Molly parked her car in the garage and carried the groceries into the kitchen. She dropped the bags on the table, anxious to check on Sean. Today was the first time since his accident that she had left him on his own.

Over the past several days they had established a certain daily routine. Sean would wake her in the morning and she would "relax" his morning erection by giving him a quick hand job, then she would have her shower and fix breakfast. After lunch she would take Sean to the hospital for treatment of his burned hands, then back home where she would do chores while he took a nap. They would have dinner then watch TV until bedtime. She would give him a shower, followed by another "relaxing", then get him into bed.

Then she would go to her own bed and frig herself senseless while fantasizing of her 15-year-old son's man-sized cock. She felt guilty as hell about it, but what could she do? You can't control your thoughts. Especially when you're lying in bed alone in the dark of night.

She'd been nervous about leaving him alone this afternoon, but they were getting low on food and he'd assured her that he would be fine, that she could go to the store while he had his nap. She had only been gone about an hour, but she had worried the entire time.

She crept quietly down the hall so as not to wake him if he was still asleep, but when she peeked into his room he was sitting on the side of the bed, staring into his dresser mirror.

"Sean?" she queried, stepping into the room.

Startled, he jumped and looked around at her, then quickly turned away. But not before she noticed his puffy red eyes and tear-stained cheeks. She sat down next to him and laid her hand tenderly on his shoulder.

"What's wrong, honey? Do your hands hurt?" He sniffed loudly and shook his head, refusing to look at her. "What is it then?" she asked, taking hold of his chin and gently turning his face to her.

He met her eyes briefly, then his gaze flicked toward the mirror. "I'm grotesque," he murmurred, a fresh tear slipping free and sliding down his cheek.

"Oh, baby, that's not true," Molly answered, her voice filled with compassion. Her heart ached to see him so depressed. "You look fine." He shook his head with denial, but she held his face between her hands and forced him to look into her eyes. "Look," she said, tenderly wiping the tears from his cheeks. "Your hair has already started growing back, and the redness is going away. Pretty soon you'll look just the same as before."

He looked at her with such an expression of hope and trust that she thought her heart might burst from the intensity of the love she felt. She pulled him close, kissing his salty cheeks, then hugged him tightly. "And your hands are going to get better, and before long you won't even be able to tell that anything happened." She hoped and prayed that she was telling him the truth, even though the doctor had said his hands would probably be scarred for life.

She held her son closely for a long time, wishing she could make all the bad things go away. Finally, she said softly, "Did you get any rest at all, honey?" Sean shook his head no but kept his face buried in her neck. "Why don't you try to get some sleep?" she suggested.

She started to pull away, but he seemed reluctant to let her go, making a small noise of protest and nuzzling in closer. So she laid back on the bed, pulling him with her. She settled on her back, turned slightly onto her side toward Sean, with her arms cradling his head to her bosom. She caressed his back and neck, murmurring soft words of comfort. His head was pillowed on her breast, his face burrowed into her cleavage where her shirt gapped open. Minute movements of his head tried to push more of the material out of the way, instinctively seeking the comforting feel of bare skin. His movements jostled her breast and stimulated her nipple, which began to grow erect and push against the confining material of her bra.

Molly sighed as his cheek brushed across her tingling nipple. Could he feel how hard it had gotten, she asked herself. Could he hear her quickening heartbeat? Did he realize the effect he was having on her? As if in response to her unvoiced questioning, Sean's head turned and his lips ran over the pointed nip, eliciting a small gasp from her as an electric jolt shot through her body. Before she realized what she was doing, she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it open, unhooked the front-clasping bra, and guided her son's questing mouth to her breast.

Without hesitation, Sean's mouth closed over her stiff nipple, sucking gently at the same breast he had fed from as an infant. A whimper escaped Molly's lips and her thighs clamped around Sean's leg, pulling it up into the crotch of her jeans.

Her breasts had always been so sensitive. When Sean was a baby, she had often gotten so turned on while nursing him that she would have to masturbate after he'd fed. She'd felt terribly guilty about it, wondering if she was some kind of pervert, until she saw a talk show on the subject, with women openly discussing the same problem, and a doctor had explained that it was perfectly natural, merely a physical reaction to the stimulation of the nipple involving the release of certain hormones.

