A Mom and Son

Pre-script: After posting my previous story, which isn’t a fast read, I recalled the fun of some lightweight, breezy items written whiles ago.

Perhaps you readers will like fast-pacing through them the way you can breeze through this one:

---

A MOM AND SON

by F.E. Cooper

- For Mark McElroy -

“Hi, Mom! Glad you’re back. Your mailbox was full. That ad’s had great response.”

“Good, you need a step dad. It’s been too long for me, too, without a man in my life.”

“In your bed, you mean?”

“There, too.”

Packages deposited on a table, Barbara Freed opened her mail. In one direction went utility bills and real estate flyers, in the other her personals’ responses – thirteen in all. “My lucky number,” she mused. Nosing through them quickly, she discarded nine as unsuitable. “Who do they think they are?”

“Husband material.”

“Yeah, for sure. I like the looks and specifics of these four. Want to see?”

“Not my call, but…” sixteen-year-old Hud (short for Hudson) reached for the scant handful of letters and photos on offer. He read with the interest a gay kid might of the prospects for a mate for his mom. “Three say their penises are the size you require and that they are good in the sack. One’s larger, makes claims that he’s a ‘real lover,’ and says your self-description is ‘really appealing.”

“What do you think about their faces?”

“Headshots are all okay but when you reply, I think you should send them your full frontal and ask for full frontals of them in return.”

*

“Hi, Mom. Glad you’re back. You got responses from your four guys. I put them on your bed, you know, in case you want privacy to read them.”

“Why would I need privacy?” she fluttered her lids.

Hud snickered, “In case you get turned on and want to finger yourself.”

She kissed his brow, “Such a thoughtful son.”

*

“Collins, it’s Hud. If you want to have some fun together, come over. Slip in the back door and sneak to my room.”

*

“Hi, get your clothes off and get in bed with me. Shhh. Not a sound. Mom’s fucking a new suitor. He’s going at her.”

“Sounds like they’re winding up, the way she’s urging him. Let’s jerk off.”

“Hurry up, let’s cum with them.”

“Okay, but keep your voice down. Give me your dick. You take mine.”

“Oh jeeze, you have the touch. Push the skin back further. Like that. I’ll get yours.”

“I’m about to get off. Go slower! Listen...”

“Why’d the guy stop?”

“Damn. From her moans, he must have pulled out to eat her pussy. She loves that.”

“Want me to keep going or hold yours like you’re holding mine?”

“Wait a sec. Let me show you who’s in there with her. Here, here’s his full frontal. Harold Schiffman, forty-two, seven inches erect, strong bod.”

“Yeah. Cut, I see. So, your mom has photos of each candidate for her hand?”

“Listen to you using a word like candidate!”

“Hey, sounds like they’re fucking again. Let’s cum, like you said.”

“Ohmigod! Ohmigod!…”

“Jeeze! Jeeze! Jeeze!...”

“Whew.”

“That was hot.”

“Must have been. You got awful loud.”

“Yeah. Sorry.”

*

“Hud?”

“Yes, mom?”

“You alright in there?”

“Yes. Collins and me, I mean I, were just masturbating.”

“Okay, but say goodnight.”

“Good night, Mom.”

“Say good night to Collins. Harold wants to meet you.”

“Good night, Collins. I’ll call you. Scram.”

 “All’s clear.”

“Harold this is my son Hud.”

“Wow, he favors you – just as pretty. How you doing, kid? Are you always naked like this?”

“Pretty much.”

“Turn around and show me if your ass is as pretty as hers. Barbara, look, it is! I’m stirring at the sight. Damn, I want to shag that!”

“Hud’s that okay with you? Harold’s cock’s hot.”

“If he’ll chow down on me first like he did for you.”

“Kid, you don’t put no condition on me. Open your legs and take it from the man who’s going to be your step dad or I’ll smack you so hard you’ll see stars.”

“Don’t you threaten my boy, you beast! Take your dick and the rest of you out of here – NOW!

*

“Mom, don’t be sad. No way he would have worked out.”

“Thank you, sweetie. Guess I’ll try another. Take a gander at the other three – here – and pick the one you want me invite in next.”

