Dad Is Away Again

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England

Dan, my husband, was away again, this time in Dubai for a business conference. I could have gone, but it really is not a place for women, very misogynist the lot of them, and he would be in meetings all day, and sometimes in the evening too. The humidity was high this time of the year and it would have been very uncomfortable even sitting by the pool. No. Not for me.

I had instead, stayed at home with Ken our nineteen year old, he would have been quite capable of staying at home without us, but at least he would be a bit of company for me. He had done his first year at university and was now just lounging around at home waiting for year two to start, playing on his Xbox, watching TV, going to the gym occasionally and just doing nothing. I had suggested he get a summer job for some money but that idea had been met with ridicule. His father is too soft on him in my view, but well, he is our son so what can you do?

I had decided to have a day going through my wardrobe. Try everything on, see what I wanted to keep, what I wanted to keep but put away because it was too big or small, and what I was never, ever, not in a million years, going to wear again. That pile would go to the charity shop. Dan suggested that I put them on Vinted, but, no, I don't want to send my old clothes to people, they can go to an anonymous charity shop.

Ken was in his room, his door slightly ajar. I looked in and he was laying on his bed, wearing his boxers, earphones on and doing something on his MacBook. Gosh he looked so much like Dan looked twenty years ago, it really was uncanny, Dan's genes must be really strong, all he got from me was my blond hair and blue eyes, in every other way he was like Dan. Pretty sure he will be having his pick of the ladies, although there was no sign of anyone special at the moment.

Back in my room I stripped and showered in the ensuite, no point in putting clean clothes on a dirty body I thought. Padded dry with a towel I was back in my room and looking at my underwear drawer, that was the best place to start. I started pulling them out and placing them in sets on the bed, bra, knickers, corsets, Basques, bustiers, suspenders, all in colour matched sets. They all had to fit, or they all went. To be fair, I often went without knickers, I hated the feel of them on my fanny, often making things clammy, no, I preferred the comfort of fresh air. There were times though, depending on the outfit, or the occasion, when knickers were essential, just not often.

A blue set. bra, knickers and suspenders. I stepped into the knickers, they were brief, high sided and really showed the shape of my full fanny lips, without having a camel. I really liked them for when I had to wear knickers. The matching bra was underwired, beautifully cupped and obscured my nipples nicely. Suspenders were three strap and the straps fitted well under my knockers. A definite keeper. I looked several times in the mirror and decided that this set really enhanced me. Massive tick.

Still in my lingerie I wandered down to the kitchen to make a tea. Whilst the kettle was boiling I leant on the worksurface and watched the birds in the garden. Ken wandered in, "hi mum," and grabbed a can of coke from the fridge before disappearing back to his room. Tea made I went back up to my room. I stripped off the blues and tried the nude colour. This had a bustier that I had never been hugely a fan of. It held my bust up, but my nipples were exposed. The knickers didn't hug me as tightly either. That collection went into the maybe pile. I wasn't convinced to keep it, but it was the only underwear I had in that colour, and that colour was essential if the top layer was white.

After the underwear, about a third of which I decided had to go, I started on the dresses. My favourite blue dress, mid thigh, small slits each side, low front to show my assets, low back, thin shoulder straps, but it absolutely needed the right underwear. The blue set were perfect and gave just the right cleavage, natural looking with a nice dark shadowy cleavage. I didn't need to try the knickers.

Time for another tea, and it seems it was time for Ken to grab another coke, "hi mum," and then back to his room. I was just bending over emptying the bottom tray of the dishwasher when he came in, something that he could do whilst he was at home, but, no, that wasn't on his radar.

I think I spent all morning trying on my clothes and ended up with a small pile of charity shop, and fortunately none that were wrong sized. True some were a little on the tight side, but I could for sure still wear them. In a polo top and denim skirt I went down to prepare lunch.

"Hi mum," again, as I enter the kitchen so does Ken, uncanny timing.

"Hello Ken, what do you want for lunch?"

"I'll have some of those teriyaki noodles if there are some mum, I think they are in the bottom cupboard?"

I bent forward and looked in the cupboard and yes, there was a pot of Soba noodles there. I stood up and straightened my skirt which had ridden up as I bent forward. The kettle was on, so his noodles would be easy. I cut myself two slices of sourdough and popped the min the toaster. The kettle boiled, I filled his noodle pot up to the fill line, put the strainer lid back on, and left them to one side. I hollowed out an avocado and mashed it ready to go on my toast. I was going very Notting Hill, Smashed Avo on toast.

Toast buttered, noodles stirred and strained, avocado mashed onto toast, glass of water each, lunch done. We sat at the kitchen table. Ken was stirring the teriyaki sauce into his noodles and looking at me, staring at my chest it appeared, I didn't know why, I had a polo top on. I glanced down, my nipples were rather prominent, but what? We all have nipples.

