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My husband left me years ago and, at the time this story begins, I was 31 years old. I'd been feeling horny for most of this particular day but I still hadn't done anything to satisfy my arousal before my teenage son came home after school.

At 14 years old, Mark quite small and he was'nt very muscular, and he had short dark hair and was extremely well endowed for a young boy. Yes, I confess I'd seen him in the shower a many times and, although his cock was flaccid, it was impressive.

Another confession: I often thought about seeing him erect, imagining how it would look when it was hard.

Truthfully, I got wet thinking about his hard young cock when I was in my bedroom, I was in floods. Oh yes, Sam was definitely advanced for his young age.

And Mark also loved to flirt, even with me. In fact, for weeks he constantly flirted, following me around the house, getting more and more naughty with his remarks and grinning at me. It became obvious that my young son had ideas about me.

I did not discuss this with him but there was no mistaking the signals. I knew he wanted me, and as it was some time since I'd had a hard cock, I was truly tempted. So, I came to a decision: if Mark made the move, I wouldn't stop him...

It's early evening and we've just finished eating dinner. In the lounge, Mark was sitting on our sofa and I settling next to him and sipping more of the red wine I'd started drinking during our meal. The wine was making me feel hot while we exchange small talk, chatting about school and ordinary every day happenings. Just one difference: I could feel sexual energy building between us. It was the way he was looking at me, especially my breasts.
He was drooling.

I stood and turn on a small lamp at the side of the sofa, then slowly walked over to switch off the main light. In the subdued glow, I return to sit next to Mark. Almost immediately, he puts a hand on one of my big tits and caresses it over the top of my blouse. My hard nipple tells its own story but I say nothing. After all the weeks of flirting, Mark was finally making his move.

Clearly encouraged by my silence, he puts his other hand on my knee and gradually slides it up the inside of my thigh. My skirt just about covered my hairy pussy and as my naughty teenage son fondles my 38D breasts and pinches my hard nipples, I seen he had a remarkable bulge in his jeans.

Unchallenged, he slides his hand further towards my knickers and I open my legs, providing my horny young son with easier access. Gently Mark rubs along my knickers and I feel very aroused and moist. His bulge is even bigger now and I reach down to feel his hardness. We both rub and feel eachother over clothes; Mark was getting even harder and I getting very wet.

We did'nt speak a word, our hands were doing all the talking and I want to fuck him but not be on this sofa. My bed is more comfortable,so with the sexual heat at fever pitch,

I whisper, "Mark, why don't we go to my bedroom."

"Ok, Mum," he grins, "I'd love to."

We stand, and I see his lump. "Oh my darling," "it seems you have a problem. Would you like mummy to sort that out for you?"

"Oh, yes please Mum. I want you Mum".

"Oh, you're very naughty boy, Mark." I smile at him. "Listen, I didn't come on to you but I had decided that if you made a move me, I wouldn't stop you."

"I've been thinking about you for ages Mum."

"Well, we can go to my bedroom if you want. Do you want to come to my bed for a cuddle?"

"Oh yes, please Mum."

"Okay, darling."

We were facing eachother at the side of my bed, and we start to kiss and caress intimate places before stripping off our clothes. My bed creaks when we got on it and I'm soaking wet and horny as fuck.
Lying naked next to Mark, my virile son is on his back and his hard young cock is hugely erect. I can see Mark was anxious to get it inside me, to be fucking my wet hairy pussy.

I started stroking Mark's hard teenage cock and also move a hand over his smooth chest, playing with his nipples and licking them. I was planting kisses on his smooth chest, over his tummy, and down to his groin. I lifted his hard young cock to my mouth and suck on the head while I stroke his hard shaft and play with his full balls.

Mark started fingers my hairy wet pussy and I took his cock from my mouth to admire his stupendous erection. It was glistening with pre-cum and twitches and pulsing in my hand. I resumed licking and sucking and Mark was rampant, wanting much more. He wants to fuck me, and I want to fuck him.

I get on my back, and spread my legs apart. "Come on, Mark, come to mummy. You can go all the way, darling... I've had my tubes tied, so I cant get pregnant. I want you to cum in your my pussy. You do want to fuck mummy, don't you?"

"Oh yes Mum, I want my cock in your hairy pussy."

"Okay, now get between my legs and get that lovely cock of yours in me. Do it now, Mark, PLEASE!."

With that, Mark moved between my thighs, his hard young cock upright up. It was fully erect, and ready to spear me. In position, he pushed closer and his shiney young cock meets my wet pussy lips. My inner pussy lips welcome him and he thrusts in and out, in and out. Yes, the fucking of my wet pussy from my randy young 14 year old son has begun.

We're locked together, fucking hard and then fucking slow, my mature hairy pussy taking my own son's hard young cock as he fucks me, I rub my clit and also massage the top of his pulsating shaft. That drives him even harder to fuck me.

The sounds of our passionate sex, squelching, slapping flesh, groaning and gasping fill the room. Mark's young teen cock is giving me orgasm after orgasm and he has great stamina. He keeps pounding me but hasn't cum yet while I bounce on the firm mattress, bucking to meet my son's strong plunging cock. Goodness, the fucking is so intense.

'My god, the stamina of a youthfull young man,' I think when my Mark suddenly pulls out and turns me onto my hands and knees. He gives it to me doggy style, driving his hard young cock into my depths, slapping against my buttocks until he finally he erupts. I cum with him and then it's over.

