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These events took place in November 2011, a
little over a year ago…..My mind wanders
frequently; often in ways I do not intend, or
want. I do not know if I am unique or not, but
on occasion, I find myself thinking about things
that society deems highly inappropriate. When I
allow myself to explore inappropriate fantasies, I
used do so with the strong belief that these
were only fantasies; I would never actually act
upon them. Further, I was comforted by the
belief that in the real world in which I live, I
knew I would not be tempted to act out any of
these perverse desires that haunt my
subconscious because I believed I would never
actually be placed in a situation that would allow
me to act inappropriately. As you will see
momentarily, I was wrong.Fate is unpredictable
and, on occasion, cruel. So as you read my
story, I ask you to try to refrain from judging
me too harshly. It was an unexpected and
unplanned set of events that lead to my most
heinous sin, and my demise. It was a moment of
an avalanche of emotions associated with my
father’s unexpected illness and death, the unwise
decision I made to drink with my son to alleviate
my sense of loss, and being thrust into the
unusual situation where I was forced to share a
hotel room with my son, that combined to drive
me to cross a line that I never intended to
cross.I never expected or intended to do the
things that I did. Before judging me, you should
realize that perhaps you too could make grievous
mistakes if placed in the ‘wrong situation’, with
the proper emotional state of mind. I am not
proud of what I did; but this is my story
nonetheless.Chapter one - the intimacy starts*I
was sitting at my desk when I received the call
from my step-mother; my father had a stroke,
was in very serious condition and was not
expected to live long. Lorraine told me, that if I
wanted to see him alive again, I should make
haste and get to Santa Fe, New Mexico.I was
numb. Although, it had been over a year since I
had seen Dad, I spoke with him at least once a
week, often more frequently. He and I were
close.Of course, objectively speaking, I knew
that he was eventually going to die; we all do;
but he had been healthy and vibrant the last time
I saw him. I did not expect a call like this for
many, many years. I was in too great of a shock
to really know how to respond.I arranged to pick
up Gary, my only son, at his high school and
then headed home to pack for the trip. Gary was
a few weeks shy of his 17 th birthday, and was in
his junior year in high school. Gary and I had
been very close since his father and I divorced
nearly a decade earlier. We had a bond and an
emotional closeness that is difficult to express in
words.We packed quickly and left our home
shortly after lunch for a multi-day journey to see
my father before it was too late.It was after
1:00 p.m. when Gary and I headed out of
Chicago in my Honda Civic on I-55 on our trek.
Dad and Lorraine (my step mother) had retired
to Santa Fe years ago and it was quite a trip
from Chicago to see them. It would take us
three full days of driving. Gary and I would share
the driving.As we drove, we talked about dad,
our family, Gary’s and my closeness. I cried
some and laughed some. In my emotionally
needy state, I felt even closer to Gary than usual.
At the time, it did not feel wrong to lean on
Gary the way I did. In fact, our closeness
seemed natural and appropriate.It was almost 9
p.m. when we pulled off the road for the night
outside St. Louis, looking for a place to spend
the night. Since the trip was completely
unplanned, we did not have reservations. We
went to three different motels before finding
one with vacancies; a Holiday Inn Express which
did not have any rooms with two queen beds,
only rooms with single king beds. I really could
not afford separate rooms.As I was traveling
with my teenage son, this presented an awkward
situation; however, we were both exhausted and
were far too tired to get back on the road and
continue to look for a more suitable sleeping
arrangement. Gary & I agreed we could share a
king size bed tonight under these circumstances.
I bought a bottle of cheap merlot wine from the
convenience store in the lobby, thinking that I
could use a little help getting to sleep to
night.We went to the room. I took a shower,
dried my hair and came to bed wearing a t-shirt
and my panties. I was not overly matronly, but
neither was I wearing anything revealing or
overly provocative. I exited the bathroom to find
Gary lying on top of the bed in his boxers
without a shirt; he watching TV. I was
immediately impressed with the nice physique my
son had now. He had nice muscle tone; his chest
and arms were developing nicely. I also noticed
his ‘package’ in front of his boxers bulged
slightly, indicating that he was developing nicely
there too. I must admit, I took some degree of
pride in the fine looking young man my son had
become.Gary ’s father was a big man, about 6 ft
4 inches tall and 225 pounds. One the other
hand, I was a small petite woman, 5 ft 4 inches
(if I stretched), and about 115 pounds. Gary
favored his father, he was slender, but had
grown to 6 ft 3 inches and was approaching 200
pounds. He had broad shoulders, muscular arms,
and a nicely developed chest. No question about
it, Gary was going to be very popular with the
girls once he got over his shyness. In a
somewhat perverse way, I envied the young
women that I knew Gary would sexually ravage
and pleasure some day soon.I opened the bottle
of wine and poured myself a sizeable glass of
the burgundy colored nectar that I hoped would
relax me enough to get some sleep. I climbed on
the bed next to Gary and sipped my wine.“Mom,
can I taste that?” Gary asked.I handed him the
glass and watched with interest. He sipped the
merlot, and nodded appreciatively. I then asked,
“would you like a glass?” He nodded. I saw no
harm, so I poured him a glass and refilled my
own glass.We spent the next hour or so, talking
and together we consumed the bottle of wine.
Gary got a little gabby and frisky with the two
glasses of wine he had. I could feel myself
becoming slightly light headed from my third
glass; usually my limit is two.It was after 10:30
p.m., when I declared it was time for ‘lights
out’; we needed our sleep. We climbed under the
covers, each staying on our own side of the bed
in the eerie silence of the darkness. Then the
enormity of my father’s stroke, and his
impending death hit me, and I began to cry.
