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I was alone. So alone.
My fingers grew still and I sagged into the couch. Listless.
Alone.
Well, not quite. Sean's image, once so wavy, was growing stronger, solidifying, becoming less misty. Comforting. I felt safer, more connected, the clearer his face became. Ah, Sean. I need you now. You can't know how much you mean to me.
Sean's face was right in front of me now. He was smiling, but his smile was different. It was full of Tom's wisdom and... his hunter's confidence. My fingers moved. Just a twitch, sending a tingle rocketing through my pelvis. Oh, God. I twitched again. This time on purpose.
"Mom? Are you ok? There's so many of them..."
The door slammed, cutting off Sean's yell.
I snapped my head forward off the couch, eyes popping open, hand quickly shoving my dress down my closing legs, feet yanking off the coffee table, rattling the picture of my two men but not toppling it.
Sean rounded the corner of the entrance hall and stopped in his tracks.
I could see in his eyes what a picture I made. His mouth sagged open.
My dress must not have made it over my knees. Glancing down, I saw the lacy hem of my black slip barely halfway to my knees and the dress still near my hips. My left hand was on my knee but my right was still trapped between my thighs. My face had to be flushed because it felt hot, or was that the heat rising from my lap?
"Sean," I whispered, my eyes unable to hide what he knew to be true, that he had just caught his mother pleasuring herself in front of a picture of his father and himself, a picture he knew normally sat on top of the entertainment center, not on the coffee table in front of his mother's open legs.
The shock slowly wore off Sean's face. His mouth closed but he kept staring at me, at my still partly open legs, hand firmly inserted between my thighs where a woman's legs thickened in their approach to her magical haven. I tried to pull my hand away. Tried to push my dress down. Tried to close my legs tight.
But I couldn't.
I just sat there, looking sideways at Sean's face, unable to move.
Sean was looking at my legs. He hadn't looked at my face since he first rounded the corner and then looked down. He was staring.
Why couldn't I close my legs?
A wave of heat pulsed through my groin and my body shuddered. My vision blurred and when it cleared, I saw Sean looking at me, straight into my eyes.
I had never seen him look that way before, so strangely. Mesmerizing. Commanding.
He stepped toward me. I shuddered again. Such a strange feeling. Not fear, yet a similar sensation. I felt like... prey, but I wasn't terrified. I was horrified, and thrilled.
Sean took another step, then another, and another. My face turned to follow him until he was standing in front of me, still staring into my eyes.
I couldn't move. I couldn't even blink. His knees nudged mine and they moved apart, my legs loosening their hold on my limp hand. Finally, I found the strength to move and I pulled my hand from between my thighs but it dropped on the arm of the couch as if it had accomplished a feat requiring all my strength.
Sean leaned down, eyes never leaving mine, picked up my hand, and dropped it back between my legs. He placed his hand on the arm of the couch to brace himself, then pushed my dress up my legs with his other hand. He didn't hurry. Several times, he brushed the dress higher, and the slip, until they were as high as they must have been before he burst through the door. I didn't protest. I simply returned his gaze; his intense, mine subdued.
Sean grabbed my arm, holding it by the wrist, and pushed until my fingers were draped over my panties, then dropped it. I sat, immobile. Again he grasped my arm, moving it up and down, then letting go. Still, I didn't move. Patiently, Sean took my hand and moved it up and down, slowly, in longer, more deliberate strokes. Again, he let go. I moved my hand, barely, but he seemed satisfied and stood up straight.
I kept moving my hand. It hardly moved but I dared not stop. His eyes commanded me. For a moment, he was like his father and I felt this exhilarating urge to bolt and run away, to laugh sexily to encourage the chase, but I didn't. Not because it was so wrong, but because I couldn't move. His eyes held me paralyzed. It wasn't because I was frozen in shock by his entry. It was him holding me still, unable to flee.
Sean's hands dropped to the belt of his black suit. I noticed the large bulge there and for the first time registered his excitement. I knew what he was doing and all I felt was anticipation, wondering if he was as long as his father as the lump in his pants promised. God forgive me, I didn't even think about how wrong that thought was.
Sean pulled his pants apart and the zipper came undone of its own accord. Stop this, my mind screamed, but my hand pressed my black panties more firmly.
