I watched Toby sleep. My sixteen-year-old son slept naked these days and was only half-covered by a sheet and the bedspread, his bare back and one leg exposed. He lay on his tummy, his head on the pillow, his mouth open a quarter inch as he breathed. It reminded me of when I was his age, asleep in my room, dreaming sixteen-year-old girl dreams.
That’s now twenty-one years ago. I remembered it like this:
“Daddy?” I mumbled. My head was foggy with sleep. He had just, barely, woken me up.
“Hey, baby girl,” he said quietly. “Just thought I’d stop by.”
I had been sleeping in bed. It was ten am, but it was a weekend and I didn’t need to be up at all. I was a little angry, not a lot angry, and I opened one eye. Sunshine streamed through a small gap in the drapes. At least it would be a pleasant day, but most days in Southern California were pleasant.
“You can go back to sleep,” he said.
He rubbed my back. Daddy did it slowly, softly. His fingertips ran up and down my pink pajamas. He’d pulled back the bed covers to my waist, but I wasn’t cold at all. His fingers were warming me up. I felt them plowing tiny furrows in my back.
I raised my head and let it plop back on my pillow. I loved having my back rubbed and both my parents knew it. It wasn’t sexual, but it was sensual, sending ripples of happiness from every part he touched. It made me feel loved. I felt like a waffle with syrup oozing over me.
Daddy’s fingers slipped under my pajama top and stroked my skin and my shoulders slumped a little further. His fingertips slid smoothly over bare skin, up and down the middle of my back, up and down my sides…
“Hey, that tickles,” I said loudly.
I immediately flipped to my back and daddy’s hands fell instantly on my breasts. In a split second, he began to move them off, but I put my hands over his and held him there. He didn’t need much persuading.
Daddy had already fucked me and more than once. Still, I was only sixteen and he was the only man who had put his cock inside me. So far. One of his palms rubbed a nipple, the other nipple being rolled lightly between thumb and index finger. Both nipples were already hard.
“Does that feel good, baby girl?”
“Better than good, daddy, I love it!”
He leaned forward to kiss me. His breath smelled minty, as though he’d just brushed his teeth, with a hint of coffee. I pushed my tongue between his lips and our mouths opened, each inviting the other’s tongue. Daddy’s lips pushed hard against mine, not crushing them, but making mine yield. My head sunk deeper into my pillow.
His hands continued to stroke my breasts, such as they were, which was pretty small. They were a little larger than peaches, but not much. My nipples were extremely small, like tiny brown raisins. But his fingers found them and kept them hard. I was starting to get turned on. Looking down when he came up for air, I saw that daddy was turned on too, with a sausage-shaped bump in his shorts.
“Oh, daddy,” I breathed.
He unbuttoned my pajama top and I took it off with a little difficulty, as he was almost sitting on my lap. Now naked from the waist up, I pulled his Chargers t-shirt off over his head. His chest came down to mine and he kissed me some more. Our mouths open, an inch apart, our tongues waggled playfully. I felt him squeezing my boobs.
Daddy stood for a second and took off his shorts, leaving him wearing nothing but his boxers. He threw the covers off me and mostly onto the floor. He climbed back, kneeling between my legs, and put a finger, maybe by accident, on my pjs and directly on my clit. I jerked suddenly and fell back. His finger pushed into me, into my cunt, just a fraction of an inch. It slowly moved up and down, making my clit tingle. I doubt that his finger moved more than half an inch, but it was important territory, this most erogenous part of my body. For long minutes his finger brushed my opening and my clit through my pajama bottoms.
I knew I was wet and I knew it mostly by how warm I was becoming. I reached down and pulled off my pajama bottoms, spreading my legs some, making myself available. I was open to whatever daddy wanted to do, finger me, lick me, fuck me. Just so he did it to my clit and my cunt.
His finger pushed inside me and his mouth traveled down to my breast. He licked me thoroughly. My head came up to watch and almost immediately fell back on the pillow. Daddy’s lips were warm. He sucked at a nipple and I felt a little surge of electricity erupt. He kissed my lips some more.
Daddy’s finger pretty much filled up my cunt, although I knew there’d be more to come. I felt it curl, the tip touching the top, the front of my cunt, making me shiver. My hips came up off the bed for a second. His finger slipped out and his mouth worked its way to my neck, between my boobs, down my tummy, and began to suck tenderly at my clit.
