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Sylvia paced the modern, tiled floor of her kitchen unable to decide if she was more anxious or excited. Her son, Alex, was coming home for a visit, finally. She hadn’t seen him in over a year since he moved out of state to go to a fancy college after he graduated high school. He hadn’t come home for any holidays, having a girlfriend at school that he had chosen to stay with. She would be lying if she said this wasn’t a disappointment to her. Every time a holiday loomed, she let herself get excited, expecting him to come home for a few days but she never did. She felt a little betrayed by his absence, she had always thought they were close, that they had a good relationship. The longer he stayed away the more she felt detached from him, as thought he were not really the same boy she had raised, more a grown man who was now almost a stranger to her. She knew this was silly, that she was over protective and vastly over reacting but the loneliness she felt, in this big house, all alone, all the time meant she had far too much time on her hands to overthink things. This time he was actually coming. He had text to let her know he was on the way; she had known she had several hours to kill before he arrived and it had been so long since she had seen him, she worried he wouldn’t recognise her. She decided to spend this time making herself look as close to the mother he remembered as possible.
She had put on a bit of weight that had changed her figure, she felt much less comfortable in her own skin these days. There was nothing much she could do about that now, but she knew she still had a beautiful face, that hadn’t changed. She had gone to get her jet-black hair cut having let it grow and not really taken good care of it for quite a while. It now hung just above her shoulders, sleek, straight, and shiny, enhancing the pretty features of her face. She had bought new makeup to help flatter her huge, chocolate coloured eyes as well as new lipstick to enhance her killer smile and had spent time carefully applying them this morning. She had bought a new outfit too, it flattered her larger figure by enhancing her large, round breasts with a low neckline that pushed them together to create a deep cleavage. The skirt of the dress was a-line and did an excellent job of hiding her soft middle, making her waist seem smaller at the same time. Her final piece of preparation had been to get a mani/pedi. Her long nails had been cut, shaped, buffed and painted a decadent red that caught the light each time she moved her hand.
Alex was due any minute now. She let her mind wander as she waited for him. They had always been very close while he grew up. His father had left when Alex was very young so Sylvia had taken on the role of both mother and father. They had spent a great deal of time together and one of his favourite ways to relax had been to snuggle in bed with his mother and some snacks and watch a movie. She knew he was too old for that now, but she desperately missed holding him close, stroking his hair and watching him sleep. Finally, the long-awaited knock on the door came. She was flustered, surprised he had knocked and not just come in, she could feel her heart hammering in her chest as she took several deep breaths while she walked to the door. All her work to compose herself went out the window as soon as she flung the door open and saw him smiling. Throwing her arms around his neck she pressed her body against his, instantly forgetting all her worries that he wasn’t the son she remembered. He had gotten much fitter since she had seen him, and his body felt hard and strong against her soft one but his smile was still the same as ever. She rained kisses over every inch of his face as she held her body against his. Alex, fighting the uncomfortable feeling that grew with each passing second of the hug and every kiss she landed on him began to pull back and hold his mother at arm’s length. He deflected any more kisses by asking questions about how she had been, how were the rest of the family, what had she been doing while he was at college and finally suggesting they go for dinner. His mother eagerly agreed and finally ushered him into the house.
Alex felt that he needed time away from his mother despite only having arrived minutes ago so made an excuse to go lie down until it was time to go for dinner. He made his way into his old bedroom, closing the door behind him and slept for an hour or so, blaming the long day spent travelling, before making his way back to the living room. He discovered that his mother had already booked a favourite place from when he used to live here for dinner. He was glad she had picked somewhere she knew he liked, instead of some fancy place to show off. He let himself take in her appearance for a few seconds as they drove together for to the restaurant. She had put a lot of effort in to how she looked tonight and he felt a little guilty that she felt the need to get so dressed up for him. His mother’s excited voice snapped him out of his day dream. She was telling some story or other about a cousin he hadn’t seen in years. The entire time she was driving one hand rested in his lap, occasionally squeezing his knee or thigh when she was particularly excited about the story she was telling. He tried his hardest not to let this bother him, his mom had always been very physical and touchy feely but now that he was an adult he had to admit that this was starting to make him more than a little bit uncomfortable. Between stories about various family members she fired questions at him, wanting to know every little detail of his life until he felt sure that there couldn’t possibly be anything left for her to ask him about. He answered most of these with short, one word answers as he grew more uncomfortable with every second her hand rested on his thigh.
