Mother Blows Best

On the way home in the cab, he'd been looking at the photos on his cell phone to see which one he'd post to his fraternity's cougar hunt. He cycled past the one of his cock in Marie's ass and was stunned when he saw the next. The bedroom was so dark that he was surprised – even with a flash – the photo had turned out.

The image was a little blurry, and her eyes were closed, but there was no doubt that it was his mom's mouth wrapped around his pole. She was the cock-sucking cougar who'd given him the best blowjob of his life. He knew he should feel guilty but, as he watched her take a mouthful of coffee, all he could think about was getting her on her knees and giving her a mouthful of cock.

Wendy noticed her son was looking at her funny, and she wondered if he suspected why she hadn't got home until three in the morning. He was only wearing pajama bottoms and, as Wendy eyed her son's athletic body, she couldn't stop thinking of Hunter, and how well he'd fucked her mouth the night before.

Her pussy was getting wet as she remembered it, and she couldn't help noticing the bulge in Adam's pajama bottoms as he crossed the kitchen. Did he have a hardon? She knew he often got morning wood, and she'd listened at his door more than once as he took care of it. But she'd never seen him come down to breakfast with it looking so...obvious.

Wendy had no idea what he was doing as he walked right up to her, standing so close that she could feel his erection brushing against her thigh.

"I just need to grab a coffee cup, Mom," he said, as he leaned close to her and reached over her shoulder.

Wendy put her hand on his bare chest and as her eyes glided down past his taut stomach, she could see the outline of her son's stiff cock through his pajama bottoms. His prick looked even bigger than Hunter's. Now her panties were really soaked.

"Mind if I grab some coffee, Mom?" he asked, as he stepped back with his mug and waited.

"Sure, honey." Wendy felt dizzy as she stepped out of the way, trying not to stare at the huge erection tenting the front of his pajama bottoms.

Adam turned and went back to his room, trying to hide his swollen cock. When the tip had brushed against his mom's thigh he felt a lightning bolt of pleasure shoot through it. But he knew he was crazy to hope for a repeat of last night's suckfest. He knew his mom would be mortified if she ever discovered she'd sucked her son off.

When he got to his room he put his coffee down on the nightstand, fell onto his bed, pushed his pajamas down and wrapped his hand around his swollen shaft. He closed his eyes and jerked off, remembering how wet and willing his mom's mouth had been, and wondering if he'd ever get the chance to fill it with cum again.

Downstairs, Wendy squeezed her thighs together, amazed at how wet she'd got from seeing the size of her son's erect cock. She blamed Hunter, as he hadn't let her spend the night, and she obviously needed to get fucked badly. She also badly needed some headache relief.

She fumbled through her purse looking for Advil, and popped two as soon as she found them. Looking inside her purse, she dug through it again and swore. Her pass for work was missing! It must have fallen out at Hunter's when her purse had been knocked over, and he'd rushed her out so fast she must have missed it. She couldn't afford to pay a hundred bucks for a new pass, and knew she had to go to his apartment to get it back.

Wendy had planned on calling Hunter anyways, to let him know she'd had a great time and see if he wanted to spend the day together. So she pulled out her cell phone and speed-dialed the number he'd given her.

She was surprised when the person who answered told her she had a wrong number. Wendy looked at her phone. Had she been so drunk that she'd entered Hunter's info incorrectly? She knew she'd definitely been too drunk to remember where he lived, but knew it was over near the college. She called the cab company and got the address of where they'd picked her up the night before, and headed over in her car.

When Hunter answered the door, he looked shocked to see her.

"Oh...hey," he said, crossing his arms and looking down the hallway. "I didn't expect to see you again so soon. What's up, Marie?"

"Wendy...my name's Wendy."

"Oh, shit. Yeah, sorry, still a little hungover."

"Me, too." She smiled and brushed a lock of hair behind her ear.

He played with the deadbolt on the door, opening and closing it. "So...umm...what do you want?"

"I think my pass fell out of my purse last night...in your bedroom."

"Oh...let me go check. I'll be right back."

"Umm...can I come inside?"

"Oh, sorry...yeah, come on in, I guess."

He looked back over his shoulder and half smiled at her as she followed him to his bedroom.

"I was also wondering if you had breakfast yet," Wendy said. "I thought maybe we could – "

"Who's at the door, Tyler?" a voice called from the other bedroom.