Although I tried to be silent in my tears, Gary
sensed that I was weeping.“Mom, are you OK?”
he asked with genuine concern.“Oh, I will be. I
am just upset about your grandfather.” I said,
my voice cracking as I spoke. I turned on my
side, my back to my son, and continue to
cry.Gary rolled over next to me, and placed his
arm around me, comforting me. I welcomed the
contact as he slid behind me, spooning me. I
was not dating anyone at the time and it had
been many months since I had enjoyed the
comfort and intimacy of a man’s touch. I missed
it, a lot.My thoughts were completely innocent
up to this point. Gary’s strong arm d****d
around my shoulders, and gently massaged my
upper arm and I snuggled back into my son’s
chest and abdomen.Gary ’s strong, but gentle
contact seemed to trigger an emotional release
within me. I started crying harder, weeping, as
much chest heaved slightly in uncontrollable
sobs.Gary held me tighter, trying to calm me. I
needed his comfort and contact at that moment.
We cuddled and I accepted this innocent and
emotional comfort and physical contact for
several minutes; enjoying the closeness that my
son and I shared.Suddenly, I felt his penis throb
to life against my backside. The first pulse was
so slight, I was not sure what it was. But
seconds later, another, firmer pulse pressed
against me, and I was certain; Gary’s penis was
growing erect as he held me.I froze. I did not
want to embarrass or scold him. After all, 17
year old boys are infamous for getting
unwanted, almost perpetual erections at the
most inopportune times. I did not know what to
do. I did not want to encourage his growing
excitement, but above all, I did not want the
contact to stop. So I pretended not to notice
the throbbing penis pressing against my ass.I
laid there motionless and silent as I experienced
my son’s erection growing firmer, and larger
against me. Neither Gary nor I spoke for several
minutes as he held me, but I was aware that he
was growing fully erect as he cuddled with his
mother. But his erection was now unmistakable.I
wondered, could my 17 year old son be so naïve
that he could possibly think I am not aware of
his throbbing hard-on pulsing firmly against my
buttocks? I felt my heart pounding in my chest
from the combination of fear and excitement as
my son grew harder and larger with each
progressive pulse of his penis.Gary pulled away
ever so briefly, and he reached down with his
hand, placed it in his boxers, and he subtly
adjusted himself, allowing his erection to point
upward towards his naval, releasing some
obvious discomfort his ‘boner’ was causing him.
With this adjustment, he slowly returned his arm
around me, pulled me close to him, pressing his
hard cock into the crack of my butt. I was
shocked to realized that his erection was outside
the opening in the front of his boxers now,
separated only by the thin cotton material of my
bikini panties. Gary had placed his ‘boner’
through the slit in front of his boxers when he
had ‘adjusted’ himself.I was suddenly aware that
my vagina was responding to this unnatural and
improper contact with my son. I was aware that
I was beginning to lubricate, and I could feel my
clitoris growing erect. I could feel my pulse very
distinctly in my engorged clit as Gary pressed
himself into me.I laid there, motionless, enjoying
the closeness and intimacy of this sinful
moment. God, it was difficult to resist grinding
back into him. But with my vagina getting wet,
my clit throbbing with each beat of my pulse,
and my heart and mind racing; I successfully
remained mostly motionless with Gary’s youthful
erection pressed firmly against the thin cotton
material of my pale green panties which was
covering my ass. I was so excited and so
confused.Although I knew it was wrong, I
enjoyed this sinful contact with my teenage son.
I convinced myself that if I did not acknowledge
it, I could pretend it was not actually
happening.Finally, with the wine’s assistance, I
drifted off to sleep in the arms of my son, his
erect penis pressed firmly into my buttocks. It
was a wonderfully intimate moment that very
few mothers will ever enjoy with their sons. And
I was convinced then, as I am now, up to that
point, I had not done anything too terribly
wrong; I had committed no sin.From a deep
sleep, I was awakened. Gary and I were still
cuddled together, spooning with my butt
pressing into his groin.*Somewhere from the
depths of slumber, Gary tentatively started
rocking his hips, grinding his cock against my
ass. I could not determine if he was awake, or
asleep.At first, he started out pressing against
me slowly, tentatively, in order to subtly to
gauge my reaction. When I continued to ignore
his actions, his humping became more
pronounced and forceful. But I was not sure he
was awake.I knew then, as I know now, I should
have broken off our embrace, and rolled away
from my son. I know that I should stop this
before it went any further. But somehow, I
seemed powerless to move away; I did not feel I
could break away from his embrace. I seemed
frozen. The combination of the three glasses of
wine, and my emotional neediness at the
moment coupled with my arousal from this
surreal situation, somehow prevented me from
doing what I knew I should.My mind went wild
trying to decide what I should do. I continued to
ignore the humping, feigning sleep. I continued
to lie there silently and motionless, pretending
to be in a deep, deep slumber. However, Gary’s
movements were becoming too forceful for any
non-comatose person to sleep though. There
was no credible scenario that would allow Gary
or me to actually believe that I was sleeping and
not aware of him grinding his cock against me.
But was he asleep? Was I suddenly and
innocently part of a teenager’s wet dream? I
really did not know.I was becoming more and
more aroused at this situation. I knew that Gary
needed a release; a release he was driving closer
and closer to achieving. I pressed my thighs
together stimulating my own clitoris as he
humped against my backside. His breathing was
getting labored. I knew he was close to orgasm.
I reached up took his hand that was d****d
around me and placed it on my breast. This was
my first overt sin. Up until then, my crime had
been a crime of omission, not moving away.
Now I was becoming slightly complicit in an
unnatural and sinful act between a mother and
her son, encouraging my son to feel me up.He
found my erect nipple between his fingers and
gently tugged at it. I pushed myself back against
him and said ever so softly, barely at a whisper,
“It is OK baby. Go ahead let yourself go. It is
OK, I understand what you need. You can let
yourself climax against me.” I do not know if he
was awake or not, or if he even heard me. I was
speaking to myself as much as I was to my son. I
wanted to share his orgasm with him. I needed
to let my baby cum.Then with a grunt and
groan, Gary’s entire body stiffened, and he
pressed his erection hard against me. I could feel
the distinct pulsing and throbbing of my son’s
erection as he released his seed against me.
