This story is for Brigette in Germany who asked that I write something in the Mother/Son category. This theme is not new by a long shot, I have written several before, this simply takes a different twist that she requested. I trust it meets her expectations.
Any and all engaging in sexual activity are 18 or older.
My Boy
It felt good to lounge on the couch without a care for a few hours. I had gleefully gotten rid of the bra and was in a mid-thigh nightie with comfy cotton panties. They were a bright pink and were slightly visible through my nightie, being by myself I wasn't all that concerned with how I sat. At the moment I was in the corner of the loveseat with my right leg bent and against the back while my left was outstretched with my foot on the floor. Though the air conditioning was on it was a warm night and felt good having my legs spread completely, the cool air across the gusset of my pink bikini panties was refreshing.
My right forearm was laying across my thigh, my hand was on my mound, resting, not playing, I would have loved to have a man's hand there instead of mine, but that was not to be anytime soon. I had a son I needed to see graduate and into college before I could consider a regular sex partner. What do they call them now, friends with benefits and fuck buddies? I didn't need either one. I'd had Ricky when I was in high school, being foolish enough to mistake lust for love, I gave birth four weeks before I started my senior year. With him now 18 I was still somewhat of a catch at the age of 35, well at least I thought so.
My breasts have a bit of droop on the bottoms but are firm everywhere else, the nipples still stand out, they are extremely sensitive and still get hard just from the movement of a blouse if my bra is thin enough. My hips are the stereo typical mommy hips that come with a baby, legs are long, waist is narrow but not small, I still manage to garner the occasional look when out and about. All too often it's by guys who have one thing and only one thing on their mind, pussy. I find it easy to ignore them as I walk by.
I'm not a wine drinker, when you're brought up poor wine is always for someone else, I like a cold brew on a hot summer day, but my normal evening treat is a glass of apple juice with lots of ice. I had just refilled and sat down when I heard his key in the front door lock, it was only nine fifteen, way too early, something must have gone wrong. I moved my legs together and covered my intimate parts, the nipples were hard from the movement of going to the kitchen and back, no way to disguise the blouse beetles standing firm against my nightie.
Though I had from time to time walked through the house in a slip and bra it wasn't a normal thing, he had seen me in panties and a bra just a few weeks earlier when I thought I was alone. He looked at me for the longest time, in fact until I turned into my bedroom. As he closed the front door I heard him sniffle, in my world even 18-year old nerdy boys don't cry unless something tragic has occurred. Ricky is not a big boy, he was born preemie and never really grew very much, at 18 he was only five foot five, relatively short for a male. His eyes were red and puffy, when I reached out to hold him the dam let loose.
It reminded me of when he was so little, if he got hurt playing with the other kids he never cried in front of them, he would come home, bury himself on my lap and let the tears flow. I had my arms around his upper body, the side of his face was against my breast and while it felt good that's all it was, a gentle warm feeling. His breathing was returning to normal, he took a deep breath and exhaled as the tears stopped, tried to sit up but I held him to my body and with a free hand rested his head back against my breast.
"Tell me what happened Ricky, you haven't cried for years. Did someone do something to you? Are you hurt?"
Forcing himself to an upright position he turned to look at me, I noticed his eyes went immediately to my nipples. Being a gentleman, he averted his eyes knowing that had he been home all evening I would have been covered with a bra or robe.
"Mom, do you know who Becky Wilson is?" I nodded and waited. "She's the captain of the cheerleading squad and has been for three years, normally she wouldn't pee on my head if my hair was on fire. Two weeks ago she suddenly sat at my lunch table, considering I'm not one of the "cool" kids I usually sit alone. I was shocked that she sat across from me, she was friendly that day, and continued to be until tonight."
"What happened tonight that changed everything?"
"I had been invited to her home for pizza and movies, when I got there it was only she and I. When I asked about the others she told me they would be along shortly, while we were on the couch in her basement she kissed me mom, kissed my lips. Then she told me she'd show me her tits if I pulled down my pants and showed her my penis."
As his mother I was surprised but not shocked, my baby boy was 18, he was old enough to begin experimenting, at least that's what I told myself mentally while attempting to maintain a straight face.
