When Daddy's Away Ch. 06

Chapter 6

Amber and Tyler had stayed up for a little while longer after they had mutually masturbated, awkwardly watching a movie together. They remained silent, both of them processing what they had just done together. They both felt dirty, and both of them secretly just wanted to sneak away to the safety of their respective bedrooms. But they had already begun this façade of normalcy, and they were forced to go through the motions. To break routine would be to admit that something was different now, something that neither one of them was ready to talk about yet.

When the credits to the movie finally rolled, Tyler jumped up from his chair quickly, not wasting any further time.

"You going up, sweetie?" his mother asked, her voice surprisingly steady. Whatever turmoil she was going through inside, she was disguising it well.

Tyler nodded but didn't answer. He slumped his way to the bathroom, eager to wash the residue of his own semen off of his arm and shirt. He had been sitting through the entire movie with it, smelling it's musty odor, and it was starting to make him nauseous.

Amber watched him leave, the concerned look of a parent on her face. She knew they were going to have to have a talk about what they had done together, since it was obviously bothering him. "I love you," she tried right before he closed the bathroom door, but he didn't answer. She frowned.

As she sat there on the couch, watching the credits roll slowly past on the TV screen, Amber reflected on what she had done. There was no denying that it was incredibly inappropriate. She was much too keenly aware of how depraved it was, and unfortunately that was the problem. The depravity is what made it hot, as long as she could live with herself afterwards.

And she could, of that she was certain. The guilt she was feeling seemed minor and easy to suppress. Guilt for taking advantage of her child, guilt for cheating on her husband. Social guilt because she knew the world would condemn her if they knew. All of those could be rationalized away easily in her mind. She had never actually forced Tyler. He had been looking at her to begin with, so obviously he wanted it, right? She wasn't taking advantage of him if he was practically asking for it.

As for cheating on her husband, well, that was a little bit harder to explain - but she managed to make the jump. Because, her horny mind reasoned, Tyler was physiologically made up of 50% her, and 50% her husband. That meant that at least half of Tyler was - kind of - Jack.

And as for the other half, the part that was her? Well, you can't cheat on your spouse with yourself, right?

Obviously the part of her brain that could think clearly and rationally understood the massive leap in logic she was making there. But unfortunately, that part of her mind had not been in charge for at least a week now. With the absence of her husband, gone for a month on business, training across country and still two weeks to go, she had become lonely and stir crazy. This had caused her to start entertaining her darker fantasies, fantasies that she had now allowed to affect her child as well.

It had to stop. She knew that her and Tyler had to maintain a normal mother-son relationship before things got out of hand, and she resolved to control herself from now on.

As he came out of the bathroom and quickly rushed past her, he barely mumbled "good night" to her on his way up the stairs. She watched him, saying nothing, waiting until he made it halfway up before she finally spoke. "Love you, baby. Good night... and thank you for spending time with me."

Tyler paused in mid step for only a moment, and then continued his trek to his bedroom without answering.

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Once in the safety of his bedroom, Tyler stripped off his soiled clothes and climbed into bed. He lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, trying to make sense of what had happened that evening.

It was wrong, he was aware of that. It was kind of gross. But at the same time, like his mom had said, they weren't doing anything but looking. Masturbation was normal, and they had just shared the experience together. For most people that would bring them closer. And it's not like he wasn't already jerking off to images of his mom naked, it's just that this time they had done it in person. So what?

As he began to justify everything in his head so that he'd be able to sleep that night, Tyler was surprised to find himself replaying the events of the evening over and over in his mind. At first it was unsettling, and he assumed it had traumatized him. But the more he made sense of it and told himself it was ok, the more he found the memory of his mothers juices squirting between her fingers and staining the carpet incredibly arousing. His cock began to twitch beneath the blankets, and he found his hand slowly making its way towards it, almost unconsciously.

There was the computer, he had that. If he really wanted to watch his mother finger herself to completion again, there was always that precious video. He had since made a copy of it which he had stored in a hidden folder elsewhere, layered deep within his files, as a backup. Now, unable to stop thinking about her, he considered watching it again. His hand started to slide up and down his sensitive shaft, making it swell in size, and his breathing became ragged.

