My Son

This is the story of my relationship with my son, Neal. My husband left in the middle of the night when Neal was 12 years old and neither of us has ever heard from him since. I am now 45, though all of my friends tell me I still look like I am in my late 20s. I am 5'6" with long red hair that hangs down past my waist. My breasts are still a firm, upright 36D and I have a 24" waist. My hips are only 34", which made having Neal a bit difficult. But he's the best thing in my life and being married to his worthless father is made that much better by his being the product. Neal is now 26 and 6'4" tall, solid muscle with an engaging smile that makes everyone like him immediately.

For the first couple of years after Neal's father left, I was just a mess, crying all the time, feeling sorry for myself, wondering what I did wrong that he would just leave like that. Everything had seemed to be going great. One day when Neal was 18, I remember it well, I had just finished showering when I was overcome by one of my feel‑sorry‑for‑myself episodes and sat on the bed crying. I had always tried to shield Neal from how I felt but he must have heard me crying, for the next thing I knew he was standing next to the bed, a hand on my shoulder trying to reassure me.

"Don't cry, mom," he said. "Everything will be okay."

At that I burst into tears, the thought of my son trying to comfort me. I wrapped my arms around Neal's waist and buried my head against his stomach, sobbing uncontrollably. Neal continued to gently stroke my head until I stopped crying. I finally got control of myself and let him go, sitting up, not realizing that my towel had come undone and had slipped from my body to the bed, exposing me entirely.

"I'm sorry, Neal," I told him, still unaware that he was staring at my naked body.

Neal was already over six feet tall and from where I was sitting his waist was just about at eye level. Because of that I couldn't help noticing the bulge that began to grow in Neal's shorts. Looking up at him I saw that he was acutely embarrassed and that his eyes kept moving over my body, which I now realized was totally exposed to his view. Pulling up my towel, I furiously thought of how to deal with the situation.

"I'm sorry, Neal," I told him. "I didn't realize the towel had fallen. That wasn't fair to you."

"Gee, mom, that's okay," Neal stammered, his cock still growing and pushing out the front of his shorts. "It's just that you're really beautiful."

"You must be kidding," I laughed. "I'm in my 40s. But seeing me made this happen?" I asked, pointedly lifting my hand and gently placing it over the bulge in his shorts.

"Gosh, yeah, I guess so," Neal stammered as I felt the size of him through his shorts. He was definitely bigger than his father had been.

"I haven't been with a man since your father left," I confessed, still gently squeezing his cock through his shorts. "I didn't think I could get a man excited anymore."

"You've sure got me excited," Neal gasped as I squeezed him firmly through his shorts.

"It does feel that way," I agreed, again squeezing him. "But let me see," I said, letting my hand slide up to his waistband.

Neal had just stood there while I pulled his shorts down to the floor, his cock springing out and standing straight in front of him.

"Oh, Neal, you have such a nice cock," I told him, reaching out and grasping him around the shaft while at the same time I leaned forward, opening my mouth and softly sucking on the head of my son's cock.

"Oh, mom!" Neal exclaimed as I began to suck his cock, moaning as I remembered the taste I so loved. I lost any pretense of keeping the towel around me and let it slide back down onto the bed, now sitting naked on my bed with my son standing between my spread legs while I sucked his cock. It had to be at least 10" long and it was only with great effort that I managed to suck it entirely into my mouth and throat without choking.

"Neal, I'm so sorry," I stammered, keeping firm hold on his cock and looking up at him. "It's just that It's been so long and you have such a beautiful cock. I'll stop if you want me to," I told him, "but if you'll let me, I'd like to keep on sucking your beautiful cock until you cum in my mouth. I always loved the taste of cum and It's been a few years now. Do you understand?"

"Gee, mom, I don't mind if that's what you want to do," Neal replied. "It sure does feel good."

"I promise you'll like it, you'll see," I remember replying as I opened my mouth to once more engulf my son's cock. I sucked it like there was no tomorrow, letting it slide all the way down my throat like I had learned to do many years before, holding his balls in one hand and gently rolling them around. I could tell Neal was getting close to the point of no return when he'd fill my mouth with his cum, virgin cum I was sure. I wanted to feel him shoot his hot load into my mouth and fill it over and over again.