We lay resting for a while. I feel no shame that my young son has just fucked me. The taboo is broken, and I have to say, I loved it. We both fell asleep cuddled together.

I love weekends, it's a time when I can relax. Not surprisingly, on this particular Saturday morning, I awoke thinking back to the previous night's fucking with my 14 year old son.

It was the first time I'd had Mark in my bed and thinking about what we'd done with each other soon got me wet and horny. I wanted Mark to know how much I'd enjoyed it.

I nuddged him awake and kissed him on hid lipps. His bright eyes shot wide open, scanning my body, and he glimpses of my 38D breasts. Mark started to sit up but I placed a hand on his smooth chest. He looked surprised but I put a finger to my lips and said, "Shush, darling, shush, just let this happen. Last night was so good, so let mummy do something for you."

"Okay Mum," he muttered and remained quiet as I leaned down to kiss his smooth chest and lick his nipples. I knew he'd like that and he gasped when I flicked my tongue over his hard points before leaving a trail of kisses over his stomach, chest, cute face, and neck. And then our lips met and we kissed passionately as our tongues poked and twirled, dancing in each other's mouth. They wriggled happily together, entwined like mating snakes, and our breathing became increasing rapidly. My pussy was tingling and very wet and I couldn't resist it anymore: I had to have Mark's young cock in me again. But first I wanted to give my son some oral sex.

I stopped kissing him and knelt in front of him. I rubbed my hands up and down his hard young cock. I wanted this more than anything in the world at that moment. Mark has a very nice cock, very little pubic hair yet. I grasped his amazingly hard, young cock. wanking him slowly, I was staring at my son's tremendous weapon and thinking, 'If only you knew what mummy wanted from you,' while feeling him react in my hand.

His young cock throbbed as I kissed his thighs, and smelling his manliness scent drove me crazy. I licked his smooth balls and he groaned and ran fingers through my hair and over my shoulders. I knew what he wanted, and I was going to give it to him.

I started to suck and lick his hard cock. It tasted so sweet and also salty, it still had my own pussy juices on it from last night. As I slurped up and down on it, his hands were in my hair.
It didnt take me to long to feel his young cock start throbbing and he started to moan, MUM, Mum I'm cumming, and then he started cumming in my mouth.
"Oh God he tasted so good" I finished cleaning him up and moved up and we kissed. He could taste his own love juice as we kissed.


I stopped kissing him, and rolled on my back. My mature naked body was revealed to him in the morning light. Faced with his mother's mature breasts and hard nipples, Mark began to lick all over my heaving bust. I groaned and shivered as pleasure rushed through me.

He licked and swirled his tongue around one nipple while pinching the other one quite hard with thumb and forefinger. Then he switched nipples. After several glorious minutes of this, his free hand rested on my hairy pussy mound and he rubbed along my wet open sex, toying with my sensitive, aroused clit. Coupled with him sucking my nipple's, he made me moan loudly, so loud that I was pleased that nobody could hear us.

Eventually, I pushed him back down on the bed and returned to between his legs, his hard young cock once again in my hand. I leaned in and licked his shaft from base to head, repeating it several times before I lapped the pre-cum off his cock head. Tasting the salty bitterness triggered my impulsive nature and I pulled Mark's rampant teenage cock towards my face to feed it into my mouth again.

I took in less than half. I could hear him groaning while I bobbed up and down on his lovely young cock.

I felt a hand running through my hair as he groaned and his other hand resumed fondling and squeezing my extended nipples. I moaned on his cock as I took another few inches or so into my mouth. Then I began vigorously bobbing my head as fast as I could.

His groaning increased so much I assumed he was on the edge. I opened my mouth wide and slid his cock in as far as I could. I felt it on the back of my throat and started to gag. But, when I went to pull back, my naughty son put a hand on the back of my head and kept me down. He obviously wanted me to take it all, so I took a mighty breath and went for it.

I felt it slide in my throat until my nose touched his pubic hair, my chin resting against his balls. I gagged and Mark took his hand off my head, allowing me to withdraw. My saliva ran down his shaft in large quantities and I took another deep breath, composed myself and carried on sucking. After a few moments, I was sucking as hard as I could and Mark gripped my hair. I knew that my darling son was close to cumming. I went down one more time and as I pulled my head back up, he held me in place and spurted jets of hot young cum into my mouth. I swallowed large quantities but even more poured in before he finished unloading.

With his cock still in my mouth, I licked around the shaft and swallowed once more before removing it from my mouth. I crawled up next to him and he watched me use a finger to wipe cum off my chin, and then stick it into my mouth and lick it clean. It tasted salty and sweet.

Mark was breathing heavily, but smiling as he looked at me through half-opened eyes. I know he wanted all of this as much as I did and he would take as much advantage of the situation as he could. We still had the rest of the day and, we would do more than this in my bed I thought to myself. Cuddled up to my lovely young son who was also now my new lover.

Mark said he was going for a shower. I put on a clean T shirt and shorts, comfortable to wear around the house. I couldn't stop thinking about Mark in the shower. Because of my lust for my young son, his hard cock and his cum, and what I'd just done to him my bed, my horniness again took over. I knew as he was so young he would recover fast, so I walked to the bathroom. Through the glass doors of the shower, I saw Mark had his back to me and he didn't see me for a few moments, though I'm not sure how long I stared at him. When he noticed me, he smiled back at me. I hastily removed my clean clothes. Within seconds of entering the shower, his hands were on me and he played with my tits and sucked my nipples. Then a finger penetrated my hairy pussy and I gasped. I wanted his hard young cock in me but, for the moment, his finger was sufficient.