Suddenly, I felt wetness on my panties and lower
back as his penis pulsed against me.Believe it or
not, as Gary shot his semen I pressed my thighs
together tightly, squeezing my clitoris, and I had
a small, but wonderful orgasm myself. I could
feel my vagina spasm as my juices leaked into
the now very wet gusset of my panties.“That’s it
baby, let go!” I whispered as I felt his warm
semen soaking my backside. I pressed myself
back against him, relishing the warm semen
soaking my lower back and buttocks.Suddenly,
Gary seemed to stir to consciousness, and pulled
away from me. “Oh god, I am sorry mom….I
must have been sleeping…I am so sorry….”“It is
OK baby. I was asleep too. I guess the emotions
of grandpa just got the better of us. It is fine,
normal reaction for a young man your age. Just
go to sleep now.” I tried to reassure him. “It is
OK, you did not do anything wrong, baby. I’m
not mad. Just go to sleep now.”I rolled away
slightly, trying to process what had just
happened between my son and me. My backside
was wet with his semen. My pussy was still wet
with my arousal. The small but pleasurable climax
Gary had triggered in me filled me with some
guilt, but I also felt fulfilled, loved, and at
peace.I was torn and conflicted. I wanted to
savor the moment, but I also wanted to pretend
nothing had happened between Gary and me. I
was aroused and guilty. I never intended for
anything like this to happen, ever.However, it
was not too late. I could ignore this event and
pretend it never happened. If I had the will
power, it could be a special memory that I
cherish, but something that goes no further than
it has.I reached behind me, and I touched the
large mess of semen on my ass with my fingers.
And then I slowly brought my fingers to my
nose; I could smell the aroma of his fresh sperm.
I drifted off to sleep savoring my son’s most
intimate scent as I held my semen drenched
fingers slightly away from my nose......

The next morning….*Gary woke with an erection,
which he tried to hide from me as he went to
the bathroom….I needed a quick shower to wash
the dried semen from my backside….We cleaned
ourselves, did not speak of the events of the
previous evening…got packed, ate breakfast, and
hit the road.We drove all the way to Oklahoma
City, and the ride was quieter and less jocular
than the first day. Gary and I were trying to
come to grips with our ‘incident’ the previous
night.We arrived in Oklahoma City after dark, I
found a room with two queen beds at the
Hampton Inn. We would not have to share a bed
tonight.We brought a pizza and two bottle of
wine to the room. After my first glass of wine, I
went to the shower. Soon there was a knock on
the door….”Mom, can I come in, I need to
pee…”“Sure honey…we are family…," I reassured
him. But I was unsure of what was occurring
between my son and me at this moment. At
home, he would not ask if he could urinate in
front of me. This was a boundary that I was not
sure we should be crossing. But I tried not to
overreact; after all, we did only have the one
bathroom that we were sharing.Gary came in,
and stood in front of the commode for an
extended period of time. I had to look. I pulled
back the shower curtain and saw him standing
there…his back towards me. “What is wrong
honey?”“Nothing mom, I just can’t seem to go
now….I don’t know why.” I could see Gary was
‘a little stiff down there’, suffering with a partial
erection as he tried to urinate. I smiled,
somewhat amused that my mere presence was
arousing my son now. I wanted to reassure him,
without reacting to his situation.“A lot of men
cannot pee with an audience…let me get out of
here and leave you alone with your business….” I
said, rinsing off before turning off the water
and grabbing a towel.I stepped from the shower
as I was wrapping the towel around myself…I
knew I was exposing myself to my son…it was
wrong, but I could not help doing it. I wrapped
the towel around my waist and left my breasts
exposed. Gary stared at my naked breasts as I
walked past him. I took a moment to look at his
penis and could see it was growing more erect. I
knew I was the cause of his erection. I should
not have teased him this way, but I could not
help myself. The sexual tension between us was
tremendous.I excused myself from the bathroom
to allow my son to urinate in peace. I quickly
donned a t-shirt, but I did not put on any
panties. I would like to say it was a simple
oversight, or that I do not know why I did not
put on my panties; but that would be a lie. I was
aroused by the events of the previous evening,
and by seeing Gary’s partially erect penis
moments before, and I wanted to have the
opportunity to innocently expose myself to him
if the situation seemed to warrant it.At that
moment, I was not contemplating any further
physical contact between my son and me;
however, I imagined that I would masturbate in
the bed next to him, and I hoped he would do
the same. I reasoned that after last night, a
mutual but separate session of masturbation was
a reasonable and relatively innocent compromise
to relieve the sexual tension and the frustration
we were both wrestling with.I poured two
glasses of wine, one for Gary and one for me, as
I waited for Gary to exit the bathroom. I looked
at my image in the mirror. You could not tell
that I was not wearing any panties, but my erect
nipples left no doubt that I was sans a bra. My
perky, 34B breasts poked proudly through the
white cotton material of my t-shirt.After four or
five minutes, I began to suspect that he was
masturbating alone in the bathroom. That
thought, both disappointed me and relieved me.
