Anthony pulled into the driveway and quickly got out of the car. Barely able to contain his excitement and with his dick already uncomfortably hard, he entered the house. "Mom?"
"In the kitchen," he heard her response.
Anthony dropped his books at the foot of the stairs on his way to the kitchen.
It was the first day in a few weeks that he and his mother would have some time alone in the house. Though not on a regular schedule, they had begun to have a sexual relationship. Weeks might go by where they didn't consider it followed by a period of almost daily intercourse. Mostly they waited to indulge themselves when Domenic was out of town, but occasionally they didn't. Since learning that morning that his father would be home late after picking up the other children from their extracurricular activities after school, Anthony couldn't wait to get back home to be with her, having gone eight days without being inside her.
When he entered the kitchen, Terri smiled at him. Even if she hadn't been able to see the hard ridge in his jeans, she recognized the arousal in his eyes. "Hi, there."
"Hey." Anthony closed the distance between them and gave her a kiss on the cheek before moving to stand behind her. He pressed his hardness against her ass and was pleased when she pushed back into him. "Is that going to take long?"
"Just a few minutes and I'll be finished," she said. When she felt Anthony move a hand under her shirt and begin to massage a breast, she said, "It's going to take longer if you keep that up."
"I can't help it," Anthony said with a whine that made him sound younger than his eighteen years. "It's been so long."
"Don't you have a girlfriend?" Terri teased.
"She's not you." He removed his hand from her breast. Needing to get more comfortable, he opened his jeans and pulled his erection out then slid it between his mother's legs. After gripping her hips, he began to slowly thrust back and forth against her.
Terri looked down and sighed seeing her son's dick bobbing between her legs. While she needed to finish the dinner preparations, the sight of his hardness pushed everything else to the back of her mind. For as much as she loved sex with her husband, being with her son was a novelty that she couldn't resist. "Just a quickie, okay? I have to start dinner."
"That works."
Anthony followed her up to his room. Though his bed was smaller, they felt less guilt about having sex there than on his parent's bed. While his mother pulled off her shorts and underwear, he removed his jeans and boxers. As she got positioned on her back on the bed, he slowly stroked himself before climbing onto the bed between her legs. With no hesitation, he positioned his dick then pressed into her.
Terri gasped and her eyes rolled back in a mix of pain and pleasure. Though the pain was short-lived, Anthony's dry entry produced a bit of discomfort. But this was one of the reasons why she enjoyed sex with her son. Unlike his father who was generally tender and conscientious with his lovemaking, Anthony had a teenager's single-minded determination to do nothing more than fuck. When they had the time, they did take things slower but it was always the same once he entered her.
She refocused on him and was again surprised by the masculine maturity on his face as he fucked her that was in strong contrast to his otherwise youthful features. Unlike his father's larger build, Anthony's diminutive body was light on top of her. She reached up and tucked his long brown hair behind his ears in order to better see his face. Though he still looked like the boy she had raised, she could see the man he would turn into in his features. The angles of his face were hardening, the thin moustache that he had been practically invisible was starting to darken and was now joined by a few other hairs on his cheeks and chin. She could see that his eyes had a feral look to them that matched his purposeful thrusting.
Anthony looked into his mother's eyes and was excited by the pleasure he saw in them. Though he knew he didn't have the same technique as his father, he also knew that his mother enjoyed his larger size. With that in mind, he slowed his hips and began to drag his full length through her. He pulled out to the tip before pushing back in. When his hips touched her, he rotated them trying to get as much inside her as possible while simultaneously stimulating her clit.
Terri let out a moan. Despite fucking him a number of times, she had not provided Anthony any guidance on what to do. While she was becoming more comfortable with having sex with her son, she thought being his teacher was a step too far. "Just like that. Where did you learn to do that?"
"It just came to me," Anthony said with a grin as he continued to slowly long dick her. "I thought you might like it."
She suppressed her own smile seeing how pleased he was with himself. "I do."
He kept up the motion for a few more minutes before returning to more satisfying short thrusts. They lapsed into a silence that was only broken by the sounds of their sex. Grunts from Anthony warred with moans from his mother and the sound of their flesh slapping together at a gradually increasing pace.
Though Terri had wanted and expected a quick fuck, it was over almost too soon for her.
"Thanks, Mom," Anthony said as he pulled out after catching his breath.
