My Son the Pest

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy. Love Mica xx Yorkshire England.

My son Jack, age nineteen, still living at home, is being a bit of a pest. Well, I say pest. My knickers seem somehow to get themselves covered in semen whilst in the laundry basket awaiting their trip round the washing machine. It isn't Paul, my husband, he has full access to my fanny on request, and I to his dick, Paul has no need to sniff my knickers, and if he wanted to he would just ask for a pair.

Jack has taken to walking around in a t-shirt and thin shorts, shorts that reveal his almost constantly erect dick. I want to say to him, "Jack just go and deal with that in the bathroom and come back when it isn't pointing at me," but I don't have the nerve. I don't mind a dick, of course, I just don't really want to see my son's dick.

His room positively stinks of boy. I guess he is masturbating in there several times a day and only clears away the tissues occasionally. I know for sure that I am not going to touch any tissues I find in there unless I am wearing latex gloves. I open the window and leave his room door open to try and get a through draught and some cleansing air. It doesn't really help.

This morning was the worst for me though. I had been in my bedroom, brushing my hair and went out to go downstairs and was faced with a naked Jack on the landing. He was on his way to the bathroom, and I presumed he thought I was down stairs. No apologies, just "hi Mum," and he carried on.

I saw it. In all its glory. Not covered in thin pants obscuring its true nature, no, there, naked, erect, waggling as he walked. No shame, no attempt to cover up, he just carries on as if I am not there. I walked past him, his dick brushing my side as I walked past.

I wondered if he had done it on purpose. Did he think that if I saw his erect dick that I would be overcome and have to shag him on the spot? Probably, he is a teenager. He doesn't realise that the world doesn't work like that, that is not the way to get into a girls knickers. Anyway, I am his mum, mums and sons don't shag.

I wondered what I should do. I know he is using my knickers; I know he is getting through an inordinate amount of tissue, and he is doing his best to parade his dick and have it on show. I might get Paul to have a word. After all, it is a man thing.

The day was going to be another hot one. I went out and got my sun lounger and placed it on the grass facing the south, that way I would get more sun. Up in my room I stripped and smothered tanning lotion on and then dug out my tanning bikini from my drawer. It was small, and I mean small, barely covering, and the material had a low SPF factor so it allowed the tanning rays through. Covered myself with a sarong and went back down.

I poured myself a large jug of Elderflower pressé with ice, grabbed my earbuds and headed into the garden. I sat on the lounger and fiddled with the backrest until it was just the right angle, not quite flat, not quite up. Selected a book to listen to, and lay back and closed my eyes. Perfect. I wasn't quite dozing, but I wasn't exactly one hundred percent with it. It was quite surprise when I opened my eyes to find jack sat opposite me. He was wearing sun glasses so I couldn't see what, if anything he was looking at.

I took a sip at my drink and settled back to enjoy the warmth of the sun.

"You could be a model you know mum," he said.

"What?" I replied, not sure what he had said was what I heard.

"You look good enough to be a model."

"That's kind of you baby, but I don't really think so."

"Oh, yes you do. Your body is tidy, nice swell on the boobs, nice mound below, no wrinkles, yeah, you could do well."

"Well, I don't think it is appropriate for you to describe me that way, nice mound indeed."

"But you do mum, it's, well, it's hot. You are a MILF according to my friends."

"That is such a demeaning phrase I never want to hear you say it again."

"But you are."

So, was he telling me that is what he thought That he wanted to take me to bed? Not really appropriate for a mother and son.

"You, my son, should not think of me like that, it is wrong."

"I can't help it. I can't stop my thoughts."

"But you should, as soon as those evil thoughts enter your head, you should banish them. They are wrong."

"Why mum? I am a grown man, you are a grown woman with the looks of a model, why shouldn't I imagine?"

"You might be a grown man, and I a grown woman, but we are mother and son, and those thoughts that you have are taboo."

"You never get them?"

"No, of course not."

"Not even when you saw me naked this morning."

