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Introduction: Mom fights her growing desire for her son. If underage sex isnt your cup of tea, may I recommend you read Niven & Pournelles Footfall instead. I guess, it all started the day my mother was sitting at the kitchen-table, wearing nothing but her bathrobe. She was sitting side-on to the table, had her legs crossed, and was showing most of one thigh.

I had never thought of mom as a woman before, but now I felt hot and my pecker got instantly hard.

Mom looked up, and I quickly opened the fridge, pretending to look for something.

I found a bottle of juice, but had a slight problem now. My pecker had made a noticeable bulge in my shorts and I knew, mom couldnt help but notice if I turned around.

So I took a swig from the juice, quickly returned the bottle, closed the door, and sort of sidled out of the room.

Must you drink from the bottle!? Mom sounded annoyed. I just mumbled something unintelligible, and rushed upstairs to my room, where I threw myself on the bed, closed my eyes and wallowed in the image of moms luscious thigh.

Before long, I had my pecker out and was jerking off, while imagining my hands caressing moms thigh. All too soon I came, but felt no relief. I just could not stop thinking about mom……….

Five (frustrating) days later, my parents were getting ready to go out. Dad was already downstairs waiting, but mom was still sitting in front of her dresser, getting ready. I stood in the doorway and drank my fill. Tight jumper, white woollen skirt, nylons and gold, strappy heels.

She had her legs crossed again and her skirt had ridden up, so I could see the top of her nylons, and maybe an inch of skin. I couldnt tear my eyes away……….

In the mirror, I could see Timmy standing in the doorway. He was obviously looking at my legs. The question was – how do I handle this? Pretend I dont notice? Ask him, if he likes what he sees? Tell him to go away?

The problem solved itself when I heard Peter yell at me to get a move on. Timmy jumped and quickly disappeared around the corner. Boys! Biology is a cruel mistress! But I kept thinking about the look on his face – if only Peter still looked at me like that……….

It was a bad night for me. After they left, I was too restless to do anything. I couldnt even concentrate on TV. How had I not noticed before, just how sexy moms legs were? I just wanted to sit at her feet and kiss them for hours……….

The next day – after a very long night, with not enough sleep – I woke up late. Mom and dad had already left and I had an idea.

I dashed into the laundry and frantically looked through the basket. There – moms knickers – but not what I was looking for. Still, I opened them up – looked at the stain – and took a little sniff.

WOW! Moms scent hit me like nothing before, I breathed deeply again and again, then I went into their bedroom.

I saw what I was looking for immediately. Grabbing the nylons, mom had worn last night, I retreated to my bedroom, stripped and flopped myself on the bed.

I took a sniff of moms nylons. Nice – very nice – but not as good as her knickers. So I started rubbing them all over my pecker, whilst breathing her undies. The feel of nylon on my throbbing pecker was divine, and it didnt take me long to cum. I was careful, not to get anything on the nylons, and hung them back over moms chair, where Id found them. After taking a last few deep breaths from moms undies, I returned them as well.

Man – my mom smells HOT!

When we returned, I debated with myself whether I should wash a load of whites, or Timmys sheets – which I had been putting off. Reluctantly, I decided on the sheets.
I walked into his room, and started stripping the bed. And then it hit me.

His sheets positively reeked of sex! What has the boy been up to lately?

I carried the load downstairs, but – before stuffing everything in the machine – I impulsively buried my face in his sheet and took a deep breath.

Then I scolded myself for being so disgusting……….

Over the last few weeks, Ive been sniffing moms panties every chance I get. Most mornings, there is hardly any smell at all. But occasionally they smell so strong, I almost cum without touching myself.

Mom and dad went to bed early. I fished her panties out of the hamper and took a sniff. As Id hoped, they smelled very strong today. Not wanting to risk waking anyone by traipsing up and down the stairs, I sat on the sofa – dropped my shorts – and started jacking off, while sniffing moms panties.

Peter finished all too quickly and rolled over. I knew, I wouldnt be able to get to sleep for a while, so I decided to watch some TV. Barefoot, I padded downstairs, through the kitchen, and was about to enter the living-room when I stopped dead.

It took me a moment to take in what I was looking at.

Timmy was sitting on the sofa – his shorts around his ankles – and clearly masturbating while holding something to his face. It didnt take me long to realise that he was holding my panties, but my attention was elsewhere: specifically on what I could see of his penis sliding in and out of his fist.
He stopped to adjust my panties, and – for a moment – I could get a good look at it.

