Cable Sex and My Son, Too
It had been a long, stressful Friday at work, and I'd come home that afternoon, looking for
nothing more than a long hot shower and perhaps a quick fuck from my husband.
I was kind of disappointed, though, when I found a note laying on the bedside table where we
left each other little personal notes. Bob wouldn’t be home tonight, as he had planned. He had to fly to Iowa, of all places, to attend a sales meeting. Well, that’s what you get for being such a top notch dude in your company, I thought. He was making so much money, I could even quit my stressful job and relax if I wanted to.
Well, I took a hot shower and changed into a comfortable old short house robe, with nothing
underneath. That’s the way I liked to relax at night. I needed to get downstairs and check on my son; I decided I would come back up and put on a real robe in a few minutes.
I walked downstairs and into the kitchen, expecting to fix something to eat for me and my
son. I didn’t know where he was; I hadn’t seen or heard anything from him since I had gotten home.
He might be at a friend’s house, I thought, and fully expected to find another note attached
somewhere saying that he was gone. But, there he was, sitting at the kitchen table, reading some sort of sports magazine. He was really into football and things like that, which totally disinterested me, I’m afraid. Yes, I’m a football widow, you might say. But, that’s the way things are. The guys watch sports, I go upstairs and finger myself.
“What say we just order some pizza and watch a couple of dumb movies on TV?” I asked.
“Hey, that sound cool, Mom,” Teddy said. Theodore, my son, was named after his father.
I called him Teddy, and called his father Ted. It made sense to me, anyway. I noticed he was staring at my long, slender legs, right where the hem of the short robe ended. I nearly laughed, wondering what he would say or do if I just parted my robe and let him see my hairy twat. He hadn’t seen me wear this very much. Usually, it was just something I would throw on while I was in the bathroom and going to my bedroom.
He picked up the phone and handed it to me after dialing the number. It was strange, I
thought; he could remember the phone number of the local pizza parlor, but couldn’t remember to do his homework.
I ordered a couple of pizzas and some soft drinks, and handed Teddy the money for the pizza
man. I didn’t feel quite comfortable opening the door to a strange man while wearing a short bath robe. I headed upstairs to change, but Teddy tugged at my robe.
“Don’t go away, Mom, turn on the TV and find a good movie.”
I frowned at him and went into the living room, and turned on the TV, flipping the channels
around.
“Nah, Mom, you know what? We’re gonna need to get a pay per view type of movie, all
these things, well, we’ve seen ‘em all, I think.”
I handed him the remote and walked toward the stairs, and the door bell rang.
“Well, shit,” I said aloud. Teddy came into the foyer and opened the door, with me standing
there with my arms folded across my chest. He paid for the pizzas and the large two liter bottles of soda, and the guy left, after leering at my legs. Hmph, I thought. Fuck him.
I went to the kitchen and grabbed a couple of paper plates for us, and joined Teddy in the
living room.
Instead of a pay per view movie, he opted for a rather racy movie on one of the premium
channels.
I still hadn’t had the chance to go change into a real robe, and I thought, the hell with it, I
didn’t need to change, anyway.
Teddy sat beside me on the sofa and we helped ourselves to too much pizza and too much
soda. By the time the movie had gotten interesting, I was stuffed with food and soda. I pushed the last of mine away from me, and curled up against the arm of the couch, with a pillow between me and the arm.
The movie was a racy, tits-and-ass college kid type of movie, and Teddy was really getting
into it, saying things like, “She’s hot.” Or he would say, “That’s a big pair.”
Then, he turned to me and said, “But none of them are as hot as you, Mom.”
I couldn't believe I was hearing that. Finally, though, I laughed. “You wouldn't know how to
handle a woman like me,” I said.
The look on his face became serious. “I don’t know about that,” he said. Without saying
a word, he moved his hand to my robe. I was laying on the sofa, leaning against the arm, my ass facing him. He pulled up the robe a little, exposing my upper thigh. I knew he could probably see my pussy hairs from behind. Moving the robe higher, he exposed my ass.
“What a beautiful ass, Mom,” he said, his voice choked.
I decided to see how far he would go with his experimentation. I just lay there, smiling.
He pulled at my knees, parting my legs, moving my body around a bit. He pulled my legs all
the way apart, and stared at my now somewhat wet pussy.
“You have a big, hairy pussy,” he whispered.