Sean pulled the waistband of his shorts forward and down and his young cock flopped out, already lengthening but clearly not the long snake his father had wielded. He pushed his shorts down to his thighs and his loose slacks dropped to his feet of their own accord. I noticed with maternal pride how large his balls were and was surprised by the girth of his manhood. He must be the same overall size as his father, just making up in thickness what he lacked in length. My son's cock stiffened, pointing right at my face.
I was acutely aware, even though I knew how wrong it was, of my finger's reentrance through my slippery folds.
Sean lifted his foot and rested it on the seat of the couch, balancing himself while he pushed his shoe off his foot, the pantleg following. My only thought while his youthful pride dangled in front of my eyes was why I wasn't scolding him to for putting his feet on the furniture.
Sean pushed his foot farther onto the couch and then lifted his knee onto its arm. Leaning forward to grasp the couch with the hand on that side, he gently wrapped the other around the side of my head, his fingers urging me forward, toward his manly weapon.
My son's cock nudged my lips and bounced off. Again, this time hitting my chin and sliding off over my cheek. Without urgency, his hips drew back and his thick root surged forward again, hitting my lips again. They gave way and I opened my mouth. The tip of Sean's thickness slid inside over my tongue. I shoved my fingers deep into my pussy and at the same time tried hard to push my son away.
Sean pushed and to my amazement I struggled to open my mouth as wide as I could. I was so used to Tom's longer but narrower bone. He had loved pushing himself deep but knew he couldn't get much more than half of it inside my mouth. Sean struggled just to get his helmet in.
His hand urged my head forward and mouth went slack to allow his head to pop fully inside. Still I pushed hard on his hip, urging him to stop, pulling my left knee back to get my foot on his leg above his knee, shoving, trying to force him away.
Sean laughed and his hand tugged my head further onto his cock.
"You can't get away from me, Mom. Anymore than you could get away from Dad."
Shock rippled through my body. Sean knew about our games? Had Tom told him?
"Don't be so surprised, Mom." Sean laughed again, pushing himself in and out of my mouth more easily now as my saliva grew more copious. "I've heard you guys before. I always dreamed it was me chasing, catching you, doing this... and other things."
Sean pulled himself out and rubbed his massive thickness around my mouth, rubbing it along my left cheek, then pushed back inside.
"Dad figured it out once."
Sean was panting and I felt a surge of triumph at his obvious excitement even though my hand and foot were still trying to shove him away.
"He must have heard me on the stairs," he continued, working his big tip against the inside of my cheek. "He wasn't mad. He just told me that if I was lucky I would find my own woman to hunt for the rest of my life, and that if I was really lucky, she would be almost as fantastic as you. But I always knew that I had already found her."
Sean pulled his cock out of my cheek. Even with just his head inside, he still almost filled my mouth. He put his other hand on the right side of my face and, with his cock held still, used both hands to move my head around on his cock. I stopped urging him away with my hand and foot and started tickling the underside of his cock with my tongue. Tom had loved that.
"Oh, Mom," Sean groaned, his cock twitching in my mouth so forcefully it almost moved my head on its own.
I pushed my tongue up as hard as I could and started sliding it rapidly back and forth on the sensitive underside of my son's dick, rubbing my pussy in time with my tongue, or Sean's gasps, I'm not sure which since they followed each other so closely.
Sean was gasping and groaning alternately now. The thrill of triumph welled up from deep inside, just as it did with Tom at this moment, just before he was about to come. I recognized that magical moment of transition, from victim to hunter.
My had moved up for the kill, delicately grasping Sean's balls, tickling, and scratching the underside with my fingernails.
"Oh, God. Mother," Sean shouted.
Too late, I realized how little room there was in my mouth. I tried desperately to pull back but Sean was holding my head too firmly.
Blast. God. Oh, my God. It filled me. My throat flooded and I could sense my neck swelling, the backwash of his hot fluid forcing into my cheeks and squeezing out through the corners of my mouth, dribbling onto my chin. I swallowed, just before another blast roared into my mouth.
"Mother! Oh, mother."
There were several more torrents, each less than the last, each followed by an exclamation, each of those quieter than its predecessor.
