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I can remember the two nurses talking about the size of his cock the day he was born, and one saying, 'You are one lucky Lady'.
For some unfathomable reason, I felt like a complete woman, my son's 'Dick' size, made me feel proud, as if I was adding something of value into the Gene-pool for women, and those two nurses comments made me gloat.
I was a single mum, so I could lash time and love on him, at the expense of my own sexual development. Years had passed without me realizing it, even when men tried very hard to bed me, the need for sex appeared to have deserted me, but my son's cock, never did.
When I bathed him I got into the habit of kissing his cock when drying his body. At first it was a mothers way of a tender loving kiss, but as he got older, I found my kisses lingered for longer, until one day I took him into my mouth and closed my lips, applying pressure with my tongue.
I knew deep down it was wrong, his size was such that I could take every bit of him, including his scrotum and spend a few minutes gently tracing his small anomalies with the tip of my tongue, as if tracing his fingertips with my tongue, with my eyes closed tight, forming a memory map as only a mother could.
One day the inevitable happened, he got an erection. I could feel him grow in my mouth, and it thrilled me, he was responding and giving me feedback, and I responded in the only way I knew, I gave him a 'Blowjob'.
Shortly afterwards I went cold turkey on him, and everything stopped. I know my mothering skills had gone awry and I was terrified he would talk about it, but years passed and nothing was said, and we remained very close.
Then as I approached my forties, my body awoke sexually, I was alive again with an unquenchable lusting for sex, fifteen years of denial, and now I awoke each morning thinking about cocks and wanting to fuck.
I went online and ordered sex toys, joined a DVD store and rented Porn movies, and started wearing revealing clothing and sexy underwear.
My body was smoking, I had great legs, could still wear the same size dress I wore in my teens, and even my son was remarking his friends were taking about me.
I remained modest in public, my persona remained refined and feminine, but my darker urges bubbled underneath, always threatening to burst forth, and sleep at night was always only after a sex toy session.
My son who was now in his teens and sexually aware became the focus of my sexual fantasies, mostly due to the fact I would lie and listen to him masturbate, then touch and smell his sheets where his semen was encrusted in places.
I moved around the apartment in my undies, something, though unspoken, excited both of us, even letting him use the bathroom as I bathed or showered, soon being nude around him became normal, but inside I knew it was what I wanted, he sexually aroused me, and in return I was trying to arouse him, so I constantly told him he was an adult and he had to get used to seeing me as a woman as well as being his mother.
Sex was something I knew would happen, I knew he was sexually attracted to me as in a Oedipus complex, we were approaching the Genital stage where intercourse was an inevitability, a matter of when than if, and our denial was just building up, and it was this I was craving for, but I wanted it to be his move, to finally posses me and end my baron years.
I awoke in a sweat as the morning sun streamed through my open d****s. I could hear the milk float and the bottle rattle as the milkman made his deliveries.
I got up from bed and noted the damp stain in my sheet from my vaginal secretions, I had been wetting through the night, as my feverish brain, fantasized and fucked the night away in my head, and now as I stood naked in front of my bedroom window, watching the milkman approach closer to my home, I dared myself to let him see me.
Instead I walked out of my room and down past my sons room, where I halted, turned back and went inside.
I could see the dark shape lying beneath the duvet and drew it back to reveal his nude form. He murmured as he turned, 'Mum', was all he said quietly, as I switched on his small bed lamp, just enough to cast a warm glow over my nakedness, as I bent low and whispered, 'I am going for a shower', where I paused, his rigidity told me he was wide awake, 'come join me', I finally continued, even he understood something was different that morning, as my hand glided down his body and my fingers wrapped around his erection, 'Come', I whispered again, and I gently pulled on him to follow me.
We walked quietly down the hallway I leading him by his cock as we went into the bathroom and stopped in front of the mirror.
'Here', I said, like a maiden in front of the sacrificial alter, I released his cock and turned away from him, feeling his erection touch my skin as I turned to face the mirror and bent over the basin, offering my buttocks to his penis as it glazed over the cheek and settled in between them, pointing into my swollen labia.
I peered through my fallen long hair into the mirror and watched the contorted looks on my sons tortured facial expressions, as he ploughed into me, our fucking was noisy and passionate, my fingers digging deeply into his hips as he thrust in and out of me, each withdrawal met with and equally violent tug back inside, as my bum danced a merry circle on his crotch, as I felt his cock send my vaginal canal to the four cardinal corners of the compass.
I gasped as it approached, fifteen years of building and now at it's apex I cried through gritted teeth, 'This is how you fuck a woman', each of the seven words acting like a countdown, with 'Woman', hitting the high note, as my body shook and vibrated, an orgasm worthy of a son to know how to please his mother, as I convulsed and gasped, bucked and banged back into him, and for a moment, he felt like he did the day he kicked out of me, only this time, it was his cock touching my inner organs.
