Date: Tue, 13 Aug 2002 00:57:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: einhardno <einhardno@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mama's boy

Mama's boy

by einhard

PLEASE NOTE: This story is fiction from beginning to
end. The characters don't exist, and the things they
do, never happened.


Elaine McGregor entered the kitchen and put down her
heavy bags on the floor. This shopping once a week was
probably a good idea, but the combination of groceries
by the ton and a long walk from the car to the house
was not so good.

"Al!" she shouted as she started unloading the bags
and unloading the refrigerator and all the other
places food went. What was the point of putting it all
in different places, anyway? Al would just eat it all.
Teenagers and food. She shook her head.

"Hi, Mom!" Eighteen year old Alastair walked into the
kitchen, his hair still wet from the shower he just
finished.

"Hi, honey!" She kissed him on the cheek. "Help me get
all this stuff in place?"

"Sure". Al smiled radiantly, and within a minute,
everything was in place.

"What's wrong, honey?" asked Elaine when Al set up a
puzzled face.

"Didn't you get my stuff for me?"

"Oh!" Elaine blushed a little and reached for her
purse, retrieved a small package wrapped in paper and
handed it to her son.

"Thanks, mom! I really needed some more of this, I'm
out."

"Oh, well..." muttered Elaine.

"Anyhing wrong, mom?"

"Well, no, son. It's just...I don't feel too
comfortable buying that kind of stuff. You know."

"Ah, don't worry about it, mom. It's just K-Y. Me and
Mike use it for sex. It's no big deal. And don't tell
me you got embarrassed in the store. Heck, I remember
you teaching us sex ed in fourth grade. I've never
heard or seen anything so explicit until I started
having sex myself."

Elaine was deep red by this stage.

"No, Al, it's not that. It's just that it's such a
tangible reminder that my little boy, my baby, is so
grown up. I'm sure kids don't like to think about
their parents having sex, and most parents don't like
to think about their children doing it. At least not
when they're your age."

"Mom, I'm 18! And so is Mike. We're young, we're
healthy. What do you think we get up to when we're all
alone and want some fun? We don't play Monopoly,
that's for sure. Heck, we've been doing it since we
were 15!"

"You have? Alastair Archibald McGregor, you never told
me that!" The menace in her voice was clear. Al backed
a few steps.

"Sorry!" he said in small voice. "I didn't think you
needed to know. And anyway, none of us got hurt, we
weren't caught, and we're still in love. So what's the
problem?" Al made an expansive gesture and smiled his
prettiest smile, somehow magicking Elaine's anger
away.

"Oh, nothing, I guess. But I wish you'd told me. Then
again, I wish you hadn't. Oh, I don't know what I
mean. Let's talk about something else."

"I know what's wrong", said Al, the challenge in his
voice equally clear. "You can't help picturing it in
your mind, and it gets you all hot and bothered. I
know. I've read about it. Just like straight guys
fantasize about chicks gettin' it on together, women
get all wet and starry-eyed thinking about guys in
bed. Go on, admit it!"

"No!" said Elaine vehemently.

"Hmm! Why do words like "lady", "protest" and "too
much" spring to mind? I wonder."

"Oh, stop it, Al! You shouldn't tease old ladies, it's
not nice."

"Not nice, huh? Wanna know what's nice?" Al walked
closer to his mother. "This is nice." He stroked the
front of his jeans, rubbing at his clothed cock.

"Know what I got in here, mom? Hmm?"

"Yes. I mean...no. Well..."

"Oh, it's a long time since you've seen it, right? Not
since I was a little kid, and you gave me a bath. It's
bigger now. Eight inches, mom. And really fat."

Now, that was not strictly true. It was no more than
seven inches. But the "really fat" part was accurate.
Al didn't think he'd be challenged, though, so he
didn't hesitate to spice up the truth a little.

"Stop! It's not the sort of thing a son tells his
mother."

"No? You like hearing about it, though. And it's not
just a matter of having what it takes, you gotta know
how to use it, too. Like me. I trim my hair, you know.
Mike likes that. Makes it look even more like a
popsicle for him to lick on, to take deep in his
mouth, to slobber all over."

"Oh, God!" muttered Elaine.

"Except it's not frozen, is it? No, it's hot. And it
doesn't melt, either. It stays hard the whole time
he's working on it. And when he's done that long
enough, know what happens then?"

Elaine said nothing, just stared fascinated at her
boy, noting the widely dilated pupils in his eyes, the
color in his cheeks, all the signs of excitement. She
couldn't help letting her glance fall to his crotch,
jerking slightly when she thought she saw...

"That's when I pick him up in my arms and toss him on
the bed. Then I lick his ass. Round his pink hole. I
get it all wet and relaxed, so he'll be ready for me.
And that's the stage where your little purchase comes
in."

He waved the tube of K-Y before her face.

"That's when I grease us both up. My stone hard cock
and his soft, pale ass. And I ram it up him. All of
me, fucking my boy, in and out, my cock in his ass,
slowly at first, then faster and faster, making him
moan and squeal "More, Al, faster. Give it to me! Fuck
me, Al!""

He stopped and sat down.

"And then I cum. The sperm that you saw on my sheets
six years ago bursts out of me. Well, not the same,
but that stuff. Out of me and into my lover boy..."

Starry-eyed was an apt description of Elaine's facial
expression. Not that she was aware of it much, not
like she was aware of the moisture between her legs.

The doorbell rang, and Al bounced up, half running to
answer it.

"Hi, Mike!" he said, then bent down to kiss the
shorter guy on the mouth. He held it extra long.

"Wow!" said Mike, grinning. "What was that all about?
Not that I mind. Oh, hi, Elaine!" He gave a small
wave.

"Mike", she muttered.

"I'd love to stay and talk a while, but we really
gotta go, Al."

"Okay. I'm ready." Al grabbed a jacket from a peg,
then slipped the K-Y in a pocket, making sure Elaine
could see, but not Mike.

"Bye, mom!" "Bye, Elaine!" shouted the boys.


"Hey, man! What's up with your mom? She seemed a
little strange", asked Mike.

Al smiled. "Nothing's wrong. She's just preoccupied.
There's something she needs to take up with my dad
when he gets home."

Al patted Mike's butt affectionately, and the boys
were on their way.




This story is copyrighted by me, einhard. (c) 2002.
All rights reserved.

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