I was disappointed I was not allowed to witness
him, but on another level, I was relieved that
perhaps any temptation for a repeat of the
previous night’s ‘contact’ could now be
avoided.I sat on the bed, sipping my wine,
wondering exactly what Gary was up to. After
another few minutes, I got up, poured myself a
second glass and walked to the closed bathroom
door. “Gary, is everything OK in there?”“Yeah,
mom. My body is just not cooperating right
now. I can’t seem to pee.”“Well come out, try to
relax and you can try again in a few minutes. You
just need to let yourself relax a bit.” Inwardly, I
was smiling at Gary’s dilemma. I thought it was
absolutely adorable that his erection was
preventing him from emptying his bladder right
now. And yes, I was pleased that I was the cause
of his erection.“Have a glass of wine with me
and see if that relaxes you.” I shouted through
the closed door.Slowly the door opened, and
Gary exited the small hotel bathroom wearing
only his boxers and sporting an enormous
erection. “Oh my. I think I see what the problem
is.” I said. I was taken aback by the size and
maturity of my son’s massive and very erect
penis. The large purple head stood nearly two
inches above the waist band of his boxers. There
was no hiding that massive erect tool right
now.Gary was blushing deeply and tried to cover
his erection behind his hands which he held in
front of his bulging groin.“I’m so sorry mom. I
don’t know what is wrong.” He said with obvious
embarrassment.“Oh baby, nothing is wrong
other than the fact that you are a normal and
very healthy young man who is having a normal
reaction to a very unusual situation that you and
I have been thrust into. It is quite normal for a
young man of your age to get erections, even at
the most inopportune times. It only shows you
are normal and healthy.” I smiled at him as I
tried to reassure him.“Mom, I don’t think it is
normal to get a boner in front of your mother.”
He admitted quite candidly.I thought for a
moment, trying to think how to respond.“Well,
you have a point; but literature is full of stories
about young men recognizing that their
mother’s are in fact ‘female’, and responding to
it a bit. In fact, they even have a name for it:
‘Oedipus complex’. It is not that uncommon.
And it is a little bit flattering to me.” I was
speaking without fully thinking about the
meaning or ramifications of my words. I was
really only trying to relieve any awkwardness and
anxiety my son was experiencing at the
moment.“It is just so weird that I am reacting to
you this way. I’m sorry mom. I try not to think
of you and make this go away, but it isn’t
working.” Gary said, looking at the floor, unable
to look at me. His penis continued to throb, the
large purple tinged head pulsing above his waist
band. God he was a sexy young man.“Gary, why
don’t you take care of that ‘manually’? I can go
take a nice long bath and leave you here to
relieve your ‘stress’, OK?”Gary blushed deeply
and then looked at me with a cute, shy
innocence that I will always cherish, “Mom, can
you stay while I do this? I would like to share
this with you, if it is OK?”His words shocked and
excited me. I knew I should not participate in
this, or even witness it, but I wanted to
experience this with my son. I felt my pulse
quicken and as the very thought of watching my
son masturbate aroused me.“Are you sure? I can
give you some privacy if you want?” my voiced
quaked with excitement at the very thought of
watching my son.Gary looked at me, and slowly
removed his boxers, freeing his erection, and
simply said, “Please lie here next to me.” as he
laid down on the bed.I watched as he large hard
cock waved proud as he walked to the bed. His
penis looked to be about 7 inches long and
about 2 inches thick. He was a fine looking
young man. When he lied on his back, his penis
reached nearly to his navel.I stood there
watching this beautiful and erotic scene unfold
and then slowly moved to the bed, lying next to
him. This was a very dangerous game we were
preparing to play. I thought for a moment that
‘I wish I had kept my panties on as some minor
barrier to prevent us from going further than we
planned.’Gary took his erection in his fist and
began stroking it, up and down, in the most
erotic and sexy visual scene I have ever
witnessed. I was sitting up on the bed next to
him, in a hypnotic trance, absolutely mesmerized
by the scene unfolding before me. I must admit,
I had never before watched a man masturbate to
orgasm.Gary ’s erection was long, thick and
rigid. The head stood out distinctly, its
mushroom shaped head perfectly defined atop
the long thickly veined shaft. He was ever bit as
large as his father, but the cooler was paler, and
more of a white-pink color than the pinkish-
purple hue of his father’s erect penis.I felt
myself begin to leak my own secretions from my
vagina as it slowly began to open and dilate
from the erotic visual stimulation in front of me.
Gary and I did not speak. His breathing became
more labored as he began to arch his hips
upward against the thrusts of his fist.I could feel
my own breathing and heart rate increase as I
watched. Gary surprised me by placing his free
hand on my thigh as he continued to pump his
cock. “Gary?” I questioned.“Mom, I just want to
touch you while I do this. I just need some
contact.” He replied, not stopping his pumping
fist.I decided to allow his hand to remain on my
thigh rather than remove it. I enjoyed the
contact as well. I was becoming very aroused; I
could feel my wetness beginning to run out of
me, making my upper thighs very wet. I
wondered if Gary was aware of the subtle scent
of my arousal.I wanted to touch myself, to join
in the masturbation, but I fought to resist this
urge. Gary’s hand was massaging my upper
thigh as he brought himself closer and closer to
his climax. Involuntarily, I began rocking my hips
slightly, squeezing my thighs together to exert
pressure on my swollen clitoris. I was losing
control of my actions as Gary’s excitement and
the beautiful scene of my son masturbating in
front of me took over my emotions and any
rational thoughts I had. I felt myself slipping
slowly into a lustful and emotionally seductive
abyss.Slowly his fingers traced up my inner
thigh. I closed my thighs together tighter to
prevent him reaching his intended goal; but oh
how I wanted his touch. His fingers remained
trapped between my thighs, just inches from
their desired target: my pussy. I was so tempted
to allow my son access to my vagina; God I
wanted him to touch me…I wanted to touch
him…But I managed to temporarily resist the
seemingly uncontrollable urge to go further than
I had already.“This is so weird, mom. I can’t
believe I am doing this in front of you.”“Just let
yourself go baby.” I encouraged. I was taken by
what a fine body he had, and how very
handsome he was. Objectively speaking, he was
a fine looking young man. “You are a very
attractive man; and you have a beautiful penis. I
love how rigid and firm it is. Are you going to
cum for me, while I watch? Cum for me baby,
cum for mommy….”My words seemed to trigger
his orgasm. The pace of his fist quickened, and
he let out a low guttural moan as his body shook
and stiffened. With his hand firmly at the based
of his shaft, Gary held his erection straight up,
pointing towards the ceiling and a long, large
viscous rope of semen erupted from his penis,
shooting two to three inches in the air before
spilling on to his abdomen. Almost instantly the
wonderful aroma of my son’s ejaculate filled my
nostrils. And then a second, slightly smaller
