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  My closet doors were mirrored, so I lay down on the carpet in front of them and scooted close. I spread my legs wide so I could see my pussy in all its glorious detail.

  The cream from my slit had coated my inner thighs. I hadn't been so worked-up in ages. My heart pounded a mile-a-minute as I positioned the tip of the dildo over my clit, and slowly rubbed it up and down my folds.

  The most I'd ever inserted into myself was a finger or two. Sometimes, if I was feeling especially horny, I'd improvise a dildo with the handle of my hair brush. My vagina was snug, and it had never devoured anything as huge as the artificial cock.

  I fondled my nipples with one hand and gently probed myself with the other. The tip of the dildo slipped between my lips and vanished. Even that tiny effort left me gasping and sweaty. There was a sweet mixture of pleasure and pain all rolled into one. I had to take a little breather before I continued.

  When I was ready to go again, I looked at myself in the mirror and bit the corner of my lower lip. "Fuck me, Jack," I murmured to myself. "I want you to fuck me with your big, hard cock. Stick it in Mommy all the way. I'm a good girl. I can take it."

  Uttering those taboo words aloud turned me on like never before. A pulsing gush of nectar flowed from my pussy. The extra lubrication helped me nudge the dildo even deeper.

  I wish I could say I shoved it all the way into my cunt that day. But it took longer to break myself in than I expected.

  Each night—after I was sure Jack was fast asleep—I would strip naked and open the bottom drawer of my dresser. Hidden in the back, inside an old tampon box, was my dildo. I didn't think Jack went through my stuff. He respected my privacy too much. But just to be on the safe side, I decided this special hiding place was the best deterrent for prying eyes.

  Over the course of the next week, I gradually stretched my pussy wider. Then, one evening, with a trembling hand and a heaving chest, I took every last inch. The fake, jiggly scrotum pressed snug against my anus.

  "I took all of you inside me, baby," I whispered to myself. "Mommy's a champ, isn't she. I'm such a ... aaah!"

  My orgasm raced through my body like a wildfire. It was so intense that I had to pull the pillow over my face to muffle my cries. Jack was a light sleeper, and his room was on the other side of the wall. The last thing I wanted to do was wake him with my moans.

  He might come charging into my room to find out what was wrong. What would I say to him when he saw me lying naked with an oversized dildo protruding from my dripping cunt?

  Actually, the thought of him standing over my bed turned me on even more. I came a second time as I imagined him watching me fuck myself.

  Needless to say, my plan to ease my sexual frustrations wasn't working. I was only getting more worked up. Even worse, the joy that my huge toy had brought me was short-lived. All it did was make me crave a real cock.

  I wanted my pussy filled properly.

  I wanted my son, thick and hard, between my lips.

  But how was I supposed to propose the idea to him? I couldn't just go up and say, "Oh, hi Jack, how was your day at work? Will you take off your pants so I can suck you off?"

  The poor boy would be horrified. He might even take me to a doctor so I could get psychological help.

  But then again … maybe not.

  There were more than a few times when I caught my son checking me out. Especially during those lazy weekends when I wandered around the house wearing nothing but a loose, oversized t-shirt. The outfit doubled as my night dress, and it slid off my shoulders an awful lot. When it was cold outside, my nipples were clearly visible through the fabric.

  I always believed that the looks my son gave me were purely affectionate. But lately there was something else in his eyes. Especially in those difficult weeks after he broke up with his high school sweetheart.

  Suddenly the two of us were in the same emotional boat. I understood the poor boy's pain better than anyone. His girl had cheated on him with his best friend.

  All I could do was comfort him with hugs and let him know that everything would be all right. A good looking boy like him wouldn't be single for long. He was inconsolable, of course.

  As I held onto his big strong body and stroked his hair, I found myself growing wetter by the moment. That's when I came up with a very naughty plan to help ease some of his loneliness.

  And some of mine.

  *

  Jack had to work late on Friday, so that gave me some time to put my plan into action. I'm not the world's greatest cook, but that didn't stop me from whipping up something simple and tasty for dinner. My son loved grilled cheese sandwiches and it didn't take a genius to make those.

