Alone Again -- Marsha 'Helps' DJ Again
The next uncomfortable time came when the family was faced with Brad's next business trip. Though nobody said anything, they were all a bit apprehensive. Though Dejuanne's head had healed nicely, and there were absolutely no symptoms that indicated an even remote possibility of a repeat of the events that transpired on the beach, this was still in the back of everyone's mind.
"Maybe I should post-pone this trip," confided Brad to his wife that night in bed.
"You know you can't do that. We are fine and you know it. What happened will never happen again, barring another port-a-potty being lifted into the air and striking DJ really hard in the head -- two times. I would say the probability of that is pretty remote. Wouldn't you?"
Brad had to laugh at his wife's wonderful ability to sum things up. She was right, of course. She was always right. She was the best woman in the world, and he loved her more now than he ever had in the past.
She was simply the best. Most beautiful. Most intelligent. Most understanding. Simply the best. There was no reason to believe that Dejuanne would become aggressive again.
It simply wasn't in the kid's nature. It hadn't been all these years. The only reason he had gotten aggressive that day was because of the head trauma he had suffered. As soon as he recovered from the blow to the head, the aggression stopped.
So Brad's trip was on. As was customary on the night before an extended business trip, Brad made love to Marsha that night. For some reason, since the accident, their sex life had taken on a whole new charge!
Both Brad and Marsha often found themselves thinking of the incident on the beach quite often. For some reason, every time Brad made love to Marsha, when he first started to penetrate her, he would think back to that day on the beach -- the show he was watching between their legs, as Dejuanne penetrated several inches of his incredible cock into his mother.
And while they were fucking, Brad would think of Marsha's cum covering their son's massive cock. Brad had to save this thought for toward the end of their lovemaking, as it always made him have an intense orgasm as soon as the mental image entered his mind's eye.
Marsha wasn't really much better. Each time Brad would make love to her, Marsha would close her eyes and imagine Dejuann'es immense cock. Granted, there was really no comparison between Brad and DJ's cocks though.
When Brad entered her, she could barely even feel his tiny little penis. But her imagination, coupled with her stimulating her clit with her hand while they fucked -- thinking of DJ's cock...the sight of it in her hand as she was washing him, then the feel of it, as he slowly began to penetrate her.
Normally by the time she imagined DJ showering her in his amazing amount of cum, Marsha had entered her own earth-shattering orgasm. And of course, this was good for Brad's ego. Never before had his wife been able to cum during love-making. Now she did almost everytime!
All this imagining for both Brad and Marsha gave the illusion to each partner that they were doing a really good job in bed. Brad couldn't remember Marsha EVER cumming while he fucked her.
These days she seemed to cum at the drop of a hat! And tonight was no exception. Brad was starting to wonder if maybe he had just found the right position to give her just the right amount of friction during their lovemaking.
After Brad and Marsha each had a wonderful orgasm, Brad slowly pulled out of Marsha and rolled over onto his back with a satisfied smile on his face. Marsha looked over at her resting husband with love in her eyes.
She glanced down at his cute little cock and couldn't help but smile. He was so cute. And his little dick -- which was quickly shrinking after having cum -- was also just plain cute!
Sure he didn't have a monster cock like DJ, but she still loved him.
The next day Brad was off to the airport for his next trip. DJ had a track meet, and Marsha was busy cleaning up around the house.
When DJ got back from his track meet, he was very excited. It seemed he had not only won first place in the Avon Invitational, he had also set a new school record that night in the event.
He was honored at the track meet and awarded another new metal to pin onto his letterman's jacket. He was already starting to look a bit like a field general from all the metals he had been winning this year.
Marsha couldn't help but feel the glowing pride of a parent as DJ recounted the excitement of the event to her. She listened with rapt attention as her son told her how he was able to beat the two best seniors in the district at their best event.
After supper, Marsha and DJ retired to the living room to watch a movie for awhile. Though DJ never spoke of the event on the beach to his mother, he thought of it often.
There was one thing that continually came back into his mind. Anytime he thought of it, he simply HAD to make himself cum - and quickly -- it drove him wild with desire.
As the movie ended, DJ turned to his mother who was seated next to him on the couch. She was wearing a tight red shirt that showed off her perfect tits nicely.
"Mom," asked DJ.
"Yes?"
"Remember that day on the beach?"
"Uh-oh." Smiled Marsha at her son "yes."
"Oh, Never mind."
"No, it's OK honey. Don't be afraid to talk to me about it. It's really OK."
"Are you sure? Sometimes it's really hard for me when I think about that day."
"Well, as I've told you before, you don't have to feel bad about that day. You weren't yourself because of getting hit so hard on the head."
"Yeah I know. It's not so much that...it's just-"
"Yes?"
"Well, every time I think about it, I get really excited. There are things that happened that make me almost crazy when I think about them! And that was my first time -- ever."
"Oh yeah?" smiled Marsha, as she thought about how events from that day did exactly the same thing to her.
"Well, though it never should have occurred, I do feel a sense of honor at being the first girl you have ever been with. So tell me, like what events that happened make you so crazy?"