I ground my hips against his hand, fucking his finger like I would his cock. Mark stood behind me, keeping his hand perfectly still while I settled into a rhythm. For several minutes I was gasping and moaning loudly under the warm water until Mark suddenly withdrew his finger.

I waited a moment, catching my breath from the ecstasy of fucking his finger, and turned to see why he'd stopped. Before I could fully turn, however, a hand pushed me into a bending position and Mark's young hard cock was poised at the entrance of my mature hairy wet pussy. He grabbed my hips and slammed into me, making me scream. It was, I must say, a scream of pure ecstasy. He forcefully buried his hard cock until it could go further and I began to convulse. My son's hard young cock had been inside me for less than ten seconds but I was already thinking about his cum shooting inside, about being fucked harder than he fucked me the night before.

I had my hands on the wall to support me when he began pumping in and out. I trembled, my knees shook, and I kept yelling, "Oh darling... yes, oh baby boy... fuck mummy, oh yes..." The pleasure of having him fill me was so overwhelming that I could barely think straight or produce proper sentences. I was only aware of his throbbing young cock thrusting into me; every thrust a little harder and faster than the previous one. It did not take long before I was shaking uncontrollably, and then I came. I felt my cum flowing around my son's cock, but he continued fucking.
He had the stamina of a young stud, kept going and going, and seemed to have total control. It all combined to make my orgasm longer and stronger.

By now I was screaming because my climax was so powerful, my son's cock was so hard and so wonderful inside me. I wanted his cum now: I really didn't care how or where, I just wanted it.

"Cum in me, Fill my pussy" I screamed during another sensational wave of pleasure and the thought of my son's young seed shooting into me started another orgasm, and then felt him cum, filling my pussy. Again I shuddered, shook, and climaxed. I wasn't sure how many orgasms I'd had in that short time, but I didn't care, it had been simply amazing. His young cock had pulsed with every stream of semen he'd fired and I felt it gradually oozing out and down my thighs. Slowly, he withdrew and a flood of our mixed juices came with it. It took every ounce of strength I had to make my way on shaky legs to sit on the toilet seat outside the shower.

"Oh, mum," was all that Mark could manage as he stood beside me, his cock dangling by my face.

I was also out of breath and shaking that my only response was to put the head of his cock into my mouth, suck it a little, remove it, and then plant a kiss on the purple dome.
Mark groaned loudly and then a huge smile creased his face.

Without speaking, he washed himself again before he left the bathroom. He'd gone to his own bedroom, leaving me to think over what had happened last night and just now, and what may happen in the future.


I make my way to the kitchen and I make a cup of coffee and sit at the kitchen table thinking about the session with my 14 year old son.

Before we'd first fucked in my bed, I'd become used to Mark flirting with me around the house and the kitchen seemed to be one of his special places. If I was at the sink washing dishes, he'd press against me and that excited me greatly. But I never responded that much, although I did once push back and felt his young hardness.

This morning in the kitchen, after all, that we'd done, was going to be very different. As I had my exciting, naughty thoughts getting rather more than moist I heard movement upstairs.

Minutes later, Mark was smiling at me as he stood in the doorway. No wonder he was grinning: wearing only his underpants, he was sporting an extremely large erection again.

I got up from the table and leaned back against the worktop near the sink. Net curtains at the kitchen window provided privacy from our naeibours and, as Mark walked into the room, I was about to speak but he gave me a hug, then kissed me. It took me completely by surprise, not so much because he kissed me but by his eagerness, his passion, and the fact that he rammed his tongue into my mouth.

As we kissed, I felt him seeking and then probing my hairy bush with his fingers. My knees quickly turned to jelly and, knowing what was stirring between his thighs once more, I put my arms around him. While he continued sliding his tongue into my mouth and fingers in my pussy, I seemed to have no will of my own. I was so obedient and compliant.

He massaged my bum cheeks before pulling at my robe and delving inside to fondle and knead my huge breasts. My nipples were hard as he slipped the robe from my shoulders and let it slide to the floor.

Naked in front of my horny young son, I couldn't offer any resistance. He could do what he wanted. My head throbbed with passion, my clit pulsed with lust, and my pussy dripped in readiness.

Mark dropped his underpants and we stood face to face, naked. "Mum, sit on the table for me. I want to have you on it."

"Oh my... that is so naughty, darling," I said, perching on the table edge and opening my thighs.

Mark eased me back onto the table, lifted my legs and spread them to fully expose my hairy crotch. He didn't waste any time. Bending, he licked my clit and stuck fingers into my mature wet, hairy pussy. His tongue and fingers drove me to sensational heights that I'd never experienced before.

'Oh my God, where did my young boy learn to do this?'

I caressed his head gently as he worked his raspy, young tongue in concert with his nibbling lips. My taste and smell and flaps of female flesh were a feast for my young son.

"He was a teenage motherfucker, and he was mine".

He stood and took half-a-pace forward, touching my labia with his hard rampant young cock. I urged him to put it in me, using language that I'd reserved for my fantasies.

