Her Son's Sex Toy Part 1

(Author’s note: this is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to any person(s) living or dead is purely coincidental.  All characters depicted in sexual situations in this story are at least 18 years of age.  This work is copyrighted and may not be distributed in any way by any person(s) without the express written consent of the author.) 

Pamela lay on her back on her bed looking up at the ceiling, her legs splayed wide with her hands resting on the pillow on either side of her head, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath, her big breasts rolling around on her chest as panted for breath.  She was covered with a mixture of sweat and cum, her light brown hair a sweaty, tangled mess as it lay on the pillow under her head.  Her breasts were sore and her nipples hurt, and her pussy was tingling and slightly sore at the pounding it had just endured.  She could feel what felt like a gallon of cum slowly leaking out of her, pooling on the bedspread beneath her.   

She was smiling from ear to ear, her mouth open slightly as she tried to catch her breath.  Her 19-year-old son lay on the bed next to her, also lying on his back and trying to catch his breath, and although she couldn’t see it she was sure he had the same satisfied smile on his face.   

After the fucking he had just given her, there was no reason for him not to be smiling. 

As she lay there Pamela let her mind wander back to how this had all started a few days ago when her son returned home from college for the summer.  She was at the airport waiting for him to come out of the tunnel leading from the airplane to the terminal, and when she got her first look at him her mouth fell open in surprise. 

“Oh, my God!” she gasped out loud, her hand coming up to her mouth as her son walked towards her.  He spotted her and waved, a big smile on his face as he worked his way through the crowd towards her.  

Nine months ago Pamela had put her tall, skinny, meek, bespectacled and somewhat geeky son on an airplane where he was going to fly off to college.  What was walking towards her now was a tall, handsome, slightly muscular and spectacle-free young man who was walking with confidence instead of trepidation as he had when he left.  When he left nine months ago Charles was wearing slacks, a short sleeve button down shirt and brown loafers, carrying his papers and books in an old leather briefcase; now he was wearing jeans, tennis shoes, a t-shirt from his college with the team name and mascot on it, with a backpack slung over one shoulder.  His hair was also longer, falling down over his ears for the first time in his life.   

And he had a huge grin on his face, the happiest, most satisfied grin Pamela had ever seen. 

Since the college was on the other side of the continent they had agreed that it would be best if he stayed there for the duration of the school year, not coming home for any of the regular breaks, so they hadn’t seen each other in 9 months.  Ever since Pamela and her husband had divorced four years ago things had been tight money-wise, and her son, Charles, had known this.  It was the main reason that he suggested not coming home at all during the year, and Pamela was secretly glad that he’d suggested it even though she knew she was going to miss him terribly while he was gone.   

‘Oh, my God, he’s hot!  What the hell happened at college?’ she wondered to herself as she waved back with a smile on her face, trying hard to hide her surprise.  As soon as Charles got within arms’ reach he reached out and wrapped his arms around his mother, sweeping her off her feet and spinning her around once before putting her back down.   

“Hi, Mom!” he said, grinning.  He bent down and kissed her on the cheek, his arms still around her, the backpack hanging from one shoulder.  “Boy, it’s good to see you again!” 

“Hello, Charles!  And yes, it’s good to see you again too!  It’s been a long year!” she said, grinning up at him, her hands resting on his biceps. 

“It’s ‘Chuck’ now, Mom,” he said, his eyes sparkling.  “I don’t go by ‘Charles’ anymore.” 

“Oh, you don’t?” she asked, surprised.  “Okay, well, that’s fine with me!” she said, meaning it. 

“A lot has changed with me over the past nine months, Mom,” he said, slipping his arms from around her waist and standing back, still holding on to her hand though. 

“Yes, it most certainly has!” she replied, looking him up and down.  “I hardly recognized you coming off of the plane,” she said. 

“I’ll tell you all about it when we get home,” he said, looking down at her.  “Right now let’s go get my bag and then get out of here, okay, Mom?” he asked. 

“Sounds good to me, Chuck!” she said, calling him by his ‘new’ name for the first time as she returned his smile.  She slipped her arm through his, then let him lead her to the baggage area. 