And she was having quite a physical reaction now, whimpering and rubbing her crotch on her son's thigh as he sucked harder on her quivering tit. "Oh, baby," she whispered, "Oh, my sweet baby." Molly suddenly found her hand on Sean's crotch as he greedily attacked her other boob. His half-hard cock sprang to life under her touch, quickly becoming fully erect as she squeezed it through his shorts. Her hand was shaking as she fumbled with the waistband of his shorts, pulling them down to release his jutting hard-on. Her fist closed around his immense bone, squeezing it ferociously as a powerful climax overwhelmed her.

"Ohh, baby!" she cried, grinding her spasming cunt into his leg, riding his thigh as well as the waves of her own orgasm. "Baby, baby, baby," she kept whimpering, kissing the top of his head as he continued to nurse on her hard, tingling nipples.

As her body shuddered in post-orgasmic bliss, Molly finally noticed Sean's cock in her hand, throbbing and twitching insistently. His hips twitched, trying to fuck her fist, and he buried his face in the sweaty valley between her heaving breasts. After so many times bringing him off with her hand, she could tell he was on the verge of coming himself, and if he did so in this position her clothes would get sprayed. She forced herself to release her hold on the tumescent organ and push herself away from him.

"Mom?" Sean pleaded, a look of near panic in his eyes. "Mom, I gotta..."

Molly covered his lips with her fingers. "I know you're desperate, honey," she answered, glancing down at his teeming hard-on. "I'm going to fix it. Here, lie back."

She rolled him over onto his back, then untangled her legs from his and slid down on the bed. She quickly pushed his shorts and underwear down to his knees, out of the line of fire, then grasped the thick base of his rock-hard cock and stood it straight up into the air. For a breathless moment, she stared at it, thinking it the most beautiful cock she'd ever seen, then she looked up into his lust-filled eyes.

She'd intended to give him another hand-job, but with the imploring look on his face, her own orgasm still tingling in her toes, and the sight and feel of his perfect cock, she couldn't help herself. Licking her lips, she lowered her head and took the big, rubbery head into her mouth. Sean groaned loudly and arched his back, pushing his straining cock further into her mouth. She began moving her head up and down, sucking lustily as her lips glided wetly over the smooth shaft.

Molly couldn't believe she was really doing it; after dreaming about it so many times, she was actually sucking her own son's cock! She wanted this moment to last forever, but between Sean's overly-excited state and her own uncontrolledly enthusiastic sucking, it was over in less than a minute. Sean cried out, lifting his clenching buttocks completely off the bed, and his white-hot semen erupted into her mouth.

She locked her lips behind the ridge of the convulsing cockhead, savoring the taste and consistency of the thick, slippery sperm as jet after jet shot out onto her tongue, until she was forced to swallow lest it overflow her mouth. She greedily gulped down her son's goo, sucking every last drop from his pulsing glans. She finally released the spent organ after licking all the remnants of his cum from it. Then she looked back up to her son's face, suddenly afraid that he might be mortified by what she had just done.

But Sean was lying back, totally relaxed, watching her through heavy-lidded eyes, a small smile of contentment on his face. "God, Mom," he said in a soft, awe-filled voice, "that was the greatest thing I've ever felt in my life! Can we do it like that every time?"

Molly smiled back, relieved that he was all right. "We'll see, dear," she answered, then gave his softening penis a tender kiss before pulling his shorts back up. At least it made the cleanup easier, she mused. She sat up on the bed and pulled her dangling bra back into place, smiling down at Sean as he tiredly watched her hook the clasp and adjust her boobs in the cups. She re-buttoned her blouse, then rose from the bed.

"Get some rest, darling," she said softly as she bent down to kiss her son tenderly on the forehead.

* * * * *

She spent the rest of the afternoon on pins and needles, frenziedly doing housework. But she needn't have worried; when Sean awoke from his nap, far from being traumatized by what had happened, he was in a wonderful mood and ravenously hungry. He laughed and joked all through supper, then snuggled up next to her on the couch when they went to watch TV.

