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I’m a 35 year old mother of one, my son Mark. I have 38C cup breasts. I suppose you could say that I have an hour glass figure.
As a result of my husband leaving us years ago, my son Mark grew up rather quickly right before my eyes. He was always a serious young boy, but even at such a young age he took to doing things around the house like mowing the lawn, and simple chores around the house. There was nothing that I could ask of him that he would not try to do his very best to fulfill, even when it might have been beyond his capabilities.
There were times when I used to get lonley without a mon around,but he would come to me put his arm around my shoulder and say. “Its ok Mum, its ok.” in an attempt to comfort me, and that would spark another storm of weeping to which I would cling to my son as if for dear life. I suppose you could say that it was for dear life since as the days months and years that past I had come to depend more and more on him. He became the steady rock in which I could draw strength from, and he became my sole reason for living now, and there is nothing in this world that I would not do for him.
A month or so after his f******nth birthday I had begun to notice how my son had changed. He was growing to be tall, fit, and handsome with a boyish quality still to his face, but it was late one night that I realized how much more of a man he was becoming then I wanted to admit, and how far his youthfull presents in my life had impacted me.
You see, one night I was feeling particularly lonely. It was late, and I thought my son had gone to bed. So I had a few glasses of red wine to loosen myself up a bit, and then went up to my room to tend to my loneliness. I even made a personal event out of it, dressing in a black sheer teddy that flaunted my curves, and matching crotchless panties that framed my hairy pussey. I don’t know why I still took so much pride in keeping my womanhood hairy, maybe it was just for the simple fact that in doing so I still felt like a woman. I did my Dark brunette hair, and even applied on some makeup. I wanted to feel sexy, even if it was for myself.
After I had looked at myself in the tall mirror, caressing my body and enjoying the soft sensations of the sexy nightwear against my skin, I reached into the top drawer of my dresser and took out my trusty vibrator. The poor thing had been getting more of a work out over the last couple of years then I think it was supposed to, but I knew I could count on it to get the job done.
I then laid back on my bed spreading my thigh as wide as I could possibly get them and began pleasing myself. Slowly at first, using it to tease my rapidly swelling clit, feeling it’s soft humming reverberations ripple through that small sensitive button sending sweet chills up and down my spine, and wishing for all the world that it was a real cock that was pressing and grinding me into temptation, pushing me to want a nice hard long fuck.
I don’t know when my son Mark had woken up, but that is not the point. The point is, however, that I had forgot to shut my bedroom door, maybe it was the wine I had earlier in the evening that had made me so forgetful.
I don’t know how long he had been watching me, but through my half closed eyes I could see his reflection of my tall mirror. His eyes were locked on me, and reflected in those deep brown eyes was a burning passion I had not seen in any male for far too long.
I was, by that point, in the full throws of wildly pumping my hairy pussy with my vibrator on the highest level, feeling the vibrating tip hitting my G-spot, and listening to the nice wet slurping sound my cunt made while it clenched at the shaft of my toy. All the while however my son was standing off to the side of my door frame watching me intently, his eyes glued on every quick thrust I made with my pleasure toy into my glistening steaming slit. I could also see that he was rapidly jacking off, his hand wildly pumping up and down his hard young cock as he watched me.
I know, I should have stopped right then and there, but it had been more than four long hard years since anyone showed that kind of interest in me, and I guess I got caught up in that longing look of desire he was giving me.
So, I continued to masturbate with my vibrating toy driving it harder and faster into my dripping hole, while my son masturbated to me. Knowing that he was watching me so closely sent a wild shiver up and down my spine, and I found myself whimpering and moaning louder than I should have, saying things like, “Fuck yeah that feels so good!”, and “Oh God yeah, right there baby! Come on give me all of that big cock!” God I was so turned on by the moment, even though every fiber of my being knew there was something so very wrong about it.
Then it hit me, the most intense climax I could remember having in recent years. That kind of orgasm that felt like ever nerve was electrified and making my cunt flood with nectar as it quivered in ecstatic contractions. Even as I rode out the wave after wave of pleasure saying “Oh, oh, oh God yes right there! Oh shit, I‘m cumming!”, my hips bucking wildly off the bed, and my cunt oozing with my warm sweet cum. I could see my son still jacking off in my mirror‘s reflection, his face contorted and twisted with concentration until at last he too reached the point where he was shooting off his milky white stream of cum all over the floor. That sight alone, even through half closed eyes was enough to send me off into another wave of orgasms, my cunt quivering insanely once again, and me moaning even louder than before, but by the time I came down from my lust high, Mark had made a hurried escape to keep me from fully seeing him.
For most of that night I stayed in my room curled on my bed and felt ashamed guilty, and like the worst mother on the face of the planet. I cursed myself for everything I could think of for allowing that to take place.
Yet at the same time my mind replayed what had happened over and over again, and I relived every thrilling detail of my son Mark cumming while watching me cum again and again with a fascinated revulsion. Even as every lurid detail rippled through my mind I questioned myself as to why I even allowed it. Was I so needing that even the desirable attention from my son was enough for me to totally lose all reason? After a moment I realized that I did not have an answer for that, and I doubted that there would ever be an answer for it.
