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"Mark, are you home?" I cried. "Is that you."

"Yes, mum. I just got home." he replied. His voice came through the crack in the door I had left ajar, and it had a level of panic, sounding like he had been caught doing something wrong, reinforcing my fear that he had been watching me for a while.

"Oh shit. I did not know you were there." I said as I climbed out the bath wanting to cover up, as I reached for my robe. But the floor was wet and slippery; and I slipped and fell...hard....right on my arse. My flesh made a distinct slapping sound as I crashed against the tile floor.

Mark was obviously concerned as I slammed against the floor and side of the bath. Mark burst in. "Mum, are you OK?"

I lay there on the floor for several seconds before I nodded, but could not speak for a moment. The fall stunned me, knocking the wind out of me. It took a moment for me to realise that I had not injured myself seriously; although I would have a noticeable bruise on my hip and arse tomorrow. I tried to gather my senses.

"I think I am OK...." I tried not to slur my words, but there was little doubt I had been drinking as I do every night.

For a moment concern about my safety blinded both of us to my nakedness. But quickly, both Mark and I were aware of how very exposed I was. It was the look in his eyes as he glanced directly at my breasts and hairy pussy that made me fully aware of my nudity. I was embarrassed but tried not to show it; but I could free myself blush under his gaze. At the same time, something inside of me liked the look of admiration and lust from my teenage son.

I started to sit up, and Mark helped me to me feet. I caught a quick glance of us in the bathroom mirror. I was taken by my petite, but naked stature next to my young f******n year old son. I realised we made an erotic sight, and then purged that thought from my mind.

I saw my robe hanging on the door hook, I quickly grabbed and put it on, covering my naked body.

The robe was white terry cloth and came down to my mid thigh. I could feel my head spinning from the multiple glasses of wine I had consumed over the past couple of hours.

I know the alcohol played a role in the next events. I looked at Mark. He was a strikingly good looking young man. I must admit that I glanced at Mark’s crotch and I could see a noticeable bulge. I am ashamed to admit, seeing Mark’s bulging crotch, and knowing I was the cause of it, pleased me. I wondered momentarily if Mark was endowed as well as some of my old boyfriends had been.

I know it was wrong to have these thoughts, and I am not proud of them. But I am simply telling you what was going through my mind at that moment.

The sexual tension was immense. Mark had seen me naked, and his young penis had responded. His response, coupled with the alcohol and my prior unsuccessful attempt at masturbation all combined to cause a reaction I had not had between my thighs in many months. I felt myself growing aroused. I felt my pulse in my clitoris for the first time in a very long time. I admit, I liked the feeling. I liked feeling alive and aroused.

"Mark, I think I am OK. I just need to go to bed." I said, slurring my words. I was slightly drunk, and Mark knew I knew it. I was not thinking too clearly; and some very inappropriate and unnatural thoughts were spinning in my head. I knew I should separate myself from the temptation that I knew was so very inappropriate.

I started to walk past Mark, towards the bathroom door, but stumbled slightly. Mark grabbed my waist and steadied me. "Here mum, let me help you." I leaned into him and could not help but enjoy his arm around my waist. I also noticed that his hand seemed to move up around my back and rest on the side of my breast. I could not tell if it was an intentional move or not; but he was getting a good feel of the side of my 38D breast. I pretended not to notice; but I enjoyed his hand copping this 'innocent' feel. I enjoyed it a lot. I knew it was wrong, but I was beginning to feel like a woman again for the first time in many months.

Mark walked me to my bedroom. I do not know why I did this. I know it was terribly wrong; As I approached my bed, I took off my robe and tossed it on the chair near my bed, and climbed into bed naked in front of Mark. I wanted him to see his mother naked. I remember thinking briefly, I want him to go back to his room and wank off tonight thinking about his mummy’s naked body.

As I climbed under the covers, naked, I glanced to see his young penis forming a large tent in front of his jeans. His reaction pleased me to no end. I found it a huge turn on knowing that I could arouse a young teenage boy, even if that young boy was my own son. Maybe I liked it a bit more because it was my son; I simply do not know. But I was very pleased I could make his young penis grow and stiffen like that.

I then told "Mark, I don't want to be alone. Would you snuggle with me for a little bit?" The words sounded innocent, but I knew what I wanted and this was terribly wrong.

What was I thinking? How could I invite my 14 year old son into my bed with me naked beneath the covers? I do not know why, but I did.

Mark’s face was full of excitement. After an agonising moment, he responded, "OK, mum. I will stay with you."

After a moment's hesitation, he turned his back to me and removed his jeans and shirt before climbing onto bed with me, wearing only his underpants before joining me in bed. When he turned to face me, I could see that his young penis was fully erect and poking out of the waist band of his undies by at least two inches. God it was a sexy sight. My baby was a growing boy, with a marvellous body and a good size fully functioning penis!

I knew I should stop this madness. I knew I should send him to his own bedroom. But the sight of the head of his wonderful young cock poking proudly above his waist band of his underwear was too simply much for me; I did not have the strength to send him away. God, he looked so young and sexy.

At this moment, I expected us to cuddle, and tease each other a bit, but I really did not expect our encounter to involve anything too explicit. I really thought we would stop at a point where we could pretend that nothing inappropriate happened between us. It was an unrealistic expectation; it was naïve; it was simply wrong.

As he climbed under the covers, I turned and placed my back to him, inviting him to spoon me. I could feel his hard young erection pressing against my arse. Rather than pull away, like I should have; I pushed back against him, encouraging him to hump against my arse. As he did, I merely moaned "Mmmmmm." Letting him know I approved of his pressure on my backside.

Mark wrapped his arm around me, gently rubbing my stomach. This was the first contact I had in bed with a male in more than a year. I moaned softly again, I wanted this contact; I needed this intimacy.

I am ashamed to admit it, but after a few minutes of Mark pressing his hard young erection against my arse. I took his hand and slowly guided it up to my breast. Without either of us saying a word, his fingers tentatively caressed my tit and then teased my nipple.

After several seconds of allowing him to feel me, all I could say was,
"Mark I love you so much. Thank you for being here with me darling. Thank you for cuddling me."

Mark understood this as the 'OK to continue'. He pushed himself firmly against my arse and tugged at my erect nipple. Mark kissed the back of my neck as he continued to tease my breast. I turned my head and kissed him, softly at first, and gradually growing more passionate he opened his lips to accept my tongue into his mouth.

I rolled onto my back so I could face my young son, opening my mouth widely, and sucking his tongue into my mouth as I moaned, This may have been the most intimate moment of my life; the moment when I first French kissed my son, the moment when I first accepted his tongue into my mouth. I felt like a teenager discovering necking and petting for the first time.

As we kissed, very slowly, Mark moved his hand away from my breast, down my stomach to my hairy pussy. I opened my legs to give him access to my cunt. God I wanted him to touch me.

I moaned like a wanton whore, sucking on his tongue as stroked my wet pussy lips and he then found my clit. It had been so long since I had been touched, so long since I had been aroused, I simply ignored the depravity of it being with my own f******n year old son and responded. I opened my thighs wider to grant Mark access to my sensitive and erect clitoris. I shuddered as he gently rubbed it with his finger. His hard young cock was humping against my backside.

"Oh darling, that feels so nice." I said with my voice quaking. Even in my inebriated state, I knew this was wrong. "Mark, we shouldn't be doing this." I cautioned; but rather than try to stop this unnatural act between a mother and her young teenage son, I reached up, to caress his face over my shoulder and pull him towards me for another deep, passionate kiss as he played with his mother’s wet pussy.

Instinctively, much the way I had hundreds of times before, I spread my legs open and arched my hips forward to allow my young lover to access my cunt opening. I was beyond thinking, I was reacting to the stimulus. Mark’s fingers found my opening, which was very wet and open, and slid first one, then two fingers into me. I arched my hips up again to accept this intrusion, to push his fingers into me more deeply.

I could hear the wet, slippery sound of his fingers sloshing in and out of me, causing my tight vagina to expand and open to accept them. I could also smell the very faint scent of my arousal. I wondered if Mark could smell the scent of his mother’s aroused pussy too. Did he know what the smell was, did he recognise this aroma as the scent of my arousal?

I reached over and placed my hand on Mark’s hard young cock through his underpants. Mark raised his hips as I lowered his undies off him, allowing his erect young penis to spring free. He then kicked off the underpants completely and was naked with me in the bed.

His young penis was every bit as big and thick as some of the males I had been with had been, perhaps a bit bigger than some. He was rock hard. The head was distinct to my touch. I wrapped my fingers around the hard young shaft and gently masturbated him up and down with long slow strokes. I could feel the slippery wetness leaking out of the tip.

Mark then broke off our kiss and moved his head to my breasts, taking my right nipple into his mouth, sucking on me. It was surreal, the baby boy I had once nursed was now a growing young man and sucking my tits and playing with my pussy. The absurdity of this situation was not completely lost on me at the moment; it added to my excitement.

His fingers were pushing deeper into my cunt. He was driving me closer to the orgasm I needed so badly.

"Oh Mark, you are making me feel so good darling. I love you so much." I encouraged him as he sucked my hard nipple with more and more vigour.

Mark then shocked me as he slowly began kissing my stomach and moving slowly down towards my wet hairy pussy. With his two fingers still inside me, as he got to my navel, I knew he was planning to taste my wet pussy.

"Oh Mark, you don't have to do that darling. You don't have to kiss me down there." I reached down and held he head from moving further towards my hairy pussy. For some strange reason, even though I had just stepped out of the bath tub, this seemed too nasty for a young boy, and this seemed to be too intimate. I was not prepared for my young son to 'eat me'.

"Mum, i want to, I want to taste you. I want to do this. I have never done this before. Please let me."

I slowly released his head. "Are you sure you want to do this darling?" You don't have to...."

"Yes, mum, I want to kiss you, lick you, taste you." And he started moving between my thighs.

I hesitated for a moment, holding my knees together, realising that I was about to cross yet another line. I realised that I could still stop this before it went any further. I knew I was a bad mother, I should not have allowed any of this to have occurred. My head was whirling in a haze with lust, loneliness, guilt, a longing to be loved again, and the knowledge that society would consider me a monster for what I was committing with my son.

Mark placed his hands on my knees and slowly spread them apart, opening me up. I could see his hard young cock strained upwards towards the ceiling as he stopped for a moment to gaze into my wet and now open hairy vagina. The excitement was indescribable, looking at my son's 'rock hard' young cock as he studied my aroused pussy for the first time. I felt so wicked and so very exposed, but also so very, very aroused. I could feel my pussy opening under his intense gaze.

