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Sandy was more than a little upset with herself as the early morning light brightened the hall. Her son had been due to arrive home from school late last night, and though she really wanted to be awake when he arrived, sleep had gotten the better of her. She thought about going to his room to check on him, but then thought the better of that idea and, retreating to her room, found her bathrobe and slowly made her way to the kitchen. 

As she poured her first cup of eye-opener she thought about the past three lonely months and wondered how much, if any, she had crossed his mind. It had been a big adjustment for both of them when he had decided to enrol at State University, and though it was difficult for her, Sandy knew that it was the right thing for him if he was truly to pursue his life’s dreams. But for her, it meant loneliness, and anguish, that her one and only was no longer there for her to take care of, to pamper, to fill her days with love and joy.

She sighed as she remembered their weekly telephone calls that she had made him promise to make, and he had faithfully done. Just the sound of his voice made her day, and as they got comfortable chatting, their conversations sometimes touched on things that, well, quite frankly sort of turned Sandy on. In addition to school, work, and his special projects, Sandy was a bit enamored by his personal life, specifically, his seemingly numerous girlfriends. Very rarely it seemed that he had the same one for longer than two weeks.

Being the overprotective mom, Sandy queried him about who, and why, he seemed to go through them like some people do changes of shirts. He would just laugh and say, “None of them measure up to you, Mom.”

Somewhat taken aback by his revelation Sandy remembered eking out, “In what way?”

“In every way,” he had replied immediately. “Smarts, looks, consideration of others and, well,” here he had paused momentarily, “Being down right sexy.”

Not knowing how to answer that, Sandy simply chuckled and demurely said, “Well thanks, thanks a lot. It does your poor old mother good to hear something like that.”

She was glad he wasn’t there when he said that as even in denial, Sandy found herself blushing at such a compliment. When the conversation hinted at the sexual side of his relationships, though she felt a bit out of water, Sandy felt some unusual pulls and arousal as he would try and laugh off her inquiries, and conversation would, at least initially, become a bit stilted.

Then, a little over a month ago, he replied to her questioning with a remark that Sandy had mulled over, time again, each and every day since. “You know, Mom,” he had said matter-of-factly, “What it boils down to, is that none of these girls could make love like a woman like you.”

Sandy had been at a loss for words when he said that, and she found herself wondering where such a thought like that had come from. What did he know about her ‘love’ life, and what did he base such a remark like that on? She had given herself a bit of a sarcastic laugh as in reality her ‘love’ life was almost less than zero. If it weren’t for that little silver bullet she kept in her bedside drawer, it would be zero.

She took pride in keeping herself in shape, not for anyone special, just as her own personal sense of what was right. As she thought about a response, he continued to surprise her. “Mom,” he softly said, “I, ummm, have a confession to make.”

“A confession?”

“Yes. You know those light blue bikini panties, the ones with the matching lacey bra?”

Sandy took careful time in buying her lingerie, and again though it wasn’t for anyone special, she just liked having things look right. “Yes?”

“I, uhhh, well I took them, my last morning before leaving for school. They were on the bathroom floor after you had showered and, well, I took them.”

Hearing that, Sandy immediately felt some deeper tingling, some deep, hidden urges, fighting to make their way to the fore. She had simply thought she had misplaced them, and had gone out to buy another pair when she couldn’t find it. Never had it crossed her mind that, something like this had happened. “Whatever for?” she remembered asking rather meekly.

“To have something, something intimate of yours, to have with me, to feel you close to me. They were a bit soiled and I loved having your scent, and taste.”

Sandy was reeling at his words, and she felt the rapid moistness dampening her panties. “I, I don’t know what to say?”

“And, Mom,” his voice got very low, hushed, as he continued, “I use them.”

“Use them?” Sandy’s breath was coming in rapid, shallow gasps.

“Yes,” he replied so soft that Sandy pressed the phone hard against her ear so as not to miss anything he had to say. “All the time, especially late at night when I’m lying here in my lonely bed, fantasizing about you, having you, so soft against my rod.”

