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I smiled at my Son and gave him a wink, it's been awhile since our last encounter
and the sexual tension was mounting. What began years ago has manifested itself gloriously.
Michael is captivated by this side of his mother,... totally. I find myself feeding from his desire
to pursue even more, my thoughts consumed.

With his father home the atmosphere was instantly altered, as well as my attire.
The candles that once encircled the Den are now hidden, my cotton shorts stuffed deeply
back into the drawer. My ground rules are being enforced, secrecy is paramount.

Michael seems to adjust well perhaps out of fear of discovery, yet I seem to struggle.
My progressive steps forward are quickly halted yet my desire still carries momentum. What takes Michael minutes extends itself greatly from my perspective.
Like a train of seduction that's often derailed, yet my thoughts are still on track.

Michaels candor was pleasant his secret, undetected. I fight the urge to breach my own principles
when brief opportunities arise. I almost seem pursuant when Keith is occupied or out of sight. Unaware if Michael would be receptive or not, I still struggle to uphold the rules that safeguard us from detection.
I must find a way to control those sudden urges, and I will. What reservations a Mother has is now being rather exploited. I chose to discard traditional beliefs which has provided, so much pleasure.

Knowing Keith finds the taboo appealing I still lack the courage to confess. Our pillow talk conversations lean towards the taboo and often, it arouses him greatly. After giving it some thought I decided to implicate some measure of suggestion during our intense sexual moments to seek his reaction, but when the opportunity presented itself, I retreated. There was no way I was going to jeopardize the progress I've made to suffice his taboo fantasies, at least not yet,... if ever.

The following morning Michael was aware his father was gone when I entered the kitchen wearing some naughty shorts. Re energized by his reaction, I strolled through the house absorbing his attention once again.
Michaels plans to join his friends were being postponed, as he methodically notified each one. As I fixed his breakfast I offered a wink from time to time, his shy face reddened. I knew he must have been checking me out, my cheeks were barely covered. I purposely paused by the freezer door, while it hardened my nipples and fast.
When I turned to pour his orange juice my braless presence was obvious, his silent gaze,... enticing.

His father just left an hour ago and my train of seduction, is back on track. As he sat eating I began washing the skillets, my back was turned away. My heart was racing knowing he was focused on my ass. Every move I made was carefully calibrated. When I shifted my weight I purposely popped that cheek outward absorbing that slight bounce myself. When I leaned over to put the pot away, my cleavage just poured from my top.
Michaels silence speaks many words, not a sound was heard. I placed my elbows on the island counter and leaned forward,... my breasts so profound.

' How is your breakfast? ' ... I asked.

His eyes darted from his plate to by chest as he began playing with his food, nervously. I smiled and rose slowly running my hand down his arm, before walking towards the living room. My three inch sandals were enough to create a slight sway in my step before I sat, crossing my legs. I reached for a magazine and began to falsely read. I rested calmly as I blindly read some article, my focus, elsewhere. Hearing his fork scratch the plate, I knew he was equally distracted as well. It was just three years ago when I discovered Michaels wandering eye, during a moment just like this. It was difficult to focus on the article staring past my stiffened nipples, as I began to encircle my hanging calf.
By now I clearly have no problem 'approaching that fence',... taunting hims to step over,... once again.
There was no sense in trying to appear innocent at this point, he was well aware of my change in attire.
What filled his thoughts and mine as well is the fact that he went down on his Mother. I gazed at my thighs so smooth so tanned, as I rocked my calf back and forth,... drawing his complete attention. I darted my eyes to capture his reaction, his blank face glowed.

' A penny for his thoughts' ... I said to myself.

For the last few days, Michael has savored the thoughts of eating pussy for the first time,... feeding from his Mother. Those days must have been challenging for him as well, the nights even more. I was able to engage him about it but only briefly while his father was home. He stumbled for words but his enthusiasm was more audible. He received a warm embrace unaware I was soaked to the bone. He was unable to produce the words I wanted to hear yet I knew,... he was eager for more. Several times while his father was nearby almost telepathically Michael and I shared some lingering stares fueled by lust. Those stares are terribly erotic, so forbidden,... so addicting.