Mark is a handsome young boy. His dark hair and blue eyes are set upon a beautiful looking face. His young penis looked about 6 or 7 inches in length and about 2 inches in girth. The plum shaped head stood out noticeably from the smooth shaft. Kneeling between my knees, with his hard young cock throbbing, he reminded me of a young Greek god. Yes, tonight, my own young son was my Greek god; a Greek god who had a distinct Oedipus complex. If I remember correctly there was a considerable amount of i****t in Greek mythology, wasn't there?

"Mum, you are so sexy, so beautiful. You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen." Mark said with passion and emotion as he looked directly into my cunt. I could feel myself blush at the compliment, and at being so very open, vulnerable and exposed to my son this way.

I could feel my juices slowly leaking out of my under his gaze. And I could feel a slight spasm as my arousal caused my cunt to open even more under Mark’s gaze. My arousal, and Mark’s arousal had removed any hope of me coming to my senses and turning back. I was his tonight. I was there for the taking. He knew it, and I knew it.

Slowly he lowered his face to my crotch, stopping to examine me up close. He took in a deep breath, inhaling my fragrance. "Mum, you are so sexy, so beautiful. I love the way you smell. I will never forget your scent."

His adoration further aroused me. I had never felt so desirable, beautiful or sexy as I did at that moment.

I placed my hands on the sides of his head to caress him and guide him. His tongue then made contact with my erect and pulsing clitoris evoking a loud gasp from me. "Oh darling, yes, yes."

His fingers re-entered my wet cunt easily and he took my erect clit into his mouth and began to suck on it, to nurse on it, driving me wild. I spread my legs open as wide as I could as I arched my hips to push against his fingers and his mouth. It felt like he was reaching deep inside my womb as he suckled on my erect clit. I could instantly feel a climax approaching. I knew I was going to cum for my own son tonight. I would not last long with this intense stimulation.

"Oh Mark, darling you are getting me so close. You are going to make me cum." I cried out.

He started sucking harder, pulling my clit into his mouth, as his fingers massaged the front of my cunt. I was moaning incoherently now. I could feel the first wave starting to build inside me. I knew I was seconds from the start of a powerful orgasm that was long overdue.

"Oh Mark, I am cumming, darling." I thrashed my hips against his face as my entire body quaked in orgasmic bliss. "Oh, damn, oh damn....." I felt the second orgasm start to form and overtake me. And moments later the third set of massive quakes rocked my body.

The powerful release triggered an unexpected reaction. The pleasure and guilted what I was doing with my young teenage son overwhelmed me with a powerful flood of emotions. I don't quite understand why, but I started crying and sobbing as I moaned while the orgasmic waves rocked through me violently. My chest shook with deep sobs and the tears suddenly streamed down my cheeks as Mark continued to suck on my clit and finger me to orgasm.

After about a minute of non-stop massive orgasm, my clit became too sensitive; I needed to stop. I tried to push Mark away but with his fingers deep in my cunt, holding me in place, as his mouth continuing to suck on clit; I could not break free from my teenage son's grip. He had me pinned in place and was simply too strong for me to disengage from him.

I begged him to stop. "Darling, I need you to stop...it is too much....please it is too intense...." But even as I made my plea, I felt another orgasm overtake me. "Oh shit, I am cumming again Mark.."

I instantly went from trying to push him away to holding his head in place again, and thrashing my hips wildly as his fingers were impaled deeply as he could reach in my cunt. I was lifting my arse off the bed, arching my hips to accept the penetration as deep as I could.

After this set of waves passed over my body, I used all my strength to push Mark’s head away to break his suction on my clit. "Darling, I really need you to let me come down."

I lay there, panting. Trying to control the sobbing and crying that had overtaken me. I was an emotional wreck, sobbing gently, tears streaming from my eyes, panting, all the while basking in the post-orgasmic glow of a massive climax forced upon me by my own f******n year old son.

My chest heaved as I tried to recover my senses and regain my breath. The reality of what I had done hit me, and I was ashamed.
Nonetheless, the climax was intense and badly needed. I was now honestly horrified at what I had allowed to occur with My young son.

I glanced down at Mark, who still had his fingers inside my hairy cunt, gently moving them as he looked up at me. I could feel myself burning with shame.

As I looked at Mark, his lips and chin shiny with my cunt juice mixed with his saliva. His smile said it all; he was very pleased with himself by my reaction, and the fact that he had made me cum, violently and repeatedly. Yes, he was very pleased with himself indeed.

"Oh Mark, I am so sorry I let that happen. I should not have done that. It was wrong of me...." I’m your Mother” I begged forgiveness while Mark’s fingers were still inside my gaping wet vagina!

"Mum, please don't say that. I am glad we did it. It is amazing. You are beautiful. You need me mum. We need each other, we are all we have...."

What's next? Could I ever be forgiven? Could Mark ever forgive me for what I had done to him? Could I ever forgive myself? He was a young teenage boy, and his own mother had robbed him of his youth.

But after Mark giving me one of the most power orgasms of my life, I could not leaving him with this raging hard on. I would have to take care of my baby boy some how.....

I realised I had made a terrible mistake and complicated my life, and his, in a manner that I never would have thought possible.

As I tried to recover from my intense orgasm, and struggled to come to grips with my massive guilt, Mark began to climb up between my thighs, positioning himself to enter my very wet and dilated pussy. His hard young erection swinging proudly in front of him as he approached me. He needed to cum: But I could not allow him to fuck me, that was too much. I just couldn't cross that line.

But after Mark had just given me one of the most power orgasms of my life, I could not leave him unsatisfied, frustrated, with this raging hard on. I would have to take care of him some how.....I knew I needed to give him his release.....but he could not fuck me....that would simply be wrong.

I tried to close my thighs to prevent him from entering me as I contemplated my options; but Mark was already between my thighs and his young youthful body prevented me from closing my legs. I was open and available. In my current position, with my cunt so wet and so dilated, Mark would have no trouble taking me if he so chose. I needed to redirect the activity, quickly....I would take care of him orally, as he had taken care of me moments earlier.

"Come here, darling, and let me take care of you with my mouth." I beckoned him to come up to allow me to suck his magnificent hard young cock.

But instead of climbing up towards my head, Mark continued to climb up between my legs, into position to enter me with his cock. His hard young cock bobbed up and down as he approached me. I with my lust already sated by a series of intense orgasms, brought on by Mark’s mouth and fingers, I was thinking a bit more clearly now. I knew that intercourse was out of the question. In addition to all the moral issues, the fact was since I had not been sexually active in any way for months, I was not currently on the pill.

"Oh baby, we can't do that. Come here and let me take care of you with my mouth. You can't fuck me."

My comments did not deter him. He continued to position himself between my legs, forcing me to lay back with my wet pussy open and vulnerable to him. There was nothing I could do to physically stop him as his erection waved proudly between my open legs.

On one level, I did want to allow him inside me, but the temptation was real and powerful. I knew we just could not do that, not now; not without protection.

"Mum, I just want to feel inside of you. I want you to be my first." He said as his young cock bounced against my hairy pussy.

With Mark forcing my legs open, and with my hairy pussy open and available, I tried to reason with him. “ Darling, I want that too, but you can't. I am not on the pill. You can't come inside me, you could get me pregnant. Come here and let me take care of you with my mouth. I promise I will make it good for you, just not this way...."

I was pleading now. Suddenly, I felt less drunk now, I had been shocked into semi-sobriety.

"Mum, I won't cum inside you. Just let me go inside for a second." His erection was bumping against my wet and open cunt as we debated the issue. I was dilated and very lubricated. He could be inside me in an instant with only a quick thrust of his hips.

Damn I wanted him inside me; I did want to be his 'first'; to have him lose his virginity with me. But I could not take the chance; not unprotected at least.

The last time I succumbed to allowing a teenage boy to enter me without protection, I was 16 and I got pregnant, and Mark was the result. I could not run the risk of being pregnant by my own son. No, I just couldn't.

Although I was still very drunk from the large amount of wine I had drunk that evening, I was not so drunk that I did not recognise the serious risk of pregnancy if I allowed Mark to enter me. Recognising this may be the only rational thought I had that evening.

"No Mark, not tonight, not now, not without protection. Please not like this." I was pleading now.
"Please don't take me like this. You don't want to take me without my permission, please don't do that." I was starting to cry once again.

Mark stopped for a moment, his hard young cock resting at my very wet opening; as he continued holding my legs apart. His young cock continued to throb and bounce against my opening as he contemplated what to do. I could feel the head throbbing at the very opening of my cunt. I thought he was inside me just a bit,

I was torn myself. I did want to take him inside me, there was no denying that. I wanted my son to fuck me long and hard; to pound my wet pussy. But I knew it was far too dangerous.

Mark slowly moved and I could feel his hard cock slowly moved away from my pussy opening. I had adverted this potential crisis, at least for the moment.

"Thank you Darling." I was relieved, and also disappointed. But I was mostly relieved. "Come here. Let your mummy take care of her baby boy..." I beckoned him to bring his hard young cock up to my face. I sat up and told Mark to lay on his back.

I leaned over him and took his hard cock into my hand. I wanted to savour this moment. I studied his young cock as I pumped my fist up and down very slowly. The head of his erection stood proudly and distinctly atop of the massive veined shaft. It was (is) a beautiful cock.

I noticed that on each down stroke of my fist, the opening at the tip of his hard cock, would open up slightly.

Mark thrust his hips upward on each down stroke of my hand. He put his hands on my head and guided me to his erection. I pumped down, pulling the skin taught, and opening his little hole slightly. I could see a trace of pre-cum leaking from his hole as I opened it. I placed my tongue directly into the tiny hole to taste my son's juices. I could smell the faint scent of his young sperm as well.

Mark moaned loudly as the tip of my tongue played with the tiny hole on his erection. His young cock throbbed in my hand and pushed up against the my tongue. My son liked this contact with my tongue. I held his rigid young cock in place as I tickled and teased the tiny opening for several seconds as Mark writhed under the intense, almost unbearable pleasure I was bestowing on him.

I then took the head of his young cock into my mouth, sucking on it, as I explored the ridge of the head with my tongue. If I was going to do this, I was going to give my son the very best, most intense, most erotic blow job that he would remember.

Mark arched his hips, trying to push deeper into my mouth and fuck my throat. I pulled back, holding his hard cock in my fist, and instructed, "I want you to lie still and let me give you pleasure. I don't want you trying to 'fuck my mouth', OK? You and I will both enjoy this more if you allow me to please you, and you don't get in a hurry to fuck my face."