"No, not even then. Nor, before you ask, since."

"I find that difficult."

"What, that some one should see you naked and not have the urge to dive straight into bed with you?"

"Yeah."

"Lordy but you have a lot to learn, you are showing your immaturity I am afraid, and that is not an attractive trait."

"So, what is, attractive I mean."

"It differs from person to person."

"What do you find attractive?"

"Lots of things, neatness, politeness, these are a good start. Being undressed is neither neat nor polite."

"I live here, this is my home, why shouldn't I be naked? You wander around naked upstairs, I have seen you."

Oh? Has he now, has he been spying on me?

"Oh, so you are spying on me, trying to catch your mum naked."

"I don't have to spy, you just walk around naked and I can see."

"In my bedroom, is different to wandering around the house generally naked."

"You're pretty near naked now, I mean, if I hadn't already seen you naked, it wouldn't take very much imagination to know what you look like."

"I am sunbathing, in my own garden where only members of my family can see me, and I still have everything covered."

"Well, no, not quite, you are displaying your fanny, your bottoms are not covering you."

Mortified much?

"Well, a polite boy would have pointed out a wardrobe malfunction to his mum and not sat ogling it."

"I would have thought not taking advantage and diving on it was being polite."

"What on earth do you mean, diving on it?"

"You know what I mean, licking you, using my tongue, like dad does."

"Oh my God, listen to yourself. Have you watched us, in the bedroom?"

"Of course."

"That is so wrong."

"Why, what you do is natural, why shouldn't I watch?"

"Why? Because that is a private moment between your dad and me, it is not something we would want an audience for."

"I think that you are being overly sensitive, watching dad shag you, his dick disappearing inside you and reappearing is hot, very hot, makes me so damn hard."

I was lost for words. On one level sex was just sex, but on another it is usually private and most of us don't expect or want an audience.

"You are being crass. You know very well that sex is a private moment. I don't watch you masturbate after sniffing my knickers, and I don't expect, or want, you to watch me and your father."

"I wish you would watch."

"God's sake, Jack, no, that is absolutely not anything I, or any mother, would want to watch."

"You watch dad."

"Whether I do or not is absolutely irrelevant to you."

"It is the same though, isn't it? A dick, jerking then spurting, it is the same, I don't get why it is different."

It was obvious I was not going to get through to him, I just took some more of my elderflower pressé, closed my eyes and lay back, my ear buds now on noise cancelling. I couldn't hear him.

Did he have a point? I did enjoy watching Paul masturbate, why shouldn't I enjoy and other man doing it in front of me? Watch him stroke his hard dick, moving his skin up and down, moving faster, harder, panting, gasping my name and then spurting, high, dollops, white cream. Should it make a difference? Should I test that?

I realised that I was aroused, very aroused, was it thinking of Jack or just sex in general? I tried to doze, but I couldn't get the image of naked Jack out of my head. I peeped through my eyelids through my sunglasses, Jack was still there and his erection was prominent in his shorts, straining the material.

I huffed to myself, swung my legs and got up and walked into the house. I put my glass on the work surface and went up to my room, firmly shutting the door behind me and stripped. I felt aroused, images of Paul juxtaposing with those of Jack, I hardly knew where to turn my mind. I opened my draw and found BOB, my battery operated boy. He hadn't had much use lately, Paul had been seeing to my needs and I had little need for a top up. The conversation I had with Jack had left me needing.

I put a pillow in the middle of the bed and lay on it, my groin elevated. I parted my thighs and pressed BOB's on button. A familiar buzz filled the room. I ran BOB to the side of my lips, in the soft crease at the top of my thigh, the tickle reaching across to me clitoris, but only a promise. I went above my valley and to my other thigh, again the soft skinned crease next to my lip. I was warming and a gently buzzing undercurrent filled me. I slid BOB across my lip and into my valley, sliding him along in my wetness.

