Man of the House

CHARMING'S AUTHOR'S NOTE #1:

Hello everybody, I'm back with another story! This one is another story about a mother and son, but this one takes a different approach than my other ones. I tried really hard to tone down the smut in this one, focusing instead on scene and passion/emotion to try to craft a richer story. Now that doesn't mean it isn't still smut, it's still me, but I think this story is a different animal than what I've written in the past.

CHARMING'S AUTHOR'S NOTE #2:

So, for those interested, the woman I modeled the mother off of in this story is Yvonne Strahovski, she's an Australian actress most famous for Handmaids Tale and Chuck. She's incredibly beautiful and a mother of two. If you see a picture of her pregnant, especially the ones where she's wearing a black dress for a photoshoot and she's got this glowing background behind her... she just looks breathtaking. I saw that photo and I was inspired to write this entire story. Enjoy everyone!

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"Sweetie, if you need help, I'm right here," Lenny's mother Sarah said lovingly. She was thirty-eight, having given birth to Lawrence "Lenny" McMaster when she was twenty. Lenny had to admit, his mother was beautiful; five feet nine inches tall, with a fit modelesque figure, long blonde hair, and striking blue eyes. The latest addition to her beauty was her five-month-old baby bump; yeah, his mother was pregnant and Lenny had to admit, her new figure turned him on more than it should. Lenny had grown fond of it, and Sarah had noticed that Lenny had taken a particular interest in her figure. Lenny had always been close to his mother, closer than most boys his age. Now, a few short months after Lenny's eighteenth birthday, Lenny found himself with a matching pair of broken wrists. A car accident while his friend Ryan was driving being the cause of the injury two weeks ago.

This particular evening, it was around the time when Lenny went to bed, which meant that his mother usually helped him change into his sleepwear. Her boyfriend bolted and left town as soon as she'd told him of the baby, which was weird considering she was already a mother of a teenaged son. Whatever the reason was, the bastard had completely ghosted her and disappeared off the face of the earth. Fuck him, they were better off without a deadbeat like him in their lives. Either way, this evening Lenny had found himself in his room with his mother, her having already changed into her sleepwear. His mother's usual sleepwear as of late had been a pair of maternity underwear and a baggy old tee shirt that was nearly thread bare. The lack of a bra under her shirt was obvious by the sway of her bust as she waddled over to Lenny's bed and sat down next to him. Lenny looked away, not wanting to stare at her amazingly long legs and her swinging breasts under her shirt, he'd pop a boner for sure if he continued to look.

Lenny felt his mother sit down on his left and lean over to him, her lips kissing him tenderly on the temple. "I'll be fine tonight, Mom, I really should be doing this stuff by myself." His hands lacked much of the dexterity that they had before the crash two weeks ago. Sarah knew her baby was technically correct, but she enjoyed caring for her boy, not to mention she loved how flustered and aroused he got around her when she wore her nightwear.

"I know, but I like helping you, Sweetie; it's what mommies do for their babies, no matter how old they are." She couldn't help the chuckle that accompanied her latest statement. Her baby boy, her big strong man, who she knew was incredibly sexually attracted to her, was currently blushing like a tomato. "Now tell me, what's one thing you absolutely cannot do on your own right now, that you could before?" Lenny was very quiet in response to his mother's question. Sarah laughed internally at the blush that overtook her son's face. Her baby was thinking about only one thing.

"Oh yeah, that's definitely something he can't do on his own," she mused to herself. Her baby boy was probably dying for a release. Two whole weeks at home staring at his pregnant mommy with no way to let out his cum? Sarah knew her baby boy, she didn't know exactly how long he'd been attracted to her, but he most certainly was these days. The thing was, there was something about her pregnant body that just made him super horny. Maybe it was the increased size of her ass, or the fact that her breasts were a few cup sizes larger than before. Hell, maybe it was the baby bump itself that had so enamored him; whatever it was, her son had been pumping away to thoughts of her for months now.

"I'm fine, Mom, nothing I can't handle; it's just another month," he said with a knowing chuckle that spoke volumes, the doctor had said the casts had to stay on his wrists for another month, much to Lenny's despair. In this moment, both Sarah and Lenny knew what they were talking about, it was obvious. Knowing that they were both on the same page when it came to the subject of this particular discussion, Sarah turned to face her boy and spoke softly.