Buoyed by Sean's good humor, Molly relaxed, pushing away all the worry and guilt, and just enjoyed the sense of intimacy she felt with her son. She held him in her arms as they laughed at the comedy shows on TV and cuddled him during the poignant moments of the dramas. They stayed up later than normal, both reluctant to break the spell of closeness they were sharing.

But finally Molly announced that it was time for Sean's shower, and he readily agreed. She knew it wasn't the shower that he was eager for, but the "relaxing" that would follow it. After shutting off the TV, she followed him to the bathroom where she helped him off with his clothes and put the plastic bags over his bandaged hands. He stood watching her as she turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature, then he stepped into the spray as she steadied him by the elbow. His eyes opened wide in surprise when he turned back around and saw her unbuttoning her blouse.

"You know, it's silly for me to get everything soaked," she said as she let the shirt slip from her shoulders and fall to the floor. "You don't mind if I just get in there with you, do you?" Sean shook his head emphatically, his eyes glued to her body as she unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down. "Besides," she continued as she stepped out of her pants and reached up to unhook her bra, "if we shower together, we'll save on water."

Sean's eyes bugged out as she shook off the bra, then hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her flimsy panties and pushed them to her ankles in one quick motion. He stared at her in wonder as she paused, completely nude, reaching up to pull her hair up into a ponytail so it wouldn't get wet. She relished the feel of his hungry eyes taking in every curve of her luscious body. She noticed that his cock was showing its appreciation of her form also, standing out at full mast. Finally, she stepped into the shower and pulled the curtain closed.

They stood facing one another for a silent moment, mere inches apart under the steaming spray of the shower, then Molly bent past him to reach for the soap, purposefully letting her breast brush against his arm. Standing back upright, she turned him around and began to run the soap over his back and shoulders. He held his plastic-covered hands above his head, up and out of the spray, giving her perfect access to run her hands around to his front.

Her breasts pressed against his soapy back as her arms encircled his torso, her hands running sensuously over his chest and down his tight, flat belly. She ran the soap down further, into his coarse pubic hair, working up a lather, letting her fingers brush the base of his stiff member and dip beneath his tightly drawn-up balls. She could feel him shivering, and a low groan escaped his throat as her slippery hands closed around his tumescent cock and stroked along its entire length.

Sean turned in her arms until her breasts were mashed against his chest, his erection pressed between their slippery bellies. Her hands went to his firm young ass, soaping and squeezing the tight buttocks, her fingers delving into the hairy crack between to tickle his asshole. As she moved lower, running the soap down his legs, his hard-on slid up her abdomen, gliding smoothly over her soapy belly and up between her breasts. Sean moaned softly.

Molly looked up and smiled at the ecstatic pleasure evident on her son's face. She moved up and down, stroking his cock with her breasts. When Sean moaned again and began to make small thrusting motions with his hips, she pushed her breasts together with her forearms, encasing his pulsing rod in soft, slippery tit-flesh.

Sean instinctively rocked his hips, fucking her between the breasts in increasingly deliberate strokes. She looked down, watching the soapy purple head of his cock poke up out of her ample cleavage with each thrust. Then he suddenly groaned, mashing her titties to her chest as he thrust forward mightily and sent a massive gout of semen shooting directly into her face. Molly flinched back, but Sean moved with her, continuing to hump, shooting spurt after spurt of hot, slippery cum over her face, neck, and upper chest. Finally he finished and slumped back against the wall with a satisfied groan.

Molly looked up at him, cum dripping off her face and running slowly down her chest. She raised an eyebrow, giving him her sternest "what do you have to say for yourself, young man" look, but then giggled at the sheepish smile of embarrassment he had on his face.

"Uh, sorry Mom," he offered. "I couldn't hold it."

"Well," she looked down at herself, "I guess there's no harm done." She looked back up and shook her finger at him with mock severity. "It's just a good thing for you that I'm naked. If you would've gotten that on my blouse I would be pissed!"

"Good thing then," he shot back. They both burst into laughter.

