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Looking back at my life, it is hard to know exactly where to begin... So, let me start my story at a time after my ex left me, or more correctly left us, me and my sixteen year old step son Vince. This was a time in my life when I was emotionally compromised. Out of my basic human need for love I found it in Gina, the love of my life.
Gina, a professional photographer, frequently went away on photo shoots. I truly missed her and my loneliness combined with my high sexual appetite left me with an all consuming need. I remember this time when Vince was spending the night with a buddy, and I was all alone in the house… alone and a little frustrated! I needed attention in the worst way and since Gina wasn’t around to help, I was just going to have to take care of this on my own.
Before I continue, I guess I should give you a small glimpse of me and my situation. My ex-husband, after eight years of marriage, left us. He just disappeared, leaving me with his son from his first marriage. My stepson, Vince, is the apple of my eye. When he was four his mother committed suicide and unsuccessfully tried to take him with her. While he is not genetically mine, he is still truly my son. I became his mother, but now that he's older he has become my protector.
At the time of this story, two years ago, Vince had just turned sixteen years old. Physically, he was of formidable stature, standing at six foot four and weighing in at a muscular one hundred eighty five pounds. He is a charming and pleasant hulk of a young man that loved athletics and is in constant training. Vince became a competitive swimmer, and earned a position as a varsity starter on his High School water polo team. All those workouts gave him the body of Adonis, and he had many admirers among his peers. Plus, he sported a huge package, constrained by his Speedo, that even a mother couldn't ignore.
So, there I was, alone in the house and horny as I could ever be. Having the house completely to myself, I made plans to take care of my ever present need. Thinking of how I was really going to enjoy this time by myself, I put on some music, drank a little wine, turned down the lights, and pulled the corner of the sheets down on the bed.
First, it was time for some maintenance. In the shower, I took my razor and with one leg up on the shower seat, I shaved my legs and then began to shave the stubble from my hairless pussy. I usually keep it hairless for Gina. She is a voracious pussy eater and likes it completely shaven. She says the hair tickles her nose too much. I have to agree with her on that point, so we usually hit the salon together for a Brazilian wax.
While drying off, I looked at my reflection in the full-length mirror and took inventory. Not bad for a 34 year old momma, I thought. I work hard to stay fit with hours of gym time four days a week, keeping my 5′ 2” frame at a steady 105 pounds or so. I was especially thankful for the appearance of my breasts. When I was younger, I use to bemoan the fact I didn't have bigger ones, but I'm now happy that my small, usually perky tits have no sag. Those endless pilates have left me with flat tummy and a nice firm ass. I try not to be too preoccupied with my body but I like it that my hard work yields results.
With a splash of my favorite after-bath oil, I was finished bathing. I made my way back to the bed and slipped between the covers. Putting my arms behind my head, I relaxed and thought how much I loved the feel of the cool satin sheets against my naked body. I especially liked how they felt against my hairless pussy, almost caressing me.
This was always the hardest part of masturbation. What do I think about? What is my focus? I wondered what Gina was doing right now… maybe the same thing. I know she always packed a couple of toys or maybe she found some guy or gal to play with. I know what she does on these business endeavors, because she tells me everything. I didn’t mind her ventures, in fact they actually enhance our sex. When Gina would come home and tell me of her sexual indiscretions in detail, we would play around and make love for hours! So noisily at times, I’m certain Vince would hear our sounds of sex.
My mind wandered, and I suddenly wondered if Vince masturbated while Gina and I played. A vivid image of my stepson lying back on his bed, with his cock in hand, stroking it while he listened to us, flashed into my ever increasing erotic thoughts. My pussy began to twitch with moist arousal. What was I doing? I was getting sexually aroused thinking about my stepson. It felt wrong. I tried to stop thinking about it, but the image remained. Have you ever tried not to think about something? The more you try, the more you can’t stop.