The physical touching continued throughout the entire meal. Every question was followed by her grabbing his hand, stroking up his arm with her finger tips, leaning in closer to him or linking her arm into his. Every time she touched him another wave of uncomfortable annoyance washed over him and he could hear his voice becoming more short and aggravated.
“So, tell me about your girlfriend?” She asked, clasping one of his hands in both of hers, brushing her fingertips over the back of his hand, patiently waiting for his answer.
“I dunno, she’s great.” Alex said, pulling his hand out from between his mother’s. He wished their desserts would hurry up and arrive so that she would have to use her hands to eat and stop touching him, he was unsure how much longer he would be able to contain his annoyance at her too.
“That’s not very helpful,” She teased as she jabbed him in the ribs, grabbing his hand again and scooting her chair closer to his. “What’s her name? What does she do?” She asked, starting to stroke his hand again.
“Stacy. She goes to school with me,” He said, feeling annoyance build and slowly turn into anger. He wished she would take the hint and realise how uncomfortable she was making him, he didn’t know how many times he had pulled away from her, had folded his hands into his lap and out of her reach but nothing seemed to deter her.
“How long have you been together?” More stroking. Each circle her finger made on the back of his hand sent a wave of rage through his body.
“Ugh, a year and a half,” Alex snapped pulling his hand out of her grip. He hadn’t intended to be so short with her, but he was barley managing to contain his anger now.
“Sweetie, is something wrong?” She grabbed both of his hands now and held them both close to her ample breasts, completely missing the look of utter rage on her sons face as she continued to touch him.
“Can you just stop touching my hands?” He says as he jerked them away from her, much more forcefully this time. So much so that he narrowly missed knocking his drink over with his elbow.
“Alex, really, how can that be bothering you so much? I’ve missed you, I just want to be close to you!” She looked a little hurt as she reached for him again.
“Take the hint mom! Ever since I’ve gotten home you’ve completely smothered me! The constant questions and touching are driving me insane!”
“Oh, don’t be ridiculous, this is how any mother act when she’s missed her son!” She was obviously hurt now, and he thought she might be a little angry.
“I knew I shouldn’t have come home. If you’re going to be like this the whole weekend, then I’m just going to go home as soon as I can.” Her eyes welled and tears threatened to spill. He knew that this would hurt her, but it was true. He had moved so far away for school to get away from her smothering behaviour. He was a grown adult and didn’t want to share all his secrets with his mom, didn’t want to be constantly attached to her whenever he saw her.
“I think maybe we should go,” She said. As she stood, she knocked her chair over behind her in her hurry to leave the restaurant.
“For fuck’s sake,” He muttered as he threw some money down on the table and followed her outside. He found her sobbing in the driver’s seat of the car and, after taking several deep breaths to steady his anger, climbed into the passenger seat. They drove home in utter silence, broken only by Sylvia’s occasional sobs. Neither could think of anything to say to break the tension. If Alex was honest, he didn’t even want to break the tension. He was fed up with the way his mother treated him and felt it was well past the time he had said something to her to create more appropriate adult boundaries. He regretted it had happened in public and so soon after he had arrived but had been half expecting to have to have some kind of words with her over the weekend about not babying him and being less touchy-feely with him. The longer the silent treatment went on the more Alex began to feel bad for making his mom cry. As they silently walked in to the house and sat on the sofa he began to think of ways that he could maybe make it up to her a little, he knew that he hadn’t done anything wrong by trying to set boundaries but also knew he could have been more kind. An idea began to form of a way he could show pity, he figured she was probably just excited and lonely now that he wasn’t here so would try and put up with it for the next couple of days unless it got really out of hand. Both mother and son sat quietly for almost a full hour, both deep in their own thoughts. Eventually, though, Alex couldn’t take the silence anymore and decided to try and cheer her up now that she has at least stopped crying.
“Mom, I know you were just excited. Why don’t we watch a movie together?” Alex offers, hoping that getting snacks ready and choosing a movie might put his mom back in to an excited mood and relieve some of the guilt that he was feeling.
“No, thanks. I’m going to bed,” She says, standing up and beginning to walk out of the room.
