Dont Worry Honey Ill Do It

Firstly a big thanks to mr Le roux for his magic, secondly to Sollat for letting me use some of his montage.

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Emily)

"Emily, look at him for Christ sake. Eighteen years old years now, still shy and can't talk to women! There's enough here for him."

My husband Kane, complained to me again about our son Leon, we were hosting a BBQ to celebrate his entry into adulthood with most of the village here too, and yet he was into talking to his friends, more than getting to know girls. We knew he was shy and timid, though hopefully starting college soon would help.

"I mean, shit! he's hardly got anything to worry about. Remember a few weeks ago when we got home from food shopping, and he was laid on his bed, beating his meat to porn with his earphones in? He's hung, what girl wouldn't love that?"

"Uggh Kane please, this conversation, here, now? Look he will be fine ok, college will help him, its local, so he's at home still but he will meet lots more people and hopefully come out of his shell." I offered.

"Jeez, whatever Em, you baby him to much," my husband shot back before joining some of the other dad's, while I went to serve more wine to some of the lady's, and myself.

Kane and I, used to have sex till it felt we could hardly walk, it all ended the day he was appointed in his new senior position. Our sex life dwindled faster than a snowdrift in a desert, either he was too tired, or he had a very bad day, or he wasn't in the mood. It actually didn't go from three times a week to once a week, it went from three times a week to once a month, if I was lucky. I was seriously considering going after Leon, he had the cock and I had the needy, constantly wet pussy. A woman has needs.

I neglected to mention, that prior to us catching him on his bed, that I felt his eyes on me, when I was busy in the house the few weeks past, or my cum soaked panties, stuffed at the bottom of the laundry basket, and if I neglected that, then I certainly didn't mention that I appreciated the lingering looks, or when I discovered my cum bathed underwear, the musky smell hit my nose when I smelt it, and my nipples turned to bullets as my pulse quickened, no I needed to handle this and I needed to know if my shy boy had it bad for mummy, just as bad as I had it for his delicious looking dick.

So it's now a few days ahead, and the house has its usual morning chaos, with everyone getting ready for the day, with me helping get Kane prepped for the day ahead and Leon on his third day of college, and yep lingering eyes had been on me again when the coast was clear. So, now is the time for the bait from me.

"Morning darling." I said as I strutted past my son in the hallway.

I sure was an image of a 39-year-old Christina Hendricks, with the same shapelier figure and enormous titties, with a cute red tuft for a landing strip.

I had just come from the main bathroom... a tiny white towel wrapped around my voluptuous body.

I knew Leon's eyes would follow the sway of my meaty bum cheeks... barley covered, as I pranced into my bedroom.

Drawn like a magnet, he moved to my slightly open doorway... just in time to see the towel fall to the floor.

Spotting him in the mirror, through the crack in the doorway, I knew he could see my full body length and meaty bum. Putting my hands on my hips... my big bobbling pear-shaped tits ballooning outward, I turned slightly from side to side, as if checking out my rear in the mirror, so he could see their side view. I fed myself a look that was appreciating, what my mirror was showing back to me.

"Mmmm you look good girl!" I whispered in a cute little-tone, glancing towards the en-suite, where my husband could be heard preparing for work.

I glanced to the crack in the door as Kane started to talk about something, and my son had scarpered, so I quickly closed the bedroom door.

'Oh the poor boy... he must be crazy horny... sneaking up on me like that. Damn though, if his father had come out of the bathroom and seen him gazing at my nudity, he would have had some explaining to do. I was ok with Leon seeing me naked... it's just that... well, I don't think my husband would quite understand.' I thought.

(Leon)

I went back to my room. Like most 18 year olds, I was fascinated with the bodies of middle-aged women. It didn't help that my mum was being so free with her figure around me lately. Since I had turned eighteen, it seemed like every time I turned around, she was dressed more teasingly around me. This has been going on for over a week, close on two weeks. She would either walk around in her short shorts, or she would wear a tight fitting crop top, her nipples on display, or she had a tennis skirt on and would bend forward, flashing me her thong whenever I got close to her. All this always happened when dad was not home yet. I rubbed the newly formed bulge under my jeans.

