(Author’s note: this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person(s) living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual situations in this story are at least 16 years of age. The character of ‘Sandra’ was inspired by Xev Bellringer as she appeared in her video, “Being Inside Mommy’s Mouth.” This work is copyrighted and may not be distributed in any way by any person(s) without the expressed written consent of the author.)

When Tim got home from his date his mom was still up, sitting in the living room watching TV as he walked past. Even though he wasn’t in the best of moods he couldn’t help but notice how she was dressed and how hot she was. She was sitting with her legs crossed and her hands in her lap, her long, light brown hair hanging down in front of her. She was wearing a pair of mauve stretch pants that fit her like a glove with a thin white cotton short sleeved pullover shirt with a row of five buttons on the front. The shirt fit her just as snugly as the pants, with the first three buttons being open and showing her cleavage, the bright pink bra she was wearing under it easily showing through. A pair of black flat shoes completed her outfit. At 37 years of age his mom was still smokin’ hot, with a killer body and a very full pair of ‘DD’ cup breasts that caught the attention of every man in sight whenever she went out. He stopped to talk to her, leaning against the door jamb as he spoke.

“Hi, Mom,” he said dejectedly.

“Hi, honey,” Sandra, his mom, said, smiling at her 18-year-old son. “How was your date?” she asked, already knowing the answer. She could tell by the way he was acting and his tone of voice that his date had not gone well.

“Fine, I guess,” Tim said, shrugging.

“Did things not go as you wanted, sweetie?” she asked, her voice soft and consoling.

“No, they didn’t,” he replied, smirking.

“What happened?” she asked.

“It’s what didn’t happen, to be honest,” Tim replied, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

“Did she leave you high and dry, honey?” Sandra asked, getting right to the point as usual. His mom had always been a straight-talker, never one to beat around the bush, and tonight was no exception. They had been having open and frank conversations all his life, so he had no problem talking to his mom about anything and everything, including sex.

“Yeah, she did,” Tim said, frowning. “She is such a cock tease, Mom!” he said, the frustration he felt boiling over and showing itself. “I mean, we’ve been dating for six months now, and still nothing! What’s wrong with me, Mom? Why doesn’t she want me like I want her?” he asked, the pathetic tone of his voice breaking her heart.

“It’s not you, honey, really it’s not,” Sandra said, still smiling at him. “Some girls are just like that; I don’t know why, but they are,” she explained.

“I’m about ready to give up on her,” Tim said, looking over at her, having calmed down a little.

“Don’t do that; not yet, anyway,” she said. “Don’t make a decision like that when you’re upset; wait until tomorrow when you’re calmer and can make a decision without your emotions playing a part,” she said.

“Yeah, I guess,” Tim said, nodding. She looked at him without speaking, knowing exactly what she needed to do next. What her son needed her to do, and desperately at that.

“Why don’t you let me take care of you and make you feel better? You know, the way I used to?” she asked, hoping he’d say yes. Tim was a little surprised at her words but pleased as well; it had been a long time since his mom had taken care of him the way she was talking about, and he’d missed it. And if he ever needed to be taken care of by her, tonight was the night.

“I thought you said you weren’t going to do that anymore,” he said, lowering his voice.

“I did, honey, but I think it’ll be okay if I did it just this once, just to make you feel better” she said, looking into his eyes. “Don’t you want me to?”

“Well, sure I do, but...” Tim replied.

“But nothing, honey,” she said, uncrossing her legs and standing up, her big breasts standing out proudly from her chest, the cups of her pink bra under her thin white shirt almost bursting at the seams. She put her hands on her shapely hips as she continued.

“You go to your room and get ready, and I’ll be right there. I need to get something out of my bedroom first,” she said, her eyes sparkling as she smiled at him.

“Okay, Mom,” Tim said, returning her smile. Then he turned and walked away, heading down the hallway to his room to get ready. Sandra followed him down the hallway, heading for her room as he turned into his.