He flung the blankets off himself with one hand, the other still gripping his penis, and yanked his boxer shorts all the way down to his ankles. He now lay in bed with his smooth, teenage flesh exposed, his young, toned stomach flexing above his hard cock as he began jerking off faster. He started to pump his hips in time with his hand, the memory of his mother squirting onto the carpet still fresh in his mind. The video seemed unnecessary after all, his cock already sensitive from the memory alone.

Meanwhile, his mother, the woman he was currently fantasizing about as he pumped his hand up and down his engorged member, stopped outside his bedroom on her way to her own. She knew they needed to talk, and there was a part of her that felt like they should just get it over with. She took a deep breath outside his door, and knocked gently. When there was no answer, she softly opened it.

For the second time that week, she was greeted with the sight of Tyler masturbating, only this time he was in bed. Unlike his computer chair, his bed was angled in such a way that he noticed the crack of light appear almost immediately when his mother opened it, and he jumped. His cock still standing out straight, he tried to reach down and grab the blankets quickly, covering himself up. "Mom, what the hell...!" he shouted angrily.

"I'm sorry, baby! Sorry!...," she shouted in surprise as she backed out, pulling the door closed behind her. "I'll wait until you're finished!"

She stood there panting, her hand on the doorknob. She could hear Tyler jumping out of bed and thumping around as he made himself presentable. Then suddenly, he yanked the door open, pulling it out of her hand.

"What do you want, Mom?" he asked rudely. "I was trying to go to bed."

Amber stumbled for words, embarrassed. "I... I know baby, and I'm sorry to bother you. I just didn't know if...," she shuffled her feet, realizing now how foolish she sounded. He was just masturbating, so of course he wouldn't be in the mood to chat. "I came up to see if you wanted to talk about... y'know, tonight. But I can see you're busy..."

"There's nothing to talk about," he said glumly. She looked at him hard, studying his face, knowing better.

"Tyler, baby... I know that what we did wasn't normal, but...," she tried, but he lifted a hand quickly.

"No, stop it, Mom...!" he shook his head, as if this would make the subject go away. "There's nothing to talk about!" He tried to shut his door, but Amber put a hand on it.

"Baby, I can see...," she tried to start, but then she saw the pained look on her son's face and decided to try a different approach.

She took a deep breath, preparing herself to ask the words she said next. "You know that I saw what you were doing just now, sweetie. I think after what we did we can at least be open about that. So, would you... would you like some help from your Mama, at least?" She flinched after she said the words, expecting an outburst of some kind.

What she didn't expect is for Tyler to nod, and then take a step back into his room, moving aside for her. He lets her know that he does indeed want his Mama to make him cum, and he does so silently rather than speak the forbidden words out loud.

Amber's heart raced as she realized this was actually happening. She had just vowed to herself not to do this anymore, and within less than an hour she was already breaking that vow. What's more, her son actually wanted her to, was moving aside and inviting her in.

And what was she going to do exactly, anyway?

She stood in the middle of her son's bedroom, watching him closely as he shut the door behind them and then walked over to the bed. He seemed to be shuffling his feet, like a prisoner on their way to death row.

"You don't have to look so sad, baby," she said softly as he sat down. "I just want to help you finish what you were doing, I'm only trying to help."

"I know," he said and nodded. He swung his feet up onto the bed and laid back.

Amber approached, then slowly knelt down next to him. Her large breasts heaved inside her T-shirt as her breathing quickened in anticipation, and she gazed down at her sons crotch hungrily, gently biting her bottom lip. With one hand she reached out, placing it on top of his groin. She squeezed softly, feeling his length through the pajama bottoms he had thrown on.

Tyler looked up at his mother in return, the hungry look in her eyes as she stared at his body now exciting him too, and he felt the life quickly return to his penis as her hand covered it. This was the first time they had made any sort of physical contact with each other in a sexual way, and his heart raced at the taboo of it.