When Michael finished his breakfast he sat curiously in a chair, nearby. Neither of us could focus on anything but what occurred in our last encounter. My heart pounded wildly when I knew I had to address it, he was anxious as well. Absent the courage I continued to silently gaze at the article,... still unread. The silence was overwhelming, the tension was high. Michael leaned forward now clutching his hands, searching for something to say. My once circling calf came to a stop,... my mind was truly melting. I raised the magazine closer to my face as I prepared my opening statement, my head was so dizzy, I was embarrassed, nervous,... yet terribly aroused.

' Can I ask you something Michael? ' ... I said in a nervous voice.
' That night in the Den, did I go too far? ' ... I asked, as I turned several pages.

He seemed to quiver while slowly rocking back and forth, his eyes shifted all around, searching for a response.

' Emily was cute but she denied you things,... didn't she '... I added.

' Yes'... he responded.

My heart was beating so loud I was sure he could hear it. I paused, searching for words,... my hanging calf dead still.

Moments like this are hard to put into words.
I'm dressed in attire no Mother would wear in front of her Son. I have violated some societal line by stepping over several times, in the recent past. His craving for flesh so profound that even his Mother, became a suitable candidate for exploration. His weakness for legs is his Mothers best asset. My ability and will to encourage his forbidden attention has been surely fruitful. I became aroused by his youthful needs, while fulfilling a few of my own. Ignited by thoughts I'm once again approaching that fence, while Michael anxiously waited me to speak.

I placed the magazine on the table and shifted my body to face him directly, my legs were still crossed.
He knew what path this subject was going to take, nervously staring away. I remained in place, my heart was pounding,... my hesitance fading.

' Do you have any plans tonight Michael? '... I asked.

He nodded his head ' no' while stealing peeks at my crossed leg,... then spent some time, looking away.

' Would you like to join me for that movie again? ' ... I asked.
' Which one? ' ... he asked.
' You know which one '... I said, followed with a wink.

He instantly began gulping hard breaths of air, as I rubbed my calf on his, as he stared intently at my legs.

' What time? ' ... he uttered quickly.
' After dinner,... I'll come get you '... I replied.

He exhaled greatly and stood up fast.

' I gotta take a shower '... he cried out as he quickly walked away.

Before he made it to the door way, I called out; ' Just a shower Michael...okay? '
I suspected he might actually relieve himself while showering, I wasn't sure he caught the drift. He paused only briefly, before silently disappearing around the corner.
As his footsteps faded,... his Mother was already moist. I closed my eyes, as my head swam with dizziness.
I have once again sparked that forbidden flame,... and my sense were on fire. I sat so Motherly yet overwhelmed by my desire to please his enormous appetite for flesh. The sounds of falling items were heard as he furiously prepared himself to shower. He crossed the hallway in a dash,... like a guy late for something,... special.

As Michael showered I retrieved the hidden candles and strategically placed them all around the Den. Our rendezvous was still hours away but I wanted to taunt his mind. The den was certainly designed to seduce and his first glance was sensational. I spent the next few hours doing chores around the house with anticipation indeed. He was captivated by my willingness to parade around the house in those shorts. The sexual tension throughout the afternoon was immeasurable. I passed his room many times knowing he would inspect my every move,... as I walked down that hall.
My intention was to prime his mind with hours of forbidden views,... and that I did indeed.

While preparing dinner Michael made several trips into the kitchen for needless things. His wide eyed stares were so focused on my legs and my ass. His chatter lacked direction, distracted by his Mothers flesh. He was also aware I stole a few glances at his crotch, as the day matured. I made no effort to conceal that act, and was pleased he actually noticed.

Years ago, when I began 'testing the waters' I found it difficult to capture an image of his bulge. A Mother looks into the eyes of her Sons, avoiding any act that may be perceived unfavorably. However, several incidents years ago allowed a few opportunities. While he napped his Mother viewed, absent of all detection.
One summer afternoon as he slept I stood quietly by his bedside, my inhibitions in jeopardy. I battled internal voices yet curiosity reigned victorious. I pulled his blanket to the side, ever so slowly to avoid detection. I tried not to look, my morals stood strong, yet intermediate glances matured into a more lengthy observation. My eyes sought permission as they scanned slowly down his toned stomach.... he was beautiful *

My eyes glazed over admiring his youthful body. Michaels balls were silky smooth flanking his thick shaft,... as he lay sleeping. Such a beautiful specimen of forbidden fruit, the image entrenched in my mind.

