The Available Mom Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Each of my sons had a certain place in my heart: Alex was my youngest, my baby and I coddled him. Tristan was my sensitive artist and soulmate. Caleb was my intense analyst and passionate lover. David was my eldest, my first born and the one that changed my life. David was the one that made me fall in love with being a mom. I dropped everything to take care of him when he was born and I learned to be a mom each day I spent with him.

He was the one that I learned who I was and what I wanted. Everything that I had to offer my other sons was in some way a direct result of my relationship with David. As I sat on the bed with him, kissing him for the first time, I realized that this was something we both had needed for a long time.

Our mouths moved in unison, pure connection and I cried as I kissed him. Not out of sadness or frustration over Mike, I wasn't thinking of Mike at all at this moment. I was sucking on my first born son's tongue, massaging it, intimately accepting the love that he wanted to give back to me. It was the most reciprocal kiss that I had ever experienced.

We kissed for several long moments, our mouths moving in wordless murmurs as we explored one another's mouths. His hands roamed my body, carefully and respectfully, treating me like his mother and I gasped into his mouth in approval as he gripped my left breast. He broke our kiss and pulled down the front of my shirt, gently looking for my nipple. I helped him, by pulling down my bra and getting it out for him to kiss and suck.

He moaned deeply as he took my nipple into his mouth.

I looked down at him, my body tingling with the clasp of his lips and the intimate warmth of his mouth.

He sucked and nibbled at it. I felt his frustration growing as my shirt, bra and clothes were in the way. So I helped him take my shirt off and then my bra. He gazed at my tits, running his hands over my chest.

"You are so beautiful, Mom," He whispered to me. "I have wanted to do this for so long. There were so many nights when I thought about you and thought about this."

"I am here, David," I said to him, gently moving back and forth, my tits swaying as he kissed and licked my breasts.

We did not rush anything, as what was happening was long overdue. David clutched my right breast and sucked it. He started with the nipple, but worked more and more into his mouth as he suckled. I ran my hands through his hair and whispered to him. It was warm and intimate as I felt him make love to my tits with his mouth. My mind was flooded with memories over the years of him peeking at me when I wore a low cut shirt, or the first time I wore a bikini and I could feel the pent up lust and love of my son. His lips, tongue, teeth and mouth sucked and searched my nipples as if desperate to make up for lost time.

Eventually, I slid my hand down to his crotch and grabbed his bulge. He felt large and firm, like he was caged in his pants.

He let out a gasp and looked up at me. His eyes were vulnerable, full of lust, love, desire and need. The way every son looks at his mom when he has an erection around her.

"I want it," I whispered to him, my hands working at his pants.

He helped to get his pants down and then gulped and sighed as I grabbed his flesh with both hands. "I have wanted you like this for so long," he said to me. "You have no idea how long I have wanted this."

I smiled at him and kneaded his cock with one hand, and gripped his balls with the other. "Mommy wants your cock, son," I whispered. My hands explored him fully and carefully, kneading and squeezing him. "You are so hard, David," I whispered in his ear. "You are so strong."

He was breathing heavily as I slowly began to jerk him off.

His dick felt like it belonged to me as I very deliberately stroked it, my other hand still cupping his sack. I slid closer to him and kissed his neck, my hands attached to his cock and balls. "Mommy loves you," I whispered in his ear. "Mommy wants you."

He kicked out of his pants entirely and opened his legs more for me. His hands traced the skin of my back and the edges of my breasts.

I looked down at his unit and was overwhelmed with desire. I was slowly stroking it and I stopped, just squeezing the shaft very hard. My other hand continued to fondle his balls. I loved him, I loved this, I loved all of it. My oldest son's penis needed me and I needed it.

"Let me show you how much, Mommy loves you," I muttered as I leaned forward and sucked on the tip.

The flesh of his cockhead and the soft skin of his shaft felt electric in my mouth. I moved my mouth slowly, my tongue working his undershaft, glans and tip. This was not just about sucking cock, this was about a mom loving her son, reminding her son that his penis was made for her mouth in a very special way. I pulled it from my mouth, gripping his hard by the base. His cock glistened with my spit and kissed the tip. I kissed it again, my mouth slightly open so I could lick and taste the flesh as I moved my mouth down the shaft. I sucked on the side of it, using my tongue to massage it and my lips to make popping sounds as I made love to it with my mouth.

