Patti Mason awoke to a pounding headache. She reached up to massage her forehead, only to feel fabric.

'' God ! I 've had that masquerade party on all night ! ``

She unsnapped the mask and threw it to the bedroom floor. She massaged the face of her forehead. Patti could finger the lines left by the flexible in the mask. She sat up and slowly let her legs knack over the side of meat of the bed. `` Owwwww ! '' she moaned. Patti was terribly hung-over. She knew she should n't imbibe the way she did, but it help to mask her distressed feelings about her marriage.

Patti had become fraught at 18. She never was able to figure out why she had slept with Dick, her now married man. He was n't really her kind of man. He was kind of nerdy, did n't like sports and had a rather small penis. All of her luxuriously schoolhouse flings had been with good endowed boy. She had met Dick at a party where they both drank heavily. He 'd hump her in the plump for seat of his car and she 'd ended up pregnant.

Patti had n't wanted to marry Dick, but her mother had insisted. Several years later, her mom had told her she had been wrongly to take a firm stand. None of her house had really taken to Dick, but here she was.

As she ran her hands over her face, she could feel the remains of the dried cum over her impudence and neck. `` Well '' she though, `` cock must sustain had a trade good clock time '' Patti did n't often let tool fuck her because he was too small to really satisfy her. He preferred gust jobs anyway.

As she sat on the edge of the bed, she slowly realized she had an odd feeling in her ass. Reaching around her, she felt the end of the coffin nail plug still lodged in her voluptuous ass. `` The motherfucker had n't even pulled it out after he finished ! '' she silent fumed. Slowly rising to stand, she walked out into the hall, turned and went into the bath. Turing on the lights, she admired herself in the mirror. `` Still pretty hot for 36 ! ``

She watched in the mirror as she slowly pulled the buttocks plug from her ass. Despite the slight discomfort, it gave Patti a shudder to observe the plug slide out. She wished it was a really nice rooster. She dropped it into the sink, turned on the hot H2O and added liquidness soap. As she washed the residue from her ass off the rear end plug she recalled with a smile washing the turncock of a senior high schooling stud back in her exploration days.

She let the water out of the swallow hole and rinsed the plug and her hands, the wash off her hands. Patti was a bit of a clean freak. As she dried her custody, she looked in the mirror at her pussy and noticed the dry out cum that had stuck to her leg. Frowning, she turned and leaned on the sink. `` Damn it ! How many time had she told Dick if he wanted to jazz her, he had to don a rubber ? '' She did n't want to go fraught again, not by him anyway. The idea of his cum in her pussy was a everlasting anathema to her.

She turned to the bath and began filling it with water, adding some scented oils. When it got the decently level, she turned off the water and slid into the tub. She washed her face to remove the dried cum from her cheeks and neck, then turned to the eternal sleep of her body. As she washed her snatch, she realized it was slightly sore. It reminded her of her younger days after she had been fucked by a good sized cock. She giggled when she thought, `` It certainly was n't her peter 's tool ! '' Usually she could n't feel it when she let him fuck her, which was rarely.

As she washed her snatch, she started thinking about that hold up large cock that had made her slightly sore like that. As she rubbed her clit, she lost herself in phantasy until she had a gracious orgasm. Smiling, she placed a wet washcloth over her center and slid into a nice nap.

Awakening, she realized that the bathwater was getting cold. She hit the drain lever with her toes, and then stood up in the tub. She got the piss going again and switched it to the shower, rinsing herself. She dried herself on a handy towel, stepped from the tub and slipped on a little gown, not even bothering to tie it. Stevie, her son, was gone to a meet.

She went down the steps, opening the room access at the tooshie. She turned and went into the living room. Patti frowned at the vacate bottle and the throw draped across the sofa. Her husband was n't there. She then remembered his saying that there was a problem at the plant and he had to go in on Saturday.

