"Michael! Michael, it is time to get up!" That boy is just like his daddy, shaking my head as I climb the stairs to Michael room. I swear both would sleep all day if someone didn't come in and shake the bed. A smile crosses my face as I remember some of the times I woke Michael's father, sometimes parts of him were awake before he was. Those were the good times..., never to be repeated as Michael's dad was killed at work, almost a year ago. Lord I miss his touch upon my body. His sweet loving could drive me so crazy. Snap out of it Anna, you have a son to get up and off to his first year of college.
Michael's bedroom door is open and as I walk into the room I stop and look at my son on his bed. He has kicked his covers off and is laying on his back. God, he is so handsome, coal black hair, long and lean body with muscles to spare, and a golden brown skin free of excessive body hair. Then my eyes are drawn to his jockey shorts, and what I see there takes my breath away. Michael's dad was well endowed but Michael dick is so large that half of it has escaped from the top of his jockey shorts and the head of it is past his belly button!
I can't take my eyes off of Michael's monster cock. Like a moth to a flame I am pulled forward powerless to stop till I am standing next to his bed. I can see the veins in his dick pulse with the beat of his heart. The head of this giant dick is red with the hot blood flowing through it, and there is the glistening precum from the tip that has dripped down and pooled on his flat belly. My mouth waters and I can feel the moisture leak from my cunt, I'm so hot that I can smell my own passion. How long, oh sweet Jesus, how long has it been since I have seen a cock? My knees grow week and I slowly lower myself on Michael's bed as I don't want to wake him up. I can't take my eyes off his dick, I have been trapped like the rodent who has stared too long at the snake. Placing my hands on each side of my son I lean forward to get a better look at his serpent. I reach a point where I can't go forward and I can't go backwards.
I smell his musk, so like his dad's that before I know what I am doing I have his dick in my mouth. The memories come flooding back, how many times did I do this with his dad. My mouth is so full with just the head of his dick in my mouth that I am doing everything I can not to scrape it with my teeth. The taste is wonderful! As I grow comfortable with this fullness, I start to let my tongue circle its' head. Michael's body starts to gently hump my face, a moan escapes his lips, and more precum escapes to coat my tongue. Too long, way too long, I think to myself as I start to move my head up and down on this massive dick.
I feel hands on each side of my head. I close my eyes and remember how Michael's dad gently held my head as he fucked my mouth. I can feel my wetness as it leaves my pussy and moves down my thighs...
"Mom?" a sleepy sound escaping from Michael's mouth.
I keep my eyes closed and continue to suck.