Once in his room Tim quickly changed out of his jeans into a pair of light cotton lounge pants, kicking out of his shoes and taking off his socks and underwear as he did. He left his t-shirt on as he lay down across his bed on his back, his hips at the edge of the bed and his feet flat on the floor, his heart beating in anticipation of what was about to happen. A few seconds later his mom appeared in the doorway, a sly smile on her face as she saw him lying on the bed.

“Are you ready, honey?” she asked, smiling down at him, her eyes bright and sparkling.

“I’m ready,” he replied, nodding as he propped himself up on his elbows, a smile on his face. Sandra walked over to the bed and stood between his outspread legs, putting her hands on his knees as she knelt down, then sat on her haunches. She looked down at the slight bulge in his lounge pants, her smile getting bigger as she ran her hands up his thighs to his crotch, rubbing his cock firmly through his pants.

“It’s been such a long time since I felt your big, hard penis in my hands,” she said, her voice soft and sultry as she massaged the quickly growing lump beneath the palms of her hands. “I just love the way it feels when I rub on it, growing bigger, thicker, and harder beneath my touch,” she said, looking up at him and smiling, her eyes hooded with desire as she gripped his cock through his pants. She squeezed firmly, closing her eyes and sighing as she did, then opened her eyes as she reached into his pants and wrapped her fingers around his hardening cock. She pulled it out and held it up in her hand as she pushed the fly of his lounge pants out of the way, gripping it firmly and pumping slightly as she did.

“Your hand feels good,” Tim said, smiling at her, “really good!”

“I’m sure it does, honey,” Sandra said, returning his smile. “And your penis feel good in my hand, too!” she said, her eyes sparkling. She could feel her nipples getting hard and her pussy getting wet as she pumped his cock in her hand, feeling it growing and expanding in her grip. A thought occurred to her, and she looked up at him as she spoke again.

“How long has it been since you’ve had this done to you, honey?” she asked, her voice still soft and sultry.

“Since the last time you did it,” Tim replied.

“Oh, honey, that’s way too long!” Sandra said, her dismay showing on her face. “I’m going to have to be careful to make sure I don’t make you cum too quickly,” she said, pausing as she looked at his cock in her hand as she pumped it slowly, griping it firmly. “I want both of us to enjoy this for as long as possible!” she continued, looking up at him and smiling.

“Thanks, Mom!” Tim said, returning her smile. He was just thinking the same thing; his mom’s hand felt wonderful gripping his cock, and he knew he was going to have to really concentrate on holding back and not blowing his load all over her hands too soon.

“But, you know, if you do cum too soon, there’s nothing that says I can’t do this again later on,” she replied, looking him in the eyes and smiling. “After you’ve had a little while to recover, that is,” she said, pumping his cock a little harder and a little faster.

“Even though you said you were only going to do this just this once?” he asked. Sandra paused for a moment before answering.

“Yes, honey, even though I said I was only going to do this just this once,” she replied, smiling, her voice soft as she gripped his hardening cock in her hand. “If you want me to do this again, then yes, I’ll do it. All you have to do is ask, because I’ll do anything to make my son happy,” she said, meaning it.

“You like it too, right, Mom?” he asked.

“Yes, honey, I like it, too!” she replied, her smile turning into a grin. “Now let’s get these pants out of the way, okay?” she said, releasing his cock and reaching up to grab the waistband of his lounge pants. She pulled them down over his hips, making sure to lift them up over his hard cock. Tim lifted his hips to help, and she slid them down his legs and past his knees, pushing them down to the floor.

“There! That’s better!” Sandra said, wrapping her hand around his cock again and picking up where she had left off, gripping his cock tightly and pumping it in her hand. A few moments later a big drop of clear precum appeared at the tip of his cock, pushed up there by his mom’s pumping of his cock with her hand.

“That’s a good sign,” she said, her smile broadening as she saw the precum. “Tells me you’re more than ready,” she said, making Tim flinch when she ran her thumb over the head of his cock to spread the slippery fluid around.

“Ungh!” Tim grunted as she ran her thumb over the tip of his cock.

