A Southern Tale

A Southern Tale.

Author's Note: This is my first time posting a Mom/Son story. It's also the longest I've ever written.

Any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters are over the age of 18 and are all fictional.

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North Carolina.

1997.

Not much goes on in the white picketed fenced suburbs of Redhill in North Carolina.

Supposedly.

Kate Schneider glanced at the kitchen clock. It was just after 10:40 am. Her 20-year-old son John was on vacation, having finished his first year at the state university. She decided to go and wake him. He was on vacation but even so, he couldn't sleep the entire day.

She went up the stairs and walked over to his door, which was shut. She gently knocked on it and called "John, honey?" No reply. Again, she knocked on the door and waited for an answer, again nothing.

Kate pushed down the handle and slowly opened the door. The room was dimly lit by the sunlight coming in through the blinds. Her eyes focused more clearly; John laid on his bed. His face looked so peaceful, breathing deeply, eyes shut, he was clearly in a deep sleep. He laid flat on his back with his arm across his chest and his other one down by his side.

Then she saw him.

Her eyes widened and she covered her mouth to stifle a gasp. John was sleeping completely naked. Kate hadn't really noticed as her eyes were still adjusting. She was staring at the longest, thickest cock she had ever imagined. His large dick was draped over his thigh. She finally managed to tear her eyes away and look at her son's face. He had not stirred and was still sleeping soundly, despite her gasp even though she had covered her mouth. Kate feared her gasp could have awakened him up. She clutched her robe tightly and silently padded forward into the room.

"Oh my god" she muttered softly, completely transfixed on her son's gigantic length. Kate came from a conservative family. She had only dated two men, the first one under the strict supervision of her father and the second becoming her husband, but she was a woman in the end and couldn't help but wonder how a cock -- a penis that big must feel. Her eyes ran up and down his body. John played football and basketball on a regular basis. He also worked out almost daily at the university's facilities. His chest and stomach muscles had become well defined; he had a nice hard six pack and long strong legs.

John was tall and muscular. He had dark hair and blue eyes with a beautifully sculptured body, like a Greek statue. She could not help but notice what a fine man he had become.

Kate swallowed hard. She licked her lips as she stared at his cock. She could only imagine how big it must get when erect. She looked down and noticed his big balls too, hanging below his legs and resting gently on the bed. They looked like two chicken eggs; perfectly round and formed. She kept staring, almost hypnotized. Kate's breathing had grown heavier to the point where she had to press her hand to my mouth even tighter to avoid making a sound, her heart pounded against her chest and her ears felt hot. Her large breasts heaved under her robe.

Kate glanced back at him one more time just to make sure he was still asleep before tiptoeing out of his room, closing the door quietly. Making her way back to the kitchen, she couldn't help but compare him to her husband, Henry. He was a "little smaller," just under 5 inches, on a good day. Henry and Kate had been married a little over 22 years. He loved his wife, in his own way at least, and always made sure to provide for his family but when it came to sex, he was a little "vanilla" and rarely interested. It had been like a year and a half since her husband had touched her. But Kate had always held herself together. She was quite a reserved and submissive woman, too much of a good wife to stand up to her husband or to demand something like sex.

"He must've gotten it from my genes" she said. Kate thought back about her father, William. He was a very tall, big, intimidating man standing at 6'9. He was one of the reasons why so few men even attempted to approach her when she was younger.

A tingling coursed through her pussy, she could feel her clit hardening as well as a growing dampness in her white panties and her nipples were as hard as rubies. Her whole body shuddered with intense excitement and at the same time intense nervousness. She squeezed her legs together trying to suppress the pleasant ache in her pussy.

Kate fought with every fiber of her being to not satisfy her growing urge. Not only was it a sin but she was a married woman and a proper housewife, not some little high school girl. She had been raised in a Christian household. Her mother, Mary, wasn't a religious freak or anything like that, luckily for her, but by the time Kate turned 16, her mother had made it fearfully clear that sex of any kind was only to occur once she was married, and always told her that a woman should never act upon these urges. Only harlots behaved that way.