Holy shit, Mum has the biggest tits I've ever seen. Just like the women in those playboy magazines. This is the first time now I've seen her like this, and I want to again, I'm sure she could tell I was at her door, but she didn't really seem to be mad at me. Was she teasing me, or flirting with me? I thought.

A little while later, I heard my parents coming out of the bedroom and continue downstairs. At the breakfast table I could hardly focus, my eyes couldn't help but follow mum around the kitchen. First there were those long legs, which looked so strong... yet baby soft. Her sexy bare feet had squatty little toes, with nails that were painted a delicate pink.

Every few minutes as Mum reached up into a cupboard, she would rest her weight on the toes of one foot, arching her heel and flexing her legs. The blood rushed back into my penis.

What must it be like to have legs like that, wrapped around you? What must it be like, to see them thrown back into a huge spread eagle... with those beautiful bare feet flexed, as they point in opposite directions? He thought.

Then... there were her tits. Soft, squishy, mountainous delights, that always seemed to be shifting or bobbling, as she moved about. They were a feast for my eyes.

(Emily)

With my husband sitting next to me, I gave my son a cute little wink, as if knowing exactly what was wandering through his dirty little mind. My poor sweetie. All hot for his mummy. I only grinned.

As my son left for college, tripping over his own words, when my husband asked him if he'd met any nice girls. Kane turned to me after Leon had left, and sighed as he grabbed his briefcase to leave. "Is he ever gonna find someone to make a man of him?" he complained then kissed me goodbye.

I watched him leave, and as soon as that front door closed I announced to him, "Don't worry honey, I'll do it."

Later that day, as I was making dinner Leon came in from school, and straight to me in the kitchen. "How was your day sweetie?" I asked as I stepped up to my son, raised myself up on tiptoes and kissed him tenderly on the cheek, tracing one long fingernail along his jaw-line as I stepped back. Leon had grown into a handsome young man, his awkward teenage body filling out nicely in the last couple of years. The gangly youth had been replaced, by the well-toned young man now standing before me, 175 pounds nicely displayed on his 6'-1" frame. He was taller, and bigger all around than my husband, and I realized he'd taken after his side of the family. His wavy brown hair, and handsome features would make him a real catch for some girl, one day.

"My day was fine, mum," he replied, as my sensual fragrance wafted into his senses. He could smell my alluring perfume, giving me a teasingly inviting appeal that flicked at his libido, sending a jolt right to his groin. Feeling his cock start to stir, which I happened to see, he stuffed his hands into his pockets, in order to try and keep it under control.

"When's dinner mum?"

I reached out, and traced a talon-like nail across the front of his t-shirt teasingly, making him shiver. "In just over an hour, when your father is back."

"I'm just gonna go slog away at my homework then."

"You work too hard," I said with a coquettish smile on my face as I continued to trace my fingertips, back and forth across his broad muscular chest. I thought I'd toy with him a bit to see how he'd react. I lowered my voice, almost to a breathy whisper. "All work and no play, makes Leon a dull boy."

He pushed his hands further into his jeans pockets, his fingertips pushing his rising cock down.

"Time to hit the books," he said as he strode away nervously, as he turned away I reached back and gave his cute behind a smack, like I was telling him off. "Go ahead tiger, I'll shout when dinners ready."

Enough was enough, I needed to know and you gotta grab a bull by the horns! My husband had gotten home, and just gone upstairs to take off his suit before coming down to eat, in his comfies. "LEON, DINNER!" I shouted, he came down also in his comfies, and sat down as I put the plates on the table. I sat next to him, "Leon, I'm going to ask you a question, okay? and I need an answer before your dad gets down"

"Ok mum, sure"

"Do you want to fuck me?" I asked.

My son looked at me with shocked, huge eyes as I smiled at him after asking, as we heard his dad descend the stairs "tick tock, he's nearly here." I pressed.

"Yes" was all he said, while looking down.

I stroked his cheek, "good boy, because you're going to." At that stage I wished I had a camera, as his face was a picture. When my husband walked in, I quickly shifted back to normal wife mode, "ah there's my guy, come on sit down sweetie, I'm starving" and we all dug in.

As we sat there eating and talking, I now knew my son wanted me, and if I'm honest, I was glad he did, because that only made me more certain now, that I also wanted him... In my bed and in me! After we eat, its normally family time, consisting of talking at the table about our days, and my husband reading the newspaper, today was no different.

