note to readers:
This is a follow up to my other story (afternoon delight). I'm experimenting with writing from a 1st person point of view, trying to follow along with the thoughts of my main character. Just like following your own thoughts isn't always a fully linear process, some readers might find the prose a little jarring. If that's not for you, that's fine. but if you can bear with it, hopefully the read will be worth it.
Now, the story:
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Oh my god! I'm such a mess.
Look at me: rubbing one out in front of the bathroom mirror, one tit hanging out of my bra and blouse getting mauled by my left hand, while my right hand is furiously working at my clit to thoughts of my son's cock. It's the 3rd time today and I still can't get enough.
How the fuck did it get to this?
Oh yeah! I fucked my son's huge cock last week, of course!
I caught him spying on me and jerking off when I came out of the shower and, like a dummy, I started playing games with him that I couldn't control. Next thing you know, he'd filled my mouth, cunt and arse with huge loads from his impressive erection. I've never come so hard in my life, now I can't go 5 minutes without mental images of his cock flashing in my brain.
Not sure the constant wanking is helping.
I need some cock.
I need my son's cock.
What the fuck am I thinking?!? Don't even think that, you slut!
Still. I need to get this out my system. What would happen if I blurted out my son's name while my husband is fucking me up the arse? That'd take some explaining! Just last night, I was riding my husband and all I could see when I looked down was the similarity to my son.
And now my husband is away for a week.
But look at that slut in the mirror. She's just begging for it. Just a little bit more, there, there, th.... Aaaaaah.... fuuuuck.....
Oh my god! I just came again.
Let's catch my breath, neaten up.
I need to make dinner.
Let's double check I didn't leave my wet knickers on the floor and head downstairs. My son is usually back around 5:30, that gives me 15min to clear my mind and stop thinking about his large cock drilling my arse. Fuck! Here I go again. Don't think about it! Concentrate on dinner! What have we got for tonight? Spaghetti bolognese always goes down well. Do I have everything I need? Yup, looks like we're good. Right, pan on the boil, minced meat, onions, carrot, tinned tomatoes, let's get cracking.
Cooking is nice! Need to concentrate on not chopping my fingers off. No time to think about anything else. Did I salt the pasta water? Yup, we're good. Now, time to brown the meat.
Ah, sounds like my boy is back from college.
"Hi baby! Did you have a good day at school?" I try to sound casual.
"Hi mum! Yeah, it was ok. Same old, same old. What's for dinner?"
I made him promise we would never talk about last week. I can't tell if he's managed to wipe it from his memory or if he's thinking about it and keeping quiet. I'm pretty sure he's keeping quiet but planning something. Can't ask him about it as I don't trust myself going down that road.
"Spaghetti bolognese good for you? Should be ready in 30 minutes"
"Sounds great mum. I'm starving. I might just get started on my homework here for a minute. It's already starting to smell nice," he tells me.
"Sure, maybe best you sit on the other side so your laptop doesn't get covered in sauce".
He nods, sits opposite me on the counter and pulls his laptop out. I really can't read him at the moment.
Still, back to cooking. What's next? Ah yes, the onions. In you go. Where's the garlic? There. Ok, let's do this. Let's finish dinner, eat together, maybe some Netflix then bed. Need to sort myself out. Can't go on like this.
"Hey mum? I'm gonna pop upstairs for a shower. How long before dinner?"
"Just 20 minutes now. Don't take too long".
Look at that tight little bum strutting up the stairs. I bet he's gonna knock one out in the shower. Fuck!!! Stop thinking like this! Eyes and mind on the food.
Right. A glass of red will lift the flavour. 'I love cooking with wine, sometimes I even put it in the food'. How apt. Off we go to the wine fridge! What have we got here? This Chianti should do fine.
Huh, he left his laptop open. I wonder what he's working on? Thermodynamics?!? Sounds pretty hot, hehe.
Oh! My! God!
How many MILF porn tabs do you need open at once!?! Not even bothering to hide it too much! Little mother fucker!
...Mother fucker indeed!
Shit! He'll be back down any minute. Let's finish dinner.
Now, where was I? Wine! Let's add a splash....and a splash for mummy too! Oooh! That is a nice wine.
Right, 5 minutes to simmer. Let's set the table. We can eat at the kitchen counter. Less hassle. Bowls, forks, spoons, what else? Italian cheese of course! And the grater, don't forget the grater.
"Dinner's ready" I call to my son.
"I'm coming!" I hear him shout.
Oh, I bet you are!
Fuck! I'm so horny. I'm such a pervert. I really can't think that way without hubby around to get it out of my system. Can't think like this about my son, husband or not!
Anyway, let's put the food out, he's coming down the stairs now.
"So, what are you studying right now?"
Keep the conversation going. Keep my mind on nice, normal things. Don't start thinking about... *Don't* start that train of thought!
We eat.
He tells me about his current chemistry coursework. It's been a while since I did science. I used to like it. Never could see myself with a lab or academic career though. He's such a clever boy. I'm sure he'll have a lot of success with this Sci-Tech stuff if he doesn't go off track wanting to become an influencer or something stupid like that.
What a handsome boy. I'm sure he'll have no trouble with the ladies. He's so much like his dad was back then.
Wait! What did he just say?
"Sorry, I lost track for a second there. What was that you said?"
He tells me again that he's got this new teacher and he's really enjoying thermodynamics now. That teacher must be pretty good if he can make that topic sound interesting.
"So, who is this new professor? Has he been at the university long and you just haven't had him until now?"
"Well," he tells me, "for a start it's a she. She recently started at the university. I think she got a nice fat grant to move her lab to our uni. She's one of the best in her field, but if she hadn't been, she could have got that grant on looks alone. You know these guys who are responsible for the grant allocation are mostly old men. She's pretty hot for a woman her age."
"Oh yeah? How old is she?"
Stay casual.