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CHAPTER SEVEN

The tension in the Shelton household continued, and things were especially icy and uncomfortable between Carly and her daughter, Julie.

Tom knew that things would not continue this way much longer. If his mother wouldn't see the light on her own, it was up to him to help her realize the error of her ways, he told himself.

About a week after his exciting suck and fuck session with his sister, Tom knew the time had come. It was perfect. He and his mother were home alone.

Julie had been spending more and more time away from home lately. This particular evening, she was at her best friend's house where she would be staying overnight.

At dinner with his mother, Tom deliberately put on an act of being depressed. He ate little and said nothing until she spoke to him, and then he responded to the beautiful woman with monosyllabic answers.

It wasn't like him. Knowing his mother as well as he did, Tom knew that she would be worried about him. Her worry and concern played a most important part in his plan.

"What's wrong, Tom? You're so quiet. You just don't seem like yourself," Carly finally asked her son as he refused dessert and began to rise from the table, as if to leave.

"It's nothing, Mom," he said with his eyes cast downward. Really, he thought to himself, I should get an Academy Award for this.

"But you act so, I don't know, depressed," Carly said with motherly concern.

Tom felt like laughing. Depressed? Far from it! If anything, he felt excited about what was about to happen, but he had to hide his excitement from her or everything would be ruined.

"I'm all right, but I am tired. I think I'll go to my room and read for a while and then I'll go to bed," he said heavily, as if carrying the weight of the world on his young shoulders. He moved away from his mother.

Carly stared after her son, wondering what was wrong with him. She rose and began to clear the table, rinsing the dishes off in the sink. She was about to wash the dishes when she paused, still thinking about Tom and the odd way he was acting. Something about his last words to her bothered her greatly, and then she realized what it was.

He had said he intended to read for a while and then go to bed. But, in fact, the boy rarely read, and Carly had never known him to go to bed so early.

I'd best go upstairs and check on him, she thought, leaving the dishes as she headed out of the kitchen toward the boy's bedroom.

Carly had never known her son to act so moodily. It was clear to her that something was troubling him. As his mother, it was her responsibility to find out what it was and help him if she could. Carly had always taken great pride in being a good mother.

As she approached her boy's door, she heard sound of heavy breathing. Alarmed, she pushed the door open and walked into his room without knocking.

The woman stopped dead in her tracks and let out a startled gasp.

"Oh, Tommy!" she cried in surprise, her eyes going wide.

Tom was lying naked on his bed, and his hand was pumping up and down his stiff cock.

As soon as he saw his mother, Tom's hand stopped moving, and he rolled over on the bed to hide his nakedness from her. Again, he grinned since she could not see his face.

"I-I didn't mean to invade your privacy," Carly stammered, confused by the rush of feelings that swept through her at the sight of her boy's naked body and huge hard-on. She was shocked by the size of his prick which was even longer than his father's.

Carly started to leave the boy's room as he remained silent, facing away from her toward the wall, but then she squared her shoulders, telling herself that a good mother would stay and talk this out.

As she moved closer to the bed and to her son, she felt a twinge in her clit, but she refused to let herself think about that. She sat down on the side of the bed and put her arm across her son's shoulders.

"I know you're troubled about something, Tommy, dear. Does what you were, uh, doing have anything to do with what's been bothering you?" she asked him, trying to make her voice as gentle and unaccusing as possible.

"Yes," Tom said weakly.

"Are you upset because you think that it's wrong to do, uh, what you were doing?" she asked.

"No! I know that there's nothing wrong with jerking myself off!" Tom said emphatically.

Carly gasped at her son's words.

"What bothers me," Tom continued, "is what I was thinking about while I was jerking off."

"Oh, you mean sexual fantasies. Well, I wouldn't worry too much about that, dear…"

"That's not what I mean, Mom. It's who I was thinking about that bothers me," Tom said mysteriously.

"Oh. Well, why don't you tell me about it?" Carly asked, her voice trembling. "Was it some young girl at school?"

"No, that wouldn't bother me at all! I was thinking of a guy." Tom lied. In truth, the horny youngster had been thinking about his beautiful, sexy mother but he couldn't tell her that or the uptight woman would run screaming from his room.

Carly gasped again. This seemed to be her night for surprises. She forced herself to sound calm as she spoke.

