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One night changed my life forever. I let my son make have sex with me. I felt so guilty but strong as my guilty feelings were, I could not help my weakness for making love with my own teenage son. What bothers me even more than the fact that the incident occurred, is the fact that I enjoyed it while it was happening and wanted more of the same. I got my wish and we are still continuing to carry on our affair, even as I write this.
I took my f******n year old son with me to a friends wedding. During the meal he had removed his shoe and was running his foot up and down my leg, I told him to stop, but he wouldn't. He said he like the feel of silky legs. Not wishing to make a scene at the table, I let him have his way. Actually, I got a little thrill out of his sneaky footsy game
The dinner and speeches were over and the music had begun. I sighed that I hadn't danced in years. My son Mark asked me if I want to dance with him. I have always loved to dance, finding it romantic and sensual. But I didn't consider that I would transfer those feelings to my son.
The couple of glasses of wine I had must have hit me harder than usual, because when we started to dance I lost my balance for a moment and had to lean on my son for support. This made us begin to dance very close. My son had dancing classes and now his lessons really showed. He took a firm lead and holding me closer still, glided us around the floor. I swelled with pride as my handsome young son showed me his skills. He held me tightly on the turns and my breasts pressed against his chest. When that would happen he would take a deep breath and seem to enjoy the sensation. I didn't mind, it really was very complementary.
As we moved together I felt his leg bushing against mine and even between them occasionally. This was exciting me. Soon the movements of dancing and frontal friction made me dampen my knickers! I was embarrassed, but trying not to let it be too obvious that I was getting turned on. In that position, with our legs entwined as we twirled and swayed, I my son's hard young penis nudging against me on purpose. After a few more dances I decided that we had better go home.
On the way home as we walked side by side, he asked me if I missed having his father or a boyfriend around. I answered yes sometimes, not suspect for one moment what he was getting at. He put his arm around my waist and whispered he would take care of me. I then began to wonder. Was my son sensing my feeling of neglect? Was he trying to fill the emptiness? Did he have something more mind that a sexy dance? I wasn't sure I wanted to know, but my son had made me feel loved and wanted. Only, I wondered, what he really wanted exactly. As we walked, his hand on the small of my back slipped lower down to my hips;.
When we arrived home, after a 15 minute walk, Mark went off to bed. I decided to have a bath, I love relaxing in the tub. As I lay there, content in the warm water, my thoughts drifted to the events of the evening. I remember the erotic feeling of my Mark’s foot rubbing on my leg; I recalled when we had danced close how my large 38D breasts were squashed to his chest and how his thigh had pressed between my legs. Occasionally, at first it would slide across my pussy, and then he had become even bolder and mashed his male member against my abdomen.
Had he known what he was doing to me? How excited and aroused it made me feel? I had gotten wet while we danced!. The tingling down in my pussy. I had to admit it, I was horny, and my own teenage son was the one who brought those needs to the surface.
The water felt sensual and I decided to masturbate to relieve the sensual hunger I was feeling in my loins. My hands began to massage my breasts. I pulled at my nipples until they were erect. They'd been stiff when we had danced too. Then my fingers slip down my trembling body to throw my thick bush of pubic hair to play with my throbbing clit, to bring the urgent release I desperately needed.
I spread my legs as my fingers searched for the little pleasure bud. I pulled my labia open, exposing my nub and began to stimulate it using the slippery juices from my cunt. I put a couple fingers in there too and let my mind wander to thoughts of what I'd seen of my son sometimes, when I caught sight of him nude or in his underwear. My eyes couldn't help seeing what a terrific young body he had. I began to think of those forbidden thoughts that dance has started, I began to pretend it was my son who was my lover and it made my head pulse with lust for his hard young cock.
As I brought myself close to my climax I looked up. There, in the slightly open door peaking in, with his hand on his erect young penis, was my Mark. I almost fainted, from embarrassment or lust I'm not sure. I must have been lying there for a good 10 to 15 minutes fingering myself before I noticed him staring at me. I wondered if he had been there the whole time. Oh! My god! Had I called his name as I was fantasising about him poking his hard young cock into my wet cunt? I couldn't remember, but there was no place to hide. I called to him to come in and he walked into the bathroom!
