"Where is she?" Anthony yelled as he rushed through the door.
"Welcome home," Domenic said dryly as Anthony rushed passed him and his siblings to where Terri stood with the new family member.
"Here she is," Terri said with a proud smile. "Meet your baby sister, Andrea."
"She's even more beautiful than I thought," Anthony said quietly as he took the two week old infant from his mother. He stared at her in wonder. While he had seen babies before, it was much different now that he had made one. "Hi, Andrea. Guess you were so excited to get here that you couldn't wait for me to get home from school."
"Yeah, she came a little early. Sorry." Terri had tried to keep her voice neutral but even she heard the genuine remorse in it.
"It's okay," Anthony said as he moved to the sofa with the baby. "I'm just happy she's here."
Terri and Domenic watched with pride and wonder at how much Anthony engaged with the baby. He willingly volunteered to babysit so they could go out and have time together. Whenever she cried, Anthony often beat them to her side to take care of her needs. A few times, they pushed him out of the house to meet with friends from high school instead of allowing him to stay in to be with her.
"I'm thankful for the help," Terri said one afternoon as she joined Anthony in the kitchen. They were home alone while Domenic was at work and the other kids away at camp. "But you should step back. Spend your summer with your friends. She'll always be here."
"I know," Anthony said with some dejection. "It's just I love her so much and don't want to miss anything."
"I get it. And I don't ever want to take that from you. But I told you this would be hard and you've got to do it."
Anthony sighed heavily. "You're right. I know you're right."
Terri pulled him into a hug. She held her oldest son tightly as she felt him work through his sadness. For as much of a man as he was becoming, she was still his mother and would do anything she could to comfort him. It was obvious that the realization of what it truly meant to have a daughter that he could never acknowledge was just hitting him. But she knew, deep down, that eventually he'd be okay and always be there for them both.
As Anthony's quiet sobs calmed, she began to feel his dick growing against her side. When he moved his mouth to hers for a kiss, she knew she should pull away but instead melted into him. She felt him grab her ass and begin to hump insistently against her. Over the months that he had been gone completing his first year at college, Anthony had grown to look much more mature. He now matched his father's height of six feet one inch and genetics along with regular workouts had caused him to fill out nicely. He had continued to forego haircuts and his caramel locks now reached the middle of his back. When he went around the house topless, he very much resembled a bronze statue that could be found in any museum or city around the Mediterranean. He had turned into the handsome man she knew he would be and found it difficult to fight against the arousal he produced in her. Yet even as she continued to suck on his tongue, between their kisses she said quietly, "We can't."
"We shouldn't," Anthony corrected in the same quiet tone. "But we've shown that we can. Really well."
Terri couldn't help the laugh that escaped her. "True. But I mean physically, we can't. I'm out of commission for at least a few more weeks. Childbirth is not easy."
"Oh," Anthony said as he continued to make out with his mother. He grabbed one of her hands and pulled it to his covered dick and used her hand to massage it. "Do you have a suggestion for this then?"
Terri let out a whimper of aroused surprise. Not only had he physically matured, Anthony had apparently become much more assertive with his desires and she wondered how many coeds he had bedded with his moves over the past few months.
When she didn't answer right away, he suggested, "I'd love to see it in your mouth. Suck my dick for me."
Resisting the hand that he had moved to her shoulder and begun pressing on, Terri said, "I will, gladly. But only if you promise to leave the house. Today. After we finish. To see your friends," she added seeing the wheels turning behind his eyes as he thought of a way to twist her words.
Anthony gave her a playful glare at being caught trying to wriggle out of her request. "Fine. I will."
After giving him another kiss, Terri sank to her knees taking her son's shorts with her. Though it wasn't any different than the last time she had seen it, she was amazed that her son was noticeably larger than his father. As much as she wanted to take her time and enjoy Anthony as a woman, she quickly took him into her mouth. Her son wanted and needed relief and she was the only one who could provide it.
Anthony let out a moan feeling his mother's mouth engulf him. For various reasons it was the first time they had had a chance to do anything since he'd been home and he was ready to explode. With none of his customary gentleness, he grabbed his mother's head and began to thrust into her mouth, fucking it with determination. He was careful to not go too deep, remembering that she was not one for deep throating. "Oh, shit, Mom. I wish everyone gave head as good as you. Goddamn!"
Normally Terri would have chastised her son for his language but in the moment she found it turned her on. From his continued stream of words that he had never used in her presence she understood that her son had found his sexual self and had become much more confident than he had been in the past. It made her wonder again how many young women he had used to hone his skills.
"I'm so close," Anthony announced. "You gonna swallow my nut for me? I can't wait until I can put it inside your pussy again. Oh, fuck. Here it comes. Gonna feed you my cum, Mom."
