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It was an early Tuesday evening, and a fine one at that, when my twenty-two year old son came home from a shift of work.

A gust of chill November air blew through the door as he stepped inside, and half turned to close the door behind him. Bruno, the family dog, was the first to greet him, a plush a****l in his muzzle, muffling his happy greeting growls. I could tell by the set of Shailesh’s face that he had had a hard day, but Bruno always brings a smile to my beautiful son’s face. He knelt down and ruffed Bruno’s fur and rubbed his ears the way the dog loves, making low growling noises in the back of his throat in return to the Bruno’s. Bruno trotted back over to where I lay on the couch, TV momentarily forgotten, and plopped down on the floor next to me.

Bruno’s a momma’s boy, just like my sweet son. Twenty-two years old and still so loving towards others. Amazing, considering the hell his father has put him through.

His father and I divorced when he was a baby, but his father won custody over him through trickery and lies. Years went by, and my son finally came around once he learned the truth. He’s been with living with me for a couple years, and the changes he’s made are amazing. He’s grown in so many ways, but will always be my little boy. Even the uniform of a State Park Ranger with a gun on his hip can’t change that for me.

“Hard night, sweetie? Come and sit a bit, you look like you need to get off those feet for a bit.” I said.

“Sounds like a darn good ideer ma, let me grab a beer first, and get rid of this iron.” He said in a Texas drawl, gesturing at his hip, a hint of a devilish grin touching the corner of his mouth as he turned down the hallway, towards his bedroom.

“Want a beer,?” I called out to him. Knowing the answer before the question was even out of my lips, already getting up and going to the kitchen to get one for him. The look on his face as he had opened the house door was all the answer I needed.
I was back on the couch waiting for him with a beer in my hand when he came back out, his weapon and day stuff put away. His shirt was un-tucked and unbuttoned, but otherwise was still in uniform.

He stood in front of the sofa for a moment and stretched his back, which popped in a short quick succession before sitting next to me, taking the offered beer.

“Thanks mom, I was looking forward to a drink the entire ride home. Hell, half the day, for that matter.”

“Bad day, huh? What’s up, hon?” I asked, hiding my concern as I flicked off the TV and tossed the remote aside before turning to face him.

“Nothin’ much, just had to deal with a drunk beating on his wife. Fucking prick, I wanted to break his jaw, and damn near had to before the cops could get there to haul his ass away.” His sigh told me the rest, that it was a bad one. He loves his career as a park ranger, but I still felt bad that he has to deal with such slime.

“Is she going to be okay?” I asked, moving a bit closer, and resting my hand on his leg, giving a gentle squeeze.

“Yeah, she’ll be fine. Bumps and bruises, nothing broken, but the physical injury isn’t what concerns me. Every blow just lowers her self-worth lower and lower. I wish I could offer her more help. At least she didn’t have any k**s to witness that, thank god.”

Switching his beer from his right hand to his left, his now free hand resting on mine, taking a long draft of his Corona.

“Dinner will be ready soon,” I mentioned, turning the conversation to a lighter direction. “Build up an appetite protecting the forest and the beavers?”

A wicked grin flashed across his face as he took a sip, and then lightly commented, “I’m not permitted to interact with beavers while on duty, ma, but yeah the forest is safe enough, and I could eat.”

“Shailesh!!” I cried out, and smacked his leg as he laughed heartily. I couldn’t help but join him in his laughter.
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Shailesh and I have a very close relationship. We’re as much best friends as we are mother and son, and we’re comfortable talking about most anything. We’re closer than most families, I think, and I wouldn’t change it for the world. I love that he feels so comfortable around me. He talks to me about everything; his work, girlfriends, and dreams are frequent topics, and him walking around home in nothing but his underwear is a common sight. I briefly wondered if I’d get to see him that way tonight, then quickly brushed the thought aside, putting it down to nothing more than pride at creating such a gorgeous body.

“Why don’t you go take a shower? Dinner should be ready by the time you get out, and we can eat together.” I suggested. “It might do some good, help loosen up those muscles, relax you a bit.”

“Sounds like a plan. Care to join me?” grinning that devilish grin of his again, making me laugh.

“You nut!” laughing as I turned to go into the kitchen to set the small table, wondering why the offer sent a shiver down my spine. I quickly forgot about it as I went about setting the table. As I was placing the two dishes on the table, I heard his bedroom door open and looked up in time to catch the sight of him in his underwear walking toward the bathroom.

My eyes took in his form like they always do. A quick sweep of his body, taking in the tanned, firm flesh, the curve of his hips and tight buns flexing as he walked, down his legs and back up again.
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Motherly pride. I told myself once the bathroom door was shut and the vision slowly faded from my minds inner eye.

Fifteen minutes later, I heard the shower turn off, and dished up dinner for the both of us. As I was setting his plate down at his setting, he emerged clad in only his underwear, and headed right to me. My eyes caught at his crotch, the outline of his package clear to the eye in his tight fitting briefs. The look was more out of reflex than desire, and I was embarrassed to feel my cheeks flushing.

“You ok mom?” my son asked, pulling his chair out and sitting down across from me.

“Yep, fine-o. Have a good shower, hon? You look better. Smell better, too.” Giving him an evil look of my own.

“Oh gee, thanks ma! Nice to know you approve my present body odor.” He shot back, and reached under the table and pinched my leg, bringing a yelp and a smile from me.

We ate in comfortable silence, and afterward he helped with the dishes.

“Your sister is coming up this weekend” I said, ending the silence.

“Oh yeah? She gonna spend the night?” he asked, as he fed Bruno a leftover scrap.

“Yep. You still have the weekend off, right?”

“Sure do, unless they call me in at the last second. I doubt that will happen though.”

“Good! Be ready to party then, baby! By the way, check the cupboard above the stove” I told him, giving him a poke in the back before turning back to the sink.

“Cool, we were outta rum, I was going to pick up a bottle on the way home but I forgot. Glad I did now!”

I had gone shopping that day, and picked up all the makings for some fine rum punches.

My daughter is twenty-five and has her own apartment down in the city, and spends the weekend up with his every other week or so.

“Hey mom, I’m gonna go lay down for a bit. My back hurts like hell, and I seriously need to get off my feet for a bit. Is there anything you need done before I do?”

“Nope, I’m fine sweetie. Are you all right? Anything I can do to help?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine… would you mind rubbing my back a bit for me? Maybe it’ll put me to sleep. I’m wiped out.”

“You bet. C’mon cutie, in bed with you!” I commanded as I pushed him towards his room.