He watched, mesmerized, as his mother began carefully pulling back the hem of his cotton pajama pants, a dirty pair he had thrown on in his haste to answer the door. She pulled them down as far as she could go, and when they got caught on his butt underneath him, she simply stopped and looked up at him. Without a word he lifted himself up, and let her pull them free, slipping them around his slim teenage ass and over his legs. His cock sprang free as the fuzzy pants slipped below them, and Amber gasped at the size and firmness of it. Her baby boy was not a baby anymore, and she bit her lip again in pure longing for his manhood.

"Mom...," Tyler whispered softly as she wrapped her fingers gently around her son's erect penis. "What about... Dad?"

Amber was quiet for a moment, considering how to answer. She began to slide her fingers up and down Tyler's cock, stroking it softly. "Your Dad's not here," she finally said. "And he doesn't need to know. We're just a mother and son, sharing our love. There's nothing to tell him."

"Mom, that's...," he tried to protest, but Amber cut him off.

"There's nothing wrong with it. Now, shush, or I won't help you anymore.

Tyler knew better than to ruin a good thing, and so he simply laid back and enjoyed the sensation. His mother's hand slid up and down his warm cock faster, and he let out an involuntary groan. His eyes fluttered shut, and he began to rock his hips again, pumping them upwards towards her stroking.

"... oh, ahh, Mom... that feels really good....," he breathed, his voice a desperate whine.

"Anything for my baby boy," Amber whispered, her eyes locked on her son's cock as she slid her soft fingers up and down it's length. She massaged the sensitive skin on the underside with her thumb, running it in slow circles just beneath the head. With her other hand, she gently grabbed his scrotum and squeezed it, feeling his balls inside the sensitive sack as she moved them around in her fingers.

Tyler doesn't know what he's supposed to be feeling right now, if he is supposed to be repulsed or not, but he is feeling anything but in that moment. His mother's touch is softer and more incredible than he could imagine, his own girlfriend's clumsy yanking seeming amateur by comparison. Her skin felt soft and velvety against his shaft as she expertly slid it up and down, occasionally giving the head a squeeze, and her gentle massaging of his balls somehow intensified the feeling even more. He was losing the ability to speak now, his breath hitching and his body twitching, but he managed to whisper her name over and over as he felt the orgasm approach. "Mom!.... Mom!.... oh, Mom!..."

"Does that feel good baby? Will you give Mommy your warm milk?" Amber whispered, her hand moving faster as she felt her son's cock start to throb. She saw the way it swelled at the head, the deep red color and the way his veins stood out, and knew he was close.

"Oh... yes, Mommy! YES!" Tyler screamed, his hips suddenly pumping hard against his mother insistent stroking. She felt him shudder, felt his cock stiffen between her fingers, and then he was cumming, her son's semen shooting into the air in front of her like some taboo drinking fountain. She watched it hungrily as the creamy substance spurted onto her fingers, a particularly thick chunk of it getting caught between, and she began to salivate.

Knowing that she shouldn't, Amber couldn't resist leaning in and slurping up the milky fluid, her tongue dancing around the tip of his penis and down the shaft, cleaning up the sticky substance as best she could, trying not to miss any. She then licked it off her fingers, unconsciously making tiny moaning sounds of pure ecstasy. Tyler watched in amazement as his mother licked the semen off his cock, trying to file the memory away for the future.

His penis clean, Amber pulls back and smiles up at her son. He gazes back at her sleepily, still at a loss for words. "There you go, sweetie. Now you should have no problem falling asleep," she says. Her voice is tender again, like a mother's should be.

Tyler simply nods, his eyes already drooping. She smiles, and with a groan Amber returns to her feet. It would not be possible to pull Tyler's pants back up without his help, and she doesn't want to disturb him. Instead, she takes the wrinkled mess of blankets that are on his bed and tries to cover him as best she can. It would have to be enough.

Leaning down and giving him a small kiss on the forehead, Amber quietly whispers, though he is already asleep, "Good night, sweetheart. Pleasant dreams." She then tiptoes out his bedroom, being careful not to wake him.