  I also whipped up a big batch of margaritas. Even though Jack was 19 and couldn't legally drink, I didn't think it would matter in the privacy of our home. I did "accidentally" go overboard with the tequila in the blender. But with a little extra lime juice, the difference was hardly noticeable.

  I welcomed my son home after a long day and told him we were going to have a special Mother-Son movie night, like we used to have when he was a kid. If only he knew how "special" the evening was going to be.

  While he took a shower, I put the finishing touches on the meal. Then I ordered us a movie from Netflix. Long gone were the days when we watched Disney films together. This time I chose something with a little more zing; something risqué. I knew he didn't like foreign films because they involved too much reading, so I made sure this one was dubbed into English. The reason we were watching this particular foreign film was because it had several erotic scenes. That, combined with the margaritas, would hopefully put my son into a very susceptible mood.

  I know I probably sounded like a scheming bitch. But Mommy gets what Mommy wants. And at that moment I was feeling far from maternal. I'd transformed into a cock-hungry beast. And I wanted the biggest, fattest, most forbidden cock of all.

  Jack came into the kitchen, clean and sparkly from his shower. He was topless and still fiddling with his t-shirt, so I had a nice long look at his toned body. It took everything in my power to not jump into his arms, wrap my legs around his waist, and hump myself against his washboard abs. Eventually he pulled on the shirt and flattened down his damp hair with the palms of his hands.

  He came over and gave me a kiss on the top of my head as I scraped the first two grilled cheese sandwiches from the pan.

  "Hey, these are my favorite," he said. "What's the special occasion?"

  "I thought it would be nice to give you a treat after a long, hard week at work," I replied.

  I set out the food on a couple of plates and poured a generous serving of spiked margarita into a tall glass for him.

  He held it to his lips and hesitated. "I thought you didn't like me to drink."

  "Well, my little boy is all grown up. You're going away to college soon. I think you're ready to do a few grown-up things, like share a drink or two with your old mom." I batted my eyelids innocently. "Of course, if you don't like the taste, you don't have to have any. I won't be offended if you don't enjoy my special concoction."

  He took a big sip and gave me an approving nod. "This is delicious, Mom."

  "I'm so glad you like it."

  To be honest, I'd done more than my fair share of sampling as I prepared the mix. I had a bit of a buzz going on, which I hoped would give me some extra courage for the task at hand.

  We settled down with our dinners in front of the TV. Jack groaned when the French credits appeared on the screen.

  "It's not that bad," I chided. "This edition is dubbed in English."

  "Which means their lips won't match their voices. Are you sure you don't want to try an action flick instead? It's not too late to change your mind. Kung Fu goes perfect with grilled cheese."

  "No," I said firmly. "It's important that you expand your horizons with a little culture. Don't be afraid to try something new and different."

  "French films are so boring," he moaned.

  I snuggled up to him
. "This one isn't. I promise. Besides, I've wanted to see this film for ages. And I can't think of a better person to watch it with."

  I gave him a big greasy kiss on the forehead.

  "Ew, Mom, that's so gross! You've got cheese on your lips."

  I laughed and wiped the oily spot away with my napkin.

  Throughout the meal I was an attentive hostess. I brought him additional napkins and more sandwiches. I also kept his tequila-heavy beverage topped up.

  The drink didn't take long to kick in. Halfway through the movie he started to slur his words, and there was a glassy look to his eyes. Just like his father, Jack grew affectionate when he had a bit of alcohol in his system. After several oversized servings of margarita, he became extremely cuddly.

  I didn't mind in the least.

  I cleared the dishes away and curled up in his arms.

  "You remember when we used to watch Disney movies together?" he asked, stroking my arm.

  I nodded and nestled against his chest.

  "Why couldn't we watch one of those cartoons instead? This flick is boring as hell."

