Perverts 'R' Us

Man of the House

By Valleyal ( F/b, inc-mom/son, cons )

When my husband left me last year I thought my whole world had ended. I suppose I should have seen it coming, but I must have been just too naive. No one has a perfect marriage, and neither did we. But any problems that may have been encountered, I just expected that both of us would always do our best to resolve them. The way I was raised you said your, "I dos" and that was supposed to be "until death do you part". I should have known from the very beginning as Charles had been married once before we met. He said it was just a bad marriage that didn't work out and I believed him, never thinking the same thing would happen to me twelve years later.

But happen it did. He found someone eleven years younger and twenty pounds lighter. He not only left me, he also left our son Todd, too. Charles only makes the occasional phone call. When Todd tries to see more of him there is always one excuse after the other. It has something to do with it being inconvenient for him and his new girlfriend for him to spend time being a Dad. Someone needs to inform him that his son was here first before the girlfriend. I hate her. I hate him. I almost even hate myself.

I thought my world had ended. Here I am 31 years old. That's not too old is it? Okay, I am not a size two like I was before we married. I had a baby ten years ago as well as a miscarriage three years ago. Perhaps I have put on a few extra pounds. Being a size six, that isn't too fat is it?

Todd took the breakup hard at first, but not nearly as bad as I did. Although I didn't notice it at the time, I think it made him grow up. It wasn't that he was immature. It's just that he is so much more responsible now.

The first few weeks I suppose I said more than once to him that he was now the "Man of the House". Initially he may not have noticed, but gradually he changed, especially in unexpected ways. First off, he started trying to fix up things that may not have been working properly. His Dad was not a bit mechanically-inclined and I never suspected Todd was either, but he surprised me. Light bulbs were changed. Door hinges that squeaked no longer squeaked. The grass stayed cut. It even looked like he was even doing some landscaping outside. He even fixed the leaky faucet which I know had leaked even before he was born.

He was doing his best to try to cheer me up. When I had mentioned about having to cut back on expenses what with my income from my job not near as much as before when we had his Dad's paycheck as well, the next thing I know is he has gotten a job cutting five other neighbors' yards. He tried to put all the money he made with this into the family fund, but I insisted this was his money. We finally settled on half the money and he kept the other half as an allowance. I was extremely impressed with his initiative.

Todd was and always has been a loving child. Perhaps around the time he started school or maybe kindergarten the hugs that he had been freely giving all stopped. I figured it was a boy thing. They wouldn't be caught dead hugging their Momma and their friends seeing this. I missed the hugs.

With Charles now gone, the hugs reappeared. Maybe it was Todd's way of trying to cheer me up. This usually happened after one of us called him the "Man of the House". I didn't complain. I could hug him for hours if he let me.

When one of his friends was around, or really anyone else, he would either say hi or bye when arriving or leaving. But when it was just the two of us, which was most times, I would now always get a hug. I suppose it was me, as it had been when he was little, that I would give him a kiss every time when we hugged. What was unexpected was that now sometimes he kissed back. I treasured that. It seemed they were motherly-son kisses I suppose. He was getting so tall that no longer could I kiss him on top of his head. Even kissing him on the forehead I now had to stand on my toes. It seemed like yesterday I was more than a foot taller than him, and now I think we are the same height. Give him a few more months and he will probably be several inches taller than I am.

I arranged my work schedule so that I worked Monday thru Friday to have the weekends free for me and him. We started to make a thing of every Friday when I got off work and arrived at home he would have supper already fixed. This was the only meal he cooked, and thank heavens it was the only meal as we would have died of starvation. A cook he wasn't, but the thing was, he tried so hard, which is what made all the difference in the world.

He would greet me at the door saying the "Lady of the House" is now home. It was so sweet. I would go and take a quick shower and we would get all dressed up for supper. He would put on church clothes too. We even did candles a couple of times. Then we would watch a ballgame or maybe a movie, or just whatever happened to be on TV.

As the weeks passed we stopped getting formally dressed as before. I didn't own but three church dresses and Todd only just one suit which he was outgrowing fast. Plus, his cooking was pretty bad. It got so that I would just order a pizza and it would arrive about the time I was getting done with my shower. Then we would sit on the couch and watch something. Maybe I was taking longer on my showers or just perhaps the pizza guy was getting so regular delivering our usual Friday night pizza, Todd was now sometimes waiting for me as I would be getting out. Nudity in our home wasn't unheard of, but neither was it flaunted. I might just put on panties and a robe so it wouldn't take too long and the pizza get cold. Maybe that was when Todd started sitting closer to me on the couch as we ate and then watched TV. I enjoyed cuddling with him and thought nothing about it. I know that was one of the times I would be calling him the "Man of the House". As the weather started getting colder we might share a blanket or a quilt. Maybe that was when we started cuddling. I don't know. What I do know is I enjoyed it.

