10.55 Ch. 02

So, there I was, sat on my bed in my bra and panties. My feet were arched, due to the very high heeled shoes on my feet. My tits were again much bigger than in real life, and near bursting out of my bra. I was bent forward slightly, and my mouth was plugged by a huge cock. My eyes were closed and I was sucking with my mouth stretched to the limit. It really was quite vulgar, especially the dribble out of the corner of my mouth.

"Is that supposed to be you?" I asked with a gulp, "you're not that big."

I pushed the drawing away, trying to ignore the feeling deep in my body.

"So, are you scared to draw your face?"

"I don't need to draw my face. The drawings are about a sex life, a fantasy sex life," he replied.

"It's not my fantasy, far from it," I spat.

"No, I said a fantasy sex life, it is just your face I draw in it."

"So, is there no tiny boyfriend then?"

I watched him pick up the paper and he scribbled for a few minutes.

"Do you really want to see him?" he asked.

I could tell by the look in his eyes he was teasing me. I snatched the drawing from him. My eyes quickly scanned the paper and I half gasped when I saw where Adam had drawn him. There he was even smaller than before. My tiny boyfriend's arms were trapped in the cups of my bra. His body was underneath the thin material that held my bra cups together. He was pinned like a fly in a trap with his back against my cleavage. There was no way he could get himself out. His face was turned up, but he was unable to watch his giant girlfriend give her giant son a blow job, because he wore a blindfold!

"Why, is he wearing a blindfold?" I asked faintly.

"Maybe it is better he doesn't know, like in real life."

My eyes shot to my son. Then I looked down and saw Adam's hands slowly pulling the quilt down. My breasts came into view, and then my dark nipples. I looked up at Adam. His eyes were glued to my tits. He was studying them, not in a sexual way, well, not at first.

"Mum, can I draw them, like in the print of the woman on the stairs?"

I knew what my response should be, but my pussy didn't, she was as wet as hell! I couldn't bring myself to say anything, all I did was pull the quilt back up. Adam looked up into my face. He gave me this strange smile, it was almost like he knew I couldn't say yes, but because I hadn't said no, well, then maybe it was okay.

"Mum, I love you," he mumbled, and then left me alone with the drawing on the bed.

I lay there feeling so bloody ashamed of myself. I knew my face was bright red, and that my pussy was ruling my head, but did Adam sense this too!

The blowjob I had given my son didn't really come into it anymore. It was like it never really happened! I was more concerned with wanting to see more drawings of myself.

I stared at the drawings, playing with myself. My eyes kept being drawn to my tiny boyfriend trapped in my bra. It just got me hornier. I whimpered as silently as I could. My eyes danced between all the drawings, as my fingers danced over my pussy. In the end I had to close my eyes, fearing an overload to my brain.

Finally I opened my eyes just my orgasm fell over the edge. There I was, sucking off my son, and barely able to get his cock in my mouth. I let out a whimper as the image burnt into my brain.

I lay there for ages just staring at the ceiling. I fought to keep my eyes open, but finally I surrendered and slept.

When I woke up I jumped. My eyes quickly scanned the bed. I breathed a sigh of relief. What if Frank had returned while I was sleeping? He would surely have come up to see if I wanted anything.

I half chuckled with relief more than anything. God, if Frank found the drawings I couldn't imagine how I would explain their existence to him. No, they had to be destroyed, along with the other sketches Adam would bring home in the week. I wouldn't even look at them I told myself. I slipped the drawings back in my underwear drawer, right at the bottom face down. I went into the shower just as Frank came home.

After we had eaten Frank took Adam to football practice. I resisted the urge to go to my underwear drawer. Well, for 20 minutes! I fingered my pussy in my panties, as I looked at the drawing where I was doing the same thing in front of people, who had crowded round watching me. I never had a chance to finish myself off, because Frank came back. Fumbling fingers struggled to get the drawings put back in their hiding place. Finally I slammed the drawer shut, just as my boyfriend announced his arrival to an empty lounge.

"I'm up here," I called.

I slipped my arms around his neck and kissed him. It was more of an attempt to cover my blushes than a loving gesture. Still, I was horny, and now in need of a right fucking. With my head full of Adam's drawings I pulled Frank on top of me. I took his hand and put it on my panties. He pulled back a little, and then I remembered why.

"It wasn't my period. I just felt a little ill I think."

He smiled and pushed his fingers down my panties.

