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I felt like two people, one who was watching as though
from a distance feeling shocked at what was happening,
the other feeling wild elation at the pleasure my son's
attentions were giving me and when I felt him slide his
wonderful stiff erect manhood deep into my pussy I cried
out in sheer ecstasy. (MF, inc, rom)
***
After twenty-three years of marriage it was a bit of a
shock to suddenly find myself on my own, I was a widow
at forty, my husband had only been forty-five when he
had just keeled over and died, heart attack they said.
Whatever the reason I was alone for the first time in
twenty-three years, even my twenty year old son had to
leave right after the funeral as he was studying for his
finals at University a few months on, though he did make
a point of ringing me every night it was no substitute
for having someone there with me.
Those first few weeks were the worst, I let myself go to
pot a little and it was the sight of myself one morning
in the bathroom mirror that finally snapped me back to
my senses, I was a mess and right then I determined to
get back on my feet again. I started to go out again,
visited the gym and so on, yet the sparkle had gone from
life, before my husband's untimely death I had been
described as 'vivacious' and 'sexy', usually by my
husband, but I'd heard other men say it too.
For a forty year old I had managed to retain most of my
youthful figure, all right I was a little softer and my
tits drooped ever so slightly, but I could still give
younger girls a run for their money if I was so
inclined, the problem was that I was no longer inclined.
While my husband had been alive sex had been almost a
daily event, he had been a randy sod and had even
resorted to buggery once a month during my periods, but
now I just couldn't seem to get interested let alone
excited about sex, but I did let a few men date me about
three months after I became a widow, I even let a couple
of them take me to bed though I got little pleasure from
it.
Then, when I least expected it, my life was turned
around again, Luke, my son, had sat his finals and came
home to await the results, as most of his friends were
some distance away he spent a lot of time just sitting
around at home, I was glad of his company though. He'd
been home for about a week when Luke announced that he
was going to take me out for a meal or something.
"You don't have to do that," I smiled, pleased at his
offer.
"Course I do," Luke laughed "you don't think I'm going
to have the prettiest mum in the world and not show her
off every now and then."
"Oh Luke," I laughed "you'll make me blush."
"Not you mummy dear," he grinned "the last time you
blushed was when dad whipped your knickers off at that
party. Oh sorry mum, I wasn't thinking."
"It's all right Luke," I smiled "it's the things like
that that I remember fondly about your father, I'm over
the worst of it now so don't go pussy footing around
it."
"Okay mum," he replied giving me a hug.
As he released me I felt myself going all warm and
tingly all over, but in particular in my pussy, I was
shocked at myself, but at the same time I was enjoying
the feeling, it was the first time I'd felt this way in
over three months.
"So," Luke was saying. "You go and put on your sexiest
dress and your most alluring war-paint and I'll take you
out. Oh and don't forget the naughty skimpies
underneath."
Laughing I headed for my room, there was quite a
selection of clothing in my wardrobe which included a
whole array of lingerie, my husband had loved to see me
in sexy outfits, in a sudden fit of madness I chose my
favourite basque, it had quarter cups and lifted up my
boobs to show off my nipples to a treat. A pair of my
sheerest seamed black stockings completed the
undergarments and I turned my attention to the dresses,
the one I chose had a plunging neckline and though it
came down to below my knees it had a split in the side
seam that came right up to the top of my leg, a little
make-up and a brush of my hair and I was done.
Looking at myself in the mirror I felt so sexy, even if
it was only my son I was going out with I was suddenly
feeling good about myself and not a little horny, I had
the feeling that when I got home I'd have to masturbate
for a good while. When I went back downstairs Luke was
just putting on his coat, he looked at me as I joined
him and gave a wolf whistle.
"You look good enough to eat," he grinned. "Boy, will
you turn some heads tonight."
"I'll do then?" I laughed giving a little twirl.
"I'll say," he grinned and winked.
The restaurant my son took me to was a lovely little
French place, it wasn't large, but the atmosphere was
intimate and the food was not that bad, though a little
pricey for what you got. Over the meal my son and I
laughed and chatted about everything and nothing, I must
admit to having a little too much wine and I was feeling
more than a bit merry when we ordered our after dinner
brandy.
"Shall I tell you something?" I said quietly leaning
over the table.