I called Michael to dinner and he sat in his normal chair. I motioned for him to sit next to me instead.

' That's dads chair '... he said.
' Your father isn't home ' ... I replied.... he quickly scooted over.

Throughout the meal he gazed at my thighs,... resting so close to his. I finished first he was very distracted, my cleavage so displayed.

' I'll come get you later' ... I said, as I rose from the dinner table. Michael froze in his seat, watching me clean the table. I knew my breasts would rattle his cage as they bounced and swayed so freely. I kept my eyes on the table, so his could roam unchallenged. There was no sense in trying to conceal my hardened nipples,... they stood so very proud.
As I leaned over I acknowledged my nipples and tilted my head, as if to say; ' Like what you see? '
His face reddened and lowered fast. My legs just quivered by my own admission yet blanketed with a motherly smile. After clearing the table I placed my palms on the table leaning towards him, my cleavage profound.

' I'll come get you later ' ... I said, with a rather devilish smile.

As time neared I rested on the bed while my body tingled with excitement. Michael was pacing his room like a caged Tiger, his shadows seen. The den awaits our arrival, and Michael was consumed with anticipation. I rose from the bed and stood in the mirror making some final adjustments to my attire. My trembling fingers only prolonged,... my lipstick application. I pressed my lips together and planted a single kiss on the mirror ahead,... I was almost ready. After one final inspection,... I walked towards the door.

As I closed the door behind me my stroll down the hallway,... was memorable. Michaels bedroom door was open as I grew closer,... observing my every step. I was certain he would recognize my altered state of motherhood, and boy did he ever. As I neared his doorway an added sway to my hips was clear.

' Come with me '.... I said as I passed, no pause in my step at all.

Michaels expression was priceless. His movement halted instantly the remote in his hand fell to the floor, his presence was felt,... trailing behind. I could feel his eyes upon my ass as it swayed to and fro. Michael sat quickly stealing peeks at his Mothers shorts. My legs seem to smile with approval,... his attention almost magnetic. No Mother would display herself so forwardly without raising concern, but his father wasn't home.
Michael was well aware I was pursuing him once again, his repetitive exhales, already heard. I slid the CD into the player and walked over to close the curtains. As I reached high my shorts rose accordingly, my cheeks were now fully exposed. As I closed the curtains the view of my ass, faded into the darkness. I paused as I held the curtains in both hands, closing them tightly.
With my back to Michael I whispered loud enough to hear; ' No one knows Michael;... no one ' ... I added, as I remained in place still grasping the curtains, awaiting his anxious reply.

I turned and stood close to the sofa gazing at his presence. He knew I was evaluating his response as he shifted nervously in position. I placed my hand on the back of the sofa and began waving my forward thigh. Like the dangling watch of a hypnotist, drawn to the movement,... captivated indeed. Absorbing the attention I remained in place for several minutes raising the level of anticipation immensely. Michael seemed to rattle with nervousness, yet never looked away. He knew I was wrestling with morals and gladly accepting defeat. When he slowly moved a pillow to the side, I walked around and sat down beside him. He seemed to melt as I rested myself against his side. His focus on my lips reddened with lipstick caused me to lick them moist, as I stared into his eyes. That gesture alone stirred him greatly, his facial expression,... catatonic.

I leaned over and kissed his cheek and rested myself against him. I bent my legs and placed them very close,... taunting him even further. His heart was pounding,... and so was mine. As the movie began we both were focused,... anticipating the upcoming scenes. Throughout the movie I caressed a leg, knowing he would certainly notice. Subtle adjustments provided a wonderful view down my blouse which didn't go unnoticed.
I was baiting my Son,... he was eager to strike.

In the movie, the Mother is caught spying on her Son, when he showers. She attempts to retreat even though detected. As she stands in the hallway,... he approaches her in the dark. She embraces him weeping with fear and collapses down to the floor. Her need for pleasure was obvious removing her blouse, casting it to the side. The camera also falls to the floor,... shocked by the image it captures. Two silhouettes dance in the dark,... screwing madly on that floor. Her legs were wrapped around his waist as he gave her what she wanted.
Her cries of admission flood the hallway as she rejoices in his willingness to indulge. Her nails are seen dug into his shoulders, as he thrashed her body well.
I turned and looked directly at Michael, my eyes slanted in lust...

