Original name∶Ill Take Care Of You Mom
Original author: soft n wet
On the drive home from baseball practice, I could distinctly hear my fourteen-year-old son, sobbing with his head buried in his glove. Intuition let me know that something must be going on, however, another voice inside told me – neither the place nor the time was the right moment to show my son that I cared. The silence was quite embarrassing to me at this point because Josh is my life, my soul. And the day he was born happened to be the anniversary of my late husband Joshua’s death.
On that day, the late husband, who did not want to miss the birth of his son, rushed to the hospital at breakneck speed. However, a daredevil pulled out in front of the late husband, immediately adding two more innocent dead souls to the gray road. And it wasn’t long after Josh came into the world that I learned the sad news of my husband’s death. From then on, Josh became everything to me; he was the only human thing in the world I cared about. I guess I thought that my husband’s spirit would be with me forever through the body of my son.
It was getting dark, as the car drove up the road not far from the garage. And before I was ready to park the car, Josh suddenly jumped out of the car and made a mad dash in the direction of the house. What made him act like that? It’s the only reason I can think of – my son’s heart was broken, and the look of sadness at knowing everything that showed up on my face was rather overwhelming to him at the moment.
Upon entering the house, I found Josh sitting on the couch in the living room, crying loudly. His fists had the consistency of rain, with punch after punch going towards the cushions on the couch.
I walked slowly towards him while trying to clear my mind of the chaotic thoughts, “Josh,” I came to his side and stroked his hair, “do you want to talk to mom about what happened on the field today?” As I spoke, I sat down beside him.
He didn’t give me an answer, he just put his head on top of my knee and proceeded to cry louder and louder. I told myself that maybe after he was done crying, he would be willing to talk. So I just sat still and ruffled his hair until he relaxed.
“I’ve been expelled from the team.” Those were the first words out of his mouth.
If you know Josh, you might categorize him as having a learning disability. Indeed, he is much slower to learn new things than the rest of his classmates at school. In addition, he was a bit clumsy and stupid, and he stuttered a bit. This made him an object of ridicule among his classmates. He tried to do something to change the situation, but no matter how much help and encouragement I gave him, the repeated teasing and taunting by kids his own age would always make all his efforts come to naught.
I lifted his head and held him a little tighter, “Now, now…” I murmured, “Everything’s going to be okay, Josh. Mom’s here, and no matter what happens, Mom’s love for you will never change. As for you being kicked off the team… well… it’s a bit tricky!”
We sat on the couch for a long time, and I say a long time because I don’t know how much time passed. And at the end of it, Josh finally slowly quieted down and proceeded to fall into a deep sleep in my arms. Since sleep was what he needed most at this point in his life, I wasn’t going to wake him up. I just carefully moved him around so that he could sleep comfortably on my lap. After a while, I gently move away from him and turn to get the blanket. As much as I didn’t like him sleeping on the couch, tonight, why should that matter.
I pulled down the zipper on his jockstrap, unbuttoned it, and eased the jockstrap off of him. Some people must change into pajama pants to have a good night’s sleep, and my Josh, just like his father, possessed the aforementioned habit, and that’s why I changed his pants for him.
However, just as I pulled down his pants, Josh’s freed cock popped out, the slightly upward facing glans declaring that it was in a semi-erect state. I couldn’t help but gaze at my son’s restless cock, even though he was sleeping peacefully at the moment.
As my eyes rested on the young, untouched cock in front of me, memories of my late husband came back to me one by one. My renewed arousal made me want to caress it, play with it, or just hold it. God! After all this time, I never thought I’d miss the feel of a man’s dick. Oh, my God! This was my fourteen year old son’s cock!
Just as I was indulging my imagination, my son’s cock, which was starting to get excited, pulled me back into the real world.
“Mom.” He called half asleep.
“Honey, I’m here. Mom’s right here.” I quickly put the blanket over him so that he wouldn’t feel embarrassed. I sat down again allowing him to rest his head on top of his knees, and with that I couldn’t move but watch him go from a light sleep to a deep sleep. I casually grabbed one of the small pillows from the couch while contemplating what to do to pass the rest of the day.
The time had come to two o’clock in the middle of the night and I had to make myself lie down as my neck became stiff. I massaged my neck and also turned my head from time to time, in addition to watching Josh’s movements. On several occasions, as usual, he kicked the blanket off his body, and his cock became fully erect and caused a bulge in his pajama pants. This physical change made me look like a statue, and I turned around and dimmed the light on the lamp next to the couch, not asking why I did it, because I didn’t know.