He flopped down in his bed without bothering to turn the light on, and I had him roll over onto his belly. I went past his room and entered my own, and pulled a bottle of heating massage oil out of my nightstand drawer, then returned to his room and sat on the bed next to him. I poured some of the oil into my hand and warmed it up with my skin and breath, before gently rubbing it over his bare back and shoulders, until I had covered those entire areas with warm oil.

I began to rub and knead his stiff muscles with the balls of my thumbs, bringing a sigh of pleasure from my son. I continued to massage his back, my hands working all the way from his shoulders down to the waistband of his underwear, and back up again.

After a while of this, his breathing evened out and slowed, and I realized he had fallen asleep. My hands slid up and down his back slowly, fingers splayed out, caressing him as he slept. My fingers touched the waistband of his undies, and I paused there.

It’s just a massage… besides, he’s my baby, I made him, I gave birth to him, there’s no harm in just going a bit lower. It’s not like it’s his penis, after all. I told myself.

I gripped the waistband and very slowly started to pull them down, being careful not to disturb him. The thundering of blood in my ears drowned out the sound of my son’s soft breathing, my heart pounding hard enough to make me fear it would burst in my chest. I realized my lips were parted and I was breathing in through my mouth, in a near pant. I continued to pull his last piece of clothing down, until his rear was completely exposed to me. I kept sliding them down, and off, knowing he sleeps in the nude.

I added more oil to my hands, and warmed it for him. I reached down, my hands trembling slightly, and I flicked a glance up at the side of his face to make sure he was asleep. That confirmed, my hands finished the journey that seemed to have begun an hour ago and touched his firm, tanned cheeks. My mind filed this fact away for later, and I took a deep, steadying breath, then began to caress up and down over his cheeks, coating them entirely in a sheen of oil. I slowly massaged his butt, relishing the feel of those gorgeous cheeks under my hands. He felt so wonderful, looked so sexy, so inviting. I slowly slipped the tip of my index finger up the length of his crack, and back down, the tip of my finger slipping in between his cheeks easily because of the oil. I stroked back up again, my finger sinking in a little deeper, and brushed against the hidden hole. Shailesh moaned softy in his sleep, surprising me, making me jerk my hand back.

I sat stone still, in fear that he had woken up, and waited, counting to fifty silently to myself, my eyes glued to his face. After I had reached fifty, I did the silent count again, just to make sure, then slowly slid my finger back into the crack of his rear. I watched his face intently as my finger once again found his soft little hole, and I began to massage it ever so softly. Shailesh groaned softly, and shifted position in his sleep, his legs spreading a little, seeming to invite me inside him. My eyes traveled down to the cleft in his legs, and I saw that his movements had freed his balls to my view. I groaned softly, my lips suddenly painfully dry. I licked my lips, and gazed over his smooth, soft balls. I was shocked to see that they were completely hairless.

Does my little baby boy shave himself? How interesting… I wonder if the rest of him is like this? I thought to myself, eyes tracing over everything; his smooth, soft looking balls, which seemed to be aching for a tongue to lick them, to his firm rear, shiny with oil, my finger buried in his cheeks, the tip lightly massaging his tight hole. I gasped in air between my teeth as realization struck me.

Shiny! Oh shit, that oil is going to be there when he wakes up, and he’ll know I didn’t stop at this back! My heart seemed to stop for a moment when I realized just what I had done. Oh my god… its not just over his cheeks, it’s inside them as well! He’ll know his mother was fingering his ass as he slept! Oh good lord what did I do…

In a stupor, I carefully stood and covered his now naked body with his comforter, then quickly left his bedroom, shutting the door behind me. I went across the hall, my bare feet brushing over the carpet, and entered my own room, shutting that door as well. I suddenly wanted a lot of space between us.

Fear, doubts, and confusion were battling for supremacy in my mind. I quickly disrobed and climbed into my bed, and lay there for a while before I was finally able to drift off to sleep, my last waking thoughts filled with concern that my son would find out and hate me like he hates his father.

That morning I woke to a sunny, chilly morning, the sound of birds singing out the arrival of a new day to all the world.

I quickly got out of bed, and headed to the shower. I took a long one, basking in the hot water. After what was surely half an hour, I turned off the tap and stepped out, drying myself off quickly. I pulled on my terrycloth robe that my darling son had given me one day as a “just because” gift, and opened my bedroom door. I peeked down the hall, and saw that Shailesh’s door stood open, telling me that he was up and about. I took several deep breaths, collected myself, and forced myself down the hall, past the living room, and into the kitchen, where I knew he would be.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee permeated the air, and the sizzling of bacon met my ears. There was a setting for two on the small cherry wood and oak table, and my son was standing at the stove, attending to a pan of scrambled eggs. The toaster popped up, golden brown toast ready.

“Wow! This is nice hon, thank you! How long have you been up?” I casually asked him as I leaned against the counter next to him, aiming for an appropriate level of nonchalant and hoping I wasn’t overdoing it.

“Not too long, ’bout an hour. I started breakfast when I heard the shower quit. How’d you sleep, ma?” he asked as he flashed me a bright smile that melts my heart.

“Shailesh, so-so. How ’bout you, sweetie?”

“Like a rock, thanks to that awesome massage you gave me. Thanks mom, I really enjoyed that. Maybe I can pay you back some time?”

That grin again. The one I can never seem to see through.

Does he know what I did? Is he referring to that? Or was it all an innocent massage to him? Only one way to play this through… act natural; I have no choice. Look enthusiastic.

“Hell yes, that’s one favor you can pay back any time, as often as you’d like!” I exclaimed, and gave him a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“That a promise? I’ll hold you to it if it is ya know!”

Was that a wink?

“Absolutely that’s a promise! Need any help with breakfast?”

“Nope, I got it all under control little lady, just sit your tush down and I’ll handle the rest.”

So I seated myself at the table and let my boy serve me breakfast, all the while fragments of our short conversation repeating in my mind, trying to decide if he knew or not. But if he knew, why would he play so innocent?

Maybe he’s afraid that if I know that he knows, it’ll ruin our relationship, and he doesn’t want that any more than I do. That makes sense. Maybe he does know, and is willing to let it go, maybe has already forgiven me. I’m only human after all, and he knows full well I haven’t had a boyfriend in years. Maybe it’s time I go out and get laid. Just a one-night stand, to take the edge off.

We had a nice breakfast, and after a while I was able to clear my mind of guilty thoughts. We talked about our plans for the day, my son having a noon to nine pm shift, and me having an eight am to five pm shift at the hospital. I’m a pediatric nurse, and have steady shifts at our local hospital.

