The Available Mom Chapter 7

Chapter 7

The boys' game went late into the night. Just being around them laughing, playing and enjoying one another warmed my heart in ways that I hadn't felt in a while. You don't recognize how empty the nest is until the baby birds come back for a while. Alex always noticed me when I walked by or set out something for them. He had an inkling more of confidence since our time in the guest room and I could see that he was feeling more comfortable in his own skin.

At the same time, Caleb was more present than I had seen him in a long time. He laughed, joked and sat back in his chair, baseball cap on backwards just watching the game and seemed to be genuinely enjoying his time with his brothers. Our eyes met several times and all I could do was smile at him and make sure he knew that he was so welcome back at home.

Tristan and I also made eye contact and he gave me a sweet, knowing smile that gave me the odd, but welcome sensation that we were lovers. But it was more than that. Better. It was a closeness that only a mother and son shared. I felt pretty and sexy when he glanced at me with his flirty smirk and that intense depth that he always had lingering just under the surface.

Around midnight, I told the boys that I was turning in and to let me know who wins tomorrow. I felt their eyes on me as I walked from the kitchen and it felt so good under their sweet, but hungry gaze. I slid my hands down to my waist and stretched my back as I walked away, giving them all a view of the skin of my lower back and the hint of my thong. I loved knowing that they noticed every movement, every hint of my exposed flesh and tease of my thong. Every mom needs to feel that hungry gaze from her sons. Receiving it at some level from three of my boys in that moment made me feel warm, pretty, sexual and maternal all at once.

I glanced back and met Tristan's eyes for a moment and I hoped that he would come to my room before he went to bed.

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As I got ready for bed my phone lit up with a text.

Mike: Are you still up?

Me: Yes.

Mike: Are the boys there?

Me: Yes. Tristan, Alex and Caleb are all staying the night.

Mike: Good. I don't like it when you are alone.

I frowned at that. If that was true, then he wouldn't leave so much. My fingers shifted over my phone as I considered how to respond.

Me: It has been great. Caleb being here is a nice surprise.

Mike: Good. I know you need your boys.

That was more true than he knew now.

Me: They grow up fast.

I thought about Alex fucking me from behind over the dresser in the guest room. I could still hear the sound of our bodies slapping together and his grunts in my ear. I looked in the bathroom mirror and smiled. My body was growing warm thinking about him.

Mike: Yes they do. That's why I am glad they are home with you right now.

I frowned at his text. It seemed like an odd thing to say. Not unexpected, I know Mike had guilt about being gone.

Me: Are you worried about me being alone?

Mike: No. I just know that you miss the boys. They do something for you that only they can. I am not oblivious to it. I am just happy for you.

He was right in more ways than he knew.

Me: Yeah it is just part of being a mom. Mom and son connections you know?

My body was warming to the thought of one of those connections now. The more this was happening, the more I wanted it. Actually it was the more I needed it.

Mike: I know. Well, I am off to bed. Good night, my love.

Me: Good night, dear.

I walked into the bedroom and set my phone down to charge on the nightstand. I leaned over to shut off the lights when there was a soft knock on my door.

"Come in," I said cheerfully.

To my surprise, Caleb poked his head in.

"Hey Mom," he said.

"Hi honey," I said, pulling my knees to my chest. I wasn't wearing a bra and the shirt was nearly see through.

"I-I just wanted to come up and say good night," he said to me. His eyes diverted from my chest quite noticeably.

"I am so glad you are here, Caleb," I said to him. "It was great watching you with your brothers tonight."

He smiled at me. "It feels good to be home," he said thoughtfully. "Like it is always good to be home, but this time is different. I just wanted to tell you thanks for pushing me to stay. I needed it."

I nodded, "This is what your old mom is for. To help push you toward good things."

He smiled genuinely. "Well, that's it, I just wanted to say good night."

"Ok honey," I replied.

He stood hesitantly and then turned to go.

"Are you ok, Caleb?" I asked. "You can come in and sit. I am here."

He stopped and looked at me then closed the door and walked over to the bed. He sat on the edge, with one knee up and looked at me. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," I replied with curiosity.

"I am not even sure how to ask this. It sounds dumb, even in my head," he said thoughtfully.

"Just ask. No limits. It is just me, your mom," I said.

"I just noticed how close you seem to be with Tristan and Alex. Like, I know you have always been close to them, but something is different. Or maybe, I am just used to being the one on the outside. But, I guess, why aren't you and I close like that?" He asked. This was the most vulnerable that I had ever seen him with me.