Patti picked up the throw and folded it neatly and placed it on the sofa. She picked up the empty and walked to the kitchen. She made a cup of coffee and sat down to enjoy it slowly. As she drank, she considered the empty-bellied vodka bottle. She knew she needed to cut back, but that was kind of laborious to do with Dick annoying her all the time. He thought she was some sort of `` nympho '' because she liked sex, just not with him. The just was Dick could get intemperate these days was when she was tied up or manacle. That part was ok with Patti because she found it a twist on anyhow. She just wished there was a really nice dick to use her while she was restrained and helpless.

Patti liked sex in near all of the direction you could do it. She would n't even mind being with another womanhood, but she really preferred cock. Nice, midst, hard shaft ! She sighed as she wondered if she would ever get a nice one again. Patti considered herself nearing being past her prime.

'' Thank god Stevie had n't turned out like his father ! '' she thought. `` He 's a lot more like me ! ``

Stevie liked athletics, hiking and physical bodily process just like she did. He was certainly looking good and was putting on muscleman with his wrestling. She secretly found it a tingle watching him wriggle, pinning his resister against the mat !

Finishing her coffee, she got up and thought about what she would wish for breakfast.

Upstairs, her son Steve was just waking up. He felt great ! As he woke up more, he started to call back his expectant dream about his mom. Suddenly, he started to pull in that it had n't been a dreaming. He went over to his computer and turned it on. Sitting nude in his professorship, he waited until the computer finished booting up then checked for the photo he thought he remembered taking. zip was in his picture directory !

As he frowned at the reminder, he remembered something about putting the delineation somewhere other than where he usually put them. Checking his directory, he suddenly knew where he thought they might be. Switching to that folder, he found picture show. He discovered one and was treated to a photograph of his mother 's ass and legs chained to the sawhorse ! `` Wow ! '' her thought, `` I fucked her ! That was n't just a dream ! '' He quickly checked the rest of the film, and then he made sure the system shut down. He did n't desire anyone seeing those for now, even accidentally.

Steve suddenly realized how hungry he was. `` A good fuck will do that to a guy '' he thought. He found some clean boxers and a t-shirt. He pulled them on, not bothering with his shorts. He went out of his elbow room and headed downstairs to the kitchen.

As he came to the doorway of the kitchen, he suddenly came up poor. His mom was hang over, looking into the icebox. The curt robe she was wearing had ridden up, and her ass and peg were completely exposed to his gaze. As she shifted her weight from one fundament to the other, he got glimpses of her bare kitty as well. He could sense his cock vellication at the sight.

Realizing this was grievous, he said, `` Hey mom. ``

Startled, his mother straightened and whirled about. `` Oh my god, Stevie, you nearly gave me a affection attack ! '' she said, `` What are you doing home ? ``

'' The meet was snowed out '' he replied.

'' coke ? When did it pull the wool over someone's eyes ? '' She had n't looked outside the window this morning.

'' I think it started about 5, but it started snowing earlier to the west of here and they decided it was n't the expert idea to go out townsfolk in a bus. ``

'' wellspring, why did n't you call for a ride nursing home ? '' she asked.

'' I did call. several clip, but no one ever answered. ``

'' Oh ! I 'm sorry Stevie ! You had to take the air back home through the Snow too. ``

'' wellspring, that was ok, I did n't mind the walk. ``

Patti was disappointed in herself that when her son needed her, she was already drunk.

'' I 'm good-for-naught baby ! I guess I and your dad had too lots to fuddle again. '' Patti said softly, `` I wo n't let that happen anymore ! ``

'' It 's ok ; I guess I 'm used to it by now. ``

Patti felt awful. This was n't the for the first time time she felt like she had let her Stevie down because of the booze.

Steve could recount his mom was disappointed in herself and said, `` I love you, mom. ``

She was quiet for a minute and then looked at him and replied, `` I love you, Stevie. You 're the most important matter in my life. ``

'' I know. ``

She smiled at that and then asked, `` What would you like for breakfast ? I 'll fix whatever you want. ``

Steve was looking at his mom. He robe was about half open and he was thinking, `` I 'd like you for breakfast ! ``

He cleared his throat and said, `` I do n't worry, mom. Eggs would be hunky-dory. ``

As she looked at her son, she realized he was n't looking at her aspect, as he usually did when he talked with her. Following his gaze downward, she suddenly realized she had n't bothered to tie her robe closed, and she was standing before him almost naked.