Unconsciously Sandy had let her hand fall between her legs, and she was rubbing herself with an intense vigor as she took in his words. “Oh, Tommy,” she gasped, “I, I don’t know what to say.”

“Don’t say anything, Mom,” he whispered, “Just, just think about what I just shared with you. Please.”

And Sandy heard the click of the cell and knew the conversation, for the moment, was over. She recalled the conversation, several times, and felt not only the deep, primal urgings, but found herself, wondering, thinking about her son in ways that she felt incredibly conflicted about. But it didn’t stop her from using her silver bullet that night, several times, and each time she found her thoughts and fantasies filled with images of her son. And it was very good.

Sandy went to the gym three times a week with her best friend Jenny. On Monday, having had two nights and a day to think about her conversation, Sandy felt like she needed to share, at least some of it with Jenny to get some perspective, and perhaps advice. Taking their customary energy drink after working out, Sandy shared some of the night’s conversation. Sandy was somewhat surprised by the rather beaming look on Jenny’s face when she concluded by saying, “So, I’m kind of in a quandary as to how to respond, or what exactly to say when he calls again this week.”

“It’s natural,” Jenny replied, “Natural that is for a son to have, and feel, sexual urgings toward his mom. The real question revolves around you, what you feel, and think, about Tommy.” Here she paused to lock her eyes with Sandy’s and continued, “Do you want him, in that way? Are your feelings for him, towards him, more than just a Mother’s love?”

Sandy felt her cheeks burning as she hadn’t shared her rendezvous with the silver bullet and her fantasies with Jenny. “You don’t have to answer that if you don’t want,” Jenny said, “But if I’m as good at reading people’s thoughts as I think I am, I already know your answer.”

Was it really that evident? Was her want and desire to have her son, to let him have her, so, plain and evident as Jenny seemed to make it? As they got up to make their way to the shower Jenny leaned over and quietly said, “If you should decide the answer is no, call me up when Tommy gets home and let me know. He can fill my garden, and any other hole he wants to fill whenever he wants.” Jenny winked at Sandy and hooking her arm dragged her off towards the locker room.

Sandy went to bed that night with varied thoughts swirling in her mind. The fact that her best friend wanted her son was a stunning revelation in itself, but her remarks, about ‘more than just a Mother’s love’ reverberated in her soul. She had stripped naked, and reached for her silver bullet. As she brought herself to several orgasms she wondered what it would be like, him, naked, lying with her, the feel of his manhood penetrating deep inside her, the taste of him in her mouth, the thought that he might want to tantalize her garden with his tongue.

Her orgasmic forays brought sleep quickly but she was jarred awake by the ringing of her phone. She glanced at the clock, 1 a.m., who could be calling at this hour? “Hello?”

There were several seconds of silence, and Sandy was about to repeat herself when Tommy’s voice split the night. “Did I wake you?”

“Ummm, no, baby, no you didn’t,” Sandy lied. “I was lying here reading a book. What’s wrong, why are you calling so late?”

Again there was several seconds of silence before he answered. “Well, I was wondering,” he stammered.

“Wondering?” Sandy echoed.

“Yes,” he replied, “Wondering if you had given any thought to what I shared with you the other night. And wondering if it made any difference as to whether I should make other plans for next week instead of coming home.”

“Oh, Tommy,” Sandy blurted out, “Of course it doesn’t change the fact that I want you to come home next week. I miss you, baby, and I want you here, at home, with me.”

“What…what about, the other?”

It was Sandy’s turn to take several seconds to reply. “I…I don’t really know Tommy. It was such a, surprise, what you said, what you shared. Maybe, when you get home we can talk about it. It’s so, so very complicated. You know?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” he softly replied. “But, Mom,” here he paused, “Do you think, maybe, that, well, there’s any chance you might feel some of the things, some of the way, I feel for you?”

