The Available Mom Ch. 12

Chapter 12

When I arrived home I saw a note from Alex that he was working and Tristan was in class all day. He likely would be out with friends for the night. Caleb was also going to be busy and David was working. I knew what I needed and wanted to do, so I sent out some texts to Tristan, Caleb and David to solidify some plans with them. My mom mind took over and I looked at the calendar and made sure everything would work. Mike wasn't going to be home for a week and, though I had our family dinner set for Wednesday night, I wanted to be sure that I had some time with each of my sons before then. Just the two of us..

I used to do this with them when they were in junior high and highschool: date nights with mom. I decided it was time to reinstitute that. My heart told me that as wonderful as it was to have them all in the house, there was always the risk that one of them would feel left out in the group. That was not going to happen. Two of my boys had explicitly told me that they felt left out sometimes and I wanted to talk that out with them and to show them that they had my full attention. All of them needed to learn to share and I was confident we would get there. With all the "newness" of what was happening, it would be easy to ignore possible problems in the future and I was not going to try to fix something after the fact.

I took all my purchases upstairs and laid them out. I loved lingerie. I absolutely loved it. I had purchased something special for each of my sons, something just for them and that would be special just between us. I set out what I wanted to wear for Alex today and then took a quick shower.

I got out of the shower and saw that Mike had called me, so I wrapped a towel around myself and called my husband back.

"Hey, honey," he answered after a short ring.

"Hi, baby. Sorry I missed you, I was in the shower," I said.

"No problem. I know you have stuff going on. I just wanted to check in. What are you up to today?"

"Not too much," I said. I held up one of the new bra's I had purchased. It held my breasts out and up and in a very specific way. I found Alex looking at my tits, down my shirt or he would brush against me almost all the time. Just this morning, during breakfast, I had noticed his eyes on my tits as I set out food and sat at the table with him. I absolutely loved the way he looked at me in those moments. His gaze was a mix of longing, lust, hunger, innocence and need. It made me feel a special connection with him as his mom. My body tingled as I thought about his warm mouth on me.

"What are the boys up to?" Mike asked, breaking my train of thought.

"Busy day. The usual stuff, work, class, friends. As you said, life goes on here," I said without meaning to sound passive aggressive, but he may have heard it that way. I was losing my sense of him a bit and that troubled me.

"I talked to David today," Mike said. "I called him to talk about his job."

"Oh?" I asked as I looked over the negligee that I would wear for Alex tonight. It was sheer and essentially see through and went down a few inches over my thigh. It hid my ass in that perfect sweet spot where you could almost see the curve of the bottom of my butt, but not quite. The underwear that went with it was a simple thong and incredibly soft. Everything was just hinted at through the night gown. I had something similar when Alex was young and he loved to hug me and cuddle me when I wore it. I wondered if there was more to it back then.

"He said that he was having a great time with you and his brothers," Mike continued. "He said he actually stayed over."

"I told you that the other day," I said as I put the negligee in the closet, kept the bra out and I found the thong that matched. I slipped out of the towel and put them on.

"I know," Mike said. "David seemed not as focused on work when I talked to him. He talked mostly about you and just how good it was being home."

I smiled at that. David and I had reconnected of course. "That is nice to hear," I said as I put the phone on speaker and started to fiddle with my hair. I pulled it back in a tight pony, but decided a messy bun would be better.

"Well I am worried he isn't focused right now, Sarah," Mike said.

"What do you mean?" I asked with a frown. I thought about the last time David and I had sex, our bodies slapping together perfectly. "He has seemed very focused when he has been here," I said.

"Sarah," Mike said in a bit of a mansplainy voice, "David is in an important part of his career. He could miss an important opportunity if he isn't looking for it. Can you imagine what our life would have been like if I didn't jump on the chance when I did?"

Once my hair was right, I put on some make up. I was a minimalist, so just touches here and there. I worked on my eyes, wanting them to be just right. "Well, honestly, I imagine you would have been home more when David was little," I said without much thought.

"That isn't the point, Sarah," He said.

"It might be for David," I replied. I put on some lip liner and smiled. Perfect. I stood up straight. I really like this bra and the way it "presented" my tits as the salesgirl would say. "He has mentioned to me before that he didn't want to travel for work."

