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MOM'S BIG BOY
Harry Kuntz
I
It was 3:00 in the afternoon and Vicki Fallbright had been out at the
pool in her back yard for a couple of hours, sipping iced coffee, swimming a
bit, reading the kind of sexy novel she liked, and catching a little sun. After
a couple of hours the iced coffee had caught up with her, and she got up to go
into the house and relieve her bladder.
The back yard in Vicki's house was quite secluded, so she had been able
to wear her very briefest bikini. Vicki was a modest, churchgoing woman, and
she would never have worn such a thing where anyone could see her. But if there
had been anyone to see her as she strolled back to the house in her bare feet,
he would have been impressed, no matter who he was. In a word, Vicki was a
babe.
Yes, she was 34 years old and the mother of 15-year-old twins. But her
figure was as firm and her skin as soft and smooth as Connie's, her daughter.
Indeed, just the previous week, Vicki had been asked to show ID when she ordered
wine at a restaurant upstate. She was not only youthful looking, she was
beautiful. Her gleaming, jet black page-boy haircut framed a face that was
cute, pretty, classical, and dignified, all at once. Her exotic, almond-shaped
eyes were dark, and her cheeks were so soft and smooth, you could not look at
them without wanting to stroke and nuzzle them.
Her figure was perfect, too. Her tits were only a little larger than
average, but they were beautifully round, with perfect nipples, pink and jutting
out in perfect tiny cylinders. If she took her bikini top off, her breasts
wouldn't sag a fraction of an inch. Even when she lay on her back, they were
almost as large as when they hung down from her chest when she was on all fours.
She had a tiny waist, a perfectly flat tummy, and from there south it was
perfect heaven! Her legs were long, soft, and slim. At their top, her bikini
defined the cutest, most perfectly rounded little ass cheeks in the world. In
front, her generous endowment of rich, black, pubic fleece overflowed at the top
and to the sides of the bikini triangle. She was a woman of good sense and
would never have dreamed of shaving or trimming her heavenly pubic delta..
She figured that for all practical purposes she had the house to herself,
so she didn't bother putting on her robe. Her husband, Don, had left that
morning on a business trip. He'd be at a convention for the next five days.
Don, at 50, was considerably older than Vicki. She loved him profoundly, for
his intelligence, his hard work that had made the family well off, his
gentleness as a father, and his tenderness and complete dedication to her. She
knew that the one thing missing in their marriage was a successful sexual
relationship. She told herself that she just wasn't sexually responsive, though
deep down she knew that it wasn't really true. She had hardly seen any other
men nude, but she figured Don's sub-four-inch penis must be below average. When
it was as hard as it got--which wasn't very hard, and wasn't very often--it was
hardly larger than her thumb.
Though she had sometimes been tempted by the sexual attractions of other
men, she had succumbed only once. That had been only a few months after her
marriage, when she was only 18, and she had almost put it out of her memory.
After that, she had pulled herself together. She had been brought up to be a
virtuous woman, she loved her husband, and she would stay faithful. Since that
one lapse, she had kept her vow. Her husband had never given her an orgasm, but
she had learned to do it herself with her fingers. Now she figured she'd go
upstairs and urinate, wash her hands and face, and spend the rest of the
afternoon in a self-induced sexual rhapsody.
Vicki's daughter Connie had gone on a camping trip with a couple of her
friends and wouldn't be back until tomorrow. Her son Stevie was home, but he
had been out all night and hadn't gotten home until 11:00 that morning. He had
eaten some eggs and bacon and then gone straight up to bed. He wouldn't be up
for another couple of hours at least.
Vicki wondered what her son did when he stayed out so late, as he had
done the night before. This wasn't by any means the first time since summer
vacation started that he had been out all night. She was almost afraid to ask
him where he had been, and if she did, he gave her evasive answers. She had
heard he had become quite a lady's man. Vicki's younger sister Bonnie, not
quite the knockout Vicki was but still a beautiful woman at 28, said that the
word around town about Vicki and Stevie was that the most beautiful woman in the
county had given birth to the hottest stud in the state. Vicki didn't like
hearing talk like that, though she was used to it from Bonnie, who led a much
racier life than she did. But she wondered whether Bonnie was right this time.
Could Stevie, her baby, really be sleeping with girls? Was that what he was
doing when he was out all these nights?
Vicki entered the house and walked up the carpeted stairs, making no
sound in her bare feet. As she expected, Stevie's bedroom door was closed. But
as she entered the bathroom down the hall, she had a surprise. Stevie wasn't
asleep at all, he was standing in the shower, staring idly out the window and
lost in contemplation. He had left the door open to let the steam from the
shower out, had finished his shower and dried off all but his lower legs, when
he had apparently lost himself in thought. The bathtowel hung down from his
left hand, against the wall furthest from the entrance to the bathroom.
The bathtub was large and elevated, and large enough that it did not need
a curtain. As Vicki stood in the doorway, frozen momentarily in surprise, she
had a perfect side view of her 15-year-old son, who had no idea she was there.
Of course, Vicki had seen Stevie in a bathing suit many times, but she
had not realized until this moment how he had grown up. He was developed way
beyond his age, and had the body of a 20-year old. Or, rather, a body that just
about any 20-year old in the country would sell his soul for. His neat,
short-cut blond hair crowned a handsome face that had an angelic beauty but was
also ruggedly male. His chest was broad and coated with a soft layer of manly
blond curls. His arms and chest were muscular but not muscle-bound, and his
chest tapered into a flat torso that seemed to go on forever.
His mother was deeply enough affected by the beauty of her son's upper
body, but inevitably her eyes were drawn lower. She had always liked to look at
a beautifully shaped butt on a man when she was at the beach, and she had never
seen a more beautiful pair of masculine buns than her son's, frosted with downy
blonde gossamer. But she hardly had time to notice the rear end that all by
itself would have given her fodder for a month's worth of masturbating. Because
she was immediately transfixed by the root of her son's manhood, a penis the
sight of which nearly took her breath away.