Eventually, Sean was done. I had swallowed it all except for the little bit that escaped through my lips but he still kept his softening prick in my mouth and head my head, albeit loosely. Strangely, it felt comforting. I moved my tongue in a slow, serpent-like twist around his exhausted hero, lavishing him with the dregs of his reward. When I had done this with Tom, I was consciously embedding the need for him to conquer me again.
Why was I doing it now? I needed to stop. It was over and we could put this behind us, write it off to the strain of the day, the worst Earth Day of our lives. I could hear the hushed crowd outside. Thank God the drapes had been closed earlier in the day in anticipation of their arrival and the need to retain our privacy.
Stop licking his cock.
Sean, perhaps sensing my dilemma, tried to pull away but my hands curled around the back of his muscular thighs and held him in place. My tongue swirled around his tip and he stiffened in my mouth, such a breath-taking sensation.
"Mom," he whispered, gently prodding my forehead back.
I pushed forward, my lips for the first time traveling down his shaft at least an inch. I clamped down on his cock, squeezing it with my cheeks, and rubbed my tongue back and forth underneath his now hard cock.
"Oh, Mom," he groaned.
What the hell are you doing? Ok, you're proven you can get him hard. Big deal, you got a young man stiff. Now let him go and end this nightmare.
I pulled my head back, filling the room with a loud, wet popping sound as my sucking mouth released my son's cock.
Ok. Now don't make a big deal about it. We can get by this, just let it drift into the past.
I looked up into my son's eyes, struggling to ignore his beautiful, hard again, glistening cock.
"Can you help me up?"
I was startled to see his eyes holding that strange look he had regarded me with when he first stumbled upon me with my dress halfway up my thighs.
"Sure."
Sean withdrew his knee and pulled his foot off the couch, standing between my outstretched legs. He reached down and I raised my arms, expecting him to take my hands, but his slid past mine to grasp me under my thighs. Sean knelt on the couch between my open legs, lifted me up even with his hips, then pressed me into the back of the chesterfield, my back arching backward over the top.
"Sean, no," I protested.
"Yes," he hissed, his hand dropping to grasp his hard tool, lining it up in front of my wet panties.
"No," I whispered. "It's too far."
Sean released his cock and grabbed my panties, twisting them in his hand. With a hard yank, he ripped them away and threw the shreds away.
"Go ahead. Struggle if you want to," he gasped. "You know it's going to happen."
"What?" I gasped in return, my voice as hoarse as his.
Of course I knew what. I was playing, as if it was Tom. But why?
He pushed his thick rod against my lips, answering me with his manhood. I was so wet.
"Fucking," Sean answered.
He pressed more firmly against me, rubbing his shaft up and down outside my pussy. I moaned and he answered with one of his owns. I could hear the crowd preparing to light their candles. It must be almost 8:30. My hips surged forward, pressing my lips around Sean's slippery shaft. I opened my legs and wrapped them behind him.
"What if I don't let you?" I teased.
"You can't help it," he whispered, rubbing. "You'll do it yourself."
He rubbed harder and I answered with equally strong pressure. Sean lifted me higher, his gripping fingers under my thighs opening me lewdly. His chest pressed in and his stiff cock flopped underneath, poised for entry. Sean held me just above his tip and leaned in to whisper in my ear.
"Whenever you're ready."
I was stunned by my son's arrogance. He was kissing my jaw, then my neck, and back up to my ear. His tongue delicately traced its edge. I relaxed my heels in his back, and let myself drop onto his thick cock.
He held firm but I pushed down, only slowly enveloping his thick shaft, struggling to part my inner walls to accommodate its quiet strength. It was like trying to pull on a kitchen glove not big enough for my hand. Millimeter by millimeter I pressed down and as I sank lower, ecstasy rose within me. Finally, I rested on his root. He was all the way in now, stretching me wide. Sean began sawing his thickness in and out. God, he felt so fantastic.
As he pumped me, my son whispered in my ear.
"I've been waiting for this to start, Mother."
"No," I gasped, stretching down, following his retreating cock. "It's not the start, it's the end."
"No, it's not," he replied, self-assured. "You can run, but you can't hide. I'll get you."
He pushed up, slowly but further, lifting me higher. I had to put my arms around his neck to stop myself from being pushed over the back of the couch against the window.
"I can run pretty fast. How can you be so sure?" I was panting so heavily I could hardly understand myself. His cock was truly marvelous. Unruly and untrained, but awesome.
