by VanillaExtract 03/26/13
"I'm not letting you see my privates," I said firmly, mustering as much indignation as I could while still stroking my very own son's cock, squeezing it tight in my hand, trying to punish him. It did not work how I wanted.
"Can I see your tits then?" he asked.
"What? Tits isn't a swearword."
"I meant that's still wrong," I said.
"But you're stroking my cock!"
"I am trying to help you manage your testicular pain, young man!" I said angrily, pulling on his cock with my hand, yanking it around. Once again, it did not seem to bother him.
"Please, Mom?" he begged. "I'll cum quick if you do. I'm getting close."
"Honey, my tits aren't very big. They won't help much."
"I like them," he said. "I like how you never wear a bra and I can always see your nipples through your shirt."
"Dillon!" I said, but his words made my nipples tingle and harden. I knew he could already see their silhouette behind my white shirt, but they were begging for attention now.
"If you don't want me to notice them, wear a bra," he said.
"Bras are wasted on me. I'm an A cup."
"If you're not going to wear a bra, people are going to notice, even me."
I stared at his cock for a moment as my hand slipped up and down its length, the white lotion getting drier by the moment. I'd have to apply some more, and my arms were tired.
I guess I could let him see my tits, and maybe I liked the attention too. A small-chested girl has to use what she's got.
"Fine, I'll take off my shirt, but no touching."
"Okay," he said quickly.
I took my hands off his cock long enough to grab the bottom of my shirt. I slipped it over my head, feeling the cotton graze my stiff nipples. My son's eyes were waiting. He licked his lips. My nipples were so hard they hurt, like they were begging for attention. I wanted to be touched so badly.
"Happy now?" I said.
"Yeah," he said, and then he reached for my chest. I began to recoil, but his hands were instantly on my breast, my long nipples between his thumb and finger, holding me in place.
"Dillon!" I said. "I said no touching!"
"Come on, Mom, I need to cum." He took my hand and returned it to his cock while he began rolling my nipple with his fingers. My pussy was gushing wetness, but I couldn't let my son know that.
"Dillon, you are in so much trouble," I said, trying not to moan, but I was squirming. I began grinding my hungry pussy into the bed, anything for a little bit of attention. It was all I could do to keep from jamming my hand down my panties and fingering myself. Instead, I focused on Dillon's fat cock. I grabbed it with both hands and began squeezing and tugging on it in anger. I was going to make this big thing cum if it killed me. It was like a challenge. Cum, damn you!
"Fuck, Mom, I'm going to cum!" he said.
Yes, victory! Dillon was squeezing my nipples harder. Me, I was busy staring at that big cock in front of my face. Oh, how I wanted to slip my lips around it and taste him, but he was my son, and this was already far too much. And then he exploded.
The first shot of cum hit me right in the eye. I winced and gasped, pinching my eyes shut as my mouth opened. The next spurt flew straight into my mouth, and I liked it. I swallowed while his cock continued to spray my face. I was still blinded, but I could hear him groaning, feel his cock throbbing at each eruption. He was still going, those giant balls of his finally letting go.
Cum was running down my chin and neck, all over my chest too, all while he clenched his hands on sensitive nipples and pinched. When he finally stopped spurting, I opened my eyes, blinking to see straight. I couldn't help but lick my lips as I looked up at him, tasting his salty sweet cum. It had been so long since I had had any. I had forgotten how much I liked the taste.
"Better?" I asked him.
"Yeah," he mumbled. "Sorry, I came all over you."
"It's okay, sweetie." I gave his cock one last tug as I let it go. My pussy was burning, and he was still half hard. It would still feel incredible inside me. Oh, yes, I thought about it. "Pain all gone?"
"Yeah, finally. I didn't mean to cum in your mouth like that," he said, looking down at me.
I wiped my chin, glancing at my hand. "I guess I needed a bib. Swallowing my son's cum isn't exactly the high point of my life, but as long as you're feeling better, that's what's important."
"Thanks for helping me, Mom. You're the best."
"Just remember you said that come mother's day. Now, off to bed. We both need our sleep."
The moment Dillon was out of the room and the door was closed, I lied back on the mattress, slipped my hands down my hips, and pulled off my panties. My fingers instantly plunged into my pussy and I let out a low moan. Finally. My other hand began running over my little tits, slick and sticky with my son's cum. I gathered some up and brought it to my lips, sliding my fingers inside my mouth.
"Oh, frick," I mumbled. "I am a bad, bad Mommy."