"No one," he answered.

"I thought your name was Hunter?" Wendy said.

"Oh...umm...yeah. Tyler's my middle name, I go by both," he lied.

Wendy went to the far side of the bed and saw her pass behind the nightstand.

"There it is," she said, smiling as she showed it to Tyler. She was worried that he might think she'd left it there on purpose, as an excuse to see him again.

"There it is," he said, arms crossed in front of his chest.

"So...did you want to go get some breakfast? Or I can make it if you have stuff here. Maybe breakfast in bed..."

"Look...umm..."

"Wendy."

"Yeah, Wendy, I don't mean to be a dick but I have to go out and...do stuff."

"Oh...maybe we can have dinner tonight...or watch a movie or something?"

"Wendy, like I said, I don't mean to be a dick, but last night...I was really drunk, and just looking to hook up."

Wendy nodded, trying not to cry. "Oh, sure, me too...maybe we can hook up again some time?"

"I don't think so...I don't think it would work out."

"But, I...I thought things went really well last night?"

"No offense, but you're a lot older than the girls I normally date."

"You think I'm too old for you?" she whispered angrily. "You didn't think I was too old last night when you fucked me and then made me suck your cock!"

"You didn't suck my...oh shit, did you think that was me the second time?"

Wendy's jaw dropped. That was why his cock seemed different; it must have been his roommate who'd tricked her into sucking him off in the dark. She stomped past Tyler and burst into the other bedroom, where a guy was emptying his backpack.

"Uh, can I help you?" he said.

Wendy was furious. She was just about to let him have it when Tyler grabbed her arm.

"It wasn't him," he said. "That's my roommate, Mike, he just got back this morning. One of my frat buddies was using his room last night. If you want, I can have him call you...to apologize."

"You know what...fuck him...and fuck you!" she said, and stormed out of the apartment.

As she sat in her car, Wendy beat her fists against the steering wheel. She couldn't believe how pathetic she was, how stupid she was to think that a guy half her age would have any interest in her. He was right, she was too old, and he'd brought her home as a joke. Fucked her and then let his buddy take a turn on her too. Her husband would be laughing if he could see her now, see what she'd become after he'd dumped her.

Wendy turned her cell phone on and deleted Hunter's – or Tyler's – number; she should have known that couldn't have been his real name. Should have known what was going on when he gave her a fake phone number. Should have known what was going on when she'd had two loads dumped in her before being kicked to the curb at three in the morning.

When her girlfriends had invited her to the bar, they'd warned her what it was like...told her that it was a cougar den and that the college boys came there as cougar bait, hoping to get mauled.

"You can go hunting for old and rich or young and handsome," one friend said. "And if it's just a one-night thing, I'll take young and handsome every time."

But Wendy wasn't looking for a one-night thing; she wanted someone she could wake up and have coffee with...someone who'd snuggle with her on the couch while they watched a movie...someone who loved her.

She'd tried to date guys her own age and they had more baggage than her. Was it her fault she was only interested in guys the same age as her son? She figured it was just because she knew how much she was going to miss Adam when he finished college and moved out. Was that why she had agreed to go home with Tyler, because he reminded her of Adam?

She drove to the park and looked at the clouds, a storm was coming. As she walked, it was cold and windy but Wendy didn't notice...didn't care. She kept her hands in her pockets and wandered through the park alone, thinking she'd better get used to it.

When she finally went home, it was already late afternoon and the sky was growing dark. She went to her bedroom and took off her skirt and top and stood staring at herself in the mirror. Yesterday she'd thought she looked good for her age, now she knew she'd fooled herself.

Wendy was wearing a red lacy pair of panties and matching bra. She'd bought them last year for Valentine's Day, hoping they'd put a spark back in her marriage. But her husband hadn't come home; he'd lied and said he had to work late. So she'd kept them unworn in her drawer for the last nine months, and like an idiot thought she'd wear them today as a sexy surprise for Tyler.

She tore them off in disgust and threw them down on the floor, and stared at her faded self in the mirror.

Down the hallway, Adam closed his laptop and listened. He'd heard his mom come home and wondered if she'd started dinner yet. He was walking downstairs when he heard a noise from her bedroom.

