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Subject: {ASSM} Story: CarlyMom III by LaurenMom (F, mast, toy) (March 2008)
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Summary: 49 year old Carly can't stop thinking about her phone call
with son Stephen. He masturbated while she talked to him. Now Mom
needs her own release...and she gets it.

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Story: CarlyMom III by LaurenMom (F, mast, toy) (03/08)

Carly left her meeting with her friend Linda and headed home. Carly
felt better for having told Linda the marital problems her son Stephen
was having. But she had even more questions about her phone call with
Stephen several nights before...the phone call in which Stephen
thanked his mom for her willingness to talk about his sexual problems
with his wife Paige. And then, needing intimate contact with someone,
masturbated while Carly was on the phone with him.

Carly again reminded herself that Stephen was clearly extremely
lonely. And that he and Paige hadn't had sex in months. And, when he
called her, Stephen had been drinking. He was out of town, in a hotel,
lonely and drinking. "That explains it," Carly had thought.

But her conversation with Linda kept popping up in her mind. Not only
wasn't Linda shocked by Carly's phone call story, she was intrigued.
Carly thought, "That's just Linda. She's always horny...and slightly
twisted!" Carly laughed to herself. But she wondered about some of the
things Linda had said. Do some teen boys really get turned-on by their
mothers and jerk-off into their panties? It seemed plausible. However,
as Carly had reminded Linda, Stephen was 24 and married. He shouldn't,
he couldn't be thinking about his own mother sexually. Could he?

When she arrived at home, Carly found her husband Paul asleep in his
office easy chair, the book he had been reading on the floor next to
him. Carly was used to going to bed alone, so she covered Paul with a
blanket and went upstairs to their room. She went through the usual
bedtime ritual, put on her night shirt and boxers (something she got
used to wearing to bed years before, when the children still lived at
home, in case she had to get up and tend to something in the middle of
the night).

Carly often climbed into bed, alone, and read before she fell asleep.
This night, she decided to check her email before opening  her current
read. She leaned against the headboard and propped the laptop on a
pillow on her lap. She logged onto her email and saw a message from
her son Stephen in her inbox. "Maybe he's canceling our lunch date for
tomorrow. I wouldn't mind postponing that," she thought. She opened
the message and read:

"Hey Mom! I'm taking the last flight out tonight. I'll get a few hours
of sleep at home, head out for a couple of meetings and meet you for
lunch as planned. It's been a great trip. I'm looking forward to
telling you about it. And to seeing you, and talking to you in
general. Love you...Stephen"

"What does that mean?" Carly thought. "Why is he looking forward to
seeing me, and talking to me?" She thought about that. "He's your son,
you idiot! You're getting paranoid, Carly!" She read through another
half dozen emails, replied to a few, then shut down the computer.
Carly tried to read, but found she couldn't focus. After ten minutes
she put her book aside and turned out the light. But she couldn't
sleep any more than she could read.

Carly's mind was racing. She was unable to stop thinking about
Stephen, his strange phone call a few nights before, the things Linda
said, Stephen's email. "If only Paul was willing to talk to him," she
thought. But her husband's mind was much more open to addressing
business or academic problems than relational ones.

"Stephen couldn't really be thinking about me, could he?" she
wondered. "I'm over twice his age. Well, just over, but I still am.
Linda said nice things about the way I look. I get that I'm still
attractive and that I look younger than 49, even though my husband
doesn't notice or care. But I'm Stephen's mother for crying out loud.
Still, he wouldn't be the first younger man who's shown interest in
me. Not by a long-shot. What am I saying? He's not showing interest.
He's my damn son!"

Carly turned from her side to her back and stretched out on the empty
bed, just warm enough under the covers. She wanted very much to sleep
and to put these thoughts out of her head. But Carly felt restless and
she couldn't get comfortable. She put her hands behind her head and
ran her fingers through her thick blonde hair. She liked the way that
felt, so she did it some more, pulling at her hair and stimulating her
scalp.

Her hands then began to roam over her body, down the sides of her
neck, her arms and shoulders, her stomach, down to her hips, her
thighs and back up again. Carly slid a hand under her shirt. She liked
to touch her own bare skin. She knew she had some padding, but she
believed she wore it well. And it felt good to her hands. Very soft.
Carly knew that she could stand to lose some weight, but she also knew
she was pretty fit for her age. And she was also well aware that her
curves still turned many heads.

Carly's hand stroked her stomach, then moved up to her breasts. She
was feeling a bit more relaxed now. She let her other hand stroke her
pelvis. "I used to be able to feel the bone a lot more!" she thought.
"But it still feels great." Carly eventually slid the hand under the
waistband of her boxer shorts. She felt the softness of her pubic
hair. She had never been extremely hairy, but she did have a bush that
remained blonde, despite the fact that her blonde head needed some
work now and then to hide some approaching gray. "I haven't had reason
to shave or even trim this hair for a while!" she thought, chuckling
lightly.

