Ahhh, there is nothing like a relaxing bath in a soaker tub, filled with hot water and a soapy froth. My tablet is in one hand, and a curvy, slender sex toy is entering my pussy and parting the wet folds of my labia.
As I peruse the erotic novel, a story of the shy woman seduced by the gallant, well-built gentleman, I guide the cock-like instrument in a circular fashion over my engorged clitoris. I imagine how it would feel to have a man’s thick cock penetrate me once more. I place the tablet aside and use my other hand to assist the toy in my self pleasure, for no real man has cared to enter me in months. He is at work, which is best, since we’ve wandered apart over time, and I doubt he would be interested in fucking me, if he were here to watch me take care of my own needs.
Only my knees and head remain above the water line, my neck presses into the curvature of the tub. While my right hand encourages blood flow to my clit, the left pushes the phallus as deep inside as my fingertips will allow. My ministrations bring me closer to an inevitable climax, when I notice light changing at the keyhole of the old oak bathroom door.
Clearly, someone is on the other side, blocking the light from the hallway. It can’t be Earl, my husband, as his shift doesn’t end until eleven o’clock tonight, long after my bath and subsequently falling asleep.
It can only be Kevin, our youngest. His sister, Donna, long since married, is living halfway across the country. Kevin’s bedroom is at the other end of the hall, but the shifting light tells me he is stood at the door. I peer at the bottom of the door, where the twin shadows indicate legs on the other side. Or, is it the shadow of his knees? Is my son kneeling at the door, peeking in at his mother playing with herself in the bathtub, through the narrow opening whose obsolete skeleton key has been replaced with a sliding bolt.
The thought of my curly-haired, eighteen year old son wanting a glimpse of his fifty-five year old mother’s naked body, suddenly has me plunging the rubbery rod deep inside me again. My mind wanders to the thought of my grown boy playing with his cock, and so I extend my legs so my feet rest on top of the tub, and I splay them wide. There is nothing for him to see right now, but for wriggling toes, and facial gestures giving indications of how satisfied my own fingers can make me feel.
I begin to picture what he looks like on the other side of the door. It’s been years since I’ve seen him naked, so I imagine it will be hard and circumcised. His father is uncut – one if the few men I have dated who was. Having to send my husband to the washroom to clean himself better so I would not be disgusted by his unclean odor, meant that when my boy was born, I would insist on ridding his future partners of that problem.
What I can’t know is if Kevin bears a long, sleek cock, or better, one that is both long and as thick as a soda can. These filthy thoughts only cause me to plunge my dildo more forcefully inside me, while my other hand tends to the sensitive bud at the apex of my vagina.
I’ve always been drawn to the powerful looking spearhead of a cut cock, and I picture my son with an erection much larger than that of his father – which shouldn’t be difficult given the breakfast sausage in his Dad’s pants.
I can’t help but to tease the young voyeur, so I draw the silicone cock from within my vagina and bring it to my mouth. Two licks of the rounded tip and then I slip it between my lips as if the gentleman in my story offered his cock to me to suck on like a dirty whore.
I taste my own scent on it while I move the cock in and out, my lips pursed tightly around its circumference. My left hand works my clit hard, while the right hand pushes the rounded tip of the toy well past my uvula and into my gullet, showing off a skill once appreciated by the man I married.
That dirty act for my son is more than enough to rev me up enough to finish myself off. I draw it from my mouth and plunge its fullness back inside my slippery pussy, still thumbing my clit with the other hand. I crane my neck back as my body quickly begins the throes of an intense orgasm. My toes curl at the onset of a climax. A few quick thrusts make a splashing sound, and my moans fill the room while my pussy spasms my orgasmic release.
I lay back as the warmth settles around me. All the tension now gone, I open my eyes to the same shadows beyond the door. Apparently my moans aren’t enough for the horny teenager. He must be waiting for me to get out, but how can the sight of my sagging D cups and furry blonde triangle be something he wants to see?
I decide to let him see it all, and stand up in the sudsy bath, pulling the towel off the rack and wiping off each arm, then my face and neck. I’m well aware that my heavy boobs are on display, my pink, pencil eraser nipples point nearly straight out, and I check the door once more. Light cascades in for a moment, as perhaps he dodged the possibility of me looking right back at him theough the keyhole.
