Obsession - Sex Stories

Obsession

... ABOUT?” “Well―About you.” “What about ME?” He’d gotten me pretty curious and maybe a bit concerned. “About how pretty you are and stuff…” “And what STUFF?” “You know―About doing stuff with you.” He told me shyly as he scratched his head. He looked like he was sorry he’d said anything in the first place. “No, I don’t know Brian. What kind of ‘Stuff’?” He took a few seconds, “This kinda stuff.” He says and points between his legs. “You and Johnny talk about me giving you guys ‘BLOW JOBS’!” I was shocked. “I’m your mother…” I told him and instantly realized the stupidity of the statement. “I mean…” Now I took a few seconds. “I mean, it never occurred to me that that would be something you and Johnny would TALK about.” Brian shrugged his shoulders and threw his hands up. I just had to ask, “Would he ever let HIS mother… …do something like that to HIM?” “He told me he would if he had a mom that looked like you.” My son said it with a certain measure of pride. “Well, never-the-less Brian, you can’t tell anyone, especially Johnny. I have to see him all the time. It’s bad enough that he THINKS about me doing that kinda stuff. I’d feel uncomfortable if he knew I really did it to YOU. God knows who he might tell or what he might expect. Nobody can know.” I explained. “Understand?” “Yeah, OK.” Then he looked in my eyes, “You’re not sorry, are you?” “Honestly? No, not at all.” I assured him with a smile. “And I don’t want you MAKING me sorry either Brian.” I solemnly added. I explained ...

... how if it were to get out that I had given my son a blow job that I would get into some serious trouble. You don’t want to wind-up in a foster home where they make you do all the chores and won’t let you go to the Ball. As far as UI know…You don’t have a fairy-god-mother.” I told him halfheartedly. “I don’t know about that.” He told me with a huge smile covering his face. “Considering what I got for my birthday, I think I might have a fairy-god-mother with a c***dless s****r.” He added with a mocked sincerity. “Well, regardless, This will have to be our little secret.” I told him. Then as if I hadn’t been surprised enough that morning, Brian looked at me with a twinkle in his handsome dark eyes and asked me sheepishly, “Is there anything I can do for you Mom that you might like?” I have to admit, even after all that had happened that morning I was still a little taken back to hear such an offer by my son. “Like… …what?” I asked a little apprehensively; not wanting to jump to any conclusions. I was pretty curious about what he might be thinking. “I don’t know…” He said with a shrug of his shoulders and a boyish smile. A moment ago all I really had in mind was going to my room and, reliving the experience while I pleasured myself in my shower. My son’s ambitious offer made me very aware of my wet pussy again. I glanced up and down his fit, young, naked body, lingering at the oversized thing that hung between his legs; still wet and shiny from the blow-job I’d given him. “Let me ...