I asked him to why he was peeking at me as he knew he could talk to
Me in the bath at any time. He apologised and started asking me all kinds of questions about my relationship with his father?. I could see my son's hard young cock was enough to fulfil all that I could ask for. I realised that during our conversation he had been stroking himself and I had continued to massage my nipples and strum my hairy pussy as I cautiously replied to his questions. I finally got up in wrap myself in the towel. He followed me into the bedroom . . . naked.
I was upset and annoyed but realised that something must have been bothering him terribly. When I confronted him, he admitted that he was insecure and wanted to spend the night in my bed. He said he felt like a social outcast at school and wanted to be near me, someone he knew really did love him. I thought I understood the feelings that a teenager has, but was unsure a night in his mommy's bed would make him feel more mature and confident. Yet, the sexual elements of the evening's events also made me suspicious of his motive. But, after more discussion I reluctantly agreed.
I had to put the towel down to get into my nightie This gave Mark a free view of his my naked body. I could see his young penis getting erect again. I did something very naughty, I 'accidentally' dropped my nightie and then I had to reach down to pick it up. Mark’s eyes never left me as I bent over with my back to him and my legs slightly apart. He had a very good look at my hairy pussy. I suppose that I was responsible for what happened later with that kind teasing. I got a secret buzz out of exposing my most private place to him. Wine always made me horny.
Then we got in bed together to watch some tv. He was still naked. When I told him to get his pyjamas shorts on, he claimed that he liked sleeping in the nude now. Well I did that sometimes too, but I wasn't about to be 'in the raw' at the same time I was sharing a bed with my teenage son. I didn't want to have a fuss over his sleeping in the nude, so I let him stay as he was. I leaned over to kiss him goodnight and he pulled me to him in a tight hug.
I could feel his erection poking me in the midsection as we kissed a bit longer than I had intended. I broke away from his embrace when he began to rub his hard-on up and down on my tummy. I was glad I had the nightie on for at least some modesty's sake. The boldness of his hint of sexual coupling with me was made very dangerous by the juices it elicited from between my thighs. But I wasn't going to let my own son fuck me, just share the warmth and companionship of spending the night in bed with another person, even if it was his mother!
My back was turned to him as we started to go to sleep and I could sense his body had moved closer i me from the warmth. Somewhere in the middle of night I awoke suddenly. My nightie was rolled up all way to my stomach; Mark was lying tightly against me, his stomach to my back. His hands were wrapped around my body and he was softly fondling my erect nipples! His young penis was turgid and tucked in between my thighs. It was rubbing against the hairy lips of my vagina which was secreting heavily. I was excited and turned on! I had no idea how long this had been going on.
At first I didn't move. I was afraid to let on that I was awake. I kept wondering how long he had been doing this and whether or not he had attempted to penetrate me. My questions were soon answered. By him manoeuvring himself somewhat, his hard young penis found my wet opening and slid in. He was rock hard and I could not prevent my body from beginning to perspire from the excitement. Mark was moaning and beginning to pump more vigorously. I could feel the ridge to his dick-head sliding in and out of the first couple of inches of my very wet pussy.
I could and should have stopped it right there . . . but I let it go on. I allowed him to continue and even began to move with him. My hips pushed back seeking to gain more of his hard young cock within my burning cunt. He rolled me over on to my stomach, clinging to me as he did so. I found myself raising my buttocks, accepting him even deeper into me. The hard young rod of his organ slid all the way to the bottom. I could feel the tip bumping the mouth of my womb. My thick bush of pubic hair met his soft down of pubic hair, as completely to the root of his young cock my sex driven young son rutted into his own mother's cunt. He climax at that moment, screaming out into the darkness. I climax myself, the big bang - over the top / can't stop from cumming kind. Too exhausted and out of breathe to say anything, we both fell off to sleep without so much as one word having passed our lips.