Afterward, I cleaned up the few dishes left that my son hadn’t already taken care of, and chatted with him for a bit before I had to get dressed. As I was in my room changing, I heard the shower start. The thought of him in the next room, naked and glistening wet with hot water sent a shiver down my spine and into my loins. It was suddenly very tempting to join him. I hadn’t seen him naked since he was a baby, and I was very curious how much he had grown in the years since. Does he have a dark patch of pubic hair above his undoubtedly lovely penis, or was it shaven?

Maybe just trimmed neatly, I thought to myself. While he was comfortable around me in nothing but his underwear, he was very careful not to be seen totally nude. It occurred to me that he might not have very much experience with women. He had never brought a girl home, and to my knowledge has never gone out on a date. He hasn’t shown much interest in finding a girlfriend; all his energy has been directed to his career and helping to take care of me. The thought made me feel guilty, that I should be the soul benefiter of his attention.

He’s much too sweet and loving to be confined to having his mother be the only female influence in his life, I thought to myself. All his girlfriends have been Internet relationships. Maybe I should encourage him to get out there and hit the dating scene. I’m sure he has no trouble pleasing the ladies with a body like that, and more importantly, he’s so self-sacrificing. I’m sure that follows him into the bedroom as well. I bet he’d be an incredible lay.

This last shocked me out of my thoughts. Was I just picturing making love to my son??

No, of course not. Just motherly pride at having a son that would be so attentive in all aspects of his life.

I looked down at myself and saw that I had buttoned up my blouse crookedly, my thoughts had distracted me so. I felt my face flush as I hurriedly fixed the buttons, and took a step towards the dresser to retrieve my pants, when I felt a warm, slick sensation between my thighs. I paused, then slowly slid my hand down into the crotch of my white cotton panties, the ones with the frills along the waistband, and gingerly felt myself.

Good god, I’m soaking wet. I marveled at myself. Did my dirty thoughts of my son get me so turned on?

I stood there a moment, my thoughts a jumble of incoherent babblings, insisting that this was wrong, so very wrong, but then again it’s just a fantasy, and fantasies can’t hurt, can they? but when did it turn into a fantasy I thought it was just motherly pride, right?

Yes, of course that’s all it is, I’m just under-sexed and need some release and my mind is grasping at any stimulus it finds, that’s all it is. I just need to get some release, and then everything will be just fine. I glanced at the clock, and did a quick estimation. Yes, I’ve got time for a quick one. Just a quick one then I can get rid of these thoughts and go about my day just like I always have.

I quickly stripped my panties off, and brought them close to my face, looking at the crotch of them closely, and gave them an experimental sniff.

God, these are soaked right through. I’ll have to put on a fresh pair, after.

I tossed them onto the hamper next to the door, and stretched out on my big, king-sized bed, eyes closing as I allowed my hands to roam my body. The palms of my hands slid down my sides, and over the swell of my full hips, one of my favorite features of my body.

I am by no means a vain person, but I do allow myself to take pride in my body, at least to a small degree. I’ve given birth to two c***dren, yet still see the eyes of strange men on the street taking in my appearance in a gaze that is something more than simply casual interest. I’m not a bombshell, I’ll be the first to admit that, but I’m no ugly tramp either. I enjoy the feel of their eyes roaming my five-foot-eight-inch body, can almost physically feel their eyes linger on my thirty-six C breasts. I am full-blooded Italian, moved to the US with my parents when I was a c***d, no more than 6 years old at the most. I allow my deep auburn hair to grow long, down to the middle of my back. I find it accentuates my hips, and I’ve been told my jade-green eyes are enthralling.

My fingers brushed lightly over my smooth belly, and slowly up over my chest, caressing my breasts softly through the fabric of my blouse. I wanted to take my time and do it right, but the imaginary ticking of a clock pushed me onward, reminding me that this was going to have to be quick or I would be late for work. I slipped one hand up into my blouse, and underneath my bra, my fingers finding my nipple already erect. I toyed with it, pinching softly, lightly rolling it between my thumb and forefinger, and tilting my head to the side as I did. My eyes squeezed shut tighter as my other hand slid down between my thighs and found my moist, furry mound. I slid the tip of my finger up over the outer lips of my labia, and sighed in quiet pleasure at the touch.

I slipped my finger up and down over myself slowly, several times, spreading the wetness and coating my finger with it, and then spread my lips apart, shuddering at the cool air making contact with the sensitive inner flesh. I began to insert my finger when I heard the shower turn off. No more than ten minutes had passed since I began to play, and I was expecting his shower to last a bit longer. My finger paused half inside my sex, and considered my options. I opted to continue on. I needed this too badly, and besides, he wasn’t the type to barge in unannounced. My finger resumed its previous course, sliding in deeper, until I had the length of it inside me. I slowly pulled it out, giving a soft moan as I did, and slid it back in, accompanied by a second finger, stretching me open a bit more, and making me shudder.

My fingers slowly pushed in and out of me for a few minutes, as I withered on the bed, my hips rising and falling in time with my hand, humping my fingers. My other hand continued to massage my breasts and tweak my nipples, first one and then the other, giving equal attention to each. My breathing was beginning to speed up, coming in longer, deeper pants, and the thumb of the hand buried between my legs brushed over my clit as I thrust my fingers deep inside of myself. I cried out, lifted my legs into the air and brushed it again, which sent lightning bolts cascading up and down my spine. The movements of my hips gained momentum, and I pinched my right nipple again, only harder this time. Much harder. I had to bite down on the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming as my muscles contracted around my fingers as I climaxed, spilling a small amount of copious, pearly-white fluid.

I lay there, panting, trying to reclaim my breath and waiting for my legs to stop trembling. I raised my wet fingers before my face, and looked about me for something to clean myself off with. The hell with it, why not? It’s all the rage in porno’s, after all. I thought to myself, and after a moments hesitation, licked my fingers clean of my own juices. I was a little surprised to find that it wasn’t as horrible a taste as I had expected, and licked both fingers clean, even returning to my very wet mound for more to taste. After a few short minutes, I reopened my eyes for the first time. They caught on the door, standing slightly ajar. My breath hitched in my throat and I nearly cried out in dismay. Did Shailesh see me? Did he see his mother furiously fingering herself, a hand buried in her blouse as well as her crotch, legs hanging in the air like a whore waiting for a customer?

Oh lord; did he see me lick myself clean afterward?

And what was that tingle in my loins just then? Did the thought actually turn me on?

God help me, what am I doing?

