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Movie Night (Mom's POV)

byIrishPapa©

Dear Diary...

I'm vaguely certain it's Sunday, but I could be wrong. I know I haven't written in you for quite a while but it seemed time to break you back out.

So, what's been going on, you ask? Since I last wrote in you, I've gotten a new divorce, gotten a new apartment with Jeremy, and gotten a new boyfriend. It's been twelve months of new stuff, and it doesn't look like it's going to be quitting any time soon.

The reason I picked you up and started writing? Funny you should mention that...

I've never liked working on Saturdays, and yesterday was no exception. I didn't have to be in until ten and Jeremy just got his new car - a white mustang - and he said he'd drive me into work, so I slept in until after nine. Would you believe it, but the little shit wouldn't wake up! Well, he's twenty, so I can't really call him a "little shit" but dammit, when he stays up playing video games until five or six in the morning, he damn sure acts like a little kid than a grown-ass-man!

I couldn't find his keys so I went ahead and took the bus to work, luckily only twenty minutes late. Even more luckily, I only had one afternoon meeting scheduled and he called to reschedule right after I got in. I still had a couple of morning meetings and plenty of paperwork to finish up, but I was still able to leave a little after two.

I figured, what the hell, I'll stop on the way home for a beer, and one beer turned into three, but I was still walking up to the apartment just before four and nobody expected me until five, so I was still ahead of the game.

I unlocked the door but decided not to yell for Jeremy as I walked in. If he was still asleep, waking him up like that would just put him in a foul mood and with Terri and Mike (that would be the new boyfriend I mentioned earlier) both coming for dinner later, it just wasn't worth the aggravation.

Instead, I came in quietly and headed straight to my bedroom. Imagine my surprise when I got into my doorway and saw that my room wasn't empty!

Jeremy - my sweet, sweet son, Jeremy - was laying on my bed, almost naked. Now bear in mind that my boy's been working out a lot since I last had a diary entry, going to the gym every day, rock climbing, paint ball, and there he was, lean and cut and all muscles, and almost naked. All he was wearing was a pair of underwear.

My.

Underwear.

He actually had two pairs - he was wearing my red silk panties with the ruffled edges and had my blue lace ones clenched under his nose.

I stood there for a minute, shocked. He was sniffing my panties while he masturbated, rubbing himself through my panties. I don't know how long he'd been at it, but I could see a wet spot spreading across the silk fabric, not enough that he'd cum, but enough that he was close, and had been close for a while.

Now, I could blame the drinks, and if anybody asked, that's exactly what I would do, but at the time, well, I wasn't looking for blame. I was too busy watching my son playing with himself in my underwear.

Then I heard him.

"That's right, Mom," he was muttering. "Suck it, suck it, yeah, lick my dick, Mom, lick it..."

I gasped. I couldn't help it, and he heard me. His head whipped around and his eyes bugged out. I can imagine what he saw when he looked over. His mom, standing there in her work clothes, having caught him not only jerking off but jerking off in her panties, and I could tell by the way his face turned maroon in just a few seconds that he was wishing that the bed would just swallow him up.

What he couldn't see? How hard my nipples were. How wet my pussy had gotten watching him.

So I decided to show him.

I started unbuttoning my blouse as I walked towards him. He just stared at me as I pulled the blouse off and let it fall. His clothes were scattered on the floor and I just stepped right over them.

Jeremy's not the only one who's been working out. He may be almost 21, but I wasn't going to be 40 for another two months, and I've worked really hard to keep my body in good shape, and I've always loved the way my titties look; they got bigger after Jeremy was born, and bigger again when Terri was born, and, sure, gravity sucks, but they're still a lot firmer than most of the women I see in the locker room.

If the way Jeremy's embarrassed half-stiffy went back to full mast as soon as I unhooked my bra and let it fall was any indication, he appreciated them, too.

I leaned across the bed and looked down. He was so hard, and the panties so tight, I could see the veins in his manhood, the fabric taut against the head of his cock. I planted myself between his knees and, before I could think about what I was doing, planted my lips on that hardness, making my way up to the cum-soaked into my panties so I could suck them clean.

His entire body went stiff and I tugged down my panties, revealing the head of my son's dick. Licking my lips, I bent down, preparing to catch his spunk, my son's spunk, in my mouth, when I heard the front door unlocking!