The next morning I came downstairs, while he was still asleep upstairs in my bed. I was so full of shame I felt like bursting into tears. What had I done!, Whom could I turn to, Whom could I tell? How could I explain what had made me let my own f******n year old son fuck me? How could I ever admit to anyone the pleasure and satisfaction I took from being fucked be my own son? I went into the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee. As I sat there at the kitchen table I heard him get up and go to the bathroom. After the toilet flushed I heard him coming down the stairs.
Now was the moment I dreaded, to have to look him in the face and say what we had done was not right, it was not to be repeated, and was never to be talked about with anyone. Would he obey me, now that we had passed a threshold of intimacy that mothers and sons were forbidden to do? Would he want more sex with his own mother? Would he look into my eyes and see clear to my soul that I desired physical union again also, to have my own son lying between the legs?
I stood up as he came into the kitchen, but before I could say anything, he came over and gave me a tight hug. Then, he kissed me. It was a French kiss and took me completely by surprise. I pushed him away and shook my head, not trusting my voice to say no, for my knees had turned to jelly at that intimate act and something's stirred between my thighs once more. He sensed it for he took a step closer to me and put his hand around my body drawing me to his embrace again. He pushed at me with his hips.
I tried to move back away from him, but I was stopped by the edge of the table. My arms went around him as he kissed me deeply with his tongue sliding into my mouth. I seem to have no will of my own. His hand move down to my buttocks and started to massage them, then he was pulling my robe, the only apparel I had on, off my shoulders then down and over my hips. Now I stood before my own teenage son completely stripped of robe and of resistance to anything he wanted. My head was throbbing with passion, my clit pulsed with lust, my pussy was dripping with readiness. Mark dropped his shorts, the only thing he was wearing, to the floor.
He leaned me back so that I had to sit on the table. I scooted back even more and drew up my legs and spread them totally, exposing my hairy crotch to my son, who now had become my lover. He bent down and began to lick my wet pussy and stick his fingers into my cunt. His tongue drove me to heights I had not experienced for a long long time. My hands caressed his head gently as he was eating me. His tongue worked in concert with the nibbling lips beneath his nose. My taste and smell was a feast for my son, my own motherfucker.
Then he rose up and stepped up close, touching my labia with his hard penis. The head of it was a bright red and looked so big for a young boy. I couldn't stop him this time either, nor did I want to. I urged him to put it in my wet cunt and began to use language I reserved only for my fantasies. "Fuck me darling!" I told him, "Fuck me! Oh, yes! Make me cum again like you did last night! I want your cum in me!!" But he continued to rub the tip up and down my wet cunt. My hips were rising up off the table seeking to have him in my pussy Finally, my son, my i****tuous lover, gave me what I was begging for. As his hard young cock slid into my wet hairy cunt I groaned and panted. We were doing it again! This time he knew I wanted it just as much as he did, and wanted him to squirt his young love juice deep inside his mother’s womb.
He began to move faster as his climax built. I was moving my hips pumping in rhythm, thrusting back at my son. His smooth balls beat against my arsehole exciting me all the more. Then, he was finally cumming inside me again saying, "Oh . . . Mum! Oohh uh! Mum! Mum! I love you! Cum with me Mum! CUM WITH MEEE!!"
I had never dreamed of such an intense moment. My orgasm burst over me like a concussion from an explosion. I lunged my hips forward and pulled him to me so we were coupled together as my body bounced in response to his demanding young cock. I screamed in cumming with him. My eyes were clouded with a blurry haze of a semi-comatose trance. As I slowly came to my senses I realised that it was the second time we had made love in only 12 hours, yet I already look forward to the next, and wondered when it would be. Soon, I hoped as he was so young he would be back to hardness very quickly.
It was sooner than I expected. While I was still weak from that mighty orgasm, Mark made me turn over and placing his still hard young cock against my wet opening and put it back in again. I orgasmed abruptly at once and then again, as his smooth young dick moved back and forth powerfully in my wet cunt. My own teenaged son took me. I had no control over my physical reactions anymore. I was completely under my son's command. But he hadn't cum in me the second time yet.