“Oh, Tommy,” Sandy gushed, “You know I love you and want nothing but the best for you. It’s just, well, complicated. My being your mother and all, I mean, it’s not something I really ever considered, before, if you know what I mean.”

“Sure, Mom, I understand.”

There was a long pause, lasting minutes instead of seconds. “Mom,” whispered Tommy, “I, I’m using them.”

“Using them?” Sandy asked confusedly.

“Your panties, your soft, light blue panties, I’m using them, right now. I’m stroking my throbbing cock, thinking about what it might feel like, buried deep inside you, and oh, God, Mom, it feels so good.”

“Oh, Tommy,” Sandy said breathlessly. She ran her hands over her taut nipples, hefted her orbs in need, and let her hand roam to her now hot and very wet garden.

“I can see you, Mom,” Tommy said in halted words, “Naked, in the shower, damn Mom, you’re so fine. Curvaceous, sexy, such great breasts, and I love the landing strip above your lips, so damn sexy.”

Sandy was riveted. She scrambled to find her silver bullet and began to work it up and down her lips, alternately probing herself as he talked. “Tell me more, baby,” she quietly spoke into the phone.

“Do you know how many times I wanted to walk into that shower with you? Or come into your room at night?”

“No, baby,” Sandy purred.

“To feel you, your naked body next to me…to taste your succulent breasts, to burrow my head between those long, sexy legs, feasting on your nectar...”

“Oh, Tommy, Tommy,” she gushed.

“I’m, I’m cumming Mom…oh God I can’t hold it back.”

“I’m cumming too, baby,” Sandy shrieked into the phone, “Mommy’s cumming too.”

Her world exploded into a cataclysm of color and warmth. She rocked and thrashed about the bed reveling in wave after orgasmic wave of pure, unadulterated lust and love for her son.

“Yes, Mommy, yes,” shouted Tommy through the phone, “Fuck your baby, Mommy, fuck me good.”

The seconds turned into minutes as Sandy tried to bring a calming to her quaking soul. As she began to come down from her orgasmic bliss the enormity of what just took place swept over her. She had masturbated, with her son, over the phone. And he too had done so, and she was simply, amazed. Oh there had been times, with other lovers where things were said, and things got a bit hot and heavy. But never anything like this. So alive, so vibrant, so intense, it was wonderful. And for the moment, she felt no guilt, just wondering if it had been somewhat as good for him.

She didn’t have to wait long to find out. “Oh, Mom,” a breathless Tommy spoke, “That was incredible. I can’t believe how much I shot over your panties. I’ve never come like that. My only regret is that I wasn’t shooting it inside you, it seems such a waste.”

Sandy smiled at the thought and wondered how his hot, thick spunk would feel deep inside her chamber. That’s when she knew, no matter what, when Tommy got home she would have him, take him, fuck him as long and as often as he would like and let the chips fall where they may.

“Tommy, it was quite incredible for me too.”

“Would you like me to call again?” he asked.

“Mmm, baby, only if you feel the need, and want,” purred Sandy, silently hoping he would, every night.

“Well, it's finals week, so it might be…late, after studies...”

“Whatever…whenever, baby…”

“Okay then,” he said with a bit of regret in his voice, “I guess I should let you go so you can get some sleep.”

“Sleep well, baby,” Sandy replied with more than familial affection in her voice, and let him click off into the night.

Sandy basked in the afterglow of her frenzied activity then soon drifted off to sleep. When the morning came, she felt the initial doubts come creeping in, and before long was hopelessly entwined with feelings of guilt and remorse. Though she couldn’t deny her pleasure, the fact that she had engaged in things sexual, with her son, hung heavily on her mind.