Mike was quiet for a minute. Then said, "Well even if that did happen, he could always choose to get into something else."

The word "choose" irked me a little. Of course it implied that Mike chose to go and then chose to keep going. It was always presented to me like there wasn't a choice, there were just opportunities and those were good.

"Well, I don't want to fight with you about it," I said as I turned to the side and looked at the ensemble: hair up in messy bun, black bra that held my tits out like hors d'oeuvres and a black string thong that disappeared into my ass crack. I got out some lotion and rubbed my legs. "But I am saying that David is very driven, focused and dedicated to what he wants. He always has been. We, as his parents, need to trust him to do and go after the things he wants." I thought about David telling me he loved me as he fucked me. I knew what David wanted: to be close to home and to work hard at the same time.

"You're right," Mike said. "I just want the best things for our boys. To have a life like we have."

I rubbed more lotion onto my thigh. It was interesting to me that Mike thought we had the ideal life. I think his life was ideal: he had the job he wanted, traveled when he wanted and had me home waiting for him. I kept a good home, raised our boys and did everything I could to look hot and desirable for him when he was home. "I know, Mike, but we need to let them define what they think a good life is," I said to him. "It might look different than our life."

"I know," Mike said. Then changing the subject he asked, "Did you buy that outfit I sent to you?"

"Not yet," I said. I turned to the mirror and looked over my shoulder. I loved the way my ass looked in this new thong. I also really liked the clasp of the new bra. It was very pretty, obvious, like the lock on a safe begging to be opened. I put some more lotion on my hand and rubbed it on my ass cheek. I thought about being in the coffee shop before I went lingerie shopping and noticing the middle aged man on his computer looking at me. The jeans I wore were really cute. I rubbed more lotion on my other ass cheek. I gave it a little smack and smiled. Maybe I was vain. I didn't care. I really hoped that man jerked off thinking about my ass today. I had a sudden image of my sons all standing around me, looking at me and beating off. I really wanted that.

"Well I hope you order it soon," he said, "I think the shop takes a few days to ship. I just really want the night I am home to be special, you know?"

"I know," I said, rubbing the rest of the lotion into my hands. "I will see what I can do."

"Well I need to get to a meeting," Mike said. "I love you, Sarah."

"Have a good meeting," I replied and we both hung up.

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Alex got home a few minutes later. I heard him walk in the front door. He always went to the kitchen next and that's where I was waiting for him. I was just wearing the bra and thong, leaning over the counter and eating a strawberry when he walked in.

"Hey mom," he said without seeing me and then he stopped and looked at me.

"Hi honey," I said to him and then chewed a strawberry. His eyes immediately went to my chest. I loved that so much. "How was work?"

He had to tear his eyes off my tits and looked at me. "Um-good. Good tips today."

I smiled at him. "Good to hear," I said and I stood up straight. "I have been waiting for you."

He looked back at my tits. I absolutely needed the way he looked at me. "You-you have?" he asked.

"Yes, baby," I replied. "Your brothers are all doing stuff today and I thought it would be fun to have a Mommy and Alex date today. Like we used to do."

He swallowed hard and then said, "I would love that so much."

"Come over to the table and sit down," I said to him, gesturing to a chair already pulled out for him.

He walked over to the table and sat down.

I leaned over the side of the table and kissed his forehead like I did when he was a boy. "I have lunch for you and..." I stood up for him to look at me again, "I bought this little outfit just for you. Just for Mommy/Alex day."

His eyes traced over my body the way every shy son looks at his mom. He had this innocent, restrained longing in his eyes. Even with all that had happened, I knew he still struggled with his confidence and where he fit in. As much as I loved the way he was looking at me, it was equally important that he knew that I saw him. He was the apple of my eye and my sweet boy.

I turned around and went to the fridge. Opening the door, I bent over and took the plate with the sandwich I had made for him out. I waited for a minute, enjoying the cool air on my chest. My nipples got very hard. I turned around slowly, smiled wide for my son then brought the plate over to him. "Here you go, love," I said.

