My Lover Son
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I finished the book I was reading, and looked at the wall clock, it was well past midnight. I am usually an early sleeper but today somehow I was not able to sleep, so I took this book, an erotic novel. I found it fascinating and finished it in one go. Now I was feeling very wet down my thighs and I knew I was very horny. My cunt was on fire and I had nothing else other than my fingers to satisfy my forceful urges. I wanted something real inside my burning cunt, something long, thick and hard. My fingers were not able to satisfy my desires.
My husband died four years back, and since then, I have been leading a very monotonous life. Running the small business left by my husband, and looking after my only son, Jonny who was fourteen at the time of my husband’s death. Earning was good enough to support both of us, and so I did not have any financial need; but the emotional and physical needs were there, might be because I had a very good married life for over fifteen years. I was virgin at the time of my marriage and my late husband was the only man who had ever fucked me. We had a very satisfying and active sex life. Together we had explored every horizons of sexual fulfillment.
I did not marry again, as when my husband died I had a teenage kid to raise. Secondly, it’s not that easy for an aged widow of thirty-nine with a fourteen-year-old son, to find a new groom. While trying to manage my business, I met many men during the last four years. All were interested in only screwing me but certainly not in marriage. Being treated only as a sexual object was not acceptable to me and slowly I confined myself to our business and to my son, who was now 18 and was about to join college during next season.
I think that even at the age of thirty-nine I am rather good looking. Hidden stares and occasional comments from the passers by while walking down the street are proof enough that I am still attractive. Though I had put on some weight recently still I do not feel that I could be called obese. May be a little plump. Only deformity I had was the scar on my stomach that I got during the birth of my son, as he was a cesarean child.
I put off the table lamp and tried to sleep, but I could not. My mind was in turmoil; the novel had suddenly revived the memory of my husband. He was a real brute in bed and he always kept my horny cunt in satiated condition. I recalled his long and thick cock and imagined it moving ion and out of my swollen pussy lips.
“Oh god…” I cursed. “What’s happening to me?”
I probably knew the answer. I needed a cock, live and throbbing, pounding between my thighs, ravishing my heated pussy.
After trying unsuccessfully for about half an hour, I gave up and left my bed. Perhaps a stroll in my verandah might induce some sleep. I came out of my room. The mildly cold air in the verandah had rather a freshening effect on me and I felt more energized.
I noticed that the lights were still on in my son’s room, which was at the other side of verandah. His windows, though covered with curtains, lights were seeping out of them. It was clear that he was awake. I felt little curious. It was strange that he was studying so late in the night, as his final exams were already over. I went near to the window and tried to sneak a quick look through the gap between the curtains. What I saw inside made me flush with excitement and embarrassment.
Jonny was wide-awake. He was lying on his bed completely naked. His eyes were glued to a magazine in his left hand and his right hand was vigorously massaging his rigid cock. The magazine cover showed some explicit fuck scene. His hand was moving in a rhythm. I felt ashamed for peeping on my own son during his private moments, but an underlying excitement prevented me moving away from the windows. My eyes were feasting on his massive hardness pulsating between his fingers. Jonny cock was long and thick; the purple head of his cock appeared like a big mushroom. His pubic hair was thick and dark and his balls seemed large and heavy though not completely visible from my position.
A rush went through my body - this was the first cock I had seen since my husband's death. My fingers automatically moved between my thighs. I was wet, very wet down there. My legs were trembling with excitement. My fingers explored my and I entered two fingers inside my wet beaver. Looking at rock hard cock of my son I tried to match his rhythm, feeling as if my fingers were my son’s cock moving between my scorching cuntlips.
Jonny was busy in working on his cock but his movements were now quicker. I could guess that he was approaching his pinnacle and he was going to shoot any time. Pressure was also building inside me and I could feel my impending orgasm, my first orgasm in four years. Jonny was muttering something with every stroke however; his voice was not audible to me.
Suddenly Jonny cried in ecstasy and his body became stiff. Large white globes of cream started flying form the tip of his cock landing on his chest and stomach. His cock kept on jerking and shooting his love cream and after emptying his cock slumped against his stomach. The last drops of his cum slowly seeped out of his cock wetting his pubic hair.
My own fingers were moving frantically in and out of my cunt, trembling in my legs was reaching to the extreme and my legs were no more able to support my weight. I had to muffle my cry forcefully, when an intense orgasm shook through me. I immediately got hold of window pan just to prevent myself form collapsing on the floor. I was shaking frenziedly and I could feel my spending dripping out of my cunt wetting my pubic hair, my panties and further moving downwards towards my thighs. I had never felt such a state of delight. I remained there until the rapture inside me completely subsided.
When I got back to my senses, my son has already wiped clean his cum from his stomach and was putting his shorts back. He then lifted the magazine dropped on his bed and hid it carefully behind inside his bookshelf. Feeling completely fulfilled I too retired to my room. I was feeling little ashamed of my act, however, I could not deny the immense pleasure I had derived while spying on my own son.
Next day, as soon as my son went out of house, I quickly sneaked into his room. The magazine was lying at the same place where my son had hidden it. I quickly flipped through the pages; magazine was full of explicit pictures of lovemaking in every possible manner with some storylines with them.
I scanned through one visual story. My eyes fell open when I realized that it was a story about explicit sexual acts between a son and his mother. I flipped through the pages more carefully. Each picture, each story seemed to be depicting the sexual coupling between family members. With every passing page, I could feel my excitement rising higher and higher. I then looked carefully at the magazine cover; my guess was right, it was a magazine and this particular edition was a mother son special edition.
I could not believe it; last night my son was masturbating probably thinking about me. I suddenly felt euphoric. Suddenly my heart was beating fast, blood rushing to my head. I felt wetness between my thighs.
For the whole last night, I have been thinking about my son’s handsome cock and I later realized that my cunt desperately wanted to feel it. However, then I did not know whether my son would like to fuck the aged cunt of his mother. The magazine convinced me that my son also wanted to fuck his mother cunt. Just imagining that my son would have been thinking about fucking his me, my cunt started twitching and I again had to use my fingers to relieve the aching in my cunt. Later I hid the magazine in my room.
Jonny returned late that evening, after dinner he watched TV for some time and around nine he decided to retire to his room. After a while, I went to my room; stripped completely and then slipped a gown over my naked body. I was now armed to seduce my son.
I took his magazine and followed him. Before knocking, I just tried to look through the keyhole in the door. Jonny was frantically searching through his bookshelf. He looked distressed. I lightly knocked his door and immediately entered so that he could not get any time to pull through. Jonny jumped to his feet and looked at me shockingly.
“Are you looking for something, honey?”
“No mom; Just kept a magazine somewhere, which I had borrowed from a friend and now I’m not able to trace it.” He was trying to maintain his poise.
“Ah!” I suppressed my smile. “Are you talking about this magazine, son?” I showed him the magazine, which was hidden behind my back.
He was crestfallen. He could not believe his eyes, he was caught red handed.
“I could never believe...” I spoke with artificial anger. “That my son is reading this kind of thrash and thinks about fucking his own mother while masturbating.”
“I...I...!” He stammered. “ I didn’t mean that, mom.” He was fruitlessly trying to defend himself. “You must be mistaken.”
Itching in my cunt was reaching to its crescendo, and I was not in a position to pretend anymore.
“Don’t worry son, I’m not mad at you.” I assured him. “But, do you really like to fuck your mom, honey?” I asked in a low, whispery voice.
Jonny stood, speechless; he could not believe what he was hearing. At last, he swallowed and nodded positively.
Grace
- 20.03.2023
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