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My friend Tina had given me two tickets to a movie premier on Friday night, and I was dying to go. The only problem I didn't have a date.

My bastard husband had to go out of town, probably with his secretary. So I asked my friend Sally, but she had told me that she couldn't go either.

As I was driving back home from my Pilates class, I thought about who to ask and then it hit me, my son.

He would go with me if I asked him. I smiled thinking about my boy something had happened over the last year that had changed my entire view on mothers and sons.

About a year ago I'd started to notice Jason as more than just my son. I'd come home from the flower shop a little early, and he was out by the pool exercising.

He was doing push-ups, and he had on a tight pair of swimming trunks that left little to the imagination.

As I watched him moving up and down, the sweat glistening on his bare back, something stirred in me.

He stood after and stretched, and I watched him in awe, not being able to take my eyes away from his muscled chest and six pack abs glistening with sweat in the hot summer sun.

His tanned body was amazing, and without even realizing it I started to rub my pussy. I watched my only son then jump into the pool and swim around.

Then he got out of the pool. It was like slow motion as he exited the pool, the water cascading off of his perfectly chiseled chest. He stopped and shook his hair.

My eyes involuntarily moved lower towards his crotch area, and I gasped at the sight of his monstrous cock bulging through his swimming trunks.

My hands kept rubbing faster and faster, rubbing my pussy through my clothes until, finally, I actually had an orgasm just standing there watching my son through the glass door of our dining room.

After it had subsided, I chastised myself severely, screaming. 'That's your own fucking son, how could you do something like that!'

I hated myself for it, but I also loved the feeling of naughtiness at having done something so dirty like masturbating to my own son.

I vowed, though, to never let it happen again

Pulling into the driveway and thinking about that incident a year ago my pussy began to get wet.

I couldn't help it just knowing he was there in the house probably have dressed and remembering what had happened was simply too much for me.

I involuntarily began to rub myself sitting in the car outside. My pussy started to leak, and I took some of that sweet nectar and brought it to my lips savoring the taste.

Lost in my own masturbation, I began to rub my tits with my other hand. If it hadn't been for the loud truck going by our driveway, I probably would have masturbated right, there in the driveway of our house. As it was the noise brought me back to reality.

Once again I yelled at myself for thinking about my son. Then I got myself together went inside and asked him if he wanted to go to the premier with me.

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"Are you sure you don't mind, Jason?" Nicole asked as her son was finishing his burger.

"Of course not, mom, it sounds like fun," I said with a smile.

Truthfully I wasn't all that happy about having to spend my Friday night with my mother at a movie I probably wouldn't enjoy, but, being a loving son, I agreed.

Besides, I actually didn't have anything else going on Friday. So I pretended to be happy, for her sake.

Mom had been going through a tough time recently, and I vowed to try to help her or make her happy whenever I could.

A couple of months ago she had lost her job at the flower shop. It wasn't her fault; the store had simply closed. Competition from big retailers and the owner being too old to try and adapt forced the store into bankruptcy.

We didn't really need the money, dad made plenty with his finance business, but mom really liked working with flowers, and it gave her something to do every day.

However, that wasn't the only thing that had happened recently. She'd gotten a cancer scare too. It turned out to be nothing, but just the mere mention of the C word is enough to put anyone on edge.

My father, for all of the money he made, wasn't around very much anymore. It seemed that business for him was better than ever, but he never seemed to have time for us.

I was ok with dad not spending time with us, but I worried for mom. At a time when she needed him the most, he wasn't around for her. So, being the dutiful son, I took it upon myself to try and make her happy when I could.

Mom loved sappy romantic comedies, but she also liked to get dressed up and go out. The tickets, being an exclusive premiere, entitled her to VIP access to a small social gathering before the movie, and everyone would be in their finest attire.

This wasn't a Hollywood premiere with a red carpet or anything even close to that, but, for her, it meant a chance to look beautiful and socialize with other people, something she hadn't done as much since the flower shop closed.

At 19 years old and a sophomore at the local community college I wasn't all that thrilled about getting dressed up and then sitting through a dull romantic comedy, but I digress.

"What will I wear, mom, I don't have a tux?" I asked seriously.

"Stand up."

I did. She looked me over and frowned. "No, you wouldn't fit into your father's tux, you're much bigger than him. What are you doing this afternoon?"

I'd been sitting at the table doing homework, only wearing a pair of shorts. We'd been experiencing an Indian summer, and, even though it was late October, the weather was quite warm.

"I was going to go the gym, but I suppose it's not that important. Why?"

"Honey, you don't need the gym." She said, staring at me with a look in her eyes I don't think I had ever seen before, it was almost a hungry look. She bit her lip seductively.

"What?" I said.

"O-oh nothing," she said quickly coming back to herself and blushing a little.

"I just mean, you really have grown into quite a young man, Jason. I'm so proud of how you've always stepped up around here when I need you, and you really are in great shape."