I frowned at him and tilted my head. He looked at me with a need and longing that I had never seen before.

"Honey," I said to him,"One of the challenges of being a mom of four very different boys is trying to be consistent with all of you. Some of you need me more than others. I guess you have just not needed me as much, and I don't want to pressure you to be close to me. But I want you to know, I need you as much as I need your brothers. I love you the same and I am here, I am available."

I opened my arms for him, my breasts jiggling beneath my shirt.

He leaned toward me and I wrapped my arms around him tightly. My heart melted as he pressed against me.

"I really need you, Mom," he whispered to me

I held him as I felt tears roll down my cheeks. "I am here, baby," I said, pulling my chest against his.

"I feel so much pressure all the time," he said. His voice cracked. "I just need a break, time to blow off some steam and to just be free."

I held him close. The son that felt the most distant was pressed against me. He put his face in the crook of my neck and I held him.

"You are free with me," I whispered to him. "I am here. I am always here." I kissed his cheek gently. Once. Twice and three times. Then held him close.

He seemed to warm and melt under my kisses. I kissed his cheek again, then he turned his head and our lips met. I held his cheeks in my hands and kissed him, closed mouth, letting him lead to whatever he needed. We held it like that for a long time.

Finally he pulled away slightly and said, "I need you like this, mom." He leaned in and kissed me again and I opened my mouth slightly. He pushed his tongue to mine, carefully and gently, exploring the sensation. Our kiss grew more intimate in small increments.

I lifted up my arms and he pulled my shirt off and then looked at my breasts. I could feel the heat of his gaze and the depth of his longing as he looked at my chest. "I am right here, honey. I am available. All of me," I whispered to him.

"You are so beautiful," he said to me. Then he leaned forward and kissed my chest, very tentative at first.

I clutched his hair as he began to suck my left nipple.

He moaned slightly.

"That's it, son. Let yourself go. I am here. Let it out," I urged him.

He started to devour my breast, gripping it with both hands and sucking it hard with his eyes closed. Caleb was always so controlled, so calculating and now he was losing himself, sucking my tit as deep as he could. I could feel his teeth and he moaned in need.

I was right there with him. Needing him to lose himself with me. I was safe for him to be free. "That's it, Caleb. Mommy is here," I said as he sucked me harder.

He pulled off my breast and went to the other one, sucking it. One hand gripping it, the other pulling at my shorts. His mouth and hands were demanding, frantic and needy.

I wiggled out of my shorts as he pulled off my right breast and then made his way down my stomach. He looked up at me as he kissed and licked his way down my skin. "I need you, Mom," he whispered between kisses.

"I am here," I said to him. "I am right here with you. I need you too."

His mouth went down to my pelvis and he found my pussy. He fingered my pussy with two fingers and started to suck on my clit. He moved voraciously.

I kept my eyes on him. Every mom needs her pussy devoured by her son. For as much as Caleb reminded me of his father, he was a much better lover. He wasn't licking my clit and fingering me hoping it felt good. He was eating my pussy and owning my entrance with his fingers.

I tightened my stomach muscles and focused on the sensation. My walls were wet with need and I pressed my chin to my chest, looking at him. He looked at me, his mouth devouring my mound and he pulled his fingers out to grip my ass cheeks.

There was so much sensation that I wasn't sure what he was doing with his tongue, lips or even teeth. It all felt good. I groaned and bucked my hips as I started to climax.

He ate me through my orgasm, his intense eyes fixed on mine. He pulled off my clit and got his breath, my wetness covered his lips and chin. He looked intense, unrestrained. "Do you like it when I eat your pussy, Mom?" He asked.

With my chin pressed to my chest I nodded.

He threw himself back into the act. Hands gripping my ass, mouth, teeth, lips and tongue working my pussy. His focus was not to make me cum, his focus was to devour me until he was done. He moaned and licked and sucked, his hands going from my ass to my tits again and again.

I came another time. This time harder than the first as I pushed my legs in the air and clutched the bed covers in fists. My hard orgasm rolled through me.

His mouth went to my asshole and he kissed it and licked it. My ass was beyond sensitive, but Mike was always very tentative down there. I rubbed it when I masturbated, and even fingered myself, but Mike and I had never done more than that. Caleb's intentional attention on me drove me wild. As much as I wanted him to be unrestrained, I was becoming more and more unrestrained.