“Thanks,” I said, giggling.
“I like 'em hairy,” he said, moving his face closer to my thighs. I could feel his breath on me,
and the feeling was really beginning to turn me on.
“Like, you've had all that much experience.”
His face reddened as he looked at me. “I’ve seen pictures,” he said.
He reached forward and touched my pussy, and then, hearing no resistance from me, pulled
my pussy lips wider apart, and to my complete surprise, he moved his face to my snatch. He stuck his tongue all the way into my pussy. No one, not even my dear husband, had ever done that before.
He moved his tongue in and out of me, fucking me with it like a dick. He moved so fast, and
his tongue was so hard as he moved it, that I came. The sound was thrilling --- it was a loud, sloppy, sloshing noise made by his tongue amidst my pussy juices. It really turned me on.
I reached behind him and stroked the hair atop his head. I pulled his face away from my pussy and looked at my son. Such a nice guy, I thought. He really did care about me, it seemed, in more ways than one.
I pushed him away and stood. I dropped my robe on the floor, right where I stood, and I
reached down and pulled him up to me.
I pulled him along into the bedroom, where I slowly undressed him. His big, thick cock
sprang up and pointed at me as I pulled his shorts down, and bent and took it in my mouth, tasting and loving his salty precum. He had a fat dick, very long, and really fat. His balls were large and hairy, fleshy orbs that hung in wrinkled skin. I licked at his heavy balls for a few minutesand listened to his moans and groans, and then I lay on the bed and spread my legs.
He lay on top of me, pushing his fat dick into my wet pussy. His lips covered my tits as he
licked first one and then the other. Then, I felt his cock thrust into me, and I nearly came as he buried his fat cock up to his balls in my cunt.
He began thrusting immediately, and I came again and again, shouting in his ear, groaning
and making all kinds of nasty noises.
He suddenly sped up, and he came all at once. I could feel his fat dick shooting hot loads of
sperm into me, again and again, and I came again with the feeling of his fat, jerking cock sending his hot cum into me.
He pulled out of me and lay beside me, panting, nearly breathless. I reached over and ran my
fingers through his hair.
I didn’t feel any guilt or shame in what I had done with my son. Hell, it beat the same old
tired cable movies any time!
— Name and address withheld
nothing more than a long hot shower and perhaps a quick fuck from my husband.
I was kind of disappointed, though, when I found a note laying on the bedside table where we
left each other little personal notes. Bob wouldn’t be home tonight, as he had planned. He had to fly to Iowa, of all places, to attend a sales meeting. Well, that’s what you get for being such a top notch dude in your company, I thought. He was making so much money, I could even quit my stressful job and relax if I wanted to.
Well, I took a hot shower and changed into a comfortable old short house robe, with nothing
underneath. That’s the way I liked to relax at night. I needed to get downstairs and check on my son; I decided I would come back up and put on a real robe in a few minutes.
I walked downstairs and into the kitchen, expecting to fix something to eat for me and my
son. I didn’t know where he was; I hadn’t seen or heard anything from him since I had gotten home.
He might be at a friend’s house, I thought, and fully expected to find another note attached
somewhere saying that he was gone. But, there he was, sitting at the kitchen table, reading some sort of sports magazine. He was really into football and things like that, which totally disinterested me, I’m afraid. Yes, I’m a football widow, you might say. But, that’s the way things are. The guys watch sports, I go upstairs and finger myself.
“What say we just order some pizza and watch a couple of dumb movies on TV?” I asked.
“Hey, that sound cool, Mom,” Teddy said. Theodore, my son, was named after his father.
I called him Teddy, and called his father Ted. It made sense to me, anyway. I noticed he was staring at my long, slender legs, right where the hem of the short robe ended. I nearly laughed, wondering what he would say or do if I just parted my robe and let him see my hairy twat. He hadn’t seen me wear this very much. Usually, it was just something I would throw on while I was in the bathroom and going to my bedroom.
He picked up the phone and handed it to me after dialing the number. It was strange, I
thought; he could remember the phone number of the local pizza parlor, but couldn’t remember to do his homework.
I ordered a couple of pizzas and some soft drinks, and handed Teddy the money for the pizza
man. I didn’t feel quite comfortable opening the door to a strange man while wearing a short bath robe. I headed upstairs to change, but Teddy tugged at my robe.
“Don’t go away, Mom, turn on the TV and find a good movie.”