"God, you are wet," Frank moaned.

"Then fuck me damn it," I hissed in his ear.

He started fumbling with my panties, and I lifted my ass off the bed. He was now staring at my soaked pussy.

"Lick me first, please?" I asked, as I held his shoulders down.

"You really are wet," he said with a gulp.

I knew why he was holding back.

"Look, I am not your ex wife. Just lick me, I need it."

His tongue made little tentative swipes. It was just like he had tasted something he didn't like. I'm afraid I was far more turned on than Frank, I suppose that didn't help, but he was holding back and it was winding me up. Grabbing his head and pulling him against my pussy had him recoiling.

"Oh shit," I mumbled under my breath.

"Eve, I'm sorry, I guess, I..."

"Frank, this isn't bloody fair. I told you I wouldn't fool around on you. Just because she did, not all women are like your ex bloody wife!" I snapped.

"Sorry, I know you're not," he mumbled.

"Look, just fuck me then, I'm so bloody horny."

He pushed into me and seemed to relax a little.

"I'm sorry, I just saw her when I dropped Adam off at football. She was stood outside her house with him."

I was trying to ignore what he was saying. I pulled his hips and tried to concentrate on myself. He still seemed a little reserved.

"I won't cheat on you. I'm not like her. I haven't got a string of men waiting for you to go out the door. Now just give it to me, please?"

He started pumping harder and grunting in my ear. I heard him gulp and choke a little, but he seemed a little more enthusiastic.

"Do you promise you won't?" he mumbled faintly, "I know I'm not the best."

His words seemed to gnaw in my head. Now and then he would have these insecure thoughts. Okay I did cheat once, but that was before I thought we were going to get anywhere.

His hips were getting faster and faster. All of a sudden he was losing control.

"Frank, it is fine, good, just keep going like that," I encouraged, with a pant.

"You would tell me if you ever thought about going with someone else, wouldn't you?" he grunted.

"What like her?" I quipped.

As soon as I said that he whimpered, but his cock thrust deeper and he started panting.

He lifted his head and then I saw the far away look in his eyes. He was turned on far more than I realised. From what he was like just 5 minutes ago I couldn't believe it. Then it all fell into place, well some of it. I couldn't be sure, but after what I had been told that I thought was a lie, well, it seemed to bring the doubt that I had hidden back to life.

"Frank? Did Wendy ever fuck in front of you?"

He didn't need to say anything he just grunted and filled my pussy, as his whole body trembled.

"So, she kicked you out when she found someone better, is that right? You fucking well liked it. She fucked in front of you and you liked it!" I snapped.

I pushed him off and sat up. He was bright red and he looked so shocked. He sat at the end of the bed and whimpered.

"I couldn't help it. It, it just turned me on. But I don't want that with you, I swear I don't," he mumbled.

Even now I didn't believe him. All respect for him had vanished, I felt sorry for him, but only because he was so pathetic. Mr Mouse was probably right for him now, just thinking that got my mind racing. Several people had seen his wife carrying on with guys in a nightclub. Some even said they had seen men coming out of Frank's house in the early hours of the morning. So, was Frank there all along?

"I want you to leave. Frank, I'm sorry, but get some help before you try another relationship."

He nodded slightly, as he dressed slowly with his head held low. I could feel tears in my eyes, but not because our relationship was at an end. The tears rolled because I felt sorry for him.

"So, those things I've heard are true, about you watching her with other men?"

Again he nodded. I suppose he must have heard what was going around about him, one way or the other.

"Eve, you won't tell anyone why we ended, will you?" he asked quietly.

"No, don't worry, we'll just say we went as far as we could and it wasn't working out."

I gave him a little sympathetic smile, just to try and reassure him.

"Did you ever think of asking me to go with anyone else?"

He stopped and looked at me with red watery eyes.

"No, I never wanted to, but the thought was there, sometimes," he replied.

I sat there on the bed and listened for the door to shut, it did, quietly. Again I thought about my son's nickname for Frank. Did Adam know something about Frank and what his ex got up to, or was it just a coincidence?

It was surprising how quickly I got over Frank. I suppose we didn't have a future anyway, even with or without knowing about his past as a cuckold. I did feel sorry for him and I did want him to sort it out, whatever made him feel that way. Anyway, for some reason the whole experience made me feel more at ease about Adam's drawings. Over the next couple of days I kept going to my underwear drawer, and not just for clean panties or a bra!