Luke's eyes had gone wide and were staring down my
cleavage, but I didn't really notice this as I waited
for him to respond, suddenly he grinned and leant
forward towards me. "What do you want to tell me?" he
almost whispered.
"I'm not wearing any panties." I giggled at him.
Luke sat back in his chair and laughed then leant
forward again.
"You're not wearing a bra either," he grinned.
I looked down in surprise at my gaping top then looked
at him and grinned.
"I'm wearing a basque," I said poking my tongue out at
him "so there.
Did you get a good look then?"
"You bet I did," he laughed quietly. "And if you give
the waiter a quick peek we can get away from here
without leaving a tip."
"Luke!" I laughed in mock shock and sitting back in my
chair "That's exactly what your father said the last
time I wore this dress."
"I can't be wrong then." Luke laughed as the waiter came
back to the table with our drinks.
To be honest I was really enjoying the bawdy banter, in
more ways than one and when I saw my son looking at me
speculatively over his brandy glass I smiled seductively
at him.
"What?" I asked.
"I was just wondering if you really weren't wearing any
knickers." he grinned lowering his glass.
"I'm not and I can prove it if you like," I responded
challengingly.
"I'd like," he replied to my challenge.
I slid my chair around the table until I was right
beside him, the slit of my dress right next to his leg,
after a quick look around I took hold of his hand and
shoved it into the slit and placed it on my bare pussy.
"There!" I laughed.
His hand lingered on my pussy for a while and I felt it
rub against me a little sending a shiver of excitement
through me, I was surprised at myself for acting the way
I was, but I was also enjoying it one hell of a lot.
Almost reluctantly Luke moved his hand away from me, he
was smiling as he raised his hand to his nose and
sniffed at his fingers.
"You smell nice," he grinned. "I bet you taste nice
too."
"Cheeky bugger," I laughed. "Just watch it sonny Jim."
"I have been, and I enjoyed the view," my son laughed.
There was nothing I could say to that so I laughed while
wondering just what the hell had got into me, this was
my son I was flirting with yet I was enjoying his
attentions as if he had been my late husband. Luke
called for the bill as I continued to puzzle over the
strange mood that had come over me, there was no sane,
logical explanation for it, but it was harmless and we
were both enjoying ourselves so why was I worrying?
Besides, Luke was a handsome young man and I felt
flattered that he of all people thought that I was still
attractive despite my age, he was probably biased, but I
valued his opinion more than anyone else's now I was a
widow, I looked at him and saw that he was watching me
with what I would have sworn was a hungry look in his
eyes, the sort of look his father always had when he was
about to fuck me, but I put it down to my own
foolishness.
"Come on then mother dear," Luke smiled as he put his
wallet away "let's take a walk to settle our meal."
He offered me his arm and I took it as we walked out of
the restaurant, Luke seemed to have an idea of where he
was heading so I just leant against him and let him
guide our steps, neither of us spoke, we just enjoyed
the clear night air in an intimate silence.
After a while I began to feel excited, it was the feel
of the night air on my bare pussy and nipples that was
the cause of it, I'd forgotten how randy I got walking
along with no underwear on, my husband, God bless him,
had always said I was an exhibitionist at heart, maybe
he had been right, the thrills I was feeling certainly
were growing with each step we took.
Then we came to a dark lane, I could see cars parked in
little lay-bys and suddenly realised that we were at the
local Lover's Lane, my husband had always enjoyed
bringing me here and now I was here with my son, a
sudden surge of sensations ran through me making me
shudder and I had to suppress a gasp as it dawned on me
that I was having a minor climax.
"Are you all right mum?" Luke asked stopping us in the
middle of the lane.
"Fine," I said a little breathlessly "just fine."
Just a few feet away there was a bench and I found
myself being steered towards it by my son, he sat me
down then sat close beside me, I could feel his leg
pressing against mine and felt another wave of bliss
building up inside me. Luke put an arm around my
shoulder and drew me to him, I felt strangely comforted
as I leant against his chest with his arm across my
shoulders, comforted and excited. A shudder ran through
me as I climaxed again, I couldn't believe what was
happening, but the pleasure I was feeling was too strong
to ignore.
"Cold?" Luke asked as I trembled against him.
"No," I sighed trying to keep the excitement out of my
voice "definitely not cold."
