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This is pure fantasy. If you enjoy the sentiment, drop me a line at
peterlag_99@yahoo.com
I had been living alone with Jason my son ever since my useless
husband left us 5 years ago. Jason was 8 now, and things at work were
finally getting better. I'd say that for the first time in a long time we
weren't living from paycheck to paycheck. We had a small apartment but it
was one I could afford, and Jason didn't ask for much. Just as well.
Finally after years I wasn't dependent on anyone. We depended
heavily on my parents after my husband left, but hard work and pinching
pennies had made us independent, poor but independent. We lived in a small
apartment in a large complex, and I felt like I had never been better off.
No car, no insurance, and no savings, but we got along well together. I was
happy and I think he was too. Kids don't need much to be happy. I didn't
know how long that would last. As kids got older the started to look around
and sometimes start to want what they don't have. Fortunately that hadn't
happened yet.
The one thing that bothered me most was that my full time job
left Jason alone sometimes. Like after school for a little while. Gratefully
he left for school before I went to work, so that end of the day worked
well. When I got home from work Jason was already there and had been for
about an hour and a half. I may have been pushing it but I cut out the after
school baby sitter this year. Somehow I couldn't help thinking that what I
was doing would have been illegal somehow, but the money I saved helped a
lot.
This day was no different than any other. I came in the door and
called, "I'm home".
"Hi," I heard from the family room, if that's what you want to
call it. We have a room with a TV beside the kitchen. It's all open so it's
like one big room, only it's not that big.
I walked though the short hall to the kitchen and Jason was
there to give me a hug. It was such a relief every day to close the door to
my apartment, shut out the outside world, where Jason and I could live in
our own little world. I gave him a strong hug. "How was your day Hon?"
"OK, how about you?"
"Same." As far as I was concerned, if things never changed I'd
be happy. I knew from experience though, that things always changed. That
was a fact of life, especially with a growing boy. We hung around the
kitchen for a while and chatted. After about 10 minutes I said, "Well, I
have to get out of these clothes".
I walked down the short hall to my bedroom and was a little
surprised that Jason followed me. I guess it wasn't that strange because we
were still talking, but I did want to change out of my work clothes. Jason
was standing in the doorway of my bedroom and I just wanted to change. I
didn't want to ask him to leave because I didn't want to make a big deal out
of it. After all, he was just 8. I started to unbutton my blouse and he made
no indication that he was going to leave. We were still talking.
I found myself standing in my bra and hesitated, waiting for him to leave.
He made no move to leave so I unzipped my skirt and slid it off. Maybe I was
making too much of this, or was he doing this intentionally. Again I
hesitated, standing now in my pantyhose and bra. He seemed to be rooted on
the spot. I said to myself 'what the hell'. I turned my back to him and slid
the pantyhose off. I wore nothing underneath, so he was looking at my bare
ass.
I undid the clip on my bra and slid it off. At this point I was completely
naked. The long man's tee shirt that I usually wore around the house was
lying on the bed. I had to turn sideways to pick it up, so I tried to be
nonchalant about it. I knew he could see my breasts, but I decided to play
it cool and not make a big deal out of it. As I started to pull it over my
head I turned towards him so he had a full frontal view of my naked body.
After all, it has only been a couple years since I used to bath him and have
baths together with him. He was too old for that now. I have to admit that
having him see me naked was not an unpleasant experience.
As the tee shirt was dragged down by gravity to cover me I looked at him and
he was obviously staring. I smiled at him, and he smiled back. We walked
back to the kitchen with our arms around each other as if nothing had
happened, but I think something did.
We had a normal evening filled with eating, laughing, watching TV and
yapping. The thing was, this became a normal routine. I don't mean yapping
and laughing. I mean him following me in every night to watch me change.
After a few days I got used to it, and letting him see me naked was not such
a big deal, at least not for me. I see now though, that it was for him. As
I got used to it I hid less and he seemed to like that more. Nothing was
said openly though.