“This one. Arnold Schwartz. He’s got lover eyes and a nicer smile than Harold. Plus, look at the stance – so suggestive!”

*

“Who the hell’s ringing the doorbell just when I’m about to step in the shower? Yes! Hold on! Be there in a second. Hey! I’m coming. Hold your horses, I gotta get a towel!”

“You can’t be Barbara Freed.”

“I’m not. I’m Hud, her son.”

“Why are you only sticking your head around the door?”

“Mister – say, I recognize you – you’re Arnold Schwartz. Mom’s not here. You’re too early. She won’t return for at least an hour.”

“My mistake, I guess. But I’m here, so if you’ll let me in, we can become acquainted.”

“Oh, alright. We have to anyway. Oops, sorry ’bout the towel. I was going to take a shower.”

“Don’t bother. You look great. Come here and let me hug you like a step dad should when coming home.”

“Ohmigod, your arms feel so good. Right there, on my neck. Mom likes to be kissed there, too.”

“What do you say, you warm me up for your mom?”

“With all those clothes on?”

“I’ll take them off. You’re making me hot.”

“Man, you are way better in the flesh than your photo shows. And your erection – golly, it looks ready to go.”

“How about right here on the floor?

“Like this, with my legs up?”

“Perfect. I’ll add some spit to my precum. Baby, your boy cunt looks beautiful. I’m sinking in paradise – ooohh. If your mom’s this good, we’ll be a happy family. I’m revving up now. OUCH! What the hel…?”

“You screwing in my front door! Hud, you don’t get my men first.”

“Hi, Mom. I didn’t. He got me. And he feels really nice inside. You’ll like him.”

“Okay, I’ll step around you two and put my parcels down. You two finish. Then Arnold, you and I are going to do the nasty on my bed – and you’d better be up to what I need or you…”

“Barbara, I’ll be a first class provider – for you both. Watch me.”

“You move well – and Hud’s grinning. Fuck him good. How your butt cheeks pinch together when you’re coming is terrific. Throw it to him! That’s the man.”

*

“What’d you think?”

“About Arnold? He was lovely. Recovered down where it counts while tonguing my clit, then screwed me to a fare-thee-well. Showed me his bank account. Made promises. I’d say he’s in the race.”

“I enjoyed him, too. Made my butt hum. Here are the other two’s sheets. Which would you like first?”

“Why, him – William Benko. I’ll save the biggest for last.”

“Says he’s an investment banker, has a penthouse in town, a condo in Aspen, likes driving either his Jag XKE or his gull-wing Mercedes 300 SL, relishes fine food and great sex, and’s intent on showering his eventual wife with life’s luxuries.”

“His junk resembles Arnold’s. Maybe he’s got the right stuff to mate me and help parent you.”

“With his resources, I’m guessing he’s just a fancy playboy. Wonder how many women he’s had?”

“Not my concern. Here’s my idea: You call him, intro yourself, set the three of us up for a dinner date at a swanky joint such as Chez Alicieta’s with nightcaps here, and let him know he’ll have his chance for the best sex of his life.  Don’t want him to think we come cheap.”

The idea appealed, then got better as she said, “If those sports cars are as cramped as I think they are, you can sit on my lap for the drive.”

*

“Arnold, it’s your old frat brother, William. Is your receiver carrying my voice clearly? I’m glad. Listen, you remember that woman, Barbara Freed, whose ad we both answered?”

“Sure.”

“Want to hear about my time with her and her son?”

“Did you – how do they say – mix it up with them?”

“Man-oh-man, did I! On the floor in their living room – and the bitch banged into us coming in the front door from shopping! I got the bruise to prove it. Why, what happened to you?”

“Did you perform oral sex on her?”

“Certainly. Fine taste. Good fuck eventually, too. I repeat: Why, what happened to you?”

“You know I’m not gay, don’t you?”

“Never imagined you were. Me neither, but her kid – what a lay! Fucking him’s like fucking her, only in the ass – which I don’t think she does. Orgasmed like Vesuvius. Wrung my balls dry which is why I had to eat her out for a good while – so they could re-stock. Why, what happened to you?”

