Confessions Of A Happy MILF Hooker: The Visit Home

I usually open the door for step-mom roleplays dressed only in heels and a flimsy satin robe, pert nipples on display.  For the young ones, there is no need to dress up.  They want a down-home mum, who is impressed by their manliness, by their manhood.

“Welcome home, son,” I say warmly.  

“Hi, Mum,” he replies nervously.  The awkwardness is perfect for the occasion.

I had been liaising with the monastery from a distance to arrange for his bus ticket to reach him on time, it certainly had not been easy from my end.  Now here he is.  My boy is home at last.

“It has been a long time,” I say, leading him to a bedroom.

“Everything is more or less the same as when you left it.  I did get rid of the single bed.  Now that you are all grown up, I thought a bigger bed is better for you.  You can bring your little girlfriend over.  My room is right next door but I would not be eavesdropping.”  I pause, looking deceitful.  We both know I am lying.

“Do you have a girlfriend, honey?”

“No, mum, I don’t,” he stammers.

“Oh well,” I say using my baby-talk voice.  “You’ve got me, honey, I’ll be your wittle girlfriend.”  To go with the baby-talk, I give him a tickle.  

“You can tickle mummy” I say, guiding his hand over my breast and down to my waist.  “Ha ha.”

“Don’t be shy,” I say.  “But first things first.  You have had a long trip.  Let’s get you in the shower and you can clean yourself up.”

“I’ll be waiting for you in here.”

We head to the bathroom and I am still chatting mindlessly, pointing out where the fresh towels are, turning on the shower to heat up the water.  I pull his t-shirt up over his head and briefly play with the tufts of hair around his tiny, boy-nipples.  I undo his belt and start to undo his fly when he stops me.

“It’s okay, mum.  I can do it.”

A flash of hurt crosses my face, soon replaced with a smile.

“Oh, I forgot you are mummy’s big boy now.  I’ll leave you be.”  I give his slightly protruding cock a playful rub before I leave the bathroom, allowing him to remove his own pants and shower in privacy.

I go back to his bedroom to tidy a bit, removing his backpack from the bed where he had placed it, before I sit in a moment of solitude on the edge of the mattress.

I open my robe and see that my upper thighs are damp and the bushy pubic hair between my legs is wet.  I can not resist parting my hairy labia with the side of my index finger.  Very juicy.

The summer wind outside is dry and threatens to start a bush fire.  Inside my son’s room, I lie down on the bed and explore.  I am so hot, as if the day has been muggy and all my nooks and crannies are also affected.  I finger myself now, curling my fingers upward to press firmly on my g-spot.  I am doing it rapidly, I can hear my cunt squelching.

Now my son enters the room.  I love to see a young man walk naked with an erection, it just feels so defiant.  Defying gravity, at least.

“I’m here, darling,” I say, catching him by surprise.  

“You’ve caught me playing.  I know it is naughty but mums have needs too.”

He tries to cover his cock, but it’s too big to be covered.  He acts embarrassed, but he is a bad actor.

“It’s okay, darling,” I reassure him.  By now I am sitting upright with my legs closed and only one of my breasts exposed.

“Mummy has seen your pee-pee before.  Come and sit down here.”  

“What an enormous cock you have.  It is so much bigger than it was when I last saw it.”

I take it in my hands, then I notice that his tight balls are wanting to be licked by my tongue.  With my fingers I gently grasp his shaft and slide my fingers upwards and downwards.

“Oh darling,” I say.  

“This is taking me back to when you were a little boy.  Do you remember the ‘eensy weensy spider’ nursery rhyme?”

I recite the rhyme to him as my fingers climb up his cock.  So far he has just been taking it in, wide-eyed, almost frozen.

“Have you had a young lady show you the ways of the pussycat and the cockeral?”

“No, mum.  I’m a virgin.  I’m 18, I’ve only just left my boarding school.  There were no young ladies.”

“Good,” I say.  “Today I am going to show you all you need to see.”

“Today we are going to get to know each other in the Biblical sense.”

“But you’re my mum”

“Not really, I’m your step-mum, who sadly was not there for your formative years.  Your daddy, if he was alive, would have wanted me to teach you how to be a man.”

I fully disrobe and lovingly guide his hand, then his mouth, then his cock.  We play with an unflagging vitality.  Hours come and go.  We sleep, we fondle, we fuck - at some stage we even cook and eat some food.

A young cock is infatigable and I can not get enough of him.   Yes, he comes quickly but I teacht him how to continue to pleasure me and by the time he watches my burning and exploding slow volcano in wonder, he is hard again and able to continue.  The young, they are insatiable.

By the morning, when it was almost time for him to leave, although we are exhausted, we manage to have one final mind-blowing orgasm each, not quite together as mine lasts much longer.  

He is a different person when he leaves.  I send him out to face the world with a new confidence.  My work is done.  However, he has one final question.

“Mum.”

“Yes, son?”

“Why did you leave me and take so long to bring me back home?”

“I had to, baby.  They sent me to prison.  I am only on leave for a hospital appointment for an illness I have been faking for months.  I snuck away from there to see you and now I have to return.  I am serving a life sentence for murder.”

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