Kevin Sellers - Mom wants more

Troy was gone. She was alone.

But he'd been there, and that was enough.

Wide awake now, Gwen vividly remembered the entire scene. Her blush deepened to scarlet as every detail returned, as real and clear as if it had only happened a moment ago.

She'd really done it. She'd seduced her own son! Humiliation surged through her, and she slumped back, staring at the ceiling in mortification, feeling tears spring up. "Oh my God, oh no…"

But even as remorse hit her full force, the image of Troy's beautiful prick sent an ache through her cunt. She knew that what had happened was an accident. In trying to make a new life far herself, she'd stirred up too many old emotions, and the appearance of Troy's stiff young pecker had simply been too tantalizing to ignore. He was her son, but for a moment he'd been much more. That was all. And nothing like it would ever happen again. Not ever.

But, as she finally rose and dressed, she couldn't help feeling a twinge of uncertainty at the warm hungry glow deep in her pussy. The feel of Troy's prick was still there, too persistent to deny. As she went about her morning's activities, glad he wasn't home and that she didn't have to face him again just yet, she could feel that cunt-tingling warmth spreading relentlessly through her as if her entire body was still vibrating from the hard thrusts of his cock.

Trying hard to ignore those vibrations, she went downstairs.

The kitchen table was cluttered with breakfast dishes, and she had to smile. Troy was such a typical teenage boy, always leaving a mess wherever he went. More than likely he'd been in a hurry to stop in at one of his friend's homes, and hadn't taken the time to clean up.

As she cleared the table, Gwen smiled. She didn't mind her son's messes. In fact, she enjoyed cleaning up after him. Besides, he was always on the go throughout the weekends. Running in and out unexpectedly, always going to do something with Randy or Phil or… A sudden chill went through her. He wouldn't tell anybody what happened, would he?

In the midst of preparing her own breakfast of toast and coffee, Gwen shuddered. She knew how boys liked to talk, especially when they could brag – "Hey guys, guess who I screwed last night? My own Mom!"

Gad, she could hear it now!

Her face burning with humiliation, she tried to eat her meal as if this were any ordinary Saturday morning.

Forcing down her toast, she had to admit the one awful lesson of last night's experience: it could never, ever happen again! The mere idea of a mother fucking her own son was sick and disgusting, degrading. She couldn't allow it to go further, no matter how horny the thought of his luscious big prick made her.

But… what if Troy didn't want to stop?

The results of her escapade seemed to pile in on her in a jumble of new problems, one building on top of another. And through it all, that deep rich glow in her cunt didn't ease a bit.

As she finished washing the last of the breakfast dishes, the back door slammed open and Troy burst in.

"Ah, Mom."

Standing in the center of the kitchen, he was dripping wet and grinning from ear to ear.

Gwen didn't know how to react. Her son's sudden arrival caught her by surprise, and she felt herself blushing all over again.

But his smiling expression and steady gaze beneath soaked plastered hair was without even a flicker of memory at what had happened last night, and she relaxed enough to talk.

"Troy King, what on earth have you been up to?"

Wearing nothing but a pair of sopping cut-off jeans, he shrugged. His broad young shoulders glistened, and beads of water trickled on his chest.

"Oh, nothing much. They filled up the municipal pool yesterday, and some of us guys climbed over the fence and got a free swim! That's why I had to leave early. If you stay too late, they'll catch you."

"Troy!" Gwen's eyes went wide with motherly concern. "You could've been arrested for pulling a stunt like that! And it's not summer yet, young man! With only three weeks of school left, I don't want you catching a cold and – oh, go dry yourself off before… No, I don't want you tracking up the whole house like that. I'll get some towels, and you stand right there. And don't think you've heard the last of this!"

Drying her hands on a damp dishtowel, she hurried through the living room to the bathroom and came back with a couple of towels. She handed one to Troy and took the other herself, sweeping it over his back as he bent to do his legs.

"It's okay, Mom," he said, trying to soothe her. "Nobody was there, and they wouldn't have cared. I could be a lifeguard this summer if I want to, and I could get in lots of swimming and get paid for it!"

"Well," she said, managing to keep her tone from sounding scolding, "that doesn't give you the right to go climbing fences and sneaking onto private property, does it? I… I have half a mind to punish you for this…"

At the moment, punishment was the furthest thing from Gwen's mind. As she guided the towel over her son's smooth skin, that now-familiar vibration was soaring through her more strongly than ever. Despite all her determination, she felt her cunt creaming wildly as the towel rolled with loving care over Troy's back and shoulders.

He grinned. "How'd you sleep, Mom? Good?"

"Never you mind about that," Gwen said sternly, feeling herself wilt. The towel in her hand dropped tentatively over Troy's denim-clad asscheeks. "You… you'd better get out of this wet thing, before you come down with pneumonia. I won't have you getting sick this close to graduation. You heard me, young man. Peel!"

Troy met her gaze, and she felt her face burn in mixed lust and embarrassment as his grin widened. "Okay, Mom. Anything you say."

Unfastening the cut-offs, he squirmed out of them and let them fall in a wet heap on the floor.

Gwen felt juice gush from her cunt at the sight of his taut young asscheeks. Smooth and slender and muscular, his asscheeks rippled as she toweled them dry, paying equal attention to each firm globe.

But, even as she went through those motions, her concentration was fully on Troy's wet limp pecker. Glistening and dangling from its lightly clad nest of fur, his cock bobbled enticingly.

He noticed her stare and casually tossed his own towel aside. "My towel's too wet already," he explained quickly. "You want to finish me?"

"I…" Gwen couldn't seem to make herself say no. The nearness of his thick dripping prick brought back all the hunger she'd sworn not to feel, and her pussy was melting with an insatiable appetite for more. She gave in. "Oh, all right. If that's the only way I can keep you happy."

Moving around to face him, she let the towel drift down between his thighs.

The first touch of his flopping cock sent an electric current through her cunt. Pussy juice oozed forth as she rolled and kneaded the limp dick beneath her fingers. She felt her sop's cock stirring to life.

Gwen gasped, turned on more than ever by the feel of his cock hardening in her hand. But this wasn't just any cock. This was her son's cock, her son's pumping, fucking, cunt-filling prick, the same prick that had driven her to unbelievable bliss just last night.

Giddy with excitement, she abruptly sank to her knees and went to work with both hands, the towel between his thighs and bringing it up to his balls. Practically hairless, his balls looked like a pair of delicate robin's eggs encased in a wrinkled sack. The temptation was suddenly unendurable. She leaned forward, placing her lips lightly to each tender ball, her tongue darting wetly over them.

Delighted, he groaned as his cock leaped up even stiffer, brushing against her cheek.

Breathing heavily, Gwen smiled up at him. "Well, they do say that nothing cures like a mother's kiss, don't they? And we do want to keep you healthy."