Teresa and Her Son, Lamont

I stood in the kitchen area of my apartment on a Friday evening making my baby’s favorite for dinner waiting for him to come through the front door. Well, he’s not a baby anymore. He’s 16 years old and his name is Lamont.

Oh, where are my manners? My name’s Teresa and this is my story.

My face lit up as I heard my front door unlock, but as the door opened a look of disgust graced my face. My brown eyes stared at my ex-husband, Brian.
“Bastard,” I thought to myself and that’s exactly what he was.

Brian was the reason our family trio had turned into Brian and Teresa with Lamont in the middle.

After Lamont was born Brian began working more to support us, but all his working as I came to find out was actually an affair with a female co-worker. I forgave the infidelity for my then little boy’s sake, but after Brian cheated again when Lamont was thirteen…I knew my marriage was over.

The divorce went fairly smooth thanks to the prenuptial agreement we each signed. We’d each leave the union with what we came in with. As for the custody of our son, joint-custody was agreed upon, but not the way I’d hoped or envisioned. Brian was granted the weekdays with Lamont while I got time with my baby on the weekends and holidays.

The look of disgust on my face turned into a smile as Lamont appeared in front of his father smiling happily to see after a long week apart. My baby’s a total Mama’s Boy and proud of it. He even still calls me Mommy. I came from the kitchen and embraced my growing boy. Lamont hugged me back tightly.

“You missed me didn’t you,” I said after kissing his cheek.

“You know I did, Ma.”

My ears heard Brian groan at our loving display. He swore how close Lamont and I were was going to make our son soft. Every man wants their son to be tough, but for black men it’s an absolute must. Plus it didn’t help that Lamont was a late bloomer too. Lamont showed the signs of becoming a grown man, but sexually he was shy and reserved. One of my civilized conversations with Brian suggested that didn’t even masturbate (Brian and I both were witnesses to his erections).

“Do you have homework?” I asked.

“Yeah,”

“Then get to it and I’ll call you when dinner’s ready,” I said before watching Lamont make his way his to my room and disappear behind the bedroom door.

I turned to Brian, who roughly told me, “I’ll be here Sunday night to pick him up,” before taking his leave from my home.

It was around five-thirty when I finished dinner. I came to my bedroom and softly opened the door not wanting to disturb Lamont while he did his schoolwork. Looking in on my son, I admired what a handsome young man he was becoming. His honey-bronze skin (that he inherited from me) glowed in the room’s light. His black hair was cut low and the glasses he wore over his beautiful hazel eyes made him look so cute.

“Lamont,” I called softly.

Lamont lifted his head from his work and replied, “Yes, Ma,”

“Dinner’s ready,” I said with a smile. “I made your favorite.”

I knew Lamont was hungry by the way he super-sped past me towards the kitchen, but was stopped in his tracks by me telling him to wash his hands first. We sat down in the living/dining room on the couch (that pulled out to make Lamont’s bed) with plates of spaghetti, slurping up pasta and conversing.

“How’s school been, sweetie?” I asked making a new topic to talk about.

After swallowing a fork full of his dinner Lamont answered with, “Good…I got a “B” on my Math test.”

“You go boy,” I said with excitement for him. “Let me find out my baby’s a genius,”

Lamont blushed at my compliment and kept on eating then suddenly told me, “I love you.”

His words plucked at my heart strings. Lamont could be so sweet when he wanted to. Sure he wasn’t ready for girls now, but when he was I had no doubt he’d make some lucky girl very happy.

We each finished eating and while Lamont retreated back into my room to finish his homework, I had dish duty and took the opportunity to set up Lamont’s bed for him. Around eight ‘o clock we both began to wind down. I lay in my bed curled up with a good urban fiction novel to read while Lamont watched TV relaxing on the pull-out couch. Time passed quickly as the book I read drew me into its fictional world and before I knew it was ten-thirty. I saved my place in the book and put it away because as night had completely fallen, my kitty’s nightly urge called out to me. I got out of bed and cracked my door open a bit.

I looked out to find Lamont peacefully dreaming. I didn’t want him to hear his mother pleasuring herself. I returned to bed grabbing my vibrator from underneath my pillow and began rubbing it on my nipples. I moaned softly as my nipples saluted the world. My electric friend soon found its way to my snatch and the stimulation felt so good, I fought the urge to scream. I closed my eyes, feeling my climax near. I needed to cum so bad, but just before I could...there was a light knock on the door.

“Oh my God,” I screamed to myself. “Please don’t tell me he heard.”

I was so embarrassed. I’d woken my son up playing with myself. I slid the vibrator under the bed as the knocks grew a bit louder.

