I was curled up against my husband, both of us having had a morning orgasm and then fallen back asleep. He finally stirred and made movements to crawl out of bed.
“Mmmmm,” I moaned softly reaching to pull his warm body back to mine. “Come back, lover.”
“I’ll have to do that later,” he laughed gently. “I’m supposed to meet your brother for golf this morning.”
You can imagine what dirty thoughts flashed through my mind. My husband, my brother, my son. All men in my life whose cum I desired.
“Do you want some breakfast?” I asked.
“No, that’s okay,” he replied. “I’ll grab some coffee and a donut at the club. I imagine you’ll have your hands full of starving people soon.”
I thought about one of them that I might have my hands on today if I don’t restrain myself.
I groaned a little and rolled out of the bed.
“Hey! I’m naked!” I giggled.
“Yeah, I noticed that this morning just before I fucked you,” my husband said sarcastically as he was getting dressed.
“Yes, I do seem to recall a hard cock in my pussy this morning,” I sarcastically replied and then laughed.
I went to the bathroom and fixed my face and hair. After brushing my teeth, I slipped into my nightgown. It was a thin, filmy thing. Not sexy lingerie, but I noticed that my breasts were easily seen. My areola and nipples were visible. I reached back and grabbed my white terrycloth robe and wrapped it around me. It covered me down to my calves and was respectable enough. I was still feeling a bit horny and daring so I didn’t bother with panties. I went into the kitchen and saw that my husband had made coffee before he headed out. The thoughtful guy had set the timer on the coffee machine last night.
I went about the task of frying bacon and getting eggs ready to be scrambled. I was hoping the smell of the bacon would bring the kids into the dinette, but I had to wake the girls up. They stumbled into the room and quickly wolfed down their breakfast. Then they announced they were going to go out to the pool and swim and tan. Ten minutes later a parade of bikini-clad eighteen-year-old girls headed out the back door. Greg’s going to be sorry he missed that, I thought.
Greg. Greg’s upstairs. I’m going to have to go up and wake him up, I thought to myself.
I checked on the girls and they all seemed to be sleeping on their towels outside. I wondered if they even got any sleep last night at all. I turned and headed for the stairs. I quietly made my way upstairs and stood outside Greg’s room. I slowly and quietly turned the doorknob and opened the door. I peeked my head around the door and looked in.
Greg was passed out on his bed. His lower half was covered by the sheet but I could see a tent in the fabric near his crotch. His bare chest was exposed and once again I admired it for a minute. My son was a very handsome young man. I slipped softly into the room and gently closed the door. I stood there for a few minutes, staring at my son’s body while he slept. Every few minutes, I could see movement as his cock flexed in his sleep.
As I watched him, I slowly reached down and untied my robe. I let it fall open. If my son woke up, he would see me standing there, rope parted and transparent nightgown showing. The nightgown that he could see my breasts through.
If he woke up. He didn’t wake up.
I let the robe fall softly to the floor. It made only the slightest swooshing sound as it gathered around my ankles.
I was standing in my eighteen-year-old son’s bedroom, wearing only my slightly see-thru nightgown. If my areolas and nipples were visible, then he could just as easily see my small landing strip of pubic hair at my pussy.
He didn’t wake up. I stood there for another minute watching him sleep until I could feel the heat and wetness between my legs.
I pulled off my nightgown and held it in my hand. I was naked. Naked in my son’s room. I held onto the nightgown just in case he woke up and I needed to cover myself, not that it would do much.
He still didn’t wake up. I dropped the nightgown on the floor. If he woke up now, I’d have to dive to the floor to grab something to cover myself with.
He still kept sleeping, so I softly padded naked over to his bed.
If he woke up now, he’d find his Mother standing next to his bed. I was nude. My nipples were rock hard and aching to be suckled, pinched, and pulled. My pussy was so hot and wet that I could smell my desire.
I reached upward with my hands and caressed my breasts, sliding my palms across them, teasing my nipples. I pulled on my nipples with my fingers. I pinched them.
I stopped thinking and moaned. I quickly froze. The boy still didn’t move. He could sleep through just about anything I recalled.
So I did it. I stood there, spread my legs a bit, and slid a finger deep into my pussy. It went in so easily. It was like sliding my finger into hot butter. I worked myself over good, alternating driving two fingers inside of my hot pussy and then strumming against my hard clit. I wanted him to wake up. I wanted him to see his Mother masturbating next to him. I wanted to cum for him. I was close. This was so freaking wild!
I hunched my body and used one hand to pinch my nipple and the other to rub my clit faster and faster until I stood there shaking my way through an orgasm. I was breathing so hard. My heart was beating so fast. When I could finally move, I quietly slipped over to my nightgown and robe. Each step sent another shiver through my body.
I thought for a second and only put on my robe. I walked over to Greg’s bed holding my nightgown in my hand. I sat down on his bed. The movement stirred him a bit.
“Greg,” I called out. “Greg, honey, wake up.” I leaned forward and gently kissed his lips. “Greg, wake up baby.” I shook him gently until he finally opened his eyes.
He stared at me for a second or two before recognition finally came through his brain. He smiled.
“Good morning, baby,” I said, returning his smile. “I have breakfast ready downstairs. The girls are out at the pool and I’m sure they’d love to see this hot body of yours out there.”
“Mmmmm,” he moaned. “Swim later. Sleep now.”
“Nope, it’s wakey time!” I told him. “Part of you is already up and standing straight, the rest of you might as well do it also.” As I said this, I softly traced my fingernails up and down the top of his thigh through the fabric of his sheet.
“Mmmm, ” he moaned. “Keep doing that.”
