Mom needs to deal with son's birthday wank

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OOC Thread for IM1RU - experimentally she will be son and I will be mom...



Monica Carole Crossby was planning a trip to a theme park for her son's birthday. Trevor always enjoyed trips to funfares and the one across town was supposed to be a belter.

She had cooked him a full fried breakfast to serve up in bed. Holding the tray she knocked on his door.

"Breakfast hun" she cooed

She was slightly surprised to hear him gasp "Erm give me a minute, mom"
 
I looked out my window early and thought about what I erally wanted to do today. My birthday and Mom goes all out on making it special.

I was thinking about that sexy pink bikini that she recently got and closed my eyes as I rubbed the lotion over my soon throbbing erection. I slowly moved into my fantasy of nights of sex on the beach with her.

"Ohhhhh yeah.. right there." I groaned at my illusionary image of Mom deep throating my cock as my agile fingers play at her thumping clit.

I hadn't heard the rap at the door but Mom's voice snapped me to the reality zone. SHIT! I grabbed a shirt and tried to wipe off some of the excess lotion before she enters. "Erm give me a minute, mom."

She'd fly off the handle if she saw me lieing here naked wanking off. I had to move fast cause I could hear that knob turn and the door open.

She walked in and I just covered my cock with the t-shirt that was not a good choice for the lotion as that was seeping around my fingers onto the bed. "Oh crap!"
 
"Happy Birthday To You
Happy Birthday To You
Happy Birthday dear Trevor
Hap -"

She reached the bed and leaned down to place the tray upon his lap. It was then that she noticed a bulge.

A little vexed and embarassed she thought better of mentioning it.

"So how's the birthday boy today?" (realising he was growing up and the bulge was nothing abnormal for a teenager)
 
I tried not to get embarrassed but with Mom right there and her cotton dress with the open collar. I groaned as I got an ample shot of her boobs and clevage.

"Okay!" I glanced up and then back at the tray that was hiding my bulge from view. I was uncomfortably hard and it was becoming harder to keep from making things worse by letting my beast out to let loose the dam. I was nearly on the verge of shooting off when she spoke.

I grabbed the glass in one hand and set it down against my belly hoping that it might stay my erect problem. It didn't and the head was struggling to peek out from under the shirt. I gulped hard as my hips shifted almost jarring the tray off my bed.
 
"Don't worry hunny" smiled Monica "I can see I called at an awkward moment - I'll go downstairs and leave you alone. We can discuss plans for your special day later when you're dressed and washed."

She walked towards the door - but was called back by his voice....
 
"No. Mom stay.. I just need to cover up better, getting kinda cool you know." I grabbed the comforter and pulled it over my legs. I lifted the tray to pull it in place while she had her back to me and only ended up spilling the drink on my lap and geez it was frosty.

"I want to hear what you got planned for me, please."
 
"Well it's really up to you - I was going to drive you down to theme park and get a couple of those wrist bands for us so we can have as many rides as we want all day!"

Watching him smile she thought she was on the right track

"I thought , hunny, that would be better than just hanging around here at home all day doing nothing."
 
I smiled a half smile. like who said that we'd be doing nothing. I thought.

I absently moved my hand down and barely touched the sides of my cock when it jumped and tapped the tray again. My eyes widened and I gulped hard.

"You know Mom, there is one thing that I meant to ask you about. Last Saturday when we went with Joey to the picnic thingy."

Mom looked back and had a mixed emotion. "Yes,"

"Did you take him all the way in your throat before he screamed Oh yeah baby suck me?" I looked at with an innocent look. Letting my curiousity be sated with the mere knowledge.
 
Monica feigned innocence

"Oh what has your little friend been telling you? I have no idea at all what you are talking about."

Inside she shuddered at just how much her son might know about what she had done with his best friend. And the little brat had promised to keep it a secret!
 
"Didn't say a thing Mom, I saw the both of you near the pond in the high grass, just before I was going to dive in the water. Looks like you were pretty filled with that DICK, eh Mom?"
 
She suspected he was bluffing and pretending to have seen what his buddy had boasted to him about. She was not going to be fooled or suckered into an admission that easily.

Double-bluff time thought Monica.

"Oh yes? And just what did you see young man? And mind the crudeness in your language please."
 
"That was quite a display right down to the rip in that silky pink bra that you wore to hold your boobs up to tease at the edge of your shirt and the undies were a paler pink. I bet Joey had no promblem slipping a few fingers between that hole peeking from the crotch either." I gloated as she was truly trying to palm her way out of revealing the truth.