As I felt his balls begin to contract in my hand, I slid my hand up between his ass cheeks and pushed a finger gently but firmly into his ass just as he fired the first of a huge load of cum into my mouth. Neal was groaning and moaning as I sucked him dry, gulping and swallowing as fast as he filled my mouth, my finger firmly up his ass.

Even after I had sucked him dry, his cock stayed hard as a rock, standing proudly out in front of him, my finger still impaling his ass, though I now slowly drew it out, feeling Neal relax and hearing him sigh.

"That was just wonderful, Neal," I told him. "Your cock is magnificent and you just filled me with your hot tasty cum. Did you like it, too?" I asked, flicking my tongue out and licking the head of his cock.

"Oh, yeah. That was the best thing I've ever felt," Neal had insisted, still in disbelief that his mother was sitting in front of him naked, having just sucked him off and swallowed all of it.

"And you're still so hard," I had commented, grasping him tightly in my fist and squeezing. "Maybe you'd like some more?"

"Well, gosh, mom, what do you mean?"

"Maybe you'd like to stick this big beautiful cock in my pussy and fuck me," I had boldly said. "My pussy hasn't felt a real cock since your father left. Do you think you could do that for me?" I had asked, licking his cock.

"Well, yeah, if you want," Neal had replied, hardly daring to believe his ears.

"Then play with my breasts first," I had told him, pinching my hard nipples and pulling on them. "Play with them and suck on them," I instructed my son.

Neal dropped to his knees between his mother's legs, his eyes wide as he stared at her full breasts with their hard nipples sticking out. His mother's fingers kept pinching and twisting her own nipples until she suddenly reached out and pulled Neal's head closer to her until he had no choice but to open his mouth and suck on a nipple. It felt strange yet good to Neal as he sucked his mother's nipple, finally getting enough courage together to let his hands slide up her body and squeeze her breasts as he sucked them. Karen had one hand on the back of her son's head and the other was between her legs as her pussy overflowed with juices of excitement.

After several minutes of getting her breasts thoroughly sucked, Karen lifted Neal's chin with one hand, looking him in the eyes.

"That is just wonderful, Neal," she told him. "It felt so good. See how hard my nipples are?" she asked, pinching and pulling on them. "And my pussy is so wet. Suck my pussy for me now, Neal, before you fuck me, okay?"

"Huh?" Neal asked.

"Like I sucked your cock, I want you to suck my pussy," Karen told him, laying back and bringing her feet up onto the edge of the bed, wide apart, showing her son her red-fringed pussy. "Lick my pussy and suck it, Neal," Karen told her son, pushing gently on his head.

Neal lowered his face until he could smell his mother's pussy. It was so wet and glistening with her juices. But it smelled okay, so Neal tentatively stuck his tongue out and licked it, tasting his mother's pussy for the first time. It didn't seem to taste bad so Neal went for another taste, this time dragging his tongue all the way up between his mother's pussy lips, really tasting her. And really liking it.

The next thing he knew is that his mother was moaning and writhing on the bed as he eagerly licked and sucked her juicy pussy. It was so tasty. He loved sucking on her thick pussy lips and then sucking on her clit, fat and thick and protruding almost a half an inch. When he stuck his tongue up into her pussy as far as he could, Neal was rewarded with a sweet nectar that he couldn't resist.

Finally Karen reached down and pushed her son's face up from her pussy, gasping for breath as she did so.

"Neal, you eat pussy like a professional," Karen told her son. "I can't believe how good that felt. Now stick your big beautiful cock in my pussy and fuck me," she ordered him. "I need to feel your cock inside of me," she told him.

Without even hesitating, Neal stood up and jammed his cock into his mother's open and willing pussy, feeling the warmth envelope his cock as it squeezed him until his entire length was buried deep within his mother's pussy. The feeling was indescribable as Neal looked down, seeing his cock sticking into his mother's red-fringed pussy, her full breasts heaving with big hard nipples sticking out, her mouth open in ecstasy as her son's 10-inch cock filled her pussy.

"Oh, Neal, that feels so good," Karen moaned, wriggling her hips as though to try to even further impale herself on her son's cock. "Now fuck me, fuck me hard," she said, pressing against him. "Fuck me until you cum in my pussy, Neal."