Not very long – just right for his age, I guess – straight, with a largish, beautiful head.

Shocked – I realised that I was salivating and fled back upstairs……….

It was about a week after the night I wanked myself on the sofa. Mom must have changed her system, because I havent found any of her underwear in the wash. So – while jacking off – Ive been imagining what moms real pussy-juices must smell like. What I wouldnt give for just one taste!

Dads out. Moms upstairs. And Im watching TV.

Mom comes downstairs, wearing a see-through top and no bra, a short, tight skirt, black nylons, and low heels.

I can already feel my pecker getting hard and try to hide the bulge. Mom sits next to me and says: You dont mind if I stretch out, do you? My legs are a bit sore.

While Im still trying to remember simple words, mom lies back and places her legs in my lap……….

What AM I doing!? No matter how hard I try to distract myself, I cant stop having naughty thoughts about Timmy. There it is again – as soon as I thought hard the image of his beautiful penis popped into my mind. And then I imagine touching it – stroking it – licking it – STOPIT!

Its clear to me, that Timmys hormones are raging. The poor boy must be desperate for relief. I know how it feels when Peter is finished too quickly, leaving me frustrated. Timmy is going through that all day – every day. Maybe I can help him – without crossing the line?

And today, I could not think of any reason not to. Peter would be out all day. Timmy was watching TV. And I would most likely sit with him, and leaf through some magazines. Where is the harm in trying to make the day a little bit more entertaining for both of us?

I slipped into a clean pair of panties. (Non see-through, of course – Im not a pervert, after all.) Pulled on a black pair of stay-ups. Chose a tight, black skirt, and then agonised over which top to wear. What the heck, I thought, he sees more than this on TV, and chose a white top, which was see-through enough to show my areolas.

A bit of make-up and – before I could change my mind – I clattered downstairs.

Timmy looked up, when I came around the corner, flushed, and tried to look everywhere but at me. I sat on the sofa, and was about to lose my nerve, when – out of the corner of my eye – I saw him trying to hide the bulge in his pants. You dont mind if I stretch out, do you? My legs are a bit sore.

With that, I unceremoniously dropped my legs in his lap and closed my eyes.

My heart was pounding – my mouth was dry – and my nipples were uncomfortably hard. But I gradually calmed down by telling myself that it was all completely innocent. I could get up at any time and walk away as if nothing had happened. Which it hadnt.

Once I was relaxed enough, I opened my eyes and became aware of my situation.

Timmy was sitting ram-rod straight, with his hands next to him on the sofa. My calves were in his lap, and I could clearly feel his hard-on. When I lay down, my skirt had hitched up to the top of my stockings. I knew he would have a clear view of my panties, if he dared to look. But the poor boy seemed petrified……….

Timmy? I dont suppose you could do your old mom a little favour?

*mumble*

My feet are aching a bit, would you mind taking my shoes off, and giving them a little rub?

I couldnt believe my luck! Mom hadnt noticed my boner, and now I got to touch her feet! I hadnt dared move or look at her, since she sat down. I knew, I wouldnt be able to control my eager eyes. And so I kept staring at the TV. But now I had a hall-pass!

I gingerly held moms ankle while slipping off her shoe. Then I did the same with the other one, but I left my hand lightly resting on her ankle.

With my left hand, I touched the sole of her foot and then softly began stroking it. Gaining confidence, I also stroked the top of her foot and massaged her toes……….

Well – I had asked for a foot-massage, but what I was getting was something else. He was caressing my feet! There is no other word to describe it. His touch was soft, sensual, loving. At first hesitant, as he gained confidence his touch became firmer. He moved from foot to foot, and it was just heavenly. Which is probably why I didnt notice his right hand at first.

It was resting on my ankle, but then started stroking my leg. Little by little, his strokes reached higher and higher, until his hand reached my knee. Under my calf – where it rested on his hard bulge – I felt something wet and sticky. It was time to put a stop to this! I opened my eyes, and caught him looking up my skirt……….

I could just stroke moms legs and feet forever. I just loved the feel of the nylons. I dared to peek out of the corner of my eye, and saw that moms eyes were closed. Now I could finally get a good look! Moms breasts were clearly visible, her nipples dark underneath the fabric. I wondered, what it would feel like to touch them. I could see moms knickers, and there was a bit of a shadow in front. Was she leaking, like I always do? Oh boy! I want her so bad! I want to lift up her leg and kiss her foot, I want to……….crap – shes looking!

