Standing in the hallway at his bedroom door. Completely naked. Gently rubbing my clit. Watching him sleep.
I didn’t know why I was doing it. Maybe it was that I hadn’t had a man since his father left. Maybe it was that my son was an incredibly attractive young man. Maybe it was the three glasses of wine. It was probably all of those things, but it was mostly the wine that gave me the courage to step into my son’s bedroom.
He was breathing gently. His chest was naked, and if the hot weather of the night was any indication, the rest of him was too. I moaned quietly at the thought, and felt my pussy tingle.
I stood over him, contemplating what I was about to do. My pussy was dripping down my leg as I reached the edge of his bed. I gently lifted the sheet that was covering him, bending to look underneath. My breathing stopped when I discovered my hunch was right. He was naked. I looked at his cock, and even soft as it was, it dwarfed his father. In the heat of the moment, I settled my body down on the bed next to him, laying the sheet over both of us.
I lay there on my side, looking at him for minutes. I wanted to climb on top of him. Feel his cock inside. Ride him until he exploded.
My hand, as if having a mind of it’s own, slid down my son’s stomach, creeping under the sheets. My fingers were tickled by this pubic hair as they inched closed to his shaft. Sparks shot through my hand and up my arm when I finally touched it with the tip of my finger. I paused, looking at him to see if he was string awake. After a few seconds, I allowed my fingers to slowly wrap around his soft cock. I stroked up and down, feeling it grow harder in my hands. My pussy grew wetter with it.
My eyes were fixated on it as it swelled in my hand. I was so lost in the moment of feeling my own sons throbbing cock in my grip I didn’t notice he had woken up. “Mom? Mom… what are you doing?” He was still half asleep, lost in a sleepy haze but he was well aware of what was happening. My head turned to look at him.
“Don’t worry, baby. Just let Mommy take care of you…” I smiled at him, putting my free hand on his cheek as my other hand started to slowly pump his shaft.
He breathed deep, his mouth hanging open and his eyes slowly closing. “Mom… I…”
“Quiet, baby. Just let Mommy do this. We can talk later, for now just… let me do this” I gave him a motherly kiss on the cheek, then a much less motherly kiss on his neck.
He moaned, and shifted in place. His hips thrust upwards, trying to fuck my hand. I adjusted my strokes to meet his rhythm. Soon he was thrusting into my fist like it was a pussy.
“Oh fuck… Mom…” I could see on his face how close he was.
“Let it out, baby. Please… shoot your cum for me.” My voice was shaking with nervous anticipation. In moments his body tensed, his stomach writhed, and cum burst from his cock like a geyser. I watch in amazement as my son’s cum flew high into the air, most of it landing on his chest. He shot so much before he was finally finished. I couldn’t help but imagine how it would feel to have him cum so much inside of me.
While trying to catch his breath, his eyes opened and looked at me. “Mom… why did you do that?” I could tell from the way he asked, he wasn’t upset. Just…confused.
“I don’t know, baby. But can we talk about it tomorrow? Can we… can I sleep with you tonight?” He smiled and kissed me. He lifted his body up, shifting to the side so I could have more room, then gave me one of his pillows.
I turned my body around, my back facing my son, and cuddled back into him. He pulled himself close to me, and I felt his cum-covered chest press into my back. I smiled, and quickly fell asleep, dreaming of tomorrow morning.
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