"Thanks, mom." I smiled. I'd been working out since I was young. I played varsity football and baseball, one of the few to do that these days.

My lack of focus on one sport, and also the realization that, even though I was a decent athlete I was never going to play in the NFL or MLB, had led me to not try to get a scholarship to any school.

"You aren't so bad yourself, mom," I replied, and now it was my turn to blush.

'This is your mother, asshole!' my inner conscience screamed at me, but I couldn't deny it she did look fantastic for her age.

Hell, she looked incredible at any age. Years of Pilates and yoga had kept mom in great shape.

Her 5'1" frame contained a set of perfect D cup breasts just above a flat toned belly and perfectly shaped waist and ass.

If she were a playboy playmate, her measurements would look something like 34-24-34. Mom had lovely long brunette hair that came to the top of her back. She kept it straight in a style more fitting for a younger woman than one who's now almost 40.

I guess I'd always known mom was kind of hot, my friends always teased me about my Milf mom, but she was always just mom to me, nothing more. Until today.

Something about the way she looked at me had me looking at her like it was the first time, and I liked what I saw. 'Dammit, Jason, stop it! She's your fucking mother!' once again my conscience smacked me.

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Things had been difficult for me over the last few months, that much is definitely true. When the doctor told me she'd discovered something that looked like it could be cancer my world came to a screeching halt.

Losing my job at the flower shop was something that I could get over, but cancer, that was something that would have changed everything.

During the few days it took to get my results back, I took a good hard look at my life and what

I found was that I needed to change some things. First of all, I had allowed my husband to cheat on me for far too long. This is something that Jason never knew.

I don't even think that Charlie, my husband, knows that I've known about his infidelity for a long time.

Another thing that needed to change was my sex life. Charlie and I hadn't had much of one since he started to fuck his secretary. 'His secretary,' I thought. 'What a fucking cliché!'

So, when the biopsy came back negative, I decided to change my life. No more would I be the loving, loyal wife who allows her husband to cheat. I would find someone to fuck and get even. I just had no idea who.

I'd been hoping that maybe I could meet someone at the movie premier but now with my son in tow the chances were small. However, perhaps that wasn't such a bad thing.

Over the last few months, I had begun to see Jason in a different light. Regularly chastising myself for these wicked thoughts about my own son I simply couldn't help it. He has always treated me like a woman, I don't even think he knows he does it.

Jason does things like holding the door for me, pulls out my chair when we go out as a family, and listens to me when I am upset. Every one of these things is more than my husband does for me.

He is smart and always finds a way to make me laugh, not to mention he is hot as hell.

At 6'2" and easily 200 pounds of muscle, Jason looked almost like an underwear model.

He has his father's blonde hair but my blue eyes, but his body is what most people would notice first.

His muscled chest and washboard abs would stand out, even if was wearing a shirt, which, at the moment, he wasn't.

Yes, my Jason had grown into quite the man. 'Get ahold of yourself, Nicole, this is your son!' I did my best, but, damn, he did look good!

Pushing these thoughts out of my mind I said, "Alright, we're going to rent you a tux, get dressed."

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So, I got dressed, and we headed down to the rental place. After explaining the situation to the clerk, she suggested that, for this occasion, we just go off the rack as there wasn't enough time to get me a fitted tux.

Mom selected a couple of different ones that looked like they fit. I don't know much about tuxedos, so whatever she picked would be okay with me.

I went into the changing room and began to undress. I put on the tux as best as I could and came out. Mom immediately laughed.

"Honey, you don't know how to put on a tux, do you?"

I smiled sheepishly, "No, I've never had to wear one, you know that."

She smiled back, "Come on, I'll show you." and she pushed me back into the changing room.

"Alright, take it off," she said.

"B-but, mom, you're in here. Go outside. I'll call you when I'm ready."

"Nonsense, I'm your mother. It's not like I haven't seen you before. Now, come on."

I did as I was told, stripping down to my briefs. I looked in the mirror and saw my mom staring at me again hungrily.

Again mom bit her lip, and I think I even caught her licking her lips, but then she shook her head and started to show me the proper way to put on a tux.

After putting it on and having me turn around a few times. She said, "Ok, next one."

"What's wrong with this one, mom?"

"Nothing, it looks great. But don't you know? Never buy the first thing you look at, always try something else."

"Okay," I said, going with her opinion. She helped me undress, and when she got my shirt off her hand lingered on my chest, and she began to rub it up and down just a little.

I don't think she even knew what she was doing, but I knew one thing... I liked it. Again my conscience yelled at me, but this time, I had a rebuttal, 'It's her that's making a move, not you.' and I couldn't argue with myself.

After what seemed like forever, but was probably only a few seconds, Mom once again shook her head and stopped, but she did look up at me and our eyes met briefly.

There was electricity in that look we gave each other. We quickly looked away.

