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I was totally horny. I couldn't stand it any longer. My
husband, Jim was away on business again and I couldn't
wait another minute, much less another two days. My
son, Paul was out on a date, so I was all alone in the
house... alone and frustrated! My pussy wanted
attention in the worst way. Since Jim wasn't around to
help the situation, I was just going to have to take
matters into my own hands... so to speak.
I wasn't new to masturbation. Quite the contrary. I
loved doing it. It was fun. Some of my girl friends
said that they would never do such a thing to
themselves. It was too "dykey". That's a lot of crap. I
like it. It feels good. But I don't have any desire to
mess around with other women. It's just a personal
experience that I enjoy whenever Jim can't fulfill my
needs. (Actually, I think some of my friends really do
it, but they're too chicken to admit it.)
So, there I was... horny as a girl could be, and the
house completely to myself. I was all alone. I was
really going to enjoy this. I put some light music on
the stereo in the bedroom, turned down the lights, and
pulled the corner of the sheets down on my side (the
left) of the bed.
Then I went and took a shower.
While drying off in the dressing area, I glanced at my
reflection in the mirror. "Not bad for 35," I thought.
I was in pretty good shape. I looked like I was in my
twenties, rather than a tired old mom of 35. Up to now,
I had little trouble keeping my 5'-6" frame at a steady
110 pounds. I was especially thankful for the
appearance of my breasts. Not huge by some standards
(36D), but Jim insisted that their shape and size is
perfect for me. I believe him.
I'm not really preoccupied with my body. I just take
inventory from time to time.
Now it was time for some periodic maintenance. I took
my razor from the drawer and made my way into the
bathroom. With one leg up on the edge of the toilet, I
began to shave the three-day stubble from my hairless
cunt. Yes, hairless! It had been my husband's idea. Jim
loves to eat my pussy more if it's completely shaven.
He told me once that it was because it made me look
even younger. I think he's got a fantasy about fucking
little girls, maybe he even does... but I don't care as
long as he brings that big, thick cock of his home to
me when he's finished.
With a splash of my favorite after-bath, I was
finished.
I made my way back to the bed and hopped in. I put the
covers over me, put my arms behind my head and relaxed.
(Gee, I just love how the cool, satin sheets feel
against my naked body, especially my hairless pussy.)
This was always the hardest part. What do I start to
think about? How do I get in the mood. I wondered what
my husband was doing right now... fucking some
squealing little motel maid senseless, no doubt. Oh, I
knew what he got up to on these business trips. How? He
told me!... Yep, Jim told me everything. I didn't mind,
in fact, it actually enhanced our sex life. When Jim
came home and told me of his sexual indiscretions -- in
detail -- we normally fucked for hours! So noisily at
times, I was certain our son, Paul, could hear us.
I suddenly wondered if my 16-year-old son Paul
masturbated while Jim and I fucked. A vivid image of my
son's strong young body lying back on his bed, cock in
hand, fisting himslef while he listened to Jim fucking
the living daylights out of me, flashed into my horny
mind. My pussy began to itch with moist arousal. Jesus!
What was I doing! I was getting sexually aroused by
thinking about my own son! I tried to stop thinking
about it, but the image remained. Have you ever tried
NOT to think about something? The more you try, the
more you can't stop!
In desperation, I looked frantically around the room
for something to distract my lustful i****tuous
thoughts. I looked to my left and could see myself in
the mirrored closet door. I flashed back to when I saw
myself in the dressing area mirror and how glad I was
about how I looked. I began to wonder what Jim and I
looked like when we made love.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I watched the
covers rise and roll as I moved my right hand over to
my left breast. I cupped it gently. I ran my fingers
lightly around the underside and would occasionally
push it up in a reassuring grasp. "What does this look
like?" I wondered. I bet Paul would love to see that.
STOP IT! I thought, you're his mother for crissakes! I
rolled onto my left side and continued to look at
myself in the mirror. I pulled the covers down until my
navel was visible. I looked at how my full breasts
formed a deep line in the middle of my chest.
My caressing, however gentle, had caused my nipple to
shrink and become erect. I liked it. All thoughts of my
son had vanished, or rather, been temporarily
suppressed. I was feeling good!
I widened my touch to cover my entire left breast. A
great tingle shot through my body the first time my
nipple was rubbed by the palm of my hand. I began to
lightly squeeze my breast, leaving my nipple exposed in
the space between my thumb and forefinger.
I was beginning to feel the benefits of my caresses in
an area other than my breasts. I could feel a dampness
beginning to form deep within my groin.