"And did you do that, did you show her your penis? I guess I should also ask if she showed you her boobs?"
"She did mom, she lifted her blouse and bra just long enough for me to see how pink they were, they looked so soft. She wanted me to stand and pull my pants down. I had the snap open and the zipper down when I caught a glint of light in the darkness to my right, I knew what it was right away, it was a digital camera. When I put my pants back together the other girls from the cheer leading squad came out of the darkness making fun of me."
He sniffled again and caught his breath, "They kept saying I was afraid to show them my tiny dick and what a loser I am. Mom, I don't have a tiny one, I see guys in the showers after gym who are taller but have a smaller penis. I was so embarrassed, and I'm sure by Monday they'll have something posted online to humiliate me."
Drawing him back to my body I cuddled him in silence for the longest time, he lifted his head slightly as he looked at me.
"Mom, your boobs are so soft. Are all girls boobs soft like yours?"
"Well honey, I think most are. When you were a baby you would have your tiny hands on them when you nursed. When I stopped breast feeding you, I did, and didn't miss that, it was a lot of work nursing you daily, it was time to wean you when I did."
He turned his head slightly pushing his cheek into the side of my breast, "Gosh mom, I never thought about how warm and soft your boobs are. I wish I were a man and not your son so I could touch them."
I let that comment hang in the air, between his soft tender face being against my breast and his lips so close to a hard nipple I was having a difficult time not moistening my panties. They weren't flooded, but they were darned sure damp and sticky, this needed to end post haste.
"It sounds like we've both had a long day son, why don't we call it an evening and hit the rack?"
Going in different directions to our bedrooms he kissed me on the cheek like he did every night. Watching him walk away brought to the forefront the reality that my boy was no longer just a boy, there was a man emerging ever so slowly. True, he was only five foot five and one hundred thirty pounds, but what he had was solid. Was he a first-class nerd and an introvert? Yes, no denying those things, and yet there was so much more to him. He was polite, respectful, he showed affection and compassion, he was empathetic toward others causes and though we were just barely above being called poor, he was always willing to use his meager allowance and help someone in a jam.
My small boy had become a man in ways many guys older than him never would. I lay in the dark not able to turn my head off and go to sleep, the way he had been humiliated bothered me, it kept gnawing at my inner peace. What if he did indeed have a small penis, he would certainly be embarrassed, he needed to be reassured that no matter what size he was it was alright. I rose and walked to the other end of the house where his bedroom was located, we always kept our bedroom doors open an inch or two unless we needed privacy, it was just something we did.
Standing outside his room I could hear him tossing and turning, talking in his sleep, mumbling things I couldn't understand. Enough moonlight was illuminating his room that I could see he was covered with a sheet only, knowing that he slept in the nude, I had a devious idea. I would crawl in bed with him, play with his cock until he hardened and then make a big deal about how nice it was, regardless of the size. I slipped into his room, slowly lowered the sheet and damned near fainted, that was no boys dick, for someone his height he was what I considered above average. Laying soft it had to be four to five inches, I imagined what it would be like when he was hard.
I quickly took off the nightie, if he wanted to play with my tits a little I would let him, after all, he had commented if he was a man he would touch them. As I ogled his cock, in my mind there was no question, he was all man. He stirred slightly as the mattress moved from my weight, making sure I stayed at the end of the bed I moved forward between his legs which were open, his cock laying sideways across his abdomen. My first thought was to take it in my hands and stroke, but that made me think it might startle him, pulling my hair back so as not to tickle and awake him I turned my face to the side and gently sucked the head into my mouth.
It had been years since I'd had a cock in my mouth, and here I was with my son's in it. I sucked gently, moving my head up and down, his dick completely filled my mouth and it wasn't fully hard yet. With my lips pursed, tongue along the bottom for added stimulation I began, I had been holding his cock upright with the suction of my mouth, when he hardened it stood on its own. I could feel the excitement as I imagined how I looked, an older mommy with her son's young cock stuffed in her mouth. With his cock stiff and pulsing he moaned several times and sat bolt upright.
"Mom. Mom, what are you doing?"
Pulling off his glistening cock I pushed him back and lay on his body.