In desperation, I looked around the room for something to distract my lustful thoughts. Looking to my left and I could see myself in the mirrored closet door. I remembered a few minutes ago when I saw myself in the dressing area mirror. My lithe figure was glowing and sensual bathed in the moon light cascading through the bedroom window. I began to think about Gina, and how we look together when we made love.
I continued to stare at my reflection in the mirror. I moved my hand over to my left breast. I cupped it gently. I ran my fingers lightly around the underside and would occasionally push it up in a reassuring grasp.
“What does this look like? I bet Vince would love to see this…”
“Stop it! You're his stepmother!” My thoughts screamed at me.
I rolled back onto my side and continued to look at my reflection. The gentle caressing of my breast had caused my nipple to shrink and become erect. I loved it. All thoughts of my son had disappeared, or rather, been temporarily suppressed. My head was spinning with desire.
I widened my touch using both hands on my breasts. A great tingle shot through my body, almost electric, the first time my nipple was rubbed by the palm of my hand. I began to lightly squeeze my breast, leaving my nipple exposed in the space between my thumb and forefinger.
As I pinched my erect button it produced familiar sensations in my pussy. My body responded and I could feel a dampness beginning to form deep within.
Soon my nipples were getting a bit too sensitive to my touch. I brought my hand to my mouth and briefly sucked on the index and middle fingers costing them with saliva. I returned my hand to my breast and continued to massage them. This certainly helped but after a while, I needed a thicker, and more slippery, lubricant. I reached into my nightstand drawer for my massage oil. Eagerly, I began to spread the slick oil over my tits, working it around my areola leaving my nipples begging for attention. As I squeezed them, I was caught in that place between fantasy and reality.
I raised my right leg giving me a perfect view of my pussy. I could tell that my wetness had caused the lips of my pussy to stick together. As I raised my leg higher and higher, my lips began to open on their own. I found my own reflection was a very erotic sight indeed.
Using my index and ring fingers, I spread my labia. I could see my fully exposed clitoris and the opening to my pussy clearly in the mirror. Inserting my middle finger into my pussy, I let out a short gasp. There is something highly sensitive about the first stroke into a woman’s vagina. My folds opened like a flower, and I moved my fingers around searching every part of my precious hidden womanly secrets. I began to move my fingers in and out, causing my body to immediately produce more of the lubricant for easier penetration.
I brought my wet right hand up to my nose and took in a deep breath of the sweet magic aroma. It was incredibly sexy feeling of the warm of my slippery juices clinging to my fingers.
“Mmmm,” I thought, taking in a deep breath.
My nectar smelled so sweet and erotic, making my nostrils flare. My own scent was intoxicating. I squeezed my eyes tight, focusing only on the aroma and then I sucked my juices off each finger one by one, swirling my tongue and totally enjoying the sweet nectar from my pussy. I can’t ever remember making myself this horny before and aroused on my own.
I continued to squeeze my eyes shut, as images danced through my head. Thoughts of Gina’s marvelous buxom body and my son’s young fit physique dominated my thoughts. I inserted my middle and ring fingers into my pussy and rubbed my clitoris with the upper part of my palm. I was in ecstasy!
I began to use my right hand to feel what my left was doing to me. As if detached from my body, I wanted it to feel my middle finger move in and out of my pussy. I wanted it to feel how, with each outward stroke, a small amount of my inner flesh would follow my finger out. Faster and faster I moved my fingers inside my body. My body searching for release. I was a million miles away. My orgasm was building, approaching fast. I was out of control rubbing, touching and feeling myself… Oh my god I’m almost there. My moans and muffled squeals were almost uncontrollable!
“Mom!” Vince’s voice broke in.
I was so close and couldn't stop now. My body shuttered in explosive climax.
“Oh my god,” I thought, in panic.
Vince had come home early from his buddy’s house and was standing right next to me at the side of my bed. My body tensed and instantly froze. My mouth was open and my tongue was between my fingers. My legs were spread-eagled, displaying my exposed pussy, that was in plain view for him to see. Three fingers of my left hand were still buried deep inside my pussy.
“What the hell are you doing here? I thought you were staying with your friend?” I said, attempting to cover myself.