It was very late in the afternoon when Chuck’s plane landed, and it was close to dinnertime by the time they left the terminal.  Chuck suggested that they stop by the local Chinese take-out place and get something to take home so his mom wouldn’t have to cook; besides, he absolutely loved the food from that restaurant, and the only thing they didn’t have in the city where his college was located was a decent Chinese restaurant.  So they stopped on the way home and picked up some food to take with them. 

Two hours later they were sitting at the dinner table, empty Chinese take-out containers scattered around the table, with Pamela drinking coffee while Chuck was enjoying a soda.  That was the one thing about him that apparently hadn’t changed while he’d been gone – he never liked coffee, and he apparently still didn’t.  They had been talking about his first year at college all throughout dinner, and now that dinner was over and most of what he’d been doing had been covered, it was time for Pamela to ask the question she’d been dying to ask. 

“So tell me, son, what happened at college to cause such a big change in you?” she asked, looking across the table at him.  “I mean, I love it, I really do because you look and act so much happier now than you were, but I can’t help but be curious as to what happened to cause it,” she said. 

“A girl happened, that’s what,” he said, looking across the table at her and smiling.  “Or to be more accurate, a woman happened,” he continued, his smile broadening just a bit. 

“A woman?” Pamela asked.  ‘I thought so!’ she thought to herself. 

“Yes, a woman,” Chuck replied, pausing to take a drink from the soda can in his hand.  “My human sexuality professor, actually,” he said, catching his mom off guard. 

“Your professor?” Pamela said, her eyebrows going up.  “You got involved with one of your professors?” she asked, slightly alarmed. 

“Oh, yeah, we got involved, all right,” Chuck said, his smile broadening into a grin.   

“Chuck, you didn’t!” Pamela asked, her surprise showing on her face. 

“Yes, I did!” he replied, grinning.  “And I gotta tell ya, Mom, it’s the best thing to ever happen to me!  Next to having you as a mom, of course!” he said, reaching over and holding her hand for a moment. 

“It is?” she asked, still surprised. 

“Absolutely!” he replied, sitting back in his chair and taking another drink from his soda before continuing.  “Sarah – Miss Phillips –  taught me more about myself and about women than I ever thought possible in only nine months,” he said. 

“So it started right after you got to college,” Pamela said, doing the math.   

“Yep,” Chuck replied, nodding.  “The first month I was there, actually.  The human sexuality class was my last class of the day, and one day Sarah asked me to stay after class so she could talk to me.  She told me that she had noticed how shy and meek I was, and that she saw a greater potential inside me and wanted to bring it out.  The next thing I knew she was on her knees in front of me, and after that we went back to her place and…well, let’s just say that I didn’t leave until after the sun came up the next day!” he said, grinning at the memory of that first night with his new lover. 

“You mean she gave you…uh, I mean, she…right there in the classroom?” Pamela asked, her voice hushed, her son chuckling at her response. 

“Yes, Mom, she gave me a blowjob right there in the classroom!” he replied, grinning. 

“Oh, my!” his mom gasped, her hand going up to her mouth.  “Weren’t you afraid of getting caught?” she asked after a moment. 

“Nah, it was her last class of the day and all of the students were gone.  And to be honest, once she got going that was the last thing I was thinking about!” he replied, still grinning.  “All I know is that since then Sarah has taught me more about myself than I ever knew and has helped me make changes about myself that I never thought possible,” he explained. 

“Yes, I can certainly see that,” Pamela replied.  “You certainly are a different young man than I put on the plane nine months ago, that’s for sure.  You dress differently and you’re a lot more confident than you were.  And you seem…happier than before, too,” she said, looking into his eyes. 

“I am, Mom, all of that and more!”  he replied, his eyes sparkling.  “Not only did Sarah teach me about myself, she taught me all about women, too,” he said. 

“You mean…all about women?” she asked, her eyebrows going up.   

“Yes, Mom, that’s exactly what I mean!” Chuck replied.  “She not only taught me how women think and act, but also what they want from a lover and how to please them sexually.  So no, I’m not a virgin anymore!” he said proudly. 

“Well, as long as you’re happy, then I’m happy, too!” Pamela said, giving him a timid smile while she was still trying to take in everything that her son had just told her.  Chuck saw the look on her face and reached over to take her hand again as he spoke. 