I step from the tub and turn away from the door, not sure if my full, wide hips would do anything to excite him. Normally, I would sit on the edge of the bathtub and dry off my legs and feet, but today I decide to bend from the waist and dry my ankles and calves. I feel my arousal increase, knowing my horny son has a full view of the crevice of my ass and hairy pussy lips between my pale, meaty thighs.
I linger more than necessary, giving him something to remember. As I stand, I wipe the fronts and then sides of my thighs. I want to touch myself as the towel pulls each of my ass cheeks wide to rub them dry, knowing that my voyeur baby boy is sneaking peeks at me. I turn around and lift one foot to the edge of the tub, and reach to towel my foot and toes, purposely exposing my needy pussy lips to his gaze.
I draw the towel up my shin and thigh, over my belly and across the scar that was made to birth my son so many years ago. When I get to my pubes, I glance furtively at the door, seeing him still blocking light from behind.
I feel so dirty, wanting to show him my pussy, imagining my boy on his knees next to me, his young face buried in my freshly cleaned snatch. I repeat the process with the other leg, and lastly pull the towel into my vaginal cleft to wipe the leaking juices from my kitty.
Once completely dry, I reach for my bathrobe and as I do, light returns through the keyhole. He got what he wanted, yet I’m only half satisfied now, so I put my favorite toy into my robe pocket. I leave the steamy bathroom and go directly to my bedroom, closing the door behind me,
I take the toy from my robe and wet it once again with my lips, out of habit, but the extra lubrication isn’t necessary. I lie down and insert it into my fully soaked pussy and close my eyes, imagining my son lying on top of me, pushing his teenage rod deep inside his mother. It takes no time at all before another climax riddles my body with electric jolts.
Soon I fall asleep, awakened later by Earl just after two AM, as he settles into bed for the night. No doubt, he spent the last couple of hours looking at the porn that satisfies his needs, not bothering to wake me up like he used to in our younger years.
He tried to bring that filthy stuff into the bedroom years ago – wanting to tie me up and try anal with him – neither of which does anything for me. Then he asked me if I wanted to fuck another man in front of him! At the time, I was more than happy to settle for his weenie, and his alone. We were married with kids, so how was I supposed to react?
He probably wanted to watch another guy abuse me in the sick ways that he was viewing on his porn channels. I didn’t feel safe with any of those ideas and now I think he feels that I disregarded his suggestions by not even trying them. Little did I understand that one day, I would beg for the attention of another man – any other man – just to enjoy a good fucking once in a while!
* * *
I get home from the office Friday afternoon, Earl just left for work and Kevin is at his summer job – lifeguarding at the community pool. The laundry has to get done if I want to enjoy my weekend off, so I head down to the basement to get things going.
Pulling the clothes from the dryer later, I find Kevin’s basketball jersey and inspect it. Kevin is 6′ tall, about five inches taller than Earl, and almost a foot taller than me, and as I look at how big the shirt is, I get an urge to try it on. My boobs fill out the front nicely, but the hem hangs halfway down my thighs, giving me an idea. I place it in my basket and finish the laundry, taking everything up and leaving Kevin’s clothes on his bed to put away.
Just after I sit down in front of the TV, Kevin comes in the front door, calling out, “Mom. I’m home. Going to my room for a bit.”
I wait a while and then go up to his room, knocking and opening the door right away. Kevin is already in bed, doesn’t hear me come in, and isn’t in a position to see me either. I realize my blunder, seeing his earbuds are connected to the laptop that he is jacking off to.
For the next few seconds, I’m frozen in place, taking in a shocking scene. First, Kevin’s beautiful dick. It is long, and lanky, like him. More than four inches of veiny shaft is visible, no matter what part of the stroke his hand is at, meaning my son was sporting easily six or seven inches. The speared tip is bulbous and purple, oozing precum from its slit. Kevin’s pubes are shaved smooth, not really surprising given that girls are shaving theirs smooth these days as well.
But as I watch him from over his right shoulder, tugging his cock at the scene playing out in front of him, the greatest shock is the MOMMYFUCKER.COM emblazened across the webpage he is viewing. I then focus on the video and notice a woman my age sucking the dick of some skinny teenager.