"Because I know... you'll let me... catch you," he huffed. "I'll chase you until you fall. You'll look back, knowing you can still get away, but you'll stay on your tummy anyway and lift yourself up, ready for me."
He emphasized his point with a hard upward thrust. I moaned loudly, then laughed and wrapped my legs so firmly around him that my heels crossed and dug into his opposite hips.
"It's not going to happen," I assured him. "So you better make the best of this one time."
I planted my mouth on his to squelch his protest. Sean answered with another hard thrust, then more, and more.
That's it, baby. Tonight you have your father in you, but tomorrow it's just you and me. Oh, yes, baby. That's so good. Do me good, enough to last the rest of my life. Yeah, like that. Fuck me.
Outside, the crowd cheered. It was 8:30.
Sean's seed roared inside, filling my throbbing, quivering pussy even more than my mouth. On the third blast, I felt it trickling down the inside of my thighs, so much, so warm.
I let him stay inside me when he was finished. In truth, I was reticent to let him go. I knew it was the last time I would be with him. The last time, in fact, I would be with any man.
Goodbye, Tom
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Sean had left me on the couch without any more words after he was done. I wasn't convinced he really believed me that it was over. I think he left because further discussion wouldn't do him any good. Thus, it was with some significant apprehension that I approached the kitchen the next morning, dressed in a blouse and jeans. No dress for this old girl.
However, Sean gave me no reason for concern. Other than being overly polite, he was the same son I'd known until last night. Yes, we were both quiet but that was to be expected after the funeral the day before. He even offered to run to the grocery store to pick up some pickies and snacks for the committed meeting in the afternoon.
Tessa had convinced me that I might as well get it over because the executive was desperate to know where I would throw my support in the upcoming elections. Everyone wanted Tom's wife to be on their side or, at least, not against it. The infighting had started sooner than expected. But, Tessa was right. I didn't want to see the movement fall apart so the quicker I let them know that I wasn't going to be involved... not what Tessa wanted or expected to hear... the better.
Tessa and John arrived early but I rebuffed their attempts to divine my position. Fortunately, several other committee members also arrived early, no doubt to press their own case, so the discomfort was minimal. I was surprised by the smooth assistance from Sean in helping me deflect their efforts to influence me. Surprised and pleased.
The meeting went reasonably well. The committee got sidetracked into several debates important only to the participants so I had time to reflect on my position. Tom had always wanted me to fill his shoes should anything ever happen to him. I had always assured him that I was as committed to the movement as he was but now that he was actually gone, I had no stomach for it.
I looked out the window, letting their arguments subside into a monotonic drivel. Would Tom still want me to carry on? Was it a betrayal to leave the movement in the hands of these bickermeisters? My stomach turned at the thought.
I looked back, intending to refocus my attention on the matter at hand and caught Sean staring at me. Instantly, fear erupted within me that last night was still not over and my stomach fluttered at the thought of having to deal with a different, more important issue. I cast my eyes down to the the pleated skirt I had put on for the meeting. It was appropriately aligned just below my knees. I wasn't inadvertently portraying even a semblance of sexual allure. I looked up into Sean's eyes and he smiled, steadily returning my gaze.
I interrupted the discussion to initiate a new talking point, the first step on the path to letting them know that Tom and I would no longer be part of the direction the movement was going. I introduced several more each time the discussion veered off track and grew heated. I was surprised when Sean stepped in once or twice, and then several more times at the invitation of this or that participant. In the end, I never voiced my intention to back away. It was obvious that various members of the group were seeking Sean's support, clearly seeing him as the source of his father's continued influence.
For his part, Sean sat back an let the others draw him in, but only after he heard each position. It was easy then to be the voice of reason. I was so proud of him. He really was his father's son.
At one point, I dropped a snack I was holding on a napkin on my knee and bent to pick it up. In so doing, my skirt slipped above my crossed knee and the site of my bare flesh made my mind flash back to the night before. I looked at Sean but he wasn't looking my way. After a few seconds, he seemed to sense my attention and turned my way. He graced me with a warm smile but again he held his gaze steadily on my face. His eyes never flickered to my legs. I have to admit my reaction was mixed. I was relieved but also strangely disappointed as if I had lost the last twinkle of excitement in my life.
