It had been just over six months since Susan and Michael had attended the funeral of her ex-husband and Michael's father, Robert. It was not a particularly sad affair as far as Susan was concerned she had been divorced for seven years now. At first, she had no intention of attending but thought better of it for her son's sake.
Susan and Michael's father had only been married just over 18 months when she had caught him playing around with another woman.
Of course, he came out with all the apologies and the promises that he would never do it again, and she was the only one he loved, etc. etc. This time she was prepared to forgive him for the sake of their marriage and their baby boy.
Although in her heart, she suspected that this wasn't the first affair. But only the first time that Robert had been caught fucking about.
As she was only twenty, she was naïve enough to believe he meant what he said. Being so young and with a baby son coming up two-years-old she thought she had little choice.
Over the next ten years, however, she came to accept that her no-good husband was a womanizer and philanderer and would never be able to keep his dick in his pants.
On the plus side, he was never violent, and he was a generous provider. He never bothered her much sexually, which was a good thing in one way and country to what he believed he wasn't' the great lover he thought he was. Their lovemaking always left Susan unfulfilled, and with an itch, she couldn't scratch.
However, It came to a head when he had humiliated her in front of all her workmates and friends. She never knew whether it was intentional or not, but that didn't matter; he was seen by Susan and her colleges outside their office kissing and necking with another woman.
It was the straw that broke the camel's back. Susan left work there and then went home called a locksmith, with all the locks changed, her husband's belongings were dumped outside on the lawn in plastic bags.
She refused to speak to him again in person; the only contact was through her solicitor. He agreed to keep up the mortgage payments so Susan and Michael could continue to live in the house, which he had transferred into her name. He also agreed to a generous maintenance payment for his son. To his credit, he never defaulted on either.
Susan always thought that Matthew dealt well with their separation and subsequent divorce considering his tender years. Although he had a good relationship with his father, he was much closer to her, and there didn't seem to be any real abandonment issues that she might have expected in a lad of his age.
Her ex-husband had died in a car crash; mercifully, no one else was involved. Robert had just been driving too fast, lost control of the car and crashed into a tree and was killed outright.
Although his current wife inherited all of his substantial business assets, whether it was by accident or design, Robert had continued the premiums on quite a significant life policy, payable to Susan that he had taken out when they were together. Susan wanted to believe it was by design; either way, it was to Susan good fortune.
Three or four weeks after the funeral, Michael was still very quiet and withdrawn, which was a bit of a surprise as he had dealt so well with his parent's separation. Worried that this might have a lasting effect on Matthew, Susan sought advice as to what she might do to help her son at this point in his life.
The primary advice that she received from all quarters was she should talk to Matthew about his feelings let him know she was there for him.
At 18, it was such a vulnerable age she was told no longer a boy but not yet a fully grown man. He would not be sure enough of himself to bare his soul to anyone, so she would have to be proactive in finding out what his worries and anxieties were, and then talk them through with him.
The last thing she wanted was even to suggest any formal counselling or therapy as Michael may construe that his mother thought he was ill.
So over the next two or three months, mother and son became almost inseparable, her listening attentively to any little problem that Michael may have real or imaginary and treat them both with the same respect.
Sometimes they would talk late into the evening; it wasn't uncommon to finish one of their marathon chats with a cuddle and a gentle motherly kiss.
One evening when Matthew had been down in the dumps, she had kissed the tears away from his eyes and then gently kissed him on the lips; this seemed to set the pattern for all future discourse.
As the weeks went on the Michael might stay in his mother's arms all evening Susan was happy with this it was nice to have a pair of strong arms wrapped around her which made her feel special again. As the weeks went by, Michael became a lot more open and relaxed; she was sure this approach was helping her son to get over the trauma of losing his father.
Susan found herself looking forward more and more to the time they spent together. Should she have picked up the way his hand would sometimes accidentally brush her breast, and, a kiss on her lips would last just a little bit longer than it should.
But these are only trifles as far as she was concerned. One evening Michael did put his hand d on her right breast and give it a gentle squeeze. This sent a tingle through her whole body that bothered Susan a little. However, this could not be put down as an accident, Susan didn't scold him; she just looked at him and gently took his hand away and put in his lap.