' Did you ever think about that? '... I asked so delicately.

I was certain he wouldn't respond, and I was surely right. Michael sat motionless glued to the image of that Mother,... naked on the floor. His body trembled, his eyes were wide,... then I placed his hand on my leg.

' It happens Michael',... but no one knows '... I whispered,... then looked away.

I was certain Michael would screw me too if the opportunity presented itself.
Michaels ability to remain calm was really fading and fast. His chest began to rise even faster when I placed my hand over his,... as it rested on my leg.

' Not sure if I could go that far ',... I said softly,... gazing at the activity on the screen.

Just knowing his Mother considered it, threw him into a frenzy of arousal. He attempted to regain his composure but my comment,... wasn't easily dismissed. Michael was squirming in his seat,... his Mothers pussy was soaked. I rose form the sofa and stood directly in front of him, as he sat so still. His eyes fell from mine now focused on my bare thighs,... so close to his face. I smiled warmly,... blowing out the candles,... flirtatiously,... one by one. As the room grew darker, Michael grew ever more excited. As the last candle was extinguished I walked back towards the sofa. I reached for his hand, and he stood fast. When I placed my hands on his hips his body began to tremble. I moved in closer now face to face, my nose now bumping his. Then I raised my arms around his neck and whispered into his ear; ' Kiss me Michael ' was all I could manage,... my tilting head prepared.

The tension of that exact moment,... is beyond my ability to describe. The temptation is unbearable, delayed by choice. Our warm breaths collide while the sight of my lipstick, taunts him further. His Mothers eyes were slanted,... telepathically craving. I took a deep breath,... and I kissed his mouth.

A singular burst of passion resonates in my soul, the moment our lips touch. One affectionate peck becomes more invasive, and soon,... I'm french kissing my Son. I was dizzy with apprehension while goosebumps riddled my legs. How does one describe the emotions,... when thrashing his youthful mouth. Michaels hand rose kissing me terribly deep as he held my head so firmly,... our bodies now molded as one. Michael was drawing my saliva, digging in my mouth,... as my knees began to weaken.

Michael seems totally memorized, observing this side of his Mother. His eyes pulsate wildly as if their being controlled by a dimmer switch,... as I continued crossing that line. Feeling Michael grasp my hips arouses his Mother greatly. The sense of realization is strong, riddled with amazement,... driven by lust. Our tongues continued to battle for supremacy trading periods of dominance, yet both victorious. Michaels tongue was fast and furious, while I took a more sensual path. His tempo caused mine to increase shattering my sense of control. His grip in my hips tightened when he realized my sudden shift in aggression. While kissing my Son so deeply,... I cupped my hand over his bulge.
Michaels squeal was silenced, by his Mothers engulfing kiss. My hand was shaking terribly, my palm was firmly pressed. Our forbidden kiss instantly launched itself, into the atmosphere. Michaels knees buckled several times, while his mothers pussy was flooding. Slowly I reached for his hand, removing it from my hip, and guided it towards my chest.
Suddenly I broke from the kiss and nestled my face into his shoulder. I shuddered hard and fought myself, refusing to remove my hand. Michael panted hard as I held his bulge,... shielded only by underwear. With all the nerve I could muster, I extended my fingers to canvas his entire endowment. I pressed my face further into his shoulder, in an effort to hide my reaction. Michael felt mush thicker than his father,... my fingertips now resting just above his balls. The position of control was now in his favor, my panting now unrestricted. Near my wrist lie his massive mushroom, yet still remained unexplored. I tried to gather my breath but the moment was too enticing. I pulled from his shoulders and kissed him deep as an act of total distraction. When I felt his mushroom throbbing head I kissed him deeper in an effort to conceal my findings.

' Jesus Michael '... I whispered.