"Thank you, Mom," he said to me. His eyes went to my tits again and then to his food.

I sat across the table from him while he ate and we chatted about his work day. The initial shock he had from seeing me this way eased a bit as he ate and we settled into a sweet mom and son interaction. When he finished eating I took his plate and set it in the sink, ran some water and cleaned it off as he had a drink of water. I felt his hungry gaze on my body and I absolutely drank it in. I wanted him to know every inch and angle of my body and for him to feel free to look at me without any shame.

As I cleaned his dishes, I took time to make sure the plate and silverware were clean. I hated things sitting in my sink waiting to be washed. My tits jiggled as I worked and I knew I was over playing that a bit, but his look at me was intoxicating. Finally I was finished and said, "Ok, that's all done."

He smiled at me and asked, "So what are we going to do today, Mom?"

I knelt down slowly, my eyes on his. I got down to my knees and then onto all fours. I began to crawl very carefully towards him. "First," I said to him in a maternal voice. "I want to take a little time to suck your cock, son. I have been thinking about it all day. Then I think we can go out on a date. Maybe miniature golf or a hike. Then we can come back, have dinner and settle in for the night." I crawled to him, my ass sticking up. He was looking over my shoulder at my lower back and ass, following the little string of the thong down my crack. I slid my hands up his thighs to his pants button and opened his pants deliberately. "How does that all sound to you?" I asked him.

"That sounds great, Mom," he said to me. He watched me open his pants and then pull them down to his ankles. His hard cock throbbed and wobbled.

I put my hands on his naked thighs and looked at his penis. Every time I saw it, my body responded. I could see how much my son needed me and how much I needed to be there for him. A mother's heart is overfull of love for her children and as I had begun this new phase with my boys, I understood that what I was doing with them was a natural overflow of my love. It was as if I had to do these things with them and for them--I loved them too much not to.

I met eyes with my son and said, "Alex, I want you to think of Mommy as your cock sucker. I am right here for you, baby. I am always available to you, ok?"

He nodded and put his hand in my messy bun, then traced his fingers down my cheek.

"Say it, sweetie," I said to him gently. "Tell me that I am your cock sucker."

"M-Mom," he said, "You are my cock sucker." His fingers continued to trace my face.

His words and touch made me tingle.

"Yes I am. Mommy loves sucking your cock, Alex," I said to him. My hand slid up his thighs until I gripped him by the base. "I love you so much baby and I always want you." I leaned forward and kissed the tip of his penis in an open mouthed, wet kiss. "Mommy needs your dick. I need to suck it, kiss it, lick it and to fuck it," I said to him as I sucked him for a few seconds. I kept my ass out, making sure he could see me. He needed to see his available mom.

Alex was breathing heavy and he traced my cheek, gently with his hand. "I need you, Mommy," he said to me. His voice was wavering. "I don't want anyone else. I just need you to be my cock sucker.."

I kept my eyes on his as I took his dick deep into my mouth. This wasn't just a blow job, this was intimacy with my son. I pushed my head down until his swollen tip hit the back of my mouth, then I moved up and down very slowly.

He looked at me. I could see the love, lust and emotion in his face. "Mom, I have needed this for so long. I have needed you like this for so long," he said to me. His voice cracked with emotion. He looked over my body as I sucked him.

I felt close to him, beautiful, maternal and, once again, any doubts I had that we were doing the right thing left me. Every single mom needed to do this for her son and every son needed this from his mom. Especially the son that feels the smallest and the most shy. Alex looked at me, watching me slowly suck on his erection, his eyes went from my mouth to my eyes then to my hair, then to my ass, then to my tits and back again. He looked at me without fear or shame. I was his mother, sucking his cock, not out of obligation, but out of love and need for him.

I tasted precum and sucked it down. "Mmm," I moaned on his cock.

"Mom," he said in almost a whisper. "I have been jerking off to you for as long as I have been able to jerk off. I have cum so many times to pictures of us, to articles of your clothing..."

"Mmm," I moaned again on his cock. My eyes on him as I began to suck him faster. My hands wrapped around his waist, my head bobbing up and down.

Alex was fully opening up to me, he didn't want the shame or secrecy anymore. It was finally the confession of a son to his mom and of a lover.