My son twisted around and I felt his hand tilt my face
up so that he could see it, he looked deep into my eyes
then grinned knowingly, I knew he had guessed the reason
for my shakes and instead of shame I felt only
excitement.
"Want to go home?" he asked.
"Please," I breathed.
As soon as we got home I intended going up to my room
and giving myself a real orgasm, though I wondered if
even that would ease the desire I felt burning inside
me, then I realised that Luke wasn't making a move to
depart. I looked at him and saw he was looking around
us, puzzled I followed his gaze, but I could see nothing
or no-one, I almost jumped off the seat when I felt a
warm hand slide onto my leg through the slit in my dress
then move up to my pussy.
"Luke!" I gasped in excited surprise.
He just smiled as his hand began to trace my pussy, his
fingers running over me lightly then pausing to gently
rub at my clit, I know I should have pushed his hand
away or jumped to my feet, anything but not just sit
there and enjoy what he was doing to me.
Excitement raged in me drowning the shock I felt at my
son's actions and my own submission to them, his fingers
were moving faster on my clit and I couldn't hold back a
gasp as he made me climax, but that wasn't the end of
it, as I leant against him shivering with delight my son
slid his fingers down to my wet hole and gently pushed
two of them into me.
"God Luke!" I gasped as my orgasm grew stronger "Oh God,
I shouldn't be letting you do this to me!"
His response was to move his fingers a little fast in my
pussy and to tilt my head up with his other hand, I
looked at his face as it came closer to mine and groaned
as I felt his warm lips press down on mine gently. With
a jerk I hit a new peak, red hot ecstasy ran through me
as I shuddered against my son, his fingers buried deep
inside me as I pushed down on them, his lips suddenly
hungry on mine as I groaned out my bliss into his mouth.
Then, as my peak faded, Luke moved his hand from my
pussy and parted our lips with a sigh, I felt warm and
shaky inside as he stood up then drew me to my feet.
"Let's go home," he said quietly, suggestively.
Walking at his side, leaning on his arm with tremors
still running through me I felt shocked at myself for
allowing Luke to finger me as he had, for some reason I
felt helpless, it was ridiculous, but I just couldn't
seem to resist him or the joy he was making me feel.
I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't realise we'd
reached home until we were inside the house and Luke was
closing the door, feeling unsteady I headed to the
living room and poured myself a large Martini, my son
was at my side a moment later as I downed the drink in
one go.
"Oh Luke," I sighed pouring myself another drink "I
shouldn't have let you do those things to me."
Grinning Luke poured himself a large brandy then took
hold of my free wrist, I tossed back my drink as he
guided my hand down to the front of his trousers, he
pressed my hand to his trousers and I felt the hard
shape of his cock, hard and erect in the confines of his
clothes. Gasping I looked at my son's face, he was
smiling at me as he held my hand to his groin, the look
in his eyes was desire and I felt both stunned and
flattered that I was the object of that desire and when
he let go of my wrist I just couldn't help myself any
more, I gently rubbed at the shape of his cock through
his clothes.
Without a word Luke put down his glass and took me in
his arms, his lips coming down on mine in a burningly
passionate kiss that sent tingles of delight spreading
through me, I felt his hands tugging at my back then my
dress felt suddenly loose and I gasped into his mouth at
the knowledge that he had opened the zip of my dress.
Parting our lips my son pushed the dress from my
shoulders and slid it down my body, it fell in a
crumpled heap around my ankles as he took a step back
and gazed at me in the bright light of the living room,
I felt my nipples tingle as his eyes passed over them
and my pussy ached as his eyes went lower.
"God you are a beautiful woman Irene," Luke breathed in
excitement.
"Luke!" I gasped out as his hands started to undo his
own clothing.
I felt mesmerised, trapped, unable to protest or move as
I watched my son undress in front of me, his eyes
constantly roaming over my body and when he pushed off
his underpants to reveal the raging erection he bore I
felt the breath catch in my throat.
"Luke!" I said weakly as he raised his hands to my
breasts.
"Hush mum," he said quietly as his hands stroked my
heavy globes "just enjoy it."
