She reached out and touched the 18-year-old's leg. Suddenly he felt things he had never felt before. He turned to face the one woman in the world that he loved the most... his mother. He looked into her comforting green eyes and at her warm sensitive smile. He took a deep breath of her intoxicating perfume, and was lost in her touch.
"Tommy, I know you were not prepared for the passing of your father," she said, speaking in a low soothing tone.
"I always thought he'd be around forever Mom," said Tommy, choking back his tears.
"I know honey, but now more then ever, it's important for you to be strong, you're the man of the house now," she said, slowly beginning to rub her son's leg a little harder.
Tommy leaned his head back and closed his eyes, half trying to remember good times with his father and half enjoying the sensations his mother was giving him with this impromptu massage.
He could feel her moving around a bit on the couch and was brought back to reality when she stood up.
"I'm going upstairs to take a shower honey, maybe some hot water running over my body will relax me enough to sleep tonight," she said, standing up and walking towards the stairs.
"Ok Mom," he said, smiling and trying to hide the enormous erection that was poking out from beneath his tight jeans.
As he sat there, listening to the water running upstairs, images of his mother ran thru his mind. Images of her naked warm body standing beneath the soothing spray of the shower. He could almost see her with her eyes closed, her head thrown back slightly and the hot water dancing over her mature body.
His cock began to throb and ache as he unbuttoned and unzipped the tight jean material, allowing him some room to breathe. Before he had any time to think he had taken his cock from his pants and was stroking it to the visions he was having of his mother. He began with long slow strokes, imagining his cock was inside his mother. Then he moved into quick, tightly gripped strokes. His hand touching his balls each time he would reach his thick base. His deep throated moans danced all over the small living room and soon he was past the point of no return.
As his strokes became harder and faster and his moans became louder, he slid down on the couch placing his feet on the small coffee table that sat in front of the sofa. He was so lost in xxx rated thoughts of his mother, he didn't even hear her shut the water off upstairs and come down to the living room.
Tommy's mother was 43 years old and in excellent shape for her age. She stood 5'6" with shoulder length red hair and deep green eyes. Her waist was small and her tits were well rounded with perfect tan nipples. Her ass was firm and muscular as she was a jogger very committed to staying fit and healthy. Her legs were long and slender, also tan from hours of jogging around the lake down the road from their house. Before his death, Tommy's father had taken up tennis to keep up with his wife's fast paced attitude. It was tennis that proved to be his downfall, having suffered a stroke in the heat of a hot June afternoon.
As Tommy became more and more involved in reaching his climax, he failed to realize his mother had taken a place between her son's legs. She had gone down to her knees, obviously wanting to help her son reach the ultimate satisfaction. His eyes rolled into his skull as he felt a pair of warm lips surround his swollen shaft. He moaned out loud as he opened his eyes and was shocked to find his mother on her knees.
"Oh God Mom, oh fuck I dunno what you're doing but please don't stop, don't stop Mom," he pleaded.
She smiled as she stared up into her son's eyes, glazed with sheer ecstasy. She placed one hand around the base of Tommy's cock, slowly jacking him as she took her son's cock into her mouth, inch by inch. She let the warm shaft slide over her hot wet tongue as she flicked the underside, teasing the 18 year old boy. Her other hand cupped his balls firmly, squeezing and rolling them around in her palm.