At this point, Kevin turns his head a bit, snaps the lid of the laptop down. and is hastily pulling the blankets up over his erection. I step back at his panicked movement and say, “Sorry, I knocked but I should have waited to come in.”
Kevin’s face is crimson and his hand is resting over his groin, hiding the massive erection beneath. He pulls one earbud out and says, “That’s okay, Mom. I didn’t hear you knock.”
“Well, supper is at five, and unless you are planning to go out tonight, I thought we could stay in and watch some Netflix. I’m not going to be able to spend much time with you once you move into the dorm in the fall.”
Kevin looks around, avoiding eye contact, and answers, “Sure. We can do that.” I slip out of his room and go to the kitchen to start making supper, my pussy tingling at the thought of my son watching incest porn and jacking off to the thought of his mother sucking him off.
We talk some while we eat – things like his looking forward to his new school, and working at the pool for the summer. Then he abruptly asks me, “Is everything okay with you and Dad?”
I knew he had to notice our lack of affection for each other, both of us frustrated in our own way. I reply, “It’s just stuff that happens between people married for a long time. We will be fine.”
I hand him some ice cream and chocolate syrup for dessert, and say, “Hey, Kev. I want to change the sheets tonight, on both your bed and ours. Can you give me a hand upstairs, before we sit down to movie night?”
“Sure, no problem, Mom.”
“Alright then, give me a few minutes to get changed into something more comfortable, and then we can start with my bed, okay?”
My handsome man nods with his mouth full of ice cream. I go upstairs and peel off all of my clothes and sort through my undies to find something to feel really sexy in. Yes! A baby blue satin bikini will feel so sexy under my outfit for the evening… and I take Kevin’s basketball jersey from the laundry basket, pull it over my head, and let the satiny yellow fabric drape over my body.
When I check the mirror, I see so much side boob in the lengthy arm holes and gasp at how audacious it looks. If I move much, I could easily lose a boob out the side! The hem line is mid-thigh and I caress myself over it, noticing how my nipples make small pointy tents through the flimsy fabric. I can’t wait to see Kevin’s reaction.
I pull out the new sheets from the closet when Kevin knocks and waits. I call out, “Come in,” with a bit of a lilt in my voice. Our eyes meet for an instant, and then his fall to the shirt I’m wearing, emblazened with the Golden Knights logo.
His jaw drops as I smile and offer, “I hope you don’t mind. I thought I’d use this as a night shirt. It is so comfortable.” I look down at the swells of my breasts and primp the fabric of my belly smooth with one hand.
“Wow! No! Er, I mean, no, I don’t mind at all, Mom. It looks great.”
We proceed to remove the old blankets and sheets on my bed, my poor son not knowing where to look as I lean way forward to reach pillows and sheet corners. I keep my head down and hear a slight sound come from him as I stretch almost across the bed to straighten the fresh fitted sheet. My boobs are on full display and he can’t believe it. I pay no attention and let him leer. When I slip a pillowcase over one of Earl’s pillows, I reach out to toss it across the bed. I stand back up, and feel something pulling across the middle of my chest. Before I could look down, I see Kevin’s eyes grow wide, staring at my chest. I look down to see that my left boob has fallen through the armhole and is in full view.
I tuck in quickly, and say, “Oops! Well, I guess we are even now!” Kevin half-giggles as well. My panties are radiating so much heat and feel completely soaked that I wonder if my scent is becoming noticeable to him.
Kevin quips, “Well, I’m not sure if we are even. I think you may have seen more than I have, hehe.” I desperately want to ask if he really thinks that is true, given his own voyeuristic play the other night, but I let it go.
I hand him the pile of dirty sheets and lead him from my room to his. I open Kevin’s bedroom door with new sheets in hand. Kevin panics and offers to go to the other side, but I’m already there so I tell him to stay on that side. This is when I see a few socks on the floor at my feet. I pick them up as he sets his pile of sheets on the floor. Two of the socks are clearly crusted and scrunched up, the other still sporting creamy splotches of drying semen. Kevin avoids eye contact as I toss them onto the dirty piile of clothes. We swap out his linen, and when done, I announce, “There. Fresh sheets for everyone!”
Kevin tries hard to focus while we gather up the soiled linen and take them down to the washer. “You start up Netflix and I will be in shortly,” I announce. Kevin heads to the family room down the halll, just past the computer room, while I finish loading the washer.