“Yes,” I answered the knocking. “Come in Lamont,”

The door opened slowly as Lamont said, “Mommy…I need your help.”

“With what sweetie?” I replied as I turned the bedroom light on.

From the moment the light illuminated the room, I sat up in disbelief at what my eyes were looking at Lamont stood before me pitching a hard tent in his pajama bottoms.

“It hurts Mama,” Lamont told me as he held himself. “Can you help me?”

For the second time of the day a look of disgust graced my face. Can you help me? Even though I was disgusted by what Lamont was asking of me, I realized his late blooming would force such a question. He didn’t masturbate (or probably didn’t even know how), so he was coming to his Mommy for help. In a strange way the entire situation was kind of cute.

Now can’t I really explain my actions after this point. Either it was due to me still being horny or seeing how Lamont was (it sure as hell wasn’t maternal instinct), but I felt the sudden urge to help my son…no matter how wrong it was.

I patted my bed, “Come here Lamont. Mama can help you,”

I slid over in bed as my son joined me in it. We just stared at one another a minute before I told him to lie back. I could feel Lamont’s nervousness as he continued to stare at me.

“It’s okay sweetie,” I assured him. “If you don’t like it…we can stop.”

Lamont nodded at my words as a sign that he understood and laid back. My hand instantly found his wooded member, feeling it throb and pulse under my hand. I began rubbing Lamont through his pants and a soft moan escaped his lips which I surprisingly found pleasing to my ears.

“How’s it feel, baby?” I asked as my fingertips danced on his cock.

“It feels nice,” My son breathed out. “Keep going Mama.”

Lamont’s approval of what I was doing eased the wrongness I was feeling and I took our engagement up a level. I slid his pants and underwear down revealing (to my shock) his nine inch baby maker. Wrapping my fingers around it, I gave it a few strokes causing pre-cum to form at the tip and a static charge to hit my kitty. I was giving my son a hand job and it was turning me on. Talk about your surreal moments.

With each stroke I gave Lamont, the more my clit twitched and it felt was driving me insane. My hotbox was heating up something fierce. So much so that I began talking dirty to Lamont.

“Come on, baby…cum for your Mommy, Lamont.”

“Ahh…I feel it, Mama!” He moaned loudly about to shoot his seed. “I feel…oooh,”

I began stroking him as fast as I could.

“Mama wants to see you bust, baby. Give Mommy that nut,” I urged him and as if on cue, Lamont’s cock shot its load all over my hand.

Almost instinctively we cuddled up together. Lamont fought gather himself after climax so hard.

“That was amazing, Ma,” he told me while pulling his pants and boxers up.

I kissed his forehead and replied, “Hush baby…just go to sleep.”

Realization hit me hard at what I’d just done…and liked it. Lamont snuggled close to me as he began to fall asleep. Watching my boy sleep, I really had no choice, but to join him in dreamland…even if the inside of my panties were drenched in my orgasmic fluids.

I took a hot shower around 9 o'clock Saturday morning. The events of the previous night played in my head. Lamont’s love stick in my hand stroking it and him begging his Mama not to stop, but what I thought of most was the effect it had on me. Thinking of last night made my pussy twitch erotically.

“It was wrong,” my logic told me, but that’s what turned me on about the whole thing.

It was a forbidden act. Plus the night before was the first time in three years I’d felt a real dick in my hand. Since my divorce I’d been on a three year long sexual drought. I was a horny nut basket.

'I made Lamont cum…why couldn’t I show him how to return the favor', I thought to myself.

Naughty incestuous thoughts began creeping into my head and they made my womanhood drip accordingly. The incestuous notions twisted my brain and I went into seductress mode (all women have it). I came back into my bedroom in a fresh pink bra and a matching pair of panties to find my son awoke sitting up in bed.

“Morning Ma,” He said sweetly.

“Good morning,” I replied with a smiled as I rejoined him in bed.

We just stared at one another a bit before I cut right to the chase.

I placed a loving hand on his cheek and said, “Mommy wants to talk to about something, baby.”

Lamont nodded showing me I had his undivided attention.

“You liked what I did last night, right?”

“Mmhm...”

My hand began its journey up his left leg, “Well…what if Mama said she wanted to do things like that more often?”

I caressed and kneed his thigh gently, “How’s that sound?”

“Good,” Lamont replied with a low moan that was followed by another as I reached his growing manhood.

Soft gasping moans and groans escaped his mouth at my touch.

“You like Mommy touching you, huh?” I teased him. “You can touch me too, Lamont.”

My second sentence made my boy stiffen up in nervousness.