“I came home awhile ago and I'm glad I did,” He replied, grinning with cock in hand.
When my eyes focused, I could see Vince stroking himself. I don't know how long he was there. He was completely naked from the waist down. His magnificent young cock was fully erect, standing straight out from his body and curved up towards his abs. The tip of his penis had already begun to ooze its own clear pre-cum.
So there we were, stepmother and stepson, both naked. What I had thought was a completely private experience had suddenly become a public one. There was Vince, leaning against the bed, with his hand wrapped around a huge throbbing erection and staring at my nakedness. My immediate response was to cover myself.
“Don’t stop, Mom. Please don't stop,” He softly asked, with a slight crack in his voice.
“We can't do this. It is not right!” I said, mostly trying to convince myself, to no avail.
“It's ok mom, no one will know.” His voice was somewhat shaky and almost begging.
Slowly, my guilt and embarrassment faded, and reason was replaced by a lust for my handsome young stepson. I knew he wanted me badly. My passion that was momentarily gone had now returned in full force. The way he was looking at me made me tingle with need. I should have put an end to this madness right then, but I couldn’t help myself.
I kicked the covers away and resumed pushing of my fingers in my pussy, watching the look on Vince’s face. His eyes were wide and gleaming and he was breathing heavily. His gaze transfixed on my juicy, hairless pussy slit. I finished licking the wetness from my fingers and closed my eyes again.
“Oh baby, I shouldn’t be doing this in front of you… but… I’m sooo hot!” I gasped breathlessly.
“Me too, Momma. Me too,” He moaned, and he reached out with a shaking hand touching my breast for the first time.
“You look so sexy mom. Does this feel good?”
“Oh god yes!,” I answered, rapidly manipulating myself.
I felt a warm drop fall on my tummy. I looked at Vince, his hand still wrapped around his throbbing erection, pumping the magnificent shaft in long slow strokes. That, coupled with the sight of what I was doing, was really bringing him to a place neither one of us ever experienced.
He was so close to the bed, the pre-cum from the tip of his penis was beginning to drip onto my body. My pussy gave a twitch at the thought of my Vince erupting on my body. Suddenly I had the urge to touch his beautiful stiff cock.
“Ohhhh, honey, you’re so hard!” I gasped as I grasped his ever hardening erection.
“Here, let me help you with that.” I stroked his member. I had never felt so excited in my life!
With confidence, I wrapped my pussy slicked hand around his stiff cock, and using a firm grip, began with one long stroke. I started just below the head of his circumcised cock, and then down the length of his shaft to the base. His head expanded even greater at my touch.
I sensed that as soon as my hand came in contact with his balls, he was going to come. He didn’t have to tell me as I could feel it as his sac tightened. I ever so slightly pushed his prick towards the lower portion of my body. His cock swelled and Vince’s head fell backward. Then, he arched his back, thrusting his hips forward in a fucking motion. He groaned in orgasm.
“Ahhhhh,” He moaned, crying in delirium.
A long creamy white stream of cum burst from the end of his cock. Most of it landed across my hairless pussy, as I had hoped. A slender strand of cum ran along my lower abdomen and up to the side of my body. It stopped precisely under my son’s cock. A second spasm from Vince’s body deposited an equal volume of cum up higher, splattering my belly.
I kept stroking him as again and again his slender young body convulsed. Then his ejaculations diminished. Each new spasm produced less and less cum that was now landing on my breast and my arm with the last hitting my cheek.
The sight of what Vince had done was overwhelming. Huge drops of the white translucent cream slowly dripped down my arm. I was beginning to feel his warm seamen drip from my pubic bone and down to my pussy. I released my grip on my son’s cock.
Without warning he burst into tears and ran from my room saying, “I’m so sorry, I’m so, so sorry!”
There I lay, hotter than I think I’ve ever been, ready to erupt like a volcano and my newfound sexual desire just flew away for reasons I do not even know.