Jeremy and I looked at each other and then burst into nervous laughter.

I heard Mike at the door, calling my name. I picked up Jeremy's shorts and tossed them at him, pointing at the doorwa y leading to my bathroom.

"I'll be out in a sec, Mike," I yelled, rushing to my dresser and pulling out a tshirt.

As I pulled it over my head, I paused at the bathroom door. Cracking it open, I whispered, "Don't take anything off, just put your own clothes on."

I stepped out into the living room and there was Mike, my boyfriend. My nice, sweet boyfriend, mid-forties, nice short hair, bit of oil ground into his knuckles. A nice guy, hard-working, and as vanilla as fresh-fallen snow.

I threw my arms around him and gave him a big hug. "Hi, honey. I thought you weren't going to be here until closer to five?"

"Super slow at the shop," he said, giving me a peck on the cheek, "so I got to leave early."

"Hey, me too!" I headed towards the kitchen, patting Mike on the butt as I walked past him. "Must be that kind of day."

I was in the kitchen, pulling out the fixings for spaghetti, when Jeremy finally came out into the living room. He wouldn't make eye contact with me and completely ignored Mike, brushing past him and going straight to the fridge. He bent over to take out a drink and I caught a glimpse of red silk under the waste-line of his jeans, almost dropping the box of spaghetti I was holding.

He came around next to me and reached past me to get a glass, pushing against me; he was definitely still hard but he was only there for a second before he was moving back towards the fridge.

Mike asked what he could to help . I answered him but I was looking at Jeremy when I said it'd be great if he could help with the salad but I'd need to head out shortly to get a loaf of bread to go with dinner.

Jeremy mumbled something about needing to go out and pick up something from the store and he was opening the door. He glanced back at me and then looked away as he headed out. I watched the door close behind him and the smiled at Mike.

"Do you mind keeping an eye on the place?"

He offered to drive me to the store but I told him I was only heading across the parking lot and he finally shrugged and agreed to wait in case Terri got there early.

I was on the steps before the door had even closed. I looked out the window as I went down and saw that Jeremy's mustang was still in the parking lot, so I hurried down the last flight.

Bursting through the outer doors, I slowed down as I walked towards the mustang. The engine was idling and the passenger door was unlocked. I opened it and slipped inside, sitting down on the leather seat.

Jeremy glanced over. "Do you want a ride to the store?"

"Yes, please," I said, buckling my seatbelt.

I put my hand on his knee as he put the car into drive and roared out of the parking spot. Neither of us spoke and, after a few seconds, I withdrew my hand.

We pulled up in front of the grocery store and he pulled up into the fire lane.

"You're not coming in?"

He shook his head.

"I'll be right back, if you don't mind waiting?"

He nodded and I got out of the car, thoroughly confused.

I went in and made a beeline for the bakery section; ignoring the store attendee who tried to help me and nearly knocking over the little old lady who was getting ready to ring up every grape in the bag individually, I was almost out the door when I heard my name.

Plastering a smile on my face, I spun around. Jeremy's friend Ken was walking towards me. Ken was my son's age, African-American and built like a brick shithouse. I'd had more than one night with the shower massager and been thinking of Ken's strong hands, but now was not one of those times.

I tried to look busy, tried to be polite, finally just told him that I had to go but that he was welcome to stop by the apartment tomorrow (which would be TODAY, since I'm still pretty sure that it's Sunday), and then rushed out the door with my loaf of bread.

Any other day, I would've reveled in the fact that Ken's eyes kept drifting south, how his attention was on the cotton tshirt that covered my breasts, how my nipples were STILL pushing against the fabric, but I was filled with conflicting emotions that I couldn't even begin to sort out until I could talk to Jeremy.

The mustang was still there, blinkers flashing, and the passenger door was still unlocked, so I got in and closed the door behind me.

"Sorry it took so long," I said, putting the bag on the floor. "I bumped into Ken, and he says hi -"

"I found your diary," Jeremy said, throwing the car into gear and shooting towards the exit.

"Oh," was all I could say in response.

The grocery store was literally around the corner of the apartment, so it took us less than thirty seconds to arrive back in the parking lot.

He backed into the only open parking spot, one about halfway down the building.

