Not Again!

note to readers:

This is a follow up to my other story (afternoon delight). I'm experimenting with writing from a 1st person point of view, trying to follow along with the thoughts of my main character. Just like following your own thoughts isn't always a fully linear process, some readers might find the prose a little jarring. If that's not for you, that's fine. but if you can bear with it, hopefully the read will be worth it.

Now, the story:

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Oh my god! I'm such a mess.

Look at me: rubbing one out in front of the bathroom mirror, one tit hanging out of my bra and blouse getting mauled by my left hand, while my right hand is furiously working at my clit to thoughts of my son's cock. It's the 3rd time today and I still can't get enough.

How the fuck did it get to this?

Oh yeah! I fucked my son's huge cock last week, of course!

I caught him spying on me and jerking off when I came out of the shower and, like a dummy, I started playing games with him that I couldn't control. Next thing you know, he'd filled my mouth, cunt and arse with huge loads from his impressive erection. I've never come so hard in my life, now I can't go 5 minutes without mental images of his cock flashing in my brain.

Not sure the constant wanking is helping.

I need some cock.

I need my son's cock.

What the fuck am I thinking?!? Don't even think that, you slut!

Still. I need to get this out my system. What would happen if I blurted out my son's name while my husband is fucking me up the arse? That'd take some explaining! Just last night, I was riding my husband and all I could see when I looked down was the similarity to my son.

And now my husband is away for a week.

But look at that slut in the mirror. She's just begging for it. Just a little bit more, there, there, th.... Aaaaaah.... fuuuuck.....

Oh my god! I just came again.

Let's catch my breath, neaten up.

I need to make dinner.

Let's double check I didn't leave my wet knickers on the floor and head downstairs. My son is usually back around 5:30, that gives me 15min to clear my mind and stop thinking about his large cock drilling my arse. Fuck! Here I go again. Don't think about it! Concentrate on dinner! What have we got for tonight? Spaghetti bolognese always goes down well. Do I have everything I need? Yup, looks like we're good. Right, pan on the boil, minced meat, onions, carrot, tinned tomatoes, let's get cracking.

Cooking is nice! Need to concentrate on not chopping my fingers off. No time to think about anything else. Did I salt the pasta water? Yup, we're good. Now, time to brown the meat.

Ah, sounds like my boy is back from college.

"Hi baby! Did you have a good day at school?" I try to sound casual.

"Hi mum! Yeah, it was ok. Same old, same old. What's for dinner?"

I made him promise we would never talk about last week. I can't tell if he's managed to wipe it from his memory or if he's thinking about it and keeping quiet. I'm pretty sure he's keeping quiet but planning something. Can't ask him about it as I don't trust myself going down that road.

"Spaghetti bolognese good for you? Should be ready in 30 minutes"

"Sounds great mum. I'm starving. I might just get started on my homework here for a minute. It's already starting to smell nice," he tells me.

"Sure, maybe best you sit on the other side so your laptop doesn't get covered in sauce".

He nods, sits opposite me on the counter and pulls his laptop out. I really can't read him at the moment.

Still, back to cooking. What's next? Ah yes, the onions. In you go. Where's the garlic? There. Ok, let's do this. Let's finish dinner, eat together, maybe some Netflix then bed. Need to sort myself out. Can't go on like this.

"Hey mum? I'm gonna pop upstairs for a shower. How long before dinner?"

"Just 20 minutes now. Don't take too long".

Look at that tight little bum strutting up the stairs. I bet he's gonna knock one out in the shower. Fuck!!! Stop thinking like this! Eyes and mind on the food.

Right. A glass of red will lift the flavour. 'I love cooking with wine, sometimes I even put it in the food'. How apt. Off we go to the wine fridge! What have we got here? This Chianti should do fine.

Huh, he left his laptop open. I wonder what he's working on? Thermodynamics?!? Sounds pretty hot, hehe.

Oh! My! God!

How many MILF porn tabs do you need open at once!?! Not even bothering to hide it too much! Little mother fucker!

...Mother fucker indeed!

Shit! He'll be back down any minute. Let's finish dinner.

Now, where was I? Wine! Let's add a splash....and a splash for mummy too! Oooh! That is a nice wine.

Right, 5 minutes to simmer. Let's set the table. We can eat at the kitchen counter. Less hassle. Bowls, forks, spoons, what else? Italian cheese of course! And the grater, don't forget the grater.

"Dinner's ready" I call to my son.

