If It’s Really What He Needs

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*****All events and characters are entirely fictional.*****

*****All characters are eighteen years of age or older.*****

Chapter 1:

Walter and Abigail Preston had been discussing gift ideas for their son, Lucas, for several weeks now. They considered all the usual things that a young man might want for his eighteenth birthday. Were there any new gaming consoles being released? Did he already have studio-quality headphones or earbuds? What about a new computer or smart phone? Nothing seemed sufficient for the occasion. None of these items could appropriately convey the significance of this milestone. None of them said, “You are a man now. Congratulations!”

The couple knew they would have to get creative to make Luke’s birthday truly memorable. While Lucas would certainly enjoy material goods, those alone felt too impersonal. Abby and Walt gave him a premium pair of headphones and a smart phone on his big day, agreeing that they needed to spend some time looking for a more fitting gift for their son, even if it was a week or two late. Maybe conversations with him would reveal subtle clues, they thought. If Lucas wanted anything in particular, he wasn’t dropping any hints, as far as his parents could see. He had always been grateful for everything that his parents provided. They were on their own to find an answer. Was there anything else they could do to surprise him?

Lucas leaned into the kitchen, spotting his mother standing at the sink. Abigail had finished washing the dishes and was now preparing her coffee. She was wearing a soft pink robe, tied loosely around the waist by a flat belt. She turned to greet her son. Lucas took the opportunity to steal a glance at his mom. Her robe was thin, and the material was sheer. Abigail was not wearing a bra, and the outline of her breasts could be seen through the robe.

“Morning son!”

“Good morning.”

“You’re up earlier than usual. Are you having breakfast before you head out today?”

“Yeah. It’s Friday, so I have tennis practice after school. I’m going to need as many calories as possible today.”

Luke moved in next to his mother and reached up for the cabinet, retrieving a box of bran flakes with raisins. He opened the next cabinet over and pulled a bowl down, too. He poured the cereal and milk and took his breakfast to the table.

“I know your birthday was two weeks ago, but is there anything else you would have wanted? Anything special?”

“I’m not sure mom. I think I’m okay, really. The stuff you and dad already gave me on my birthday is great.”

Abigail looked back over her shoulder at Lucas. His eyes were wandering along her body. Abby couldn’t help but smirk a little.

“You’re sure there’s nothing else we can get you? Anything you want to do?”

Abby leaned forward and grabbed her son’s empty cereal bowl. As she lifted it, Lucas looked up at her chest. The top of her robe gapped open. The valley between her breasts was exposed. Lucas was caught off-guard. He found himself shamelessly staring at the plump mounds in front of his face. It only occurred to Lucas later, that his mother could easily see where his eyes were directed.

“Nothing I can think of.” Luke was lost in thought. “At least, nothing you and dad could offer.”

Abigail was aware that Lucas was looking at her chest. She smiled, making the best of the attention. It was flattering, in an odd way, knowing that she could still turn heads. After all, her son was an attractive young man who spent his school days surrounded by cute young ladies who often dressed to show-off their bodies.

“Well, then,” Abby concluded, “I guess we’ll just have to surprise you.”

“Sounds good, mom. I’d better get going.”

Luke briskly walked off, grabbing his backpack and tennis racket from the entryway and leaving. The sound of his car engine faded as he drove away.

After Lucas left, Walter came downstairs. Abby was standing in the kitchen, drinking her coffee. Her back was to her husband.

Walter came up behind Abigail and wrapped his arms around her. He cupped her breasts with both hands and squeezed gently. Abigail closed her eyes and smiled.

“What was that for?”

“You just looked so sexy. I had to feel you.”

“Well, I like it. It’s a welcome surprise.”

“Speaking of surprises, did Lucas open up to you and give you any ideas for a nice, meaningful present for him?”

“None at all.”

“I was afraid of that. We’ll have to engage in an intense brainstorming session tonight, then.”

Abby nodded, enjoying the feeling of her husband caressing her breasts through the soft material of her robe. Walt’s cock pressed up between her legs as they swayed. Abigail reached back and rubbed her husband’s bulge through his slacks.

“We may have to engage in intense session of something else to clear our minds first.” Abby knew exactly how to appeal to her husband.

“Most definitely! Of course, now I don’t know how I’ll be able give today’s lecture with THAT on my mind!”