"Well, Tom, I know that sometimes a boy your age can have a crush on a friend…"

"That's not it, Mom. You still don't understand. I'm not talking about a friend my age," Tom said, thinking that his mother was responding so letter-perfect to his words that it was as though he had handed her a script of how their conversation should go and she had, memorized every word.

"Who-who is this guy?" she asked haltingly.

"One of my teachers," Tom told her.

"Oh, Tommy," she said, beginning to relax for the first time since she had entered her son's room. "That's nothing to worry about. Your teacher is an authority figure and you look up to him and there's nothing wrong…"

"No, Mom, it isn't like that at all! It's much more than a dumb crush!" the boy said.

"Tommy… what-what are you trying to tell me?" Carly asked breathlessly.

"Something happened between this teacher and myself," Tom said, wishing he could see the expression on his mother's face. But it was important to keep his face turned away from her… for now at least.

"Good God, Tommy! Are you telling me that this man. This pervert forced you to…"

"No, Mom, you still don't get it! I'm the one who tried to seduce him," Tom said evenly.

Of course, the boy was lying through his pearly white teeth. Tom had never made it with another male, and he had never wanted to. The very idea made him sick to his stomach.

"What?" Carly shrieked.

"I really had my work cut out for me to talk him into it, Mom. I knew he wanted me just like I wanted him. But, at first, he was afraid that he'd get canned if we got caught. But I just started talking pretty and pretty soon he forgot all about his fears. The first few times, we even did it in his classroom," Tom said.

"The first few times?" Carly yelled, hardly able to believe her own ears.

"Sure, we've made it together lots of times, Mom. That's what's been bothering me. I hate the idea of being gay, but I know that I must be or I wouldn't get off on making it with my teacher so much," the boy said.

Carly sat there in stunned silence for a few minutes, her mind racing as it frantically tried to take in everything she had just heard. "Maybe you've got me so confused, I just don't know what you're saying. Have you ever, uh, made it with a girl?" she asked.

"No, and I don't want to! The very idea of a pussy leaves me cold," Tom lied, feeling half sick at the very idea of being a pervert, yet knowing it was for a good cause.

"Well," Carly hemmed, at a loss for words. This problem was far beyond anything she had expected to hear from her young son. "Maybe someday you'll meet the right girl and fall in love with her and…"

"Yuk! No way!"

"Try not to jump to conclusion, dear," Carly soothed, her motherly instincts taking over once again. "After all, you say you've never done it with a girl before."

"Right. And I have no intention of making it with a girl. It just doesn't appeal to me, Mom. That's how I know I'm gay. And I won't want to be! I feel like such a weirdo! A queer! A pervert! I want to be normal and I know I can't be!"

A forbidden thought burst into Carly's mind. It was too perverse, too sick. But, as she sat there with her troubled son, the thought persisted. Ralph had been gone for a while now, and Carly wasn't used to going so long without fucking, for she and her husband had enjoyed a very active sex life together until that fateful night.

Yes, it had been a long time between fucks for Carly. Too long. And, if she hadn't already been painfully aware of that disquieting fact, her burning pussy would have let her know.

Her cunt was burning and itching furiously. She knew she needed a good fuck. She also knew that her dear son was in real trouble. It was up to her, as his mother, to take matters into her own hands and help him, if it were at all possible to rescue him.

Carly was absolutely certain that the young man was not gay. She had raised two normal kids, and Tom was far to masculine and powerful in appearance to ever be mistaken for being gay. She knew that Tom could not possibly be gay, in spite of his little fling. If said fling had ever really taken place. She could hardly tell from his words.

Yes, Carly knew that her son was completely normal. But he didn't seem to know that, and that was the real problem. He would always think of himself as abnormal unless someone helped him. And if his own loving mother could not help him, then who could? And who had a greater responsibility to him than his own mother?

Carly moved her hand slowly down the boy's naked back. She hesitated at the base of his spine for a second, and then she brought her hand over his firm, rounded asscheeks, enjoying the way they felt.

The woman slipped her hand beneath the boy's midsection and touched his hard cock with the tips of her fingers. She pressed his prick gently, and the throbbing response of the big cock turned her on even more.

"Please turn over, darling," she said, surprised by the husky quality in her voice.

"I can see that you want to help, Mother, but believe it, it's hopeless," Tom said, trying to keep the lust out of his voice.

"Now, darling, I am your mother, and there are times when I know what's best for you. Please just do what I tell you to," she said.