I continued stroking his thigh. As I did this, I could see the tent in his crotch area jumping up and down.
“You’re not going down to the pool with that big thing bouncing around, are you?” I teased. “Maybe you’d better do something about it.” I grabbed the sheet and pulled it down past his knees. His cock was stretching the material of his boxers to the bursting point. “Pull them down, big boy!”
“Sure Mom,” he said with a laugh. “Anything for you.” He lifted himself off of the bed and pushed his boxers down to his knees. His cock was so damn good-looking. I licked my lips unconsciously as it bobbed and bounced just a foot away from me. It was so engorged with blood that it looked like it must hurt. The head of his cock was a deep pinkish-red this morning. A drop of precum oozed out and sat there threatening to drop.
“Is that drop of sweet honey for Mommy?” I asked him in the husky voice I normally kept hidden deep inside of me.
He reached over and touched it with his fingertip, smearing it around the head of his cock and onto his finger. He then brought his hand up to my mouth and asked, “Want a taste?”
At that moment all I wanted to do was to grab that hand and shove that finger deep into my mouth so that I could taste his precum.
So I did.
It was sweet. Sweet and a bit salty. I sucked on that finger like it had life-saving powers.
“Damnnnn, Mom!” My son said softly.
I removed the finger from my mouth and said, “Watch that language, son. I’m still your Mom you know.”
He was genuinely apologetic. “I’m sorry, that just slipped out. But, wow Mom, that’s so hot.”
“Speaking of hot, why don’t you start stroking that hot cock so you can shoot your cum?” I reminded him.
Then he got bold and said, “How about if you stroke my hot cock so that it shoots out my cum?”
So I did.
Not!
This was already going way too far. If I reached over and touched his cock it would be all over for me. If I did that I’d be on top of him in seconds guiding that throbbing meat into my pussy.
“No,” I responded. “I’m sorry, son. I can’t do that. I’ve already gone too far. I love looking at you and seeing you do it, but I can’t go there.”
“I can do it,” he said with disappointment in his voice. “But you have to stay and watch me.”
I decided to make him feel a little better. I scooted over a bit more onto the bed and lifted my leg onto the bed. “Here,” I told him as I moved his hand to my calf. “You can touch me while you touch yourself.”
Immediately, of course, his hand shot halfway up my leg. I quickly reached down and stopped his hand just above my knee.
“No,” I giggled. “Keep it down below my knee.”
“So smooth,” he said as his hand started sliding up and down the calf of my leg. Soon his other hand was matching the rhythm. His cock stroking was in rhythm with his leg stroking.
“You know what?” I asked him teasingly. “I’m naked under this robe. You’re touching your Mom’s bare leg. If you were to go higher, you’d be touching my pussy.”
“Oh wow!” he said. “Can I please?”
“No, baby,” I replied. “Just keep touching that big cock. Keep your hand down below my knee or you’ll have to take it away.”
“Mmmmm,” he moaned as his pace picked up. Precum was oozing from his cock and he was smearing it all around, the lubrication helping the feel of it.
“You know something else?” I teased. I held up my nightgown for him to see. “This is what I had on underneath my robe when I came inside and closed your door.”
His eyes widened and he stroked faster on his cock.
I put the nightgown on his chest and said, “You know I couldn’t take off the nightgown without taking off my robe, right? That means I was naked in here just a few minutes ago.”
“Oh! Wow. Mom!” he stammered. I knew he was so close.
“You know what else?” I teased him again. “I walked naked over here beside your bed too. If you had only opened your eyes, you would have seen your Mom standing next to your bed nude. My breasts, my ass, my pussy…all naked for you.”
I was a terrible tease to him. His stroking was so fast. I don’t know how he was holding back.
“Then,” I continued. “I masturbated myself standing right here. Naked. In your room. Greg, I came so hard that I nearly fell over onto you. I used these two fingers to touch myself. Want a taste?”
I reached over and touched my fingers to his lips. He opened his mouth and I slid my fingers inside. His tongue wrapped around them, tasting his Mom’s cum juices.
“UNHH!” he moaned loudly. I hope the girls weren’t in the house! I slipped my fingers out of his mouth as he lifted his head from the bed and slammed it back into his pillow violently. His whole body shook with the spasms rocking through him. His cum shot out in thick spurts up to his chest!
“Unh! Unh! Mmmmmm!” he moaned loudly.
I sat there in a daze, watching his young, firm cock erupting with sperm. Oh, how I wanted to just lean over and take his cock into my mouth and suck on it.
So I did.
Yes, I actually did it this time.
I opened my mouth and slid that hot, throbbing cock into my hot wet mouth. I turned and met his eyes.
“Unnhhhhh!” he moaned.
I quickly slid it out and sat up. I brought my hand to my mouth, shocked at what I had just done. I could taste his cum all in my mouth! All I wanted to do was bend over and do it again, but instead, I stood up and backed away from the bed.
“I shouldn’t have done that,” I said softly.
“Mom, that was incredible!” Greg said quickly. “It felt awesome!”
I couldn’t help but laugh, “Well, no duh!”
I slowly backed away until I was at his door. I was staring at the pool of cum on his chest and belly and still shocked at what I’d just done to him.
“I’m a mess, Mom,” he said. “A little help?”
I took a deep breath. I’d already put his cock in my mouth, even if just for a second. I had nothing to be shy about at this point. So I walked over to him. I looked down at his body. His cock was semi-hard and as I looked at it, it started growing thick.
“Don’t you move or touch me,” I warned him. Then I’ll be damned if I didn’t lean over and lick up the cum from his stomach and chest. I got the majority of it in my mouth.
I stood back up and with a mouth full of his cum, I smiled…and swallowed.