string of semen shot out, trickling down the
head of his erection and down the shaft,
covering his fist.Transfixed, I reached over and
took a small sample of the sticky white
gelatinous mess covering Gary’s abdomen on my
finger tips. Scooping it up, I brought it to my
nose and inhaled the wondrous fragrance of my
son’s most intimate nectar as Gary’s watched me
with confused interest.:”Your semen smells very
good to me.” I explained. “Don’t move, let me
get you a warm cloth to clean up.”As I got up
and walked to the sink, I was very aware of the
wetness leaking from my vagina, coating my
inner thighs. I was still very excited, but I had
not succumbed to the temptation. Gary had his
orgasm, and I had not strayed too far over the
line.I returned with a warm wash cloth. I should
have handed the rag to Gary to allow him to
clean himself; but I did not. I reached down and
wiped the large mess of sperm from Gary’s
stomach. I then took his erection, which was still
very hard and wiped the semen from the head
and shaft. It pulsed in my hand. My contact
caused it to grow a bit thicker and longer under
my touch. I was playing with fire. I knew I
needed to stop, to separate myself from my
son’s gorgeous penis that was throbbing under
my touch.“Gary, we better get some sleep. We
have a full day of driving tomorrow. Santa Fe is
still a long way off.” I tried to sound normal and
casual, pretending nothing had changed between
us as I released his rigid cock. I climbed into the
other bed and turned off the lights. Gary
remained on top of his covers, lying there
silently for the moment.I needed to touch
myself…
I needed to cum…. I needed a release…

Gary and I were in a hotel room and he was
masturbating as I watched.
I lay on my back, silently; my fingers found my
clitoris. In the dark silence of the room, I began
slowly rubbing small circles on my erect and
sensitive nubbin. I needed a release. If I could
keep from moaning, I felt that I could achieve
my orgasm without Gary detecting what I was
doing.After just a minute or two, I heard Gary
stir. He got up and approached my bed. I froze,
not sure what he was doing, not sure how to
react.Gary started to climb into bed with me. I
could see his silhouette against the glow of the
parking lot lights through the curtains covering
the window. He was still naked. His semi-erect
penis swayed boldly in front of him as he
approached me. “Baby, what are you doing?” I
asked with a slight panic in my voice.“I want to
be close to you, mom. I want to hold you and
cuddle with you before we go to sleep,” he
replied as he climbed under the covers.“Oh baby,
that is not a good idea. We have already done
things we probably should not have done. We
are asking for trouble if we sleep in the same
bed.” My voice did not seem convincing to even
me. I was trying to be good; but I knew this was
a very dangerous moment. My heart pounded in
my chest with fear and excitement.“I just want to
hold you for a moment, mom. I will go back to
my own bed before we fall asleep.” It sounded
innocent, but we both knew it was not. My
fingers were still touching my clitoris, but my
movements had stopped as I processed what was
happening. I said nothing.I was still wearing my
t-shirt, but nothing else.Gary’s naked form slid
under the covers next to me. Not sure what to
do, or how to react, I slowly turned on my side,
placing my back towards my son. Gary moved in
to spoon me, dr****g his arm around me. He
pulled me close; I could feel his penis begin to
throb to life against my bare backside. I felt
paralyzed, unable to move. Gary moved his hand
down my shoulders and arm, massaging and
rubbing my arm and shoulder, slowly
encroaching on the side of my breasts.I felt
dizzy, confused, unsure of what to do; actually
not even sure what I could do. “Gary, you must
not do this. Please, this is not right.” My voice
cracked as I spoke. But I did not try to remove
his hand. And I did not lower my arm to block
his access to my breast. I just laid there
motionless, allowing my son to stroke the side
of my breast.“Mom, it is okay. I just want to me
near you, to touch you. I love you so much.”
And I knew he did. I could feel the love in his
voice and his touch. And I was deeply in love
with my son too.*I did not respond, silently
trying to determine what I should do. Gary’s
hand slowly, tentatively slid down the side of my
breast on top of my cotton t-shirt, and found
my very erect nipple. He began to fondle my
nipple through the cotton material as I tried to
stifle my moan."Oh baby, please, don't..." I said
in a weak protest. I brought my hand up and
took hold of his fingers which were teasing my
nipple. I intended to remove his hand from my
breast, but I didn't. I simply held his hand in
place against my breast. I could not seem to
muster the strength to actually pull his hand
from my breast; the contact was simply too
pleasurable. I could not bring myself to make
him stop. God forgive me, I needed my son's
touch at that moment.Gary slowly started to
move his hand away from my breast, down my
flat, tight stomach. I grabbed his hand and held
it, preventing him from reaching his target. Gary
then simply said, “I love you mom. Please let me
touch you. Please.”“Oh Gary, I can’t. It is not
right. We can’t do this,” I said, almost crying,
my voice shaking.“Please, mom. Please.”I
remained silent for fifteen seconds or so. In a
strange way, I felt like I was not even in control
of my own body; I felt like I was outside
watching this surreal situation unfold. I felt that
I was more of an observer than a participant.I
slowly released his hand despite knowing we
should not do this. And as I released Gary’s
hand, I knew that I was going to permit my son
to touch me, to touch me in the most intimate
manner, in a manner that sons should never
touch their mothers.Gary found the hem of my
t-shirt and slowly slid his hand underneath to
explore the area between my thighs. My son
quickly discovered that I was not wearing any
panties and that my vagina was wet and
unprotected.He found the wet opening of my
vulva and from there, his fingers move up
slightly where he discovered my stiff and erect
clitoris. I could not help but moan as he gently
rubbed my clit. I parted my legs slightly to allow
him better access. His penis pulsed harder into
my backside.*It had been months, many months,
since I had been with a man, or been touched
like this. I was responding like a woman who had
been starved sexually.I knew I shouldn’t be
allowing any of this, but God help me, I felt
powerless to resist. I wanted, no, actually, I
needed his touch. His fingers moved from my
clitoris to my vaginal opening, and he*inserted
two fingers inside of me. From this angle,
reaching around in front of me from behind me,
he was only able to enter me a couple of inches
but he was stimulating the opening of my
vagina.*My vagina was opening, dilating wider
and wider. His fingers and my vulva were making
a distinct sloshing sound, making my lubrication
leak out of me.I could smell the faint aroma of
my arousal as my lubrication coated my vulva
and upper thighs. Could Gary also pick up on my
scent?I was clutching my pillow while rocking my
hips, and moaning. Gary removed his fingers
briefly and rolled me on my back. He then
climbed between my legs and opened my vulva
again with his fingers. He had a completely
unobstructed view of my vaginal opening. From
this position and this angle, his fingers were able
to penetrate me much more deeply.Gary soon
had two fingers inside me, massaging my womb.
