I’m almost too embarrassed to write this, but I feel like I can’t be the only woman in America that this has happened to. Let me fill you in on a few facts. I’m currently a single mother in her 30’s (I promise that I’m under 40) and I live with my teenage son, Joel.

He’s a great son. He does really well in school; he’s well behaved, he gets good grades, and all of his friends are good at sports. He’s been on the swim team in years past, but this year, he wanted to focus on other extracurricular activities. He’s a handsome boy and I know the girls are looking at him, but he doesn’t have a steady girlfriend that I know of. Every time I ask him if he’s seeing anyone at school (notice that I said ‘anyone’ and not just ‘any girl’ in case he was gay and just not willing to tell me or whatever), every time I ask him that question, he just laughs and gives me the same old line, “You know you’re the only girl for me, mom.” That makes me feel all “aw shucks” and I drop it for a while.

In any case, I have to tell you about what happened one night. I had already gone to bed while Joel was still up doing some homework or whatever on his computer. The last thing I remember before falling asleep was hearing the water turn on as it normally would when he was getting ready for his shower before going to bed. Now I don’t wake up very often in the middle of the night, but I did for some reason that night–in fact, I jumped awake but I couldn’t recall having a scary dream or hearing a noise or anything like that.

I tried rolling over to go back to sleep but I realized that I was really thirsty. I sometimes slept naked, especially on warm evenings, and that evening was warmer than most so I was completely naked—naked and parched. I thought about heading to the kitchen naked and I almost did, but I picked up my bathrobe and put it on at the last moment before making my way to the kitchen for a cold drink.

I looked at the clock and it said that it was almost 2:00AM. I noticed that Joel’s door was wide open and he usually slept with it shut, so I peeked in to see how he was doing; that’s when I heard at the end of the hall, down in the living room, that the TV was still on.

Why was he still up so late? It was a school night! I stealthily tiptoed down the hall to catch him in the act of whatever he was doing; when I got closer, I could tell that he was asleep on the couch because I could hear him snoring just a little louder than the late night show that was playing. Well, bless his heart! He must have fallen asleep while watching the Tonight Show or something, so I couldn’t have been mad at him.

I quietly walked forward so as to not startle him when I realized that he was lying on the couch completely naked! My eyes immediately went to what I hadn’t seen in a long time, and that was his penis. It wasn’t very bright in the living room, but my eyes had already adjusted to the low light level and what I saw was a wonderful sight.

While sleeping on his back on the couch, his penis laid to the side; it was big and glistening and I realized that since he was out cold, he must have been having a hard-on as he slept. That was certainly no flaccid penis! I hadn’t seen but a peek of his in years and I hadn’t enjoyed one myself in many, many months. My last boyfriend was a douchebag and that was practically another lifetime ago.

My mouth instantly began to water and my womanly-ahem-areas began to tingle with desire. Wait a minute! This was my son! I could not be feeling sexual desire for my teenage son...that was just against the laws of, well, everything, right?

I tried to block the feelings of desire but couldn’t. I tried to close my eyes and look away from that young, beautiful, hard–Rebecca, get a hold of yourself–cock but I just couldn’t. I found myself drawn towards it like a moth to a flame. I had to see it closer.

I was rationalizing to myself in so many ways at one time. Well, if he didn’t want to risk me seeing it, he wouldn’t have fallen asleep naked on the couch then, would he? He was asleep and he wouldn’t know that I was taking a close look. I had to make sure that he was growing strong and healthy; it was a mother’s duty to check on things like that, right?

He was still snoring slightly, his cock moving up and down with each breath. As I slowly got closer, I could tell that it was halfway somewhere between hard and soft. I got down on my hands and knees to get an even closer look. It was dark and I just had to see it as closely as I could.

I could smell him pretty well by then. It was a combination of soap and shower gel and it was delightful. I wanted to take my bathrobe off but I had to have it on just in case he woke up.

I was as close to the couch as I could get and my face was mere inches away from his gorgeous young manhood. Stirrings of pride and excited guilt were merged into one but they were obliterated by my almost overwhelming lust for that cock in front of me. If that young man hadn’t been my son, I would have so jumped his bones right then and there and I wouldn’t have worried about the consequences until later.

I was more than willing to exchange a daily blowjob or two for his silence–but, dammit, he was my son and that sort of thing just didn’t happen in modern society. Or did it, and people never heard about it because everyone that liked doing it simply kept quiet about it?

I was so horny, I just had to start touching myself with one hand while keeping myself steady with the other hand. I had to lick my fingers only once because I started making myself so wet down there, I didn’t need any more saliva to stay lubricated. I kept inching my face closer and closer to his cock, trying to be as quiet as I could as I was quickly beginning to make myself come. I couldn’t remember ever making myself climax that fast before. I ever so slowly and carefully touched the tip of his penis with my tongue and in doing so, I came; I had to pull back and put my bathrobe sleeve in my mouth to stifle my gasps as I fingered my clit.

