It was an early summer evening. I had been out with some friends for a late dinner when suddenly one of them became ill. So our plans fell through and I returned home earlier than expected.
As I entered the front door, I noticed that the TV in the den was on. The den is accessible from the hall via an open door and from the kitchen via a swinging door. A shuttered "window" also looked in on it from the kitchen. It was originally supposed to be a dining room, but with kids formal dining rooms are laughable.
Anyway, I heard a low murmur of voices from the den, and figured that John, my 19-year-old son, had a friend over to watch TV. Not wanting to bother them, I entered the kitchen to fix myself a sandwich. But halfway to the 'fridge, I was stopped in my tracks by a moan emanating from the den. I crept up to the shutters, quietly moved some of the louvers, and peered in.
There, by the flickering light of the TV, I saw Jeff on his knees in front of the couch. Seated on the couch was a young blonde girl, whom I recognized as Barbara Carson, one of the more popular cheerleaders from John's school. I had often heard John mooning about after her, despairing that she was out of his reach. I would really be cheering for my shy son over this conquest, were it not for the fact that the girl was naked!
John, too, had most of his clothes off. Clad only in his skivvies, he was busily eating the teenage bombshell's pussy! She moaned encouragement to him "Oh, yes. That's good. Eat my pussy." And he eagerly complied. I should have marched right in there to stop it, but the poor boy would have been mortified. In an odd way, I was pleased for him. I had been so worried since his father died that he would be backward where it came to women. I decided to let the episode run its course, then speak to him afterward. In the meantime, I had an opportunity to observe some real hot cunt-lapping!
The girl was getting closer and closer to orgasm. She kept encouraging him saying such things as "LICK my clit. Oh, yes, John. Are you sure you've never done this before?" Eventually, however, she stopped talking and just moaned as her orgasm approached. Finally she uttered a short scream, ground her crotch in my son's face, and flooded his tongue with her juices. He kept licking and sucking, until finally, with a shudder she pushed him away.
John stood up and shucked his shorts. I gasped inwardly when his sweet young cock sprang into view. Like the rest of him, it was man-high but boy-wide. In fact, its lack of girth made it look even longer than it was. I don't know where he got such an endowment, but it wasn't from his father. Anyway, he sat down next to the girl and said "What about me, Barb? How about my turn?"
Barbara got up and turned to face him. "Very nice," she said "but I'm done here. You can go back to jacking off."
Poor John's face fell. "But... I thought you liked me," he said.
"I like you fine..." the teasing bitch said cruelly as she dressed, "as a cuntlapper. But there's no way I'm returning that favor. If it got out that I fucked or sucked a dweeb like you, I would be the laughing stock of the school, not to mention getting bothered by all the other geeks. Thanks for the cum, baby, but I'm gone." and she flounced out of the house.
John just sat there stunned on the couch, his hard-on in no way diminished by the shredding he had just received. If he hadn't been my son, I would have found it almost comical the way his prick quivered all alone without hope for relief. With a half-sob, John grabbed it and began jacking off furiously.
My heart went out to him and, without thinking, I entered the den and approached him.
"MOM!" he yelped, grabbing a throw pillow and trying to cover up. Then he just gave up and burst into tears.