I arrive at the family room and Kevin is already tucked in to Earl’s recliner, feet raised up high. I take the sofa and rest up against the arm on the opposite end, my feet on the cushion beside me, pointing directly toward Kevin. His eyes flick from the TV to me, or at least to my legs bare all the way up to the yellow shirt hem.
I keep my eyes at the TV but curl my legs up, and then down again, crossing one leg over the other occasionally. Each movement garners another sneaky glance my way. I get careless and keep my lower leg curled but stretch out my upper leg, giving my son a clear view of my special panties for the evening. He can’t help himself but to peer over, ensuring that I’m focused on the movie in front of us.
“What are you doing way over there, Kev,” I ask lightly. “You might as well be in the next room. Why don’t you come over here and cuddle?” I pat the side of my belly and slide forward on the cushions so my son can slip in behind me. As Kevin approaches, a noticeable tent greets me through the cotton sweat pants. I raise my left arm as he climbs onto the sofa, to get him to rest his head on my chest, just above my swollen left boob.
Kevin settles in, and I wriggle a bit to press my mom bod against his chest and tummy, but he is so much taller, my ass is resting against his belly.
“What do you want to watch?” I ask, handing my son the remote.
“I was looking through Netflix before you got down here, and laughed when I saw the title. Especially after what you saw today. I don’t know what it is about, but it is called ‘Spanking The Monkey’. Wanna try it?”
I laugh out loud and reply, “Sure. How bad could it be?”. Kevin clicks his way through and gets the movie going. It turns out to be a story about a college student who has to care for his injured Mom while Dad is away at work. The son was getting horny while applying lotion for her injuries, which he must do every day. I find myself soaking wet watching her son jacking off to thoughts of making love to his own mother.
Halfway through the movie, Kevin’s soft voice whispers in my ear, “Geez. This is like you and Dad. You guys are two worlds apart, and right now it’s just you and I who are really there for each other.” I am suddenly awakened at his comment but can only nod in return. My physical arousal plus the sexual tension building in our movie, causes me to make a bold move.
I raise my top leg and curl my foot back, resting my foot between Kevin’s muscular thighs. He responds by nuzzling his head lower, onto the soft skin of my boob. Kevin kisses my breast through the satin shirt, once, and my foot begins to move upward, ever so gently along the crevice between his two thighs.
“Ohh, Mom,” he whispers as the heel of my left foot finds the soft lump of his ball sack through his sweats. My foot curls even more, the heel runs the length of his impressive manhood, my toes stopping as they contact the sensitive skin of Kevin’s scrotum, I roll my toes around his nut sack, the semen-laden pills rolling between the delving digits. My son flexes his hips to ride the large vein of his dick back and forth over the soul of my foot.
My pussy is soaking wet, trickles of vaginal juices trail along the folds of skin and drip onto the cushion below. I feel his slender fingers slip beneath the hem of my nightshirt and his hand caresses the ample flesh of my thigh and hip. The movie becomes a blur as my body feels electrified by human touch. Oh, how I’ve missed this foreplay for so long.
I push my foot into Kevin’s humping cock, savoring the force of his thrusts against it. I feel his thumb slip beneath the elastic of my panties at my left hip. I turn onto my back, my erect nipple is pinned to his cheek through the satin shirt. Kevin tugs the large armhole forward, and pulls my left breast through the opening. He purses his lips and suckles it, for the first time in nearly twenty years.
My pussy is on fire – his sucking brings direct current into my mons. I look into his eyes, and he kisses me. I’m 18 again and about to have sex with my boyfriend while my parents are asleep upstairs.
I kiss my son softly, gently tasting top and bottom lip, then his open mouth. His cock pushes against my leg as he scrunches his lower body up higher, closer to my heat. His hand wanders downward, along the stretched elastic if my undies. Kevin’s fingers brush my thick curls, on their way to my hot, sopping cunt. My fever is pitched, watching this now grown man feasting on my hard, pink nipple – feeling the slimy precum from the tip of his cock against my left hip.
I cannot help but moan. I smell my own sex as my son pushes the wet satin panty panel to one side. Then his finger finds my aching clitoris, and his tender touch teases the engorged nub.
