A Father's Replacement Chapter 2

A Father's Replacement Chapter 2
By Lee Davey
Comments welcome at leedavey1000@gmail.com

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Chapter 2

Jon stood naked in his parents' bedroom, still naked as his mother had refused his repeated requests to dress, and made him sit through his entire meal stark naked. It did he admitted make him extra careful when eating his tomato soup, he certainly did not want to spill any today.

Finally the meal ended with his mother swirling down the last dregs of the large bottle of cheap wine she had opened for the meal. Rising unsteadily to her feet she smiled at her sons hesitant offer to help with the washing up instead telling him to go upstairs and get ready for bed, oh and to get ready for her bed.

Standing awkwardly looking around his parents' room he faintly heard his mother downstairs going through the nightly ritual of locking the house up, strictly speaking unnecessary given the rural location of the old house they rented.

"Have you brushed your teeth dear?"

Jon jumped at the sound of his mother's voice turning he looked at his mother who had made her silent way up the stairs.

"Does that really serve any purpose sweetie, after me helping you out earlier and all?" Shelly asked smiling at her sons' reflexive move to cover his small penis and balls with his hands.

Jon moved his hands knowing that she would simply move them for him if he hesitated. Smiling at his embarrassed face as his small penis was once more exposed to her gaze; she placed a gentle hand on his bare shoulder.

"Now Jon we're all alone tonight. Mary and Sarah are away tonight sleeping over at their friends, and it's just the two of us in this big old house."

"It's OK I'm not scared." Jon replied, apart of you he silently added.

"Yes but I am, Jon. You wouldn't want you mom to be scared all alone in the night would you?" Shelly cajoled her reluctant son, "After all your Dad did say you were going to have to be a man and look after me and your sisters didn't he while he was away overseas?"

That clinched it, if there was one thing guaranteed to get Jon to do anything it was to invoke his father's name. Shelly knew well what buttons to press with all her children; her brutal upbringing had honed her manipulative skills to a razors edge.

Jon slipped under the duvet as his mother indicated he should do. Glad at least to be able to hide his nakedness from his mother at least.

Jon considered for a moment and realised he had not slept in his mother's bed since he was 7, and only then due to a bad nightmare if the worst that happened to him was that he had to sleep here tonight it would not be too bad, would it?.

Despite himself Jon sneaked a peek at his mother as she dis-robed in front of him. He swallowed slowly in rapt interest as he looked at a full grown woman's body, the only one he had ever seen.

Shelly noticed her sons' surreptitious looks and deliberately took her time, hooking her gown over a chair and then slowly undoing her necklace allowing the chain to slip between her large breasts in a provocative manner.

Jon watched fascinated at his mother's body. The only other female body he could really compare was his 6 year old sisters' body that was still unconcerned at being seen naked by her family.

While his older sister Mary was more developed she would literally have beaten him to a pulp if he dared try to sneak a look at her!

One look showed him that there was no comparison between his mother's body and his younger sisters. His mother had breasts for a start, large and tipped with dark brown nipples quite unlike his sisters pale nubbin's and perfectly flat chest.

The real difference began where his mother's hips flared out. He could not help but look at the dark triangle of hair that covered his mother's female bits. He had seen Sarah's bits when she had been bathed but to his eyes it was just a fleshy slit, of no interest to him as far as he could tell. His mother's hair though seemed to hide the promise of hiding so much more than his sister possessed down there.

Shelly turned off the main light leaving the room lighted only by the final few rays of sun peeking around the closed curtains.

For a moment she paused considering what she had done, and what she hoped to do. She loved her children and was by most standards a decent and good mother. She had bathed and touched her children a thousand times and not once had any inappropriate thoughts come to her mind. Yet today she had wanked her son off, and enjoyed it the feel of his small but perfectly formed penis a delight in her hands.

She knew she held different views on sex to the other army wives she normally socialised with. Her troubled upbringing meant that she held no especially high opinion of the importance of sex. By the time she was 16 she had fucked hundreds of men, sometimes she enjoyed it, most times not. To her mind it was just a physical act, something that gave pleasure, and ... and obviously Jon wanted her, all those sideways looks over the past couple of weeks, did he want some pleasure, some joy with his mother?

Still giving into her son and going all the way was wrong. Yet the boy looked so much like his father. A strong man who mastered her in bed and simply took her when the urge took him, not that she minded when he did so, quite the opposite in fact it made her feel wanted, desirable.

