I scanned the sea of caps and gowns and exuberant parents and friends and family but I didn’t see Jason. I did see Margo in her cap and gown but my son wasn’t with her. Had they broken up? Seeing her brought back memories of their visit at Thanksgiving. Over the years since Jason left for school, we’d kept in contact by phone, email and texting. He’d sent me pictures of the different girls he was ‘dating’ at school (Diane, Josie, Beth and a couple others) but Margo was the first he brought home.
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They had flown from Portland, Oregon to Sacramento to see her parents and family on Thanksgiving itself. They drove down to Long Beach to stay with me for the weekend before heading back to Sacramento then flying back for school. I was happy to have my son home even if it was just a brief visit. I’d missed him but not the unhealthy urges his visit would revive.
When they arrived at my door I hugged them both, not wanting to linger over long in my son’s arms and cause suspicion. Margo was about my height with a curvy figure and long dark hair. I invited them in and Jason took their bags to his room while Margo and I got acquainted. She was my son’s age and shared a few classes with him. That’s how they met. Jason returned and we moved to the kitchen so that I could cook and continue our conversation.
We had dinner and shared some wine. Jason and Margo took turns telling embarrassing stories about one another as we talked late into the evening. Jason was going to take Margo and me site seeing in the morning since Margo had never been farther south in California than Bakersfield so they called it a night and went to bed. I stayed up for a while to clean some dishes before retiring. I think I was just stalling. I wanted to give them time to get to bed and have whatever sex they were going to have before I got to my room and had to listen to it. I was thoroughly aroused by this time and was feeling very jealous of Margo too. I liked her, I really did but she was in bed with my son; where I wanted to be but couldn’t. Once I’d cleaned everything that could be cleaned and then some, I trudged off to my room.
I listened at Jason’s door briefly as I passed. I didn’t hear anything and was relieved. I got undressed and climbed into bed, vowing not to touch myself while thinking of my son. ‘The best laid plans of mice and men,’ I think the saying goes. I heard a soft moan or at least I thought I did. Maybe I imagined it but then I heard it again. My room shared a wall with Jason’s so I knew it was him and Margo possibly getting fired up for another round. The moans got louder and I could tell they were Jason’s. Was Margo riding his cock or still stroking him back to life? Maybe she was sucking him. I felt a shiver run through me. I wanted to suck Jason’s cock. I wanted to make him hard so I could slide his cock into my tight pussy and ride him…SHIT!
I sat up and opened my nightstand drawer. There it was, my son’s cock. Well it was the best facsimile I could come up with from memory inasmuch as I couldn’t have the real thing. I removed the dildo from its hiding place and reached for the bottle of lube next to it. Hearing more moans and feeling the amount of juices flowing from my pussy I decided lube wasn’t needed tonight. I kicked off the covers and removed my panties and tank top. I laid back and spread my legs wide preparing to plunge Jason Jr. into my hungry pussy. I’d spent a lot of time online and in a few adult stores before deciding on this particular toy. It was the most accurate copy of my son’s cock that I could find and it had brought me MANY orgasms over the last few years.