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A Mother's Sin

By: venomlegions



***This is one of my earliest stories. I wrote this some 25 years ago. I wanted to write something different, than most stories and write this as a narrative, where the story is told as dialogue, with very little detail. The idea is, that you use your imagination, using the dialogue as your guide in the story telling. I don't know if I succeeded, but I hope you enjoy! 

*****

"Well. there's Miss Williams. Showtime I guess..." 

"That's his Mother? Geez! 

"You ready for this one, Lacy?"

"No fucking wonder the boy has issues, look at her would you! His Mother's a freaking prostitute for crying out loud, can you believe she showed up for a parent/teacher conference like that?"

"Is it me, or did the professors just happen to skip the "how to deal the children of losers" when we were in college? I mean what exactly are we supposed to say?

"Beats me, but the way she's dressed is probably half of the problem I'll bet!"

"Sorry I'm a little late, I was out on a date and we got caught in traffic, so uh, what's the tag team action all about?"

"thanks for coming Miss Williams, and uh, well this is Mrs. Lacy, our acting assistant principal. Please have a seat, if you would please."

"Uh oh, I already don't like the way this is going. What the hell did Jimmy do? He's a good kid!"

"Well yes ma'am, for the most part he is. But we've been having some rather, odd behavior from him lately."

"And unfortunately, Miss Williams, that's where I come in at. I think it would be better if we just get right to the point. Jim has been placed in detention three times this week for, well, fondling the girls in his classes - touching their, breasts , and butts."

"Oh! Okay! That... I was not expecting."

"If the girls' parents should happen to file complaints, we'll have to have Jim expelled, Miss Williams, and none of us what that to happen, and we do realize you're single parent. So, we like to try and help you through this problem with Jimmy, and to be honest... we both agree that your, well, your method of dress may be partly to blame."

"Miss Williams, really! He's at that age, he's eighteen! Boys' hormonal urges don't always discriminate between, well, right and wrong.

"Wait! Hold up right there! What the hell does my dressing habits have to do with his normal hormonal urges?"

"I mean if he's seeing men grabbing on to you to show affection, he thinks it's ok to do the same."

"Yeah, ok. But I haven't had a man grab up on me in I don't know how long. Today was the first date I've had in six months."

"Well, hold up. Now, Devon has mentioned other men here, but the problem, may not be there, I mean Jim's developed a fixation on breasts and buttocks, Miss Williams, and lets be frank here, you have ample in both categories, if you follow me here? He maybe, how do I say, repressing or redirecting his desires or his fascination, with you."

"What the hell, are you getting at here? Are you trying to insinuate that, that my own son is, shit, that he's lusting for me?"

"Don't freak out Miss Williams. I mean, it's not unheard of, like Devon said, boys at Jim's age don't relate "Mom to - to sex". They relate boobs and butts, and that's all. He's not really so much, lusting after you as he may be lusting after your, well, abundant physical attributes if you follow me."

"Look, I can't help it if I got big tits and a big ass..."

"Oh, we realize that Miss Williams, but putting them on display like you do may, antagonize the boy."

Oh, so you expect me to wrap up in a sheet? Maybe wear myself one of those old-time barrels with some suspenders? My ass is wide as a semi-truck, I have to put my tits on display to give men something to look at, besides my fat fucking ass you see. I'm dressing like this to get Jimmy a new father, and I think that would serve him more than me walking around in a goddamned moo-moo!"

And the rest of the meeting went pretty similar to that. Them accusing me of being the cause of jimmy's lewd behavior, and me denying it - secretly wishing that I actually had a sex life to corrupt him with.

For hours that evening, the concept of jimmy being, obsessed with my body drove me crazy. I could do little else but sit around and think about it. Was he just fascinated by my curves? If he'd been five or six, I might have been content with that - but he was eighteen, old enough what tits and ass were for.

No! I had the haunting feeling that there was more to it than that. The teachers had told me an Oedipus Complex was not that uncommon in young boys, but that they usually outgrew it - as long as I didn't tease him or submit to his fantasies.

But how do you tell perfect strangers that such, lecherous tendencies run in your family? How do you tell them that you had sex with your own brother, when he was the same age as Jim is now. How do you explain that your son, is actually the product of such incestuous and forbidden acts?

You can't just up and admit something like that, even with years of fucking therapy. It's hard enough to admit the shit to myself, much less to somebody else. I mean hell, I'd tried hard to even repress the memories, but so much for that. 

Nope, no such luck. Now that Jimmy himself, had up and began to show the same tendencies that my brother and I - even my father - had shown. Yes, that's right, my father too, I'm ashamed to admit.

My mother hauled ass and left him for another man, and me and my little brother stayed with him. Despite his drunkenness and womanizing. But once he discovered me and my brother was dirty little pervs, he had no reason to leave home to get his groove on, and so I became the sexual target of both of them - until Jimmy was born.

I had to know for sure. I absolutely had to find out if what the teachers suggested was even remotely true, and there was only one way to find out for sure without embarrassing Jimmy.

I had to provide him the opportunity to indulge his lust without letting him know what I knew about his possible obsession with me.

And so, I told him I was going to take some powerful sleeping pills, that I was going to be out-cold for two to four hours. And, that he likely couldn't wake me up, even if he wanted to. And then I left the door to my bedroom open and stripped down to my high heels.

I considered several possible scenarios. I figured he'd either take the opportunity to watch a porno on the satellite, or he might simply do nothing. Truly, I figured the worst that would happen was that he might jack off to me while he thought I was asleep.

I originally intended to set the camcorder in my closet and actually take the pills so that I wouldn't have to actually lay there through whatever happened, and quite honestly I had no desire to watch my son beat off his little cock.

Whether it was sheer perverse curiosity or, just the fact that I hadn't even seen a cock in over two years - I don't know, but I crashed on the bed and never took the pills.

Some deep and buried motherly instinct must have surfaced from somewhere, as I lay down - and decided to lay on my stomach so he couldn't see my pussy.

I lay there nearly an hour getting a crick in my neck, waiting for something to happen. I was nearly on the verge of giving up when I heard the faintest squeak of the bedroom door and detected lightly padded footsteps enter the room behind me.

"Mom? Mom?"

At first he whispered my name. Then he slowly turned up the volume of his voice until it was normal.

"Mom... hey Mom... Mom!"

Obviously checking to see if he could wake me with sound.

The little spy was smart, he'd taken his shoes off - but with the central unit off, I could hear his bare feet slowly cross the carpet towards my bed.

If he'd been planning something else, to watch a porno movie, or some such - not rousing me by voice would have been sufficient.

But as he made his way towards my naked form, I coolly realized he was up to something else - something that involved getting closer to me.

I was absolutely helpless. I could do nothing with revealing the fact that I was in fact awake - which would reveal my earlier lie about the medicine, and the first rule of parenthood is never let your children know you lied to them - because then you lose all credibility to discipline them for the same!

And so, there I lay, heart pounding - watching his a she snuck up to the dresser and lifted my sleeping pill bottle. As he read the label, I wondered just what the fuck he was up to.

I nearly gasped aloud when he sat the bottle back down and began to undo his belt, was he going to beat off or what? My mind reeled, and still I remained frozen in position. No matter what he did, I had to remain motionless and totally unresponsive.

The way my head was turned, I could see him with my right eye - and so - glued hypnotically to his movements, I stared unblinkingly as his pants unbuttoned and then slipped to around his ankles at the floor.

Staring at his bare and hairless little ass - it stuck me odd that the little turn wore no underwear at all beneath his slack, and as I gawked - it occurred to me that I had not truly seen my son naked in a long time, perhaps more than a couple years in fact.

I wondered with deviant curiosity what I would see between his legs when he turned around to face me.

Once his shirt was off, he turned slowly back around towards the bed - towards me - and the light from the lamp bathed something thick between his legs in a bizarre glow, I had to bite my tongue to prevent myself from making an audible comment - Jimmy's cock was limp, but fucking huge - thick as his wrist - and a bloated set of hairless balls ballooned just beyond it, pushing out from between his thighs.

How in the fuck did he grow a "John Holmes" cock like that without me noticing. Then it occurred to me, he'd stopped running around the house in his underwear some years ago, and I figured now I knew why.

Seeing me prancing about half naked most of the time, had been making him pop boners - big ones I imagined - from the size of his limpness.

He's been concealing his sexuality from me for years, and as his trek into puberty roared forward - it was becoming more and more frustrating for him to be so close to tits and ass, and yet so far away from being able to reach out and touch it. And, so he'd been indulging himself at school, on the young girls, instead of me!

Cracking my right eye, I saw that he was staring - longingly toward my big, fat ass - it's two plush cheeks, I'm sure, were protruding quite high and to my sudden horror - I realized quite invitingly as well.

As he stepped up to the bed where I lay, his left hand reached out - boldly - and caressed am ass cheek, a long and slow motion that sent chills up my spinal chord. I thought suppressing that chill was difficult until his smooth gliding hand suddenly warped my butt, slapping the fleshy bag of fat that comprised my right ass hunk.

With my one good eye, I gawked as his limp tube elongated and expanded in all directions, fading from skin tone into an angry purplish hue as it filled rapidly with blood. His erection was truly awesome, a good ten inches or more in length and twice the thickness of his wrists - Ron Jeremy would be proud!

After eighteen years of wondering whether my father or my brother was Jimmy's sire, I suddenly realized I now knew which one it was. With suck a huge and straight cock, and such a high strung ball sack, it had to be my brother.

My father had been hung, but not nearly like my little brother had been, and it was his ridiculously huge appendage that had originally coaxed me into pillaging his dumb little ass. An act that I now was forced to face, to relive, as I lay there staring with one eye at the product of that sick sin!

Whether it was from the remembrance of my little brother's massive cock. Or Jimmy's erection, I felt my labia moisten - my face flush, and my nipples began to swell hard like pink thimbles!

Even after he crawled up onto the bed with me, and positioned himself between my thick thighs - I could not make myself accept what was happening. He's just gonna jack off, that's all, he's just gonna jack off while he's playing with my ass - or at least that's what I kept telling myself even after he wriggled up between my legs and spread them widely.

Only when I felt the tip of his hard cock bumping the back of my ass cheek, did it truly occur to me that he was about to mount me. My eighteen year old son was about to rape me, believing that I was asleep and oblivious to his actions.

Had I been a decent mother, I'd have gotten up right then and there and beat him senseless, but, but instead - I relaxed, relaxed and let my hormones surge throughout my long deprived body, and steadied myself for what was about to happen.

Despite my efforts to relax, to give in to my incestuous desires - I nearly freaked when he pressed his cock up between my as cheeks and started to jerk off, though I must admit, my level of nervousness dropped a few levels when I concluded that all he was doing was beating off.

Just as I was about to let myself calm completely down, the little fucker nearly caused me to squeal - when he decided out of the blue, to begin spanking my ass with his free hand!

"Yeah... yeah! Come on, yeah! Big fat fucking ass... juggle you fat bitches... jiggle!"

The little shit was getting his jollies jerking off between my jiggling, warbling, fat ass cheeks. And, the sick part of it was, I was too! My pussy was gushing onto the mattress beneath me, and the urge to act - to take the little turd was becoming almost too much!

Where the tube of lube came from, I don't know. But when he stopped whipping my ass for a moment, and I heard the sound of the goo squirting - I somehow had the feeling...

... to get fucked in my ever loving asshole!

"Oh yeah... such a tight asshole!"

I had to bite down on the edge of the pillow to stop myself from screaming as he wriggled and pushed his oversized cock up into my asshole. The bad part was, I couldn't even try and clench if shut without letting him know I was awake - and so I just had to lat there, and let him violate my sphincter cavern.

It didn't feel good, it hurt like hell actually but after several moments of him sliding in and out - the discomfort gave way to something next to, to pleasure. I'd never had it in the ass before, never wanted it in the ass - and hadn't this time either, but because of my own curiosity - my own stupidity, was no taking it up the ass whether I wanted to or not!

All at once, the little shit decided it was time pound mommy's ass for all it was worth - and his eighteen year old boney hips began pumping like well-oiled pistons, ramming his cock in and out of my hole so fast and furiously - that my whole butt began to quiver and gyrate wildly!