"You're not fine, Sweetie; you spend half of your day up here trying to get erections to go away. We both know that you find my current... condition, extremely attractive, and yet you can't do anything about it. You don't have a girlfriend, you can't work because of your broken wrists, and you can't get a release to take the edge off. I know it's embarrassing, but to say that you're fine is just a straight up lie, Lenny." He couldn't help but look over at her, she hardly ever called him by his name, always either calling him Sweetie or Baby or some variation of the two.

"Look Mom, I know I'm not fine, I'm horny all the time. There isn't a whole lot I can do about it, short of buying something that doesn't requiring a ton of dexterity, like a Fleshlight." Sarah giggled to herself, apparently her little man had been thinking about this more than she thought.

"I know it might sound weird; but what if I helped you?" Lenny pulled back in shock, unsure if he'd heard his mother correctly.

"What did you say?" he asked, just for confirmation; she merely gave him a caring smile and nodded her head.

"You heard me correctly, Sweetie; I'm offering to help you take care of it." Lenny swallowed nervously; his eyes still as wide as saucers. Sarah could see that her baby boy needed a little help deciding if this was a trap or not, which she could understand. It wasn't every day that your mother offered to help give you a release.

Deciding that she had to drive home the seriousness of her offer, Sarah grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it up over her head and set it aside, revealing her swollen belly and breasts, two things she knew were objects of her son's masturbatory eye.

"Holy crap," Lenny said without thinking, which made her blush, her boy was so kind. Sarah smiled at her son and cradled her breasts in her hands, feeling their weight. She looked down at them seeing how veiny and swollen they were, as they prepared for the child she'd be giving birth to in a few months.

"They're so sensitive now, not to mention they're so much bigger than they used to be." She looked back up from her chest and saw her son was staring at her breasts, which didn't surprise her.

"Wow," he said absently, her tits clearly on his brain. Sarah snickered at his reaction and glanced down at his lap, where she found another obscene bulge. Her baby boy was all hard again, but this time she was going to do something about it, because he'd been suffering whether he admitted it out loud or not.

"Aren't they great?" she asked with a small smile, he merely nodded quietly, his bulge doing all the necessary talking to tell her how he really felt.

"They're very nice," he said nervously as he looked away, realizing he'd been staring at his mother's chest, which she'd admittedly shown him voluntarily, but still. Sarah gave her boy a smile and looked at his bulge once again to check if he was still hard, her was.

"Come on, Sweetie, look at that thing in your pants, it's obscenely hard!" Lenny looked down and his length was indeed bulging ridiculously in his boxers and sweats. "Are you really going to tell me that you want to go to bed with that thing so hard?" She asked, sure she'd get him to get over his nervousness now. Lenny swallowed nervously.

"Come on Lenny, you masturbate, what, three times a day?" he nodded. "Do you always think about me when you masturbate?" he nodded once again, which warmed her heart. "Aw, that's so sweet; thank you, Baby!" he merely blushed in embarrassment. "Anyway, the average male ejaculates point one two five ounces of semen every time they cum." Sarah grabbed Lenny's phone and opened the calculator. "So, if we do some ugly math and multiply that by three, we get point three seven five ounces every single day. Multiply that by three-hundred and sixty-five point two five days and you get, one hundred and thirty-six point nine six ounces of semen in a single year." Lenny swallowed nervously; that was a lot.

"That's a lot of fucking semen squirted out of my baby boy's cock," Sarah cooed as she leaned in and gave his shoulder a bump with her own. Lenny blushed as she did more math. "If you divide by one hundred and twenty-eight ounces, you get one point zero seven gallons of semen." Lenny blanched, that was so much cum, so much fucking cum. "That's a lot of fucking cum that you've ejaculate to thoughts of me, Sweetie. That's one of those gallons of milk that we've got in the fridge down stairs," she said softly, having vigorously put it in perspective how much masturbating he did to thoughts of his own mother. "Right now, I want to help you let out about point one ounces of that spunk, which doesn't sound like a lot in comparison, but it'll be more than enough to make you feel so much better when you go to sleep tonight." Lenny swallowed and nodded to convey that he was following her, she gave him a smile.

"I just... isn't that incest?" he asked weakly, which got a hardy laugh from Sarah.

