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Subject: story: "MY SON FIXED MY LIGHT" {Fm, inc} 759642
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Date: Mon, 20 Apr 2009 20:35:35 +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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