Truly, 'Welcome home Son'.
For some unfathomable reason, I felt like a complete woman, my son's 'Dick' size, made me feel proud, as if I was adding something of value into the Gene-pool for women, and those two nurses comments made me gloat.
I was a single mum, so I could lash time and love on him, at the expense of my own sexual development. Years had passed without me realizing it, even when men tried very hard to bed me, the need for sex appeared to have deserted me, but my son's cock, never did.
When I bathed him I got into the habit of kissing his cock when drying his body. At first it was a mothers way of a tender loving kiss, but as he got older, I found my kisses lingered for longer, until one day I took him into my mouth and closed my lips, applying pressure with my tongue.
I knew deep down it was wrong, his size was such that I could take every bit of him, including his scrotum and spend a few minutes gently tracing his small anomalies with the tip of my tongue, as if tracing his fingertips with my tongue, with my eyes closed tight, forming a memory map as only a mother could.
One day the inevitable happened, he got an erection. I could feel him grow in my mouth, and it thrilled me, he was responding and giving me feedback, and I responded in the only way I knew, I gave him a 'Blowjob'.
Shortly afterwards I went cold turkey on him, and everything stopped. I know my mothering skills had gone awry and I was terrified he would talk about it, but years passed and nothing was said, and we remained very close.
Then as I approached my forties, my body awoke sexually, I was alive again with an unquenchable lusting for sex, fifteen years of denial, and now I awoke each morning thinking about cocks and wanting to fuck.
I went online and ordered sex toys, joined a DVD store and rented Porn movies, and started wearing revealing clothing and sexy underwear.
My body was smoking, I had great legs, could still wear the same size dress I wore in my teens, and even my son was remarking his friends were taking about me.
I remained modest in public, my persona remained refined and feminine, but my darker urges bubbled underneath, always threatening to burst forth, and sleep at night was always only after a sex toy session.
My son who was now in his teens and sexually aware became the focus of my sexual fantasies, mostly due to the fact I would lie and listen to him masturbate, then touch and smell his sheets where his semen was encrusted in places.
I moved around the apartment in my undies, something, though unspoken, excited both of us, even letting him use the bathroom as I bathed or showered, soon being nude around him became normal, but inside I knew it was what I wanted, he sexually aroused me, and in return I was trying to arouse him, so I constantly told him he was an adult and he had to get used to seeing me as a woman as well as being his mother.
Sex was something I knew would happen, I knew he was sexually attracted to me as in a Oedipus complex, we were approaching the Genital stage where intercourse was an inevitability, a matter of when than if, and our denial was just building up, and it was this I was craving for, but I wanted it to be his move, to finally posses me and end my baron years.
I awoke in a sweat as the morning sun streamed through my open d****s. I could hear the milk float and the bottle rattle as the milkman made his deliveries.
I got up from bed and noted the damp stain in my sheet from my vaginal secretions, I had been wetting through the night, as my feverish brain, fantasized and fucked the night away in my head, and now as I stood naked in front of my bedroom window, watching the milkman approach closer to my home, I dared myself to let him see me.
Instead I walked out of my room and down past my sons room, where I halted, turned back and went inside.
I could see the dark shape lying beneath the duvet and drew it back to reveal his nude form. He murmured as he turned, 'Mum', was all he said quietly, as I switched on his small bed lamp, just enough to cast a warm glow over my nakedness, as I bent low and whispered, 'I am going for a shower', where I paused, his rigidity told me he was wide awake, 'come join me', I finally continued, even he understood something was different that morning, as my hand glided down his body and my fingers wrapped around his erection, 'Come', I whispered again, and I gently pulled on him to follow me.
We walked quietly down the hallway I leading him by his cock as we went into the bathroom and stopped in front of the mirror.
'Here', I said, like a maiden in front of the sacrificial alter, I released his cock and turned away from him, feeling his erection touch my skin as I turned to face the mirror and bent over the basin, offering my buttocks to his penis as it glazed over the cheek and settled in between them, pointing into my swollen labia.
I peered through my fallen long hair into the mirror and watched the contorted looks on my sons tortured facial expressions, as he ploughed into me, our fucking was noisy and passionate, my fingers digging deeply into his hips as he thrust in and out of me, each withdrawal met with and equally violent tug back inside, as my bum danced a merry circle on his crotch, as I felt his cock send my vaginal canal to the four cardinal corners of the compass.
I gasped as it approached, fifteen years of building and now at it's apex I cried through gritted teeth, 'This is how you fuck a woman', each of the seven words acting like a countdown, with 'Woman', hitting the high note, as my body shook and vibrated, an orgasm worthy of a son to know how to please his mother, as I convulsed and gasped, bucked and banged back into him, and for a moment, he felt like he did the day he kicked out of me, only this time, it was his cock touching my inner organs.
Truly, 'Welcome home Son'.
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