I was having no trouble in that despite all my shock at
what was happening I was enjoying it more than I ever
would have believed possible, yet a part of me wanted to
put a stop to it, to end the foolishness before it went
too far, but I couldn't find the will to act as I knew I
should and when my son began to tease my nipples I felt
only bliss as an orgasmic tide rose in me. As I started
to shudder one of my son's hands slide down my body to
my pussy while he leant forward to take my nipple in his
mouth.
I felt like two people, one who was watching as though
from a distance feeling shocked at what was happening,
the other feeling wild elation at the pleasure my son's
attentions were giving me and when I felt his fingers
slide into my pussy while his thumb pressed on my clit I
cried out in sheer delight.
A few seconds or minutes or hours later I felt my son's
hands moving from my breast and pussy, his mouth
releasing my nipple, then he was holding me firmly, I
gasped as he swept me off my feet and lowered me to the
carpet with my body still shaking from orgasmic bliss.
"Please Luke!" I gasped out weakly.
Even I wasn't sure whether I was begging him to stop or
pleading with him to take me, I felt so mixed up and so
wildly excited that it could have been either or both,
but Luke felt no confusion as he came between my legs
and pressed his cock to my pussy.
"LUKE!" I cried as I felt him surging into me, my body
rising of its own accord to meet him.
If I had felt ecstatic before I felt overwhelmed now as
my son began to move his cock in my pussy with a
deliciously slow, firm stroke, leaning over me he
twisted his head to suck at one of my nipples while he
used one hand to play with the other and his other arm
to support himself, all my thoughts were suddenly
engulfed by pure bursts of delectable sensations. I
could hear myself crying out as though I was listening
from a distance, my cries begging him to 'fuck me',
pleading with him to 'fill me', had I been able to think
I would have felt disgusted at my reactions, but all I
could do was feel as I rode on roller coasters of
ecstasy.
Luke was moving faster in me and I was moving with him,
it was as though my body had taken total control as it
savoured what it desired to the full, in a moment of
clarity I found that I had wrapped my arms and legs
about his body, holding him to me as his cock slid in
and out of my burning pussy and my mind was overwhelmed
by sensations again.
Then my son thrust into me and groaned, his body
trembled against mine and I felt a burst of heat deep
inside me as his semen flowed thickly, screaming out my
passion as my body bucked and writhed under him I let
myself drown in the sheer bliss of the moment and when
my peak faded I could still feel my son moving in my
pussy even as his cock began to shrink.
When at last Luke rolled off me I lay panting and
shaking, unable to control the tremors that ran through
my body or my ragged, over-excited breathing, beside me
my son sat up and I sensed that he was looking down at
me, turning my head I looked up at him with glazed eyes.
"You are fantastic," Luke smiled down at me, his chest
heaving from his exertions.
Leaning over he kissed me gently and I felt a tingle run
through me, it was frightening the way I felt about my
own son, yet I couldn't deny it any longer, my own body
had betrayed me, I had enjoyed every single moment of
his lust, even though I felt guilty, shocked and
disgusted all three emotions couldn't compare to the
satisfaction I felt and the joy he had given me.
"Oh Luke," I sighed as soon as I had recovered enough to
sit up. "Luke, we shouldn't have done it, I shouldn't
have let you do it, but God forgive me, I loved every
blissful moment of it."
"You'll love it again as soon as my cock gets hard
again," he laughed.
I knew from the tone of his voice and the way he put his
arm around me and drew me to him that there was nothing
I could say that would dissuade him from lusting after
me and to be honest I found myself feeling elated that
he would want me in that way, sighing I leant against
his chest and gazed down at his cock lying limp between
his legs. Though I knew a part of me would never really
accept the situation and would feel shock at it I also
knew that I would willingly give myself to my son
whenever he asked or even if he didn't ask.
Thinking back to my marriage I realised with surprise
that what I was feeling for Luke was what I had felt for
my late husband, I smiled to myself as I thought back to
those moments, like now, when I lay gazing down at my
husband's limp cock eagerly waiting for it to get hard
again then leaning down to take it in my mouth to help
it grow hard.
What a boy my son was, so much like his father yet so
different, I felt proud of his achievements and lusted
after his body with a passion that made my pussy grow
hotter and wetter, perhaps, like his father before him,
my son would bugger me when my periods came around, but
now all I wanted was to feel his cock inside me again,
as with his late father, I couldn't wait any longer.
"Let me help," I laughed lightly as I leant down to take
my son's cock in my mouth.