As the day wore into evening, Sandy’s fears and misgivings multiplied. The phone call she had so deliriously wanted last night was now one she hoped wouldn’t come. She had decided that what she had done was wrong, that as the adult she should have taken control, exerted a firmer hand and not let herself and her misguided son fall into such tempestuous waters. Though she dreaded the call, she felt, in her mind, that it was the right thing to do. To tell him it had been her fault, that she had been weak and given into her longings and needs that she had so long ignored. She would tell him to come home, that they would talk things over and set themselves on a straight and narrow path that would include not only rebuilding their relationship but help Tommy make new ones, with girls his own age that were more, appropriate for him. The problem was, what she held in her mind conflicted with what she felt in her heart.

The angst and emotions of the day must have got the better of her for when the phone rang at just after 1 a.m. she was asleep on the couch in the front room. Trying to gather her wits about her before answering the phone, Sandy took one long, last, deep breath and picked up the receiver. “Hello?”

“Hey, Mom,” Tommy said with youthful enthusiasm, “How are things? Did I wake you?”

“No, no, you didn’t,” Sandy at first lied, then decided to correct herself. “I mean yes, yes you did. I was asleep in the other room that’s why it took a few rings before I answered.”

“Oh,” Tommy responded with concern now entering his voice, “Then ummm, maybe I should let you go, so you can go back to sleep and uhhh, we can, ummm, chat another night?”

“No, no, Tommy,” Sandy hastily replied, “I want to talk, we, uhhh, need to talk.”

Sandy felt like an incredible weight had just sunk deep inside her. She was confronting her deepest fears, and suddenly felt as though she had neither the strength or will to go forward.

“Talk?” queried Tommy. “Okay, what about?”

Sandy let several seconds go by before she answered. “About us, Tommy, about what I let happen last night and why we can’t let this come between us.”

“Mom?”

“No, Tommy, let me finish. I can’t deny what happened last night, nor to be truthful do I want to. It was wonderful, incredible, but, it was wrong. I’m your mother, Tommy, not just your latest college conquest, needing her over active hormones taken care of. I love you, baby, more than you’ll ever know but what we did, what I let happened, shouldn’t have.”

“Why not, Mom? If you liked it, if you enjoyed it as much as you say you did, and as much as I know I did, what’s wrong with that? I love you too, Mom, more than I can say and, if you’ll let me, in a way I can only say is the truest way I want you to know my love. I don’t want a college conquest, I don’t need a college girl, I need and want you, Mom.”

“Oh, Tommy,” Sandy started to reply.

“Mom, I have been away for almost three months now, and the main reason I left wasn’t because of the scholarship or education, it was to let me sort out what I feel for you, and have felt for a very long time. If anything, these past three months have convinced me that if anything, losing you, or going on with my life, without you in it, is not what I want. And, I am going to do everything in my power to convince you, to show you that my love, my desires, my want and need for you is not only genuine, but is a love that can and will meet the test of time.”

“What happened last night, what we shared last night could have only happened if you have some of the same feelings I have. Maybe you didn’t realize it at first, that’s why I tried to get you to think about things the other night so that when and if something happened, you would at least have been in touch with some of those emotions, some of those feelings and, well, we could take things from there.”

Sandy was amazed at his grasp of the situation, and how what he not only had gone through but how he was so mature and forth right in his thinking. “Tommy,” Sandy tried one last time, “It’s not that I didn’t enjoy it, or that I haven’t reveled in the feelings and longings you have ignited in me. It’s just, well as your mom, I can’t help but feel that it’s not right, a relationship between us would be, if not ethically, certainly morally wrong. Can you understand that?”

“Mom, we are two mature, grown adults, and what we want, who we want, isn’t, and shouldn’t be, anybody’s business but our own. I don’t tell others how to live, or who they should live with but as for me and my life, I know what I want, I know who I want, and that is to spend my days living with, and loving, you. Don’t say another word. Just tell me you’ll think about it. I won’t call again until I come home next week. That should give you plenty of time to sort things over, think things through, and then, we can take it from there. Okay?”

“Oh, Tommy,” Sandy stammered, “I really don’t know what to say now, I feel so confused. But yes, for now, I promise you I will think things over, and then when you come home, we can sit down, talk them through, and come to some kind of resolution.”