The light was weak at this point, but it was enough to give me a clear view of my son’s huge prick. For Josh’s age, his dick was considered large. His cock was between six and seven inches in length. Jesus! I suddenly had the thought that if the girls at school knew about my son’s “strengths”, I could guarantee that he would be the talk of the school, at least as far as the girls were concerned.
My sanity was going crazy as the incestuous thoughts increased, and I tried hard to restrain myself from making a move to bend over and play with my cock. My heart was beating faster and faster, sweat was dripping from my brow, I could feel the spasming sensation from between my legs, and after a shuddering moment, lewdness finally began to secrete itself.
I clenched my legs to try and calm my “sister” down, but Josh’s head, lying in my lap, just made it worse.
It’s been a long time since I’ve tasted this kind of excitement! Yes, I have to admit that I can masturbate, but the sensation now is different from what masturbation brings. Very different, the sensation reminds me of my late husband when he was alive, and the pleasure is almost the same as what my late husband gave me in the old days.
I closed my eyes and desperately tried to think of something else unrelated, forcing myself to stop focusing on the people around me. I understood that the evil thoughts running through my head were absolutely wrong, and I knew that what I wanted to do at this point could cause my son a lifetime of hurt. I knew that I could make my well-behaved son extremely rebellious and cause him to harbor a lifelong hatred for me. I couldn’t do that! If I lost Josh’s love, then what was the point of me living!
Then, knowing that the obscene thoughts still swirled around in my mind, I slowly opened my eyes. I turned my head in the right direction and fixed my gaze on the long object that had taken almost all of my attention, and I couldn’t help but let out a heavy gasp when I realized that my son was dreaming. As I said (oh, God!) , desire finally overcame reason as my son’s rod produced a strong wobble.
Bloody hell! That was my thought at the moment, as long as I didn’t stroke my cock too much then he might not wake up. The thought of it and the hunger caused me to slowly advance my head in the direction of the rod. I could feel the heat of his cock when I had gotten close enough to stroke it. Carefully and slowly, I circled his rod with my fingers, and now, I couldn’t keep my fingers off of it.
In a very slow motion, I began to work my cock up and down in my hand. Oh, my God! This feels so great. It had been a long, long time since I had touched a man’s body after the tragic death of my husband. Since Josh’s cock was still a little dry, I moved my hand near my mouth, and oh, the smell! It was amazing how carnal his prick smelled. In that split second, the flavor coming from my fingers intoxicated me beyond belief. My tongue came out of my mouth and I realized – I was licking my fingers.
I added some spit to the palm of my hand and smeared it on Josh’s cock, then, began to rub my son’s hard cock. Suddenly, a soft moan emanated from deep in his throat. The sound made me think he was waking up and made me pull my hand back. After a few seconds of this and no other movement, I was sure he was still asleep.
Josh’s hips lifted slightly as I resumed my earlier unfinished actions, and the tip of his glans began to secrete some cum, by this time Josh’s breathing was as deep as mine. My pussy was burning with rising arousal, but Josh’s head on my knees made it impossible for me to fill my pussy’s hunger, and my hips naturally bobbed up and down with the movement of Josh’s rod.
As I slid my fingers back and forth along my cock, I slowly increased the force of my strokes, also getting my fingers coated with a little of my son’s cum. I put my hand in my mouth again and happily licked the cum from my fingers, memorizing the taste that I had missed for so long.
“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM…” I began to moan.
Josh couldn’t help but make dreamy noises as the force and speed of my strokes increased and became faster. I no longer cared if my actions woke him from his slumber, all I wanted now was to see my son cum. More than just wanting, I needed to see that white cum cover my entire hand. My expression and mouth kept revealing the message of my desire, however, I knew that was not feasible because I could not and would not let things devolve to that point.
Josh arched up on the couch, his head burrowing further and further in between my thighs, while at the same time, I leaned a little closer to him and clamped my legs a little tighter. My orgasm was coming, and I never thought I would get so much pleasure out of this situation.
“Oh… I… I… Oh… I…” I screamed anyway, although I kept my mouth shut as much as possible: “Oh… Oh my God… Ahhhhhh! Ohh… ohh… ohh… ohh… ohh… ohh… I can’t!”
Wave after wave of orgasm kept hitting my honey hole, I could feel a strong throbbing in all four pussy lips and the constant flow of lust was making a wet mess in my panties. While I was enjoying my orgasm, Josh made some strange noises, sounds that seemed to speak of his hunger or something.