“I am, Mom, I really am,” he said, his voice soft.  “You did a great job raising me, especially after you and Dad split, and you did the best you could.  But I’m happier now than I’ve ever been in my entire life.  I’m much more confident about myself and about being with women, and that’s something you couldn’t have taught me – the being with women part.  You did great with all the rest, but that part needed to be taught to me by someone else, and Sarah was that someone else,” he said. 

“But honey, you’re having an affair with one of your professors…aren’t you afraid of getting in trouble over that?  What if you get caught?  Won’t they expel you?” she said, the concern showing on her face. 

“I was having an affair with one of my professors,” Chuck said, sitting back in his chair and smiling as he spoke.  “At the very beginning of it all Sarah told me that what she and I were doing was temporary, and that when the school year ended so did the affair.  So last week we had one last big night together, and when it was over she sent me on my way with a kiss and her best wishes that I find the woman that could make me happy for the rest of my life,” he said. 

“Sarah sounds like a very wise woman,” Pamela said, starting to admire her.  “How old is she?” she asked. 

“She just turned 41 last month,” he replied. 

“My age, then,” Pamela said.  “So I suppose now you have a ‘thing’ for older women, is that right?” she said, laughing and trying to lighten the mood now that the initial shock was over. 

“Well, yeah, I guess so!” Chuck said, laughing with her.  “That means you better watch out, Mom!” he said, making the both of them laugh harder. 

“Okay, let’s get this mess cleaned up!” Pamela said after the laughter had stopped, getting up from her chair and reaching out to start picking up the empty boxes.  Chuck got to his feet and helped, and they had the table cleared and the trash thrown away in a matter of minutes.  As they were about to leave the kitchen Chuck put his hand on his mom’s arm and stopped her, turning her to look at him. 

“I love you, Mom,” he said, his voice soft.   

“I love you, too, honey,” she said, reaching up to stroke the side of his face.  Then they went out of the kitchen and into the living room to relax and watch TV. 

Later that night after they had both gone to bed, Pamela was lying on her back looking up at the ceiling and thinking about what her son had told her.  She couldn’t get the mental picture of her son having sex with an older woman out of her mind, and she found herself wondering just what kind of lover he was.  She thought about how he looked when he got off the plane, how handsome and downright sexy he looked, and now she found herself wondering what he looked like naked.  She was especially curious about what his cock looked like, and try as she might she couldn’t help but think of what it would be like to feel his cock in her hand, between her lips, on her tongue, and finally in her pussy.  She knew she shouldn’t be having those thoughts about her own son, but she also knew that she just couldn’t help it. 

Then she realized that her nipples were hard, and when she slid a hand down her naked stomach to her mound she found that she was also wet – very wet.  She rubbed her mound and slid a finger between her outer lips and over her clit, sending a shock wave of pleasure through her.  She began rubbing her pussy harder, the other hand going to her breasts and squeezing one of the big globes hard, and it only took a minute or so before she had a toe-curling orgasm, the most intense orgasm she’d had in longer than she could remember. 

When she fell asleep a few minutes later she did so with thoughts of her son in her mind and a smile on her lips. 

Pamela woke up the next morning with the same smile on her face, having dreamed of having sex with her son most of the night.  She didn’t know what his cock looked like now, so her memory of that part of the dream was fuzzy at best.  But the rest of it was clear, and it left her in a good mood when she woke up.   

She threw the covers back and got out of bed, walking naked over to her dresser where she opened a drawer and took out an oversized white t-shirt and a pair of dark blue men’s gym shorts.  This was her usual lounging attire, and she slipped the shirt and shorts on without bothering to put on any underwear.  She never did, and the fact that her son was now back in the house and would see her big tits swaying around unfettered under her shirt never crossed her mind.  She’d been alone for the past 9 months, and wearing underwear when she was lounging around the house was something she’d stopped doing almost as soon as he had left for college, so she never gave it a second thought when she did the same thing this morning that she did every morning. 

Pamela walked out of her room and down the hall to the kitchen, checking to see that the coffee maker had come on automatically.  It had, and the aroma of fresh coffee filled the kitchen.  She poured herself a cup and then sat down at the small table in the breakfast nook, drinking her coffee and thinking about her son and the conversation they’d had last night. 