Soon my left nipple was getting a bit too sensitive to
my touch. I brought my hand to my mouth and briefly
sucked on the index and middle fingers. I returned my
hand to my breast and deposited as much saliva as I
could directly on my nipple. This certainly helped. I
repeated the process with ever increasing frequency. I
expanded my attentions to include both breasts.
After a while, I found that my saliva wasn't helping
with the increasing speed and firmness with which I was
caressing myself. I needed a thicker, and more
slippery, lubricant. I definitely knew where to find
one.
Still on my side, I continued to watch in the mirror
and uncovered the rest of my body.
I started to raise my right leg.
I had a perfect view of my pussy. As I my leg rose, I
could tell that my wetness had caused the lips of my
pussy to stick together. As it went higher and higher,
my lips began to open on their own. It was a very
erotic sight.
I used my index and ring fingers to spread my cunt
lips. I could see my fully exposed clitoris and the
opening to my vagina clearly in the mirror. I slowly
pushed my middle finger into my cunt. I let out a short
gasp. (There is something very unique about the first
stroke into a woman's vagina.) I moved it around and
felt every bump of my precious insides. I began to move
my finger in and out; knowing that this would cause my
body to immediately produce more of the lubricant that
I sought.
Indeed it did. Soon my hand was coated with the clear
fluid. I removed my hand and moved it towards my
breast. I was excited with feeling of the warm slippery
juices clinging to my fingers.
Eagerly, I began to spread the slick lubricant over my
nipples. My body reacted instantly. My pussy rushed to
make more and my nipples sent shivers the length of my
body every time my fingers touched them. Again and
again my hand returned to between my legs for the
sensuous nectar. Faster and faster I rubbed it all over
my breasts. My breathing became faster and heavier. As
it evaporated, I could feel my chest becoming more and
more sticky. Every time I moved and my breasts would
part, I could see my juices clinging to try and
maintain contact with both of them. I could now smell
the musk that I was so happily spreading on my body.
The mirror was unimportant now. I shut my eyes and laid
flat on my back. Both hands were free to bring the
wetness from my cunt and place it anywhere I wanted.
I used my right hand to caress my breasts and allowed
my left to remain between my legs. I inserted my middle
and ring fingers into my vagina and rubbed my clitoris
with the upper part of my palm. I was in ecstasy!
I began to use my right hand to feel what my left was
doing to me. As if detached from my body, I wanted it
to feel my middle finger move in and out of my vagina.
I wanted it to feel how, with each outward stroke, a
small amount of my inner flesh would follow my finger
out. Faster and faster I moved my fingers inside my
body.
I brought my wet right hand up to my nose and took in a
deep breath of the sweet magic aroma. I opened my eyes
only to briefly look at my slick glistening fingers
before they disappeared into my mouth. I licked and
sucked feverishly at every digit. It was like I had a
great thirst that would never be satisfied. Again and
again I wet my hand with my cunt juices and coated my
lips and tongue with the special taste. My left hand
continued the in and out thrusting of my fingers and
the up and down caressing of my clit. My eyes remained
riveted shut. I was a million miles away. My orgasm was
fast approaching.
"Mom?" is what I heard and it seemed to echo from a
great distance.
But it was close. Paul had come home early from his
date and was standing right next to the bed. My body
tensed and instantly froze. My mouth was open and my
tongue was between my fingers. My legs were spread
eagled on the bed and my exposed pussy was in plan
view. Two fingers of my left hand was still buried deep
inside my vagina.
After a tenth of a second, that seemed like an
eternity, I relaxed again. My passion, momentarily
gone, had now returned with full force. When my eyes
focused for the first time, I could see that Paul had
been there for some time, stroking his cock. He was
completely naked. His magnificent young prick was fully
erect and standing straight out from his body. The tip
of his penis had already begun to ooze its own clear
wetness.
There we were... mother and son... both naked. Me,
totally exposed along one side of the bed, involved in
what was up to now, a completely private experience.
There was Paul, leaning against the bed, a huge,
throbbing erection in his young fist, obviously
excited. Then he spoke again, very softly. "Don't stop,
Mom. Please don't stop."
His voice was calm, reassuring, supportive, and gentle.
Instantly, my guilt and embarrassment faded, to be
replaced by love and rekindled lust for my handsome
young son. I sensed he wanted me badly. The way he was
looking at me made my pussy tingle with need. I should
have put an end to this madness right then and there,
but I couldn't help myself.
I resumed the thrusting of my fingers in my pussy,
watching the look on my son's face. His eyes were wide
and gleaming and he was breathing heavily, his gaze
fixed on my juicy, hairless cunt-slit. I finished
licking the wetness from my fingers and closed my eyes
again.
