Special Sweets from the Shamen

Thank you for reading my short story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

Please note that I am a British female, and I write in British English and vernacular, so for me a fanny is the correct term for female genitalia, a pussy is a pet cat, and the ass is a bum or arse.

I apologise for any typo errors in my story - I edit these myself, and I'm not perfect...

It had been six months since Mike had left for his tour of Europe and Asia, and I had missed him terribly whilst he had been away. I had sat at home waiting for his texts and photo's, living from day to day as his adventure unfolded for him. He had said he would be home this week, but not which day, it depended on how his hitchhiking across Europe went.

I had feared it would be several days and yet my day was tinged with excitement, hopefully my son would be home very soon. The front door opened and I leapt to my feet, there he was, standing in the hallway. I rushed to him and hugged him tight.

"Hello baby," I said kissing his forehead and just squeezing the essence out of him.

"Hi Mum, I did better than I could have hoped. I got a lift from a lorry in Paris that came all the way to Bradford, the trip to Shipley from there was easy, I just jumped on the bus." He said as he hugged me back.

"Do you want a drink, a shower, some food?"

"I will go and get a shower Mum and I'll find some clean clothes, all mine are a bit in need of a wash."

"Don't worry about that, I can deal with your washing, you go up and grab a shower and I will see you back down here when you feel clean."

He kissed my cheek and headed off upstairs. He had plenty of clean clothes in his room, I would leave him to shower, no eighteen-year-old teen wants his Mum to wash him, that was for when he was a baby.

I took his bags into the kitchen, I didn't open them, he could do that when he came down, I would then wash them over the next few days. I put the kettle on and made a pot of tea. I took it into the lounge with some mugs and some milk and sat on the sofa waiting for Mike to come down from his shower.

He wasn't long, and when he came down, he was just wearing a long shirt that went down to just above his knees. I say just wearing a long shirt, I assumed he had underpants on too.

"In here baby," I had called to him as I heard him on the stairs.

"In a minute Mum, I just want to get something." He went in the kitchen, and I heard him going through one of his bags. He came into the lounge and sat next to me on the sofa. I poured him some tea and myself some too and then turned to him.

"Well?" I asked, "how was it, was it everything you wanted it to be?"

"Oh yes Mum, it was, but I did miss you, so I have bought you a present, well actually, it is something we can both take." He handed me a small canvas bag tied up with string. I undid the string and pulled the bag open and looked inside. There appeared to be a number of sweets inside.

"What are these baby?" I asked, "not drugs are they, I haven't touched them since college."

"Gosh no Mum. The Shamen I got them from said that they would enlighten the taker and bring a feeling of pleasure. I thought we could share them, take one each and see if he was telling porkies and ripping me off for my five rupees or whether he was being genuine."

I must have looked sceptical. "Oh look, I'll take one first Mum." He said and put his hand in the bag and pulled out one of the sweets and popped it into his mouth.

I could see him rolling the sweet around his mouth, the shape of it pressed against his cheek and then he smiled.

"Take one Mum, they are fine."

I put my hand into the bag and took one and put it into my mouth. There was a tingling sensation on my tongue that lasted a short while, and then it dissipated and I felt a sense of euphoria, I was convinced at this point that it was some sort of drug. If he had been stopped at the border he could have ended up in jail.

I began to feel quite warm, and the feeling of happiness spread throughout my body, and I realised I was getting a tingle in my groin and that I could feel my nipples pressing against my bra, and that was most certainly unexpected. Looking at Mike I could quite clearly see that he was in a state of arousal. Goodness, what was in this sweet?

"I really missed you Mum," Mike said, his hand on my thigh, "that was the hardest thing, being away from home."

"You must have met a lot of girls out there baby," I said trying to tear my eyes away from his bulge. My heart began beating faster and I knew that I was soaking wet, my God, this is ridiculous I thought. I should not be getting feelings like this about my son, I wash and cook and clean for him, that is as far as it goes. I tried to banish the thoughts that were filling my brain.

'How big was his dick?'

'Was it really hard?'

'How big were his balls, did they hang low?'

Stop it, stop it, I chided myself, not helped by Mike's hand squeezing my leg perilously close to the very top of my thigh.

He leant across to me and kissed my cheek, and as I turned to him, his lips found mine and pressed against me, his hand scrunching my skirt in his fingers.

"Oh God Mum," he said in between kisses, "I feel, I don't know Mum, I feel something I guess I shouldn't."

I know what I felt, I felt feelings I shouldn't feel. My hand rested on his lap, his hard dick against my palm, Mike sighed and he pushed his lap upwards.

"Yes Mum, that, I feel that, I am sorry."

I felt it too and I realised that I was not sorry, not in any way. I pulled his long shirt up and he was not wearing underpants, his dick was very hard and in my hand. He gasped and held his breath. I pushed his foreskin down, the first foreskin I had touched in years, wondering if I had healed over, it had been so long.

I felt his fingers on my knickers, rubbing along the side hem, touching the sensitive skin at the top of my thigh and it was my turn to gasp.

"Mum," he said as his fingers pushed under my hem and touched my crease, his pressure driving me wild.

I pushed his hand away and stood up. I reached down and took his hand and pulled him to his feet and pulled him through the lounge door to the stairs. I was the oldest, I had to take the lead. In my bedroom I pulled his long shirt off him and he stood in all his tumescent glory before me.

I stepped back from him, and I undid my blouse, pulling it off and laying it on my chair, and then, without a thought, I undid my bra and took it off, exposing my breasts to him for the first time since I had breastfed him as a baby. I undid my skirt and let it fall and then I pushed my knickers down. I was naked, hot and needy.