I don’t know when I drifted off to sleep, but when I woke up it was a new day, and I quickly got undressed out of the sexy sheer nightie that I wore the night before swearing never to wear it again, feeling dirty, sick and perverted at the enhanced pleasure I received, from having my own son cumming at watching me fuck myself. Grabbing my long bath robe throwing it on and tying it at my waist. I hurried off to the bath room to take a shower because I still felt so sick with myself. I should have knocked,""
Standing there in the shower wildly stroking his hard cock through the slick suds of a soapy hand was my son. I stood there for a moment, the vision of his hand gliding up and down the steely manly shaft of his dick. Then looked away as he broke into panic as he saw me. “Mum!.. I’mu… oh God!” He cried out immediately trying to cover himself, hiding his hard on from my sight, with his hands.
“I’m sorry I should have knocked.” I said tenderly, but I didn’t leave, I didn‘t want to leave. Instead I looked right at him once again. He was still trying to hide his hardness from my sight. “Its ok" Boys do that sort of thing at your age.” I told him.
I could tell that he wasn’t understanding my meaning, he was still too stunned and shocked at having me standing there staring at his nakedness, and his hard cock to understand. “We’ll talk when you’re done.” I said, offering up one last smile, then I left him there, and headed down stairs to the kitchen.
With each step I took away from the bathroom and down the stairs I could feel my pussy dripping with wetness, and the scent of my arousal filling my nostrils. Just the mere sight of my son’s rock hard meat had set me wanting lust inside all over again, and all those harsh curses I said to myself the night before was barely a memory now, as my clit begged and ached for attention.
I made myself a cup of coffee when I got down to the kitchen and sat at the table clenching my thighs tightly together over and over again trying to ease some of the throbbing my slit was giving me waiting for Mark to come down. I think it was at that moment that I had made a decision, I was going to be my son’s first sexual experience. Then the thought hit me that I might not be his first. He was after all a good looking young lad, and I was sure that there might be some girl in his class that would willingly allow him to fuck her for his first time. Then I thought if that was the case, then I was going to be best fuck he had had.
In a matter of minutes I had gone from feeling ashamed, sick and guilty with myself, to sinking into total sexual depravity for my very own son.
It was a few moments later when Mark came down stairs dressed in a t-shirt, and a pair of shorts, his eyes down cast to the floor with guilt, and embarrassment written all over his young face. Slowly he sat in the chair across from me not daring to look at me, and looking for all the world that he would rather be somewhere else then sitting at that table.
“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked staring across the table at him, and even though my pulse was racing, and I could feel the slick wetness of my cunt slowly oozing from between my tightly closed thighs, I tried to sound so calm and natural about the whole thing that had transpired.
“I- I don’t know.” He finally replied with a meek voice.
“Its ok darling I won’t think anything bad if you want to talk.” I said soothingly trying to make him feel a little more at ease about the situation we both had found ourselves in.
“You promise?” My son asked glancing up to my eyes for a moment before pulling them away back to the table top.
I nodded my head and smiled tenderly. “I promise.” I answered softly.
“Ok.” He said with a slight nod of his head. I could tell he was still not sure about how this conversation was going to go.
“How long have you been, you know, masturbating yourself?” I asked thinking that it might be a good way to get started, not to mention I wanted to know how many times he had shot off his cum, wasting it, when he could have shot it off with me, on me, even in me. See, I told you I had sunk myself down into the depth depravity.
“I don’t know, a while now I guess.” He answered still looking down at the table top fidgeting a bit uncomfortably.
Once again I nodded my head in understanding as I formed my next question very carefully. “After you, you know, please yourself do you feel better?” I asked softly feeling the heat between my thighs increasing steadily.
“Sometimes.” He said “Sometimes, its not enough.” He added in a soft tone of voice
I gave him a soft smile. God I remembered how that felt, in fact I was feeling the very same way he had been at that very moment. “You’re growing up darling, and doing that is a natural part of growing up. You know I still do it to, you know, play with myself. So I understand.” I said.
The look my son gave me at that moment was one of guilt even more stronger than that of me walking in on him in the shower. “I know you saw me last night Mark. I know you watched me masturbating, and it’s ok. There was nothing wrong with it.” I said breaking it to him as tenderly as I could imagine.
Mark’s eyes widened at that moment in dreadful stunned disbelief. “You- you saw me?” He asked incredulously. “You saw me- you know?’
At first his face went pale, and then he blushed furiously.
I nodded my head and smiled once again gazing across the table at him. “Yes I saw what you were doing to, but don’t worry, I liked it.” I said.
“You did?” He asked again leaning forward a little closer, and I could see that his worry was turning into a greater interest, and in his eyes he was getting that same look he had the night before when he watched me fuck myself to mind blowing climax.
“Yes I did. It made me feel good to see you enjoying watching me.” I answered truthfully, even if the words sounded so wrong to my own ears, they sounded right in my heart. “It’s been a long time since anyone, even a handsome young man like you has looked at me in that way.” I confessed with a soft smile playing across my lips. “Would you like to see more of what you saw last night?” I asked.
There was a look of mixed emotions ripping across my son’s face, then slowly he nodded his head as he continued to look at me. “Yeah I would, but- but isn’t that, you know, wrong?” He asked me, and for a brief moment I was about to tell him that it was, but stopped myself. What was there really wrong with it?