"Fuck me," I demanded. "Screw me. I want you to make me cum like crazy."
I licked my lips. "Cum in me, baby boy. I want your cum in my hairy pussy."

Mark grinned and simply continued to tease me, rubbing the head of his swollen young cock up and down my wet pussy. I lifted my bum off the table, seeking to have him in my hairy bush. Eventually, Mark gave me what I was begging for, sliding his stiff young cock into my wet cunt. I groaned and panted and a feverish trembling rattled my body. I wanted him to fuck me hard, pound me, give me all his hard young cock, then squirt his love juice deep inside me.

Mark had shown great stamina and delayed unloading into me. But, this morning he seemed to be very, very randy and was soon using fast strokes. I guessed his climax was quickly building and I rocked and rolled my hips to match his pumping rhythm. Thrusting back at him, his balls beat against my wet buttocks, the regular slap, slap exciting me all the more.

Then he was finally climaxing inside me and gasping, "Oh, Mum... Oh, ah, Mum... I love you..."

My orgasm burst over me like an explosion. I lunged upward, grasped his young bottom and pulled him closer so that we were locked together while my body responded to his wonderful young cock. "I'm cuming with you darling," I screamed as my eyes clouded in a pink blurry haze of a semi-comatose state.

"Oh that was so good, Mum," he whispered in my ear. "I'm sorry came so quickly."

"That's okay, darling. I like naughty quickies." I grinned at him but needed to get off the table. It wasn't the most comfortable place to fuck. "Do you want a coffee?"

"Yes please Mum, thanks."

While Mark put on his underpants, I wrapped myself in my robe and made our coffee. We sat at the table. I noticed a damp patch on it from us fucking. We drank and chatted before Mark said, "Mum, I want you again. But I want to try it a new way."

'Oh my god. I thought he would be empty, but oh no, thank God for a youthfull young man!.

What new way does he want now?'

I was still weak from my explosive orgasm but Mark was apparently ready to go again. Already!

He stood from his chair and removed his pants. Goodness, his young cock was sticking proudly up, magnificently erect again.

"Oh," I muttered, staring at his young tool. "Your cock looks like it's ready again, darling."

"Yes, it is, Mum."

Mark gently turned me around. I steadied myself, hands on the table, while Mark lifted up my robe and placed his hard cock against my opening and drove it back inside. I came abruptly, almost on penetration, then a second time in what seemed just moments as Mark's smooth young cock moved powerfully up and down my channel. He took me hard and I had no control over my physical reactions anymore. I was completely under his spell as he pushed more and more into me all I did was grunt. He proceeded to fuck in and out. From the starting delicate strokes, he picked up the pace.

I knew he would cum soon in my pussy. I'd never been so totally turned on. It was crazy!

I shoved my pussy back at him when I felt him pulse and throb with his orgasm, and that made me cum, too. I crumpled forward on the table, totally exhausted and completely satisfied by my lover. " My own son".

It took a few minutes but I eventually regained some composure and thoughts of daily requirements. "I need to have a shower and go shopping," I said, easing off the table. I turned to look at Mark and glanced down at his dangling cock.
My heart missed a beat. "Of course," I said, "if you want, we can carry on later after I've been shopping."

"Oh yes, Mum," he said. "I'll clean my bedroom. Maybe you can come to my bedroom when you get back."

"Yes, Mummy would like that." I kissed him on the lips.

About two hours later, I carried the shopping to our door feeling excited about all my naughty secrets. I entered the house, expecting Mark to be waiting to surprise me.
I walked into the kitchen where he had fucked me earlier but he wasn't there. I unloaded some of the shopping bags and headed upstairs to my bedroom to sort through some new underwear that I'd bought.

When I went to Mark's bedroom, he was naked on his bed, arms and legs spread wide. His young cock was limp and I wlked over to him and traced a finger down his shaft. I got excited feeling it stiffen. Up and down, up and down... lightly touching his soft smooth skin.

His young cock hardened and expanded. It was a fascinating, erotic process.

I teased the head of his cock, licking my finger and swirling it around, enjoying the changes to my son's young cock once again, watching it grow to full size. Like this morning, when Mark could do anything at all to me in the kitchen, I now felt I could do whatever I wanted. So I sucked his hard cock, bobbing up and down, sometimes just teasing him with my tongue, then sucking and slurping.

Feeling him swelling in my mouth was thrilling and my pussy came alive, my nipples hardened, and butterflies fluttered in my belly. Below me, Mark groaned as I worked on his hard young cock. His heavy breathing and moans told me that he was aroused and I sucked his dome while holding the hard smooth shaft and pumping him hard, determined to make him cum.

I used my free hand to grope between my legs, feeling the moisture despite wearing jeans. I finally had to strip out of my jeans and soaking knickers and climbed onto the bed. I straddled Mark. His hard smooth cock was flat against his stomach and I slid my hairy pussy along it, coating him with my pussy juices.

I managed to get into a position where my clit pressed on his hard length while I rocked back and forth sending shudders through my body. The teasing didn't last long. I wanted more so I took hold of his cock and guided it toward my pussy entrance.

I ground down hard, moving my hips in circles while fingering my clit in search of orgasm. Furiously riding his young, hard cock I thought my insides would turn inside out when the force of my orgasm hit. I clenched his rigid cock buried in my depths and allowed myself a moment before dismounting.