"You looked pretty happy sucking on his hard DICK, weren't you Mom." I smirked a impish grin then repeated her own words from that day. "I just love your cock, baby.. hard and thick and full of hot creme."
 
She was still not convinced that she had really seen her antics - although Joey had promised to keep it secret, boys will be boys and he may well have blabbed to her son.

"So just where were you watching us from then?" she quizzed him - "And tell me something that makes me know that you aren't just telling me this on second-hand information!"

Little did she realise the risks she was taking by inviting Trevor to answer that one.
 
"There an old oak tree with a split in it from a lightening strike that was about two meters from where you two were. It was like watching a naughty porn the way you two were going. Besides that you got a new tattoo.. or at least one I'd never seen. That tiny pink rose just over the right nip.. the one that drives you wild when Joey licks at it."

I sat up and reached out to her body, letting my hand move along her thigh. "Or that the slightest touch here makes you so wet that you'd fuck anything that had a dick sticking out."

I was repeating her own words at the end and she quivered. Was I turning her on by touching or scaring the Hell out of her by proving the truth?
 
"Okay Okay so you saw me" Monica conceded "And what are you trying to achieve by telling me all this?"

She prayed to heaven that he didnt know about Neil and Peter , the other two of his classmates with whom she had been intimate.
 
A sly grin crossed my face as I rubbed my hands against her skin. "Maybe you have more desires then you think. You and your hunger for the young men.... The way that you dance for their jism splashing on your body, so you can bathe in the warmth." I watched her squirm as my hands still moved over her silky skin.

"You even would stoop to another lover just so you can feel young again. Someone like Neil or maybe Stu...." I hinted craftily.
 
"You've been reading too many of those magazines of yours I think. What I do with my body is up to me" Monica chided him

She DID indeed enjoy the pedestal that younger men would tend to put her upon, but did not consider it appropriate to have to justify her toy-boy fetish to her son of all people.

"Conversation is closed - in fact it never happened." she announced hopefully.
 
"Yeah, right.. whatever... well if you truly want to run off and pretend that you are hiding it.. okay... but I really plan on takign care of something more important to me."

I pushed the shirt back and started to stroke my meat. Letting her see all eight inches of hard rock move in my greased hand. "It's hard not to want something like this... hard and thick... thumping and looking sooo inticing. It looks yummy , doesn't it Mum."
 
"Are you deliberately trying to annoy me or something?" demanded Monica trying to maintain a cool veneer and to hide her utter sense of startlement.

"Pull the bedsheet back up NOW and I am prepared to pretend that this has not happened - just like what happened down by the lake never happened as far as any further conversations between you and me are concerned"
 
"And if I don't pull it back up what are you going to do about it?" I asked wide eyed. I wanted to see just what Mum would do and if that meant pushing a few of her buttons. So be it.

"I'm not trying to hide anything, MUM! You want to pretend .. okay that is your choice but like you said. My room is my space as you said so stay and watch if that gets your jolly...." I merely grinned and waited.
 
"Just as long as you keep that - I know I cant stop you from doing that - "

Monica was on the verge of going through the door

"As long as you keep your thoughts of what you think you might have seen me doing, entirely seperated in your mind from when you're doing THAT."
 
"Oh too late on that count, Mum." Grinning mischeivouisly. "It's nice to imagine your lips on mine. Sucking this shaft of hard meat down your throat."

Eyes sparkle with devilish intent as the hand glides down and up again. "Looks pretty hard.. this might take a bit longer then I planned... unless you had some other ideas.
 
"You're just trying to shock me aren't you? Some sort of revenge is it?" Monica shot back "Well I can tell you, sunshine , it takes a lot more than that to shock me. I can be very thick skinned when I want to be."

As she left his bedroom she added the maybe fateful words "You wouldn't know what to do with it anyway!"
 
"so you say Mom.. so you say." I taunted... then added. "Of course I'm not being two-timed unknowingly either."
 
"So what other boasts has Joey been coming out with? Has he told you that he's bedded any of the other mothers apart from me?"

She had given Trevor a bit more information than she ought to have done. He had never mentioned "bed" and she couldnt be sure whether he knew about the other two romps she had had with Joey in the privacy of the house.

Upon this she left his room, and closed the door behind her - she realised that she didn't particularly want to hear his answer - nor did she want to witness his self-pumping which was becoming more vigorous and rapid.
 
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