Chapter 2

“Simon? Where have you been?”

The boy had tried closing the front door quietly, but winced as he heard his Mom call out. “Around the neighborhood, Mom.”

His mother, Bonnie von Trocken, came around the corner, a tall and imposing brunette in her late thirties wearing slacks and a button-up shirt that strained to hold in her D-cup breasts. “You’d better not have been hanging around any kids...”

He held his hands out in a warding gesture. “No, Mom! You told me ... I remember.”

The woman gave him a measuring look. “Well, good. Are you hungry?”

“Yeah!”

After a ham and cheese sandwich and some chicken noodle soup, Simon pushed back from the table and winced.

His mother noticed. “What’s with your hand?”

“I slipped and fell on my wrist ... my happy wrist, Mom.”

She sighed. “Well, can’t you use your other arm?”

He looked at her hopefully. “I’m no good with that hand. I’m not ambi ... ambi...”

“Ambidextrous?”

“Yeah!” he smiled. “Wait ... isn’t that a type of sugar?”

She got up and sat next to him, noting the bulge in his jeans. “That’s dextrose. How do you remember that, but not ambidextrous?”

He shrugged. “So you’ll help?”

She reached over and unzipped him to fish out his hard member. She took it in hand and started stroking. “Have you found someone else to help you with this yet? My new job will keep me out of the house during the day, remember.”

“Yeah, I remember. I think maybe?” he moaned as his mother masturbated him. Mrs. Davison had said not to tell anyone what happened, but as long as he didn’t mention her name, he figured it was okay.

“Maybe? And it’s someone older than you, right?” Her arms moved in practiced, steady up and down motions.

“Yeah.”

Bonnie felt her nipples getting hard. While she did her best to keep things clinical when she had to help her son, as he could only make himself ejaculate so many times in a day, there was still a very large, very warm cock in her hand, and her body was getting to the age where it was filling with hormones, demanding sex in order to make the most of her remaining viable eggs. She felt her mouth water as she continued masturbating her son’s sizable member. “Are you getting close?” she asked him.

“Umm ... not yet.”

“Is there a problem?” She continued stroking.

Simon thought back to Mrs. Davison’s breasts as they peeked out through her robe. “Could you ... take your shirt off?”

His mother stopped moving. “Simon Beauregard von Trocken!”

He reddened. “I’m sorry, Mom! Your ... um ... boobs look really nice, and I think seeing them would help me get there faster.”

Bonnie thought for a moment, though she did resume stroking her son. “Did your new friend show you hers? I’m assuming it’s a woman.”

He nodded.

She suddenly felt something wash over but couldn’t identify it. Well, whatever it was, it helped make her mind up. She let go of his dick and unfastened her blouse, pausing a moment to consider the line she was crossing before she pulled the fabric from her shoulders.

Simon gasped as his mother’s large, torpedo-like breasts were revealed, valiantly restrained by a satiny beige brassiere. He admired the pale flesh of her shoulders and chest, and the deep cleavage revealed between those delicious-looking knockers, and half-closed his eyes in pleasure.

Bonnie had been getting good at knowing when her son was close. She dropped her head forward and took the tip of his cock between her lips. She had learned the hard way that her boy ejaculated a LOT, and without a ready towel, her mouth was the next best thing.

“UhhhooOOHH!” Simon cried out, and Bonnie felt his hot cum roar into her mouth, burst after burst of sperm-laden semen filling it. She gulped in preparation for the rest of it, barely able to keep it all contained. She gulped again ... there was so much! Finally, the last dregs dribbled out, and she gave the tip a small suck to pull those last drops out. “Uhhmmm...” Simon droned beatifically.

She gulped the rest of it down. Her son’s cum was somehow always so tasty. Well, I don’t need lunch now, she remarked to herself. “I’ll be out on a date tonight, Simon, so you’ll have to fend for yourself for dinner.”