I quickly got out of bed, and pulled on a fresh pair of panties, not noticing the dark stain spreading across the front of them from my still went crotch. I pulled on my white nurses slacks, buttoned them up, and turned to the laundry hamper, intending to bury the soiled panties deeply, where they wouldn’t be exposed until I could find time to do the wash. However, they were gone. The door was ajar, and my soiled pair of panties, which I remember very vividly tossing onto the hamper top, were gone. I checked behind the hamper, just to be certain they hadn’t fallen behind, but as I had feared, they were nowhere to be found. My son had indeed seen me, perhaps stood there watching me the entire time, and had departed with my panties as a trophy.

Why would he do such a thing? Why stand there watching his mother masturbate, then steal her soiled panties? Is he…? I quickly swept the thought aside before it could fully formulate.

No, he couldn’t be interested in me. Why would he be? I’m his mother, and there are plenty of prettier women out there that would be plenty happy to be the target of his affections, as well as his manhood. It must be a warning. A subtle way of saying he knows.

I felt horrible that I had intruded on his privacy in such a way.

I’ll find a way to make it up to him, I thought to myself as I continued to finish preparing to leave for work. I’ll have his favorite dinner ready for him when he gets home. It’s not much, but it’s a start. Maybe I’ll go get him that new video card he’s been wanting for his computer.

I left my room, and was passing Shailesh’s bedroom door when I paused for a moment. The door was ajar, as was mine when I was masturbating. I peeked in, but he wasn’t in there. I caught sight of my panties on his bed, however. My heart began to beat harder, and I pulled my eyes away and forced myself to move on before he caught me looking. I turned the corner into the living room to retrieve my purse, and saw my son sitting on the couch watching some TV. I steeled myself, and walked past him to where my purse was sitting on the far end of the sofa.

“You’re running a little late, mom.” Shailesh told me casually. “You ok? You look a little ill. Was the bacon cooked enough? I didn’t get you sick did I?”

The look of concern on his face was so sincere that it pained my heart. I realized the truth then, that he didn’t take my panties as a warning. He didn’t know that I knew he did. I know my son. He can’t lie for beans. A look that sincere meant that it absolutely was.

He doesn’t know I caught him. He thinks he got away scott free with my panties.

I manufactured a smile in the hopes of setting him at ease, and told him that I was all right, just a little queasy. “Women stuff,” I told him. I should have known better than to try to lie to him. There’s no way to fake emotions with that boy. He could sense them so easily; it almost seemed to be a sixth-sense.

“C’mon mom, what’s up, really? Tell me, please? You know you can talk to me about anything, just like I know I can talk to you about anything.”

And I almost did tell him, then. He has a way of disarming me that is eerie. I was saved from having to embarrass us both, though, at least for the time being. I was going to be late for work if I didn’t get out of the door soon, and this conversation would take much longer than a minute or two.

“Hon, I can’t right now, I need to get out of here or I’ll be late. I’m sorry… later, ok?”

“Promise?” he asked, looking at me with such honest caring that I couldn’t help but smile for real, and leaned down to give him a close hug and a quick kiss.

“I promise, sweetie. I gotta go now, you be good and have a good day at work, ok? And be careful, please!”

“You too ma. I love you, and I’ll see you tonight.” He said, returning the hug and kiss, and adding a pinch to my bottom for good measure, making me giggle.

I picked my keys up off the entryway table and opened the door, before I remembered Bruno.

“Oh, hon! Would you feed and take Bruno out for a walk for me, please? I totally forgot.” The sound of his name brought Bruno out of Shailesh’s room, where he normally sleeps, and the sound of “food” and “walk” got his tail wagging so fiercely that it seemed in danger of breaking off.

“You bet mom. I’ll take care of the big guy, no worries. See ya later.”

And with a final pat to Bruno’s big head, I stepped outside, shut the door behind me, and headed off to work.

I had feared that the day would drag on, but I was pleasantly surprised to see the end of my shift arrive much sooner than I had anticipated. On my way home, I stopped by CompUSA and picked up the video card my son had been drooling over, which cost over five hundred smackeroo’s. I had been planning on getting it for him for Christmas, but it looks like I’d have to come up with a different gift for that. From there I visited the grocery store and purchased the makings of his favorite meal. Once home, I began the meal and set it in the oven to cook, then went about wrapping his gift. I kept an eye on the clock all evening, watching it tick inexorably toward my son’s arrival. I fed Bruno and petted him for a bit while he ate. I left the kitchen and went to my room, where I changed out of my nurses uniform.

Once comfortable in loose-fitting P.J.’s, I returned to the living room, and sat on the sofa where I mindlessly channel-surfed, my thoughts turned toward my son. I was nervous about how the impending conversation would go, even with the gifts stacked in my favor.

Bruno finished his dinner, and came over to where I sat, and lay down next to my bare feet. I reached down and gave him a gentle pat, then stood and went into the kitchen to attend to dinner.

I was just putting a heaping plate at Shailesh’s usual seat when I heard the door open, and couldn’t help a small smile at how predictable my son was.

“Hey hon, good timing, dinners just on the table. Come on in and have a bite to eat with me.” I called out to him.

He walked into the room, at the first thing I noticed was the set of his face. He had a nervous, crooked smile, and he spoke quickly before I could say anything else.

“Don’t worry mom, ok? I’m fine, I swear, it wasn’t bad, just a few stitches, ok?”

Even before he could start speaking, my eyes had left his and spotted the white bandage sticking partially out of the collar of his uniform. A hint of crimson was stained in the otherwise clean cloth.

“Shailesh!! What happened? Are you ok?” I nearly shrieked as I ran towards him, his outstretched hands stopping me from colliding into him. He took me in a warm embrace, and then gently pushed me back so he could look at me.

“Like I said mom, I’m fine. We had a bit of trouble, but I took care of it. It’s nothing ma, I was lucky as hell. If the guy were sober, he would’ve killed me. In the state he was in, he was lucky he hit me at all. The bullet went clean through, and hit nothing but meat.”

I interrupted him there, my eyes bulging in their sockets, my face pale as curdled milk.

“Bullet? Someone shot you? Why? What happened? Did you go to the hospital?” I don’t think I would have stopped there if he hadn’t put a finger to my lips, shushing me.

“Yeah, someone was hunting i*****lly and wasn’t happy when I tried to take him into custody. He didn’t seem to believe me that he wasn’t allowed to hunt bears in a forest protected by the government. He shot, I shot, we both went down. I just got home from the hospital. I was there for a couple hours, it took them that long to clean out the wound, sew it up and slap a band-aid over it.”

“You shot him too? Oh god hon… you’ve never even had to draw that thing before, and now you had to use it?” I sighed in despair and hugged him tightly, bringing a yelp of pain from him. I quickly released him and backed up a step, flashing an apologetic smile.

“Yeah… only I was trained better, and sober on top of it. He didn’t get back up, mom. They’re going to need me down at the office tomorrow to answer some questions, fill out some paperwork.”