“Like this,” I said grabbing his hand and helped him cup my left D cup breast.

Lamont inherited his father’s soft hands. He started with my left breasts and moved to the right one, squeezing them gently. Fondling my chest made his cock lengthen more. I removed my bra and pulled Lamont’s head to my tits. Instantly, he began sucking on them.

“Mmm,” I moaned. “Suck Mama’s titties...”

Lamont added his tongue a bit, flicking my nipples with the tip of it. After a good while of suckling on breasts, I decided it was time for my boy to go south of the beltline. Not before kissing each other for the first time though. I lightly gripped his chin, pressing my lips to his. I had to kiss Lamont a few times before he finally kissed me back. Lamont moaned into my mouth as I spread his lips with tongue and flooded his mouth with it. I was moving slowly for my son, but he was quick learner. I ended our lip-lock and to Lamont’s amazement removed my panties.

I kissed his lips, “Mommy wants you lick her pussy. Can you do that?”

Lamont replied with a simple head nod.

I spread my legs and patted the spot between them, “Right here…in between my legs.”

Lamont found the pathway to my vagina and settled there. He was about to dive first into my love center, but I stopped him.

“Take it slow, sweetie. We’ve got all morning,”

Lamont nodded and licked my labia lips slowly.

"Yeah…like that,” I moaned. “A little faster now…come on,”

My 16 year old did as I told and started lapping his tongue on my pussy. While licking he found my clit and went to work on it as well.

“Good boy…oooh tongue Mommy’s clit. You got to make it nice and wet.” I quickly followed that up with, “Put your fingers down there. Rub Mama’s kitty cat,”

Lamont massaged my clit making it start to cream.

“Yeah, Lamont…rub it. Make the kitty wet,”

Lamont followed each instruction I gave him and came to find out he was natural at sex.

“Now…fuck my pussy with your tongue. Just your tongue, baby,”

Lamont’s tongue moved in and out of me slowly.

“That’s it baby…in and out. In and out,” I moaned loudly.

My baby stopped to give me a smile.

“Come on, sweetie. Do it again…in and out,” I urged.

Lamont went back to tongue fucking me until a told him to stop. My pussy was hot and craving the dick now. Lamont came up from my legs and kissed me, letting me taste myself.

“How’d I do Mama?” He asked.

I stroked his cheek, “You did good…real good baby, but Mommy wants that cock. Are you gonna give it to her?”

“Yup,” Lamont said before he slid his pants and underwear off.

I pulled Lamont on top of me and slid his nine inches into my slit, filling me up. In this department he needed no instruction. I yelped as he shoved his hard dick inside me as deep as it would go. Lamont hit my g-spot with each stroke he gave and it felt so fucking good.

“Oh God…fuck your Mama’s pussy, Lamont!” I screamed. “Fuck me,”

“It feels so good, Ma.” Lamont groaned as he kissed on me.

He had a direct aim into me as he gave me his young pipe deep and fast, like a jack-hammer. Pounding into his mother’s coochie, all kinds of sounds exited his mouth in pure ecstasy.

“Mmm…I feel it, Mama.” He groaned.

“Is my baby gonna cum? Cum in Mama’s pussy, Lamont,” I replied feeling my own climax nearing.

After three years of my vibrator about to cum on a real dick (even though it was my son’s) felt awesome.

“Oooh! I’m cumming, Ma!” Lamont yelled. “I’m cumming,”

“Yes! Give Mama that cum, baby. All of it,” I urged as Lamont’s seed coated my insides.

Mere minutes later, my orgasm overtook and I found myself convulsing as I came all over Lamont’s dick. We then lay in my bed a sweaty, sexually sated heap.

“Was I good, Mama?” Lamont asked as he fought to catch his breath.

I caressed him lightly, “You were real good, Lamont.”

I wrapped my arms around my son and kissed his forehead, “You got to promise me something though, baby.”

“What’s that?”

“You can’t tell your Daddy about any of this. If he finds out…we’ll never get to do this again.” I explained.

“We get to do this again?” Lamont asked in surprise.

“Yeah…would you like that?”

“Yeah…I would. I won’t tell Dad, Ma. I promise…”

“Good,” I replied looking at the clock, which read, 10:30 a.m.

“It’s still breakfast time, baby. You wanna make some pancakes?” I asked after kissing Lamont’s lips.

“Most definitely…after all that I’m hungry,”

I got out of bed, retrieved my clothes, and made my way to the kitchen. Breakfast was going to help us regain our strength…because the day was young…and we had the rest of Saturday and all of Sunday plus our carnal fun was far from done.