Lifting my head I watched the way Josh shot his cum into the sky, I hadn’t realized that a man could shoot his cum that high. I moved my body over in the direction of his cock, hoping that his second wave of cum would shoot anywhere on my body, and I increased the pressure applied to his rod until a second wave of orgasm erupted from his cock. This cumshot was stronger and more powerful than the first, oh my God! I couldn’t help but begin to wonder if this was his real ejaculation.
Looking at this appearance, I couldn’t help but open my mouth wide as the hot cum hit the tip of my nose impartially and then slowly slid down the bridge of my nose. In order to prevent the cum from falling to the ground, I stuck out my tongue to make a halfway stop. I let my cum-covered tongue lick around my upper lip for a week before swallowing the long-awaited honey.
Josh slowly lay back down on the couch again while I cleaned up the small amount of cum that hadn’t made it down my throat. His semi-soft cock returned to his thighs, reverting to the same look it had when I first pulled down his pants. After covering him with the blanket, I went into the bathroom to take a shower, and at that moment the guilt hit me like a slap in the face, tears pouring down like a downpour just as I sat down in the tub, and my stomach beginning to churn making me feel the urge to vomit. I had acted in a way I shouldn’t have with my son, and the only consolation was that at least he didn’t wake up once during the whole process.
By the next morning, everything was back to normal, or at least, Josh acted as if nothing had happened. I made a mental vow to stay away from all things sexual from now on, and not to do anything intimate or out of the ordinary with my son. I never told Josh about what I had done, and after all the evidence was destroyed, I was more than confident that he would never know about that night’s incident.
That night seems to have been buried in the abyss of my memory, but it wasn’t. Every time I looked at Josh getting ready for bed or getting into the shower, thoughts of incest stirred in my mind, and it took a lot of effort for me to stop myself from wanting to touch him. If you want to call me “sex-starved,” I’ll admit it! After years and years of being alone in my room, my sexual feelings and needs seemed to come alive the night I spent with Josh. At the moment I could feel the fire of lust burning within me. My pussy had come to its moment of awakening and I could hear it calling for a man, for a hard cock.
Things were getting worse and worse, and the daily masturbation could no longer quench the burning sexual desire in her vagina.
I, for one, want to be fucked so bad!
In an attempt to get out of a few days of hell, I tried to go out on a date with a friend I met at work, but things took an unexpected turn when he arrived on my doorstep and Josh saw his unexpected guest. I hadn’t been out with anyone since my late husband died, so today was the first time in years that I’d been out, but I couldn’t bring myself to admit it to Josh. Because of my cowardice, Josh considered the man in front of him as an enemy, and now his body was trembling with excitement!
I tried to explain it to him, however, he remained angry as hell despite my words. Canceling the date was the only thing I could do to reduce his anger. Peter understood my difficulties and said he would find another opportunity to ask me out. At this point, I was the only one left on the door step, a man with panties wet with lust and a man who thought he had a chance to satisfy his sexual desires.
An angry Josh darted back upstairs to his bedroom like a tornado and I followed in his footsteps to try and talk to him. I knocked on the door and turned the knob, and was greeted by the sight of him lying on the bed with his face buried in the quilt.
“Josh,” I sat down next to him as I spoke, “Are you okay? Honey.”
“Fuck off!” He snarled at me, “You don’t want me!”
“Nothing like that Josh, you know mom loves you very much, now and in the future.” I tried to defend myself with the text.
“Then why did you go out with that guy?” His volume was still very loud.
“My dear, you don’t understand. Sometimes… well… I mean… it’s inevitable.” I didn’t know how to explain this to him, so I tried to end the conversation between us. I thought that shutting up might be the best way to end the awkwardness.
“It’s okay, Josh, he’s gone. Mom kicked him out!”
“Really?” As he spoke, he sat up straight and turned his face to me, and with his confidence restored, he asked, “But… why did you drive him away?”
“Honey, because Mom knows he frustrates someone special, and that special someone is the only man in my life.”
“Wow, Mom.” Josh said as he put his arms around my neck. “I love you so much, mom. I promise that I will make you happy. You don’t need anyone else but me anymore. Even though he’s gone, I’ll do everything I can to take care of you.”
After a brief cuddle, I went to the kitchen to prepare a snack while Josh went to the bathroom to take a shower. As usual, he walked downstairs wearing only a bathrobe over his body. After my snack, I got up and went to take a shower, then I went back to the living room, ready to spend the weekend sitting on the couch watching TV with Josh.
“Josh, before the movie starts, let’s do a little ticking off, shall we?”
“Yeah, Mom. Whatever you say.” He replied.
“So? Then if one day I’m so drunk that I don’t wake up, you’ll have to come and give mom a hand! Let’s do it now, okay?” I said jokingly.