Seeing Timmy look so hungrily at my crotch, finally hit me with what I was doing. I was seducing my own little boy! Hurriedly, I stood up, picked up my shoes, and rushed upstairs……….

Mom got up so suddenly, I thought, she was going to hit me. Instead, she bent to pick up her shoes – giving me a last look at her panties – and went upstairs – leaving me with a boner in urgent need of attention. I rushed to the toilet, and – while I jacked off, I imagined moms nyloned feet rubbing my pecker……….

I couldnt get the feel of moms nyloned feet and legs out of my mind. It was driving me crazy! Mom was acting, as if nothing had happened, and I guess she didnt realise what an effect she had on me. The other day, she was sitting next to me on the sofa, and I really badly wanted to put my hand on her leg, but didnt dare.

Mom and dad are out, so I went through moms drawers until I found her nylons. I took a pair of pantyhose into my bedroom, and – after a struggle – put them on. Then I closed my eyes and touched my legs and feet – imagining, I was touching moms. I started rubbing my pecker through the nylon and it felt really good. Too good. I almost came into moms pantyhose, but just managed to pull them down, before I erupted. But there was a large, sticky patch from where I had been leaking. I hope she doesnt notice……….

I cant help myself anymore, I want – no I NEED – more! I lie in bed next to Peter, and yearn for the feel of Timmys soft hands on my legs and feet. I want him playing with my breasts, and I want to drown him in my cunt-juices. Am I going crazy?!

Id just had a shower and was lying on the bed, with only a towel around me. I was wondering idly whether I should go out now, or wait until the afternoon, when the bedroom-door opened.

Maaaa! You didnt knock!

Oh, sorry hun, I didnt think.

I was in a panic, not sure if the towel was covering the important bits – too scared to move, in case it opened more.

Mom was wearing a simple dress, black with small blue and white flowers around the hem and neckline. I could just see the top of her breasts. The dress almost covered her knees, and she was wearing tan nylons, which ended in low heels, which exposed all her foot, except for a thin strap across the toes, and an even thinner one around her ankles.

At which point I realised, Id better look elsewhere!

Mom sat on the bed next to me, but facing away. I didnt know, if I should be relieved or disappointed. On the one hand, I had hoped to get a peek up her dress. On the other hand, I was terrified, what that would do to the towel. I consoled myself, by staring at moms knee – which I could just see – and imaging my hand stroking it.
If I hadnt been so distracted, I would have noticed that something was on moms mind. She doesnt usually make pointless chatter about things like school, my favourite music, and other stuff I barely heard. I tried to answer something intelligent at all the right places, but was more interested in imaging my hand sliding up moms dress, and not finding any panties.

So I am imagining away. And mom is babbling on. When she casually rests her hand on my thigh. It was like being electrocuted. This flash of – something – went right through me, and I flinched. Mom was still talking, and hadnt noticed. And her hand felt as if it was burning my thigh.

I dont even know what I was saying. Im sure, Timmy thought, his old mom had finally gone over the edge. And I guess, I have. I stormed into his room, like a Gestapo-raid. I knew that, if I stopped outside to gather my courage, I would never go in. As I stalked towards his bed, I couldnt bear to look at him. When I pictured this moment, I had intended to sit facing him, so he could look up my dress – or rather at my lack of undies. But now, I didnt have the nerve. I barely made it to the bed and sat down with my back towards him, trying to control my breathing and my shaking. It took all the nerve I had left, to put my hand on his thigh. And I nearly jumped up, when I felt Timmy flinch, as if I had hit him. Oh my god, I was abusing my own son – I had to leave – now!

Moms hand was still sitting on my thigh, no more than six or seven inches away from my pecker.

My hardening pecker.

Oh god – the towel is slipping!

I was about to get up and leave, when I noticed that something had come alive underneath Timmys towel, causing it to shift slightly. Without obviously bending down, I still couldnt see anything, but it was clear that he didnt find my hand on his thigh totally gross.

Helplessly I lay there, as my hard-on made a very noticeable bulge underneath the towel, which was barely hanging on. Mom was still talking, but I had given up on answering, as the blood was rushing in my ears, and my throat had gone very dry.

As she talked, moms hand was absently stroking my thigh……….