“I can’t ask for anything more than that, Mom, take care.”

And with that said, Tommy disconnected his phone.

Sandy had a long, fitful night of precious little sleep. Her dreams alternated between hot, lustful passions and eternal condemnations from on high for her foray with her son. When she finally decided to call it a night she dreaded what lay before her. It was Wednesday and her day to pick up Jenny and go to the gym. She could call and try and beg out of it, but she knew that wouldn’t stop Jenny from either calling or coming over to find out the ‘latest.’ So begrudgingly she put herself together and headed out the door.

Jenny had not even closed the car door before she burst. “Well?”

Feigning ignorance, Sandy echoed her friend, “Well, what?”

“Don’t play that game with me Sandy,” Jenny scolded her, “You know quite well what. What’s the latest on the home front?”

Sandy sighed and then responded, “We’ve chatted, and agreed to sit down and talk things over next week when Tommy gets home from school.”

“Chat? Talk?” an exasperated Jenny replied, “That boy wants to be over you like an elementary kid on a new monkey bar on the playground. What’s there to talk about, either you’re in or you’re out.”

“Oh, Jenny, it’s not as easy as that and you know it,” an equally exasperated Sandy countered. “He’s my son, I’m his mother, and such things aren’t right. Are they?”

“If you’re asking me to be your social conscience you already know where I stand. Hell, welcome him back, use him, play with him and see where it goes. If nothing else you’ll be getting ‘some’, and dare I say a quality ‘some’, and who knows? Who cares what you choose to do in the privacy of your own home. You are both adults, and I am sure, mother and son aside, you will both handle things in a mature, adult manner. Who knows, ” and here Jenny leaned over and put her hand on Sandy’s right thigh, slowly moving up and down the inside, drawing ever near, ”Maybe, just maybe, you’ll decide to share.”

“Jenny!” Sandy exclaimed, “What, what are you thinking?”

“Well,” a rather demure Jenny responded, not lessening her playing with Sandy’s inner thigh, “If you decide not to have a relationship with Tommy, I’m dead serious about wanting to try, and fill the void. I have had some incredible, orgasmic pleasures ever since you first talked with me, and some even better ones involving you and me sharing him.”

Jenny cast a glance at her friend hardly believing what she had just heard. “I’m serious, Sandy,” Jenny said staring directly into her wide open eyes, “Dead serious.”

Sandy was glad that the trip to the gym was relatively short as she couldn’t quite think of anything to say as a response to what Jenny had just unloaded. She pulled the car into a spot and jumped out of the car and hurried towards the door with Jenny right on her heels. “Think about it, Sandy, keep an open mind, and think.”

As she went through her warm ups and exercises Jenny did just that. Think. Jenny touching her had not been an issue. They had shared some moments of intimacy together, initially the result of an evening of a bit too much wine and flipping through cable late one night to see clips and pieces of porn shows. They found that they enjoyed one another and had spent several more times together sharing and pleasuring one another. But this, oh man, this was a whole new level and playing field Sandy wouldn’t have thought of in her wildest imaginings. Throughout the morning and on the ride home Jenny kept dropping hints and barbs about Tommy, her, and Jenny, such that when Sandy finally got home she was completely flustered.

“Now, not only am I thinking about my son, but him possibly having an affair with my best friend or maybe even, the two of us.”

The day seemed to drag all the longer as she continued to battle urges, feelings, thoughts and recriminations, but finally the evening arrived and Sandy made her way to bed. So boxed and bottled, she stripped naked, reached into her nightstand searching for her ever popular silver bullet and began a slow, languished affair with her favorite toy.

She thought about Tommy, what it might be like and brought herself to a climactic finish. As she felt her first orgasm wane she found herself thinking about Jenny and her having Tommy, and to her surprise she was rewarded with an even more intense climax. But when she came down from that high, she found herself thinking about the two of them, and Tommy, and she proceeded to ratchet up an orgasmic frenzy that almost equaled what she had experienced the other night with Tommy over the phone.

