He came out donning only a towel. I called for him and told him that I took his clothes and to come to the couch with me. He followed my instructions to get under the blanket with me and cuddle. I was greatly enjoying rubbing his warm, smooth, naked body as it clung to me. Quickly, my youngest fell asleep, his cock resting comfortably in my loving hand. This felt very natural and maternal.
As he slept, clinging to me in a way he hadn't done in at least a decade, I languidly played with his cock and made it grow. I would then stop until it went soft and slept and then play with it some more. It was mine after all. As I played with my sleeping son, I let my mind drift and could not help but wonder what it would be like to kiss him deeply. That led to pondering what he would be like to make love to or just fuck like a banshee. I took my hand from his cock and used it to satisfy myself as he slumbered, oblivious to what I was doing. Eventually, I wanted to go to bed, so I got up and sent him to his room so I could go to mine. I drifted off to sleep with my mind full of wanton, incestuous desires. Tyler would certainly have to satisfy them.
Everything was wonderful for a few days until Tyler's worthless father called him. I don't know what they talked about but it put him in a very foul mood. He told me he was going to take a drive and slammed the door behind him. He slammed it again when he got home. I ignored his little tantrum until he came into the kitchen, where I was sitting at the table reading, and began to forcefully stack dishes and grunt with each one. "Can you keep it down over there?" I asked, feeling annoyed.
"Sure." He replied loudly and continued stacking them louder.
I knew where this was going and did not want any of my dishes broken. I stood up defiantly and firmly said "Slam another plate and I will spank you so hard, you won't be able to sit down for a week!"
He stared at me for 5-10 seconds before, in a challenging act of audaciousness, he deliberately dropped a plate to floor and watched it break into pieces. I was stunned at how brazen he was and enraged that he had defied me so briskly.
I walked to him angrily but instead of striking him, I yanked his pants down with authority and grabbed his cock. He gasped, surprised and it grew in my hand faster than ever, I looked at him, said "C'mere," and led him down the hallway, pants around his ankles, by his unbending manhood.
"Ow...Mom...Ow...please...Mom..." He grunted as I pulled him by his cock until we got to my room.
I bent him over my bed and spanked him with my bare hand. He stayed quiet, knowing it was his fault. Once I was finished disciplining him, the licentious mother inside me came out. I was angry but also hot, wet and turned on. I removed my yoga pants and underwear before Tyler's wide, almost panic-stricken eyes. Scooting onto the bed in front of him, still bent over, I decided it was Mommy's time to feel good.
I took my virgin son by the hair and pulled his face toward my torrid pussy. "Just lick it!" I growled.
His tongue touched it and commenced licking and kissing it. I clamped my knees around his ears and yelled his name into my near-dark bedroom. If the windows had been open the neighbors would have heard me but I didn't care. It felt so good that I could not help but cum against his beautiful face.
Panting and tingling all over, I stopped being angry and began to become a very proud mother.
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