"I'm coming!" I hear him shout.

Oh, I bet you are!

Fuck! I'm so horny. I'm such a pervert. I really can't think that way without hubby around to get it out of my system. Can't think like this about my son, husband or not!

Anyway, let's put the food out, he's coming down the stairs now.

"So, what are you studying right now?"

Keep the conversation going. Keep my mind on nice, normal things. Don't start thinking about... *Don't* start that train of thought!

We eat.

He tells me about his current chemistry coursework. It's been a while since I did science. I used to like it. Never could see myself with a lab or academic career though. He's such a clever boy. I'm sure he'll have a lot of success with this Sci-Tech stuff if he doesn't go off track wanting to become an influencer or something stupid like that.

What a handsome boy. I'm sure he'll have no trouble with the ladies. He's so much like his dad was back then.

Wait! What did he just say?

"Sorry, I lost track for a second there. What was that you said?"

He tells me again that he's got this new teacher and he's really enjoying thermodynamics now. That teacher must be pretty good if he can make that topic sound interesting.

"So, who is this new professor? Has he been at the university long and you just haven't had him until now?"

"Well," he tells me, "for a start it's a she. She recently started at the university. I think she got a nice fat grant to move her lab to our uni. She's one of the best in her field, but if she hadn't been, she could have got that grant on looks alone. You know these guys who are responsible for the grant allocation are mostly old men. She's pretty hot for a woman her age."

"Oh yeah? How old is she?"

Stay casual.

"I don't know, your age I guess, or close. She doesn't have your ass, though," he tells me with an exaggerated wink.

I fucking knew it! He's playing with me! Don't play along. This is a fucking slippery slope.

"I don't think this is an appropriate way to talk about your mother or your teacher".

I try to sound stern.

"I'm sorry mum. I didn't mean to sound crude. But you know, I bet most women your age would kill for your looks." He says.

Oh, what a nice compliment! I still can't read whether he's just genuinely trying to pay me a compliment or toying with me. Maybe I was a little harsh.

"Thank you for the compliment, I guess. Still, watch your tongue."

He's looking down when he replies: "I'm sorry mum. Anyway, thanks for dinner. It was yummy. I have to finish some homework for tomorrow. I'll do it in my bedroom so you can watch anything you want down here if you want."

"Oh, ok honey. Well, let me know if you need a coffee or something. I'll probably be down here for a while."

He grabs his laptop and heads up the stairs again. Time to clean up down here. Let's fill the dishwasher and set it going. There, nothing to do but relax until tomorrow morning now.

I'm pretty sure he's toying with me. I need to put a stop to this.

I also need to stop thinking about sucking his cock and riding it to ninth heaven.

Let's see what's on TV. That should keep my head busy. Netflix and chill. Cool your pants mummy. Take your mind off that virile young... *STOP!* Don't go there.

Right. Home renovation show. That should do the trick. Nice boring shit. Who knows, maybe some ideas for the house.

...

Is it over already? Must have fallen asleep. All this masturbation has really taken it out of me. Anyway, time for bed, it's getting late.

Huh! His light is still on. And the door is ajar. Maybe I'll wish him goodnight.

Oh God!

He's jacking off. Quick, let's move on. Let's not linger here any longer. Let's not take a second look...

Fuck, he's huge!

Shit. I need it so bad.

Why is my hand in my pants? Oooh, I wanna see him come. Look at that cock. I can see the pre-cum from here. God! I can still taste it from last week.

Yes baby. Play with your big fat cock. Make it nice and stiff for mummy. He looks like he's getting close already. Look at those hands. They're a fucking blur. Oh please suck my tits. I can't believe how horny I am right now.

There he goes. Fuck! No wonder I struggled to swallow it all last time. And oh my god! Here I go again. I'm cumming, i'm cummin, i'm cummmh.... Aaaaaaah. Fuuuuuuck. Fuck I need it. I just came to my son jacking off. I'm such a slut.

Quick. Let's disappear before he notices me. Let's back track a bit, make it look like I've only just got to the top of the stairs.

"Good night baby. Sleep tight." I call out from the corridor before I get back to his door. I hope I don't sound out of breath. No worries if I do, he'll think I've just walked up the stairs.

Sounds like a blanket being hastily moved to cover something.

"G'night mum," he says through his door.

I poke my head through the door.

"Did you finish your homework?"

Thank fuck he covered himself up. Not sure I could have held back.

"Yeah, thanks mum. Just been watching stuff on my laptop to relax," he tells me.

