My name is Dawn and I live in Texas. I was married to a wonderful man until he died three years ago. That left me to raise a son and a daughter by myself. It also left me virtually alone for the first time in my adult life.
My children have always been everything to me. I always tell them that I will do whatever they want. It is left over from the way I took care of my husband. I had always been submissive to him and would do whatever he wanted in an effort to please him. And I must admit that along the way I did enjoy myself too. I just never realized how much I missed sex. Actually, what I missed was being a slut whore and serving the needs of another.
So after three years I was beginning to deepen in a state of sexual withdrawal induced depression. It was on one particular night that I was sitting on the sofa, attempting to drown my sorrows with alcohol. I had assumed I was alone since my son was supposed to be out on a date and it was still early and my daughter was still at work.
“Oh how I wish I could go back in time and do it all over again. I miss being used and abused. Being a plaything. What I would give to have my hair pulled tight and my mouth led to a cock that will fuck my face. To have all my wholes filled at one time. To be spanked while I lick cum out of another girl. I miss it so much.”
I sat and cried softly, mumbling incoherently about how lousy a fuck I must be and how I wanted there to be someway to fill my needs.
“Mom, are you okay?”
I thought I was alone. Isaac was supposed to be on a date and it was still early. But there he stood in front of me, with loving concern on his face.
“Yeah, I’m just fucking great. Another wasted date and I get to go to bed with GI Joe (that’s my name for my plastic man that I keep in the nightstand).”
“Is there anything I can do to help?” he asks.
“I only wish you could but I don’t think you would understand.”
“Try me, maybe I will.”
“I miss sex. Actually I miss sex the way it was with your Dad,” I explain.
“You always seemed to be happy. I know from what I’ve seen on the Internet that what y’all did wasn’t exactly normal,” he offers.
“No maybe not normal to some, but very normal and enjoyable to us. When you get married, you need to find the right kind of woman. The kind that will do whatever you want. One that will take care of all of your needs, wants, desires, and fantasies.”
“I don’t think that kind of woman exists anymore, at least not that I’ve seen.”
I tell my son with a devilish grin, “Then you aren’t looking in the right place.”
He moves off the chair and sits over by me on the sofa. I’m caught off guard trying to set the beer bottle on the table without it falling over. I feel a hand entwine in my hair and my face is forced into my son’s lap. I can feel the bulge in his pants, throbbing through the material.
“Take my cock out and suck it.”
“Isaac I’m your mother!”
I never expected what would happen next. It was a memory right out of my first few months of marriage to Isaac’s Dad. The hand holding my hair twists my head up and around and the other hand slaps me across the face.
“Whore, I said suck my cock. Now do it or you will regret not pleasing me.”
I almost came at that moment. My hands went to Isaac’s pants and started to work on freeing his hard cock. His hand maintained pressure on my head holding my hair tight enough to cause some pain. Isaac lifted his hips to allow me to pull his pants and underwear down and then I saw it. My own son’s cock. I just stared for a few moments at it. Savoring the thoughts of what it will do to me.
“Oh Isaac you are even bigger than your Dad, and he was big,” I inform him.
“Good. Then I will be able to sleep tonight knowing my cock has been places in your body that he never dreamed of. Now suck my cock you fucking slut whore,” he commanded.