I started to turn but he told me to stay like that.
He begin to push back in to me, the head sliding back in But all I could do was grunt. Then, he started to move in and out again. I began to have a strange glowing feeling around my cunt. I found that it was good! I was going to cum with my son again! He began to move from the delicate strokes with which he had started with and picked up the pace a bit as his hard young prick fucked me.
I opened myself to the inevitable, accepting the total submission to him I could smell our love juice’s. He was pounding into me now, and was going to cum in my cunt. Life was now crazy! I had never been so totally turned on. I threw my pussy backwards toward him as I felt him pulse and throb with his orgasm, this made me cum too. I collapsed on the table totally exhausted and completely satisfied by my new lover, my own teenage son.
He rested his torso lightly upon my back. We lay like that for a few minutes, half supported by the table, our legs barely able to hold themselves up. Mark finally stood up and seemed to draw some strength from somewhere. No way could I have walked anywhere at this time. In fact, I was lucky not to collapse to the floor. He reached out and hugged me. We looked a right sight if anyone could see us. We were both naked, with cum coating our genitals. Any woman would have considered the fucking I had just gotten to be enough for them.
Silently, without words, because we were too busy kissing, my son led me to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet seat where I promptly peed in front of my son and lover without any embarrassment now. He began to run a bath and helped me get into the bath. He lathered up his hands and soaped me all over; everywhere, everything, inside and out, then rinsed me. He then got in the bath himself then. With pleasure, I proceeded to wash my son everywhere, even his arsehole. We towelled each other off and changed the sheets on my bed. Then we lay down on it again, both of us naked and in love with each other. I felt guilty about it. Committing i****t with my own son, but I wasn't going to let that stop me now from having the best sex of my life.
One night changed my life forever. The fact is that I enjoyed it while it was happening and wanted more of the same. I got my wish. We are still continuing to carry on our affair. Even after 40 years, I still love being fucked by him. So here I will end the story for now. I'm glad that I could tell you; I know that at least you will understand.
I took my f******n year old son with me to a friends wedding. During the meal he had removed his shoe and was running his foot up and down my leg, I told him to stop, but he wouldn't. He said he like the feel of silky legs. Not wishing to make a scene at the table, I let him have his way. Actually, I got a little thrill out of his sneaky footsy game
The dinner and speeches were over and the music had begun. I sighed that I hadn't danced in years. My son Mark asked me if I want to dance with him. I have always loved to dance, finding it romantic and sensual. But I didn't consider that I would transfer those feelings to my son.
The couple of glasses of wine I had must have hit me harder than usual, because when we started to dance I lost my balance for a moment and had to lean on my son for support. This made us begin to dance very close. My son had dancing classes and now his lessons really showed. He took a firm lead and holding me closer still, glided us around the floor. I swelled with pride as my handsome young son showed me his skills. He held me tightly on the turns and my breasts pressed against his chest. When that would happen he would take a deep breath and seem to enjoy the sensation. I didn't mind, it really was very complementary.
As we moved together I felt his leg bushing against mine and even between them occasionally. This was exciting me. Soon the movements of dancing and frontal friction made me dampen my knickers! I was embarrassed, but trying not to let it be too obvious that I was getting turned on. In that position, with our legs entwined as we twirled and swayed, I my son's hard young penis nudging against me on purpose. After a few more dances I decided that we had better go home.
On the way home as we walked side by side, he asked me if I missed having his father or a boyfriend around. I answered yes sometimes, not suspect for one moment what he was getting at. He put his arm around my waist and whispered he would take care of me. I then began to wonder. Was my son sensing my feeling of neglect? Was he trying to fill the emptiness? Did he have something more mind that a sexy dance? I wasn't sure I wanted to know, but my son had made me feel loved and wanted. Only, I wondered, what he really wanted exactly. As we walked, his hand on the small of my back slipped lower down to my hips;.