His fingers were curled forward, rubbing the
front wall of my uterus, touching my g-spot,
driving me closer and closer to my orgasm. I was
hugging the pillow to my chest, moaning loudly
as I humped against his probing fingers buries
deep inside me. I knew I was going to cum, and I
needed my release.After several minutes of
taking me to the brink, Gary suddenly withdrew
his fingers from my pussy, and stood up. I had
been on the verge*of a massive climax, just
moments away from cumming violently with
Gary's fingers inside me. I cried out in frustrated
desperation as he removed his fingers.*I wanted
to cum; I needed to cum. I wanted him to finish
the job he had started. I cried out in frustration,
“Oh baby, don't stop. Please, touch me….I am so
close….please finish me off….” my voice shaking
in frustrated excitement.*I was begging my son
to finger me again. Gary knew how close he had
me. I could feel my face, neck and chest burn as
the reddened with my shame.I lay there panting,
my breasts heaving; frustrated by being so
close, but denied my release by my son. Despite
the fact that Gary was no longer touching me, I
continued rocking my hips involuntarily, humping
against the air in frustrated arousal as I could
feel my juices leaking out of me. I needed a
release. I wanted him to resume touching me; to
finish me!I glanced down to see that Gary had
unobstructed view of my gaping pussy as knelt
between my legs. My wetness was visible as it
leaked out of me. I could smell the faint scent of
my arousal, as could Gary. I was in heat. He had
aroused me more than I could ever remember. I
was*his.Kneeling between my legs, Gary studied
my wet opening with interest; and his erection
waved proudly in front of him, rigidly pointing
up. I could not deny the attraction I felt at that
moment for this incredibly attractive young
man….who also happened to also be my son. I
think I would have done anything for him at that
moment; he owned me!Gary climbed forward,
and took the pillow from my clutches, tossing it
aside. He leaned towards me, and he kissed me
deeply and passionately, exploring my mouth
with his tongue. It was our first kiss as lovers. It
was tender, beautiful and passionate kiss. He
parted my lips with his tongue, I opened my
mouth to accept his probing tongue as I felt his
erection pressing firmly against my vulva. I will
never forget that kiss, and the intimacy
surrounding it. It is the most passionate,
memorable kiss of my life. I will cherish that
moment, when Gary and I explored each others
mouths with our tongues for the first time, with
his penis pressing firmly against my clitoris,
forever.Our tongues played tag, like love struck
teenagers for several minutes as I humped my
vulva against his erection. I was in love…as
perverse as it sounds, I was in love with my son.
(and I still am.)He broke our passionate kiss for
an instant to say, “I love you so much, mom,”
and then resumed kissing me, exploring my
mouth with his tongue.It had been so very long
since I had been kissed passionately like that.
Despite the fact I knew all of this was terribly
wrong, I kissed him back with all the passion I
had. I do not ever remember being so aroused,
or so in need of a release.*Slowly, he started to
position his hips so that his head of his erect
penis was searching for my opening. I felt the
head of his rigid cock bumping against me,
searching anxiously for its home. I felt his penis
was pulsing against the outer folds of my
vagina, searching for a home.I was beyond any
reason at that moment, totally consumed by
frustration and lust. I wanted him to take me, to
impale me with his large boner, to fuck me
deeply and totally. I was about to allow my son
to enter me; to couple with me. I was prepared
to let my son fuck me.*Then suddenly I
remembered that I was not on any birth control,
just as Gary was about to enter me! Oh, my
God, I could not let this happen! As much as I
wanted my son to take me, this was a risk we
could not take.Momentarily shocked back to
reality from the pressure of his cock
head*moving to*the inner folds of my vulva, I
lifted my hips and recoiled. I was struck by the
panic of knowing my boy was going to try to
fuck me “bareback”. And, I had almost let him
do so.*“No! Gary. Baby, no! We definitely
cannot do that.” I was emphatic. I found*an
assertive tone I had previously not been able to
summon.“Relax, mom. It will be fine. I promise,”
he said arching his pelvis up in another attempt
to enter me. Despite my trying pull away from
him, his large boner was finding its way into the
first folds of my outer lips.*I pulled away again
from Gary’s searching viper as it sought to enter
me. “No, baby. I am not even on the pill. You
cannot fuck me. You just can’t.”Gary tried to
calm and reassure me. “Mom, I won’t cum in
you. I promise. I just want to be inside you for a
moment.” And he began to press forward again.