“How about I come sleep with you? Like I used to do when I was little? I’m pretty tired too.” He says on impulse and out of pity at the sadness in her voice. He beautiful brown eyes were puffy from crying and her carefully makeup had run leaving thick black lines on her cheeks. When she met his eyes a massive stab of guilt gripped him, the pain in her eyes was obvious and he felt terrible for causing it.
“Aren’t you too old to sleep with your mom?” She said, sarcasm dripping from her words, but he could see a light of excitement flickering in her eyes.
“No, I’m not too old, it’ll be fun. I’ve really missed you a lot too and it want to make up for upsetting you earlier. It’ll be just like old times, what do you say?” Sylvia’s face lit up as the beautiful smile returned to her face. She nodded excitedly and told him she would go and prepare the bedroom while he got into his pyjamas. She quickly tided the room and made the bed before slipping into a silky nightgown and robe as Alex changed into old pj bottoms with a button fly. They were made of a soft flannel material that felt great against his bare skin after he slipped off his boxers. Sylvia called for Alex that the room was ready, letting out an exasperated sigh he checked he had everything he needed and made his way through to his mom’s bedroom. Both Alex and Sylvia still felt a little awkward with each other as the climbed into the soft double bed. They tried their best to make a little awkward conversation before lying down and settling into sleep, but neither really knew quite how to speak to each other yet. Alex decided that he could tell his mom a little more about his girlfriend Stacy to try and ease the tension a little. By the time she has finished asking questions both fell a little more comfortable with each other and less on edge. Alex tells her a little about some of the classes he is taking this semester before they are both ready to sleep. Both mother and son felt a lot less awkward when they finally lay down, back to back closing their eyes and turning off the lights, both falling into a deep, soothing sleep.
Sylvia dreamed of someone chasing her, of someone threatening to hurt her son. In the dream the shadowy stranger grabbed Alex around the neck and held him still as Sylvia watched, begging him to let him go. In a panic, sweating and gasping for breath Sylvia jerked awake fumbling for something, anything solid that she could hold onto to bring her back to reality. In her panic she had completely forgotten her sleeping son next to her, snoring lightly. The sound of his breathing snaps her back to reality, reminding her that Alex is right there, he is safe next to her. Deciding to wake him for comfort she fumbles in the dark to find him and shake him awake. As her hand fumbled through the dark air it collided with something warm and hard. She gasped in shock and almost screamed in fright as she realised that she has grasped a full erection rising from a hole in her son’s pyjama bottoms. The part of her hand that touched the stiff, familiar flesh felt as if it was tingling. She stared open mouth at his erection as her eyes began to adjust to the dark.
It was enormous. She had never seen a cock like it. It was at least as thick and girthy as a can of soda, but she suspected it might be even thicker than that. She thought it would be too thick to even wrap a hand around. Acting on impulse she called out softly to Alex, asking if he was awake, hoping against hope that he would stay asleep. She waited several seconds, when he continued to snore, she reached out again and tried to wrap her hand around his strong, stiff width. Her hand hardly covered half of his girth sending a shudder up her spine at the sheer size of her son’s cock. Without thinking she began to stroke him up and down gently, massaging the uncircumcised foreskin against the glistening red head of his enormous cock each time she stroked upwards. It took only a few strokes before a thick string of sticky precum leaked from the head. *I can’t believe how big he his. This is amazing. Think how that would feel splitting you open. God this is making me so wet, I am such a terrible person.* She thinks, already deciding that she doesn’t care about the consequences as her lust and urge to push further takes over.
Lowering her head close to his crotch she slowly, tentatively licked the shaft from balls to head, stopping at the head to lap up all the salty, sticky precum as more begins to leak from his sleeping body. Each time she licks the shaft her confidence grows, and her speed begins to build. Soon she began licking his large balls. She took her time covering each one with gentle, soft licks until they glistened with her spit. Feeling unbelievably aroused now she uses one hand to play with his big, heavy balls, the other worked the shaft of his cock as she licked the head over and over. She heard him moaning in his sleep and knew she was bringing him closer and closer to exploding. She began to work faster, finally, unable to resist any longer, she made to wrap her lips around the head. He was so big that she had to fight to fit. She moved around on the bed quite a lot as she continued to lick him, hoping the wetness would help ease him inside her mouth.
