As she walked around the coffee table in the TV room collecting empty Budweiser cans on the Thursday evening following her "check-up," Lucille looked despairingly at her husband Frank. He was slumped in his lounge chair dozing, same as most any other evening.
I wonder if a car crashing through the French doors would even wake him?
she wondered. She went to the kitchen and turned on the tap, rinsing the cans before dropping them in the recycling bin.
"It's your own damned fault," she muttered to herself, listening to his snoring through the open door. "I wouldn't have to resort to this if you were more of a—""
She cut the sentence short. It was past time that she stopped lying to herself and stopped blaming her husband. Mid-life and aging required adjustments to one another that she and Frank hadn't been able to make. They'd grown in different directions.
Fucking Doctor Norman and Courtney had nothing to do with her marriage. The simple truth was that the very outrageousness of the act had been the thing that excited Lucille beyond all reason. Norman's suggestion that she use his practice as a stud service to indulge her carnal cravings made her even hornier to contemplate because it was so perverse. The kinkier the scene, the more she craved it...at least in her fantasies.
Such forbidden thrills would never be available to her in any kind of marriage she could imagine.
And none of that was half as irresistibly wicked as what she was going to do now.
She kicked off her house shoes at the foot of the stairs and padded barefoot up to the second floor clad only in her knee-length velour nightgown. Frank might sleep like the dead, but their son Trey could well still be awake.
Without knocking she turned the knob on his bedroom door and eased it open as quietly as she could. Peering inside she saw that he'd fallen asleep with the lights on and his laptop computer still resting on his legs.
Lucille wasn't surprised. She worried occasionally that Trey didn't get enough rest, but reassured herself that in this he was like most teenage boys. When he was up he was a ball of fire, running off to soccer practice or lifting weights in the basement or headed out the door to meet up with his buddies Luke and Brandon and Bobby for some activity he described under interrogation as "just hanging out, doing nothing." When he crashed he crashed hard, and of course it was next to impossible to rouse him then to take the trash to the curb or mow the lawn.
She sat carefully on the edge of his bed and closed the laptop, sliding it under the bed. Then she eased the covers down to his knees.
Trey was naked. His cock lay across his stomach...even soft, it reached nearly to his navel. Scarcely daring even to breath now for fear of waking him, his mother gently ran her fingers up the underside of his prick. It began to swell immediately, rising and jumping like some big fish on a line. After just a few seconds of stimulation it jutted nearly straight up from its nest of soft hair.
Ah, youth,
Lucille thought, delighted and aroused by the sight.
She'd sometimes wondered how her life might have been different without her second, unintended pregnancy at the age of thirty-three. With a single child well-started in school, mightn't she have found the courage to end her unhappy marriage back then? Whatever brief resentment she might have felt then had quickly evaporated in the face of her newfound devotion to little Trey. She had a new focus for her energies, and someone new to love.
Tonight Lucille appreciated her hunky teen son in an entirely new light. A lewd smile spread across her maternal face as she stared at Trey's hard-on, watching it continue to grow. She intended to express that appreciation and love by fucking and sucking the boy.
She slowly pulled the blankets back from Trey's naked body. She slid her fingers lightly up his leg until she touched his ball sack, heavy with cum.
Trey moaned and opened his legs wider. Lucille was startled, and then saw that he was still asleep. She circled the base of his cock with her fingers and slid them slowly up along his cock-shaft. His cock grew even harder, and bigger. She jacked her son off until his prick was fully engorged, a shining drop of fluid leaking from his cock-slit.
Lucille kept slowly stroking her son's cock until a little stream of the clear pre-cum ran along his shaft.
"Laney..." T murmured sleepily. His mother's curiosity was piqued. He'd never mentioned any girl named Laney.