I could feel the head of his penis searching
again, only this time he found my opening. My
wetness was making entry far too easy.I try to
resist again, but pinned on my back as I was, I
was only able to move slightly. The head of his
penis was inside my vulva, barely inside me; but
inside nonetheless.“No baby. Not like this.
Please, not like this.” I was almost crying now.
The panic and fear were evident in my every
word. I did not know if he could stop himself at
this point.“Gary, please. At least use a condom.
Please son, it will only take a second. Then you
can have me, I promise.”*Tears were starting to
stream down my cheeks as I feared my son was
too aroused to think rationally at this moment; I
feared he would take me unprotected. I was
praying he would come to his senses as I felt his
throbbing erection pulsing just barely inside
me.With the head of his penis at the very
opening of my vagina, actually just inside me a
bit, Gary paused for a few seconds that seemed
an eternity. I felt his erection pulsing an inch
inside me, as I waited to see if he could resist
impaling me fully.*Gary then asked, “You have
some condoms?” I could distinctly feel the
constant pulsing of the head of his cock barely
inside me. I wondered if my baby was leaking
any trace seminal fluid into me while we were
debating this issue."There is a Walgreens directly
across the street from the hotel….It will only
take me a minute to run over and get some…” I
pleaded with panic in my voice as I waited for
him to decide.*Would he impale me on his
massive tool unprotected, pumping his seed into
my fertile womb? Or would he allow me to
protect him and myself from a potential
pregnancy that neither he nor I wanted, needed
or could explain.After four or five seconds of
silence with his penis throbbing just inside the
very opening of my core, he lifted off me. “I
guess I do not need to get my mom pregnant.” I
felt my vagina spasm slightly as he removed
himself from my opening.*.....


Thank God he had the good sense to allow us
this protection.
I realized that by agreeing to get my son a
condom, there was no turning back now. I was
going to allow my baby boy to fuck his mommy.
I was now fully complicit; a completely willing
participant in this new sin. But fucking Gary
voluntarily without risk of pregnancy seemed a
far better choice than being taken by him
bareback, against my will, with the risk of
pregnancy.
Gary rolled off me, and I grabbed my jeans,
preparing to make a quick trip to the Walgreens
d**gstore across the street, when Gary stopped
me, “Mom, I have a rubber in my wallet.”
“You do? Are you sexually active?” I asked with
obvious surprise that my son was prepared for
this moment.
“No, you can get them for free from the school
nurse. All the guys have them. I guess I wanted
to make my buddies think I was ‘getting some’,
even if I wasn’t. You will be my first; my first
ever. But I have a rubber,” Gary explained as he
walked over and retrieved the tin foil package
from his wallet. His erection remained rigid in
front of his as he struggled with the wrapper.
I watched intently as Gary removed the latex
sheath and slowly rolled it over his large purple
head, and down his thickly veined shaft. The tiny
reservoir tip and the translucent white color
made his penis seem distinct, almost separate
from my son’s rippled abdomen and muscular
thighs. My son was a gorgeously sexy specimen
of youthful masculinity.
In a weird way, as I watched Gary place the
prophylactic on his large boner, I felt like a
mother watching her son get dressed for his
prom or some other big life time event. Only this
event was the loss of his virginity. Yes, this was
a very special, albeit inappropriate, occasion
indeed.
He filled the large condom up completely,
stretching it, in fact. The little empty reservoir
formed a cute little bubble at the tip of his
urethra ready to catch all his sperm and protect
his mommy’s fertile womb!
I stood up, removed my t-shirt, baring my
breast for my son. I was naked now. I saw
Gary’s penis arch up as he looked at my naked
form. I liked that way his penis responded to
me. I felt very beautiful and desirable.
I walked over to my son. “Well, Gary, I guess we
are really going to do this now? Are you sure
you want to do this with your mother? I keep
thinking that this is wrong, and you will regret
it.”
Gary grabbed me, placed his fingers under my
chin, raised my chin to his face and kissed me
deeply again. His latex encased penis pressing
and throbbing against my abdomen just below
my breasts. Our tongues danced together,
chasing each other from my mouth to his, and
back again.
As wrong as it may sound to the reader, I was
truly in love with my son at that moment.
We broke off our kiss for a moment, and I
glanced at our image in the mirror over he sink
and vanity. I was taken by what a very sexy
looking woman I was. Naked, my only vestige of
modesty being the thin, very blond, almost
transparent wisps of fine blonde pubic hair
covering my pussy, I did look good. Yes, even in
my mid-thirties, I had to admit I was a sexy
sight indeed.
And we made a very sexy and attractive looking
couple. We did not look like a mother and son,
we looked like a sexy 38 year old woman with
her young, teenage lover. Yes, we made a very
sexy image.
“Gary, seriously, maybe we should stop. We can
touch each other, but intercourse is a big, big
step. You may look back and really regret this
someday…..”
“Mom, I want this more than anything I have ever
wanted in my life. I love you. You are the most
beautiful woman I have ever seen. I will never
regret this, never. I want you to be my first. I
want you to teach me to make love….”
I just nodded, accepting the fact that I was
going to take my son as my lover. I was going to
allow my son to enter me, to cum in me. My
emotions were in total turmoil.
I then lay back on my bed as Gary approached
me, resigned to accepting him without further
protestations. He approached me, pushing my
legs back so my heels were touching my ass, and
he slowly spread my knees and climbed between
my legs, his latex encased penis bobbing
impatiently in anticipation of finding its home.
I remember distinctly remembering looking at
the thick, long, rigid penis standing so proud
and so erect in front of my son and I knew that
in just a moment he was going to enter his
mother and lose his virginity to me. My son was
going to have his first sexual encounter with me,
his mother. And for the rest of his life, when
Gary remembered his first experience, he would
remember it was with me, his mother.
The head of his penis had no trouble finds my
opening this time, all of the petting and
touching had my vagina open and ready, and my
own juices, and the lubrication from the condom
itself, allowed him to slide right in. His girth was
more than I was used to, but in my highly
aroused state, I could accommodate the
thickness. But his length took a little bit of
work.