"Yes Mom," David muttered. His dick swelled from the intense attention I was giving it. He would occasionally reach down and squeeze one of my breasts and tug at a hard nipple.

I slid to my knees in front of him and continued to kiss and lick my way up, down and around his shaft and cock head. All the years that I had held back with David, not wanting to over parent him, not wanting him to be embarrassed by his mom as he went out into the world, all those restraints that I had kept on myself were suddenly lifted as I made love to his cock and balls with my mouth and hands. I whispered to his dick, teasing it with my breath between kisses, confessing my love for my son.

My mouth found his ballsack and I sucked in the rougher flesh, my tongue running over it as it entered my mouth. I pulled in one of his testicles in response to his groan of pleasure. I stuck my ass out as I sucked his balls, his cock laying over my forehead as if it was meant just for that task. I had never done anything like this for Mike, and it felt right and erotic that I did this to our son instead. This thought turned me on even more, so I doubled my efforts to suck his sac.

David's hands went to my hair, then down my back and to my shorts covered ass. His finger slid down the waistline and tugged at the string of my thong. He found the string on either hip and pulled at it while I sucked his balls. "You are so beautiful, Mom," he whispered.

I felt his eyes on my back and on my butt. As he pulled gently at my thong, while I sucked his balls, I arched my back and stuck my ass out. Every mom needs these kinds of moments with her son.

"Every time I see you in a hint of a thong like this," he whispered. "I just want to tug on it and I get so fucking hard for you."

His words were exactly what I hoped for every time I put on underwear like that. I moved my mouth from his balls and went back to work on his cock. I suck it down to the back of my mouth. All my oral attention had made him swell bigger. He was my big, strong boy. The more I sucked him the more turned on I was and as much as I wanted to go slow, I started bobbing my head fast. I wanted to fuck his cock with my mouth.

Down and up. Down and up. Down and up.

He pulled me off of it slowly. His dick popped out of my mouth and I looked at him, my mouth open and hungry. He used the strings of my thong to yank down my shorts in a fast motion and I couldn't get out of them fast enough. I climbed onto the bed beside him and his mouth was on my pussy before I could do anything else.

He licked, kissed and sucked on my pussy passionately. He found my clit and sucked it. My legs went over his shoulders and my body was on fire. I knew I was going to have an orgasm. I looked down at him then to the familiar wedding pictures that hung in my room. It felt fitting that my son ate my pussy in front of his father. My husband, who was too far away to really see us, but deep down he must have known that his son ate my pussy better than he did. I looked away from the pictures, my chin pressed to my chest, watching David tug on my clit with his lips and I came. I bucked my hips against his mouth and groaned, "Yes, honey. Eat Mommy. Eat Mommy's pussy!"

I held his hair with one hand and started to grind against my son's mouth. He kept at his task and seconds later, I spasmed as a quick orgasm ran through my body. I gripped his hair and rubbed myself against him as I came. My arms were rigid and flexed as I held his hair, my tits pressed together, nipples hard and shaking.

Finally he made his way up my body with his mouth. I watched him kiss and lick the flesh on my tummy, rub cage and tits. Then I felt him pressing his cock against me. I opened my legs wide for him and shifted my legs, almost over his shoulders. I held his face with my hands and he pushed himself into me very slowly.

"I love you, Mom," he said to me as he began to fuck me.

I kissed him then whispered, "I love you too, son."

From this position he was very deep, driving himself down into me again and again. My body clamped around him, my legs over his shoulders, my hands holding his face and my pussy clinging to his cock. We just looked at each other, without making a sound. There was only the slick slopping sound of his cock pushing into me and his balls softly slapping against me. We didn't need to say anything. The sound was enough.

With my legs back like this, I was almost folded over with my son's cock pumping into me. He pressed his forehead to mine and stayed like that: heads pressed together, breathing heavily and connected at the pelvis with my legs over his shoulders. His hands went to my lower back and then my hips, pulling me against him as he fucked me.

Soon, we rolled over and I began to ride him. His hands clutched my tits and I looked down at my son as I bounced on his cock. His eyes were on my breasts and he squeezed them like two handles, my nipples jutting out between his thumb and the round of his forefinger. I loved the way he looked at me and I began to ride him harder, grinding my hips against his. Our bodies slapped together and we both groaned at the friction.

