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Authors name: Anonymous Author (No Address)
Story title : The Garage
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THE GARAGE (MF, mother/son, inc)
by Anonymous Author
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Kevin seemed to have been disappearing quite a bit
lately, doing things in the garage on a daily basis. He
was out of school, and I knew that it was hot in the
garage in summer. I wondered why he didn't spend more
time around the pool like the rest of us.
One day, I decided to investigate.
I waited until he had been in the garage for about ten
minutes, then I carefully opened the door from the
kitchen. The garage light was on, and surprisingly, it
wasn't extremely hot, just a little warm. I couldn't
see Kevin anywhere. I heard a muffled noise from behind
a row of shelves that my husband had installed a few
years ago, and carefully crept over to the end of the
shelves.
Kevin didn't see me, and obviously hadn't heard me open
the door. He had no idea that I was there. His back was
to me, but I knew that he was masturbating. I could see
the rhythmic movements tightening his back muscles as
he sat, facing the garage door. His shorts were pulled
down to his ankles, and his knees were drawn up.
The sight shocked me at first, but strangely it excited
me also. I couldn't see exactly what he was doing, but
I knew he was jacking off. I felt a stirring in my
crotch. Something that I hadn't felt since my husband
Jack had left us for another woman almost two year
before.
I felt disgusted with myself, I was getting turned on
watching my son jacking off, something that I knew
teenagers did. I knew it was normal, and that what I
was feeling wasn't.
I just stood there, wondering whether to go upstairs
and finger myself to a mind-blowing orgasm, or finger
myself as I watched my son's muscular back tighten and
relax and his arm moved slowly up and down his cock.
I wanted a better look, a good, close-up look at his
cock. I knew that it was wrong but the sight of my
handsome teenage son in the throws of passion made my
mind numb, and my body so aroused that I couldn't help
myself. He was only 18 and couldn't help what his
hormones were doing to him. I had turned 43 not three
days ago and should have been able to control mine.
I reached inside my pants and found the elastic band to
my undies. I reached into and rubbed my fingers over my
bush, shivering at the luscious feeling of sinful
pleasure, then I parted my cunt lips with my fingers,
imagining my son's erect cock thrusting in between
them. I moaned involuntarily, and Kevin suddenly
whirled around toward me, a look of terror on his face.
"Mom! What? ... What are you...?"
He was facing half toward me; I could see his hairy
balls nestled between his legs. They were two large
orbs surrounded by a fleshy sac speckled with dark
brown hair. The skin was stretched over the orbs. The
warmth in the room must have made them hang low between
his legs, I thought.
I guess the sudden interruption and the sight of me
standing there like that shocked him. He froze for
fully thirty seconds, staring at the twitching movement
of my hand in my pants. I knew that I should stop this
perverted display of my lust; that my son would never
again be able to think of me as before.
Then I gasped as he reached down and touched the
purplish head of his dick. I couldn't see it very
clearly, but it was glistening from pre-come that his
manipulation had coated it with. He looked into my eyes
as he swirled it around the head of his dick.
Then he put his fingers around his cock and began to
stroke it. I couldn't stand the sight of him doing
that, it was making my so hot I thought that I might
faint. I began to really finger myself, I pulled my
pants all the way down to my ankles and inserted one
finger into my cunt and began to really finger myself
hard, another moan of pleasure escaped my lips.
"Kevin," was all I said.
He turned fully toward me and stood up, his shorts
around his ankles. His hard cock stuck straight out at
me, framed by a mass of pubic hair.
He stood open-mouthed, staring at me, at my fingers
that I kept rubbing myself with even though I knew it
was so very very wrong.
"Take them all the way off," he said, his voice husky.
I stared at his fat cock, which was sticking straight
up at me and throbbing in time with his heartbeat.
I kicked off my loafers and then stepped out of my
shorts and panties, then took off my halter-top. My
clothes now a pile at my feet, standing in front of my
naked son, staring at his throbbing cock that was
pointing up at me and seeing the look on his face, I
was so excited and so very frightened.
"God, Mom, you're beautiful," he said. His voice was
soft, and the look in his eyes was gentle, but filled
with lust.
"Uh, you're pretty handsome, yourself...I..." I stopped
masturbating as a rush of guilt submerged my arousal.
He shrugged. "I don't care, Mom."
He took off his shirt and stepped out of his pants and
shorts. He looked at me.
"Suck me," he said.
I was shocked, crushed. My son shouldn't have said that
to me, it was something that I had caused by my lewd
display. But to my shame I wanted to.
I took a few steps toward him and knelt between his
legs. His cock was right in front of my face. His big
balls hung low, and I reached up and cupped them in my
hands, running my fingers over the velvety soft skin. I
put my tongue right at that place where his cock met
his balls, in those little folds of skin left wrinkled
by the cock pulling the skin upward.
"Hey, lick my balls Mom, that's great, wow," he gasped.
Shamefully I ran my tongue across one veined, hairy
part of his sac, feeling the moving, egg-shaped orb
beneath my tongue. Then, I did the same to the other
half of his fuzzy nuts.
I licked his thigh, then moved back to his hairy balls.
He was moaning, telling me how good it felt. The salty
taste and the feel of his balls in my mouth were too
much for me. I reached down and began fingering my
clitoris as I continued to suck off my son.
I looked up at him as I licked his balls as I did it.
He was looking down at my face as my tongue repeatedly
darted out, tasting the skin around his cock.
"Oh, God, Mom, what a sight!" Kevin said.
I moved my tongue up, licking the shaft as I went,
feeling those big purple veins on the tip of my tongue.
I licked all the way to the big, throbbing purple head,
and just opened my mouth wide and took him in as far as
I could.
When it reached the back of my throat, I swallowed
hungrily, tasting his dick. It was just like when I'd
done it to my husband Jack, he felt and tasted just
like Jack. I wrapped my hand around the base of his
teenaged cock and stroked upward gently. He grabbed the
back of my head and thrust his hips forward, choking me
with his purple-headed monster. (Just like Jack used to
do.)
I plunged one finger into my cunt, and I shivered all
over as I came. The dirty image of my own son fucking
my mouth in the dirty garage just put me over the top
and I convulsed as I had the most intense orgasm I can
ever remember having in my life.
My son groaned, pushing his cock even further into my
throat. I felt the first jet of come down my throat.
Then spurt after spurt filling my mouth. I swallowed
most of it, but some of my son's come ran out of my
mouth and down my chin. I looked up at my son, my face
full of come.
Finally, he pulled his still-throbbing cock out of my
mouth. I still knelt in front of him. He reached down
and pulled me up to stand beside him. I was breathing
hard, and I could feel his hot gasping breath on my
cheek as he turned toward me.
"Wow, Mom, that was something else!" he said. He
reached over and touched my cheek, turning my face
toward his. He looked down at my tits, and with one
hand, reached over and gently stroked my hard nipples.
I nodded. "We've got to try that some more," I said
weakly. "Is that OK with you?"
He frowned, and then smiled in his joking way. "OK," he
said. "You talked me into it."
After that, I always helped Kevin with things he had to
do in the garage.
T H E E N D
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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