I stood in my kitchen watching my two sons eating their breakfast. Shane, who was the older at eighteen, and Shawn, who was sixteen. I'm black and my husband's native American and our sons reflected our separate races. Shane was a mocha complexion, while Shawn was caramel colored like his fine daddy. Along with their skin color, my boys were complete opposites. Shane was an outgoing young man and the girls he had flocking around him proved it. Shawn on the other hand, was shy and very sensitive. He keeps to himself, buried in his writing projects.
“How's school going, guys?” I asked them suddenly.
“Cool,” Shane answered first, “An “A” here, a “B” there.”
Shawn didn't reply, he just continued eating.
“Shawn,” I called his name walking over to him.
I knelt beside him, “How's school, baby?” I asked again.
“Um...it's fine,” he said with his normal timidness.
Shawn was so shy, he couldn't even look me, his own mother in the eye. I'd usually have to bring up a topic of interest to him for him to open up.
“How's that story you're writing coming along?”
“Good,” he said louder than his normal tone, “There's gonna be a sword fight coming up.”
“Interesting,” I said before eying the clock, seeing that it was time for them to go to school.
My boys finished their breakfast, grabbed their book bags, and headed for the door. Shane walked right the door to his friends giving pounds and shaking hand, but Shawn stopped, walked back in the kitchen and kissed his mom on the cheek than rushed for the door.
I smiled to myself. “He's such a sweetheart.” I said inwardly, there was no time waste because I had to get to work. I'm a secretary for a law firm. My husband is a police officer and his hours are crazy, but the most important thing is that he comes home. I work from nine 'o clock to five 'o clock, but my break is as two-thirty, ten minutes before the boys get home from school. I stood at screen door waiting for them. After a few minutes I spotted them. Shane walking with his arms around a girl and Shawn walking behind them not wanting to disturb them. He told about days like this. How he wished he could get girls to like him, like how they liked his older brother. As Shane and his girl stopped to kiss, Shawn walked passed them and into the house.
Seeing his brother with girls did something to Shawn. He was happy for his brother, but he was a bit envious as well.
He walked up to me saddened, “Hi, Mama.”
“Hi baby,” I said placing a hand on his cheek.
Shawn walked up to me with a big grin on his face.
“Who's the girl?” I asked.
“Adriana,” Shane answered, “She a friend of mine.”
“Looks like more than that to me,” I replied.
Shane smirked at me and walked to upstairs to his room.
I made hot dogs for dinner and like this morning watched my growing boys eat.
There wasn't much conversation because the boys knew, right after dinner its time to do homework. In my house, homework is a must. Shawn finished first and headed to his room.
“ You could try a little harder not to flaunt your girlfriends in front of your brother,” I said suddenly to Shane.
“Ma, he's not a baby.” My oldest told me, “I'm just showing him how to get a girl.”
“By kissing them in front of him?” I countered. “That's not working.”
“He needs to learn something. He can't keep that V-Card of his forever,” Shane said with a laugh.
“ Shane Douglas Michaels!” I snapped at him. “How dare you say that to me!”
“I was playing,” he quickly told me, but I wasn't having it.
“Give me your phone,” I ordered, putting out my hand.
Shane placed his cellphone in my hand and got up from the table, storming to his room.
All were asleep by eleven 'o clock. All, but me. A faint moaning kept me up. I left my husband laying in bed, put my robe on and headed to the third floor. As I ascended the stairs the moaning got louder. I stood before Shane's door since it was directly at the top of the steps. I propped the door open a bit to find him sleeping peaceful. I closed the door gently and I walked past the middle room to Shawn's room. As I approached the moaning got even louder. I propped his door like I did Shane's, but instead of finding another sleeping son, I found my youngest slowly masturbating.
“Adriana,” he softly moaned, stroking himself up and down.
“He likes Adriana too,” I said to myself still watching him.
He was well-endowed like his father. He dick at least eight inches long and thick like a beer bottle.
“Ah!” He yelped, probably feeling his cum rising. My baby stroked his dick faster.
“Mmm! Oh!” Shawn moaned before cumming on his stomach.
He peacefully went to sleep and I crept back down to bed.
The next morning as Shawn ate his breakfast, I stood next to him.
“Morning baby,” I said before kissing his cheek.
