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"You say you are desperate. Desperate times and all of that." We sat in silence for a long time. I pictured myself, I don't know, going to some seedy place in town...or going on a website...It was just too...And then Anthony Jr...How would I even...No. No this was not even..."I can't do that," I said, "It is just...it is wrong," I said. But I wasn't even really sure I thought it was wrong. I just knew I couldn't do that."Well, barring that, you are right. There is only one solution," Joanne said. I furrowed my brow."What do you mean?" I asked. I hadn't suggested anything."You don't work, you don't eat," Joanne shrugged, "Push the baby bird out of the nest. Give him no choice but to fly." There was a hard feeling in the pit of my stomach. The thing I had always avoided thinking about."Hey Ms. Glenn," a small voice said from the front lawn. Joanne and I both turned and looked. A neighborhood boy was standing there. I knew him."Hello, Dylan," I said."Can Anthony Jr. come out and p

The room was small and Anthony Jr. hadn't done anything to make it feel large. He had a twin bed, a massive book shelf stuff with DVDs and comics and a variety of other things, and a large desk for his computers. There was only a couple of square feet of space in the middle of the room to walk around. And that (like everything else in the room) was covered in dirty clothes, Mountain Dew cans, and empty Doritos bags. I had given up on asking him to clean it up.As I walked in, Anthony Jr.'s back was to me. He was on his computer, wearing a headset. I knew he was playing a video game. Anthony Jr. took after me, more than his father, I realized at that time. He had the same dark hair (though a bit shorter), the same round face and nose. His acne had cleared up, but unfortunately that had just given him a bit more of a baby face. His eyes were like mine too, large and dark. Though, they were hard to see with greasy hair draped over them. He had a small, wiry body. His elbows and his knees

Without another word, my right hand reached forward. I didn't grasp at him so quickly that he'd jump out of reflex. But I didn't give him any time to think either. One second, we were just looking at each other, talking softly. The next, I had slipped my hand through the wide leg hole of his basketball shorts, felt the soft skin of his inner thigh against the back of my hand. And then I felt my fingers rub against the base of Anthony Jr.'s penis, my thumb sinking into his scrotum, feeling his balls. My palm wrapped around my son's cock. It was half-hard, I think. But felt warm and heavy against my hand. My fingers undulated gently, testing the denseness of his flesh."Mom?" Anthony Jr. said sharply, "What're you doing?""Being the man of the house has a lot of responsibilities," I said, my eyes flickering up and looking at his, "And you have thought a lot about those. But it comes with privileges too. I am going to show you what the man of the house gets. This time for free. Next time

"Show me mom," Anthony Jr. said. I smiled, and slipped my hands down off of his arm. I moved one hand down between my legs, just once. Letting my fingers and the back of my hand slip down between my lips, tickling my clit. I groaned slightly and felt a chill run down my spine. I couldn't remember the last time I was this horny. I slipped my hand back up, and then used my middle and index finger to split my pussy lips apart. I looked down at my swollen, dripping pink skin. I moved my other hand down, dipping into my sopping went cunt, and then bringing my fingers out, wet and ready."We aren't going to learn everything there is to learn today. But we are going to learn one thing and we are going to remember it forever," I said, looking at my son in the eyes. He nodded, "A man knows where a woman's clitoris is. And when all else fails, he goes to it." I said. I took my wet finger and circled it slowly around my clitoris, warming it up."Oh shit!" I moaned, biting my lip against the plea

"Oh fuck, Tony, I am cumming!" I moaned."Mom!" Tony groaned, and I felt his body going rigid against mine. I felt his urethra swell against the bottom of my pussy. Pulsating. And I felt my son's hot cum pouring inside of me. And that was it. It was like it was spraying me with pleasure. It radiated out from my pussy, rolling down my legs, across my stomach, into my throat, and then it swarmed over my brain and just...melted it. An orgasm that was just...something different than I'd ever felt before. Better than anything Big Anthony or any other man gave. Better than I gave myself. It was just pure pleasure over every inch of my body.As the orgasm subsided, I collapsed back onto the bed. My son leaned on top of me, his weight feeling substantial. He was panting, our bodies were sweaty. He looked into one another's eyes. I giggled slightly. What was there to say? To do? I couldn't explain what had just happened. My son rolled off of my slowly, his cock wet and soft against my leg. He