And of the dream, of course.  She’d be thinking about that for some time, and she knew it. 

Her son still hadn’t made an appearance by the time she finished her coffee, and since she was waiting on him before fixing breakfast she thought it would be a good idea go to wake him up.  She got up from the table and padded barefoot down the hall to her son’s room across from hers, knocking gently on the door a few times. 

“Charles?  Chuck?” she said softly, correcting herself.  She knocked again, and when there was no answer she quietly turned the doorknob and eased the door open, not wanting to startle him awake if he was still asleep.   

“Honey? Are you awake?” she said softly, sticking her head around the door and into the room, looking over to his bed.  What she saw made her mouth fall open and her eyes go wide. 

“Oh, my!” she gasped, her hand coming up to her mouth.  “Oh, my!” she repeated, slipping quietly into his room.   

Chuck was lying on his back in his bed, his arms raised above his head, sound asleep.  He was covered only by a thin sheet that lay around his waist, leaving his bare chest exposed and giving Pamela her first look at just how much her son had muscled up while he was gone.  He was just muscled enough to make her tingle, and when she looked further down what she saw made her gasp again. 

“Oh, my God!” she gasped, her eyes growing wider. 

Chuck had a case of ‘Morning Wood,’ his hard cock bulging prominently against the thin fabric of the cotton sheet covering him.   

His BIG, hard cock, that is.  While not nearly as big as some of the men’s cocks she’d seen in the porn videos she watched every now and then, it was certainly bigger than any she’d seen in real life in a very long time.  Bigger than his father was, that much was certain – and thicker, too, a lot thicker than any cock she’d ever seen before.  This was the first man’s cock she’d seen since before she and her husband had split, and the effect it had on her was both unexpected and immediate. 

She felt her nipples getting hard and her pussy getting wet, and as she stood there looking at her son with his big, hard cock lying in his bed she unconsciously ran one hand up to her breasts and slid the other down to her mound, squeezing her breast with one hand and rubbing her pussy with the other.  She couldn’t take her eyes off of her son’s cock, and the more she looked at it the more aroused she became. 

‘This is wrong!  This is so wrong!  I shouldn’t be doing this, but I can’t help myself!’ she thought to herself, her breath coming a little faster as she squeezed her breast and rubbed her pussy.  When her son moaned in his sleep and changed his position slightly she almost jumped out of her skin – but she didn’t leave.  She was transfixed by the sight of her son and his erection, rooted in place by the sudden desires flooding through her. 

‘I need to leave, I need to go – but I can’t!  His cock is so…so hard, and so big!  I have to see it!’ she thought to herself, rubbing her mound a little harder.  She took a tentative step towards her son’s bed, her heart pounding in her chest; then she took another, and another, and before she knew it she was standing right next to her son’s bed.  She looked down at his face for a moment before letting her eyes travel down to the prominent bulge of his hard cock under the sheet, biting her bottom lip as she looked at it again. 

‘I shouldn’t, I really shouldn’t, but I have to – I just have to see it!’ she thought to herself as she took her hand from her breast and reached down to grasp the edge of the sheet in her fingers.  She looked up at her son’s face for a moment as she slowly and carefully lifted the sheet up, being as quiet as she could so as not to wake him.  She kept her eyes on his face as she slowly pulled the sheet up and then back, slowly revealing his cock to her, and when she looked down at his now-uncovered cock she let out an audible gasp. 

Her son’s cock was perfect, the most perfect example of a man’s cock she’d ever seen.  It was so hard that the skin was stretched tight over the shaft, every vein clearly visible, the bulbous head shiny and taught.  Her mouth fell open as she watched it gently throbbing with the blood pumping through it, and couldn’t help but wonder what – or who – her son was dreaming about to cause this kind of reaction.  In the back of her mind it registered that her son was clean shaven down there including his balls, and when she let her eyes travel down to the base of his cock she saw that his balls were hanging low, heavy and full. 

‘Oh, my God, his cock is so beautiful! And he’s so HARD!’ she thought to herself, looking back up at her son’s face for a moment to make sure he was still asleep before looking back down at his hard cock again.  Then a thought struck her, a very naughty, very taboo thought, but as soon as the thought crossed her mind she knew that she was going to act on it. 