Mark’s expression was absolutely priceless. He looked like he did when he was a little boy who had just been chastised for running around the house, or for some other minor thing. The irony of his little boy, innocent look while I held his hard young cock in my hand, and was giving my son his first blow job was enormous. As I returned to kissing and sucking my Mark’s young cock I smiled with amusement at the absurdity of my situation.

For the next few minutes, I licked, kissed and sucked this very hard young cock, slowly moving my own son closer and closer to his climax. I pumped his cock with my hand while exploring the very sensitive head with my tongue. Despite my instructions to lie still, as his excitement increased, Mark could not help but move his hips.

His moans of pleasure became louder and more intense. I knew my baby boy was going to cum soon. Mark grabbed my head to hold it in place as his loins stiffened, and he made a large arch upward of his hips.

Instantly, a large, viscous string of hot cum appeared in my mouth, accompanied by a loud, guttural moan from my little boys core. The volume of his evacuation surprised me. The salty, slightly bitter tasting semen overwhelmed my mouth, but not in an unpleasant way. In a strange, perverse way, the thought of ingesting my son's most intimate love juice was emotionally appealing and satisfying to me.

As I struggled to swallow my young f******n year old son's seed, I realised that very few mother's ever experience this intimacy with their sons.
Very few mothers know first hand what their son's semen tastes like.

I realise almost everyone in our society feels strongly that this 'lack of first hand knowledge' by mothers of the taste of their son's semen is a good thing.

I realise most people feel strongly that mothers are not supposed to share this with their sons.
Perhaps they are right. But I must admit, I treasured this. The first taste of my own baby boy’s love seed.
The memory of its salty flavour arouses me to this very day.

Before I had 'choked down' the first string of cum, another, slightly smaller string erupted in my mouth. For the male readers who have never swallowed a mouthful of semen, I want to explain that swallowing this thick viscous string of sperm without gagging or choking is not an easy thing for us women to do. It really is an 'act of love' in many cases. I would not do it for someone unless I loved them very deeply

The volume of Mark’s ejaculation was beginning to overwhelm me. He was cumming in a much larger volume than many of my ex boyfriends ever had. I felt his hard young cock pulse once again, ejaculating a third time, adding even more sperm to my mouth. I simply could not swallow fast enough. I had to pull away, my mouth brimming with Mark’s cum, as I pumped his young cock with my fist.

As I fought the volume of semen down my throat, his cock erupted a fourth time; this time only a small, few drops of sperm trickled down the head of his cock and over my fist. The smell of the cum was very pleasing to me.

When I had swallowed the load in my mouth, I leaned forward and kissed the head of his cock. As I pulled away, a small string of sperm formed between my lips and his hard young cock, until it snapped, landing on my lips and chin. I used my tongue to lick this residual into my mouth as Mark watched in amazement.

"Oh mum, thank you. That was fantastic." He said with obvious appreciation. "I love you so much."

"I love you too darling. I would not have done this if I did not love you." I said as waves of guilt began to return.

"Mark I should not have done that. I am sorry.
I was lonely, and drunk. You deserve better than this from your mother." I said without releasing my grip of his young cock, which was remaining hard and rigid.

"Mum, please do not feel bad. Please do not say that. This was amazing, it was wonderful."

I interrupted, "No Mark, it was wrong. I made a terrible mistake. I am sorry."
I was crying again now as I spoke, tears trickling down my face.
"It won't happen again darling. I promise,"

"No mum, you are wrong. It was wonderful and beautiful. It was not something wicked or evil. It was something special between us". Mark stated with a resolve that I had not seen before.

I knew as I heard his words that he was not going to willingly accept this as a one time experience. I knew that I now was living with a physically matured young man who was empowered to have a sexual relationship with his own mother. I did not know if I could muster the strength and resolve to end this myself, to ward off his advances.

I had made a mess of my life and his.

"Let's talk about this in the morning darling, OK?" I said. I expected Mark to return to his own bedroom for the rest of the evening; instead, he climbed into bed with me, both of us naked under the covers. His young penis was still rigid and fully erect. I thought about sending him to his own bedroom, but did not. I allowed him to stay in my bed for the night.

I turned my back to him and he resumed a spooning position. His hard young cock immediately wedged between the cheeks of my arse, and his hand found my breast and caressed my nipple, as I slowly drifted off to sleep in the arms of my son, and now my lover.

I would try to deal with this situation tomorrow, and I would make sure my son did not fuck me tonight. But right now, I felt loved and protected in Mark’s strong arms


Between the alcohol and having so many orgasms, I drifted off to sleep quickly as Mark cuddled and spooned me from behind. I must admit, I enjoyed having his young naked body next to me in my bed. I particularly liked his hard young cock pressing into my backside as Mark cuddled into me.

I was amazed that he remained hard, even after cumming in such a large quantity. I could still taste the faint residual of his youthful sperm in my mouth.
I liked the reminder that my son's sperm was swimming safely in my tummy at this very moment. I liked the intimacy of ingesting my own son's seed.

Yes, I knew it was wrong. Yes, I knew I should prevent a recurrence.
But nonetheless, I enjoyed this moment as well as the memory of Mark’s and my intimacy as I slowly drifted off to sleep in my teenage son's arms. It had been a very long time, too long in fact, since I had enjoyed sleeping in my lover's arms.

When I awoke, Mark had already slipped out of the bed. I looked at the clock and saw that it was 7:50 a.m. My head hurt with the hangover I had. I grabbed my dressing gown and went to the kitchen to get some Paracetamol.
I heard the water running in the bathroom and knew Mark was in the shower. I some coffee, and started to clean up the kitchen.

I was glad that Mark was occupied in the shower; this would give me some time to gather my thoughts and figure out how I was going to address the terrible mistake I had made last night.
In the cold harsh reality of the morning, I felt the entire weight of the magnitude of my sin come crashing down on me with a wave of guilt. My shame was overwhelming.

How could I have been so stupid? How could I commit such a potentially damaging act with the one person I loved most in the world? I knew I had to find the resolve to end this nonsense. I hoped and prayed that I had not done irreparable harm to my f******n year old son. How could I ever make this right? My chest ached in anxiety as I thought about my sin.

I heard the water turn off in the bathroom, and knew Mark was getting out of the shower. I was standing at the kitchen sink with just my dressing gown on, cleaning up some dishes when I heard the bathroom door open. I was naked under my gown. I knew I should get some clothes on before Mark came into the kitchen, but something stopped me. I would like to say that it was an oversight, but that would be a lie.
I admit to you that I intentionally remained naked under my robe. I am not sure why I did so, but it was a conscious choice I made at that moment.

I glanced over my shoulder to see Mark approaching me wearing a bath towel wrapped around his waist. I was deeply conflicted at that moment. I felt my heart start to pound in my chest as I realised my son was approaching me wearing only a towel, and I was naked under my gown. I was playing with fire.

"Good morning Mum" he said as he walked up behind me, hugging me from behind and reaching around to cup my right breast. I tensed up and tried to push his hand from my breast; I knew we should not resume the petting and touching that had led to my in appropriate behaviour last night with him. But he was too strong and I was not going to remove his hand without his full cooperation. I stood there, and allowed him to feel me, determined not to react to his touch. But my nipple did respond and become very erect.

We needed to address this 'situation" that was entirely due to my weakness.

"Mark, we made a bad mistake last night. I did something terrible last night. ”I’m so sorry” I take full responsibility.
Not only am I the adult, I am your mother. I should never have allowed any of that to happen. I don't know if you can forgive me..."

Mark interrupted, "It was not a mistake, it was a beautiful thing. It was the most beautiful thing that we could do to each other.
Please do not say 'it was a mistake'. What we did is love each other. It hurts me to think you do not think what we did was not beautiful."

"Mark, it was wrong. It was i*****l. And I should not have let it happen. I was drunk and was not thinking straight. I gave into my loneliness. I am very sorry darling."

"Mum, you are wrong. It was a beautiful, and I want you."

Mark’s words sent me searching for a response. "Mark, I am flattered darling. But you are only f******n years old and I understand you are confusion.
I am confused myself. But what we did, what I did last night is wrong by any measure.
If people knew, they would put me in jail for what I did with you!"

"Mum, no one will ever know what happens between you and me. That is something that I will never tell anyone. I promise you that."

I could tell he was trying to alleviate my deepest fear, my fear that people would find out. He was right, I was afraid of being caught in addition to my overwhelming guilt.

"Mark, that is not the point. The point is this is not good for you. You are a young boy" I was trying to be resolute in my statement; but even as I said it, I realised since Mark and I had already crossed that line, the temptation would be very real to give into our desires again. I did not know if I had the strength to resist these very real, but very unnatural urges I had for my son. Mark was clear in one thing; he wanted to continue our intimacy.

I was standing with my back to Mark as I spoke, ashamed. I was ashamed of my behaviour and I was unable to look him in the eye. Mark then took my hand and turned me to face him.

He stood back one step, and then dropped his towel, dropping it to the floor. He stood there naked in front of me. He was obviously quite emboldened from his success last night. He had a confident, 'don't take no for an answer' demeanour about him. It was strangely appealing. Since he was my son, it was also very wrong, but it was definitely appealing.

I was shocked at the boldness of my f******n year old son. I tried to react appropriately, whatever that would mean. But after the mistakes of last night, was there anything I could do going forward that would be appropriate?

"Mark, please cover yourself up. We cannot make the same mistakes as last night."

"shhhhh...Mum." Then he placed his hands on my face, and raised it up, he then kissed me. It was a soft, gentle, loving kiss; but sensual nonetheless.

"Mum, I love you so much. I am all you have and you are all I have" he said with all the sincerity in the world.

As I tried to gather my thoughts, I tried not to look at his naked young body, to look him in the eyes; but his young naked physique was impressive. I could not help but glance down and admired his smooth naked body. His flaccid penis was quite thick and about 4 inches long, even soft. My son was developing in to a very attractive young man, and he was standing naked in front of me! Despite my desire to behave appropriately, I could not deny the physical and emotional attraction that I felt.

"Mum, watch. Watch and tell me what you see." he said, and as he spoke, his flaccid penis began to grow slowly in front of my very eyes. At first I could not believe what I was seeing, but standing there naked in front of me, my f******n year old son’s penis throbbed and pulsed to life, growing longer and firmer before my eyes. I watched in silent amazement.

After about 15 seconds, he was half way erect, poking straight out, partially erect and about six inches in length.
"Oh Mark, how did you do that?" my voice cracked slightly in obvious excitement and amazement.

