This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Copyright 2014 by the author.
Introduction:
This story is either really stupid, or really clever. I can't decide which. There is a simulated rape scene at the end which although part of a consensual sex game, some readers may not like. You have been warned.
Mom helps her son wake up
"Tom! Get up and get out of bed, now!" Janelle yelled.
"Mom, not so loud. I'm still tired. Just a few more minutes." he muttered sleepily as he rolled over away from her.
"Damn it, Tom, you're going to be late for your bus. Wake up!" she grabbed his shoulder and tried to shake him awake, but she felt his muscles tense up under her hands. No matter how hard she tried, Janelle couldn't stop her mind from drifting to the recurring fantasies she'd recently begun having. She couldn't help herself as her hand touched her son's warm skin. Skin that covered the steely muscles she had been admiring ever since she realized her son had become a man. Knowing in her mind it was wrong to have the feelings she had, her body betrayed her and she felt a tingling sensation between her legs as she caressed his strong shoulder with her fingertips. Janelle closed her eyes and an image appeared in her mind of her hands touching his shoulders while he held her down with his muscular body and...
"Okay mom, I'm up. I'm up." he sat up in bed, blinking his eyes. He didn't seem to notice how his mother's touch had gone from a firm shove to a gentle caress as he sat up in bed.
Somehow, Janelle snapped out of her daydream and was able to summon her most stern 'mom' voice. "Hurry up and take your shower, I've got to finish getting ready so I'm not late for work." she walked out of his room and he got out of bed.
Tom was 18 years old and was NOT a morning person. He liked to sleep until noon when he could, but he had to get up at 6 am for his senior year at high school. He watched as his mom walked out of his room, admiring her firm ass as it jiggled beneath her tight skirt. Like most young men, Tom loved his mom, but he had recently begun thinking of her in ways that embarrassed and excited him. Knowing it was wrong to have the lurid, sexually explicit thoughts he had about his own mother, he couldn't help himself.
He couldn't help it, he told himself, because his mother was so beautiful and sexy. At just over 5 feet 7 inches tall, she had the body of a much younger woman. Even at 37 years old, she kept her slender figure, and her small waist contrasted with her womanly hips and ample busom. Her long brown hair showed none of the gray his friends' moms had, and her skin was clear and smooth with only the slightest hint of crows feet around her eyes when she smiled.
He rolled out of bed and wearing only his boxer briefs, went down the hall to his bathroom. The form-fitting underwear held his morning erection against his body until he closed the bathroom door. Following his usual routine, he freed his aching cock and stepped into the shower stall. Under the invigorating spray of warm water, he closed his eyes and began stroking his firm cock. In his mind, it was his mother's hand that grasped his shaft and moved up and down, and it didn't take but a few minutes for his seed to erupt from his throbbing manhood onto the floor and down the shower drain.
*
The next morning, Janelle went into her son's room. "Tom, time to get up. Tom!"
"In a minute, mom." his eyes never opened.
Tired and exasperated at having to wake her son every morning, her lust for him was subdued by her annoyance at his behavior. Suddenly Janelle had an idea that she hoped would get Tom's attention and show him how frustrating their mornings had become for her. She went to the kitchen and got a pitcher from the cabinet, then she filled it with cold water and went to Tom's room. "Last warning, Tom. Get out of bed." she said sternly.
He rolled over away from her, saying nothing.
"I warned you." she said as she poured the cold water on him starting at his head and moving down until he was soaked from head to toe.
"What the Fuck? Damn it, mom! That's fuckin' freezing. Are you trying to kill me? Shit!" he jumped out of bed and stood in his underwear, shivering.
"Watch your language, young man. I'm tired of fighting with you every morning. I warned you. Now go take a shower."
"My bed's all wet, mom."
"Too bad." Janelle went to her room and got ready for work, then she went down to the kitchen to get her coffee.
Tom was already there eating a bowl of cereal. "That really pissed me off, mom. Don't pull that shit again."
She could see that he was mad. "I'm sorry, I just got tired of fighting with you every morning."
"And you thought pouring ice cold water on me would help?" he threw his spoon down and stood up. "Fuck this. I'm leaving." he grabbed his backpack and walked out the door.
She drank her coffee as tears started to roll down her cheeks. "I didn't mean..." she sobbed to herself for a while, then she pulled herself together and went to work.
During her lunch break, she did some internet searches on how to wake up crabby children, even though her son Tom was becoming more of a man every day. She read about a technique where the parent gets in bed with the child and hugs them while talking quietly to them, waking them up slowly and gently. She began to think about how hot it would be to get in bed with her son at his age. She was sure he'd get an erection. She put her hand in her crotch as she wondered what Tom's cock would look like, and feel like.
At home later, Tom was still mad, he made a sandwich for dinner so he didn't have to eat with his mom. He stayed in his room all night, trying to dry his bed with a hair dryer.
She knocked on his door.
"Go away!" he yelled.
"I want to apologize, Tom. Can I come in, please?"
He opened the door. "What?"
"I'm sorry about this morning. I feel terrible. I promise I'll never do anything like that again. Can you forgive me?"
"Okay, mom. I forgive you. I've got to make my bed now, I finally got it dried out."
"Good night, sweetie." she hugged him, again noticing how big he was. He was a few inches taller than her and still growing.
"Good night, mom." he could feel her soft breasts pressing against his chest and he had to pull away from her to hide his arousal.
He closed his door and made his bed. Before he fell asleep, he masturbated while thinking about her breasts, and the way her fragrance lingered in the air long after she had gone.
*
The next morning, Janelle went into Tom's bedroom. She was quiet, not wanting to disturb him.
"Good morning, baby." she whispered in his ear. She pulled his sheet down and saw that he was on his back, and he was only wearing a pair of boxer brief underwear. She got on his bed and straddled him, lowering herself until her underwear touched his. She could feel his arousal as she pressed her body against his. Moving her hips back and forth, she leaned down and kissed him on the lips. "Are you awake, Tom?"
"Mmmm." Tom thought he was still dreaming as he opened his eyes. "That you, mom?"
"It's me, baby. Just stay there for a minute, there's no hurry to get up." she was still moving her hips, dry humping him, although her panties were anything but dry. He was now fully engorged, and it felt bigger than she thought it would.