Tommy let out an exaggerated sigh and turned over. His hard cock jutted up from his groin and then flopped onto his flat tummy. It gave a little responsive jerk as his mother gazed hotly at it.

"You're so big," she husked, "like your father. I think your dick is even longer than his and just as thick."

Tom was tempted to tell his mother that he knew for a fact that his cock was indeed longer than his father's, for Julie had told him so and who should know better? But he restrained himself. Things were going too well to fuck them up now.

"Yeah, my teacher, well, he really liked my big cock, too, turned him on I guess," the boy lied, wanting to egg the woman on.

Carly took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. She was surprised by the jolt of jealousy she felt.

"Yes, well… I want you to know that girls – and women – like big cocks too, and they especially like cocks that are nice and thick the way yours is," she said.

She moved her hand to her son's cock and ran her palm over the long, thick prick. Then she wrapped as much of her hand as possible around the cockshaft just below the rim of the flared prickhead.

She tightened her grip and her pussy drooled sake felt the throbbing and pulsing of the boy's blood as it coursed through the swollen veins in the cockshaft. She felt more and more fuck juice seep into her clit as she turned on royally. She hadn't felt this horny in years. She moved her legs against each other and her cuntlips pressed against each other. They felt slick and slippery as they moved hotly together.

She brought her other hand to the boy's balls and cupped them. As she held the wrinkled sac, the fleshy globes shrank up against the base of the cockshaft.

"Looks to me like your cock likes what I'm doing to it," she said throatily.

"It's not my cock, Mom, it's what I'm thinking about that's turning me on," Tom said.

"What are you thinking, dear?" Carly asked with a smile, hoping that her son was thinking about her.

"I'm thinking about that teacher and his big cock," Tom said, watching his mother closely for her reaction.

"Please try to forget about him for now, Tommy, and let me help you," Carly said with a sigh.

"Nothing against you, Mom, I know you're trying really hard to help me and I do appreciate it but I think I need more help than you're giving me," Tom said.

Carly thought for a moment. Her son was absolutely right, she finally told herself. This was an extreme case. And drastic measures were needed. It was evidently up to her to convince him he was a real man. It would take more than a hand job to do that.

She bent her head to his crotch and gripped the base of his big cock with one hand. Then she put her mouth over the head of her son's stiff prick and ran her tongue all over the smoothly stretched skin.

She made a tight seal with her lips on the cockshaft and increased the suction of her mouth. Then the woman moved down the trembling prickshaft. When half was buried in her mouth, she felt the head of the big cock bumping against the back of her mouth. She moved back up to the prickhead and swiveled her mouth.

She made another downward stroke on the boy's big prick and then returned to the head of his cock and bobbed rapidly back and forth. She felt the cock grow even harder against her lips as she sucked.

Carly pressed her hand more firmly against Tom's balk and the boy arched his hips up toward her. As she worked her mouth up and down on his cock, the flow of juices in her cunt increased. She was feeling hotter and wetter by the second, and her own desires made her suck him faster and harder.

"Unnhh," Tom moaned, rolling his head back on the bed and closing his eyes.

"You're doing real good, Mom, but it's no use."

Carly was stung by the boy's words. She slipped his cock out of her mouth.

"I'm sorry, Son. I was doing the best I could. Maybe… maybe, you should tell me how to do it the way you like best," she said earnestly, eager to do whatever was necessary to help her son. And she was just as eager to do anything that might relieve the relentless burning deep in her little cunt.

"Well… okay, I guess I could do that," Tom said slowly. "First, Mom, try to make it as soft as you can when you suck my prick. When you sucked me hard, it didn't feel as good to me as when you did it real soft and gentle, like a tease."

"Oh. Do you mean like this?" Carly asked as she bent her head to her son's cock once again.

She put her mouth over the cockhead and, keeping only the lightest touch of her lips, started moving her head up and down. She licked the big thick cock, going faster with each stroke.

"Yeah, Mom, that's the right touch all right but now you're starting to go too fast. That take it slow and easy so that every stroke feels just a tiny bit better than the one just before it," Tom instructed.

A part of Carly resented her young son giving her instructions on how to suck cock when she had been sucking Ralph's for years. But she was eager to please her son, and herself in the process. She held back any angry retorts that, sprang to her mind, and concentrated instead on sucking Tom's prick just the way he liked.

She slowed down now and Tom again arched his hips, fucking his prick into her mouth. She worked her way up and down his prick with her mouth, and she could feel the turgid prick growing harder inside her mouth.