“ Yes, but No darling. What you and I would share would be special, loving, and just between us. Do you understand what I’m saying?” I asked knowing that I was swearing my son to total secrecy.
For a moment I watched as he thought it through, as he did with all things, then he nodded his head once again. “Yeah I understand.” He said softly, with a smile creased his lips as he looked at me with unconditional love and affection.
I stood up from my chair at that moment and reached down untying the terry cloth belt that held my long bath robe closed. I watched every flash of emotion that rippled across Mark’s face, as I slowly opened my robe to expose my naked body underneath, I could see him staring openly at my large 38C tits with their hard firm nipples, and lower to my hairy cunt that was glistening with my free flow of honey. “Do you like the way your Mummy looks naked darling?”.
Slowly he nodded his head as I watched him stare at every exposed inch of my flesh. “Yes, He muttered.
I moved around the table until I was standing right in front of my son, and I could see that he was trying to hide the large tent in his shorts he wore. I could not help myself as I smiled down at him stepping closer and cupping his chin in one of my hands. God he looked so lovely staring up at me with those huge blue eyes of his, trembling with excitement, and slightly confused about what I was going to do with him. “Oh Mark darling did Mummy make your dick hard?”.
He nodded his head still staring up at me before he said “Yes Mum.”
Slowly I dropped to my knees before him and I could feel my mouth watering, as I leaned in closer to his still boyish baby smooth face. “Then let Mummy make you feel all better darling.”
I didn’t give him time to respond to that, as I kissed him, and it wasn’t the kiss of a mother, and son. It was the kiss of lovers. I slid my tongue from my mouth and darted into his, slowly rolling mine against his in a tantalizing dance. God his mouth tasted so good, and in that kiss alone was enough to have me let out a soft whimper of a moan as my clit began to throb. My nipples became even harder then they already were, if that was even possibly. In that one soft smooth sweet tongue rolling kiss I showed him exactly what I had in mind as I moved my hands down his body and began to lift up on the t-shirt he wore.
My son was so responsive to me, every silent instruction I passed to him by the touch of my fingers or the kiss of my lips he was eager to meet, as he attentively allowed his own fingers a moment to explore my breasts.
Once I had his shirt off I took my time kissing along his neck licking his skin All the while I listened to his breathing quicken and the gasps he would let escape him as I would come to sensitive places on his body, making his quiver under the sweet lash of my lips and tongue. Even still I was making my way down to his chest where I kissed, licked and sucked on his nipples. As I slowly wrapping my hands around his young pulsating cock through his shorts. “Oh God Mark your cock is so hard.” I whispered up at him,looking into his flushed face as I stared to slowly stroke his young cock though the shorts. “You want Mummy to take care of this?” I added with eyes twinkling with lust and longing.
“Y- yes please.” He stammered softly.
I looped my fingers in the waist band of his shorts, and as Mark lifted his hips off the seat of the kitchen chair, I pulled them down. And there it was, his beautiful dick. The wet red head was already dribbling precum and with one last glance into my Mark’s eyes, I leaned forward and made a slow long lick from base to tip catching the mildly salty tang of that sweet fluid. I even lowered my mouth to his sooth hairless ball sack and tongued it loving it before sucking each round testical into hungry mouth.
I knew I had finally crossed a line for which there was no return at that moment, and I didn’t care any more. I wanted Mark in every way a woman could want a young man, but there was so much more to it then just simply greedy lust. I wanted to please him, and love him. Not just as his mother but as his lover. So it was no surprise to me when I allowed one of his balls to slip from my mouth moving back to his thick reddened crown, and I slowly sank my mouth down over the thick head of his cock rolling my tongue around the rim and flick it over the piss hole before sucking it greedily down my throat and moaning.
“Oh fu-” Mark started to say only to catch himself not wanting to curse in front of me, but his body tightened form the sensation of have his cock in my mouth.
I allowed his cock to plop out of my mouth. “It’s ok darling you can talk dirty to me, I like it.” I said just before I began to gobble down his cock into my mouth once again, my head bobbing up and down along my son’s hard fat prick with more gusto, the sounds of my slurping mouth echoing sweetly in my own ears, not to mention the sounds of Mark‘s gasping and groaning.
“Oh fuck that feels so good Mum.” Mark moaned, and I could feel his hips rising and falling in time with every bob of my head.
God his cock was the best I had ever tasted, so smooth and hard, with a faint musky scent from his maleness filling my nostrils in an intoxicating aroma. I allowed one hand to aid me in giving my son a blow job, stroking the shaft up and down in the same rhythm as my hungry mouth, while my other hand sank between my thighs and began to swirl and rub my fingers at my clit which was swollen to a hard large button, and so very sensitive. I could hear my own voice moaning exquisitely against his cock, punctuated by the groans and gasps of pleasure which seemed to reverberate in to Mark’s heaving chest.
It must have been ten or so minutes of me on my knees and sucking so lovingly at my sons cock when I decided that I wanted more, no, I needed more. Slowly I stopped and pulled his quivering throbbing meat from my mouth. “Do you want to fuck me darling? Do you want to put this hard cock inside my pussy?” I almost purred at him as my hand still slowly stroking his coated shaft, and my eyes burned with a desire I had not felt in such a very long time.