“Morning Mom,” he said softly.
I sat next to him. Shawn looked away from me.
“It hurts my feelings when you do that,” I told him.
Shawn finally looked me straight in the eyes.
“Sorry,” he said still looking me in the face. “I should look people in the face more often.”
“Especially me, sweetie. I'm your Mama.”
“Yeah, I know,” Shawn said before he looked away.
“Who's Adriana?” I asked him and he squirmed in his seat.
“Um....she's a friend.”
“You like her?” I asked wanting my son to open up to me.
Shawn nodded and bit his lip. “Yeah Mama, I like her,” he told me blushing.
His facial expression got serious, “But she's with--”
“Shane. I know, Shawn,” I finished his thought.
Shawn frowned. He turned away from me and I heard him start to sniffle.
He buried his face in his hands.
I wrapped my arms around him, “It's okay, baby.”
My son was crying in my arms. I rubbed his back, “It's all right, Shawn.”
“Why don't girls like me, Mommy?” He asked sobbing.Mommy
, Shawn only called me that only when he was hurt.
I had no answer to his question, but all I knew was that my baby needed me.
I held my son in my arms, kissing his forehead and I didn't wanna let him go.
Shawn's crying stopped and he looked me in the again,
“Thanks Mommy,” He said after kissing my forehead, “I love you.”
Since it was Saturday and I didn't have to work I spent the day with Shawn. Talking about various things. His hopes, his dreams, what he wanted in life, and it took me by surprise. My son wanted to be an author when he got out of school.
“Today was fun, Mom,” he said standing in my room.
“I enjoyed it,” I told him a smile.
“I'm tired. I should get some sleep,” he told me.
He kissed me on the cheek goodnight and went to his room
Like the night before Shawn was masturbating and I watched him, but this night things went differently. I found the sight intensely arousing. As Shawn started touching himself, I felt my pussy jolt.
“I'm his mother. I can't be enjoying this,” I told myself, but I was enjoying it. My 16-year-old son was touching himself and I, his mother was getting aroused by it.
It was wrong, but no matter how wrong it was I couldn't look away. My pussy seemed to get wetter with each up and down motion Shawn made. My hand found the inside of my panties and I started massaging my spot.
“Mmm,” I moaned softly. I was trying to be as quiet as possible. I didn't want to disturb or scare him. Shawn moaned as he pumped his cock faster as dirty thoughts started creeping in my mind.
“That's right baby, Keep stroking that cock,” I spoke aloud.
My son began to moan loudly.
“Keep going. Make Mama's pussy nice & wet.”
Shawn moaned even louder feeling his cum rise.
“That's it, sweetheart, cum for your Mommy,” I said as I saw Shawn unleashed his load.
He fell asleep and I retreated downstairs with my panties drenched in orgasmic fluid.
I took a deep breath when I climbed into my bed. I felt so dirty, I wanted to fuck my son. Wanted him to lick the very pussy I pushed him out of. All the while my husband's laying right next to me and I couldn't get my son's manhood out my mind. I prayed for some sanity that night.
Sunday, I stayed away from my youngest son all day for fear I'd maul him if we were ever alone. Whenever we were in the same room I'd find some reason to leave.
“What's wrong, Mama?” Shawn asked me softly as he found me in my bedroom.
“Nothing, baby. I just needed some time alone,” I lied to him.
“Okay, Mama.” He said kissing my forehead.
That night, I stood in my normal spot watching Shawn touch and pleasured himself again. When I saw he was close to cumming I started moaning loudly as I fingered myself faster until I heard Shawn gasp.
He pulled up his boxers and got out of bed. I stood frozen when my son saw me standing outside his door.
“Mama,” was all Shawn could say before running back to his bed. He covered himself with his sheets. I heard him whimpering and crying.
“Shawn?” I called entering the room, “You okay, baby?”
“No, mommy,” he told me.
I sat on the edge of his bed. Reaching up, I pulled the sheets off him. Shawn was shaking and crying.
“I'm sorry, Mommy. I'm sorry,” he said about three times.
“I shouldn't be doing that.”
“It's okay...what you were doing is normal, sweetheart,” I told him wiping away his tears.
“Yes,” I assured him putting a hand on his shoulder. Shawn began to calm down.