Slowly the movement of the bed and the shifting weight roused Alex from sleep. For the first few seconds he simply enjoys the sensations of licking against his cock head and shaft, forgetting where he is, or perhaps assuming that he is dreaming. As soon as he felt lips enclose the head of his cock he woke fully, sitting bolt upright in the bed, now slightly more awake than he had been but still not fully aware. He moaned a few more times before he realised exactly what was happening.
“What the hell mom, get away from me! Stop!” He shouts, trying to shoo her away. Alex’s voice snaps her out of her lust powered daze, and she jumped back, tears welling immediately.
“I’m so sorry! I don’t know what got into me. I touched it by accident and it was just so big, I wanted to see if I could fit my hand round it but it was so big that I just guess I lost my senses and forgot who I was with.” She pleaded as she sobbed, big tears ran down her face as she reached for him, pulling him into an awkward shaky hug as she repeated how sorry she was.
“It’s alright, I know you didn’t mean it,” Alex said, patting her on the back as he hugged her.
“Thank you. You know, you’re still hard right?” She said, looking down between them at the towering erection still standing proud, glistening with a mix of sticky precum and saliva from where she had licked him over and over again. His hand, automatically went to cover the boner as he explained he didn’t know why he would still be hard, it’s not like it had been turning him on as soon as he realised what was happening. Sylvia just smiled at him as she pulled the hand, he was attempting to cover his member with. She replaced it with her own and began to stroke him ever so gently again. She felt him harden even more in her hand as she slowly moved his foreskin up and down, exposing the throbbing head, then covering it again.
“Mom, no, we shouldn’t do this,” He said as an involuntary moan escaped his lips. He tried half-heartedly to move her hand away from him but each stroke she made up his shaft began to feel better and better and she easily overpowered his grip on her hand as she stroked him achingly slowly.
“Oh god, please stop,” He was biting his lower lip now as she began to lower her head to his cock. Her tiny mouth opened as wide as she can manage but it was still a struggle for her to fit him in her mouth. Alex found that his body began to move involuntarily, his hips thrust and twisted to give her better access to his cock as he continued to protest. There is little truth in the protest now, his desire to cum had taken over regardless of how wrong he knew this was he knew now that he will not stop her at all. As her warm, wet lips finally close around the head of his cock an enormous, satisfied moan escaped his lips as a hand tangled into his mother’s hair. Her head begins to move ever so slowly, struggling to take him but trying her best. She soon managed to build up a rhythm but keeps it slow as she savours every inch of his cock, working as much of the rigid shaft into her mouth until he collided with the back of her throat.
Alex bucked his hips and applied pressure on the back of her head to encourage her to go faster but she maintained an achingly slow pace, coating his cock in her spit as she gagged a little trying to take more and more. He felt the orgasm coming already, she was amazing with her mouth. The slow pace dragged it out for a few extra seconds while he made a few more attempts to protest but he knew it was too late. In a little over a minute of her slow sucking her tongue began to work the head inside her mouth, licking against it and pressing down. This was too much; he couldn’t hold it anymore. Massive, hot, salty jets of cum explode from his cock and fill her mouth. She grinned and closed her eyes as she hungrily drank down every last drop. When he is utterly empty, she spent a few seconds licking and sucking as he softens eager to make sure she has gotten every single drop of his cum. She slowly cleaned him up with her mouth and some tissues from the side of her bed before she crawled back under the covers beside him.
Stunned, Alex lay still in the bed for several minutes, his now limp cock rested against his thigh. True realisation of what he just allowed his mother to do finally hits him. It wasn’t a dream; he didn’t imagine it. He had let his mother give him a blow job. It had been one of the best he had ever had but it had come from his mom. Disgusted, he got to his feet and hurried back to his own bedroom. He couldn’t shake the feeling of violation that hung around him as he fought with the threat of being sick. He had cum in her mouth! She had swallowed every single drop! How was he ever going to look at her tomorrow? He debated whether he should leave now and not have to face her. He knew if he left, she would call him relentlessly and he might have to talk to her when other people where around. The last thing he wanted was to have to explain this to any of his friends, especially not his girlfriend. Oh god, did this mean he had cheated on her? The guilt was almost unbearable. His mind raced as he tossed and turned. He eventually fell asleep after vowing to talk to his mother in the morning, to explain how wrong and disgusting what they had done truly was and to never let anything like it happen ever again, even though he could feel himself getting hard again at the thought of what she had done.
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