As usual, this story is entirely fictional. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely a coincidence. All characters exist only in my imagination. I hope everyone enjoys this little fantasy which might be a little over the top, but was fun to write and has a special place in my heart as it serves as my thirteenth...a baker's dozen of incest and mature stories. Please send me feedback in one shape or another. I wish I could figure out what triggers heavy feedback, as some of my stories get lots and then others, well...lets just say it gets really quiet. Give me a shout let me know what you think...what works and what doesn't. Enjoy!
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Never in my wildest imagination did I think that my son John's senior Homecoming celebration would turn out the way it did, with ramifications I still haven't fully comprehended. Since that autumn night almost a year ago, my life has literally turned inside out. I'm not complaining, mind you, it has been the best time of my life, but it has been such an incredible experience, I still cannot quite believe it.
My name is Debbie. I am married to Vincent, a dullard of a man who over the course of our twenty-five year marriage has become an absent husband and father. We have three children, Austin the oldest at twenty-four years of age who is working in an engineering firm out west, Katie who at twenty two is about to finish a B.S. in education at a college in Texas and my youngest (my baby!), John who is now nineteen. Shortly after John's birth, my husband lost interest in me sexually, frankly telling me that after bearing three babies and even though he still loved me, he no longer found me attractive. Over the last few years, we've even had separate bedrooms so that to quote him, "I can have some peace and quiet at night and not hear your yammering about sex, Debbie!"
This was a terrible blow to my ego and it would be a long time before I began to understand his feelings weren't so much about my looks, but about his issues with sex and motherhood. It took years, but I finally accepted that I'm still a fairly pretty woman. I knew then and even now that I'm not some sexy supermodel. I don't have a classic shape unless you consider Rubenesque sexy. I'm five foot in my stocking feet and I weigh 125 pounds. My legs and waist are just a little pudgy looking, more muscle than fat because I work out a lot. I wear a 36 DD bra and my boobs really stand out on my small frame. I'm all tits and ass as my husband used to say before he lost interest. The weight of my breasts hasn't caused too much sag, but they do slope almost to my belly button because I'm so darned short and my boobs are so big. I have blue eyes and wear glasses and keep my blonde-gray hair short in a pixie cut.
My story really begins about a year ago. It was John's senior year in high school and he turned eighteen shortly after the school year began. He was excited because he was a starter on the football team and he and a few of his long time friends would be the core of the team's defense. I was proud of my son and his achievements, marveling over how he'd grown since his freshman year, both emotionally and physically. He was a kind boy, helpful and caring around the house and full of life and joy. He never complained about having a mostly absent father as Vincent was always off on road trips for his company (and I knew full well, that quite often he was accompanied by some little tramp secretarial assistant).
I acknowledge that Vincent did provide us a good home, but it was a darn lonely existence and like any healthy woman I have needs...needs my husband never could fulfill. By the time Katie left home, Vincent and I were in separate bedrooms. I became quite the connoisseur in sex toys and had amassed a healthy collection of vibrators and dildos as well as a sizeable library of porno DVDs. Alone at night, I would do my best to pacify my sexual needs, but at best, it kept my lust at bay like a caged animal.
In the meantime, I was a good mother, taking care of my John and watching as he grew from a clumsy, awkward teenage into a handsome man. He and his friends Dell, Brian and Chuck dragged several chunks of exercise equipment into one corner of our basement that we'd turned into a recreation room and over their high school career have worked out and worked out until they were strong, muscular men. Even though John is my son, I found myself many times admiring his hard, muscled body...not out of simple lust, but because as a woman, I can appreciate a handsome man.
In his senior year of high school, all his hard work began to really pay off. Their high school football team had its best season in maybe twenty years and they rolled through September and most of October undefeated. Their Homecoming Game was scheduled for late October and everyone was very excited. A dance was planned for after the game and John had asked for permission for his three best friends to sleep over afterwards. Now I knew darn well that John and his friends planned to drink a little that night, but I also knew that they always designated one to stay sober and I was quite happy knowing that at least they'd sleep it off safe and secure in our basement rec room.