After lunch had been consumed I got up and loaded the plates and things in the dishwasher. As I stood back up and turned Ken was leaving the kitchen and I couldn't help but notice that his shorts were bulging rather more than they should. Oh. I wonder what that was all about? I am his mum, he shouldn't be getting those kind of reactions from me, and then my mind strayed and I wondered if Dan's genes had followed throughout, and if Ken's dick were as big as his dad? And I wondered if he were as insatiable as his dad. I knew that when Dan got back on Friday evening, my first role was going to be on my back being shagged, his huge dick pistoning in and out of me. Twice, probably, and then again in the middle of the night when he got up for the loo, he would want me when he got back into bed, and he would again be needy Saturday morning.

As far as I knew Ken didn't have anyone to relieve his pressures, I assumed he masturbated, and then I had an image of him laying on his bed, his hand working his dick. I just knew that I had to see.

I crept up stairs and looked through his open door. He was laying on his bed with his boxers off, hanging from his left ankle. His hand was on his dick and he was moving at quite a pace, oh my, and he was, if anything bigger than his dad. He was mumbling and then I realised what he was saying, he was saying 'Oh mum, yes mum.'

Oh my God. I stepped back and rushed into my room, my fanny was flooding and my knees were weakening. He was masturbating and I was his imaginatory partner. Me, his mum. But then why had I suddenly gone weak at the knees and as wet as an ocean. I pressed my hand to my crotch, Jesus I was wet and when my finger touched my clitoris my body almost exploded.

I gave in. I lay on the bed my skirt around my waist and I plunged two fingers inside, no resistance, I was so wet. I closed my eyes and imagined it was Ken's dick, penetrating me, forcing me open, stretching me. I had three fingers inside me, pushing hard, and I was murmuring Ken's name as he finger fucked my mind, oh my, faster and faster I went, my fanny protesting at the intrusion, and then my pressures boiled over and my orgasm erupted, exploding through me like never before. I knew I gasped Ken's name as my body arched and I spasmed before collapsing back onto the bed.

Oh my God. As I came back to Earth I saw a change in the light at my bedroom door, had Ken been watching? But then, I had watched him, quid pro quo I supposed. My chest was heaving as I recovered. I lay there wondering what I should do. Should I just get up, wash, that was a definite need, and then get on as if nothing had happened? He was my son after all and mum's and sons should not think such things of each other, or should I confront him, and shag his brains out. That sounded too attractive a proposition. I stripped and went into the ensuite, I was so sweaty I needed a shower.

I played the shower water over me and as I sprayed my crotch the jet of water caught my clitoris and I had a moment. I kept the water spraying, I was gasping and gulping in air and then my pressures erupted again. Oh my God, this was getting ridiculous, I felt like a bitch on heat. I had to get shagged, but how?

I dried myself with a towel, a semi sheer blouse and my small skirt. As I bent down to pick up a stocking I caught my reflection in the mirror. Oh. When I bent down my fanny was on full display. How had I not known that? All this time I was giving Ken full visual access to my fanny, fat lips and all. Oh my bloody god.

No underwear. Down in the kitchen, pottering, making noises to let Ken know I was there. He soon appeared, just in his boxers, and sat on a chair watching me.

"Drink Ken?" I asked.

"Water please mum." I opened the cupboard and bent down to retrieve a glass, he would get his usual eyeful, only this time I knew what he was looking at. I stood up straight and filled his glass and took it over to him. His boxers were straining. As quick as I could I straddled him and sat down on his lap, his hard dick pressing his boxers, forcing through the fly and into my wet waiting fanny. Almost painful, he stretched me more than I was used to, his foreskin rolling down as his dick went into my body.

"Oh my God," I squealed as his dick penetrated me, its fat head squeegeeing my fanny as his foreskin rolled back.

"Oh God mum," he gasped, his dick twitching inside me, neither of us moving, each needing to make the move but afraid. But then I had made the move to sit on him. I had thought that I would just squash his dick, not that it would actually go inside me.

"Perhaps I should move," I said, rocking back slightly, his dick moving inside me, Ken's eyes staring as his mum shagged him, I rocked forward. I undid the buttons of my blouse, allowing my boobs the freedom that I suspected Ken wanted. He still hadn't spoken.

"There are two options here Ken," I said. "One, I can get up, go to my room and dress and we never talk of this moment."

"And two, mum?" He asked.

"And two, I can go up to my room, remove my clothes and lay on my bed whilst you follow me and shag me stupid."

"I'll follow you up mum," he said.

I stood, ken's dick making a loud 'slurp' as it exited my fanny. I walked out of the kitchen blouse flying free and in my bedroom I removed it, put it on my chair and then undid and stepped outside my skirt.