"Is that the right way?" she asked, slipping his cock out of her mouth.

"Yeah, Mom, that's it. And one other thing… it feels really good if you get my prick all wet with your spit. Then, make a kind of ring with your thumb and forefinger. Don't press too hard with your fingers, but just let them follow your mouth," Tom said.

"Oh, okay," Carly said with a smile. "And every once in a while, pull your mouth away from my prick and wrap your hand around the head and moved it around, but not too much," Tom said.

"And not so much so that the saliva dries out, right?" Carly asked.

"Right. You got it!" Tom said and they both laughed.

Carly eagerly moved her mouth back to the boy's cockhead, licking all around and over. Then she licked up and down the full length of his cock, wetting his prick thoroughly with her saliva, just the way he had instructed her.

When the entire prick was wet and shiny, she made a ring with her thumb and index finger. She couldn't possibly get them all the way around the thick cockshaft. She moved her hand so that her fingers covered all of the underside and part of the rest of the cock.

As she moved her mouth up the prickshaft, she followed with her fingers, which moved easily on the spit-slickened cock. When she reached the prickhead with her hungry mouth, she moved her face almost all the way off so her fingers could graze over the sensitive pleasure strand.

"Aaaarghhh," Tom groaned, trying to keep his desire in check. He tried to keep up the act of feeling nonchalant about the whole thing. In truth, though, having his own mother suck him off was the greatest thrill of his young life.

Carly's mouth moved down the quivering cockshaft again, and then back. This time, she took her mouth all the way off his prick and wrapped her hand around the slick, bulbous cock-knob. She rotated her hand, back, and forth.

She looked at her son when she sent her hand back to the base of his cock.

"You're a quick learner, Mom. That was pretty good," Tom said. He didn't want to tell her that he had almost come on the spot.

"Good. I-I enjoyed it, too, Son," Carly admitted shyly.

"What do you know about the underside of a guy's cock?" Tom asked her now.

"Well, I know that it's very sensitive," Carly said.

"Have you ever used your tongue on that part of Dad's cock?" the boy asked eagerly.

"Sure. Your father loved that," Carly responded, feeling a pang of sadness.

"I love it too, Mom!"

Carly moved her head back to her son's cock and bobbed up and down on his cockhead for a few seconds. Then she moved her mouth around to the underside of Tom's prick and flicked her tongue across as fast and hard as she possibly could.

"Unnnhhh," Tom groaned.

Feeling pleased and very proud of her cock licking abilities, Carly continued to lash the underside of the boy's cock with her tongue. She felt the hard rod of his prick beginning to tremble violently.

"Awwwww, shiiiit, nooo!" Tom cried, sitting up and puffing his prick away from his mother's mouth. As quickly as he could, he put hi fingers against the underside of his prick and his thumb on the topside of his cockhead. Then he pressed them together, his face wearing a strained expression.

He released the pressure and then pinched his cock again, harder this time. He repeated the move, harder still. Finally, he took his hand away from his prick and let out a long sigh. He breathed deeply and looked at his mother who was watching him with a stunned expression on her beautiful face.

"Whew! That was a close one!" the boy breathed.

"I'm amazed that you know how to do that," Carly said, her voice filled with admiration.

Carly's nostrils flared.

"But, son," she said now, trying to keep her voice calm and even, "you didn't have to stop yourself from coming. You could have come!"

The woman felt cheated. She had been hoping for a big mouthful of her son's cum.

"Thanks, Mom. It's not that I didn't think it would be okay with you," the boy said. "It's just that the idea of coming inside a woman's mouth really turned me off."

Actually the youngster had been dying to unload his cum inside his mother's sexy mouth.

But he was afraid he would not be able to continue to fool her if he had done that. She would have seen how excited and turned on he was as he came inside her mouth and she would have known he was just acting. Then she would not have let him fuck her.

If that happened, she would go right back to her prudish ways, the family would still be spilt apart by her upright ways, and all of Tom's efforts would have been in vain.

No, he told himself now, I can't possibly let my mom see just how much I'm getting off on all this shit until I get her to let me fuck her. But it's gotta be her idea. That's the only way she'll go for it, just like she thinks that this little blowjob was her idea, when it was really mine.

"Okay, Mom, you can go back to sucking my cock now, if you want," the boy said. "Doesn't matter to me."