Joel awoke with a start to find me with a shocked look on my face; one hand was between my legs, and the other was in my mouth, stifling my orgasmic squeals. “Mom!” He shrieked as he reeled up and frantically tried to find something to cover his naked groin which I remained mere inches away from. I was frozen, still partially coming down from my unfinished orgasm, horrified that he’d instantly be able to tell what I had been doing. I was in the way of him getting off the couch easily, so all he could seemingly think of was to grab the small throw pillow that was under his head and use that to cover himself up with.

“Oh mom, I’m so sorry...” He said as his face started to turn beet red from embarrassment. I was still frozen and just staring at him, in shock of either getting caught, making myself cum, embarrassing my son, or some combination of those.

“I...I was doing laundry and I must have fallen asleep. I’m clean, I swear! I showered before coming out here and I found that I was all out of clean underwear...”

I felt so guilty right then.

“Oh, honey, don’t apologize. I’m the one who’s sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” He was completely confused.

“I...must have forgotten to do laundry. You’re all out of underwear?” I had an out! I was covered! He must not have had any idea what I’d been doing!

He nodded sheepishly.

“Oh, don’t be embarrassed! It’s not like I haven’t seen you without clothes on before, you know—it’s completely natural. People sleep naked all the time!”

He looked a little less worried.

“You know, you probably get that from me.” He looked as if he didn’t understand what I was saying, so I added, “Sleeping naked.”

His eyes widened. “Sleeping naked?”

“Yeah, I sleep naked quite often, ” I realized that he probably didn’t want to know that, “I mean, I sometimes do, when it’s hot. Uh, yeah.” I looked down sheepishly. “I’m sure you didn’t want to know that.” I sighed and winced while looking away, “Me being your mom and all, I’m sorry Joel. You probably don’t want to know that your old mom sleeps naked.”

I couldn’t be certain but I think a quick grin flashed across his face as he shifted the pillow in his lap.

“No, no, I mean, that’s totally cool, mom.” He chuckled nervously. “I think that’s awesome. I love sleeping naked.”

“I know, huh?” I smiled. “It’s so...freeing!”

“Freeing!” He nodded.

I started to get up but stumbled; I was so out of it that I hadn’t realized that I had a bigger part of my bathrobe stuck underneath me than I thought from back when I’d crawled closer to him on the floor. I hadn’t tied my robe closed so it ended up practically pulling off me, fully exposing myself to him. I tried to casually correct my blunder which made it even worse.

I was still leaning into the couch as I was getting up when my foot had stepped on the robe. The hand that I used to try to catch the robe as it pulled away from me was the same one that I should have been using to balance myself as I stood, had I been in my right mind at the time. My upward momentum from standing turned into forward momentum: falling on Joel.

Stopping my fall was more important than my modesty, so I quickly let go of the bathrobe and grabbed for the back of the couch in the hopes of catching myself instead of crashing down onto Joel. He reacted quicker than I did, and lunged up to slow my rapid descent by grabbing me around my upper torso as if I were coming in for a speedy hug.

My bare breasts pressed up against his naked chest as the small pillow he’d been using to shield himself was quickly knocked to the floor. I was able to catch some of my weight with my hand on the back of the couch, but it was Joel that did most of the catching. I also realized that I was rubbing up against a raging hard-on. His dick was definitely bigger and harder than it had been when he was asleep.

“Oh...hello!” I said embarrassingly.

“Uh...yeah.” He looked both terrified and titillated, if that was even possible.

“That was unexpected!” I laughed but didn’t move. He still had his arms around me, but I could have pulled back if I wanted to; I sure didn’t want to. I really just wanted to start passionately kissing him, as crazy as that sounds. He just looked extremely nervous.

“Are...are you okay?” He stammered.

I paused a moment before saying, “I...uh...think so. Are you okay?”

“Oh, I’m fine. Just peachy!” He chuckled again nervously.

“Oh, good, I’ll just sleep here then, ” as I mockingly laid my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes.

“Uh, okay?” It almost sounded like he believed me, and it didn’t seem to bother him that we were both on the couch naked with me lying on top of him.

“You don’t mind, do you?” I smiled slyly.

He just grinned and shrugged, relaxing slightly.

I cooed and laid my head back on his shoulder and pressed more of my weight up against him, feeling his rock hard cock against my belly even more. He evidently felt it too because I heard him gasp quietly. I shifted some of my weight back off him and said, “Oh, baby, are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” I used that as an excuse to check out his even bigger cock as I lifted up far enough to look down between us and see it for myself. I couldn’t help whisper in delight, “It’s so big!”

Joel evidently didn’t know what to say, so he began to stammer in embarrassment, “I...I...uh...”

Not needing for him to come up with an excuse or apology or whatever he was working on, I started to tingle with naughty excitement as I asked, “Can I see it?” I glanced up to see the shocked look on his face.

“Uh...if...you want to, ” he said, completely caught by surprise.

I didn’t hesitate to slide down him, lightly rubbing against his cock the whole time until I had slid down between his legs far enough where my face was mere inches away from it once again; by then it was fully erect and I’d say almost twice the size it was when he was asleep. It was one of the best cocks I had ever seen.