I gasped pressing myself into his body, feeling his enormous mushroom head. A sudden burst of judgement caused my head to drop in embarrassment, but my hand never got the message.
Now Michael broke from the kiss, traveling down my neck. Sucking and licking his Mothers neck comes at a price indeed. My head fell backward allowing his maiden voyage to continue. My Son is unaware of the effect that has on his Mother,... but soon, he will find out.

The audible moans from the movie are filling our ears fueling the passion,... even more. As I held his cock he ravished his Mothers neck, even driving his tongue in my ear. I was over aroused, my head so dizzy,... my body teetered back and forth, yet anchored by my groping hand. Quickly I removed my hand and stepped back from his embrace. Michaels stance was one of a man who just completed a marathon of sorts... gasping and sweaty.
My blouse was now partially unbuttoned my left breast, exposed as I stood silently in front of him. I motioned for him to sit on the sofa, his raging erection, a sight neither of us, could ignore. When he attempted to hide it, I took the pillow and tossed it far. My motherly instincts returned as I tried my best to remain focused directly into his eyes. I was astonished by this movement, weighing the consequences while fighting the urge to ignore,... his increasing state of arousal.

My train of seduction was right on course. I stared at Michael as I stalked him, encircling him like a pursuant shark. As I stood behind him I took notice of his tented appearance. Michael was unaware of my weaknesses and ravishing my neck,... is a dangerous move. As I lingered behind him, I tugged on his shirt,...

' Take this off '... I whispered,... into his ear.

He nervously began folding it once removed when I grabbed it away, and tossed it to the floor. Michael was captivated staring wildly into his Mothers eyes. He gulped hard, several times, as I purposely gazed directly at his obvious erection. I leaned over and retrieved the remote and turned down the lighting,...only the sounds of forbidden pleasure remained. Ever so slowly, the room grew darker, until total darkness was achieved. Their moans and groans seemed amplified, by the sudden loss of the picture on the screen. Her gasping cries are clearly heard as her Son fucked her wildly, the scene we remember well. I felt my way to the other sofa and rested myself quietly down.

' Can you see me Michael? ' ...I whispered.
' No '... came from a voice, in the dark.

Sitting near the edge of the sofa I paused momentarily absorbing the sexual tension once more. My legs trembled riddled with goosebumps as I caressed them in the dark. Hidden by darkness I slid off my blouse and cast it to the floor, my breasts now free. I raised up slightly and slid my shorts off and dropped them to the floor as well. The absence of light was beneficial. Michaels Mother was now naked, searching for the courage to proceed. As I sat nervously on the edge of the sofa, I pondered my next move.

' Can you see me Michael? ' ... I whispered once more.
' No I can't ' ... came from his lips.

I clenched my hands tight,... my heart, racing. I closed my eyes and yearned for bravery, my words already primed. My open eyes saw only darkness, my mind saw yet a chance.

' Is your underwear on? ' I asked,... so weakly.
' Yes ',... was all I heard.

' Take them off '... he heard from his Mother, my voice, loud and clear.

My eyes struggled to see in the dark, capturing a long overdue image of his cock. I knew he was equally handicapped suffering the same sense of frustration. MY heart rate was stupendous,... my goosebumps high.
Michael tasted his Mothers pussy during our last encounter,... but tonight,... it was my turn.

' Michael '... I whispered.

Instantly he grew louder, his breathing elevated, my voice was now much closer.
When I touched his leg he jumped so fast,.... ' Oh god '... came from Michael,... and twice.

His soft bare knee twitched slightly, as I rested my quivering hand on his knee. My hot breaths began warming his body as I knelt down to my knees,... hidden from his awareness in the dark. With my other hand I held his opposing ankle while I nestled into position.

I firmly held his ankle while my other hand grew closer to his throbbing confession. Like a switch my glands were activated yearning for the taste of his cock. A tickle of saliva fell on his leg as my mouth grew chronically ajar. I reached for where I knew he was laying and cupped his throbbing erection.

Absent detection I lowered down and kissed his thigh softly, and in random spots. Michael hissed with anticipation, his feet now scrambling bad. I placed my hands upon his hips and pulled his body forward.

Once again I battled the voices that were trying to destroy our fun. Michael has needs and I have desires,... both of which are strong. Ravishing my neck is a catalyst,... one he will learn and learn well in time.