I pulled the quilt cover back and got on to the bed.

"Come on Mike," I said holding out my arm, "this body isn't going to shag itself."

I had no idea how experienced he was, he had girlfriends before he went away, and apart from the chat I had with him around his thirteenth birthday about sex, we had never discussed it since. I really had no idea if he was a virgin or not. I would probably find out soon.

Mike came over to the bed, his face flushed with excitement and he lay next to me, turning to caress me and kiss me, a hand stole down my side and reached across to my crease, teasing between my lips it ran along my valley, my wet valley, until it found my clitoris and then it gently pressed and released, pressed and released. Not a virgin.

I gasped, I sighed, by back arched, my nipples felt like missiles, what was this? This was not normal, not for me. I enjoy sex, but this was at a level beyond anything I had experienced. Besides which, where had these urges come from? I have never, not even in my deepest dreams, had sexual thoughts about my son, why now, was it that sweet?

He bent down and began to blow gently along my crease, my breath held in my throat, and then his tongue dipped between my lips, running through my labia, giving me a sensual tickle, my fanny clamping and griping in anticipation. He moved and straddled me, his dick staring at me from just above my face and then his lips sucked my fanny just before his fingers pressed inside me.

I gasped and jerked up and my mouth sucked his dick inside, my tongue resting along his length as I drew him deep into my throat, using my hand to pull back his foreskin, feeling his rim on my tongue, I tried to curl my tongue around his glans, trying things I had never done, feeling at peace with my arousal in a way that I have never done before.

I felt his fingernails run along the walls of my fanny, crossing my little ridges and bumps inside, I felt everyone, it was as if he were making a map of my insides. His teeth clamped my clitoris and pulled, and my head flew backwards, his dick almost leaving my mouth as my orgasm threatened to explode, no, not yet I screamed in my head, not yet.

He began pumping his fingers in and out of me, finger fucking me like some early boyfriend when I was in my teens in the back seat of his Dad's car, his unused fingers pressing across my arse, teasing, threatening. I tried to get his dick back in my throat and as I sucked him in, his hips began moving and he was fucking my throat, deep, past my tonsils, my breath halting as he pushed in, gulping in air as he pulled back.

I was laying almost helpless on my bed. His dick was fucking my throat, his fingers fucking my fanny, my buttocks were clenching, my heels pressing down on the mattress and my hands splayed to the side clutching at my sheet. He began to go faster and faster and I knew he was close and then before I could really get a handle of where he was at, I felt the cold spurts of his spunk down my throat, forging a path to my stomach.

My muscles gave way, my lungs exploded, and I screamed my release as my orgasm erupted, pleasures shooting through every fibre of my body, pressures releasing, electrics sparking as the biggest orgasm that I had ever had was let loose upon me.

I gasped for air and lay back, Mikes softening dick on my mouth. He rolled to the side, his fingers vacating my fanny leaving it feeling cold and void. As his dick moved, it left a trail of spunk across my cheek. He turned and lay next to me, pulling me into his arms.

"Give me a minute Mum," he said.

I lay back, thinking, trying to understand what had just happened. It wasn't just sex, that had been the most powerful sex I had ever had, and he hadn't even had his dick inside me, I could not understand it. Was that sweet some kind of aphrodisiac? Surely not, if it had been then we would have heard about it, it would have been on the market already, or banned, one or the other.

Was it simply a combination of missing my son, who had returned as a fully grown man, and the fact that I hadn't had any meaningful sex in years. I had no idea.

Mike turned to me and kissed me again, his tongue pressing passed my lips into my mouth, my tongue pressing his and I felt his dick growing in hardness at my side. He rolled and covered me, and I felt him slide his dick along my crease and then he lined up with my entrance and applied pressure, his dick slowly entering me, filling me, pushing my petals out of the way.

His stomach pressed against mine, his balls between my thighs, his dick fully inside me, pressing hard at my depth, his dick and my fanny the same size, as if they were made for each other. He began to withdraw, my fanny emptying, my breath holding in anticipation. His dick stopped by my entrance, my petals fluttering around the end of his dick.

He pushed back in slowly, inch by inch. I could feel his foreskin move along his dick, I could feel a pulse moving within me, and then I felt the pressure of the end of his dick as he filled me once more. I exhaled and took another breath, clutching at my sheet as he began to withdraw again. Again, he held at my entrance and then his eyes bored into mine, I could not tear my gaze away and he slammed in hard.

I gasped, I shrieked, his dick thumping hard against my insides, his belly slapping against mine, the crack of the slap echoing around my bedroom, and he withdrew as quickly as he pushed in. I was just getting my breath when he slammed in again, and again and again, moving faster, pressing harder, testing the limits of my depth, his balls smacking against my thigh as his stomach slapped against mine.

Every thrust had me gasping alongside the sound of the slaps, my breasts were heaving on my chest as I struggled to breathe, my mouth was open in a big round circle, my tongue flapping uselessly as I was rocked on the bed My pleasures were in full flow, electrics pulsing through my body, my pressures at breaking point. "Mum," he whispered.

"Yes baby," I gasped.

"I'm going to fill you Mum," and I felt his spunks pouring into my fanny, flooding my womb as his ejaculations emptied his balls inside my body. I could not stop myself, I was not in control of my body as I shrieked, screaming again as my second orgasm erupted, my back arching high in the air, forcing his dick deeper with in me, until my muscles relaxed, my nerves calmed and I lay back on the bed utterly spent.

I just wanted to sleep, to recover, Mike lay on me, his weight on his elbows, his dick still inside me.

"Give me a minute Mum," he said.