A LICK AND A PROMISE
by Rhymer


It's been a long five years since my husband died, leaving me
alone to raise our 11 year old son. Jack's final illness was so
traumatic, and the resulting financial hardships so difficult, that
I've barely thought of men and sex in all that time. It's only
been in the last month or so that I've started having sexy dreams
again and wondering if any of the men I knew would measure up to
Jack sexually.
Well, I think I've found one, and I didn't even have to leave
my house.
Our son Caine is 16 now. He's always been an active boy, but
shy; he's never had a real girlfriend. He inherited Jack's good
looks and my tawny coloring, so I'm sure he won't have any problems
once he actually gains a bit of confidence (maybe I can help with
that). His time on the swim team has left him tanned and muscular.

He's always been a sweet, loving boy, but last night our
relationship changed abruptly, and hopefully for the better.
It was late, and I was yawning as I passed his room. Then I
stopped abruptly, frowning, because I thought I heard moaning from
his room. I was a little concerned that he was sick, so I just
pushed his door open and looked inside.
He wasn't sick: he was masturbating. In the dim light
emanating from the lamp beside his bed, I could clearly see the
slick men's magazine he was holding in his left hand, as well as
the magnificent cock in his right. I had to gasp when I saw it --
I'd never seen such a huge prick outside of a magazine! Why, it
must have been all of nine inches long! His organ was much bigger
and thicker than Jack's. My pussy got all wet and hot under my
panties, and all those suppressed and forgotten sexual feelings
came back to me in one huge *whoosh*. I fancied I could feel
myself stagger under the blow of it.
Caine had heard my ragged intake of breath and was staring at
me now, eyes wide. "Oh God, Mom! Geez! Couldn't you have knocked
first?" He still held that wonderful cock in one hand, but now it
showed signs of wilting. In a hot second, I had reached his side
and was grasping it. "Here, let me do that," I said huskily. "Do
you mind?"
He stared at me for a long second and I felt his cock flex
back to full length. *It* certain didn't mind. Finally, he
whispered, "No, Mom, I don't mind. I was thinking about you
anyhow."
His confession sent a thrill along my spine. "You naughty
boy!" I breathed. "Just for that I won't give you that handjob I
intended!" He looked disappointed for a second, until I continued,
"No, I think I'd like a taste of your sweet spunk instead!" Jack
had always liked me to talk dirty to him, and I could see it had
the same ameliorating effect on my son.
"All right!!" he said, and leaned back and let it happen. I
flicked my tongue along the underside of my son's more-than-
mansized meat missile, then kissed its hot length as he moaned and
sighed. Then I took him inside my mouth and sucked him deep.
"Oh God, Mom, suck it, suck me deep! I've wanted this since
I was 10 and learned how good it felt to touch myself. Oh shit, my
dream's comin' true!"
I gave him a nasty smile and bit his erection gently just to
see him jump. Then I engulfed his manhood, let my throat muscles
relax, and swallowed him down. I had no idea if I could take such
a big cock or not, but years of practice on Jack's boner came back
in a flash. I could feel his spongy prickhead rubbing my tonsils,
and sternly told myself not to gag.
Suddenly: "Oh, Mom, I'm gonna CUMMMMM!" My boy came with a
wail, shooting his delicious spunk straight into my gullet so that
not a drop spilled. As he lay there breathing hard, I s-l-o-w-l-y
pulled my mouth off his prick and proceeded to lick it clean,
hoping for an encore. But he was spent for the nonce; I suspected
he'd already jacked off once today.
"That was yummy, sonny," I said as I traced little circles
around his nipples. "But I want more. Can I come see you tomorrow
night? If you want to, you can play with Mommy's titties and suck
her pussy and put that big piece of meat inside Mommy's mouth or
cunt or ass. If you want to."
"Oh yeah, Mom! I wanna do all that!" I'd never seen my boy
look so happy, at least not since his dad passed away.
"All right, then, it's a date. Make sure you save all that
sweet boyjuice for me." I patted him on the chest and went on back
to my room, where I fingered myself to multiple orgasms in
anticipation. Right now, as I sit here writing this at work, I'm
so hot and horny I can barely stand myself! I can't wait til
tonight, when my gorgeous son Caine and I plan to discover each
others's bodies in every possibly way for the very first time!


THE END
(maybe)