Nodding his head rapidly in response to my question he said softly, “Yes please, I want to fuck you so Mum.” God that boy knew just what to say to make my blood boil, and seeing that look of absolute desperation and need to impale his hard cock in me almost made me cum right there kneeling between his quivering legs.
My open bath robe slipped from my shoulders and fell the floor as I stood up and moved beside the table. I bent over the table and spread my legs wide feeling the wetness of my cunt dribbling down my inner thigh. “Come on darling come fuck Mummy.” I whimpered as I put my arse in the air waiting.
I watched Mark my young son stand up from the chair his cock bobbing with his movements as it stuck straight out in front of his young hairless body. Then I felt him move up behind me sliding his warm hands along my hips as he took a grip on me, and I reached down between my thighs to grip his cock and guided him to my dripping pussy.
The instant I felt the tip of my son’s cock entering me, I pushed back as he pushed slowly forward, filling me completely in my pussy. I gasped at the sheer size of him, even his father was not this big, and my whimpers of pleasure sounded in my throat as he slowly began to rock his hips back and forth fucking me tenderly, and I in turned slowly thrust back wanting to feel him go as deeply as he humanly could.
“Oh shit Mark your cock feels so good inside me.” I gasped out as I forced my arse back against each thrust of his hips “Come on darling give it to me harder.” I almost begged. God I wanted such a good hard fucking that I couldn’t stand it.
I was in bliss as I felt Mark take a firmer hold of my hips and begin to slam that beautiful young cock of his into my dripping wet hairy snatch. I could hear the soft dull thuds of his hips colliding into my flesh arse cheeks, with the sloppy wet slurping sounds from my wet pussy, and his now primal grunts that came with each time he pounded that monster cock into my cunt. The sensation of his smooth hairless balls sack slapping at my clit drove me out of my mind. I started moaning louder, losing myself to the wild abandonment as little star began to form before my eyes, and the burning pleasure deep within me began to build, drawing ever closer to that orgasmic crescendo.
He must have fucked me bent over the kitchen table like that for a solid fifteen minutes, all the while I fought back my climax wanting to prolong the moment until I could not longer stand it. Then, like the flood gates of a dam being opened my release began to wash over me in a solid wave of i****tuous pleasure.
“Oh God Mark darling, I'm cumming!” I cried out, and no sooner than my proclamation was past my panting, moaning lips, when my cunt began to quiver, clenching time and time again in involuntary reaction to that sweet climax that had gripped me so strongly, and my creamy pussy juice began to gush from around the thick shaft of my Mark’s meat, as I gripped the table’s edge so hard that my knuckles where white
After a few more of my son’s hard pounding thrusts though I stopped him. “Hold on Mark. Let me roll over.” I gasped flipping over on my back and keeping my arse on the edge of the table and opening my thighs wide for him, just as he saw me the night before when I was fucking myself up in my bedroom. It was then that I could really see his face, that boyish smooth face that was dripping with sweat, and with eyes that burned red hot with passion.
Once again I reached down and too his hard young cock, now slick with my cum and guided him to my drooling hairy pussy. With one swift thrust of his hips he sank back into my loving depths, and once more began to fuck me like the end of the world was near. I could hear the creaking of the table and he slammed into me again and again. “That’s it darling, fuck me hard, make me take that big cock of your‘s make me love it!” I moaned, wrapping my smooth legs tightly around his waist so that he couldn’t get away from me.
God did that boy know how to fuck, and it didn’t take long for me to feel every inch of him grinding along my G-spot. In a matter of moments I was feeling yet another one of those tidal wave climaxes coming on, save this time as I looked up into my son’s face I could see that he too was on the very edge of shooting his thick load off in side my wet pussy.
Quickly I sat up pulling him closer to me with my arms and my leg as he continued to pound my hole. “Oh God I'm cumming again!” I almost screamed in his ear as I felt my hips begin to lose all control bucking and gyrating wildly on the kitchen table.
“Oh fuck! Me too Mum!” Mark groaned out loudly wrapping his arms about me, as he still slammed his cock into me over and over again.
“Do it Darling, cum in me, shoot it in me!” I commanded with such an urgent need. “Fill Mummy up!” I told him as I lost all my senses screaming out my pleasure as my hairy cunt once more began to flood and gush from around my son’s hard cock.
It was maybe two or even three more thrusts of his hips when he grew still his whole body tense, and his grip around me tightening. Then I felt his cock swelling inside me as the first thick stream of his cum shot deep into me, splashing against my cervix. Time and time again his cock pumped load after hot load into my pussy mixing with my own, and sealing the bond that we had made.
As we came down from our orgasms, I laid back on the table top, my breasts heaving and my body glistening with sweat. My son slumped forward and rested his head against my tits. We were both drained, but so very happy. Then he looked up to me, his eyes brimming with tears, and I’ll never forget what he said to me for as long as I live. “I love you Mum.” I knew he was saying it not just as my son, but as the most beautiful lover I would ever know.
“I love you too darling.” I replied with emotions choking my voice and held him close to me, as our love leaked ever so slowly from around his softening cock that was still buried up to the balls in my hairy pussy.
In that moment I realized that we had found that lost happiness. For now I will bring this story to a close. There have been many more adventure since that morning, and many more displays of our forbidden love. Perhaps, just perhaps I will share more of our lives in the future.