I frowned at him and went into the living room, and turned on the TV, flipping the channels
around.
“Nah, Mom, you know what? We’re gonna need to get a pay per view type of movie, all
these things, well, we’ve seen ‘em all, I think.”
I handed him the remote and walked toward the stairs, and the door bell rang.
“Well, shit,” I said aloud. Teddy came into the foyer and opened the door, with me standing
there with my arms folded across my chest. He paid for the pizzas and the large two liter bottles of soda, and the guy left, after leering at my legs. Hmph, I thought. Fuck him.
I went to the kitchen and grabbed a couple of paper plates for us, and joined Teddy in the
living room.
Instead of a pay per view movie, he opted for a rather racy movie on one of the premium
channels.
I still hadn’t had the chance to go change into a real robe, and I thought, the hell with it, I
didn’t need to change, anyway.
Teddy sat beside me on the sofa and we helped ourselves to too much pizza and too much
soda. By the time the movie had gotten interesting, I was stuffed with food and soda. I pushed the last of mine away from me, and curled up against the arm of the couch, with a pillow between me and the arm.
The movie was a racy, tits-and-ass college kid type of movie, and Teddy was really getting
into it, saying things like, “She’s hot.” Or he would say, “That’s a big pair.”
Then, he turned to me and said, “But none of them are as hot as you, Mom.”
I couldn't believe I was hearing that. Finally, though, I laughed. “You wouldn't know how to
handle a woman like me,” I said.
The look on his face became serious. “I don’t know about that,” he said. Without saying
a word, he moved his hand to my robe. I was laying on the sofa, leaning against the arm, my ass facing him. He pulled up the robe a little, exposing my upper thigh. I knew he could probably see my pussy hairs from behind. Moving the robe higher, he exposed my ass.
“What a beautiful ass, Mom,” he said, his voice choked.
I decided to see how far he would go with his experimentation. I just lay there, smiling.
He pulled at my knees, parting my legs, moving my body around a bit. He pulled my legs all
the way apart, and stared at my now somewhat wet pussy.
“You have a big, hairy pussy,” he whispered.
“Thanks,” I said, giggling.
“I like 'em hairy,” he said, moving his face closer to my thighs. I could feel his breath on me,
and the feeling was really beginning to turn me on.
“Like, you've had all that much experience.”
His face reddened as he looked at me. “I’ve seen pictures,” he said.
He reached forward and touched my pussy, and then, hearing no resistance from me, pulled
my pussy lips wider apart, and to my complete surprise, he moved his face to my snatch. He stuck his tongue all the way into my pussy. No one, not even my dear husband, had ever done that before.
He moved his tongue in and out of me, fucking me with it like a dick. He moved so fast, and
his tongue was so hard as he moved it, that I came. The sound was thrilling --- it was a loud, sloppy, sloshing noise made by his tongue amidst my pussy juices. It really turned me on.
I reached behind him and stroked the hair atop his head. I pulled his face away from my pussy and looked at my son. Such a nice guy, I thought. He really did care about me, it seemed, in more ways than one.
I pushed him away and stood. I dropped my robe on the floor, right where I stood, and I
reached down and pulled him up to me.
I pulled him along into the bedroom, where I slowly undressed him. His big, thick cock
sprang up and pointed at me as I pulled his shorts down, and bent and took it in my mouth, tasting and loving his salty precum. He had a fat dick, very long, and really fat. His balls were large and hairy, fleshy orbs that hung in wrinkled skin. I licked at his heavy balls for a few minutesand listened to his moans and groans, and then I lay on the bed and spread my legs.
He lay on top of me, pushing his fat dick into my wet pussy. His lips covered my tits as he
licked first one and then the other. Then, I felt his cock thrust into me, and I nearly came as he buried his fat cock up to his balls in my cunt.
He began thrusting immediately, and I came again and again, shouting in his ear, groaning
and making all kinds of nasty noises.
He suddenly sped up, and he came all at once. I could feel his fat dick shooting hot loads of
sperm into me, again and again, and I came again with the feeling of his fat, jerking cock sending his hot cum into me.
He pulled out of me and lay beside me, panting, nearly breathless. I reached over and ran my
fingers through his hair.
I didn’t feel any guilt or shame in what I had done with my son. Hell, it beat the same old
tired cable movies any time!
— Name and address withheld
