Ryan laid his hand on top of his gym shorts, pressing lightly on the erection underneath. He began to slide his hand up and down the shaft in long, slow strokes.
In the total darkness of his bedroom, with no noise except for the ceiling fan, Ryan had time to think. He thought about his mother, Kristi. He thought about the robe she wore into the kitchen a half hour earlier when she didn't expect to find him there. Before she tightened the belt around the robe in an attempt at decency, Ryan had been offered an unanticipated vision of her partially exposed breasts.
His cock involuntarily rose from his body as Ryan recalled the sight. He rubbed harder, but still at a leisurely pace. He had more to think about.
Ever since his father left on a business trip four days ago, Ryan noticed a difference in his mother. She was far more attentive of her nineteen year old son; far more talkative, even to the verge of being flirtatious. Her clothes seemed more revealing and she never wore a bra at home, to his knowledge. Then the robe incident.
Ryan slid his hand inside the shorts and he wrapped his fingers around his cock. He was certain his mother was nude under the robe when he saw her. She acted surprised he was in the kitchen. Was she really surprised? Or was it just a show?
He stroked himself a little faster. Ryan closed his eyes and allowed himself to imagine using his body to hold his mother against the refrigerator. He untied her belt. The robe fell open.
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Kristi sat on the edge of her bed, deep in contemplation. Her robe lay opened, a result of her intention to take it off, but delayed by her deliberation. A moment later she stood and walked in front of the large dresser mirror. She pulled the robe off and let it sink to the floor behind her.
Kristi stared at the nude body facing her in the mirror. She tried to put herself in somebody else's place—a nineteen year old home from college, for instance. Would she be attracted by the breasts she saw? Was the stomach too big? The hips too wide?
She ran her hands over the breasts and pulled on the tiny nipples. Kristi felt the smooth skin of her stomach and thighs. Then she hesitated before feeling the short, soft hair of her pussy. A single finger fell into her slit and she followed it up to her clit. She was wet.
Thirty seconds later, she was walking out of the bedroom and stepping silently down the hall. No lights came out of any of the rooms. She could have been completely alone. But she wasn't.
Ryan lay in the darkness of his room, one hand pulling his shorts down far enough to allow the other hand to masturbate his rigid cock. His self-absorption was absolute; nothing existed in his world except his thoughts and his cock.
Kristi entered this world through a half-closed bedroom door. There was just barely enough light to give her a hint of what was happening on the bed. She snuck into the room in bare feet, praying there was nothing lying on the floor to trip over. When she was convinced she was still unnoticed, Kristi squinted in an attempt to confirm her first impression.
Indeed, her son was frantically rubbing his cock. She stood in place, uncertain now of her next move.
Ryan took the decision out of her hands by spinning his head in her direction. Something—he didn't know what—told him she was there. Ryan froze in place, too stunned to react in any other way. His eyes adjusted the best they could and he soon realized his mother was naked.
While not able to make out every detail, his mental image of her nude body in the kitchen was apparently not too far off. In the meantime, he had retained enough control over his hands to put his cock back inside his shorts.
Kristi moved closer to the bed and a small amount of moonlight from the bedroom window added more detail to her silhouette. No words were spoken, but many things floated around in both of their minds.
Kristi was the one who initiated the meeting and she would be the one to continue it. When she got to the side of Ryan's bed, she got down on her knees by his legs. She reached out with one hand and put it exactly where Ryan's hand had been moments before, directly on top of his cock.
A shiver shot through her entire body. He was rock hard and very, very long. Kristi enclosed the cock in her fist, taking a handful of his shorts along with it. She didn't try to do anything except hold him and feel the warmth. Ryan's pounding heart sent surge after surge of blood through the cock and Kristi felt the result.
After a single tentative stroke, she let go of the cock. Her hands moved up to the waistband of Ryan's shorts and she had them down below his knees very quickly. Ryan lifted one leg out of them to allow himself more movement.
Kristi stared at his cock for a few seconds, and then put her hand underneath it. At the same time, she leaned forward and put her face within inches of the throbbing cock. She lifted it up with her hand and ran her tongue from the base all the way to the tip.
Ryan's body stiffened. She licked him again and he tried to breathe. Nothing was coming naturally now, except the constant aching of his cock from trying to harden beyond its capabilities. Kristi's tongue was all over the shaft and she had removed her hand from under it.
Her lips parted and she covered the center portion of Ryan's cock with them. She bit him very lightly and then licked him again. Finally, a few seconds later, she took the tip of his cock and put it inside her mouth. Inch by inch she worked her way down until the entire thing disappeared between her lips.
Salty precum was what she tasted first. Afraid that she might not have much time, Kristi began an energetic blowjob.
Ryan peered down, but the darkness and his mother's hair prevented him from seeing much. What he felt made up for what he couldn't see. His cock had entered a heavenly, warm, wet place that clamped down around it like a vise.
Ryan felt his mother's tongue and lips work every inch of his cock. As good as it would have felt to masturbate until he came, this was way better. Knowing he couldn't see anything, he put his head back on the pillow and enjoyed the ride.
His Mom came into the room with a purpose and it was close to fruition. She worked her son's cock with her mouth and her hand, waiting anxiously for the first sign Ryan was about to cum.
His moans grew louder until at last he said, "Ohhhhh God. Yes!"
Kristi jerked his cock with her hand and made sure he was deep enough in her mouth not to escape.
"Ahhhhh. Mom, I'm gonna cum."
Kristi never changed her method of attack and she was rewarded with a violent blast of cum that erupted from Ryan's cock. As it settled in the back of her throat, another one hit her. Then a third stream landed on her tongue, and smaller bursts started to form a pool of cum in her mouth. She managed to swallow.
Ryan couldn't resist the urge to put his hands on the back of his mother's head, holding her in place for the last few seconds of his orgasm. White cum dripped onto her chin as Ryan finished.
She licked the very tip and Ryan twitched in response. But he was drained.
"Oh, fuck," he murmured.
Kristi laid her head on his stomach and watched the cock begin to soften. A drop of cum peeked out from the head and she licked it off.
Ryan was softly running his fingers through her hair.
"I hope you aren't mad," Kristi said quietly.
There was silence for a moment. "I don't know what to feel," Ryan answered.
"I'll let you sleep."
Kristi got off the bed and walked out, Ryan's eyes never leaving the outline of her body in the gloom.
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Kristi was growing weary of her husband's frequent trips. They were coming more often and lasting longer, it seemed. Her thirty nine year old body craved his love-making, as opposed to the small collection of toys she kept hidden in the closet.