‘I’ve got to touch it!  I’ve got to feel it in my hand, feel how hard it is!’ she thought to herself.  She slowly lowered the sheet down, letting it rest over the tops of his thighs, again being careful not to make a sound so as not to awaken him.  She reached down to touch his cock, hesitating with her hand less than an inch away from it as she mustered up the courage to continue. 

‘This is wrong, this is wrong, this is wrong!  But I can’t help myself!’ she thought, her mouth slightly open, her breath coming quickly now.  She glanced up at her son once again, then looked back down at his cock as she lowered her hand down, placing it palm down on the underside of his cock.  She let out a sigh as her hand touched it, closing her eyes for a moment at the sensations and emotions running through her. 

His skin was warm beneath her touch, silky smooth as oh-so-inviting!  She held her hand still for a moment and then slowly slid her fingers around the shaft, wrapping them around it and squeezing it gently but firmly.  She gasped again as she felt the hardness of his shaft in her hand – it was like gripping a warm steel rod, and she could feel it pulsing slightly in her hand.  His cock was so thick that she could barely get her fingers around it, something that she’d never experienced before.  She looked back up at her son’s face again quickly, and seeing that he was still asleep she looked back down at his cock in her hand once more. 

‘Oh, my God, it feels so good in my hand!’ she thought to herself.  It had been so long since she’d held a man’s hard cock in her hand that she couldn’t remember, and she could feel her pussy flooding against her fingers as she slipped her other hand down inside her pants to touch her bare skin.  She moaned softly as her fingers touched her clit, involuntarily pumping her son’s cock the tiniest bit as she touched herself.   

“Oh!” she gasped softly when she caught herself pumping her son’s cock, her eyes flying open wide as she looked up at his face to see if she’d awakened him.  Much to her surprise he was still asleep; he’d always been a sound sleeper, so at least that much hadn’t changed.  Waking him up to get ready for school had always been a task, with most mornings ending with her having to literally shake him with a hand on his shoulder in order to wake him up. 

She was relieved to see that he was still sound asleep, a slight smile on his face as she stood there with one hand wrapped around his hard cock and the other buried in her pussy.   She looked back down at his cock and she pumped it slowly, very, very slowly, squeezing it just a little bit tighter as she did, and she gasped slightly when a big drop of clear precum appeared at the tip. 

‘I…I can’t…but I want to…I shouldn’t…no, I shouldn’t, it’s wrong…but I want to, I want to so badly!” she thought to herself, watching the drop of precum get bigger as she slowly pumped his cock again. 

Without further mental debate she quietly dropped to her knees beside the bed, bracing herself with one hand on the bottom of the bed frame while she kept her grip on his cock with the other.  She looked up at his face once more, and then looked down to his hard cock in her hand.  Without a sound she lowered her face down to his cock and opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out and gently licking the big drop of precum from the tip.  She moaned very softly as she swallowed it, tasting the saltiness on her tongue, and without thinking about it she opened her mouth wider and wrapped her lips around the big head of his cock, taking half of it in her mouth.  She sucked gently, still gripping the shaft firmly in her hand, and was rewarded with a big squirt of precum right into her mouth and onto her tongue. 

Pamela moaned again, softly, relishing the taste of her son’s precum on her tongue.  Then she slid her mouth further down onto his cock, opening her mouth wide to take the entire head into her mouth, stopping when her lips were wrapped around the shaft right behind the flared ridge to suck more precum from him.  Her mouth was stretched wide by the thick shaft in her mouth, and she loved it. 

‘Oh, my God, his precum tastes so good!  I wonder what his cum tastes like?’ she thought to herself, momentarily losing her concentration and sucking harder – a bit too hard, in fact, as Chuck moaned softly and stirred in his sleep. 

Pamela froze, her eyes wide, her lips still clamped around his thick, hard cock, not daring to move a muscle.  It was a good thirty seconds at least before she dared move, and when she did she slid her mouth a little further down onto her son’s cock. 

