DISCLAIMER:
This story is utter and complete fiction. Places and institutions mentioned in the text exist in real life but the characters do not and any resemblance to anyone is simply coincidental. The author does not encourage nor condone the acts carried out by the characters in the story.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Since this is my first posting, reader's comments are highly valued. It would also be helpful if readers point out their favorite part/s so that I'll have a foundation for any future work. Although this is a work of fiction, I have tried my best to make this story as realistic as possible. Thanks to ravenshadow13 for editing my draft. Enjoy! (This work is copyrighted to the author, 2006).
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PART 1: "Rugby can sure do a lot!"
It was almost midnight and Shelly Blake lay restless on her bed. The warmth of her body kept her awake as she reviewed her carnal plan over and over again for the last two hours. She glanced at her digital alarm clock...it was time. Wearing only her bra and g-string, she rose from her suspended slumber and turned on the lamp by the night table illuminating the cavernous master's bedroom -- just one of six in the plantation-style Southampton mansion. Six months have passed since she and her husband moved to the sprawling Long Island estate and yet she can count the number of times he shared the marital bed with her. Among the downsides of marrying a big-shot business executive like George are long days and lonely nights which, as in her case, leads to the unintended effect of wallowing in forbidden thoughts. Shelly discovered that she wasn't like other women her age. At forty-six, she thought sex was going to be the last thing on her mind but she found herself craving it almost constantly. Shoving a vibrator up her pussy has become a boring and pathetic ritual. She was becoming man-crazy and tonight was no exception especially after seeing her two gorgeous sons for the first time in five years.
Brent and Will, who are now twenty-two and twenty years old respectively, are Shelly's two sons from previous marriages. Shelly was a young waitress living in New York City when she married Joao Verdelho, Brent's father, who later divorced her after only a year. She soon remarried and moved to Pittsburgh but her relationship with Fred Matthews, Will's dad, also ended in divorce. Penniless and unable to get custody of her boys, Shelly moved back to her folks in Milwaukee. After two failed marriages, she found it difficult to commit to a romantic relationship again. With her two sons staying with their fathers, the young mother got to see them less and less. After years of hardship, her luck suddenly changed for the better when she met and married George Blake, a wealthy divorcee from Chicago. The last time that Shelly saw her sons was at her wedding to George five years ago. Now they're spending two weeks of their summer with her while her husband was away overseas directing his company's latest venture.
"Let's see what we'll need," Shelly said as she delved through George's closet. She got several of her husband's silk neckties and stashed them inside a brown paper bag together with a camcorder and a red ball gag. Seeing that everything's in place, she slipped into her black silken robe and walked out of the room clutching what she's scavenged.
Shelly suddenly found herself engulfed in darkness. At the other end of the corridor, she noticed a faint beam of yellow light escaping from the bottom of the guestroom door -- the room where Will was staying in. She felt her heartbeat accelerate as she tiptoed towards the door and pressed her ear against it. Hearing nothing, she slowly turned the latch and pushed it open.
"It's now or never," she muttered as the room's interior was revealed to her; it was awash with soft yellow light emanating from a tall night lamp at the corner of the room. At the center was a four-posted bed where Shelly found her sleeping Hercules - her son Will.
Will Matthews, a sophomore Kinesiology major, is a member of the Penn State University rugby team and was recently approved for an academic scholarship. From head to toe, Will embodied the quintessential athlete. Standing 6 feet and 2 inches tall and weighting a muscular 218 pounds, he was an aspiring decathlete back in high school. His decision to switch to rugby, a not-so-popular sport, is a reflection of his individuality and his drive to stand out among his peers even though his gorgeous heart-shaped face, cut body, honey blonde hair and dreamy green eyes already accomplished that aim.
Shelly approached him quietly; he was lying on his back with the beige satin sheets pulled up to his protruding chest. She carefully pulled out his right arm from under the covers, holding his wrist as she cautiously tied it to the upper right post of the bed using one of her husband's silk neckties. She went around the bed and did the same to his other wrist and both his ankles until Will resembled the letter X. She turned on the camcorder and placed it on a small table facing the side of the bed making sure it recorded his every move; this was going to be her secret weapon.
With her hot jock bounded on all corners, Shelly pulled off his blanket and dropped them on the foot of the bed; what she saw took her breath away. Will's broad pectorals, thickset arms and thighs as well as his smooth rippled abs were like carved white marble. A light patch of hair traversed his lower abdomen making a treasure trail from his navel towards his groin. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the contoured pouch of his white hipster briefs which housed his most intimate muscle. With all his incredible manliness, she couldn't believe that he was the same gangly fifteen-year-old who, together with his half-brother, walked her down the aisle on her wedding five years ago.
"Rugby can sure do a lot!" She thought as she undid her robe and straddled him.
She leaned over his angelic face and whispered, "Wake up, honey. Mommy needs you real bad."
Will stirred and wearily opened his eyes which became as big as quarters as soon as he realized that he was tied to the bed with his mother on top of him. Before he could utter a word, Shelly immediately popped the ball gag over his mouth and fastened it at the back of his neck. Will began to freak out. He let out a protesting moan as he struggled to free himself from his bondage.
"Oh baby! Mommy's so horny! I just have to have you!" Shelly pleaded shamelessly.
Will was flabbergasted. He tried saying something but it was all in vain.
"Oh Will, I've fantasized about this moment for too long and tonight's the night!" Shelly exclaimed as she stood on the bed and began peeling-off her underwear with Will lying between her legs.
The hazel-eyed brunette was now standing completely naked above her wide-eyed son. Shelly still had a fairly good body for a woman her age. She's about 5 feet and 3 inches tall and slightly on the chubby side at 140 pounds. Although her tummy and thighs have gotten bigger over the years, her breasts were still huge and perky thanks to the magic of plastic surgery. Her crotch was also shaved for the occasion; she knows men love smooth, shaven pussies.
Will was totally bowled over; he knew it was indecent for him to stare at his naked mother but he couldn't bring himself to look away.
"You like what you see, don't you?" Shelly asked confidently as she leaned over him again and planted a kiss on his cheek. She kissed his neck, and then down to his well-defined pecs where she furiously licked his hardening nipples making him gasped for air. She then moved her tongue to his ribbed abs, down to his navel and along his hairy treasure trail. She could feel his member grazing her neck as it grew bigger and bigger inside its cotton confines.
"I could tell from your cock that you enjoyed that little tongue bath," she said.
Shelly held the waist band of his CKs and pulled them down until his fully-erect cock sprang out.
Her son's impressive 7-inch tool stood out at an almost 90-degree angle from a bed of course, dark blonde pubes. His foreskin was completely pulled back to reveal a slightly tapered, thick-rimmed cock head while his plump shaft was surrounded with squiggles of embossed veins. Beneath his manhood is a pair of hairy balls which hang snuggly between his thighs. Shelly licked her lips in anticipation.
She held the base of his penis and gently squeezed it upwards causing a bead of pre-cum to emerge from the cock slit. With her thumb, she spread his nascent love syrup all over his sensitive, fleshy knob causing him to squirm.
"Get ready for the best blow-job you'll ever have!" Shelly bragged as she took his cock into her mouth. Will's body trembled as he felt his mother's mouth engulfing his hard-on.
Shelly loved the hard velvety texture of Will's cock head. It has been a while since she had a cock in her mouth but she craved every moment of it. She tried swallowing more of it but its 5-inch girth prevented her from going any deeper. Instead, she took it out of her mouth and rubbed his glans all over her lips as if it was a giant lipstick.
