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 A Father's Replacement Chapter 2 By Lee Davey Comments welcome at
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   Chapter 2 Jon stood naked in his parents' bedroom, still naked as his
mother had refused his repeated requests to dress, and made him sit through
his entire meal stark naked.  It did he admitted make him extra careful
when eating his tomato soup, he certainly did not want to spill any today.
Finally the meal ended with his mother swirling down the last dregs of the
large bottle of cheap wine she had opened for the meal.  Rising unsteadily
to her feet she smiled at her sons hesitant offer to help with the washing
up instead telling him to go upstairs and get ready for bed, oh and to get
ready for her bed.  Standing awkwardly looking around his parents' room he
faintly heard his mother downstairs going through the nightly ritual of
locking the house up, strictly speaking unnecessary given the rural
location of the old house they rented.  "Have you brushed your teeth dear?"
Jon jumped at the sound of his mother's voice turning he looked at his
mother who had made her silent way up the stairs.  "Does that really serve
any purpose sweetie, after me helping you out earlier and all?" Shelly
asked smiling at her sons' reflexive move to cover his small penis and
balls with his hands.  Jon moved his hands knowing that she would simply
move them for him if he hesitated.  Smiling at his embarrassed face as his
small penis was once more exposed to her gaze; she placed a gentle hand on
his bare shoulder.  "Now Jon we're all alone tonight.  Mary and Sarah are
away tonight sleeping over at their friends, and it's just the two of us in
this big old house." "It's OK I'm not scared." Jon replied, apart of you he
silently added.  "Yes but I am, Jon.  You wouldn't want you mom to be
scared all alone in the night would you?" Shelly cajoled her reluctant son,
"After all your Dad did say you were going to have to be a man and look
after me and your sisters didn't he while he was away overseas?" That
clinched it, if there was one thing guaranteed to get Jon to do anything it
was to invoke his father's name.  Shelly knew well what buttons to press
with all her children; her brutal upbringing had honed her manipulative
skills to a razors edge.  Jon slipped under the duvet as his mother
indicated he should do.  Glad at least to be able to hide his nakedness
from his mother at least.  Jon considered for a moment and realised he had
not slept in his mother's bed since he was 7, and only then due to a bad
nightmare if the worst that happened to him was that he had to sleep here
tonight it would not be too bad, would it?.  Despite himself Jon sneaked a
peek at his mother as she dis-robed in front of him.  He swallowed slowly
in rapt interest as he looked at a full grown woman's body, the only one he
had ever seen.  Shelly noticed her sons' surreptitious looks and
deliberately took her time, hooking her gown over a chair and then slowly
undoing her necklace allowing the chain to slip between her large breasts
in a provocative manner.  Jon watched fascinated at his mother's body.  The
only other female body he could really compare was his 6 year old sisters'
body that was still unconcerned at being seen naked by her family.  While
his older sister Mary was more developed she would literally have beaten
him to a pulp if he dared try to sneak a look at her!  One look showed him
that there was no comparison between his mother's body and his younger
sisters.  His mother had breasts for a start, large and tipped with dark
brown nipples quite unlike his sisters pale nubbin's and perfectly flat
chest.  The real difference began where his mother's hips flared out.  He
could not help but look at the dark triangle of hair that covered his
mother's female bits.  He had seen Sarah's bits when she had been bathed
but to his eyes it was just a fleshy slit, of no interest to him as far as
he could tell.  His mother's hair though seemed to hide the promise of
hiding so much more than his sister possessed down there.  Shelly turned
off the main light leaving the room lighted only by the final few rays of
sun peeking around the closed curtains.  For a moment she paused
considering what she had done, and what she hoped to do.  She loved her
children and was by most standards a decent and good mother.  She had
bathed and touched her children a thousand times and not once had any
inappropriate thoughts come to her mind.  Yet today she had wanked her son
off, and enjoyed it the feel of his small but perfectly formed penis a
delight in her hands.  She knew she held different views on sex to the
other army wives she normally socialised with.  Her troubled upbringing
meant that she held no especially high opinion of the importance of sex. 