BOB hovered at my entrance, threatening my opening, but he was needed elsewhere, and I pulled him away, inching up my valley to my clitoris, touching, and oh my. Electricity started, I could hardly move as my body tensed. My clitoris hummed and started to build my pressures and my electrics, my heels were digging into the mattress, trying to gain purchase as I scrabbled on the bed.

My right hand was controlling BOB, my left was attempting to tear the sheet off the mattress. My lungs were full, I seemed incapable of breathing out, just gulping in. My nipples felt tight and almost painful. Now was the time. Bob slipped away from my clitoris, spread my lips apart and slid down my wet valley to my entrance. He paused and then plunged, in, past my opening, all the way to my depth, the vibrations reaching my clitoris from within.

I know I screamed long and loud, I didn't care. My fanny clamped BOB hard and wouldn't let him go and my orgasm erupted and exploded through my body, pleasure coursing through my body tinged with pain as my nerves reacted and shut down the overloads.

I lay back gasping. Wow, that was a good one. I had not at any time thought of Jack, this was pure physical BOB related pleasure. I managed to release BOB and put him on the side table for cleaning and putting away. I swung my legs round and headed to the shower, I was perspiring from head to feet, I supposed I should change the bed, but it could do another day.

I let the shower pour over me, soaking me, washing away my perspirations, and I stood after I turned the shower off and dripped dry, before squeegeeing myself dry, and finally patting myself dry with a towel. I put on a pair of knickers and then my robe, and then decided better, my son was still in the house. A bra then a thin jumper and a skirt, now I was ready to face the world, and more imminently, my son.

Downstairs Jack was still in the garden, a smirk on his face, who cares, not I.

"Enjoy yourself?" He asked.

"Don't be an idiot, it doesn't become you."

I cleared away my bits and pieces and put the sun lounger away.

"You know you don't have to do it alone?"

"What? As if you know how to? I think not." I answered and left him to his own devices.

When Paul and I went to bed that night, I purposefully left our bedroom door a little ajar. Hopefully I could wind my son up even more. I washed, cleaned my teeth and walked naked from the ensuite. Paul was sitting on the edge of the bed. I knelt in front of him and took his dick in my hand, soft wanking him until he was hard and ready.

"Oh, hello," he said.

"I see you are up to the job," I answered and pushed his foreskin down and licked the end of his dick. He has a musky aroma which always turns me on, it is almost an aphrodisiac, alluring for sure, and coupled with his taste raises my pulse and moistens my crotch.

I pushed down, his dick sliding over my tongue, past my tonsils and into my throat, I gently pulled up and then then back down, shagging him with my mouth. His grunts of approval spurred me on, and I went a little faster, my hand holding his balls, a fingernail running across them to tickle.

I pulled back and let his dick fall from my mouth. I pushed Paul back onto the bed and straddled him, my fanny just touching the end of his dick. I leant forward and kissed him, my tongue deep in his throat. He had his hands at my side, and in a swift movement, he flipped us so that he was above. He moved down and snaked his tongue along my valley, dipping into my entrance and then further back, his tongue licking my sphincter, and then back to suck my clit.

Oh my, the pressures began, pulses jumping all around my groin, my lips tingling, my clit throbbing and my fanny pulsing open, waiting ready. His tongue pressed at my hood, pushing it away and then licking my defenceless clitoris, the electricity building and then he sucked the whole thing into his mouth and a finger pushed past my entrance and was inside me. Wiggling. Waggling. Crooking. A second followed the first, they parted my inside, widening me, stretching me.

I felt tremors as they rippled through my crotch, my lips quivering, my clit pulsating and he pulled away, fingers leaving, a void, empty. Me wanting.

He came up and kissed me hard, my wetness now smearing my face, his dick hovering at my opening, probing, pushing, entering, filling.

He started a slow shag, going deep, pressing my ending, pulling back, almost leaving, then pressing again. My breath was gasping, halting in my throat, I was grunting, fingers squeezing, toes curling, heels sliding as he shagged me, relentless, pounding, filling, the slap of him as he hit my mons, my gurgles, all telling that I was being royally shagged.

