The Trouble With My Son’s Cock – Part Two

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By Lauren McAllister

I woke up the morning after “the incident” with a stinker of a hangover. I’d spent most of the night trying to wash the memory of what I’d done out of my brain and the taste of my son’s spunk out of my mouth. What was I thinking? Was I drinking? Right now I was thinking that I was never going to drink, eat or move ever again. God, I felt like pit full of dinosaur turds.

And then I heard it.

That sound that filled me with the dread of a thousand horrors. A feeling worse than a checkup by storefront gynecologist. My son’s voice was calling from the next room.

“Mom, I’m hungry.”

Fuck! How was I going to face him? What do you say to your son, your only child, after you literally sucked his cock the night before?

“Would you like some orange juice with your breakfast?” just didn’t seem to cut it.

I rolled myself painfully out of bed and staggered into the kitchen, reeling with dyspepsia. The food in my fridge looked supernaturally unappetizing. Meat suddenly turns back into slaughtered dead animals before your bloodshot eyes.Who eats this crap? Cereal seemed an easy choice but every kernel of Captain Crunch slamming into that bowl was like a bullet going through my head. Will no one rescue me from this bottomless hell?

“Mo-o-m?”

I seriously considered putting some bleach into his milk but refrained. That breakfast tray was soooo heavy and the room began to spin a little as I bravely ventured forth. It was surprisingly hard to find his door due of my blinding nausea and the quart-and-a-half of Visine I had to pour onto my corneas to stop them stinging. I paused at the threshold to his abode. One, so I wouldn’t throw up but two, because of the unpardonable abomination I had performed in that very room the previous evening.

“Mom?”

I said a small, only semi harmful imprecation and entered the den of all that was unholy.

Peter gingerly sat up as I entered with his tray of oat flour and sugar. He smiled at me. It was a warm and friendly smile. Way too warm and friendly. With all the inner strength of Hercules and a few Power Rangers, I managed to make all the way across that room to the bed. When I got there, Peter removed the bed sheets so I could put down his milky meal. That’s when I caught sight of the huge boner in his pajamas and I launch it. Breakfast, lunch, dinner and some mid-morning snacks came barreling out of me, covering Petie ‘til he looked like a pile of puke with a head. Could my life get any worse? The answer to that question though, is always “Yes!”

Now I had to remove his pajamas and give him another sponge bath. I was right back where I was the previous inexpressibly vile evening. What baby had I strangled in another life that had brought me to this low place?

So the linen came off. His PJs came off. The top of my head felt like it had come off. As I sponged his lap-region, I had to lift up his engorged manhood to wipe away a couple of chunks that looked like they were once bacon.

“I really enjoyed last night,” Petie said softly. Almost romantically! Then he gently touched my shoulder.

“Yesterday was a mistake. A terrible mistake.”

“It made me realize how beautiful you are.”

“I think it would be sooo much better if we both forgot that awful, inexcusable thing every happened.”

“And your breasts… They were so plump and your nipples were so pink and hard.”

It was now or never. I had to firm and concise. “We have to make an unbreakable pact, you and I, that the sick and disgusting sin that we tragically committed last night was a one time, super-harrowing occurrence.”

Petie took in a sudden gulp of air and closed his eyes. “I’m sorry mom, but I think it’s about to happened again.”

I suddenly realized that I had been unknowingly rubbing his penis the whole time. Thick streams of sperm were shooting out the end of his doowanger and coating his stomach. I immediately stopped, of course, but Pete grabbed by hand and made me continue stroking him until he’d finished emptying his nutsack.

For a few seconds, I just kind of sat there and stared the gooey puddle of my creation. What had I done… AGAIN???

“Thank you so much,” Petie purred. “It really helps take my mind of the pain.”

“But what about my pain, you little shit?” I may have been a little upset at this juncture. “I’ve committed incest! You’ve turned me into a whore!”

“Don’t whores do it for money?”

“Shut up!”

I cleaned up his emanations in silence, almost in tears. The humiliation level of pulling back his foreskin to wipe up the traces of mung around his head was incalculable. Shit, I don’t think I’d ever touched my husband’s cock that much in 24 hours.

Despite my earlier and very sincere vows, I may have imbibed in a few nerve-calming cocktails with lunch. Well, they were lunch.  Some people say that everything happens for a reason but the only “reason” I could think of was JAIL. Still, it was nice to think I could still interest a man. I seemed to have slipped off dear hubby’s radar years ago. After my third crantini, I decided that what’s done is done. You can’t change the past. Unless you’re a Republican, of course. And, admittedly, it was nice to actually receive a compliment from my mostly truculent offspring.

So I prepared him some lunch and changed into my babydolls. I had to. There was vomit stains on my flannels and I really didn’t feel like getting fully dressed. In retrospect, perhaps I should have made the effort.

