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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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