And that is exactly what Neal did, ramming his cock in and out of his mother's eager pussy, watching as her pussy lips clung to the shaft of his cock each time he pulled back, only to plunge into her pussy along with his cock when he slammed back in. Karen was furiously rubbing her clit while her son fucked her, her head lifted up so that she could watch as his cock slid in and out of her pussy.

"That's it, Neal, that's it," Karen said when she felt his cock begin to swell even bigger. "Fill me with your cum, right in my pussy," she told him, feeling him explode inside of her, splashing his hot load deep into her. "Oh, yes, yes, yes," Karen moaned, milking her son's cock with her pussy, trying to squeeze every last drop from him. "So good," she sighed in contentment. "Let me suck you now," she told him pushing to a sitting position as he withdrew his wet, gooey cock from her pussy. "You were so wonderful," she told him, opening her mouth and letting his cock slide down her tongue to the back of her throat before she closed her lips on him, sucking, letting her tongue lathe him as she sucked their combined juices from his cock. And then she sucked his entire length down into her throat, sucking on his entire cock, tasting herself and his now-familiar cum as she sucked him clean, stopping only when he was once again rock hard.

"Oh, Neal, you and this magnificent cock of yours are just amazing," Karen breathed, licking her son's cock once again. "Now suck my pussy for me again," she asked him, licking the head of his cock. "Will you do that for me?"

"Uh, sure, mom," Neal had stammered, sinking to his knees and staring at his mother's now puffy, oozing pussy.

"Lick me right here," Karen said, using her finger to rub her clit. "Suck on my clit and stick your tongue up inside of me," she had said, propped up on her elbows to watch as her son slid his tongue into her cum-filled pussy. "Umm, that's wonderful," she sighed as Neal began to eat her pussy. "You're making me feel so good."

She let Neal suck her pussy for a good ten minutes before pulling him upward and on top of her again, reaching down between their bodies for his rock-hard cock and guiding it once again into her all-too-ready pussy. This time Neal fucked her for almost a half an hour before his balls began to tighten as his orgasm approached.

"Oh, Neal, you are such a good lover," Karen had said, hugging him tightly. "I want you to cum in my mouth this time, okay? When you think you're going to cum, just pull out and crawl up so I can suck you until you cum in my mouth."

And that's just what Neal did when he felt his balls begin to churn, pulling his rock-hard cock from his mother's dripping pussy, wet and gooey, and crawled up her body so that he was straddling her chest, his cock pointing at her mouth. Karen opened her mouth and sucked her son's cock in, again tasting herself all over him as she enthusiastically sucked on him, driving him to the orgasm she so wanted to taste. And then his cock was swelling and then exploding in her mouth, hot sticky cum filling her as she sucked on him. And she again sucked him dry, sucking him until he was again hard, then turning him onto his back and mounting him, his cock again piercing her pussy as she rode him, her breasts heaving, nipples hard.

And that was how the rest of that night went as Karen continuously sucked Neal hard, having him fuck her all night long, and then just before dawn having him fuck her in the ass, something she had never done before. And that was just the beginning. Ever since then and to this day, Karen had awakened her son by sucking his cock until he came in her mouth, then sucked him hard again and fucked him.

Karen thought back to that time when Neal had been 18 in his senior year of high school and the issue of dating had finally arisen. She could tell that Neal was uncomfortable about something for a few weeks and she had finally gotten him to talk about it one evening after she had fucked him until he came twice.

"Well, you see, there's going to be the first dance of the year," Neal had explained. "And since I'm like captain of the football team, I should go."

"Of course, you should," I had commented, thoroughly agreeing with him.

"But I don't want to go by myself," Neal had confessed.

"Well, you should go with somebody then," I had told him, realizing at last his dilemma. "Do you have anyone in mind," I asked.

"I'd like to take you," he had said immediately.

"I don't think that would be right, Neal," I had told him, completely flattered that I had been wrong. "I'm your mother, after all. You should go with one of the girls from your class."

"But who?" Neal asked, staring at her.

"Neal, I'm sure any girl you ask will say yes. You're a very handsome young man, if I do say so myself. And I want you to go, Neal. It's part of the normal growing up that you still have to do. It won't hurt my feelings. I'll still be here when you get home."

"Are you sure you wouldn't mind?" Neal asked. "Because I won't if you do."