She could feel her pussy tightening, a deep, forgotten sensation in her lonely cunt. "Oh, my goodness! I shouldn't have gone up there!" she blurted out clutching her robe. Kate kept rubbing her thighs together. She took a few deep breaths trying to calm herself.

"He's so young, how can he be so...big." She thought. "Oh my god!" she exclaimed, shaking her head trying to get the picture out of her mind.

After a few minutes of gathering herself, she thought that maybe a nice cold shower sounded like a great idea. So, on shaky legs she went up the stairs to her room.

Kate tried to keep herself busy as the day went on. Once John woke up it was already lunch time. They made some small talk throughout their meal. As they conversed Kate found out he didn't have a girlfriend. This surprised her since she thought a good-looking boy like him would have a steady girlfriend by now. John had gone out on a few dates, but there was never any good "chemistry" with any of the girls he went out with. She suspected there was more to it but didn't press the matter.

After he finished eating, he gave Kate a quick peck on the cheek and told her he'd be in his room playing videogames. Kate tidied up the kitchen and later spoke to her younger sister on the phone.

The days went on, but Kate found it increasingly difficult not to fantasize about her son again and especially to not stare at his crotch. These new taboo feelings conflicted her. Her entire life, she had always tried to do what was right and to stay true to what her mother had taught both her and her sister. But now, no matter how hard she tried, she simply could not get her son's huge penis out of her mind.

In the mornings she fought the urge to go up the stairs again, although she had given in on three occasions. Kate tiptoed quietly all the way to his room to try and to catch sight of her son's beautiful cock again by opening his door early in the mornings, but he either had the covers over him or was already up and in the shower.

One day she chanced upon him as he exited the bathroom with just a towel on. She caught a glimpse of the outline of his cock as he stepped forward and caused it to press against the front of the towel slightly. Her mouth went dry at the sight. She didn't know how much longer she could keep herself from going crazy with lust for her son's cock.

Since John was staying home during the summer, he started doing certain odd jobs around the house, like mowing the lawn, cleaning the pool, painting the fence, cleaning the windows.

The North Carolina summer began to heat up and John was wearing fewer clothes around the house. He would sit in the garden wearing only shorts that clung to his muscled figure. Kate would gaze longingly from the kitchen window, gazing out at him. She could feel her laced white panties dampen just watching him in this half naked state. Her eyes travelled the length of his body and fixed on the front of his shorts, where she knew underneath that monster lay. His ass looked tight and firm, his six pack abs gleamed in the sunshine.

He was perfect.

A few days later, on a Friday afternoon Kate walked into the kitchen.

John was already there. He stood against the sink, his back to her. His broad shoulders and strong back gave way to the magnificent sight of his perfectly sculptured butt in those tight shorts. Her mind whirled again.

"Mom, I'm meeting up with Elliot and Max later tonight. We're gonna go by the lake."

"Mom, did you hear me?"

"Oh!... uh. Yes, yes of course baby. Just be careful."

He placed his cup inside the sink and turned back to his mom, "Mom are you alright?"

"Of course, sweetie. Why do you ask?"

"It's just, these past few days you've seemed a little...weird like distracted or like daydreaming."

"Oh honey, I'm ok really."

"Mom." John said, staring at her for a moment. He knew something was bothering her.

"Honey, I'm ok really...it's just silly things...I-I guess with you father working all the time. I just feel a little lonely sometimes."

"Oh my god, why did I just say that?" Kate rebuked herself.

"Mom, you can always tell me anything." he said getting closer to her. "I know dad is not always around because of his job but I'm here. You can talk to me."

Kate stood by the kitchen entrance. She couldn't move. He slowly walked over to her, like a lion approaching his prey. He towered over her. Kate swallowed hard before speaking again. "I-I know baby. You don't have to worry about things like that. Like I said, its nothing."

John hugged Kate. He wrapped his strong arms around her. Kate stiffened at the sudden hug.

"I don't want you to feel lonely mom. I'll take care of you when dad isn't around." he whispered in her ear, making Kate shiver, and she couldn't help but wonder what he meant by that. John hugged Kate tightly against his body, her large breasts mashed against his chest. Goose pimples sprouted on her arms when she felt a large bulge pressed against her mound. His large hands roamed her back and waist, making Kate give in and melt into his embrace.