The amount of pain in his voice broke my heart. I pulled him back into my arms again, being more careful not to hurt him this time. We stood there, in the doorway to the kitchen, in a tight embrace for what seemed like hours, but what must have only been a couple minutes.

“I’m sorry sweetheart,” I whispered to him. “I’m so glad you’re alright.”

The realization of how close I came to losing my baby struck me, and I cried in his arms, as he was suddenly the one comforting me.

Once I had myself back under control, I stood back from him, holding his hands and smiling weakly up at him.

He’s so tall, my beautiful, sweet son, I thought to myself. And indeed he was tall, standing at six-foot-three.

“Come on hon, I bet you’re famished. I made your favorite, as it happens. Come, eat.” Taking his hand, and pulling him into the kitchen, letting him seat himself at the table.

Bruno had followed us, and was sitting at his usual spot, right beside Shailesh. He knew that’s where his best chance was at getting random bits of food from my son.

Half way through his meal, Shailesh noticed the colorfully wrapped package on the table.

“What’s that for?” he asked, gesturing at the package with his fork, an eyebrow cocked as we looked at me questioningly. “You didn’t have some psychic premonition about me or something, did you?”

I smiled at the mischievous look on his face, and pushed the package closer to him as I replied nervously.

“Nope, this is about something altogether different. It’s an apology gift, sweetie.”

“Apology gift? What could you have possibly done to be sorry for? You’re awesome, mom.” He reached over and gave my forearm a gentle squeeze, and smiled such a warm, loving smile that I felt all my worries slip away for a moment. The image of what I had done earlier came back to me however, and with it the worry.

Shailesh pushed his plate aside, and began unwrapping his gift. When he saw what was hidden underneath the merry paper (which consisted of bunches of party balloons with confetti raining all over, in a rainbow of metallic colors) he gave a cry of surprise, ripping the rest of the paper off and turning it over in his hands, checking the model, then giving me a shocked look.

“Holy shit mom, what the hell did you do, blow up my room?” he asked incredulously.

I couldn’t help but laugh, and scooted closer to him, sending Bruno scrambling out of my way.

I took one of his hands in mine, and looked at him levelly. I took a deep breath, and started the conversation I feared would wreck our happy friendship.

“I think you know, hon.”

He looked at me a moment, then hung his head, blushing a deep crimson.

“Hon, what do you have to be embarrassed about?” I asked him, puzzled. “I’m the one that was acting like a slut, not you. It’s not your fault you saw what you saw. I left the door open. I totally forgot about it. I’m so sorry hon.”

He looked up and saw the sincerity in my eyes, and visibly relaxed, at least a little bit.

“You weren’t acting like a slut, mom,” he told me strongly. “You were just doing what everyone else does. Even me.”

“Even you?” It was my turn to look at him mischievously. “By the way… I’m just curious, hon, but… what was it you wanted my panties for?”

He let his breath out in a big whoosh, sounding like he had just been sucker-punched. His eyes dropped to the gift resting on the table in front of him.

I’ll never forget the look he gave me next. The unspilled tears in the corners of his eyes, and his ashamed expression, looked to me like he expected to be cast out.

“It’s ok baby, you can tell me. Please? I would like to know,” I pressed gently.

“I don’t deserve this gift, mom… you should take it back, get your money back. I don’t deserve anything like this.” his eyes dropping back down to the table, avoiding making eye contact with me.

“Why on earth would you say that, hon? Please, tell me? I won’t hate you, I promise.”

I put my hand on his, and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “Why did you want my dirty panties, hon?”

His reply was too low for me to hear, and I had to ask him to repeat it twice before he could say it loud enough for me to understand.

“Because I fantasize about you,” he muttered. Those five words took my breath away, and sent a tingle down in my loin.

“You do, hon?” I asked softly, my hand still on his. All he could do was nod for a reply. “But what did you want with my panties, hon? Tell me, please?”

He looked up at me with a pained look, and I could tell he was terrified I would disown him, or something equally horrible. I gave him a nod, and he took a deep, steadying breath, then pressed on.

“I like your scent, mom.”

“Keep going hon, please. Tell me everything, don’t hold back, ok?” taking his other hand into mine, holding them both, my heart racing in my chest.

He likes to smell my panties. He likes the smell of my arousal.

“Alright… I like your smell. I like to feel your wetness, and I like to lick it, to taste you. I wrap the wet part around myself and… and… well, masturbate with them.”

My crotch was soaking. I could feel it saturating my panties.

Damn. That’s the second time today he’s been the reason I wet my panties with my juices.

I reached up and took his chin in my hand, and gently raised his face, making him look me in the eyes.

“How much of me did you see this morning, Shailesh?” I asked gently

“Um… lots. From when you were fingering yourself with just one finger, till you finished licking yourself clean.” He told me, blushing deeply.

“Oh boy…. You saw all that, huh?” his nod was all the answer I got. “Did you enjoy it?”

“Yes, mom… I masturbated with you… I, uh… came the same time you did.”

Again, that twinge in my crotch. I could feel my juices leaking out. Bruno could smell my arousal, judging by the way he was sniffing at me. I pushed him away, and moved closer to me son.

“What would you think of me if I told you that you were the one in my mind while I was pleasuring myself, sweetie?” I asked him, looking him dead in the eye.

“You were?” he asked, seemingly unbelieving.

I gave him a nod, and asked him if he really was interested in me, or if it was something else.

“It’s you, mom. I’ve wanted you for years. You’re so hot, and I love your personality. I fantasize about you every night.”

I was surprised, but not too shocked. I felt much the same way for him, after all, didn’t I?

I sat there for a moment, thinking hard and fast about the situation, then cast all fears aside and went for it.

I looked into his eyes, capturing his with my own, and while we gazed at each other, I took his hand and slowly put it onto my thigh. His tongue darted out and licked his lips, and I could tell he was both nervous and very, very turned on. I could see in his eyes how badly he wanted me. I went for broke and pulled his hand up into my lap, resting it on my crotch. He swallowed audibly, and looked down at where his hand was, but made no move to do anything about it. I took his fingertips, and traced them slowly along the outline of my lips, letting him feel my heat.

“Oh my god mom, are you wet? I can feel it through your pants,” he said hoarsely.

“Yes baby… I’m soaking wet, because of you. You get me so damned hot! I’m dripping from the thought of you smelling me, tasting me, coming with me.” I leaned closer and kissed his lips softly. “Coming in me.”

He moaned against my lips, and kissed me back, just as softly. His hand still hasn’t moved on it’s own, so I continued to rub myself with his fingers. I slipped my tongue out and licked his lips softly, then stood, breaking the kiss softly.

