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A Lump in Her Throat
by Nick Green (nicholastgreen@yahoo.com)

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A short, intimate, and somnambulistic moment between 
mother and son. Comments are welcome. (Fm, ped, reluc, 
inc, 1st, oral)

***

Kelly woke to a lump against her cheek. Groggily, she 
remembered lying on the couch, her head on her son's 
leg, and falling asleep to a movie. His soft heartbeat 
always put her out quick. His arm held her at her 
midsection. The warmth on her belly was his hand, 
inside her partly opened robe.

Had his slight snoring woken her? The comforting sound 
was a rare one. Kelly had never heard her son snore. 
It had been years since she heard her ex-husband 
snore; any man, actually. Her heart melted as his 
husky, peaceful breathing and deep rumbling reminded 
her of her own father. Her boy sounded just like him.

Knowing now that she was safe and secure, Kelly 
allowed herself to stay half-asleep. She moved her arm 
on top of her son's, snuggling him closer and resting 
her cheek into the lump.

Dreamily she opened her eyes to a smooth, chiseled man 
on the TV screen. A stacked blond was kissing his 
rippled abdomen. Late-night cable with soft, but 
quick, music filled the room. The only illumination 
was the false candlelight on the TV. The movie must 
have finished and was followed by soft porn. Or had 
her son changed the channel? That surely would explain 
the lump. It suddenly dawned on Kelly that the lump 
was not a hip or leg.

But so big?! Kelly squelched the thought, but it was 
too late. Memories of his father's girth filled her 
loins. Once again, she admonished herself for thinking 
of her ex-husband. Kelly had struggled for years to 
raise her son sweetly, hoping that he would be a nice 
boy, not a complete and total asshole.

Obviously, her son had inherited some traits: smart, 
fast, and growing taller by the day. Growing? Good 
lord, he's only 14! He shouldn't... yes, he should. He 
came back from his father's with a brand-new shaving 
kit, didn't he?

Growing hair? Was he no longer the cute, smooth-
skinned little boy she used to tease and tickle? Yes, 
she had watched him mowing the lawn earlier. His chest 
was a skinny smoothness punctuated by... pecs, 
nipples, abs, and belly-button. He must have been 
working out with his father. He was considerably more 
muscular when he returned and no longer pale.

The couple on the TV were really going at it now. The 
blonde was on her knees, the young god behind her. The 
sound was turned to high. The pulsating music and the 
actors' moans seem to beat into her and draw her out. 
Her heart was suddenly in time with the thrusts that 
shook the blonde's large, hanging breasts.

Her little boy was no-where near as ripped as the 
actor. Kelly glanced down into the lap her head lay 
in. Barely hidden by the tent-peaked, open fly of his 
boxers was a patch of wrinkled pink. Just a peek and 
Kelly closed her eyes, embarrassed. The vision burned 
the insides of Kelly's eyelids; accompanied by a mild, 
musty smell. No tangy sweat, just warmth... and 
hormones.

Old, old memories of love and comfort flooded over 
her. This time, Kelly let them come. And she let 
herself look. It was dark pink she saw, and she knew 
it was soft. She always liked looking. 'Who doesn't?' 
she told herself. And who would know?

Kelly exhaled hot breath and watched a light, fuzzy 
shiver. She gasped as the soft, wrinkled patch of 
scrotum, only inches from her mouth, moved – shrank – 
and the lump pushed against her cheek. Kelly knew the 
wetness seeping between her thighs wasn't sweat from a 
warm summer night.

Her son held her protectively. His hand was on her 
skin, holding her ribs and stomach. His snoring was 
light and even: peaceful. His cock, her son's cock, 
was large and hard.

Kelly's nipples rose through the satin of her robe. A 
breeze from the AC snuck in and the sudden chill 
extended her nipples further. A wet spot grew on her 
cheek and saliva filled her mouth. When was the last 
time she had tasted a man? The first time had been 
very similar to this.