"Once," he said in a whisper. "You fell asleep on the couch watching a movie with me. I-I was sitting beside you, your head on a pillow resting on my leg. Do you remember? I could see down the front of your shirt, mom."

I bobbed my head faster on his cock. I couldn't see his eyes anymore, so I focused on his story and sucking him at a steady rhythm.

"I could see your nipple through your shirt," he said in full confession. "I love your tits, Mom. I was staring at your cleavage and your nipple and I got so hard. I was so hard. I didn't want to get up, and somehow wake you up. So I kept looking down your shirt. I started to rub my cock through my pajama bottoms. I was so worried you were going to wake up. But I couldn't stop. You looked so beautiful."

His confession urged me on and sucked him harder. Using my mouth, lips and tongue to fuck his cock. He needed to feel and to know how much I loved him.

"I-I kept edging myself. I couldn't stop. I took my dick out and kept stroking while I looked at you. You stirred a couple times and I thought you were going to wake up so I put it away. But I was so hard, Mom. I wanted you to see me. I was so hard. I wanted you to see how hard I was for you,"

"Mmmm," I moaned again. I increased my pace and I felt him tensing up. I had never knew about this story he was telling me, but deep down, in this moment, I knew that I always wanted to know these things. Every mom wants to be looked at, desired and jerked off to by her son.

"I--I remember using my finger to touch the collar of your shirt. I needed to see you breast, Mom," he said. His voice grew more urgent. "I pulled a little. Then a little more and more. Mommy," he paused. His voice was growing more urgent. "Your nipple popped out. It was so beautiful."

My body was on fire, my mouth was fixed to his cock and I sucked him fast. I knew he was about to burst. I felt his hand in my hair.

"So I pulled my dick out and I stroked it looking at you. Inches from your nipple. Mom," he said. "I pulled my shirt up, stroked and came all over myself."

I pushed my head down hard, his dick hitting the back of my mouth and I pushed again, swallowing on it.

He began to buck his hips.

I devoured him. Alex, erupted somewhere in my mouth and throat. His whole body tensed and then he released, shooting his thick wave. I sucked, swallowed and milked my youngest son's cumming cock. All I could think about was the beautiful image he had given me and sucking the cum out of him.

"Ah! Mom! Ah!" He moaned in a deep, desire filled groan.

Thoughts ran through me: Yes honey. I am here. I need that load, Alex. Mommy needs it. Mommy needs your taste, son.

I sucked him until he was done and continued to suck, using my hand to milk his base, working it in a circle and trying to coax out just a little more. I kept my mouth around the top half of his cock and worked the lower half with my hand. I knew his dickhead was sensitive so I sucked less but kept my mouth there, using my hand to continue stroking.

He hunched over, his hands in my hair and he looked half pained and half euphoric. "Mom! Mom! Please!"

I kept going and I could taste more warmth from his penis. I fed off of it. I gripped him tighter and milked him, twisting my hand and moving up and down his shaft. This is how Mommy sucks her son's cock, giving him everything.

"Ah! Mom! Ah!" he moaned, hunching over more. His hands were tight in my hair.

I pulled off his swollen dick, my hand working in a circle stroke. My mouth open and my eyes open. "Yes, honey, that's it. All of it. Relax, let it go. Give it all to Mommy. Shoot it in my fucking mouth. All of it," I urged in a throated whisper.

"Ah!" he yelped.

His dick throbbed and another thin spurt shot into my mouth, then another and then another.

I kept going until I was sure he was done. I slowed my hand, but kept stroking him, using my hand to relax him.

He let go of my hair and leaned back, shaking a bit as I touched sensitive spots.

"Shhh," I said to him softly as I moved my hand to just his base and I gripped him. "That was so good, Alex. Thank you for that. That was so good, honey. You are so strong." I leaned forward and kissed his shaft gently, then rested my head on his thigh.

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We sat at the table at the coffee shop sipping our drinks. The weather did not cooperate so we wound up going to Alex's favorite coffee shop to hang out and play cards. It was a sweet time of playing some card games that we used to play and just being together. Being out and about in this way had a slight complication to it, and as such a wonderful lurid, almost taboo undertone that we both enjoyed.