The game was exciting. All four boys shut down the cross-town rival's offense and John sacked their quarterback four times that night. I was in the crowd cheering them on...alone as usual. Vincent was across the country in Las Vegas attending a seminar with his latest secretary/slut. I barely had time to kiss John goodbye before he and the others dashed off to the dance.
I went home and expecting John and his friends to be out for several hours, decided to take advantage of the alone time. I stripped down and popped a dirty video into the bedroom DVD player and got out "Ol Sparky," my favorite vibrator and climbed into bed. I was having an enjoyable time teasing my pussy with "Ol Sparky" and watching a video where a young, well built and hung stud was fucking a mature woman's brains out. When I had several hours to play, I liked to gradually get myself worked up until I was writhing on the bed, covered with sweat, and aching with need before bringing myself to a screaming orgasm.
I was almost there...almost at the edge of a huge orgasm. I was teasing my clitoris with "Ol Sparky," and biting my lip as I watched the mature redhead on the screen sob with pleasure as her muscled lover drove his long, hard penis deep into her pussy. I was so close and then...the damned phone rang.
I moaned with frustration and somehow resisted the urge to ignore the phone and bring myself off, but my maternal instincts kicked in. As long as my son was out, part of me always fretted and nothing is scarier than a midnight phone call.
I turned off my vibrator and reached for the phone. "Hello?" I said, trying to keep my frustration out of my voice.
"Mom!" It was John, sounding happy and drunk. "Mom, how are you?"
"I'm fine, honey. Are you okay? Is anything wrong?"
"Oh...I'm good, we're all good, but we're kinda drunk and Brian took off with some girl and he's our designated driver and the party got busted up by Eileen's folks and um, could you come get us?"
I sighed heavily. So much for my own pleasure. Mom to the rescue. "Of course, John. Where are you?"
I groaned as he told me the address. It was a good thirty minutes away. I quickly dressed, throwing on a pair of sweat pants, one of John's T-shirts that I sometimes wore as a nightshirt and a flannel shirt as a jacket since it was a cool autumn night.. I skipped panties and a bra out of convenience. I grumbled as I drove my minivan through the October night, driving out to where this Eileen lived.
As I pulled up, my son and his friends leaped off the front porch, whooping and hollering and I had to laugh to myself. They could still act like they did when they were nine or ten. I got out of the van only to find myself picked up by my son.
"Thanks, Mom!" John crowed. "I love you!"
"Put me down, you big goof!" I said, somewhat embarrassed. My flannel shirt came unbuttoned and in the cool night air, my nipples immediately hardened even as my son danced around with me, causing my large breasts to flop and bounce. All three boys were giggling, and I wasn't sure if it was because of the way John was being silly or because they could see my grape sized nipples pressing against the fabric of my shirt.
No sooner did my son let me down than his friend, Dell gave me a big bear hug, again lifting me off my feet. "Thanks for picking us up, Mrs. Forrest! I sure didn't want to call my old man to come get us!" he said in a sing-song voice. I could smell the beer on his breath even as I felt my breasts mash against his hard chest. I felt my face turn red even as I felt a little electric tingle between my legs.
Even as I was set back down, Chuck grabbed me from behind, his arms encircling my waist and lifting me up. "You're the greatest Mom ever!" he said in an overly loud drunken slur even as my sloping breasts brushed against his muscular forearms. As I kicked my feet, I again felt a tingle between my thighs as my broad butt brushed against a solid lump in his slacks. My son's best friend had a woody!
"You idiots are all drunk!" I said laughingly, stepping away from them. My son and his buddies were hanging over each other laughing and giggling like silly young boys. "Get into the van!" I said, pointing to the open side door.
"Yes, Ma'am," they said in a sloppy chorus and clambered inside. I gathered myself together, taking several deep breaths, trying to quell the sudden nervous energy from being manhandled by three teenage boys. "I love you, Mom!" John crowed again, sticking his head out the passenger side window.