END
from a distance feeling shocked at what was happening,
the other feeling wild elation at the pleasure my son's
attentions were giving me and when I felt him slide his
wonderful stiff erect manhood deep into my pussy I cried
out in sheer ecstasy. (MF, inc, rom)
***
After twenty-three years of marriage it was a bit of a
shock to suddenly find myself on my own, I was a widow
at forty, my husband had only been forty-five when he
had just keeled over and died, heart attack they said.
Whatever the reason I was alone for the first time in
twenty-three years, even my twenty year old son had to
leave right after the funeral as he was studying for his
finals at University a few months on, though he did make
a point of ringing me every night it was no substitute
for having someone there with me.
Those first few weeks were the worst, I let myself go to
pot a little and it was the sight of myself one morning
in the bathroom mirror that finally snapped me back to
my senses, I was a mess and right then I determined to
get back on my feet again. I started to go out again,
visited the gym and so on, yet the sparkle had gone from
life, before my husband's untimely death I had been
described as 'vivacious' and 'sexy', usually by my
husband, but I'd heard other men say it too.
For a forty year old I had managed to retain most of my
youthful figure, all right I was a little softer and my
tits drooped ever so slightly, but I could still give
younger girls a run for their money if I was so
inclined, the problem was that I was no longer inclined.
While my husband had been alive sex had been almost a
daily event, he had been a randy sod and had even
resorted to buggery once a month during my periods, but
now I just couldn't seem to get interested let alone
excited about sex, but I did let a few men date me about
three months after I became a widow, I even let a couple
of them take me to bed though I got little pleasure from
it.
Then, when I least expected it, my life was turned
around again, Luke, my son, had sat his finals and came
home to await the results, as most of his friends were
some distance away he spent a lot of time just sitting
around at home, I was glad of his company though. He'd
been home for about a week when Luke announced that he
was going to take me out for a meal or something.
"You don't have to do that," I smiled, pleased at his
offer.
"Course I do," Luke laughed "you don't think I'm going
to have the prettiest mum in the world and not show her
off every now and then."
"Oh Luke," I laughed "you'll make me blush."
"Not you mummy dear," he grinned "the last time you
blushed was when dad whipped your knickers off at that
party. Oh sorry mum, I wasn't thinking."
"It's all right Luke," I smiled "it's the things like
that that I remember fondly about your father, I'm over
the worst of it now so don't go pussy footing around
it."
"Okay mum," he replied giving me a hug.
As he released me I felt myself going all warm and
tingly all over, but in particular in my pussy, I was
shocked at myself, but at the same time I was enjoying
the feeling, it was the first time I'd felt this way in
over three months.
"So," Luke was saying. "You go and put on your sexiest
dress and your most alluring war-paint and I'll take you
out. Oh and don't forget the naughty skimpies
underneath."
Laughing I headed for my room, there was quite a
selection of clothing in my wardrobe which included a
whole array of lingerie, my husband had loved to see me
in sexy outfits, in a sudden fit of madness I chose my
favourite basque, it had quarter cups and lifted up my
boobs to show off my nipples to a treat. A pair of my
sheerest seamed black stockings completed the
undergarments and I turned my attention to the dresses,
the one I chose had a plunging neckline and though it
came down to below my knees it had a split in the side
seam that came right up to the top of my leg, a little
make-up and a brush of my hair and I was done.
Looking at myself in the mirror I felt so sexy, even if
it was only my son I was going out with I was suddenly
feeling good about myself and not a little horny, I had
the feeling that when I got home I'd have to masturbate
for a good while. When I went back downstairs Luke was
just putting on his coat, he looked at me as I joined
him and gave a wolf whistle.
"You look good enough to eat," he grinned. "Boy, will
you turn some heads tonight."
"I'll do then?" I laughed giving a little twirl.
"I'll say," he grinned and winked.
The restaurant my son took me to was a lovely little
French place, it wasn't large, but the atmosphere was
intimate and the food was not that bad, though a little
pricey for what you got. Over the meal my son and I
laughed and chatted about everything and nothing, I must
admit to having a little too much wine and I was feeling
more than a bit merry when we ordered our after dinner
brandy.
"Shall I tell you something?" I said quietly leaning
over the table.
