I married Clark when I was just thirty years old and he was fifty eight at the time. Did I marry him for the money and security...yes I most certainly did. Clark's son Clark Jr. or CJ as he likes to be called was fifteen at the time and he had a dickens of a time accepting me. I mean I couldn't blame him, his mother had passed away a year before and he was still hurting. Clark said just take it slow Maddie and he'll come around. Well as for me I was still married to his father and therefore part of the family whether he like it or not. That and he'd be moving away and going to college in three years so why should I care. But within those three years things changed between CJ and I. We became very good friends and he even calls me mom which makes me feel good. I liked being called his mom. We found that we could talk to each other about anything and there was no subject off limits.
This morning we were in the kitchen, CJ was sitting at the table and I was cooking breakfast and he suddenly asked me an odd question. "Mom do you really love dad?"
The question caught me off guard and I looked at him, "Of course I love your father, CJ. Why would you ask me that?"
He shrugged, "Well the two of you have been arguing more than usual lately."
I frowned and nodded, "Yes we have darling but that doesn't mean that I've fallen out of love with your father." The reason why Clark and I have been arguing is because he's stopped having sex with me. He can't get it up and he refuses to take any ED medication. Good gosh I'm thirty three and I'm still in need of a good fucking. Which I haven't had in months...six months to be exact. AND Vibrators and dildos aren't cutting it.
"So what are you two fighting about mom?" CJ asked.
I smirked to myself, I can talk to CJ about anything but I'm certainly not talking to him about this. "Sweetie we're okay. In fact you need to be thinking about what you want for your birthday. And by the way happy birthday CJ." I said placing a plate of pancakes in front of him. Blue berry pancakes is his favorite and I made a happy face out of the berries on each one.
He looked down at the pancakes and frowned.
I looked at him confused, "Whats wrong honey?" I asked.
He shrugged and pushed the plate away, "I'm eighteen years old now mom so stop treating like a kid."
I was taken aback. "I'm sorry...I just thought it would nice to..."
He cut me off, "Just forget it. I'm good, okay." He pushes his chair back and stands up.
I take his arm, "Wait a minute CJ. Is something bothering you sweetie?"
He shakes his head, "It's complicated Mom you wouldn't understand."
I cross my arms and give him a confused look, "What would I not understand CJ. I mean you can talk to me about anything, sweetheart, you know that."
He sits back down, "I'm so damned confused, Mom. I have these thoughts and feelings running through my head."
I sat down across from him at the table, "What are you confused about CJ?"
"I'm fucking confused about women. I wanted to take Amy out for my birthday but..." he stopped and tears began to form in his deep brown eyes.
I take his hand, "Go on." I say.
"She called me last night and broke up with me." a tear trickled down his cheek.
My mouth dropped.
"OMG darling I'm so sorry!"
"She claims that I want too much from her."
"Okay? So what's making her think that you're wanting too much from her, CJ?" I was genuinely curious.
He shrugs, "It's a bit embarrassing mom."
I smile and shake my head, "It's about sex right?"
He blushes and nods.
"That's okay sweetie you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." I say and I get up.
"I wanted Amy to give me a blow job for my birthday. But I guess that's just too much to ask from your girlfriend, right?"
I smile and sit back down. "Not all women are into giving oral pleasure to their partners."
"Have you ever..." he pauses "You know...did that to dad?"
I quickly shook my head, "No your father is a straight ace when it comes down to sex." Which was the truth. He was boring in bed you might say. No experimentation whatsoever. I mean I really enjoy sucking a guy's cock. But it was something I had to give up when I married Clark.
"So have you given anyone a blow job, mom?"
I smiled and nodded, "I have CJ. But that is all I'm gonna say on the matter."
"Did you enjoy it?" he smirks.
"CJ I said I didn't want to discuss it."
"Ah come on mom, we can talk about anything...remember?"
I sighed and closed my eyes to avoid his pleading brown eyes. I shouldn't have said anything.
"Well did you or did you not?" he asks.
"I did and for your next question Did I enjoy it...yes." I say and CJ's Mouth drops and his eyes go wide.
"Alright!" he says pumping his fist in the air.
I can't help but laugh at his juvenile antics. As he's pumping his fist I see his free hand
slowly slide from the table into his lap. He doesn't think I noticed it. I know he's rubbing his cock. And as always I don't make a big deal of it. It's why I'm the coolest mom in the world right? :-)
"What's for breakfast?" Clark exclaims cheerfully as he steps into the kitchen. He dressed in his red and black plaid PJ's. I can't stand seeing him in those darn things. They make him look so old.
CJ quickly pulls his hand back up.
I smile and give him a little wink and I stand up, "We're having blueberry pancakes in honor of our son's eighteenth birthday.
"Oh great, those are my favorites too!" he tousled CJ's hair and took his place at the head of the table. "Happy birthday son!"
"Thanks dad." CJ says as he smooths his hair back in place.
I place three pancakes on a plate and I set them in front of my husband.
"Thanks Maddie.", he says and swats me on the bottom. I'm wearing one of my short satin robes and you know how thin those are. It stung my buttocks.
CJ laughs at my pained expression and I stick my tongue out at him and wink. Clark misses our playful exchange as he's now reading the financial report in the news paper.
I didn't mind Clark popping me on the bottom occasionally but he's never done it in front of our son before.
I put the thought aside and I fixed myself a few hot pancakes and I sat down at the table to eat. I sit down next to CJ like always.
"So son what do you want for your birthday this year?" Clark asks barely looking up from the paper.
CJ frowns and shakes his head, "I don't want anything dad."
Clark lowers the paper and looks at him and then at me. I shrug pretending not to know what's going on. He folds his newspaper and places both his elbows on the table to look at CJ. "Why don't you want anything for your birthday son?"
"I don't want to talk about it dad, okay." he snaps and he stands up and leaves the kitchen and soon we hear his bedroom door slam down the hall.
"Can we say...EMOTIONAL? What the fuck is that boys problem?"
I shake my head.
"Oh bullshit you know something Maddie. He confides in you more than he does me. Now I want to know!"
I don't like discussing the things CJ and I talk about but Clark was adamant about wanting to know. So I told him and I really felt bad about doing it too.
Clark shakes his head, "Good for her because only a slut will suck a man's dick. No man wants a cock sucking whore for a girlfriend or even a wife for that matter."
I didn't say anything because at one point in my life I was a cock sucking whore. Not only did I suck but I swallowed too." I smiled at the thought.
"What are you smiling about?" Clark asked giving me a quizzical look.
"Oh nothing darling. I just find it funny how our son has grown up."
He laughs and nods, "It seems like just yesterday he was in diapers."
Like you are now, I wanted to say but I resisted the urge so I stood up and collected the plates and washed the dishes, while he read his newspaper. That was pretty much our relationship...boring.
Suddenly Clark stands up and he slams his paper down. "I'm going to have a talk with that young man!"
"Clark NO!" I shout but he ignores me and traces out of the kitchen and down the hall.
My stomach sinks as I chase after him, but I'm not fast enough and barges into CJ's bedroom.
"Whats this about you wanting Amy to suck your cock?"
"Dad what the Fuck?" CJ shouts trying to pull his boxers back up. He'd been in the process of jerking off.
"What the hell? Boy get your pants pulled up... your mom is present!"
Yes I was present and yes I saw my son's cock before he put it away and lets just say he was well hung to be so young. It was certainly longer and thicker than my husband's cock. I quickly turned around to give him his privacy.