Then mom handed me the tux and began helping me put the new one on. Finally, I was dressed, and once again she had me model it for her.

"Looks good, Jason even better than the first one. This is the one. Now let me help you out of it. You don't want to damage it before the big night."

Again she helped me out of my tux, but, this time, there was a problem, a big issue in the form of my huge cock. I couldn't help it, everything that had transpired over the last few minutes had my dick rock hard.

When we got to my pants, there was no hiding it, so I just allowed her to continue as if it wasn't there. Of course, her eyes went wide as the tuxedo pants slipped down my leg.

My cock was bulging through my underwear. She helped me out of the pants, and, as her hands moved up to the shirt, she brushed the outside of my underwear, touching my engorged cock.

Neither one of us spoke the entire time, both of us trying not to acknowledge the enormous elephant in the room. Eventually, I was back down to just my underwear, and mom carefully hung up the tux.

"Alright, I'm going to pay the clerk. I... ah... can buy you some time if you need to take care of that, honey." She said, pointing down at my cock.

I didn't say anything, just looked at her again. I realized at that moment that I would never look at mom the same way again. No matter what happened, this little experience would always be between us.

"No, that's ok, mom, I'll be dressed in a minute." She left the dressing room, and I quickly got dressed again.

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'Oh, my God! What the hell just happened?' I thought to myself as I walked back up front to pay for the tux. I couldn't believe what had just occurred in the dressing room with Jason.

I hadn't been able to help myself. The mere fact that I hadn't had sex in months and the closeness that I've always shared with Jason must have led to this, I decided.

Immediately I felt guilty for everything that just happened, but there was a part of me that didn't, not at all, and my pussy responded.

Trying to be normal, I went up to the clerk and purchased the rental tux. Soon Jason came out of the dressing room, and we went home.

The car ride home was silent, both of us in our own thoughts. As horny as I was, I chastised myself for allowing things to go as far as they did. He's my son and I'm married, there simply is no way anything could be allowed to happen, and I was determined that nothing would.

The next few days were strange at our house. We saw little of my husband, which is not that unusual. Jason and I both tried to avoid each other.

Each of us not wanting to admit the attraction that we felt because we both knew it was wrong on so many levels. The only time I slipped was on Thursday the night before the movie.

I had come home late from the gym and a few drinks with friends. I was tired and wanted nothing more than a hot bath and my bed.

Coming up the stairs I heard the shower running, I knew it was Jason as Charlie had already left for his business trip.

I had to pass the bathroom on my way to my bedroom. As I did, I noticed that the door was open. I actually tried to make myself not look, but it was like I had no control of myself. Passing the bathroom, I peered inside.

We have a glass shower that doesn't hide a whole lot.

Inside was my beautiful boy, naked and wet. As I looked, I self-conscientiously began to rub my pussy through my yoga pants. I also realized that Jason was masturbating.

He was slowly stroking his cock up and down, and his eyes were closed.

I couldn't take my eyes of his fantastic body, and his huge cock, it had to be at least 8 inches and thick too. 'God,' I thought licking my lips. 'What I wouldn't do to wrap my lips around that!'

I kept rubbing myself and repositioned my feet as I was about pull down my pants and really give her a rubbing. As I moved my feet, I hit my gym bag and knocked it into the hallway table.

"Hello!" Jason called out from the shower.

'Shit!' I thought, quickly ducking back from the door.

"Hey, baby!" I called out from the hallway. "Are you decent? I need to get past!"

"Ah... give me a minute, mom. When did you get home?" I heard the water stop and he exited the shower. He peered around the corner at me now.

"I just walked in the door," I said, now walking past him towards my room. He looked at me guiltily as the towel around his waist did little to hide his hard-on.

I couldn't help but look at his fantastic body just one last time.

"What do you want for dinner?" I asked, trying to make light of the situation.

"Whatever... How about Chinese?"

"That sounds great, honey. Would you mind ordering?"

"Not at all, mom, just let me finish up and get dressed."

I went to my room and closed the door. Leaning against the back of the door I sighed and closed my eyes. The image of Jason stroking his huge cock was embedded in my mind now, and I could think of nothing else.

Once again I had to get control over myself and keep telling myself, 'That's your son!'

I changed clothes, and we had a somewhat uncomfortable dinner together, neither of us saying much.

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After mom and I had eaten dinner, I went out for a bit to see some friends. Returning home, I noticed most of the lights in the house were out.

As I was going upstairs to turn in, I saw a dim light coming from the bathroom and heard a strange sound.

Walking past, I peeked in to see, and what I saw took my breath away. There was my mom, naked in the tub, masturbating. The room lit only by candlelight.

Mom's perfect tits heaving as she rubbed her smooth pussy. My cock involuntarily responded and began to rise.

Against every moral law, I continued to watch, and, without thinking about it, I reached down and started to rub my cock through my pants.

