My husband David and I together with my 19 year old son Paul from a previous marriage, live in one of the many closed and gated communities in the southern part of Houston off the I-35 southwest freeway. Its an exclusive neighborhood bounded by guarded security gates, an exclusive clubhouse for residents only which provides most of the amenities of gracious living. Houses are surrounded by well kept lawns and the entire community complex with its concrete pathways and rolling greens give you a feeling of being in the country, safe even at night, a haven; all these however are merely illusory because once you get off the well manicured lawns and asphalt driveways and enter the main thoroughfare that leads to the city, you immediately see the disparity between the community that we live in and the stark reality of a city that assaults your senses with its smog and heat with the raw sensual vibration common to all big cities like Chicago, Los Angeles, New York or New Jersey.
Which is why I completely empathized with the stress my husband was feeling now after having arrived from work quite late this evening, all strung up, creases getting more and more prominent on his balding forehead as I gave him one of my "Mom's special massages" to allow him to air out not only his verbal complaints about his work and business but also to let him release his physical anxieties. We were just about ready to go to sleep and he was lying face down on our bed in his PJs when I gently straddled his back and started to caress both his shoulders while kneading the tight muscles gently. After a while, I asked him to turn over on his back so I could do the front part of his body.
Now my husband has dutifully maintained his sculptured physique as a result of our visits to the gym at our clubhouse and was slowly warming up to my massage while I knelt on our bed with his torso between my thighs. I felt a rising bulge push up on my crotch but as I looked at him he had his eyes closed so I thought he must be half asleep but nevertheless I still marveled at the fact that although resting, there was no mistaking his desire in the heat emanating from his growing shaft now slowly pushing into my pussy. I continued caressing his upper torso when he slowly lifted up both of his hands and placed them under my night dress slowly inching their way up to my soft breasts. I was totally naked under my night dress and all ready for him if he wanted something more.
I gasped as his hands found my nipples now growing hard at his touch, the bulge between my thighs now definitely pushing up against me and insistent in its desire.
" Honey, whats that bulge between my thighs?" I asked jokingly in a soft tone of voice,
" I dont know, but I think it wants to go inside you.." he replied half asleep.
" Inside where?" I laughed as I replied,
I gently got off him and placed my hand in the front opening of his jammies and took his hard and erect penis out...looking at it with a growing desire...staring at the veins as they pulsed and throbbed...and slowly drawing my mouth closer to it...I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue to lick the head which now had a drop of precum on its tip. I heard him moan and felt both his hands on the back of my head as I slowly lowered my open mouth into the entire length of him. He gave out a long sigh of pleasure as he pushed himself up, my mouth now sucking him slowly, my tongue slowly lapping up the hard flesh. His hands held my head steady while he pumped himself in and out of my mouth, my lips tightly enclosing the hard flesh as it jerked up and down. After a little while, he pushed himself up hard pushing my head down at the same time and coming inside me, I opened my mouth wider though with my lips still closed on his shaft to receive the rush of semen shooting up my throat and taking all of it in.
I have always loved the taste of semen and my taste buds now relished the hot salty delicious creamy texture of it as I felt his penis jerk up one final time inside my mouth.
As he slowly slipped out of my mouth and as I swallowed his hot semen, I looked up towards the door, now partly open and saw Paul staring at me, his eyes in a glaze, and his right hand touching the front part of his pants which was obviously bulging. As soon as our eyes met, he blinked and lowered his sight slowly closing the door as he backed away into the hallway.
I felt alarmed and wanted to get up and run after him but David still had his hands on my neck having fallen from the back of my head when I looked up towards the door and saw Paul. I slowly got up and saw David now fast asleep. He was always like that...after an ejaculation, he would roll on his side of our bed and fall asleep and this time was no exception...only this time, I had wanted so much to have sex with him...oh well....
I went to the bathroom and got a glass of cold water from the mini fridge to rinse and wash the after taste of semen from my mouth and throat and looked at myself in the mirror. I fixed myself cursorily then went back inside our room. Finding David out cold, I put off the nightstand lamp and slowly opened our door and slipped out the dark hallway closing the door silently behind me. I tiptoed to where Paul's bedroom was and seeing the light under the door, I knocked gently hoping he was in a mood to talk, then opened the door and entered his room.
Paul was sitting on his bed facing the door as I entered his room but he didnt look up at me as I approached him,
" Paul...Baby......", my voice calling out his name gently,
" Mom.....", he replied, raising his eyes and meeting mine as I sat on the carpeted floor in front of him, my hands on his knees,
" I didnt want you to see that...", I said,