"I'm just gonna grab the newspaper" Kane said getting up, disappearing into the lounge so I made my move.

"Mum, what are you doing?"

"Relax, sweetheart, he can't see anything. The tablecloth goes right down to the floor." My son had to admit I was right, but as much as he tried to keep himself under control, I could feel his prick swelling under my tracing fingertip, after I'd pulled it out of his joggers.

"So, any girls on the horizon Leon?" my husband asked him.

"Y... yes," Leon was barely able to stammer out, his mind focused on my experienced hand, teasing him mercilessly beneath the table.

"Well, I'll be damned" my husband sarcastically said, as he read the paper and spoke bullshit we weren't really listening to.

"Aww, good for you" I emphasized my admission by rubbing my thumb over his dripping cockhead, spreading the leaking pre-cum back over the enflamed glans.

I continued to slowly stroke my son's turgid prick. I could tell he was close to cumming, I was going faster now and his eyes were on mine, pleading for release as my husband's eyes were shielded by the paper he was holding up reading, and then we got our saving grace as my husbands work mobile rang from upstairs, and he damn near sprinted to answer it. Before he was out of the kitchen, my son started to shake as his orgasm was approaching.

Now, well and truly out of ear shot, I ordered my son to turn sideways in his chair, and I dropped to my knees whilst not missing a beat. I was relentless now, pumping his big cock.

"Oh Fuck! Gonna cum" his voice strained as I wrapped my mouth over the battering ram head of his dick, just before he released warm, thick, gooey strands of semen into my waiting mouth. And fuck did it taste good! As fast as I swallowed, my mouth was filling again, until he subsided and I left half a mouthful in my mouth, as it rested on my tongue. I swear his cum was packed full of swimmers, I could almost feel them swimming around my mouth, before I swallowed the last of his offering.

I pulled off his cock with a 'pop' as he sat back panting, while I helped him out and tucked his still semi, back in his joggers. I now stood by him and ran my fingers through his hair as we shared a look that said, if we were alone, it would be time for bed. But as Kane was now coming back down, Leon's eyes widened and looked nervous.

"Go on, go finish your homework and then chill out. We will make plenty of time to continue this."

"I hope so, but mum, I'm still a virgin" he said as he looked down.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of that" I said assuring him.

He nearly knocked his dad over when he left the room at some pace. I could only hum happily as I cleared the table, when my husband spoke up.

"Fancy some ice cream, Em?"

"Oh no thanks, I'm quite full" I said as I rubbed my cum filled stomach.

When we all awoke the next day, it was like I'd woke up in cock block city, between my baking schedule to help a local coffee shop in the morning, in amongst other community activities, Kane's workday, plus Leon's college classes, we'd have absolutely no chance to fuck! Apart from a few stolen kisses and gropes between us, there was no contact until Friday, when I had the day free, Leon wouldn't be in till the afternoon. Then I would take him to bed, and his cum would be delivered in a way I yearned for.

"Gotta go." Said Kane, as he quickly grabbed his jacket and rushed out of the house, leaving me and my son alone. I scurried off into the living room, looking out the window making sure he left, I did not hear my son creep down the stairs.

"Mum?"

Slowly I turned round, and saw Leon standing at the door. I just stared at him.

He was so handsome! Even despite his scruffiness, or even because of it. Leon was no longer my little boy. He was now a young man.

"Leon...?" I whispered, as I found myself moving towards him. He started towards me as well.

We met in the middle.

"Honey, this is all wrong, but I don't care."

"I-I don't care either, mum. I-I love you." he confessed to me

"Oh darling." I said, as I took my boy into my arms. "I love you so much."

He hugged me back, his body pressing into mine. Then I felt something pushing into my stomach. Slowly pulling my head back, I stared into those eyes of my son.

"Leon..." My eyes dropped to his mouth.

Then our mouths were together, lips closed but pressing tight to each other, as we fiercely hugged. I was conscious of my breast's pressing into my boy's chest, my nipples achingly hard. My groin was pressing onto his hardness.

I pulled back. "Oh God, mum loves you so much!"

And not stopping myself as I kissed him again. This time my mouth opened, my boy quickly followed suit. Soon, mother and son were snogging ardently in the middle of the living room, our bodies rubbing together.