I looked down at his beautiful, sexy face. “Well, now I know you want me, and you know I want you. What are you going to do about it, handsome?” I asked him, placing my hands on my hips, smiling down at his upturned face.

“Jesus mom… I don’t really know. There are so many things I want to do, I don’t know where to start!” his eyes roving over my body sent a shiver down my spine.

“Well, you said you wanted to smell me, taste me… here’s your chance, love.” I whispered to him as I slowly lowed my pajama bottoms to the floor, and stepped out of them, now standing in front of him, my panties soaked through.

He sat there looking at me for a minute, then grabbed my hips in his strong hands and gently pulled me closer to him, so my crotch was right in front of his face.

I shivered again and rested my hands on his shoulders as he leaned in, and licked up over my slit with one long, slow pass of his tongue, bringing a loud moan from my parted lips, my knees trembling. He groaned softly in approval, and licked at the crotch of my panties again and again.

“May I, mom?” he asked me, looking up at me pleadingly. It was all I could do to nod and mumble an affirmative.

He gently took the waistband of my panties, and pulled them down, exposing my furry mound to his eyes. He pulled my panties down to the floor, and I stepped out of those as well, and spread my legs a bit for my son.

He leaned back in and licked my bare flesh, making me cry out, and my knees already trembling, gave way and buckled. I fell forward, my hands on his shoulders supporting me. His hands circled around behind me and gripped my buttocks, and he pulled my crotch tighter against his face, licking me slowly and softly, savoring every drop he could clean away.

I stood there, near falling, while my son licked my throbbing pussy.

Oh my god, my son is eating me out… and he’s doing it like a pro.

“Baby…” I gasped out, and my wonderful boy immediately got the message. He pulled back, and stood, picking my up like I was no more than a bundle of sticks, and cradled me gently against his chest as he carried me out of the kitchen.

When he passed his room and was headed towards mine, I stopped him.

“No sweetie, not there… I want you in your bed, not mine.”

His puzzled expression told me he didn’t understand.

“I want to make love to my baby in his bed… don’t ask me why but it sounds awfully sexy,” I said, giving him a sheepish smile.

He just chuckled and smiled back, and took me back down the hall and into his room. He gently laid me down on is bed, and I realized my panties from this morning were still on his pillow. I picked them up and grinned up at him, as I reached down and rubbed my pussy with them a bit, then handed them back up to him.

“Still want these dirty old things, or would you rather have the real thing, sweetheart?” I asked him in a serious voice, making him laugh as he flung them aside.

He laid down beside me, and we kissed, long and soft, his arm wrapped around me, cradling the back of my head as he kissed me, my hands roaming his body, touching him everywhere.

They caressed down between his thighs, and I felt his hardness. My touch made him gasp into my mouth, and I drank it in as I stroked his length through his work pants.

I broke the kiss and looked him in the eye

“Take those damned clothes off right now, young man, and show mommy how big her little baby has grown, or I swear to god you’ll get a spanking.”

This made him groan in pleasure, and I knew from that moment that my son loved to be talked dirty to, perhaps even dominated.

Interesting.

He got up immediately and stripped his clothes off, not tearing them off quickly, but not so slowly as to call it a strip tease, either.

Once he was naked, I sat there, gazing up and down his gorgeous body, my eyes lingering on his crotch. God, my son looked delicious.

“My, my, my, haven’t you grown, Shailesh. I suppose I can’t call you my “little boy” anymore, can I? No, because you are anything but little. Come to mommy, big boy. It’s my turn for a taste.”

I saw him shiver, and he dutifully stood against the edge of the bed. I scooted over to the edge, and gently stroked the length of his hard member with my fingertips, making him moan softly. I gazed at his package, taking in every detail. His smooth, hairless balls; the short, neatly trimmed hair on his pubic area. I lay there, eyes traveling along every wrinkle in his large sack, up over the base of his cock, following the veins where they showed. My eyes traveled higher still, over the crown of his head. My fingers wrapped around his base, and I began to stroke him slowly, my fist loose around his skin, passing over it lightly.

A bead of shiny pre-cum emerged from his tip, and I started salivating. I looked up into my baby’s eyes, and held his gaze as I slowly extended my tongue and licked the drop away. He moaned and slid his fingers into my hair. I held my tongue against his head, feeling it throb, loving the taste of him.

A thought occurred to me, and I backed away from his head for a moment, my eyes still locked on his.

“Baby, how many women have you been with?” I asked him, honestly curious how experienced he was. I thought he could probably teach me a few things.

He blushed though, and his answer was quiet. “Um… none, mom. I’m a virgin.”

I was shocked, and I could tell by the look on his face that it showed.

“You’ve never been with a woman before, sweetie?” I asked him, and he answered with a shake of his head. “Not even what I’ve done so far?”

“No, mom… I’ve never so much as kissed another girl before. I was, um… well, saving it.” He looked away, obviously embarrassed.

“That’s ok sweetheart, really. Who were you saving it for? Do you want me to stop?”

He shook his head quickly, cleared his throat, and said, “No mom, I don’t want you to stop. I was saving it for you, actually.”

This brought a smile to my face that put him at ease.

My baby was saving his virginity for his momma. God, he’s so sweet, how could I not love him?

I leaned back in towards him, and licked the newest drop of pre-cum from his tip, then swirled my tongue around his head, bringing a gasp from him.

Looks like I’ll be the one doing the teaching, I thought to myself with a smile. That was perfectly all right with me.

“Lie down on the bed, mister. I don’t want you falling and breaking something.”

“Yes, mother.” He replied with a little grin, and quickly climbed up onto the bed, lying on his back.

I crawled between his legs, spreading them apart as I went, and went down on my forearms and knees, my face above his twitching cock.

I looked up at him, and looked him in the eye.

“Tell mother what you want her to do, little boy.” I commanded him, the look in my eyes brooking no argument.

He swallowed, and answered a bit shyly, “Go down on me, mom, please.”

“You can do better than that, honey. Tell me what you want.”

He looked at me for a moment, then said what I wanted to hear, “Suck me, mom. Suck my cock.”

I growled at him playfully, then winked slyly and did as he bid. I bent to my task, taking him into my mouth an inch at a time. He raised his hips against my mouth, moaning, and I used my hands to push him down onto the bed, forcing him still, as I continued to go down on my son, taking in as much of his hard cock as I could.

I started to slide back up his shaft, my lips clinging to him, my cheeks caved in as I sucked him hard, my tongue swirling around his shaft and his head.