Her dainty hands roamed his broad shoulders and down his biceps. He had been working outside under the sun, and she couldn't help but inhale his manly scent mixed with just a faint trace of cologne. Her knees felt weak. His hard, well-defined body felt amazing against her soft one. It was like hugging Adonis himself.

She felt lightheaded, as though she was floating along on a cloud.

"I love you mom." said John looking back at her.

"I love you too, honey." replied Kate with a slight tremble in her voice.

"Gotta run...see you later mom." he said quickly walking out of the kitchen up the stairs.

Unbeknownst to Kate, John was smirking the entire walk up the stairs. He knew there was something up with his mom. It didn't take a genius to figure out what she meant by "lonely." If anything, he couldn't even believe she had actually said that.

At first, he just blew it off, he thought it was just his youthful lust deceiving him, but he kept noticing the stares, how deep in thought she looked and especially the glances towards his crotch. Some of them were so obvious it was impossible to not notice them.

"If mom were my wife, I would lick her and her fuck her every day of the week." he thought with a wicked smile as he went up the stairs.

The reason John told his mom he didn't have a girlfriend was not because he couldn't get one. It was because he was screwing a different girl every week as well as a few "lonely" mothers too. John knew the opposite sex found him attractive, but he never flaunted his good looks--he just carried himself with a quiet confidence that girls found charismatic as well as sexy. But just like any other young man, John wasn't only drawn to girls his age, he also pursued older women and plenty of them were enamored with John, as well. Since turning 18, he'd bedded his fair share of MILFs. Including a number of mothers of both male and female friends from high school and college.

Many of them were even friends of his mother, and these women talked to each other, and word got around of John's "chore's" business. He had no end of requests from women who lived in the neighborhood for him to come over and help them with their chores or "chores" their husbands simply never did. Some people enjoyed sky diving or bungee jumping to get that adrenaline rush they craved so much but to John, nothing could compare to the rush and thrill of screwing a married woman in her own bed, the same bed she and her husband were going to sleep later that night.

Plenty of college girls would ask John out, but it got to the point where he was barely interested in girls his age. Many of them were beautiful, he couldn't deny that, but some of them expected some sort of fairy tale like bullshit relationship. If anything, it was a waste of his time when all these other older women around the neighborhood basically threw themselves at him. It wasn't just those desperate housewives either, but some of his college professors as well. A few months ago, on a Wednesday afternoon he got called into the office of his philosophy professor, Ms. Royle. He thought it was to discuss one of his previous works, or other "class related activities", but the discussion ended with John fucking the 51-year-old married woman right on top of her desk.

His mother Kate had always been part of his fantasies. John wasn't blind. It was impossible not to acknowledge his mother's beauty. She stood at 5'7 with long blonde hair and bright green eyes. (A beautiful consequence of her German ancestry). She had a flawless hourglass figure, with curves in just the right places. Long sexy legs, her full motherly hips and round ass were teasingly accentuated by her trim waist but to John her most her most outstanding attribute was her absolutely stunning breasts--a full generous pair of round, heavy, mouth-watering tits. If he had to guess her large melons were either a size D going to an E.

All he knew was that when she wore a blouse, dress, or any other piece of modest clothing, her rack and cleavage looked absolutely breathtaking. John had seen many men stop dead in their tracks when his mother had walked by, their eyes drawn like magnets to her spectacular tits. Those tremendous breasts were traffic stoppers, for sure. She had a big bright easy smile, the kind that made you smile back and as several of his friends had been kind enough to point out, she had perfect, full blow job lips. Kate was the type of woman who apparently didn't know how beautiful she really was. She had such a killer figure that every time John caught her bending over, his eyes would focus on her firm ass of hers.

Kate was a true southern belle with a body that looked like it was made for fucking. Sometimes he couldn't help but wonder how his dad managed to marry a woman like mom. John loved his dad but found him boring at times and seeming emotionally and physically disconnected from Kate. He always seemed to care about the wrong things or sometimes he just didn't care at all.