“Sensitive as ever, I see!” she said, giggling as she ran her thumb over the tip of his cock, making him jump again.

“Wow! Holy shit, Mom!” he said, gasping as she continued what she was doing. Laughing, she reached up and gripped the base of his cock tightly with her other hand, pumping more precum out of him and spreading it around with her thumb.

“Just wait until after I’ve made you cum; you’re really going to be sensitive then!” she said, giggling again and smiling as she looked up at him. “And yes, I’m going to rub the tip again just like I’m doing now!” she said, giving him a devilish grin while continuing to rub her thumb over the tip of his cock.

“Oh, man!” Tim groaned, gritting his teeth as his mom rubbed the tip of his cock with her thumb. After a few more moments of this delicious torture Sandra stopped rubbing her thumb on his cock and pulled her hand away, keeping her grip on the base of his cock with her other hand. She reached down beside her and picked something up from the floor, and when she brought her hand back up Tim recognized the bottle of very expensive and very slippery lubricant that she’d used on him the last time she’d done this.

“I think that’s enough teasing for now,” Sandra said, looking him in the eyes and smiling as she flipped the cap open, “it’s time to get serious!” she said.

With that she held the bottle over the head of his cock and turned it upside down, squeezing some of the thick, clear gel out and letting it fall onto the head of his cock. The gel was cold and made Tim gasped, which made Sandra chuckle. She put the bottle down and then began spreading the lube over the head of his cock and down onto the shaft, wrapping her fingers around the head and sliding them down slowly. She brought her other hand up and did the same thing again, sliding first one fist and then the other down onto the head of his cock, down over it, and then down his shaft. She looked up at him and smiled as she spread the slippery gel down onto his now rock-hard shaft, pausing only to pick the bottle up and squirt some more lube out.

After Sandra had her son’s cock completely covered with the lubricant she grabbed his cock with both hands, gripping it firmly as she began sliding her hands up and down the hard shaft. Tim watched as his mom slid her hands up and down on his shiny, slippery cock, her hands making squishy noises as she slid them up and down. His precum was flowing like a river now, his mom rubbing her thumb over the tip to spread it around every now and then. She was looking at his hard cock in her hands, a sly smile on her face as she stroked the hard shaft, then looked up at him as she spoke.

“I just love the way your penis feels in my hands, honey,” she said, her voice soft and sultry, just dripping sex. “So big and thick, and so hard! I’ve never seen a man’s penis get this hard before, not even your father’s!” she said, looking him in the eyes as she slowly but firmly stroked his cock with both hands. “Do you like what I’m doing to you?” she asked, catching him a little off guard.

“Yes, I do, Mom, very much,” he replied, nodding. “It feels great!” he said. He was still lying back on his bed propped up on his elbows watching as his mom slowly and deliberately jacked him off, his cock and her hands glistening with the lubricant.

“Well, it feels pretty great to me, too,” she replied, smiling as she slid her hands slowly up and down on his hard cock, gripping it firmly. “I can feel the blood pumping through it, and I can’t wait to feel it pumping out all that thick, white cum!” she said, her smile broadening.

“You keep doing what you’re doing and it won’t take long!” Tim warned, meaning it.

“Oh, no, you can’t cum yet, honey, not yet!” Sandra said, smiling and shaking her head, slowing her hands down a little. “I’m not ready for you to cum just yet. I’m not done having fun with you!” she said, her eyes sparkling as she slowly stroked his cock.

“This feels way too good for it to end ... not just yet, anyway,” Sandra said, gazing down at his cock in her hands and then back up at his face as she continued. “Don’t worry, honey, I’m going to make you cum, but I want both of us to enjoy it for as long as possible!” she said, a seductive smile on her face as she continued sliding her hands up and down the length of his cock.

She fell silent for a minute or two, looking at her son’s hard cock in her hands as she slid her fists up and down, marveling at just how good his hard cock felt in her hands. Her pussy was soaking wet by now and her nipples were so hard they hurt, and not for the first time she wondered just how good her son’s cock would feel in her mouth – or better yet, her pussy.