Leaving the engine idling and the air conditioning on, he finally looked at me. "Were they true? The stories you wrote about? Were they true?"

My cheeks got hot and I wanted to lie but I didn't. "Yes, Jeremy. They are."

His eyes widened and, well, there's no polite way to say this: there was a sudden, massive lump in his shorts.

"Some of them were..."

"Yes," I said, eyes downcast. "Some of them are pretty -"

"Did you really let him fuck you in your ass? And let his friend -"

I immediately knew which entry he was talking about (it was one of the last ones I'd written) and I cut him off. "Yes. Yes, Jeremy, they're all true."

His hand drifted from the gearshift to his cock. "So, you like..."

"Lots of things," I said, replacing his hand with mine.

I squeezed and felt my son's manhood respond, growing harder under my hand. I started to stroke him, feeling the cloth sliding beneath my fingers. As he leaned back in his seat, I leaned across the gearshift, tugging his shorts down to reveal the panty-clad erection waiting for me. All of the cum I'd managed to suck out of the panties had been replaced, and I could see a bead of pre-cum there, just waiting for me.

I started slow, lapping up the droplet of sweet cum, and then began sucking him through the panties; they were silk, almost sheer, and I could feel his pulse as he throbbed in my mouth.

I heard him whisper, "Oh God, Mom," and nearly came on the spot. When his hand stretched downward to cup my breast, I shuddered and pulled the panties down, releasing his cock. I took him into my mouth as far as I could, the gearshift pushing into my midsection, and sucked my son's dick.

He moaned and I pushed myself up onto my seat, kneeling now, taking him deeper. I felt the tip of his cock touching the back of my throat just as I felt his pubes against my nose, and I knew I had him all the way. He pinched my breast hard and then put his hand on my back, holding me down, making me gag on his swollen rod, whispering about the things he'd read, about the dirty things I'd done, hissing that he wanted to stick his cock in my ass, and he started to swell in my mouth. He was so close to cumming, and so was I, that I fought to get my hand up, to grab his prick and stroke him until he finished, but he kept me pinned down as he exploded in my mouth.

I gagged as he bucked under me but I managed to swallow the first spurt; gasping, I pulled back just as he erupted for a second time, my son's seed splattering on my lips and cheek. Sucking in a breath, I took him back into my mouth in time to catch the next blast of cum, and that was enough to bring me over the edge, the idea of my son's cock in my mouth, his spunk on my lips, on my face, probably in my hair, it gave me the strongest orgasm I'd had in ages.

When he finally went limp, I let him fall out of my mouth. He relaxed his hand and the pressure he'd kept on my back and I sat up in the passenger seat.

My son looked at me, this strange, hungry look in his eyes as I wiped my mouth, and all I could do was look back at him. He tucked himself away and then he leaned towards me, kissing me on the cheek. I blinked at him but he turned away and opened the door. I stared after him as he got out, opening my door a moment later.

Jeremy was already halfway to the door as I got out of the car, wiping at the remnants of cum on my face. I followed him upstairs to our apartment and into our apartment. Diary, you can imagine how surprised I was when I saw Mike AND Terri in the kitchen.

I knew I smelled like sex, so I gave Terri a quick hug and zipped into my room to wash up and change. I took a little longer in the shower than I normally would but I was trying to make myself presentable; if Jeremy wanted to see what else was available, I planned on making it worth seeing.

Once I was cleaned up, I left my bedroom and tried to pretend that nothing was...different. Mike was, as always, "nice." Supportive. Pleasant. Politically correct. As much as I tried to pay attention to my boyfriend during dinner, my mind - and my eyes - kept drifting to my son. I couldn't help but notice that he was still wearing the same clothes he'd been wearing earlier. I also couldn't help but notice the way he'd been looking at me; also, the constant bulge in his shorts was - to me, anyway - unmissable.

As Jeremy started cleaning up and rinsing dinner dishes, I opened the cabinet and pulled out the bottle of whipped cream vodka and announced that it was time to celebrate. I had barely gotten the lid off when Mike said he had to feed his dogs.

I never thought I'd be happy to see Mike leaving but I was actually relieved.

And also very excited.

While I was mixing drinks, Jeremy and Terri were in the living room. By the time I turned off the kitchen light and took the drinks out into the living room, my boy had picked a spot on the loveseat and Terri had called 'dibs' on the beanbag chair.