I sucked him back down deep into my mouth, his head bumping the back of my throat. I slipped a hand up between his thighs, and caressed his balls gently. They were as baby soft as I had imagined, and felt wonderful under my fingertips as I caressed and played with his balls, my mouth bobbing up and down on his shaft slowly, sucking hard on him.

“Ohhh fuck, mom, keep that up and I’ll come soon.” He told me, groaning softly.

“Well, we don’t want it to end so soon, do we?” I asked him after I pulled his cock out of my mouth, his head making an audible pop as it parted from my lips.

I moved up his body, and straddled his lap, lying down on top of him.

I kissed him again, and he eagerly kissed me back, his tongue finding it way past my lips and into my mouth. I welcomed his tongue with a gentle suck, and felt him grind his hips up against me in respond.

“Mmmm… is my baby ready to lose his cherry to his mommy?” I asked him in a sweet voice. My son growled and nodded, and kissed my throat softly as his hands found my ass and cupped my cheeks gently. I wiggled myself against him, making us both moan, and repositioned myself on top of him. I felt his long, thick cock resting against my wet, swollen lips, and I rubbed myself along his shaft.

Shailesh moaned loudly and pushed up against me, my lips spreading around his shaft as I continued to rock back and forth against him, teasing us both.

“Are you ready, baby boy? Ready to bury that thick rod into your mommies pussy? The one you came out of?” I asked him as I kept rubbing him with my lips.

“Yes, yes, oh dear god yes, please mom take me, make love to me, fuck me, take my cherry please!”

I shifted my hips against him and slammed myself down onto him, impaling myself on his cock, making us both cry out loudly.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, and my legs around his waist, and began to rock back and forth on him, slowly, taking in every inch of my baby boy into me, pulling almost all the way out, then slowly sliding back down until only his balls were outside me, pushing down harder, trying to get even those inside my aching pussy.

His hands gripped my ass harder, leaving marks on my flesh, his short fingernails biting into my skin, breaking it, bringing blood as he stroked in and out of me, our hips moving in harmony, our lower bodies smacking wetly together with each thrust.

I pressed my face against the side of his neck, panting harshly, his hands raising up and ripping my top and bra off me, rendering me nude on top of him, my breasts pressed against his chest. My nipples rubbed over his chest, sending tingles of intense pleasure through me, his manhood piercing me over and over, the ridge of his head rubbing against my insides, making me cry out loud enough to be heard from everywhere in the house.

I bit down on his neck as I neared my climax, drawing the copperish metallic taste of blood as I made love to my son.

His breathing picked him, coming fast and ragged, and I could feel he was nearing his orgasm as well. I slammed myself down onto him harder, faster, squeezing him with my muscles with every withdrawal, milking him. I released my hold on his neck with my teeth and cried out with him.

“Give it to me baby, come inside me!” I shrieked at him, “Make mommy come! Fill me with your hot seed, baby, come inside mommy!” rocking back and forth harder, faster, my movements becoming frenzied, my orgasm approaching, and the sounds of my son underneath me, moaning, panting, thrusting, pushed me crashing over that edge.

I began to come, my pussy starting to spasm on his cock, pushing him over the edge as well, bringing his orgasm boiling up his cock and bursting into my as he thrust as deep inside me as he could, spilling his seed inside me, filling me, overflowing me. I screamed loudly, loud enough to scare Bruno into a barking fit.

I slowly came down from my climax, my son still buried deep inside me, and I collapsed on top of him, panting harshly, matching his own breathing as he tried to recover as well. After a few minutes, we finally got ourselves under control, and we just lay there, me with my son’s arms wrapped around my waist and his cock inside me, and him with my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.

We smiled into each other’s eyes, and he held me close, showering my face with soft kisses, making me giggle with joy. God but he made me feel like a teenager again!

“I love you, mom. I mean, really love you.” He told me, his smile easy and relaxed.

“And I love you too, sweet one. With all my heart.”

We lay like that for the rest of the night, pressed tightly together, with my son still inside me, our mingled juices leaking out of me slowly, the smell of our mixed sex dominating the room.

“Mom?” Shailesh asked after a couple hours of cuddling.

“Yes, baby?”

“Are we going to be like this again? Or was this a one-time thing?” he asked me, a hint of worry in his voice.

“Would you like it to be a normal thing, love?” I asked, hopeful. I didn’t want to go back to the way we were, and was praying he felt the same way.

“Absolutely, mom. I want you as much as I can get you!”

“Hmmm…” I said, thoughtfully, hiding a smile against the side of his bleeding neck. “You wouldn’t mind being your mothers boyfriend? Maybe sleep with me every night, make love to me every night, and explore each other’s bodies and fantasies together? You’d be willing to be your mommies boy toy?” I asked him, a little teasingly.

“Yes, please!! I’ve wanted that for so long. I love you mom, and I want to be with you like that.” A slight pause… “Did you really mean it when you said we can sleep together every night? No more going to our own rooms, but sleep and cuddle together every single night?”

I smiled and kissed him long and deep, my hands caressing the sides of his face softly as I did. I could feel him stirring inside me again, and it got my heart pounding.

“What does that tell you, baby boy?” I asked him playfully.

He just smiled, and we kissed again, and made love again. Slower this time, taking our time, really feeling each other, taking all the pleasure we could, our bodies pressed tightly together the entire time, our mouths never parting, even during the moans and cries of our passion.

Afterward, we lay together in each others arms, and fell asleep that way, my son still inside me, keeping the majority of his spent cum inside me, like a big cork.

It’ll be a miracle if I don’t get pregnant the way he’s holding it inside me like that… and I don’t think I care, was my last waking thought, before I drifted off to sleep, and dreamt wonderful dreams.

I awoke as I had fallen asleep, lying atop my son, with his arms around me, and his flaccid member inside me. That was the best morning of my life, unsurpassed by any other. I lay there, feeling my darling son’s heart beating against my chest; the scent of our sex still hanging in the air. What a wonderful smell, his seed mixed with my own cream…

I nuzzled his neck gently, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Shailesh. I almost mistook the sound as pleasure, but quickly realized that it was pain that made my son gasp out and wake. I had forgotten about the savage bite I had given him.

“I’m sorry, sweetie,” I whispered to my boy as his eyelids slowly opened and closed, attempting to clear away the haze of a good nights sleep. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, love.”

Shailesh smiled blearily at me, and raised a hand to brush a stray strand of hair from my cheek, his eyes moving over me, taking me in.

“That’s alright mom, I think after last night I can find it in my heart to forgive you.”