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The next morning is Saturday, and yet instead of sleeping in, Tyler leaves the house early. He doesn't tell his mother where he is going, preferring to seek comfort in solitude, as he makes his way down the street in the early morning light.

Truth was, he didn't know where he was going. He just knew he had to get out of the house and away from his mother. He was 18, so of course he enjoyed the sudden sexual attention he was receiving, but he was still having trouble reconciling the things they had done together, because he wasn't supposed to be doing those things with her. His hormones were at war with his good sense, and he needed to go somewhere quiet and just be an angsty teen alone.

For Amber's part, she woke up later than she usually did. She had a lot of trouble sleeping the night before, her mind suddenly wracked with guilt over what she had done with her son, and she lay awake for a long time trying to rationalize it all okay again. It wasn't until nearly dawn that sleep finally overtook her.

She may have slept longer as well, except for the loud banging on her front door. Her eyes popped open as the sound came again, jarring her violently out of sleep and into a sudden frenzy as she hopped out of bed naked and attempted to find some clothes. There was nothing nearby, however, and as her eyes frantically searched her bedroom, trying to comprehend what was going on, she finally spotted her bathrobe. She grabbed it and wrapped it around her quickly just as the banging came once more. This time it was accompanied by the faint sound of a voice, calling for Tyler. It was Jake, Tyler's best friend.

She sighed as she realized who it was, letting herself calm down. Just Tyler's friend. Nothing worse than that. She wouldn't admit it to her own mind, but she had the weirdest feeling that it was the police, coming to take her away for being the world's worst mother. Like they somehow knew. She took another deep breath as she tied the fuzzy bathrobe around herself, the same one she had been wearing when she had given her son his special peek the other night.

Jake's voice called again through the door as she reached it, shouting her son's name, and she opened it just in time to prevent him from knocking again. His eyes widened in surprise, his arm still raised in mid-knocking position. He dropped it, smilingly sheepishly at her.

"Um... heh... hi... um...," he sputtered. He seemed particularly nervous for some reason. Which was unusual, because he had been a friend of Tyler's since they were little and was no stranger to his parents. They had practically raised Jake, too. "I was just... um... looking for... um...," he kicked his feet and looked down, suddenly unable to meet Amber's gaze.

"For Tyler?" she finished for him, and smiled warmly.

"Yeah...," Jake said, relieved. "Tyler." He chuckled nervously.

"Let me call him," Amber said, then stepped back from the door. When she turned, the hastily tied belt of her robe slipped a little, and the lapels pulled back even further from Amber's naturally large breasts, giving Jake an excellent view of her cleavage and side boob. His face turned an alarming shade of pink, but Amber doesn't notice as she shouts her son's name up the stairs.

When there is no answer, a frustrated look crossed her face. "That boy, I swear...," she grumbled, then ushered Jake to come inside as she made her way up the stairs to retrieve her son.

It doesn't take long for her to discover that Tyler's room was empty, and Amber made her way back downstairs with a puzzled look. "He's not in his room or the bathroom. I don't know where he went. He must've left early." She can't hide the motherly concern in her voice.

"We had plans today, he was going to meet me this morning," Jake said. "Why would he...?"

Amber picked up her cell phone and started typing on it, her fingers dancing quickly over the screen. Jake watched her, his eyes roaming over her body, trying to catch a glimpse of what's under her robe. He had seen the images on Tyler's computer, so he knew what it looked like underneath. Knew how large and voluptuous her breasts were, how surprisingly sexy his friend's mom was. He wanted to see it again.

Tyler's text is quick to reply, but it isn't helpful at all. In response to where he is, he only told his mother, "out." Which told her nothing, other than that he is still alive. And for a mom with a missing child, sometimes that's enough.

She shook her head in frustration, and tried again. Her robe had slipped open even further in the meantime, but she was too focused to notice. Jake stared stupidly at her, his mouth practically salivating at the sight.

