It all started when he came home drunk the other night, and passed out on the couch. I love my son very much, so naturally I had to protect him as best as I can. I figured I'd get rid of all the evidence of his bad judgement, and keep it a secret from his father. He probably would've screamed and hollered at our boy, and make him feel worse than he would from the next morning's inevitable hangover. I bet he would've even taken the car away that he bought for him, and forbidden him to hang out with his friends anymore. My husband is awful at being a disciplinarian- he's way too strict, and sometimes I think he just gets off on taking his sexual inadequacies out on our son.

The kid was just out celebrating his graduation from middle school. Yeah, he got carried away and got himself drunk, but boys will do that at his age. The headache that I knew he'd have the next morning would be punishment enough, and I planned on having a talk with him. A reassuring, and understanding discussion would help make him realize how bad (and illegal in his case) alcohol is for a person. My husband (his father) wasn't gonna be home for at least four more hours (late-worker), so I figured it shouldn't be too hard to keep the incident from him. But first, I had to get rid of the evidence.

I took the empty bottle of beer he dropped on the living-room floor and threw it in the trash. Then I took the trash outside. Next, I half- carried, half-dragged my son to his room. (I'm a big woman- strong, not fat.)

I flipped on the light switch and layed him down as gently as I could on his bed. I started removing his clothing, preparing him for bed. I took off his sneakers, jacket, sweatshirt, and then I got to his pants. I didn't want to invade my son's privacy, but I knew he always slept in his t-shirt, underwear, and socks, and I had to make everything look natural just in case his father came in to check on him when he gets home. (The two of them don't get along very well, and my husband sometimes goes looking for an excuse to yell at our boy. If he saw our son was in bed fully dressed, then my husband probably would have said that the boy intended to sneak out of the house later on during the night, or some equally stupid reason for shouting at him.)

I unbuckled my son's pants, but as I was pulling them down, his massive erection poked me through his underwear. It hit me right in the face. I was quite startled, as I pulled the rest of his pants off and tossed them in his laundry basket. As I looked upon his tent, I felt an involuntary twinge in my pussy. My cunt began getting wet, and I had this undeniable urge to look at my handsome son's big, virile cock. My son was totally unconscious -thanks to the alcohol- so I figured there'd be no harm, and no one would ever know.

I got down on my knees so I could get a real good look at it. I was trembling with an unknown excitement as I slowly lowered my son's under- wear. GASP! It was magnificent! I hadn't seen it in such a long time, and it sure had grown! It had to be about seven inches, and he was only still a boy! (I've seen bigger on grown men, but it's been a loooong time. He's certainly bigger than his father.) I just had to touch his huge thing, standing up so big and proud at only fourteen years of age......(cont)