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Chapter 25 - lonely mom

My name is Margaret, but everyone calls me Maggie. I'm a 36-year-old single mother with one son. My piece of shit ex-husband left us nine years ago. We got married just out of college and a year later at the age of 22, my son, Ethan, was born. Almost from the moment I got pregnant, my husband stopped almost all affection. Men don't seem to understand that during pregnancy our hormones are swirling like crazy and we are hornier than ever. However, there are a lot of men who either just can't stand the sight of a baby bump and any added baby weight, or they think their dick is so big that they'll hurt the baby in the womb while fucking. I think my ex-husband was a little of both. And he didn't get any better after I gave birth.

So, now it's been nine years with just me and my son. He's a really good kid and he's growing like a weed. He's already 5"8", two inches taller than me, and I can't keep him in shoes as he outgrows them in what seems likes weeks. I can't help but wonder if it's true what they say (whoever "they" is) about a man having big feet meaning they have a big member. I shouldn't be thinking about those kinds of things with my son, but I'm a lonely woman.

When the piece of shit left, I had to struggle to make ends meet and take care of my son. There was no time for dating and I felt so frazzled all the time that I didn't feel attractive anyway. I finally found a good job as a loan officer in a bank. The hours are perfect as I have time to get Ethan out the door to school before having to leave for work and there's almost no overtime so I get home on time every night. It took several years, but I was finally able to buy a small home for the two of us. It's not very big, but our needs aren't that great.

Ethan has always been a great kid. He helps around the house without griping and he gets good grades in school. He hasn't started dating yet so I haven't had to deal with girl issues yet, thank heaven.

I guess I should give you a brief de***********ion of me. It took a couple of years after Ethan was born, but I finally lost the baby weight and I'm as slim and trim as I was in college. Other than during pregnancy and that time after, I don't think I've ever weighed more than 120 pounds. I have nice C-cup breasts which have just a slight sag to them after having breast fed Ethan. I have shoulder length brown hair and green eyes. My eyes might be my best feature. Depending upon what I wear, sometimes they look like two emeralds. I try to exercise three times a week to keep my fairly flat stomach and firm legs toned up. I do have nice legs, if I do say so myself. I wear the shortest skirts they let me wear at work. I usually wear thigh-high stockings and my boss would shit if he knew I rarely wear panties to work. I like being comfortable. The same goes for wearing a bra. If I can get away with not wearing one, I'll let my tits jiggle freely.

At home, I am always comfortable. That means I never wear a bra at home and the only time I wear panties is if that's all I'm wearing under a long shirt. I was starting to think I might have to change my habits, though, because I've caught Ethan checking me out more than once. He's at that age of perpetual horniness and eager to see any female body parts possible.

We've never been shy around each other, but we've never been inappropriate either. Ethan quite often walks around in the morning in just his boxers and he sometimes watches TV in the evening just wearing a pair of basketball shorts and maybe a tank top. It's been really interesting watching him mature and grow. We hug each other at least once a day and as he has grown and put on some muscles, his hugs have gotten better and better.

Our relationship took an unexpected turn a few months ago. It was a Saturday morning and I was just lying in bed relaxing, too lazy to get up and get moving. I was snuggled under the covers and naked. I sleep in the nude because I get too hot otherwise.

As I was contemplating the things I needed to do that day, Ethan appeared at my doorway wearing just a pair of boxers. "Good morning, Mom," Ethan said. "Hey, Sweetie," I replied, "what's up?" "Nothing much. I was just wondering if we could talk a bit." "Of course," I said. "You know you can always talk to me about anything. Come on in."

Ethan got on the bed and then laid down next to me above the covers and turned onto his side to look at me. "Mom, it's probably none of my business, but how come you never go out on dates? You seem lonely. You must need some companionship," he said. "Oh, Ethan, I have you for companionship. You know you are my world. I'm fine. Really,"

I tried to sound convincing but Ethan is a smart kid. "Mom, you know what I mean. I bet you haven't had sex in, like, forever. You're still young and beautiful. You should be out having fun. I'm not a kid anymore so you don't have to sit at home to babysit me. You can even bring guys home, if you want. I won't get mad or anything. I might get jealous, but not mad."

Jealous? "Ethan," I asked, "what do you mean you'd be jealous? What would you be jealous of?" "I guess I shouldn't have said that," he replied. "I just mean I'm used to it being just you and me so I would need to get used to you spending time with someone else. Is it me, or is it cold in here," he asked?

"I don't know if it's cold because I'm snuggled under the covers. But Ethan, you shouldn't be worried about my sex life, or lack of it. I'm not sitting at home babysitting you. I really like being with you. I'm enjoying watching you grow up and becoming a young man."

"Would it be okay if I got under the covers with you to warm up," Ethan asked. I replied, "Well, that's probably not a good idea. Ethan, I sleep in the nude. I'm naked under here and I wouldn't want to embarrass you." "Why would that embarrass me," he asked? "I just want to warm up a little."