Feeling Anthony's cock swell and begin to pulse, Terri let out her own moan. She willingly and eagerly swallowed his load, savoring the slightly bitter flavor that she didn't realize how much she had missed until that moment. It was not the flavor of a young man she found attractive, but the flavor of Anthony, her son, the man whose child she was now raising.
"What was that?" she asked when she finally pulled off.
Anthony tucked himself away as she stood. "What?"
"That language. You didn't used to talk like that. Where did it come from?"
Anthony winced remembering the house rules. "Sorry. I forgot and got carried away."
Terri stepped close and gave him a quick kiss on the lips then said into his ear, "I won't tell if you won't."
Anthony smirked as she pulled back. "I wish I could fuck you right now."
"Anthony!" Terri shook her head and went to the refrigerator to decide what to make for dinner. "You just got a blow job. There's no way you'd be ready to go again even if I could."
Not to be deterred, he walked behind his mother and pressed his crotch to her ass. Gripping her hips, he humped his softening but semi hard dick against her. "You get me so hot that I could. It might take me a few minutes, but I'd be able to do it. Hopefully before the summer is over I'll be able to prove it to you. Fuck a few loads into you and watch you try to walk around afterward."
Despite knowing that there was no way she could have sex at the moment, she felt a surge of arousal course through her body and a small amount of familiar moistening between her legs. Anthony was definitely turning into a man who knew what he had and how to use it and it scared her thinking what would happen if he didn't restrain himself around her. "You're supposed to be going to see friends now. Remember?"
Anthony chuckled as he released her and took a few steps back. "Fine. I'll leave you alone. But don't think I don't know how horny you are. I've fucked you enough to know what your wet pussy smells like."
That time Terri was truly shocked by his words. "Anthony!"
"It's true," he called over his shoulder without remorse as he made his way out of the kitchen. "Oh, and I was thinking I've never tasted you. As soon as you're ready, I want to eat you out."
Terri stared speechless at the emptiness in the walkway through which Anthony had disappeared on his way to his room. It wasn't just that his tone was as easy and comfortable as if he had told her he wanted to go to the mall later, it was also the fact that he, her first born son, had said he wanted to eat her pussy. Admittedly, on the scale of things it was less shocking than giving birth to his child, but it was still not something she had ever expected to hear him say. Turning back to dinner preparation, she shrugged and wondered how good he was at it.
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Terri sat on the sofa cuddled next to her husband with the children scattered around the living room, all watching a movie together. She knew she should be happy to have everyone together for the evening but she was too horny to enjoy this rare moment. It was made worse by the fact that Anthony was in an armchair perpendicular to her wearing a pair of basketball shorts and tight tank top cradling Andrea in his arms. Slouched down in the chair, his legs were spread wide displaying the fact that he was not wearing underwear due to the way the mass of his genitals pushed against the fabric along one of his legs. The white, sleeveless shirt was bright against his bronze skin and hugged his body and highlighted the ripples and waves of his lean muscles while exposing the slight bulging of his biceps holding their child. His thick hair hung loose around his shoulders and occasionally he gently pulled it out of the infant's grip whenever she pulled on it too hard. Beneath the thick, two-day shadow of beard, his face had lost its baby fat and was now angular with youthful yet mature masculinity. Having been out around town with him, she did not begrudge the girls, women, and even the handful of guys who had eyed him. Anthony was a very attractive young man and she felt both pride that he was her son and slightly smug because she got to enjoy him in a way they didn't.
And she wanted to enjoy him now.
For nearly a week she had been healed enough to resume having sex. While she knew Domenic would eagerly indulge her, she wanted Anthony first. But with everyone home for the summer, she was having difficulty finding the time and space to surprise Anthony with the news. She didn't know if it was because he was the father of the child she had just pushed out or a result of the furtive hand jobs and blow jobs she had given him over the past few weeks that kept him in the front of her mind instead of her husband, but either way she was frustrated and needed Anthony.
"That was...a movie," Domenic said as the credits began to roll.
"It was great!" "That was the best movie ever!" The twins said eagerly in its defense.
Anthony shrugged. "It was okay. Glad I didn't pay for it, though."
"I'm thinking that's two hours of my life I wish I'd spent doing something, anything else," Terri muttered.
Domenic gently moved Terri off him then stood and stretched,. "I'm going to get a drink. Anyone else need a refill?" Terri and Anthony put in their requests while the twins said they'd follow him to grab some more snacks. "When I get back we'll watch a real move: The Breakfast Club."
Aaron rolled his eyes as he and his sister followed their father out of the room. "Please say it's not a movie about pancakes."
Domenic laughed. "It's not a movie about pancakes. Or waffles. But there is lunch meat."