“I’ll tell you but before that, how do you feel about marrying her and being the kid’s step-father?”

“I’d be up for it, William. Rather liked him, although I think he’s a little wilder than he ought to be. Perhaps a strong man’s hand by way of guidance…”

“What about his sexual need?”

“Why are you avoiding telling me what you did?”

“Well, it was…different. Hud wanted Barbara to watch him denude me. Me! She begged me to let him, saying it would make her want me. I let him prance around with my shirt and play with my chest hair. A distraction! Before I knew it, she snuck behind and handcuffed me so he could take down my pants and use his hands on my parts. He had this trick of moistening his fingertips to pluck at my dick’s head – which got the rise she wanted.

“‘Fluff him, Mom,’ he said. She did and when her head was doing great, she pulled back, he backed up, took me in his butt, skewered his ass, I yelled, and she shoved us on the bed – me on top of squirmy Hud. Couldn’t stop myself from fucking him. I bucked hard, dropped a helluva load in him – me, who went there with thoughts of marriage and family life like drives in the country, picnics, weekend movies, and watching game shows on TV! It was outrageous.”

“Easy, my friend. When the handcuffs were off, did you fuck her?”

“Yeah, for about an hour. God, her pussy’s demanding. Only thing was, Hud wouldn’t leave us alone. Wanted to be on the sidelines like it was a sporting event, him urging, ‘Go for it, man.’ Well, enough’s enough! I grabbed the handcuffs, put ’em on him, tickled his prick with my fingers the way he did mine, shoved him over my lap, and whaled his butt – the way a good step father would.”

“So?”

“He was crying. I started to put my clothes back on – and Barbara says, ‘William, honey, he’s hurting. We like you. You should fuck him again to show you care.”

“Did you?”

“No, I kissed ’em both and said, “Next time.”

“Hot damn.”

*

“One more to try, eh Mom?”

“Yes, Bart Worthing, age fifty-one. We saved the best for last. Did you ever see a handsomer face or a better physique? Hung like nobody else.”

“Tooled for action, I’ll say. This page he titles his ‘Resumé’ is to die for – played college football, did service in Afghanistan, serves on several boards, runs a company that manufactures sporting goods, and is ‘ready to settle down and enjoy life at the domestic level.’”

*

“Guess what, Hud. Bart wants us to come to his place for a few days. It’s not too far. He’s sending his driver. We won’t need many changes of clothes. Just our necessities.”

“When?”

“In about an hour. I’m first in the shower.”

*

“Welcome to Mr. Worthing’s estate, madame. This lady, Maria, will show you where to go. And young man, this fellow, Tom will take you along to your quarters. Don’t worry about a thing. All’s been taken care of for your visit.”

*

“Barbara, I’m so happy you’re here. You’re just what I thought. Let Maria help you out of those things and into this satin dressing gown. Ravishes your body, my dear. You look like a movie star ready for her close-ups. My close-ups. I’ll cover with kisses every inch I uncover. Ummm.”

“Bart, are you always this excited? Your tumescence is awesome. I’m not sure it’ll fit…oooh, but your fingers sure do! I could faint if you keep doing that.”

“If you faint, I will revive you. Have a glass of Pol Roger. Sip it while I sip at your breasts and prepare your cunt.”

“I’m on my way to heaven.”

“Your nips are cherry red. How they perk!”

“Is that your cock poking at me? It’s too big. I’m not…ooooph! I guess I am. You’re so slick.”

“And you’re smooth as satin yourself. Let me hold your hands to each side so our initial fuck’s without restraint. I go with steeplechase speed for the first hour – to see how many times your climaxes will cause you to faint. Shimmy that twat up to me, baby. Grovel your hips! C’mon!”

*

“Where am I? What was that?”

“Have another glass of champagne. From a fresh bottle. You polished off the previous one like a harem’s thirsty concubine. When you’re cumming, your whole body blushes.”

“Hud’s does, too.”

“Good hands have him in tow. Think about us, whether life here with me will please you for years ahead – my cock at your service and my staff providing everything you may want beyond that.”

“I’m not fitted with an IUD.”