"I want your arse," he said, pulling back and out, lifting my legs and then aiming his dick at my sphincter and pushing. My body resisted, but it was futile, a pop, and his dick was inside my forbidden zone, sliding in, slipping out, pushing, his balls slapping against me as he shagged. Faster he went, me feeling little inside but the movement at my opening, harder he shagged, and then he pushed in hard, pressed me so deep and he grunted and I felt his shivers. He relaxed and pulled back, his dick leaving me, a coolness inside as my arse remained open.

He rolled to my side and I leant down, took his dick in my mouth and tasted his cream, licking him clean, his dick softening as I worked.

I lay back, smiling, I had an orgasm earlier, one now would have been nice, it was close, but not quite. I don't like anal much, I don't feel anything inside, but Paul loves the grip of my arse on his dick, and so, every now and again, I indulge him. Should our son have been nosey, he would have had the full show. That should fuel his masturbatory fantasies.

Paul went to work as usual and I had a shower, everything back to normal down there, perhaps a little sore, but a nice soreness, a soreness that reminded me of the intimacy of last night.

Once dry I went back into my bedroom to dress. I turned to my dresser and arms came around me, I could feel a hard dick press at me.

"He just pleased himself didn't he?" Jack asked. "He didn't make you scream with pleasure, just himself, and you cleaned his shitty dick up after, what are you, his whore?"

As he spoke his dick was pressing at my entrance, teasing my opening, I felt his hand and then his dick was inside me.

"No Jack, stop," I managed, a little shocked at what was happening. This was not what I had intended when I left the door ajar, it was not a welcome to my body. He started shagging me hard, me bent over leaning on my dressing table, my sons dick ravishing my fanny. My son's hard, fat dick, oh my.

Jack had his arms around me still. He picked me up and carried me to the bed, his dick leaving me on the way, me feeling suddenly empty. He almost threw me on to the bed, me laying on my back and his head dived between my legs, his tongue sucking my clit, two fingers inside my fanny, crooking, straightening, sawing in and out, finger shagging me, and then a third pushed past my sphincter and I was being finger shagged and anally shagged simultaneously.

I knew I should pull his hair, tear him away from me, throw him from my room, even from the house, but I could not. I could hear myself gasping as I was being used, I could feel my pressures growing, the electrics beginning, I was unable to resist. His fingers moved quicker, pressing deeper, filling me in a way that I never knew. His teeth nibbled my clit, I could not control myself, I didn't want to but I screamed, I screamed loud, my fanny clamping his fingers hard, my orgasm erupting and exploding through my body. My back arched and my toes dug in, my fingers tore at the sheet and my climax overtook me. I slumped back, spent, my body like jelly.

Jack smiled as he pulled up from my groin, his hand holding his dick and lining it up. He pressed, he pushed he entered me, his dick so much fatter than his fingers, stretching me open, filling my depth.

"I told you I would make you scream," he said as he started a furious shag, hard in, pressing deep inside me, back, almost out, my body crying no, come back, and then he shagged me deep in, out, in. His shagging was fast, furious almost, his balls slapping against me, his face determined above me, his eyes boring into mine, me almost unable to blink, he had me, he owned me.

The slap as his body hit mine was loud and increasing in tempo, someone was gasping, it was me, I felt the pressures building again, more intense, sharper, the pulses rapid and squeezing, my fanny gripping, holding him, my senses overloaded, and I felt it. I felt his ejaculation, deep inside me, his grunts as he spurted driving me over and I screamed again, high pitched, loud, ongoing and my orgasm exploded again, please wracked with pain and I felt myself let go and I was squirting, soaking him, soaking me.

He pulled back, my fanny gaping, my body gasping, gulping for air, my voice broken. My body wracked, my bed sodden. Jack got up and stood by the bed, his dick flaccid, sperms dripping from the end. He smiled, turned and left. I lay, in a wet bed, legs open, fanny dripping, breath still gasping.

I knew I would welcome him back.