Finding the soap in the bottom of the tub, Molly re-washed Sean's softening penis, then stood and rinsed her son's semen from her face and chest. She quickly soaped and rinsed her body as Sean stood back watching her pendulous breasts sway with her movements. She shut off the water and drew back the shower curtain, stepping out of the tub and grabbing a towel. She wrapped it around herself, then helped Sean out. As she was towelling him dry, she looked up and noticed a frown on his face.

"What's the matter, honey?" she asked, pausing with the towel to his chest.

"Nothing, Mom" he replied, looking away as his face blushed slightly.

"Well it must be something," she said, reaching up to pull his face back to her. "Tell me, honey. Is it because I took a shower with you?"

"No, Mom," he said, blushing anew. "I liked it."

"Is it what happened in the shower?" she asked with concern.

"Well, sort of..."

"You didn't like it?" she asked, worried that she had gone too far.

"Oh no!" he said quickly. "I liked it a lot."

"Then what is it?"

"It's just..." His eyes darted around nervously, avoiding meeting hers. "I was sort of hoping that...You know...Like today..."

"Oh, I see," Molly sighed with relief. "You wanted me to, um, 'relax' you, the same way I did this afternoon?"

Sean nodded, finally meeting her gaze shyly.

Molly smiled at him reassuringly as she began drying him again. "Well, as fast as you recover, I don't think that would be too much of a problem." She ran the towel down to his groin and felt his cock immediately begin to harden, as if in emphasis of her statement.

"Then you will?" Sean asked eagerly.

Molly giggled as she finished drying him, then turned him around and gave him a little push toward the door. "Give me a few minutes," she said. "Go sit on your bed and wait for me."

After he'd gone, Molly quickly dried herself, brushed her teeth and gargled, then went to her own room. Sitting naked at her vanity, she made up her face as if for a real date, something she hadn't done for a very long time. She chose emerald eye shadow to complement her green eyes, heavy mascara, light blusher, and finished with a glossy, bright red lipstick. She shivered as she pictured her son's beautiful young cock pushing its way between those painted lips.

She took down her ponytail and shook out her auburn hair, brushing it quickly into some semblance of a coif. She wished she had time to do it up properly, but she didn't want to keep Sean waiting. It will just have to do, she thought with a sigh. She then sprayed on her sexiest perfume, the expensive stuff she saved for very special occasions.

Going to her dresser, she opened her lingerie drawer and pulled out a frilly black garter belt, hooking it around her waist and spinning it around into its proper position. She then got a pair of black fishnet stockings and sat on the edge of the bed to pull them on. After she had them up and fastened to the garter, she went back to the drawer and got out a lacy black bra with half cups that lifted her breasts but left the nipples exposed. She put on the bra and adjusted her heavy breasts, then considered and rejected the matching panties, feeling a little thrill at the thought of leaving her pussy exposed.

Crossing the room to her closet, she stepped into a pair of black fuck-me pumps with four inch stiletto heels. Lastly, she pulled her slinkiest negligee out of the closet and stepped into it. It was black also, reaching all the way to the floor, but so sheer that it left absolutely nothing to the imagination, enhancing her nudity instead of covering it. She'd only worn it once, on her and Jack's last anniversary before he left. He'd shown little interest, as he was already banging his teen-aged whore. Maybe his son would appreciate it a little more, she thought wickedly.

As a final touch, she went back to her vanity and opened her jewelry box, fishing out a pair of silver and emerald earrings that dangled a good two inches below her ears and shimmied and sparkled with every movement of her head. She put them on, fumbling to fit the backs on the earrings with trembling fingers. She was as nervous as a schoolgirl going on her first date. She was actually dressing seductively for her own son. She wasn't going to do anything she hadn't already done with him, but this was the first time she was actually planning ahead for it.

"Mom?" she heard Sean call out impatiently from the next room.

"I'm coming, baby," she called back, taking one last look in the mirror before hurrying out. She paused in the hallway, taking a deep breath to calm herself, then stepped through his door.

Sean gasped as his eyes took in her appearance. He was sitting on the side of his bed, his half-hard cock hanging between his spread legs. It quickly grew fully erect as he stared in awe as if he'd never seen her before, even though she had been naked in the shower with him just minutes ago.