But I wasn't finished. I leaned over and sucked him into my mouth again, swirling my tongue lovingly around it, tasting myself on his hard young cock. I hummed along his shaft and he thrust his hips with an urgency that I could understand.

When he came, shooting streams of hot young youthfull cum into my mouth, like the good mother that I am, I swallowed his entire load.. then, damn, the phone rang! How fucking romantic.

I had to answer it but I knew that Mark would fuck me again later. I knew it because I wanted him. But I also had questions to ask, especially about fucking doggy, oral, stuff like that. I wanted to know where all his knowledge had come from. His answers I thought, were going to be very interesting.

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After reading previous chapters, you'll know that I've had sex with my 14 year old son Mark and that it greatly excited both of us. I became relaxed about it but I also wanted to excite him even further.

So, in our home in a remote little village in Noth Wales, I became very relaxed about my attire around Mark. Unless we had visitors, when I'd dress conservatively, my tops were low and I wore very short dresses or skirts, stockings and suspenders. Sometimes it was shorts and a loose T shirt, sometimes without a bra. I simply dressed to excite my son, showing off my boobs and legs.

Eating breakfast in the kitchen, I was wearing a flared short plaid skirt and I knew Mark would get a glimpse of my knickers. One day, I thought, I'll go without any knickers. Yes, naughty mummy! I also wore a button-down blouse, no bra, and a new perfume. I liked the smell and I wondered if Mark would find it exciting.

Having eaten breakfast, I had to wash the dishes before getting on with so paper work. Mark also had things to do but he likes to help me clean up after breakfast, he is such a good boy and he got up from the kitchen table to bring me the crockery and put away a few things. To do this, he had to walk behind me and because it's tight between the sink and table, he'd brush against my backside. Each time he got bolder and I knew he wanted sex again.

The dishes were almost done when he stopped behind me, leaned and pressed against my bottom. Inside his shorts, he was already hard and I pushed back against him. He groaned.

"Mark," I muttered, "you feel nice."

"Mum, you... oh, you smell so good this morning," he whispered, still pressing against me.

I was pleased the new perfume seemed to excite him. The female sales assistant who'd served me said that if I had men in my life they'd like it. If only she knew why I was buying it!

She was probably only in her early twenties and, to be honest, she aroused me. I even asked her, "Would that also include a sexy young woman like you?" She didn't reply but gave me a knowing smile and I left it at that.

Mark reached above me to get something from a shelf and the stretching motion pushed his hard young cock into my buttocks even more. Before I could move, he put the jar on the worktop, his hands on my hips, and slowly humped me.

It took me a few moments longer than it should for me to turn around and face him. Feeling horny,
I quietly said, "I'm your mother." and your not supposed to do things like that to me!.

He grinned as I put my hands on his shoulders. His hard cock was upright inside his shorts and nearly resting against my lower stomach. He looked down at my crotch area then back up to my eyes.

The time for a serious conversation was probably due, I said,
"Mark, I know that we've already done things that a mother and son should not do with each other. I've allowed it but I fear you may tell to your friends or someone." I paused and stared into his eyes.
"Darling, what we're doing is wrong, it's called i****t. It's i*****l and I don't want you to say a word to anyone. I could get into a lot of trouble."

Mark looked sad but didn't speak.

"Oh, Mark," I sighed, "I don't want us to cross any more lines."

I moved to slide away but he held onto my hips. "I won't say a thing, Mum and you know I wont. I want this."
He stared at me for a few seconds then brushed one hand down my thigh to the hem of my short skirt. With his free hand, he dragged up a chair and sat. Looking at me and smiling, he tugged on my skirt.

I closed my eyes but opened them when the waist of my skirt got stuck on my hips. Mark had pulled it down a few inches but it was a tight skirt and wasn't coming down without a struggle.
Despite what we'd already done, I suddenly thought how wrong it was and we should stop. But, even as I thought that, I really wanted Mark to say, "It's okay."

"Mark, stop," I said, knowing I must test him. "This is wrong."

"I know, Mum, but" He looked into my face. "We've already had sex a few times, so please, Mum... I promise you I wont say thany thing to anyone"

I knew it was wrong but it had been so good. Call me weak, but I was young myself, only 31 and I was as horny as my son was. He was so hot and I'd really told him to stop simply to gauge his reaction. After his pleading reply, I readily gave in and reached behind to unbutton and unzip my skirt. But the zipper got stuck.

"Oh, darling, would you be a dear and help mummy get out of her skirt?"

"I would love to," he said eagerly.

Conflicted as I felt, this was another key point in the fast-paced development of our relationship. Unzipped, the skirt fell to my ankles and Mark stood and pressed himself against me again. I could feel the sexual heat building between us and all that separated my son's hard young cock from my hairy pussy was the thin material of his shorts and my sheer knickers.

I kicked the skirt from my ankles and Mark took that as a cue to lower his young virile body down my body. His head near my crotch, he kissed my soft inner thighs while removing my wet knickers.

The scent of my perfume wafted from down there and this seemed to amplify his arousal. I doubt that Mark would ever imagine me dabbing a drop or two on my hairy pussy, but I had done so after my shower.

"Oh, Mum," he muttered as he kissed my labia and probed my wet sex with his eager tongue, seeking my clit. He stroked my thigh while he put his other hand on my lower back. I opened my legs for him and he moved his hand from my thigh to my pussy and rubbed his fingers along my very wet slit.