“Um...sweetie...have you ever kissed a girl?” I asked.
Shawn shook his head no, “But I seen a lot of people doing it.”
“Would you like to try?”
Shawn nodded. This was what I wanted last night...and it was staring me in the face.
I took Shawn's face in my hands and kissed his lips once than a few more times before he started kissing me back.
“Mmm,” escaped his mouth when our lips parted, “You have soft lips, Mama.”
“Let's see what you have under there,” I said point at his sheets covering the lower half of his body.
He pulled the sheets back, revealing him in his boxers with a hard dick.
He blushed when I laid eyes on it.
“Someone's horny,” I teased him, “but Mama is too.”
Shawn looked at me with a shocked expression. He couldn't believe this was happening. I grabbed his hand and placed it inside my wet panties. He started rubbing my pussy a bit.
“Like this, sweetie,” I said guiding his hand in a circular motion on my spot.
I withdrew his hand and took off my panties. I layed on the bed, parting my legs.
“Mama wants you to lick her pussy, okay.”
My handsome boy nodded and placed himself in between my legs.
Shawn started kissing my inner thighs all the way up to my pussy and stopped.
He looked at me with those innocent eyes before his tongue met my wet clit.
“That's it. You're doing good. You're doing real good, baby,” I purred. “Aw, shit.”
Shawn started licking, then after awhile sucking on my pussy. It felt so good, I thought I was gonna cum on his face, but when he started kissing my wetness, I couldn't help but cum.
Shawn wiped me from his face and kissed my lips again.
“Did I do okay?” He asked shyly.
“Better than okay, honey,” I said after returning his kiss.
“Let's see if Mama can help you with this,” I said rubbing on Shawn's hard dick.
I pulled down his boxers and took my baby's dick in my hand. I started stroking it. Up and down, up and down.
“Mmmm. That feels good Mama, don't stop.”
I stroked my baby faster. He closed his eyes, lost in how good I was making him feel. I stopped stroking and he opened his eyes.
“Shawn,” I called his name. “Do you wanna fuck Mommy?
“Yes,” he replied, his dick standing at attention.
“Come here,” I motioned him closer and he slid next to me.
I lay on my back, pulling him on top of me. I grabbed his manhood, leading it into my wetness.
His first few strokes were slow and gentle.
“Like this?” He asked me still slow stroking.
A little faster, baby.”
He obliged me, Shawn sped up, fucking my pussy real deep.
“Mmmm! That's it, baby. Fuck mommy's pussy. Just like that.”
He kept his pace fucking me deep. As he fucked me, his mouth found my breasts. Sucking on my nipples.
“That's right sweetheart. Suck on them like you did when you were a baby.”
Shawn gave me a few more strokes before pulling out of me.
“Mommy, can you?” He asked and I knew what he wanted.
I took my son's dick in my mouth, sucking my juices off my baby's pipe.
“Oh, Mommy. That's--That's good.”
He placed a hand on the back of my head forcing me down on his cock. I deep throat Shawn's member, came up for air and did it again.
I got down on all fours and said, “Fuck me from behind, sweetheart.”
I guided his cock in again and Shawn started to fuck me...hard.
His cock was balls deep in my pussy.
“You like this, Mama?” He said smacking my ass.
“Yes, baby. Smack my ass some more.”
Shawn did as I told him, repeatedly smacking my ass as he beat up his mother's pussy with his dick.
“I'm gonna cum, Mommy,” he said fucking as hard as he could.
“That's right. Mommy wants all your cum,” I replied pumping backward on his cock.
I rubbed my clit fast in order to cum with him.
“Mmmmm! I'm cumming, Mommy. I'm cumming!”
“Me too, sweetie. Me too,” I said streaming my orgasm all over my son's sheets.
We collapsed on the bed laying beside each other.
“Was that good, Mama?”
“You did excellent, baby,” I told him after kissing him a bit, “but Shane and your daddy can never know about this, okay?”
“If they find out we won't be able to do this again, Shawn. It's our little secret.”
“I'm good at keeping secrets.” He said kissing me some more.
I put my bra, panties, and robe back on and headed downstairs.
“You're Mommy's fuck buddy, right Shawn?” I asked.
He smiled and said, “Yes Mama.”
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