Adam went down the hallway and saw her door was partly open. He peeked in and saw her naked, staring at herself in the mirror. As he watched, she swept her long, wavy black hair back over her shoulders and cupped her breasts. She pushed them together, checking them out in the mirror.

Adam squeezed his stiffening cock through his shorts. His mom's tits weren't big or saggy like Marie's, but he thought they'd fit perfectly in his hands. And as he checked out her nice, round ass, he imagined his mom's tits fitting perfectly in his hands while he fucked her from behind. He tried to catch a glimpse of her pussy, while rubbing his cock and wondering how he could possibly get her to suck it again, when he noticed her reflection in the mirror. She was crying.

The doorbell rang and Adam started, ducking back just before his mom turned and saw him in her doorway.

"I'll get it, Mom," he yelled, and ran downstairs.

Wendy covered her breasts; she hadn't even realized Adam was home. After wiping her tears, she put on her yoga pants and a comfy sweatshirt and left her room.

She wasn't halfway down the stairs when she heard yelling from the front door.

"Who is it, Adam?"

"No one," he said, and went outside to talk on the porch.

Wendy went to the living room and pulled the lace curtains back. There was a middle-aged woman on the porch arguing with Adam while he tried to calm her down. She was very upset, and Wendy was sure she'd seen her somewhere before. She leaned closer to the window, trying to hear them.

The woman was telling Adam, "...and you have no idea how much it hurt me when my daughter found that photo online. You and your friends should be disgusted with yourselves, doing something like that. I thought you actually liked me...but the way you treated me...you and your friend. When I saw that photo, the one you promised to delete, and read everyone's comments...you humiliated me!"

Wendy was shocked when the woman slapped Adam hard across the face. She couldn't hear her son, but he was obviously apologizing.

Tears streaked the woman's face, and as she glanced at the window Wendy ducked back. She stayed out of sight as the woman went back down the walkway, slammed her car door and roared off down the road.

"What the hell was that?" she asked, as Adam came back inside.

"Oh, just some trouble with the fraternity," he said. "We did a...kind of prank...and it backfired – big time."

"Are you in some kind of trouble?"

He hesitated, looking her up and down. "I hope not."

After dinner, Wendy cleaned up and put away the dishes while Adam went to his room to download music.

She made herself a huge bowl of popcorn, poured some pinot and put on a movie. For the last few months she'd avoided eating any kind of junk food, thinking she could get her body back in the shape it had been twenty years ago. But she could see now it didn't matter. Kids like Tyler didn't care how good her body looked; all they cared about was the year on her birth certificate. And after the losers she'd met when she'd used online dating to meet guys her own age, she gave up. Maybe she'd take up knitting.

Wendy's eyes popped open and she blinked as she looked at the clock. It was after one in the morning. She stood up and realized she'd spilled her wine on her sweatshirt when she'd fallen asleep while watching the movie. She took her sweatshirt off; she'd have to wash it in the morning.

Wendy headed upstairs, half asleep and only wearing yoga pants and a bra. She looked in Adam's bedroom and saw he'd also fallen asleep while watching movies on his laptop. He wasn't wearing a shirt so she pulled his blanket up to keep him warm.

Picking up his laptop, Wendy tried to figure out how to turn it off. As her eyes wandered across the screen, she noticed an open window on the taskbar. She moved the arrow over and clicked the button to maximize the window.

She was shocked to see it open to a page titled: "Operation Motherfucker 2013."

Wendy checked to make sure her son was still sleeping and then scrolled down the page, which detailed the rules for the contest, with a prize for the member of Adam's fraternity who bagged "the scariest, nastiest cougar" they could.

Wendy scrolled to the winning entry and her jaw dropped when she saw a picture of her son, smiling with his cock plugged into the ass of a woman on all fours. Wendy realized it was the woman who'd been on her porch today!

And then Wendy remembered – Tyler had asked her to pose for a picture. Numbly, she scrolled down the page and nearly fainted when she found the photo. She looked back at her son. Had he seen it? Seen her naked and covered in cum, foolishly hugging a laughing kid smiling at the camera, his cougar bagged. Not realizing that he was laughing at her.

Wendy was humiliated; she wanted to smash the laptop. She desperately scrolled around the page trying to figure out a way to delete the photo.

Tears in her eyes, she read the comments. She was surprised to see that they were all negative – negative toward Tyler.