Luke's eyes had gone wide and were staring down my
cleavage, but I didn't really notice this as I waited
for him to respond, suddenly he grinned and leant
forward towards me. "What do you want to tell me?" he
almost whispered.
"I'm not wearing any panties." I giggled at him.
Luke sat back in his chair and laughed then leant
forward again.
"You're not wearing a bra either," he grinned.
I looked down in surprise at my gaping top then looked
at him and grinned.
"I'm wearing a basque," I said poking my tongue out at
him "so there.
Did you get a good look then?"
"You bet I did," he laughed quietly. "And if you give
the waiter a quick peek we can get away from here
without leaving a tip."
"Luke!" I laughed in mock shock and sitting back in my
chair "That's exactly what your father said the last
time I wore this dress."
"I can't be wrong then." Luke laughed as the waiter came
back to the table with our drinks.
To be honest I was really enjoying the bawdy banter, in
more ways than one and when I saw my son looking at me
speculatively over his brandy glass I smiled seductively
at him.
"What?" I asked.
"I was just wondering if you really weren't wearing any
knickers." he grinned lowering his glass.
"I'm not and I can prove it if you like," I responded
challengingly.
"I'd like," he replied to my challenge.
I slid my chair around the table until I was right
beside him, the slit of my dress right next to his leg,
after a quick look around I took hold of his hand and
shoved it into the slit and placed it on my bare pussy.
"There!" I laughed.
His hand lingered on my pussy for a while and I felt it
rub against me a little sending a shiver of excitement
through me, I was surprised at myself for acting the way
I was, but I was also enjoying it one hell of a lot.
Almost reluctantly Luke moved his hand away from me, he
was smiling as he raised his hand to his nose and
sniffed at his fingers.
"You smell nice," he grinned. "I bet you taste nice
too."
"Cheeky bugger," I laughed. "Just watch it sonny Jim."
"I have been, and I enjoyed the view," my son laughed.
There was nothing I could say to that so I laughed while
wondering just what the hell had got into me, this was
my son I was flirting with yet I was enjoying his
attentions as if he had been my late husband. Luke
called for the bill as I continued to puzzle over the
strange mood that had come over me, there was no sane,
logical explanation for it, but it was harmless and we
were both enjoying ourselves so why was I worrying?
Besides, Luke was a handsome young man and I felt
flattered that he of all people thought that I was still
attractive despite my age, he was probably biased, but I
valued his opinion more than anyone else's now I was a
widow, I looked at him and saw that he was watching me
with what I would have sworn was a hungry look in his
eyes, the sort of look his father always had when he was
about to fuck me, but I put it down to my own
foolishness.
"Come on then mother dear," Luke smiled as he put his
wallet away "let's take a walk to settle our meal."
He offered me his arm and I took it as we walked out of
the restaurant, Luke seemed to have an idea of where he
was heading so I just leant against him and let him
guide our steps, neither of us spoke, we just enjoyed
the clear night air in an intimate silence.
After a while I began to feel excited, it was the feel
of the night air on my bare pussy and nipples that was
the cause of it, I'd forgotten how randy I got walking
along with no underwear on, my husband, God bless him,
had always said I was an exhibitionist at heart, maybe
he had been right, the thrills I was feeling certainly
were growing with each step we took.
Then we came to a dark lane, I could see cars parked in
little lay-bys and suddenly realised that we were at the
local Lover's Lane, my husband had always enjoyed
bringing me here and now I was here with my son, a
sudden surge of sensations ran through me making me
shudder and I had to suppress a gasp as it dawned on me
that I was having a minor climax.
"Are you all right mum?" Luke asked stopping us in the
middle of the lane.
"Fine," I said a little breathlessly "just fine."
Just a few feet away there was a bench and I found
myself being steered towards it by my son, he sat me
down then sat close beside me, I could feel his leg
pressing against mine and felt another wave of bliss
building up inside me. Luke put an arm around my
shoulder and drew me to him, I felt strangely comforted
as I leant against his chest with his arm across my
shoulders, comforted and excited. A shudder ran through
me as I climaxed again, I couldn't believe what was
happening, but the pleasure I was feeling was too strong
to ignore.
"Cold?" Luke asked as I trembled against him.
"No," I sighed trying to keep the excitement out of my
voice "definitely not cold."