"Neal, don't be ridiculous. I fully expect you to date girls and even probably have sex with some of them. How else are you going to one day find a girl to marry so you can have kids of your own?"

"And we could still..."

"Neal, I'm always here for you. As long as you live in this house, I'll suck your cock and fuck you every single morning. No matter what. Do you understand?"

"Yeah," he had sighed. "I just don't want to ruin anything between us."

"You couldn't possibly," I had told him. "Now suck my pussy and fuck me again."

So Neal started dating some of the girls from his school, never dating any one of them exclusively, but dating several that all seemed to accept the situation. Then one Friday evening Neal mentioned that he might be later than usual getting home from his date. I looked at him, wondering about what he had said as I told him to be careful and to be sure to wake me as soon as he got home if I was asleep.

I must have dozed off on the sofa, for I was suddenly waking up to Neal gently shaking my shoulder. As I shook off my sleep and sat up, I noticed that Neal was trying not to avoid eye contact with me but was not succeeding. I knew that things must have progressed between him and his date and realized that how I dealt with this situation would determine how we interacted for the rest of our lives.

"Mmm, I've been waiting for you to get home," I told him, smiling up at him as I rubbed and pulled on my nipples, making them stand out hard. "I've been just dying to suck your cock, I told him," reaching for his pants.

"Uh, I think I'll take a shower first," Neal had replied, backing up slightly so that he was out of reach.

"Don't be silly," I told him, reaching out and pulling him closer by the front of his pants.

Neal fidgeted while I pulled his pants and underwear down, his cock dangling in front of him, not standing straight out in front like it had always done whenever she had undressed him. Karen could see dried cum on his cock and knew that he had finally fucked another girl for the first time in his life. Without hesitating, Karen had opened her mouth and taken his cock in, closing her lips around the shaft and sucking on him with her whole mouth, tasting the entire length of his cock at once.

Neal groaned as I sucked him, tasting his familiar cum as well as the new tangy taste of some young girl's pussy that tasted distinctly different from her own pussy that she was so used to tasting on her son's cock. I sucked him until he was hard, which didn't take long, as usual, then sat back, still pumping his cock with my hand.

"Oh, Neal, your cock has been in a very tasty pussy tonight, hasn't it?" I had said, once more licking the head.

"Uh, yeah," Neal stammered as I continued to lick his cock.

"And now you're going to give your mother some of what she got, aren't you?" I asked, laying back and spreading my legs wide, opening my all-too-wet pussy to my son who quickly filled it with his cock.

And so life went. Neal would go out on his dates, more often than not coming home with strange pussy on his cock for me to suck before he would fuck me, too. And each and every morning I would wake him by sucking his cock and then fucking him again. I never felt the need to meet or date other men. Neal was all I needed. No complications.

And then one day Neal asked me if it was okay to bring his date home later, to meet me. It seems he had been pretty steadily dating one particular girl and he wanted her to meet me. When I asked Neal if she would be spending the night, he wasn't sure. I told him it would be okay if she did, but that I still expected to suck his cock in the morning and get laid. This much he had to promise.

When Neal came home later, and it was late, almost midnight, I was still up, wearing only a very short and sheer negligee that came down just to the bottom of my ass. Neal's date was Carol, a very sweet girl, blonde, with a nice slender figure. She was obviously a little nervous being introduced to me, especially with me being dressed the way I was. We all sat in the living room with Neal and Carol on the sofa and me on a chair facing them to talk for a little bit. I made sure to flash my pussy at Neal a couple of times and was certain that at least once Carol noticed.

Then I announced that I was tired and was going to read for a bit before falling asleep. I kissed Neal goodnight, telling him, and Carol, that I would see him/them in the morning, and went to my room where I waited for perhaps 15 minutes before silently sneaking out of my room down the hall to where I could see into the living room.

And my timing was none too soon, for Neal and Carol were on the floor, naked, in a 69 with Carol's ass and feet pointing in my direction. I could see right into her sweet pussy as Neal's tongue clove between her pussy lips, eating her pussy as he had mine many, many times before. I couldn't see Carol sucking Neal's cock, but I knew she had a mouthful. And then they rolled to their hands and knees with Neal behind Carol, her ass still pointing at me. I watched as Neal fed inch after inch of his cock into her tight pussy.