Joyce was 33, slender and had a model's ass. But as Tommy's mother, she always showed decorum and class while he grew up, the only child of Joyce and Bill. All of that changed when Bill died in a motorcycle accident two years ago last summer. Joyce seemed to shift her attention and her wants toward her only son. She would ask him all manner of questions about what she should wear, or who she should go out with. At 18 years old, Tommy sensed the shift, and naturally began to assume a more mature role. Tommy was prone to dress super casual, meaning that he almost never had on a shirt, and most of the time wore short cotton boxers, no matter what he did around the house. Since he sported a 9 inch cock, he was forever adjusting himself to keep the monster in check, especially when his mother was wearing a muscle t-shirt without her bra. Tommy noticed her tits more than once. He loved the upward curve of her tits, and how the tight nipples stood at attention with no apparent rhyme or reason. The were not the biggest, but they were round and, well... kind of nasty.
Joyce used to prance around the house looking for an excuse to show off her body to Tommy. If she was getting some soap under the sink, she would pretend to be unable to find it, while jutting her athletic ass right at his face. She would drop things in front of him, and make a big deal that "she" would pick it up, not him. Of course, she would flaunt her free swinging breasts right under his nose, and when she came up, it was always with her face inches away from his stiffening dick.
Tommy was uncomfortable with this attention at first, but soon began to relish it. He even started to masturbate to the idea of his Mom sucking him off and letting him cover her face in cum. Little did he know that Joyce was thinking the same exact thing. If only she could wrap her hands and lips around his cock, and blow him to completion right on her face. Ah... sweet fantasies.
It remained a fantasy until one night Joyce was masturbating. As she came, she looked up to find Tommy at the foot of her bed with his cock in his hand, stroking vigorously.
"Hi, Mom." He chuckled. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Tommy!" Joyce rung out. "What on earth are you doing?"
"Oh, god, I'm sorry Mom." He said. "I was just... ah... sorry. Mom."
With that, Tommy ran back to his room and closed the door behind him, embarrassed beyond words.
Joyce hurriedly got into a silk robe and tried to compose herself. She had been thinking of sucking her son's cock, but she never once really believed they would get together. She pondered her actions of late, the teasing, the games... And she finally concluded that it was basically dishonest not to own up to her feelings with Tommy.
She knocked on his door quietly and said "Dear, can I come in please?"
"OK, Mom, come in.. He said. "I'm so sorry mothe..."
"Stop right there." She intoned. "I have something to discuss with you."
"First of all, what you did kind of scared me, but not because I haven't thought the same thing. It's just that we haven't discussed the matter together, and I guess I just wasn't ready. You didn't do anything wrong, Tommy. I loved looking at your cock, and I, many times over, dreamed of you jacking that off into my face and rubbing cum all over my lips and nose. Does that frighten you, son?"