"I'm going to get the drawings from dad's house tomorrow. Mum, do you want to see them, or shall I just get rid of them?"

How could I respond to this question without making it obvious just how much I wanted the sketches? I settled for a quick grin and a wink at Adam. He smiled and winked back.

Wednesday arrived and so did the butterflies in my stomach. Adam was due home in a few hours, and I told myself off for the constant wet feeling between my legs. I was fine and calm and in control, until he phoned.

"I've got them, I'll be home in 20 minutes," he said, like it was some secret mission we were on.

"Okay, hurry darling."

I put the phone down and cursed myself. Why the hell did I tell him to hurry! I sounded just as eager to see them as he was to show them to me. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, now I was ruffling my bloody hair. God, it was my son coming home, not a lover! But what he had in his possession had my palms sweaty and my heart racing!

"I could only bring 4 drawings. I sort of censored the other 4."

I looked across the table at him.

"Adam, I told you to get them all, I don't want your dad or that bitch finding them. Look, I've seen what you draw. I'm not going to be shocked, well, not now I mean."

His eyes seemed to be judging me for a second, as he chewed the last of his sandwich.

"I haven't brought them, so it doesn't matter, does it?"

"Look, your father is coming home early. He said he would take you to see the new Bond film."

"Dad doesn't live here anymore, he lives with Ruby now."

I had a habit of saying stuff like that. It still hurt that he had walked out for some tart way younger than me.

Adam pulled his bag up from the floor. He pulled out the first drawing and slid it across the table to me. Already my breathing had changed a little. The first drawing was of my breasts, they filled the whole page. I felt a little disappointed, but when I looked closer I saw the red blemish, just to the right of my left nipple. I noticed that he had drawn my nipples erect. He even got that right, the slight up turn that they had.

"You really do have an eye for detail," I mumbled, genuinely shocked that he had remembered everything.

He slowly put the next drawing down on top of the first. The drawing had been coloured in.

"Mum, I know you and Mister, I mean Frank have split up. But this was done a few weeks ago," Adam said apologetically.

My eyes trailed over the drawing. I wanted to savour every pencil mark and every detail. So, there I was sat in my lounge in this drawing. It looked like Adam had drawn it sat on the floor in front of me, just where the video cabinet would be. I recognised the skirt and the sky blue panties from the day Adam looked up my skirt. Again my boobs were drawn bigger than they should be, and I had a very deep cleavage and rock hard nipples. My lips seemed fuller too, and Adam had put a real deep red lipstick colour on them. I looked back between my open legs at my panties. Adam had drawn a darker patch where I assumed I was turned on. I looked back up at my face.

"What am I smiling at?"

"Look at your left shoe," Adam replied.

My eyes dropped to the bottom of the sketch. I shifted a little uncomfortably in the chair. When I had glanced over the drawing earlier, it just looked like the shadow of something. But now I could see it was a tiny arm sticking out from under my shoe.

"Have, I squashed him?" I mumbled, almost afraid to ask.

"No, he wanted to watch the cricket, and you wanted to watch a chick flick. You just trapped him there that is why you are smiling.

The next drawing was put in front of me. I was stood under the light of a lamppost at night. My leg was bent and my foot level with my ass against the lamppost. My skirt had a split in it to the top of my thigh, and my stocking top and suspender strap was showing. The drawing was done from the side view, and my hand was on my hip, with smoke floating up from the cigarette in my fingers. Again I had huge breasts, and a tight top that Adam had coloured red, matching my mouth and red painted finger nails. My long brown hair was plumped up in big curls it looked a little messy too, but in a sexy way.

"So, I take it I'm a prostitute?" I asked quietly.

Adam didn't answer me. He slid the next drawing over the top of previous one.

"This drawing follows on from the last," Adam offered.

I took a deep breath, as my fingers touched the paper. My eyes scanned over the drawing. There I was wearing the same outfit. I was bent into the driver's side of a car, the door was wide open and my head was in the driver's lap. My right hand was holding the car door open, as well as clutching a fistful of notes. My skirt had been tugged up and the driver had his hand down the back of my red panties. The outline his fingers made in my panties was right where my asshole would be.

My heart was racing as I took in every small detail that Adam had sketched.

So, there I was, a prostitute, giving the driver a blow job as well as clutching the money he had paid me. For the first time I looked at the driver's face. His head was tipped back against the headrest and his mouth was open wide.