Was Jon like his father? It must be he had willingly got into bed and watched her as she undressed. He must want her to do this, and she had never been able to say no. Not when as child prostitute the many clients took her mouth, or up the ass as their moods dictated, nor when her husband had wanted to 'experiment' with clamps and other 'toys'.

Yes it must be true, Jon was a growing boy and in her alcohol fuzzed head he was like all the men she had known, desperate to spend himself in her.

Smiling she slipped in next to Jon and looked at her son as he lay there stock still, his two small hands gripping the edge of the duvet tightly to his pale chest.

Slipping an arm around her son she pulled him to her in a light embrace, the boy motionless unsure of what he should do, the heat from his mother's bare flesh burning his where it touched.

"Did I tell you that your Dad would not be home for another year Jon?" "Yes a couple of weeks ago Mom"
"I miss him so much you know sweety, I love him so much. Do you love him Jon?" she looked deep into her sons eyes as she asked, and kissed him on the forehead as he nodded.

"You remember when your Dad said you were to be the man of the house? You took that really seriously didn't you, and you really want to take his place don't you son?"

"Course mum, a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do" Jon replied parroting the phrase that his father was fond of using.

Shelly paused knowing that something was not right; her head felt funny a haze of confusion blurring her mind.

For a moment she was unsure not just whether to proceed, but how to proceed. Still a lifetime of habit provided her a course of action.

She eased the boys' hands off the duvet and threw it back. Jon lay still naked the whiteness of his body glistened in the moonlight. His chest showed the outline of his ribs, his stomach flat dimpled only by a belly button that poked slightly out. His penis and balls were small and hairless, yet she felt a burst of motherly pride, they looked so cute and sexy in a strange way. They had an attraction that was so often lost in the packages of fully grown man.

Shelly ran her hand down the bony chest dipping a finger into the boys' belly button causing him to squirm. Her fingers trailed further until they reached the boys hairless penis and began slowly to stroke along its length.

"Mom stop that it's not right" Jon protested tears coming to his eyes.

"Well your cock says otherwise sweetie" Shelly replied as her sons small willy hardened under her experienced fingers.

She nuzzled the boys' neck and nipped his earlobe gently before breathing hotly into the boys' ear.

Jon lay stock still not moving an inch fearing what might happen as his mother swung over until she now sat astride the boys thighs. Jon's penis betrayed him; he hated what his mother was doing to him. Despite a passing interest in looking at some girls in truth Jon had little interest in girls or 'sex' as his father had explained to him in an excruciatingly embarrassing talk some 6 months ago.

Yet his penis was definitely hard now and the sensations he could not deny rippling through his groin were overwhelming.

"Uhhhhhhh...Whhhaattttt are you doing Mom" Jon watched in amazement as his mom shifted and bent down until her head her lips beginning to lick and tongue his thingy.

Shelly had leant down intending to deep throat her sons penis, until she realised that that was impossible. Her sons small willy barely penetrated past her teeth. She suppressed a giggle knowing from her time as prostitute that a man's ego was a fragile thing. Still she realised with surprise a small cocklet this size was better. It tasted so good, clean and fresh a small of hint of urine but not too much, unlike his father's larger cock which tasted much muskier and earthier. With relish she nibbled and licked the hardened nubbin her hands slowly caressing her sons trembling flanks.

Judging the moment right Shelly stopped her blow job and knelt over the boys erect penis and lowered her wet opening over the small pole. She sank allowing the pole to enter her, or at least graze the very edges of her much too big vagina. Shelly realised that her son was simply too small in size to really penetrate her.

Still the eroticism of her deeds was bringing her close to an orgasm and by rolling her hips she was able to flick the boys' small cocklet against her clit.

With a grunt she rolled over and positioned Jon atop her, her hands cupping her sons' buttocks pulling the boy into a mockery of a missionary style fucking.

It did not take long until she came, the boys willy's friction on her clit causing her to grunt hotly. Jon's eyes rolled in their sockets, tears trickling down his cheek as he surrendered to his first real sexual orgasm, as he trusted madly into his mother's cunt even without her helping hands. Shelly threw her head back and let out a scream as the first satisfying orgasm since her hubby had left ripped through her.

Breathing Shelly slowly recovered and kissed the now still boy who lay on top of her on his sweat stained forehead and pressed him firmly to her bosom and, "You were magnificent my little stud" she lied reassuringly.

Smiling she lay back her fingers trailing to her own wet pussy and breathed contentedly "like father like son" before slipping into her own sweet dreams.