I believe things in life happen for one of three reasons. Things happen because they were planned, as a result of circumstances, or because they were preordained or destined. This story about my son and me, I believe, was a combination of circumstances and destiny; it certainly was not planned.
This story is about the events that happened early in 2002, shortly after the invasion of Afghanistan. At the time I was 38 years old and my son was 16. As a loving and close family, we all played sport and shared much time together. I was tall and athletic at 5’-9”tall and still retained a good figure and good looks; whilst my son who was still growing, was already 6’-2” tall and an excellent middle distance runner at school. My husband and I played competitive tennis and golf and had a high level of fitness. Harrison, my son, followed us everywhere we went and started playing the sports we played. Every year my husband would take us on holidays to the mountains or lakes where we enjoyed camping. My husband was in the regular army and had attained the rank of Major.
In February of 2002, Shaun, my husband, was sent to Afghanistan to help fight the War on Terror. Shaun was stationed near Kabul, in the east of the country, near the Pakistan border, and was assigned there for a period of some 12 months. It was these 12 months that changed the course of my life, unforgettable experiences that I will take to my grave with me.
The first few weeks without Shaun were very hard as I was always used to having someone to cuddle up to and make passionate love to. I got by the best I could, looking after Harrison and playing tennis and golf with him. I know he missed his father at the time as well, as they really had a solid father-son relationship. Two months into his stay in Afghanistan left me both frustrated and horny. I had to resort to masturbation in order to relieve my tensions, but missed the feel of a hard cock inside me and the feel of his cock spewing ropes of cum inside my vagina. Even then, I had no sexual feelings for Harrison, my son.
What happened next changed the course of my life. On returning home one afternoon after picking my son up from school, we discovered that the house had been burgled. The television set, DVD player and surround sound system, and some jewellery were missing. This left me a little nervous and apprehensive as there was no man around to protect me. There had been other burglaries in the area around that time, without ant arrests or suspects. Late in May, I was in bed and thought I heard a noise outside, and got out of bed only to see someone running down the street. Putting on some panties and a top, I called the police who were quick to respond to my call. They had a patrol car search the area and dusted my bedroom window for finger prints, but found nothing. It was 2 a.m. in the morning when they left.
I was scared and beside myself, and needed someone near me. I asked my son if he would mind sleeping with me for the night as I would feel so much safer. I lay on my side as we talked and he was on his side behind me. I asked him to put his arm around me, which he did and ultimately went to sleep. I awoke in the morning with Harrison lying on his back, fast asleep. I was so relieved to get through that night in one piece. We got up and had breakfast and I took him to school as I always do.
Going back to my son for a moment, he has had a couple of girlfriends, but none of late. He has always preferred to concentrate on his studies and athletics and sport, leaving little time for girls. For some time now, I presume he has either masturbated regularly, or had many wet dreams, as his bed lined was often stained. I have mentioned it in the past with Shaun, and he says it’s perfectly normal for a teen boy to jack off on a regular basis. Shaun says that boys that age have raging hormones and need a sexual outlet. That afternoon I picked him up from school, had dinner, then I helped him with some homework from school.
The time was getting late and Shaun said he was going to bed. I told him I was still very nervous and afraid, and if he could sleep with me again. He replied “sure mum, if you really want me to.” I told him I really needed his presence and to get ready for bed while I had a shower. After showering, I put on panties and a top to avoid any embarrassment, not seeking any inappropriate behaviour. He was already in bed wearing boxer shorts when I came back into the bedroom. I got into bed beside him and pulled up the doona to cover us. We talked for a little while, thanking him for looking after his mother. I cuddled up to him and I was soon asleep. Some time later, in the early hours of the morning, I awoke for some reason. There was some movement under the doona and I could detect some faster breathing from Harrison. I do believe he was masturbating beside me. I never said anything and pretended I was still asleep. After a little while he gave a little grunt and then rolled over and cuddled up to me again. When I got up in the morning, there were obvious cum stains on my sheets.
The same thing happened the next night as well. I was a little bemused by his behaviour, wondering if it was out of habit, need or did he find me as a sexual object. Throughout the day I thought about it a lot and knew I had to say something that night. Just thinking about the fact that someone was masturbating beside me, made me feel a little horny bringing a damp spot to my panties. That night after my shower, Harrison was in bed waiting for me as usual. I wore some sheer see-thru panties with my top. As I stood by my mirror brushing my hair, I could see him looking at me, looking around my panty area. I never shave around my pubic area as Shaun has always preferred a bushy pussy. I trim to my bikini line, but that’s all. The see-thru panties were clearing showing my dark pubic bush.
After getting into bed beside my son, I mentioned to him that I knew he had been masturbating the past two nights. I told him not to be embarrassed as I understood that all teen males have the need to jack off. Harrison was indeed very sheepish and embarrassed but did admit that he had been. He said that he needs to do it every night as it makes him relax and sleep so much better. He also promised that he wouldn’t do it again in my bed. I told him that if he needed to, that it was okay and that I understood, something that he was agreeable to.