‘I should stop, I should go, but I can’t!  I just can’t!’ she thought to herself as she slowly and carefully slid her mouth a little further down onto her son’s cock, pumping it firmly but gently with her hand around the base.  When she had about half of his cock in her mouth she stopped, holding it there for a moment, slowly sliding her wet tongue around the hard shaft.  When Chuck didn’t move she began sliding her mouth up and down on his cock, very slowly and very carefully, sucking firmly and tasting more precum on her tongue.  She closed her eyes and let out a soft moan as she sucked her son’s cock, her pussy flooding as she slid her mouth slowly up and down the turgid shaft. 

‘Oh, my God, his cock feels so good in my mouth!  And it’s so thick!  I love it!  God help me, but I love it!’ she thought to herself as she slowly sucked her son’s cock, sliding her mouth slowly up and down the shaft, pumping it firmly in her hand. 

She was so caught up in what she was doing that she completely missed the signs that Chuck was about to cum, and her eyes flew open wide in surprise and alarm when the first blast of cum exploded out of his cock and into her mouth. 

“MMPH!” she gasped around her son’s cock as it pumped and throbbed in her mouth, stream after stream of hot, sweet cum shooting out of it and into her mouth.  She closed her eyes and moaned as her mouth was quickly filled up with his cum, keeping her lips clamped around it as it pumped and throbbed on her tongue.  She was breathing hard through her nose, trying hard not to move or make too much noise lest she wake him in mid-orgasm.  She was sorely tempted to rub herself to orgasm as her son came in her mouth, but she knew she’d make too much noise when she came and would wake him, so as much as she wanted to keep it there she slipped her hand out of her pants and put it on the bottom of the bed frame instead. 

The pumping of Chuck’s cock in her mouth slowed and then stopped, and Pamela slid her mouth up the shaft until just the head was in her mouth.  She sucked on it firmly, pulling the last bit of cum out of him, then slid her lips over the head as she slipped it from her mouth.  She opened her mouth and gasped for air, her mouth full of her son’s cum, being careful not to spill any of it and make a mess.  Then she closed her mouth and swallowed, moaning softly as her son’s cum slid down her throat.  She opened her mouth and took another breath, the sweet taste of her son’s cum still on her tongue, being careful not to make too much noise. 

She turned her head and looked up at Chuck’s face and was amazed to see that he was still sound asleep.  She knew she had pushed her luck way too far; she gently slipped her hand from around his slowly softening cock, letting it lay on his abdomen.  She braced herself with her hands on the bottom of the bed frame and then got to her feet, being careful not to jostle the bed or make any noise.  She looked down at her sleeping son for just a moment, then reached down to gently pull the covers back up where they were before she came into the room.  Then she turned and left, padding softly and quietly across the room, easing the door closed behind her.   

Chuck opened his eyes and turned his head to look at the door, a smile on his face.  He had woken up about halfway through the blowjob, but didn’t want to startle and embarrass her by letting her know he was awake.  He was also enjoying the hell out of one of the best morning blowjobs he’d ever had, so he kept quiet and let her finish.  He was surprised when she swallowed his load; to find out that his mom not only gave great head but was also a swallower was a plus indeed.  Then the obvious hit him, and he smiled as he looked up at the ceiling and spoke. 

“My mom just gave me a blowjob!” he said softly to himself, his smile getting bigger.  “My own mom just gave me a blowjob and swallowed my load!  Holy shit!” he said softly, putting his hands behind his head as he lay on his back, marveling at what had just happened – and hoping that it happened again tomorrow morning. 

Pamela walked into her bedroom and closed the door behind her, leaning against it with her hands behind her butt as she tried to take stock of what had just happened.  She could still feel her son’s hard cock in her hand and taste his cum on her tongue, and her mind was whirling with thoughts of desire, satisfaction, guilt, and trepidation.   

“I just gave my own son a blowjob!” she said to herself, still not believing that she had done it.  She knew what she had just done was wrong, but she also knew that deep down inside her, in a place she never talked about with anyone, she had secretly wanted this to happen and was glad that it did. 

And that it would happen again tomorrow. 

After a few minutes of trying to regain her composure and catch her breath, she left her room and went to the kitchen to have another cup of coffee and get her day started without letting the morning’s events affect it.  When her son came into the room a few minutes later wearing his long lounge pants and a sleeveless t-shirt she tried her best to act normal, as if nothing had happened, and she was pretty sure she pulled it off.  At least there were no indicators from Chuck that she hadn’t, and as the morning passed and turned into the day and then the evening, things returned to how they had been before the morning’s events. 