I spread my legs wider, I’m not completely sure why, but I think I was summoning him. His tongue began to flick against my clit, flittering delicately, each touch a mild shock. His finger joined the party, again inside my cunt, stroking. Daddy’s tongue began to lick my labia, only occasionally touching my clit, and I reached down to spread them apart, far enough that he returned to licking my happy button. I had a hand on my breast and I pinched a nipple. Everything felt good… my ass, my ears, my toes, everything.
My tummy was contracting a little, my shoulders coming up off the bed an inch and falling back, as daddy licked me quickly. His tongue sped its wet warmth to my clit and I felt the surge beginning, a wave of sensation that was preceded by ebbing away, leaving a knot of emptiness that tightened behind my clit, and tightened further, and suddenly released in a rush, crashing down, mercilessly tossing spray in all directions. I might have yelled. Daddy kept licking my clit and it was as though the wave just continued to hit the shore for a really long time. I realized I was grabbing his hair.
Half a minute later, I fell back. I hadn’t even noticed that I’d crunched halfway up. Daddy licked my clit one last time and I twisted with the sensation, too sensitive in a good way. He climbed back up to kiss me again, letting me taste myself, and I felt his hard cock against my cunt. Somewhere along the way he’d lost his boxers and gained an erection.
I fooled him, though. I pushed his shoulders back, extracted my legs, did a 180 with my body, and took his cock into my mouth. He began to speak and stopped. His cock had slid partway down my throat. I started to gag and told myself to relax. Relax. Calm. His cock was just a little way into my throat and, although I couldn’t breathe, I only had to move my head a little. Slow down, don’t speed up. Settle down. Quiet. His cock wasn’t moving. Shhhh. And then I felt his cock backing out from my throat and I could breathe. It returned to my throat and it wasn’t quite as bad as the first time, although I almost gagged again. The third time he went to fuck my throat I pushed the back of my tongue up and he simply pressed against it a little. Much better. He did this several more times, his cock moving in and out of my mouth, before pulling it away.
“That was nice, baby girl, but I need your pussy.”
Okay, those words were magic. I spun around again and spread my legs wide, pulling his cock toward my cunt. I lined it up and felt the tip enter me. The first several inches came slowly, an inch at a time, before he slid in the rest of the way. I was more than filled, I was stuffed, and it felt terrific. His cock began to pump inside me, back and forth, in and out, the friction nothing like the clit orgasm he’d given me, but still very pleasant.
“Fuck me, daddy,” I whispered. “Fuck me, daddy,” I said a little louder, building some enthusiasm, putting it into my voice. Brad, a boy from school, had loved it when I talked dirty, he said it helped him “get off”, so I figured it might help here. Brad had dry humped me a few times, his pants and my panties between his cock and my cunt, and he always came.
“Give me your big, hard dick, daddy,” I pleaded. “I want you to cum inside me. Cum in your daughter’s cunt. Cum for me, daddy.”
With a roar, he did. It was a loud groan, I guess, and I felt his cock jam into my cunt. There was a sense of warm cum spurting from it, although I’m not sure I actually felt it, like you know you’re peeing, but you don’t really feel any pee. He jammed his cock that last quarter inch several times before slumping heavily onto my body.
“You’re kinda heavy,” I gasped. “I love you.”
He mumbled something that might have been, “Good morning, baby girl” into my shoulder. Soon after that, his cock shriveled out of my cunt, he grabbed his clothes and left. I was totally ready for a new day and, at the same time, ready to go back to sleep.
I remembered all of that in about ten seconds, standing in the doorway to Toby’s room. I was rubbing my left nipple with my right hand. Toby just breathed quietly, doubtless dreaming of fucking someone. He was sixteen and I was pretty sure all his dreams were about sex. It was only seven am.
I walked quietly into his room. I was just his mom, wearing my robe, tied tightly at my waist, and I loosened it a little. Sitting at the side of his bed, I put a hand on his back and began to rub it. Toby liked back rubs almost as much as I did.
He sort of woke up, mumbling groggily into his pillow. I put both hands to work on his back, raking his back lightly with the ends of my nails. I reached up to his shoulders and massaged them somewhat roughly, figuring that he was awake now, then continued the massage down his back. I pulled and pushed at him for several minutes.
There’s something about rubbing bare skin. It’s not exactly sexual, but it does fire up the libido. My hands moved lower on his back, squeezing a little, and slipped down to rub his ass. I had to throw off the covers and, as soon as I saw his bare-naked butt, I took a deep breath.
