My late-night craving was so insatiable, it led me to his bedroom.
One month later, Michael and I were indulging several times a day. I knew I was up against a youthful participant, but oh my. He began to be more vocal about his feelings as well. His words were very soothing for a mother to hear.
One afternoon we were discussing the subject, and he said something that made me giggle inside. He looked right at me and said, ‘it’s the way you say things.’ I asked him to clarify. He said, ‘like the time we were in the car, and you said, ‘would you like to kiss your mother?’ (in that voice). ‘It was so hot!’ he said.
On Thursday evening I had that 2am craving for something salty. I crawled out of bed and put my robe and slippers on. I crept down that dark hallway enroute to Michaels room. When I reached his door, I tied my hair back in a bow, then I quietly opened the door. He was fast asleep. A ‘glow-in-the-dark’ battlecruiser hangs above my young Jedi. I was soaking wet. I crept closer. I felt like a million people were watching from their screens at home. I kicked my slippers off and pushed them to the side with my foot. I paused to gain my composure. I was trembling.
I’ve never arrived unannounced. I reached and pulled the cord on my waist, and I dropped my robe to the floor. There I was, the energy of that moment was shattering. My heart was pounding through my chest. I ever so cautiously pulled his blanket to the side. There it was.
I carefully rested by his side. The tick of his alarm clock was the only sound in the room. I slowly leaned over and began licking his balls so tenderly. They were so warm and ripe. I fully extended my tongue and ran it up his flaccid shaft. I slipped the head of his sleeping cock, inside my hungry mouth. His body twitched. I froze. A few seconds later, I started lathering his cock with tongue. ‘Omg’,……. ‘ohhhh yessss’ I heard in the dark.
He raised his head up and gripped my forearm. His thick veiny cock was growing indeed. It has a pulse of its own. It throbs like a beating heart. He squirmed in his bed like a snake, completely consumed by my late-night craving. A few seconds later I paused. It was time to introduce him to another sixty-nine. ‘Oh yes!’ he cried out, as I nestled myself in position.
I rolled him onto his right side. When I raised my leg, he buried himself between my thighs. Every fiber of my soul ignited into an undistinguishable flame. Indulging in something you’re not allowed to have, is so fulfilling. I’ve been devoured by the best, but they pale in comparison to the mouth of my son. He reached back and grabbed my ass so firmly. In a singular gesture, I slid his cock right down my throat.
I could feel his hot breath, steaming my pussy in response. ‘OOOOhhhh,’ he uttered from below. I withdrew his cock and polished his crown, waiting for that glorious eruption. When those jets of cum started filling my mouth, I basted his face with juice. Our bodies spasmed in unison. Incredible timing. I savored every last drop that spewed from his cock. I rolled over onto my back, releasing Michael from captivity, yet he didn’t stop. When he did stop, I saw him reach over to his nightstand, and he opened the middle drawer. When he pulled his hand out, he was holding a condom. He wanted me to see that, I know it. That sent a signal to my brain indeed. I was spellbound. I rested my head on his mattress, as I stared at that nearby condom.
Over the next few weeks, I battled with internal emotions. I knew I couldn’t deny my son what he longed to achieve either. It was a mental roadblock I wasn’t expecting. I voluntarily rounded all three bases with such enthusiasm, yet I feared to score a run? I was puzzled. I wanted to discuss some things before I took the plunge. I picked up my phone and sent him a text message.
(‘Hey tiger’) I texted to him. (‘Hellooooooo’) he texted back. (I’m taking you out to dinner when you get home) I texted. ‘(‘Sweet’) he replied.
I chose a restaurant that could provide us with some privacy. I waited until mid-meal before I spoke.
‘I wanna talk to you about the other night’ I said. ‘Is there something you want to tell me?’ I asked.
He was restless.
‘I don’t know how to say it’,… he said nervously. ‘Speak your mind darlin” I said, as I took a sip of water. He continued to search for the right words.
Without looking up he said,… ‘I have some condoms now.’
I looked out among the patrons. ‘What are you saying Michael?’ I asked.
‘I want to take another step forward,’ he said so nervously. You could’ve heard my heartbeat across the room. I did my best to remain calm.
‘Are you talking about intercourse?’ I asked. He shifted in his seat,…’yes’, he replied.
It was a pivotal moment indeed. He was now looking at me with those puppy-dog eyes, ‘it’s all I think about’, he added. Now it was me, who was searching for a way to respond. He was at the threshold of victory, and so was I.
‘Is that why you bought those condoms?’ I asked. ‘Yes’, he replied quickly.
‘Are you aware that condoms reduce sensitivity?’ I asked.
He knew by my statement that he had a foot in the door. He began to rattle in his seat. I took a full breath and turned in his direction.
‘Are you certain it is me that you want?’ I asked him. ‘Yes’, he replied, with a crack in his voice. I smiled and patted his leg to calm his nerves.
‘I’ll agree under one condition’ I said. He was on the edge of his seat, literally. ‘No condoms’ I said firmly. ‘Okay,…okay…okay’ he replied, his hands shaking.
When we made eye contact the look was sensational. Suddenly a rush of arousal struck me hard. I gazed at him with lust in my eyes. I took another sip of water and placed my glass on the table. I leaned over and whispered into his ear, ‘my nipples are hard.’
He fell back against the booth, gasping away, shaking his head. ‘There’s that voice again’ he said, as he swiped his forehead.
On the way home Michael took the wrong exit. When we got back on the freeway, he did it again. I giggled inside, ‘someone is distracted,’ I said to myself. ‘We live over there darlin’ I said, and we both erupted in laughter.
I felt his laser focus, as he followed me into the house. He knew his father would be home soon, yet his radiant smile filled the room. He paced like a caged animal. His sense of relief was astonishing. Thirty-six hours later his father was back in the air. I knew it was time to taunt him.
(Hello sweetheart’) I texted.
(‘Hello Mother’), he replied.
Then I sent him a coded message, (IHA) = I’m home alone.
He texted back with a (big smiley icon).
(What are you doing?) he texted.
(I’m waiting for you) I replied.
(‘Coming straight home?’) I texted.
(‘Ohhhh yes’) he replied.
Two hours later he barged thru the front door. I was in the kitchen preparing dinner. He had a stunned expression on his face. I smiled at him, ‘welcome home’ I said, followed by a wink. I walked over and kissed his mouth, then I continued to prep our dinner.
After dinner we sat in the den and snuggled on the sofa. I knew what Michael wanted more than anything. I rose to my feet and stared silently at him, and without a smile. I slowly turned and left the room. I walked into our bedroom and began to disrobe. My body was quivering.
When I exited the bedroom, I was completely naked. As I strolled past the den I said ‘come with me’ as I continued my stride down the hallway…. to be continued….
