Part 02
Luna
I wasn't sure how to think as I walked away from my wife...
I was a mother, a teacher, and, I thought anyway, a good person. When I walked in on Sofia on her knees in our bedroom trying her best to shove our longest dildo down her throat, well, I absolutely had no idea what the heck she was doing. I mean, we're in a lesbian relationship, and she looked like a teenage girl trying to practice giving a blowjob for the first time. It didn't make sense, and, if it was someone else, I'd probably assume she was having an affair with a man with a giant cock. In fact, I did think that, actually. The excuse about my son didn't make sense.
For one, Danny knows how much I dislike porn. It degrades women, after all, and watching it disrespects all women, of that I was sure. So, I don't think, even if he was watching it, he wouldn't be caught dead doing it in this house, because that's what he would be after that, dead... Okay, I'm not crazy or anything, but porn was a problem and I let everyone in this house know how and why I felt that way. Danny definitely
For two, Danny was incredibly shy. And I know having a huge penis wasn't going to suddenly make him more popular overnight but something tells me that wasn't an appendage that was attached to my son. He'd at least have a girlfriend by now, wouldn't he? Or at least some girl from the school would be curious about it? I mean, I know not every woman was a "size queen" and size didn't really matter or any of that, but I didn't think shyness and penis size were mutually exclusive. But that probably tells you how little I knew about men.
Still, thinking about it made me curious. But also suspicious of Sofia. I mean, I still couldn't believe she'd be cheating on me, but I also knew I'd been kind of ignoring her as I threw myself into my work as an English teacher. When I wasn't actually at work, I was spending much of my time in the office on the first floor of our home planning lessons and grading papers. I still loved Sofia but I feel I'd been losing interest in her sexually over time, but that wasn't her fault. I think I'd just been losing interest in sex altogether since my husband died five years ago. Sofia was a welcome distraction when we started dating and our lovemaking was absolutely amazing at first, but that didn't completely keep me from my grief. And once my grief faded so did my need for a distraction...
God, I feel awful even thinking those things about my wife. As I said, I do love her, really and truly. I just haven't wanted to have sex with her, or anyone else for that matter, in a very long time.
I guess I wouldn't blame her if she was having an affair...except I really didn't think she was. Or if she was it just started recently, only because I hadn't noticed any other red flags. True, I'd been working and avoiding her but you'd have to be a lot more clever and sneaky than I gave Sofia credit if, for example, she started reading a book when I went into my office to work and then, about two hours later, I came out of my office for some water and she was still sitting in the same spot reading the same book. I come out again for dinner and she's just finishing the same book and talks all about the book over dinner with me and my son and daughters and then we do the dishes together and go to bed. I mean, unless the whole thing was staged and she somehow knew when I was coming out of the office, I really don't think Sofia could be doing that, let alone if she actually would.
The party was starting. I was looking for my son and saw him standing in a corner, sipping a drink with ice in it. It was probably alcoholic since I allow my children to drink on New Year's Eve but only that day and only because they're all adults now. Since Dan and Kiara celebrated their birthday a month ago, I knew they would probably be living it up now.
Before I could approach Dan, my sister, Ivy, sidelined me, "Hey sis!" Ivy said. "Thanks for letting me stay with you until I find my footing. Most of my stuff my daughters and I spent today putting it into storage but I still have a lot of bags!" She then pointed behind her and a stack of suitcases nearly as tall as me were sitting by the door. Ivy was getting divorced and until the trial was over she wasn't going to get anything. She married a rich man who made her sign a prenuptial agreement to make sure she wasn't trying to get his money. He was an asshole and insisted that the only reason Ivy would want to divorce him was because she was cheating on him, so until it was proven in a court of law that she wasn't, which could take months or even years, she had nothing and was going to be staying at my house for the time being.
"Um, do you need help unpacking?" I asked, my sister is a bit of an airhead, always speaking her mind, always. "You can put them in the basement until you need them, if you want. We don't have enough bedrooms that you can have one," We only had the three bedrooms, which was enough for me and my three kids since Aimee and Kiara didn't mind sharing, though Aimee was out at college most of the time now, she still came home often for weekends and would be staying with us until the beginning of February when her classes start back up again.
"Oh, I don't mind couch-sitting. I hope to have my own place within a couple of months. I hope you don't mind. I brought some board games as well, but I realized you probably already have board games." Ivy said, all in one breath. Then laughed as if she told a joke, "I'm just braindead nowadays. I hope to spend some quality time with my sister and my nieces and nephew to hopefully clear my head."
I knew if I didn't say something that Ivy would just go on and on, "Feel free to stay as long as you like, if you don't mind, I need to get something."
"If you want some wine, I'll get you a glass." Ivy said as she went to presumably do that but I noticed as I walked over to Danny that she was already talking to her daughter, Zara, and had forgotten about the wine.
When I got to Danny, standing aloof in the corner. That's when the lights went out. It was tradition in our family to watch the ball drop on the television in darkness. Something started by my late husband because it was a tradition in his family. I noticed just before the lights went off that Sofia had come into the room.
"10..." Everyone else shouted but I was lost in thought thinking about my husband. I still miss him quite a bit.
