Chapter 1

I’m Margo Chiverton; a lone Mother with my son Ben away at a private college.

I live in a small town where I have a good job with an accountancy firm and although I’m an attractive brunette with a shapely slim 5’6” figure, I choose to mostly conceal it, as I have no intention of attracting another wrong man. Oh I could I enjoy being admired just I can admire the body of any attractive man; but I have Ben now; he’s my pride and joy.

My life was moving along just fine until recently I returned to my empty home from a very hot day at the office which has no Air-con. My clothes still felt tacky on me and I was aching for a shower.

Entering my kitchen I immediately slip off my heels and discard my pencil skirt, then drinking a glass of chilled water, I shed my blouse. Then going to my room I pause at the open door, sensing someone’s presence! All I could hear was the sound of the hall clock ticking - a slow tick- tock ... yet I knew somthing was wrong? It didn’t sound like Tik- Tok ... in my mind it was ... TicK Cock?

Cautiously, I peer in. I’m shocked, for there lying on my bed, in only his vest is ... Ben!

At first I thought he looked in pain.

In one hand he held my panties while with the other he held a very large cock and he was masturbating!

I was stunned, stood there in bra and panties, my mind struggled with the facts; Ben was on my bed; holding my panties; masturbating over me! My pulse ran riot.

Then he saw me. His expression took on shock; and then resentment.

“Mother ... how could you ... spying on me ... like this?” he accused bitterly.

Maternal empathy drew me to him as I sat on the bed beside him to explain. “Ben no, please! You mustn’t think I was spying!” I’ve just this moment come in and about to have a shower!

Stroking his head, I crooned, “Ben! I had no idea you were due home yet ... how could I darling?”

Suddenly calling him ‘darling’ seemed complicated, realising the light he now saw me in.

His eyes are searching my face for the truth; then widen as they focus on my white bra.

“Well ... maybe so,” he sulks... “but you’ve still made me look foolish appearing suddenly like you did...” he says putting a warm arm on my bare shoulder and murmuring, “ ... still, it is good to see you like this. Do I get a welcome home kiss?”

His lips offer me a forgiving kiss. I offer mine and somehow Ben makes that kiss deeper than is decent. I pull away to break it.

Suddenly I feel improperly dressed sat beside him, but Ben calmly lies back and closes his eyes, so I try to relax. I see his hand still held my panties; guiltily my gaze shifts to his naked torso; which is ... so manly!

He’s filled out so – broad and muscular – his skin toned. But most of all I’m in awe at his handsome endowment; which already easily outstrips his father’s cock! I’m so tempted to touch him; but no! No!

His balls too, they are big and heavy. He sure had grown some since he’d been away. But suddenly I realise Ben has seen me looking at him! I blush with embarrassment.

Ben smiled at me thinly and I meekly offer to get the kettle on for tea; his hand suddenly held my wrist. Now Ben gave a soft smile; his tone more assertive,

“No don’t go mom.” he said looking at me closer now, “Help me with this; help me finish what I was doing; before you rudely interrupted me.” His voice had a hard edge to it.

Aghast, my heart beats in alarm,” Ben! ... you can’t ask ... I can’t do that!

He gazed at me confidently with his good looks saying levelly, “Just this once you can; if you weren’t spying; and that you do care about me.”

Anxiously I search his face for direction. “Ben, I do care, you know I do! ... but If I did that...”

Ben’s brown eyes glinted as I faltered,” I need you too show me you care.” he stated while placing my trembling hand round his firm warm shaft.

Mesmerised I complied! I felt myself juicing up below as a way of humiliating shame passed through me.

“Please; no Ben,” I pleaded as he set my hand in a piston motion.

Then knowing I had no choice I whispered, “Please close your eyes Ben; and I’ll try.”

He did as I asked. Then as my trembling hand worked, I felt the perspiration beading on my blushed face. I know this is so wrong yet so sensually sexy and his cock feels gorgeous in my hand. His hand gropes my thigh while moaning in ecstasy. I hold his big balls with my spare hand and when I squeeze them; he groans.

The thrill in my groin is something I’ve not felt for so long and I was panting hard. Bens hands have lifted my bra, allowing my swollen breast to drop free! I moaned with pleasure.

A heady excitement builds between us as I feel his climax building in my hand. Spontaneously my mouth encased him. He let out a cry of ecstasy!

His cock went all the way down into my throat; which I have never experienced before. I was suffocating. His balls, which I still held, began jerking out jizz into my throat; triggering my own heavy climax!

Our muffled cries chime out in unison as I eagerly swallow his hot slime.

Ben then let out a mournful cry and slumped into an apparent stupor. I drew away in a daze. We had both got so carried away but now It was over; as suddenly as it had begun.

Silently, I left him for the bathroom. There, as I looked into the mirror with my thoughts amok, the guilt closed in upon me. What an aberration! An utterly disgraceful aberration.

...

The following morning it seemed as though breakfast was passing in mutual denial. Probably, he was as embarrassed as I and simply wanted it all forgotten. We padded around each other in our dressing gowns getting toast and tea.