One of the times when Todd had his head on my shoulder when I looked away from the movie on the TV to look at him I noticed that he wasn't looking at the TV but was staring downward just inches away from his eyes. I just had on panties and a robe and my robe had gapped open. He was looking down at my chest. I could almost feel his breath on my nipples. That was when the realization came that perhaps I was going too far with this mother-son thing.

So, the next Friday I put on one of my church dresses, and did the same the next few Fridays. Out of embarrassment I didn't say why or give him any explanation. But my happy sweet son now seemed totally unhappy. He didn't say anything as to why he was unhappy, but I assumed it was from our changed Friday nights.

After three Fridays of church dresses when I got done with my shower I saw laid out on my bed the robe as well as a clean pair of panties. The prettiest scanty panties I owned. And the robe was ironed. You don't iron a terry cloth robe, but mine was unmistakably ironed. Since it wasn't there before I got in the shower I knew the only way it had gotten there was that Todd had to have gotten it out. He had gone to the trouble to iron it. He must have really missed seeing me in it. I don't know what came over me but I put the robe on. I even skipped the panties. I tied the knot on securely, and then went downstairs.

For the first time in weeks I saw my son smile. Neither one of us ate much of the pizza. When I suggested he go pick out a movie and I would go get the quilt if he wanted to share it with me, he smiled the biggest smile I had ever seen on him. I told him he could go put on his pajamas if he wanted to. Several minutes later I heard him call down that he couldn't find his only pair of pajamas. Oooops! Had I only just minutes earlier put them in the clothes hamper along with my wet clothes? I called out hurry up and just put on a pair of P.E. shorts as the movie was about to start.

Todd came down the stairs wearing just the P.E. shorts. I couldn't believe that my ten-year-old son was now starting to get muscles. They weren't body builder muscles, just the cute kind boys that age with no ounce of fat have. I was already under the quilt. Did I not mention that I had untied the robe? I had it draped across but still untied.

Todd sat down next to me. I scooted over even closer. I pulled the quilt over both of us. I was wondering how long it would take him to realize the robe was untied much less realize I didn't have on any panties. We started watching the movie which had Owen Wilson, Matt Dillon, and Kate Hudson in it.

A few minutes into the movie Todd wanted to talk. We were cuddling but nothing inappropriate. Todd asked was I mad at him which I quickly said no. He then asked if I had been mad at him which I also said a quick no. I was never mad at him. He then asked if I was mad at his Dad. I thought about that one for a moment and then answered yes. Todd quickly replied that so was he. Not wanting him to blame himself, I explained that the problems were just between Charles and me, our fault, and that he Todd had just got caught up in the middle. He did nothing wrong. As for his Dad not trying hard to be with him much, that's was his Dad's fault and not his.

Todd then asked was he the "Man of the House". With a smile and a hug I answered a big yes. Todd went to hug me bag and I pressed my body into him as his arm had went around me. I was very certain that if he hadn't known before he was now very much aware that my robe had gapped open. I kept pressing my boob into his hand during the hug to make certain.

Like a bolt of electricity his hand shot away just as soon as he was free from my hug. He was embarrassed thinking I would be mad as it was only an accident on his part. I just acted like I hadn't noticed and cuddled with him to watch the movie. I even grabbed his hand to hold which he let me. For the next few minutes I held it at my ribcage under the robe, not on, but next to my right breast. Then I removed my hand leaving his as I a few times brushed his hair out of his eyes.

Tentatively and ever so slowly the back of his hand bumped up next to the curve of my breast a couple of times. This never lasted longer than a second or so. Then a minute or so later the same thing would happen again, maybe this time for a couple of seconds. Compared to his Dad who had never done anything but just maul and mash if he touched me there, it was great that Todd was so gentle.

Then slowly Todd turned his hand so that now he was cupping the bottom part, just barely touching. I noticed that he wasn't even watching the movie at all anymore, just looking down to where his hand was which wasn't under any of the covers. I however pretended to be watching the movie as well as pretending nothing was happening. Slowly his hand was rising but all too soon the movie was ending.

Todd seemed disappointed but then a big smile when I suggested a second movie. I told him to go put on the Jennifer Love Hewitt one that I had bought. I knew he loved and thought she was pretty, from the Party of Five reruns and Ghost Whisperer show. I knew it beforehand and then acted surprised after a while that it was a scary movie. I said that I was so glad to have a "Man of the House" to protect me when the scary parts came on. I cuddled even closer not even attempting to keep the robe from parting. We had lain down on the couch with my back to him and I held his arms around me. During the really scary parts I had even held both of his hands and then pressed them over my nipples always saying at those moments how great it was that I had him there to protect me. Pretty soon I just left his hands there as he caressed ever so slowly and gently.