When they both went to sleep that night they did so wondering and secretly hoping that it would happen again the following morning. 

And it did.  Pamela’s first thought when her eyes opened was that she wanted to taste her son’s cock in her mouth again, so she got out of bed, put on her big t-shirt and shorts, slipped out of  her room and padded quietly across the hall to her son’s room.  She opened the door just as carefully and quietly as she did the day before, and when she looked inside his room she smiled when she saw that he was lying on his back as before.  Her smile got bigger when she looked down and saw that he had another case of ‘morning wood’ that was just as big and prominent as the one he had yesterday morning.  Once again she walked quietly over to his bed and slowly lifted up the sheet covering him, marveling at the beauty of his hard cock as it lay on his abdomen.   

‘Oh, my!  His cock is so beautiful!  I know I shouldn’t be doing this, but it was so good!  And I just can’t help myself, I need to taste him again!’ she thought to herself as she looked at his cock. 

A few moments later she was kneeling on the floor next to his bed, the sheet pulled back past his cock, with her mouth sliding slowly up and down his hard shaft as she pumped the base with her hand.   

‘Oh, my God, he tastes so good!’ she thought to herself as she slid her mouth slowly up and down the length of his hard shaft, reveling in the sensations of it on her tongue.  She increased the pace and the suction she was applying with her mouth to urge him on to orgasm, trying to be careful not to awaken him. 

“MMPH!” she cried around his cock in her mouth, her eyes flying open wide, startled beyond description as she felt her son’s hands on her head, gripping it firmly and holding it in place.  She tried to turn and look up at her son but he held fast, holding her head in place with his cock in her mouth.  He held her head still for a moment, then slowly pushed it down to force her mouth further down on his cock. 

“HMMPPHH!” Pamela cried around his cock as he pushed harder, shoving his cock further into her mouth.  She breathed hard through her nose as he pushed the thick, hard shaft deep into her mouth, the bulbous head gently bumping the back of her throat.  She swallowed around his cock, sliding her tongue along the underside as she adjusted to the thick rod filling her mouth so deeply. 

“MPH!  MPH!  MPH!  MPH!” she cried around his cock as Chuck began face-fucking her, pushing her mouth gently but firmly up and down onto his cock, pushing it deep into her mouth with every stroke.  Pamela’s hands gripped the bottom of the bed frame for support as her son pushed her head up and down on the length of his cock, face-fucking her firmly but gently.  She could feel her pussy flooding, her clit tingling, as her son moved her head up and down the length of his cock over and over again. 

Chuck had no way of knowing it, but Pamela loved being used like this.  She was very submissive when it came to sex, and she absolutely loved to be face-fucked like he was doing to her now.  She closed her eyes and relished the sensations running through her as her son pushed her head up and down, forcing her mouth up and down on his shaft over and over again.  She slid one hand down to her pussy and began rubbing it hard and fast, wanting and needing to cum so desperately! 

‘OH MY GOD YES!  YES!’ she thought to herself as she rubbed her pussy fast and hard, relishing being used like she was.   

“MPH! GLMPH! HMPH! MPH!” Pamela moaned around her son’s cock as he pushed her head up and down on his shaft, and by the way he was increasing the tempo she could tell that he was getting ready to cum.  She was right, because a few seconds later she felt his cock explode in her mouth, blasting stream after stream of hot, thick cum into her mouth and down her throat. 

“MMMPHHHH!” she cried out around his cock, slapping her hands against the side of the bed as her son shoved his cock into her mouth, groaning as he came hard.  He pushed his hips up, his body tensing as he came, gripping his mom’s head firmly in his hands and holding it in place as his balls emptied themselves into her mouth.  Pamela swallowed as quickly as she could, but her mouth was filling up with his cum so rapidly that some of it escaped from the corner of her mouth and dripped down onto his abdomen. 

