****** My Son's Education by Old Smoothie ******
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My Son's Education


I thought I'd be getting some rest at last. Enough time had been accrued in my
new job as a legal secretary that I had an entire week to myself. Eddie would
be in school, so I could sleep late, go to a movie, and take long hot soaking
baths. Anything I wanted.

Ever since that ratfuck of a husband left us, Eddie and I had been preoccupied
with reestablishing normalcy in our lives. We moved to a new house, Eddie
changed schools, and I got a job.

I felt lucky to get an entry level secretarial position. I'm sure the fact that
I was still pretty good looking with my college girl figure intact didn't hurt.
I hate the way the male-female game is played, but if it took playing off my
good looks to feed my son and I, then so be it.

I worried most about Eddie. He had just reached his teen years when his dad
left. With the fucking girl next door, wouldn't you know. Too much time
watching the little slut sun bathe, I guess. Eddie was devastated.

It's taken a year, but things were starting to get right. I felt Eddie was a
little withdrawn, but nothing serious. He didn't seem to have any friends, but
he was happy enough to be on his computer browsing the net. At least he never
got into trouble.

Meanwhile, I hadn't found time to start looking for a new man. I wasn't even
sure I needed or wanted one. They couldn't be trusted, obviously. Oh, I
believed I'd get over the bitterness eventually, but right now I didn't feel a
real need for the pawing I'd have to go through. Besides, this was the age of
electronics and dildos with microchips! In fact, that's how this mess started.

It was the middle of the day, Eddie was in school, and my vacation had started.
I began with a long, hot soak in a bubble bath. As the water ran I stood in
front of the full length mirror. A good, honest appraisal of myself was in
order.

I was tall -- everyone in my family was. Men liked my long, shapely legs. They
were strong, but not too muscled. I jogged several miles a day, both to keep in
shape and to get rid of stress. I didn't display my legs by wearing my skirts
short. I could have pulled it off, even in my late thirties; but I didn't think
it was proper wear in the office and, like I said, I wasn't going out socially.

I kept the hair around my pussy lips trimmed. I don't know why. Too much time
on my hands, maybe. Anyway, I liked the hair short enough that my lips just
peeked out. I liked running a fingernail along the crease. I liked the tingly
sensation that created.

My hips and butt were, just perhaps, a little larger than my college days. They
were firm; they just took up a little more room than a few years ago. But the
waist was still small, so I think the whole package made me look womanly. My
stomach was flat. None of the ugly washboard abs I saw on late night
infomercials. Just a normal woman's stomach.

Then there were my breasts. I was blessed by nature and genes. They were large
enough to sag, yet didn't. I did nothing special for this; just pure luck. My
mom had even bigger ones and, to this day, draws and keeps my dad's full
attention. I enjoyed squeezing my tits myself, tweaking my nipples until they
were tight and hard, sticking out provocatively. Every squeeze on one of the
nubs brought a moistening in my cunt. Especially my left nipple. I never have
been able to figure that one out. Pulling at the right nipple felt great, but
if a man went at the left one I would juice up in an instant.

My face was still cute. Not beautiful, mind you. Just cute. I'll settle for
that. I preferred my glint of mischievousness to a steely stare of sensuality
any day. And finally, my hair had no gray, just nice, full and brunette.

I rated myself still desirable. In fact, I desired myself right at that moment!

I turned off the water, went to my bedroom dresser to retrieve my dildo and
climbed into the tub. It felt good, with the bubbles up to my neck. The warmth
soaked into my body, relaxing my muscles and made my face break out in a sweat.
I thought about nothing, just letting my mind clear. My hands floated on the
water. Casually I strummed my nipples with my fingernails. I kept them long for
just this purpose. As the areolas disappeared, bunching into hard nubs, I
scratched gently at the tips, drawing them ever longer. I could feel my cunt
lips puffing out, allowing my hardening clit room to grow.

I slid my right hand down to my pussy, just lightly running a finger around the
clit. Every time I squeezed my left nipple the clit would pulse. The pad of my
finger pushed back at the hard pink clit; the sensation was felt deep in my
womb. I closed my eyes and tried to focus only on the feelings flooding my
body. I could tell I was already close to an orgasm, but I didn't want to
finish.

I stopped what I was doing to reach over for the dildo. It was one of those low
tech, non-vibrating, large dick versions, colored to look normal. It even had
veins in it, and a ball sac dangling down. It looked very real. The last time I
took my favorite dildo into the tub with me, the thing damn near electrocuted
me. So for my underwater adventures I went back to basics.