"Adam, is that your father?" I choked, staring at the face in the drawing.

"Shit! Dad's here," Adam said in a panic.

We scrambled the drawings back into his folder.

"Do you want to see the other drawings, the drawings I censored? I can get them Friday afternoon."

I turned his head to me, and with a pounding heart I kissed him forcing my tongue into his mouth. As I moved away I waited anxiously for his reaction. His shock quickly turned to a smile, and I grinned back feeling a little embarrassed.

My eyes drifted out of the window as Adam went to his father's car. Ruby had gotten out, and she gave Adam a big hug. My hand went up to my mouth, because as they parted they held hands briefly, and she grinned at him. Even from behind my net curtains, I could see the way her eyes devoured my son!

I slumped down in the chair wondering about my son and her. Now I realised why he defended her from time to time. Okay, they got on, but why the little squeezing hand thing?

As I lay in bed that night I heard Adam come in. I had calmed down now enough to stop myself from jumping down his throat, about holding hands with that cow!

The following day he was up before me, and he had gone to school before I got up.

On Friday as I walked through the shops, I couldn't get Adam out of my head. I went into a department store toilet. I fingered myself thinking about Adam, until I was interrupted by a couple of women that came in.

My head was full of the drawings again, but more of what Adam thought of his mother. I told myself to behave, and the wicked thoughts I was having about Adam should be instantly dismissed, but then again, I had given him a blow job, and deep down I fucking well enjoyed it! My mind pictured his cock in my mouth as I walked through the store. I could feel my panties sticking to my pussy with every step I took. 20 minutes later I was in the butcher's shop. I half chuckled at the jumbo sausage, which quickly turned to my son's dick.

Back out on the street with the Jumbo sausage in my bag, I put an extra wiggle in my walk. My braless boobs bounced around demanding attention, and they got it!

Once I got home I decided that Adam was going to get to fuck his mummy. I just wanted him more and more, and now what the hell! Seeing his father had run off with that silly little tart then surely I could have what I wanted! As I got changed into something a little sexier, I had to resist the urge to touch myself. Deep down, I knew that if I did go over the edge and orgasm, then I would start having doubts about seducing Adam.

I could tell by the little smirk on Adam's face he liked what he saw. It gave me confidence to smile at him and hold his hand as I kissed his cheek. I found myself eyeing him up as he got a coke from the fridge. I knew girls found him attractive, but now I was looking at him as they probably did. He had wavy blonde hair and lovely green eyes. He had a nice deep tanned body and one of those friendship bands on his left wrist that Maria, a schoolgirl, had given him. Poor Maria, she died from a drugs overdose or something a few months ago. Adam was into surfing and sports, and he was fast getting quite an athletic body. Although we never talked about sex, I guessed he was no longer a virgin. Still if he was, then surely he wouldn't mind his mum helping him out!

"I saw two of your friends in town today," I said, as I crossed my legs.

"Yeah, Zack told me he saw you. He fancies you mum, all my friends do."

Again that little cheeky smile rolled over his lips. I grinned to myself at the way he was looking my legs up and down.

"Oh, do they now?" I asked suggestively, fixing him in the eye and still grinning at him.

I stood up and slowly made my way in front of him. My hands locked behind my back and I swayed a little from side to side. We just gave each other sexy little grins. He slowly looked me over. I watched amused, but very turned on, as his eyes travelled up from my yellow court shoes, up my honey coloured stockings, and then to my yellow sun dress with the blue flower print.

"That was your father's chair," I stated with my hands now on my hips, as I swivelled my left foot on the thin heel of my shoe.

"So? He's not here anymore," he replied.

I put my feet either side of his outstretched legs, with my legs touching his. I put my hair behind my left ear and gave him a coy smile. I slowly inched myself forward until my knees were either side of his thighs. His eyes were staring at the buttons that held my dress together down the centre. I lowered my knees onto the chair straddling his thighs, until I was sat on his lap facing him. His eyes took in the straining buttons on my dress. He swallowed and reached for the bottom button. I gave him a little encouraging groan as the first button sprang from the button hole. I wondered if he could feel the wetness soak through my panties and probably his school trousers! Another button opened up and I looked at Adam's face. He was concentrating, taking in the sight of more and more of his mother's legs, as they came into view. The third button popped open and he pushed my dress open, like they were curtains on a stage. I pulled my fingers through his school tie. My eyes followed my fingers until I reached the end of his tie.