As my son slept…

It was a cold night. I shivered in my bed as I listened to the raindrops hit the window of my bedroom. I rolled over in my bed and sighed. How I missed Jason… how I dearly missed my man. The source of all my happiness, the father of my only son, and the light of all my sexual fires. But now he’s gone. Left our son, Kye, and I to fend for ourselves. God knows where he went to. Just vanished one night, without a trace.

But I can bear it. Everyday I wake up to see our son, and his gorgeous, deep brown eyes. A spitting image of his father, I must say. Mhmm.. he certainly had transformed into a man; he was only 17, yet he was 6 foot 2 inches tall, with long, dark brown hair, and a pair of nice muscley arms. I loved it when Kye came home from school, to give me a nice big hug, wrapping his arms tight around my body. I’m not a bad looking woman either, I must have passed it ontop my son. I’m 5 foot 6, nicely tanned, long brunette hair, reaching my bum, and of course being woman with curves, an awesome set of tits.

Anyway, it all started on that dark lonely night, while I tossed and turned in my bed, I craved affection, whatever form it may have been. I rose from my bed, slinging my legs over the side and planting them in the rug. I turned my bedroom light on and walked to the door. I slowly and quietly crept down the dark, moonlit hallway. I was intending on grabbing a glass of water, but I was stopped in my tracks when I caught a glimpse into my sons bedroom door.

I stared through the crack in the door, pushing it slightly, but not wanting to ruin this sight by waking him. He was laid there, his bedsheets pushed aside, naked. I couldn’t see everything though, he was rolled onto his side, not giving me the best view in the world, but this was enough to get me wet. I pushed the door again, creeping in slowly, making my way to his bed. What was I doing? This is my son. I couldn’t stop myself though. This is what I’d craved for so long.

He rolled. I thought I must have woken him. His face rested on his pillow, eyes shut.
Phew. He was still dead asleep. But he’d rolled into the perfect position. I got a nice view of that lucious cock. Oh yes, he certainly did take after his father. It must have been atleast 8 inches. I scurried to the bed, sitting there, staring at the large, tasty looking cock before me. I wasn’t going to wait a moment later. I pulled his bedsheets over my body as I positioned myself on my knees between his firm, muscley legs.

I took it in my hands, gently stroking the tip with my fingers. Slowly, I began to wrap my fingers around his thick shaft, rubbing up and down. I couldn’t help myself. I placed my lips around it. Of course, it was difficult, considering he was asleep, and not hard, but I didn’t care; I loved to suck dick. I slowly slid my lips down the shaft, taking one of his balls in my hand, squeezing it gently. He must have been able to feel this while he slept, because he slowly began to get hard. I continued to slide my lips up and down my sons tasty cock, one hand playing with his balls, the other in my underpants, rubbing my clit.

I heard a slight moan, but continued. I wasn’t going to stop for anyone. By this time, he was rock hard. I didn’t even care if he was awake, he must have been loving it. I continued to bob my head quickly, his cock brushing against the back of my throat. I heard him gasp. This just got me going more. But what me going the most, is when I felt a pair of big, manly hands, placed on the back of my head, forcing my head down on my sons cock. I began to moan, as I rubbed and fingered my wet pussy.

I was shocked beyond belief, these big hands pushed my head as hard down as possible. But I was thrilled at what came next. My son held me there, thrusting back into my mouth, before suddenly, letting off a huge load, of warm, sticky cum into my mouth. I felt it slide down my throat and swallowed, before slowly removing my lips. I rose my head under the sheets and sighed.
I stopped where I was, still fingering myself. But as I looked up, my son lifted the bed sheets, and his face was one of pure shock.

“M.. m-m-mom?” He stuttered out.

“Well, who the hell else did you expect it to be?” I splurted out rudely, before jumping out from under the bedsheets and strutting the way out of his bedroom, swaying my hips from side to side in my underwear. This wasn’t going to be it. I was sure of that. He’ll come to me, begging for more.