My son twisted around and I felt his hand tilt my face
up so that he could see it, he looked deep into my eyes
then grinned knowingly, I knew he had guessed the reason
for my shakes and instead of shame I felt only
excitement.
"Want to go home?" he asked.
"Please," I breathed.
As soon as we got home I intended going up to my room
and giving myself a real orgasm, though I wondered if
even that would ease the desire I felt burning inside
me, then I realised that Luke wasn't making a move to
depart. I looked at him and saw he was looking around
us, puzzled I followed his gaze, but I could see nothing
or no-one, I almost jumped off the seat when I felt a
warm hand slide onto my leg through the slit in my dress
then move up to my pussy.
"Luke!" I gasped in excited surprise.
He just smiled as his hand began to trace my pussy, his
fingers running over me lightly then pausing to gently
rub at my clit, I know I should have pushed his hand
away or jumped to my feet, anything but not just sit
there and enjoy what he was doing to me.
Excitement raged in me drowning the shock I felt at my
son's actions and my own submission to them, his fingers
were moving faster on my clit and I couldn't hold back a
gasp as he made me climax, but that wasn't the end of
it, as I leant against him shivering with delight my son
slid his fingers down to my wet hole and gently pushed
two of them into me.
"God Luke!" I gasped as my orgasm grew stronger "Oh God,
I shouldn't be letting you do this to me!"
His response was to move his fingers a little fast in my
pussy and to tilt my head up with his other hand, I
looked at his face as it came closer to mine and groaned
as I felt his warm lips press down on mine gently. With
a jerk I hit a new peak, red hot ecstasy ran through me
as I shuddered against my son, his fingers buried deep
inside me as I pushed down on them, his lips suddenly
hungry on mine as I groaned out my bliss into his mouth.
Then, as my peak faded, Luke moved his hand from my
pussy and parted our lips with a sigh, I felt warm and
shaky inside as he stood up then drew me to my feet.
"Let's go home," he said quietly, suggestively.
Walking at his side, leaning on his arm with tremors
still running through me I felt shocked at myself for
allowing Luke to finger me as he had, for some reason I
felt helpless, it was ridiculous, but I just couldn't
seem to resist him or the joy he was making me feel.
I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't realise we'd
reached home until we were inside the house and Luke was
closing the door, feeling unsteady I headed to the
living room and poured myself a large Martini, my son
was at my side a moment later as I downed the drink in
one go.
"Oh Luke," I sighed pouring myself another drink "I
shouldn't have let you do those things to me."
Grinning Luke poured himself a large brandy then took
hold of my free wrist, I tossed back my drink as he
guided my hand down to the front of his trousers, he
pressed my hand to his trousers and I felt the hard
shape of his cock, hard and erect in the confines of his
clothes. Gasping I looked at my son's face, he was
smiling at me as he held my hand to his groin, the look
in his eyes was desire and I felt both stunned and
flattered that I was the object of that desire and when
he let go of my wrist I just couldn't help myself any
more, I gently rubbed at the shape of his cock through
his clothes.
Without a word Luke put down his glass and took me in
his arms, his lips coming down on mine in a burningly
passionate kiss that sent tingles of delight spreading
through me, I felt his hands tugging at my back then my
dress felt suddenly loose and I gasped into his mouth at
the knowledge that he had opened the zip of my dress.
Parting our lips my son pushed the dress from my
shoulders and slid it down my body, it fell in a
crumpled heap around my ankles as he took a step back
and gazed at me in the bright light of the living room,
I felt my nipples tingle as his eyes passed over them
and my pussy ached as his eyes went lower.
"God you are a beautiful woman Irene," Luke breathed in
excitement.
"Luke!" I gasped out as his hands started to undo his
own clothing.
I felt mesmerised, trapped, unable to protest or move as
I watched my son undress in front of me, his eyes
constantly roaming over my body and when he pushed off
his underpants to reveal the raging erection he bore I
felt the breath catch in my throat.
"Luke!" I said weakly as he raised his hands to my
breasts.
"Hush mum," he said quietly as his hands stroked my
heavy globes "just enjoy it."
I was having no trouble in that despite all my shock at
what was happening I was enjoying it more than I ever
would have believed possible, yet a part of me wanted to
put a stop to it, to end the foolishness before it went
too far, but I couldn't find the will to act as I knew I
should and when my son began to tease my nipples I felt
only bliss as an orgasmic tide rose in me. As I started
to shudder one of my son's hands slide down my body to
my pussy while he leant forward to take my nipple in his
mouth.