I watched her perfect body convulse as she brought herself to orgasm. Then something happened that truly changed everything for me. She said, "Oh, Jason!" as she came.

'Holy shit!' I thought, 'Mom's thinking about me!' It was all I could do to not just drop my pants and shoot my load all over the carpet. I couldn't believe what I'd just seen. Before I could even think about anything, she opened her eyes.

Quickly I ducked back out of the doorway and went into my room. I waited there for a while to see if my mom would knock on my door or acknowledge that she had seen me, but she never did.

I was afraid to jerk off in case she came to my room, so I fell asleep with a massive case of blue balls, both from earlier and now.

After class the next day I came home as quickly as I could.

I wanted to get ready for the big movie night with mom. Even though I hadn't really wanted to see the film when she first asked me, the last week had changed things, and I suddenly wanted to look my best tonight for mom.

I showered and shaved, then put on my tux with no problems now that I knew the correct way to wear it. Then I went down the hall to mom's room and knocked on the door.

"You almost ready, mom?"

"Almost!" came the reply then, "Come in here for a second, Jason!" I opened the door. Before me stood what had to be the sexiest woman I had ever seen.

Mom was wearing a black dress that would have stopped trains. Her nails and toes were painted red, and her hair was perfect, but that was only for starters, her legs were spectacular. She turned around and asked me to zip her up.

Cautiously I approached her and, my hand shaking a little, I zipped her up, then my hand fell on her back, and I heard her let out a little gasp. Quickly moving my hand back, I yelled at myself again.

Then she turned around. "Well, what do you think?"

I had only one answer. "Stunning mom, absolutely stunning! Dad's a lucky man!"

She blushed. "Thanks, honey." She paused. "Let's not mention dad tonight, okay. Tonight's just about you and me."

I smiled, "You got it, mom. You really do look good, though."

"You're not so bad yourself" and then it was her turn to blush.

"Let's make this kind of a date. Whadda ya think? It'll be fun, just you and me on a date."

"Okay, sure, why not," I said, wondering what was happening but not really wanting to think about it too much.

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Jason was the perfect gentleman, holding his arm out to me and leading me to the car then opening the door for me. It was nice to be treated like a lady after being neglected for so long, but I couldn't shake the feeling that this was still wrong.

We arrived at the theater and went inside. Something wasn't right, though, there were far fewer people than I expected. We went over to the section that was set up for the people holding tickets for the premiere.

We soon found out why there were so few people. The girl explained to us that the movie we were supposed to see was never delivered. So many people just chose to go home.

They were planning on showing a horror movie instead, with it being the Halloween season, but assured us we could keep the tickets for when the real movie arrived.

She apologized profusely and said that we could help ourselves to hors d'oeuvres they had put out for the meet and greet.

I turned to Jason. "Well, whaddya think? We're already here. I hate scary movies, but we got all dressed up, and I really don't want to go home."

"Mom, this is your night, whatever you want to do."

'My boy, ever the gentleman.'I smiled. First of all tonight it's Nicole okay? Second, let's try and make the best of it."

We mingled with the few people that had decided to stay. I was so proud of Jason as he talked about school and his plans for the future. He really did look like a man tonight, not my baby boy.

Eventually, we were led into the theater, and only 12 people had decided to stay, so there were plenty of seats available. We chose the back row in case I really hated the movie.

I figured we could make an exit without disturbing anyone.

We sat down and waited for the film to start. The previews came on. We both laughed at one of them about a dog playing volleyball.

Soon the movie started. It only took about 5 minutes before the first big scare, and I grabbed Jason's hand without thinking about it.

He reassured me, and I smiled. Then I realized that the seats were the kind that the arm rests moved up and down. I had an idea. I lifted up mine and put Jason's arm around me.

"Is this ok, honey?" I asked, looking at him.

"It's okay, Nicole." I smiled as he used my real name but for some reason now I wanted him to call me mom. We resumed watching the movie. It wasn't long before his hand started to move up and down my arm. God, it felt good to have a man do that to me.

It had been so long since I was treated like this. I know I should have stopped it right then, but against all sound wisdom, I allowed things to continue.

He kept gently caressing my arm, sending goosebumps up my arm. I looked down and noticed that either he a bunch up or his cock was getting hard. Against all laws of nature, I made the first move.

I moved my other hand over to his leg. Just gently resting it there, not doing anything. Then his hand started to explore moving towards my breast. He hesitated then when I didn't stop him his fingers began moving under my dress towards my hard nipples.

Then the next scare happened, and we both looked at each other. The electricity we'd felt the other day in the changing room was there again, only magnified.

I don't think either one of us could stop what happened next, as we leaned in and kissed each other. At first, it was light, but as our hormones took over, the kiss turned into something more, something a****l.

We both explored each other's mouth with our tongues. Jason's a good kisser.

We made out for a few minutes like teenagers at a drive-in, both of us moving our hands over each other's bodies. Finally, we broke our kiss and once again looked at each other.