Timmy had gone very quiet, as I softly caressed his leg. I peered down out of the corner of my eye, and saw the very satisfying bulge underneath the towel. I kept stroking – more with my fingertips now – and every few strokes, my hand moved a little further up, until the back of my fingers just touched his balls.

I guess, you have better things to do than listen to your mom go on and on. Id better leave.

I tried to talk, but my mouth was too dry. I swallowed twice and desperately blurted out: No mom! I really like talking with you. You dont need to go!
For a moment mom didnt move, or say anything. Then she slowly lifted the towel off my pecker. I lay frozen, as she looked down on my erection. She traced along the shaft with one finger, causing my pecker to twitch when she reached the underside of the head. Slowly, she began stroking it, with just her fingers. Suddenly she grabbed the shaft and gave a little squeeze, causing a small flood of pre-cum to ooze out. She lifted my penis with one hand, and caressed the head with the other. When I moaned with pleasure, she covered her hand in my pre-cum and smeared it all over the glans. Three strokes later, I erupted……….

I felt Timmys penis twitch in my hand, and then he ejaculated. Fascinated, I watched it erupt once – twice – three times, from the tip of his swollen glans, wondering what it would taste like. I squeezed out the last drop and reluctantly released the still hard member.

Mom was looking at the mess, I had made. Quite a bit of it was all over her hand. Im so sorry mom! I didnt mean to do it! She looked at me for the longest time, looked at her gunk-covered hand – got up and left the bedroom without a word.

I felt like crying. A moment ago, I had been in heaven. And now I knew mom hated me. I would never feel her soft hands on my pecker again……….

I didnt trust myself to say anything, and so I just left the bedroom. I felt too many conflicting emotions – disgust with myself for molesting my son – disappointment, that he had cum so soon – fear, that he would tell – and a desire to go back and lap up every drop he had spilled……….

For the next four or five weeks, Timmy seemed to be avoiding me. My own emotions had reached rock-bottom. Timmy found his own mother disgusting – Peter surely had enough of my snapping at him by now………Peter – ohgod – if he ever found out……….

And then I had a revelation. I was standing at the kitchen-sink, peeling potatoes, with the music blaring, wearing only a t-shirt and skimpy panties. Id let the time run away from me, and didnt realise, school had been out for over half an hour. Looking out into the garden, whilst absently peeling away, I saw Timmy reflected in the glass. He stood in the doorway, and seemed to be squeezing his crotch. And it hit me – if I disgusted him, he would have bolted, as soon as he saw me standing here, half – naked. Instead – he was checking out my ass – and it was having an effect on him!

Gloomily, I turned around and trotted up to my room. My mom was sooooo sexy, I couldnt bear it. That night – as I jacked off – I imagined sliding my hands underneath her panties and cupping her cheeks……….

The weekend trickled by at snails-pace. Peter was hanging around the house, trying to be solicitous, while at the same time, staying out of my hair. I couldnt wait for Monday afternoon……….

When I came home from school, I let myself flop onto the sofa, thinking to watch a bit of TV. Before I had a chance to switch it on, I heard moms voice from upstairs: Timmy dear, could you come up here for a minute?
I sighed. Being around mom was just too painful these days. Literally. If I wasnt able to stop thinking of mom soon, I would probably keep rubbing away at my pecker, until there was nothing left – like an eraser……….

Glumly I ascended the stairs.

Mom was lying on the bed, wearing only a short black nightie and black nylons. Her legs were together – ankles crossed – so I couldnt see anything. It didnt matter – blood was already pumping into my pecker, which was being squashed uncomfortably. But of course, I couldnt adjust myself.

Mom patted the bed next to her and I sat down, feeling uncomfortable in more ways than one.

Timmy dear, do you remember when I gave you the – massage – in your room the other day?

Do I remember! Every single day, I had been longing to feel her touch again.

I think so?

Hm – I dont suppose you would like me to give you another one – some day?

(SOME day? *waaaiill*)

I think I would like that mommy……….a lot!

Mom nodded absently. I thought, she was about to tell me to leave.

Tell you what, Timmy. If you do your Mommy a really BIG favour, Ill give you another massage. What do you think?

Anything mommy – Ill do anything!

(Wash the car? Vacuum the house? Clean the windows?……….)

Keeping her ankles crossed, mom raised her bum off the bed, and slid her nightie up, until it was bunched around her waist. I couldnt help staring at the bush between her legs.