When we arrived home, after a 15 minute walk, Mark went off to bed. I decided to have a bath, I love relaxing in the tub. As I lay there, content in the warm water, my thoughts drifted to the events of the evening. I remember the erotic feeling of my Mark’s foot rubbing on my leg; I recalled when we had danced close how my large 38D breasts were squashed to his chest and how his thigh had pressed between my legs. Occasionally, at first it would slide across my pussy, and then he had become even bolder and mashed his male member against my abdomen.
Had he known what he was doing to me? How excited and aroused it made me feel? I had gotten wet while we danced!. The tingling down in my pussy. I had to admit it, I was horny, and my own teenage son was the one who brought those needs to the surface.
The water felt sensual and I decided to masturbate to relieve the sensual hunger I was feeling in my loins. My hands began to massage my breasts. I pulled at my nipples until they were erect. They'd been stiff when we had danced too. Then my fingers slip down my trembling body to throw my thick bush of pubic hair to play with my throbbing clit, to bring the urgent release I desperately needed.
I spread my legs as my fingers searched for the little pleasure bud. I pulled my labia open, exposing my nub and began to stimulate it using the slippery juices from my cunt. I put a couple fingers in there too and let my mind wander to thoughts of what I'd seen of my son sometimes, when I caught sight of him nude or in his underwear. My eyes couldn't help seeing what a terrific young body he had. I began to think of those forbidden thoughts that dance has started, I began to pretend it was my son who was my lover and it made my head pulse with lust for his hard young cock.
As I brought myself close to my climax I looked up. There, in the slightly open door peaking in, with his hand on his erect young penis, was my Mark. I almost fainted, from embarrassment or lust I'm not sure. I must have been lying there for a good 10 to 15 minutes fingering myself before I noticed him staring at me. I wondered if he had been there the whole time. Oh! My god! Had I called his name as I was fantasising about him poking his hard young cock into my wet cunt? I couldn't remember, but there was no place to hide. I called to him to come in and he walked into the bathroom!
I asked him to why he was peeking at me as he knew he could talk to
Me in the bath at any time. He apologised and started asking me all kinds of questions about my relationship with his father?. I could see my son's hard young cock was enough to fulfil all that I could ask for. I realised that during our conversation he had been stroking himself and I had continued to massage my nipples and strum my hairy pussy as I cautiously replied to his questions. I finally got up in wrap myself in the towel. He followed me into the bedroom . . . naked.
I was upset and annoyed but realised that something must have been bothering him terribly. When I confronted him, he admitted that he was insecure and wanted to spend the night in my bed. He said he felt like a social outcast at school and wanted to be near me, someone he knew really did love him. I thought I understood the feelings that a teenager has, but was unsure a night in his mommy's bed would make him feel more mature and confident. Yet, the sexual elements of the evening's events also made me suspicious of his motive. But, after more discussion I reluctantly agreed.
I had to put the towel down to get into my nightie This gave Mark a free view of his my naked body. I could see his young penis getting erect again. I did something very naughty, I 'accidentally' dropped my nightie and then I had to reach down to pick it up. Mark’s eyes never left me as I bent over with my back to him and my legs slightly apart. He had a very good look at my hairy pussy. I suppose that I was responsible for what happened later with that kind teasing. I got a secret buzz out of exposing my most private place to him. Wine always made me horny.
Then we got in bed together to watch some tv. He was still naked. When I told him to get his pyjamas shorts on, he claimed that he liked sleeping in the nude now. Well I did that sometimes too, but I wasn't about to be 'in the raw' at the same time I was sharing a bed with my teenage son. I didn't want to have a fuss over his sleeping in the nude, so I let him stay as he was. I leaned over to kiss him goodnight and he pulled me to him in a tight hug.
