Mom's Bobby
Even before puberty I knew he enjoyed watching me.
When I was dressing, coming out of the shower, anything
at all. Just as long as he could see my breasts, my bare legs,
or my butt, he was happy. And I had indulged him, letting
him look, without him knowing.
Occasionally when roughhouse playing, I would make sure
he accidentally felt where I knew his hungry eyes had looked.
And of course I managed to feel him.
When this first started was when his small penis would get
erect when I changed his diapers. I would look at it and become
aroused.
Many times I had massaged it, secretly glad and excited
the way it would stiffen in my hand. I would place it in my
mouth and suck and it gave me such a thrill.
Every once in a while he would let loose with his pee in my
mouth. At that age, he didnt understand what I was
doing. I loved it and played like it was his sperm. He giggled
and kicked his legs when that happened.
As he grew older, I would wash his cock when I gave him baths.
I did this long after he needed help. His cock would always
get hard.
On the pretense of washing him, I would move the washcloth
up and down. He would close his eyes and lay back in the tub
and I could tell he enjoyed it. But I missed having his cock
in my mouth.
Later when he would come out of the shower, I would see him
hard but by then I had stopped fondling him. But I always
looked and I knew he saw me looking. I watched it grow in size
and I longed so much and dreamed of sucking his cock.
With the onset of puberty, when he was twelve, I held back
from what had been playful and sensual for both of us. He
was getting taller, now just a head shorter than me. Perhaps
I was scared, not knowing how he would feel, or scared of
my own thoughts and actions.
I had not had sex since my divorce and I thought of my son more
and more.
It may seem strange but I had not liked giving my husband
blowjobs. All I could think about was sucking Bobby.
I felt Bobby was mine and my husband was an outsider who only
wanted sexual relief for him self. It eventually had cost
us our marriage.
For this last year I found it harder and harder to restrain
my self. And I knew Bobby looked at me every chance he had,
which I let him do. I could see his pants bulge up when he did
that. It always got me excited. But I was unsure how he would
take it if I advanced on him.
All those fears ended one Saturday morning. Bobby was taking
a shower and I walked in naked and started washing my hair
in the bathroom sink. I was leaning over the sink watching
through the mirror to see when he came out.
When through, he came out with a big hard on, which I saw through
the mirror. Since he had seen me naked many times before
he was not shocked or surprised.
I slowly wrapped a towel around my head.
Help dry my hair, Bobby, allowing him
time to gaze at my naked body.
In the mirror I could see him looking, his erection very
noticeable. Somewhat nervous I smiled at him. He looked
up and smiled back.
He didnt say anything in response, but moved up
close behind me. He took the towel I was using to dry my hair
and, using both hands, lifted my hair up behind my neck.
Slowly, in a way that had my legs shaking with nervousness,
I spread my legs as he began to dry my hair. I moved my butt
back against him. His cock slid between my legs and pushed
up against my pussy. I moved forward then back again and
he began slowly pushing his erection against me.
Our eyes met in the mirror, locked on to each other, seeking
approval. As he continued to move back and forth against
me, I countered his movements by swaying my hips back and
forth, giving him the impression it felt good to me.
I spread my legs further and his cock slipped into my now
wet pussy. He needed no further encouragement.
Dropping the towel he was using on my hair, he reached in
front of me cupped my breasts, gently massaging them. My
nipples became hard and erect as he pressed them between
his thumb and fingers.
He kissed the back of my neck as I pushed my ass back towards
him. He let go of my breast and grabbed my hips and I leaned
farther over the sink. Just the thought of what we were doing
brought me to a wild climax.
All too quickly his cock blew his lovely sperm into me. We
stood in that position for a few minutes as he kissed my back.
I loved the feel of his cock as it slowly went soft.
The ice had been broken and we had taken the step that would
lead to my long awaited fantasies and desires. I turned
around and raised his mouth to mine and kissed him full on
the lips, my tongue probing inside his mouth.
We stood in each others arms kissing and feeling
the curves and crevices of each others nakedness
as his cock rubbed against my cunt and hairy pussy. I clamped
my legs around his cock and felt it come to life.
We still hadnt said a word. Turning, I took his hand
and walked him into my bedroom. I had to have that cock in
my mouth.
He lay on the bed as I straddled his legs. My mouth descended
on that lovely cock as I started sucking my Bobby up and down.
That feels so good, Mom. Ive dreamed of
you doing this for so long.
So have I, Bobby. I always loved sucking you even
though you probably dont remember it.
Now I knew it was all right, that I would have the love of my
life to enjoy from this time on. I had waited so long for my
Bobby to grow up and satisfy my needs. We slept togeather
from then on as I molded his actions to my satisfaction.
He loves to eat my muff.
That was five years ago and now hes a senior in high
school. We are trying to decide where to go to college. I
too will go back to school, as I cannot be without my Bobby.
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