His frat buddies were all hacking on him, telling him the hot cougar contest wasn't until next month. Letting him know they were jealous, and wanting to know if he could hook them up with Wendy. Wishing their girlfriends had a knockout body like hers.

Wendy wiped a tear away as she read the comments, all saying how amazing she looked and that they couldn't believe she was a cougar, more like a puma. The last comment was from Adam, begging them to delete the photo.

Wendy scrolled back up the page and realized that Adam had asked for all of the photos to be deleted, for the entire contest to be scrapped. Below the photo of the 'winner', Marie, he'd also left a heartfelt apology. He apologized to her and all of the other women they'd taken advantage of, and promised that it wouldn't happen again.

Wendy was proud of her son, but she couldn't stop looking at the photo, couldn't stop looking at his thick cock. He had it half buried in Marie's ass, and Wendy wondered if he'd taken any pictures where she could see the entire length. A quick search of his computer didn't uncover any, and then she realized he'd taken the picture with his phone. Maybe he'd taken some other shots...of Marie giving him a handjob, or with her mouth wrapped around his big cock.

She crept beside his bed and picked up his cell phone from his nightstand. She scrolled through the pictures and found shots of him fucking other cougars, stretching their pussies with his magnificent cock. And then she found the prizewinning photo of Marie. And when she clicked to the next photo, her jaw dropped.

There was a perfect close-up of her face, with Tyler's friend's cock in her mouth. But how had her son ended up with the picture? Wendy went back to the laptop and maximized the winning photo. Looking past Marie, she realized the room Adam was fucking her in was Tyler's roommate's bedroom. And then Wendy remembered where she'd seen Marie before, standing on the curb outside Tyler's apartment this morning. Wendy lifted the phone and stared at the tiny photo – that was her son's cock in her mouth!

She felt dizzy again. When he took the photo, had Adam known who was blowing him? Had he known who was in the bed when he snuck into the bedroom to get his cock sucked? She stared at the photo, stared at the big, beefy cock stretching her mouth, and remembered how good it had felt. And then she looked at her son, sleeping in his bed.

Wendy felt her pussy getting wet again, like it had this morning when his cock had brushed against her. And she realized it wasn't Tyler's big dick she'd been dreaming about sucking all day, it was Adam's. She knew there was no point in feeling guilty, what's done was done; she'd already sucked her son's cock, already tasted his cum...

She lifted the blanket up and saw that he was sleeping in the nude. His half-hard cock was sprawled across his thigh like a thick hose. As she stared, it twitched as if it was reading her mind. Wendy knew there was only one way to know for sure if this was the cock she'd been dreaming of, like Cinderella she'd have to see if it fit.

Wendy kneeled on the bed and pulled the blanket back so his cock was completely exposed, hoping the cool night air wouldn't wake him up. Reaching behind her back, she unhooked her bra and tossed it on the floor beside her son's bed. Her nipples were completely erect. She brushed her fingers down his thick length and trailed them across his big balls. She recognized them as soon as she felt them, remembered how full they'd got when she'd sucked him. She stroked her palm along his beautiful shaft, and as she teased it, his cock grew thicker and longer.

Adam sighed and shifted in his sleep. When she was sure he hadn't awakened, she leaned forward and lightly licked his cock from balls to tip. It sprang to attention; even if her son wasn't awake, his cock was.

Wendy leaned across his thigh, trying not to wake him up, and slid her mouth over his knob. She just held it there...gently sucking on the tip while his cock grew full and rock hard. He groaned in his sleep and she started to softly bob up and down on his cock. She could see his toes twitching as she sucked him, and finally she couldn't hold back anymore. She squeezed his shaft with one hand and fondled his balls with the other, massaging them while she sucked on his big, beautiful cock. She couldn't wait to taste his creamy cum again.

Wendy heard her son moaning, and felt his fingers lace through her hair as, half awake, he pushed her mouth up and down his length.

Adam fully woke with a start, knowing he was about to come, and was shocked when he saw who was blowing him. "Mom, what are you doing?" Her mouth made a wet popping sound as he pulled his cock out, and he squeezed his balls and the head of his cock, trying not to come.

"I thought this was what you wanted, baby?" she said, smiling as she realized how purple and swollen her son's cock was.