As a result of my husband leaving us years ago, my son Mark grew up rather quickly right before my eyes. He was always a serious young boy, but even at such a young age he took to doing things around the house like mowing the lawn, and simple chores around the house. There was nothing that I could ask of him that he would not try to do his very best to fulfill, even when it might have been beyond his capabilities.
There were times when I used to get lonley without a mon around,but he would come to me put his arm around my shoulder and say. “Its ok Mum, its ok.” in an attempt to comfort me, and that would spark another storm of weeping to which I would cling to my son as if for dear life. I suppose you could say that it was for dear life since as the days months and years that past I had come to depend more and more on him. He became the steady rock in which I could draw strength from, and he became my sole reason for living now, and there is nothing in this world that I would not do for him.
A month or so after his f******nth birthday I had begun to notice how my son had changed. He was growing to be tall, fit, and handsome with a boyish quality still to his face, but it was late one night that I realized how much more of a man he was becoming then I wanted to admit, and how far his youthfull presents in my life had impacted me.
You see, one night I was feeling particularly lonely. It was late, and I thought my son had gone to bed. So I had a few glasses of red wine to loosen myself up a bit, and then went up to my room to tend to my loneliness. I even made a personal event out of it, dressing in a black sheer teddy that flaunted my curves, and matching crotchless panties that framed my hairy pussey. I don’t know why I still took so much pride in keeping my womanhood hairy, maybe it was just for the simple fact that in doing so I still felt like a woman. I did my Dark brunette hair, and even applied on some makeup. I wanted to feel sexy, even if it was for myself.
After I had looked at myself in the tall mirror, caressing my body and enjoying the soft sensations of the sexy nightwear against my skin, I reached into the top drawer of my dresser and took out my trusty vibrator. The poor thing had been getting more of a work out over the last couple of years then I think it was supposed to, but I knew I could count on it to get the job done.
I then laid back on my bed spreading my thigh as wide as I could possibly get them and began pleasing myself. Slowly at first, using it to tease my rapidly swelling clit, feeling it’s soft humming reverberations ripple through that small sensitive button sending sweet chills up and down my spine, and wishing for all the world that it was a real cock that was pressing and grinding me into temptation, pushing me to want a nice hard long fuck.
I don’t know when my son Mark had woken up, but that is not the point. The point is, however, that I had forgot to shut my bedroom door, maybe it was the wine I had earlier in the evening that had made me so forgetful.
I don’t know how long he had been watching me, but through my half closed eyes I could see his reflection of my tall mirror. His eyes were locked on me, and reflected in those deep brown eyes was a burning passion I had not seen in any male for far too long.
I was, by that point, in the full throws of wildly pumping my hairy pussy with my vibrator on the highest level, feeling the vibrating tip hitting my G-spot, and listening to the nice wet slurping sound my cunt made while it clenched at the shaft of my toy. All the while however my son was standing off to the side of my door frame watching me intently, his eyes glued on every quick thrust I made with my pleasure toy into my glistening steaming slit. I could also see that he was rapidly jacking off, his hand wildly pumping up and down his hard young cock as he watched me.
I know, I should have stopped right then and there, but it had been more than four long hard years since anyone showed that kind of interest in me, and I guess I got caught up in that longing look of desire he was giving me.
So, I continued to masturbate with my vibrating toy driving it harder and faster into my dripping hole, while my son masturbated to me. Knowing that he was watching me so closely sent a wild shiver up and down my spine, and I found myself whimpering and moaning louder than I should have, saying things like, “Fuck yeah that feels so good!”, and “Oh God yeah, right there baby! Come on give me all of that big cock!” God I was so turned on by the moment, even though every fiber of my being knew there was something so very wrong about it.
Then it hit me, the most intense climax I could remember having in recent years. That kind of orgasm that felt like ever nerve was electrified and making my cunt flood with nectar as it quivered in ecstatic contractions. Even as I rode out the wave after wave of pleasure saying “Oh, oh, oh God yes right there! Oh shit, I‘m cumming!”, my hips bucking wildly off the bed, and my cunt oozing with my warm sweet cum. I could see my son still jacking off in my mirror‘s reflection, his face contorted and twisted with concentration until at last he too reached the point where he was shooting off his milky white stream of cum all over the floor. That sight alone, even through half closed eyes was enough to send me off into another wave of orgasms, my cunt quivering insanely once again, and me moaning even louder than before, but by the time I came down from my lust high, Mark had made a hurried escape to keep me from fully seeing him.
For most of that night I stayed in my room curled on my bed and felt ashamed guilty, and like the worst mother on the face of the planet. I cursed myself for everything I could think of for allowing that to take place.
Yet at the same time my mind replayed what had happened over and over again, and I relived every thrilling detail of my son Mark cumming while watching me cum again and again with a fascinated revulsion. Even as every lurid detail rippled through my mind I questioned myself as to why I even allowed it. Was I so needing that even the desirable attention from my son was enough for me to totally lose all reason? After a moment I realized that I did not have an answer for that, and I doubted that there would ever be an answer for it.