"Fucking yeah! Oh, oh shit! Oh, oh, man... dude, oh shit!"

And then, yes right then, he hit a spot somewhere inside me - with that overgrown cock of his, and my entire body trembled, and a flood of hot fluids cascaded out of my cunt onto the bed - once more - signaling to the soaked mattress, that I'd had another orgasm from my own son.

I wanted to scream, to at least moan. But I knew I couldn't, not if I ever hoped to return to a normal life after this - this incestuous fling, with my son!

It seemed like forever before he finally blew his wad, and what a wad it was - felt like I got my colon flushed with cream.

"Oh fucking yeah! Yeah, dammit, man!"

Boy, I thought I'd had it bad - being sexually deprived for the longest time, hell, poor Jimmy had been staring at me for years now and had only just now been able to fulfill his desires.

By the time he climbed off of me, my asshole ached - and come soaked the backs of my wide thighs, and dripped down onto the bed to mix with my own fluids that I'd been secretly gushing the whole time.

I gotta hand it to the little bastard though, he was smart enough to clean up his mess before grabbing his clothes and scampering out and down the hall into his room for the night.

So I guess the teachers were fucking right, Jimmy had been after me - and despite their warnings, I'd not only tempted him, I'd let him have me!

"Damn, she ain't about to roll over is she - oh well, ain't nothing wrong with her ass. She has got the finest ass I've ever seen, fuck!"

I'd never heard my son curse before that night, and it would have appalled me - had he not been, complimenting me with every vulgar word he uttered.

As soon as he was out of the room, I got up and grabbed the camcorder I'd hidden in my closet...

"Fuck me! Look how big his fucking cock is, it's massive! OOOO, yeah , son, pump it, fuck, look at him ride my fat ass!"

... and spent the rest of the night masturbating to images of my son fucking me in my big fat ass! By morning, my bed was thoroughly soaked through with cunt juice.

What the hell, I thought - I'd fucked both my father and my brother, and I'd turned out ok - or had I?

Fuck the teachers - not only was I planning to tease him, I fully had intentions of making him my sex partner - one way or the other!

*****

Bad mother? How do you know if you're a bed mother or not? Well that's a good question, see, cause there's two kinds of bad mothers. There's the mother who just doesn't give a damn about her kids, the kind that neglect their offspring.

And then, there's me - the second kind of bad mother. The kind who, be it by genetic predisposition or by some seriously warped need - finds herself using her child as a sexual toy. Or is it Jimmy who's using me? I think back to my own adolescence, my own twisted affair with my own brother. I guess it was me who was using him back then, so maybe - maybe it is Jimmy who's manipulating me now.

"Well, I think I got everything. Time to get started I guess."

But somehow, at some point during the night while I masturbated to the video of jimmy ass-fucking me. I decided that it was going to be me in charge of any sexual affair we might have, and to that end - I find myself once again, plotting a fake situation in order to seduce him.

I can't believe he actually took advantage of me like he did last night - I mean - I never dreamed he'd do something like, fucking me in the damn asshole - it was just unbelievable, slapping my fat ass the whole time - like he was some kind of porn star stud, crazy!

And yet, I know it really happened - shit, I've got it all on video for crying out loud, hell! I mean the little shit ass-raped me thinking I was asleep! How deviant is that?

But it's all good, cause tonight the little bastard is gonna give me what I really want, one way or the other - even if I have to rape him this time around.

No, no - I'm playing it cool, same way I did last night - see - when he comes home in from school, I'm gonna pretend to be passed out again from my sleeping pills - to which end - I've placed them on the table here by the couch so he'll be sure to see!

And to finish up m little crime scene, I've picked up a few extra props for tonight's performance - to guide him in the right direction!

An empty beer bottle to make him think I'm even more out cold than I was last night, and a big rubber dildo I bought at the porno store today.

The idea is to let him think I'm sexually frustrated , to the point where I've gotten drunk and stoned - while diddling myself to a porn video. Which, incidentally, brings me to my next little prop which I also picked up at the porno store two streets down.

"Big Momma Needs Love Too!" Yes, she certainly fucking does. Now this isn't a kid-flick, hell the "boys" in it look older than me - but the idea is to let him think that I'm interested in doing younger men, make him think even more about my sexuality - and a role he might play in it.

Oh , hell, I'm probably being too damned over-analytical with him - he's just eighteen - but when he walks in that door tonight, I don't want him to have a single misconception about what I need and what I want.


A Mother's Sin Ch. 01



Introduction: A Mother's Sin - My excuse 

These events took place in November 2013, less than a year ago...even now, these events seem surreal. I struggle to accept the fact that I committed this sin. But I must face the fact that I did allow my son into my bed. 

My excuse

My mind wanders frequently; often in ways I do not intend, or want. I do not know if I am unique or not, but on occasion, I find myself thinking about things that society deems highly inappropriate. These things involve my only son, Gary.

When I allowed myself to explore inappropriate fantasies, I used do so with the strong belief that these were only fantasies; I would never actually act upon them. Further, I was comforted by the belief that in the real world in which I live, I knew I would not be tempted to act out any of these perverse desires that haunt my subconscious because I believed I would never actually be placed in a situation that would allow me to act inappropriately with my son. As you will see momentarily, I was wrong.

Fate is unpredictable and, on occasion, cruel. So as you read my story, I ask you to try to refrain from judging me too harshly. It was an unexpected and unplanned set of events that lead to my most heinous sin, and my demise. It was an avalanche of emotions associated with my father's unexpected illness and his imminent death, the unwise decision I made to drink with my son to alleviate my sense of loss, and being thrust into the unusual situation where I was forced to share a hotel room with my son, that combined to drive me to cross a line that I never intended to cross.

I never expected or intended to do the things that I did. Before judging me, you should realize that perhaps you too could make grievous mistakes if placed in the 'wrong situation', with the proper (or perhaps I should say improper?) emotional state of mind. 

I am not proud of what I did; but this is my story nonetheless.

Chapter one - the intimacy starts 

I was sitting at my desk when I received the call from my step-mother; my father had a stroke. Dad was in very serious condition and was not expected to live long. Lorraine told me, that if I wanted to see him alive again, I should make haste and get to Santa Fe, New Mexico.

I was numb. Although, it had been over a year since I had seen Dad, I spoke with him at least once a week, often more frequently. He and I were close.

Of course, objectively speaking, I knew that he was eventually going to die; we all do; but he had been healthy and vibrant the last time I saw him. I did not expect a call like this for many, many years. I was in great of a shock and really did not know how to respond.

I arranged to pick up Gary, my only son, at his high school and then headed home to pack for the trip. Gary was a few weeks past his 18th birthday, and was in his senior year in high school. Gary and I had been very close since his father and I divorced nearly a decade earlier. We had a bond and an emotional closeness that is difficult to express in words.

We packed quickly and left our home shortly after lunch for a multi-day journey to see my father before it was too late.

It was after 1:00 p.m. when Gary and I headed out of Chicago in my Honda Civic on I-55 on our trek. Dad and Lorraine (my step mother) had retired to Santa Fe years ago and it was quite a trip from Chicago to see them. It would take us three full days of driving. Gary and I would share the driving.

As we drove, we talked about dad, our family, Gary's and my closeness. I cried some and laughed some. In my emotionally needy state, I felt even closer to Gary than usual. At the time, it did not feel wrong to lean on Gary the way I did. In fact, our closeness seemed natural and appropriate.

It was almost 9 p.m. when we pulled off the road for the night outside St. Louis, looking for a place to spend the night. Since the trip was completely unplanned, we did not have reservations. We went to three different motels before finding one with vacancies; a Holiday Inn Express which did not have any rooms with two queen beds, only rooms with single king beds. I really could not afford separate rooms.

As I was traveling with my teenage son, this presented an awkward situation; however, we were both exhausted and were far too tired to get back on the road and continue to look for a more suitable sleeping arrangement. Gary & I agreed we could share a king size bed tonight under these circumstances. I bought a bottle of cheap merlot wine from the convenience store in the lobby, thinking that I could use a little help getting to sleep to night.

We went to the room. I took a shower, dried my hair and came to bed wearing a t-shirt and my panties. I was not overly matronly, but neither was I wearing anything revealing or overly provocative. I exited the bathroom to find Gary lying on top of the bed in his boxers without a shirt; he watching TV. I was immediately impressed with the nice physique my son had now. He had nice muscle tone; his chest and arms were developing nicely. I also noticed his 'package' in front of his boxers bulged slightly, indicating that he was developing nicely there too. I must admit, I took some degree of pride in the fine looking young man my son had become.

Gary's father was a big man, about 6 ft 4 inches tall and 225 pounds. One the other hand, I was a small petite woman, 5 ft 4 inches (if I stretched), and about 115 pounds. Gary favored his father, he was slender, but had grown to 6 ft 3 inches and was approaching 200 pounds. He had broad shoulders, muscular arms, and a nicely developed chest. No question about it, Gary was going to be very popular with the girls once he got over his shyness. In a somewhat perverse way, I envied the young women that I knew Gary would sexually ravage and pleasure some day soon.

As I confessed earlier, at times while masturbating, I would fantasize that I was a young girl and Gary was taking my virginity. It seemed like a harmless fantasy at the time. 

I opened the bottle of wine and poured myself a sizeable glass of the burgundy colored nectar that I hoped would relax me enough to get some sleep. I climbed on the bed next to Gary and sipped my wine.

"Mom, can I taste that?" Gary asked.

I handed him the glass and watched with interest. He sipped the merlot, and nodded appreciatively. I then asked, "would you like a glass?" He nodded. I saw no harm, so I poured him a glass and refilled my own glass.

We spent the next hour or so, talking and together we consumed the bottle of wine. Gary got a little gabby and frisky with the two glasses of wine he had. I could feel myself becoming slightly light headed from my third glass; usually my limit is two.

It was after 10:30 p.m., when I declared it was time for 'lights out'; we needed our sleep. We climbed under the covers, each staying on our own side of the bed in the eerie silence of the darkness. Then the enormity of my father's stroke, and his impending death hit me, and I began to cry. Although I tried to be silent in my tears, Gary sensed that I was weeping.

"Mom, are you OK?" he asked with genuine concern.

"Oh, I will be. I am just upset about your grandfather." I said, my voice cracking as I spoke. I turned on my side, my back to my son, and continue to cry.

Gary rolled over next to me, and placed his arm around me, comforting me. I welcomed the contact as he slid behind me, spooning me. I was not dating anyone at the time and it had been many months since I had enjoyed the comfort and intimacy of a man's touch. I missed it, a lot.

My thoughts were completely innocent up to this point. Gary's strong arm draped around my shoulders, and gently massaged my upper arm and I snuggled back into my son's chest and abdomen.

Gary 's strong, but gentle contact seemed to trigger an emotional release within me. I started crying harder, weeping, as much chest heaved slightly in uncontrollable sobs.

Gary held me tighter, trying to calm me. I needed his comfort and contact at that moment. We cuddled and I accepted this innocent and emotional comfort and physical contact for several minutes; enjoying the closeness that my son and I shared.

Suddenly, I felt his penis throb to life against my backside. The first pulse was so slight, I was not sure what it was. But seconds later, another, firmer pulse pressed against me, and I was certain; Gary's penis was growing erect as he held me.

That's right, my son was starting to get a boner as he held me while I cried!

I froze. I did not want to embarrass or scold him. After all, 18 year old boys are infamous for getting unwanted, almost perpetual erections at the most inopportune times. I did not know what to do. I did not want to encourage his growing excitement, but above all, I did not want the contact to stop. So I pretended not to notice the throbbing penis pressing against my ass.

I laid there motionless and silent as I experienced my son's erection growing firmer, and larger against me. Neither Gary nor I spoke for several minutes as he held me, but I was aware that he was growing fully erect as he cuddled with his mother. But his erection was now unmistakable.

I wondered, could my 18 year old son be so naïve that he could possibly think I am not aware of his throbbing hard-on pulsing firmly against my buttocks? I felt my heart pounding in my chest from the combination of fear and excitement as my son grew harder and larger with each progressive pulse of his penis.