The hand inevitably found its way between Carly's legs, which she
spread slightly. She let that hand slowly stroke and pat occasionally,
while the other roamed back and forth between her breasts and her
stomach, fingers finding their way into her navel, then back up to
gently pinch her nipples in turn. Carly wondered, as she had many
times, why life had turned out as it had. She had a faithful husband
in Paul. But a husband without physical passion. He had plenty of
energy for his work and his teaching. He was successful and he
encouraged Carly's success. But he had shown little interest in
intimacy for many years.

The hand in Carly's boxers absentmindedly stroked the outside of her
mound. She enjoyed the pleasant, tingly feeling it produced. Her
fingers traced her slit, her lips still tucked inside. Her mind left
Paul and turned back to her phone conversation with Stephen. "Why did
he do that?" she wondered. "I understand he needed someone to talk to
and I'm happy to do that. But why would he want to have such an
explicit sexual conversation with his mother? Of course, since he's in
conflict with his wife, I'm probably the person he's closest to. He
does trust me. But come on! He jerked off and he wanted me to talk to
him while he did it. It's outrageous!"

Carly almost didn't realize that she had begun producing vaginal
lubrication and that her middle finger had penetrated the folds and
was moving to free her labia from her slit. As her mind came back to
her body, she felt a very pleasurable sensation that surprised her as
her finger found warm wetness. "MMMmmmmmmm," she moaned very softly as
her finger moved up and down, getting more wet and causing more
wetness each time.

"He played with his cock," she thought. "Stephen was stroking his cock
while he talked to me. It's perverted." OOOOooohhhhh," Carly let out
an almost silent, breathy exclamation. "It must have been the alcohol.
He didn't really mean to talk to me about that. It just happened. He
just got horny and started touching himself. Like I just did!" Carly
laughed quietly at the irony. "And it does feel really good. No wonder
he continued. "MMMmmmmmmm...aaahhhhh..." Carly now moved several
fingers back and forth, tracing her wet lips on each side of her
pussy. She grazed her clit hood very very gently, wanting to make that
part of her wait a while to receive more direct stimulation.

Then something very unexpected happened. Carly heard Paul coming up
the stairs to the bedroom. She turned and looked at the clock and
thought, "He never comes up this early." She removed her hands from
inside her night clothes, wiping the wetness from her vagina onto the
sheet on her side of the bed. She then rolled over, facing away from
the spot Paul would soon occupy. "That figures. Just when I was
starting to have a little fun." Paul entered the bathroom and closed
the door. Carly heard the water running as her husband brushed his
teeth. She heard the toilet flush and heard the water again as he
washed his hands.

Upon his exit from the bathroom, Paul pulled off his shirt and draped
it on the chair next to his side of the bed. He removed his pants and
did the same, then socks. Paul wore briefs to bed, just like his wife,
although hers were much more colorful. He climbed into bed, moved
halfway to the center and lay on his back. Carly laid silently, facing
away from Paul, a position she had come to know extremely well. Then
Carly had an idea. But just as she turned to face Paul, almost on cue,
he rolled the other way. But Carly felt a spark of determination. She
moved toward her husband.

"This should get his attention," she thought. "I haven't done this in
a long time." Carly sidled up behind her husband, pressing herself
against him and draping an arm around his waist. "Paul," she
whispered. "Paul." No response. Carly rolled to her back and pulled
her shirt over her head. "What the hell," she said quietly to herself.
She rolled back toward her husband and made contact again, this time
pressing her large, soft breasts against his bare back. She again
draped her arm over his waist. This time she let it wander downward.
Carly gently kissed Paul's back as her hand found his thick, but limp
penis. She stroked it gently as she again whispered, "Paul. I need you
tonight, Paul. I need you to be with me."

As Carly cuddled close to her husband and touched him softly, she
began to hear his gentle snoring. He had been asleep since he laid
down and none of her touches or kisses had roused him in the least.
"It figures," Carly said, quietly but audibly as she rolled onto her
back again. This time she slid at least a foot away from her sleeping
husband. One hand returned to her now bare chest and the other sneaked
back into her boxers. Within a minute, she quietly said, "Fuck it,"
and lifted her hips to slide the shorts off.

She now lay naked next to Paul. Carly was used to pleasuring herself
while Paul slept next to her, but she usually didn't do it naked. She
thought that she might feel slightly embarrassed if he woke up and
found her naked and playing with herself, but so what? But, she
remembered, he had never woken up during her playtime in the past and
he probably wouldn't tonight.

With her shorts removed, Carly spread her legs wider than before. She
didn't waste time now. Her fingers found her wet slit quickly and
parted her lips. She re-wet them and began sliding them up and down
her slit. She teased her hole, then pulled away, then teased again,
then entered. Carly loved the feeling of her own fingers inside her
pussy. With her other hand she returned to caressing her breasts and
pinching her nipples.