He teased me with his fingers and tongue, pushing all my right buttons until I was dripping for a fuck me. He was hard and clearly wanted for it, but I didn't want to fuck with him in the kitchen again. I wanted him on my bed.

I told him to get up, and after he had given me a few more licks, he stood up.

I reached between his legs and felt his erection through his shorts. I wanted him in my bedroom, ripping off his shorts to release his hard young cock and see it fully erect and eager. I craved to have his rampant teen cock in me.

"Oh, Mark... I... I've let you do that to me. I'm a naughty Mother but I'm not a whore."

I don't know why I had whore in my head. Perhaps, I needed to let my son know that this was a special thing between us, that he wasn't just fucking anybody, any woman. I'm not calling anyone a whore and I know some people like the word.

But I wanted Mark to realize that mother and son sex is very special and very taboo. I felt that we'd become emboldened without thinking of the consequences.

Mark took his hand off of my pussy, stood in front of me, pulled me to him and kissed my lips. Then he asked, "Why can't you be both?"

"Both what?"

"My whore and my mummy."

Oh my god. I was stunned, even though I'd used the word whore in the first place. To give myself time to think, I stood slightly away from Mark. I still wore my blouse but I was naked from the waist down.

"Mark?"

He brushed a strand of hair off of my face. "Yes?"

"You think of me as a whore?"

"No, Mum, I don't."

"Well, I'm glad about that." I said

"But... But I want to," he said. "I want to call you that and also think of you like that for sexy fun."

My jaw dropped; I was speechless. I gave him a look that he'd only started to get from me over the last few days when all this had started between us.
It was not a motherly gaze but neither was it angry or sad. My eyes were wide open gazing at my young son.

"What's wrong, Mum?"

"Nothing, darling. But your comment took me by surprise and I had to think. I do find the thought of being both a whore and a mummy to you very exciting for some reason."

"Do you?" he said.

"Yes, I do. Look at my pussy. You know when women get excited that they get wet."

"Yes."

"So look mummy's pussy is so wet now."

Mark slowly crouched and looked between my legs, which were still parted. I was certain my son could see moisture on my hairy pussy.

"Oh, god, Mark," I whispered. "I, I want to..."

"You want to do what, Mum?"

"God forgive me, but the word whore seems to excite me. Not all the time, obviously. But as sex talk, yes. Even the word slut gets me excited, to be honest. So, what about you?"

"Er, well, um... yes, both those words seem to make my cock all excited. I've heard those words before."

"I've never used them, apart from a few moments ago. So where did you hear them before this?"

"One of my friends in school."

"Oh, okay. But you've never told him about us?"

"No way Mum". We were looking at some of his Dads porn vids when his parents were out. We saw all kinds of things and those words were said."

"What sort of sex films did you watch?"

"We watched a few. Some showed older women with younger men, older males with younger girls, older couples, lesbian stuff... all sorts of things. Some I liked, some I didn't."

"Boys will be boys," I said. "Did you find it exciting?"

"Oh yes, some of it very exciting."

"Which excited you the most?"

"Seeing a film called Taboo". An older lady woman fucking a young man. They said they were son and Mum fucking."

"Ah, I see. Now I know how this idea of you and me got started."

"Yes, Mum. Have you ever watched any mother and son fucking movies?"

"Yes, I have with your Dad years ago, and it excited me a lot. But I never thought about doing it with you. As you know. I didn't come onto you, you made a move on me. When you did, I didn't stop you."

"Did you ever play with yourself in bed thinking about me?, I mean fucking you. Because I did fantasize about you a lot and I wanked off."

"Yes, I did. I've done it lots of times. But you were far too young. I waited until you came onto me."

"I'm so glad we've talked about this."

"Me also, darling. I'm so glad we've had the chance to get it out between us. I've known for a few months now, that you wanted to have sex with me. But you were so young, I didn't want to encourage you towards me. Now your urges toward me are okay." I smiled.

"Yes, I understand Mum."

I smiled again. "Yes, you're a very good looking young man. I saw how big you are when I have seen you in the shower. You're so much better than your father ever was." I stroked his hard young cock through his shorts. "I have no idea where you inherited this weapon from Mark, but your father wasn't this hung."

"Oh, Mum, your hand feels so good. And what you said about looking at my body in the shower: well, I spied on you as well. Looking at you naked and in your knickers and bra, gave me hard on's, I had to go to my bedroom and wank off."

"I bet you loved looking at me, You nauty boy". I said. "And yes, your erection is very impressive. But I do have a question and I need you to answer."

"What?"

"You had a young girlfriend, What happened to her?"

"She has moved away with her family."

" Ah right. You never seemed upset. Some young boys fall apart, cry and stuff like that if they break up with there girlfriend. But you didn't."

"No, it was okay. I knew she had to move.

You know the wall between our bedrooms is thin and I played with my pussy listening to you wanking, hearing you grunting. I thought about your cock as I listened to you. I imagined your hard young cock going in and out of my pussy. Thinking that you were fucking your mother."

"Oh, that's so hot Mum and brings back memories. I thought I heard you getting yourself off with a vibrator."

I have used my toys for a long time. "Your Dad was'nt the best lover in bed".