Sometimes they could sit cuddled together on the settee saying very little or nothing at all. It was during one of these gentle sessions has Susan liked to think of them. She asked herself whether their relationship was going in the right direction? The last thing she wanted, however, was to give Michel rejection issues as well. She was resolved to continue as long as her boy needed her.
She was confident that she would be able to control all eventualities tactfully. At this point, she was brought swiftly back to the here and now! It was not her imagination because as she looked down, Michael had put his hand on her knee and was slowly pushing it up her skirt.
She froze not sure what to do; in the absence of any rebuke her son moved his hand a little higher, she looked across to Michael intending to tell him that his actions were not appropriate. As she looked up to speak, Michael placed his lips on hers and invaded her mouth with his tongue.
As wrong as it was Susan still unsure how to react, her emotions were confused. She knew that she should scream no-no-no, but it had been such a long while since anyone had kissed her so passionately, as much as this emotionally deprived mother knew that she should fight it, the instinct to kiss her son back was overpowering.
The hand that only a few seconds ago was on her knee was now caressing the bare flesh above Susan's stockings, she now just had moments to retrieve the situation. Still, she hesitated, and the moment had gone as Michael's hand was now gently rubbing her panty covered pussy.
Her feeble effort to reprimand her son only came out as a soft moan into his ever-attentive mouth, taking this as a sign of encouragement Michael continued to caress his mother's vulva sensitively.
Not taking his lips from hers, he gently slid his hand between them and unbuttoned her blouse to reveal her beautiful breasts. By now, Susan utterly lost in a sea of wonderment. Her son's seduction technique was now leading to the sacred world of sensual love and Sex.
Where did he learn to be such a caring and gentle lover, how did he know that a more forceful approach would have no doubt ended in disaster?
Susan was on fire due to the unrelenting attention that her womanhood had received from those delicate fingers. The crotch of her panties was now soaking wet. Her breasts that had been pulled from her bra now tingled with desire and passion, and her aroused nipples were like two brown pebbles.
Not only did she know that it was too late to stop, she knew that she did not want it to end; the wanton desire for Sex had overtaken her.
She ran a hand down Michael's front and could not believe the hardness or the size of her young son's penis.
Taking hold of the waistband of his track suite quite firmly, she endeavoured to pull his bottoms down Michael raised his backside momentarily to help, with no underwear on his lower half was soon naked and exposed.
With barely a pause, Susan raised a hand to take hold of her son's beautiful phallus. Michael realized that his mother was now an equal partner in the seduction, and he reluctantly released her lips and laid his head on the back of the sofa. The pleasure he was receiving from having his engorged cock so skilfully stroked by his mum was or-some.
Susan looked down at the beautiful love stick that she held in her hand and was amazed at the primal power that it was having on her, at least 7inches in length, and with a circumference of some 3 inches, she was powerless to resist.
Without hesitation, she lowered her face and engulfed the whole of the engorged head of her son's cock. She heard with pleasure the sharp intake of breath from her teenage boy. So maybe he wasn't as experienced as she had first thought. Perhaps all his learning came from the Internet she desperately hoped so, she so much wanted to be his first woman.
Not wanting to lose contact, they both shed the rest of their clothes; at this point, Susan was probably the senior partner and took control. Once more, lowering her beautiful face and mouth and engulfing her son's cock. With one hand rubbing his magnificent organ up and down while the other gently caressed his balls, she was leading him to a climax and ejaculation like he will have never known in his young life.
Michael was enjoying this new experience so much he wanted it last forever, but as his mother's silky lips slid up and down his engorged cock, he knew that he could not take this pleasure much longer. Not sure what to do as release approached, he mumbled, "I'm about to cum," The only reply received was a kind of mewing sound.
Five seconds later, it happened neither he or Susan were prepared for the force of the ejaculation. Michael just felt his seed rising at a hundred miles an hour. Susan felt Michael stiffen momentarily, and then it happened. With the power that she never thought possible, her lovely son was pumping his viral seed into her wanton mouth — struggling to swallow at first due to the force and volume of his ejaculation. Susan adjusted quickly; she was soon enjoying rope after rope of delectable pearl drops that were cascading into her mouth and down her throat.