I could feel his erection poking me in the midsection as we kissed a bit longer than I had intended. I broke away from his embrace when he began to rub his hard-on up and down on my tummy. I was glad I had the nightie on for at least some modesty's sake. The boldness of his hint of sexual coupling with me was made very dangerous by the juices it elicited from between my thighs. But I wasn't going to let my own son fuck me, just share the warmth and companionship of spending the night in bed with another person, even if it was his mother!
My back was turned to him as we started to go to sleep and I could sense his body had moved closer i me from the warmth. Somewhere in the middle of night I awoke suddenly. My nightie was rolled up all way to my stomach; Mark was lying tightly against me, his stomach to my back. His hands were wrapped around my body and he was softly fondling my erect nipples! His young penis was turgid and tucked in between my thighs. It was rubbing against the hairy lips of my vagina which was secreting heavily. I was excited and turned on! I had no idea how long this had been going on.
At first I didn't move. I was afraid to let on that I was awake. I kept wondering how long he had been doing this and whether or not he had attempted to penetrate me. My questions were soon answered. By him manoeuvring himself somewhat, his hard young penis found my wet opening and slid in. He was rock hard and I could not prevent my body from beginning to perspire from the excitement. Mark was moaning and beginning to pump more vigorously. I could feel the ridge to his dick-head sliding in and out of the first couple of inches of my very wet pussy.
I could and should have stopped it right there . . . but I let it go on. I allowed him to continue and even began to move with him. My hips pushed back seeking to gain more of his hard young cock within my burning cunt. He rolled me over on to my stomach, clinging to me as he did so. I found myself raising my buttocks, accepting him even deeper into me. The hard young rod of his organ slid all the way to the bottom. I could feel the tip bumping the mouth of my womb. My thick bush of pubic hair met his soft down of pubic hair, as completely to the root of his young cock my sex driven young son rutted into his own mother's cunt. He climax at that moment, screaming out into the darkness. I climax myself, the big bang - over the top / can't stop from cumming kind. Too exhausted and out of breathe to say anything, we both fell off to sleep without so much as one word having passed our lips.
The next morning I came downstairs, while he was still asleep upstairs in my bed. I was so full of shame I felt like bursting into tears. What had I done!, Whom could I turn to, Whom could I tell? How could I explain what had made me let my own f******n year old son fuck me? How could I ever admit to anyone the pleasure and satisfaction I took from being fucked be my own son? I went into the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee. As I sat there at the kitchen table I heard him get up and go to the bathroom. After the toilet flushed I heard him coming down the stairs.
Now was the moment I dreaded, to have to look him in the face and say what we had done was not right, it was not to be repeated, and was never to be talked about with anyone. Would he obey me, now that we had passed a threshold of intimacy that mothers and sons were forbidden to do? Would he want more sex with his own mother? Would he look into my eyes and see clear to my soul that I desired physical union again also, to have my own son lying between the legs?
I stood up as he came into the kitchen, but before I could say anything, he came over and gave me a tight hug. Then, he kissed me. It was a French kiss and took me completely by surprise. I pushed him away and shook my head, not trusting my voice to say no, for my knees had turned to jelly at that intimate act and something's stirred between my thighs once more. He sensed it for he took a step closer to me and put his hand around my body drawing me to his embrace again. He pushed at me with his hips.
I tried to move back away from him, but I was stopped by the edge of the table. My arms went around him as he kissed me deeply with his tongue sliding into my mouth. I seem to have no will of my own. His hand move down to my buttocks and started to massage them, then he was pulling my robe, the only apparel I had on, off my shoulders then down and over my hips. Now I stood before my own teenage son completely stripped of robe and of resistance to anything he wanted. My head was throbbing with passion, my clit pulsed with lust, my pussy was dripping with readiness. Mark dropped his shorts, the only thing he was wearing, to the floor.
He leaned me back so that I had to sit on the table. I scooted back even more and drew up my legs and spread them totally, exposing my hairy crotch to my son, who now had become my lover. He bent down and began to lick my wet pussy and stick his fingers into my cunt. His tongue drove me to heights I had not experienced for a long long time. My hands caressed his head gently as he was eating me. His tongue worked in concert with the nibbling lips beneath his nose. My taste and smell was a feast for my son, my own motherfucker.