“Good.” He began to say the content of the agreement: “I can be the same as father. Hold you gently when you feel sad. I can give you a kiss and all the other things a father would do. I will be with you through all the happy and sad times. And if at night you feel cold, I will go into your bedroom and hold you to sleep, I know you always liked to cuddle with your dad.”
Tears stained my cheeks as his words brought back memories of the good old days and the perfect lover of my life, Josh’s father. His words even caused me to have a physical reaction, I didn’t just go weak in the knees, I even almost fainted when my son said the most private thing he knew was in my heart.
“Josh, how did you know about that?” I asked.
“Come on, Mom.” He said, “You and Dad loved each other deeply, and even a three year old knows what people who love each other do. You touch and kiss each other all the time, and sometimes I hear your voice coming out of the room. I didn’t know what you were doing, but I knew you were happy.
And every time I hear you moan, I think you’re sick! But when I hear you say to your father, ‘Wow, that feels great,’ I know that Daddy must have made you feel a lot better, so after being relieved, I run off to bed.”
After hearing what he said, I ran in his direction and hugged him tightly, “Oh Josh, my dearest Josh! Mom’s love for you is so deep, I promise you, no one can take your place in my heart.”
We hooked our arms around each other and headed for the living room. It was at this point that Josh slapped my butt without wit. The reason for believing he was witless is that he was just mimicking his father’s behavior, which his late husband often did when he was alive.
“Josh!” I exclaimed in surprise. He couldn’t help but laugh out loud at the sight of me. “Yeah, you think that’s funny don’t you?” I demanded loudly for him to sit at the table. Josh guessed what I was trying to do so he started running around. I caught him in the center of the living room and pinned him to the floor. Laughter swept between us as I made a move to hit him.
Josh, already a big strong boy, easily switched our positions and held my hands high above my head. Since his bathrobe had opened during our frolicking, I could see his swollen rod under his underwear. In that instant, I remembered what happened last time.
“Okay, okay.” I said, “The movie’s about to start playing, let mom up.” I pleaded in a petulant tone.
“Hmm… but I don’t want you to get up yeah.” He replied.
I tried to push him off, and I also tried to move my ass to the other side, however, my movements instead caused him to press his entire body against mine, creating a male-on-female position. To Josh, it was just a game; but to me, it was a sexually provocative encounter. Maybe it was my subconscious that allowed things to devolve into this situation, maybe.
Josh raised an arm and proceeded to start tickling me. As he tickled me, I couldn’t hold back any longer! It’s a little strange to say that, but it’s hard to believe that my libido started to burn when I was being tickled in such a situation, isn’t it? Josh didn’t know about my psychological changes but he knew how to tickle me, and after years of observing me, he had learned from his father the techniques he was currently using on me.
Being pressed by my fourteen year old son, I was slowly moving towards insanity. He thought I was struggling so that I could get off, yet in truth, I was struggling for my own thoughts! As he tried to stop me from resisting, my ass, which I happened to lift, actually hit his groin. In the midst of the tussle, the oversized t-shirt I was wearing slipped down to my waistline. At the same time, I felt the heat between my thighs that was coming through Josh’s cock.
Josh also sensed the situation, but he had no intention of removing his rod. With only one piece of underwear left on my upper body, I clamped my legs tightly together, and as a precautionary measure, I locked my ankles around Josh’s legs. I didn’t want his cock to pop out of his underwear, I had to take control of the situation, however, I screwed up before I could get a handle on the big picture. My next move sent things spiraling out of control.
Just as I tried to push my body up, his cock slid smoothly into my inner thigh. The sensation was so wonderful and my body became hot, my lust began to secrete and my pussy lips became so wet I was completely speechless.
And Josh stopped moving, properly speaking, he should have felt overwhelmed. Whether to get up and leave or to remain motionless in his present position, these two thoughts interacted to plague him. The present situation made me realize how it feels to spend a day like a year. Thoughts drifted far, far away as I tried to figure out a way out of the dilemma at hand.
I thought I’d better loosen the lock on Josh’s ankles and get my legs apart before he got a full erection. Although I didn’t think he’d ever done this with a girl, however, because of the ambiguous position I was in, I had to worry that the primal human instincts would push Josh to send his cock forward. The idea of incest in my head wasn’t kind of wrong, what was wrong was the fact that as I crossed my legs, my movements severely stimulated his cock.
“Mmmmmmmm…” he let out a soft moan through his nose. I sat up and ruffled the hair covering his face, “Mom, I love you.” He said in an extremely romantic tone.