Gary pulled away ever so briefly, and he reached down with his hand, placed it in his boxers, and he subtly adjusted himself, allowing his erection to point upward towards his naval, releasing some obvious discomfort his 'boner' was causing him. With this adjustment, he slowly returned his arm around me, pulled me close to him, pressing his hard cock into the crack of my butt. I was shocked to realized that his erection was outside the opening in the front of his boxers now, separated only by the thin cotton material of my bikini panties. Gary had placed his 'boner' through the slit in front of his boxers when he had 'adjusted' himself!

I was suddenly aware that my vagina was responding to this unnatural and improper contact with my son. I was aware that I was beginning to lubricate, and I could feel my clitoris growing erect. I could feel my pulse very distinctly in my engorged clit as Gary pressed himself into me.

I lay there, motionless, enjoying the closeness and intimacy of this sinful moment. God, it was difficult to resist grinding back into him. But with my vagina getting wet, my clit throbbing with each beat of my pulse, and my heart and mind racing; I successfully remained mostly motionless with Gary's youthful erection pressed firmly against the thin cotton material of my pale green panties which was covering my ass. I was so excited and so confused.

Although I knew it was wrong, I enjoyed this sinful contact with my teenage son. I convinced myself that if I did not acknowledge it, I could pretend it was not actually happening.

Finally, with the wine's assistance, I drifted off to sleep in the arms of my son, his erect penis pressed firmly into my buttocks. It was a wonderfully intimate moment that very few mothers will ever enjoy with their sons. And I was convinced then, as I am now, up to that point, I had not done anything too terribly wrong; I had committed no sin.

Hours later, from a deep sleep, I was awakened. Gary and I were still cuddled together, spooning with my butt pressing into his groin. 

Somewhere from the depths of slumber, Gary tentatively started rocking his hips, grinding his cock against my ass. I could not determine if he was awake, or asleep.

At first, he started out pressing against me slowly, tentatively, in order to subtly to gauge my reaction. When I continued to ignore his actions, his humping became more pronounced and forceful. But I was not sure he was awake.

I knew then, as I know now, I should have broken off our embrace, and rolled away from my son. I know that I should stop this before it went any further. But somehow, I seemed powerless to move away; I did not feel I could break away from his embrace. I seemed frozen. The combination of the three glasses of wine, and my emotional neediness at the moment coupled with my arousal from this surreal situation somehow prevented me from doing what I knew I should.

My mind went wild trying to decide what I should do. I continued to ignore the humping, feigning sleep. I continued to lie there silently and motionless, pretending to be in a deep, deep slumber. However, Gary's movements were becoming too forceful for any non-comatose person to sleep though. There was no credible scenario that would allow Gary or me to actually believe that I was sleeping and not aware of him grinding his cock against me. But was he asleep? Or was I suddenly and innocently part of a teenager's wet dream? I really did not know.

I was becoming more and more aroused at this situation. I knew that Gary needed a release; a release he was driving closer and closer to achieving. I pressed my thighs together stimulating my own clitoris as he humped against my backside. His breathing was getting labored. I knew he was close to orgasm. I reached up took his hand that was draped around me and placed it on my breast. This was my first overt sin. Up until then, my crime had been a crime of omission, not moving away. Now I was becoming slightly complicit in an unnatural and sinful act between a mother and her son, encouraging my son to feel me up.

He found my erect nipple between his fingers and gently tugged at it. I pushed myself back against his hard penis and said ever so softly, barely at a whisper, "It is OK baby. Go ahead let yourself go. It is OK, I understand what you need. You can let yourself climax against me." I do not know if he was awake or not, or if he even heard me. I was speaking to myself as much as I was to my son. I wanted to share his orgasm with him. I needed to let my baby cum.

Then with a grunt and groan, Gary's entire body stiffened, and he pressed his erection hard against me. I could feel the distinct pulsing and throbbing of my son's erection as he released his seed against me. Suddenly, I felt wetness on my panties and lower back as his penis pulsed against me.

Believe it or not, as Gary shot his semen I pressed my thighs together tightly, squeezing my clitoris, and I had a small, but wonderful orgasm myself. I could feel my vagina spasm as my juices leaked into the now very wet gusset of my panties. I moaned into my pillow as my climax shook my core. 

"That's it baby, let go!" I whispered as I felt his warm semen soaking my backside. I pressed myself back against him, relishing the warm semen soaking my lower back and buttocks.

Suddenly, Gary seemed to stir to consciousness, and pulled away from me. "Oh god, I am sorry mom...I must have been sleeping...I am so sorry..."

"It is OK baby. I was asleep too. I guess the emotions of grandpa just got the better of us. It is fine, normal reaction for a young man your age. Just go to sleep now." I tried to reassure him. "It is OK, you did not do anything wrong, baby. I'm not mad. Just go to sleep now."

I rolled away slightly, trying to process what had just happened between my son and me. My backside was wet with his semen. My pussy was still wet with my arousal. The small but pleasurable climax Gary had triggered in me filled me with some guilt, but I also felt fulfilled, loved, and at peace. And yes, I was more physically satisfied than I had been in years. 

I was torn and conflicted. I wanted to savor the moment, but I also wanted to pretend nothing had happened between Gary and me. I was aroused and guilty. I never intended for anything like this to happen, ever.

However, it was not too late. I could ignore this event and pretend it never happened. If I had the will power, it could be a special memory that I cherish, but something that goes no further than it has. Oh God, I prayed that I had the strength to resist the temptation of allowing Gary into my bed a second time. 

I reached behind me, and I touched the large mess of semen on my ass. I scooped up a large dollop with my fingers. And then I slowly brought my fingers to my nose; I could smell the aroma of his fresh sperm. I drifted off to sleep savoring my son's most intimate scent as I held my semen drenched fingers slightly away from my nose.

A Mother's sin - Chapter two: The next morning...



A Mother's Sin Ch. 02



 Chapter two: The next day.... 

Gary woke with an erection, which he tried to hide from me as he went to the bathroom....

I needed a quick shower to wash the dried semen from my backside....

We cleaned ourselves, did not speak of the events of the previous evening...got packed, ate breakfast, and hit the road.

We drove all the way to Oklahoma City, and the ride was quieter and less jocular than the first day. Gary and I were trying to come to grips with our 'incident' the previous night.

We arrived in Oklahoma City after dark, I found a room with two queen beds at the Hampton Inn. We would not have to share a bed tonight.

We brought a pizza and two bottle of wine to the room. After my first glass of wine, I went to the shower. Soon there was a knock on the door...."Mom, can I come in, I need to pee..."

"Sure honey...we are family...," I reassured him. But I was unsure of what was occurring between my son and me at this moment. At home, he would never ask if he could urinate in front of me. This was a boundary that I was not sure we should be crossing. But I tried not to overreact; after all, we did only have the one bathroom that we were sharing.

Gary came in, and stood in front of the commode for an extended period of time. I had to look. I pulled back the shower curtain and saw him standing there...his back towards me. "What is wrong honey?"

"Nothing mom, I just can't seem to go now....I don't know why." I could see Gary was 'a little stiff down there', suffering with a partial erection as he tried to urinate. I smiled, somewhat amused that my mere presence was arousing my son now. I wanted to reassure him, without reacting to his situation.

"A lot of men cannot pee with an audience...let me get out of here and leave you alone with your business...." I said, rinsing off before turning off the water and grabbing a towel.

I stepped from the shower as I was wrapping the towel around myself...I knew I was exposing myself to my son...it was wrong, but I could not help doing it. I wrapped the towel around my waist and left my breasts exposed. Gary stared at my naked breasts as I walked past him. I took a moment to look at his penis and could see it was growing more erect. I knew I was the cause of his erection. I should not have teased him this way, but I could not help myself. The sexual tension between us was tremendous.

I excused myself from the bathroom to allow my son to urinate in peace. I quickly donned a t-shirt, but I did not put on any panties. I would like to say it was a simple oversight, or that I do not know why I did not put on my panties; but that would be a lie. I was aroused by the events of the previous evening, and after seeing Gary's partially erect penis moments before, and I wanted to have the opportunity to innocently expose myself to him if the situation seemed to warrant it. 

In my mind, it would be an accidental 'flashing', if it occurred at all; something I could reasonably maintain did not occur at all, certainly if it happened, I could maintain that I was not aware of it. 

Yes, if I am honest, I know precisely why I did not put on my panties under my t-shirt. But at that moment, I was not contemplating any further physical contact between my son and me; however, I did imagine that once we went to our separate beds, with the lights out, I would masturbate in the bed next to him, and I hoped he would do the same. 

I reasoned that after last night, a mutual but separate session of masturbation was a reasonable and relatively innocent compromise to relieve the sexual tension and the frustration we were both wrestling with; and we could each pretend that we did not know what the other one was doing. That was my plan. 

I poured two glasses of wine, one for Gary and one for me, as I waited for Gary to exit the bathroom. I looked at my image in the mirror. You could not tell that I was not wearing any panties, but my erect nipples left no doubt that I was 'sans a bra'. My perky, 34B breasts poked proudly through the white cotton material of my t-shirt. The darkness of my areolas were faintly visible through the white cotton. 

After four or five minutes, I began to suspect that he was masturbating alone in the bathroom. That thought, both disappointed me and relieved me. I was disappointed I was not allowed to witness him, but on another level, I was relieved that perhaps any temptation for a repeat of the previous night's 'contact' could now be avoided.

I sat on the bed, sipping my wine, wondering exactly what Gary was up to. After another few minutes, I got up, poured myself a second glass and walked to the closed bathroom door. "Gary, is everything OK in there?"

"Yeah, mom. My body is just not cooperating right now. I can't seem to pee."

"Well come out, try to relax and you can try again in a few minutes. You just need to let yourself relax a bit." Inwardly, I was smiling at Gary's dilemma. I thought it was absolutely adorable that his erection was preventing him from emptying his bladder right now. And yes, I was pleased that I was the cause of his erection.

"Have a glass of wine with me and see if that relaxes you." I shouted through the closed door.

Slowly the door opened, and Gary exited the small hotel bathroom wearing only his boxers and sporting an enormous erection. "Oh my. I think I see what the problem is." I said. I was taken aback by the size and maturity of my son's massive and very erect penis. The large purple head stood nearly two inches above the waist band of his boxers. There was no hiding that massive erect tool right now.

Gary was blushing deeply and tried to cover his erection behind his hands which he held in front of his bulging groin.

"I'm so sorry mom. I don't know what is wrong." He said with obvious embarrassment.

"Oh baby, nothing is wrong other than the fact that you are a normal and very healthy young man who is having a normal reaction to a very unusual situation that you and I have been thrust into. It is quite normal for a young man of your age to get erections, even at the most inopportune times. It only shows you are normal and healthy." I smiled at him as I tried to reassure him.

"Mom, I don't think it is normal to get a boner in front of your mother." He admitted quite candidly.

I thought for a moment, trying to think how to respond.

"Well, you have a point; but literature is full of stories about young men recognizing that their mother's are in fact 'female', and responding to it a bit. In fact, they even have a name for it: 'Oedipus complex'. It is not that uncommon. And it is a little bit flattering to me." I was speaking without fully thinking about the meaning or ramifications of my words. I was really only trying to relieve any awkwardness and anxiety my son was experiencing at the moment.

"It is just so weird that I am reacting to you this way. I'm sorry mom. I am trying not to think of you and I am trying to make this go away, but it isn't working." Gary said, looking at the floor, unable to look at me. His penis continued to throb, the large purple tinged head pulsing above his waist band. God he was a sexy young man.

"Gary, why don't you take care of that 'manually'? I can go take a nice long bath and leave you here to relieve your 'stress', OK?"

Gary blushed deeply and then looked at me with a cute, shy innocence that I will always cherish, "Mom, can you stay while I do this? I would like to share this with you, if it is OK?"

His words shocked and excited me. I knew I should not participate in this, or even witness it, but I wanted to experience this with my son. I felt my pulse quicken and as the very thought of watching my son masturbate aroused me.