And then it was back into the room that knows no boundaries. Petie looked genuinely pleased to see me. Well, why wouldn’t he have been at this stage in the game? He was lamentably naked under the sheets because his jammies were still in the washer.

I put the tray down and sat beside him on the bed. Almost immediately, I felt his hand on my thigh. I also felt a familiar tingling in my lady-parts. But that could have been because I’d decided to shave my pussy just before I went in there.

“I just want to say that I think you’re a great mom,” he reassured me as his hand drifted ever higher up my leg.

“But there are limits to what even great moms can do for their sons,” I weakly uttered.

The tips of his fingers were just about to disappear under the hem of my very short nightie but I shamefully made no attempt to stop him.

“I just feel we’ve grown a lot closer since my accident. That you’ve really been there for me.”

“Sweetie, you know I love you, but we just can’t keep… “

“Keep what?”

By now, he had worked his way under my panties and was circling my clit with his thumb. Where had he learned to do that? That’s when I lost it.

“Oh baby, if you only knew how much mommy loves you.” With this heartfelt declaration I bent forward and swallowed him in a soul kiss. The sensation of our two tongues intertwining as he continued to massage my red, ripe love nub was intoxicating. I think we both knew what was going to happen next. Petie lifted the tray off his lap and I removed my baby dolls and jumped in bed beside him in all my motherly nakedness. Then we proceeded to have some of the greatest foreplay I’d experienced had in my entire life. He was all over my quim, exploring every slippery, salacious molecule of my bubbling mommy pie. Pete worked his way up and down my labia, which felt like they had swollen to the size of 747 landing flaps. His fingering was deep and probing but not at all painful. I twisted my pelvis to allow him to get them up there right to the knuckles. Meanwhile, his cock was making out all just fine. I split my time between rubbing his head and tickling his balls. Just before he was about to make me cum, I pulled back. He looked a little worried until I stood his rigid dick straight up in the air and said, “I want to give you the fuck of your life. If it’s okay with you, baby, I’m going to climb on this and ride it until we both need pain meds?”
Pete smiled and nodded his head. Apparently, he was willing to risk it.

I straddled my son and positioned my gaping, gasping woman-hole over his throbbing masterpiece. I slid the head up and down my vulva, just to fully prepare for myself docking.

“Tell me if mommy is hurting you, okay?” And with that I sank my vagina down onto his penis. I felt a mind-blowing rush as I watched it slowly disappear inside me. Wow, did I feel “filled up.” I began to move my pelvis back and forth, drawing it across my clit and driving it up all the way to my fallopian tubes. God what an amazing fuck! I flopped down on top of him and proceeded to wrap my tongue around his tonsils. Petie grabbed my ass cheeks on route to playing with my little pucker hole. The mélange of sensations was pushing me closer and closer to that cliff. My cunt was now tightening around Pete’s member. Not that it really left much room in there to begin with. I was stretched so wide and his tongue was so sweet and his fingers were now halfway up my ass. Wow! The first wave of cum spasms took me by surprise. I quickly raised up so every bit of his cock was inside me up to his scrotum.
”Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I bellowed like a sodomized donkey. My abdomen was contacting to the point where I thought it was going to squeeze the tits off my body. As if he sensed my concern, Petie reached up and grabbed hold of the nipples, sending orgasmic flames right up into my face. Every inch of me felt like it was cumming. After I’d peaked, there were these wonderful mini-waves of post-orgasmic shudders that went through me. But even though I’d enjoyed myself to a point that would be condemned by every church and religious group on Earth, my job was not done. I quickly dismounted and placed Pete’s knob in my mouth. The taste of me was everywhere as I sucked him. I fingered myself for lubrication and then I pushed my index up into his anus as my head-bobbing increased in velocity. I couldn’t believe how much of his beaver basher I was able to fit inside my head. I was practically chocking but absolutely determined of make him blow his righteous load down my throat. When Peter placed his hands on the sides of my face, I know it wouldn’t be long. A couple of grunts and his gusher was on the way. I rubbed the flat of my ring finger over his prostate as he splattered helping after helping of his warm, creamy jam onto the roof of my mouth.

For an hour or so afterwards, we just lay there naked, kissing and touching each other. Yes, I may have sneaked the odd bit of his lunch off the tray but I think he got a pretty good deal out of the arrangement. Don’t you?

The next morning, I did him stone sober and it was twice as good! Since then, I haven’t been able to say no to Petie once and he practically never stops asking.

The funny thing is; his volcanic temper is completely gone. Pete is now the calmest, sweetest boy you ever laid eyes on. He doesn’t get into fights anymore and he’s joined a local choir. Sings like an oriole on a sunny spring morning on Chesapeake Bay.

Who knew! All he really needed was to just get laid.

And me? I don’t miss my husband when he’s out of town at all.

It’s Petie’s birthday soon. Hmm, what do you get a kid that’s already had your everything?

Copyright Lauren McAllister 2022

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