Love & Letters

Don't Wake Daddy Ch. 01

Before we got married, my husband and I had agreed that if either of us felt there was something missing in our marriage that we would talk about it, and seek it elsewhere if necessary. Over the course of the last 20 years, we had even done so on occasion, in order to fulfill a fantasy or satisfy a curiosity that we didn't want the other involved in. But then... then, he cheated and he didn't tell me about it, and that made me think it was more serious than usual. And so, we fought like cats and dogs.

We tried to keep it from our 18-year-old son, Nick, though. We'd had fights before and always managed to get over them and find each other again. So instead of me throwing plates at his head, we just didn't have sex. At all. For us, this is saying something, since we usually have sex at least once a day if not more, but I'd be damned if I'd let that cock in me again before I knew where else it'd been. Still, for the sake of appearances, we shared our giant king-sized bed, but he slept on the edge of his side and I slept on the edge of mine, and we had a huge swath of emptiness between us.

So those were the sleeping arrangements one night when Nick came into our room and shook my shoulder until I woke up mumbling, "wha? what is it honey?" I squinted up at him. Even without my glasses on I could see that he was fully dressed, "what's goin' on?" I yawned.

"Mom, you have to take me to the hospital." he said, seriously. That woke me up a bit.

"Oh my god, sweetie, what's the matter. What happened? Where the hell are my glasses?" I always put them on the bedside table but I must have knocked them off when I put my book there, as sometimes happens. It was when I was leaning off the edge of the bed feeling around on the floor for them that I noticed he had an erection. A big one.

I found my glasses and put them on and I could see in the pale light coming in from the hallway that he was blushing bright red. "Uhhh... well.. it just. It kinda won't go down." He said, "... and I've tried... you know, and it didn't work and it hurts so much. Mom, can we go to the hospital? Maybe they can do something."

I blushed right back but couldn't quite stop myself from gazing at the tent in his pants, "You've tried..." I made a vague gesture with my hand that managed to make us both blushes even more.

He nodded sheepishly and replied, "Yeah. Four times. It's been this way for hours and it just won't go away. God, it hurts."

My only explanation for what happened next is that I'm absolutely horrible before I've had a long hot shower and some form of caffeine. The fact that he wasn't actually missing a limb or bleeding out had lulled me back into a comfortable level of almost-sleep. Also, it was 3:30 in the morning and my judgement at that time has always been impaired. But for whatever reason, I just automatically leaned forward, saying "Momma will kiss it all better," while pulling down his track pants and kissing the head.

I sort of froze in that position with neither of us breathing and then looked up to see an expression of shock, pain, and awe on Nick's face. I don't know what possessed me -- perhaps it was just tasting precum again after weeks of going without -- but I slowly took the head in my mouth and started to suck on my son's cock, swirling my tongue around and around the head and into the hole at the tip to get more of his precum.

He closed his eyes and moaned, pushing his hips at my face a bit, and I paused long enough to say, "Shhh... don't wake your father," before I took him in my mouth again and sucked him. I stroked the shaft with one hand and cupped his balls in the other, pulling his pants down almost to his knees. After a few bobs up and down I was able to take the whole thing in, gagging a bit before letting it slip into my throat. It felt so good to have a cock in my mouth again.

I just wish it could have lasted longer. After the second or third time I deepthroated he grunted and I felt his warm cum flood my mouth and I kept it there for a moment, just relishing the feeling of it before I swallowed it all down. I licked and kissed the shaft a bit more, sucking it gently to get the last little bit out, before finally letting him go. He was going flaccid, so I said "Looks like we don't have to go to the hospital. Try to get some sleep now, honey, you have school in the morning." I pulled his pants back up and he went off to bed. I quickly fingered myself to a pleasant orgasm and went to sleep.