"Are you sure? I can give you some privacy if you want?" my voiced quaked with excitement at the very thought of watching my son. I knew the quiver in my voice also revealed my level of excitement to my son. 

"Please sty with me." Gary said, as he looked at me, and slowly removed his boxers, freeing his erection, 

I watched as he large hard cock waved proud as he walked to the bed. His penis looked to be about 7 inches long and about 2 inches thick. He was a fine looking young man. 

I knew that I should leave Gary alone now. I knew that I should go into the bathroom and take a long leisurely bath. I could take a bath, masturbate as I pictured my gorgeous son doing the same in the next room, and I could maintain some degree of appropriate conduct. I wanted to leave. I wanted to be a good mother. But I needed to stay. My attraction to my son's large, hard penis was simply overwhelming. I simply could not force myself to leave. I felt absolutely powerless to remove myself from this wildly erotic and terribly inappropriate sight. 

I stood there speechless, as I stared at my baby's large erect penis. As Gary laid back on the bed, his erection made a distinct smacking sound as it slapped against his belly. I stared shamelessly as he lay on his back, the head of his penis reaching nearly to his navel. God, my son was a sexy man. 

Gary looked into my eyes, and he simply patted the bed next to him and said, "Please lie here next to me." His stared seemed to pierce into my soul. 

I stood there watching this beautiful and erotic scene unfold and I slowly nodded without uttering a word. I then slowly moved to the bed, lying next to him. This was a very dangerous game we were preparing to play. I thought for a moment that 'I wish I had kept my panties on as some minor barrier to prevent us from going further than we planned.'

It may seem unbelievable, but I had never before witnessed a man masturbating. The fact that my son was going to do so while I watched was absolutely intoxicating. I could feel my lubrication trickling out of my, making my upper thighs and the crack of my ass slippery and wet with my excitement. 

Gary took his erection in his fist and began stroking it, up and down, in the most erotic and sexy visual scene I have ever witnessed. I was sitting up on the bed next to him, in a hypnotic trance, absolutely mesmerized by the scene unfolding before me. 

Gary's erection was long, thick and rigid. The head stood out distinctly, its mushroom shaped head perfectly defined atop the long thickly veined shaft. He was ever bit as large as his father, but the color was paler, and more of a white-pink color than the darker, pinkish-purple hue of his father's erect penis.

I felt myself begin to literally flow my own secretions from my vagina as it slowly began to open and dilate from the erotic visual stimulation in front of me. Gary and I did not speak. His breathing became more labored as he began to arch his hips upward against the thrusts of his fist.

I could feel my own breathing and heart rate increase as I watched. I could feel my heartbeat pulsing firmly in my now erect clitoris. 

After a few moments, Gary surprised me by placing his free hand on my thigh as he continued to pump his cock. "Gary?" I questioned.

"Mom, I just want to touch you while I do this. I just need some contact." He replied, not stopping his pumping fist.

I decided to allow his hand to remain on my thigh rather than remove it. But fearful that Gary would try to move his hand and fingers further up my inner thigh towards my dilated vagina and erect clitoris, I placed my hand over his, squeezing it and holding his hand in place. 

I enjoyed the contact as well. I was becoming very aroused; I could feel my wetness beginning to run out of me, making my upper thighs very wet. I wondered if Gary was aware of the subtle scent of my arousal.

I wanted to touch myself, to join in the masturbation, but I fought to resist this urge. Gary's hand was massaging my upper thigh as he brought himself closer and closer to his climax. Involuntarily, I began rocking my hips slightly, squeezing my thighs together to exert pressure on my swollen clitoris. I was losing control of my actions as Gary's excitement and the beautiful scene of my son masturbating in front of me took over my emotions and any rational thoughts I had. I felt myself slipping slowly into a lustful and emotionally seductive abyss.

Gary tried to move his hand higher. I released his hand for a moment. Slowly his fingers traced up my inner thigh. I closed my thighs together tighter to prevent him reaching his intended goal; but oh how I wanted his touch. His fingers remained trapped between my thighs, just inches from their desired target: my pussy. I was so tempted to allow my son access to my vagina; God I wanted him to touch me...I wanted to touch him...But I managed to temporarily resist the seemingly uncontrollable urge to go further than I had already.

"This is so weird, mom. I can't believe I am doing this in front of you."

"Just let yourself go baby." I encouraged. I was taken by what a fine body he had, and how very handsome he was. Objectively speaking, he was a fine looking young man. "You are a very attractive man; and you have a beautiful penis. I love how rigid and firm it is. Are you going to cum for me, while I watch? Cum for me baby, cum for mommy...."

My words seemed to trigger his orgasm. The pace of his fist quickened, and he let out a low guttural moan as his body shook and stiffened. With his hand firmly at the based of his shaft, Gary held his erection straight up, pointing towards the ceiling and a long, large viscous rope of semen erupted from his penis, shooting two to three inches in the air before spilling on to his abdomen. Almost instantly the wonderful aroma of my son's ejaculate filled my nostrils. And then a second, slightly smaller string of semen shot out, trickling down the head of his erection and down the shaft, covering his fist.

Transfixed, I reached over and took a small sample of the sticky white gelatinous mess covering Gary's abdomen on my finger tips. Scooping it up, I brought it to my nose and inhaled the wondrous fragrance of my son's most intimate nectar as Gary's watched me with confused interest.

:"Your semen smells very good to me." I explained. "Don't move, let me get you a warm cloth to clean up."

As I got up and walked to the sink, I was very aware of the wetness leaking from my vagina, coating my inner thighs. I was still very excited, but I had not succumbed to the temptation. Gary had his orgasm, and I had not strayed too far over the line.

I returned with a warm wash cloth. I should have handed the rag to Gary to allow him to clean himself; but I did not. I reached down and wiped the large mess of sperm from Gary's stomach. I then took his erection, which was still very hard and wiped the semen from the head and shaft. It pulsed in my hand. My contact caused it to grow a bit thicker and longer under my touch. I was playing with fire. I knew I needed to stop, to separate myself from my son's gorgeous penis that was throbbing under my touch.

"Gary, we better get some sleep. We have a full day of driving tomorrow. Santa Fe is still a long way off." I tried to sound normal and casual, pretending nothing had changed between us as I released his rigid cock. I climbed into the other bed and turned off the lights. Gary remained on top of his covers, lying there silently for the moment.

I needed to touch myself...I needed to cum....I needed a release...I started to slowly masturbate under the covers....



Coming soon – Chapter 3 - Gary climbs into my bed.... 



A Mother's Sin Ch. 03



I had just witnessed the sexiest and most beautiful thing I had ever seem: my son masturbating to orgasm. The sight was seared into my brain now, I do not ever remember being so aroused. I could literally feel ever beat on my racing heart in my throbbing clitoris. My vagina was wet and dilated. My lubrication was flowing out of me, coating my inner thighs and running down the crack of my behind. 

I knew my scent was obvious. Gary had to smell my arousal; I could smell my own scent. 

I wanted to touch him, take him into my mouth, lay back and let him enter me. 

But I knew I could not do that. I knew that while watching my son masturbate was terribly wrong, and taking his erection into my hand to clean off he globs of semen was far over the line, I had not actually committed a sin of incest. 

I had not actually engaged in sexual activity with my son. I had watched him jack off, and the sight had aroused me more than I can describe; but I had not lost my soul, yet. 

"Gary, we better get some sleep. We have a full day of driving tomorrow. Santa Fe is still a long way off." I tried to sound normal and casual, pretending nothing had changed between us as I released his rigid cock. 

I climbed into the other bed and turned off the lights. Gary remained on top of his covers, lying there silently for the moment.

With the light from the parking lot steaming through the motel curtains to our room, I could see Gary's silhouette lying on top of his bed. His penis was still erect as he lay there, his chest still heaving as he recovered from his 'self induced orgasm'. 

God, I was so aroused. I needed to touch myself...I needed to cum...I needed a release...I started to slowly masturbate under the covers...

I lay on my back and pulled the covers up. Silently; my fingers found my clitoris. In the dark silence of the room, I began slowly rubbing small circles on my erect and sensitive nubbin. I needed a release. If I could keep from moaning, I felt that I could achieve my orgasm without Gary detecting what I was doing.

After just a minute or two, I heard Gary stir. He got up and approached my bed. I froze, not sure what he was doing, not sure how to react.

Gary started to climb into bed with me. The room was dark, but I could see his silhouette against the glow of the parking lot lights through the curtains covering the window. He was still naked. His semi-erect penis swayed boldly in front of him as he approached me. "Baby, what are you doing?" I asked with a slight panic in my voice.

"I want to be close to you, mom. I want to hold you and cuddle with you before we go to sleep," he replied as he climbed under the covers.

"Oh baby, that is not a good idea. We have already done things we probably should not have done. We are asking for trouble if we sleep in the same bed." My voice did not seem convincing to even me. I was trying to be good; but I knew this was a very dangerous moment. My heart pounded in my chest with fear and excitement.

"I just want to hold you for a moment, mom. I will go back to my own bed before we fall asleep." It sounded innocent, but we both knew it was not. My fingers were still touching my clitoris, but my movements had stopped as I processed what was happening. I said nothing.

I was still wearing my t-shirt, but nothing else.

Gary's naked form slid under the covers next to me. Not sure what to do, or how to react, I slowly turned on my side, placing my back towards my son. Gary moved in to spoon me, draping his arm around me. He pulled me close; I could feel his penis begin to throb to life against my bare backside. I felt paralyzed, unable to move. Gary moved his hand down my shoulders and arm, massaging and rubbing my arm and shoulder, slowly encroaching on the side of my breasts.

I felt dizzy, confused, unsure of what to do; actually not even sure what I could do. "Gary, you must not do this. Please, this is not right." My voice cracked as I spoke. But I did not try to remove his hand. And I did not lower my arm to block his access to my breast. I just laid there motionless, allowing my son to stroke the side of my breast.

"Mom, it is okay. I just want to me near you, to touch you. I love you so much." And I knew he did. I could feel the love in his voice and his touch. And I was deeply in love with my son too. 

I did not respond, silently trying to determine what I should do. Gary's hand slowly, tentatively slid down the side of my breast on top of my cotton t-shirt, and found my very erect nipple. He began to fondle my nipple through the cotton material as I tried to stifle my moan.

"Oh baby, please, don't..." I said in a weak protest. I brought my hand up and took hold of his fingers which were teasing my nipple. I intended to remove his hand from my breast, but I didn't. I simply held his hand in place against my breast. I could not seem to muster the strength to actually pull his hand from my breast; the contact was simply too pleasurable. I could not bring myself to make him stop. God forgive me, I needed my son's touch at that moment.

Gary slowly started to move his hand away from my breast, down my flat, tight stomach. I grabbed his hand and held it, preventing him from reaching his target. Gary then simply said, "I love you mom. Please let me touch you. Please."

"Oh Gary, I can't. It is not right. We can't do this," I said, almost crying, my voice shaking.

"Please, mom. Please."

I remained silent for fifteen seconds or so. In a strange way, I felt like I was not even in control of my own body; I felt like I was outside watching this surreal situation unfold. I felt that I was more of an observer than a participant.

I slowly released his hand despite knowing we should not do this. And as I released Gary's hand, I knew that I was going to permit my son to touch me, to touch me in the most intimate manner, in a manner that sons should never touch their mothers.

Gary found the hem of my t-shirt and slowly slid his hand underneath to explore the area between my thighs. My son quickly discovered that I was not wearing any panties and that my vagina was wet and unprotected.

He found the wet opening of my vulva and from there, his fingers move up slightly where he discovered my stiff and erect clitoris. I could not help but moan as he gently rubbed my clit. I parted my legs slightly to allow him better access. His penis pulsed harder into my backside. 

It had been months, many months, since I had been with a man, or been touched like this. I was responding like a woman who had been starved sexually.

I knew I shouldn't be allowing any of this, but God help me, I felt powerless to resist. I wanted, no, actually, I needed his touch. His fingers moved from my clitoris to my vaginal opening, and he inserted two fingers inside of me. From this angle, reaching around in front of me from behind me, he was only able to enter me a couple of inches but he was stimulating the opening of my vagina. 