"Yes, son," I moaned. "That feels so good."

He looked at me, his nose against my pussy and his mouth working my asshole.

I put my hands in his hair, my legs were up and I looked down at him. It felt like he was folding me and all I could do was grip his hair and buck my hips. I had another, smaller orgasm and I shook with pleasure. His tongue was all over my ass, searching, probing and tasting.

Finally he pulled back and looked up at me.

I was his. Whatever he wanted. I was too far gone to say no to anything. All I could manage to say was, "I am here, son. I am here, honey."

He pulled down his pants in a quick motion. He looked up at me and said, "Mom, I have been looking at your ass all fucking day. Your legs, your thong, your little fucking shorts. All day long."

I nodded to him.

He pushed my legs back, almost to my shoulders and gripped his cock in one hand. "I need to do this, Mom. I need to do this."

I nodded to him. My heart pounding. "Whatever you need, Caleb," I said in a breath. "Do it."

He pressed his cock to my asshole, my hips off the bed slightly and my legs way back. "I need to fuck you in the ass, Mom. I need to fuck your a--" he finished his sentence with a groan as the tip of his cock wiggled and then pushed into me with the thick lubricant of his spit.

I wasn't expecting it to feel so good. I had fingered my ass and I knew that many women didn't feel pain, so much as pressure and pleasure. I felt the subtle filling sensation, but the nerves around my hole fired wildly. I naturally slid my hands to my cheeks and gripped them, my legs going back as far as they could.

My son took his eyes off me for a moment to look down at his erection halfway into my asshole. I could see the carnal lust and hunger in his eyes. He looked back at me, holding himself back to be sure I was ok.

I nodded to him vigorously. "I am here, son. Fuck my ass. Fuck mommy's ass," I said in a maternal command.

He looked back to his cock pushing into me and pushed further. The look on his face: the half open mouth, eye lids fluttering and pure desire in his eyes was all I needed. It was like my son's cock was made to fit in my ass perfectly. The wall of separation that had always been between us suddenly was breached in the deepest, purest and absolute best way possible.

Soon he was thrusting into me and I held myself for him, his perfect cockhead never slipping out of me. I was gripping it too tight.

I knew I was making love with Alex and Tristan. But each boy was different and distinct and intimate in their own way. The same was true with Caleb. As he thrust into my ass this is what we have both been needing from one another. This validated all squats, stair climbers and palates I did. All the short shorts, little thongs and tight jeans were subconscious call outs for this: my son to butt fuck me.

I had another orgasm as this realization washed over me. I groaned as he positioned himself over me more, driving himself down into me. His face was red and he gazed down at me like he was giving me all he could. He was showing Mom how much he needed me. His rhythm was hard, uneven and heavy with each thrust. I held myself for him as best as I could.

He pulled out and turned me over, he was so full of lust that he could barely speak. "That's it Mom," he sputtered. "I need it. I fucking need it"

He pushed back into me, gripped my hips and butt fucked me from behind. I had needed Caleb like this for so long. I felt his hungry need for me too as he thrust again and again.

We both grunted through gritted teeth and lust saying things like" "Yes", "Fuck" and "Ah!"

I looked up and saw us in the mirror beside the bed: Me on all fours, tits swinging and Caleb behind me, fingers digging into my hips, just above my cheeks and fucking me in the ass. I wanted this image to be the background on my phone, or the new contact picture for Caleb.

He began to find a faster rhythm and I knew was getting closer. I didn't know if I was between orgasms or having small ones over and over again. I just looked at the mirror and watched us, feeling him so deeply at the same time and listening to my son driving himself to the edge.

"Yes, Mom. Take my cock. I love your ass taking my fucking cock. I'm gonna cum in your ass. I am going to cum in your perfect fucking ass!" Caleb groaned between gritted teeth and hard thrusts.

Every mom needs to hear this from her son. My maternal heart swelled, tears ran down my cheeks in pure feeling as he groaned and started to cum in my ass. I whispered, "Yes." Over and over again to urge him to keep going and to not stop until he was done.

For several seconds he just thrust and our bodies slapped together in unison. Then, finally, he was done. He let go of my hips and I clutched him with my ass as tightly as I could. We held that and then I fell forward on the bed. He let go of me and sat back on his knees.

I looked back at him and smiled, "I am so glad that you stayed over tonight."

He looked at me and replied, "Me too Mom. Me too."