I lay on the bed, my heart beating as if ready to burst from my chest, my brain was telling me that this was wrong, a mother should not lust after her son, should not have relations with her son. I looked to the door, Ken came in naked, his boxers discarded along the way. His dick looked so big, long, fat too, and so hard, shiny with my fanny juices. I just wanted him to shag me, but in truth I wanted more than just a shag. I would get plenty of just shags from Dan, no, this I wanted to be more, I needed to be more, I needed to justify the wrongness.

Ken came and lay on the bed next to me and began to lift his leg as if to straddle me, that way would just be a shag. I held my hand up, "Just lay on your back Ken."

I shuffled over the bed to give him more room and as he lay down, I bent over him and inhaled his musk. So manly yet the hint of woman, my scent was strong on him. I lightly held his balls in my hand, they were heavy and bulbous, covered in wrinkled skin and small hairs. He squirmed a little as if I were tickling him. I opened my mouth and took his dick inside, moving up and down, my lips squeezing and pushing his foreskin along his dick, effectively shagging him with my mouth.

Ken groaned and his dick pulsed in my mouth, his hips rising and falling as I sucked and licked. I moved my legs and straddled his head, my fanny resting on his nose. I hoped he knew what to do. I slid back and forth a little, his nose running along the valley of my slick sex. His tongue darted up, he got the idea, my clitoris rose and his tongue danced and the two entertained each other.

As I moved down his dick he raised his hips, forcing his dick deep into my throat, stretching me more than I had ever been stretched before, I could not breath, he blocked my airway. Was this the way I was to die being pleasured by my son?

My hands moved softly over his balls, a light gossamer touch, he squirmed, and as my finger roamed his perineum and pressed at his taint he moaned loudly, almost forcing himself down on my finger. He popped and my finger penetrated and his dick jerked powerfully in my mouth, pulling back and I greedily gulped in air, my lungs straining for air.

I moved quickly up and down his dick, keeping him a manageable length, my finger twirling and crooking inside him, his heat surprising. He started to jerk his hips faster and faster, he was building, I didn't want him to finish yet, I pulled away, his dick in front off me, hard and pointing, slick with my saliva. My finger slipped from within him and as it released he groaned and sighed a relief. He flipped me onto my back, my legs flailing as I landed on the mattress, my mouth dripping, drool landing on my chin and running down my neck.

He moved to his knees and bent down to my groin, fingers teasing my lips apart, his tongue running the length of my valley. Fingers, I felt his fingers press at my entrance, past my opening and deep inside me, crooking, wiggling, stretching, and then another at my rear, pushing, pressing and then, with all my slickness, entering. He finger shagged me front and rear, fingers in and out as he moved more and more rapidly, my breath held in my throat, I gasped and gasped as he penetrated, but never exhaled, my lungs were filling and my pressures were growing, the electrics building as my son ravished me with my fingers in a way never entertained by his father.

He sucked my clitoris into his mouth and I almost died, the pleasures were too much, I could not hold them back and as I screamed my orgasm and electrics coursed through my body, my fanny clamped hard on his fingers, so hard I thought them broken.

I slumped back on the bed, wracked, almost broken, such pleasures were almost too much. Ken turned, his face at mine, and as he kissed me, almost devouring my face, I felt his dick at my entrance, it was pushing, past my opening and into my abused fanny. Harder he pushed, the petals of my fanny opening and giving access. Wider my fanny stretched as Ken penetrated me, going back whence he came, he felt so big, so much bigger that I was used to, and then his stomach rested on mine, pubis to mons, balls laying on my thighs, his dick fully inside me, totally possessing me.

I looked into his eyes and saw only love and I felt only delight. He began to withdraw and then re-enter, he was obviously experienced. He shagged with an intensity that kept my breath at bay, his dick sawing in and out of me, my breath gasping on the ins, his pubis slapping my mons providing the soundtrack of sex. Harder he pushed, my stomach red as he crashed against me, my lungs full, my neck stretching, my fingers grasping at the bedsheet and then he slowed. Stopped, I almost caught my breath, and then he slammed hard into me, roaring as his dick let loose spurt after spurt inside me.

The screaming was me as another orgasm crashed through my body, my hands beating the mattress, my heels digging in, my back stiff with the tensions, electricity crackling through me, my breath exhaling leaving me limp and exhausted.

I slumped down on the bed, Ken shimmied back, his dick falling from my fanny and he rolled to the side, his spunk seeping from my abused fanny, dribbling down between my thighs. I could not move, it was all I could do to breath.

"My God Ken," I managed. "Two more nights before dad comes home, Jesus."

"I'll stay here mum. Give me a few minutes to recover. And then we can do it again."

Holy mother of Christ, I was going to die.