One of his hands went to my ass and he gripped my ass cheek hard, like it was another one of mommy's handles. We fell into a firm, steady rhythm. My pelvis slapped down against his again and again. My free tit swung up and down, while he gripped my other one hard. He yanked on my tit and my ass, using them to drive me down against him. With the way he pulled my flesh, I could feel his lust. I knew he had wanted me like this for so long. I felt beautiful, on display and loved.

His hands clutched at my flesh, pulling on me as I rode his cock. His eyes devoured my body with such need, such hunger and such pure unadulterated lust. He wasn't acting out a fantasy and using me, I was the one he had fantasized about from the beginning. I was his mom. The first one to see him naked and the first one he had ever jerked off to. I could feel it. His fingers pushed into my ass crack, clutching for more of my flesh in a vice grip of absolute lust. He held me incredibly hard and drove his hips up as I pushed my hips down, joining together on the perfect piston of his cock.

He continued to look me over as we fucked. He grunted and murmured as he possessed my body in ways he had only fantasized about. Words spilled from his mouth, half directed at me, half just escaping his lips for anyone to hear. He deeply respected me as his mom, and I felt it in everything he said: "Yes Mom, ride my fucking cock. Your tits, your ass, you are so hot, so perfect. I need you on my cock. I need you on my cock, Mom. I need your tits. They feel so good. I need your ass. Mommy, your ass makes me crazy. Fuck! I need you like this every fucking day.."

I knew he was getting very close so I slowed down. He gripped my body in frustration. His eyes roaming my skin. The raw hunger I felt from him was intoxicating. He wasn't asking for more, but I needed to give him more. I needed him to have all of me.

I slid up and off his cock. He grimaced with need, desperately wanting to be put it back in.

"Shh," I said to him, I clutched his wet dick by the base and slid my body forward, my one free tit swinging close to his face. His other hand remained squeezing my right breast. I moved his cock back and felt the wet tip graze my asshole. I held it there and pushed against it. The wet head was stubborn against my very tight, puckered hole and I moved my hips in frustration. "I need your cock in my ass. Mommy needs to ride your cock with my ass."

His eyes met mine. He swallowed hard and gave me a "really?" kind of questioning look.

I nodded and moved my hips, finding his cock with my pucker. He let go of my ass cheek and gripped his dick, holding it in place. I used my hands to open my ass cheeks. I was opening all of me to my son. I moved down slowly. There was resistance. I tried to relax. Resistance. I pressed down. He held his cock. Resistance. Then. Opening. Movement. Warmth.

"Holy fuck," I moaned, my eyes wide and my mouth open.

He looked down to watch our bodies connect in this intimate way.

I looked at him as he watched his dick slide up into my asshole. He opened his mouth to breathe and he watched everything, transfixed on our connection. As I watched his look, my heart swelled with love, longing, lust, desire and everything in between. My body responded with a deep warmth that went from the circle of my asshole to my clit. I kept pushing down until I took all of him and I groaned low, long and hard. It was a different orgasm. Deep in my body and almost subtle, like pure pleasure was being slow dripped into my veins.

"Ah! Mom. This is so tight. Your ass is so perfect," he muttered to me.

I could barely speak. My orgasm continued to fill me. I moved my hips slowly, up and down on him. My asshole was a vice grip, clamped around my son's perfect cock like a long lost companion afraid to let it go. All I could say was, "David... butt fuck Mommy. Butt fuck Mommy."

He lost his restraint. He kept looking down at where our bodies connected, his hands on my hips moving me up and down on his cock. A mom's ass had my purposes over the years, but this was its ultimate use: for my sons to fuck.

Our eyes met and I knew he was reaching the point of no return. I loved that look. I loved knowing he was careening toward an orgasm and unable to stop. That look of vulnerability mixed with lust was what I needed from my son. I needed him to know that I was here and I wanted all of it.

"Cum for Mommy, David," I said to him, urging him on. I moved my hips faster, bouncing my ass on him. "Cum in me. Cum in Mommy's ass."

His hands gripped my ass cheeks and my tits swung in front of him. He was moaning and using my flesh to keep me moving hard on him. This is exactly what I was for.

"Ah! Mom! Ah! Mom! Ah! I'm cumming!" he said to me.

I felt the contracting of his cock and the warmth of his release shooting up into me. I rode his dick with my ass, gripping him with my core and my butthole. I felt like I was milking his cum out, like we were both meant for this moment: Mother and son connected by his cock while I drew everything out of him. I gazed into his eyes, making sure he knew that this was exactly what I wanted; exactly what I needed from him. This is what a mom needed from her eldest son and I let out a groan as a sudden, quick orgasm hit me.

