SHE FELL IN LOVE WITH HER TEENAGE SON
8
“Good because there’s a football team picnic next Sunday and I need a date,” Tommy said hopefully.
“It’s a deal.”
Tommy sighed with relief. Everything was going to be okay.
Tommy’s high school football team was hosting a farewell picnic for the graduating seniors, their parents, and girlfri–ends.
Tommy wasn’t planning on attending, because he didn’t have a date.
He knew that all of the boys would bring a date. He didn’t expect any of them to come with their parents.
Suddenly, that didn’t matter to him anymore. His mom would be his date.
*
Several days later, Tommy was home alone. It was a warm afternoon and he had just finished cutting the grass so he decided to take a cool shower.
He went into the bathroom, leaving the door carelessly open and undre–ssed, then stepped into the clear glass shower stall.
He flipped on the shower, gasping as the cool water hit him.
Soon, he was enjoying the refreshing feeling of the cold water.
As he began to so–ap himself, he began to think of his mom.
Suddenly, he had a ra–ging ere–tion. He so–aped his hand and worked up a lather on his long d–k.
His eyes were closed as he leaned back on the tile of the shower stall, with a vi–sion of his bea–utiful m–om in his m–ind.
Just an in–ch more, he thought exc–itedly of the nip–ple he had almost touched.
Sue had decided to take off work early that day. When she came into the house, she called out to Tommy.
When she didn’t hear him answer, she figured he might be taking a nap.
She went upstairs to ask him if he wanted to get a movie for them tonight. As she walked down the hall, she turned and looked into the open bathroom.
Suddenly, she stopped in sh–ock. Her eyes were as big around as saucers when she saw her s–on in the sho–wer, his ey-es clo–sed and his ha–nd wor–king up and down on the lon–gest p—nis she had ever seen.
Sue shook her head, and tried to pull herself away but her legs wouldn’t move.
She felt excit–ement in the pit of her stomach and a quiv–ering betw–een her thi–ghs as her ey–es sta–red tran–sfixed on Tommy’s lo–ng p–is.
“Oh God, s–k me,” Tommy whispered to himself as he str–ked his p–is.
His breath was coming in short ga–sps as he nea–red his cl–max.
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“Oh yes, yes, s–k my… Mom,” he gr–aned.
His lo–ng p–nis thr–obbed and a str–eam of c–m shot from the he–ad, spa–ttering all the way out of the sho–wer st–all and onto the tile on the floor.
Sue felt like she was going to pass out as she wat–ched her son cli–max. She could feel her p–ss li–ps thro–bbing and ju–ice was po–uring into her pan–ties.
One hand absently mo–ved up to her bre–st and began to squ–eeze as her le–gs ru–bbed together.
For some reason, Tommy opened his eyes. He gas–ped when his eyes met his mother’s.
However, it was too late to stop his cl–max.
His hand continued to move on his p–nis until there was nothing left in his scr–otum.