I knew what he was trying to do, and the tone of his voice gave me a good idea of what was going on in his head at the moment. I remembered the last time I heard that accent was when I was getting ready to swallow well with my late husband, and it was exactly the same then as it was now. Without warning, he lowered his head and sealed my lips with his mouth.
“Whoa, Josh,” I said, “we can’t do this!”
“But, mom, you…”
“Shhh…” I put my index finger in front of his mouth and asked him to be quiet: “You know what? There is something that a mother and her son should never do together.”
“Mom, but it’s not like we’re doing anything, are we doing something wrong? Don’t you and dad do that sort of thing all the time, and why haven’t I ever seen you turn him down?” He protested. I’m sure he still doesn’t realize the gravity of the situation.
“Josh, your father and I love each other, but we…”
“But? Mom, we love each other deeply too don’t we?”
“You’re right, Josh, but this love is different.”
“I don’t want to hear it, Mom.” He shouted in a tone that bordered on a cry. It was no wonder, after all, his cock had been erect for quite some time.
“Do you mean… do you give Dad more love than you give me?” Hearing this, I was finally able to determine that Josh knew nothing about sex. At this point, tears kept welling up in his eyes. Looking at him so pure and so innocent, I couldn’t help but reach out and put my arms around his waist, bringing each other’s bodies a little closer together. As I held him tighter and tighter, and as his rod entered my motherly, warm thighs once again, I could clearly feel his dick slowly expanding… expanding…
“Mom?”
“I’m here, honey, what’s wrong?”
“Why do I have a strange feeling now that I haven’t experienced before?”
I stayed silent because I simply didn’t know how to begin. I was now surrounded by a full-blown sexuality and I was trying to lead my son into a world he had not been exposed to. Deep in my subconscious, I knew full well that we were about to cross a taboo that no parent would ever try to break it.
Finally, I began to let my hands caress his body at will, and his hips were the end of those hands for me. Then I tenderly rubbed his rod, the one that was about to feed me. My breathing became heavy while Josh narrowed his eyes into a line as he attempted to figure out by my movements the reason for the drastic changes in his physiology.
Josh didn’t move at all in this moment of passion, I thought he would start to let his cock rush inside me, but he was like a log, so I guess I had to take the initiative! I moved my hips slowly and straddled him, savoring the feel of his cock sliding in and out of my ass. He didn’t remove my bra, so I could tell that he had no idea how to get it inside me.
I wanted to possess him so badly, I never knew the desire to own someone could be so strong.
And now, my panties became an obstacle to making the dream come true. My thighs became wet from the cum that was seeping out of his glans, and the lewd water secreted from my pussy was not shy about soaking my panties, I grabbed his ass and then lifted it up so that my lewd pussy could engulf his rod.
I tried to get him in a relaxed mood to do up and down motions against my hips, and after two tries on my part, he finally caught the rhythm of fucking his hole. For a long time we bobbed together. Josh was moving surprisingly slowly, and if you thought he was going to be pumping furiously because he was having his first taste of the pleasures of lovemaking, you were sorely mistaken. Not at all like a virgin whose brain is scrambled from his first time having sex, he moved slowly, very slowly.
Oh, my God! I can’t believe that there is music in the world that sounds so obscene. My juices were flowing and he was making a loud “plop, plop, plop” sound as he was thrusting into my pussy. I clenched my thighs as tightly as I could so that the walls of my pussy would hold the cock inside me.
“ohh… ohh… oh my God…” I began to cry out as Josh pumped me hard, “ohh… I’m so comfortable here… ohh…” I couldn’t think of anything else at this point in time other than enjoying the sex. I was closer to my son than any mother in the world, and I loved it! Eventually, we reached such a state of oblivion that I didn’t even think his rod was inside my honey pot. Eventually, we reached such a state of oblivion that I didn’t even think his rod was inside my honey pot.
At this critical juncture, Josh began to make strange noises, his eyes tightened and his face became distorted. I immediately realized that my son had come to the doorstep of his first orgasm in his life.
“Oh… mom! Oh… my… mom! I want to pee so badly! Oh… I need to pee!”
I clung to him again, forcing him to thrust faster and harder. He was like a busy bee now, buzzing and buzzing himself, flying fast and strong. The orgasm took over his body and he trembled as much as a patient having an epileptic seizure. Tears came to his eyes and he cried. I knew there were feelings of joy and confusion in his tears, but so what if I was confused? I had an extremely long time to explain to him what had changed between him and us.
Although he never minded the changes between us, yet his fourteen years of age still left me with a slight sense of guilt every time we had sex. But who cares? Josh’s birthday was coming up in the near future, and God knows, maybe I’d give him another gift he’d never forget.