As I cupped his package my lips were primed,... glistening in my own saliva. Michael is not aware of his Mothers appetite for oral sex, and is in for a rude awakening. My mouth awaits a courageous hand, and that time was almost here. I returned my hand to his throbbing mass and held it in my hand.

Michaels body shook in response his rapid whispers,... scrambled. Just feeling his throbbing meat in my hand was truly overwhelming, so thick,... so BIG*. My lowered head of embarrassment truly went unnoticed. The darkness of the room,... gave us both freedom of expression.
He could only imagine his Mothers reaction,... yet I could feel his.

' Are you okay? ' ... I whispered.
' Yes, yes,...yes '... came from a voice in the dark.

At this point I don't know who was more excited,... and his squeals were clearly heard.
We were both breathing heavily, I couldn't turn back... I just couldn't. Silently I scooted closer, his knees now bumping my sides. I released my grip from his cock and began feeling his smooth bare chest. With a few subtle adjustments, I was now right between his legs. The scent of his nakedness was enticing, I'm sure he recognized a shift in my pheromones, yet tainted by perfume as well. When I began planting soft kisses on his stomach,... he had to know what I wanted. No longer able to conceal my arousal became so beneficial. My soft kisses became licks, progressing further downward. It was clear that the tables were turned tonight,... and his mother wanted a treat. Michaels stomach rose and flexed as I grew closer to his stuff. My soft blonde hair swept his belly as I lowered myself even further. I closed my eyes,... and pressed my face into his groin.

' God Yes '... came from a voice in the dark.

I pressed Michael back into the sofa,... my hands now on his chest. The scent of his manhood drove me insane, his soft pubes tickling my face. Just feeling his shaft pressed against my cheek was almost too much to bare. Never once did I engage as I continued priming his mind, as well as my own. The darkness concealed my lustful expression, riddled with hesitation. I was intoxicated by his scent while his mushroom head danced as it brushed past my lips. He ravished my neck,... now it's time to pay.

I opened my hands and placed them firmly onto his chest, while I further tickled his groin with my hair. I slid my face along his shaft as he gasped,... uncontrollably. My will to keep my mouth sealed was truly eroding and fast. My lips began to part as I pressed my face so willingly into his nest. That image stored in my mind the day I slid his blanket aside flashed quickly,... and so did I.
Covered by darkness, I wet my lips. I gazed upward but could see no face. I took a deep breath and trailed my tongue up his shaft with a wet singular lick.

' Oh god ! '.... Michael cried.
' Oh god ! ',... he added.

I retracted my tongue quickly savoring the first taste so hungrily, pressed against my pallet. I waited a few seconds, and then I did it again. Goosebumps rose quickly on my thighs as I slid a hand down and grasped his shaft and firmly.

' Do you want me to stop? ' ... I asked.
' Oh no,... please don't ',... he said in a full tone,..... 'please don't '... echoed in the dark.

Absent detection I prepared myself sliding even closer, as I moistened my lips. The sounds of slapping flesh radiate from the TV as that mother and son fuck wildly on the kitchen floor, adding fuel to our fire.

' Do you hear that Michael,... they are screwing '... I said,... knowing their moans offered validation.

Michael was completely shocked by my comment, his breathy mix so loud. I lowered my head and opened my mouth, I couldn't wait any longer.

' May I give you a,...'Yes!',... he cried out.

Like a beating drum, my heart was racing. Michael is about to witness a side of his Mother he didn't know existed. No Son could accurately predict or even consider the thought his Mothers sexual capabilities in the bedroom. His entire outlook is about to change, his innocent perception of me will be altered, and that time has now arrived.

I closed my eyes, yet I don't know why,...
I warmed his balls exhaling purposely to indicate my position.
His soft pubic hairs brushed my chin as I ran my tongue right up his shaft.
Michaels sighs were like that of a tire,....loosing air,... a continual hiss.
I extended my tongue further allowing myself to cover his massive head with a coating as well, as I licked my way north. When my tongue ran across that beautiful mushroom,... his body twitched,... and he shot his load !

' Aaaaahhhhhhh'.... came from Michael, his body convulsing wildly.
' Michael !! ' ... I whispered,... hearing splats of cum land on his chest.