"Wow!" he said.

"Wow indeed!" I repeated, smiling. I know that what we just did was wrong, but, damn it, felt so right.

"N Nicole." He started to say, but I put a finger to his lips and shushed him.

"This is a date, remember, just go with it and let's dispense with the Jason and Nicole stuff now it's mom." And I promptly kissed him again, a kiss no mother should ever give her son, but it felt so good and so right.

"I want you," I said.

"Whatta ya mean, you want me?" Jason asked, probably knowing the answer, but wanting clarification, given the fact that I am his mother.

I grabbed his crotch. "I mean, I want to fuck you! I want to feel my son's massive cock in the same pussy he came out of" and kissed him again while my hand began to rub and stroke him through his pants.

He didn't need an invitation, as his hands began to grope my tits through my dress. We kissed and fondled each other for a few more minutes. Once again I whispered in his ear.

"I want to fuck you. Now!"

He looked puzzled, then looked around. "Here?"

"I can't wait any longer, baby, this has been building for far too long! Besides, there's nobody around us."

The theater was, indeed, mostly empty. The 12 people, including us, who had decided to stay, were mostly towards the front of the place, and everyone seemed to be highly engrossed in the movie.

I gave Jason no opportunity to think about things as I reached over and began to undo his pants. I got down onto my knees and faced him.

"Stand up, baby!" I instructed. He did, and I maneuvered his pants down to his ankles exposing his massive cock to me. He sat back down. I licked my lips and immediately dove into his lap.

"Jesus mom you are fucking crazy," Jason said with a smile.

"Oh, baby you have no idea. Wait till you see what I do next." With that, I dove into his lap and began to give him the best blowjob of his life.

In all of my almost 40 years, one thing I had learned to do well was suck cock, and now my son was going to be the beneficiary of all my years of experience.

Starting with the huge mushroom tip, I licked and swallowed the little treat of pre-cum oozing out of his cock. I licked up and down the veiny shaft, loving the feeling of his warm cock on my tongue.

He truly had a magnificent cock.

I worked my way down to his huge balls, taking each into my mouth and sucking, making a popping sound as I released each ball.

The movie was too loud for anybody to notice, or, at least, that's what I hoped. The truth is I really didn't care. I was beyond horny by this point.

The fact that I was doing this to my own son, and in a public place with people nearby, had my pussy literally dripping.

Months of no sex and the immoral reality of what I was doing had reduced my inhibitions to zero. I was going to fuck my son and fuck him good, no matter the consequences.

I felt like a porn star as I continued to lick and suck his massive cock. Finally, I moved my mouth to the top, licking and swallowing his pre-cum.

Then I perched my head above his cock, opened my mouth, and impaled myself on his huge dick. The incredible feeling of his cock sliding over my tongue, hitting the back of my throat, was tremendous.

It had been a long time since I had deep throated anybody, and never with a cock the size of Jason's.

I gagged myself for at least a minute on his dick before I finally came up for air, gasping and spitting as I did. This did cause at least one person to turn around and look in our direction.

The seat provided cover for us, but they could still see Jason sitting there. Thinking quickly, he grabbed his Coke and pretended to choke on it.

Satisfied that it was just somebody who had his pop go down the wrong pipe, the man turned back to the movie.

I never once stopped sucking his cock. It was unbelievable that Jason kept a straight face for the man as I played with his balls again, massaging them with my hands as I continued my assault on his beautiful dick.

I worked my way back up his hot veiny shaft covering his cock in saliva as I worked. I licked all around the tip, slurping and sucking his massive mushroom head.

Again I opened my mouth and gagged myself on his dick, feeling his cock slide over my tongue and once again onto the back of my throat. I still had one more trick up my sleeve, and it was time to make my son feel something I guarantee he had never felt before.

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'Jesus, mom's a fucking freak!' I thought, as she deep throated me. I'd been with my share of girls but never had I had a blowjob like this one. She was a cocksucking master.

I couldn't believe it when she took my entire cock into her throat and then she left it there for what felt like an eternity. Nothing I had ever felt in my life could compare to this.

I realized if she did it again I didn't think I could keep from cumming, especially after the last week. I had almost cum at the store, and then again yesterday when she caught me in the shower.

I had always shot massive loads, in fact, I had an ex-girlfriend who liked to watch a little porn, and she had nicknamed me Peter, after the cumshot master himself, Peter North. However, after this past week, the buildup of cum in my balls had to be massive.

After I was convinced that the man who had turned around and looked at me had returned to the movie, I relaxed again and focused on what mom was doing to me.

It took everything I had not to moan with pleasure at her worship of my cock. Then, just when I thought it couldn't get any better, she did something that had me on the verge of cumming in seconds.

Once again she perched her head above my cock and drove it into the back of her throat, the amazing feeling of my cock deep in her throat was reason enough to cum, but then she began to almost a purr.