Theres something that makes mummy feel just as good, as the massage I gave you. Do you think, you could help me out with that?

Trying to ignore my throbbing pecker, I croaked: Sure mom!

Mom uncrossed her ankles, raised her nyloned knees, keeping her feet on the bed, and then slowly – ever so slowly – opened her legs until her knees were wide apart, with her soles still pressed together.

I was drowning in the sight of my mothers private parts. There was so much to look at – and all of it made me leak. There was a big, wet, gash between her legs – with a little knob at the top, and a deeper hole towards the bottom. Inside the hole, it looked all slimy – like when I leak a lot, and I could see another tiny little hole. Around the gash, it looked swollen on both sides, and there was curly hair everywhere – some of it stuck together by – a light-bulb went off inside my head – mom must be leaking as well!

Where the hair stopped, moms smooth thighs began until they stopped at the top of her nylons. It was all too much to understand – her private parts looked like something out of a horror-movie, but I just wanted to kiss her thighs, and bury my face deep inside her gash. My heart was pounding fiercely and my pecker was straining against the fabric of my underpants.

And there I lay – like a slab of meat. Only – the gynaecologist never looked at me with such hunger in his eyes. At first, I felt more exposed than I had ever felt in my life. But as I noticed the growing wet-patch on his shorts, I began enjoying myself, as much as – visibly – Timmy was.

You know how your penis sometimes gets – sort of – itchy, and you have to rub it, to make the itch go away? Well, thats how it feels down there – all itchy. But it gets sore, if I rub it. Do you have any idea, what we could do about that?

Use a washcloth?

Thats a pretty good idea, Timmy! I tell you what – Ill let you decide, whether you want to go get a cloth……….or use your tongue to wash me down there……….

I had given him an out. I dont know what I am going to do, if he dashes for the bathroom. I held my breath as – for a moment – he didnt move.

I could not believe it! Finally, I was going to taste the juices, which I had been sniffing on moms panties for so long. I climbed on the bed – positioned myself between moms legs and was just about to lean forward when mom said: STOP!

As he tried to position himself, I could see that the bulge in Timmys shorts must be making him very uncomfortable. I certainly didnt want him to be distracted in his labours, so I told him to take them off. Hurriedly, he pulled shorts and jocks down in one go. I had brief glimpse of the mess in his undies, before he climbed back between my open legs. His firm little penis was standing up straight, and leaking a long strand of pre-cum……….

When I lowered my head, I could smell moms pussy. It smelled like her undies – but stronger – and much nicer. I wasnt sure at first, where to put my tongue – I didnt want to hurt mom, and it all looked a bit – raw. So I started on one side, where it was particularly wet and sticky.

Ooooh – it tasted soooo good – and moms pussy was so soft – that it wasnt long before I was licking everywhere. And the more I licked, the more juice came out! I started to think I was doing it wrong, when my tongue ran over the little nub at the top. Mom moaned and arched her back: Yes Timmy! Right there – more!

What Timmy lacked in experience, he certainly made up for in enthusiasm. I couldnt remember the last time I was so wet, and when he finally found my clit, I was more than ready for it.

I was licking moms nub, my pecker was aching, mom was squirming, and then she started moaning in a high-pitched voice. Startled, I stopped – but mom grabbed the back of my head and pressed my face down into her pussy. I couldnt breathe, and couldnt really lick anymore, but my mouth was on her nub, so I sort of sucked on it, which made mom call out: OH MY GO-O-OD!!!, as she arched her back and shuddered.

I lay there, panting – and couldnt remember the last time, Id had such a strong orgasm. Timmy had sat back on his haunches, with his penis straining towards me, still leaking pre-cum. Or was it? I saw spatters on the sheet, between my legs, and knew he had to have come while going down on me. It was time to put him out of his misery. And this time, he was bound to last a bit longer. But first, I couldnt help being a little mischievous.

Trying to sound casual, I said: That was nice, Timmy. I feel much better now. But you must be tired from your hard work. Its ok, if you want to go play now.

Oh, wicked woman! The emotions chased each other across Timmys face: startlement, confusion, hurt. But MOM – you promised!

Hmm? Promised what, dear?

That you would give me a massage!

I looked down at the sheets. But Timmy – you dont need one – I can see, that you have already emptied your penis.

He looked down, and then grabbed his little willie: But its still itchy, mom!