"Oh baby, I shouldn't be doing this in front of you..."
I heard myself say. "but... I'm just so horny!"
"Me too Mom. Me too," was his reply. "You look so sexy
rubbing you pussy that way. Does it feel good?"
"Oh yes... yes it does," I said.
I felt a warm drop on my stomach. I opened my eyes and
again looked at Paul. He was using his fist to rub his
throbbing erection. That, coupled with the sight of
what I was doing, was really turning him on. He was so
close to the bed, the lubricant from the tip of his
penis was beginning to drip onto my body. My pussy gave
a twitch at the thought of my own son's spermy fluid
dripping onto my feverish body. I suddenly had the urge
to touch his cock.
"Oh honey, you're so hard!" I gasped, "Here, let me
help you with that."
I moved my left hand from my pussy. It was completely
coated with a slick film of moisture. Threads of the
sticky juices stretched from finger to finger as my
hand made its way to my son's crotch. With a confident
motion, my hand wrapped around his stiff cock. Quickly,
I lubricated the shaft with my wetness. With a firm
grip, I began to stroke him. I had never felt so
excited in my life!
I reveled in the feeling of every bump and vein as they
moved underneath the outer skin of his penis. God, only
16, but his cock was as big as his fathers! I marveled
at how the circumcised head would partially disappear
into the skin collected at the apex of my stroke. I was
delighted every time my actions would cause another
drop of his wetness to make its way to my stomach via a
long liquid thread.
He watched intently and gasped, "Oh yes! Oh yes, that
feels so good, Mom!"
I brought my right hand to the small pool of my son's
juices that had formed on my stomach. I played with it
and rubbed it 'round and 'round. I coated my fingers
with it and then placed them where they would do the
most good... in my hot, sticky cunt. Once again, I
concentrated on my own pleasures by plunging my fingers
back into my overheated fuck-hole. Again and again I
collected Paul's seminal fluid's to lubricate my
thrusting fingers; all the while continuing to fuck my
son's cock with my left hand.
I first sensed it when my hand was near his balls. He
was going to come. He didn't have to tell me, but he
did anyway. I ever so slightly pushed his prick towards
the lower portion of my body.
His cock swelled against my grip. Paul's head fell back
and his back arched sexily, his hips jerking in a
fucking motion into my fist as he groaned in orgasm.
A long creamy white stream of cum burst from the end of
his prick. Most of it landed across my perfectly
hairless cunt, as I had hoped. A slender strand of cum
ran along my lower abdomen and up to the side of my
body. It stopped precisely under my son's cock.
A second spasm from Paul's body deposited an equal
volume of rich, i****tuous sperm almost in the same
place.
I kept stroking him as again and again his slender
young body convulsed. Then his ejaculations diminished.
Each new spasm produced less and less cum that was now
landing on my arm, closer and closer to its point of
origin.
For a woman, at least this woman, the moment of a man's
orgasm is very precious indeed. He is completely
vulnerable. He cannot stop or alter the inevitable
results. He has no control over his body. All of my
actions culminated in this moment. I had caused this to
happen. I was in control.
The proof of my success, similar to a rainbow after a
storm, is the wondrous sight of a man's cum spurting
from his penis. Some women don't like it. Some are
turned off by the taste, smell, and texture. Some don't
like to see it or feel their lovers come in their
mouths. They feel controlled.
Not me. I am in control. I can decide when he is to
have an orgasm. When a man's penis is in my hands, or
in my mouth, I can determine the exact moment when I
will have his cum. It is on my terms. I almost feel
that a man's cum is actually mine. In this case, the
'man' was actually a boy... my own son, but it didn't
seem to matter any more. All that mattered was that he
was male and I was female, with the right equipment to
give each other pleasure and right now that was exactly
what both of us needed badly.
The sight of what Paul had done was overwhelming. Huge
drops of the white translucent cream slowly dripped
down my arm. I was beginning to feel his warm cum drip
from my pubic bone and down to my pussy. I released my
grip on my son's cock and used both hands to open
myself as wide as I could. We both watched as the
thick, pearly flow oozed down over my belly and
trickled slowly between the hairless lips of my cunt.
Just as it reached my swollen clitoris, it instantly
mixed with the wetness already there and quickly raced
towards my open cunt, and began to seep inside.
Now it was my turn. I began to rub my pussy with
rapidly intensifying movements. I rubbed the sticky
combination of my own juices and Paul's cum all over my
clit. Faster and faster I went. My breasts jiggled with
every motion. I plunged as many fingers as I could deep
into my cunt and fucked them in and out. The depravity
of what I was doing only seemed to make me even hotter.