"9..." We used to kiss at midnight every New Year. Another tradition, practiced by many, but one I knew wasn't quite the same without him.
"8..." My thoughts turned to my son. Danny was jerking off to porn with his apparently huge cock.
"7..." Either that or Sofia is having an affair.
"6..." I guess I wouldn't blame her if she was having an affair.
"5..." My feelings might be hurt, but it's okay, right? She's getting what she needs as I ignore what she needs...
"4..." In a way that makes me feel better...or no not better. What's the word? Jealous.
"3..." Unless she was telling the truth...
"2..." And there's only one way to know that she was telling the truth.
"1..." And that's by confirming that Danny has a huge penis.
"HAPPY NEW YEAR!" Everyone yelled except for me and Danny. This was because right at that moment I grabbed him and kissed him. I don't know why, exactly. I think it was the combination of my emotions just then. Jealous of my wife if she was having an affair and a part of me that wanted to make her jealous too. Suspicious that everything Sofia told me in our bedroom was made up. And Nostalgic for my husband and kissing him right at midnight to welcome in a new year.
I realized just as our lips met, that this was not a very well-thought-out plan. Which, in hindsight, was probably something like "kiss Danny, feel his crotch while doing so, and confirm or deny Sofia's story. I mean, what if Danny pushed me away? Or what if he was wearing pants that I couldn't feel his cock through? Or what if Sofia was actually having an affair with Danny?
These thoughts were all pushed away because my son was a very good kisser. I knew from kissing him that he'd never kissed anyone before, not in this romantic way anyway. His tongue was in my mouth, tasting like the whisky he was drinking. My tongue met his and played like they were meant for each other. His lips moving in time with his tongue, this was some natural talent my son just had, something he shared with his father, who was a natural lover as well.
But I didn't have to feel Danny's crotch at all. As my arms wrapped around him and he put his around my back, we pulled each other close and his huge cock, absolutely humongous by the feel of his bulge pressing into my mound through each other's clothes, and he was obviously just as hung as Sofia said he was by the feel of it.
My son has a massive cock! I thought as we continued to make out. I started feeling a whole new set of emotions. Oddly enough, pride, because I gave birth to my son and in a way I gave him that cock. Horny, because this may have been the hottest thing I'd ever done with anyone. I mean, it was so taboo making out with your own son, to say the least, and I felt really naughty doing it, but that only elevated my horniness to levels I didn't know were possible. And I also felt good in a new way, because this confirmed Sofia's story and proved she wasn't having an affair. And I knew she wasn't sleeping with Danny because, despite his natural talent, it was also obvious to me that he had no idea what he was doing.
Then the light came back on. But I was still making out with my son.
"MOM?!" I heard Kiara shout from the other side of the room.
I broke the kiss, looking and feeling very embarrassed, "I-" I started to say.
"MOM!?" Danny also said sounding very confused. As he looked at me wide eyed.
"Oh my God, Danny!" Kiara started to say, laughing as she did. Though Kiara and Danny were twins they didn't get along very well. Or I should say that Kiara didn't like her brother and Danny just put up with her bullying and avoided her most of the time. "You're such a loser you have to make out with your own Mom!"
Everyone started laughing at Dan at that except for me and Sofia, who I met her eyes. She looked surprised and maybe a bit hurt. I felt exceptionally guilty just then. "Um, I think I forgot something in my room," I said as I shuffled off.
But that was odd, it seemed that as I left, no one seemed to care that I was leaving. No one started laughing at me or anything, even though it was obviously my fault. They were all blaming Danny and making fun of him for being a loser. I hate to admit, I did nothing to stop them. But part of me was glad that the blame shifted to Danny at that moment. I glanced at him and he was looking like the most embarrassed person on the planet, but he wasn't running away from it like I was. I also couldn't help but notice the huge bulge in his pants, something the other women seemed to be completely unaware of.
I went to my room. I sat on my bed. I heard more laughing coming from downstairs. I glanced on the floor and noticed the double-ended dildo was still there, Sofia had forgotten to put it away.
I picked it up, I only felt my son's hard cock for a second and only through our clothes, and only with my pussy, but I held that dildo and could tell that it wasn't as thick as my son's cock. But it was still the thickest dildo that me and my wife owned. It was the only one I could practice on...
I shoved that fake cock into my mouth, stretching my jaw as far as it would go and feeling a bit strained by it. But I felt that I could probably get used to having my mouth and lips stretched out like that. I wasn't even really thinking about how I was imagining my son's own cock being the thing stretching my mouth to the brim instead of this dildo. But once I realized that, I felt my pussy gush with want. I was lusting after my own son, and it was turning me on more than anything ever had. EVER!
I took the fake dick out of my mouth and threw it in the closet where we normally kept it. I turned off the light and go into bed. I felt juices from my pussy leaking down my leg and I really, really, really wanted to jill off right then but I knew that if I did I would only be fantasizing about my son. I couldn't do that. I just couldn't...
A few minutes later, Sofia came into the room. I just pretended to be asleep as she crawled into the bed beside me. I heard her softly snoring a few minutes after that. She could get to sleep, but I was up for hours thinking about my son's giant cock and not finger fucking myself while doing so. It was a lot harder than it sounded.