One day, while I was changing, he asked my why I wore that old thing,
referring to my old tee shirt. I said, 'what do you want me to do, go naked?'
It shocked me a little when he said, 'that would be OK with me'. I knew
right at that moment that he was looking at me in a sexy way. That was my
chance to shut it down. Actually I knew already, but that confirmed it.
Instead, what did I do? I laughed. I was totally naked at the time, and he
was standing in my bedroom doorway watching, as he had become accustom to
doing. I had my tee shirt, a.k.a. housecoat, in my hand. I laughed and
grabbed him and hugged him. As I hugged him I loosened up a bit and looked
at him, still smiling. We were nose to nose. "So you think your mom is sexy
enough to go around the house naked? I beg to differ with you little one.
Your sexy enough, but not me." I was smiling and giggling like we were
joking. It wasn't totally natural though, because I really was totally
naked, and hugging my 8yo son. I kissed him on the mouth but it was just a
little peck.
"I'll be naked if you do. I like to see you with no clothes." he said. This
was one of those moments when you know what you say is important. I was
already feeling guilty for behaving in a way that wouldn't be considered
acceptable in most homes, although for some reason I thought I still had it
under control.
"I'm flattered that you think so, but I'm afraid that if we were both naked
you'd be the best looking one around, and that wouldn't go over very big
with me. I'm not a spring chicken like you."
"I think you are."
I'm sure he meant that as a compliment. In fact, I knew what he was after. I'm
sure that if I felt between his legs I'd find a hard little dick. I know
that would be normal, and I had not been behaving very responsibly. I had
been enjoying his attention and had actually been leading him on, even
though it wasn't planned on my part.
We were still nose-to-nose. I was smiling, and stalling thinking about what
I should say when he surprised my by grabbing the tee shirt out of my hand.
He ran into the kitchen. I didn't think too much about it. I should have
though longer. Instead I chased him. We have a small island in the kitchen
and the chase ended there. Of course I couldn't catch him. I went one way
and he went the other. Actually he was quicker than me so I didn't have a
chance.
So instead we negotiated. The negotiated settlement was, he would give it to
me, but I couldn't put it on for an hour. It was silly really because I
could have gone in the bedroom and gotten anything else to wear. But that
wasn't the point. It was a game, and I liked the game. So I agreed and we
were both happy. It felt so strange. I was totally naked in the kitchen,
doing normal things like cooking dinner. And Jason wasn't just there, he was
hovering. Not just being his normal good company, but he was checking me
out. Really checking me out, everywhere. Sometimes he'd just rub my back,
sometimes hug me from behind. I made an effort to chat about normal things
but I knew where his eyes were. I tried looking at his crotch and I think I
saw a little tent there, but when he caught me he covered up.
I kept an eye on the clock. I cooked dinner, we ate and I cleaned up the
kitchen, probably better than I normally do. After more than an hour and a
half I said, "OK sexy, times up, no more naked ladies for you." I grabbed
the tee shirt of the counter, where it had laid the whole time, and slipped
it on.
He seemed a little sad at that. "Can we do that again? I like it. It was
fun."
"Maybe sometime Hon, but next time I'm not going to be the only one naked."
He laughed in a way that made me think he agreed. This was a joking time.
"What, you don't think girls don't want to see your sexy body too?" I think
that took him aback a little. "Girls would pay to see you naked for an
hour." That got a big laugh.
We ended up cuddling on the couch for a while, like we usually do, watching
TV. "OK Hon, time for bed." That phrase usually trigged a song and dance for
about 10 minutes, but not tonight. I usually gave him a few minutes to get
in bed but tonight I walked with him to his room, which was right beside
mine.
I sat on his bed and watched him get undressed. He had his back to me, which
was not unusual. He stripped naked and as he got into his pajamas I picked
up his clothes and put them in the hamper. After he scrambled in bed and lay
on his back I sat beside him. I put my arm beside his head, leaned over and
kissed him. With my face close to his I said, "OK sweetheart, you have a
good sleep."
