Jonathan’s father, my husband, died suddenly. Tragically. A drunk driver took him away from us. It has been three years and I am still not over his death. I have tried dating. I used the excuse that it is too soon. Depression does that to a person. I think that I am attractive. Men, some married, have shown interest in me. I am just not ready for the dating scene.Jonathan is a Junior in High School. He looks like his father—athletic. Football is his main activity, just like it was for Mark when he was Jonathan’s age. Since his dad’s death, he seems a bit withdrawn. He has a few friends. They often come by to swim in our pool. His grades are just ok. I think he keeps his grades up so he can play football.The house was quiet as I went upstairs for bed. Jonathan’s door was slightly open. kocaeli escort As I walked by, I clearly saw him masturbating. He was laying on his bed, stroking his hard cock. He moaned. He didn’t realize his door was ajar. I should have quietly walked past, yet I was mesmerized. It has been three depressing years since I felt a hard cock, or even seen one! He moaned again and then he caught me watching. He yelled out, “Mom!” As he quickly covered himself with the blankets. I don’t know what drove me to enter his room. I opened his door and told him to relax. Jonathan had a shocked or surprised look on his face. He seemed frozen in place as I pulled the blanket aside revealing his still hard cock.In a scared voice, he said, “Mom, what are you doing?”I touched his cock, darıca escort caressing it softly. My own voice seemed nervous and quiet, “You look just like your father. I miss him so terribly.” He looked at me with sadness, “I miss him as well.” I missed the feeling of giving my husband this pleasure. Closing my eyes, I visualized stroking Mark’s cock as he was falling asleep, leaning over to kiss and suck his nicely sized cock. I loved giving my husband oral sex, feeling his cock grow in my mouth and his moans. I loved how he sounded when I was giving him a blowjob. Then he would cum, his taste was sweet. I enjoyed the feeling of his warm seed in my mouth. I gave him a wonderful blowjob in the morning the day he died. I begin to feel the sadness gölcük escort creep back into my mind.Then Jonathan made a noise, a moan. I came back to reality, realizing I was licking my son’s cock. A moment of doubt crossed my mind, but I was too hungry. I whispered, “Close your eyes son and let mother take care of you.”His moans let me that I still had my oral skills. Jonathan was moaning, his hips began to thrust. His cock slide deeper into my hungry mouth. He moaned again; this time louder. His body stiffened. Then he came, a strong ejaculation. It was at that moment I realized he was holding my head tightly. His father would hold my head firmly, sometimes pulling my hair as he worked his cock into my mouth. I sensed he would be dominant like his father. I licked his cock clean, giving his large cockhead a kiss. Tucked him in and wished him a good night.Once in my bed, I masturbated thinking of my son’s cock and of Mark’s. It was still dark outside, very early in the morning. My son came into the bedroom. He was naked with a huge hard-on.