By the time she was 16 she had fucked hundreds of men, sometimes she
enjoyed it, most times not.  To her mind it was just a physical act,
something that gave pleasure, and ...  and obviously Jon wanted her, all
those sideways looks over the past couple of weeks, did he want some
pleasure, some joy with his mother?  Still giving into her son and going
all the way was wrong.  Yet the boy looked so much like his father.  A
strong man who mastered her in bed and simply took her when the urge took
him, not that she minded when he did so, quite the opposite in fact it made
her feel wanted, desirable.  Was Jon like his father?  It must be he had
willingly got into bed and watched her as she undressed.  He must want her
to do this, and she had never been able to say no.  Not when as child
prostitute the many clients took her mouth, or up the ass as their moods
dictated, nor when her husband had wanted to 'experiment' with clamps and
other 'toys'.  Yes it must be true, Jon was a growing boy and in her
alcohol fuzzed head he was like all the men she had known, desperate to
spend himself in her.  Smiling she slipped in next to Jon and looked at her
son as he lay there stock still, his two small hands gripping the edge of
the duvet tightly to his pale chest.  Slipping an arm around her son she
pulled him to her in a light embrace, the boy motionless unsure of what he
should do, the heat from his mother's bare flesh burning his where it
touched.  "Did I tell you that your Dad would not be home for another year
Jon?" "Yes a couple of weeks ago Mom" "I miss him so much you know sweety,
I love him so much.  Do you love him Jon?" she looked deep into her sons
eyes as she asked, and kissed him on the forehead as he nodded.

   "You remember when your Dad said you were to be the man of the house? 
You took that really seriously didn't you, and you really want to take his
place don't you son?" "Course mum, a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do"
Jon replied parroting the phrase that his father was fond of using.  Shelly
paused knowing that something was not right; her head felt funny a haze of
confusion blurring her mind.  For a moment she was unsure not just whether
to proceed, but how to proceed.  Still a lifetime of habit provided her a
course of action.  She eased the boys' hands off the duvet and threw it
back.  Jon lay still naked the whiteness of his body glistened in the
moonlight.  His chest showed the outline of his ribs, his stomach flat
dimpled only by a belly button that poked slightly out.  His penis and
balls were small and hairless, yet she felt a burst of motherly pride, they
looked so cute and sexy in a strange way.  They had an attraction that was
so often lost in the packages of fully grown man.  Shelly ran her hand down
the bony chest dipping a finger into the boys' belly button causing him to
squirm.  Her fingers trailed further until they reached the boys hairless
penis and began slowly to stroke along its length.  "Mom stop that it's not
right" Jon protested tears coming to his eyes.  "Well your cock says
otherwise sweetie" Shelly replied as her sons small willy hardened under
her experienced fingers.  She nuzzled the boys' neck and nipped his earlobe
gently before breathing hotly into the boys' ear.  Jon lay stock still not
moving an inch fearing what might happen as his mother swung over until she
now sat astride the boys thighs.  Jon's penis betrayed him; he hated what
his mother was doing to him.  Despite a passing interest in looking at some
girls in truth Jon had little interest in girls or 'sex' as his father had
explained to him in an excruciatingly embarrassing talk some 6 months ago.
Yet his penis was definitely hard now and the sensations he could not deny
rippling through his groin were overwhelming.  "Uhhhhhhh...Whhhaattttt are
you doing Mom" Jon watched in amazement as his mom shifted and bent down
until her head her lips beginning to lick and tongue his thingy.  Shelly
had leant down intending to deep throat her sons penis, until she realised
that that was impossible.  Her sons small willy barely penetrated past her
teeth.  She suppressed a giggle knowing from her time as prostitute that a
man's ego was a fragile thing.  Still she realised with surprise a small
cocklet this size was better.  It tasted so good, clean and fresh a small
of hint of urine but not too much, unlike his father's larger cock which
tasted much muskier and earthier.  With relish she nibbled and licked the
hardened nubbin her hands slowly caressing her sons trembling flanks. 
Judging the moment right Shelly stopped her blow job and knelt over the
boys erect penis and lowered her wet opening over the small pole.  She sank
allowing the pole to enter her, or at least graze the very edges of her
much too big vagina.  Shelly realised that her son was simply too small in
size to really penetrate her.  Still the eroticism of her deeds was
bringing her close to an orgasm and by rolling her hips she was able to
flick the boys' small cocklet against her clit.  With a grunt she rolled
over and positioned Jon atop her, her hands cupping her sons' buttocks
pulling the boy into a mockery of a missionary style fucking.  It did not
take long until she came, the boys willy's friction on her clit causing her
to grunt hotly.  Jon's eyes rolled in their sockets, tears trickling down
his cheek as he surrendered to his first real sexual orgasm, as he trusted
madly into his mother's cunt even without her helping hands.  Shelly threw
her head back and let out a scream as the first satisfying orgasm since her
hubby had left ripped through her.  Breathing Shelly slowly recovered and
kissed the now still boy who lay on top of her on his sweat stained
forehead and pressed him firmly to her bosom and, "You were magnificent my
little stud" she lied reassuringly.  Smiling she lay back her fingers
trailing to her own wet pussy and breathed contentedly "like father like
son" before slipping into her own sweet dreams.