Susan

Susan looked at the time on her computer screen and sighed loudly. It wasn’t even 11:00 AM and already her work was boring her. Staring out of the office window she allowed her mind to wander. Had it really only been a few short hours ago that she’d awoken extra early, crept quietly into her son’s room, climbed into his bed and skilfully sucked on his cock until he exploded into her mouth. The memory made her lick her lips and moan softly. She was getting desperate to spend more quality time with him.

For a while now they’d been fucking each other every chance they got. The boy always came quickly, but at his age he was already for more and sometimes could cum inside his mother three times in less than an hour. The problem was that her husband had been working from home for week’s now, which had severely reduced their opportunities.

She knew of course, that it wouldn’t last for ever, and as her son got older he’d want to hang out more with girls of his own age and to spend less and less time and energy with his mum, but she wanted to him to know that his mother’s warm wet cunt was available to him anytime he needed it.

Looking back around the office she stared at some of her work colleagues and wondered if any of them had a “special arrangement” with their own sons. She looked at Julie, early 40’s, very petite and very curvy, but in a mumsy sort of way. Her son Gary must be about 16 now. She imagined Julie naked apart from very high black leather heels. She was on all fours on her bed, Gary standing behind her, his hands on her hips pulling her back onto his stiff cock. Before long Gary’s head arches back and he gasps as he starts to cum up his mother. Julie’s eyes were closed but she also had a huge blissful grin on her face.

Then there was Sandra, late 30’s, quite tall, slim and very glamorous. Her husband had a well-paid job so Sandra’s salary was mostly spent on clothes, shoes and trips to the salon. No supermarket multi-pack tights for Sandra! She insisted on 100% nylon stockings worn with a real suspender belt or girdle, and always with very high heels. Her son, Susan thought, would probably be about 17, and was called David, she thinks! She imagined Sandra and David lying together, Sandra’s stockinged feet are placed on her son’s face as she expertly massages his balls and wanks his cock with her oiled hands. David grabs her ankles and inhales deeply from his mother’s nyloned toes just as thick globs of spunk jet from his cock.

Susan could feel the wetness in her knickers and hoped it hadn’t started to seep onto the crotch of her tights. She needed her son’s cock so bad. It was too much, no-one would miss her for 10 minutes if she just nipped to the loo to sort herself out. Maybe she could then concentrate on her work. Rising from her desk and trying to appear as normal as possible she headed down the corridor to the toilets, but hadn’t gone a few steps when she felt her phone buzz in her pocket. It was a text from her son! “Dad’s gone to play golf and will be staying for a few drinks after”. Susan’s fingers trembled as she typed the simple reply, “I’ll be there in 30”.

Now, what to say her dickhead of a male boss? Headache, upset stomach, no, she had it, her excuse would be… women’s troubles!!!

Less than 90 minutes later Susan was lying on her bed wearing black suspender tights. Her legs were raised and spread wide, her hands behind her thighs to help support them. Her hair was flat against her forehead, perspiration making it stick to her skin. The remnants of her morning make up and lipstick were slightly smeared on her face. Her son was between her legs, his cock ploughing hard and fast into her very wet cunt. Each powerful thrust pushed her up the bed a little and made her whimper in delight. She'd already cum twice, by rubbing her clit as her son had urgently fucked her doggy style. She had been so ready for it and had cried out as her first orgasm ripped through her. The sight, and especially the sound of his mother cumming on his cock had pushed the boy over the edge, and he had gasped loudly as he emptied his heavy balls deep into her. Susan hadn't stopped rubbing her clit and her boy's very powerful orgasm had triggered her second cum less than 30 seconds after the first.

Barely without a break he'd been hard again, and she willingly lay back as he slid back in. He'd been going over 20 minutes now, at a pace that made her breathless. She was in heaven! She couldn't believe how wet she was, as her juices combined with her son's huge load of previously deposited spunk sloshed in and out of her cunt. She was so wet! As she was so loose and open now she was slightly concerned that her boy may not be be able to feel much, and she looked at him through half open eyes. Bless him, his eyes were tight shut and he was biting his bottom lip in concentration, he wanted to last as long as he could for his mum!

The hard pounding she was getting now was more than making up for the last few weeks of rushed blowjobs and furtive attempts of time together. On changing out of her work clothes of an evening she had started to bundle up her work tights and knickers from that day and leave them under his bed for him to sniff as he wanked. Sometimes she'd make an excuse to go upstairs at a pre-arranged time, leaving her husband alone only for a minute, knock on her son's door and enter. Her boy would be standing up, naked from the waist down, wanking his stiff cock as he held the feet of her tights to his nose. All she had to do was squat down and open her mouth and almost instantly thick globs of her son's spunk would land on her tongue. Swallowing it all she would stand back up, check in a mirror to make sure no cum had landed on her hair or clothes, then return back downstairs as if nothing had happened. Last week on a text message her son had asked if she could add her work high heels to the knickers and tights bundle!

She was getting exhausted and badly needed a drink, she needed to make him cum again.