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Subject: Title story: "MY SON FIXED MY LIGHT" Author: Incest Mom 51060904
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Date: Tue, 09 Aug 2005 04:15:01 +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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