His massive shaft pulsated well, his jets of cum I felt being jettisoned.

' Jesus Mother,... Jesus ! '... he cried out,... gripping my arm tight.
' Oh Michael ',... I whispered, still clenching his hardened cock, pulsing away in delight.

Michael twisted and squealed as he emptied his balls onto his chest.
The moment came fast and so did my thought.

' Oh Mother,... Jesus mom ',... he said in the dark.

' My oh my '... I said, as I leaned into his body, my breasts sweeping his warm cum aside.

Targeting his mouth by his breath, I kissed him softly several times. Feeling his lips kiss me back is always sensational, beyond this mothers words. I rested myself against him sharing a deeper emotional kiss. Entangling my tongue with his is indescribable, from a mothers perspective, naughty, delicious. He premature explosion was expected yet frustrated him greatly. His warm cum was now crusted to my breasts, as we thrashed each others mouths with forbidden precision.
I reassured his doubts, fascinated by his stamina, while whispering things in his ear. His ability to retain his erection was amazing, just like he was in my dream. The scent of his cum was filling my nostrils as we continued to dig in each others mouths. Licking his shaft was way beyond words, but I'm so hungry for more.

He squealed in joy when I slid myself downward, dragging my breasts along his torso. Once again I pressed him back into the sofa, my hands were upon his chest. His warm sticky shaft now bumping itself along the side of my face, and still throbbing madly.
My tongue excited him, that was clear,...
now he knows what I want,... and that time is near....

I've spent many hours just imagining what it would be like to be sitting where I am. Thoughts that occur as I lay in the tub, planning my next move. My entire body rattled with nervousness,... yet hidden from his view.
His craving for sex arouses his Mother, my desire to please him is about to begin. I've taunted Michael for many years, there's no going back,... that door is closed.

As I pressed my face along his groin I extended my tongue, grazing his balls. After a few more passes, I did it again. Michaels hiss, his wanting sighs shattered my my sense of control. I pressed his cock against his belly,... and started by licking his balls.

' Don't step in the shallow end,... dive in the deep' ... I said to myself, as I began bathing his smooth balls well.

Michael squealed with excitement,... his body shook !
My reserve was off, so entrenched with arousal. Quickly I slid the rubber band from my wrist, and tied back my hair,... undetected. I pulled his cock from his belly,... and slid him into my mouth.

My will to stay on pace was destroyed.
Michael gasped loudly when he realized, he was now deep in my mouth.

' Jesus Mother,... yes ! ' ... he cried.

Michaels chorus of moans rang loudly as I shoved his cock so deep. Earlier visions of taking my time were clearly shattered by hunger. I parked Michaels enormous mushroom near my tonsils, as I sucked his shaft aggressively so... with no retraction at all. My mind was washed of all inhibitions as I continued savoring his depth. Michaels girth was sensational, filling my mouth to capacity.
My hunger for this moment became more important, than any level of concern, my delicate approach, was tarnished. I pressed him into the sofa there was no where to run, his plan of escape, nonexistent. His massive head seemed to plunge my throat, smashing my tonsils blue. Out of the darkness, his cries were heard, squeals of joy, his panting wild. He grasped my arm, with a survivors grip as his cock began to swell. The slurping sounds as I caught my breath, drove him over the edge. My will to receive his warm explosion caught me by surprise. He ravished my neck, it comes at a price. His panting became rhythmic and his volume increased, I knew what was coming,... and he did too.

Michael screamed and suddenly so. My eyes were slanted by an internal smile, his mushroom head inflated, he was ready to shoot. When I squeezed his chest, his cock exploded,...

Jets of cum filled my mouth, as Michael screamed, but his words,... scrambled. He blanketed my throat my mouth was filled, I squealed in joy, his cum was so thick *
His pulsating cock threw torrents of cum, what I couldn't swallow, I savored well. Like a wolf, he seemed to howl as I kept him nestled so deep in my mouth. He was delicious, my pallet, strong. His cum was in globs so chewy and thick, a delicious treat for his Mother indeed. My expression was that of a person savoring their favorite treat, sloshing his cum like jello, fondly between my teeth. His volume surprised me, my belly was pleased, salty sweet,... and I swallowed it down.
Michaels body fell limp, yet his stamina remained, his trailing whispers,... fading.

