It had been a full year since my husband passed away, leaving his estate and all of the wealth and staff that went with it to me. I continued to wear my mourning dress, as I dearly loved my late husband, and as a woman of fourty years, I had no prospects to consider. I spent my hours organizing the household, attending to social calls, and ensuring that my late husband's finances remained well in order.
Our only child, a son named Frederick just recently turned eighteen. Frederick had always been a sickly child, prone to fits and often confined to bed rest for weeks on end. Because of this the estate was left to me until the time he was able to take control of it or upon my own death. Frederick's health issues meant that his father and I had left his care up to a devoted nanny for most of his life.
Nanny was the epitome of a servant and practically irreplaceable in our family because of the special care she took of Frederick, so when she found out that her mother was ill, I immediately sent her off with her bags and a small sum of money to look after her. As she didn't know when she would return, and Frederick had been well of late, I decided not to hire a temporary girl to take her place but instead would let the other servants pick up work left from Nanny's absence.
We had a substantial staff after all, and he was eighteen and the indulgence of a favourite nanny was starting to tell on Frederick's sensibilities. I was beginning to fear for his marriage prospects, as he was physically weak and often complained profusely in a rather child-like manner. Luckily with our estate, eventually a girl would surely overlook having a sickly husband.
A few days after Nanny left to look after her ailing mother, one of the maids came to my room as I was reading abed one night. "Pardon the intrusion Madam, but Master Frederick is calling for you."
"Thank you Mary, I will attend to him." I replied and sent her off. I quickly pulled on my dressing gown over my night dress and made my way to my son's bed chambers, worried that his health had taken a sudden turn.
I knocked softly on his door then entered the dim room. Frederick was tucked in bed and I moved quickly to his bedside, where a chair was waiting. "Are you well, dear?" I inquired.
"I can't sleep Mama. I am out of sorts without Nanny to put me to bed and I do not trust the other servants to administer her remedy." He whined.
"Oh, Frederick, you are eighteen years old, surely you can overcome Nanny's absence. And what remedy do you speak of? I do not recall instructing Nanny to give you any tonics."
"Not a tonic Mama, Nanny uses her hands and mouth to relieve me of my weakness." With this Frederick pulled the sheets aside and his nightshirt was pulled up well above his waist. I caught a glimpse of his red-hued manhood, laying flat against his belly before I gasped and shielded my eyes.
"Frederick! Such indecency, and in front of your mother! Cover yourself this instant!" I scolded him, my eyes screwed shut and my hands covering my face.
"Please Mama," Frederick begged, tugging on the sleeve of my dressing gown, "it invigorates me and allows me to rest peacefully each night. I need it for my health. Nanny would tell you the very same, but she was in such a rush to leave to attend her mother."
"I have never heard of such a thing!" I replied with my eyes still covered.
"It is the finest of medicinals Mama, I assure you. If you will just administer Nanny's remedy nightly for me until she returns I will be forever grateful. If you do not I fear my health as of late will diminish with each passing day." Frederick implored, his warm hand gently pulling my hand away from my face.
I sighed deeply, feeling that it was my motherly duty to attend to the health of my only son, even if it was with a task I felt so improper. I lowered my hands to my lap and looked Frederick in the eyes. "What must I do?"
Frederick grinned up at me, "Oh thank you Mama! Just give me your hand." He said, and took my hand in his. I could hear the vigour in his voice even before this remedy had been administered.
He wrapped my hand around his thick manhood and it was warm and gently pulsing with his heartbeat. He guided my hand up and down along its length, making me squeeze it slightly as it grew harder and warmer in my palm. Frederick moaned slightly as he moved my hand quicker. "Yes Mama, stroke it just like that." He said as he put both his hands behind his head, leaving just my hand on his now very large and erect manhood.
I stroked its length, feeling its soft, velvety texture and marveling at its size. I tried to remember if my late husband's had been this big, but we had only had marital relations rarely and I had never deigned to look very closely at his member. But here, now, with my son's in my hand, I felt the urge to examine it in detail.
Frederick's penis was thick enough that my hand could not grip all the way around it, and was as long as the width of my hand doubled. The tip of it was red as though inflamed, and veins popped out along the length of it. His balls were large and pillowy, giving way when the strokes of my hand reached the base of his member.
While I had been examining him, Frederick had reached up to put his hand on the back of my nightcap clad head and was pushing my face toward his nether regions. "I need you to put it in your mouth now Mama. Suck on the end of it and soon my release will come."
I allowed my son to press my mouth down around the tip of his member, and it tasted slightly bitter and salty. Something about the taste, or the lewdness of the act made my own nethers tingle. I sucked gently, using my tongue to occasionally taste my son's manhood out of curiosity. "Oh yes Mama!" Frederick moaned, starting to thrust his hips up at me while pressing on my head. "Please stroke it faster Mama, it is nearly here!" Frederick groaned and I did as he requested.
Stroking my son's manhood faster as I sucked on its tip, Frederick was writhing on the bed. Suddenly he stiffened, and let out a long moan as a surprising squirt of fluid shot into my mouth. I tried to pull away but Frederick held me fast as spurt after spurt of the thick, salty liquid shot into my mouth and I eventually had no choice but to swallow it.
Frederick let out a deep, satisfied sigh as he released my head and his member began to shrink and soften. "Thank you Mama, your application of the remedy is just as good as Nanny's, I feel that sleep will come easily now, and my health will continue." He pulled the covers back over himself and settled back down to sleep. "Goodnight Mama, sleep well."