“Oh baby, you are a very big man,” I cautioned.
“You are stretching me. Please be gentle, go
slowly. You don’t want to hurt me.”
Realizing that I had agreed to allow my son to
enter me, I gave up all thought of resisting.
After his first few thrusts, I wrapped my legs
around him, my heals propped against his firm
ass, allowing him full access to my vagina. I used
my heels to guide him deeper as I stretched and
strained to accommodate this very large penis in
my rather petite frame.
He slowed down a bit and took a dozen or more
slow strokes, going a bit deeper each time until I
had all of him inside me. I was very, very full;
filled more deeply and stretched wider than I had
ever been before, and I was very aroused. While I
knew this was wrong in many ways, I could not
deny the incredible response I was having to my
son’s rigid penis thrusting in and out of me.
I started to moan with each plunge or Gary’s
cock. Since Gary had masturbated within the
hour, he had great stamina. He was pounding my
wet, dilated vagina with punishing thrusts.
Gary then raised my legs over his shoulders. In
this position he had me totally exposed and
totally vulnerable. He looked down, watching his
latex sheathed penis enter and withdraw from
me with obvious admiration and pride. The head
of his penis was striking my g-spot with each
deep thrust, driving me closer and closer to
orgasm.
My moans got louder and my breathing
quickened. “Baby, you are going to make your
mommy cum ……baby fuck me
….harder….faster…oh baby, fuck your mommy's
pussy.” I urged him on with passionate abandon.
With my feet high over his shoulders, Gary gave
me everything he had, which was all I could take.
With every pounding thrust, Gary moved me
closer to the climax I craved, the climax I
needed.
Each pounding thrust raised my ass off the bed
further. I spread myself as wide as I could,
taking all of him.
Then my orgasm crashed over me. “Oh my God,
Gary. I am cumming. Oh shit. Oh God. Baby,
fuck me.” I was literally screaming. I came, and I
came. Waves of erotic pleasure rocked my core.
I have never cum harder. And no orgasm has
been more fulfilling.
My orgasm, coupled with my upward movements
to meet each of his thrusts, and my incoherent
moans pushed Gary over the edge as well. With
one final and violent thrust, he buried himself
deep in my womb and my baby released his seed
inside the safety of his sheath.
I lay there panting, relishing the after flow of my
orgasm, as I felt Gary’s large penis pulsing deep
in me as he spurted, time and time again.
Gary’s constant pushing as deep as he could and
the definite throbbing of his cock inside me left
me no doubt that he was pumping out ropes
and ropes of his cum. As I lay there, my feet and
my ass high in the air, I was wishing that my
son’s warm seed could actually be pumped
inside me, unimpeded. I wished he could take me
without a condom.
Then the enormity of the act, and the power of
my climax, caused my emotions and guilt to
crash upon me; I started to cry silently, tears
streaming down my cheeks as my son's erection
pulsed inside me. I was so confused by what I
had done and what I was feeling.
In a moment of clarity, I realized that I needed
to get on the pill quickly, so we did not need to
depend on these pesky condoms to protect us if
we were going to continue this torrid love
relationship between mother and son. I also
realized it was unlikely Gary would ever accept
this was a single, ‘one time’ event. No, I knew
Gary was going to expect to continue this sinful
relationship. I knew I could never refuse him.
We remained coupled with Gary deep inside of
me. I felt his cock actually throb and thicken as
we lay there together. This was one of the most
erotic experienced in my life. It is hard to
explain, I am not sure I fully understand it
myself, but staying coupled together, my legs
over his shoulders, my ass high in the air while
my son’s large firm penis continuing to pulse
deep inside of me, continuing to drain the last
drops of his seed, is an intimacy, closeness,
tenderness between my son and me that I will
always cherish. I have never been more content,
more fulfilled or happier than I was lying there,
tears still running down my cheeks, as I remained
coupled with my son after giving me one of the
greatest orgasms of my life!
After several minutes of lying coupled together,
Gary leaned forward and kissed me, more gentle
and loving than passionate; and then he slowly
withdrew from me. I could feel my vagina spasm
as he did, trying to adjust to the absence of his
penis that was stretching it so fully only
moments before. My pussy seemed strangely
empty, and started a series of contractions that
felt to me that it was looking for something to
grasp. My pussy missed Gary's penis already.
Gary rolled on his back next to me, and then
pulled me close, and we cuddled silently for
several minutes, my head resting on his chest,
for the moment. I looked at his still erect penis
still encased in latex. I marveled at the amount
of semen the condom had captured.
I then curled up in Gary’s arms, with my head on
his chest. I gently caressed his nipples and chest,
listening to his heart racing. I reached down and
caressed his penis. “I can’t believe you are still so
hard.” He penis felt thick and heavy. The wet,
slippery latex seemed ready to burst it was so
full of his semen.
Gary pulled me on top of him, positioning me
astride him. He held his rigid erection up and
rubbed the latex covered head between my wet
vagina lips. He was preparing to enter me yet
again. He slid right in, with no resistance.
This time, there was less passion in our love
making. It was slower and more gentle. Although
I did not climax this second time, this gentle love
making was just as enjoyable as our first
coupling. And soon, Gary came inside me a
second time in less than an hour, once again with
the protection of a condom. I had moved past
the horror of what I was doing temporarily,
blocking the guilt for this brief moment,
savoring the experience as I allowed my son to
fuck me again.
As I slowly dismounted, I felt a flood of fluid
drain from me. I looked down and with horror, I
saw the only thing left of the condom was a
latex ring around the base. Oh my God ! The
condom had broken, spilling my son’s large
ropes of semen inside my womb!
Shit! Fuck! Shit! What had I done….how could I
be this stupid? …my son’s semen was now
swimming inside my womb.