"I am thinking about you mum. I am thinking about what we did last night, tasting you and touching you. I am thinking about what you did to me last night. I am thinking about how much I want you to do it again. I am thinking about what I am going to do to you tonight."

I was awestruck. I stared at his young penis which was now standing erect and about 7 inches long, and I suddenly became aware of my pulse in my own groin. I could feel my clitoris growing erect, and my pussy starting to leak into my knickers as I reacted involuntarily to watching my son’s erection. I was reacting like the bitch in heat that I was.

"Mark, we can't darling...please cover yourself up" I said, my voice quaking with excitement and confusion. I was unsure of what to do. But despite my good intentions to avoid a repeat of last night, I could not make myself look away from Mark’s naked body or force myself to leave the kitchen. I continued to watch my teenage son's penis throb and bob into a rigid and erect state for me.

And I am ashamed to tell you, I was growing very aroused by this sight. Very aroused. I knew I could not refuse my son. I knew I wanted to take him inside me.

"Mark you are a gorgeous young man; I love you more than anything in this world...but what we are doing is wrong...we have to stop..." But even as I uttered my protest, I was imagining myself being impaled by his rigid young cock.

Mark approached me, his hard penis swinging proudly as he stepped to me.. He knelt down directly in front of me. By now he had a full erection, he was every bit as hard and large as he was last night, and he was pointing direct to the ceiling. Kneeling in front of me, he opened my dressing gown and placed his hands on my thighs. I stopped him, held his hands, and asked,
"what are you doing?"

"I want to see something. Mum, I want to see if you are wet like last night."

I do not know why, but I stood there eyes closed, not knowing what to do, and not understanding what was happening or why. Not really thinking I had the strength or power to do anything other than comply.

He slowly placed his right hand on my inner thigh and looked up at me. I looked down at him, blushing deeply. I understood what he wanted me to do, I hesitated for a moment, keeping my thighs tightly pressed together, hoping I could find the strength to resist his advances. He nudged his fingers between my thighs a bit more forcefully, and I relented.

?Very slowly, I spread my legs slightly, allowing his hand to move further up my inner thigh until he reached my hairy pussy.

My face felt as if it were on fire I was blushing so deeply. I understood that I was being teased; I stood there spreading my legs for my son to access my most private parts, much as he did the previous evening. But somehow this was different, kneeling in front of me, my teenage son was instructing me to stand there, as he slowly touched me. It was a demonstration of his unique control over me, and a verification that I was powerless and could not resist him. He seemed so damn confident and in control at the moment.

He ran his fingers through my hairy bush and then up and down my wet slit, paying particular attention to my now erect and sensitive clitoris. I stood there, biting my lower lip. I would make a slight moan involuntarily every time his fingers contacted my clitoris. "You are very wet, mum" He started to slide his fingers inside of me.

"Darling, please,...we should not be do this" I panted. But rather than push his hands away from me, I squatted down ever so slightly to give him better access to my wet cunt.
I knew then, as I am forced to admit now I was his.

Standing with my legs apart while squatting slightly to open myself up to my son was difficult and I started to topple forward a bit. I reached out and balanced myself by placing each of my hands on his shoulders as his fingers found my wet pussy opening and entered me yet again. He was right; I was wet, very wet. He quickly had one, then two fingers inside me. He again curled his two fingers back towards himself, deep inside me, massaging the front wall of my cunt, and found my g-spot. I was responding just as he hoped, or knew, I would.

I found myself squatting deeper and opening my legs wider, all the while begging him to stop, "Oh, darling, I shouldn't be letting you do this to me"

But I did not try to actually stop him. I do not know if it was the pleasure of his touch, or my need for sex that kept me from attempting to stop this assault on my pussy; probably both. I just know that I did not or could not do anything to stop my son.

I was becoming very quickly aroused. I could feel the orgasm was building up inside of me.

After a few moments, I pleaded quite unconvincingly, "Mark, please. You're going to make me cum. Mark, please." I moaned as I rocked my hips in a synchronised motion to the fingering Mark was giving my cunt, continuing to steady myself by holding on to his young shoulders, balancing as I squatted deeper and deeper to allow my son full access to my very wet, and very open hairy pussy.

I wanted to stop, I knew I should pull away, but I simply could not. I was indeed responding to my son's touch. Mark, knew exactly how to touch me for the greatest response!.

After a few minutes of taking me to the brink, Mark 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 Mark’s fingers inside me.

I wanted to cum; I needed to cum. I wanted to beg him to touch me again, to finish the job he had started. But I did not. But in my shame, I knew that Mark knew how close he had me. My son knew he was an instant away from making his mother cum again. I could feel my face, neck and chest burn as the reddened with my shame.

I stood there panting, my breasts heaving; frustrated by being so close, but denied my orgasm by my son. Despite the fact that Mark 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 keep touching me; to finish me off!

Mark stood in front of me; his hard young cock waved about in front of him. I could not deny the attraction I felt at that moment for this incredible young man...who also happened to also be my f******n year old son. I think I would have done anything for him at that moment!.

He reached out, and pulled my dressing gown from my shoulders, dropping it to the floor, leaving me completely naked. Mark then took my arms, placing them around his neck, pushing me on to the work top, taking a hold of each of my legs, pulling them apart, and causing me to straddle his young body. I glanced down to see that Mark had another unobstructed view of my gaping wet hairy pussy as he held me in this position straddling him. My wetness was visible as it leaked out of me. I could smell the faint scent of my arousal, as could Mark. I was in heat. I was his.

As he held me, he kissed me deeply and passionately, exploring my mouth with his tongue. He broke our passionate kiss for an instant to say, "I love you, mum" and then resumed kissing me, exploring my mouth with his tongue.

It had been so long since I had been kissed passionately like that. Despite the fact I knew all of this was terribly wrong, I opened my mouth and admitted his exploring tongue. I do not ever remember being so aroused, so in need of a release.

Slowly, he started to lower me down slightly, and I felt the head of his erect young cock searching for my wet pussy opening. I felt the head of his rigid young cock bumping against my thighs and buttocks, searching anxiously. Mark moved me slightly. I felt his young cock pulsing against the outer folds of my hairy pussy, searching for it’s home.

I was beyond any reason at that moment, totally consumed by frustration and lust. I wanted him to fuck me, to impale me on his hard young cock, to fuck me deeply.

I was about to allow my own teenage son to enter me; to mate with me.

Then suddenly the realisation that I was not on any birth control burst into my head, just as Mark’s hard cock was starting to enter me.

Momentarily shocked back to reality from the pressure of his cock head moving to the inner folds of my cunt, I lifted myself up, bracing myself on his shoulders. I was struck by the panic of knowing my own son was going to try and fuck me "bareback". And, I had almost let him do it.

"No Mark!. No darling, no! We definitely cannot do that. Not yet!" I was emphatic. I found an assertive tone I had previously not been able to summon.

"Relax mum. It will be fine. I won’t cum, I promise mum." he said arching his pelvis up in another attempt to enter me. Despite my trying to hold myself up on his shoulders, his hard young cock was finding its way into the first folds of my wet outer lips.

I pulled up again, recoiling from Mark’s searching snake as it sought to enter me, "No, Mark. I am not on the pill. You cannot fuck me like this. You need to wear a condom until I can get to the doctors and get back on the pill."

Mark tried to calm me, "Mum, I promise I won't cum in you. I promise. I just want to feel what it’s like to be inside you for a moment." And he began to lower me down again. I could feel the head of his hard young cock searching again, only this time he found my opening. My wetness was making entry far too easy.

I try to pull up again, but was only able to move up such that just the head of his penis was inside my vulva, barely inside me; but inside nonetheless.. "No darling. Not like this. Please Mark, please, not like this."

I then remembered that One of my old boyfriends had left a partially used box of condoms in my dresser drawer that I had not gotten around to disposing of yet.

"Mark, please. I have some condoms upstairs in my knicker draw that Dave left there. Please darling, it will only take me a second. Then you can have me, I promise. I'll do whatever you want."

I feared Mark was too aroused to think rationally at this moment; and I feared he would take me unprotected. I was praying he would come to his senses as I held myself over his throbbing young erection.

With the head of his cock at the very opening of my pussy, actually just inside me a bit, Mark paused for a few seconds that seemed an eternity as I hovered over his erection trying to hold myself up to prevent him from impaling me fully.

Mark then asked, "You have some of Dave’s condoms? OK where are they?" I could feel the pulsing of the head of his young cock barely inside me. I wondered if my baby boy was leaking any trace youthful fluid in me while we were debating this issue.

"They are in my knicker drawer...please darling ...it will only take a second..." I pleaded with panic in my voice as I waited for him to decide.

Would he impale me on his hard young cock unprotected, pumping his fertile young seed into my womb? Or would he allow me to get some protection for him, and myself?

After four or five seconds of silence with his young cock throbbing just inside the very wet opening of my pussy, he lifted me off and set me down. "I guess It’s for the best. It wouldn’t be good you getting pregnant, would it mum"

Thank God he had the sense to allow us this protection.

I realised that by agreeing get him a condom, there was no turning back now. I was going to allow my f******n year old son to fuck his mother. I was now fully complicit; a completely willing participant in this taboo sin.

I went up into my bedroom with Mark in fast pursuit behind me. Just before I got to my dresser, Mark grabbed me, turned me around and kissed me deeply again. His hard cock pressing and throbbing against my abdomen. Our tongues danced together, chasing each other from my mouth to his, and back again.

I broke off our kiss and opened my knicker drawer and found the open box of condoms. The box was marked Durex performax condoms'. I had limited experience with which to compare penis sizes, but I’m sure Mark was quite big for a f******n year old.

As I removed one condom, and struggled to open the foil wrapper containing the protection I sought, I caught my image in the mirror. I was taken by what a sexy looking woman I was. Naked, my only vestige of modesty being the dark thick bush of pubic hair I had covering my pussy, I did look good. Yes, even in my thirties, I had to admit I was a sexy sight indeed.

I finally tore the foil wrapper and removed the well-lubricated condom. I knelt in front of Mark, and placed the rubber on the head of his erect young cock, and slowly rolled the latex sheathe down his hard shaft. He filled the condom up completely, stretching it. The little empty reservoir formed a cute little bubble at the tip of his cock head ready to catch all his young sperm and protect his mother’s fertile womb!

In a weird way, as I placed the prophylactic on Mark’s hard cock, I felt like a mother dressing her son for some big life time event.
Only this event was the loss of his virginity. Yes, this was a very special, albeit inappropriate, occasion indeed.