But with a second movie it was getting very late and much past our usual bedtime. Then another very scary part of this movie came up and this time I turned around with my back to the TV and facing him. He must have thought that I was fixing to say it was time for bed because you could see the look of disappointment that was on his face. I told him it was okay if he wanted to finish watching the rest of the movie. Still looking disappointed he asked if I was going to watch it with him. I answered that I was too much scared from watching the scary movie and might likely have nightmares. Maybe he could hold and protect me if he wanted too. The smile came back.

I cuddled close to him and when I heard another scary part I grabbed his hands and held them close to me, close to my chest. I pretended to be attempting to fall asleep. The next thing I heard was him whispering, "Momma, I Love You." I whispered back that I loved him too. I then whispered back that I was much too scared to sleep alone and that could he please hold me all night long.

Then my dear son answered yes, but maybe I wasn't aware of or might be embarrassed, but being on the small couch we might bump into each other, and he wouldn't want to embarrass me. I asked should a proper Momma go put on, say, a bra, but those things were kind of uncomfortable. He said he didn't want me to be uncomfortable, but also he didn't want me to be embarrassed either. I giggled and said I think for the first six or seven months I had breast-fed him. He giggled too, but also he blushed. We both giggled when I joked that I don't think there was any more milk left in them.

I then joked that it was okay if maybe he accidentally bumped up against them what with it being tight quarters on the couch. He was the "Man of the House" now. I had him to slide his left arm under me and told him to hold on tight so I wouldn't fall off the couch. His hand had been under me at my waist but I scooted upward so it was now on my bare butt saying that was better so he could make sure I didn't fall off when I fell asleep. Also by scooting up higher on the pillow his head was now facing my boobs. I sighed and then closed my eyes.

I could feel his hand caressing my butt and also his breath on my boobs. After I had been quiet several minutes I could barely discern his lips brushing up against one of my nipples. I just sighed and barely turned so now the nipple entered his mouth. Todd took the bait and ever so gently kissed it. I was definitely sighing then. His other free hand was caressing my hip. I think he was trying to figure out if I had on panties, maybe they were just pulled down in the back which was why he wasn't feeling anything but skin with his hand on my butt, or perhaps I might have on the g-string kind and the string was deep in my crack. I don't know. It's not like I was the most experienced person in the world as I have only slept with Charles. Then again, compared to Todd, who I was certain hadn't ever slept with anyone ever, I was a lot more experienced than him.

As he gently kissed and sucked on my nipple I grabbed his free hand and moved ours down lower in between us, where his was above me and my two hands were over his P.E. shorts. Not that I was surprised he had an erection, I was definitely surprised at how big it was. Perhaps I was only remembering how big it was back when he used to wear diapers. It had definitely grown some since then. Charles really didn't have that large a one and Todd's felt that big already at age ten. I hadn't grabbed it yet, only accidentally bumping up against it.

Compared to my surprise of Todd having an erection, I think the biggest surprise was his realizing where his hand was and that his fingers were inside pubic hair....female pubic hair. He almost gagged on my nipple. I even parted my legs some to allow his to touch more. I almost parted them too much and barely missed slipping off the couch and the only reason I didn't fall off was his hand holding onto my butt. We both burst out laughing at me almost falling off. I guess I couldn't pretend to be asleep anymore and not realizing what we were doing.

As we quieted down, Todd quietly asked if he could touch me. I nodded a yes. He then asked could he even touch inside. I nodded again. Slowly and tenderly he started touching. He was so gentle which was so nice. I think he was having trouble finding my pussy but I just let him touch away since it felt so good. It is like he wasn't sure where the hole was. As he touched I felt his index finger between my lips and I nodded and said there. His index finger then entered me.

I then reached for his dick. I reached inside his P.E. shorts for it. About two seconds after I touched it, it squirted all in my hands. Okay, so he didn't last forever and that was like the quickest hand job of all time. But the look of contentment and amazement on his face made it all worthwhile. I just kept on rubbing it, sticky and all, and maybe later on it would grow back another erection. If not, either way I was going to keep rubbing it, since I could tell he very much liked that.

His index finger was still in me. Gently, I told him to add another finger or two and then push it in and out of me. A few seconds later he asked like this and I nodded yes. He asked if this was what was called finger-fucking and I nodded yes again. I then added he should do that for a few minutes and when his dick which I had in my hand got hard again he should replace the fingers with that.

Todd gulped and said, "I even get to fuck too?"

I nodded yes. That's what the "Man of the House" gets to do. He gets to fuck the "Lady of the House."

And fuck me he did. We fell asleep with his dick inside me. I made sure of that by tightly holding onto his butt all night long. Let me also add, Todd is a better fuck than Charles ever was.