Walter kissed his wife excused himself to leave for work. Abigail stood alone in the kitchen as her husband slipped on his sport coat and picked up his brief case. Following him into ümraniye escort the entryway, Abby stood in the door waving as Walter stepped outside and walked to his car, which he had parked in the driveway. She was going to miss him. Abby was always self-sufficient, and she managed to stay busy enough during the day. What she felt was unusual to her. There was a clear sense of loneliness. She wondered if all the attention and affection she had received was what made the empty house seem so quiet. Abigail couldn’t wait to continue what Walter had started with her in the kitchen that morning.

Chapter 2:

Lucas returned home later than usual that afternoon. He had stayed after school for a couple of hours, practicing tennis and taking advantage of the empty courts and the extra time. Lucas loved to play tennis. He had developed a powerful backhand and a strong serve. He was quick on his feet and his forehand was a deadly weapon.

Lucas came into the house, and dropped his tennis gear by the door. The house was silent. He walked into the kitchen and grabbed a water bottle from the refrigerator. He opened the lid and tipped the bottle to his lips. He drank the entire bottle, feeling the cold water rush into his throat and wash over his tongue. The chill refreshed him, and he exhaled audibly.

Lucas walked down the hall to his room. He opened the door and sat down on his bed. His phone was on his nightstand, and he picked it up. Lucas had a text message from his friend, Perry.

“Hey. Wanna hang out tonight?”

Lucas responded, “Burnt out from practice. Gonna crash.”

“See ya tomorrow? We’re going to the lake. Lauren and Kaytee are gonna be there.”

“Those two girls from the Junior College?”

“Yeah.”

“Nice! I can’t wait to see them in bikinis!”

“You’re a fucking dork. Pick you up at one.”

“Ok. Later.”

Luke tossed his phone aside and lay back on his bed. His shoulders felt heavy, and his lower back was tight. He stretched out there, then tried to allow his body to relax. Lucas became aware of a sound. It was deep and steady. He couldn’t tell if it was distant and sharp, or close and muffled. Reluctantly, Luke got up from his bed and slunk into the hallway. Following his ears, Lucas crept down the hall and approached the closed doors of his parent’s bedroom. The doors rattled slightly in their frame. Knowing what he was overhearing, Luke’s heart began racing.

Lucas pressed his ear to the door, careful not to bump it audibly. He listened intently over the quiet thumping coming from inside the room. Luke heard a faint sound. It was his father’s voice. Lucas was unsure what Walt was saying. A series of loud and rapid smacks followed. They sounded wet and heavy. Lucas recognized the rhythmic cadence. His mother’s voice was next. Her tone was high and excited.

“Oh God, baby! Yes!”

“Take that cock, Abby!”

“It’s so fucking big! You fill me up so well!”

“Fuck! I love how your pussy swallows my dick!”

“I’m getting so close, baby! I’m gonna cum so hard!”

“Yes, Abby! I’m almost there!”

“Me too, Walt. You’re gonna make me come! Oh, fuck!”

Luke’s heart pounded. His stomach was knotted and his throat was dry. The sounds continued from the other side of the door. Walter grunted, and the slapping noises stopped. Abigail squealed, and there was silence. Lucas’ mouth was open and his jaw was trembling. His breathing was heavy. His mother had just orgasmed. This candid moment was more thrilling than any porn Lucas had ever watched.

“That was incredible,” Lucas overheard his mother say.

“You were fantastic, as usual.”

“You’re just saying that.”

“I mean it!” Walt reassured his wife. “The way your pussy squeezes and massages my cock is fantastic! You just milk the cum right out of me.”

Lucas slowly backed away from the door, terrified that he might give away his presence. His parents’ voices continued to murmur back and forth, getting increasingly quiet, as he tiptoed back down the hall. Luke returned to his room, carefully shutting the door behind himself. His heart pounded. His head was spinning. Luke became aware of a discomfort in his lower body. He had a massive hard-on. Seeking relief, he unzipped his shorts and pushed them down. Wasting no time, Lucas slid the waistband of his underwear to his knees and grabbed his engorged cock.

The sounds vividly replayed in Luke’s head. He reflected on the dirty talk, matching the words to vague images of the actions taking place. It was all very exciting to him, but Lucas wanted to push things further. He thought back to his texts with his buddy. He couldn’t wait for the opportunity to see Kaytee or Lauren wearing skimpy bathing suits. At least, he hoped they would be skimpy. He tried his best to recall how they had looked the very few times he had seen them and make a guess what their bodies might look like when barely covered.