She made some kind of noise that caused her throat to vibrate in such a way that felt unbelievable. I couldn't help it, I let out a gasp. I said, "M-mom!"

She understood and quickly released my cock. Then she said, "I want it all over my face, baby give mommy your cum."

Wanting to please my mother, I stood up aiming my cock directly at her face and stroked just a few times, then it came like a fucking explosion. I squeezed the tip, forcing my cum to shoot with even more power than normal.

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I'd been waiting for this for a long time, I realized. I had always loved getting a facial from a guy. There's nothing like watching the cum spew forth from the tip of an engorged penis.

This was my son, and I wanted this to be better than all of the other facials I'd ever gotten, he didn't disappoint me.

I watched as his enormous cock began to pulse, the huge mushroom tip of his dick only inches from my waiting mouth and face. Nothing could have prepared me for the force of his first blast of cum.

It struck me just above my left eye, and the ricochet went directly into my hair.

The next shot hit me directly in the right eye, causing me to close it. His third shot hit me right on the left cheek, splashing cum all over my ear and hair.

He hadn't even begun, though. The next shot was aimed at my forehead again, but it missed me and landed on the seat behind me. Incredibly he kept pumping more and more shots of cum at me. One went right into my mouth, and I greedily swallowed that one.

The one after that hit my neck and dripped down onto my dress. 'Oh well, that dress is ruined.' I thought devilishly. Then he aimed upwards again, and most of the thick rope landed right in my hair, with a little on my forehead.

Jason was doing his best not to groan as he shot rope after rope onto my waiting face, but he still let out a few loud gasps of pleasure.

Thankfully for us, the movie had gotten loud, as on the screen the killer was now chasing the young bombshell around with a meat clever.

His cum finally started to diminish as he kept pumping his cock.

There was still plenty striking my face, but just not as much as a couple of seconds ago. Ultimately he finally stopped cumming, and, when it was all done, I was literally covered in cum. I felt so sexy and dirty kneeling there with cum literally dripping down my face.

I had a wicked idea. "Grab your phone, honey!" I instructed. I wanted to remember this moment for the rest of my life. He needed no further instructions as he snapped photos of me smiling and licking my lips with his cum soaking my face and hair.

When he was done, I asked to see the pictures. What I saw took my breath away. My face and hair were covered in cum. I could still barely open my right eye, and it was starting to sting a little, but I didn't care, this was incredible.

Both my eyes had cum either in them or right around them. My mascara had run down my cheeks from the deepthroat, and the cum and my eyes had made them red.

My cheeks had drops of cum on them, and my nose had one drop just sort of frozen in a half drop. My hair, though, had large white beads of sticky cum all over it. There was even one drop of cum dripping from my ear and the small earing I had in it.

The dress I was wearing would forever be stained, as his cumming had diminished the drops hadn't quite made it to my face and landed on the front of my dress.

Also, the huge shot that hit my neck, most of that had landed on my dress, and some had even leaked down onto my bare breasts underneath. I could also see in the picture the cum that had landed on the seat was now dripping down towards the floor.

This was absolutely fantastic to see myself covered in his cum, I felt so sexy and naughty. My inhibitions were completely gone, because instead of trying to clean myself up I stood up and unzipped my dress, stepped out of my pumps and removed my dress.

'Fuck it!' I thought. I'd worry about my dress later. I now stood in front of my son completely naked with my face and neck still dripping cum.

I climbed into my seat and put my bare feet up on the chair in front of us and started to play with my pussy. My face still plastered with my son's cum. I said.

"Honey, I know you're only 19, but have you ever eaten pussy before?" I asked, as my fingers began to rub the outside of my now very wet pussy.

It took him a second, as he was still recovering from his own massive orgasm, but instead of responding to me he kicked off his own shoes and socks, removed his pants from around his ankles, and got down on his own knees and started to lick my pussy.

He started by licking all around my lips, taking his time lapping up the juices flowing from my bare cunt. I had kept my pussy shaved since I was his age, loving the image of my naked pussy on display to the men who got to fuck me.

Jason continued to slowly lick around my pussy until his tongue eventually found its way inside my cunt. He used his fingers as well, working them in and out in a teasing manner.

"Oh god, baby, that's so good!" I said.

Smiling, he began to work both his tongue and fingers faster, using a technique that I wouldn't have thought possible for a boy his age.

The pure i****tuous nature of what we were doing and his apparently expert ability to eat pussy had me wanting to scream. I looked around and grabbed his pants lying on the seat next to me and removed his underwear. I stuffed them in my mouth to stifle my cries of pleasure.

The aroma of his pre-cum on the inside of them smelled wonderful. I was still making muffled sounds as my orgasm built. Remembering that I squirt, I said. "Jason, honey, you better take off your shirt or that tux will be ruined!"

He stopped his massaging of my pussy and unbuttoned his shirt, then he removed his t-shirt, and now he too was completely naked.

