Calming the Studs

Calming the Studs

“Hey Mom! How’d you do it?!” His voice was distant, but getting closer. I could hear him hauling 

ass across the field; and, for just a second, I had a moment of panic. But… once I realized there 

was nothing I could do to hide anything, I figured, ‘fuck it’, and just leaned back against the fence. 

After all, if you can’t change it, don’t stress over it. Don’t make no sense. 

My Son, 18, handsome, and strong, was a good kid. Boy had smarts, he had manners; all in all, 

everyone he met knew I’d done right by him. But uh, this’n was gonna be hard to explain. He 

came up on the other side of the horse and, like the good farmhand he was, he walked around, 

in plain sight, never leaving the big ol’ stud’s line of sight. As he came, he talked. He did that… a 

lot. Doctors called it ‘manic’. His Dad called it motor mouthin’; but my Son could talk like a 

machine gun fired, and still manage to keep it up from sun up till bedtime, only pausing to take a 

drink now and then. 

“I can’t believe how calm you’ve got him! All the horses back at the stable are already super 

calmed down already! It’s like a freaking miracle! I don’t know you did it Mom, but Dad is dying to 

know! How did you…”

That, was right about when he saw me. In a trance, he sort of vaguely gestured back towards 

the house, and repeated, “Dad wanted to know how you calmed the new stud down…”. He was 

staring, and I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. 

I gave a chuckle, and used my tongue to swing the piece of wheat I’d been chewing on from one 

side of my mouth to the other. Then I looked my Son in the eye, and with all the amusement I felt, 

I said, “I’m pretty sure he doesn’t sweetie… Maybe just tell ‘im that… well, yer Mamma’s real 

good at bringing Stud’s around to her point of view.”

I stood there, leaned back against the fence post, my shirt, tied in a knot beneath my tits, but also 

pulled down so that they were out and breathin’ free. My jeans were still unzipped so I could fit a 

hand in my panties, and tits, neck, hair, jeans, an’, hell, even my chaps, were splattered with hot 

white cum. I hat my hat in one hand, and rope I’d been plannin’ to use to bring the horse back in 

the other, but my Son’s eyes were pretty focused on the part where his Mother’s big tits were 

covered in cum. 

I honestly didn’t know if his Dad would be furious or turned on if he found out my ‘calmin’” 

methods, and I wasn’t keen for him to find out in this particular way. As such, I was quick to point 

out to my Son a few things I’d noticed since he’d run up.

“Hey kiddo, can’t help but notice that the front of them jeans of yours seem to be bulgin’ out pretty 

impressively since you walked up me.” Naturally, he tried to cover, and stammered an apology. 

But even as he started to walk away, slowly, he never actually managed to look away for more 

than a few seconds. 

“Hey now slugger”, I said, using a nickname I’d been calling him since before highschool, but in a

 tone more sexual than any he’d probably ever heard before. “I was hoping to keep my super 

secret stud-calmin’ methods a trade secret; but since you can probably guess, I’m guessin that 

makes you in on the secret. And since your in on one, I was thinkin’... well. Think you can help 

Mommy with another?”

My words were anything but innocent, and I knew I was putting on quite a show with most of his 

favorite parts laid bare in front of him. My every word was just dripping with sexual promise, and 

so I wasn’t surprised when he took the bait, and jumped at the chance to sick around an’ ogle 

me a bit longer. “Sure Mom,” my usually confident Son stuttered out. “How can I help?” Honestly, 

he was bein’ so timid it was downright cute. Had it been under different circumstances, I might 

have wanted a family photo to remember that adorable expression, but, somethin’ tells me it 

would a looked a little outta place on our mantle. 

So instead, I waved him over with one, slowly curlin’ finger. Then, when he was right in front of 

me, I slipped to my knees, put my hat back on, and, as I began to fidget with the zipper on his 

jeans, I let him know what his Mom was lookin’ for. “Thing is Slugger, I have been wonderin’ for 

some time now, if I could give a proper blowjob, while keepin’ my favorite hat on. Now, I don’t 

know why, but somethin’ about that always just, tickled me the right way.” 

I had his zipper down, a cool, experienced, delicate hand, slipped into the front of his shorts in no 

time. I’d wrapped around his already hard and throbbing cock long before I’d finished my 

proposal. Slowly, and careful not to hurt him, I eased that big ol’ thing out the front, and began to 

give it loving, gentle strokes, as I continued talkin’. He was squirmin’ and letting out these little 

moans and gasps; but he wasn’t exactly askin’ me to stop if you catch my drift.   

I looked up at him from under the lid of my cowboy hat, and asked, “Do you mind helpin’ me out 

with this slugger?” He was already shaking his head no, but, I couldn’t help myself. Teasingly, I 

added on, “Pleaaaaaase baby? I’ll suck your cock if you do.” His eyes were closed, and his teeth 

were gritted. He seemed like he was already tryin not to cum, and I had the wonderfully warm 

thought that, this wasn’t my Son’s first time picturing his Mom like this. 

I managed to get the head of his cock past my lips without bumping him too much with the brim 

of the hat, but before I could really put my tongue to work, I had to tip it up some, and let his 

stomach bend the brim up a bit. I found a pretty good rhythm though, and, I had to admit, 

knowing that hot, throbbing cock that was pushing into my mouth and pulsing with its owner’s 

hammering heartbeat was my own Son’s was doin’ things for me that I hadn’t expected. 

I was bobbing, and slurping, and moaning like a whore; and I felt like one. I felt like the worlds 

dirtiest slut, and I fuckin’ Loved it! So when he started grippin’ my shoulders and rapidly swearin’ 

under his breath, I decided to test whether or not he was liking the fact that it was me doin this as 

much as I was likin that the person I was doin’ it to was him. 

I scooted my hat back even further, started given him some world class strokin, and then I called 

out for him a few times until I had his attention. “Hey slugger?” I half moaned, have called. And 

then he looked down, and I knew he was lookin’ into his Momma’s baby blues as I jerked him off 

an inch or so away from my face. That was when I told him, “I want your cum baby. I want you to 

cum on Mommy’s face!” And with one hand in my panties, and one hand strokin’ him like a 

woman possessed, we both moaned, and yelled, and made way too much noise as he 

orgasmed all over his Mother’s body!

Later on, I washed two big ol’ loads of cum off me down at the creek while my Son led the horse 

back to the barn and told his Dad that, “Mom’s just magic”, when he asked how I’d done it. That 

made me smile. That said, I knew that my lil’ bribe had woken a cravin in me. And sure as the 

sun, my boy and I would be revisiting this little adventure again tomorrow. 

I couldn’t wait.