Straight Female / 49
It is Wednesday today and my daughter and I have just said our goodbyes to my 23-year-old son, Lynden, who is flying to a neighboring city. He recently graduated from college with a B. Comm and is starting his first real job as a business professional. We are both so proud of his successes at college and also in sports. Giving him a huge hug as he was getting ready to enter the Security Area at the airport, he turned to me and said, "It's okay, Mom. Don't worry about it. See you at in sex months at Thanksgiving." Of course, my daughter, who herself is a college student and two years younger than Lynden, turned to me and said, "I wonder what he meant by that, Mom?" Wiping the tears away from my eyes as we walked towards the exit and to the airport parking, I just replied that I wasn't quite sure. But it was a lie. I knew what he was telling me. I didn't want my daughter to know the truth so I just lied and said that I guess he was sorry that he had to leave so soon. After all, he was just back from college for a week and now he is gone again. She accepted my explanation and that was that. But the truth lies in what happened last Saturday as I will explain now.
I was soundly asleep last Saturday night when at 1 o'clock in the morning, I woke up to the sound of a car door slamming. As I listened intently, I heard the front door open and close and then the sound of someone going down to the basement. I immediately knew that Lynden had returned from a party he had attended. We only have a small house with no spare bedroom, so I had put up Lynden in a corner room of the basement. It was small and cozy but provided all of the essentials for his short stay. We used to have a much larger house before my husband left me a couple years ago and I had to downsize. Anyways, I got dressed and went downstairs to check on Lynden as any good mother would do. Well, it was obvious that he was pretty well intoxicated - pissed, as young people say - as there were clothes strewn around the area - on the bed, on the floor, and his personal belonging were mostly on the floor. But what really shocked me was Lynden himself. He was lying on the bed completely naked except for that silly armless undershirt that he seems to favor. I know that Lynden hardly drinks much so the liquor must have hit him hard. He was asleep with one leg dangling precariously over the side of the bed. As I walked over to check on him, my eyes focussed on his naked hairy crotch. Something came over me and I took hold of his penis with one hand and his balls with my other hand and I fondled them over and over. I haven't been so sexually aroused in a very long time. I didn't think about it was right or wrong to do this to my son. I just did it. His penis was so warm and soft while his balls were rough and hairy. I have small hands and it took both of them to hold his genitals completely. I immediately began masturbating his penis first with my hands and then with my mouth but I could not make his penis erect. It was only after several minutes of rubbing and sucking that it finally hardened enough that I could properly perform oral sex on him. And even to do that, I had to pull his foreskin back on his penis so far - past the knob on his penis - so that my lips and tongue could properly stimulate the bare tip of his penis. Time seemed to stand still as I performed this immensely intimate sex act on my own son. But what broke the silence and startled me is when I heard a voice say, "Mom, is that you?". Lynden had woken up and had raised his head slightly as if wondering what the hell was going on. Of course, he was absolutely groggy and had no idea that I was performing a sex act on him. Having caught me completely off guard, all I could say was something like, "Yes, it's Mom; now go back to sleep." I covered him up and left the room. However, I laid awake on my bed for a very long time, replaying the events that had occurred, before finally falling asleep.
I am still not one-hundred per cent sure that Lynden knows what I did to him last Saturday. Perhaps, I misinterpreted his comments. What I do know is that it had been a couple years since I had any real sexual intimacy with a man. I really needed it and Lynden provided it so beautifully well.
------A Grateful Mom.
I was soundly asleep last Saturday night when at 1 o'clock in the morning, I woke up to the sound of a car door slamming. As I listened intently, I heard the front door open and close and then the sound of someone going down to the basement. I immediately knew that Lynden had returned from a party he had attended. We only have a small house with no spare bedroom, so I had put up Lynden in a corner room of the basement. It was small and cozy but provided all of the essentials for his short stay. We used to have a much larger house before my husband left me a couple years ago and I had to downsize. Anyways, I got dressed and went downstairs to check on Lynden as any good mother would do. Well, it was obvious that he was pretty well intoxicated - pissed, as young people say - as there were clothes strewn around the area - on the bed, on the floor, and his personal belonging were mostly on the floor. But what really shocked me was Lynden himself. He was lying on the bed completely naked except for that silly armless undershirt that he seems to favor. I know that Lynden hardly drinks much so the liquor must have hit him hard. He was asleep with one leg dangling precariously over the side of the bed. As I walked over to check on him, my eyes focussed on his naked hairy crotch. Something came over me and I took hold of his penis with one hand and his balls with my other hand and I fondled them over and over. I haven't been so sexually aroused in a very long time. I didn't think about it was right or wrong to do this to my son. I just did it. His penis was so warm and soft while his balls were rough and hairy. I have small hands and it took both of them to hold his genitals completely. I immediately began masturbating his penis first with my hands and then with my mouth but I could not make his penis erect. It was only after several minutes of rubbing and sucking that it finally hardened enough that I could properly perform oral sex on him. And even to do that, I had to pull his foreskin back on his penis so far - past the knob on his penis - so that my lips and tongue could properly stimulate the bare tip of his penis. Time seemed to stand still as I performed this immensely intimate sex act on my own son. But what broke the silence and startled me is when I heard a voice say, "Mom, is that you?". Lynden had woken up and had raised his head slightly as if wondering what the hell was going on. Of course, he was absolutely groggy and had no idea that I was performing a sex act on him. Having caught me completely off guard, all I could say was something like, "Yes, it's Mom; now go back to sleep." I covered him up and left the room. However, I laid awake on my bed for a very long time, replaying the events that had occurred, before finally falling asleep.
I am still not one-hundred per cent sure that Lynden knows what I did to him last Saturday. Perhaps, I misinterpreted his comments. What I do know is that it had been a couple years since I had any real sexual intimacy with a man. I really needed it and Lynden provided it so beautifully well.
------A Grateful Mom.
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