The intense love in his face and voice would have made me collapse, had I not already been lying on top of him. I gave a soft sigh, and snuggled tighter into him, my head resting on his firm and toned chest, as he stroked his fingers through my hair slowly, gently. I would have been content to lie in that way for an eternity, and in fact gave a small prayer for it to be so. His hands began to roam elsewhere, however, and I knew the peaceful rest would not last much longer if he continued.

The feel of his fingers gliding over my naked body was one I will never forget. In truth, I doubt I could forget anything that happened during that time with my baby. The course he traced with his fingers will forever be etched in my memory however, standing out from all the rest. I was all shivers and soft mewing sounds as he caressed over my shoulders; my back; my sides; my hips (oh god how I love the feel of his hands on my hips!) down over my rear. He gently parted my cheeks, and I felt his finger slide down between them, caressing me gently down there.

“Do you like being touched there as much as you liked touching me, mom?” Shailesh asked me, his voice low and soft.

My breath caught for a moment, and he chuckled softly, his finger still probing gently. I felt him twitch inside me, and that decided me. I pushed my hips back against his hand, letting the tip of his finger push inside me, shocking him, while I gently licked at his left nipple, then suckled on it like a babe at a bottle. He began to grow hard quite quickly, and within seconds was fully erect inside of me. I suckled on his hardening nipple a bit more forcefully, and ground my hips down against his, taking him in as deep as I could, our pelvic bones grinding together, making him moan loudly.

“Oh my god, mom, that’s so hot!” he cried out to me as my tongue flickered over his nipple, and my crotch gyrated over his in slow circles, stirring him inside my still come-filled entrance.

I pulled my mouth from his nipple, and looked him dead in the eye, my face going stern, and my voice sterner still. “You are to call me “mommy” from now on, do you hear me, boy?” I commanded him seriously.

He nodded vigorously, his cock throbbing inside me, making me stifle a moan as I tried to keep my expression businesslike.

“Good. Now I want you to fill mommy with your sweet seed again, then you need a shower. I believe you have somewhere to be today, yes?” I asked him, my eyebrow aching with my inquiry.

Another nod for my answer. I didn’t care. Right then all I cared about was having my son fill me again, and I let him know it. I began rocking against him slowly, my lips clinging to his stiff shaft as I took him in and out of me, moaning against his nipple as I resumed sucking. He quickly got the idea and began returning the strokes, his hips meeting mine as I came back down onto him. I was torn between wanting him slow and soft, and wanting him hard and nasty. It took all of two seconds to decide on hard and nasty, reasoning that he had me soft and slow the night before.

“Baby, I want you to fuck mommy now, fuck mommy hard and good, and fill her with your hot come, ok?” I asked him huskily, and he was quick to oblige. He rolled over, keeping himself inside of me, so he was on top of me. I looked up into his eyes, and held them as he began to thrust his hips against me; picking up pace and force with each pass. I was soon clinging to him, my fingertips digging into his shoulder blades and my legs wrapped around his waist, helping pull him down into me as he fucked me.

He pushed me into the bed, his hips rising and falling against me in a fury of pent up desire. I could tell that this is what he has been waiting for all these years, to be allowed to really fuck his mother.

“Give it to me baby, fuck mommy as hard as you like, don’t hold back for mommy!” I cried out against his neck, and cried out in joy as he took my words to heart and went at me for all he was worth. I reached down between our bodies and rubbed my clit as he pounded into me, grunting over me, moaning in pleasure, sweat dripping from his body onto mine. I looked down and saw his length piercing me like a velvet spear, and the sight sent me crashing over the edge, screaming at the ceiling, my vaginal muscles spasming on his manhood as I thrashed on the bed underneath him. I milked his cock, and was rewarded by a cry of his own as he climaxed inside of me, thrusting himself as deep and hard inside of me as possible as his first jet of sticky cum shot inside of me.

I had never had multiple orgasms before, but that morning I experienced my first. The sensation of him filling me so deeply, and the knowledge that it was my own son that was inside me, sent me over the edge yet again, my thick cream spilling out around his member as it spurted wave after wave inside me.

Afterward, he collapsed on top of me, panting harshly, his body trembling almost as badly as my own. We lay there for a while, trying to catch our breath and slow our speeding hearts, covered in sweat and the delicious smell of fresh sex. Once we had recovered, I shooed my boy off to the shower. I remained there, lying in my sons’ sweat-soaked bed, smiling contentedly to myself. My hand slid down between my thighs, and I pushed a finger inside myself slowly, moaning with the joy of feeling his hot semen inside me, trickle out of me, down the crack of my rear. I pulled my finger out, and slowly put it into my mouth, sucking it clean of his cream. My first taste of my sons’ cum. God, how I love the taste of him. I made a mental note to take him in my mouth next time, so I could taste every drop of him.

My finger returned to the mess that had leaked from my well-fucked pussy, and scooped it up with two fingers, so I could lick that clean too. Imagining him in my mouth, his head tilted back in pleasure, his hips rocking gently against my face as he sent his hard prick bumping against the back of my throat made me drip in anticipation.

I reconciled myself to taking that pleasure later. My son needed to get dressed and leave to answer questions about a man he was forced to kill, and a tickle in my mind told me he had begun thinking of that, and sex was the last thing on his mind, now.

My heart ached to go to him, hold him, comfort him, kiss his worries and pain away, but I steadied myself. This is something he needed to do on his own. Some things even his mother can’t make better, not even with blowjobs. I sighed to myself, and stretched out on his bed. It was actually quite comfortable, and I entertained thoughts of sleeping in his bed with him from then on.

While I lay there, trying to decide what to do, the phone rang in the other room. I contemplated ignoring it, but decided it just might be important enough to get out of bed for. I padded naked down the hall, and into the living room, where the nearest phone is kept. The caller ID informed me that it was Shailesh’s sister, Swati. I clicked the phone on, and chatted with my daughter. I heard the shower turn off, and I moved back down the hall, all the while listening to my girl as she told me how her week had been going, which wasn’t well. She broke up with her boyfriend of 3 years, and needed consolation.

I stood outside the bathroom door, waiting, and when it opened, I deftly hit the mute button on the phone with one hand, and snaked a hand out to grab my sons limp cock. He jumped in surprised, and I squealed with laughter and ran off down the hall again. Once I had got my giggling under control and things had quieted again, I turned off the mute and resumed my conversation with my daughter, whom was now telling me she’d be coming up that night and staying until Sunday. Before I could relay this information to Shailesh, he kissed me goodbye (a deep, open-mouthed kiss now, no more peck on the cheek for me!) and headed out the door to his appointment.

Oh well, he’d find out soon enough.

Shortly after my son left, my daughter told me she had to go and pack her stuff for her little visit with us, and that she’d see us in about an hour, and we hung up. I sighed to myself, knowing I would have to s