"If you do that, Ethan, you have to promise me that you won't ever tell anyone that you were in bed with your naked mother. That would be very bad for us because people would think naughty thoughts." "No problem, Mom. It'll be our secret. It's no one else's business what we do in our own home."

With that, Ethan pulled back the covers and got in. As he did, it exposed part of my right breast. I grabbed the covers and pulled it back up. "Wow, Mom, you really are beautiful. It's been a long time since dad left. You must want to be with someone by now. I can't believe he left such a beautiful and sexy woman. What an ass."

"Ethan, you shouldn't talk about your father that way. Yeah, he wasn't a very good husband and he hasn't been a great dad, but some guys are just like that. He seemed to change once I got pregnant with you and he just never went back to the guy I fell in love with, It sucks, but that's life."

I suddenly realized that Ethan was a lot closer to me now than he was when he first climbed into my bed. And then I felt his hand on my breast. "Ethan, what are you doing? You shouldn't be touching me there." "I'm sorry, Mom," Ethan said, "I can't help it. I'm this close to your naked body and I just had to touch you. Please don't make me stop." "Oh, Ethan, you need to stop. You're my son and you're young. This is wrong. I'd be lying if I said I don't yearn to be touched, but you shouldn't be the one doing it."

His fingers closed over my nipple and he flicked it back and forth and lightly pinched it. "Ethan, you need to stop. You shouldn't be doing that." "Mom," he said, "I haven't seen you move away or grab my hand to stop me. I think you like it. I love seeing your breasts move in your shirt when you walk around the house. I'm always hard when you are around. Did you breastfeed me, Mom?"

"Yes, I did. I loved our time together with your mouth on my breast and your loving eyes looking up at me as you drank my milk. Those were some of the best days of my life. If you would have kept at it and maybe if your dad would have helped out to keep my milk producing, I'd have continued forever."

"So, if I had continued sucking your tits, I'd still be drinking your milk today, right?" "I guess so," I replied. "Then how about if I start doing it again? Maybe your milk can come back. And even if it doesn't, it'll still feel good for you and I know I'd like it."

"Oh, Ethan, we can't. It sounds good but it's just not right. Mothers and sons aren't supposed to do things like that." "Mom, remember I promised to never to tell anyone. No one will ever know except us what we do here." Without another word, Ethan ducked his head under the covers and found my breast and starting licking and sucking it. Damn, but it felt good. He shouldn't be doing it but it had been so long since anyone had sucked my tits or even played with them. I just melted.

Soon Ethan's hand was massaging my other breast as he continued his oral assault on the right one. He had to move closer to me to reach his mouth over to my left breast and as he did, he pressed himself into the side of my body. I felt a hard lump at my hip. My son was rubbing himself up against me with a raging hardon while sucking my tit. I shouldn't have been enjoying it, but I couldn't help it. It had just been too long.

I reached down and ran my fingers through his hair as he tried to nurse on my breast. I think it finally got too hot for him under the covers and he popped up and took some of the covers with him to expose my breasts completely. My son was staring at my breasts with a look of utter lust on his face. I haven't had a man look at me like that in years.

I grabbed at him and pulled him into a hug pressing my tits into his chest. And then, he kissed me. Not our usual peck on the lips kind of kiss. His lips were parted and his tongue was running across my lips. I closed my eyes and kissed him back. I don't know where he even learned to kiss like that. He'd never had a girlfriend that I know of. Can you learn to do that from the internet?

Ethan kept kissing me while he climbed over fully on top of me. My son was laying on my naked body and I could feel his hard cock against my pussy separated only by his boxers. This was so wrong, but felt so good. Ethan started dry humping against me and my pussy immediately started to gush. It wasn't a dry hump for very long.

Ethan started kissing my neck and then started kissing down my body. He got to my breasts again and gave them a good licking and sucking. My nipples were tingling. But then, oh my God, he started kissing down my stomach. Was he actually going to lick my pussy? Could I let him do it? I knew I shouldn't. But did I have the will to stop him? No, I didn't.

He got to the small patch of pubic hair I have at the top of my slit and he ran his face back and forth through the hair. I could feel his hot breath on my mound. He went lower and I felt him start kissing my labia. My legs parted all by themselves. I swear I didn't do it. After what seemed a lifetime, Ethan's face was between my legs and he was licking my labia and pushing in between them to find my vagina. His tongue was now inside the place he came out of so many years ago. It felt like he was trying to get back in. I wanted him back in. I realized I was holding onto the back of his head and pressing him into my pussy. I lifted his head a bit so his tongue could find my clit. He licked the hood back and forth, but didn't really know what to do with it. For a kid with no sexual experience that I knew of, he was doing a great job and I felt an orgasm brewing like none I'd had in years.