I grabbed my nightshirt, tossed it over my head. I walked to his room only to find his door locked. I could hear his soft sobbing and muttering something I couldn’t quite understand.
I knocked and ask him to open the door.
I told him, “I’m really sorry for making you do that to your mom.”
He responded with, “Oh my god Mom, it's not you. I have wanted to do that for ever, you are the hottest woman I ever seen! I’ve dreamt of what we just did for years and now when it finally happens… I blow my wad in like two seconds. Please just go away. I’ve never been with a woman before!”
Oh god, I took my sons virginity. I was his first, I thought. My mind raced at the implications. I knew our lives were forever changed.
Here I am, standing in the hallway with my nightshirt now glued to my body with my son’s cum and my own juices running down my legs.
“Come on baby, open the door, pleeeease! We need to talk,” I begged.
After a couple more times of me pleading, I heard the door unlock. I slowly entered the room and I saw him sitting on his bed with his pillow on his lap. I explained to him that what he experienced happens to all men occasionally. I told him he just got over excited, and real life is not like porn movies, were the guys last for a hour.
Then I told him, “Vince… I should have never done that to you, I’m your mother!”
“Mom, you’re not my mother, you are my stepmother. You're the beautiful woman that that piece of shit father of mine married. You are the hottest woman I have ever seen anywhere! I have wanted you since I became a teenager, I dream of you night and day.”
With my pussy still tingling and the wetness returning at the sight of his nakedness, I decide to take things into hand, literally. I reached out and pulled the pillow off his lap, grabbing him by his semi flaccid penis. I led him down the hall, to my room and into my shower.
“First, you’re going to wash me off and then we’re going to start all over and finish this properly,” I instructed.
Under the spray of the warm water I tell him to remove my sopping wet nightshirt, which he does and throws it over the shower door. I grabbed the bar of soap and handed it to him. It was indescribable what it felt like to have his hands roaming and exploring my body. It was even more sensual than Gina’s more experienced touch.
“Okay, my turn,” I said, as I took the soap from him.
It occurred to me at that moment the last time I washed him, he was but a child. He was a child no longer by the evidence of his already fully erect beautiful cock. It’s then that I notice he is completely hairless, shavedTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
Gina, a professional photographer, frequently went away on photo shoots. I truly missed her and my loneliness combined with my high sexual appetite left me with an all consuming need. I remember this time when Vince was spending the night with a buddy, and I was all alone in the house… alone and a little frustrated! I needed attention in the worst way and since Gina wasn’t around to help, I was just going to have to take care of this on my own.
Before I continue, I guess I should give you a small glimpse of me and my situation. My ex-husband, after eight years of marriage, left us. He just disappeared, leaving me with his son from his first marriage. My stepson, Vince, is the apple of my eye. When he was four his mother committed suicide and unsuccessfully tried to take him with her. While he is not genetically mine, he is still truly my son. I became his mother, but now that he's older he has become my protector.
At the time of this story, two years ago, Vince had just turned sixteen years old. Physically, he was of formidable stature, standing at six foot four and weighing in at a muscular one hundred eighty five pounds. He is a charming and pleasant hulk of a young man that loved athletics and is in constant training. Vince became a competitive swimmer, and earned a position as a varsity starter on his High School water polo team. All those workouts gave him the body of Adonis, and he had many admirers among his peers. Plus, he sported a huge package, constrained by his Speedo, that even a mother couldn't ignore.
So, there I was, alone in the house and horny as I could ever be. Having the house completely to myself, I made plans to take care of my ever present need. Thinking of how I was really going to enjoy this time by myself, I put on some music, drank a little wine, turned down the lights, and pulled the corner of the sheets down on the bed.
First, it was time for some maintenance. In the shower, I took my razor and with one leg up on the shower seat, I shaved my legs and then began to shave the stubble from my hairless pussy. I usually keep it hairless for Gina. She is a voracious pussy eater and likes it completely shaven. She says the hair tickles her nose too much. I have to agree with her on that point, so we usually hit the salon together for a Brazilian wax.