  Almost as soon as the words were out of his mouth, an especially erotic love scene appeared on the screen. I felt his whole body stiffen in response. I wondered if something else had stiffened in his trousers too. Even I was surprised by the graphic nature of the film. As the couple fucked on screen I could feel a growing dampness between my legs. I was very much aware of my son's arms around me.

  "Are you sure you want to watch this movie?" he asked. Suddenly he found it difficult to meet my gaze.

  "I'm positive," I said. "Why? What's wrong?"

  "It seems rather raunchy." He was getting flustered, which I thought was adorable. This big hulking man, with all the confidence in the world, was blushing on account of a little simulated movie sex.

  "Oh Jack, stop being so old fashioned." I reached down to rub his thigh. And then I added, "It's not like either of us haven't done those things before."

  My statement hung heavy in the air. He went very quiet after that.

  I didn't remove my hand from my son's upper leg. If I stretched out my fingers, I knew I could have brushed against the bulge of his crotch. I wasn't one hundred percent certain, but I think he was growing more erect as the scene played out.

  The music changed and we were back to the dead boring drama again. Jack downed the rest of his drink in a single swallow. I took that as my cue to freshen his cup.

  "I don't think I should have any more," he burped.

  I made a sad face and pretended to be hurt. "You don't like the way I make the drink?"

  "Mom, I told you already, it's delicious." He paused to hiccup. "It's just that the room is starting to spin."

  "That's the movie making you feel that way," I said, ignoring his protests as I topped him up again.

  When I returned to my place on the couch, I stretched out beside him and placed my head across his lap. "You don't mind if I use you as a pillow, do you?"

  He flinched a little as I wriggled to make myself comfortable. Then he took another long swig from his glass. Eventually he relaxed. Not long after, he began to stroke my hair. I loved the way his hands felt as they moved across my head. Through the reflection in the TV, I could see him looking down at my body.

  I wore a tiny pair of shorts that showed off my smooth, toned legs. The way I was curled up on the couch made the back of my shorts slide down my hips. I wasn't wearing underwear beneath. I didn't doubt for an instant that my son was able to get a good look at the top of my buttocks, and the crack of my ass.

  Another erotic sex scene came on the screen. This time I felt the distinct lurch of Jack's cock against my cheek. I don't blame his reaction. The couple was really getting it on, even steamier than before. I could hear my son's breathing quicken. He hadn't stopped stroking me since I lay down. I was like a big kitty in his lap. Now he began to caress my ear, and the side of my face.

  I reached up and rubbed my hand along his inner thigh. His erection continued to grow beneath me. Even through his jeans I was amazed at the size of him.

  I lifted my head a little, enough to reach up and tug on his zipper.

  "What are you doing?" he mumbled.

  I looked up at him. There was a confused, disoriented expression on his face. He was swaying ever so slightly. The massive dose of tequila was finally taking effect.

  "Shh," I whispered. "Just relax."

  I pulled his zipper down the rest of the way and unbuckled his belt. He wore a black pair of boxer briefs that clung to his body. His cock strained against the fabric like a race horse at the starting gate. I stroked him and marveled at his size. The tip of his penis had already nudged its way over his waistband. I couldn't resist leaning closer and taking a tiny lick.

  His hips gave a little lurch and he moaned. But he didn't try to stop me. The sound of panting and the slap of flesh came from the TV. From the corner of my eye I could see the buttocks of the hero bounce up and down as he fucked the heroine beneath him.

  Ever so gently I tugged at my son's waistband and freed his trapped member. Oh God, I had so clearly underestimated the size of his cock when I shopped for a dildo. I hadn't taken into account how much more he would grow when he was fully erect.

  My mouth watered in anticipation of what I was about to do next. His thick shaft pulsed in front of me. He smelled of soap, and of a rich, warm musk that made me dizzy with lust. I stretched out my tongue and licked him from the base of his shaft to the underside of his pink mushroom head. Jack shivered beneath me. I continued to lap at him until he glistened in the flickering light from the TV.

  I kissed the tiny opening at the top of his cock and wriggled the tip of my tongue against it, as if I was trying to tease out his cream. Then I softened my lips and made his head vanish into my mouth.