Chuck’s orgasm was intense but short, and when it had run its course it left him gasping for breath.  He released his mom’s head from his hands, letting them fall to the mattress, and Pamela kept her mouth clamped onto his cock.  She reached up and grabbed the base with one hand, squeezing it hard and pumping it firmly as she sucked hard on the shaft to get every last drop of his cum out.  She slid her mouth up to the head of his cock, holding it there while she pumped the last bit out of him, then slipped her lips from the head.  She saw the few drops of cum on his abdomen and ducked her head down to lick them up greedily.  Then she sat back, releasing his cock from her hand.  She swallowed the little bit of cum she had in her mouth, licking her lips as she did, then turned her head and looked up at her son.  He was watching her intently, a smile on his face. 

“Good morning, Mom!” he said, smiling. 

“Good morning, son,” she replied, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.  “I suppose I need to explain myself, huh?” she said, sitting back on her haunches as she looked up at him, a sheepish expression on her face. 

“No, Mom, you don’t,” Chuck replied, taking her by surprise.  “I get it, I really do,” he said, surprising her and showing her a wisdom that she had no idea a man of his young age could possess.  What he said next surprised her even more.  He sat up and turned on his side, propping himself up on one elbow as he continued. 

“You haven’t had a man in your life since you and Dad got divorced, so I’m pretty sure you haven’t had much of a sex life.  Sometimes our passions and desires build up to the point where they overtake us and our common sense, and we do things we otherwise wouldn’t have done had the situation been different,” he said, giving her a sympathetic and understanding smile. 

“Like sneaking into your son’s room and giving him a blowjob,” Pamela replied. 

“Yeah, like sneaking into your son’s room and giving him a blowjob,” Chuck repeated, his smile getting bigger.  “But I get it, Mom, I really do!” he said.   

“I don’t know what to say, honey, I really don’t,” she said, looking down at her hands in her lap for a moment before looking back up as she continued.  “I mean, I know what I did was terribly wrong, but I just couldn’t help myself!  Like you said, things just built up and…when I came in here to wake you up yesterday and saw your…your hard…penis…I just couldn’t resist it, and today, well, I guess I just needed to…to do it again, and…well…” she said, letting her words trail off.  Chuck reached forward and took her hand in his as he replied. 

“It’s okay, Mom, really,” he said, his voice soft as he looked into her eyes.  “I understand, and I’m not mad.  To be honest, you give one hell of a good blowjob!” he said, one side of his mouth turning up into a crooked grin. 

“Really?  You really think so?” she said, returning his smile. 

“Absolutely!” he replied, grinning.  “The best I’ve ever had!  And I get the feeling that you kind of liked being face-fucked, didn’t you, Mom?” he said, voicing what he suspected. 

“Well…to be honest, yes, I did,” she replied, looking down for a moment as she spoke.  “I just love being used like that!  I love being used as a man’s sex toy!” she said, letting her guard down and telling him everything.  She had a strange feeling that she could do this without being hurt, so she just let it all out. 

“Good to know!” Chuck replied, his grin getting bigger. 

“So I guess I have Sarah to thank for all of your insight and knowledge, huh?” she asked, looking up at him. 

“Yeah, you do,” Chuck replied.  “Like I said, she taught me more about women, how they work, how they think, what they want, and how to please them than I could possibly describe.  She was quite a woman, and I’m really gonna miss her when I go back to college in the fall,” he said, a wistful look on his face. 

“I’m sorry, honey, really,” Pamela said, a little twinge of jealousy running through her. 

“Don’t be sorry, Mom, because for the next three months I have you all to myself, and I plan on taking full advantage of it!” he said, grinning down at her. 

“Really?  You mean it?” she asked, her face brightening up as she looked at him. 

“Oh, yeah, I mean it, all right!” he replied, still grinning.  “But right now I could do with some breakfast; how about you?” he asked. 

“That sounds like a great idea!” Pamela said.  “I’ll go into the kitchen and get things started while you get dressed!” she said, getting up from the floor as she spoke, then turning to walk out of the door. 

“Hey, Mom?” Chuck said; she stopped and turned to look at him. 

“Yes, honey?” she said. 

“I love you,” he said. 

“I love you, too, honey!” she replied, grinning.  Then she opened the door and was gone, off to the kitchen to start fixing breakfast, feeling better about herself and her life than she had in a very long time. 

“This is gonna be a great summer!” Chuck said to himself, lying back in his bed and putting his hands behind his head.  He lay like that for a moment and then got up to get dressed so he could join his mom in the kitchen for breakfast. 

To be continued…