I was rubbing my own son's cum up inside my gaping
cunt... masturbating myself with his sperm while he
watched. God, what a turn on!
Again and again I fucked myself.
I was so close now. With cum still sliding down my arm,
I used my other hand to wildly pump my son's still
oozing cock.
Faster and faster. Harder and harder. Closer and closer
I came.
"Your hand! Give Mommy your hand, baby!", I managed to
gasp. My eyes opened wide and my back arched. I grabbed
his left hand and quickly thrust three of his fingers
into my cunt that was on the verge of eruption. I held
my pussy open and I rubbed my clit as fast as I could.
"Oh Fuck me Pauly! Fuck me! Fuck Mommy with your
fingers, baby!" I yelled.
As my son slid his stiffened fingers in and out of my
cunt, I bucked my hips up off the bed frantically,
secretly wishing it was his big, thick teenage cock he
was fucking me with.
And then I came.
My stomach muscles contracted over and over again.
Spasm after spasm. Each time, my lungs expanded and
quickly collapsed, causing me to emit huge gasps. My
head and chest lunged upward over and over again.
I could feel my pussy contract over and over again.
Each time, I could feel my muscles clench tightly
around my son's still thrusting fingers. Each time, I
felt my body just gush more and more of my cum onto his
hand. I heard that wet sucking sound made every time
his fingers momentarily left my cunt.
And then it was over.
I fell back onto the bed and, for an instant, couldn't
move. My eyes were shut tight. My hands rested over
Paul's to keep his fingers in me. Ever so slightly he
would move just the tip of a finger and my whole body
would instantly jerk once more.
We remained essentially motionless. I could still feel
my muscles randomly spasm on his fingers. I looked up
at him with loving eyes. My own son had given me the
most wonderfully exciting orgasm of my whole life. But
his cock was still as hard as a railroad spike... and
twice as long! I suddenly had a wanton urge to have
that gorgeous young prick slamming deep up inside my
tingling twat.
I raised my hands up to my son and motioned him over
me. He removed his hand from my cunt, placed himself
over me and knelt between my legs. I reached out with
both hands and lightly grabbed his still erect cock. I
drew it towards my pussy. I let go with one hand and
began to collect some cum from my cunt. He gasped as I
used my hand to rub my juices all over the shaft of his
long, thick shaft.
After it was well lubricated, I drew him closer while I
held my pussy open. A drop of his cum still hung from
his gorgeous young prick by a slender string. I placed
it right on my exposed clit and then began to rub his
cock all over my pussy. Then, with a short rapid up and
down motion, I used his cock to again separate my cunt
lips. I placed the tip just inside my vagina. I looked
him straight in the eye and said, "Fuck me, son!", and
slid his cock home.
His young cock completely filled my cunt, and for a
moment, we laid there motionless. Paul rested his
hairless chest on my tits and supported his weight with
his elbows. He kissed me softly on the lips. Lovingly,
like he'd always done... then suddenly his mouth opened
and his tongue slithered between my lips, right into my
mouth, and he kissed me like no son was ever meant to
kiss his mother.
I moaned and kissed him back, sending my own tongue
deep into his mouth. He tasted fresh and clean and
young... and my pussy creamed at the thought of
actually fucking him. Jim would freak out if he could
see me now, I thought, this time I'd have the erotic
story to tell when he got home.
I looked over to his left hand and could see just how
strong my orgasm had been. His hand literally dripped.
I could smell the special mixture of his cum and my
own. It was almost clear and looked like an egg white
as it coated his fingers.
I moved my head over to it and licked some onto my
tongue. It was delightful. I could easily distinguish
our unique tastes. Quickly, I rubbed my tongue over my
son's lips in hopes that he would share this very
special moment.
He did... and with a low growl, Paul began to fuck me.
We writhed and moaned like a****ls for what seemed like
hours, Paul slamming his cock deep up into my juice-
filled cunt, and me hunching my hips up off the bed to
receive him. I came three times before my son finally
shuddered and emptied his young balls into my hot,
clasping pussy.
We fucked like that all weekend long, enjoying each
other whenever the urge arose, which was most of the
time! I'd forgotten how quickly and easily a horny
young 16-year-old boy can recover!
But the time, Jim returned home, I was walking sperm
bank. Except that all the sperm sloshing around in my
ass, cunt and belly belonged to my virile young son.