Kelly pushed her son's arm higher, sliding on her 
smooth skin to rest under the crevice made by the 
bottom of her bra-less breasts. Letting her arm fall 
across her chest, hiding her nipples, her hand fell 
naturally on his bare thigh. The peach-fuzz of his 
young leg tickled her hand. His cock responded again, 
though his breathing never changed.

Emboldened, she wanted to see his cock. Was it as 
large as her - HIS - father's? She reasoned that she 
had a right to know. Shouldn't a mother be aware of 
her child's physical condition? Maybe it was because 
she hadn't seen one in so long. Maybe because the 
smells made her feel warm; no... HOT. Maybe because it 
was a young man, taboo, her son. Her pussy told her it 
was all of the above.

Kelly brought her hand up to the hardness pushing 
against her face. Her fingers laid at the base of his 
cock and his balls grew into the heat of her palm. 
Unfortunately, his shorts were still in the way. 
Wriggling her fingers into the fly of her son's 
boxers, Kelly felt the curve of his shaft.

Yes, it was large. It took eons for her thumb to wrap 
under the base. Yes, he was big, bigger than her ex! 
She could barely fit her hand around it! Kelly 
rejoiced in motherly pride, savoring the moment of 
touching her son. Encircling the base, her reaching 
hand moved the hardness. She parted her teeth and felt 
the pressure of what MUST be the bulging head push 
into her cheek.

Her roving had pulled open her robe. A naked breast 
draped lewdly over her son's hand. With her other arm, 
partly trapped beneath her, she pushed his hand 
further up. His thumb brushed against the nipple. An 
orgasmic shock twisted through her body. She moaned as 
a wave of love and need broke over and through 
whatever reservation she had left. Juice ran from her 
lips, trickling warm across her thigh.

Kelly shifted her head in her son's lap. The open 'O' 
of her lips poised over the bulb that strained against 
his shorts. Carefully tugging at the base, the cock 
slid under the thin material, inching closer to the 
open fly. Her son's cock was a living, pulsing 
creature. She yearned to release it. To deny it would 
be to deny her own love.

The monster sprung erect in front of her. It was wide 
and Kelly gasped in awe of it. He was thick, but not 
long: amazingly, beautifully perfect. It stood at 
attention for her, but if she wanted it, she would 
have to take it.

Kelly squeezed the base. A crystal-clear bead of pre-
cum rose from the tip and slid down the head of her 
boy's gorgeous, young penis. The drop paused at the 
edge of his engorged crown. Slowly, she brought it to 
her waiting mouth. Her tongue stretched out in 
anticipation of that salty drop; a flavor she ached 
for.

Kelly laid the large head on her tongue and sweetness 
blasted the tip. Their tips were connected. She needed 
more. Saliva drooled over the cock as her lips spread 
around it. Her tongue molded to the curving head. 
Sucking, she brought him deeper, excited by the long-
lost pressure filling her.

She had no idea her boy could taste so good. It could 
only be right for a woman to taste this; to taste her 
son and feel his cock on her lips. With a swelling 
heart and unabashed love, Kelly took her boy's 
fullness into her mouth. Resting her head again, she 
opened wider, letting the length of his cock slide 
deeper until the thick head pushed against her throat.

Her breasts swelled with love and comfort as she let 
his warmth lay in her wet mouth. His pulse was loud 
inside her. Her son's throbbing organ swelled even 
bigger and Kelly orgasmed again, as thick cream burst 
in her throat. She took it all, trying to swallow and 
not succeeding as her son's cum continued to shoot. 
His sperm flowed down into her belly.

Kelly heard a slight moan behind her and held her 
son's penis still as it shrank. Feeling guilty at her 
greed, she finally released him and tucked his cock 
back into his shorts. Looking up, she saw that he 
appeared to be still sleeping.

"Love you, Son. Good night," she whispered.

Dreamily mumbled, she heard, "Love you, Mom..."

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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