I kept rubbing my pussy as he stripped, and the sight of his magnificent muscled chest had me moving my fingers faster and faster. He then resumed his work on my cunt with new intensity.

Working his fingers in and out, his tongue curling and touching that special spot every woman has. Soon I felt my orgasm coming.

"Get ready, baby!" I cried, spitting out the underwear and rubbing my tits. The force of my orgasm struck him almost as hard as his cum had hit my face.

He stopped opening his mouth and drinking the nectar from my pussy as it hit his face dead on. My cum splattered all over his face and neck, dripping down his smooth chest onto his hardening cock.

The sheer force of the squirt was so powerful some of it went over his head and landed on the seat in front of us. Nobody was sitting there, of course.

I had a sudden wicked thought that whoever would be cleaning the theater tonight would be in for one hell of a surprise, cum from both of us was now dripping from the middle seats of both the back two rows.

My orgasm continued for another minute or so. I closed my eyes and allowed the waves of pleasure to overtake my body. My breathing was heavy now, and I probably had cried out in pleasure.

Once again the movie saved us from being discovered, as the soundtrack had risen again with the on-screen killer's presence. I didn't care at this point, this was the single greatest sexual experience I'd ever had, and it wasn't over yet.

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"Mom, you're so fucking sexy!" I said and moved in to kiss her. I didn't care that her face was still covered in my cum as I gave her another hard and long kiss, our mouths once again interlocking with each other as if they were made to fit.

I kissed her long and hard as her orgasm subsided, one hand on her fantastic D cup tits and the other stroking my cock. I whispered to her.

"You are the sexiest woman I have ever met, mom, and I need to fuck you... Now!"

She smiled and licked my lip with her tongue.

"Bring it, baby."

"Get up on the seat, on all fours, mom." She did so her sexy ass and legs and feet now on full display for me.

"That's perfect!" I said, stroking my cock while lifting up another armrest so I too could maneuver myself up onto the seat.

I placed one bare foot on the cold theater floor with my left knee up on the seat. Then I slowly entered her dripping pussy.

She moaned. "Oh fuck, Oh Jesus!" as my huge cock slowly penetrated her. I couldn't believe it, she was tighter than some of the girls my age I'd fucked.

I would soon find out that she had another trick up her sleeve that would make it feel even tighter.

I saw her grab my underwear again and stuff them into her mouth to try and keep from moaning even louder. I kept pushing my cock in further and further until with one final massive thrust I found the bottom.

I heard her cry out a muffled scream as my cock found the back of her pussy. Even with her mouth full, it was loud. I looked around, and, miraculously, nobody seemed to notice, apparently engrossed in the movie.

I smiled a little realizing that if anybody had turned around, they would see a very naked man pounding a very naked woman on top of the theater seats.

I began to slowly move in and out, never fully coming out of her pussy, just bringing the tip to the edge then plunging back in as hard and fast as I could.

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Shit, I had never in my life felt so full. His massive cock split my pussy like nothing I had ever felt before. I realized that my own son was now the biggest cock that I had ever taken.

At first, it hurt just a little, but my experienced pussy knew how to take a cock, and soon as he found his rhythm I began to really enjoy the pounding he was giving me.

He kept increasing his speed and force while I pushed back on him, this was incredibly intense as we both forced his huge cock in and out of my wanting pussy.

Soon we were making unmistakable smacking sounds as our naked bodies collided with each other. Our luck had run out, though, as a man who was about 4 rows in front and on the left of us turned around and saw us.

He looked me dead in the eyes, then looked back at the movie. Then he turned and looked at us again. I winked at him and licked my lips seductively.

He quickly turned back to the film but kept looking back at us. I think that he eventually started to jerk off. We had turned the theater into a porn theater, I thought wickedly.

The incredible feeling of Jason's dried cum all over my body and his huge cock penetrating was so much that I wouldn't have cared if the police had come in and shined a light on us.

We were both going to cum again, even if it was the last thing we did.

Jason kept fucking me doggy style for another 15 minutes or so before I pulled my trick on him. Years of kegel exercises had made my pussy like a steel trap.

As he slowed a bit, I squeezed and locked his massive cock in my pussy.

"Oh fuck, mom!" he cried out loudly without even thinking. I smiled, I knew the effect that had on men, and my boy was no different.

He kept trying to push his cock in, but my tight pussy muscles pushed back against him creating a feeling of such intense pleasure for both of us.

I relaxed my muscles and allowed him to fuck me harder. He kept plowing into my pussy even harder and the smacking sounds got even louder.

I lost all abandon now and started to cry out.

"That's it, baby, fuck mommy good!" Not caring about who could hear me or the repercussions if they did.

My moans of pleasure grew until I was screaming with pleasure while his huge cock continued to fill my pussy.

"Fuck, that's so good, Jason! Slap mommy's ass!" And he did, hard. The smacking sound was loud enough to alert almost everyone in the theater now, but I didn't care, I loved it.