My vagina was opening, dilating wider and wider. His fingers and my vulva were making a distinct sloshing sound, making my lubrication leak out of me.

I could smell the faint aroma of my arousal as my lubrication coated my vulva and upper thighs. Could Gary also pick up on my scent?

I was clutching my pillow while rocking my hips, and moaning. Gary removed his fingers briefly and rolled me on my back. He then climbed between my legs and opened my vulva again with his fingers. He had a completely unobstructed view of my vaginal opening. From this position and this angle, his fingers were able to penetrate me much more deeply.

Gary soon had two fingers inside me, massaging my womb. His fingers were curled forward, rubbing the front wall of my uterus, touching my g-spot, driving me closer and closer to my orgasm. I was hugging the pillow to my chest, moaning loudly as I humped against his probing fingers buries deep inside me. I knew I was going to cum, and I needed my release.

After several minutes of taking me to the brink, Gary suddenly withdrew his fingers from my pussy, and stood up. I had been on the verge of a massive climax, just moments away from cumming violently with Gary's fingers inside me. I cried out in frustrated desperation as he removed his fingers. 

I wanted to cum; I needed to cum. I wanted him to finish the job he had started. I cried out in frustration, "Oh baby, don't stop. Please, touch me...I am so close...please finish me off..." my voice shaking in frustrated excitement. 

I was begging my son to finger me again. Gary knew how close he had me. I could feel my face, neck and chest burn as the reddened with my shame.

I lay there panting, my breasts heaving; frustrated by being so close, but denied my release by my son. Despite the fact that Gary was no longer touching me, I continued rocking my hips involuntarily, humping against the air in frustrated arousal as I could feel my juices leaking out of me. I needed a release. I wanted him to resume touching me; to finish me!

I glanced down to see that Gary had unobstructed view of my gaping pussy as knelt between my legs. My wetness was visible as it leaked out of me. I could smell the faint scent of my arousal, as could Gary. I was in heat. He had aroused me more than I could ever remember. I was his.

Kneeling between my legs, Gary studied my wet opening with interest; and his erection waved proudly in front of him, rigidly pointing up. I could not deny the attraction I felt at that moment for this incredibly attractive young man...who also happened to also be my son. I think I would have done anything for him at that moment; he owned me!

Gary climbed forward, and took the pillow from my clutches, tossing it aside. He leaned towards me, and he kissed me deeply and passionately, exploring my mouth with his tongue. It was our first kiss as lovers. It was tender, beautiful and passionate kiss. He parted my lips with his tongue, I opened my mouth to accept his probing tongue as I felt his erection pressing firmly against my vulva. I will never forget that kiss, and the intimacy surrounding it. It is the most passionate, memorable kiss of my life. I will cherish that moment, when Gary and I explored each others mouths with our tongues for the first time, with his penis pressing firmly against my clitoris, forever.

Our tongues played tag, like love struck teenagers for several minutes as I humped my vulva against his erection. I was in love...as perverse as it sounds, at that moment, I was 'in love' with my son. (and I still am.)

He broke our passionate kiss for an instant to say, "I love you so much, mom," and then resumed kissing me, exploring my mouth with his tongue.

It had been so very long since I had been kissed passionately like that. Despite the fact I knew all of this was terribly wrong, I kissed him back with all the passion I had. I do not ever remember being so aroused, or so in need of a release. 

Slowly, he started to position his hips so that his head of his erect penis was searching for my opening. I felt the head of his rigid cock bumping against me, searching anxiously for its home. I felt his penis was pulsing against the outer folds of my vagina, searching for a home.

I was beyond any reason at that moment, totally consumed by frustration and lust. I wanted him to take me, to impale me with his large boner, to fuck me deeply and totally. I was about to allow my son to enter me; to couple with me. I was prepared to let my son fuck me. 

Then suddenly I remembered that I was not on any birth control, just as Gary was about to enter me! Oh, my God, I could not let this happen! As much as I wanted my son to take me, this was a risk we could not take.

Momentarily shocked back to reality from the pressure of his cock head moving to the inner folds of my vulva, I lifted my hips and recoiled. I was struck by the panic of knowing my boy was going to try to fuck me "bareback". And, I had almost let him do so. 

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

"Relax, mom. It will be fine. I promise," he said arching his pelvis up in another attempt to enter me. Despite my trying pull away from him, his large boner was finding its way into the first folds of my outer lips. 

I pulled away again from Gary's searching viper as it sought to enter me. "No, baby. I am not even on the pill. You cannot fuck me. You just can't."

Gary tried to calm and reassure me. "Mom, I won't cum in you. I promise. I just want to be inside you for a moment." And he began to press forward again. I could feel the head of his penis searching again, only this time he found my opening. My wetness was making entry far too easy.

I try to resist again, but pinned on my back as I was, I was only able to move slightly. The head of his penis was inside my vulva, barely inside me; but inside nonetheless.

"No baby. Not like this. Please, not like this." I was almost crying now. The panic and fear were evident in my every word. I did not know if he could stop himself at this point.

"Gary, please. At least use a condom. Please son, it will only take a second. Then you can have me, I promise." 

Tears were starting to stream down my cheeks as I feared my son was too aroused to think rationally at this moment; I feared he would take me unprotected. I was praying he would come to his senses as I felt his throbbing erection pulsing just barely inside me.

With the head of his penis at the very opening of my vagina, actually just inside me a bit, Gary paused for a few seconds that seemed an eternity. I felt his erection pulsing an inch inside me, as I waited to see if he could resist impaling me fully. 

Gary then asked, "You have some condoms?" I could distinctly feel the constant pulsing of the head of his cock barely inside me. I wondered if my baby was leaking any trace seminal fluid into me while we were debating this issue.

"There is a Walgreens directly across the street from the hotel...It will only take me a minute to run over and get some..." I pleaded with panic in my voice as I waited for him to decide. 

Would he impale me on his massive tool unprotected, pumping his seed into my fertile womb? Or would he allow me to protect him and myself from a potential pregnancy that neither he nor I wanted, needed or could explain.

After four or five seconds of silence with his penis throbbing just inside the very opening of my core, he lifted off me. "I guess I do not need to get my mom pregnant." I felt my vagina spasm slightly as he removed himself from my opening. 

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

I realized that by agreeing to get my son a condom, there was no turning back now. I was going to allow my baby boy to fuck his mommy. I was now fully complicit; a completely willing participant in this new sin. But fucking Gary voluntarily without risk of pregnancy seemed a far better choice than being taken by him bareback, against my will, with the risk of pregnancy.

And if I am honest, I must admit that I wanted this. I knew it was wrong, but I wanted my son inside me. I was trying to reconcile what was right with the emotional and physical need I had. 

Gary rolled off me, and I grabbed my jeans, preparing to make a quick trip to the Walgreens drugstore across the street, when Gary stopped me, "Mom, I have a rubber in my wallet."

"You do? Are you sexually active?" I asked with obvious surprise that my son was prepared for this moment.

"No, you can get them for free from the school nurse. All the guys have them. I guess I wanted to make my buddies think I was 'getting some', even if I wasn't. You will be my first; my first ever. But I have a rubber," Gary explained as he walked over and retrieved the tin foil package from his wallet. His erection remained rigid in front of his as he struggled with the wrapper.

I watched intently as Gary removed the latex sheath and slowly rolled it over his large purple head, and down his thickly veined shaft. The tiny reservoir tip and the translucent white color made his penis seem distinct, almost separate from my son's rippled abdomen and muscular thighs. My son was a gorgeously sexy specimen of youthful masculinity.

In a weird way, as I watched Gary place the prophylactic on his large boner, I felt like a mother watching her son get dressed for his prom or some other big life time event. Only this event was the loss of his virginity. Yes, this was a very special, albeit inappropriate, occasion indeed.

And I would be here for the entire event! I was going to be the main participant in Gary losing his virginity. Neither of us would ever forget tonight!

He filled the large condom up completely, stretching it, in fact. The little empty reservoir formed a cute little bubble at the tip of his urethra ready to catch all his sperm and protect his mommy's fertile womb!

I stood up, removed my t-shirt, baring my breast for my son. I was naked now. I saw Gary's penis arch up as he looked at my naked form. I liked that way his penis responded to me. I felt very beautiful and desirable. 

I walked over to my son. "Well, Gary, I guess we are really going to do this now? Are you sure you want to do this with your mother? I keep thinking that this is wrong, and you will regret it."

Gary grabbed me, placed his fingers under my chin, raised my chin to his face and kissed me deeply again. His latex encased penis pressing and throbbing against my abdomen just below my breasts. Our tongues danced together, chasing each other from my mouth to his, and back again.

As wrong as it may sound to the reader, I was truly in love with my son at that moment. 

We broke off our kiss for a moment, and I glanced at our image in the mirror over he sink and vanity. I was taken by what a very sexy looking woman I was. Naked, my only vestige of modesty being the thin, very blond, almost transparent wisps of fine blonde pubic hair covering my pussy, I did look good. Yes, even in my mid-thirties, I had to admit I was a sexy sight indeed.

And we made a very sexy and attractive looking couple. We did not look like a mother and son, we looked like a sexy 38 year old woman with her young, teenage lover. Yes, we made a very sexy image.

"Gary, seriously, maybe we should stop. We can touch each other, but intercourse is a big, big step. You may look back and really regret this someday..."

"Mom, I want this more than anything I have ever wanted in my life. I love you. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I will never regret this, never. I want you to be my first. I want you to teach me to make love..."

I just nodded, accepting the fact that I was going to take my son as my lover. I was going to allow my son to enter me, to cum in me. My emotions were in total turmoil. 

I then lay back on my bed as Gary approached me, resigned to accepting him without further protestations. He approached me, pushing my legs back so my heels were touching my ass, and he slowly spread my knees and climbed between my legs, his latex encased penis bobbing impatiently in anticipation of finding its home.

I remember distinctly remembering looking at the thick, long, rigid penis standing so proud and so erect in front of my son and I knew that in just a moment he was going to enter his mother and lose his virginity to me. My son was going to have his first sexual encounter with me, his mother. And for the rest of his life, when Gary remembered his first experience, he would remember it was with me, his mother.

The head of his penis had no trouble finds my opening this time, all of the petting and touching had my vagina open and ready, and my own juices, and the lubrication from the condom itself, allowed him to slide right in. His girth was more than I was used to, but in my highly aroused state, I could accommodate the thickness. But his length took a little bit of work.




A Mother's Sin Ch. 03



"Oh baby, you are a very big man," I cautioned. "You are stretching me. Please be gentle, go slowly. You don't want to hurt me."

Realizing that I had agreed to allow my son to enter me, I gave up all thought of resisting. After his first few thrusts, I wrapped my legs around him, propping my heals against his firm ass like spurs as I prepared to give this bold young stallion the ride of his life. With my legs wrapped around my son's torso, I was allowing him full and unrestrained access to my vagina. I used my heels to guide him deeper as I stretched and strained to accommodate this very large penis in my rather petite frame.

He slowed down a bit and took a dozen or more slow strokes, going a bit deeper each time until I had all of him inside me. I was very, very full; filled more deeply and stretched wider than I had ever been before, and I was very aroused. While I knew this was wrong in many ways, I could not deny the incredible response I was having to my son's rigid penis thrusting in and out of me.

I started to moan with each plunge or Gary's cock. Since Gary had masturbated to orgasm within the hour, he did not feel an urgent need to cum again so soon, and he had great stamina. He was pounding my wet, dilated vagina with punishing thrusts.

Gary then raised my legs over his shoulders. In this position he had me totally exposed and totally vulnerable. He looked down and watched his latex sheathed penis enter and withdraw from me with obvious admiration and pride. With each deep thrust into me, the head of his penis was striking my g-spot, driving me closer and closer to orgasm.

My moans got louder and my breathing quickened. "Baby, you are going to make your mommy cum ...baby fuck me ...harder...faster...oh baby, fuck your mommy's pussy." I urged him on with passionate abandon.