I grabbed hold of the balls with one hand and the shaft of the cock with the
other. Then I held it under the bath water while it warmed up for me. I ran the
head of the dick up and down my pussy slit, feeling my cunt lips pulling at it.
I was even hornier than usual.

With my eyes still closed, I eased the bulbous head of the fake cock past the
lips, my inner pussy as wet as the water surrounding it. The head plopped past
my entrance and I gasped involuntarily. Pulling it back out, then pushing back
in, I slowly managed to ease the full 9" length into my hungry pussy an inch at
a time. I felt full. My juices had lubricated the length of my pulsating cunt,
and my lips were tugging at the shaft.

Now I began a steady rhythm, banging mercilessly at my pussy, the fake balls
slapping against my asshole. I held onto the balls, continuing the attack,
while the nails of my left hand dug and scratched against my straining nipples.
Water was sloshing onto the tile floor. I was close to cumming when I heard a
sound at the bathroom door.

I opened my eyes to see my teenage son staring wide-eyed at me. The bubbles had
subsided. My breasts were hard from passion, nipples distended. He couldn't see
the large cock shoved into my pussy, but he could see my fingers pulling at a
nipple. I was too close to finishing; I couldn't stop my actions. My other hand
kept the pounding of my pussy going while I cupped my breast, crushing it in my
lust. I lifted my butt from the tub's bottom. My thighs clenched, forcing the
walls of my vagina against the hard shaft of the cock.

I stared deep into Eddie's eyes while I felt the orgasmic waves crashing over
me. A cry tore from my throat, deep, a mixture of shame and pure lust. Eddie
wasn't so young that he didn't know what was happening -- we had cable TV.

He wanted to leave, he wanted to get away from the door and the sight of his
mother's passion, but he was as trapped in the moment as I. My vagina continued
its pulsing, grabbing hungrily at the cock that was shoved far up my pussy. I
could feel my cunt lips vibrating in time to the orgasmic waves. I squeezed my
tit in the same rhythm, everything coming together at once. It was one of the
most magnificent climaxes of my life. And my son was watching me.

At last I started coming down from my high. Eddie, realizing it was over,
finally managed to tear himself away and run to his room. I slowly eased the
cock out of my pussy, the ensuing emptiness palpable. I was at once ashamed of
what he witnessed, yet exhilarated with the strength of the climax.

I got out of the tub, wrapped a thin robe about me and headed for his room.

"Eddie," I said. He was on his bed looking at the ceiling. "Are you OK, honey?
What are you doing home?"

"I wasn't feeling well so they sent me home." His voice was hesitant. "I'm
sorry for scaring you, mom."

"Oh you didn't, honey. I was just worried about you." I hesitated. Maybe I
should just let it drop for now.

"Are you OK, mom? You looked kind of funny a minute ago." I couldn't let it
drop. I'd have to explain to him. I sat next to him on the bed. He sat up, our
hips touching lightly.

"I was just... relaxing." He smiled a little.

"You didn't look very relaxed to me, mom."

"Well," I blushed. "I, well..."

"I know. I know now, mom. I've seen it on TV. You were playing with yourself,
weren't you. I do that, too, you know."

"Eddie," I said, shocked. I hadn't really thought of him in that way. I guess
he was old enough to masturbate.

"But wow, mom, no one on TV ever looked as good as you did." He put his arm
around me, smiling. "You are one hot momma!"

"Eddie," I said, laughing. Everything was better now. The tension had drained
from the air around us. My laughter made my robe gape open. I didn't notice it,
but Eddie certainly did.

I looked at his face and noticed where his eyes were staring. Right at my
chest. My nipples had softened and spread, but as soon as I realized where he
was looking they began to tighten. I don't know why. It was wrong.

"Mom, I had no idea you had such huge breasts." I shouldn't have taken this any
further. I should have immediately gotten up, closed my robe, and left the
room. What can I blame? That I had been manless for so long? That the only
thing touching me at night was a rubber dildo? I can't explain. I'm not even
sure I care. All I know is I felt wanted again. My own son, flesh of my flesh
as they say, saw me as being desirable.

"Call them tits, Eddie," I said softly. I reached down and untied my robe's
belt. Shamelessly I pulled open the robe, exposing my body to him. I was still
wet from the bath and the passion. Eddie's eyes widened. He reached out
tentatively to touch one of my breasts.

"Mom, their so soft," he said as he gently squeezed a boob.

"You drank from them when you were a baby. I remember the way your lips felt,
sucking out my milk." He bent to my tits and fastened his lips on a nipple. His
sucking made my cunt tremble as his tongue ran roughly across the hard nub. I
could see he had a large bulge in his jeans. I reached out and touched it.

