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My husband is a chef at an exclusive restaurant, and I'm a stay at home mom. We married too young, being that I got pregnant with our first son at the naive age of sixteen. I've had two other boys since, but now I am not looking forward to having my thirty-eighth birthday this year. Although, I have been told that I look younger than my age. My auburn hair, trim figure and ample breasts still do get a second look now-a-days, and according to my witty husband, my skin still fits! Our two oldest sons are gone from the nest now, and that leaves the eighteen year old who has just started at a school near home and is staying with us. My youngest, Bill, has worked hard and received a volleyball scholarship, and we are thankful for that.
The twelve hour shifts that my husband works has left a void in our frequency of lovemaking. He also is not as interested anymore, and he doesn't seem to miss having sex as much as I do. I have been masturbating to supplement my needs. I probably play with myself everyday, and I enjoy it more than the speed sex with my spouse. He always was too short on time and size.
My eighteen year old is tall at six foot five inches and fit. Billy has shot up like a beanpole over the last four years. Until recently, he was still walking around the house in just his undies. I saw the lump in his shorts and can tell that his cock is quite large. Not seeing him naked since he was a child, I wondered as to the size of it now that he is older. I think maybe that I wondered a bit too much. His prominence has become the focus of my libidinous fantasies. I've tried to deny the incestuous temptations, but the truth is, I can't stop thinking about my son's cock. It is partly the cause of my habitual masturbation. I was too embarrassed to tell him, but I did mention to my husband that I felt the boy shouldn't be lounging around the house in his underwear anymore.
"Put some pants on," he told him, "You're making your mother horny."
"How dare you say such a thing! That's not it," I retorted in denial. "How would you like it if I did that?"
"We wouldn't care," my son said and laughed.
That weekend I thought that I would teach them a lesson. I surprised them by coming to the dinner table without my blouse on and with just my bra covering my breasts. My husband chuckled, but he had no comment. It was my son who, instead of thinking it was disgusting, said that I looked hot! His eyes were fixed on my tits causing my nipples to betray me and become erect from his stare. I had to leave and get properly dressed, but I must have made my point for he wore some pants after that episode.
I was flattered that he thought that I was sexy, and I wondered if he had stroked himself that day while thinking of my tits. Bill always did masturbate more than his brothers. I knew from doing their laundry that he must have jerked off several times a day, and he still is doing it that much. I'm amazed seeing the large stains at the amount of semen he ejaculates. I began fantasizing that I was watching him do it while I played with myself. I knew it wasn't right thinking of my son this way, but my pussy made me rationalize that it was just fantasy and nothing else.
My husband went to a seminar in Florida for three weeks with a few of his associates. They were in charge of setting up everything and staying until after completion. He invited me to fly down on one of the weekends. For the first time, I felt uncomfortable being in the house alone with my son.
On the morning after my husband had gone, I came down to the kitchen, and Billy was standing there in his underwear again. I didn't say anything about it because he was there first, and he probably thought that I was asleep in bed. He apologized and said that he would put something on, but I told him not to bother now. He was wearing skimpy designer briefs and the material was revealingly thin. I realized that I had missed seeing his scantily clad young body. His hard abs and cute butt was now a welcome sight. My husband was right; I was getting horny. My son's massive bulge was thrilling me like never before, and I could not take my eyes off the object of my desires.
I had a robe on, but underneath only my panties. I felt myself getting excited. His cock was making me wet, and I wanted to see if I could make that monster hard. My robe sash somehow loosened, and my breasts could be seen when I leaned forward to pour his orange juice. I pretended that I didn't know, while I was showing my tits and stiff nipples to my son. Then, as I sat across from him, my cleavage had his full attention. Bill now coyly stroked himself underneath the table.
I wanted to see my son's erect cock. I purposely pushed a spoon onto the floor, and I bent down to peep at his crotch. His cock was hard and sticking out above his briefs. The swollen purple head and three thick inches were exposed, as it stood at attention guarding his belly button. I was so shocked that I gasped out loud at the sight of his massive hard-on. He quickly put his hand over it, and he crouched to try to hide his erection as he rushed out of the room.
My hand went inside my panties right there in the kitchen. I wanted to get myself off as soon as possible and probably many more times this day. I felt that I had better do my personal pleasuring in the bedroom. As I passed the bathroom on the way, I had noticed that the door was open a crack. I peeked in and saw my son sitting there, and he was stroking his cock with both of his hands. Bill's cock is so big! It looks to be at least eight inches long and very thick. It's twice the size of my husband's little dick.
My son pulled on his beautiful crimson staff for what seemed like an eternity. He was taking himself to the brink of orgasm, and then he would slap it to the palm of his hand. He smeared his pre-cum all over the bloated head of his fat cock.
"Lick it off," he whispered. "Now suck it!" His fantasy dominate role was turning me on more. "Keep sucking!" he demanded.
I wanted to...more than anything. My fingers were buried inside my wet pussy and teasing my g-spot. I was trying not to come yet, as my juices were streaming down my legs. Billy then took out a pair of my panties from the hamper. He sniffed and licked them while he pounded on his hard cock. His hand smacked down hard on his come filled balls with every stroke. My son then put my panties over his swollen horse cock while he ejaculated. His thick shaft was pulsating as he spurted repeatedly into them. I came too while watching him, and I'm sure that he heard me squeal. I just couldn't help myself.
I rushed to my bedroom and waited until he had finished in the bathroom. I then went back to get my come adorned panties. His plentiful load had soaked them, and I ran my fingers thru his still warm silky semen. I sucked on my slippery digits like they were coated with icing from a cake, and I loved the taste of his precious young cream. I never swallow for my husband, but I want to suck my son's magnificent cock for him and milk it dry.
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My son would be at school later and afterward had a team practice. That whole morning I stayed in my bedroom and played with myself. The image of Billy's big cock and his slow stroking on it until he came in my panties had thrilled me. But, it was his dominate attitude that he exhibited while fantasizing that sent chills thru me. There was one other man who could manipulate me to perform for him; one other man who unleashed my suppressed sexual urges. That man was my own father.