Lauren was the shorter of the two. He had been taken with how round her butt was. Lauren had a soft look, without being overweight. Kaytee’s boobs were enormous compared to Lauren’s, but her frame was thin and her ass was small. Luke ünye escort imagined Lauren and Kaytee wearing their swimsuits and playing around at the lake. They were tossing a volleyball back and forth. He imagined them laughing, and jumping up and down as they tried to return the ball. Lucas envisioned their chests bouncing and jiggling. Their butt cheeks would shift and sway as they moved around the sandy court. Lucas’ hand moved faster and faster. He felt his cock get harder. His body was tense, and the excitement built.

“Take that cock, Abby!”

The sound of his father’s voice repeated in his head.

Lucas gripped his hard cock firmly and stroked, imagining the girls in their bikinis. Restlessly, the fantasy changed. Lauren was bending over and shaking her back side at him. Her bathing suit was gone. He could see her pussy and asshole. Kaytee was naked next to her, fondling her own tits. She occasionally released them, causing her breasts to drop and bounce for Luke’s amusement. The first time he met her came to mind. From the moment Perry introduced him to Kaytee, they were able to talk effortlessly. He remembered the way she listened and smiled at him. Then there was the time she stopped by the tennis courts after her classes were done for the day. After finishing a match, there she was, calling out and waving to him before coming up and excitedly talking to him through the chain-link fence.

Suddenly, he was overcome by determination. Even if it was only in a fantasy, he was going to have her. Luke envisioned Kaytee in his room. She was lying on her back, on his bed. Her legs were pulled back and bent at the knee. Lucas climbed onto the bed and took his place, with Kaytee’s calves resting on his shoulders. He was holding her firmly by the hips, using his grip for leverage. With every wild thrust, Luke was pulling her by the hips, ramming his cock into Kaytee as deeply and forcefully as possible. Kaytee was moaning, and screaming out encouragement to him.

“Give it to me, Lucas! Fuck me harder! Your cock feels so good!”

“God, you’re so fucking tight!”

His father’s words ran through his mind.

“The way your pussy squeezes and massages my cock is fantastic! You just milk the cum right out of me.”

As he recalled his father’s words, the fantasy shifted. He was still fucking Kaytee, but now she was sitting on top of him, riding his cock. As she bounced, her enormous tits jiggled.

“God, you’re so big and thick, Lucas! It fills me up so much!”

“Your pussy feels so good. I’m gonna explode!”

“Yes! Cum for me, Lucas! Cum in my pussy!”

Lucas groaned, and his cum erupted. Amidst the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced in his young life, he shot out long strands of cum everywhere. When it was finally over, his balls felt thoroughly drained. Some of the semen landed on his bed sheets. More of it dripped down the shaft of his cock. Dazed, he scrambled clumsily around his room. Pulling several tissues from a box on his desk, Luke wiped up his mess as quickly as possible, hoping to clean up his load before any of it could soak into the bedding. He didn’t want to have to explain why he was washing his sheets. Lucas popped out of his room to grab a wash cloth from the bathroom, wetting it before heading back.

Satisfied with the cleanup, he tossed the wash cloth into his laundry hamper and started getting ready for bed. All the while, Lucas was burdened by shame. It felt pathetic and feeble, jerking off to fantasies. He considered himself defective. Why didn’t he have a girlfriend? There had to be some way to actually connect with Kaytee and form a real relationship. He just wasn’t sure what it was. How could he take an ordinary conversation with her and boldly make the step of showing her that he was interested?

Chapter 3:

In the afterglow of a passionate session of lovemaking, Abigail and Walter continued to talk. Despite all their discussions over the past weeks, the couple found themselves without a solution to their dilemma on the eve of their son’s big day. Drawing on his professional expertise, Walt had devised a backup plan. He had hoped to find a more conventional alternative, but since none had presented itself, he shared his proposal with his wife.

“Jeez, Walt.” Abby began, tossing a lock of curly auburn hair from her face. “Are you serious?”

Her husband nodded in reply.

“When I suggested doing something for him I was thinking of taking him on a trip somewhere or signing him up for an activity, like zip-lining or something!” Abby was trying her best to be patient and hear her husband out, but it was extremely difficult under the circumstances.

“Now Abigail,” Walter calmly responded, “I would never suggest anything without thorough research and deliberation.”

Abby knew this was true. Walter, the head of the Anthropology Department at the local university, was nothing if not analytical. His sharp mind was one of the traits that caught Abby’s eye when they first met, although it could also be trying at times as well. He could, and often did, turn even the simplest issue into a spirited intellectual debate. If there was a way to incorporate urfa escort his area of expertise, comparing and contrasting ancient civilizations and cultures to modern societies, so much the better.