I sucked on my fingers as if they were my son's cock, all gooey and covered with cum. My other hand kept my pussy busy, taking plenty of time to rub my swollen clit. I bit down on my fingers, careful not to moan too loud. I came in record time, taking the energy right out of me. I needed sex, real sex, and real soon. My son had woken up my slumbering slutty side, and there was no putting her back to sleep.
The next morning, I felt very shameful, not only for what I'd done to myself, but for touching my son like that, and worse, liking it so much. I should have just taken him to the hospital. Now, I was embarrassed to even see him. I fully intended to act as if the whole incident had never happened.
I knocked on his door to wake him. "Dillon?" I called. "Are you up?"
"Yeah," he called back. "I'm already up."
"Okay. I'm running late. Jump in the shower. I'll make breakfast."
I threw together some scrambled eggs and toast, intending to leave it for Dillon so I didn't have to talk to him, but before I could make good my escape, Dillon came into the small kitchen. I turned right around and bumped into him.
"Oh! Dillon, you scared---um, where are you clothes?"
He was wearing a towel around his waist, holding it together at the hip. My eyes dropped to the bulge where I knew that beautiful cock was waiting. It was already half hard, based on the outline. I tried to look back up before my son noticed.
"Mom, can I talk to you for a second?"
He wanted to talk? He was going to tell me how ashamed and disgusted he was with me, and probably that he wanted to move out. Oh, what did I do? I wanted to run away, and I would have, but with the counter to my right and the breakfast table to my left, I would have to grind myself right up against him to get past. "Actually, honey, I'm running really late."
"It's just, I woke up like an hour ago, and I started jerking off, but I'm having trouble cumming."
"I was wondering if you could help me again."
I gulped. This wasn't what I expected. I certainly couldn't help him. It was already so wrong what I had done. I wasn't going to do more. I had to nip this in the bud. "Honey, what I did last night was a one-time thing. I really can't do it again."
"But it felt really good and---"
"Look, honey, if you're in pain, I'll take you to the hospital, but last night can't happen again."
"But we don't have insurance."
"I know, but if you're in pain, I think that's the best route. It's just not, you know, appropriate, what I did. You understand?"
"Yeah, but you already did it. If you didn't want to, you shouldn't have done it the first time. Why can't you do it again?"
I could see my son was shifting into that whiny mode teenagers always turned into when their parents didn't give them what they wanted.
"I'm sorry, honey, but I just don't feel comfortable doing it. Now, I need to get to work."
He stepped back, and I thought he was going to move aside. Instead, he took a chair from the table and pulled it out.
"Sit down for a minute."
"Dillon, I don't have time to talk."
"Only for a sec."
I sighed but sat down in the chair, crossing my legs, my foot bobbing in annoyance. I didn't want to have a conversation about masturbation, but then I realized it wasn't conversation my son wanted. He opened his towel and that big, long cock of his filled my eyes.
"What the heck are you doing?" I demanded, looking up at him, but my pussy began tingling with warmth.
"Mom, you gotta help me. I can't focus at school if I don't cum before class. Think of my grades."
"Dillon, I was just being nice last night. Don't take advantage of my good nature."
"It'll take five minutes," he said, reaching for my hand, taking it and bringing it to his cock. My fingertips touched that beautiful monster for an instant before I pulled them back.
"No, Dillon. I told you, it was a one-time thing, and it takes you forever to cum. I don't have the time."
I tried to stand up, but Dillon stepped forward, putting a hand on my shoulder, keeping me down. His cock was right in my face, an inch from my lips. I looked up at him with an angry, motherly glare.
"Dillon, let me up."
"Five minutes. Just get me started. I'll finish."
"I'm going to be late."
"You can be five minutes late. Come on, Mom, I need your help."
He took my hand again, wrapping it around his cock, holding it in place with his own hand. He stroked our hands together. I took a deep breath and then pushed his hand way, fixing my grip on that long shaft as best I could. It was so thick.
"This is the last time, Dillon."
"Okay," he said, smiling down at me.
I gave him another glare to tell him I meant it, but god, how I loved the feel of that hard cock meat in my hands. It was filling up and getting harder and harder, growing even bigger before my eyes as I stroked it. Soon, his cock was pointing straight at my lips. I had to pull my neck back to keep a couple of inches between his cockhead and my mouth. I couldn't help by salivate. I used to love sucking cock. I wished I had lotion, just to take away the temptation.
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