Finally, I pulled back again, looking at his face, gently stroking his cheek. My heart went out to my lad. He's only 18 and my son, he didn't know what he's doing. But mummy did. I should stop this.

But I fucking wasn't going to, Instead I pulled away from our embrace. Then taking his hand, me, Emily Shepperson... loving wife and mother, took my son upstairs to my bedroom.

In my bedroom we stood facing each other. The curtains were still drawn from the night before. The parental bed unmade. Neither of us said a word as we stared at each other.

I moved towards my boy and started to undress him. First was the shirt. It dropped to the ground, allowing me to appreciate his naked, hairless chest. His skin was so smooth, almost silk like to the touch. His belly was firm, with no hint of fat and his arms, subtly muscular.

Then, slowly I pushed down his trousers, kneeling down as I did so, noting how strong his legs looked. But the legs were soon forgotten when I found myself looking at his crotch.

His boxers bulged obscenely, causing the waist band to be pushed outwards, as if whatever was in them wanted to get out.

Tearing my eyes away, I looked up at my son. His eyes wide, with what I hoped was anticipation.

Making sure I didn't look anywhere except at his groin, I grabbed hold of the waist band, pulling it towards me. Then in one quick motion, my boy's underpants were down to his feet, I helped Leon step out of his lower garments.

My boy's penis stood out stiffly from his trimmed groin. But it was not a little boy's penis anymore, it was a thick brute of a cock, which would have looked big on an adult man, let alone a young boy Leon's age and build. It had to be genetic from me, with my tits being so big, he just excelled in the lower region, because it certainly wasn't from his father.

My stomach churned with excitement. I would be his first. Gingerly I reached, and took him in my hands. There was a gasp from above, and I felt the pink club throb.

Ohhh! He was so stiff.

For long moments, my hands ran over the stout erection. Noting how my fingers barely encircled it... it was so thick. Looking back at my son's face and seeing the pleading in his eyes. Smiling, I knew what he wanted.

Reluctantly I released his manhood and stood up. Then, my eyes never leaving my son's face, I started to strip.

First came off my jumper. Revealing my white pale breasts, encased in a thick red bra, which struggled to contain my abundant flesh. Instantly, Leon's eyes widened as he took in the sight.

Discarding the jumper, my hands went behind me to unclip the bra. With a twist of my hands, the bra loosened and I slowly peeled it off my chest. I intently watched for my son's reaction as my breasts, with their hard aching nipples, came into view and dropped down onto my chest. This was now more than the mirror view he got.

Being rewarded with a gasp and a twitch down below, made me realize that my son's monster looked even bigger.

Then I went down to my jeans. Undoing the belt, trying to sexily wiggle out of them, revealing to my boy my thick thighs, and legs as I pushed them down to my feet.

Stepping out of them, now only in my red panties. Still watching my boy's face, I removed my panties, revealing to him the landing strip he would be lining up to.

Finally, naked in front of my naked teenage son.

Leon just stood there, rock still as his eyes swept over his naked mother's body

The way he looked at me. No-one, not even my husband, had ever looked at me with such desire, such hunger. It looked like he would launch himself at me at any moment.

I in turn, could not get over how delicious he looked. The slim young body, the big hard cock that stood out in salute to me.

Finding myself shaking, I stepped up to him. I pressed myself into him, feeling his jutting arousal pressing into my belly as I pushed my big breasts into his chest. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling my baby even nearer. Our faces drawing together, as we looked at each other with intense desire.

It was too much for my lad. With a groan, Leon pushed his face forward, finding my mouth as he clumsily tried to kiss me.

My mouth opening, forcing my tongue into his mouth, and for a moment we struggled against each other as we hungrily frenched. Both lost in the passion. Relishing in the feel of the other's naked body, pressing against us.

I needed to stay in control, this was our first time together. My boy's first time.

Gently but firmly, I pushed him away. Placing a finger on his lips, to stop him from attempting to kiss me again. I was just as impatient, I wanted him like no-one else before. Gently I pushed him back, making him fall onto the bed.

I took in the sight presented to me. My teenage virgin son, naked on my bed, his cock pointing up from a turf of dark pubic hair, it was nice to see he kept himself clean with some manscaping, almost like mine, only more manly. His cock was standing proud, stiff and throbbing.

And mummy was going to have it.