Melissa tip-toed naked into Ben's room. Late morning sunlight peeked around the drawn shades, casting long shadows across his sleeping form. He lay sprawled atop the sheets clad only in his black cotton boxer briefs. He'd crashed pretty hard after the party. She envied him the youthful ability to go at full-throttle all day and then fall fast asleep as soon as he hit the mattress.
She hadn't slept in her own bed. When she and Ben had arrived home in the wee hours, Tom had already been dead to the world and snoring like a chainsaw. Thanks to Ruth's tale-telling last night, at least Melissa now understood what was so physically exhausting about a career in hotel management.
So, she'd tried to sleep on the living room couch. But worry had kept her wide awake. What would happen now to her new friends, because of Ruth's vengeful husband? She was concerned for all of them, but she thought most about Sharon. Melissa was learning to see through the blonde's brash persona to the vulnerable woman within. She could hurt. Despite Melissa's fury earlier last evening, she was also finding that she cared very much for her neighbor's well-being.
So Melissa had worried and dozed, and awakened and worried some more and finally given in to playing with herself in the hope that a couple of quick comes would relax her enough to drift off. Instead, she'd fantasized about Ben until dawn.
Her sleeping son's penis was at half-mast this morning, the large head poking up past the elastic of his shorts.
Wetting her lips, she rested one hand on his cock, leaned forward, and kissed his mouth.
"Up and at 'em, Champ."
Ben lifted his head and ran his hand sleepily through his dark curls. "What time is it?"
"Almost noon. Sit up." Ben swung his muscular legs over the edge of the bed. Melissa slipped his shorts off. His cock was fully erect now.
"You wake up this way every morning," she marveled. It was not a question. She could feel a wicked smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Lucky me."
"Thought Dad had Sunday off?"
"Amber Harvey called. Your father said she had some emergency thing to show him and he had to go into the office."
"You believe that shit? After what Ruth told you about that place?"
Melissa paused. She'd disciplined herself over the years not to dwell on mental images of Tom with other women. "I don't know. He sounded
really
upset." She continued fondling her son's balls. "We'll talk about it later."
She was impatient to take Ben's cock into her mouth. This would be her first opportunity to give her son a proper blowjob and she wanted it to be memorable for reasons other than simply because it was his mother sucking him off.
Melissa held Ben's prick securely with both hands and lowered her wet mouth onto his cock. She felt more blood rushing to the big firm knob, making it grow larger still. Her lips stretched tight around the shaft. She felt the wet tickling sensation of pussy juice leaking out past her cunt lips.
She'd had never been this excited about a blowjob, not even that first afternoon with C.J. She let her hands rove over Ben's tight thighs and hip blades, moving up to caress his hard stomach. She wanted to somehow, impossibly, touch and kiss every part of him at the same time. He sat completely still and silent as she continued to take more and more of him into her mouth, holding his breath right along with her.
Melissa took her mouth off of her son's prick. "Don't be nervous, sweetie. Let me know if it feels good."
Ben relaxed a little at that. When his mother returned to giving him head he moaned aloud and rocked his hips to push more of his cock into her mouth. She liked that. She appreciated his tenderness and understood his shyness toward her, but it wasn't what she wanted...at least not all the time. Her son was so young and strong, and so gorgeous. She was savage in her newly awakened hunger for him, and she wanted him to know that she was his and that nothing was forbidden to him.
Melissa had more cock between her lips than ever before in her life, and she loved it. C.J.'s prick was the longest she'd sucked, but Ben's was thicker. He so filled her mouth that she actually had trouble drawing enough air through her lips around him to create suction. That was a challenge she'd enjoy working to solve.
As much as she wanted to deep-throat her son right away, she paced herself. She swallowed his cock an inch or so at a time, pausing to twist her head this way and that, corkscrewing her moist lips enticingly around his meat. When he instinctively thrust his hips harder she rewarded his aggression by taking another inch. His thrusts grew more insistent until he was shoving his entire length past her lips.
"Oh God...Mom, fuck, my dick's going all the way down your throat! I don't believe this...just keep it there for a couple of seconds...please!" Ben pleaded.
Melissa hugged her son's hips, keeping his cock buried in her throat for as long as she could. Her nose was pressed into the short, wiry hair of his crotch. She swallowed repeatedly, producing waves of contractions in her throat muscles. She couldn't breathe in this position, but she held it as long as she could. The surge of his pulse inside her was exhilarating.
When she couldn't hold out any longer she started moving her head up and down his prick. She'd let him slide out until her lips barely kissed his cockhead, take a deep breath, and then slowly work her lips lovingly down his entire prick until she reached the base. Then she'd pull away again, breathe, and repeat her sensual descent. Her nails scraped ever so lightly over the taut silky skin of his swollen scrotal sack, a move that she knew drove men crazy. It was a trick that Hannah had taught her all those decades ago, to heighten Liam's enjoyment of her blowjobs. It did her mother's heart so much good to see how powerfully Ben responded to it that, for the first time in ages, the memory of her first lovers held no bitterness.
Her son's balls tightened, his breath quickened and she knew that at any moment he'd be unable to last any longer. "Gonna come!" he cried, bucking wildly back and forth. "Oh, Jesus!
"
"Shoot in my mouth, baby!" Melissa sucked furiously as the first spurts of cum shot explosively out of her son's spasming cock. She pulled her head back so that only the crown was in her mouth. She wanted to taste his cum on her tongue. She grabbed his long cock-stalk in both hands, jerking it rapidly. His face was a contorted mask of animalistic pleasure.
Melissa pumped madly on Ben's prick as rich semen spurted into her mouth. The stream seemed to grow stronger with each volley and she imagined for an instant that it might not stop. She didn't want it to stop. She wanted this to last a lifetime. When his ejaculation eventually subsided to a dribble she kept jacking him off and gulping it down, determined to milk every tasty drop from his big beautiful cock.
"Okay, okay! You're gonna suck out my bones, Mom!"
Melissa pulled his cock from her mouth and licked the dripping head. She swiped her fingers all along his length to collect more of the pearly fluid, sucked it off her fingers, and swallowed with a smile.
"That's all there is! Jesus!"
She gave him a sly, pouting look. "Are you sure?"
"Hell yes! Oh man, what a way to wake up on a Sunday."
"I'll wake you this way every morning, if you like." Melissa stretched like a lazy cat on its haunches, arching her spine and thrusting her hard-nippled breasts upward in a seductive offering.
"You sure are different, since..." He let the thought trail off, not certain how to best say the thing.
"Since we fucked. Of course I'm different, darling. I don't treat my lovers the same way I treat other men. You wouldn't expect that, would you?"
Ben looked down at her with uncomprehending, wholehearted admiration. A sudden shadow clouded his face. "What the fuck is wrong with Dad?" he growled angrily.
"Honey?" Melissa climbed into the bed with her son. She snuggled against his chest and held him close. "You upset about what Ruth told us? About your father's job?"