I then lay back on my bed, with a smile on my face and my legs spread as Mark approached me, resigned to accepting him without further protestations. He approached me, pushing my legs back so my heels were touching my arse, and he slowly climbed between my open legs, his young penis bobbing impatiently in anticipation of finding its way home. The head of his cock had no trouble finds my opening this time, all of the petting and touching had my pussy open and ready, and my juices allowed him to slide right in. His girth was more than I ad been used to lately, but in my highly aroused state, I could accommodate the thickness.

"Oh darling, you are a very big boy." I cautioned. "Please be gentle, go slowly darling. You don't want to hurt me."
Realising that I had agreed to allow my own young son to enter me, I gave up all thought of resisting. I wrapped my legs around him, my heals propped against his firm arse, allowing him full access to my cunt. I used my heels to guide him deeper as I accommodate this very hard young cock in my cunt.

He slowed down a bit and took a dozen or more strokes, going a bit deeper each time until I had all of him inside me. I was felt very, very full; fuller than I had been for a long time, and I was very aroused. While I knew this was wrong in so many ways, I could not deny the incredible response I had to my own young son's advances to me.

I then raised my legs over his shoulders. In this position he had me totally exposed. He looked down, watching his latex sheathed young penis enter and withdraw from me with obvious admiration and pride.
The head of his hard young cock was striking my womb with each deep thrust, driving me closer and closer to orgasm.

My moans got louder and my breathing quickened "Mark, you are going to make your me cum again ...darling, fuck me ...harder...faster...oh darling, fuck mummy’s pussy." I urged him on with passionate abandon.

With my feet high over his shoulders, Mark gave me everything he had, which was all I could take, with every thrust. Each pounding thrust raised my arse off the bed further. I spread myself as wide as I could, taking all of him. I came, and I came. Waves of erotic pleasure rocked my body.

My orgasm, coupled with my movements to meet each of his thrusts, and my incoherent moans pushed Mark over the edge as well. With one final and violent thrust, he buried himself deep in my cunt and my baby boy released his seed inside the safety of his latex sheathe. I lay there panting, relishing the after flow of my orgasm, as I felt Mark’s young cock pulsing deep in me as he spurted time and time again.

Mark’s constant pushing as deep as he could and the definite throbbing of his young cock inside me left me no doubt that he was pumping out ropes and ropes of his youthful cum. I lay there, my feet and my arse high in the air wishing that my son's warm seed could actually be pumped inside me, unimpeded. I realised that I needed to get to the doctors and get the pill quickly, so we did not need to depend on these condoms to protect us if we were going to continue this torrid love relationship between mother and son.

We remained coupled with Mark deep inside of me. I felt his young 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 arse high in the air while his hard young cock 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, coupled with my own son after giving me one of the greatest orgasms of my life!

After several minutes of lying coupled together, Mark leaned forward and kissed me, more gentle and loving than passionate; and then he slowly withdrew from me. I could feel my cunt spasm as he did, trying to adjust to the absence of his young cock that filled 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 Mark’s hard cock already.

Mark rolled on his back next to me, and then pulled me close, and we cuddled silently, my head resting on his smooth chest, for a moment. I reached down and removed the used condom from his still hard young cock, and marvelled and the amount of young cum it had captured. I placed my finger inside the latex sheathe and removed a small amount of the captured sperm. I examined the thick, viscous mixture and brought the intimate nectar to my nose to enjoy the sensual aroma of my son's ejaculation. I inhaled the scent and smiled. God I loved this boy. And I loved enjoying his scent. Mark watched me with amusement. His expression indicated that he liked watching me enjoy the scent of his sperm.

I got up, went to the bathroom where I discarded the used condominium the toilet. Before returning to bed, I brought the box of condoms and placed them on the nightstand by the bed as a precaution just in case.

I then curled up in Mark’s arms, with my head on his chest. I gently caressed his nipples and hairless chest, listening to his heart racing until I fell asleep. We napped for a couple of hours, until I was awakened by Mark fondling my hairy pussy. Having woken up with a hard on, Mark was looking for a place to put it.

It seemed pointless in light of what we had done earlier to resist. I reached over got another condom and placed it on Mark’s erection before allowing him to enter my pussy once again. I knew that on Monday, I would get a birth control prescription, and I would allow him to take me unprotected, whenever he chose. But until then, we would have use the condoms.

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, Mark came inside me a second time before we got up, 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, savouring the experience as I allowed my teenage son to fuck me again.

Mark and I were inseparable the rest of the weekend. I counted the remaining condoms that had been left behind. We had seven remaining after using the two this morning. I anticipated that might last us through the weekend, but I would need to visit the pharmacy to get another box, just in case. I had never been condom shopping before but I figured I would just buy the same type Dave had left behind. They seemed a good, snug fit for Mark, and his young cock looked good in the latex sheathe!

I also decided to visit the medical clinic to get my birth control pills renewed. It was clear that Mark was intent on continuing this taboo and sexually charged relationship with his own mother; and I did not have the strength, discipline or will power to resist the emotional or physical pleasure my young lover gave me. It was foolish to think that at this point, I could stop; I couldn't. I was hooked on him. He was my son, but now he was also my lover!.

Although it was Saturday, Mark canceled his plans to go out with his friends to 'stay home' with me. Another very peculiar thing happened on Saturday night: I did not drink! I went to bed sober. I did not make a specific decision not to drink; I just was so occupied with my school girl infatuation with Mark to feel the need, or the desire for my usual alcohol relaxer. I wanted to be sober with my son.

I accepted the fact that Mark and I were lovers now, and relished in the excitement that any woman feels when she falls in love and lust at the same time.
I knew this was wrong, and dangerous on many levels, but I simply chose to ignore the guilt and the potential risks as I was enjoying the intimacy with my own f******n year old son too much.

I made a chicken dinner that Mark likes. After dinner, we watched a movie, cuddling on the sofa in the living room (with the curtains closed to avoid any outside detection), before retiring to my bed around 10:30 p.m. We made love again before falling asleep in each others arms. We were acting like any other committed couple, but I did recognise there were some noticeable differences in our relationship!

We did not discuss sleeping arrangements, but Mark merely assumed he was going to sleep in my bed with me again on Saturday night as he had done on Friday night, before we had 'consummated' our sexual relationship by coupling.

Mark stripped naked before climbing into bed with me. His young cock was already erect as he slipped under the covers. Ah, the wonders of youth and the sexual prowess of a 14 year old teenager. It is enough to make any mother proud!

I was wearing a t-shirt and my knickers when I climbed into bed. But soon Mark had removed them, and had me naked, and was making love to his mother.

Sunday we didn’t get up till 11am and had some breakfast then watched the rugby on TV. We had dinner and relaxed in the living room again. We were now down to three condoms, having used the rest on Saturday evening and Sunday morning.

I was laying on the couch, my legs over Mark’s lap wearing shorts and a halter top. Mark was rubbing my feet and legs, slowly tracing his fingers up my inner thighs. I was becoming aroused at his touch, and was not paying attention to the program on the TV. Mark began running his fingers up into the leg of my shorts, and teasing my pussy slightly as he massaged my legs. I spread my legs open for him each time he explored my pussy, moaning softly when he would touch my now wet slit.

I was rocking my hips slightly against his fingers, trying to increase the contact. Mark had mastered the act of teasing me, and would withdraw his fingers from me just as I began enjoying the sensation on my clit.

I glanced at Mark’s crotch and could see his young penis making a huge tent in the front of his shorts. This game was arousing him as well as me. That pleased me. It pleased me a great deal.

It was clear that Mark was enjoying teasing me. I sensed he liked having 'me wanting' this way. I must admit, I was enjoying being teased myself. I enjoyed the control Mark had over me, his own mother.

"Oh darling, you are making me so wet. You are getting me all wound up teasing me like this. You are driving your mummy crazy." I moaned in a coy, helpless, little girl voice.

"Do you like it when I touch you like this mum?" Mark asked tauntingly, as he ran his fingers over the gusset of my wet knickers, sending an electric shock through my clitoris.

"Oh darling, I do; I like it a lot. You are getting your mummy all wet and wound up. You are such a naughty boy!" I teased back. "What are you going to do to me tonight? What are you going to do to your mummy?"

"I think I am going to fuck her hard. I am going to make her cum. Do you think she would like that?" Mark asked, playing along with our little game.

"Oh darling, I am ashamed to admit it, but your mummy would love that. She is a naughty, naughty girl; and she is going to let her baby boy fuck her again tonight if he wants."

Mark then reached up, unsnapped the waistband of my shorts, lowered my zipp and tugged at the pant legs. I lifted my arse to allow him to remove my shorts, leaving me in my pale green lace knickers and halter top.

Mark then took my knees and spread them open, and studied the crotch of my knickers. "Mum, your knickers look pretty wet," he said with a huge grin. I looked down and could see the dark, wet spot in the crotch of my knickers where I was leaking.

Mark reached up and placed his fingers inside the leg of my knickers. Very slowly, he pulled the gusset of my knickers to the side and worked his fingers into my wet and hairy pussy. "Mum, you are very wet." He had two fingers inside my pussy now.

I moaned at his touch as I spread my legs as wide as I could to allow him to penetrate me as deeply as possible, as I rocked my hips against his hand. I was willing to allow him any freedom he wanted. He could do anything with my pussy at this point. In a very real sense, he owned me now, I was his lover; I would submit to him any way he wanted me.

Mark curled his fingers forward, massaging the front wall of my womb, right at my g-spot. I gasped at the intense pleasure my baby boy was giving me. "Oh, God,...you are getting me close again darling...", my voice cracked with excitement. I knew he could make me cum any time he wanted, and in that way. I was his.

I thrashed about, grasping the cushions on the sofa as he opened me further and further with his fingers, driving me closer to the climax that I craved, and that I needed. Mark seemed to know just how close he could take me, and then he suddenly stopped, pulling his fingers from my wet pussy. I moaned in frustration. My pussy left to spasm, trying to grasp something to fill the sudden void.

"Oh no, darling, please. Don't stop. I am so close, please finish me off. Please touch me again," I pleaded as I humped uncontrollably against the air. I brought my own hand down to my hairy pussy to touch myself.

Mark grabbed my hand and pulled it away. "No, mum. You must not touch yourself. You must be a good girl and wait."

I simply nodded and moaned. Mark had brought me to the brink of orgasm and then left hanging, and then instructed me not to touch myself, this aroused me beyond belief. I swear that I could feel my vagina open and close in a frustrated spasm as he told me not to touch myself.