I slowly retreated to the opposite sofa, dazzled with emotions, as I sat quietly fingering myself in the dark.
SO many feelings swept through the room, shaded by darkness,... fueled by desire. I yearned to hear him speak yet I had no words to offer. His sounds of relief echoed indeed, his grateful moans absorbed.
To comprehend what just occurred was almost too much to grasp. I knew he had needs and so did I, but where do I go from here?...

If crossing this fence is so forbidden, they should have built one taller.
There I sat, savoring his cum, my breath so lightly scented.

The movie was over, only we were heard. Having heard no rejection I paused in wait, his gasping cries were fading. I felt so exploited, my talents revealed.
I sat in the darkness,... does he want some too?...

My body was talking, I blame desire,... I want more, my pussies on fire...

His grateful whispers I simply adored, as I prepared another offer. Reaching in the dark I found the lighter
and settled myself into position.
Off to my right was another candle, and like Michael, it's about to be lit.
I slid myself to the edge of the cushion, and parted my legs really wide. Such a devilish smile came upon my face,... as I taunted the lighter with my thumb. I gazed in the darkness, my legs so wide, over run with temptation, his mother waits. I must find a way to initiate with words, my will to speak,... was frightened.
My thumbs on the lighter, I know what he wants,... it's time to light the flame.

He saw it flicker, it caught him off guard. At first he saw nothing, until the flame matured.
A few seconds later,... his panting returned. My silhouette, and his as well appeared in the dark before us.
Perched on the sofa sits his naked Mother, my legs glowing clearly wide.

' Oh god Mother ',... he whispered.
' Oh god '...

Hit by nerves I hid myself behind a thigh,... as his eyes began to adjust. At a loss for words I had nothing to say, but offered invitation. With hesitance fading he slid off the sofa and moved even closer, goosebumps riddled my legs. I was well aware a candle lit view was enticing,... as I swayed my thighs, drawing him in.

Time for confession, and that tine is now.
We spent that evening together in the dark, as the candle burned,... so did we.
My passionate sighs drove him mad,... his squeals were so orgasmic. Trading sofas, fulfilling dreams, yet wonderfully so forbidden. Our whispered cries filled the room,... that candle guiding our way.
We melted together, flesh on flesh in the dark for many hours. Our inhibitions vanished fast out tongues and mouths were busy. He relished in my abilities, while perfecting his own.

His burning desire to experience sex, extended itself to his Mother. As for us, it seems we've found
a route for convenient pleasure. My concern of whom he might explore was truly a contributing factor.
When I noticed him stealing peaks years ago, it was something I had to consider.

Michael is shy and his luck with the ladies wasn't fulfilling his needs. This evenings encounter stunned us both, our desire to continue,... agreed. I have no doubt was he's hoping for, he presses it firmly against me.
We twisted and turned in many positions, but tongues were only at play.
As for myself, I'm very content with just oral but I admit there were times I considered it too. We were side by side, kissing deep when I felt his suggestive grind. Not in position, so I wasn't concerned but the thought just tingled my bones.
Michaels needs are presenting themselves,... which includes screwing his Mother.

When I felt him grind against my thigh his ultimate wish was revealed. There are many bridges yet to cross, before his insertion is welcome. Our moments are fevered, time will tell, my grip on restrictions may weaken.
Michael is dazzled and I am as well. We agreed to continue at his Mothers pace, and I am still the conductor.

It was very important that Michael understands,... his search for mate must continue.
The choice I've made to please his needs must not interfere with his goals. Like every Mother we hope for the best, but I offered an outlet, for his youthful needs.

I rose from the floor about 4 Am, daylight was soon to arrive. Michael was sleeping his naked body, no longer resting to mine. We parted ways, I took a bath,... and we both slept till noon.

The scent of breakfast, woke him fast and a warm embrace we shared.
A series of hugs with a kiss on his cheek,... reminding him, ' I'm still your Mother. '
The sun was shining and so were we, another day had arrived.
I watched him eat his hearty breakfast as my bra,... tumbled in the dryer.
Of course he noticed as he chewed away,... for I'm taunting my Son,... almost every day. / CarrieAnn