We rode out our orgasms together for several seconds. Finally we stopped. I sat down all way on him, leaned over and pressed my chest to his. I nuzzled his neck and whispered, "Thank you, son."

A moment later we heard Caleb's voice from in the room, "Um... Hey David, it's your turn on the game."

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"So that is it," I said to David. All five of us sat around the table. "I don't like any secrets between us, but I also understand that what we are doing needs to stay within the family and just us. As your mom, I need you all to promise me that we will keep it this way."

"Of course, Mom," David said. "I just appreciate you so much." He paused and looked at his brothers, "And all of you guys. It is so good to be in the house together."

"Agreed," Caleb said. "Even if I am going to beat your ass in this game." He said with a laugh, gesturing toward the still unfinished board game.

"Language, Caleb," I said to him firmly.

"Sorry Mom," he said.

David and Tristan started to talk about the game, forming some alliance or something against Caleb. Caleb shook his head and laughed maniacally. I leaned back in the chair and watched with a smile on my face. I realized that I had been carrying the worry of keeping secrets among the boys. Suddenly that was lifted. I felt a relief and a closeness with my kids that filled me with joy.

"Mom?" Alex asked as he scooted his chair closer to mine. His brothers continued to plan and plot the next move of their game.

"Yes, honey," I said, putting my hand on his.

"I don't want Dad to know about any of this," he said. "Like you said, we have all kinds of secrets from him. This is just another one of those."

I nodded to him. "I agree, honey. But there is one thing we need to talk about as a group if that is the case. Something that I have been avoiding.'

"What's that?" He asked with some concern.

"Birth control," I said plainly. "I hate thinking about it. You and I have never talked about it, but that was one reason why I got pregnant so quickly with David. We tried different birth controls back then, but I hated them. Everything made me feel weird and hormonal."

"What about condoms?" He asked.

"That might be our option," I said to him with a frown. I squeezed his hand and continued, "But Mommy loves to feel you. I love the moment when you give me the fullness of your love. I love the way that feels. It is such a connection to you and with you."

He nodded. "I love that too. It is so amazing."

"Your father had a vasectomy after we had you," I said and I kissed Alex's lips gently. "You were the one that completed our family."

He smiled at that.

"I highly doubt that something has happened in the last few days," I said with a smile and looking around at the boys. "But it is possible. Part of me hopes it does happen. But we would have to explain it to your father. We can't really keep that a secret."

Alex nodded. "Part of me wants that to happen too," He said. "I thought about that when we were together. I was looking at our family pictures and wondered if that moment was when I might have a younger sibling." He paused and then added, "That's kind of messed up right?"

I laughed and shook my head. "Baby, we are in a wonderful setting of love. That is a really sweet thought you are having. But if that did happen, we would need to tell your father."

He nodded. "Mom?" he asked.

"Yes, baby," I replied.

"I don't want to tell Dad any of this. I feel like he isn't here. He is my dad and I do love him. But, he hasn't been home and it frustrates me for you that he is choosing to be gone so much. Maybe this is weird, but I feel like we have replaced him this week."

I smiled at him and squeezed his hand, "You have surpassed him, Alex. You, my sweet boy, have given me things that he could never give me. I am not sure what to do. I struggle with what all four of you have given me this week in my heart and I don't know what the best thing to do is. But I think we need to have a decision about birth control and plans in case something happens and our family grows. You know?"

He nodded and then said, "Mom, I don't want to stop what we are doing. Since we have started, I really don't want to stop."

I smiled wide at him. "I love to hear that. I don't want to stop either."

"Can we go to the bedroom right now? I don't think these guys are going to take their turn for a while," Alex said looking at Caleb and David who were deep in negotiations or something. Tristan was making a list of their offerings.

"I was really hoping you would ask me," I said to me.

We left the table and made out way to the guest room, so we could heat them when it was Alex's turn. Tristan saw us go and he gave his brother a wink. David was quick to get Tristan's attention to modify the negotiation terms.

As soon as we were in the room we were sharing a kiss. Alex fondled my breasts and it didn't take long for me to be on my knees in front of him at the foot of the bed. His dick pressed between my tits as I pulled them around his cock by the nipples. The flesh of his cock and balls felt perfect on my chest and had fun exploring one another like this while his brothers argued in the other room.