Literotic asexstories – Untapped Resource Ch. 01 by artmp3,artmp3
As with most Saturdays, Suzan awakens around 7AM. She usually starts a pot of coffee and proceeds to tidy herself, and her and Rick’s bedroom. Knowing that the kid’s sleep in, she enjoys sitting on the dawn kissed porch and quietly reads her book. If Jimmy and Samantha hadn’t already risen, at around 9:30 she would start to make some breakfast for them.
“Sam, are you up yet?” This time directing her call towards Samantha’s room.
As a soft grumble from Sam’s room confirmed that she had gotten the message, it was still crickets from Jimmy’s room. After a few minutes had passed, Suzan heard Samantha emerging from her room.
“Sweetie, can you wake your brother up?” She said as Samantha would have been right next to Jimmy’s room.
While Suzan finished preparing breakfast, Samantha entered the dining room and sat down. Turning towards Samantha, she noticed something different about her. She appeared as if she had already been wide awake for hours, but not her usual chatty self.
“Good morning, sweetie! Did you get a good night’s rest?” Suzan asked, knowing something was amiss.
“Um, good morning mom. Yeah, I slept fine.” Samantha replied as if by habit, more than genuinely answering her mother’s question.
Mildly confused and slightly worried, Suzan changed directions and asked “Did you wake your brother up?”
Knowing well and good that she didn’t even try, she told her mother, “No, I couldn’t get him up.”
“I swear, that boy is going to sleep his life away.” Suzan said as she tossed her cooking gloves onto the counter before making her way to the hallway that led towards Jimmy’s room.
Walking up to his door, Suzan gave a few normal knocks on the door while asking if he was awake. After a few seconds with no reply, she opened the door and proceeded to walk in, to nudge him into consciousness.
With a gasp, Suzan put her hand to her mouth as she now peered down upon her son, who was sprawled out on his bed, with the cover’s kicked off, sporting a massive eight inch morning log. It had been many years since the last time that she had seen his full anatomy. With that being noted, she has never seen him since puberty.
Knowing that she shouldn’t be looking at her son like this, she found it paralyzing and couldn’t not stare. It wasn’t the fact that this was the first time seeing this penis in its adult state, but more the fact that It was almost an exact duplicate of his fathers, which she very much loved.
The trance that Suzan was under was only broken the instant one of Jimmy’s legs repositioned itself, causing his massive erection to shift from one side of his belly to the other. Reacting to this, she quickly hurried out of the room, closing the door behind her.
Leaning against his door, Suzan fought through the image that has burned itself into her mind. With her arms hanging against her side, she wrapped on the door loud enough that she would have woken the dead if they were in that room.
There was an almost immediate response from the other side of the door, “I’m awake, I’m awake!”
The only words that she could muster at the time was “Hurry up, breakfast is getting cold!”
Still dumbfounded by what she had seen, she walked back into the kitchen where she was instantly bombarded with Samantha rattling off all the things that she was going to do that day. Being that this was Samantha’s normal bubbliness and the image of her son still front and center, she had forgotten about Samantha’s previous demeanor. If Suzan hadn’t forgotten, she would have realized that she was being as inattentive as Samantha had been five minutes prior.
Somehow pulling herself together, she turned to join Samantha back at the table. At this point, Suzan made a conscious effort to at least bob her head while being yapped at. Both of their reasons for being withdrawn were slightly different, but the end result was that they were both a little sticky below the waist.
After about ten minutes, Jimmy made his grand entrance by coming into view, while scratching the back of his head, before unconsciously dropping his hand down to adjust his crotch. Samantha had stopped her mouth the moment that he appeared, only to gasp at the same time as Sally cleared her throat, both recently seeing what it was that he was massaging into place.
Without even acknowledging their presents, he walked right past them as he went straight for a coffee mug and pot. Both of the women just turned and stared at each other with blank looks on their faces. As the silence was broken by Jimmy returning the pot back to the burner, Suzan spontaneously burst out laughing. Samantha was quick to follow as they both now realized that they are in on the same joke.
With a serious but light hearted voice, Suzan looked across the table and said “You and I are going to need to have a talk later!”