Now, I can't wait until Jim goes away on another of his
extended business trips. Neither can Paul!
husband, Jim was away on business again and I couldn't
wait another minute, much less another two days. My
son, Paul was out on a date, so I was all alone in the
house... alone and frustrated! My pussy wanted
attention in the worst way. Since Jim wasn't around to
help the situation, I was just going to have to take
matters into my own hands... so to speak.
I wasn't new to masturbation. Quite the contrary. I
loved doing it. It was fun. Some of my girl friends
said that they would never do such a thing to
themselves. It was too "dykey". That's a lot of crap. I
like it. It feels good. But I don't have any desire to
mess around with other women. It's just a personal
experience that I enjoy whenever Jim can't fulfill my
needs. (Actually, I think some of my friends really do
it, but they're too chicken to admit it.)
So, there I was... horny as a girl could be, and the
house completely to myself. I was all alone. I was
really going to enjoy this. I put some light music on
the stereo in the bedroom, turned down the lights, and
pulled the corner of the sheets down on my side (the
left) of the bed.
Then I went and took a shower.
While drying off in the dressing area, I glanced at my
reflection in the mirror. "Not bad for 35," I thought.
I was in pretty good shape. I looked like I was in my
twenties, rather than a tired old mom of 35. Up to now,
I had little trouble keeping my 5'-6" frame at a steady
110 pounds. I was especially thankful for the
appearance of my breasts. Not huge by some standards
(36D), but Jim insisted that their shape and size is
perfect for me. I believe him.
I'm not really preoccupied with my body. I just take
inventory from time to time.
Now it was time for some periodic maintenance. I took
my razor from the drawer and made my way into the
bathroom. With one leg up on the edge of the toilet, I
began to shave the three-day stubble from my hairless
cunt. Yes, hairless! It had been my husband's idea. Jim
loves to eat my pussy more if it's completely shaven.
He told me once that it was because it made me look
even younger. I think he's got a fantasy about fucking
little girls, maybe he even does... but I don't care as
long as he brings that big, thick cock of his home to
me when he's finished.
With a splash of my favorite after-bath, I was
finished.
I made my way back to the bed and hopped in. I put the
covers over me, put my arms behind my head and relaxed.
(Gee, I just love how the cool, satin sheets feel
against my naked body, especially my hairless pussy.)
This was always the hardest part. What do I start to
think about? How do I get in the mood. I wondered what
my husband was doing right now... fucking some
squealing little motel maid senseless, no doubt. Oh, I
knew what he got up to on these business trips. How? He
told me!... Yep, Jim told me everything. I didn't mind,
in fact, it actually enhanced our sex life. When Jim
came home and told me of his sexual indiscretions -- in
detail -- we normally fucked for hours! So noisily at
times, I was certain our son, Paul, could hear us.
I suddenly wondered if my 16-year-old son Paul
masturbated while Jim and I fucked. A vivid image of my
son's strong young body lying back on his bed, cock in
hand, fisting himslef while he listened to Jim fucking
the living daylights out of me, flashed into my horny
mind. My pussy began to itch with moist arousal. Jesus!
What was I doing! I was getting sexually aroused by
thinking about my own son! I tried to stop thinking
about it, but the image remained. Have you ever tried
NOT to think about something? The more you try, the
more you can't stop!
In desperation, I looked frantically around the room
for something to distract my lustful i****tuous
thoughts. I looked to my left and could see myself in
the mirrored closet door. I flashed back to when I saw
myself in the dressing area mirror and how glad I was
about how I looked. I began to wonder what Jim and I
looked like when we made love.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I watched the
covers rise and roll as I moved my right hand over to
my left breast. I cupped it gently. I ran my fingers
lightly around the underside and would occasionally
push it up in a reassuring grasp. "What does this look
like?" I wondered. I bet Paul would love to see that.
STOP IT! I thought, you're his mother for crissakes! I
rolled onto my left side and continued to look at
myself in the mirror. I pulled the covers down until my
navel was visible. I looked at how my full breasts
formed a deep line in the middle of my chest.
My caressing, however gentle, had caused my nipple to
shrink and become erect. I liked it. All thoughts of my
son had vanished, or rather, been temporarily
suppressed. I was feeling good!
I widened my touch to cover my entire left breast. A
great tingle shot through my body the first time my
nipple was rubbed by the palm of my hand. I began to
lightly squeeze my breast, leaving my nipple exposed in
the space between my thumb and forefinger.
I was beginning to feel the benefits of my caresses in
an area other than my breasts. I could feel a dampness
beginning to form deep within my groin.