"Was it worth the wait?" she asked with a smile, pleased at his reaction.

Sean nodded vigorously, unable to tear his eyes away from her lingerie-clad body. "Holy cow," he murmurred as she did a slow turn, modeling for him. "You're beautiful, Mom," he breathed, his eyes finally coming up to meet hers as she completed her turn.

"Thank you, dear," she said, giving him a small curtsey of gratitude. She looked down to his groin. "I see your little friend likes it, too."

Sean glanced down at himself. He blushed, but did nothing to hide his excited organ.

Molly pursed her lips thoughtfully. "He looks like he needs a little attention."

"He sure does," Sean answered with a grin.

"Hmm." Molly walked over to stand directly in front of her son. "Why don't you lie back and let me see what I can do for him."

She pushed Sean back gently, reaching for the pillows and sliding them under his head so he could watch, then slowly knelt down between his legs. She leaned forward, letting her breasts rest on his lean, muscular thighs. Taking his rigid cock in her fingertips, she stood it straight up into the air. Puckering her shiny red lips, she leaned forward slowly to plant a tiny, feather-light kiss on the very tip, eliciting a whimper from Sean. Tilting her head, she trailed her lips down one side of the shaft, planting kisses all along its length.

She pushed his cock out of the way so she could lick his balls, tickling the crinkled skin with the tip of her tongue before taking first one large testicle and then the other into her mouth and giving a gentle suck. Leaving his balls, she turned her attention back to his straining cock, licking the underside, leaving a trail of saliva from the base all the way to the tip. Sean was whimpering with desire by the time her talented tongue reached the sensitive underside of his glans.

She spent a full minute slowly licking the little crevice below the tiny slit in the bulging head of her son's cock, looking up at him as he watched her. Keeping her eyes locked to his, she gave him a little smile then parted her red lips and slowly took his throbbing cock into her mouth. Sean groaned as she engulfed his prick, down and down until the entire thing was in her hot, wet, sucking mouth, the head rhythmically massaged by the swallowing motions she made as it snaked down her throat.

Molly's pussy was on fire. Here she was, on her knees, sucking her young son's beautiful cock with all the skill she could muster. She was a great cocksucker, if she did say so herself, but it had been so long since she had given a man a proper blow-job. She obviously hadn't lost the knack, though, judging by the ecstasy written in Sean's eyes as she began moving her head up and down in long, slow, hard-sucking strokes.

After a few minutes at the slow, deliberate pace, she began moving faster, darting glances up to Sean's face, watching him react with mounting passion. His face was screwed up tight and his teeth were clenched as he tried to hold his orgasm, to prolong the exquisite pleasure her mouth was bringing him. Molly increased the tempo, bobbing her head faster and faster, determined to bring him off.

Sean groaned loudly, every muscle clenched in blissful resistance until Molly decided to pull the trigger. Giggling inwardly, she jammed her right index finger up her son's tightly clenched anus and wriggled it around as he cried out in a tremendous climax. She kept sucking, gulping down his cum as fast as it spurted out of his spasming prick. She kept it in her mouth until it slowly began to deflate as his body sagged limply, drained by the sheer force of such a tremendous orgasm.

"How was that?" she asked when she finally released her mouth-lock on his drained penis.

"Fucking incredible," Sean breathed.

Molly giggled. A few weeks ago she would have hit the roof if she'd heard him use the f-word, but now she was just happy that she'd been able to please him. "Well I'll do it any fucking time you want," she promised.

"Really?" Sean asked, beaming at her. "That would be fucking great!"

"All you have to do is fucking ask," she retorted, rising to her feet. "Now, get into your fucking bed and get some fucking sleep."

Sean laughed as he rose lethargically and crawled under the covers as she held them for him. "You're fucking great, Mom," he muttered tiredly, already half-asleep as she tucked him in.

Molly felt a glowing warmth from the love she felt. "Good night my darling," she whispered as she bent down to kiss him tenderly. "I love you."

"I love you too, Mom," he murmurred as he drifted off.