The tv was on and he'd popped in his Japanese ghost movie, so I passed out the drinks and turned off the living room light, too. There was just enough light from the streetlight for me to see.

I sat down on the loveseat next on the far side from Jeremy, between him and Terri, who'd dragged the bean bag chair over next to the couch. I pulled the blanket off the back of the couch and laid it over my lap. Jeremy made a gesture with his head and, when I didn't respond, grabbed a corner of the blanket and pulled it over his lap, too.

The movie was pretty dumb, at least at the beginning, and Jeremy made up a drinking game, a sip when the ghost wasn't a ghost, a shot when the subtitles made absolutely no sense, stuff like that. Within the first half hour, we'd downed close to half the bottle, but then the movie went from being stupid to being scary.

The third time I saw Terri jump, I whispered that maybe it was too scary and was going to suggest that we turn it off (selfishly hoping that Terri might go back to her own apartment if we did) but Jeremy patted his lap and said, "I'll protect you, Mommy."

His voice sounded strange, almost hoarse, and I didn't need to see him to know the look that he had in his eye. I changed position on the couch, spinning around and snuggling up next to him under the blanket.

He immediately took my hand and put it on his bare cock - he'd already managed to pull his shorts (and my panties) halfway down his thighs - and he was as hard now as he'd been when we'd been in the car earlier. I tightened my grip on his rod but pointed at his sister, sitting only a few feet away. In response, he pulled the blanket out of the way and pushed my face towards his erection.

I obediently opened my mouth and swallowed his prick; he smelled musky, sweaty, and I had to fight back the urge to moan as I felt him shiver under my hand. He kept his hand on the back of my head for a few seconds, pinning me down (he really HAD been reading my diary, was all I could think) forcing me to take him deeper into my mouth, and then I heard the flick of the kitchen light switch!

I jerked my head up so fast that I was afraid I'd scraped my teeth across his tender head! I whispered an apology and tried to cover him with the blanket without making it LOOK like I was covering him with the blanket and held my breath until Terri came back to the loveseat and sat down.

Nobody said anything. I don't know if anybody was still watching the movie, but I pretended to, just keeping my head against Jeremy's side and trying not to think about his young, beautiful cock inches away.

I think I stayed like that for about five minutes before he started tugging down the blanket. An inch at a time, he was trying to expose himself to me. I smacked him on the arm, playfully, and whispered that he needed to watch his movie, but then I took the hand I'd smacked him with and, yes, Diary, I put it under the blanket and grabbed hold of him.

Slowly, very, very slowly, I played with my son's cock, squeezing him, letting my fingers trail up the sensitive underside of his manhood, cupping his balls. I felt him swell in my hand and he gave this tiny moan and I stopped, not moving, barely able to breathe until he'd quieted down.

As a reward for his self control, I let my face dip downwards, maneuvering the blanket away so I could see the head of his prick in the kitchen light, and put my lips around the tip.

Diary, you have no idea how hard it was, in more ways than one! It was an exercise in self-control, keeping myself as still as possible, stroking my son's dick as I sucked on the tip. All I wanted to do was swallow him down to the base but Terri was still right there, and even though I was pretty sure that she wasn't paying attention to us now, if I started getting wild on the boy, there wasn't any way she WOULDN'T notice!

He held off for a while, longer than I thought he could, but a couple of minutes of me sucking and stroking was too much. His whole body started to go stiff and his dick started to swell again. I kept my lips around his swollen head but stopped stroking his length, instead squeezing and releasing, squeeze and release.

My son's hips started to push upwards but I dug my nails into his leg and he stopped, freezing in place, but I could feel his body trembling like an electrical current was passing through him. He banged his hand on the arm of the loveseat once and then he was orgasming, hissing through his teeth as his seed splattered against the back of my throat.

At that point, I couldn't help myself, I started stroking him again, jerking him off into my mouth, but the only thing moving was my hand, and, honestly, at that exact moment, I was so close to my own orgasm that I didn't care if my daughter saw us or not, and then I remembered that it was my son's spunk in my mouth, and that did it, just like in the car, I was cumming without even touching myself.

When I finally came down, I held onto his soft prick; dribbles of cum were still leaking out so I lapped them up, all but purring as I tasted his salty cum.

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