"Do you promise not touch yourself?" Mark asked with a sly grin.

His question sent a shock of excitement through my loins. "Yes, darling," I answered meekly, as I removed my hand and tried to control the rocking motion from my hips.

"Take your knickers off for me," Mark instructed.

"Yes, darling," I repeated as I raised my hips and slowly slid my knickers down, kicking them on the floor. There was something very erotic about being exposed this way, with my top on, but naked from the waist down. I felt more exposed than if I were completely naked.

"Spread your legs mum. Let me see how wet you are." Mark said to me.

I blushed deeply and I slowly opened my thighs to my teenage son's gaze and inspection.

You look beautiful mum, Mark told me
"I am very, very turned on, Darling. You are turning me on more than you can imagine," I confessed.

"You like showing me your hairy pussy, don't you?"

I nodded silently, too embarrassed to actually say the words. God this was turning me on. I could feel my pussy juice actually leaking out of me, my juices were running down the crack of my arse and on to the sofa.

"Mum. Do you like showing me your hairy pussy? It looks very wet. I think you like doing this," Mark said. I actually felt my heart pounding in my chest as his words excited me further.

My voice was shaking as I answered my son, "Yes, darling, I do. I feel very wicked and naughty, but it turns me on. Can you see how wet I am? You are doing that to me right now." My face burned as I answered my young son.

"Hold yourself open so I can see how wet you are," he told me.

"Yes, darling". I realised that my hands were actually quivering as slowly reached down and pulled the lips of my cunt apart for my young son's inspection,. As I opened myself up, I could actually hear a slight swishing sound from the fluid leaking from me. I closed my eyes, unable to look my young lover in the face and I sat there, gaping my vagina open for his gaze. I was more aroused than I have ever been.

Mark crawled between my legs, knelt down, and instructed me, "to hold yourself open for me mother."
And he leaned forward as gently kissed my erect clitoris. I gasped from the intense contact of his lips on my very sensitive clitoris.

Mark inhaled deeply. "You smell good mum. I like the scent of your pussy. It excites me." Then Mark took my clitoris in his mouth and sucked on it. I started to cum instantly. (And I do mean instantly!) This intense stimulation on my erect and sensitive clit sent me over the edge immediately.

"Oh, Mark, ...oh God...I am cumming!" I moaned loud enough for the neighbours to hear. I released the lips of my pussy and grabbed Eric's head as I thrashed my hips against his face. I came in a series of violent quakes that rocked me to the core.

Mark kept sucking on me, and I could not stop cumming. After a couple of minutes of wave upon wave of orgasm, I tried to push him away. "Enough...please darling ...too much...I need to stop..."

But he would not release his 'lip lock' on my erect clit that he was sucking on as if it were a nipple.

"Oh please...please let me come down...it is too sensitive now..." as yet another wave overtook my body. I was writhing and squirming trying to break away from this now 'too intense' stimulation. Finally, Mark released me.

Mark stood up, removed his clothes, his hard erection swaying in front of him. He took my hand and led me to the bedroom. My juices mixed with Mark’s saliva were absolutely running down my inner thighs. My head was a blur. My heart still pounding in my chest. I knew I was about to be fucked, and fucked well by my 14 year old son.

I took out one of the few remaining condoms, and unwrapped it. I sat on the edge of the bed. With Mark standing in front of me, and I rolled the thin latex sheathe on his erect young cock, as I had several times this weekend.

With his young cock encased safely with the pink, translucent, latex layer, Mark laid on his back and asked me to mount him. I climbed over him, straddling his young body. I reached down, and held his erection, pointing it at my dilated pussy as I lowered myself slowly.

The head slid right in, unobstructed. I got about 4 inches in the first penetration, and then raised and lowered myself repeatedly taking more of my boy's rock hard young cock on each cycle until he was buried, balls deep, into his mummy’s hairy pussy. I swear I could feel the head of his hard young cock up into my lower stomach.

In this position, with me on top, astride Mark, the bulbous head of his cock was directly contacting the front of my womb, deep inside my core. I began grinding directly on his hard cock, making it rub against my g-spot. I leaned back, forcing the rigid head to press harder against the front wall of my cunt as I moaned loudly.

I knew right away, I was going to cum again for my son. Mark laid back, reaching up to fondle my large 38D breast. He pushed me further into a sitting position, driving his cock head harder into the front wall of my womb. Mark allowed me to control the pace and movements, allowing me to fuck him. I bounced and ground myself on this hard cock on which I was impaled, as I approached another inevitable orgasm.

I have never fucked anyone like this, actually bouncing myself so violently up and down on such a rigid cock. I was lifting myself up so that only the head was still inside me, and then plunging myself down as hard as I could, driving this hard rigid cock as deep as I could. My arse and legs made a distinct slapping sound as I plunged myself down. And I could hear a sloshing sound from my pussy as I pulled myself up preparing for another plunge downward.

My juices were now flowing out of me, pouring over Mark’s young cock, his smooth balls and legs. I was soaking my baby boy with the vaginal lubrication flowing out of me.

I started to cum as I fucked my son. "Oh, Mark, I am cumming again." I screamed. "Mark, Cum with me darling," I urged.

Mark then pulled me forward, bring our faces together and kissed me. And he held me tight, leaning me forward against his chest and he began fucking me with a vengeance. He was arching his hips, pounding my pussy with powerful upward thrusts, slapping his smooth balls against my arse, forcing wave upon wave of orgasms across my core.

He fucked me violently like this for about 45 seconds, and then he stiffened with one last upward thrust. He held me tightly as his erection throbbed inside of me, pumping rope upon rope of heavy thick young semen out. I could feel each pulse and throb of his hard erection as he spilled his seed in the latex condom that protected us both.

We lay there panting. I could feel the sweat forming on my chest and underarms from the heavy exertion of our passionate love making as I struggled to catch my breath. I knew that I could never deny my son anything from that moment on.

We remained coupled together for several minutes, my pussy would periodically spasm on his young cock and his cock would respond with a pulsing throb as our private parts continued to 'talk to each other, hugging each other' in this post coital bliss. It was wonderfully intimate. I was completely content and satisfied.

After several minutes. I sat up, and raised myself off the 'still firm' young cock that was buried inside of me. His cock made a distinct slapping sound as it fell against his lower abdomen when I dismounted my new lover, my son.

Oh my God! I look at Mark’s naked, unprotected cock in absolute horror. The rubber had broken! The condom had ruptured during our love making! Shit, shit, shit. The latex sheathe was a mere ring around the base of Mark’s still hard cock. Mark had pumped my womb full of his fertile young sperm.

Damn, damn, damn. My womb was brimming full of potent semen!

I literally screeched, "Mark, the condom broke!"

"Mum, I did not know. I am sorry. I didn’t know it broke." Mark seemed to be pleading for forgiveness for something that was not his fault. Instantly he changed to my little boy asking to be forgiven.

"It's not your fault. How could I have been so stupid!" I bolted to the bathroom were I squatted in the tub, trying to squeeze the large volume of semen out of my cunt. Large globs did drain out of me, with long strings of cum slowly dripping in long viscous strings from my well fucked cunt.

Mark stood by watching me attempt to squeeze his cum from my vagina. He obviously did not know how to react, or what to do; so he simply watched.

"Mark get me my douche. It is in the cabinet under the towels," I said as I pointed. Mark retrieved the beige bag with the long hose and nozzle already attached.

"Darling, fill it with warm water; not too hot, and bring it to me." Mark did as he was instructed. He stood by the tub and held the bag for me as I washed my pussy repeatedly trying to rinse away all my son's sperm from inside my cunt. Mark refilled the large douche bag several times for me.

He watched with intense interest as I tried to wash his invading sperm from my cunt.

I did a mental calculation and concluded that it had been 23 days since my last period, I should be past my fertile period, but who knew for sure? I was not very regular.

I cried most of the night, not sleeping much at all. Mark held me all night, and I soaked his chest with my tears as I worried that my stupidity, could result in me being pregnant with my own son's c***d. I prayed. Tomorrow morning, I would go to the medical clinic and evaluate my options.

Oh, God, please do not let me be pregnant with Mark’s baby.

I awoke before dawn on Monday morning, overwhelmed with fear, anxiety and guilt.

I got dressed, and went to the pharmacy on the nearby town. I arrived a few minutes before 8 a.m., as the pharmacist was unlocking the front door.

I cornered the pharmacist, an attractive woman in her mid 40's, and explained that I had a condom 'rupture' during sex and was panic stricken.

I tried to maintain my composure, but as I explained the 'ruptured condom' to her, without giving any indication that it was my son whose penis was deep inside me when the condom ruptured, I started to cry.

There was no one else other than the woman and myself in the pharmacy at the time, and she stepped from behind the counter to comfort me. She hugged me as I cried, my tears soaking her shoulder. "I feel so damn stupid for letting this happen." I sobbed trying to regain my composure.

"Honey, this is not your fault. You acted responsibly, you were using protection. The condom broke; they do break occasionally. We can take care of this. " she said as she gently rubbed my head trying to reassure me.

She continued, "I can fix you up with emergency contraception that is highly effective in preventing pregnancy. It is simple and safe. But we need to take it immediately. It is a concentrated dose of oestrogen and progestin. It will prevent ovulation, and implantation. The only real side effect is you may experience some nausea."

She was kind, and caring. She gave me the single dose pill, which I took immediately with some water she gave me in the pharmacy. She then gave me a 180 day supply of ongoing birth control pills.

"But honey, the birth control pills will prevent pregnancy, you still need to use condoms to protect yourself from disease." She advised.

I nodded indicating that I understood, and went over to the aisle where the condoms were stored and selected 3 dozen boxes; the same type that Mark had been using on me this past weekend.

The pharmacist looked surprised at this particular purchase. I tried to discern if it was the fact that I was buying three dozen condoms that surprised her. Was she shocked at my need for so many?

She held up one of the boxes, and after a moments hesitation said, "Honey, I do not mean to pry, but do you realise these are very thin, actually extra thin, condoms. They could rip again."

I blushed deeply. "These are what I will need."

A huge smile broke across her face. "Well, you are a very fortunate women. It going to take a fertile man to require all these. Good for you, honey; good for you! You must be the envy of all your friends."

I could feel my face burning with embarrassment, admiration and envy. I thought to myself how different her reaction would be if she knew that these were to cover the penis belonged to my 14 year old son! Would she still be saying 'good for you honey'? or would she be saying 'you sick, sick woman; you should be in prison'? I suspected it would be the latter.