Spent and exhausted, Sandy soon fell asleep and woke up the next morning more refreshed and invigorated than she had for the past several nights. She made her way to the kitchen, where the coffee waited and pouring her a cup slumped down onto a chair.

Tommy was due home late Tuesday night and for Sandy the days simply couldn’t pass fast enough. Not only did her vexations continue, but Jenny had decided to be her ‘moral guide’ and between the crawling of the time, her confusion, and Jenny’s pontificating, Sandy was about done in. The last thing Jenny said as she jumped out of the car Monday was “Call me when you can,” leaving her with a devilish smile of lewd and lascivious proportions.

Sandy spent the afternoon continuing to mull over what to say, what to do, and how to handle his arrival. Tommy had kept his word and not called, even on their regular night to let her know what time he might get home. Because of classes, tests, and having to pack his room Sandy figured it would be late. Not really settled anymore in her mind’s eye Sandy retired to her bedroom where she undressed, then pausing for a few minutes, continued to strip herself naked. She put her sheer blue robe at the end of the bed, giving her a glimpse into the subconscious workings of her mind, and her heart.

Every car that passed, every noise outside the house had her up and reaching for her robe. But though there were many cars and a lot of noise, none of them were Tommy. Soon sleep overcame her and she fell asleep, naked, on top of her bed.

*******

Sandy made her way quietly around the kitchen, and smiled as she passed the mud room. There, in two neat piles was Tommy’s dirty laundry, and conspicuous on top of the pile nearest the doorway was her cum crusted light blue panties. She reached down and pulled them towards her, lifting them near, to smell. It was like an aphrodisiac and she felt a nervous excitement running through her body. They were damp, sticky, like they had been very recently used, and Sandy was overwhelmed by a desire to have his scent washed over her. She ran the sticky wetness over her breasts, down her midriff, and buried them between her now aching legs. Vigorously she worked them between her lips, and soon she was jerking to and fro with from an intense climax.

She steadied herself on the dryer, and wondered, if maybe Tommy had used them, after seeing her, naked on her bed last night when he got home. “Oh I hope so,” she thought to herself.

Sandy got one load ready, and started the wash then made her way back into the kitchen for some more coffee. She had picked up the panties, and as she sat on her chair, she thought of Tommy and teased herself with them. Sandy tried to map out what was going to happen this morning, what to say, and how to handle things. She felt a bit guilt having fallen asleep naked, knowing Tommy would think maybe, but then wasn’t that what she was really thinking, just not wanting to admit it to herself? Why else would she have stripped herself naked, left her ‘self’ so easily disposed and alluring.

So many long and tortuous days had passed so excruciatingly slowly and yet. Sandy was no clearer in her mind’s eye as when she first told Tommy they needed to talk. Tommy’s sensible maturity, Jenny’s ceaseless badgering, and her own winsome longing and loneliness, oh God, what to do.

She heard some shuffling down the hall and knew Tommy was heading for the bathroom. When she heard the shower come on she thought it best to slip down the hall to her room, get some clothes on, and then see if Tommy might want some breakfast. But Sandy came up short in the hallway as she drew near the bathroom. The door was partially open, whether by accident or design, and Sandy got her first real look at the budding man her son had become. Her first thought was when did my ‘little boy’ grow up? He had only been gone a little over three months but over that time he had really changed. But then, her thoughts were not as erotically deigned as they were now. She scanned his lean, athletic body and now understood Jenny’s desires.

Her thoughts became much more prurient and exotic as she let her eyes drop to his now firm and erect manhood. She let her pent up lustful feelings loose, her body was tight, alternating currents of heat and desire ran rampant. She stood, transfixed, staring at his body, his manhood, and watched in fascination as Tommy soaped up his very hard rod, and slowly began to stroke himself.