My son was packing a beauty! His cock was standing fully erect; throbbing, moistly glistening, with little beads of juice emerging from the tip that I just wanted to lick up. There was a small tuft of pubic hair at the base and his balls were smooth and practically hair free.

Joel stared at me with an expression that seemed both worried and anticipatory.

I smiled and cocked my head slightly as I looked up to him.

“Can I touch it?” I whispered excitedly.

He bit his lip, smiled slightly, and nodded quickly.

I supported myself on my elbows on the couch and slowly reached out and caressed his cock with one hand for a few moments before using the tip of my fingers from the other hand to carefully explore the length of it from the base of his balls to the tip of his penis. I got some of his sticky dew on my fingers as it made a string of juice from the end of his cock to my fingers as I pulled them away; I quickly put those juicy fingers in my mouth to taste him.

He gasped with surprise and by then had a big smile on his face. The worried look on his face was long gone. His taste was light and crisp; I so wanted to have his cock in my mouth.

I peered up at him mischievously and whispered throatily, “Can I kiss it?”

He nodded enthusiastically, his grin grew even bigger.

I let out a small excited squeal and I first kissed the underside of his cock quickly and then again more slowly; I began to kiss my way down to the base of his manhood. When I got down to his tender balls, I first kissed them ever so gently, then I slowly took my tongue and carefully licked his balls as he shuddered with delight. I then, ever so slowly, licked from the base of his balls all the way up to the tip of his penis to get a fresh drop of dew that had just formed. I glanced up to see what his reaction was and his mouth was wide open and he looked as if he was watching the most amazing show he’d ever seen.

“Mmmm, tasty!” I said as I licked another dollop of dew off his tip.

He didn’t say anything; he just stared at me in fascination.

I smiled and asked him, “Did you like that?”

He nodded and swallowed loudly, “Uh-huh!”

“Want me to do more?” I asked coyly as I kissed the tip while looking in his eyes.

“Shuh, ” he swallowed again, “Sure!”

I smiled and kissed the tip again, flicking my tongue out for a new taste of his dew.

“What would you like me to do?” I asked again coyly.

“You tell me, ” he replied excitedly.

“You, ” I almost stopped myself from saying it but I just couldn’t hold back, ”you want me to...suck on it?” I whispered conspiratorially as if someone else could hear us.

“Oh, yes.” He replied surprisingly calmly, his wide eyes giving away his state of awe.

I didn’t hesitate or tease him another moment as I quickly stuck that gorgeous hunk of meat in my mouth and started sucking away on it. He reeled his head back from the instant pleasure and he began to moan. I held the base of his hard joystick and slowly sucked up and down on the tip a few times before popping it out with a loud smacking sound.

I grinned and looked up to him again, “You like?”

“Oh god, yes!” He gushed, “Can you do it some more?”

I chuckled at his most welcome candor and gleefully said, “Oh, absolutely!”

I stuck it back in my mouth and sucked on it the same way again for a few moments, and then at about the same time when I paused before, I looked up to him and started stroking the base of his cock as I sucked the tip and his soft moans became deep groans as he started to twitch and shake with pleasure underneath me.

All he could say was “Oh my god, ” before moaning even louder. After just a few more sucking strokes, he started to shake even more.

“Oh, oh, mom!” He said, panting and tensing up. “I’m gonna...” I knew exactly what he meant and I just kept on sucking and stroking. In fact, I went at it even stronger with deeper sucks and tighter strokes. “Cum! Mom, I’m cumming! Oh...oh my GOD!”

He began to thrash beneath me as the first spurt of semen entered my mouth, which only encouraged me to suck faster and milk the boy for all he had.

“Cum in mommy’s mouth, baby. Mommy wants every drop of your yummy cummy, ” I said in my head and smiled as I did; I could taste the salty, slick, slightly fishy cum as it erupted into my mouth. I swallowed and continued to suck without stopping for even a moment.

He didn’t say anything else, he only moaned with orgasmic pleasure as he slowly started coming down from his powerfully big O. As his moans were slowing, I also slowed what I was doing as his erection was beginning to subside (but not by a lot).

“Oh my god, mom, that was amazing!” He just stared at me, his mouth agape with a look of awe and adoration in his eyes and I almost felt myself get a little teary eyed, not remembering when the last time, if ever, I impressed him to such a level. “I had no idea!” He just shook his head in disbelief.

“No idea?” I asked in a way that implied that I wanted him to be more specific, while wiping the traces of his cum from the corners of my mouth.

“That you were up for doing anything like that!” He beamed, still in awe.

“Well, I couldn’t help myself; I saw your beautiful cock and I just had to have it in my mouth! Oh shit, Joel—you can’t tell anybody that I did that!” I said, it was just then dawning on me that what I did was surely illegal. He was my son! For some reason, my guilty conscience had kept itself surprisingly silent until just then. It also dawned on me that in doing that, it would surely affect our mother-son relationship for the rest of our lives.

“Oh my god! What have I done?” I buried my face in my hands at the newly-realized horror of my actions.

He interrupted my sudden feelings of guilt by saying, “That was fantastic! Can I...can I do the same to you now?”