Last year for Kate's birthday John had gotten her a huge bouquet of sunflowers, her favorite flower and a box of expensive chocolates. The very generous payments from all the neighborhood women sure came in handy. Kate was so happy when she saw her gift. "Oh John, they're beautiful!" she gushed. Hugging and kissing him.

John knew she loved flowers, but God forbid, his father would get her any. In previous months, Kate had mentioned really wanting to go to a new Italian restaurant called Bella Italia.

A few minutes later, Henry walked in holding an envelope.

"Happy birthday dear," he said giving her the envelope. John saw a change in his mother's facial expression. The genuine appreciativeness she had shown him changed to feigned appreciation.

"Thank you." she said with a small smile.

His mother opened the envelope and took two tickets for the baseball world series final. John was floored. His mother inspected tickets with a slight frown on her face.

John's eyes widened. "What the fuck?!" he mouthed.

"Can you believe I got tickets?! Steve gave them to me since he wasn't going to make it. Happy birthday sweetheart!" he said giving his wife a kiss.

"Yeah...thanks" she said, crestfallen.

John just stood there completely stunned. He couldn't believe what he just witnessed. His gift were baseball tickets?! TICKETS?! His dad didn't get those tickets for his mom. She didn't even like baseball, she didn't follow any sport for that matter. He hadn't even bought the tickets himself. They had been a gift from one of his idiot friends at work. John wondered if his dad hadn't received those tickets, what would he have gifted her? A hug perhaps? Or maybe a gift card for the grocery store. This was for him; the tickets were for him, and he disguised them as some sort of gift for his wife.

For dinner they ended up going to a burger joint. The same one they've had gone to since John was six years old.

Stuff like that really pissed off John. It was that morning, on her birthday, that John finally came to the conclusion that his father was an idiot and also a douchebag when it came to his wife. John loved his father. He always provided for them. He was a senior executive for an international logistics company. They lived in a large two-story house in one of the most luxurious suburbs of North Carolina. They had everything they wanted, but John hated what his dad was doing. He was ruining the marriage, and the worse part was that he wasn't aware of it. He only cared about the things that he cared about, and it seemed that Kate and whatever she wanted came in fourth or possible even fifth place.

It was stuff like this that could probably drive his mother to cheat. John wondered if his mother would actually have it in her to do it. Kate was a demure, reserved woman of submissive nature. Henry could probably tell her to go and stand under the sun for one hour and she'd do it, but a woman could only take so much neglect. Women like Kate were like flies to honey when it came to pleasure--sometimes you just had to get them past some of their preconceived trepidation.

His father did not deserve the type of wife Kate was. She was faithful, kind, witty, softspoken, submissive, caring and an absolute knockout. The way he denied his wife any attention really bothered John. He just couldn't wrap his head around the fact that his dad had such a beautiful wife, but he didn't seem interested in her. His father did have some funny jokes, maybe that was what mom liked about him. The jokes.

He had thought about her on many occasions. Doing to her what his dad probably wouldn't or couldn't. John accepted the fact that he was sexually attracted to his mother and that he wanted to fuck her. The taboo and illicit idea of incest turned him on incredibly. He also wanted to provide the emotional and non-sexual physical attention she so craved and deserved. John believed there was a slight possibility his mother would cheat, so it might as well be with him than some other idiot. Kate was the ripest fruit in a forbidden garden, and it was impossible not to be completely devastated by her draw.

Some might call Kate a "trophy wife" but that wasn't really the case. She met Henry when he was a senior in college, working part-time in an accounting firm as a courier. The upward arc of her lifestyle reflected her husband's rise in the corporate ladder.

Kate quickly became friends with the other housewives when they moved to Redhill. Her new friends soon noticed that even though she was a lovely person, Kate gave off a prudish sort of vibe. She didn't like off-color jokes, make references to sex in conversation, and her clothes were simple and conservative. These friends, Jill, Laura and Liz, decided to "liberalize" certain aspects of her life. They saw no reason for her to like a preacher's wife, given her husband clearly could afford better.