A Son’s Visit in the Storm, Frightened teen seeks comfort with his mom

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A Son’s Visit in the Storm, Frightened teen seeks comfort with his mom,
It was a frightful night, thunder crashing, lightning flashing, and I’d managed to sleep through most of it. I’d come home from an office party late, a little tipsy, and said hello to my son, Bobby, 18, and slipped off to bed, falling asleep quickly and not noticing the storm outside until later.

That’s when Bobby crept into my room. He was never good with storms and always sought solace with me, his single mother. But that was years ago, he hadn’t done it for awhile, and now, at age 49, I missed those nights of cuddling innocence.

At first, I heard him softly whisper “Mom,” in the flash and growl of the storm, but chose to ignore it, thinking it was a dream. But it wasn’t, and when I felt the covers slip off and Bobby climb beneath, I was about to roll over to face and comfort him when he uttered, “Oh, Mom, Mom, Mom….”

It wasn’t said in innocence, but in wanting, a lusty growl to his tone. I had been snoring a bit when he came in, I heard myself doing it when I first woke, groggily, and he must have assumed I was still out. I didn’t know what to do, so I emitted fake, low snores now, to make him think I was asleep. I’m not sure why I did it, it would have made sense to just wake up and say hello, comfort him, but as he climbed in next to me, pulling up to my backside with his crotch, his strong arm over me, I couldn’t move. I froze. I panicked. And I was never hornier in my life!

But this was wrong, I thought, it’s my son, my grown-up, handsome, muscular, smooth-skinned young son, why WAS I having these thoughts? But I couldn’t shake them and they grew stronger still as I felt Bobby’s evident attraction to me pressed into the soft flesh of my milky white ass in my thong: Bobby’s hard-on was firmly poked into those supple cheeks, and he was slowly, almost imperceptibly grinding into his mother’s bum!

I didn’t know what to do, so I did nothing as he slowly humped my butt, and his strong right hand came over the top to nestle into my cleavage, kneading the flesh gently and then twisting a nipple in his fingers. My pussy was afire, as hot as the lightning flashing outside, as I felt myself wet for him.

Slowly, gently, he nuzzled my neck, softly kissing and licking the wrinkled flesh of it, wrinkles I’d long felt ugly and unattractive but which clearly aroused my son now as I felt his cock get harder still nestled into the warm grip of my ass cheeks. He licked and chewed just enough to not wake me, or so he thought, and his tongue was nuclear hot on my neck as he licked me there.

I sleep in a thong only most times, and now Bobby slowly licked down my back, tickling my flesh, and then nuzzled his nose into the cleft of my ass, now vacated by his cock, and I felt and heard his nose poke inside, smelling my asshole! I couldn’t believe it, but neither did I want it to stop as he moaned and inhaled my scent between my cheeks, which he gently held apart in his strong hands.

And then he licked me there, his long tongue probing inside my asshole, digging deeper as he moaned! No man had ever done that to me before, and I had to admit it felt fantastic, to have a wet probing of my virginal ass done by someone so well versed in what he was doing. My mind raced, wondering whose asshole he’d licked to get so good at licking his mother’s now! He licked deeper, tongue fucking me more rapidly and I had to hold my breath and remember to pretend I was asleep!

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