Taboo, She finds sexual comfort and longing in her son, OUR story begins with Celeste, devoted wife and mother of one …. a son named Jeff. Celeste is a stay at home mom, and just turning forty. She’s married to a just as devoted husband… Terrence. Terrence seems to be more devoted to his job these days. She knew it might be this way when they were married. When they were both at college, he told her that he was out for a business degree and hoped he might receive one soon. Terrence was quite a determined man. She liked that in him. He always went after what he wanted. He also wanted a family, and that meant a wife. He liked that Celeste was young, open to ideas, and a very giving person. He hoped that she was open to all that he wanted to give her…. a life, a home, and a family. His family.
Celeste had been open to all these things, especially the sex! Terrence was a wild sexual beast. She had only been with one other man before him, and found that there was to be more to this new thing called sex. When he was free mostly on weekends after class, they would have mad, passionate sex, mostly with her on bottom. Celeste had been open to everything… everything.
One night like so many others, they’d talked for a long while… just sitting naked and talking. Then Terrence started in on her, He asked her to crawl over him and do what came natural to her. The first thing she did was suckle and kiss on his penis. Celeste was intrigued by his penis, and wanted to know everything she could about it. Playing with the head, gave Terrence small orgasms. He knew what she wanted to do. She’d told him about a fantasy she’d had the night before. As she moved all over him sucking his balls and his nipples, she went back down, licking and sucking on his penis. He loved it, stroking her hair as she did so. After sucking, squeezing his balls, and trying to finger his ass, Celeste figured there were no negative thoughts in his head to hinder his orgasm… so she mounted him. She rode him and it felt sooo good to do that in the wee hours of the night! As she did so, Celeste felt Terrence pumping back faster. She matched his rhythm…. kissing him now and then and stroking his face, nibbling his ear, all the things she knew that aroused him . When she could hear him about to come, there was a low moan and gurgle. Hot juices gushed deep inside of her, the rest running down the sides of their thighs. As Celeste lay faintly upon Terrence’s chest, he seemed so wasted and yet invigorated! It made her so happy to hear how much stress she had relieved from his busy day. Later, they cuddled, and enveloped each other in a full body hug. That night she first rode him was the night Celeste became with child.
Now twenty years later, it was going to be her birthday, and Terrence had promised to be home… soon. Now pushing midnight, now one… Celeste sensed he might not be home tonite. She had been saddened, but it was expected. Jeff, her son, was there tho, and he soothed her to the fact that dad was a busy man. Working for a higher position. Terrence always reminded them he was doing it for her. That didn’t make Celeste feel any better.
The day before, Celeste had gotten a call from Jeff. Jeff had been residing in his own apartment, had been away at college and was coming home to stay a few days for her birthday. He called saying he would be visiting for awhile. The first night, Jeff and his mom had dinner together. Terrence had a spur of the moment out of town business meeting. This was expected, so they ate dinner, and talked about the day.
Later, Jeff carried on as he did in his own place. As Celeste went to her room later that eve, she chanced to catch him in the bathroom… relieving himself. This was something Celeste had never seen a man do. With an inch to peep thru in the door, she watched as her son very carefully handled his tool, with a slow rhythmic stroke. Her lips went dry… she watched him lean into it just as he began coming. As the first spurts came, she realized what she was doing and quietly rushed away. Alone in her room, she watched tv, her mind going back to what she’d seen her son doing minutes before. She closed her eyes and thought about it. But she would come back to normal thinking… that was your son, okay? She ran this thru her mind a couple times. But she shirked it off thinking it was just a fluke incident.
After a little late night tv, she stripped down to her sleeping attire: a sleeveless cotton nightshirt with nothing on underneath. She reclined back on a couple of pillows, closed her eyes and began to finger herself. Celeste had started doing this a couple years ago, after Terrence began promising they would have more time together. It felt sooo good. She began to softly moan. As she fantasized while fingering she was aware of the brief flashes of her son’s “relieving” but continued with her fingering. After coming, she lay there in the afterglow, recalling her last thoughts before she came. Then she dozed off.
The next day, during breakfast Terrence called. He would be home tomorrow. She was glad and hoped to make a special dinner for him. He smiled and told her he couldn’t wait to taste it– and her. This would be her birthday celebration. She giggled hanging up the phone. As she went about her daily chores, she cautiously walked past the bathroom door again, peeking to make sure she didn’t walk in on… anything. There Jeff was again, relieving. Her eyes widened as she watched his slow and steady jerk. Hypnotically, she watched licking her lips, then stepped away. Noticing how wet she was from watching her own son, again, she shirked it off and thought herself a “bad girl” for doing so. As she stood down the hall listening closely, she could’ve sworn she heard Jeff come. Standing aside the doorway, she watched him leave the bathroom. Frowning to herself for her lewd thoughts… she hurried to the kitchen to prepare dinner.
As she was finishing dinner the next eve, and had everything kept warm, Jeff arrived. She noticed his sluggish look, and reminded him to hurry off his the room and change. “Your father’s coming home tonight. Wanna be ready don’t you?”
Jeff smiled and shrugged his shoulders. He went to change. Minutes later he returned in a nice blue shirt and slacks. “Is this better?” he asked with a sarcastic grin. She gave him a quick nod and checked the food again. As the time went by, Celeste had a glass of wine, and glanced out the window, checking the food on the stove. It was around eight when Jeff came to her.
“Look, Dad will probably wanna have a little dinner with you … and I’m really hungry. Could I have a little something now?” he said holding his stomach. Looking out the window again, Celeste sighed.
“You’re probably right. Sure… fix yourself a plate.” He got a plate and smiled. After fixing it he came to her.
“Don’t worry… he’s been late before, right? He kissed her on the cheek. Then taking his plate, he disappeared into the living room. Eight o clock came and went…. 945. The phone rang. Terrence.
“Honey, the plane is gonna be a little late touching down. I won’t be in til a little later. Sorry.”
“Oh nooo. It’s okay. As long as you’re in one piece.” they said their goodbyes and Celeste put the phone down, almost slamming it. She didn’t realize Jeff was listening. Much, much later, the door opened and Terrence hurried in. It was almost eleven. “Whoo! The flight was awful. And the food. All I could think of was coming home to you.” He came to Celeste and embraced her . I dunno what I’d do if you weren’t here for me. He said kissing her on the cheek. Then he rushed upstairs. Jeff yelled “hi Dad” and Terrence yelled “Backatcha!” As Jeff stood watching his father hurry upstairs he turned to look at Celeste somberly.
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