I don’t know when I drifted off to sleep, but when I woke up it was a new day, and I quickly got undressed out of the sexy sheer nightie that I wore the night before swearing never to wear it again, feeling dirty, sick and perverted at the enhanced pleasure I received, from having my own son cumming at watching me fuck myself. Grabbing my long bath robe throwing it on and tying it at my waist. I hurried off to the bath room to take a shower because I still felt so sick with myself. I should have knocked,""
Standing there in the shower wildly stroking his hard cock through the slick suds of a soapy hand was my son. I stood there for a moment, the vision of his hand gliding up and down the steely manly shaft of his dick. Then looked away as he broke into panic as he saw me. “Mum!.. I’mu… oh God!” He cried out immediately trying to cover himself, hiding his hard on from my sight, with his hands.
“I’m sorry I should have knocked.” I said tenderly, but I didn’t leave, I didn‘t want to leave. Instead I looked right at him once again. He was still trying to hide his hardness from my sight. “Its ok" Boys do that sort of thing at your age.” I told him.
I could tell that he wasn’t understanding my meaning, he was still too stunned and shocked at having me standing there staring at his nakedness, and his hard cock to understand. “We’ll talk when you’re done.” I said, offering up one last smile, then I left him there, and headed down stairs to the kitchen.
With each step I took away from the bathroom and down the stairs I could feel my pussy dripping with wetness, and the scent of my arousal filling my nostrils. Just the mere sight of my son’s rock hard meat had set me wanting lust inside all over again, and all those harsh curses I said to myself the night before was barely a memory now, as my clit begged and ached for attention.
I made myself a cup of coffee when I got down to the kitchen and sat at the table clenching my thighs tightly together over and over again trying to ease some of the throbbing my slit was giving me waiting for Mark to come down. I think it was at that moment that I had made a decision, I was going to be my son’s first sexual experience. Then the thought hit me that I might not be his first. He was after all a good looking young lad, and I was sure that there might be some girl in his class that would willingly allow him to fuck her for his first time. Then I thought if that was the case, then I was going to be best fuck he had had.
In a matter of minutes I had gone from feeling ashamed, sick and guilty with myself, to sinking into total sexual depravity for my very own son.
It was a few moments later when Mark came down stairs dressed in a t-shirt, and a pair of shorts, his eyes down cast to the floor with guilt, and embarrassment written all over his young face. Slowly he sat in the chair across from me not daring to look at me, and looking for all the world that he would rather be somewhere else then sitting at that table.
“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked staring across the table at him, and even though my pulse was racing, and I could feel the slick wetness of my cunt slowly oozing from between my tightly closed thighs, I tried to sound so calm and natural about the whole thing that had transpired.
“I- I don’t know.” He finally replied with a meek voice.
“Its ok darling I won’t think anything bad if you want to talk.” I said soothingly trying to make him feel a little more at ease about the situation we both had found ourselves in.
“You promise?” My son asked glancing up to my eyes for a moment before pulling them away back to the table top.
I nodded my head and smiled tenderly. “I promise.” I answered softly.
“Ok.” He said with a slight nod of his head. I could tell he was still not sure about how this conversation was going to go.
“How long have you been, you know, masturbating yourself?” I asked thinking that it might be a good way to get started, not to mention I wanted to know how many times he had shot off his cum, wasting it, when he could have shot it off with me, on me, even in me. See, I told you I had sunk myself down into the depth depravity.
“I don’t know, a while now I guess.” He answered still looking down at the table top fidgeting a bit uncomfortably.
Once again I nodded my head in understanding as I formed my next question very carefully. “After you, you know, please yourself do you feel better?” I asked softly feeling the heat between my thighs increasing steadily.
“Sometimes.” He said “Sometimes, its not enough.” He added in a soft tone of voice
I gave him a soft smile. God I remembered how that felt, in fact I was feeling the very same way he had been at that very moment. “You’re growing up darling, and doing that is a natural part of growing up. You know I still do it to, you know, play with myself. So I understand.” I said.
The look my son gave me at that moment was one of guilt even more stronger than that of me walking in on him in the shower. “I know you saw me last night Mark. I know you watched me masturbating, and it’s ok. There was nothing wrong with it.” I said breaking it to him as tenderly as I could imagine.
Mark’s eyes widened at that moment in dreadful stunned disbelief. “You- you saw me?” He asked incredulously. “You saw me- you know?’
At first his face went pale, and then he blushed furiously.
I nodded my head and smiled once again gazing across the table at him. “Yes I saw what you were doing to, but don’t worry, I liked it.” I said.
“You did?” He asked again leaning forward a little closer, and I could see that his worry was turning into a greater interest, and in his eyes he was getting that same look he had the night before when he watched me fuck myself to mind blowing climax.
“Yes I did. It made me feel good to see you enjoying watching me.” I answered truthfully, even if the words sounded so wrong to my own ears, they sounded right in my heart. “It’s been a long time since anyone, even a handsome young man like you has looked at me in that way.” I confessed with a soft smile playing across my lips. “Would you like to see more of what you saw last night?” I asked.
There was a look of mixed emotions ripping across my son’s face, then slowly he nodded his head as he continued to look at me. “Yeah I would, but- but isn’t that, you know, wrong?” He asked me, and for a brief moment I was about to tell him that it was, but stopped myself. What was there really wrong with it?
“ Yes, but No darling. What you and I would share would be special, loving, and just between us. Do you understand what I’m saying?” I asked knowing that I was swearing my son to total secrecy.