We knew it was likely that we would see people we knew from school or the neighborhood and so that brought up the question of what was our relationship like in public? Certainly and of course we were mother and son, but the depth of that connection couldn't be shared everywhere in public. But at the same time, the lines could be blurred in fun ways that would create sweet moments for us, but to the outside they wouldn't appear to be more than just a mom and son that were close.

I wore a just above the knee length skirt and a tank top, an outfit that Alex had specifically requested. It wasn't lost on me that my acquiescing to outfits was not different than Mike asking me to wear specific lingerie, the difference in my mind was the way Alex and I worked together over it. Alex wanted me to feel pretty and like his mom and however else I needed and wanted to feel. Then he told me what he thought and we got there that way. With Mike, the point was how he wanted to see me and feel, assuming that I only cared about what he saw. The nuance in the intent mattered a lot to me. More than I realized.

"So how are things at the restaurant?" I asked. We were at a corner table, able to sit close. My legs were crossed and occasionally I would feel him brush my knee.

"They are fine. I mean the money is not bad for what I do," Alex said. "I know it isn't, like a career or something."

"Don't do that," I said to him. "Don't assume you know what I think about any of it, sweetie. Just tell me what you think and feel, don't guess at my feelings. Ok?" I squeezed his hand gently. I considered trying to jerk him off under the table.

He nodded. "Sorry, it is just, you know the deal, I just feel like I am not charging ahead into life like the others. Especially not the way Dad wants."

I laughed. "Let me tell you a secret about your father," I said conspiratorally.

He moved a bit closer to me.

He was my handsome, sweet boy and his eyes continually flickered down to my cleavage.

I really loved this new bra and the way he looked at me in it. I leaned forward a little, so there was a bit more cleavage for him to see. Then I said, "When your father was 18, he had no clue what he wanted to do or what he was doing. Remember, I knew him then and so don't worry so much about what he thinks you should be doing now. He does that to you because deep down he doesn't want you to feel as lost as he did."

Alex glanced back at my chest and then back to my face and nodded. "Really?" He asked. "Dad always seems like he always knew what he wanted."

I pressed my arms together against my chest, shamelessly pushing my cleavage together.

Alex gave me that hungry for Mommy look that I loved.

"People are always in a process of knowing what they want. Sometimes hindsight makes us think we knew. But it is important to understand that it is a process and you will figure it out in your own time," I said to him sweetly.

"Did you know what you wanted?" he asked me, his eyes constantly flickering to my chest.

I shook my head. "I thought I did when I was your age. But that changed when I became a mom. Ever since then I have been learning more and more about being a mom and how much I really do want to be the best mother I can be."

"Mom, you are the best," he said to me genuinely. "To me atleast."

I touched his hand again. "That's all that matters to me, honey," I said to him.

He smiled at me then asked, "Can I take a picture of you right now? You look so beautiful and this has been such a good day."

I nodded. I leaned a bit forward more, so my tits would have full representation as he took the picture.

"We should take lots more pictures today," I said to him with a wink. "Maybe even a video or two if you would like."

He grinned and asked, "Really?"

I nodded. "But I want to be sure that any we take are just between us. Our secrets and memories are just for us. No one else,"I said to him maternally but sweetly.

He nodded seriously. "Yes Mom."

I glanced over to the restroom and noticed a girl leaving it. The key was attached to some metal cup thing and she set it on the counter.

"So what else do you want to do today?" he asked me.

"Do you want to play another game?" I asked.

He nodded and picked up the cards and started dealing. We played several hands, shared a muffin and talked more about his job. Before he started dealing again I took his hand and said, "There is something I really need, Alex."

He looked at me earnestly and asked, "What is it?"

I looked around the mostly empty shop and then gestured to the restroom door. "I am going to get the key to the restroom. I want you to follow me in."

He nodded with an impish grin growing on his face.

I went and got the key to the bathroom and then walked over to unlock it. As soon as I did, Alex got up and followed me in. I closed the door, locked it then looked around the bathroom. I went over to the sink counter and sat on it, facing my son. I gestured for him to approach and he did.