  He let out a groan of pure pleasure. I glanced up to see that his eyes were closed and he'd leaned his head back against the cushions. His mouth formed an "O" of ecstasy. And I'd only just begun.

  Ever so slowly, I began to push my mouth around him. He was bigger than my dildo and I had to stretch especially wide to take him all in. I lapped at the tender underside of his penis, eliciting little grunts of delight each time I did.

  I wanted my son to feel so good. I wanted to show him what a talented woman I was. He didn't know about all the cock sucking I'd done in my youth, but he sure as hell was about to benefit from all the stuff I'd learned. I worked him like a pro, pushing him all the way back into my throat.

  Luckily, I'd learned to suppress my gag reflex, so after a little gentle pushing I was able to wrap my mouth around the base of his shaft. I gagged a little and tears streamed from my eyes. But it felt marvelous to swallow him whole. His cock was everything I imagined, and more. The mascara was running down my cheeks, but I didn't care.

  "Oh, Ellen," he groaned. "That feels so good."

  I was startled that he'd used his girlfriend's name. But it was hardly surprising. How many times had he told me that I was her spitting image? And now that he was totally drunk, who was to blame him for thinking that he was getting blown by his ex-girlfriend.

  I curled my hands around his shaft and began to stroke his soft flesh, up and down. A steady stream of precum began to trickle from his opening. I lapped up the sweet fluid like it was candy.

  "Come for me, baby," I whispered. "Please come for Mommy. I want to feel you all over my tongue. I want to taste you on my lips."

  Both his hands were on the back of my head now. He began to control the speed at which I gobbled his cock. His breathing was raspy. His hips pressed upwards against me as he forced more of himself into my mouth.

  He gave a final groan and erupted. A hot blast of sperm caught me in the back of the throat. I could feel his shaft bucking and pulsing against my tongue. Jet after jet of his cream filled my mouth. I couldn't believe how much there was of him. I swallowed as much as I could, but I couldn't keep up with his eagerly spurting penis. Some of his cream leaked out
. It dribbled down his shaft and onto my chin.

  He gave a final sigh and his hands fell away from my head. His whole body seemed to sink into the cushions; all the energy was drained from him after his orgasm. As the minutes passed, he began to shrink in my mouth. I continued to suck at his head, milking every last drop that I could. I polished his shaft clean, savoring the pleasant tang of his cum. My tongue snaked out to corral the creamy remains on my chin.

  I'd never experienced a blow job quite like that. I'd never tasted cum that was so thick and tasty. I knew right then that my son had spoiled me for any other man. My heart, and my mouth, belonged to my boy.

  The tequila had really taken a toll on him. Perhaps I'd misjudged the amount required to get him pleasantly wasted. His head lolled and I could barely understand what he was saying.

  "C'mon, honey, maybe we should get you to bed."

  I gently placed his cock back in his boxers and hoisted him off the couch. He had a good hundred pound advantage on me, and I nearly crumpled under his weight before he found his balance. As he stood, his jeans fell down around his ankles. He awkwardly stepped out of them and nearly fell over onto the coffee table. I caught him just in time.

  With his arm around my shoulder, the two of us shuffled down the hallway to his bedroom. He dropped onto the mattress, landing face-first on his pillow. This wasn't exactly how I expected the evening to end. How was I to know that the mixture of tequila was too potent for him?

  I rolled my son onto his back.

  "The room is spinning," he mumbled, and threw his forearm across his eyes.

  As I stood over him, I wondered what he wore to bed. He didn't seem like a pajamas or sweatpants kind of guy. I decided to make an executive decision and determined that he probably slept in the buff.

  I must confess to another thrill of excitement as I tugged his boxer briefs down his legs. His spent cock still looked glorious as it lay in his lap. Even in its soft, docile state there was something imposing and assertive about it. I ran my tongue around the inside of my mouth. I could still taste the faint traces of his cum.

  Removing his t-shirt was a bit of a struggle.