The front door opened with a crash and Veronica looked up from her iPad. Heavy footfalls on the stairs stopping on the second floor at the entrance to her son's bedroom. She rose and walked to the foyer. The front door was still open. She closed it softly and then ran upstairs. "Mark, I can understand, I can permit a few beers every now and then, but you've turned into a damned alcoholic at school." His door was locked. She sighed. She didn't want to talk to him when he was this drunk anyway. The lights went out in the bedroom and another crashing sound. Veronica hummed angrily and pulled the Allan wrench from atop the thermostat to pop the lock. Mark was naked atop his sheets and quilt, eyes mostly closed. "Mark!" she barked. He mumbled incoherently and fumbled with his dick. Some other time, she thought. "Mark! Wake up!" He continued to fiddle with his dick, not really masturbating, just touching it till he was fully erect, his breath evening out. She shook him.

"Mommy," he whined softly. "She broke my heart."

Veronica stood back and watched her son play with his dick, eyes closed, as he fell asleep. She placed both hands on his forearm and shook him again, but he didn't rouse. His hand did fall away from his six inch erection though. Veronica eyed it fervently. Oh, fuck, she thought and took the head in her mouth to suck softly. He didn't even move. Her hand moved between her thighs and she doubled over and came instantly. "I'll be back," she said with a smile and traipsed from the room.

She quickly disrobed in her own bedroom and rummaged through her closet for something besides her god damned bridal headdress to conceal her face with. But her pussy was very wet at the thought so finally she donned it and moved back to her son's room. She straddled his cock and came as soon it entered her. Shaking and shuddering, she slid quickly down its length, gasping in pain, it had been so long since she'd made love. "It's too big," she whined as she settled around his pubic mound. Her head pulled back, a mask of pleasure on her face, as she began to ride his cock, thinking strangely of her friend Trish who had confessed to her of shaving her husband's back every Wednesday, on sex night. She cackled. This was Wednesday. Mark began to stir beneath her. "It's just a dream," she told him in a masked voice. "A dream of your wedding night." Mark's hands grabbed her hips and he began to move in time with her. "I love you," Veronica groaned. Mark murmured something that might have had the word "love" in it. As he bucked his hips off the bed, she fell on all fours above him, cumming again and again till her pussy was too sore to continue. She managed to get away from his thrusting cock and offered him a nipple. He fell into the old rhythm very quickly, pulling as much of her breast into his mouth as he could. Veronica felt a hot splash of fluid as Mark shot his seed on her ass and his suckling slowed till he was asleep again. Veronica's shock calmed. "Bad boy." She kissed him lightly on the lips and then rose, scampering off to her own room to jerk off.

Around 5am, she put on a nightgown and crawled into bed with him. She realized  that Mark would pull away in shock if he woke up any way other than with his dick inside her. There was one way around that. She rose again and fetched some panty hose from her bedroom. One wrist to each post on the headboard. One from each foot to a leg of the bed should do the trick. Oh, to hell with it, she thought and knelt between his feet to take his dick in her mouth. She sucked with increasing fervor, cumming yet again when she peeled his foreskin back with her teeth.  He woke but he didn't say anything and neither did she. She rose and straddled his stomach, grinding her pussy into him as he stared off at nothing, smiling widely. "Fuck me," she said and fell down beside him. "Fuck me, Mark," she repeated and tugged his arm. He lifted her knees to her shoulders and skewered her. It was the best sex Veronica had ever had. As Mark tired, he sat on the bed and wrapped his legs around her, pulling her into his lap to ride against each other, and finally pulled her on top of him with the sun well in the sky. Covered with sweat and exhausted, she rode him for another half hour, unable to make him cum. She collapsed on top of him.

"Mommy?"

"Yes, baby?"

"I want to cum in your pussy."

"Why didn’t you?"

"Because I was afraid."

His dick was growing soft at the entrance to her vagina. Each time he dozed off, it began to harden again and enter her, waking her in the most wonderful way. Soon, she was being rolled onto her back and he was fucking her again, screaming, fucking screaming, "Mommy!" When he came, he clutched her close, shaking like a leaf, "I need you, Mommy. I need you so fucking much."

Veronica just rubbed his back till it subsided then let him nurse again and fall asleep with his head on the inside if  her thigh, adrift with the smell of her pussy.