"Alex, I need you to suck on my tits for a little while," I said to him very seriously. "Can you do that for Mommy?"

He nodded and I pulled down the front of my tank top and then the front of my bra, exposing my left nipple to my son. "I need your mouth on me, son," I said to him in a whisper.

He leaned forward and took my breast into his mouth and sucked.

I gripped it and fed it to him. The sensation of his lips, teeth and tongue on my sensitive tit was exactly what I needed. "That's it honey, suck Mommy's titty. Yes honey, suck it like you need it. I need you like this, Alex," I whispered to him.

I am not sure how long we were in the bathroom like that. Long enough for me to have an orgasm. Alex never came, but he didn't need to, even though he got really hard. He just sucked, licked and loved on my tits, devouring them with his mouth like a good son, doing what Mommy needed.

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Alex sat on the edge of the bed, naked and holding his hard cock by the base. With the wonderful tit sucking at the coffee shop we decided to head home, forego the dinner ideas I had and get straight to the dessert portion of the evening.

On the drive home, I drove with the side of my top pulled up and one of my tits out for Alex to keep kissing and sucking. The lust and voracious hunger that he had for my breasts was intoxicating to me. After his earlier confession he was losing his inhibitions with me and just showing me his love, lust and desire. Watching him and feeling him lose himself and give in to his lust with my tits made me so incredibly wet and made me feel so close to him.

Thankfully we made it home without incident and now Alex was waiting for me on the bed. I stepped out in the sheer negligee gown, no bra and the soft underwear beneath it. The gown was the right amount of see through, almost but not quite. It felt like something I could sleep in, was a very maternal gown and sexy all at the same time. It was a perfect representation of my relationship with Alex.

His eyes drank me in as I approached him. He lifted his phone and took a few pictures of me. I felt like a model and a mother at the same time.

"What do you think?" I asked him.

"It is almost like the gown you used to have," he said with a smile. "But sexier."

I smiled at him and kissed his forehead. His hands slid over my chest and then my exposed legs. I let him explore me with his hands for a while. His fingers traced my legs, then my fabric covered breasts and nipples then up to my cheek.

As he touched me he looked over my body with careful care and a kind of lust filled innocence that only Alex had. His touch made me tingle and shiver, sending traces of feeling through my goosebumped skin and down to my crotch. I was beyond wet when he gently pulled up my night gown and kissed my stomach.

I removed the gown over my head as he made his way back to my tits and started to suck them again. He gripped my tit and sucked it deep then let it out of his mouth with a loud pop over and over again. It felt so good. I took his phone and filmed a video of him doing this to my tit. It was something that I would watch later over and over again.

When he was done, I made my way down to my knees, one of my favorite places with Alex. I loved when he looked down on me like that, making him feel strong with his penis looming. I needed him to see his mommy as hungry for his cock.

I gripped my right tit and rubbed the nipple on his dick, back and forth until my nip was a hard bead. Drips of precum formed and I rubbed them with my tit, then went to the other nipple. My son's cock was swollen and harder than before in my tight fist. I could feel his attention transfixed on what I was doing as I continued to rub his dick on my nipples. Back and forth, back and forth. No rush. No urgency. Just mom and son play time.

"Mommy," he said to me in a lust-laden whisper. "Be my cock sucker"

"Yes baby," I replied. "Keep telling mommy about being your cock sucker. I want to hear you while I enjoy myself with your dick."

"Yes Mom," he replied and then he gasped as I took the swollen tip into my mouth.

He was turgid and thick as I sucked the tip of his dick. I could feel all his pent up excitement from the day's activities and I imagined my son's balls filled to the brim for me. That is what I needed. I knew that I was a naturally giving person and I wanted to meet all my family's needs. But in doing that and as I was thinking through having a date with Alex, I realized also what it was that I needed. It was a simple thing, but I found it meant more to me than I knew.

