Chapter 1

My husband Carl and I were watching TV when our son Billy walked into the living room wearing nothing but his skivvies and his earbuds while sporting a rather impressive erection. Billy is eighteen and not a little kid anymore, mentally, physically, or in the genitalia department. My husband with his usual laissez-faire attitude was chuckling.

Billy didn’t look at or acknowledge us as his head bobbed to the beat of the music only he could hear. He went over to the DVD collection and spent some time picking out the one he wanted to watch. Then nonchalantly turned and went back to his room. I looked at my husband wide-eyed with my mouth open, “Did my son just walk in here with an erection and half his cock sticking out of the waistband of his underwear and not even acknowledge we were here?”

“He certainly did and I noticed you could not take your eyes off of it.”

I answered gruffly, “Why I never.” Then I smiled, “Well yes, I did look. My god Honey, his cock is almost as big as yours. I never thought...”

Carl interrupted me, “Never thought. I bet you’re thinking about our son’s cock right now, aren’t you?’

If nothing else Carl has always been a tease and liked to wind me up just to see how I react to his crazy talk.

I fumbled for my words and my hands fluttered, “Well, of course, it was right there in front of me. How can I not think about it?”

Carl put his arm around me and pulled me into a tight hug and whispered in my ear, “Do you want to touch it. Maybe you would like to suck it. You know, give him his first blowjob. What do you say, Alice, do you want to show our boy a good time?”

Carl was definitely trying to wind me up and wanted to see me get all flustered and sputtering as I denied having any carnal thoughts about my son. But I felt a tingle between my legs that disproved any denial I might make. I decided it was time for payback.

I put my hand between Carl’s legs and squeezed as I whispered into his ear, “You bet I would, Honey. If only he would give me the chance. I might even fuck him. Damn, he looked so hot. If I was you, I would not leave me alone with him. If he comes around with that hard-on sticking out like that again I will drop to my knees for him.”

I expected Carl to laugh at how ridiculous I sounded. But he didn’t.

Carl didn’t have his teasing face on when he said, “Would you really? God, I would love to see you suck his cock.”

I was not quite sure if Carl was kidding this time or not. We had done a little swinging here and there throughout our married life so seeing me suck a cock other than his would not be a new experience for Carl. But wanting to see me suck off our son was a radical thought even for my ultra-liberal-minded husband.

I thought I better give my husband a dose of reality, “Look, Carl, there isn’t any chance of that happening and you would scare him half to death if he saw you watching.”

“Yeah, you’re right, he would if it was his first time. Why don’t you try to get him alone and see if you can seduce him into dropping his drawers and let you suck it? If you did it for him a few times it would not bother him as much when you invited me to watch.

I slapped Carl’s arm playfully. “Oh, come off it Carl, you are being silly. I’m going to bed.”

“Okay, my love. I’ll be up in a few minutes.”

I went up to bed and thought how ridiculous Carl had been to think I would get on my knees and suck my son’s cock just so he could watch. Then he would get all wound up and drag me off to the bedroom and fuck me. But if he did that, where would that leave Billy? Standing in the hall with his dick in his hand? I guess I would have to fuck them both. I chuckled to myself as I thought how stupid that scenario was. I fell asleep picturing a cock sticking out of a pair of briefs.

Chapter 2

A week went by and Carl did not bring up the subject of me sucking my son’s cock and there were no further instances of my son walking around in just his briefs. I occasionally thought about that night and our conversation but put it aside as Carl just being Carl.

That is until Sunday afternoon and Carl was out with his friends for his bi-weekly golf game. I was vacuuming the living room when Billy came out of his room and headed for the kitchen. Again he had his earbuds in and his head bobbing along to the music with his cock sticking out of the top of his briefs. The kid was oblivious to his surroundings when he was listening to his music.

Billy had the refrigerator door open when I went up behind him and pulled an earbud out of his ear. He turned around looking surprised to see me standing there. I stood with my arms folded and glared at him.

“Oh hi Mom, didn’t see you there.”

I looked down and pointed at his cock head and another two inches of his thick cock sticking out of his briefs.

Billy looked down to where I was looking. “Oh shit Mom, sorry.” Then he smiled. Actually, it was a smirk.

I thought I would let him know that I didn’t think it was that special, “You think you have something I have not seen before? Something special?”

“No Ma, but I bet they were not this big.” Brian pushed his briefs down and let his eight-inch cock flop out for me to see. I really wish he hadn’t done that.

Apparently, my son was pretty proud of his size. I guess he never saw his fathers. I thought I better let him know he was not that special. Well, it’s not bad but Buddy Ingalls is bigger and so is John Bascom’s. Oh, and there were a couple of black guys that I knew that certainly are bigger.