'' Oops ! Sorry infant ! I did n't think anyone was at plate ! '' Blushing, she pulled her robe closed and tied it shut.

He smiled and said, `` That 's ok, mom. I like looking at beautiful char. ``

She laughed and said, `` I 'm over 35, I do n't intend I 'm supposed to be beautiful to a 18 class old ! ``

He laughed in return and said, `` I disagree. I think you 're hot mom ! '' With that he walked across the kitchen and stood faithful behind her, looking into the fridge. One of his mesomorphic arms snaked past her and grabbed the orangeness juice. He put his other arm around her and kissed the binding of her neck opening. `` I love you, mom ''

She smiled and kissed his arm. `` I love you, Stevie. '' She turned and pushed him back, playfully. `` Now, take your orange juice and sit down and I 'll make you an omelet. ``

Steve followed her order and sat at the kitchen table, sipping his orange juice and watching her. Even with the curt robe tied shut, hatful of sexy leg was still showing, with episodic glimpses of her ass.

They talked of the snow and how nothing would be happening for the rest of the day. He watched her and she knew he was watching. It thrilled her that her son thought she was sexy and beautiful, despite her drink problem.

With the omelettes finished, Patti got them on photographic plate and put one in front of him and the other on the diametrical incline of the table for her. She went back for the silverware and with an impish grin ; she `` accidentally '' dropped a crotch. Turning away from him, she bent over to pick the fork up, exposing her ass as she did. She heard his discriminating intake of breathing spell as she stared at her display ass, and then quickly straightened back up.

Turning back, to the tabular array, she was secretly pleased at the slightly stunned feeling on his aspect. `` It 's courteous to cognise I can still get a response from someone ! '' Placing the silverware on the table, she sat down and began to eat. He sat there and did n't clean up his forking. `` Are n't you hungry ? '' she asked.

Steve came to with a start, realizing he had been thinking about how hot her ass looked. `` Sorry, '' he said, `` I guess I spaced out there for a minute ''

He picked up a crotch and began to devour the omelette.

Patti watched him as he ate. She took in his broad articulatio humeri and muscular weapon. `` My son is growing into quite a hunk ! '' she thought proudly.

'' Uh, mom, where 's dad this morning ? ``

'' Oh, he had to leave early. Something about a problem at the works. ``

'' Oh, I wondered why it was so quiet this cockcrow '' As he ate, he realized his dad must have been hung over when he left, so he would n't be surprised at waking up on the couch.

Patti said, `` Stevie, what prison term did you get home ? '' She hoped he had n't come in while Dick had her locked to the sawhorse or was blowing him.

'' I dunno. I did n't look at the clock. ``

'' Did you knock on my door ? ``

'' Yep, '' he said. `` You did n't answer and I could hear you snoring, so I thought I would n't bother you. ``

'' You know letting me know you 're home never trouble me. ``

'' Yeah, I do love that, but ... ''

Patti realized he must get seen respective empty feeding bottle lying about. `` You 're properly. I probably would n't sustain woken up anyway. '' Patti realized she had no idea of how many times Stevie might have come habitation to find oneself her and Dick completely drunk. `` I am sorry, Stevie. ``

'' I know, mom. I love you no matter what. ``

'' Thanks Stevie. That means more to me than you 'll ever lie with. You 're the most important affair in my life. ``

'' What about dad ? '' he asked.

She thought silently before answering. `` Stevie, I care about you dad, but I think you know that he and I are n't the world 's heavy mates. The best thing about being married to your dad is that I got you. ``

'' I know what you mean, I think, and you know you 're the most significant matter to me too. ``

She smiled at that and said quietly, `` Thanks infant. ``

Patti took the vacate shell and put them in the sink to wash.

'' I guess I 'll shower, mom ''

Suddenly, Patti remembered the butt end plug she had left on the sink.