I told my son that if he needed to do it now, that I would love to watch him. He replied “really mum? Do you really want me to jack off now?” I replied that I did. I pulled down the doona and could see a big bulge in his boxers. I asked him to remove his boxers, which he promptly did, and then he started to stroke his cock. His cock was circumcised with a large head, probably just over 6” long with short curly hair around his ball bag. He wasn’t as big or as thick as his father, but still quite impressive all the same. As he stroked, I removed my panties and started to finger myself as well. He was watching me with anticipation, then said he was about to cum. I was amazed to see his first rope of cum shoot back over his head on the pillow, followed by three shorter ones on his chest and a few more smaller ones on his pubic hair. I couldn’t believe that I had just witnessed my son jacking off. I kept going on myself for about 10 minutes until I also orgasmed. Harrison said “that was so kewl mum, I didn’t know that ladies did that as well.”
After that masturbation session, we both cuddled up and slept through the night without waking up. When I awoke in the morning, I noticed that Harrison had another erection whilst still asleep. Shaun invariably awoke with an erection in the morning as well. I reached over to my bedside drawer and got some ky-jelly and squirted some onto the palm of my hand. I then proceeded to start jerking my son off, to which he awoke. Sleepily he said, “what are you doing mum?” I told him to relax and that I needed to see him cum again. Within 2-3 minutes, Harrison deposited 6-7 ropes of cum over his tummy and my hand.
I led him to my en-suite where we both showered together before getting dressed for school and daily duties. Harrison was still beside himself, trying to grasp what had happened the previous night and just then. We never said much that morning at the breakfast table, but both of our minds were racing at 100 mph. Through the day I reflected on the past 24 hours and knew I was losing control of the situation. With no sex for almost 3 months, my pussy was aching for a hot, hard cock.
With the weekend coming up we went to bed around 10 pm that night. After my shower, I never even bothered to put on panties and a top as I entered the bedroom. Harrison was waiting for me and stared at me in amazement as I entered completely naked. I quickly removed his boxers, revealing a very long hardon. I told him to lie back with his legs apart, which he promptly did. I then went down on him, giving him oral sex, and tickling his scrotum at the same time. Words tried to come out of his mouth as he raised his head to see what was going on. Within a minute he tried to pull away and said “mum, I am cumming.” I held him tight so he couldn’t withdraw and I took his full load in my mouth and swallowed his hot sticky cum. I loved doing this with Shaun and had missed oral sex for the past few months.
We lay down beside each other and chatted for a while and told Harrison how much he meant to me, sleeping with me and looking after me. I told him I was tired and needed some sleep, so we cuddled up together in bed. Just as I was getting drowsy, I could feel his cock hard again, which was pressing into my butt. He was on his side behind me and the head of his cock was right beside my pussy lips. I wiggled my butt a bit, making his cock much harder, then grabbed it and guided it into me. I told him to push forward and then pull out and keep doing that. My pussy was so wet that his cock slid in and out of my pussy so easily. Before long, he got into a rhythm, and soon deposited a load of hot sticky sperm deep inside me.
I then kissed him deeply and thanked his so much for having sex with me. He told me it was the first time he had ever done that before. One of his girl friends had masturbated him before, but never proper sex. I told him that I needed him to stay with me every night until his father got back from Afghanistan. I also told him that he must never tell anyone what had just happened. He promised me he wouldn’t. Over the next 9 months we had sex nearly every night. I showed him all the sex positions as well as teaching him how to eat out a pussy. By the time Shaun arrived home, he was quite experienced and could last much longer.
It was now February of 2003, and Shaun was due home in three days time. I enjoyed my time with Harrison, but also missed Shaun sorely. I was looking forward to having wild sex with him again, and I am sure, he wanted sex as well. My period was due but I missed it, just hoping that it was a one-off thing. Surely I couldn’t be pregnant. After my husband arrived home, I missed my next period as well, giving me much cause for alarm. I went to see my gynaecologist and she confirmed I was 7 weeks pregnant. I waited another week and told Shaun that I had just fallen pregnant again and that it must have been his sperm build up from Afghanistan that did it. I told him that I was 4 weeks pregnant and we could expect the baby in November. The baby, a wonderful daughter named Candice, was born on 16th November. One week overdue for Harrison but two weeks early as far as Shaun was concerned.
We were both so happy to share the fantastic news and he of course had every reason to believe it was his. Harrison has no idea that he is the father and will never know. That would destroy Shaun and I couldn’t do that to him. That will a secret I will take to my grave. In the meantime, Harrison completed university, has a good job and is happily married.
I am not proud of what id did with my son. As I said earlier, it was not planned in any way. Candice was a gift from heaven and a destiny that was welcomed.