I was ashamed of what I had done. I was ashamed that I was buying three dozen more condoms in preparation of doing it again, repeatedly. I knew that I should stop this insane nonsense; end this evil debauchery. But I also knew that I could not count on my will power, or Mark’s restraint to avoid a repeat.

I do not know about other women, but I seem to be unable to resist a man who has made me cum. I seem to become instantly obsessed with that man; almost as though he has a strange power over me, a power I am unable to resist. I become his. I a very real sense, he owns a part of me from that moment forward. I knew as I was standing there buying these condoms and birth control pills, Mark had that power over me. I was his. I was obsessed. I would try to resist, to deny this powerful attraction I felt towards my own teenage son. His ability to produce these powerful orgasms in me provided him a unique power over me. I hoped he would not abuse that power.

I thanked her, and I left the pharmacy. I sat in my car looking at the plastic bag of contraceptives on the passengers seat next to me and tried to process what had happened over the past three days, and what the future held. How did I ever get so damned fucked up that I was allowing my 14 year old son to enter me?

I arrived home, and decided to hide the bag of contraceptives from Mark. I had bought these as a precaution in case we could not 'resist the temptations' not as a decision to continue this terribly inappropriate relationship.

Mark had gone to school when I returned, mid-morning. I placed the condoms in my knicker drawer. And read the instructions on the birth control pills. I had several hours to kill until Mark came home again.

Mark came straight home from school, anxious to assess what the situation was. He found me the kitchen, and was very curious about the events at the pharmacy. I could see the concern, bordering on panic, that was dominating my son's attention. I felt the need to allow him to relax, to assure him everything was going to be OK.

I shared the emergency contraception details with him without sharing the details of the birth control pills or my purchase of the 36 condoms. I assured him that the risk of pregnancy had been removed.

Mark was still a bit shell shocked and was trying to determine if he was 'in trouble' with me, or I was mad at him for the events of the weekend. I felt an overwhelming need to comfort him, to reassure him that he had not done anything wrong; that it was me, not him, who acted inappropriately.

I wanted to touch him, hug him in reassurance, but I was also leery that any contact might lead to another physical encounter; so I remained seated at the kitchen table and reassured him verbally.

We talked for a long time. I apologised repeatedly for my inappropriate behaviour while trying to put it in perspective. I tried to explain to Mark, while trying to convince myself, that I was lonely, and turned to the wrong person for comfort.

"Mum, I know you are feeling bad about what happened, but it was not wrong. I wanted you as much as you wanted me. It was beautiful."

I reached across the table and took his hands in mine. "Mark, I know that is what you are feeling right now, and I appreciate you wanting to be there for me, but it was wrong. Very wrong"

I could feel my tears welling up in my eyes, my voice was starting to quiver as I tried to speak calmly. "Mark, I am supposed to protect you and guide you, not become a sexual predator that uses you for my own emotional crutch."

"Mum, that is not how it was. It was beautiful to me. And neither of us used the other. We expressed our love for each other. And mum, no matter what, I do not want to stop sharing our love; I can't stop."

I could see tears forming in Mark’s eyes as he spoke. It was like someone stuck a knife through my heart at this moment; my baby boy, my son, was starting to cry as he told me how much he loved me, how much he needed me, how beautiful he felt our intimate relationship was. Mark’s tears triggered the flood gates of my own emotions.

Tears started streaming down both our faces as we held each others hands across the table. Mark stood up, and pulled me to a standing position. I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him.

Mark’s hand slowly raised up and cupped my breast. There was a brief instant where I knew I should stop this; I knew I should remove his hand from my breast. I paused as I tried to gather the strength to end this encounter before it got too far. But I could not do it. Try as I might, I could not resist my need to be touched at that moment. The temptation was simply too great; the pleasure too enticing. I allowed his hand to caress my breast, knowing full well that it could lead to more inappropriate behaviour between us.

My nipple quickly grew erect as his fingers slowly teased and pulled on it through my thin lace bra. I just hugged him and sobbed in an emotional released, my tears soaking his chest and shoulder, while I allowed my teenage son to feel me up in the kitchen again.

With his other hand, Mark placed his fingers under my chin and raised it. I could see the tears running down his cheeks as I looked into his watery eyes. He kissed me. And despite the desire to prevent a physical encounter tonight, I was helpless. I opened my mouth and accepted his tongue as he teased my hard nipple with his fingers.

I was sobbing, crying, and yes, growing wet and aroused. I could feel Mark’s penis starting throbbing against my abdomen as we kissed and as he felt my breast. I could feel Mark’s tears washing from his cheeks on to mine as he kissed me deeply.

We kissed and cried for several moments in the kitchen in an emotional release more powerful than I can describe.

I know this was wrong, very, very wrong; but never has physical contact felt so right, so full of love and genuine affection as this moment did right then. Mark was growing aroused, and I was growing aroused, and we were both experiencing an emotional release of epic proportions with a flood of tears and passion. This was far more than just sexual response; it was far deeper, more intense, and more intimate.

"Mark I love you so much darling. But we must not continue doing this." I sobbed. But even as I verbally told Mark we should stop, I could not help but grind into his hard erection. I did not push his hand from my breast. Nor did I resist his probing tongue as he kissed me deeply, and emotionally.

"I love you too Mum; more than you can imagine." Was Eric's response, as he started pulling the hem of my t-shirt up, and over my head.

"Mark, we should stop now." I said, unsure of the meaning of my own words as I raised my arms to allow him to pull my top off, over my head. I stood there in front of my son, wearing a thin lacy bra that did little to cover the erect nipples of my 38 Dcup breasts.

I was responding to the emotions and the situation; I was not resisting at all. I stood there, boldly, becoming aroused again under my son's gaze as he stepped back and looked at my bra covered breasts as they heaved slightly with the excitement of the moment.

Slowly, almost imperceptibly slowly, the mood was changing from an emotional release to passionate arousal. Mark reached forward and slowly unbuckled the belt to my jeans, and unsnapped the waist. He slowly lowered the zip. Mark took his time opening my jeans, giving me ample opportunity to stop him. I did not.

"Mark we really should not be doing this. I know you want to; I want to as well; but it is wrong." I did not believe my pleas myself as he slowly pulled my jeans down and I stepped out of them leaving me standing in the kitchen in just my bra and knickers.

I looked around and saw that the curtains were open. Anyone walking up the lane could glance through the window and see Mark undressing his mother.

"Mark the curtains are open. Someone might see us."

"No one is going to look in here, mum." He said reaching up with one hand and gently teasing my nipple through my bra.

With his other hand, he guided my hand to his erect young cock which was straining to burst through his school trousers. I felt his stiff hard on through the fabric of his trousers, and could not help but moan slightly at the firmness of his erection. "Mark, please, if someone see’s us, I would go to jail. They would send me to prison for what we are doing."

Mark smiled as though he understood, and stepped away from me, leaving me standing there partially exposed. I could feel the gusset of my light blue knickers getting wetter and wetter as my pussy lubrication slowly leaked out of me. Mark walked over to the kitchen windows and closed the curtains. Suddenly the room was darker with a more sedate atmosphere.

Mark then pulled a chair from the table and sat in front of me. Sitting in front of me, his face was level with my chest. Mark reached between my breasts and unclasped the front hook that was holding my bra in place, and he pushed the straps off my shoulders and down my arms, allowing the bra to fall free behind me on the floor.

Sitting as he was, Mark leaned forward and took my left nipple into his mouth and slowly sucked on it. I brought my hands to his head to guide my son to my breast as he suckled on me as I moaned with pleasure. I could feel his tongue flicking across the erect nipple as he sucked, and I could feel my pulse beating distinctly in my clitoris as it grew firm and erect in my knickers.

As he sucked my nipple, Mark’s fingers traced up my inner thigh and found the damp crotch of my knickers. Mark started teasing my clitoris through my wet knickers. I rocked my hips, humping against his fingers as they slowly explored my pussy. I was now beyond the point of 'no return'; I could not stop even if I wanted to. He had me completely in his control.

As my movements became more frantic, I knew that I could achieve an orgasm from the stimulation Mark’s fingers were applying to my clitoris through my panties. Suddenly, I wanted to cum; I needed to cum. I started humping more forcefully. And then Mark stopped.

I could not help moaning in disappointment when Mark suddenly stopped playing with my clit. I rocked my hips involuntarily against air, frustrated that I had been so close to cumming and prevented from doing so.

"Take your knickers off for me, mum" Mark asked casually.

I nodded my head, and lowered my knickers, stepping out of them. "Please give them to me." Mark instructed. I handed my knickers to my young son as he requested. Mark looked inside them and smiled. "Your knickers are wet, Mum."

I nodded. "Is your pussy leaking because you are turned on by me?" Mark asked.

Mark wanted me to discuss my bodies reaction to his stimulation. I nodded, and said simply, "Yes, Darling, you have me very aroused. I thought I was going to cum a moment ago while you were touching me down there." I could feel my face burn with arousal and shame as I told my son how wet he had made his mother’s pussy.

"That's good." Mark sat back in the chair, and said, "would you remove my trousers for me, Mum? They are feel very tight."

I looked at the huge tent in the front of Mark’s trousers and said,
"They look very tight, and uncomfortable darling."

I knelt down in front of my son. I unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his trousers and lowered his zipper. Mark raised his bottom off the seat so I could pull his trousers down. His underpants came off with his pants as I pulled them down his legs and over his heels.

Once released, his hard young penis sprung free and made a slapping sound as it flopped against his stomach.

Mark pulled his school shirt over his head, and quickly discarded his socks as I knelt in front of him. We were both naked now, and his arousal was quite evident from the size and firmness of his young erection.

He placed his hands on the sides of my head and guided me forward toward his erect young cock. Leaning back as he was, his hard cock rested on his lower abdomen, reaching up to just under his navel.

The veins running up the underside of his cock looked as thought they had been chiseled out of marble his young penis was so very rigid. He looked to be a little over 6 inches in length and at least 2 inches thick. It was hard to imagine that this hard penis would fit inside my pussy.

Kneeling between his knees I reached up and grasped his erection and pulled it towards my face. Because of the hardness of his erection, Mark’s cock resisted being pulled backwards towards me in this manner;. Pulling it back towards me revealed just hard and firm Mark was; and the firmness of his young erection only served to increase my arousal.

I pumped my fist up and down the shaft pulling the skin tight on the downward stroke. As I did this, I could see the tiny slit at the tip of the head peek open at me each time. It was as though his young cock was winking at me at I stroked up and down.

I looked up at Mark, and asked, "would you like me to suck on this for a moment darling?"

