("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2012. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- A Lump in Her Throat by Nick Green (nicholastgreen@yahoo.com) *** A short, intimate, and somnambulistic moment between mother and son. Comments are welcome. (Fm, ped, reluc, inc, 1st, oral) *** Kelly woke to a lump against her cheek. Groggily, she remembered lying on the couch, her head on her son's leg, and falling asleep to a movie. His soft heartbeat always put her out quick. His arm held her at her midsection. The warmth on her belly was his hand, inside her partly opened robe. Had his slight snoring woken her? The comforting sound was a rare one. Kelly had never heard her son snore. It had been years since she heard her ex-husband snore; any man, actually. Her heart melted as his husky, peaceful breathing and deep rumbling reminded her of her own father. Her boy sounded just like him. Knowing now that she was safe and secure, Kelly allowed herself to stay half-asleep. She moved her arm on top of her son's, snuggling him closer and resting her cheek into the lump. Dreamily she opened her eyes to a smooth, chiseled man on the TV screen. A stacked blond was kissing his rippled abdomen. Late-night cable with soft, but quick, music filled the room. The only illumination was the false candlelight on the TV. The movie must have finished and was followed by soft porn. Or had her son changed the channel? That surely would explain the lump. It suddenly dawned on Kelly that the lump was not a hip or leg. But so big?! Kelly squelched the thought, but it was too late. Memories of his father's girth filled her loins. Once again, she admonished herself for thinking of her ex-husband. Kelly had struggled for years to raise her son sweetly, hoping that he would be a nice boy, not a complete and total asshole. Obviously, her son had inherited some traits: smart, fast, and growing taller by the day. Growing? Good lord, he's only 14! He shouldn't... yes, he should. He came back from his father's with a brand-new shaving kit, didn't he? Growing hair? Was he no longer the cute, smooth- skinned little boy she used to tease and tickle? Yes, she had watched him mowing the lawn earlier. His chest was a skinny smoothness punctuated by... pecs, nipples, abs, and belly-button. He must have been working out with his father. He was considerably more muscular when he returned and no longer pale. The couple on the TV were really going at it now. The blonde was on her knees, the young god behind her. The sound was turned to high. The pulsating music and the actors' moans seem to beat into her and draw her out. Her heart was suddenly in time with the thrusts that shook the blonde's large, hanging breasts. Her little boy was no-where near as ripped as the actor. Kelly glanced down into the lap her head lay in. Barely hidden by the tent-peaked, open fly of his boxers was a patch of wrinkled pink. Just a peek and Kelly closed her eyes, embarrassed. The vision burned the insides of Kelly's eyelids; accompanied by a mild, musty smell. No tangy sweat, just warmth... and hormones. Old, old memories of love and comfort flooded over her. This time, Kelly let them come. And she let herself look. It was dark pink she saw, and she knew it was soft. She always liked looking. 'Who doesn't?' she told herself. And who would know? Kelly exhaled hot breath and watched a light, fuzzy shiver. She gasped as the soft, wrinkled patch of scrotum, only inches from her mouth, moved – shrank – and the lump pushed against her cheek. Kelly knew the wetness seeping between her thighs wasn't sweat from a warm summer night. Her son held her protectively. His hand was on her skin, holding her ribs and stomach. His snoring was light and even: peaceful. His cock, her son's cock, was large and hard. Kelly's nipples rose through the satin of her robe. A breeze from the AC snuck in and the sudden chill extended her nipples further. A wet spot grew on her cheek and saliva filled her mouth. When was the last time she had tasted a man? The first time had been very similar to this. Kelly pushed her son's arm higher, sliding on her smooth skin to rest under the crevice made by the bottom of her bra-less breasts. Letting her arm fall across her chest, hiding her nipples, her hand fell naturally on his bare thigh. The peach-fuzz of his young leg tickled her hand. His cock responded again, though his breathing never changed. Emboldened, she wanted to see his cock. Was it as large as her - HIS - father's? She reasoned that she had a right to know. Shouldn't a mother be aware of her child's physical condition? Maybe it was because she hadn't seen one in so long. Maybe because the smells made her feel warm; no... HOT. Maybe because it was a young man, taboo, her son. Her pussy told her it was all of the above. Kelly brought her hand up to the hardness pushing against her face. Her fingers laid at the base of his cock and his balls grew into the heat of her palm. Unfortunately, his shorts were still in the way. Wriggling her fingers into the fly of her son's boxers, Kelly felt the curve of his shaft. Yes, it was large. It took eons for her thumb to wrap under the base. Yes, he was big, bigger than her ex! She could barely fit her hand around it! Kelly rejoiced in motherly pride, savoring the moment of touching her son. Encircling the base, her reaching hand moved the hardness. She parted her teeth and felt the pressure of what MUST be the bulging head push into her cheek. Her roving had pulled open her robe. A naked breast draped lewdly over her son's hand. With her other arm, partly trapped beneath her, she pushed his hand further up. His thumb brushed against the nipple. An orgasmic shock twisted through her body. She moaned as a wave of love and need broke over and through whatever reservation she had left. Juice ran from her lips, trickling warm across her thigh. Kelly shifted her head in her son's lap. The open 'O' of her lips poised over the bulb that strained against his shorts. Carefully tugging at the base, the cock slid under the thin material, inching closer to the open fly. Her son's cock was a living, pulsing creature. She yearned to release it. To deny it would be to deny her own love. The monster sprung erect in front of her. It was wide and Kelly gasped in awe of it. He was thick, but not long: amazingly, beautifully perfect. It stood at attention for her, but if she wanted it, she would have to take it. Kelly squeezed the base. A crystal-clear bead of pre- cum rose from the tip and slid down the head of her boy's gorgeous, young penis. The drop paused at the edge of his engorged crown. Slowly, she brought it to her waiting mouth. Her tongue stretched out in anticipation of that salty drop; a flavor she ached for. Kelly laid the large head on her tongue and sweetness blasted the tip. Their tips were connected. She needed more. Saliva drooled over the cock as her lips spread around it. Her tongue molded to the curving head. Sucking, she brought him deeper, excited by the long- lost pressure filling her. She had no idea her boy could taste so good. It could only be right for a woman to taste this; to taste her son and feel his cock on her lips. With a swelling heart and unabashed love, Kelly took her boy's fullness into her mouth. Resting her head again, she opened wider, letting the length of his cock slide deeper until the thick head pushed against her throat. Her breasts swelled with love and comfort as she let his warmth lay in her wet mouth. His pulse was loud inside her. Her son's throbbing organ swelled even bigger and Kelly orgasmed again, as thick cream burst in her throat. She took it all, trying to swallow and not succeeding as her son's cum continued to shoot. His sperm flowed down into her belly. Kelly heard a slight moan behind her and held her son's penis still as it shrank. Feeling guilty at her greed, she finally released him and tucked his cock back into his shorts. Looking up, she saw that he appeared to be still sleeping. "Love you, Son. Good night," she whispered. Dreamily mumbled, she heard, "Love you, Mom..." *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 76