******Just a heads up. There is some ass to mouth action at the end of the story. So if you do not like that, this may not be the story for you. I welcome comments (even if anonymous), feedback, and story requests******
My son, Bobby, was being obnoxious. His school friends, Maureen and Laura had come over to spend the day with him and he was not handling it well.
I was sitting on the couch reading a book but struggling to concentrate, as his ridiculous attitude was too much to take. He was being such a little brat to those girls. Whenever they requested a song to play on Rock Band, my 19 year old son would pick a different one. When they tried to get him to go for a bike ride, he refused to even listen. I decided it was time to put him in his place when he told the girls they would have to sit out the next song because 'they were messing up his score'.
"Bobby, you and your friends come up here." I said. I was polite but loud enough to be heard down the stairs.
"Why, do you have the food ready?" He yelled back at me.
"No honey, just come on up here."
He exhaled like I had just ruined his day. Finally he came up to the living room with his two friends in tow.
Bobby is kind of short and has floppy black hair. He is a little pale but it looked good on his slender build. The girls are built similarly. Both are 18 year old dark brunettes, and have slim builds. Both had semi-deep tans from a long summer. Both of them had tiny little butts attached to their lean legs. Laura had a larger chest, most likely a B-cup. Maureen was a few inches below five feet while Laura was a little taller. Laura was wearing a sun-dress while Maureen had shorts and a tank top on.
"Bobby, honey, why are you being so mean to your friends." I asked. I stayed seated on the couch as they stood around me.
"I'm not being mean mom, I swear."
"Bobby, I can hear you. I think you are getting a little big for your britches, don't you think girls?" Both girls shrugged and smiled, obviously too meek to say otherwise.
"Mommmm..." he whined.
"Stop it Bobby. Now, unless you want me to tell these young ladies a few embarrassing stories, you are going to do exactly as I say."
"What?!?!" he complained as his eyes shot back between me and the girls.
"Do we have a deal?" I asked.
"Not a chance."
"Fine. Girls, do you want to hear about our trip to Mount Rushmore?"
"Oh yes, Mrs. McCrane!" the girls said in unison.
"You wouldn't!" Bobby yelped.
"Then do we have a deal?"
"Fine"
"Good then take off your clothes. All of them." I ordered. The girls' eyes lit up.
"WHAT? No chance" he replied.
"Girls, do you know why Bobby had to miss so much school last year?"
"Fine, fine...." Bobby said as he began to strip his clothes off, stopping at his underwear.
"Keep going honey." I could see his semi-hard penis packaged away in his shorts. Apparently my son had been blessed.
Bobby took a deep breath and pulled down his whitey-tighties. His penis unfurled, as it had to be 6 inches long but still several shades away from an erection. It was as thick as an overgrown banana. He kept his eyes locked to the ground as Laura pointed and giggled at him. He bent over to pick his shorts off of the ground.
"Oh no you don't." I said as I held his underwear down around his ankles with my foot. After he struggled a bit, I bent over and grabbed his whitey-tighties with my hand.
"Now step through them." I said looking back up at him. When I turned my face up towards him I found my mouth mere inches from his still half-hard cock.
"Come on now Bobby. Do as your Mommy says." I was careful to pronounce each syllable clearly so he would feel his mother's breath on his exposed penis. Eventually Bobby stepped out of underwear while I continued to hold them. As he lifted his left leg out, I felt his dick brush against my hair. I doubt it was an accident.
The girls were mesmerized by my son's size. His dick looked even bigger on his slight build. This whole operation had certainly quieted him down. He was putty in my hands now.
I sat back up. I took my left hand and reached out towards my son's manhood with my left hand. I took hold of his penis by holding the tip of it lightly between my forefinger and thumb. I lifted his cock up so it would separate from his balls.
Taking both my hands, I made a dick sandwich with my son's cock and started rubbing him. I felt Bobby's shaft starting to harden as my hands polished him ever so softly. Laura and I looked at each other and had a laugh at Bobby's expense.
Laura noticed my son's cock hardening in my hands, "Bobby, you sure seem to like it when your mother plays with your penis!" Everyone laughed except Bobby, who was just staring at my hands.
Making a pathetic face, I asked my son, "Oh Bobby, do you want to cum on your Mommy's tits?" I held my chest out showing him the cleavage from my 34-GG's.
I continued to massage my son's prick when Laura chimed in, "I bet you just want your Mommy to take that thing and put it in her mouth don't you? Maybe if you are a good boy Mommy will wake you up with a blow job tomorrow."
"Oh that's a good idea Laura. Behave yourself and fill Mommy's mouth with cum." I replied as I opened my mouth and slowly moved towards my son's now rigid shaft. I teased him for a bit, letting his cock break the seal of my mouth but refusing to close down.
Laura saw what I was doing and patronized, "Oh poor baby," shrugging at him, "Mommy's tongue is so close to your cock but she just won't lick it.
I pulled back laughing all the way. Laura cackled as I showed my son my open mouth again. I started lightly stroking him again with the tips of my fingers.
"You girls want to touch his dick?" I asked. Laura stepped up first as she wrapped her little hands around Bobby's length.
"Whoa, I didn't know they were this hard." she remarked as she started a very amateur stroke. I helped her out, showing her how to twist while she moved up the shaft. After a few tugs, she was doing much better.
"Oh Bobby, you really are a freak with this ginormous cock." Laura laughed.