Soon my left nipple was getting a bit too sensitive to
my touch. I brought my hand to my mouth and briefly
sucked on the index and middle fingers. I returned my
hand to my breast and deposited as much saliva as I
could directly on my nipple. This certainly helped. I
repeated the process with ever increasing frequency. I
expanded my attentions to include both breasts.
After a while, I found that my saliva wasn't helping
with the increasing speed and firmness with which I was
caressing myself. I needed a thicker, and more
slippery, lubricant. I definitely knew where to find
one.
Still on my side, I continued to watch in the mirror
and uncovered the rest of my body.
I started to raise my right leg.
I had a perfect view of my pussy. As I my leg rose, I
could tell that my wetness had caused the lips of my
pussy to stick together. As it went higher and higher,
my lips began to open on their own. It was a very
erotic sight.
I used my index and ring fingers to spread my cunt
lips. I could see my fully exposed clitoris and the
opening to my vagina clearly in the mirror. I slowly
pushed my middle finger into my cunt. I let out a short
gasp. (There is something very unique about the first
stroke into a woman's vagina.) I moved it around and
felt every bump of my precious insides. I began to move
my finger in and out; knowing that this would cause my
body to immediately produce more of the lubricant that
I sought.
Indeed it did. Soon my hand was coated with the clear
fluid. I removed my hand and moved it towards my
breast. I was excited with feeling of the warm slippery
juices clinging to my fingers.
Eagerly, I began to spread the slick lubricant over my
nipples. My body reacted instantly. My pussy rushed to
make more and my nipples sent shivers the length of my
body every time my fingers touched them. Again and
again my hand returned to between my legs for the
sensuous nectar. Faster and faster I rubbed it all over
my breasts. My breathing became faster and heavier. As
it evaporated, I could feel my chest becoming more and
more sticky. Every time I moved and my breasts would
part, I could see my juices clinging to try and
maintain contact with both of them. I could now smell
the musk that I was so happily spreading on my body.
The mirror was unimportant now. I shut my eyes and laid
flat on my back. Both hands were free to bring the
wetness from my cunt and place it anywhere I wanted.
I used my right hand to caress my breasts and allowed
my left to remain between my legs. I inserted my middle
and ring fingers into my vagina and rubbed my clitoris
with the upper part of my palm. I was in ecstasy!
I began to use my right hand to feel what my left was
doing to me. As if detached from my body, I wanted it
to feel my middle finger move in and out of my vagina.
I wanted it to feel how, with each outward stroke, a
small amount of my inner flesh would follow my finger
out. Faster and faster I moved my fingers inside my
body.
I brought my wet right hand up to my nose and took in a
deep breath of the sweet magic aroma. I opened my eyes
only to briefly look at my slick glistening fingers
before they disappeared into my mouth. I licked and
sucked feverishly at every digit. It was like I had a
great thirst that would never be satisfied. Again and
again I wet my hand with my cunt juices and coated my
lips and tongue with the special taste. My left hand
continued the in and out thrusting of my fingers and
the up and down caressing of my clit. My eyes remained
riveted shut. I was a million miles away. My orgasm was
fast approaching.
"Mom?" is what I heard and it seemed to echo from a
great distance.
But it was close. Paul had come home early from his
date and was standing right next to the bed. My body
tensed and instantly froze. My mouth was open and my
tongue was between my fingers. My legs were spread
eagled on the bed and my exposed pussy was in plan
view. Two fingers of my left hand was still buried deep
inside my vagina.
After a tenth of a second, that seemed like an
eternity, I relaxed again. My passion, momentarily
gone, had now returned with full force. When my eyes
focused for the first time, I could see that Paul had
been there for some time, stroking his cock. He was
completely naked. His magnificent young prick was fully
erect and standing straight out from his body. The tip
of his penis had already begun to ooze its own clear
wetness.
There we were... mother and son... both naked. Me,
totally exposed along one side of the bed, involved in
what was up to now, a completely private experience.
There was Paul, leaning against the bed, a huge,
throbbing erection in his young fist, obviously
excited. Then he spoke again, very softly. "Don't stop,
Mom. Please don't stop."
His voice was calm, reassuring, supportive, and gentle.
Instantly, my guilt and embarrassment faded, to be
replaced by love and rekindled lust for my handsome
young son. I sensed he wanted me badly. The way he was
looking at me made my pussy tingle with need. I should
have put an end to this madness right then and there,
but I couldn't help myself.
I resumed the thrusting of my fingers in my pussy,
watching the look on my son's face. His eyes were wide
and gleaming and he was breathing heavily, his gaze
fixed on my juicy, hairless cunt-slit. I finished
licking the wetness from my fingers and closed my eyes
again.