I felt like two people, one who was watching as though
from a distance feeling shocked at what was happening,
the other feeling wild elation at the pleasure my son's
attentions were giving me and when I felt his fingers
slide into my pussy while his thumb pressed on my clit I
cried out in sheer delight.
A few seconds or minutes or hours later I felt my son's
hands moving from my breast and pussy, his mouth
releasing my nipple, then he was holding me firmly, I
gasped as he swept me off my feet and lowered me to the
carpet with my body still shaking from orgasmic bliss.
"Please Luke!" I gasped out weakly.
Even I wasn't sure whether I was begging him to stop or
pleading with him to take me, I felt so mixed up and so
wildly excited that it could have been either or both,
but Luke felt no confusion as he came between my legs
and pressed his cock to my pussy.
"LUKE!" I cried as I felt him surging into me, my body
rising of its own accord to meet him.
If I had felt ecstatic before I felt overwhelmed now as
my son began to move his cock in my pussy with a
deliciously slow, firm stroke, leaning over me he
twisted his head to suck at one of my nipples while he
used one hand to play with the other and his other arm
to support himself, all my thoughts were suddenly
engulfed by pure bursts of delectable sensations. I
could hear myself crying out as though I was listening
from a distance, my cries begging him to 'fuck me',
pleading with him to 'fill me', had I been able to think
I would have felt disgusted at my reactions, but all I
could do was feel as I rode on roller coasters of
ecstasy.
Luke was moving faster in me and I was moving with him,
it was as though my body had taken total control as it
savoured what it desired to the full, in a moment of
clarity I found that I had wrapped my arms and legs
about his body, holding him to me as his cock slid in
and out of my burning pussy and my mind was overwhelmed
by sensations again.
Then my son thrust into me and groaned, his body
trembled against mine and I felt a burst of heat deep
inside me as his semen flowed thickly, screaming out my
passion as my body bucked and writhed under him I let
myself drown in the sheer bliss of the moment and when
my peak faded I could still feel my son moving in my
pussy even as his cock began to shrink.
When at last Luke rolled off me I lay panting and
shaking, unable to control the tremors that ran through
my body or my ragged, over-excited breathing, beside me
my son sat up and I sensed that he was looking down at
me, turning my head I looked up at him with glazed eyes.
"You are fantastic," Luke smiled down at me, his chest
heaving from his exertions.
Leaning over he kissed me gently and I felt a tingle run
through me, it was frightening the way I felt about my
own son, yet I couldn't deny it any longer, my own body
had betrayed me, I had enjoyed every single moment of
his lust, even though I felt guilty, shocked and
disgusted all three emotions couldn't compare to the
satisfaction I felt and the joy he had given me.
"Oh Luke," I sighed as soon as I had recovered enough to
sit up. "Luke, we shouldn't have done it, I shouldn't
have let you do it, but God forgive me, I loved every
blissful moment of it."
"You'll love it again as soon as my cock gets hard
again," he laughed.
I knew from the tone of his voice and the way he put his
arm around me and drew me to him that there was nothing
I could say that would dissuade him from lusting after
me and to be honest I found myself feeling elated that
he would want me in that way, sighing I leant against
his chest and gazed down at his cock lying limp between
his legs. Though I knew a part of me would never really
accept the situation and would feel shock at it I also
knew that I would willingly give myself to my son
whenever he asked or even if he didn't ask.
Thinking back to my marriage I realised with surprise
that what I was feeling for Luke was what I had felt for
my late husband, I smiled to myself as I thought back to
those moments, like now, when I lay gazing down at my
husband's limp cock eagerly waiting for it to get hard
again then leaning down to take it in my mouth to help
it grow hard.
What a boy my son was, so much like his father yet so
different, I felt proud of his achievements and lusted
after his body with a passion that made my pussy grow
hotter and wetter, perhaps, like his father before him,
my son would bugger me when my periods came around, but
now all I wanted was to feel his cock inside me again,
as with his late father, I couldn't wait any longer.
"Let me help," I laughed lightly as I leant down to take
my son's cock in my mouth.
END
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