I laughed, and then felt wistful – one day, he would look back, and miss the days, when he could stay erect forever……….Alright then. I moved aside, pointed at the clean side of the bed, and told him to lie down.

I lay next to him, propped on one elbow. Timmy was looking at my breasts, so I told him that he could touch them, if he liked.

He liked……….

While I now had the leisure to properly study his hairless little willie for the first time.

It was just beautiful. From his taut little balls, my eyes roamed up his smooth, straight, little shaft – past the brown ring, where he had been circumcised, up the pinkish section – lingering on his perfect corona – and stopping at his eager little helmet.
It just had to be the tastiest-looking little thing I had ever seen.

And it was all mine!

I stroked his shaft and balls for a bit, before bending over and kissing the underside of his glans. It gave a satisfying twitch, so I slowly ran my tongue up and down the shaft, until I couldnt bear it any longer and took my sons penis in my mouth.

He gave a shudder and little moan……….

My pecker was inside moms warm, wet mouth – and I knew nothing would ever feel this good again. My own hand rated a four out of ten, since moms hand rated a ten. But this……….it was a hundred times better! I wished, she would never-ever stop.

I couldnt believe, how enjoyable sucking my sons dick was. Because it was still smallish, I didnt have to fight the gag-reflex, there were no pubic-hairs to tickle my nose, and it felt just so damn good! I worked his shaft, while licking the head. Took it as deep as it would go, sucked on his head, while squeezing the shaft – until he came.

My little Timmy was coming inside his mommys mouth and I felt like a queen. He didnt have much left to give, but it tasted like sweet nectar – nothing like my husbands stale, salty semen.

I knew then, I would need more. I was still trying to suck the last drop out, and already looking forward to doing this again, when his balls were full……….

I spent the next three days in a fog, trying to hold on to the memories of that day: How moms pussy smelled and tasted, How it felt to have my pecker inside moms mouth. The feel of moms breasts. Mom gave me a little smile, whenever dad wasnt watching, but he was always around. I think, I hated dad a bit, because I just wanted him to go away, so mom and I could play again.

Peter had taken a week off work and it was killing me. I was shocked to discover, that I had no desire to make love with him, because all I could think about was Timmys beautiful, little penis. I needed to taste his sweet ejaculate again. But I knew, every night yet another load was being wasted into a wad of tissues. The poor boy was surly, and clearly suffering even more than I.

Finally – Peter went back to work.

The day seemed to drag on forever. I almost played with myself several times, and by the time school was out, my pussy was swollen, dripping, and on fire. I knew, Timmys balls would be full and wanted to empty them down my throat. But right now – I needed something else far more……….

I ran upstairs – dropping my bag along the way – praying, that mom was home and willing to play.

Timmy came bolting around the corner, as if all the demons of hell were after him.

Mom was leaning against the head-board, wearing nothing but a pink floral dress. Shed pulled her feet back and spread her legs, so I could see her pussy.

And the hair was gone!

It seemed to call to me: Come here – kiss me!

I enjoyed the look of surprise on Timmys face, when he saw that I had waxed. I let him drink his fill, and then scooted down on the bed. Dont you think, you should take your clothes off?

I was in such a hurry to get out of my clothes, that I got all tangled up and nearly fell down. I climbed onto the bed and was going to kneel between moms legs again.

I just could not get enough of the sight of Timmys little penis sticking up so firmly – eager for his mommy. Already, the tip was oozing pre-cum. I told him to move higher, so I could hold him.

Mom wanted to cuddle, so I lay on top of her, and rested my head on her breast – looking at the other one. It was a nice, round shape and the nipple was standing up. On impulse, I leaned over and kissed it.

I could feel Timmys penis throbbing against my pubic mound, and told him to raise his hips.

Then I guided him inside me.

When my penis sank into moms soft, wet, pussy – my brain exploded. I had thought, nothing could feel better than her mouth. I was wrong.

I was cupping Timmys firm buttocks with both hands – urging him to fuck me faster and faster. It didnt take him long to come!! My little boy was shooting his seed inside his mom!! Tears of happiness were running down my cheeks, but I was also disappointed, because he had finished. I neednt have worried, though – my little man hardly missed a beat, and just went on thrusting.

It felt so good……….moms breasts underneath my head……….moms hands holding my bottom……….my willie inside moms pussy……….All I could think was:

!!Im fucking mummy! Im fucking mummy!!!