'' Stevie, I left the bathroom in a mess. Please use the one in the guestroom ! ``

'' Ok, mom. ``

As he headed down the hallway to the guestroom, Patti flew up the stairs, grabbed the butt spark plug and quickly checked for anything else that was intimate. Finding aught else, she went back to her bedroom and put away all the sex toys and disassembled the sawhorse. The she pulled on a pair of sweat pants and a T-shirt, not bothering with a bra. She sat down in her chair and caught her breath. She could hear the shower bath running downstairs. She wondered what Stevie would have thought about if he had found her buns plug laying out. The thought of it gave her a wayward thrill.

As she thought about him, she also wondered what he looked like right now. Water streaming down his nude body. She had n't seen him naked in a few age. The last time, he was a scrawny boy, not the muscular young man he was now. When he was with her in the kitchen, and had put his arm around her, she had felt great ! Patti knew she should n't think of her own son this was, but he was really the only man in her living, even if he was her son.

Suddenly, the telephony rang, startling her out of her daydream. Picking it up, she answered and found it was Dave. Dave was her husband 's shift mate at the plant.

'' Hi, Dave. How are you ? '' she asked.

'' I 'm fine, Patti. Are you sitting down ? '' Dave inquired.

'' Yes, I am. '' she answered, puzzled.

'' I 'm afraid I have some terrible news. There was an chance event at the plant. There was a kettle plosion and Dick was killed. ``

'' Oh my god ! '' she cried.

'' I 'm sorry, Patti. I know this is bad. Dick was standing right next to the boiler when it exploded, and I 'm sure he died instantly. He never knew what happened. ``

TWO workweek LATER

Patti and Steve were sitting together on the couch. The funeral was over, and all of the home had left. She had talked to the lawyer and Dick 's death was covered by a generous insurance policy the company had provided Dick. Finally, she and Stevie were left alone.

'' It 's just you and me now, Stevie. '' She said to him.

'' I know mom, but it 's ok as long as I have you. ``

She smiled at him, `` I feel the same way. I know we 'll be ok together. '' She looked at him silently and then said, `` You 'll possess to be the man of the house now. ``

'' I do n't mind mom, I 'll always take tending of you and anything you want or need. ``

She laughed and said, `` Well, that will take up a lot of your clock time then ! ``

He said seriously, `` I mean it ! I 'm going to throw in the towel the wrestling team and I 'll spend that time with you ! ``

Patti frowned and said sternly, `` Oh, no you 're not ! You like to wrestle and I want you to do it ! ``

'' I do n't desire to leave alone you alone here when I 'm gone to meets all weekend. ``

Patti smiled and said, 'Well, that 's not a problem. You 're dad was n't one for sports, but I am ! When you go to a sports meeting, I 'll go along and watch you wriggle. ``

'' Really ? '' he asked.

'' Yes, when you go, so will I and I 'll let a great sentence ! ``

Steve smiled at that and nearly crushed her with the hug he gave her.

Patti loved feeling his strong arms around him and his muscular chest up against her breasts.

Later that evening, Steve got set up for bed. Before he went, though, he wanted to check on his mom.

He knocked on her sleeping accommodation door and entered when she answered. He found her sitting in a chair with a book propped up on the arm of the chair.

'' I 'm about ready to turn in, mom. ``

'' Ok, baby, I 'll look for you in the morning. ``

As Steve looked at her, he realized she looked awfully tired.

'' Mom, are you ok ? '' he asked.

'' Of row, why do you ask ? ``

Steve said, `` You just look really pall and each night I come in here, you are n't in bed. ``

'' Oh, well, I have n't been sleeping well lately. ``

'' Is there anything I can do ? ``

She smiled and said, `` Well, nothing really comes to mind. Do you suppose warm milk will help ? ``

He laughed. When he was small and could n't sleep, that was what she always asked him. `` I do n't think so. Should I lay down with you ? ``

It was her turn to laugh because that was always her next doubt when he said no to the strong milk.

'' Sure, you can lay down with me. ``

They laughed as they turned down the bed. They got in and she turned out the visible light. Patti snuggled up close to her son and laid her head on his articulatio humeri. He put his arm around her shoulders. `` Mmmm, '' she said, `` I think this is exactly what I needed ! ``

'' Mom, please do n't wet the bed ! ``

They both erupted in laughter at this since it was what she always said just before he went to sleep by her side.