Throughout her body, Carly felt the tension of the last few days, the
confusion over her son's marital status and his strange phone call and
comments, her disappointment that Paul wouldn't talk to him, even his
silent snub that just occurred. She knew how much she needed release.
She was tired from sleeping poorly as well. As she tried to
concentrate on the growing sensation between her thighs, her thoughts
once again turned to the phone call with Stephen. She remembered that
her son had asked her to talk to him, to engage with him while he
jerked himself off. Why had he asked her to do such a thing? Why did
she do it? Carly's fingers moved faster inside her vagina. every third
or fourth stroke, she let them emerge and briefly touch her clit, then
plunged them back into the wet hole.

"Then I asked him that question," she thought. "Where to you want to
stick that thing?" She was of course referring to her son's erection,
which he was pumping at the time. Why did she ask him that, she
wondered. She had no idea. She just asked it. But his answer...that
was what was on her mind. She was sure he had said it, even though he
told her otherwise when she asked again. Carly's fingers now slid back
and forth, clit, hole, clit, hole, spending a bit more time on her
clit with each pass.

"Where do you want to stick that thing?" Carly said, just barely
audibly. She was feeling warmth throughout her body now. "Where do you
want to stick it?" she whispered again. She couldn't believe she was
actually saying the words, albeit very softly. Yet she knew Paul was
asleep and would not likely wake. "Where do you want to stick that
big, hard thing? That big hard cock? Where do you want to stick it,
Stephen?" As she said those words, Carly felt a rush of excitement
that shocked her. "OOOOohhhhhhh, ohhhh, oh, ohhhhhhh..."

Suddenly Carly knew what she wanted. She wanted to feel something
inside her pussy. Since her husband wasn't available, she turned to
her side of the bed and reached into her nightstand. Carly had a half
dozen sex toys, which she figured Paul knew about, but about which he
didn't care. It was no secret as far as she was concerned. She used
them regularly, sometimes while he was asleep in bed next to her,
sometimes while she was alone. This night, she knew exactly what her
hot, wet hole was longing for. She felt for and found what she was
seeking.

Carly removed a long, thick, hard plastic vibrator from the drawer.
She rolled again to her back and spread her legs once more. She spread
her labia with one hand while the other introduced the phallus. She
slid the tip up and down her slit, wetting it with her ample
lubrication. Carly loved the way the hard, smooth plastic felt, cool
against her very warm and wet flesh. She teased her hole as she had
done with her fingers, now with the tip of the long hard rod. "Where
do you want to stick that big thing, huh?" she whispered again. just
slightly louder this time. She pressed it against her opening more
firmly. "Where do you want to stick it? Tell me, Stephen." Another
huge rush through her body. "Where do you want to put that big hard
cock? HHhhoooooo, hhoooo, oohhhh, ahhhh..."

Carly then answered her own question as she whispered, "In your pussy,
Mom!" With that, she slid the plastic dick several inches into
herself, beginning to wet the shaft, back out, then back in further.
"In your pussy, in your pussy, in your pussy!" She slid it in further,
wetting it more. "Yes, yes, yesssss....put it inside me, Baby...oh,
yesssss...fuck me with that big hard thing...yessssss." Carly pushed
the dildo as far as it would go into her vagina and moved it in
circles, feeling the fullness. Her other hand began to work steadily
on her engorged clitoris. She pulled the hood back with two fingers
and let her middle finger tease and tease the bud. She flicked her
clit until the bottoms of her feet burned, then she pinched it, which
made her moan out loud. She caught herself and listened to Paul's
breathing. Still snoring, still asleep.

Carly began to slide the plastic prick in and out of her hole. "Fuck
me, Baby...fuck your mommy...fuck me...yessss...fuck me Stephen,
Baby..." Another huge wave of ecstasy swept over her as she said these
words. "Fuck me, Stephen...fuck Mommy with your big hard-on." She
began urgently rubbing her clit as the hard member penetrated her
again and again. Carly was now fully imagining it was her son's erect
penis inside of her and not a plastic substitute. She knew this was
horribly wrong, yet it felt so good to think it as she fucked herself
hard. Her middle finger applied firm pressure to her clit as she now
moved her hand both up and down and side to side.

Carly only let her moans reach a quiet volume, even though she wanted
to cry out in pleasure. "AAhhh, aaahhh, aaahhhh. aaahhhh...oohhhhh,
yesss, yessss, yesssssssss, ooohhhhhhhhhhhh......." Carly finally held
the long pole firmly, deeply inside her pussy as she squeezed her clit
hard, feeling the power of a huge orgasm wrack her body. She turned
and buried her face in her pillow in order to keep her moaning a
secret. She then lay back, allowing the dildo to slide out and her
hands to rest on her stomach. Carly felt peace and a release of
tension that she had longed for.

She had only brief fleeting thoughts as she moved toward sleep. "Oh
my, that was awesome. But what the hell were you thinking? You were
thinking about him! You were saying those things, out loud! Are
fucking nuts? Ohhhh, but it was so, soooo gooood." With that, Carly
fell asleep, her plastic friend nestled on the bed, between her
thighs. Her body and mind finally found the escape they needed as she
entered restful sleep for the night.

The End

laurenmom@writeme.com

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