Does he know I just saw him? Is he still playing with me?... Let's play it cool.

"Oh, that's good. Anyway, like I said, sleep tight. See you in the morning."

Right, off to bed you slut. You're not a teenager perving on boys anymore, and anyway, that's your son.

...And his BIG FAT COCK!...

Nope! Not going there.

Who the fuck am I kidding? I just wanked off to orgasm while watching my son blow his load. I was seconds away from just pouncing on him and ravaging him.

I can't wait for his dad to come home so I can get some real cock inside me. At least some real cock that wouldn't be incest.

Let's get ready for bed.

God! It's so hot today! Can't bear to wear anything to bed. Still, what if I have to go to the toilet during the night? Best no risk it. Let's at least wear a nightie.

Yeah, I can see what he meant when he said women my age would kill for my looks. I'd be a lesbian for my tits. Good thing I keep fit. You don't get an ass like this from office work.

Anyway, to bed now. I'm so tired I don't think I have the energy to even read my book.

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Can't sleep.

Feeling sweaty and clammy. Too warm... and wet between the legs.

Fuck, what wouldn't I give to get fucked by that cock again?

Aaaand, there we go. Masturbating again. At this rate I might have to start worrying about dehydration.

Mmmh, that's it. Tweak those nipples bitch. Pull them hard. Fondle your tits to thoughts of your son's cock. Yeah, you want to take it in your mouth, don't you? You're practically begging for it. Yeah, you horny slut. You want that big fat cock in your ass, don't you? You want it ploughing deep inside you. You want it. You need it. Take it bitch. Take it deep inside you. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuuuuuuuuuuck! Mmmhhh, yes yes yes yes yessss, that's it. Ride that orgasm to sleep honey. Tomorrow is another day to start afresh.

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Finally got a little sleep. Shame it takes rubbing one out to thoughts of your son's erection though. Let's shower, start the day fresh.

Mmmh, the shower feels nice. It's so warm. God! I love my tits. They're so soft and fleshy. That's it. Let's gently tweak those nipples. I'm biting my lips as stroke myself. Let's get a quick orgasm in. Hopefully help start the day with a clear head. I might visit the sex shop later. Get some bigger toys for myself, rub them on my pussy, insert them in my ass. Maybe that's what I need. A proper big fat orgasm, not those little fingering games I've been toying with lately. Yes! Let's get a big fat dildo. Something that will really fill me up. I can already picture it now. I'd suck it into my mouth and gag on it. Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you slut? You'd shove in your cunt and rub that clit. Yeah, right on that hard little nub. You could picture your son's cock doing it to you. Fucking ride it. And when you're done with your cunt you could get to work on your arse, you filthy whore. You'd demolish your tight little butt-hole with it, wouldn't you bitch? Yes, just like that that. Take it you slut. Rub yourself another orgasm. Right there. Make yourself cum. Yes. Yes yes yes yes yeeessss... ahhhh...

Fuck that's good!

And relax...

At least wanking in the shower doesn't get me sweaty.

Right, let's finish this. Dry up, get dressed, have some breakfast, send him off to school and then we can take care of business.

Aaah, coffee. After sex, the best way to start the day. A warm coffee in the hand, the aroma wafting up, morning sunlight drifting through the window. Just a nice normal morning.

I can hear my son coming down the stairs.

"Good morning honey. Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah, thanks mum," he replies.

"Any nice dreams?"

Shit! Why did I just ask that? He's no baby. He's gonna think i'm prying!

"Nothing I can tell you about," he tells me matter-of-factly.

"Oh really?"

"You told me we couldn't discuss this," he replies with a shrug.

Fuck! Must mean he's been dreaming of fucking his mummy. Still, at least he kept his side, it was me who was risking it all there. Let's change the subject.

"So, have you got any classes with your new teacher today?"

Yeah, good job girl! Way to change the subject! Why don't you ask him about how hot his new teacher is compared to mummy while you're at it?

"No, not today. I do have an extra football session this evening though, so won't be back until 7 or 8." Then he asks me "What about you? Anything fun?"

"Oh, not really. I'll be in the office until lunchtime and I have a house viewing this afternoon for this house that my colleague has been struggling to shift for weeks. You know, if you won't be home until late maybe we can get takeout. What do you think?"

"Yeah, sure. Sounds good. See you later." And there he goes.