“Oh, Kev,” I whisper in his ear, then cup his head with both hands while his suckling continues. I finally pull from his mouth and slip off the sofa and onto my knees on the family room floor. Kevin remains motionless, watching my hands reach out to tug at the waistband of his sweats. With his head resting against the arm of the sofa, Kevin lifts his hips off the cushion to make my struggle to release him from his pants.
When his pants and underwear slide down his thighs, Kevin’s fully aroused member pops into view. I notice immediately that my boy has fully shaven all of his pubic hairs, making him appear prepubescent. I let go of his clothes, now able to access the center of my focus – my teenaged son’s erection.
One hand cups his balls, plying the rubbery, wrinkly skin as gently as possible. The other makes a fist around the shaft of his vertical rod, and my eyes take in the beautiful roadmap of blue and red veins coursing its length. My boy emits a soft moan – his cock twitches and a globule of precum oozes from the slit. My fist squeezes the spongy mushroom shaped tip, drawing even more clear liquid from it.
I lean forward and extend my tongue to lap up the salty secretion. My lips form around the delicious pink spear and I lower my mouth onto him. Kevin moans louder and his hips involuntarily lurch forward as though thrusting into a vagina. My lips tighten around his slender shaft and make their way to its hairless base.
“Oh, fuck. Mom!”
My left hand moves to the hem of his t-shirt and slips onto the silky down of his belly, and upward to his sparsely haired chest, finding a nipple to pull on. Kevin writhes at my two pronged stimulation of his senses. I look into his eyes while I rise to the tip of his cock and suck hard at it in an vain attempt to draw out his seed.
My hand releases his nipple and withdraws from his shirt. I take his right hand in mine and guide it to the back of my head. He nods, understanding what I need at the moment. Kevin’s hand cups my head and then applies pressure to have me lower my mouth down his shaft. I push back in mock resistance, my eyes firmly on his, and he does exactly what I wanted him to do. He finds a clump of my shoulder length hair and makes a knot of it, and uses that to force my head lower onto him. His sexual desire turns me on so much that juices now flow freely down my thighs.
Just then, a noise from upstairs. I freeze immediately and look at the clock on the wall. I can’t believe that it is just after eleven. “It’s Dad,” I say, jumping up off the floor. Kevin gets up but moves in different directions, trying to pull his clothes back into place, but unsure of where he should be when his father enters the room.
“Maggie, I’m home. Where are ya?” Earl calls from upstairs.
“We are down here. Watching TV,” I call back. Then I command in a low voice, “Sit in Dad’s chair. Hand me that blanket.” Kevin sees the folded up snuggler on top of his father’s recliner, and passes it to me. I take it and drape it over me, lying back on the sofa opposite to Kevin.
My son has already changed the movie and has an old Western started when his Dad pokes his head into the family room. “What are you watching?”
Kevin quickly answers, “It’s Western night. Marlon Brando and John Wayne.”
“Oh. Seen too many of them. I’ll be on the computer,” says Earl, scanning the room and finding everything looking pretty normal. “Don’t wait up for me, Maggie,” he advises – code for ‘I’ll be jacking off in the room down the hall. Just get yourself off in bed of you need to, and don’t interrupt me.’
Kevin and I sit quietly for a minute or so, until he says, in a loud whisper, “That was close.”
“I know,” I quietly reply. I get up, set the blanket down on the sofa, and walk across to him. Saying nothing, I hold out my hand, my heart pounding so hard, I thought it might burst. Kevin stands and take my hand. I turn and lead the boy from the family room, down the hall past the room where his father would rather spend his time. We climb up the two flights of stairs in absolute silence, me leading the way, savoring the intimacy of our interlocked fingers.
At the doorway to my bedroom, I turn and look up into my son’s piercing blue eyes. I reach up and cup his face in my hands, our eyes unblinking, and draw his lips to mine. Kevin pins me against the wall, placing his hands on my waist and opens his mouth in a hungry lust.
“What about Dad?” he asks.
“Your father will be busy jacking himself off, for a while. If we hear him coming up, we can just go into our own rooms. But we will be okay.” He nods, understanding the plan.
When Kevin’s tongue penetrates my lips, I softly suck on it as he had done so to my breast just a few moments ago. His firm hands follow the widening contours of my hips, and wrap themselves around my bum, only the thinnest layer of satin separating our nakedness.