"Oh baby, I shouldn't be doing this in front of you..."
I heard myself say. "but... I'm just so horny!"
"Me too Mom. Me too," was his reply. "You look so sexy
rubbing you pussy that way. Does it feel good?"
"Oh yes... yes it does," I said.
I felt a warm drop on my stomach. I opened my eyes and
again looked at Paul. He was using his fist to rub his
throbbing erection. That, coupled with the sight of
what I was doing, was really turning him on. He was so
close to the bed, the lubricant from the tip of his
penis was beginning to drip onto my body. My pussy gave
a twitch at the thought of my own son's spermy fluid
dripping onto my feverish body. I suddenly had the urge
to touch his cock.
"Oh honey, you're so hard!" I gasped, "Here, let me
help you with that."
I moved my left hand from my pussy. It was completely
coated with a slick film of moisture. Threads of the
sticky juices stretched from finger to finger as my
hand made its way to my son's crotch. With a confident
motion, my hand wrapped around his stiff cock. Quickly,
I lubricated the shaft with my wetness. With a firm
grip, I began to stroke him. I had never felt so
excited in my life!
I reveled in the feeling of every bump and vein as they
moved underneath the outer skin of his penis. God, only
16, but his cock was as big as his fathers! I marveled
at how the circumcised head would partially disappear
into the skin collected at the apex of my stroke. I was
delighted every time my actions would cause another
drop of his wetness to make its way to my stomach via a
long liquid thread.
He watched intently and gasped, "Oh yes! Oh yes, that
feels so good, Mom!"
I brought my right hand to the small pool of my son's
juices that had formed on my stomach. I played with it
and rubbed it 'round and 'round. I coated my fingers
with it and then placed them where they would do the
most good... in my hot, sticky cunt. Once again, I
concentrated on my own pleasures by plunging my fingers
back into my overheated fuck-hole. Again and again I
collected Paul's seminal fluid's to lubricate my
thrusting fingers; all the while continuing to fuck my
son's cock with my left hand.
I first sensed it when my hand was near his balls. He
was going to come. He didn't have to tell me, but he
did anyway. I ever so slightly pushed his prick towards
the lower portion of my body.
His cock swelled against my grip. Paul's head fell back
and his back arched sexily, his hips jerking in a
fucking motion into my fist as he groaned in orgasm.
A long creamy white stream of cum burst from the end of
his prick. Most of it landed across my perfectly
hairless cunt, as I had hoped. A slender strand of cum
ran along my lower abdomen and up to the side of my
body. It stopped precisely under my son's cock.
A second spasm from Paul's body deposited an equal
volume of rich, i****tuous sperm almost in the same
place.
I kept stroking him as again and again his slender
young body convulsed. Then his ejaculations diminished.
Each new spasm produced less and less cum that was now
landing on my arm, closer and closer to its point of
origin.
For a woman, at least this woman, the moment of a man's
orgasm is very precious indeed. He is completely
vulnerable. He cannot stop or alter the inevitable
results. He has no control over his body. All of my
actions culminated in this moment. I had caused this to
happen. I was in control.
The proof of my success, similar to a rainbow after a
storm, is the wondrous sight of a man's cum spurting
from his penis. Some women don't like it. Some are
turned off by the taste, smell, and texture. Some don't
like to see it or feel their lovers come in their
mouths. They feel controlled.
Not me. I am in control. I can decide when he is to
have an orgasm. When a man's penis is in my hands, or
in my mouth, I can determine the exact moment when I
will have his cum. It is on my terms. I almost feel
that a man's cum is actually mine. In this case, the
'man' was actually a boy... my own son, but it didn't
seem to matter any more. All that mattered was that he
was male and I was female, with the right equipment to
give each other pleasure and right now that was exactly
what both of us needed badly.
The sight of what Paul had done was overwhelming. Huge
drops of the white translucent cream slowly dripped
down my arm. I was beginning to feel his warm cum drip
from my pubic bone and down to my pussy. I released my
grip on my son's cock and used both hands to open
myself as wide as I could. We both watched as the
thick, pearly flow oozed down over my belly and
trickled slowly between the hairless lips of my cunt.
Just as it reached my swollen clitoris, it instantly
mixed with the wetness already there and quickly raced
towards my open cunt, and began to seep inside.
Now it was my turn. I began to rub my pussy with
rapidly intensifying movements. I rubbed the sticky
combination of my own juices and Paul's cum all over my
clit. Faster and faster I went. My breasts jiggled with
every motion. I plunged as many fingers as I could deep
into my cunt and fucked them in and out. The depravity
of what I was doing only seemed to make me even hotter.