"No, thank you." Terri took a moment to get dressed but saw Anthony continuing to lie lazily on the bed with his wet, spent dick resting on his thigh. "Don't fall asleep like that. They'll be home soon."
"I know," Anthony said around a yawn. "I won't."
Terri gave him a quick peck on the cheek then returned to the kitchen.
She was impressed by how easily Anthony was handling the change in their relationship. Though the first week or so he was awkward around his father, he actively tried to disguise it until he was over it. For her part, Terri initially worried that Anthony would slip up and say or do the wrong thing at the wrong time but she soon began to see that he didn't want it getting out any more than she did. While her reasoning was because she didn't want to lose her family, it was obvious he feared not being able to continue to have sex with her.
Though they tried to limit themselves to when Domenic was away on business, they did find times to be together when he was in town. And when they couldn't risk full on intercourse, Terri would satisfy Anthony orally. More than once, she had entered his room and got to her knees in front of him with her husband downstairs and his siblings either in their rooms or playing outside.
She soon began to realize that her favorite thing was to suck her son's dick. Though part of her wished he would do a better job of washing himself, she came to enjoy the scent and flavor of his fermented sweat, musk and urine as it wafted out of his pubic hair. It was as if all the immature bits of her son were rolled into the salty essence. Terri loved feeling and hearing how responsive he was to her mouth and tongue around him. Anthony would gasp and squirm trying to hold back the sounds he wanted to make fearing that they might be heard by the rest of the family. Inside her mouth, his cock would twitch and jump involuntarily in response to her stimulation. From the time he became erect, a small trickle of sweet tasting precum would flow from him. If she got him really aroused, a random spurt or two of the clear fluid would shoot out unexpectedly.
If they were alone and had the time, she would edge him, sucking him to the brink of orgasm then stopping him from going over the cliff. They would watch as his cock jerked uncontrollably, pumping out a phantom load that brought no relief. After the second or third time, his precum would flow freely and turn a marbled white, evidence of his need to release the pent up load. She would then lick the fluid from where it would have dripped onto his balls then follow the trail back up to his crown to suck it straight from the source before repeating the process of building him up. When she was finally ready to let him orgasm—if he hadn't given up and shot in her mouth—she would straddle him and ride him until he filled her pussy with everything he had been holding back.
Unfortunately, they didn't get to do that often and she had to settle for a mouthful of his quick load.
"Got a minute?"
Anthony looked up from his homework and turned to the doorway of his room to see his mother. She had that smile on her face that he had learned meant she was wanted him.
"Sure." He turned in his computer chair as she closed the distance between them and leaned back, settling into a more relaxed position. "Where is everyone else?"
As Terri fished out Anthony's already hardening dick through the fly of his boxers, she said, "Angie and Aaron are watching their ridiculous show and your father's in the shower."
"Okay," he said followed by a sigh as his mother engulfed him. "I really needed this."
Somewhat masked by the wet sound of his mother's work, Anthony could hear the TV downstairs as well as the faint hiss of the shower. Knowing they didn't have much time, he focused on his arousal but resisted the urge to thrust up into his mother's mouth. He had quickly learned that though she was good at giving head, she could not deep throat. The two times he had attempted to fuck her face she had gotten angry at his overzealous hips gagging her and put a stop to their encounter leaving him unsatisfied and in a much worse way than if they hadn't done anything at all.
Terri, though she was under a time constraint, took her time to enjoy what she was doing. She focused her attention on Anthony's large knob, feeling the spongy flesh tighten in her mouth. She used one or both of her hands to stroke him while licking and sucking his tip, occasionally dipping her tongue into the folds of his foreskin. His sweet nectar flowed intermittently in contrast to his already heavy breathing. She kept her eyes trained on him as she worked watching his reactions.
"I'm so close," Anthony warned. "That's it. Oh, Mom."
Though it was over sooner than she would have liked, Terri was thankful yet again for Anthony's youthful lack of stamina. As her mouth was filled with rhythmic shots from his pulsing cock, she heard the shower stop. She continued to mouth his softening cock, cleaning it of the dregs of his load until she heard the door of the master bathroom open. With practiced ease, she got to her feet while Anthony tucked his semi hard cock back in his shorts and turned back to his desk just before Domenic appeared in the doorway.
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