him onto her left side on the bed, she intended to roll further and stand, but Cole's arms caught her, facing him. "Do we have to, Mom? I mean, can you stay just a bit with me? I don't want you to leave."
Kim chewed on her lower lip. "Cole, listen. These emotions you're feeling right now, well, they're powerful, so yes, I can stay with you for a few minutes. But I promise you this--if you relax right now, you're about to realize how completely tired you are, and in under 10 minutes, you'll be deep asleep. I'll leave after that, o.k.?"
"O.k. Thanks, Mom."
9 minutes and 42 seconds later, Cole was snoring. Kim's face was only inches from his, and she stopped watching him to close her eyes and listen instead. She felt the wetness still between her legs and squeezed them together slightly.
Reliving the experience in her head, she reflected on Cole's muscled body. That amazing fuck stick he had secreted away for how long?
Fuck.
His large, meaty balls.
That musky smell.
So much cum.
So much.
Kim's hands found her nipples under the T-shirt and gently pressed in and then pulled out, easily stirring the coals of her desire. She could cum so hard right now if she was riding that, but hey--that's my son, and I've done too much--gone too far already. Her lingering ecstasy turned into anxiety as she left the bed and headed to the bathroom, Cole shaking the rafters in his bedroom.
Kim took a short shower and threw on a light silk nightgown, spaghetti straps and all. Long enough to cover her thighs; short enough to keep her cool. Bras and panties be damned--"It "'s late, and I'm hot anyways.". She smiled at the double meaning. Glancing at the clock on the kitchen wall, it was 12:12 now.
She poured a glass of white wine. "Fucking David," she thought. "I'm not getting any younger. Why the fuck does he want another child anyways?" He'd been gone 2 weeks to India for his company. Not like they were getting the job done anyways. 6 months of trying for another child and no results to show for it. Her hands roamed over her abdomen. "Not bad for a 38-year-old.".
Halfway through the glass--12:30 am. Kim had too many thoughts in her head, and all of them were interrupted by the thought of a large, hard cock filling her mouth with cum and sliding down her throat.
"Fucking hormones.". Kim had been struggling, intellectually, with her evening with Cole. Any good mother would. But her body was not. She was on a slow burn, and she knew it. Any good first orgasm was only taking the edge off. She preferred a long, slow buildup to her second, which always satiated her so much more.
Finishing off the wine, the mother of two glided down the hallway, past Chloe's door, past the bathroom, and paused at Cole's door. She heard him snoring, remembered their conversation, and as she turned to complete her journey to her room and bed, once again relived the hardened piece of cockmeat in her hands as the first jets of his cum coated her mouth.
So much cum. So hot.
And thick. Fuck, he's got a thick cock.
The wine had clouded the windows of her motherhood. She remembered the baby boy she raised and his innocent request to have her stay with him "just a bit" before he slipped into slumber. She missed him. She knew he was soon to leave the house for his own life. There'd be college. Summers is working, probably away from home. Roommates. Girlfriends.
Her body flushed, partly from the wine but mostly from the thought of Cole with another girl.
Another woman.
"Fuck, not Nancy the nun, right?" She couldn't envision Cole married, less so waiting on a nun-in-waiting.
As she was thinking through all this, she found herself at his bedside. "How the fuck did I get in here? She asked herself but didn't wait for the answer. Turning around, she noticed that she indeed had closed the door.
She turned back and faced him, sleeping. Such a good, young man. Raised him right.
Fuck. So much cum.
Cole was silent on his left side, facing away from the bed's edge. Kim didn't "decide" anything--it wasn't like that. She just slipped under the covers, pulling her long, black locks behind her, and quiet as a mouse, she reasoned to herself, "Just an hour or so--my baby boy." Her breathing slowed as she relaxed into the soft mattress. It was only a few minutes, and she was deep asleep herself.
When Kim awoke, it was still dark, but waning as the light approached the horizon. She was lying on her right side now, and so deeply comfortable that she felt, well, nothing, really. So luxurious waking up like that. Barely leaving consciousness, it was the smells and feel of the bed that informed her that she was not, in fact, sleeping in her own.
"Must've drifted off. Dang." As she forced her eyes open, the clock on the wall said 5:14. "Perfect--more than enough time to sneak off to my own room." As the thought entered her head, it was just enough for her to move her body enough that she realized the heavy arm holding her down was under her own left arm, and, and..."he's holding my breast!"
Cole's hand had slipped over his mom during the night, cuddling closely, and in the darkness of unconsciousness, slipped up and over the satiny nightgown to land on her right breast, gently cupping it and firmly closing around it as he slept.
"Uh, no. This won't do." Kim gently, ever so gently, used her left hand to lift Cole's left wrist up and off her breast and slid it down to the top of her tummy, just over her navel. Cole tightened his grip in his sleep, pulling his mother closer to him, and she glowed in the warmth of his embrace. Her intention of getting up fleeted away in that moment, "just a moment longer," and without knowing it, she drifted back to sleep.
Her dreams were surreal, and she participated in them half-awake, half-asleep. A bonfire, kittens, a great chasm between mountains, night, twilight, climbing a tower, wearing a soft fur coat, but it was the sense of water that caused her to wake.
It was Saturday morning. The clock now said 05:45. "Not even a full hour, but this feels so good with Cole's arms around me." Still on her right side, Kim felt Cole's arm on her, around her, holding her, but moving slightly, and realized--he had moved his hand up her stomach and onto her right breast again, only this time, he was cupping and gently squeezing it under her nightgown.
The clarity of her predicament made her nipples instantly stiffen, and her chest flushed with the thought.
So erotic.
Kim tensed up thinking a thousand thoughts about "how" to remove herself, but then realizing that Cole was still fast asleep, drowsily slipped back into the wonderfully semi-erotic bliss of having this hunk of a young man so firmly attached to her in such an intimate way. He wasn't mauling her; far from it. He was asleep, gently caressing her breast at the base and occasionally pulling the nipples, slightly squeezing them as if to test their texture.