"Oh baby, you're so hard." I unzipped his pants. His mouth never left my tit.
His two hands were holding and molding the breast, milking me like there really
was something inside. It felt wonderful. Cunt juice was running onto my thighs,
sticky and hot.

His cock sprang free, large, red and drooling pre-cum. I couldn't believe he
was so large. It was longer than my ex-husband's dick. When I grabbed it with
both hands, it was also bigger around then the ex. I was impressed. And aroused
beyond belief. I was torn between the wrongness of what we were doing and the
pure lust I felt. I didn't care whose cock this belonged to, I wanted it. I
wanted to taste it, to feel it, to have it jammed into every hole I had.

I bent down, pushing Eddie back onto the bed. His cock pointed straight up. He
was uncircumcised, so I pulled his foreskin back. He exuded a musky smell, one
that I hadn't smelled in a long time. I was close to his bulbous head. I very
lightly ran a fingernail along the length of his shaft, scratching gently at
the ridge just behind the head. Eddie moaned softly, so I knew it felt good. My
tongue snaked out and licked at his pisshole, lapping up the drool that had
leaked from him. It tasted wonderful, better than I remembered. It had been so
long for me.

"Mom," he said, "this feels great but it's so wrong. Shouldn't we stop." He had
given me the opportunity to do the right thing, to stop this terrible thing. I
would have to live with my actions of the next few seconds for the rest of my
life. My heart was pounding so hard I was certain he could hear it. I felt the
heat from his dick in my hand, and smelled his natural musk. I could feel the
blood coursing through the veins of his formidable cock. I did what I had to
do.

I opened my mouth wide and in one quick motion shoved his dick deep into my
throat. I could feel my neck bulge with the size of him. My nose was buried in
his pubic hair, which tickled. He moaned so loudly that at first I thought I
hurt him, then realized it was pure passion.

I didn't move, just left his dick in my throat while I whipped my tongue
against the shaft. He tasted delicious. His pre-cum flowed from his piss slit
freely. When I finally had to breathe, I backed off his dick slowly, rejoicing
in the smooth feel of his skin and the liquid oozing from him. I pulled him
completely out of me so I could look at what was giving me so much pleasure.

His cock was now a deep purple color, veins bulging. The shaft shone with my
spit. I grasped with one hand -- which couldn't reach completely around it -
- and pumped him slowly. His hips joined in my rhythm. Sweat broke out on his
body.

"God, mom, that feels so fucking good."

"That's it, honey, talk dirty to mommy. Talk grownup to mommy. Tell mommy how
your cock feels."

"It feels like it's going to explode, mom. I feel like the head is going to
explode." His dick seemed to grow even longer while he was saying this. He
never took his eyes of my tits. They were swaying to the rhythm of my hand. I
reached down with my free hand and grabbed a tit. I pulled it up to my lips so
I could lick a hard nipple.

"You like that, baby? You like mommy sucking her own tits?"

"Oh god yes, mom, suck me." I dropped my lips back to the head of his dick. I
sucked in just the head of his cock while I pumped faster on his shaft. He held
his hips up off the bed now, moaning loudly. I cupped his balls with my hand,
squeezing gently. My tongue ran around his smooth cockhead, teasing at his piss
slit, then around to the sensitive area underneath the head.

I felt the balls bunch up, telling me he was about to come. I lowered my head,
shoving his cock deep into my throat again. I banged my head up and down on his
dick, fucking him with my face. He filled up my mouth completely with his
massive meat. When the first spurt of come blasted into my throat I was amazed
at the velocity splashing against the back of my throat. I engulfed him again,
drinking his come like it was a fine wine. Each spasm was felt in my mouth, his
dick vibrating inside me. His come was going into my stomach, filling me, and I
loved every drop of it.

After what seemed forever, Eddie settled his hips back onto the bed and his
breathing returned to normal. I left his cock in my mouth until it softened and
fell out on its own. It tasted so good I didn't want to let go. I moved up next
to him, taking him in my arms.

"That was wonderful, honey," I said. I looked deep into his eyes.

"You're not mad at me then?" he asked.

"Of course not, darling. I needed that. I've been needing that for a long time.
You're the only man in my life."

"Then, can we do it again?" I looked at him and smiled.

"You know how you sucked at my tits like when you were a baby?" I asked.

"Um hum."

"Think you can put that cock of yours back where it came from?"

And that's how the love affair with my son began.

Please let me know what you thought of my story. E-mail me at
mwilliams@wilmer.com.