This was the single dirtiest thing I had ever done, and I didn't want this feeling to ever stop.

He smacked me again, then pulled my cum soaked hair back and brought my lips to his.

We kissed while he slammed my cunt even harder. Then he whispered into my ear.

"You are the sexiest bitch on the planet, mom, I fucking love you."

I smiled and reached back and pinched his nipple. "You better give me a gallon of cum up my pussy, you sexy stud!"

Then I cried out."I'M FUCKING MY SON" loudly.

Loving the nasty forbidden ramifications of what I had just done. I think I even heard someone say "Oh my God."

He kept plowing into me for another minute or two, my orgasm was coming, I could feel it if he could hold out just a little longer.

"Oh god, mom, I can feel it coming!"

"Try to hold out, baby. I'm almost there!" he kept fucking me as I kept squeezing and, after another couple of minutes, I said.

"Come on, baby, give it to me! Give mommy your hot cum! We'll both cum together!"

Neither of us cared at that moment that most of the patrons had now begun to turn around. All we cared about was each other and the incredible pleasure that awaited us.

I looked over and noticed another man and woman looking at me.

"Come on son give me that hard cock, fuck me harder like a good boy." I licked my lips at them as the force of Jasons fucking caused me to move back and forward.

Finally, we were both ready.

We both cried out loudly as our mutual climaxes happened only seconds apart.

"Oh fuck, mom, I'm cumming!" Jason cried out, as I felt spurt after spurt of hot sticky i****tuous cum coat my pussy.

Seconds later it was my turn to cum, as he was still blasting my inner pussy with sperm.

"Oh, fuck, baby, I-I'm cumming!" I screamed, as the most intense orgasm of my life hit me.

Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me as I climaxed and squirted, all the while Jason was sending blasts of cum into my pussy. The feeling was beyond incredible.

Our mutual orgasms were simply too much for my pussy to hold and the mixture began to leak out my pussy down onto the seat below. Jason kept slowly fucking me as our orgasms finally slowed and then stopped.

"Oh my god!" I said breathlessly, as he bent down and kissed me, brushing my sweaty cum filled hair away from my face.

We kissed like that for a while, his naked ass bent over my naked body, kissing and tonguing me furiously.

We weren't done by a long shot. However, people had begun to notice now. I saw one woman grab her husband and walk past us with a dirty look.

I sat my naked ass back on the seat and tried to catch my breath, wanting this feeling of complete lecherousness to never end.

I was covered in my son's cum from head to toe, I was completely naked, my face looked like I'd been crying, it was all red and puffy, and I had i****tuous cum leaking from my pussy.

The feeling of complete randiness was incredible, but logic set in and I said, "Baby, we gotta go." realizing that if she told someone or called the cops, we could be in a lot of trouble. As far as I know, i****t is still i*****l in every state. Not to mention lewd acts in public.

I looked around the theater for a second just as the credits started to roll on the screen and people began getting up from their seats. The ones that hadn't seen or heard us would soon be in for a surprise in the back row.

I noticed an exit sign along the left side of the theater down towards the front. I could only hope that it led to the parking lot. Quickly I grabbed my ruined dress and shoes. Motioned Jason to do the same, and we began getting up from our seat, still very naked.

I didn't want to wait to see if the police had been called so I figured getting out of there was our first priority, I would worry about getting dressed in the car if we made it that far.

We ran barefoot down the ramp of the theater, and I couldn't help but blow a kiss to the man who had initially caught us fucking. His cock was out, and I could see cum on his shirt as we ran past.

I smiled and kept moving. We made it to the exit. I paused for a second, hoping our luck hadn't run out and pushed on the bar.

It opened without any alarms going off. 'Thanks for small favors.' I thought as we ran down a small hallway to another exit door. Our luck had run out again.

This time, when I pushed the bar on the door, a huge blaring sound poured out of a lock on the door. The door did open, though, and we ran out into the cold night air.

I quickly looked around, looking for the car. I couldn't see it anywhere. It was Jason who saved the day, though.

He said. "Wait, mom, we're on the other side of the lot. Our car is around front." he grabbed my hand and pulled me to the right.

We ran barefoot and buck naked all around to the front of the building, never stopping until we got to the car.

We must have beaten the other people out of the building, because just as he was clicking the door opener, I saw people starting to exit the doors.

We jumped in and turned the car on, blasting the heater. I was still cold and naked and wet, but a part of me was scorching as well.

I opened the sun visor and looked at myself in the mirror. I smiled as I said to myself. "You fucking slut, you just fucked your own son." I also realized at that moment that we weren't done, not by a long shot.

The night was still young and I was still very horny. We also had a lot of years of catching up to do. Yes, the next few weeks and months were going to be something special indeed.

I smiled and then began to put on my dress as Jason tried to put at least part of his clothes back on.

to be continued.....