Study Harder
Alison Cummington lay awake in bed. She could not sleep. The spot where her husband used lie next to her was cold and empty and the sound of women cumming from her youngest son Timothy's porn videos were filtering through the walls. Her husband had left her for his tiny blonde secretary, but at least she still had the house, and the boys.
Marcus, the elder was 21. Timothy the younger, was 19, although they weren't really boys anymore, they were young men. The first clue that her sons were all grown up was that they went out drinking and partying with their friends all the time. They brought slutty girls home too. Alison remembered a night when the sound of a young bitch cumming her brains out filled the house for hours. Timothy had a massive smirk on his face throughout breakfast the next morning. His brother Marcus gave him a high five, but Alison just pretended nothing had happened.
She could never forget that night because it was the first time that she touched herself and thought about her own sons. The young slut that rode her son's dick that night had been graphic.
"Fuck me with that huge cock," she'd screamed. "Yes, Timmy, open me up! Make me your whore!"
And Alison had wished it was her instead as she lay in the dark fingering herself.
Tonight, her boys were at home alone and as usual the muffled sound of their porn videos could be heard. It was not as overwhelming as the sound of live sex with all its high-pitched tones and loud sighs, the creaking of bed springs, and the sound of headboards knocking against walls. But there was still the constant whining and moaning of the porn actresses, like cats in heat, to help the boys who watched them fornicate come.
Alison could have rolled a pillow round her head. She could have put headphones on and listened to soothing music. She could have tried to ignore it. But she didn't and the guilt added to her pleasure as she touched herself and imagined that she was one of those whores her son was watching. The middle-aged mother imagined she was a twenty something year old college student her sons passed around between themselves for sport, competing to see which one could make her cum the hardest. Alison Cummington imagined she was riding their dicks in the silence of the night and that the only sounds emanating from the darkness were her own needy and incestuous cries of guilt and pleasure.
The problem was that her sons had taken their father leaving badly. You would have thought a good mother could take care of a household but for some reason the boys needed a father. He did not do much except instill some fear and discipline into them but Alison was too busy nurturing and loving them in their father's absence to fulfill that role at the same time. Maybe she had overcompensated for his absence by letting them do whatever they wanted. Like letting them bring girls home at night and drinking and listening to porn all the time at lust inducing volumes.
Working her middle finger into her pussy while using her thumb to pleasure her clit, she imagined Marcus lying in his bed stroking his engorged cock. Alison thought about how serious the situation was. Her boys could end up dropping out of college if their marks didn't improve. All the partying might have taken their minds off their parents separation but it didn't help them with their studies.
They had been very sweet to their mother when their dad had walked out and they sided with her completely. They said she was still attractive and that their friends agreed and that they couldn't understand why dad ran off with that blonde bimbo who organized his work schedule. She did have big breasts Timothy noted before Marcus punched him in the arm.
But Alison couldn't afford to be the carefree mom who let her children do what they wanted so long as they gave her the emotional support she needed. For one thing, they still had to get good grades and for another thing, she had needs too. They wouldn't take her dating well; she knew that much. It was still too soon. Too much disruption.
Maybe if she got them back on track with their schoolwork then she could get back to thinking about her own needs. She built towards her orgasm as the porn actress in the room next door reached hers and she imagined her son increasing the vigor of his cock strokes as she came and the sound through the walls increased and her eldest son undoubtably released a load of his virile sperm into a waiting tissue.
The house went quite then and Alison trembled from the pleasure her fingers, the sound of the porn, and her wicked imagination had given her. She thought about the wastepaper baskets in the boys' bedrooms filled with crusted tissues. She recalled the time, when she had found a pair of her panties shoved to the bottom of the laundry basket when she had left them on top. Clearly one of the boys had borrowed them because they were starched stiff with dried semen.
She almost felt like touching herself again as she thought about that time that she caught Marcus climbing out of the shower, his penis fully exposed, and she wondered then what her younger 19-year-old son Timothy's cock looked like. From the noises the girls he brought home usually made he must be larger than average. But she resisted the temptation and rolled over to go sleep, although it wasn't until she had worked out what she was going to do to help her sons improve their grades that she finally managed to depart the sordid world of lust for the land of innocent dreams.
In the morning, she got up early to cook breakfast for the boys, as she always did. Bacon, eggs, toast, with jam and black coffee. She had butterflies in her stomach and a giddy tingling sensation like a schoolgirl because she was nervous about how they might react to what she intended to propose. She had a sneaky suspicion they would not object.
When Marcus and Timothy came down to breakfast, they greeted their mother with a kiss on the check and sat down to eat. They were thankful and appreciative, and both of them admired the contours of their mother's body showing through her bathrobe. While no bare skin was visible, they could see the outline of her breasts and the shape of her hips and ass as she bent over the stove to retrieve the cooked breakfasts which were swiftly deposited onto their plates and devoured.
Marcus was objectively handsome while Timothy still had a boyish look and they were both sporty with strong toned bodies. It was no surprise that they did well with girls but womanizing had clearly become too much of a distraction considering their faltering grades. Marcus had brough home two Ds and an E recently while Timothy had brought home a D, an E, and an F.
Alison had tried to be stern without making too big a deal about it, and concern rather than anger had come into her voice. She hoped the boys would feel bad and pull their socks up but it hadn't worked. It was easy to convince herself that she had no choice but to make her perverted proposal.
"Boys, I am worried about your grades."
"Whatever mom, it's just college, we can retake the classes."
"Now listen here, that's no attitude to have to your schoolwork."
"Dad, will pay for it."
"I don't care about that. I expect you to perform better. It reflects poorly on me as a mother if you do not fulfill your full potential and I expect you to study harder."