As with most typical nineteen year old boys, Jimmy took his coffee and plate of breakfast and B-lined it to the living room where he promptly kicked his feet up before turning the tv on.
Later that afternoon, with both of the kids out doing what they do on a Saturday afternoon, this left Suzan alone. She had done the needed chores and had sat down to read her book.
It had been about a half hour when the phone rang, It was Rick. If not multiple times, at least once a day, Rick would call when out on the road. They had talked about random things, but then Suzan brought up the Jimmy situation.
“Rick, you are going to need to have a talk with him. I know that it is natural for you guys, he just needs to be more aware that he is not the only one in this house.” Suzan said.
“Ok, I’ll talk to him.” With a chuckle, Rick continued with “besides, he is your son, you’ve seen his tallywacker more than any person alive.”
“Rick, I think your daughter walked in on him also.” She quickly replied without the playful tone in her voice.
He quickly got the message and reiterated that he would talk to Jimmy. They talked for another half hour about whatever. Suzan didn’t give any details about what she had seen, as she felt it inappropriate to describe her son’s features, and not necessary to convey the message of what transpired.
This, of course, didn’t mean that the image in her mind wasn’t front and center. So much so that she spent the next 30 minutes reading her book, while simultaneously squirming in her chair. It wasn’t that she wanted to or even desired to think about her son any way other than for pure reasons, but there it was in her mind.
Rick and Suzan have been happily married for a couple decades and neither have had any reason to be unfaithful towards one another. The problem now is that Rick is away on work quite frequently, and after seeing a dick that was a duplicate of the one that she loves, only younger and assumably more vivacious.
A sadness and disappointment washed over Suzan’s face as she snuck a hand into the waistband of her sweatpants and discovered that her quim was soaking wet. “No, this is wrong. I should not be getting aroused by my son. What kind of horrible mother would I be? She mused to herself.
While pulling her hand from her panties, a finger lightly brushed across her engorged clitoris. Not aware of how turned on she had actually become, the soft touch on her sensitive clit made her jump while gasping with surprise.
Still in disbelief of her current arousal, Suzan put her book on the end table and pulled her sweats and panties down to her knees. Using both hands, she reached down and spread her labia apart, exposing a swollen pearl swimming in a pool of her clear slickness.
Looking over her nicely trimmed bush, at her glistening pinkness, she had thought to herself, “as horny as I am, any other time I would have already been close to finishing.” Conflicted over the fact that it was her son’s dick that had her in that state, she hesitated to make any moves that would progress the sticky situation she found herself in.
Telling herself, “It’s only biological nature, can’t do anything about that. It is how I respond that determines morality.” And with that, she gently closed her slick lips and slowly pulled her pants back up.
For the next five minutes, Suzan sat motionless, staring into the wooded area of our backyard. You could vaguely make out a tear running down her cheek, through the reflection in the bay window.
Once her heart slowed it’s beating, she snapped back too and said to herself “wow, I need a drink.”
As Suzan stood up, she crossed her leg to step around the chair. That’s about how far she made it before a bolt of lightning shot through her, instantly pulling her to the floor. Even though she thought that she was safe by then, her hypersensitive clit was just lying in wait, ready for any kind of stimulation.
Conceding that this wasn’t going to go away anytime soon, she figured that she would just deal with it and not think about the why. Being fully aware now of the sensitivity of her clit, she picked herself up and clumsily made her way to her room, where she threw herself onto the bed.
Laying there for a minute before starting to shed the few articles of clothing that she was wearing, she reached over to her night stand and pulled open her bottom drawer. Reaching into a box, she pulled out her favorite toy, an exact replica dildo that her and Rick had cast one night last year.
Having Rick hold his ready to explode, rock hard cock in a tube for a minute, to cast the mold was a tough sale. It was only after considering the other option would be some random dick dildo, did he do the mold.
Being that it was a mold of Rick’s cock, it was her goto when he was away. Suzan did have a couple other toys, but they only got used sometimes to enhance her experience with Rick, and none were penis dildos.
With her panties being the last to remove, Suzan casually put the head of the fake dick in her mouth to hold as she pulled her knees to her chest and hooked her thumb into the waistband. The silky crotch of her panties was clinging to her mound due to the wetness, as she pulled them towards her bent knees.
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