While drying off, I looked at my reflection in the full-length mirror and took inventory. Not bad for a 34 year old momma, I thought. I work hard to stay fit with hours of gym time four days a week, keeping my 5′ 2” frame at a steady 105 pounds or so. I was especially thankful for the appearance of my breasts. When I was younger, I use to bemoan the fact I didn't have bigger ones, but I'm now happy that my small, usually perky tits have no sag. Those endless pilates have left me with flat tummy and a nice firm ass. I try not to be too preoccupied with my body but I like it that my hard work yields results.
With a splash of my favorite after-bath oil, I was finished bathing. I made my way back to the bed and slipped between the covers. Putting my arms behind my head, I relaxed and thought how much I loved the feel of the cool satin sheets against my naked body. I especially liked how they felt against my hairless pussy, almost caressing me.
This was always the hardest part of masturbation. What do I think about? What is my focus? I wondered what Gina was doing right now… maybe the same thing. I know she always packed a couple of toys or maybe she found some guy or gal to play with. I know what she does on these business endeavors, because she tells me everything. I didn’t mind her ventures, in fact they actually enhance our sex. When Gina would come home and tell me of her sexual indiscretions in detail, we would play around and make love for hours! So noisily at times, I’m certain Vince would hear our sounds of sex.
My mind wandered, and I suddenly wondered if Vince masturbated while Gina and I played. A vivid image of my stepson lying back on his bed, with his cock in hand, stroking it while he listened to us, flashed into my ever increasing erotic thoughts. My pussy began to twitch with moist arousal. What was I doing? I was getting sexually aroused thinking about my stepson. It felt wrong. I tried to stop thinking about it, but the image remained. Have you ever tried not to think about something? The more you try, the more you can’t stop.
In desperation, I looked around the room for something to distract my lustful thoughts. Looking to my left and I could see myself in the mirrored closet door. I remembered a few minutes ago when I saw myself in the dressing area mirror. My lithe figure was glowing and sensual bathed in the moon light cascading through the bedroom window. I began to think about Gina, and how we look together when we made love.
I continued to stare at my reflection in the mirror. I moved my hand over to my left breast. I cupped it gently. I ran my fingers lightly around the underside and would occasionally push it up in a reassuring grasp.
“What does this look like? I bet Vince would love to see this…”
“Stop it! You're his stepmother!” My thoughts screamed at me.
I rolled back onto my side and continued to look at my reflection. The gentle caressing of my breast had caused my nipple to shrink and become erect. I loved it. All thoughts of my son had disappeared, or rather, been temporarily suppressed. My head was spinning with desire.
I widened my touch using both hands on my breasts. A great tingle shot through my body, almost electric, the first time my nipple was rubbed by the palm of my hand. I began to lightly squeeze my breast, leaving my nipple exposed in the space between my thumb and forefinger.
As I pinched my erect button it produced familiar sensations in my pussy. My body responded and I could feel a dampness beginning to form deep within.
Soon my nipples were getting a bit too sensitive to my touch. I brought my hand to my mouth and briefly sucked on the index and middle fingers costing them with saliva. I returned my hand to my breast and continued to massage them. This certainly helped but after a while, I needed a thicker, and more slippery, lubricant. I reached into my nightstand drawer for my massage oil. Eagerly, I began to spread the slick oil over my tits, working it around my areola leaving my nipples begging for attention. As I squeezed them, I was caught in that place between fantasy and reality.
I raised my right leg giving me a perfect view of my pussy. I could tell that my wetness had caused the lips of my pussy to stick together. As I raised my leg higher and higher, my lips began to open on their own. I found my own reflection was a very erotic sight indeed.
Using my index and ring fingers, I spread my labia. I could see my fully exposed clitoris and the opening to my pussy clearly in the mirror. Inserting my middle finger into my pussy, I let out a short gasp. There is something highly sensitive about the first stroke into a woman’s vagina. My folds opened like a flower, and I moved my fingers around searching every part of my precious hidden womanly secrets. I began to move my fingers in and out, causing my body to immediately produce more of the lubricant for easier penetration.