For a moment I watched as he thought it through, as he did with all things, then he nodded his head once again. “Yeah I understand.” He said softly, with a smile creased his lips as he looked at me with unconditional love and affection.
I stood up from my chair at that moment and reached down untying the terry cloth belt that held my long bath robe closed. I watched every flash of emotion that rippled across Mark’s face, as I slowly opened my robe to expose my naked body underneath, I could see him staring openly at my large 38C tits with their hard firm nipples, and lower to my hairy cunt that was glistening with my free flow of honey. “Do you like the way your Mummy looks naked darling?”.
Slowly he nodded his head as I watched him stare at every exposed inch of my flesh. “Yes, He muttered.
I moved around the table until I was standing right in front of my son, and I could see that he was trying to hide the large tent in his shorts he wore. I could not help myself as I smiled down at him stepping closer and cupping his chin in one of my hands. God he looked so lovely staring up at me with those huge blue eyes of his, trembling with excitement, and slightly confused about what I was going to do with him. “Oh Mark darling did Mummy make your dick hard?”.
He nodded his head still staring up at me before he said “Yes Mum.”
Slowly I dropped to my knees before him and I could feel my mouth watering, as I leaned in closer to his still boyish baby smooth face. “Then let Mummy make you feel all better darling.”
I didn’t give him time to respond to that, as I kissed him, and it wasn’t the kiss of a mother, and son. It was the kiss of lovers. I slid my tongue from my mouth and darted into his, slowly rolling mine against his in a tantalizing dance. God his mouth tasted so good, and in that kiss alone was enough to have me let out a soft whimper of a moan as my clit began to throb. My nipples became even harder then they already were, if that was even possibly. In that one soft smooth sweet tongue rolling kiss I showed him exactly what I had in mind as I moved my hands down his body and began to lift up on the t-shirt he wore.
My son was so responsive to me, every silent instruction I passed to him by the touch of my fingers or the kiss of my lips he was eager to meet, as he attentively allowed his own fingers a moment to explore my breasts.
Once I had his shirt off I took my time kissing along his neck licking his skin All the while I listened to his breathing quicken and the gasps he would let escape him as I would come to sensitive places on his body, making his quiver under the sweet lash of my lips and tongue. Even still I was making my way down to his chest where I kissed, licked and sucked on his nipples. As I slowly wrapping my hands around his young pulsating cock through his shorts. “Oh God Mark your cock is so hard.” I whispered up at him,looking into his flushed face as I stared to slowly stroke his young cock though the shorts. “You want Mummy to take care of this?” I added with eyes twinkling with lust and longing.
“Y- yes please.” He stammered softly.
I looped my fingers in the waist band of his shorts, and as Mark lifted his hips off the seat of the kitchen chair, I pulled them down. And there it was, his beautiful dick. The wet red head was already dribbling precum and with one last glance into my Mark’s eyes, I leaned forward and made a slow long lick from base to tip catching the mildly salty tang of that sweet fluid. I even lowered my mouth to his sooth hairless ball sack and tongued it loving it before sucking each round testical into hungry mouth.
I knew I had finally crossed a line for which there was no return at that moment, and I didn’t care any more. I wanted Mark in every way a woman could want a young man, but there was so much more to it then just simply greedy lust. I wanted to please him, and love him. Not just as his mother but as his lover. So it was no surprise to me when I allowed one of his balls to slip from my mouth moving back to his thick reddened crown, and I slowly sank my mouth down over the thick head of his cock rolling my tongue around the rim and flick it over the piss hole before sucking it greedily down my throat and moaning.
“Oh fu-” Mark started to say only to catch himself not wanting to curse in front of me, but his body tightened form the sensation of have his cock in my mouth.
I allowed his cock to plop out of my mouth. “It’s ok darling you can talk dirty to me, I like it.” I said just before I began to gobble down his cock into my mouth once again, my head bobbing up and down along my son’s hard fat prick with more gusto, the sounds of my slurping mouth echoing sweetly in my own ears, not to mention the sounds of Mark‘s gasping and groaning.
“Oh fuck that feels so good Mum.” Mark moaned, and I could feel his hips rising and falling in time with every bob of my head.
God his cock was the best I had ever tasted, so smooth and hard, with a faint musky scent from his maleness filling my nostrils in an intoxicating aroma. I allowed one hand to aid me in giving my son a blow job, stroking the shaft up and down in the same rhythm as my hungry mouth, while my other hand sank between my thighs and began to swirl and rub my fingers at my clit which was swollen to a hard large button, and so very sensitive. I could hear my own voice moaning exquisitely against his cock, punctuated by the groans and gasps of pleasure which seemed to reverberate in to Mark’s heaving chest.
It must have been ten or so minutes of me on my knees and sucking so lovingly at my sons cock when I decided that I wanted more, no, I needed more. Slowly I stopped and pulled his quivering throbbing meat from my mouth. “Do you want to fuck me darling? Do you want to put this hard cock inside my pussy?” I almost purred at him as my hand still slowly stroking his coated shaft, and my eyes burned with a desire I had not felt in such a very long time.