"You tell me, you're the one whose been thinking about it every night in bed!" Lenny couldn't help but nod at her statement, she had a point.

"Okay I see your point." Sarah reached out as he finished speaking and traced her finger along her son's jaw line, he was growing up to be such a handsome man. He'd gotten his height from his father, so he wasn't going to ever be taller than his mother, but like his father, he was attracted to taller women. Still, in spite of the fact that her baby was a shorter man, him only standing five foot seven inches tall, he was a very dashing boy. His curly brown hair just like his father's, and his mother's blue eyes gave him a very striking look. Her boy never got to know his father; her husband having been killed in the line of duty as a Patrol Officer for the Cincinnati Police Department when Lenny was only a year old. As she looked at her baby boy now, growing up and almost ready to take on the world, she knew she had to seize these last few chances she had to pamper and take care of her little man, even if it meant doing something that society thought of as unthinkably taboo.

Admittedly, Sarah had been fantasizing about her boy for months now, she'd done her damndest to hold those thoughts at bay while he was a minor, but when he turned eighteen, the floodgates opened. Every night since his birthday, Sarah McMaster rubbed her needy center to thoughts of her baby boy doing all sorts of dirty things to her. If it wasn't her hand than her trust dildo did the job, either way, her little man was the center of her sexual universe. A part of her had seriously considered offering to suck him off for his birthday as a present, but she'd reconsidered the day before because of how shy he was, among other reasons. Even now, she was topless on his bed, offering to help him and he was too nervous to make a move. Oh well, Sarah would just have to make the first move, just like with his father.

"Tell me the truth, Baby, what is it about me being pregnant that makes you so aroused all the time?" the caring smile and gentle tone with which she said that told Lenny that she wasn't trapping him or drawing him into anything that she could use to punish him, she was genuinely curious. He took a deep breath and looked over at her, looked at her body, really looked and thought.

"It's not what you think it is," he began. Sarah gave him a curious but kind look, urging him to continue. "You have this aura right now that I just find... breathtaking. You're pregnant, one of the most primal and basic functions of human existence, yet also one of the most beautiful. Your body turns me on because... you're perfect, an-and your pregnancy only makes you more so." Sarah's breath caught in her throat, that was the last thing she'd expected. She was suddenly feeling those butterflies she'd felt the first time her husband had told her he loved her so many years ago when they'd started dating in high school. She'd been a sophomore, while he was a senior, it had been very scandalous at the time. She'd been very popular among the sophomore's for dating a senior, while he'd become very unpopular, many calling him a pervert. The thing was, her husband was nothing but a gentleman and they'd done nothing of the sort until she'd turned eighteen. Her husband didn't care about what everyone else said back then and he loved her too much to force her to do that when she wasn't comfortable with it. Now all these years later, her heart was fluttering just like it had the first time he'd kissed her.

"I..." she didn't know how to respond to one of the nicest things anyone had ever said to her. Lenny looked away in embarrassment, sure she was about to get mad at him as most girls did when he got all eloquent. The last thing Lenny expected was his mother's hand to turn his head back towards her so her lips could crash into his. It may have been his first kiss, but as he did what felt natural, the kiss deepened and it felt so right.

As Sarah kissed her son, she was overwhelmed by how right it felt; it hadn't felt this right in seventeen years. The emotions inside her threatened to overwhelm her as she reached up and cradled his head in her hands and deepen the kiss further. When she felt his tongue duel hers, the tears began to fall down her cheeks. That spot inside her soul that had remained empty since her husband's death, was filled up in that moment and she couldn't help the emotions she was feeling. She felt her son's fingers ghost over her breasts, her skin alight with passion as she felt his cast encased hands and wrists on her body.

Sarah broke the kiss; her tears still falling and rested her forehead against his. She loved her baby boy so much; he was so perfect in every way. As their eyes met, her's red and glassy from tears, she spoke. "Thank you." She could see love in her son's eyes, the kind of love reserved for a spouse and she finally began to understand her son. As she felt his fingers on her cheeks, gently wiping the tears away and caressing her face tenderly, she smiled into the feeling. "I haven't felt loved like that in... so long. I love you Sweetie, so much." Lenny gave her a tender smile and nodded.