I brought my wet right hand up to my nose and took in a deep breath of the sweet magic aroma. It was incredibly sexy feeling of the warm of my slippery juices clinging to my fingers.
“Mmmm,” I thought, taking in a deep breath.
My nectar smelled so sweet and erotic, making my nostrils flare. My own scent was intoxicating. I squeezed my eyes tight, focusing only on the aroma and then I sucked my juices off each finger one by one, swirling my tongue and totally enjoying the sweet nectar from my pussy. I can’t ever remember making myself this horny before and aroused on my own.
I continued to squeeze my eyes shut, as images danced through my head. Thoughts of Gina’s marvelous buxom body and my son’s young fit physique dominated my thoughts. I inserted my middle and ring fingers into my pussy and rubbed my clitoris with the upper part of my palm. I was in ecstasy!
I began to use my right hand to feel what my left was doing to me. As if detached from my body, I wanted it to feel my middle finger move in and out of my pussy. I wanted it to feel how, with each outward stroke, a small amount of my inner flesh would follow my finger out. Faster and faster I moved my fingers inside my body. My body searching for release. I was a million miles away. My orgasm was building, approaching fast. I was out of control rubbing, touching and feeling myself… Oh my god I’m almost there. My moans and muffled squeals were almost uncontrollable!
“Mom!” Vince’s voice broke in.
I was so close and couldn't stop now. My body shuttered in explosive climax.
“Oh my god,” I thought, in panic.
Vince had come home early from his buddy’s house and was standing right next to me at the side of my bed. My body tensed and instantly froze. My mouth was open and my tongue was between my fingers. My legs were spread-eagled, displaying my exposed pussy, that was in plain view for him to see. Three fingers of my left hand were still buried deep inside my pussy.
“What the hell are you doing here? I thought you were staying with your friend?” I said, attempting to cover myself.
“I came home awhile ago and I'm glad I did,” He replied, grinning with cock in hand.
When my eyes focused, I could see Vince stroking himself. I don't know how long he was there. He was completely naked from the waist down. His magnificent young cock was fully erect, standing straight out from his body and curved up towards his abs. The tip of his penis had already begun to ooze its own clear pre-cum.
So there we were, stepmother and stepson, both naked. What I had thought was a completely private experience had suddenly become a public one. There was Vince, leaning against the bed, with his hand wrapped around a huge throbbing erection and staring at my nakedness. My immediate response was to cover myself.
“Don’t stop, Mom. Please don't stop,” He softly asked, with a slight crack in his voice.
“We can't do this. It is not right!” I said, mostly trying to convince myself, to no avail.
“It's ok mom, no one will know.” His voice was somewhat shaky and almost begging.
Slowly, my guilt and embarrassment faded, and reason was replaced by a lust for my handsome young stepson. I knew he wanted me badly. My passion that was momentarily gone had now returned in full force. The way he was looking at me made me tingle with need. I should have put an end to this madness right then, but I couldn’t help myself.
I kicked the covers away and resumed pushing of my fingers in my pussy, watching the look on Vince’s face. His eyes were wide and gleaming and he was breathing heavily. His gaze transfixed on my juicy, hairless pussy slit. I finished licking the wetness from my fingers and closed my eyes again.
“Oh baby, I shouldn’t be doing this in front of you… but… I’m sooo hot!” I gasped breathlessly.
“Me too, Momma. Me too,” He moaned, and he reached out with a shaking hand touching my breast for the first time.
“You look so sexy mom. Does this feel good?”
“Oh god yes!,” I answered, rapidly manipulating myself.
I felt a warm drop fall on my tummy. I looked at Vince, his hand still wrapped around his throbbing erection, pumping the magnificent shaft in long slow strokes. That, coupled with the sight of what I was doing, was really bringing him to a place neither one of us ever experienced.
He was so close to the bed, the pre-cum from the tip of his penis was beginning to drip onto my body. My pussy gave a twitch at the thought of my Vince erupting on my body. Suddenly I had the urge to touch his beautiful stiff cock.