Then he rose up and stepped up close, touching my labia with his hard penis. The head of it was a bright red and looked so big for a young boy. I couldn't stop him this time either, nor did I want to. I urged him to put it in my wet cunt and began to use language I reserved only for my fantasies. "Fuck me darling!" I told him, "Fuck me! Oh, yes! Make me cum again like you did last night! I want your cum in me!!" But he continued to rub the tip up and down my wet cunt. My hips were rising up off the table seeking to have him in my pussy Finally, my son, my i****tuous lover, gave me what I was begging for. As his hard young cock slid into my wet hairy cunt I groaned and panted. We were doing it again! This time he knew I wanted it just as much as he did, and wanted him to squirt his young love juice deep inside his mother’s womb.
He began to move faster as his climax built. I was moving my hips pumping in rhythm, thrusting back at my son. His smooth balls beat against my arsehole exciting me all the more. Then, he was finally cumming inside me again saying, "Oh . . . Mum! Oohh uh! Mum! Mum! I love you! Cum with me Mum! CUM WITH MEEE!!"
I had never dreamed of such an intense moment. My orgasm burst over me like a concussion from an explosion. I lunged my hips forward and pulled him to me so we were coupled together as my body bounced in response to his demanding young cock. I screamed in cumming with him. My eyes were clouded with a blurry haze of a semi-comatose trance. As I slowly came to my senses I realised that it was the second time we had made love in only 12 hours, yet I already look forward to the next, and wondered when it would be. Soon, I hoped as he was so young he would be back to hardness very quickly.
It was sooner than I expected. While I was still weak from that mighty orgasm, Mark made me turn over and placing his still hard young cock against my wet opening and put it back in again. I orgasmed abruptly at once and then again, as his smooth young dick moved back and forth powerfully in my wet cunt. My own teenaged son took me. I had no control over my physical reactions anymore. I was completely under my son's command. But he hadn't cum in me the second time yet.
I started to turn but he told me to stay like that.
He begin to push back in to me, the head sliding back in But all I could do was grunt. Then, he started to move in and out again. I began to have a strange glowing feeling around my cunt. I found that it was good! I was going to cum with my son again! He began to move from the delicate strokes with which he had started with and picked up the pace a bit as his hard young prick fucked me.
I opened myself to the inevitable, accepting the total submission to him I could smell our love juice’s. He was pounding into me now, and was going to cum in my cunt. Life was now crazy! I had never been so totally turned on. I threw my pussy backwards toward him as I felt him pulse and throb with his orgasm, this made me cum too. I collapsed on the table totally exhausted and completely satisfied by my new lover, my own teenage son.
He rested his torso lightly upon my back. We lay like that for a few minutes, half supported by the table, our legs barely able to hold themselves up. Mark finally stood up and seemed to draw some strength from somewhere. No way could I have walked anywhere at this time. In fact, I was lucky not to collapse to the floor. He reached out and hugged me. We looked a right sight if anyone could see us. We were both naked, with cum coating our genitals. Any woman would have considered the fucking I had just gotten to be enough for them.
Silently, without words, because we were too busy kissing, my son led me to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet seat where I promptly peed in front of my son and lover without any embarrassment now. He began to run a bath and helped me get into the bath. He lathered up his hands and soaped me all over; everywhere, everything, inside and out, then rinsed me. He then got in the bath himself then. With pleasure, I proceeded to wash my son everywhere, even his arsehole. We towelled each other off and changed the sheets on my bed. Then we lay down on it again, both of us naked and in love with each other. I felt guilty about it. Committing i****t with my own son, but I wasn't going to let that stop me now from having the best sex of my life.
One night changed my life forever. The fact is that I enjoyed it while it was happening and wanted more of the same. I got my wish. We are still continuing to carry on our affair. Even after 40 years, I still love being fucked by him. So here I will end the story for now. I'm glad that I could tell you; I know that at least you will understand.
Julianne
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