By the time my son reached eighteen, I told myself I was not going to clean up after him anymore. After all, he was a senior in high school; he played soccer, and got straight 'A's -- so, he sure as heck ought to be able to clean his own room.
But one Saturday morning, a few years ago, I wanted to get an early start on doing laundry. I was still in my nightie tearing through the house collecting dirty cloths -- Bill had left hours earlier to play golf with his buddies, and my daughter Sara, two years younger than my son, was sleeping over at her girlfriend's house.
"Tommy ... I need your dirty cloths!" I yelled as loud as I could. I was upstairs; just finishing gathering up Sara's cloths that she'd left strewn all over her room.
"I'm in the bathroom, mom ... I'll get 'em in a minute." Came the faint and muffled reply from my son.
As a mom, I knew exactly what "in a minute" meant when uttered by offspring; translate as, "whenever I feel like it, or next Thursday, whichever is sooner, but only if it's the fifth Thursday of the month."
If I wanted to wash his dirty cloths during my lifetime, then I knew I'd have to get them myself; I charged into his room, plopped the laundry basket on the floor at the foot of his bed, and started tossing his dirty cloths into the basket. Tommy's dirty cloths were also scattered about his room.
When I picked up a pair of Tommy's dirty socks from his desk -- and just why they were on his desk, I had no idea - I must have bumped his computer, or the mouse, or something, because the blank screen suddenly lit up. I might not have paid any attention to it had there not been movement on the screen; but there was, and it caught my eye. So, I stopped momentarily and looked over at what my son had on his computer.
And I froze.
There, on my son's computer screen, was a cute young blonde being fucked from behind by some big black guy while she sucked another guy's monster cock.
I was stunned.
I thought, this is my baby's computer ... my little Tommy ... how could this be on his ...
My mind was reeling.
As I watched, the scene shifted, and the girl was straddling the black guy; his mammoth cock stuffed in her pussy. A guy stepped into the picture and stuffed her mouth with yet another huge piece of meat. Without thinking, I sat on the edge of Tommy's bed and just stared. As shocked as I was, I was becoming conscious of something else; I was getting turned on! I sensed that there was moisture building between my legs; and that awareness shocked me almost as much as the discovery of the porn on my son's computer. Try as I might, I could not deny, or stop, my growing state of arousal.
"Aw mom ... I told you that I was gonna get my cloths for ... holy shit!" Tommy said as he barged into the room. He came to an abrupt halt when he realized what I was watching.
"Geez mom ... I'm sorry ... I thought I killed that before I went ..." As he spoke, he took a step toward his computer and reached out; presumably to turn it off or cancel the porn flick.
I grabbed Tommy by the wrist and pulled his hand back.
"Sit down!" I shouted at him.
It was pretty obvious to him that I was agitated; so he did as he was told and sat next to me on the edge of his bed. I didn't let go of his wrist.
"Mom ... I'm sorry ... I'll get rid of it ... scrub it from the hard drive ... honest!" Tommy pleaded.
"I ... I don't understand ... when ... I mean ... why ... oh my gawd ... look at what they're doing to her ... I can't believe ..." I stammered.
A third guy on the screen had just come into view. The camera angle changed and there was a close up of the new guy penetrating the blonde's asshole. The camera panned back and we saw that she had a cock in every orifice -- they were all pumping into her young body. I was so excited; I didn't know what to do.
"Please mom let me turn it ..."
"No!"
I was confused. I knew that I should be angry with Tommy; but more than anything, I was so horny that I couldn't stand it. I pulled on Tommy's wrist and guided his hand between my legs and then pulled his fingers into the warm damp softness there.
"Feel how wet I am Tommy! Do you feel it? Do you?!"
My hips slowly started to undulate against his unwilling hand.
"Geeeeez mom! What are you doing?"
Tommy struggled to pull his hand away. I used both hands and held him tight as I continued to rub my pussy up against his fingers.
"Oh gawd Tommy ... look at all that cum dripping from her chin ... Tommy do you see the cum ... oh that is sooooo hot!"
"Mom!" Tommy didn't know what to do or how to react. Who would?
"You've got to help me Tommy ... you've got to ... you're the only one ... please Tommy I need you to help me ... please!" I am sure that I sounded half demented, but I was desperate with need, and Tommy really was the only one who could help.
"What mom ... I don't understand ... what ..."
Tommy was wearing only his white jockey shorts -- we'd never been prudes in our house, though we didn't go around the house naked, either. But any one of us running around the house in underwear was not unusual. I removed one hand from Tommy's wrist, but held tight with the other, and reached over and grasped Tommy's cock through his shorts.
"Shit mom ... what are you ..." He was startled but he was also growing hard as I held him.
"I need something Tommy ... right now ... and you have to help me ... you're the only one who can." I told him; pleaded with him.
I pulled his shorts down and his cock sprang out. It was very large. Of course, I'd seen it when he was a small child; but that had been many years ago, and never with the adoring eyes I had for his cock that day. I squeezed his penis and started stroking him.