“Pleased to hear it because I want a family. Going to try to impregnate you daily, nightly, and between. Sprawl back now. I’m ready for another hour communing with your inmost self. Be a good bride for me. Take every gusher my balls give you. We’ll make a brother for your son. Maybe twin boys. Semen’s on tap by the keg, girl! Soak it up the way you did my Pol Roger.”

*

Hud was not quite ready, his handler, Big Tom, said. “You’re whistle-clean, cutie, but not dilated sufficiently for our Mr. Worthing. This speculum – it goes right the way with enough KY – great, eh? – widens sphincters the way I’m cranking it. Irons flat your pink folds. How they welcome this visitor. My, you’re pretty inside – ruby red. Readying your tissues for deluges of cum to come.”

“Does he like boy butt? I mean, after my Mom…”

“He’s never had one your age. The few older guys he tried couldn’t handle him when he was in their tracts – you know, like race tracks. Hud, Mr. Worthing goes like Secretariat in those famous Derbys, if that tells you anything.”

“A secretary?”

“The greatest racehorse ever. Never mind, just try to hang on when he’s in your saddle like your Mom does, gossip has it.”

“Gossip, such as…?”

“That he wants to marry her and to parent, maybe adopt you.”

“He’d be my step dad for real?”

“If you’re up to it.”

*

“Hel-lo. I’m here to check you out for step son material. From your face, I can tell you thought you and your mom were auditioning me. Wrong. It is I who will choose whether I want you as my family. But I’ll hear from you. Tell me what you see.”

Boldly, Hud took up the challenge, “Oh. Mmm... You’re physically big and strong looking. Amazing pecs. A club of a cock. Your eyes glint like they’re hungry for my ass. I like the idea. Big Tom got me ready for you to take charge of it. Do you like my resemblance to Mom?”

“You babble like this when asked direct questions?”

“Your voice is so resonant, it makes me squirm. I’m nervous.”

“One of my dadly spanks will settle things. Over my knees – son.”

“You called me son. Don’t be too hard on me, dad.”

“A loving spank’s always appropriate for discipline before the corrective, curative workout of a boy’s lowest innards by a serious dad’s dick. Like with your mom, this man’s dick will rule our family.”

“I’m bracing for it.”

“The flat of my hand strikes like this – let’s say some swats to each cheek. Leaves nice imprints. A dozen more. Done! You took those okay. Cupped, my palm pops the same spots raising the effect. A couple of dozen ought to do the trick. The impacts are music, and so’s your – what is that sound, whinnying?”

“Uh, when you rest your fingers in my crack, I think of the near future and I’m like…excited. My dick’s getting hard. Real hard.”

“I feel it between my legs. Here’re two fingers. Testing for tension. Three.
You’re there. The bed, on your back, legs aimed at the ceiling! Heading in. Deep breaths. Be the son you want your dad to want!”

“Daddy fuck me. Daddy fuck me. Daddy…”

“Take it, Hud. Be my boy. My son. Like that. And that! And this way! Oh god, here comes the flood. Can you hear it geysering faithfully? Splish, splash – bathing your bottom pipe. I’m inundating you!”

“Ease down, Dad, so you can cum again – like Noah’s flood. You know, for forty days and forty nights? Just think, me and Mom.”

*

“Hi, Hud.”

“Hi, Collins.”

“Haven’t seen you in more than a month. How come you’re all dressed up and carrying that bouquet?”

“Mom’s dressed, too. This is for her. She’s already in there.”

“The hospital?”

“Yeah, with the reverend and a lawyer.”

“What’s happening?”

“We laid up our wonder man, Bart Worthing, with our sexual demands, so Mom’s marrying him at bedside and he’s adopting me.

“You’re going to be Hudson Freed-Worthing? No more hand jobs with me?”

“There won’t be time. Go have a talk with your dad. Tell him what our family’s like and show him your butt. Maybe he’ll get the idea and fuck you, too. Tell him parental guidance is what you need.”

“Well, I guess… Are you sure?”

 “Uh-huh. We’re a real family – and I’m going to be a big brother. Mom’s expecting. If I had a womb, I would be, too – maybe triplets.”

***