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Subject: Title story: "MY SON FIXED MY LIGHT" Author: Incest Mom 62372233
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Date: Sun, 18 Dec 2005 02:00:03 +0000
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MY SON FIXED MY LIGHT My husband was out of town on a business trip for three
weeks, leaving me with little to do except play with myself. I used my fingers
once in a while, and sometimes, I used a dildo. I tried sucking the dildo for
satisfaction, but it just wouldn't work. I needed a real, live, hard, fleshy
cock to suck on. I loved cocks, especially sucking on them. I liked the feel of
a big dick in my hand, but especially in my mouth. There was nothing like the
taste and feel of a big, fat cock jerking and throbbing in my mouth as it filled
me with a load of hot, milky cum. I decided that a nice, hot shower was in order
early one morning, and I turned on the hot water. Something was wrong. After
being in the shower for about two minutes, the water went cold. I got out and
dried off, and stood there, shivering, wondering if Jason, my son, could light
the pilot light on the water heater, or at least figure out what was wrong. I
sat and had a cup of coffee, feeling horny as hell. Jason came in the kitchen,
looking for his breakfast. I stood there in my robe and told him about the water
heater. I fixed him a cup of coffee and some eggs and toast, and sat beside him
as he ate. I noticed that he had been staring at me in my short robe. I wondered
if he had seen my pussy and ass as I had bent over. Just the thought of it sent
thrills through me. "I'll look at it, Ma," he said. "I dunno much about them,
but there's gotta be instructions on them somewhere." He was a handsome guy,
with light hazel eyes and short-cropped brown hair. The light brown, fuzzy hairs
peppering the small part of his chest seemed to turn me on for some reason, and
I knew that my face reddened. It wasn't that he knew what I was thinking. What I
was thinking was that it meant that he had a hairy cock, and that was the kind
of cock that I liked in particular. He finished his breakfast and went into the
garage, bringing back a tool box. He walked down the hallway to the water
heater, and I heard rattling noises. I sat at the table, sipping my coffee. I
heard him rattle something around, some tools or something. I sat there,
frustrated. I needed my dildo. I reached under my robe and touched my clit, just
teasingly. What feeling, I thought. I touched myself again and whimpered lightly
as I touched a really tingly nerve. I looked up. My son was standing there in
the hallway, looking at me. Without saying a word, he came and stood right
beside me, looking down at my hairy snatch as I fingered it. I looked at his
crotch and could see a throbbing bulge there. I reached over and unzipped his
pants. The area around his navel was flat, with a small line of hair that led
even farther down to his crotch. He wasn't wearing anything at all under his
shorts. His fat cock jumped up and pointed at me. His cock must have been seven
inches long, with a gigantic purple, bulbous head that was now just a tongue
flick away from my mouth. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, running it
over that purple bulb. Jason moaned. I moved my mouth further down, flicking out
with my tongue along the shaft of it, all the way to the base. I could see the
veins running along the shaft, criss-crossing and pulsing. I licked the hairs at
the base of his cock, where the heavy balls stretched the skin of his sac into
folds of skin. I opened my lips and sucked some of that skin into my mouth,
feeling the dark hairs and the folds of skin with my tongue and lips. He moaned
again. He grabbed me by the back of the head and pulled my face to his crotch. I
opened my mouth as my face came into contact with the enormous bulge of his
balls and hard cock. I had wanted a huge fat cock all morning long, had wanted a
big fat dick in my hand for a week. Now, here it was, pointing straight up in
the air, less than an inch from my face. It was a fat cock, and his enormous
hairy balls hung low and full, flecked with the downy brown hair that surrounded
his cock. He stood in front of me, those big hairy balls shoved right in my
face. I opened my mouth and let his balls fall into my mouth. There was a manly
but clean taste about that meaty skin sac that held his big, heavy balls. I
moved up to his enormous, fat cock sticking up in the air, and wrapped my mouth
around it. I had to open my mouth nearly as wide as it would go to get it all
in. I began moving my mouth up and down on it, kneading his balls with my
fingers. I licked his thigh, running my tongue across the smooth, downy hairs
that dotted his upper thigh. I then moved my tongue back to his balls. He was
moaning, telling me how good it felt. The salty taste and the feel of his balls
in my mouth was too much for me. I reached down with one hand and began
fingering my clitoris. I moved my tongue up, licking the shaft as I went,
feeling those big purple veins on the tip of my tongue. I licked it all the way
to the big, throbbing purple head of it, and I just opened my mouth wide and
took it in as far as I could. When it reached the back of my throat, I plunged
one finger into my cunt, and I shivered all over as I came. I felt him jerk, and
my mouth was filled with his hot man-juice. He groaned, pushing his cock even
further toward my tonsils. I felt the last jerk of his cock spurt cum down my
throat. I gagged slightly, but didn't want to let go. I swallowed most of it,
but some of it ran out of my mouth and down my chin, falling on his tangled
forest of soft, downy pubic hair. Finally, he pulled the still-throbbing cock
out of my mouth. He reached down and pulled me up to a standing position beside
him. I was breathing hard, and I could feel his hot gasping breath on my cheek
as he turned toward me. He pulled my robe open, feeling of my tits and bending
down and sucking first one of my hard nipples, then the other. He ran his tongue
down my belly, and kneeling in front of me, stuck his tongue in my navel. He
pushed me backwards onto the chair and reached forward with both hands,
spreading my legs. He moved a hand down to my heaving stomach, and soon, he
moved it a little lower. I could feel his fingers running through my pubic hair,
and he found my lips and parted them, pulling the pussy lips wider apart with
his fingers. I moaned as he moved my pussy open and closed, then apart again. He
bent down and kissed my inner thigh. I moaned softly again as he ran his tongue
up to my pussy hairs. Gently, he licked my pussy lips. With his tongue, he found
my clitoris and flicked it gently with it. He ran his lips around my inner
labia, then touched my clitoris again gently. I could feel my stomach muscles
tighten as I began to breath heavily. Suddenly, it was just too much --- my
son's tongue on my clit was driving me mad with excitement, and I threw my legs
in the air and groaned loudly as I came. Then, he pulled away. "The pilot light
was out," he said. "It'll take about an hour to get enough hot water to shower."
"Want to join me in that shower?" I asked. Smiling, he nodded. ---Kelly R., San
Francisco, CA
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