She started towards the door, she wanted desperately to touch him, to help him, to feel his throbbing monster and his tantalizing body next to her, but something held her back. She listened, as Tommy began to moan, softly he whispered her name, and then he brought himself to a shattering climax and Sandy watched in fascination as load after load of his thick spunk shot into the air.

She retreated towards the kitchen, having forgotten her initial reason for being in the hall and waited. Several minutes passed and she heard Tommy make his way back into his room. More than a little disappointed that he hadn’t come to the kitchen or greeted her yet this morning, Sandy plotted. She went into the mud room, put the first load of clothes into the dryer and started the second load. Then she headed back down the hall.

Taking her cue from Tommy, Sandy left the bathroom door slightly ajar as she stepped inside, and shirked off her robe. Setting the water she stepped inside, determined to present herself in a most lascivious fashion. She took her time letting the hot water run over her. As it did, Sandy thought about their conversation the other night, “I can see you Mom…Naked, in the shower…damn Mom you’re so fine…”

“Can you see me now, Tommy,” Sandy wondered as she lathered herself, “Are you watching me now,” she whispered.

She took her time, fondling and cuddling her breasts, again hearing Tommy’s voice, “… Curvaceous, sexy, such great breasts...and I love the landing strip above your lips…so damn sexy.” A s she found her inner thighs and g arden, she let her arousal quicken, thinking back to how amazing Tommy had been while showering.

She gushed as her antics brought her to fruition, so hard was her climax she needed to put out her arm and steady herself before letting the water once again run over her, rinsing away the soap. As she stepped out onto the carpet, dripping wet, searching for a towel she felt disappointment waft over her. She had hoped that maybe Tommy would take her offer and, well… But Sandy soon found reason to smile when she noticed the door had been fully opened, letting her know that what she had hoped, in part, had come to pass. Tommy at least had been interested enough to watch her.

As she toweled herself off, lost in thoughts of the next move, she thought she heard Tommy calling. Stepping out into the hall, she did hear Tommy, and yes, he was calling, “Mommy, ohhh Mommy.”

She stepped across the hall and poked her head just inside his door. She was glad she hadn’t said anything, for when she looked inside, Tommy was lying on his bed, sheets partially pulled up and Sandy was once again given an insight to her son, his needs, but better yet, his desire.

The air was electric, filled with erotic passions that Sandy thought had long ago been left behind. She could see the tenting of the sheet his manhood formed, watched him working his wondrous cock, vigorously, as he kept repeating, “Mom, oh God Mom…”

The time for words was long past, it was time for actions to speak louder than words. so Sandy discarded her towel in the hall and quickly, quietly made her way across the room. She knelt at his bed, slipping her hands under the sheet, placing them above his, and slowly began to work the throbbing member she had only just dreamed about but now, now had time to know, to pleasure, to experience.

She slipped away the sheet, tilted the massive rod towards her, and lowered her mouth over him. She felt his hand on the back of her head, gently guiding her and she knew…she knew. They were stepping over bounds, traversing deep waters, and there could be, would be, no turning back.

Sandy greeted her son’s thick mushroom head with her tongue and was rewarded with a thick, overflowing of precum. She sucked on his head for several seconds inducing more of his sweet nectar to tantalize her tastebuds. She then lightly closed her teeth just beneath his crown and slowly worked up and down the length of his throbbing, hard monster. She couldn’t believe not only his length, but girth, so arousing. Tommy showed his appreciation by grasping the side of his bed with either hand and groaning loudly, “Oh Mom, fuck, Mom.”

Sandy slipped one hand on his hairy chest, and coddled his balls with the other as she continued to massage his meat with her mouth. As she worked his rod, deeper, and deeper into her mouth she took him, and when she though she had maxed out he roared, “I’m cumming, dear God, Mom, I’m cumming.” Sandy not only welcomed his spunk but was amazed at the copious amounts of his golden seed. Two, three, four, she lost count of the number of loads he delivered, and though she tried valiantly to take all he gave her, soon it was overflowing, running down her chin andTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.