Our tongues play a slow dance, each flutter melting our bodies as one, his erection embedded into the softness of my belly. Kevin’s fingers take hold of my buttocks and lift my body upward, his erection dragging lower, both of us knowing where we want it to be.
My body in his control, now. I hook my feet around his legs, and feel my back leave the wall. I groan as my son easily holds my 150 pound body in his grasp. He pulls me yet higher, his hardness working its way over my mons, until his cock head rubs over my clitoris, sending a shiver through my body.
Kev pushes me back into the wall, and releases one hand to pull at his sweats, yanking one side down and then the other. Our mouths grind as he repeats the process with his Jockeys, until his manly dick springs free. I set one hand onto his chest, sliding up to his throat, while he wriggles the thick, spongy head between my sopping wet folds.
In a frenzy, I slip my right hand between us and direct him in line with my pussy, needing to feel my son enter my pussy. Kevin relaxes the hand holding my bum, lowering me onto him so that he can begin to penetrate me. An audible gasp escapes from me when the tip of his cock pushes inside. He stops kissing and moves his head beside mine to gain support from the wall. Kevin’s hips thrust all the way into me, and for the first time since my teens, I feel pressure against my cervix. His hairless pubic bone crushes my curly hairs and his breath becomes mild grunts. My legs hold tightly around Kevin’s back as each forceful thrust pounds my willing body into the wall.
“Oh, God… Mom, I’m gonna cum!”
“Oh, Baby, yeah…”
Kevin’s hips flex hard and I feel the wash inside me. My man groans into my ear as he empties himself into his mother’s pussy. I hug him tightly, not wanting this to end. His legs quiver as the last streams fill me entirely, and his jizz overflows from me and onto the hardwood floor below. I release my hold around him with my legs, and extend them to the floor. Both of us are still breathing heavily, and hearts are beating faster than normal.
Kevin’s cock flops from between my labia and dangles between his legs, coated in his silver slime and my clear juices. He slips one hand toward my pussy, but I push his hand away. “No. I’m good. You can play another time. Let’s not get caught again…” I whisper.
“But Mom. You didn’t cum! I can…”
I interrupt. “Not tonight. Another time, okay?” I kiss my boy and push him away. “Time for bed. You go down and turn out the lights in the family room when you’re done watching TV,” I said, still in a low voice. Kevin bends over and pulls up his underwear and sweats, gave me a peck on the cheek. I reach up around his neck and we hold a loving embrace for the longest time, me wanting to remember this moment for ever.
“I love you, Mom,” he says, walking away towards the stairs. I look down at the large gooey puddle at my feet, and notice a long tendril of cum hanging from my pussy lips. I lower the shirt over my thighs and go into the bathroom to get a cloth to clean up our mess, impressed at how much cum came out of me.
I think about showering, but instead, go directly to bed, leaving my souvenir shirt on as I lay down on the sheets. I raise, once again, the hem of my nightshirt and glance at my curly pubes. My hand explores my breasts and tummy, on their way to self-pleasure. One finger slips easily inside my pussy, and I withdraw it to examine its wetness, bringing it up to my mouth and nose. My smell overpowers me, but his salty flavor intrigues me even more, each time I repeatedly coax more of Keven’s semen from within. My other hand diddles my clitty while I suck on my fingers like a tiny cocks.
I picture his handsome prick in my mouth, his hands holding me steady while he fucks my face. I want him to use me as he wishes, his desire for me too intense for him. Within a minute, I begin to quake, and my climax takes me over. I am exhausted from all the the excitement of the evening, and lie still for a very long time.
I wake up to Earl standing next to the bed in his underwear, his nightlight having just been clicked on. I’m startled awake, and realize that I’m still wearing Kevin’s basketball shirt while lying with no blankets on me. Earl looks me up and down, and says, “Wow! You better not let Kev see you in his shirt like that.”
“Don’t be silly, Earl. I just wanted something to keep me cool. I was really hot tonight.”
My husband mumbles something indistinct and turns off the light. I turn away from him in the darkness, and press my face into the fabric, smelling my son’s scent as well as our sex all over it. While my husband snores, my brain relives those sensual acts with my own son, until I succumb to a deep and restful sleep.