I only massaged his ass for thirty seconds before he turned over. I could see that at least part of his problem was that his dick was hard.
“Oh, Toby,” I said. “Not again.” I said it with a smile.
He just shrugged. My fingertips trailed lightly up and down his hips, avoiding his cock, which seemed to just get harder, although more likely it was only pulsing a little. I stroked his balls and he gasped, not with pain, with something else. Lust, perhaps. I did it again, then sort of picked them up, holding them on top of my fingers while they rubbed the underside of his jewels.
Toby reached down and began to masturbate, something I’d seen him do many times before. I took this as a clue and brushed his hand aside, replacing it with my own. I stroked it slowly, from just below the tip to the bottom of is shaft and back up again.
“Do you have any lube?” I asked.
“Yeah, sure,” he said, and reached into the drawer on his nightstand. He pulled out a tube of watermelon flavored, water-based lube.
“Really? Watermelon?”
“Well, Katie and I both like watermelon and maybe she’d be over here sometime…”.
Katie was Toby’s girlfriend. They often got together over the weekend. Really got together. The lube container was almost empty. I knew he had a masturbation sleeve because I’d bought it for him from Santa Claus this past Christmas. I squirted some out and began stroking him. I shook my shoulders a little to rub my nipples against my robe.
He lay back with his hands under his head.
“I totally like that,” he said. “Totally.”
I played with the end of his dick, moving my thumb across the sensitive spot on the bottom of the tip, the frenulum? Little circles.
“I guess Katie never, you know, sucked you off here?” I asked. I tried to keep my tone light.
“Not since I got the lube,” he said. “That happened just two weeks ago. The stuff that came with the sleeve you gave me, well, it ran out.” He didn’t look embarrassed to say that.
I returned to jacking his shaft. I held my hand so it was a circle that barely touched his cock. I’d like to say that my thumb and fingers wouldn’t go all the way around, but, well, they did. I added a little lube.
“Maybe you’d use it to, um, fuck her in the ass?” I asked. I was having fun, getting to ask my son these questions and he wasn’t protesting like he usually would, doubtless because I was jerking him off.
“Probably not. Katie doesn’t like it, uh, there.”
“But you’ve fucked Jen in the ass, right?” Jen was Katie’s mom. I knew she’d had sex with Toby a few months earlier.
“Yeah. Nice. Oh… “.
I stopped stroking him suddenly, as I was afraid he was about to cum. And he probably was. A little bit dribbled from the end of his cock, not pre-cum, but a real ejaculation that was more of a one-shot simmer than a multi-shot rolling boil. I waited about thirty seconds, then rubbed the cum into his cock.
“You liked fucking her butt, huh?”
I lowered my head and took his cock into my mouth. I could taste the watermelon from the lube, extra salty with his cum.
“Yeah,” he said, his voice pitched a little higher. “Her asshole was so tight. Oh, mom, that’s so good.”
I lifted my head to ask, “You like it when your mommy sucks your cock?” I thought about daddy licking my clit.
My head returned to bobbing up and down. I felt his hand reach out and touch my boob. He rubbed it a little, squeezing a nipple. He must have been sitting up to do it, because I heard his body fall back on the bed.
What the fuck, I said to myself. I took off my robe. I was naked underneath except for my panties and I pulled them off quickly, too. I positioned myself over his cock, centered the tip of it into my hole, and slowly lowered myself. My calves were alongside his body. His cock was completely inside my cunt.
“How’s that, honey?”
This time, Toby said nothing. His hips moved up and down in rhythm to my own gallop on his cock.
“Fuck me, honey, fuck your mommy,” I said, my breathing a little heavy. “Give me that cock, fuck mommy’s cunt, fuck me.”
Toby was getting redder around his neck and his upper chest. My cunt was getting warmer. His cock seemed a little bit bigger.
“Oh, honey, that’s so nice. I love your cock inside me. I want to feel you cum. Cum inside me. Cum for me!”
I couldn’t have ridden him more than another ten yards when he shoved his cock as far as it would go and he came. I could tell from the little jerks that he was cumming, although I couldn’t feel anything inside. Well, sort of true, I couldn’t feel any cum spurting into me, but my heart felt warm. I smiled. I stopped riding him and sat quietly, squeezing him with my cunt. Squeezing my son’s cock.
“Good morning, baby boy,” I whispered. I climbed off him and lay next to him. I had one leg over his, my breast against his chest. I kissed him lightly on the lips and watched him fall back asleep.
