My Son’s Migraines (Ch 4)

This story is a work of fantasy. None of it is true. Don’t use it for inspiration. Don’t hurt people you love.

[Read Chapters 1, 2 & 3 before proceeding]

Chapter 1: sexstories.com/story/104332/ (4100 words)

Chapter 2: sexstories.com/story/104363/ (1650 words)

Chapter 3: sexstories.com/story/104365/ (2300 words)

Chapter 4 is 3500 words

I slept in the next morning, the norm for Sundays. I felt renewed somehow, my being rejuvenated and fresh. Visions of the night before starting playing back in my mind. I bit my lower lips and smiled. The achy feeling in my vagina reminded me of how far I had pushed things. The vulgarity of what I had done to my son shocked me, but I felt no regret, only the thrill of forbidden pleasure. I was expressing my love for him in a few way, and I knew I was being a good mother by taking care of his needs as well.

I reached across the bed to feel for Alex but it was empty. I stretched my body and got up, looking forward to fresh coffee. I brushed my hair and washed my face, then walked to the kitchen in my silky pajamas, my tits swinging loosely. Alex was standing at the sink washing a cereal bowl. He was still shirtless, his lean physique and smooth skin highlighted by the morning sun. I moved behind him and pushed my body against his, my arms embracing his torso with my hands on his chest and abdomen. My nipples hardened as they rubbed against his back. “Good morning, sweet boy. How are you this morning?”

“Uhh, okay, I guess,” he said. “I think I slept well, but it was too warm in the house. I may have been sweating or something – my pillow and shorts just seemed a little moist when I woke up.” I stayed silent, wondering what else he noticed. “I know I had some weird dreams again…but…I can’t remember anything…specific. And my neck is a little sore. Your pillows are too big for me. Otherwise, I’m okay I think. Thanks for taking care of me last night. I could barely open my eyes and my head was throbbing bad.”

“You’re welcome, baby. It’s my job to take care of you. I’m glad you’re feeling better. We can move your pillow to my bed next time so you’re more comfortable. I like you staying in my bed so I can make sure you’re okay.”

I rubbed his body, tightening my embrace. His cute butt pushed against my pubic mound and my breasts flattened against his upper back. He put his hand on my upper arm and squeezed in return. I kissed his neck and released him. I watched him walk away. As he turned the corner it seemed the crotch of his shorts was raised. I smiled and started the coffee. I was a lucky mom.

The next two weeks were a blur. The business was at the end of the fiscal year, so there was a lot of finance and accounting reports that had to be generated for the upcoming board meeting. I was coming home late most nights. Alex was pretty self-sufficient at school and home. He was fairly mature for someone that looked so young. He could get himself off to school and make his own meals if needed. I was proud of him. But my time away made me feel disconnected from him, which I hated. I would need to make up for it somehow.

Despite my busy schedule, my body continued to ramp up its sexual need. I was feeling the urge to masturbate morning, noon, and night. I kept a high-end vibrating dildo and lube at work. During my lunch hour at work I’d lock my office door, turn off the lights, lay on my office couch and fuck myself to orgasm pretending it was Alex between my legs. I told my teammates I was taking one of those trendy 20-minute power naps, and they commented how rosy and chipper I was in the afternoon.

At home I installed a new shower wand specially designed for women. It had two sprayers that could be independently adjusted in spray type and pressure. Never had my clit, pussy, and ass been so sparkly clean. After Alex went to bed I would lay naked on the bed and stimulate my erogenous bits. My pussy and clit were the main attractions, but I started including my virgin asshole in the mix. At first, I experimented with rubbing my sphincter with a lubed finger. Then I stepped up to a small butt plug, which amplified the feeling of my Alex-shaped dildo sawing into my pussy. The thin wall separating my anal and vaginal canals was so sensitive, and the combined stimulus gave me orgasms that put me on the edge of blacking out. I was longing to try it during my next session with Alex.

The opportunity presented itself the following Sunday night. I’d finished all the fiscal year closeout work on Friday and I wanted to celebrate with my special guy. We went out for a gourmet pizza dinner and then walked along the trendy shop district, window shopping and eating a gelato along the way. I hooked my arm inside Alex’s, our bodies moving along together.