“I know that,” Abby acknowledged. “But I still don’t think I can do it.”

Walter remained silent for a moment, carefully choosing his words.

“I’ll admit it would be a sacrifice, but it would also provide an indispensable opportunity to provide guidance in a very personal way. Many civilizations throughout history have employed similar practices to guide their young men into productive adulthood. Sometimes it was used as a reward system for culturally valued behaviors or accomplishments. Other times it helped by delaying the need to seek out a mate until after necessary life-skills were acquired. It has also been viewed as a way to develop interpersonal talent and confidence. The one common aspect was that it was done in a caring and nurturing environment.”

“But he’s our son!” Abby halfheartedly protested, sensing her husband’s insistence.

“Exactly! He is our pride and joy. He is part of the lasting mark we leave on this world long after we’re gone. Our legacy, in large part, will be determined by the man Lucas becomes. I want him to start that journey with confidence and determination. This arrangement would provide him a safe and comfortable setting to do so, free of heartbreak or, god forbid, sexually transmitted infections.”

“So,” Abigail hesitated, “You consider this essential to his development as a healthy adult?”

“That’s right!” Walter was relieved that his wife understood and appreciated his perspective.

Abby considered the proposal. As a devoted and supportive wife, she felt that she owed it to her husband to at least hear him out. Walt was very passionate about his beliefs. She didn’t want to disappoint him. More importantly, Abby cared about Luke every bit as much as Walter did. She considered herself and extraordinarily caring and selfless mother. Would this be the best thing for him? Abby had always told herself that there was nothing she wouldn’t do for her son. Surely she could keep this unspoken promise, no matter how difficult it might be.

“Alright.” She finally conceded, “If it’s really what he needs.”

“Just think what this will mean for his future!” Walt reassured his wife. “Besides, when it’s all over, you might be surprised how satisfying it feels knowing the unique role you played in shaping the kind of man he becomes.”

“I hope you’re right.”

Chapter 4:

Walter awoke to the familiar sound of his alarm. Despite waking earlier than he normally would on a Saturday, Walt was energized. This was a big day for him. Reaching out slowly with his arm, Walt felt for Abby in the bed. He was alone under the covers. Sitting up, Walt looked toward the bathroom door, which was open. Abigail must have already finished getting prepared, he thought. Everything was exactly as he had planned.

After readying himself for work, Walt headed off to set his plan into motion. Halfway down the hallway he reached Lucas’s room. The door was closed, a sure sign that his son was still asleep inside. Walt knocked gently on the door, hoping not to startle Luke. He could barely hear muttering coming from the other side. Walt knocked again, louder.

“Wha-?” Lucas groggily mumbled.

“Good morning, son. May I come in?”

“Uh, huh. Something wrong, Dad?”

“Not at all.” Walt explained. “I had to be up early for a department meeting. Normally I try to avoid scheduling them on Saturdays, but there was no way around this one. Anyway, I just wanted to be there when you see your final, belated birthday present.”

“Oh, cool. Where is it?”

“Follow me, Luke.”

“Sure. I’ll thrown on some clothes real quick and I’ll be right out!”

“Don’t worry about it. We need to hurry or I’ll be late for my meeting.”

“O… kay, Dad.” Lucas climbed out of bed and followed his father down the hall.

Abigail waited anxiously in the basement, wearing only a lacy pair of light pink panties under a forest green silk robe. Leaning back on the large, leather sofa, she brought one knee up and rested it over the other while she thought about the situation. Her doubts were intensifying as the moment approached. What if Lucas was appalled by the outlandish nature of the offer? His relationship with her and Walt could be irreparably damaged. Or if he told someone, their lives would be ruined. As terrifying as these possibilities were, Abby was comforted by the realization that neither was likely.

Thinking more rationally, she reflected on the details of the proposal. Would Lucas even be attracted to a 43 year-old woman, let alone his own mother? Sneaking a peak of her at the breakfast table was one thing, but wanting to take things further was another matter. Abigail took impeccable care of herself and remained fairly trim for a woman her age. Even so, like most women, she lamented that her youth had passed. How could she compare to Luke’s classmates or any of the girls he’d be surrounded by when he goes off to college? Abby wondered what most caught her son’s eye in a woman. Picturing herself showing off and teasing her son in various ways, Abby caught herself enjoying the idea of figuring out what excited him the most. It certainly would be flattering to see the desire she could ignite in a virile young man like Luke. Abby’s reverie was interrupted when her husband led their son down the basement steps.