With my feet high over his shoulders, Gary gave me everything he had, which was all I could take. With every pounding thrust, Gary moved me closer to the climax I craved, the climax I needed.

Each pounding thrust raised my ass off the bed further. I spread myself as wide as I could, taking all of him. I loved the feeling of his large testicles as they slapped against my up turned ass with each punishing stroke of his cock. 

Then my orgasm crashed over me. "Oh my God, Gary. I am cumming... Oh shit... Oh God... Baby, fuck me... Don't stop. Oh fuck... Fuck me harder." I was literally screaming. I came, and I came. Waves of erotic pleasure rocked my core. I have never cum harder. And no orgasm has been more fulfilling.

My orgasm, coupled with my upward movements to meet each of his thrusts, and my incoherent moans pushed Gary over the edge as well. With one final and violent thrust, he buried himself deep in my womb and my baby released his seed inside the safety of his sheath.

I lay there panting, relishing the after glow of my orgasm, as I felt Gary's large penis pulsing deep in me as he spurted, time and time again.

Gary's constant pushing as deep as he could and the definite throbbing of his cock inside me left me no doubt that he was pumping out ropes and ropes of his cum. As I lay there, my feet and my ass high in the air, I was wishing that my son's warm seed could actually be pumped inside me, unimpeded. I wished he could take me without a condom. 

Then the enormity of the act, and the power of my climax, caused my emotions and guilt to crash upon me; I started to cry silently, tears streaming down my cheeks as my son's erection pulsed inside me. I was so confused by what I had done and what I was feeling.

In a moment of clarity, I realized that I needed to get on the pill quickly, so we did not need to depend on these pesky condoms to protect us if we were going to continue this torrid love relationship between mother and son. I also realized it was unlikely Gary would ever accept this was a single, 'one time' event. No, I knew Gary was going to expect to continue this sinful relationship. And after experience such an emotionally and physically powerful orgasm with my son's erection deep inside me, I knew I could never refuse him. 

We remained coupled with Gary deep inside of me. I felt his cock actually throb and thicken as we lay there together. This was one of the most erotic experienced in my life. It is hard to explain, I am not sure I fully understand it myself, but staying coupled together, my legs over his shoulders, my ass high in the air while my son's large firm penis continuing to pulse deep inside of me, continuing to drain the last drops of his seed, is an intimacy, closeness, tenderness between my son and me that I will always cherish. I have never been more content, more fulfilled or happier than I was lying there, tears still running down my cheeks, as I remained coupled with my son after giving me one of the greatest orgasms of my life!

I squeezed my vagina to give my baby's erection a 'hug'. I could feel it pulse and thicken in response to my squeeze; so I did it again. And I got another pulse from Gary's penis in response. 

"Gary, I love you so much." I said through my silent tears. 

His cock throbbed again inside me. He hugged my tightly as he replied, "I love you too mom. I love you so very much."

And I knew he did. 

After several minutes of lying coupled together, Gary leaned forward and kissed me, more gentle and loving than passionate; and then he slowly withdrew from me. I could feel my vagina spasm as he did, trying to adjust to the absence of his penis that was stretching it so fully only moments before. My pussy seemed strangely empty, and started a series of contractions that felt to me that it was looking for something to grasp. My pussy missed Gary's penis already.

Gary rolled on his back next to me, and then pulled me close, and we cuddled silently for several minutes, my head resting on his chest, for the moment. I looked at his still erect penis still encased in latex. I marveled at the amount of semen the condom had captured. 

I then curled up in Gary's arms, with my head on his chest. I gently caressed his nipples and chest, listening to his heart racing. I reached down and caressed his penis. "I can't believe you are still so hard." He penis felt thick and heavy. The wet, slippery latex seemed ready to burst it was so full of his semen. The reservoir tip looked like an over inflated balloon; it was so very full of my baby's semen. 

Gary pulled me on top of him, positioning me astride him. He held his rigid erection up and rubbed the latex covered head between my wet vagina lips. He was preparing to enter me yet again. He slid right in, with no resistance. 

This time, there was less passion in our love making. It was slower and more gentle. Although I did not climax this second time, this gentle love making was just as enjoyable as our first coupling. 

I rode on top of him for several minutes, lifting myself up and sliding down on his large cock. It was very sexy. 

Gary's movements became more pronounced, and faster. He was arching his hips up to meet me, smacking my bottom with his thighs and balls. His pace continued to quicken and the upward thrusts into me became increasingly forceful. I knew his climax was approaching. 

Soon, Gary came inside me a second time in less than 30 minutes, once again with the protection of a condom. It was his third orgasm on the evening. I thought to myself, 'oh to be this young and have this sexual stamina!'

I had moved past the horror of what I was doing temporarily, blocking the guilt for this brief moment, savoring the experience as I allowed my son to fuck me again.

His body stiffened, and I could feel his penis throbbing inside me again. I wondered if he had any seminal fluid left? 

I leaned forward and kissed him deeply as he ejaculated inside me. Once Gary's cock stopped pulsing inside of me, I raised up to 'uncouple' from my son. 

As I slowly dismounted, I felt a flood of fluid drain from me. A large glob of whitish semen dripped from my pussy unto Gary's belly!

I looked down and with horror, I saw the only thing left of the condom sheathe that was supposed to protect me was a latex ring around the base. 

Oh my God! The condom had broken, spilling my son's large ropes of semen inside my very fertile womb!

Shit! Fuck! Shit! What had I done...how could I be this stupid? ...my son's semen was now swimming inside my womb.

I literally screeched, "Gary, the rubber broke!"

Coming soon...Chapter 4 - what happens next...I am in real trouble!



A Mother's Sin Ch. 04



In Chapters 1 through 3: After receiving news that my father had a stroke, my son and I were placed in the unusual and uncomfortable situation of sharing a hotel room on the trip to see my father. On the first night, the only hotel we could with a vacancy, only had rooms with one king sized bed. There were no rooms with two beds available. Gary and I were forced to share a bed. 

In a moment of incredible weakness, and incredibly poor judgment, I made a series of bad decisions, each one progressively worse. It culminated in me allowing my son to enter me wearing an old condom he had stored in his wallet for more than a year. 

I can claim it was a combination of my emotional state, alcohol and years of loneliness that led me to this sinful act, but those are excuses.

I did the unthinkable. But despite the fact that I knew this was terribly wrong, I responded to my son's sexual advances and I had one of the most powerful orgasms of my life as Gary lost his virginity to his mother. It was a wonderfully fulfilling experience, both physically and emotionally. But my post coital bliss was quickly shattered. 

I lay in Gary's arms, atop him, with his erection still pulsing deep inside me for several minutes savoring the sinful but pleasurable act we had just consummated. I loved the feeling of his penis throbbing inside me as we both slowly descended from the throes of ecstasy. 

Finally, I raised myself up, de-coupling from my son. Gary's penis made a distinct 'flopping sound' as it slapped against his stomach. My pussy spasmed from the sudden emptiness, it seemed to be seeking something to grasp. As Gary exited me, a flood of fluid poured from my gaping vagina!

A lot glob on my son's semen poured from my pussy and landed on Gary's abdomen. Momentarily, I was confused. How could this happen? 

Oh my God! I looked at Gary'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 Gary's cock. Gary had pumped my fertile womb full of his sperm.

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

I literally screeched, "Gary, the rubber broke!"

Gary's face suddenly turned white. There was genuine fear in his eyes as he stared at his naked, unprotected cock with the latex ring at the base. 

"Mom, I did not know. I am sorry. I did not know it broke." Gary seemed to be pleading for forgiveness for something that was not his fault. Instantly he changed from my lover 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 dilated womb. Large globs did drain out of me, with long strings of semen slowly dripping in long viscous strings from my well fucked cunt.

Gary stood by naked, as he watched me attempting to squeeze his sperm from my vagina. He obviously did not know how to react, or what to do; so he simply watched. 

I turned the water on full force and adjusted the temperature. I positioned my pussy under the tub nozzle, my legs pointed towards the ceiling against the tub wall. A powerful stream of warm water flowed in and out of me, rinsing my vagina and uterus.

Gary stood silently as I tried to wash his invading sperm from my womb. I could see his penis arch up and grow in response to the actions he was witnessing. 

The little bastard was getting a hard-on watching my gyrations. Even with the threat of pregnancy hanging over him, he still was thinking with the 'little head'. I could not believe he could grow aroused at this moment as he watched me rinse his semen from my gaping vagina. I guess teenage boys do not think about the ramifications of their actions huh?

But just as I was getting irritated with Gary's inability to comprehend the seriousness of our situation, I realized that as an adult, I was far more culpable than he was. I allowed my emotions and need for his closeness lead me into this crisis. No I was in no position to criticize anyone for letting lust and emotion cloud their judgment. 

I quickly 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. But I should be starting my period in a matter of days. I should be safe...

How could I have been so stupid?

"Gary, I need to go across the street and talk with the pharmacist. I will be back shortly." Gary simply nodded as he stepped into his boxer shorts. 

I put on my panties, bra, pulled on my jeans and donned my t-shirt. I grabbed the room key and headed out the door. I literally ran across the parking lot towards the pharmacy across the street. I cornered the pharmacist, a kind looking, elderly man in his mid to late 60's, and explained that I just had a condom 'rupture' during sex and was panic stricken. 

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

I was after 10:00 p.m. and there was no one else other than the gentleman and myself in the pharmacy at the time He stepped from behind the counter to comfort me. He placed his arm around me as I cried, my tears soaking his shoulder. "I feel so damn stupid for letting this happen." I sobbed trying to regain my composure.

The man, whose name I never got, reminded me of my own father. The fact that my own father was lying in hospital bed only served to heighten my emotional release. 

"Honey, this will be OK. The condom broke; they do break occasionally. We can take care of this." he said as he gently rubbed my head trying to reassure me. I will never forget his kindness. 

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

He was kind, and caring. He gave me the single dose pill, which I took immediately at the water fountain in the pharmacy. He then gave me a 90 day supply of ongoing birth control pills.

"But honey, the birth control pills will prevent pregnancy, but they are not reliably effective until 7 days from the time you start taking them. And, even after that time, you still need to use condoms to protect yourself from disease." he advised. He directed me to the aisle where the condoms were stored. 

I nodded indicating that I understood, and went over and selected 3 dozen Trojan Magnums; the exact label and type that my ex-husband had used.

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 him. Was he shocked at my need for 36 prophylactics?

He held up one of the boxes, and after a moment's hesitation said, "Honey, I do not mean to pry, but do you realize these are very large, actually extra large, condoms. They are for a very 'well endowed' man. These will simply fall off a normal sized man. Are you sure you want these, or did you mean to buy regular condoms."

I thought about the dimensions of my son's erect penis, and concluded that, yes, Gary needed these extra large condoms. I concluded that one of the reasons the condom broke tonight is that it was undersized; we simply stretched it too far.

Gary was at least 7 inches long, perhaps 8 inches. And his girth was at least 2 1/2 inches in diameter. Gary was definitely as big, or bigger than my ex-husband; and Jim needed these Magnums.

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

A huge smile broke across his face. "Well, if that is the case, you have found someone who is actually as large as I used to tell people I was; but I was exaggerating greatly! I never actually knew anyone who could actually fill these." He was obviously amused with my sex life. 

I could feel my face burning with embarrassment as he referred to the large size of Gary's penis with some degree of envy. I thought to myself how different his reaction would be if he knew that this very large penis that could fill me up so nicely actually belonged to my 18 year old son! Would he still admire my good fortune? Or would he 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 Gary's restraint to avoid a repeat.

I do not know about other women, but I seem to be unable to resist any 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. In a sense, I become his.

In this case, that man was my son. And that came with emotional baggage that seemed to make me even more susceptible to being obsessed and vulnerable.

In a very real sense, Gary now owned a part of me from that moment forward. I knew as I was standing there buying these condoms and birth control pills, I was acknowledging the fact that I would take my son inside me again. I was his; I belonged to him now. I could try to resist, and try to deny this powerful attraction I felt towards my son; however, his ability to produce powerful orgasms in me provided him a unique power over me.

