He rushed over to me as he exclaimed, “Mom, you don’t know how unbelievably sorry I am! I don’t even remember sending that text.”
As my son was profusely apologizing, my mind went off in a tangent as I wondered how much of his meaty cock I could get down my throat before gagging. Four inches…five inches? Then off in the distance I distinctly heard, “Mom?…Mom?” Snapping out of it, I replied:
“Umm…yes Luke, apology accepted. In the future, it might be a good idea to drink in moderation instead of getting totally hammered.”
“Moderation? Mom, I might not drink again!”
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Everything seemed to go back to normal…except for the fact that I had over a dozen masturbatory marathons of Luke throughout the week. (Four of those sessions have been with a Red Bull can while lying in his bed.)
Saturday morning rolled around with Luke and I having breakfast and talking about what we had planned for the day. (Yogurt & fruit for me, waffles with a absurd amount of butter and syrup for Luke.)
“Most of my morning will be spent on campus. I have a project I need to work on for my digital photography class.”
I jokingly replied, “Promise me that the subject matter of your project does not involve pictures of your wiener?”
Luke started to immediately blush. “You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”
“Probably not.” I giggled. I grabbed his sticky dish and rinsed it off in the sink. As I was doing that, Luke took a moment to admire my toned behind before asking:
“Have you been stealing Aunt Lana’s workout clothes?”
“Nope. We have a spinning class today and the instructor likes to set the thermostat to Death Valley-like temperatures so we sweat out the extra water weight.”
“First thing’s first mom, I don’t think you have any water weight left to sweat out. Second, there is going to be a rugby scrum by the guys in that class to score the bike behind you just so they can check out your heinie in those shorts”.
I started laughing as I replied, “I just realized why Aunt Lana always wants to be in the front row.”
Luke came up behind me and gave me a peck on the cheek goodbye and headed off to school. He didn’t notice the shiver that ran up my spine when he briefly leaned up against my backside to give me that kiss. In the smallest of moments, I felt my son’s flaccid cock through his jeans and my mind dove into a pool of depraved thoughts.
I needed to scratch that itch again. I checked out front to make sure that Luke had left for school. Then, I grabbed a Red Bull from the pantry and headed back to the kitchen island. My excitement accelerated as I peeled off my shorts along with my thong. That just left my sneakers, ankle-high white socks, and a snug, white Nike top.
I spun around one of the tall chairs by the island and placed a folded kitchen towel on the seat. I straddled the chair like a cowgirl with my ass up in the air so I could get the can in position. I placed it on the towel so it wouldn’t slide off. I quickly lined it up with my dripping pussy.
I slowly brought my weight down onto the Red Bull. A hiss escaped my lips as I slowly impaled myself on the makeshift toy. My taut ass cheeks clenched tightly as the can bottomed out inside me. I felt a flush of heat radiating outwards like a wave. I proceed with a slow trotting rhythm…up and down…up and down.