After sending another text to yell at her child, Amber dropped the phone on the kitchen table. She looked at Jake in frustration, ready to complain, but then stopped, her own expression softening as she realized what the boy was looking at. Quickly, she reached up and pulled her robe closed again, which seemed to snap Jake out of it.

"I don't know where he is or when he'll be home. Sorry, kiddo," she shrugged as she looked at Jake. "You probably have a better idea of where he might go than I do."

Jake shook his head, trying to think. He had a few ideas, but he doubted it's where Tyler would go now.

He seemed fairly unconcerned actually about his friend's whereabouts, despite their plans. Instead, his eyes kept returning to Amber's robe, hoping for another peek. As he backed up towards the door again, he spoke directly to Amber's breasts, "Well, that's ok I guess. Maybe I'll go find him. I'll just go look around... thanks..."

Amber watched him back away, still acting more awkward than she'd ever seen, and a small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "Jake?" she said sweetly. "Hold on a second," as she spoke she loosened her belt, pulling the lapels back again so that the thick swell of her large breasts could easily be seen.

Jake froze as he stared, his eyes virtually falling out of his head as he admired Amber's breasts in person. The truth was, he had jerked off many, many times to the memory of her naked pictures, even though he had only seen them once and had never seen the video. Now, because of that, he had developed a minor crush on his friend's mom.

"You like what you see, don't you, Jake?" she asked her son's teenage friend seductively. As he slowly nodded his affirmative she began to walk towards him, untying the belt on her robe as she came. When she was standing directly in front of him, close enough to see his heart pounding through his shirt and feel his heavy breathing on her face, she stopped and let the robe fall open.

Her body was still incredible despite her advancing age, and she was proud of this fact. She was still sexy enough to excite her own son and his friends, certainly. Her body was not slim and well-toned, but rather the curvaceous full figure of a middle aged woman that had lived a good life full of exercise and healthy eating. The softness of her belly was adorned with only the faintest of stretch marks, a testament to the life she had birthed, and her hips were full and feminine, her sensual curves stretching around her full thighs into the dark patch of curly hair surrounding her mound. Her breasts, of which she was the most proud, were large and luscious, each one a soft cushion of flesh that jiggled and bounced as she walked.

Jake stood paralyzed in front of this masterpiece of the human form, too young and inexperienced to know what to do. His mouth and gone very dry, and when he tried to open his mouth to speak, all he managed was a harsh croak. As he drank in the details of his best friend's mom's naked body, he felt a tingling between his legs as his cock began to grow in response.

Amber took another step closer, and now her breasts almost brush against him. She was only inches away from him, practically urging him to touch her, and he didn't disappoint. His hand nervously reached up to embrace one her D-cups, and he began caressing the nipple softly with his thumb. Amber stiffened and she let out a soft gasp, her eyes fluttering shut.

"I know... that you saw me, Jake," she whispered, her eyes half lidded with desire as she let the boy explore her breasts. Every now and then she gasped as Jakes pinched her gently. "I know you saw the pictures... on Tyler's computer."

Jake didn't answer her, he simply nodded his head. He is too focused on running his fingers all over her naked breasts, exploring every curve, letting them sit in his hand and feeling their considerable weight.

Amber tried to speak again, but suddenly she gasped loudly as Jake grabbed both of her breasts and squeezed them at the same time, hard. She jumped, but then her eyes flutter open, and she looked at him and smiled. "You...," she said, her chest heaving now as she started to lose control. "You need to come... sit down at the table."

Jakes didn't move at first, but then Amber grabbed his hands, urgently dragging him towards the kitchen dinette where she turned him around in front of one of the chairs. Jake stood there baffled, not wanting to argue, as Amber quickly yanked open his pants button and pulled them violently down. She then grabbed his underwear and did the same thing, exposing his semi erect cock. Her mouth watered at the sight of it.

"What... I mean, what are you...?" Jake tried to speak in his defense, but it is no use. Amber is far too horny right now, and she has finally found a male that isn't her own son to take it out on.

