Sue sat at the breakfast table sipping her coffee feeling ready to explode. She couldn't get past the conflicting feelings inside her. She not only exposed herself to her son but let him feel her up, in fact basically told him how to go about it. Poor Mark will probably need therapy, since even though mothers have always been the focus of teenage boys' raging hormones, most let it run its course. She'd washed the sticky pairs of panties returned to the hamper and made sure her bedroom door was always latched when showering. She never said anything when drying off, she sometimes found the door closed, but not latched. She should have been angry; she should have confronted the boy. Instead, she started leaving the bathroom door wide open and leaving the towel on the towel bar across the room. She never caught him peeking, never knew when he was watching, but her pussy was always wet, always throbbing, always fantasizing he was watching.
Why did she let him see her, let him touch her, why did she feel so guilty and also desperately need his hands on her again? With a yawn, she realized she hadn't gotten more than two hours of sleep as every time she felt guilty, her fingers had found their way between her legs, into her wet slit, against her aroused clit...oh crap, I can't touch myself here, Mark could be down any second she thought, ripping her fingers from between her legs.
She stood up and adjusted her robe and felt her knees get wobbly as her thumbs accidentally brushed across her hard nipples. Putting her hands on the kitchen counter she tried to think about anything but cocks, lips, tongues..."Fuck it! Drew better get back into town or I'm going to borrow a cup of sugar from old Henry across the street. That man might be 60, but the bulge in his shorts...and the way he looks at me, my breasts...my ass. Drew hates him because he never looks at my face. What a fool, since he has no idea where this mouth could take him...Stop it!" Sue turned on the cold tap and splashed the icy liquid on her face, over and over.
"Mom? What are you doing?" Mark came up behind her. "You're not crying, are you? Are you alright? I'm really sorry about yesterday." Mark said hugging her from behind.
"No. No, I'm fine, I was just trying to wake up and thought cold water would be better than more coffee." She replied holding his strong arms wrapped across her stomach. "Why did you think I was crying?" She asked unwrapping herself and turning to look at her son.
"I got up last night to go to the bathroom and I thought I heard you crying in bed. I thought it was...you know, what I did yesterday." Mark said looking down at his mother. "I feel really bad and I'm sorry. It won't happen again."
"I wasn't crying, honey. I'm fine. I love you and I don't want you to worry about it, you didn't do anything wrong." Sue brushed her hand tenderly on Mark's cheek.
"Then what was that sound? I was worried and couldn't sleep afterward. Are you sure you're alright?" Mark looked worriedly at his mom.
Sue grinned. "Why were you going to the bathroom in the middle of the night? You didn't drink any pop last night, so why did you need to go there? Also, why were you downstairs? You have a bathroom upstairs."
"Mom, I was, you know, then I thought, maybe..." Mark sputtered.
"What? Tell me. I know you jerked off after I left your bedroom yesterday, so is that why you were up? Were you thinking about spying on me?"
Mark turned bright red, "Ok, yeah. I can't seem to get you out of my head. Every time I think about...You changed the subject, so you weren't crying, what was the noise?"
Sue looked at her son, "Honey, I wasn't crying, I was thinking of you, of you touching me. I was thinking about how your strong hands felt and your impressive bulge pressing against me. I was doing what you were doing."
"Really, girls jerk off? I thought guys just did that." Mark said pressing closer to his mother.
"Yes, and often too. I'll bet every one of your friend's mothers, all the girls in your school, they jerk off and you might be surprised to know how many have your face, your body, your cock in their heads while they rub their pussies. You're a strong young man and you must have the girls flocking around you. So, on that note, let's get you breakfast and get you off to school so you can graduate next month." Sue gently pushed Mark away and pulled out cereal and milk.
"Bye Mom, I'll see you later. I was kidding about telling my friends, I'll keep our secret." Mark said
"Really? I actually don't mind. If they think I'm a MILF, and you have access to me they don't, let's face it. You'll be their hero."