"Anything for you, Mom," he replied tenderly. As that hole in her heart began to open once again, the feelings from the kiss beginning to wane, Sarah bit her lip contemplatively. Lenny could see that she was agonizing over something, but it only lasted for a short moment before she looked back into his eyes, her's soft and tender.

"Make love to me... please." A part of him was shocked by his mother's request, but another part of him, a part of him deep inside that he'd never been to before, knew what he needed to do. Sarah saw her baby boy nod, his smile returning as his fingers caressed her cheek, his thumb ghosting over her lips, swollen from their kiss.

"I'd be honored to, Mom." To punctuate his answer, he leaned in and captured her lips in another loving kiss, giving her that tender passion that her heart had sorely missed for so long. As they continued to kiss, she felt him stand up and begin to fumble with his sweats. Sarah broke the kiss and looked at her son, his lack of dexterity giving him trouble once again.

"Let Mommy help you," she said as she removed his shirt first, wanting to see his body. As her son's chest slowly came into view, she saw his toned chest. His chest was not muscular, but not unfit either; it was perfect for his personality. His breath hitched in the back of his throat as he felt her hands on his chest, her fingers slowly trailing streaks of fire along his skin. As her fingers reached the elastic of his sweats, she gave them a slow tug and felt them give way, his boxers falling as well. Lenny saw his mother's loving smile as his hardness came into view and he had to admit, he was nervous about what she'd think. He wasn't the tallest and fittest guy, so he was nervous that he wouldn't measure up.

As Sarah saw her son's erection standing up proudly, she smiled lovingly at it and reached out for it. While it wouldn't be the largest penis she'd ever had, it was perfect; it was more than enough to please any woman, and certainly nothing to feel self-conscious about.

"It's perfect, Sweetie, just like the rest of my sweet baby boy." She helped him step out of his sweats and boxers and then stood up to her full height, they were perfect for each other. "Help me get out of these?" she asked with a smile and a raised eyebrow, Lenny nodded nervously and crouched down a bit. As his fingers snaked inside the stretchy material of her maternity underwear, he was able to easily pull them down, to reveal her center, as gorgeous as the rest of her.

"Wow," he breathed as he gazed at it, swollen labia, and a hint of dew on her folds.

"Isn't she pretty?" Sarah commented as she watched her inexperienced son admire her center. "She hasn't had anyone make love to her in a long time, Baby, I hope you're ready." Lenny looked up at her with a smile before he stood back up to face her. When they were face to face once again, his hands cradled her cheeks and he leaned in to captured her lips once again. The kiss deepened as the others before them had; Sarah's hands snaking through the hair on the back of his head to hold him in place.

Sarah pulled back from the kiss and gazed lovingly into her son's eyes. "Come on, Sweetie, Mommy needs her baby boy to make love to her body." She took a hold of Lenny's hand and led him over to his bed, pulling back the comforter and climbing into the bed. Considering her pregnancy, she laid on her right side and placed an extra pillow between her thighs.

"Just climb on in and lay here behind me, Baby, this is the most comfortable way to do this, I promise." Lenny followed his mother's instructions and spooned in behind his mother's body, she could feel his arousal against her back and it made her smile. She was about to be her son's first time, as crazy as it all was. "I'm already pregnant, so no need to worry about a condom; just slide inside me, slowly," she said as she reached behind her and grasped ahold of Lenny's member, eliciting a gasp from the virgin lover sharing the bed with her. Lenny readjusted and with his mother's assistance, felt the sensitive end of his hardened rod pierce her velvety soft veil. Sarah moaned softly, it had been months since she'd had that feeling of a real man inside her and never this tenderly, not since her husband anyway.

Lenny couldn't believe how warm and wet it felt. The feeling of her center around him was so much more intense than he'd expected it to be. As he pushed in a little, he heard his mother gasp. He stopped his slow advance and spoke, "Are you okay?" She nodded yes, her eyes screwed shut.

"Feels so good. The extra blood flow down there from my pregnancy makes me sensitive," she added for clarification. Now sure he wasn't hurting his mother, Lenny pushed all the way in slowly, luxuriating in the incredible sensations her warm depths were inflicting upon his hardness. Once he was all the way inside, he pulled out slowly, until he was almost all the way out, before pushing back inside to a different depth. This process continued for long minutes, the varying depths and pace driving Sarah crazy as the two of them made slow, passionate love.