Her head dipped quickly to Jake's member, engulfing his full length into her anxious mouth, swallowing him whole. Her lips stretched around his girth, and she could feel his body tense up as she began to suck, letting her tongue swirl around the head, teasing and caressing the sensitive ridge beneath. Jake's hips bucked involuntarily, and Amber smiled, knowing that he was enjoying himself.

As he watched his best friend's mother's lips slide up and down on his shaft, Jake felt himself starting to lose control. She was just too good at it, too experienced, and the way she teased his cock with her tongue was almost like divine magic. He could feel a warmth spread through his groin as his body prepared to unleash his seed, and his cock began to pulse and throb in her mouth.

Naturally, it was then that all hell broke loose.

There was a sudden bang from the living room, the sound of the back door being slammed open very loudly. Amber withdrew her mouth from Jake's member quickly, and despite the loud noise, he whimpered. He had been approaching climax, and could not have been interrupted at a worse possible time.

But then they both heard Tyler scream, "You FUCKER!" and suddenly he was upon them, pushing his mother aside to get to his traitorous best friend. His face was a mask of unbridled fury, his eyes burning with hatred for the so-called friend that had betrayed him.

"Tyler! Dude! Wai -- " but that was all Jake was able to shout before Tyler's fist connected with his face. He hit him hard, and Jake fell out of the kitchen chair and onto the floor, his nose bleeding profusely.

His mother screamed, trying to restrain him, but Tyler only shook her off. Jake, knowing when to pick his battles, picked himself up off the floor and began yanking his pants back up. He was dripping blood very badly now, and it was making a mess on their floor.

"Dude... you gotta listen to me....," he tried to say, but Tyler only advanced on him again with a snarl of rage. Rather than get punched again, Jake wisely backed up towards the front door, still trying to fasten his pants.

Amber attempted to again constrain her son, this time hugging his shoulders from behind. "Please, baby, don't...," she said in his ear, and finally, he seemed to listen. He stopped, letting his mother embrace him as he watched his former best friend fumble with the door. Jake eventually managed to get it open and rushed outside, his pants still unbuttoned but at least pulled up.

"Sweetie, I'm sorry, I...," Amber tried, but Tyler yanked himself out of his mother's grasp and stormed away, stomping up the stairs so hard she's was afraid he'd break through one. She can hear him clomping down the hall to his room, and then there's a bang so loud it shakes the walls when he slams his bedroom door.

Amber sighs, standing alone now amidst the chaos. Everything had happened so fast, and now she was left to clean up. Her twisted fantasies had not only taken it's toll on Tyler emotionally, but now it had broken up his close friendship as well, possibly for good. And it was all her fault.

She picks up the toppled kitchen chair, then begins to wipe up the blood.

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It was much later that evening before she saw her son again, and by then Amber was lonelier than ever. She had long since cleaned up the kitchen, the blood on the floor luckily still fresh and only covering the linoleum, so there was no trace of it left behind.

She had attempted to talk to Tyler multiple times throughout the day, with zero luck. He had locked himself in his bedroom, and wouldn't even answer her when she called to him through the door. Nothing she had said seemed to make any difference, and her repeated apologies fell on deaf ears.

Unable to sleep, she had stayed up late, sitting in her spot on the living room couch watching an old movie from her childhood in the 90's. The lights were off and she sat huddled in a blanket, already feeling very fuzzy from several glasses of wine.

She stiffened when she suddenly heard the sound of his bedroom door opening upstairs, and then the gentle creak of his footsteps tiptoeing in the hall, such a contrast to the way he had last gone down it. She didn't move, listening to her son's attempts to sneak downstairs in the middle of the night, not wanting to startle him. He was undoubtedly hungry, and probably thought she had already gone to bed, so it was now safe to raid the refrigerator.

His footsteps started to descend the staircase, and she considered turning the TV off before the glare made him run back up. But, that would have been too obvious. Like she was blatantly trying to sneak up on him, and she didn't want to scare him away. She just wanted to talk to him, and knew that he had to be handled delicately.

Tyler reached that point on the staircase where he would be able to see the glare coming from the darkened living room, and he would know that his mother was still up. Now was his chance to run. Amber waited, holding her breath.