Did he not have any breakfast? Why is he so keen on getting out of the house? Probably trying to avoid awkward conversations with mummy I bet. Oh well, saves me from those conversations too. Saves me from talking myself into compromising subjects.

Nope! Don't start that today, you pervert. Get your ass to work. That'll keep your mind off this dangerous train of thoughts.

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Yes! I fucking nailed it. Love closing a deal like this to end the day. I'm so pumped I wish my man was home so we could fuck. He always loves it when I come home after a big sale.

But no, I've got to go home and not think about screwing my son. Maybe I can work it out of my system using some toys before he comes home. He did say he wouldn't be back until later this morning.

Let's go to the sex shop out of town so I can treat myself to a nice new BIG shiny toy. God knows the little ones I've got at home won't satisfy me anymore. Not since I fucked my son's huge cock and I had 4 orgasms last week. Fuck I want that big dick again. But I can't. I must not. It's illegal for a start.

But it would be so fucking hot.

Can't think like this.

Anyway, where is that shop? I've never been to this side of town but I know it should be around here somewhere...

There it is.

It looks fairly discreet, that's nice. And being this far away from home should mean lower chance of bumping into someone I know. Internet shopping is the way to go. But Internet shopping doesn't do same day delivery and I need something now.

Let's see, fetish stuff is in that corner, these must be the fetish stuff... there it is: the giant monster cock section!

Whoah, that's a bit too big. I don't want to practice giving birth man! These are more like it. Yes, this one looks just about the same girth and length. Looks pretty realistic. I suspect the manufacturer doesn't think so. They probably think this is also unrealistically large. But they haven't seen my son. Probably gonna need some lube for this one.

What's this at the back of the store? Must be the more extreme stuff. I wonder what kind of shit they put back there. A quick look can't hurt.

Oh my fucking god! They have a glory hole!?! Let's get the fuck out of here quick before someone sees me and gets the wrong idea.

Fuck! What the fuck is my son doing here?!? Quick, disappear before he sees you!

Shit! Now I'm stuck in the gory hole section of a sex shop, and I have no idea how long I have to stay here waiting for my son to leave. Nice little spot of pickle I got myself into.

Shitshitshitshit! He's coming this way. Only place to go is the glory home booth. How am I gonna get out of this?

Sit tight. Be patient. Don't say a word. He'll think it's empty and go away. Oh no. He's just on the other side of this wall. What is he doing here? Has he been here before? It's this his first time?

Of my god! Here he is. With his big, beautiful, throbbing cock!

I can't do this.

Fuck I'm so wet and horny!

Don't do it.

(no one will ever know)

*I* fucking will!

But it's right there.

"I'm sorry, I'd there someone in there?"

My son's voice on the other side of the partition.

"Uhuh," I mumble. Don't speak, just hum. He won't recognise your voice.

"Do you mind if I call you mum?"

I can hear the hesitation in his voice.

"Uhuh."

"It's the first time I do this. I don't know if this is the done thing..." he tells me.

The only answer at this point that wouldn't risk giving away that it's me is obvious.

There I go again. I'd promised myself this would never happen again, but there I am, with my son's rock hard cock in my mouth. God I've missed this! I should have never experienced in the first place last week, and now it's the only thing I crave, and the universe just conspired to give it to me.

Man, this is such a fine young cock! My knickers are dripping. Look at me, sucking off my son, knowing full well that it's him, fingering my dripping wet cunt like a dirty cock whore.

"Oh fuck mum, this feels so good."

Doesn't it just, baby. Doesn't it just.

I'm sucking hungrily at his manhood, fingering myself while stroking however much of his cock won't fit in my mouth. I can sense he's close.

"Oh mum! I'm gonna come. I'm gonna fill your warm wet mouth with my jizz!" His voice betrays the tension that immediately precedes an orgasm.

I didn't know I could be turned on any more than this, but this dirty talk is just so hot. Yes, give me your cum baby. Fill your mummy's mouth with your spunk. Come deep in my throat.

There it is. And oh my god how I've needed this. I want him in my cunt. I need him to stretch my arse. Fuckfuckfuckfuuuuck... oh my god! I'm such a slut! But I don't want this to be over. I need him to satisfy all my holes. Look at me, begging for more of my son's cock. I want to call out to him. I want to tear this this partition down and pounce on top of him.

Instead I stay quiet, trying not to give myself away. I let go of his cock and it disappears from the hole in the wall.

And he's gone.

Just as good. I don't think I could have resisted talking back to him if he'd talked to me like that with his cock in my arse.