Nodding his head rapidly in response to my question he said softly, “Yes please, I want to fuck you so Mum.” God that boy knew just what to say to make my blood boil, and seeing that look of absolute desperation and need to impale his hard cock in me almost made me cum right there kneeling between his quivering legs.
My open bath robe slipped from my shoulders and fell the floor as I stood up and moved beside the table. I bent over the table and spread my legs wide feeling the wetness of my cunt dribbling down my inner thigh. “Come on darling come fuck Mummy.” I whimpered as I put my arse in the air waiting.
I watched Mark my young son stand up from the chair his cock bobbing with his movements as it stuck straight out in front of his young hairless body. Then I felt him move up behind me sliding his warm hands along my hips as he took a grip on me, and I reached down between my thighs to grip his cock and guided him to my dripping pussy.
The instant I felt the tip of my son’s cock entering me, I pushed back as he pushed slowly forward, filling me completely in my pussy. I gasped at the sheer size of him, even his father was not this big, and my whimpers of pleasure sounded in my throat as he slowly began to rock his hips back and forth fucking me tenderly, and I in turned slowly thrust back wanting to feel him go as deeply as he humanly could.
“Oh shit Mark your cock feels so good inside me.” I gasped out as I forced my arse back against each thrust of his hips “Come on darling give it to me harder.” I almost begged. God I wanted such a good hard fucking that I couldn’t stand it.
I was in bliss as I felt Mark take a firmer hold of my hips and begin to slam that beautiful young cock of his into my dripping wet hairy snatch. I could hear the soft dull thuds of his hips colliding into my flesh arse cheeks, with the sloppy wet slurping sounds from my wet pussy, and his now primal grunts that came with each time he pounded that monster cock into my cunt. The sensation of his smooth hairless balls sack slapping at my clit drove me out of my mind. I started moaning louder, losing myself to the wild abandonment as little star began to form before my eyes, and the burning pleasure deep within me began to build, drawing ever closer to that orgasmic crescendo.
He must have fucked me bent over the kitchen table like that for a solid fifteen minutes, all the while I fought back my climax wanting to prolong the moment until I could not longer stand it. Then, like the flood gates of a dam being opened my release began to wash over me in a solid wave of i****tuous pleasure.
“Oh God Mark darling, I'm cumming!” I cried out, and no sooner than my proclamation was past my panting, moaning lips, when my cunt began to quiver, clenching time and time again in involuntary reaction to that sweet climax that had gripped me so strongly, and my creamy pussy juice began to gush from around the thick shaft of my Mark’s meat, as I gripped the table’s edge so hard that my knuckles where white
After a few more of my son’s hard pounding thrusts though I stopped him. “Hold on Mark. Let me roll over.” I gasped flipping over on my back and keeping my arse on the edge of the table and opening my thighs wide for him, just as he saw me the night before when I was fucking myself up in my bedroom. It was then that I could really see his face, that boyish smooth face that was dripping with sweat, and with eyes that burned red hot with passion.
Once again I reached down and too his hard young cock, now slick with my cum and guided him to my drooling hairy pussy. With one swift thrust of his hips he sank back into my loving depths, and once more began to fuck me like the end of the world was near. I could hear the creaking of the table and he slammed into me again and again. “That’s it darling, fuck me hard, make me take that big cock of your‘s make me love it!” I moaned, wrapping my smooth legs tightly around his waist so that he couldn’t get away from me.
God did that boy know how to fuck, and it didn’t take long for me to feel every inch of him grinding along my G-spot. In a matter of moments I was feeling yet another one of those tidal wave climaxes coming on, save this time as I looked up into my son’s face I could see that he too was on the very edge of shooting his thick load off in side my wet pussy.
Quickly I sat up pulling him closer to me with my arms and my leg as he continued to pound my hole. “Oh God I'm cumming again!” I almost screamed in his ear as I felt my hips begin to lose all control bucking and gyrating wildly on the kitchen table.
“Oh fuck! Me too Mum!” Mark groaned out loudly wrapping his arms about me, as he still slammed his cock into me over and over again.
“Do it Darling, cum in me, shoot it in me!” I commanded with such an urgent need. “Fill Mummy up!” I told him as I lost all my senses screaming out my pleasure as my hairy cunt once more began to flood and gush from around my son’s hard cock.
It was maybe two or even three more thrusts of his hips when he grew still his whole body tense, and his grip around me tightening. Then I felt his cock swelling inside me as the first thick stream of his cum shot deep into me, splashing against my cervix. Time and time again his cock pumped load after hot load into my pussy mixing with my own, and sealing the bond that we had made.
As we came down from our orgasms, I laid back on the table top, my breasts heaving and my body glistening with sweat. My son slumped forward and rested his head against my tits. We were both drained, but so very happy. Then he looked up to me, his eyes brimming with tears, and I’ll never forget what he said to me for as long as I live. “I love you Mum.” I knew he was saying it not just as my son, but as the most beautiful lover I would ever know.
“I love you too darling.” I replied with emotions choking my voice and held him close to me, as our love leaked ever so slowly from around his softening cock that was still buried up to the balls in my hairy pussy.
In that moment I realized that we had found that lost happiness. For now I will bring this story to a close. There have been many more adventure since that morning, and many more displays of our forbidden love. Perhaps, just perhaps I will share more of our lives in the future.
Alma
- 22.03.2021
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