"He only did a few things with me: He got inside me, fucked for a few minutes, came in me, then rolled off and went sleep. If it was morning, he did the same but instead left for work.
He never cared if I had an orgasam or not; all he cared about was himself.
To be honest, he never satisfied me so I had to get myself off."

I looked at Mark's expression. "He's gone and, I'm sorry, Mark, but I don't miss your father. I don't think that you do either, and all this talk has got me very excited. I can see your hard cock is poking up in your shorts. Do you still want me, "your Mother?"

"Oh yes, please. My cock is very hard and I want you right now."

No, darling, not here. At least not this time. It will be more comfortable upstairs in my bed.

"Do you want to go upstairs to my bedroom and play?"

"Oh yes, oh yes please Mum."

"Do you still want me to be your whore, like a sex game?"

"I'd love that.

"Come on then, come upstairs with me, and we can play our game."

I picked my skirt and knickers off the floor and walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Mark followed and on the way up I swayed my bottom to excite him even more.

Inside my bedroom, I dont know why but I shut the door. "Now we're alone in my bedroom, command me if it excites you to do so."

"Command you?"

"Yes, darling, tell mummy what you want me to do and I will do it."

"Oh. Okay." He looked up and down my body. "Take off your blouse."

"Really? Right now?"

"Yes, but unbutton it slowly."

I undid three buttons and, unfastening the fourth, I said, "Mark, right now, as of this moment, I'm your whore. You're in command of me, I will do anything for you."

"You'll do anything?"

"Yes, anything at all."

Last button undone I opened my blouse. My tits are a magnificent 38D. They hang down a bit but still firm and I know Mark really likes them. My nipples were big and hard as I sat naked on the edge of my kingsize bed, my legs slightly open, exposing my wet hairy pussy to my eager son.

"Is this okay?"

"Oh yes. I like seeing your hairy pussy. It's beautiful. I love it, it's so wet. I like looking at it when it's wide open."

"Perhaps you should take your shorts off and get that hard young cock ready for mummy."

"My cock is very ready, my cock wants mummy's hairy pussy," he gasped.

By the way he spoke to me, I knew he'd missed the point of my sex game education. My question was a test but he failed. He was supposed to be dominant and I was his whore. I wanted him to treat me as his whore, for him to be firm. I had to get this across to him while remembering that he was only 14 and still learning.


My son gazed at me, his sexy naked mother who has told him that she wants to play taboo sex games. I guessed his young mind was in a spin.

"So Mark are you ready for mummy now?"

"Yes — I want you Mum."

"Do what you want to me. Get me to do anything you want, no matter how naughty."

"Mummy?"

"Yes?"

"I want to have doggy sex.

"Oh my god, how do you know about all those things? I mean, only the other day we started playing together. I wanted to ask you knew about that. You're so young and yet you come out with all this stuff."

"The internet. I've also watched videotapes at my friends, remember. I've read a lot, too."

I was amazed and thrilled. "This is so exciting. May I...oh god...may I still be your whore, mummy?"

"You can and I'll answer your questions as I fuck you."

"Take me how you wish, do whatever you want, and tell me it all."

"Mum, I'm going to take off my shorts but first your legs more, much wider apart!"

"Yes, Mark, whatever you tell me, I will."

Wow, I thought, he's certainly got the hang of our sex game. I eagerly moved more into the middle but still on the edge of the bed and spread my legs wide.

"Now," Mark said in a sterner tone, "I'm coming over to get between your legs and fuck you, and as I fuck you I will answer the questions you've asked so far."

I watched Mark pull down his shorts right in front of me, his young cock springing out and sticking straight up. He stood between my legs, his hard young cock aimed at my hairy sex — and he slid it into my wet pussy. As he fucked, he talked.

"Well, mummy, tell me more and keep fucking me. I want to know all about how you have learned about sex."

I loved every steamy second. The more he told me, the hornier he seemed to get. And the hotter and wetter I got from his lusty slow fucking, the happier he seemed. Luckily for him, I'm a nymphomaniac. Honestly, I can't have enough sex.

"As I fuck you slowly and play with your tits and your big nipples, listen to this part. Remember the other week when you took me over to my aunty Bronwen's?"

"Yes, she wanted you to sort her computer, the one she uses for her bookkeeping."

"That's right and you dropped me off and went shopping for over three hours. Anyway, after you left me there I went into her lounge and got to work on the computer. While I was sorting it, aunty Bronwen kept coming in and out of the lounge and I'd look over at her and... well, I got excited."

"Why did looking at your Bronwen make you excited?"

"She wore sexy clothes, mummy. Hmm, she was wearing very little to be honest "

"What, a bit like I wear, darling?"

"Yes, a bit. She was wearing a shortish skirt; she also had stockings, suspenders, and no bra. You know her breasts are smaller than yours but they're nice. Oh, nearly forgot, she wasn't wearing any knickers."

"Oh my God, how naughty." I laughed. "Aunty Bronwen is naughty."

"So, you see, I was very horny and, as it was a hot day, I was thirsty. I asked for a cold drink; I needed to cool down. She went to get a drink from the kitchen and I sat on the sofa thinking naughty thoughts about her. I started to get a hard-on and it grew so fast it poked out of my shorts. I tried to get it back in but it wasn't easy... and then I noticed aunty Bronwen was in the doorway holding my drink. She was definitely staring at my shorts."