“Ohhhh, honey, you’re so hard!” I gasped as I grasped his ever hardening erection.
“Here, let me help you with that.” I stroked his member. I had never felt so excited in my life!
With confidence, I wrapped my pussy slicked hand around his stiff cock, and using a firm grip, began with one long stroke. I started just below the head of his circumcised cock, and then down the length of his shaft to the base. His head expanded even greater at my touch.
I sensed that as soon as my hand came in contact with his balls, he was going to come. He didn’t have to tell me as I could feel it as his sac tightened. I ever so slightly pushed his prick towards the lower portion of my body. His cock swelled and Vince’s head fell backward. Then, he arched his back, thrusting his hips forward in a fucking motion. He groaned in orgasm.
“Ahhhhh,” He moaned, crying in delirium.
A long creamy white stream of cum burst from the end of his cock. Most of it landed across my hairless pussy, as I had hoped. A slender strand of cum ran along my lower abdomen and up to the side of my body. It stopped precisely under my son’s cock. A second spasm from Vince’s body deposited an equal volume of cum up higher, splattering my belly.
I kept stroking him as again and again his slender young body convulsed. Then his ejaculations diminished. Each new spasm produced less and less cum that was now landing on my breast and my arm with the last hitting my cheek.
The sight of what Vince had done was overwhelming. Huge drops of the white translucent cream slowly dripped down my arm. I was beginning to feel his warm seamen drip from my pubic bone and down to my pussy. I released my grip on my son’s cock.
Without warning he burst into tears and ran from my room saying, “I’m so sorry, I’m so, so sorry!”
There I lay, hotter than I think I’ve ever been, ready to erupt like a volcano and my newfound sexual desire just flew away for reasons I do not even know.
I grabbed my nightshirt, tossed it over my head. I walked to his room only to find his door locked. I could hear his soft sobbing and muttering something I couldn’t quite understand.
I knocked and ask him to open the door.
I told him, “I’m really sorry for making you do that to your mom.”
He responded with, “Oh my god Mom, it's not you. I have wanted to do that for ever, you are the hottest woman I ever seen! I’ve dreamt of what we just did for years and now when it finally happens… I blow my wad in like two seconds. Please just go away. I’ve never been with a woman before!”
Oh god, I took my sons virginity. I was his first, I thought. My mind raced at the implications. I knew our lives were forever changed.
Here I am, standing in the hallway with my nightshirt now glued to my body with my son’s cum and my own juices running down my legs.
“Come on baby, open the door, pleeeease! We need to talk,” I begged.
After a couple more times of me pleading, I heard the door unlock. I slowly entered the room and I saw him sitting on his bed with his pillow on his lap. I explained to him that what he experienced happens to all men occasionally. I told him he just got over excited, and real life is not like porn movies, were the guys last for a hour.
Then I told him, “Vince… I should have never done that to you, I’m your mother!”
“Mom, you’re not my mother, you are my stepmother. You're the beautiful woman that that piece of shit father of mine married. You are the hottest woman I have ever seen anywhere! I have wanted you since I became a teenager, I dream of you night and day.”
With my pussy still tingling and the wetness returning at the sight of his nakedness, I decide to take things into hand, literally. I reached out and pulled the pillow off his lap, grabbing him by his semi flaccid penis. I led him down the hall, to my room and into my shower.
“First, you’re going to wash me off and then we’re going to start all over and finish this properly,” I instructed.
Under the spray of the warm water I tell him to remove my sopping wet nightshirt, which he does and throws it over the shower door. I grabbed the bar of soap and handed it to him. It was indescribable what it felt like to have his hands roaming and exploring my body. It was even more sensual than Gina’s more experienced touch.
“Okay, my turn,” I said, as I took the soap from him.
It occurred to me at that moment the last time I washed him, he was but a child. He was a child no longer by the evidence of his already fully erect beautiful cock. It’s then that I notice he is completely hairless, shavedTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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