"Ok, I suppose so. Larry is always bragging about how his family has a place in Hawaii and Bill's dad drives a Maserati. I have the hottest mom and get to see her naked." Mark kissed his mother on the cheek and turned and left.
Sue spent the day cleaning and scrubbing the house trying to avoid thinking about how much she opened up to her son, how dangerously close they are to... 'Crap, I have to see that boy's penis. I wonder how big it's gotten. If he takes after his father, that would not be a bad thing. If he is in Frank's class...Fuck it!' Finally, after hours of absent-mindedly cleaning, Sue peeled off her clothes and lay back on the couch.
She closed her eyes and thought about Frank...kneeling in front of him the first time, seeing the scary shaft pointing at her, and how scared she was of it. When wordlessly he pulled her face towards that pulsing weapon. How naively she thought maybe he'll be happy with a hand job...her fingers slid down to her anxious cunt...the first time she held it...how it throbbed in her hand...the cum oozing off the head... Her fingers worked into her sopping hole almost feeling Frank's hot rigid shaft in her hand. His hand was on the back of her head pressing her lips against the warm, spongy head until she reluctantly opened her mouth, her first taste of his tangy fluids. She was pulling, squishing, stimulating her excited clit getting close, so close but fighting it, delaying the inevitable. She could see and taste the plump head streaming more fluids. His was the first in her mouth and she wondered why it took so long. Frank's approving grunts encouraged her to take more...not that she needed encouragement as this felt right...so right.
She was pinching her nipples, grinding her cunt hard with her fingers moving in a blur, her legs splayed as wide as possible, wanting, needing a cock pounding her, bruising her aroused cunt. Frank had pushed his fat penis into her mouth until she stopped him when she gagged...she thought back when silently Frank pulled out and pushed her onto her back. Frank actually said something, "You'll get better," was all he said, and she did...She remembered watching as he grabbed that monster and aimed it between her legs, the feel of the head spreading her lips...the pain when the head popped in...so big, and her hole felt so small. She screamed and he smirked hearing her, yet he pushed in regardless, ignoring her moans of pain. She remembered gritting her teeth trying to bear the pain but soon realized that wasn't burning she was feeling, but pleasure...intense pleasure bordering pain. The living room echoed with her moans, the sloshing of her pussy with her fingers diving into her flowing cunt. Four fingers were buried to their knuckles, her hips thrusting up off the couch desperately needing Frank's cock...needing it now...his large sausage filling her completely, stretching her past what she thought was possible. She saw Frank's face leering down at her and as she felt the room spin the face became Mark's but with the same expression, "OH FUCK!! AAAAHHHHHHHHHH, AAAAHHHHHH, aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh," she screamed. Her hips were raised way off the couch as she exploded as hard as she ever had before collapsing, legs splayed wide on the couch...images of her son's cock shooting ropes, splashing creamy white sperm all over her, in her, the wonderful taste...
She woke with a jolt and realized she passed out. Yanking her sopping fingers out of her pussy she looked around, 'Oh fuck, three hours? I slept for three hours? Mark is due home any minute unless he is here and saw me. Oh fuck!' She thought as she jumped up and ran down the hall to her room.
After taking a quick shower, she got dressed and came out to see Mark sitting in the kitchen eating cookies. "Hey Mark, when did you get home? Sorry, I was in the shower and didn't hear you."
"I just got home, sorry, I know you don't like me snacking, but I felt like having some cookies." Mark stood up looking bothered.
"What's wrong, did something go wrong at school?" Sue asked.
"You won't believe it, but Chris brought up our fight calling you a MILF and I told him he was right after all and...you know. I told them about you...seeing you...touching you." Mark looked angry, "They called me a liar...They laughed at me telling me it was too convenient that I got to see you and touch you right after our fight. Crap. I'm pissed."
"I was afraid of that, let's face it, they don't want to envy you...have what you have and they can't. I guess there's nothing much we can do. I'm sorry honey, you deserve cookies. Can I get you some milk?"