'' Ok, I think I can manage that ! ``

Within a few minute, they were both deeply asleep.

It was around 3:00 AM when Patti woke up and realized she needed to go to the bathroom. She made her way to the bathroom and back. She got back into bed, carefully, so as not to wake her son. As she slid back into bed, Steve turned onto his side, facing her. Patti could n't see his typeface, just his sleeping form in the bed.

She snuggled back against him, turning to present the same way Steve was. The trip-up to the bathroom had left her cold and she enjoyed his warmth. She 'd never felt that way about her late husband. She pushed back against him to be in entire contact with his affectionate body.

'' Boy ! '' she thought, `` It sure is courteous to feel soul I love so much in bed with me. '' She relaxed totally, feeling sleepy. As she dropped back towards eternal rest, she realized that her ass was pushed back into her own son 's mole. `` Mmmm, sure feels like something nice, there. '' She mused drowsily.

Three hours later, Patti awoke again. She smiled as she realized she 's had the first full-of-the-moon Nox 's slumber in several weeks. She stretched her body and then relaxed back against the warm body of her son. Patti listed to his even, deep breathing as he slept soundly. As she stretched carefully again, she settled back again, her dead body resting against his. As she lay against her son, Patti suddenly realized that something hard was pressed against her ass.

'' Oh my god ! Stevie 's got a hard-on ! '' Patti thought about getting up right away, but she felt so honest and relaxed that she did n't want to get out of bed. She found herself conflicted between feeling like a mom, and feeling like a woman. Carefully and slowly pushing back against her son, she felt a really nice sized bit of cock. A nice hard, big cock.

Patti slowly drew away for her son and then carefully turned over onto her other side, facing him. Carefully and slowly, she eased the blanket and sheet down below her waist and that of her son 's. In the dim light in her chamber, she could see the precis of a boastfully and vertical prick under her son 's pyjama pants. Patti found herself breathing deeply with lust. She realized she wanted that prick. She wanted to slide it dislodge of his pants, run her tongue over it, rub it over her face, soak up it.

'' You should be ashamed of yourself ! '' she thought, `` That 's your son ! You are his mother ! It 's so ill-timed to think of this ! '' Patti frowned, and knew it was wrong, but she realized she wanted it so bad. That was the kind of cock she had wanted ever since she had married Dick. As Patti stared and Steve 's track cock, she felt her snatch start to get wet. She licked her lips as the two incline of the line of reasoning went at it in her head.

Slowly, Steve awoke. He did n't open his eyes at first. He just enjoyed the slow awakening feeling. When he opened his eyes, he saw his mother. She was awake and facing him, but she was n't looking at his face. He closed his eye until they were almost closed. He finally realized she was looking at his waist. He could feel that his cock was partially upright and his mom was checking him out ! The idea that his mom was staring at his cock shocked him.

It was one thing when he came home and had found her inebriate, spring and blindfolded, but here she was doing it voluntarily. As he watched, his mom licked her sass while staring at his rooster. Watching her looking at his cock like that really turned him on and he could palpate his rooster filling with rakehell and getting harder and larger. Closing his eyes, he stirred in his `` sleep '', slightly readjusting his positioning. It had the intended core of pushing the head of his dick past the waistband of his loose conform to pj's pants.

Patti was startled when her son stirred. Her middle went to his cheek, but his optic were closed and he appeared to continue to kip. Her face blushed as she feared her son might feature caught her staring at his peter, but he seemed to still be fast gone. When she looked back down at his groin, she gasped ! His peter was now sticking out of the top of his pajamas !

She gazed at his hardening cock. She could see the circumcised head and several column inch of the shaft. As she watched, another half inch of spear poked out as Steve 's erection continued to produce. Patti 's hand slid down to cup one of her wide breasts. They had a bit of sag, but they were still full-of-the-moon with big pap. Her nipples began to tighten up as she became aroused. She pinched her nipples while she stared at her son 's lengthening cock.

