7
"Billy, come on, it's time to get up," I called to make sure he was awake, as I trudged along to the kitchen. I'm having a hard time, myself, readjusting to this early morning rising. That first cup of coffee never leaves my sipping lips. My husband hadn't been getting up before ten, but he's away at a chefs' seminar. I'm fixing breakfast for my son--as he has just started attending the university (bright and early). He can make his own cereal; but this is precious time I get to enjoy with my Billy. We are up and at 'em!
I know my youngest son is the fruit of incestuous love with my father. He is just like my dad in every manner. My husband must surely suspect Bill is not his son, but he has never made an accusation. Bill and his two brothers have always been treated equal; I respect my spouse for that. I hate him though, too--for his not letting me see my dad the last two decades (after he caught us in one of my father's sexual developments). I abide to my husband's terms, as part of our reconciliation, mainly for the kids' welfare. That reminds me--I get to call my dad tomorrow. It is one of only two special times a year, that I'm allowed to talk on the phone to him. He doesn't know we have moved into this plushy neighborhood; now that my husband is an Executive Chef.
"Good morning," Billy said and smiled as he entered the kitchen. He had just gotten out of the shower wearing a half-open bathrobe. My son is so tall and handsome with his wet hair slicked back, square chin and smooth cheeks aglow from a traditional, close shave. He bent to give me a kiss on my forehead.
"Good morning, sweetie, how are you feeling today?" I asked (with a little pat on his cute butt).
"Horny, as usual, Mom. I hope you can help me with this dilemma." My brash, immodest son had his bathrobe open--his hip humping forward--with his long cock wagging before me. He knows, damn well, why I get up this abnormally early. I have been servicing his big cock every morning, afternoon and evening; while my husband has been away.
"Sit down and eat your breakfast, please," I mothered my way out, although with reluctance, while my eyes were still focused on his thick, swaying cock with its purple, swollen head (a thing of beauty). His urge to feed his belly had prevailed over lust--as he sat across from me crunching on his flakes. "Will you be staying for volleyball practice after classes today?" I asked him--so I would know when to have supper ready.
"Yeah, we're practicing everyday now, except Friday, with the season starting next week. I was wondering, Mom...some of the guys on the team were planning to have a surprise party, tomorrow, for the coach. We were supposed to have it at his house, but the coach's stepson said he would know something was up, and it wouldn't be a surprise. So...I was hoping, since dad is in Florida, that you could let us have the party here. It would be early, right after practice; and we won't be drinking or partying very late. Please, Mom? I will owe you in a big way; if you can find it in your heart..." Bill bargained, as he leaned back in his chair, and offered his fat cock with a smirk on his face.
"Tomorrow! No way! This place is a mess. How about next week?...Maybe," I tried to rationalize.
"No, mom, it has to be tomorrow. It's his birthday or something," he countered, "I'll help you clean, when I get back this evening. I promise! I'm staying home tomorrow, too."
"You can't miss school." I ended that option. I have never met his coach; in fact, my husband and I thought volleyball was nothing more--than just something else--Bill enjoyed playing. He does play other sports. We are thankful for all the help this man has given Billy. I don't even know his name--simply "Coach" has been his only reference. He was the same coach Bill had in high school, and now his mentor at college. Cap is the coach's stepson, and he's a year older than Bill. My son always had animosities toward him.(He's the captain of the team, but Bill is a better player.) Coach probably saw my son's ability; and he brought Billy along into the scholarship program. I am looking forward to finally meeting this guardian angel. "All right, I'll try to get this place into shape. How many boys will be coming?" I asked and accepted the hostess's responsibilities.
"There will be about ten guys from the team, Coach and Cap's mom. She will be taking Coach out to dinner, then stopping here to supposedly pick up (something). He will have to come inside to help carry (whatever)--and that's when we will surprise him," my son laid out their plan.
"You better pick up some more snacks with that many boys coming. I'll make my mother's spinach balls with garlic and cheese. You liked 'em, didn't you? Do you think we should order a cake?" I suddenly had a million things on my mind to do.
"No, Mom, we're picking up the cake. You don't have to do anything spinach...Oops! I mean...anything special. We are paying for everything, too. Now...how about your reward, Mom?" my son teased, and he was hovering over me, while slowing stroking his cock. "You want a taste of honey, don't you?" He squeezed his hard cock, seeping pre-cum, that precariously dangled above my face.
I nodded my head and opened my mouth for his taking. This has become too easy and almost quilt-free, now--me sucking on my son's big cock. I need my cum fix, like I did with our father, and as much sweet-goo as my boy will give me. His morning load comes quick--with me squeezing his balls and jerking on his long shaft. My son's swollen cock soon erupted, and it filled my mouth with warm cum. He kissed me again on my forehead, before leaving to dress for school.
I spent the afternoon cleaning, the best I could, with this short notice. Bill did help by scrubbing the bathrooms that evening. He was doing them in the nude! It actually was a good idea--he conveniently jumped into the shower afterward. We again had our nightly incestuous fun: with him licking my pussy to orgasm--and me draining his cock dry. He hasn't coerced me into fucking...yet; but, he did make me fuck myself with my big dildo for his viewing pleasure. He was talking dirty to me saying, "You need more than one big cock, don't you, Mom? I think you'll like it, if tomorrow, the whole team fucks you." I came hard with his cock in my mouth; this hungry pussy jammed full; and, those very thoughts of taboo imaged in my brain.
The next day, I put a finish to cleaning and concentrated on preparing food. Mostly munchies for the boys, but I thought I should serve something more highfalutin for the adults (maybe sushi!...I'm kidding). I best order some pizza, just in case. I have to remember to call my dad later...post party. I always get depressed, for days, after we talk.
8
It's party time! I felt like a giddy teenager. My son and the university's volleyball team started gathering in the living room. I forgot height was an advantage in their sport--they all were tall and lean. I was a little upset; when the last group arriving had brought a young girl with them. I asked Bill who, and how old, is this girl. "That's Sissy," he said. Then, as a matter of fact, he went on to tell me: she is the coach's daughter; she's eighteen, and really only a few months younger than him. I told him that I thought she was cute, and she looked a lot like me, when I was her age. "I'm working on it," he whispered, and winked at me with a sly smile.
I was busy in the kitchen; when Bill came in and thanked me again for having the party at our house. He said he hoped the coach will be totally surprised, and too, impressed as the team is with our home. "Can I help, Mom?" he asked, hugging me from behind.
"I missed you all day," I told him and squeezed his cock thru his jeans.