"yes...please...please suck my cock mum..." Mark’s arousal was apparent in his voice as he arched his hips up to encourage me to suck on him.

I kissed the bulbous head several times, before running my tongue around the ridge of his head. I took his hard cock into my mouth, bringing the head just past my lips and I sucked for several seconds, evoking moans of pleasure from my son.

I removed his cock from my mouth to study it again

"Would you like to cum in my mouth, darling?" I asked as I stroked my fist up and down my son's hard young shaft. "I will make you cum in my mouth if you want?"

Mark only groaned his approval. I leaned forward, placing the tip of my tongue inside the opening at the tip, trying to drive my tongue as far into his slit as I could. Mark shuttered as my tongue explored this tiny little opening. I could taste the distinct flavour of the pre-cum seeping from his hard cock. I could smell the faint scent of his semen as well.

Mark liked me trying to insert the tip of my tongue into his slit; he liked it a lot. I returned to sucking on him again, concentrating my tongue on the ridge of his cock's head.

As I sucked the head of his cock, Mark thrust his hips upward on each down stroke of my fist. For the next several minutes, I licked, kissed and sucked this young cock, slowly moving my son closer and closer to his climax. I pumped his cock with my fist while exploring the very sensitive head with my tongue. I knew I was driving him crazy with this intense pleasure.

As his excitement increased, Mark could not help but rock his hips; thrusting upward trying to push deeper into my mouth. I did not try to take him into my throat, but just kept the head in my mouth. I wanted to enjoy my son's pleasure, and gagging and choking while this hard cock attempted to wedge down my throat would have removed my own enjoyment. So I concentrated on teasing and stimulating my boy's erection as I waited patiently for the inevitable eruption of sperm and into my mouth.

His moans of pleasure became louder and more intense. I knew my baby boy was going to cum soon. Mark grabbed my head to hold it in place, as his loins stiffened, and he made large arch upward of his hips.

Instantly, a large, viscous string of cum erupted in my mouth, accompanied by a loud, guttural moan from my baby boy. Once again, the volume of his ejaculate surprised me. The salty, slightly bitter tasting cum overwhelmed my mouth, but not in an unpleasant way. In a strange, perverse way, I enjoyed ingesting my own teenage son's most intimate nectar. It was both emotionally appealing and satisfying to me.

As I struggled to swallow my son's seed, I reflected once again that very few mother's ever experience this intimacy with their sons. Very few mothers know first hand what their son's cum tastes like. Very few mothers experience struggling to swallow the large ropes of their own son's cum as it spurts into their mouths. I always treasured Mark’s nectar as he erupted into my mouth. The memory of its salty bitter flavour arouses me to this very day.

I 'choked down' the first string of cum. Suddenly, another, slightly smaller string shot in my mouth. Swallowing this thick viscous string of cum without gagging or choking is not an easy thing for me to do. It requires my full concentration to avoid gagging or choking. I was committed to swallowing my son's entire load this time; or least most of it.

The volume of Mark’s ejaculate was beginning to overwhelm me. I realised that Mark produced a much larger volume of cum than any other man I have ever been with. I had not completely swallowed the second viscous string of cum when I felt his hard cock pulse once again, a third time, adding even more cum to my mouth.

Despite my desire not to waste any of this precious nectar, I simply could not swallow fast enough. I had to pull away, my mouth brimming with Mark’s cum, as I continued to pump his erection with my fist.

As I fought the volume of cum down my throat, his young cock erupted a fourth time; this time only a small, few drops of cum trickled down the head of his cock and over my fist. The unique aroma of the cum was very pleasing to me.

When I had swallowed the load in my mouth, I leaned forward and kissed the head of his cock. I looked at Mark as I continued to pump his firm cock in my fist slowly and asked, "Darling, do you think you can stay hard for me? Or should I wait for later?"

"Mum, I can stay hard for you as long as you want." Mark said with confident pride. I looked at his rigid young cock and knew my boy could do just that.

I thought quickly, I had taken the emergency contraception pill earlier that morning, and with the large dosage of estrogen and progestin in my system now, I was safe from pregnancy, at least for the next few days. I could take Mark inside my cunt bareback.

I stood up and climbed on top of Mark as he leaned back in the chair. I straddled him and positioned my wet and hairy pussy over my young son's erection. "Can I put this hard b**st in my pussy, darling? Do you think that would be OK?"

Mark smiled, nodded approval and took hold of my hips to help guide me over his hard cock. I was very wet down there in response to sucking Mark’s cock and ingesting his sperm. The thick, bulbous head of Mark’s cock slid into my pussy opening easily. I could take about 4 inches of his length before meeting some resistance deep inside of my cunt.

Straddling Mark’s torso, I raised and lowered myself pushing more of his young erection deeper inside me with each penetration.

I was forcing myself down on his rigid pole, and as I did, I could not help but groan in response to the pleasure of gradually impaling myself on this hard young cock.

By the time I had accommodated the entire young cock I knew I was going to be able to reach a climax with my son.

In this position, the large head was rubbing against the front wall of my cunt, pressing into my womb, and stimulating my g-spot. Mark was pushing me backwards, into a sitting position astride him. I was not going to last long in this position; I could feel my orgasm starting to build as I moved to grind myself against my son's beautiful young cock that was buried deep inside my cunt.

"Oh baby, you are going to make mummy cum...you are going to make your mummy cum on your hard young cock again..." I was moaning as I felt my climax get nearer and nearer.

I felt the first wave of pleasure crash through my body. "Oh Mark, fuck me...I am cumming..." I said as I fucked my son.

With his hard young cock deep inside me. Each sudden, powerful plunge of Mark’s hard cock into my wet cunt impaled my womb with the head of his cock, and sent another wave of pleasure crashing through me. I was bouncing up and down, babbling an incoherent wave of moans, pleas and obscenities as I had one long continuous orgasm.

"Oh...I am cumming darling...oh shit, I can't take it...oh...fuck me...harder...Oh I can’t stop..." I was babbling complete nonsense as wave upon wave of orgasm overtook me. "Darling, cum with me? Cum inside me?"

With that, Mark began pounding me harder; actually slamming his hips against me. I knew my boy was preparing to unload inside me as my entire cunt spasmed in orgasmic delight.

"Oh cum for me baby." I hissed. "Pump mummy full..." I wanted his cum inside me.

Mark’s loins stiffened suddenly and his hands held me in place as I felt his young cock spasm and pulse inside my waiting cunt. I knew Mark was erupting inside of me, and I liked it. I liked it a lot.

Some women claim they can actually feel the semen splashing against the walls of their cunt; I cannot. But I could definitely feel the massive pulsing of his young cock inside of me as my cunt spasmed, grasping Mark’s hard young cock in attempt to milk every single drop of my son's seed.

After several minutes of his cock unloading in me, we separated and took a few minutes to breathe. Mark then got up and took my hand and started walking towards the bedroom. I glanced over his shoulder as we quickly walked through the hall to my bed and noticed that the living room curtains were open, and anyone standing directly in front of the house could look in and see my son and me had been coupled together. For a brief moment I was horror stricken, but no one appeared to be on the street at the moment. I knew I needed to be far more careful in the future. We needed to keep the curtains drawn tightly.

We collapsed on the bed, Mark was soon on top of me, with his hard young erection back deep inside of me. He had remaining firm despite having cum twice in the past twenty minutes. We lay there panting, trying to catch our breath, sweat dripping from each of us.

"Kiss me." I said. And Mark leaned forward and kissed me deeply and passionately. I squeezed his cock with my cunt and could feel it pulse inside of me in response.

As Mark’s tongue entered my mouth, his young cock began moving inside of me slightly. I moaned encouragement and his began sliding in and out of me slowly. My baby boy was going to fuck me again...and I was happy and content.

Mark began picking up the pace, and started fucking me, slowly and lovingly. I knew I could not cum again so soon, but I wanted my baby to cum inside me again, if he could.

"Can you do it again, darling? I want you to cum in me again if you can." I encouraged.

It took a while, but finally Mark groaned and stiffened, and ejaculated once again side me. He collapsed, staying inside me and we drifted off to sleep coupled together. Some time later, while we dozed, he slipped out from my cunt.

I awoke a few hours later to find Mark probing my pussy with his fingers. It was oozing with his sperm leaking from it. "God mum, you are still so wet!" Mark said in amazement.

I chuckled and said, "Darling, that is from you. That is your cum you left inside me. That is all those tiny little spermies leaking out of your mummy’s pussy." As I spoke, I could feel Mark’s young cock stir and start to pulse against my thigh.

"Ohh Darling, are you getting hard again? Do you like thinking about your cum leaking our of mummy’s pussy?" I teased. His young cock throbbed against me again. I smiled and said, "I think you do. I think knowing that your mummy’s pussy is flooded with your sperm turns you on; doesn't it?"

Mark smiled and nodded. And he rolled me on my back. He was now fully erect again. Ah, the wonders of youth. Teenage boys do have a marvellous resilience, don't they?

"Do you want to fuck me again? Are you going to add some more cum to my supply?"

Mark separated my legs and slowly entered me again, with no resistance; I was still so wet. He was able to slide right in unobstructed. He started fucking me hard, raising my legs over his shoulders, slamming himself inside me.

I started to respond. "Oh darling, that feels good. You are going to get me again. You are going to make me cum." I hissed as I arched up to meet his thrusts. And I did cum again. With my legs over his shoulders, and my arse raised off the bed to meet his punishing, pounding thrusts, I came again and again for my second long continuous orgasm.

As soon as I started to cum, Mark stiffened and unloaded inside me again.

Mark and I were now lovers; there was no denying that, or changing that. He would share my bed as long as he wished. He would take me when he wanted. I could never refuse him now; I was his, I would be available for him; I knew that, and he knew that.

Mark would have me expose myself to him and tell him how my body responded to his touch. He enjoyed being able to control me this way. He loved being able to evoke the sexual response that he could from his mother.

Mark would date girls. I would not get jealous. On the contrary, I was thrilled and pleased for him. I would make sure that his relationship with me did not interfere with pursuing all the normal and wonderful things a teenager should experience.

Some day, when he wanted to end our intimacy, I would accept that willingly, with some sadness. But he would know that I was always here for the taking. And I would always cherish the intimacies we shared.

You may think me a monster; perhaps you are right. But my feelings for my son are filled with love more than lust; and it is the most genuinely powerful emotion I have ever had. Please try not to judge me without understanding my feelings and emotions.

And know that I never wanted to harm anyone, especially my son, whom I love more than life itself

Helen.