I kissed him on the mouth again, this time a little longer, and then I felt
his hand on my breast. At first he just held it. Then he started slowly
squeezing it. The whole evening had been so erotic, I was a little overcome.
I put my mouth on his again, rubbing them together, pecked a little and then
traced the outline of his lips with my tongue as I let him feel me up.
"Can you take it off again"? I didn't have to ask what he meant, I knew.
After a moments hesitation I lifted my bottom off the bed slightly and
pulled the tee shirt over my head and dropped it on the floor. His hand
went immediately to my bare breast and started playing with my nipple.
Putting an elbow on either side of his head I leaned into him and put my
mouth on his. Our lips touched gently several times before my tongue started
to slip between his lips. The feel of his little hands working my nipple was
driving me. I was going past the point of no return. I had not been this
horny is a very long time.
I started French kissing him, but it was soft and gentle, like two fem
lesbians would kiss. It was such a delicious experience, allowing him to
touch me like a son shouldn't, while I showed him how much I liked it with
my mouth.
After a minute or two I buried my face in his neck, just savoring the
feeling of his hand on my breast. That's when I felt the movement of his
other arm, and I knew immediately that he was playing with himself. I had to
smile. I nuzzled his neck, kissing it several times. I kissed him on the
mouth again, sucking on his tongue for a moment and sat up. I looked at his
crotch and he had his little baby cock between his fingers. It was sticking
out of the fly of his pajama bottoms and it looked a little obscene, which I
loved. "Since I'm naked, maybe it's fair that you're naked too," I said.
He didn't say anything, but he didn't waste any time pulling his bottoms
down and kicking them off. I guess he thought that was naked, so I started
to undo the buttons of his top. He let me undo them and helped me slip the
top off. As he lay back, completely naked, I rubbed his smooth chest. He lay
there, waiting to see what I was going to do. I lightly dragged the back of
my fingernail down over his stomach. My fingers slid past his cock without
touching it and I lightly continued down his leg. At his knee I hopped to
the other leg and started back up. When I got to his crotch I stopped. Using
my fingernails only, I rubbed the underside of his little ball sac. I teased
him like that for a moment before I brushed his tiny penis with the back of
my fingers. He tensed up when I touched it. It was about two to three inches
long, probably closer to two. I took it between my finger and thumb and
started to jerk him off the way he had been doing.
"You're a sexy little boy Jason. So beautiful." He had his eyes closed,
enjoying the feel of my hand on his cock and he didn't acknowledge. I jerked
him off for about 30 seconds. I got up, grasped him by the ankles and pulled
him down on the bed. Walking back to the side of the bed, I put my knee on
the far side of his head and rolled over on the far side of him, making sure
that my face ended up by his crotch and his was near mine. Resting on one
elbow, I started jerking him off again with my other hand. His little baby
cock was inches from my face. I kissed the head and let is slip into my
mouth. I wish I could have seen his face as he felt his cock in his mother's
mouth for the first time.
I savored the smooth skin covering the hard little shaft. I've sucked men's
cock, where I was always trying to avoid choking. Sucking Jason as a dream.
His size made is so easy and he tasted so delicious. I licked around his
balls, playing with them with my tongue and soon I had his cock and balls in
my mouth at the same time. There was still plenty of room to play with his
cock with my tongue inside my mouth.
I was enjoying myself immensely sucking him off when I felt Jason's hand on
my leg. I was still lying on my side, propped up on my elbow sucking him
off, so I raised my top knee to spread my legs. Jason still lay on his back
but his face was beside my crotch. His hands started to explore the inside
of my legs. When they got close I pushed my crotch out, eager for his touch.
As much as I enjoyed what I was doing, my arm was getting a little tired. I
rolled over on my back, pulling Jason on top of me. His cock never left my
mouth throughout the maneuver and my nose was wedged between his ass cheeks.