I was rubbing my own son's cum up inside my gaping
cunt... masturbating myself with his sperm while he
watched. God, what a turn on!
Again and again I fucked myself.
I was so close now. With cum still sliding down my arm,
I used my other hand to wildly pump my son's still
oozing cock.
Faster and faster. Harder and harder. Closer and closer
I came.
"Your hand! Give Mommy your hand, baby!", I managed to
gasp. My eyes opened wide and my back arched. I grabbed
his left hand and quickly thrust three of his fingers
into my cunt that was on the verge of eruption. I held
my pussy open and I rubbed my clit as fast as I could.
"Oh Fuck me Pauly! Fuck me! Fuck Mommy with your
fingers, baby!" I yelled.
As my son slid his stiffened fingers in and out of my
cunt, I bucked my hips up off the bed frantically,
secretly wishing it was his big, thick teenage cock he
was fucking me with.
And then I came.
My stomach muscles contracted over and over again.
Spasm after spasm. Each time, my lungs expanded and
quickly collapsed, causing me to emit huge gasps. My
head and chest lunged upward over and over again.
I could feel my pussy contract over and over again.
Each time, I could feel my muscles clench tightly
around my son's still thrusting fingers. Each time, I
felt my body just gush more and more of my cum onto his
hand. I heard that wet sucking sound made every time
his fingers momentarily left my cunt.
And then it was over.
I fell back onto the bed and, for an instant, couldn't
move. My eyes were shut tight. My hands rested over
Paul's to keep his fingers in me. Ever so slightly he
would move just the tip of a finger and my whole body
would instantly jerk once more.
We remained essentially motionless. I could still feel
my muscles randomly spasm on his fingers. I looked up
at him with loving eyes. My own son had given me the
most wonderfully exciting orgasm of my whole life. But
his cock was still as hard as a railroad spike... and
twice as long! I suddenly had a wanton urge to have
that gorgeous young prick slamming deep up inside my
tingling twat.
I raised my hands up to my son and motioned him over
me. He removed his hand from my cunt, placed himself
over me and knelt between my legs. I reached out with
both hands and lightly grabbed his still erect cock. I
drew it towards my pussy. I let go with one hand and
began to collect some cum from my cunt. He gasped as I
used my hand to rub my juices all over the shaft of his
long, thick shaft.
After it was well lubricated, I drew him closer while I
held my pussy open. A drop of his cum still hung from
his gorgeous young prick by a slender string. I placed
it right on my exposed clit and then began to rub his
cock all over my pussy. Then, with a short rapid up and
down motion, I used his cock to again separate my cunt
lips. I placed the tip just inside my vagina. I looked
him straight in the eye and said, "Fuck me, son!", and
slid his cock home.
His young cock completely filled my cunt, and for a
moment, we laid there motionless. Paul rested his
hairless chest on my tits and supported his weight with
his elbows. He kissed me softly on the lips. Lovingly,
like he'd always done... then suddenly his mouth opened
and his tongue slithered between my lips, right into my
mouth, and he kissed me like no son was ever meant to
kiss his mother.
I moaned and kissed him back, sending my own tongue
deep into his mouth. He tasted fresh and clean and
young... and my pussy creamed at the thought of
actually fucking him. Jim would freak out if he could
see me now, I thought, this time I'd have the erotic
story to tell when he got home.
I looked over to his left hand and could see just how
strong my orgasm had been. His hand literally dripped.
I could smell the special mixture of his cum and my
own. It was almost clear and looked like an egg white
as it coated his fingers.
I moved my head over to it and licked some onto my
tongue. It was delightful. I could easily distinguish
our unique tastes. Quickly, I rubbed my tongue over my
son's lips in hopes that he would share this very
special moment.
He did... and with a low growl, Paul began to fuck me.
We writhed and moaned like a****ls for what seemed like
hours, Paul slamming his cock deep up into my juice-
filled cunt, and me hunching my hips up off the bed to
receive him. I came three times before my son finally
shuddered and emptied his young balls into my hot,
clasping pussy.
We fucked like that all weekend long, enjoying each
other whenever the urge arose, which was most of the
time! I'd forgotten how quickly and easily a horny
young 16-year-old boy can recover!
But the time, Jim returned home, I was walking sperm
bank. Except that all the sperm sloshing around in my
ass, cunt and belly belonged to my virile young son.
Now, I can't wait until Jim goes away on another of his
extended business trips. Neither can Paul!
Becky
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