Mikey

Mikey’s fever.

I can’t resist the urge to tuck Mikey in. I know he is eighteen already, but it’s a mother’s thing I guess. Quietly, I tiptoe inside his dark cozy bedroom. Listening to his even breathing, I approach the twin size bed. Mikey is curled up, facing the wall under his thick leopard skin blanket. I adjust his sheets as much as I can, remembering how he would always manage to bunch them up by the end of the night when he was little. “Boys.” Smiling, I pick up his sneakers, other articles of clothing on the floor and put them away. One more thing. I check his cheek with a back of my hand and a sigh of worry escapes my lips. Mother is never wrong when it comes to this. Mikey has a preliminary stage of fever. Poor boy, he has been working way too hard these past two weeks. Mikey’s shoulder rolls as he coughs in his sleep. I knew it. Like some stupid hen, I hover over him, not sure of what should I do. Surely not to wake him up. He is sleeping so peacefully now. For unknown reasons, I take off my gym shorts and socks, and crawl under Mikey’s blanket. I lay behind him in a spooning position, hugging his slim body from behind. Mikey doesn’t wake, but his hand finds mine, and we both squeeze in a loving grasp. I begin to doze off, then wake after an uncertain amount of time. I listen to the rain, knocking into the bedroom window. Slowly, I begin to realize that Mikey is naked. How did I miss that before? I inwardly smile, having just discovered something about him that I didn’t know before. “Hmm, does my baby always sleep naked?” I try to close my eyes and relax, but it doesn’t seem to work this time. My mind clears and I begin to be aware of Mikey’s sharp musculine scent. I hug him tighter. He has matured so much. Slim, but with cut muscles of a professional level swimmer and a deep tan, Mikey must be a chick magnet. I move my legs and now they are entwined with his. Remembering that Mikey had to shave his legs to keep his swimming speed, one of my hands gently touches and traces his smooth skin, wrapped around bulging leg muscles. All the way from his knee up to his hip to his smooth round buttock. My fingers seem to move on their own as they find his flat tummy and brush against….. Oh, my. I hold my breath for a second, then retrace my steps. There it is. What the hell am I doing? My fingers squeeze his semi-hard cock lightly, feeling his warm meaty flesh. I become aware of dampness, no it’s wetness now in my panties, my nipples so hard and aching for attention. My mind darkens, swimming in a river of ecstasy. My fingers tighten around his shaft, and it responds instantly, hardening and thickening. Mikey murmurs in his sleep, then moves a little as I’m squeezing his cock. This starts a stroking motion that I can’t stop. I stroke, slowly, all the way up and down. A drop of warm precum rolls down my hand. I silently pray for Mikey not to wake up as my fingers expertly massage his balls making him harder and harder. Mikey shifts again, laying on his back now, and his young throbbing cock right in front of me. I want him so bad, to feel him inside of me. My pussy is dripping as I massage my clit for a few seconds, trying to satisfy the unstoppable urge. I consider my choices. An orgasm would wake Mikey for sure, I think lethargically. The I would have absolutely no explanation as to what happened and why I was there with him, naked.

I put my blanket over him and turn away from him, his hot young body, emanating with warmth and lust. At this point, I don’t trust my self-control anymore. I lie there, with a burning sensation between my legs, biting my lips, as my fingers slide in and out of my hot dripping slit.

Suddenly, Mikey’s hands are hugging me from behind. I feel his body tighten up against me, his warm breath on my neck and ear, and his cock pressing hard against my thigh. “Mommy, why did you stop?” He asks, softly, as his fingers squeeze my tits, then lovingly pinch and twist my nipples. I just moan in ecstasy in return, not able to do anything else. My head is dizzy, and I feel intoxicated with lust. Mikey’s wet tounge swirles around my earlobe and plunges into the ear’s crevice, taking me over the edge. I turn my face toward him and we kiss. He kisses me slowly, his lips softly pressing against mine, his long tounge slowly exploring my mouth. One of his hands caresses my leg, then moves up to my ass and rubs between the cheeks on the soaked thin strap on of my thong. “Mommy, you shave your pussy? Mmmmm, you were always so sexy to me.” I kiss him back, harder, in return of his sweet compliments. He continues touching me all over, his long fingers tracing curves on my sweaty skin. I reach back and grab his cock, stroking it harder than before. Mikey rubs it against my ass, then finally presses it right between my legs. I help him slide my panties down to my knees. I bite my lips when his cock slowly, but smoothly fills me, spreading my tight pussy to the limit. ” Ohhhhhh.” Mikey’s moans now join mine as he begins moving inside of me. The blanket is on the floor now, letting the cool air brush over us. He is fucking me slow and deep, every time slamming his rod all the way home. I move with him, making his balls slap against my ass with every stroke. Mikey holds on to me, continually kissing me, one of his hands, squeezing my leg, the other lovingly pressed against my tummy. I keep urging him on, begging him to fuck me harder, of how good it feels. Slowly, he increases the pace, making me moan louder and louder. Then I feel him lift me up and flip me on my back. He is the man, my baby, in total control. He raises my legs and I help him, holding my knees up to my breasts. Mikey towers over me, his hands grasping my ankles, as his burning cock slams inside me once again. My legs are on his shoulders now, stretching my pussy to the limit. I cry out with every stroke. I feel so exposed, and so helpless. Mikey’s face is right next to mine. He is actually smiling as drops of sweat roll down his forehead. As my son’s raging cock keeps pounding into the wet snatch that he was conceived from, Mikey spanks me, hard, just like his father used to. My ass cheek stings with fire. He spanks me again, and I cum with a shudder, clutching at the sheets and screaming Mikey’s name. He flips me again, and now I’m on all fours, my ass high in the air and legs pressed together. “Ohh, God.” I think. I’ve never been fucked so hard before in my life.” Mikey slides inside me again, his strong hands holding me by my hips. “Come on, baby. Fill your mommy’s pussy with cum.” This must have done the trick. My head jerks back, as Mikey grabs a handfull of my blond hair. I feel him tense, his rhythm increase. He spanks me again and again, the sound of his palm bouncing off my ass cheeks and vibrating against the bedroom walls. My tits bounce with the rhythm, I whimper as my pussy sqeezes his cock as the second orgasm washes over me. Finally, I hear a deep groan, and Mikey’s cock contracting as he squirts wave after wave of warm seed inside his mommy’s pussy.

We fell asleep, Mikey holding me tight from behind, and his semi hard cock still inside me.
End.

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