I thanked the pharmacist, and I left the store. As I carried the plastic bag of contraceptives across the parking lot back to the hotel room where Gary waited nervously, I tried to process what had happened over the past two days, and what the future held. How did I ever get so damned fucked up that I was allowing my son to enter me?

I arrived back at the room, and placed the bag of contraceptives on the dresser. Gary 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. I assured him that the risk of pregnancy had been removed. 

Gary was still in a state of shock, and was trying to determine if he was 'in trouble' with me, or I was mad at him for the unfortunate rupture of the condom. 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.

Sitting on the bed next to him, we talked for a long time. He was still just wearing his boxers. Every few moments, as we talked, I would see the crotch of Gary's boxers twitch and pulse. He was still semi-erect. I wondered if he was like this all the time? Did my 18 year old son always have as semi-rigid cock throbbing in his pants? Do all 18 year old men have this problem to deal with? For a brief moment I had an appreciation how tough it must be to be an 18 year old man, or 'soon to be man', with all these hormones raging through your system, and the associated urges that came with them.

I apologized to Gary for my inappropriate behavior. I tried to put it in perspective; I tried to explain to Gary, while trying to convince myself, that I allowed this to happen because I was lonely and grief stricken. I had simply turned to the wrong person for emotional and physical comfort.

Gary seemed to sense that I was overwhelmed with guilt, and I needed comforting again. "Mom, I know you are feeling bad about what happened, but it was not wrong. I needed you every bit as much as you needed me. I wanted you as much as you wanted me. I needed you to need me the way you did. It was beautiful."

I reached over and took his hands in mine. "Gary, I know that is what you are feeling right now, and I appreciate you wanting to be there for me, but I was wrong." 

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

"Mom, that is not how it was. I initiated it. And It was beautiful to me. And neither of us used the other. We shared something beautiful with someone we love. We expressed our love. And mom, no matter what, I do not want to stop sharing our love; I can't stop. I need to be with you."

I could see tears forming in Gary's eyes as he spoke. 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. Gary's tears triggered the flood gates of my own emotions.

Tears started streaming down both our faces as we held each others hands. Gary leaned forward and hugged me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him back.

Gary's hand slowly rose up and cupped my breast. "Oh Gary, you can't do this...we can't do this. After what just happened, we cannot start this again."

I knew I should remove his hand from my breast. I paused as I tried to garner 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 knew I had the 'safety net' of the bag of condoms sitting on the dresser. And that knowledge, coupled with the knowledge that I had just taken the 'emergency contractive pill', removed the threat of pregnancy, and long with it, any feeling of urgency on my part to prevent a recurrence.

I allowed his hand to caress my breast, knowing full well that it could lead to more inappropriate behavior between us. 

My nipple quickly grew erect as his fingers slowly teased and pulled on it through my 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. 

With his other hand, Gary 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 avoid any further sin tonight, I was helpless. I opened my mouth and accepted my son's tongue as he teased me erect breast with his fingers.

I was sobbing, crying, and yes, I was also growing wet and aroused. I dropped my hand to his lap, and I could feel Gary's penis throbbing against my hand as we kissed and as he felt my breast. I could feel Gary's tears washing from his cheeks on to mine as he kissed me deeply.

We necked, petted and cried for several moments clinging to each other on the bed. It was 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. Gary was growing more 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.

"Gary I love you so much. But we must not continue doing this." I sobbed. But even as I verbally told Gary we should stop, I did not remove my hand from his lap; I wanted to continue to feel his erection pulse against my palm. I did not push his hand from my breast; in fact, I traced my fingers along his rigid shaft. Nor did I resist his probing tongue as he kissed me deeply, and emotionally.

"I love you too Mom; more than you can imagine." was Gary's response, as he started fumbling with the snap on the waistband of my jeans.

"Gary, maybe we should stop now." I said, unsure of the meaning of my own words. But even as I verbally told my son we should stop, I stood up and allowed him to unhook my jeans, and lower the zipper. I stood there silently, and I allowed my son to lower my pants and panties together. I knew we were going to make love once again. I just could not help myself; I just could not resist. I stepped out of my pants, and stood in front of my son wearing only my t-shirt and bra, naked from the waist down.

Slowly, almost the mood was changing from an emotional release to passionate arousal. Gary's penis was standing erect now poking through the front opening of his boxers.

I walked over to the dresser and retrieved the bag of condoms. While struggling to open the box, and gain access to one of the prophylactics, I said to Gary, "perhaps you should take off your shorts."

Gary stood, removed his boxes, as I walked towards him. I was tearing the wrapper with my teeth, like a sex crazed animal. His erection looked as rigid and large as it was before. I placed the condom on the head, and rolled it down just slightly, stopping to examine it for a moment. The beige colored latex sheathe looked like a little hat atop the head of his large boner. The tiny reservoir at the tip to catch the semen made a cute bubble.

"Baby, I think I am getting obsessed with your penis...I just love the way it looks...God you are sexy..."

And I rolled the rubber all the way down his thickly veined shaft. 

"Gary, if anyone ever finds out what we are doing, I would go to jail. They would send me to prison for a long time."

Gary smiled as though he understood, and stepped away from me, leaving me standing there with my pussy and buttocks exposed for his view. I could myself getting wetter and wetter as my lubrication slowly leaked out of me. "Mom, no one will ever know about this, ever; I promise. I would never tell anyone, ever."

Gary then pulled a chair from the desk and sat in front of me. Sitting in front of me, Gary's fingers traced up my inner thigh and found the wetness from my vagina leaking slowly out of my. Gary started teasing my clitoris. I rocked my hips, humping against his fingers as they slowly explored my vulva. 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.

I looked down and saw his latex encased penis pulsing up towards the ceiling in excited anticipation. 

As my movements became more frantic, I knew that I could achieve an orgasm from the stimulation Gary's fingers were applying to my clitoris. Suddenly, I wanted to cum; I needed to cum. I started humping more forcefully, moaning softly. I was biting my lower lip as my son pleasured me. 

And then Gary stopped.

I straddled Gary thighs as he leaned back in the chair. I grabbed my son's large, rigid erection. It felt exceptionally thick and heavy in my hand. I held it straight up as Gary leaned back.

"Can I put this in my vagina, baby? Would that be OK? Is it OK if mommy puts your penis inside her?" 

Gary smiled, and nodded approval.

I tried to climb over his erection. But I am a relatively tiny girl. I only stand 5 ft. 4 inches. And Gary's erection stood a good 7 to 8 inches above his groin. Even standing on my toes, I could not raise myself high enough to get the head into my wet dilated vagina in this his position. The head was simply too high with Gary sitting in the chair.

Gary sensed the problem and simply leaned forward a bit and then reached over and lifted me up slightly so that his erection started to slide right inside me. He lifted me like I was a feather or pillow, without even straining. It was a sexy moment being lifted like this by my son and placed on top of his erection like that. It made me feel so tiny, petite, and most of all, so vulnerable to this powerfully build muscular young man.

Because I was so aroused, wet and open, the thick, bulbous head of Gary's cock slid into my vaginal opening easily. However, I could only take about 4 inches of his length before meeting some resistance deep inside of my womb. I could not take any more with out considerable discomfort. I was standing on my toes, astride my son, as I controlled the depth of this penetration. 




A Mother's Sin Ch. 04



Straddling my son's torso, I raised and lowered myself, attempting to push more of his intruding erection deeper inside me with each penetration. But in this position, he was penetrating me too deeply; I was pressing down further on each stroke trying to take more and more of my son.

In a moment of adolescent impatience, Gary arched his hips up as I was pressing down on him, forcing the large head of his cock to pry me open suddenly and painfully.

"Oh, shit, ouch!" I screeched. "Gary hold still. That hurts. You're me in too deep." I was straining on my toes astride him, trying to hold him at bay as the searing pain burned deep in my womb. I panted as the pain slowly began to subside.

"Baby, you are too big to just plunge inside me like that. Let me control the penetration until I can get used to your size. You don't want to hurt me, do you?"

Gary shook his head as though he understood

As I chastised him, I could feel his penis flex and pulse inside me. The very thought that he was so large that his mommy needed to 'adjust to his size' seemed to arouse him. I was quickly learning that I could arouse my son with words alone. Talking to him about his body, or my body, evoked a physical response from him. Reminding him that I was his mommy while he penetrated me seemed to drive him to the edge, if not over it. That would be handy information to have as our sexual relationship developed further. 

I started to slowly lower myself again, taking more of him, as the pain subsided. It took me five or six additional tries before I could take all of Gary's meaty penis inside me. By the time I had accommodated the entire rod I was responding to the deep penetration. I knew I was going to be able to reach another climax with my son. He filled me completely.

In this position, the large head was rubbing against the front wall of my vagina, pressing into my womb, and stimulating my g-spot. Gary reached up and placed his hands on my tiny breasts on top of my bra and shirt. He pushed me backwards, into a sitting position astride him. By doing this, by forcing me more 'upright', he was making the contact of his large cock head against my front uterus wall more pronounced deep inside me. 

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 cock that was buried deep inside me.

"Oh baby, you are going to make me cum...your are going to make your mommy cum on your erect penis...God, you feel good inside me..."

It was strange, but even as my son was fucking me, I felt uncomfortable using slang terms. I naturally referred to his penis rather than his cock; and my vagina rather than my pussy. I could allow my son to fuck me, but I could not say the words 'fuck', 'cock' or 'pussy'. I know this sound strange, maybe even perverse; but it was how I felt. But I soon realized that as my orgasm approached, I would get over this hang-up about using improper words with my son.

Since we were in a hotel room, and I did not know who was in either of the adjacent rooms. I was trying to control the volume of my moaning as I felt the climax get nearer and nearer; but it was hard not to scream out at that moment.

I felt the first wave of pleasure crash through my core. "Oh baby, fuck me...I am cumming..." I hissed as I fucked my son. I did not even realize I said it at the time. 

Gary leaned forward, and started to stand up as I started to cum, taking me with him, lifting both of us as though I was little more than a light doll impaled on his massive rod. I braced myself on his shoulders and wrapped my legs around his torso and he stood, his erect penis still very, very deep inside me. He did this move almost effortlessly; he was a large, strong man who easily lifted his small, petite mother.

I looked over into the mirror and saw our image, my son and me, coupled together. The image was seared into my memory. The very thought of it arouses me now, as I write this story. I could see the large, latex sheathed cock straining up from Gary's groin and penetrating my pussy. Gary's large muscular arms held me in place, as I clutched his broad shoulders with my arms. My nipples stood proudly on my tiny 34B cup breasts, poking through my bra and t-shirt. 

It is the most erotic sight I have ever seen. And it remains a most vivid image in my 'mind's eye' even today.

I squeezed my vagina to give my son's erection a 'hug', and said, "I love you, Gary; I love you so much."

Gary 's erection pulsed and stretched me as he responded, "Mom, I love you too...more than you know..."

Now in a standing position, Gary was free to rock his hips and pound his dick into my tiny little pussy. Soon, he was slapping his dick up into me, sending me bouncing upward and catching me by my hips with his strong hands with each thrust. He would then position me to be impaled violently once again.

Each sudden, powerful plunge of Gary's rock hard cock into my open, wet vagina impaled my womb with the head of his cock, and sent another wave of pleasure crashing through me. I was having my first true multiple orgasm. I simply could not stop cumming. 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 baby...oh shit, I can't take it...oh...fuck me...harder...Oh I need to stop..." I was babbling complete nonsense as wave upon wave of orgasm overtook me. "Baby, can you cum with me? Can you cum inside me?"

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

"Oh cum for me baby." I hissed. "Pump your mommy full..." I wanted my son to cum with me; to share my orgasm this way.

Gary's loins stiffened suddenly and his massive hands held my hips in place as I felt his erection spasm and pulse against my waiting womb. I knew Gary was erupting inside of me, and I liked it. I liked it a lot.

I could feel the massive pulsing of his erection inside of me as my vagina spasmed, grasping my son's penis in attempt to milk every single drop of my son's seed.