It started with the connection. The point of contact that I connected with each of my boys and here with Alex, that point was primarily with his hard cock in my mouth. I was not an obligatory and obedient dick sucker. I loved to please, but part of that is I absolutely loved his cock in my mouth. My hyper sex drive had only made this more apparent. It wasn't just doing it for him, I did it for me too. I needed it for me. I needed the soft skin covering the wonderful ridges of his shaft and the swollen thickness of his head. My lips, tongue, mouth and even throat needed his cock. As much as I loved catching him looking at my tits, I likely thought about blowing him as much or more.

"I love that you are my cock sucker, Mommy," Alex said to me. His hand was in my hair and I moved very slowly, up and down on him. "I need your mouth, Mom. I need it on my cock," he continued.

I stopped with the head just in my mouth and I sucked on it hard, my eyes closed as I relished the precum and the thick skin of his mushroom tip. "Mmmm," I moaned around it as I sucked..

My pussy was on fire now and my hand slid down, naturally and started to rub.

Alex looked down into my eyes, put his hand on the back of my head and started to move my head up and down on him again. His fingers winding in my hair, pulling on me and sending more pleasure signals down through my body. Up and down, up and down, up and down. My head was attached to my son's cock.

"Yes Mom," he muttered. "Yes. Take my cock like that. Take my dick deeper. Ah! Yes. Again. Mommy, my dick sucker, take it again in your warm mouth. Yes. Ah! Yes!"

He pushed harder on my head and I took him in my throat. He normally wasn't quite big enough for this, but he was so hard and so excited. His thick head stuck in my throat and I held it there, looking up at him through watering eyes. His gaze was on mine and he pushed down hard on my head. I needed that. I felt his confidence growing. His need to be strong. He wanted to show me how strong he was.

His chin was pressed to his chest as he looked at me. "Yes Mommy," he whispered. "Suck it. Suck it, Mommy."

He pushed me down harder. My chin was in his pubic hair and his balls pressed against my chin. His dickhead was in my throat and I couldn't breathe. I felt my face growing red and my eyes watered but I kept looking up at him. I see you Alex. Mommy sees you, strong boy. Mommy loves you.

"Ah!" he moaned. His face screwed up in pleasure and need. "Swallow it. Swallow my cock, Mom. I need it. I need it. I need it. Swallow my cock, Mommy."

My head felt hot, I knew spit was escaping my lips and my throat gripped his dick. My hands and body were slick with sweat from holding my breath so long. I saw dots and my vision slightly blurred as I kept my eyes on his. I kept my thoughts fully directed at him: Never doubt Mommy loves you. Never doubt that you are the apple of my eye. I will take your cock like this every fucking day, son. Mommy is your cock sucking, cum swallowing, nut emptying lover. Always.

He pulled his cock back out of my mouth.

"Gah!" I gasped. I leaned forward and took in a breath. I felt Alex's gently hand in my hair.

"Are you ok, Mom?" He asked me with some concern.

I took a second to catch my breath. I wiped my eyes and then looked up at my sweet boy then said, "Yes baby." I smiled at him and added, "Mommy needs your cock."

Alex leaned forward and kissed me. I lay back and he was on top of me, kissing my lips, my cheek and my neck. His hands groped my tits, pulling on them and tugging my nipples.

I found his erection with my hand and yanking down my panties with the other hand I brought him between my legs. In a fluid motion he was inside of me and thrusting. I was so wet that he was all the way inside me with ease. I held him against me as he fucked me hard on the floor. I need his cum, I couldn't wait any more. I need him to fuck his balls empty into me. My body was on fire. I gripped his ass as he kissed my neck and grunted. My little boy had completely lost himself in me.

"That's it, Alex. Fuck me. Fuck your mom. Fuck me," I urged him on, whispering in his ear. "Use that cock on me. Fuck me. Fuck Mommy's pussy."

He groaned and kept going, one of his hands gripped my breast hard. His other hand was under me. "Ah! Yes Mom. Yes Mom!"

"Fuck me, baby!" I said to him. "I need that load, son. Fucking give it to me. Fuck that cum into me. Unload into me. Yes! Fuck! Yes!"

He cried out as he began to cum.

My maternal instincts took over. I gripped his ass with both hands and kept him pumping. After a wonderful day like today, this is what we needed. We both needed everything. Mommy's pussy needed everything from his cock and my son needed to empty everything into me.

And he did.