Mommy's Big Boy

his male part was growing at the same rate as the rest of him. She got that answer one day when after knocking on his door to wake him up for school, she walked in to find Dillon had begun to sleep in the nude.
    Grace was stunned when she saw his naked tanned 16-year-old body uncovered. It was slightly rounded with muscles poking out everywhere. His feet looked just like a man's and his hard boy cock was at least six and a half inches and thick. She immediately felt her body flush.
    Tearing her eyes away from Dillon's boy cock, Grace looked up at his face. His eyes were open and staring back at her.
    “It's time to get up for school,” Grace said before slipping out of the room.
    Grace rushed toward her bedroom not knowing how to respond. Closing the door behind her she crawled under the covers. Grace felt her pussy swell thinking about her beautiful boy's naked body and she wanted desperately to touch herself. She couldn't do it though. She knew he was too young to think about in that way.
    Still, his smooth young body and man sized cock were sexier than the sculptures she had seen during her trips to Rome. His Adonis-like face and now curly honey-colored hair were more appealing to her than any she could imagine. And the more she thought about him the more conflicted she got.
    Grace struggled with her desires until in a stroke of desperation, she realized she could replace Dillon's face with his dad's. Suddenly free to release her lust, she pressed her tapered finger over her swollen clit and rubbed it until she moaned to orgasm.
    “Ahhh,” Grace groaned biting onto her pillow to suppress the sound. As she lay there, in the warm afterglow, she knew she wasn't fooling herself. She might have replaced Dillon's face with her boyfriend's, but it was the boy who had so boldly stared at her naked that she truly wanted. And since he could very soon become her son, she knew she was now going to have to keep more of a distance from him.
    Neither one mentioned what had happened when they next saw each other during breakfast. But whereas Grace had a more difficult time looking Dillon in the eyes after that, Dillon's demeanor was unchanged. Within a few weeks Grace gained comfort from Dillon's unaffected behavior and she returned to normal as well. But certainly Grace only knocked on his bedroom door from that point forward.
    When Grace married Dillon's dad, she wasn't sure how Dillon would react. She was expecting for him to at least express some sort of regret that his fantasy could now no longer be fulfilled. But with his usual unexplainable level of maturity, the 17-year-old boy shook his dad's hand and then gave Grace a hug.
    “I guess I should call you Mom now?” Dillon said with a chuckle.
    “I guess you should,” Grace replied with a laugh.
    “Well Mommy, welcome to the family,” he said smiling.
    “Thank you, son,” Grace retorted still chuckling at the idea.
    Grace, now married to his dad, tried to see Dillon as a mother would. Taking a long look up her new tall, muscular, strikingly good looking son, she was amazed that he was the 14-year-old that she had played video games with.
    “You have really turned into quite a man,” Grace admitted.
    “Well, I'm glad you think so, because you helped me to become the person I am,” he said with his full faced smile.
    Grace kept staring at her new son. During the years that she had known him, she was always amazed how he knew exactly the right thing to say. No matter how she felt, Dillon would always say something that made her feel more special than anyone else ever had. And when staring at Dillon in his tuxedo made her heart rate quicken, she knew it was time to walk away from beautiful boy.
    Turning to hug another wedding guest, she peered back at Dillon again. Watching his almost ripened body saunter away, she knew it was time to withdraw even further from him. She loved listening and talking to him, but she was married to his dad now and a clear line had to be drawn. However, staring at her gorgeous new son as he talked to the other guests, Grace knew that it would be one of the hardest things she would ever have to do.

    Grace watched Dillon's manly 18-year-old body as he reached up to the showerhead. His raised arms flattened his belly causing his jeans to drop revealing the top of his firm ass. Looking into the crack Grace, could see that he didn't wear underwear.
    Dillon lowered the wide showerhead staring down into the part that screwed into the