We were now in a perfect sixty position. I spread my legs wide to give him
access to my pussy, so he could explore it at his own pace. I guess he was
just looking at it because I couldn't feel him doing anything. I reached
down and pushed my middle finger into my pussy. I finger fucked myself for a
bit. I'm not sure if I was trying to give him the idea or if I just liked to
have him watch me masturbate.
I took a break from sucking Jason's cock and licked his balls. I even slid
my tongue between his ass cheeks. He seemed to like that because he sat up a
little and I suddenly found by face pressed between his cheeks. I had to
spread his ass cheeks with my hands to breath, but it also opened it up for
me. I kissed the inside of his cheeks and licked his little asshole. This
seemed to be something he liked, because he started to hump my face. I
worked the tip of my tongue into his anus. All I had to do was hold it there
because the way he was moving his hips he was trying to fuck himself with my
tongue. It's not easy to hold your tongue out and keep it stiff for long,
and I had to smile even while I was trying to maintain it.
When I didn't think I could keep it up any longer, I pushed my face hard
between his cheeks. While I held his hips and pulled him into me I tongue
fucked him as hard as I could. I don't think I got my tongue into him very
far, but I'm sure he felt it. My head fell back on the bed, exhausted for a
moment.
I ran my hands up his back and around his chest as his little ass hovered
over me. I guess he sensed he needed a break because he didn't try to sit on
my face. Instead he leaned forward. I was a little surprised when I felt him
kiss my pussy. He did it gingerly at first. I rubbed the back of his neck to
encourage him. He kissed it several times, and then I felt his tongue
slipping between my lips. He didn't do much but I knew he had my pussy juice
in his mouth and he was still doing it. Besides it was so erotic knowing my
eight-year-old son was eating me out I almost came just from thinking about
it.
After a minute he move his crotch back over my face. He was so small there
was no way we could suck each other at the same time. When it was close
enough I took his little cock in my mouth and started sucking it. He held
still for a moment and then started the hip movement again. I put my hands
on his ass to steady him because he was starting to fuck my mouth a little
hard. I sucked on his little cock as hard as I could while he humped my
face, and after a minute I could feel him shuddering as he came. No cum of
course, because he was too young, but it was gratifying to feel his little
body shudder.
He stopped, rolled over on his side and then on his back. I got up on my
elbow and leaned over his crotch. I spread my legs and fingered myself for a
moment and then got into the rhythm of rubbing my clit like I usually did
when I masturbated. As I kissed and licked Jason's cock and balls he watched
me bring myself to an orgasm with my fingers. It was intense, more so
because he was watching.
We lay still for about 10 minutes. I thought he might be sleeping, and if I
stayed there much longer I'm sure I would fall asleep. I tried to get up
gently, but I wasn't off the bed before I realized he was awake. I sat on
the edge of the bed, leaned over and kissed him. "Are you OK Hon?"
He started to smile before he said "Sure".
I wasn't sure what to say, so I just kissed him again.
"That was fun. Can we do that again Mom?"
I kissed him again. "Maybe. If you're good." Then a thought hit me. "This
has to be just between you and me though, right?"
"Sure, I know Mom. Don't worry."
"OK, my little sexy boy. You have to get some sleep now." I kissed him again
on the mouth. Not at all like a mother would. I covered him up, not
bothering to put his pajamas back on. I scooped my old tee shirt up. No
point putting this on I thought and walked out of the room naked.
I went out and watched a little TV. I could get used to not wearing any
clothes. I couldn't stop thinking about what happened though. I was a little
scared and excited at the same time. It's funny; I never had any sexual
thoughts about him at all before he started watching me get undressed. I
ended up masturbating on the couch once more while thinking about Jason
before I went to bed. As I was drifting into sleep I was thinking about
kneeling in front of Jason at the front door, sucking him off before he went
out the door to school.
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