Steve continued to watch his mom touching herself through mostly-closed centre. He watched as she played with her white meat through her nightgown. `` piece of ass, she 's so hot ! '' thought Steve. When she pinched her mammilla, he wished it was him doing the pinching. When she had been tied to the sawhorse, he really had n't had the kind of access to her breasts that he would own liked. He really wanted to fasten his lips on one of those tit !

As Patti watched, a dip of pre-cum began to make on the head of Steve 's cock. She could almost taste it ! Patti looked at Steve 's face again. She was sure he was sleeping. Moving slowly, Patti reached over and used the midway fingerbreadth of her right hand to gently coat her fingertip and his cock with his now steadily flowing pre-cum.

Patti withdrew her fingerbreadth and slid it under her panty. She could feel her pussycat getting hot and also getting steadily surfactant. She slid her finger between her lips and gently started to slowly masturbate. Gently, she moved her finger, wet with her own son 's pre-cum, and stroked her clit. As she continued to turn on her button, her eyes watched the steady stream of pre-cum. A wet patch was starting to organize on the flat solid in front of Steve.

Patti closed her eyes and continued to work her finger on her clit. She moaned softly, and then stopped. She did n't want to ignite her son. She felt so implike masturbating herself succeeding to her sleeping son. She knew it was wrong, but she had no intention of stopping now. Once Patti became evoke, her lust had always overridden everything else. She did stand the urge to pass on over to her sleeping son, extract his hard stopcock out of his pajama pant and to fuck off him to an coming. Patti thought about it shooting onto her face and breasts.

Steve now had his eyes open up, watching his mom masturbate next to him. He could feel his cock leaking like a faucet, dripping pre-cum. As her paw worked under her step-in, he could smell her energise slit oozing her juices. It was like a sexy dream-come-true ! Her finger worked steadily on her clit, her stiff mammilla poking trough the slim cloth of her nightgown.

He listened as his mother breathed deeper and deeper as his mom masturbated mightily future to him. Her fingerbreadth moved faster now, the pace becoming ever more urgent. She rolled onto her back and her left paw cupped her left tit, squeezing it firmly.

By now, Patti 's creative thinker was firmly focused on her fantasy. She was kneeling in front of her naked son, sucking his cock and gently massaged his balls. Her former hired hand worked her clit as she sucked him in her fantasy. She wanted to get off so badly !

As the rate of Patti 's finger sped up on her clit, Steve had finally reached down quietly and pulled his prick free of his pajama trouser. He could n't ever call up being this turned on, or his cock being this hard. As his mom fingered herself with urgency, he reached down with his left hand and began to stroke his cock. Although he started slowly, he picked up his footstep as his mother 's finger had and he gripped his tool firmly. He reached up and coated his script with his pre-cum and used it to lubricate his hammer, then continued to fist it as he watched his mom.

In Patti 's phantasy, she had one hired man on Steve 's toilsome ass, and his cock down her throat as she sucked deeply on it. Her other hand worked her clit as it was for real. In her mind, her head bobbed back and Forth, her rim tight around his stiff rod, She was his slut, and he her maestro. This opinion pushed her over the boundary, and her orgasm hit her hard. She moaned with the release of her pent up lust, thinking of his cock spurting hot, white cum down her pharynx. It was a Nice, recollective orgasm and it felt not bad !

When she opened her middle, she looked down to her son 's big stopcock and was shocked to see his script masturbating it, hard and fast. She looked up to his cheek and was shocked again to see his centre locked on hers. Her mitt was still between her ramification, cupping her snatch. Before she could unsay her hand from between her legs, or speak a watchword, Steve groaned loudly and came ! His cum shot out, as if from a squirt gun. The first jet landed on her nightgown, bunched above her waistline. His 2nd shot landed on the front of her panties. The third gear onto her exposed thigh. The remained landed onto the sheet between him and her. Finally, a ace drop hung from his shrinking cock.

Patti had never been as shocked as she was right now. She quickly realized she had passed by some unseen line in the Baroness Dudevant, and her life would never be the like. She blushed bright red. `` Stevie ! Oh, god ! I did n't mean for this to happen ! '' she cried, then began to sob deeply .