He did not run. Possibly because that, too, would've been obvious. Instead, he paused only briefly before making his way down the last few steps, finally reaching the bottom and simply standing there with his hand on the newel post, looking at his mother. To reach the kitchen he had to cross through the living room, so if he wanted to eat he was going to have to face her.

"Hi, baby," Amber said sweetly, trying to make it sound like her normal Mom-voice. "Are you hungry? Want me to make you something?"

Tyler simply stared at her, not moving or speaking. He seemed unsure of what to do next.

"Tyler, please. I'm trying, here, at least say something," she said, a hint of desperation creeping into her voice.

"You...," he finally began, then stopped and cleared his throat. He tried again. "You... SUCKED, Jake's dick," he said, putting extra emphasis on the verb, as if to throw it in her face. His voice trembled with barely contained rage.

Amber flinched at her son's brutal honesty, but she didn't deny it. "I did. He was fawning over my body when I came to the door, and I know that you showed him those pictures. He wanted it. It wasn't supposed to happen, baby, it just kind of did. Honest. Like you and me." She shrugs her shoulders gently, as if to say, 'see, no big deal.'

Tyler was silent, seeming to consider her explanation. He walked further into the living room, and, to Amber's relief, sat down in his usual chair across from her.

"Why Jake, though, Mom?" he asked after a moment of silence. He was obviously still hurting. "That's not an image that's easy to get out of your head... your mom sucking your best friend's dick. Plus, now I punched him, and he's probably never going to talk to me again."

Amber looked at her son, her baby boy, now grown up into a handsome young man. He sat slumped in his chair, his head hung low so she couldn't see his face, his hands in his lap. He was wearing a baggy hoodie, his body lost within it's folds, and a pair of grey sweatpants. Obviously an outfit for a lazy Saturday spent in the bedroom.

"I told you, baby, it wasn't planned," she said quietly. "And I'm so sorry if I hurt you. What can I do to make it up to you?" She leaned forward on the couch, setting her glass of wine aside.

Tyler looked at the wine glass, then back at his mother. Her eyes were bleary and bloodshot, and he could only imagine how many glasses she'd had already. "Mom, I... I just want to get something to eat," he said finally.

"I can make you something!" Amber exclaimed eagerly. "Let me make you a sandwich or something!" She jumped up from the couch and swayed lightly. Putting a hand to her head, she chuckled. "Whoa, stood up too fast..."

Tyler watched his mother and shook his head. She was still wearing the bathrobe from earlier and presumably never changed. It hung loosely on top, her voluptuous breasts peeking out from within it's folds. "Mom, it's ok. I can make it myself," he said.

"Don't be silly, baby. Let me take care of you," she said, taking a step closer to him. Her eyes seemed drawn to his grey sweatpants, and the obvious bulge that seemed to be growing there. She bit her lip lightly.

"I...," Tyler began, and he stood up from his chair. But before he could move, Amber, fueled by the alcohol, got down on her knees in front of her son. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and full of lust as she placed a hand on each of his slender legs.

"Shhh," Amber shushed him, and grinned. "Like I said, let Mommy take care of you. You said you couldn't get the image of me sucking your friend's dick out of your mind. So, let me replace it with a better one." Her fingers gripped the sides of his sweatpants and began to tug on them. They slid down smoothly over his young skin.

"Mom... we can't keep doing this," Tyler pleaded quietly, no longer with much conviction. "It isn't right."

Ignoring her son's pleas, Amber slipped his pants down all the way to his ankles. She was pleasantly surprised to discover that he wasn't wearing any underwear underneath, and his cock sprang free easily. Despite his protests, her son was very hard, and she gazed at his stiff member hungrily. She looked up at him, her mouth watering to feel his velvety skin on her tongue.

"Does this feel wrong, sweetie?" she asked, the lilt in her voice so high now she sounded childish. "Mommy just wants to take care of her baby boy. And, to say I'm sorry. I won't ever suck your friend's dick again. From now on, these lips are for your cock only."