Mark paused, probably to see my reaction. Thankfully, he still fucked me as I said, "Hmm... go on, keeping fucking me and tell me more lover boy."

"She'd seen my cock was out of my shorts. 'Don't feel ashamed,' she said, 'it's okay. Teenagers often get erections they can't control. I bet your mother has seen you get hard like this.' She sat next to me, looked directly into my eyes and said, 'Mark, would you like me to help you with your problem?'

"I told her I would and she said, 'You have a very nice young cock. Bet your mummy would like to see this.' When she talked about you, my cock got even harder. I pulled my shorts so that my cock could stand up. Aunty Bronwen moved closer and bent down. Her mouth was so close to my cock that I could feel her breath on it. She just sat there for a while with her head hovering over my cock. Then she slid her wet tongue over my knob and her lips wrapped around my cock and she started to suck me, Mum."

"Oh yes, I know Bronwen loves cock," I said. "And, she likes younger cocks."

"To be honest, Mum, I felt nervous, it was all new to me. Then she removed her top. Her breasts looked nice. But like I said, she was not as big or as nice as yours, Mum, but they were nice all the same."

"This is getting so good, Mark. Did my Bronwen like sucking your hard young cock? And did you fuck her like you fucked me the first time we did it".

"She loved sucking my cock. After some hot sucking, she got naked and lay back on the settee. I stood and quickly removed my shorts and T-shirt then got on top of her, got between her legs and fucked her. I fucked her hard and fast like our first time as I was so excited."

"Oooh, you naughty boy. Your aunty Bronwen is a dirty bitch."

"Dirty bitch? Mummy, isn't that a bad naughty word?"

"Oh yes, that's a naughty word, but it's one that she likes and one that best describes her. Besides, it's far more exciting than saying she's a dirty cow. No, she is a dirty, dirty bitch. There."

"Okay, Mum... your dirty bitch of a friend fucked me. She's a real goer, likes to fuck for a long time. I mean, look at you now. As you hear all of this, I'm still fucking you."

"Yes, you are." I met Mark's long, slow strokes, undulating my hips to match his rhythm.

"You're a long stayer my little stud and you also recover fast. But, that was so naughty of Bronwen fucking you, my son. And you know that dirty bitch never told me, Huh, never mentioned it." I paused, enjoying the cock gliding up and down my love tunnel.

"Then again, I suppose she didn't tell me because... well, she couldn't."

"You're right, I guess she couldn't tell you. But, now that you know, does it upset you that the first older woman I had sex with was your best friend?"

"Not at all. Not only did she suck your cock, you also fucked her." I quivered at the thought and opened wider. "To be honest, having you tell me about it as you fuck me has been very exciting.
I'm sure you can feel me getting wetter and I will get even wetter and more excited if you tell me more while working your hard young cock in and out of mummy's wet pussy."

"Oh yes, you're so very wet mum, I will tell you more about Bronwen and me. As I was fucking her, I was thinking about fucking you," Mark said, plunging his solid length into me. "We hadn't fucked yet, you and me, but fucking my Bronwen gave me ideas."

"You're so naughty darling."

"And you are very naughty mummy." He paused, keeping his cock still. I could feel it throbbing. "Now I'm going to fuck you harder as I tell you some other bits."

"Oh yes darling, oh yes. Fuck me harder and keep talking."

"Aunty Bronwen was below me and my cock was right up her pussy, just like I'm up your pussy right now. But I couldn't hold on, mummy. I'd been fucking her for about 5 minutes when I shot my sperm right up her."

"That sounds so good. Do you want to come up your mummy?"

"Yes, mummy, I do," he said and increased the pace and power of his thrusts.

"Is it exciting to hear these things?"

"Yes, especially hearing it from you. I guess some mothers who fuck with their sons or stepsons would also find it exciting and others wouldn't. But, for me, the answer is yes, teens having sex, is exciting."

Right now I want to fuck you hard till I cum right up your wet pussy Mum."

"Oh my, Mark." I grinned at him. "During our playing and fucking and you telling me all those naughty things, mummy has cum several times."

"Yes, I felt you. But now it's my turn," he said with remarkable authority in his tone. "Take my cock, mummy."

My son fucked me hard, vigorously banging into my groin, driving his whole length into my wet tunnel.

"That's it, bang mummy hard... cum in me, fuck me, shoot your sperm up me."

"Oh, oh, oh, here I cum... right up your hairy pussy. Oh, oh, mum, I'm cuming."

With that, Mark flooded me and I had another greatly satisfying orgasm. As he lay on top of me, I said, "That was the best fuck and confession session I've ever experienced.

I smiled at him. "Yes, your mother has some very naughty secrets and, by the way, I already knew about you and Bronwen."

"What? You said you didn't know when I told you about it." Mark sounded both surprised and a little alarmed.

"I didn't know the full details, just that you'd fucked her. Don't worry, you'll learn that my friend and I are a lot closer than you could imagine. We're very close."
I kissed his cheek. "But you can tell me more about that dirty bitch Bronwen."

Mark smiled as he lay by my side. "Obviously, you know a lot but not it all. That's the same for me: I don't know your secrets."

"Tomorrow night, if you like, we can have a cozy chat in bed. You can tell me about your experiences and I'll tell you some of my secrets. Would you like that?"

"That would be great."

"Okay, my precious lover boy. As mother and son we can trust each other and perhaps one day we will share it with Bronwen"