Lusty Son (1)

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Lusty Son (1)

What was wrong with me? I just couldn’t help it. Every time I saw mum I just got a raging hard on. She was beautiful. She was sexy and she was so not available. Or not supposed to be anyway. She was my mum for gods sake. This had been going on for too long. I had to get my head straight.

I suppose it really started five years ago when dad died. I was just thirteen and at that age I sort of went off the rails a bit. After one bad fight at school where she had to leave work and pick me up she sat me down for a chat.

“Your dads been gone for six months now Danny.” She said softly, holding my face in her hands. “I know you miss him and so do I. But I need you to be the man now. You need to stop all this fighting and stuff because I need you to be responsible. I need you to be a grown up. You are the man of the house now. I need you to take care of me like you father did.”

“I’m sorry mum.” I said bursting into tears, “I just miss him so much.”

“I know you do baby.” She said, tears welling in her eyes. “So do I but we need to look after each other now. Ok.”

“Ok mum I will. I promise.” I said. I kept my promise and have done really well at school and am looking forward to university.

Mum works three days a week for a charity shop. When dad died he was an equal partner in a business. As mum didn’t know anything about the business and hardly knew the other partner she sold a controlling share to him and lived off dads insurance and income from the company shares. A few years on the business was doing so well it got noticed by a multi national who offered a buy out. Mum and the senior partner agreed and mum it seems is actually quite wealthy. But she say’s we are comfortable. We live in the same house we did when dad was alive, though it has been generally modernised and extended and a swimming pool added.

As time went by mum became more relaxed. More settled and more cheerful. She had a lovely way of making people smile even in their gloomy moments. We had a small gym so she kept herself fit and for me, to some degree that was the problem.

She had married dad at eighteen and I was born shortly after so she is now thirty seven and she has the most awesome body. She has 36dd tits, and I know this because like a lot of boys I have wanked a few times into a bra I found in the laundry. Her waist is slim and her hips are smaller than her tits so I suppose at a guess her vitals are 36dd 26 34. And she knows she has a good body. She doesn’t flaunt it but she doesn’t hide it either. Low cut blouses, or transparent sometimes. Moderate length skirts above the knee and she does love her tight jeans and when at home in the warm weather will wear shorts and t shirt. And joy of joys for me, a bikini when swimming in the pool.

None of that is a problem for me. My problem is mornings and evenings. She gets up at 8am every day. Dressed in a nightdress. Sometimes short sometimes long and sometimes button up. Only the buttons are usually only done up just above her tits so if she bends down I get a full view of those wonderful mounds and she never wears a bra for bed. The short ones just about cover her nicely rounded arse, or so it seems to me. Then in the evenings she will do dinner at 6pm and by 7pm she has showered and in her nightdress ready for bed. She sits dressed like that watching TV till she gets tired and after she has leaned right over and kissed me on the forehead she goes to bed. Night after night I see those wonderful breasts, just swinging, waiting to be squeezed. Nipples waiting to be sucked. And I am sitting in pj’s or shorts and t shirt.

I sit with a cushion in my lap so she can’t see my constant erection and then when she goes to bed I will jerk off, sometimes right where I sit and then again when I go to bed. And when she has her shower she just wraps a towel around herself and, still wet crosses the landing and goes into her bedroom. I know that a second later she is standing naked, running her hands over that awesome body. I just can’t take it any more. But what am I going to do? Maybe I should just tell her and see what happens.

She was wearing one of her lower cut shorter night dresses tonight. I could see her breasts rising and falling as she breathes. It’s short, so short that with her legs tucked under her I can almost see up to her panties. The TV program finished and I knew now was the time. She got up, took her cup out to the kitchen and then came over and kissed me on the forehead.

“Good night darling.” She said.

“Mum you can’t keep doing this to me.” I said softly. I hadn’t actually planned to say anything it just sort of blurted out.

“Do what Danny.” She said looking down at me, “I always kiss you good night.”

“Yes mum.” I said, “And you always do this as well.” I said moving the pillow aside and showing her my obvious erection.

“Danny!” She said trying to look away but not quite able to do so. “Don’t be silly. I will see you in the morning.” She turned and walked towards the stairs.

“It will still be here in the morning mum.” I said, “It always is and it always will be till YOU do something about it.”

“Danny don’t be silly.” She said trying to sound casual, but her eyes were still stuck on my erection which had now popped out of the pee fly of my boxers. “Why don’t you find yourself a nice girlfriend.”

I stood up and took a pace towards her. My solid throbbing erection clearly pointing her way. “I don’t want a girlfriend mum.” I said softly but sternly, “I want you. And only you.”

“Er, er well I am tired so lets talk about it in the morning. Goodnight son.” She said and hurried off to her room.

I couldn’t believe what I had just done. What I had just said. I couldn’t believe that she hadn’t slapped me round the face. Maybe that’s because she just couldn’t take her eyes of my throbbing cock. So I suppose I could count that as a success. The subject was in the open now. The morning would be very interesting. I had to follow this up if I really wanted to get my hands on those awesome tits, and her mouth around my throbbing cock.

I looked down at my penis and was surprised to see how much it had grown. It must have been about nine inches long, longer than I had ever been and the throbbing was quite painful. Half hoping that mum would come back down I took my boxers off, sat down and jerked off in the armchair. The explosive orgasm made me moan out loud. The first jet must have travelled at least 4 feet and the following 4 or 5 not that much less. It was painful, but the pain just made the juice go on and on for ages till I couldn’t take anymore. Once I had recovered I cleaned up. Normally this only took a few seconds but I had spread it so wide that it seemed to take forever. By the time I got to bed I was too exhausted to jerk off again and anyway I’m not sure I could have taken the pain any more however pleasurable it may have been.

She couldn’t help herself. The sight of his erection, his huge erection, had effected her whether she wanted it to or not. The struggle to remain calm and brush him off probably sounded a lot calmer than it actually was. Her pussy was throbbing and she didn’t even make it to the bed before her panties dropped to the floor and her hand was between her leg as she leaned against the bedroom door. Initially she just pushed her hand against the throbbing, “Just to calm it down.” She said to herself. But try as she may she couldn’t stop her finger from sliding into her trimmed pussy hole and finding her clit. At the first contact she moaned, loud enough for her to worry Danny may hear.

She stumbled to the bed and falling on it she fingered her pussy to orgasm more violently than she had ever done before. With images of that erection moving closer and closer to her one orgasm was not enough. Two three and then finally the fourth orgasm and she blanked out, falling asleep from exhaustion on top of the bed while still humping her finger.

She woke early the next morning trying to figure out what had happened. Since her husband died she had convinced herself that sex wasn’t important and though she did on occasion masturbate it wasn’t a regular thing and she had never even thought about dating another man. Yet here she was, waiting for her son to come down. Had she done enough to put him off or would he still, still….. God she couldn’t think of it. “Calm thoughts. Calm thoughts.” She repeated to herself.

Danny was in a remarkably good mood when he woke up.