Tyler's heart raced at these words, but he also knew that she had been drinking and probably wouldn't remember them. Still, it was a memory he would cherish forever. He gave up trying to resist finally, and let his mother do what she wanted with him.

She reached out with one hand and wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft, feeling the warmth and firmness of him. His breath hitched at the sudden contact. She leaned in closer, her hot breath caressing the sensitive skin, and took the tip into her mouth, suckling gently.

A soft moan of pleasure slipped from her son's lips as she began to explore him with her tongue, swirling around the velvety head of his penis. She slid more of his length into her mouth, feeling the softness give way to a growing firmness that she knew was her doing, a thought that caused a tingling in her own nether regions. She began to bob her head, taking more and more of him each time, her hand following the rhythm as she stroked his shaft.

Her lips wrapped wetly around his girth, making gentle suckling noises as it slid back and forth, and she couldn't help but look up at her son. His eyes were closed and his head thrown back, and every now and then he let out a deep moan of pleasure. His hips began to rock gently back and forth in a thrusting motion, and she adjusted her mouth to accommodate him, letting him fuck her face.

"aaah..," he groaned. "oh, Mom...," his hands found their way into her hair, gripping tightly. Suddenly his hips start to pump more eagerly, and she opens up her throat, letting him push his cock in as far he wants. It hits the back and she tightens it, constricting around his member, her lips now wrapped around his shaft all the way to the base. His pubic hair tickles her nose and her eyes water, trying not to gag as she deep throats her son.

Amber's hands found their way around the back of Tyler's legs as she lets him slide his cock in and out of her mouth, slipping up his young, muscular thighs and around the gentle curve of his ass. She grabbed hold of each of his toned buttocks, pulling them apart and exposing his asshole to the air, helping him push harder into her face.

Tyler's mind was lost as he clenched his mother's hair, fucking her mouth with wild abandon. He felt the pain of this depraved betrayal even harder, knowing that his mother is simply taking advantage of him, her own son, to fulfill her sexual needs. It doesn't seem to matter to her what it's doing to him mentally, and ultimately he resents her for this.

As a result, he is taking out this bitterness towards her now, as he pumps his hard cock in and out her mouth, using her as an object for his own gratification. Which is, of course, the kind of abuse that Amber was craving. She closed her eyes and moaned softly as she let her son use her, trying to keep up with the fast pace and not to gag.

Suddenly Tyler's cock started twitching in her mouth, and Amber sensed his impending climax. She looked up at her son pleadingly, softly moaning, "Mmhmm... mmhmm...," around his shaft, encouraging him to cum. She nodded, letting him know that she wanted it.

But rather than fill her mouth, Tyler yanked his cock out of her mouth with a wet pop right at the critical moment, and suddenly he sprayed his load all over his mother's eager face. She giggled as she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, feeling the warm droplets splatter across her forehead and nose. He spurted over and over, the orgasm his mother had given him a powerful one, and she flicked her tongue at the tip, trying to taste every bit of his salty discharge as she could. The last squirt landed directly on Amber's tongue, and she smiled as she drew it in and let it trickle down her throat.

As Tyler's orgasm slowly receded and his body stopped shuddering, he looked down at his mother. She used her finger to wipe the streaks of semen off her face, gently popping it into her mouth each time. She was smiling as she looked up at him, and didn't speak until she'd eaten all of it. Tyler stands mesmerized, simply watching and trying to catch his breath.

"There, baby," she finally said. "I hope you can forgive me now."

Tyler nodded his head, still watching her.

"I'm glad. From now on, we'll just make that a you and me thing, what do you say?" She gripped Tyler's sweatpants and pulled them back up, sliding them easily over his softening cock.

"Ok, Mom," Tyler said. He wasn't sure what else could be said.

"Now... let me finish taking care of you. You sit there, and let me go make you a sandwich, ok sweetie?"

"Ok, Mom," he repeated. Again, there was no arguing with it.

He sat back down in his chair in post-orgasmic bliss, and waited for his Mom to bring him a sandwich.