After several minutes of his cock unloading in me, Gary walked towards the bed, carrying me, my legs around his torso, with me still impaled on his cock. We collapsed on the bed, Gary on top of me, with his erection still deep inside of me. He was remaining firm despite having cum. We lay there panting, trying to catch our breath, sweat dripping from each of us.

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

As Gary's tongue entered my mouth, his penis began moving inside of me slightly. I moaned encouragement and his began sliding in and out of me slowly. Was my baby was going to fuck me again? 

I was happy and content.

"Can you get there again, baby? I want you to cum in me again if you can." I encouraged. But Gary was not going to cum again quite yet. I guess even a 18 year old has some limits. Three orgasms in the past two hours appeared to be his limit. He remained hard, but he was not ready for another climax quite yet. 

He was just gently cuddling with me, while is penis remained erect and we remained coupled together. I was in total bliss. I have never felt more loved or content.

Some time later, we drifted off to sleep while still in each others arms. While we dozed, he slipped from my vagina. 

An hour or so later, I awoke to find, his penis was still encased in the rubber, and this time it was intact. I removed the condom from his penis while he slept. While I removed the used condom, he barely stirred. 

I walked to the bathroom to dispose of the used prophylactic. Before doing so, I placed me finger inside the rubber and extracted some of his semen on my fingers. I inhaled my son's scent with satisfaction. I love the scent of Gary's sperm. I flushed the condom and returned to bed with Gary.

We slept soundly, in the same bed. Tomorrow I would start to sort out what all this meant, but tonight, I was sleeping in the arms of my son, the man whom I loved more than anything in this world.

A Mother's Sin - Chapter 5 - we head home after the funeral



A Mother's Sin Ch. 05



Gary and I made it to Santa Fe two days before my dad passed away peacefully. We remained for the funeral and the family gatherings that followed. Those days remain a blur in my memory. Clearly, between my father's passing, the funeral and the family interactions, there were no opportunities for Gary and me to be intimate; not that I wanted to be intimate under these circumstances. 

The slight respite gave me some time to search my soul about the events of the past week without a heightened state of arousal clouding my judgment. I came to the conclusion that allowing my son into my bed was wrong by any measure. It was a mistake of epic proportions. I can give all the excuses in the world, but it was wrong. 

However, I also realized that whatever harm was going to be inflicted on my son because of my weakness and emotional vulnerability was likely already done. Gary had slept with his mother; there was no changing that fact. There was nothing I could do to undo my sin. The real question was, 'would it harm him further to continue this inappropriate relationship? Should I insist upon ending this relationship now, or could I let it continue?'

I honestly did not know the answer. I did know that I have never felt more fulfilled, content or loved that I felt when I lay in Gary's arms, with his penis deep inside me following a mutual orgasm that we shared. Lying coupled together in post-coital bliss was pleasurable beyond words. I did not want to give up that feeling. I was not sure that I could give up the intimacy that my son and I had shared, even if I wanted to. The pleasure was too great, too fulfilling. 

I also realized that regardless what I decided about continuing the physical aspect of my relationship with my son, neither Gary nor I could be fully trusted to behave. The attraction was too strong, too intoxicating, too addictive. So I religiously took my oral contraceptive pill every day. I needed to be certain that I did not conceive my son's child. That was something I was not prepared to do. 

But I did know that I should not be the aggressor. I should not initiate these encounters. If Gary could resist the urge to try to fuck me, I knew I should not try to tempt him. Of this I was sure. 

Three days following the funeral, we packed the car, said our goodbyes, and started the long drive home. 

We left early, heading out of Santa Fe, heading east on I 40. Gary slept most of the morning. We stopped for lunch and Gary took him turn behind the wheel. 

I took a nap while Gary drove. I awoke mid afternoon. I looked over at my son and I wondered, 'What was Gary's state of mind? What did he want or expect when we arrived home in Chicago?'

I would soon find out. Gary broached the subject of our relationship. "Mom, can we talk?"

"Sure honey. What's on your mind?" I asked somewhat nervously. 

"What's going to happen when we get home? I mean, between us?"

"What do you mean, baby?" I asked trying to understand exactly what my son was asking. 

"Mom, do we belong to each other?"

"Oh god, of course we do. You are my son. I love you in a way I will never love anyone else."

"No, mom, that is not what I mean." Gary took a moment before continuing. "Mom, do you belong to me? Are you mine? ...Mom, are you going to date other guys?"

Gary's question caught me off guard; no, it shocked me. I had not even contemplated that he would think we were a monogamous couple. As a defense mechanism, I laughed and said, "Oh Gary, you are absolutely adorable. I just love you." 

It was an insensitive and condescending thing to say. Gary's face flushed a bright crimson from embarrassment. His expression changed and he looked genuinely hurt. I struggled to find the right words to undo the hurt I had caused my son. 

"Honey, some things happened on the trip down here that should not have happened. I think we were thrust into an unusual situation at a time when we were both very vulnerable; at least I was. My father was dying and I needed to be close to someone who loved me. I turned to you. I shouldn't have. But I did. I am sorry for that." I said before pausing. 

"So you did not enjoy it? Are you saying you don't want to be with me that way again?" Gary responded, his voice quaking slightly as he struggled with his emotions. He was feeling an enormous sense of rejection at this moment. 

I wanted to hold him, hug him, comfort him, but he was driving and could do none of those things. I considered for a moment that if we were not traveling at 75 mile per hour on Intestate 40 at the moment, I would comfort him, which would lead to me taking him into my arms, which would lead to taking him inside me again. I decided it was good that I could not touch him at this moment. I did reach over and squeeze his thigh to reassure him of my deep affection for him.

I decided to be honest, at least mostly honest. "Gary, what happened between us should not have happened. I was wrong to allow it to happen. But since you asked, I enjoyed it tremendously; both physically and emotionally. I will be guilt ridden for the rest of my life, but it was also the second most beautiful experience I have ever had. I have never felt so loved, so satisfied or so content as I did lying in your arms, with your penis still inside me, after you gave me the most powerful and enjoyable orgasm I have ever experienced. Baby, I am an evil, wicked, sinful woman for saying this, but yes, I enjoyed making love to you."

"Second, most beautiful?" he asked. He seemed to have missed the entire point I was making and focused immediately on being number two. 

"Baby, giving birth to you, the first time I saw you and held you as a baby, and placed you to my breast, that experience is definitely number one." I said confident that being second to his birth should not offend him. 

He smiled broadly. "Are you going to allow me to do that to you again? Can we be together again?" 

"Honey, I don't think we should. I want to share that with you, but I am afraid that I am harming you."

"Mom, you are not. I promise you, you are not hurting me. I need you. I need to be with you and to touch you. I don't think I can stand being in the house with you and not having you." Gary said with a love and passion that I knew was genuine and sincere. 

I noticed Gary's crotch was starting to bulge a bit. This conversation was arousing my son.

"Baby, I have the same desire, and the same needs. I don't know if I could ever say no to you, ever." I said before pausing. "But if we continue, we have to establish some guidelines. I have to know that I am not interfering with your normal social interaction with girls your own age."

Gary's face lit up like a Christmas tree when I indicated that there was a scenario that would allow us to continue our intimacies. 

"Gary, you have to date girls your own age. If I feel like I am interfering with you dating girls, I will stop this. I will have to stop this. I love you too much not to stop this."

Gary nodded, and then offered, "But mom, I promise I won't do these things with them. I will save that for you. I don't want to do these things with anyone except you."

"Gary, that is precisely what I am talking about. You have to interact with girls your own age as if we were not intimate. If you can't do that, I am hurting you; and I would be forced to stop."

Gary nodded as he answered, "So you want me to fuck other girls?"

I decided that I would not address my son's use of the word 'fuck' in front of his mother, especially since recently I had said something to the effect of 'fuck me harder' while he was pounding my pussy with his erection several days ago. I felt that I lost the moral high ground to criticize him for cursing the moment I let him enter me. No, his choice of words would not be the issue today. 

"Gary, I do not want you to have sex with anybody because of me; but I certainly do not want you to abstain from sex because of me either." 

"But mom, you have told me many, many times that having sex at my age can lead to pregnancy and/or disease. Wouldn't be better if I did not have sex with anyone except you?" 

Damn, he was good. He had a point. If taking my son into my bed kept him from contracting an incurable disease, or getting a girl pregnant, then maybe I was actually protecting my son, not harming him? Was I simply rationalizing my bad behavior? Perhaps. But Gary did have a point. 

"Gary, I just don't want you to fail to experience the discovery of sex with a girl your own age because you are rushing home to hop into my bed."

"Mom, I will be going away to college in the fall. That is only five months away. When I am away at school, I will date, and I will probably experience sex with other girls. Until then, I want to belong to you until I leave."

I could see I was not going to dissuade my son from this. And honestly, I was very flattered that he wanted only me. After all, I was a middle aged woman, not a young nubile teenager. Objectively speaking though, although at age 37, I still did look pretty damn good. 

"OK. But I still want you to date, even if you do not have sex. And if you find someone you are really attracted to, I won't be mad or jealous if you do advance the relationship into a physical one."

"Mom, what about you? Are you going to date?"

"Gary, I have not been on a date in many months. I have not slept with any man, other than my son in almost a year. It will not be a sacrifice for me to give up dating until you leave for college."

Gary smiled broadly again. I could see the gleam in his eyes as he concluded that we were a couple. 

"But honey, we have to act like mother and son, not lovers. No one can ever suspect, even for a second that there is anything physical going on between us. And just because we are sharing a bed, does not change the other aspects of our relationship. You still have to obey me, and treat me with respect. Understand?"

"Absolutely mom. In fact, now that I know you can cut me off if I don't clean my room, or do my homework, I'll be perfect."

I smiled and said, "You better be. Else no treats for you. No bedtime stories."

We had just driven into Oklahoma City. We were planning on turning north on towards Springfield and looking for a place to spend the night. We were a few miles from the junction with I-44, when Gary asked another question that revealed the complexities we were imposing upon ourselves. 

"Mom, I know when we are back in Chicago, at home, we will never be able to be 'on a date' when we are outside. I will always have to behave like you are my mother."

"I am your mother, you little twit" I interrupted.

"I know. You know what I mean. I will never be able to hold your hand in public, or kiss you in public. Or do any of the things I want to do with the woman who belongs to me."

"I guess that is right. No one can ever see us doing any of that stuff."

"Do you think we could go out on a date while we are traveling home?"

I stared at my son with a confused look. "What do you mean?"

"Well, could I take you out to dinner or dancing, or someplace and we pretend that you are my girlfriend? No one here knows who we are. No one knows you are my mom. I really want to have one date with you."

Gary's suggestion had a lot of appeal, but I saw some real problems as well. 

"Honey, I am 37 years old, you are 18. I do not look like your girlfriend."

"Mom, you look great. No one would look at you and think you are 37. They would think you are 24 or 25 at the most."

I smiled thinking 'this kid is a real charmer. He was buttering me up to get what he wants'. And it was working. I was buying his bull shit that I only looked like I was 24. 

"I guess you can pass for 21 or 22, so it is possible we look like a couple." I considered the possibilities for a moment. "I tell you what, rather than go up I 44 towards Springfield, let's stay on I40 into Memphis. We can get in early and have one date night. You pick the restaurant, the after dinner dancing. I will even let you select my outfit. Tomorrow night, you are the man and I am your little girlfriend. I will give you the money to pay for things. I will hang on your arm and let you do with me what you will."

I looked over and saw a bulge twitching in Gary's crotch. The thought of me allowing him to call the shots tomorrow night really excited him. 

"You'll really let me select your outfit?"

"Yes sir, I will. As long as you don't try to dress me in something that will get me arrested, you get to dress me tomorrow night. I will even let you bathe me, and paint my toe nails and prepare me for our date. Would you like that? Would you like to get me ready for our date?"

The front of Gary's pants was like a tent now. I had gotten my baby hard just talking to him like this. I was going to have fun with my son for the next several months. I reached over and gave his cock a little squeeze. 

"It sure looks like you like the thought of getting me ready. Is it the thought of bathing me? Or painting my toe nails? Or dressing me that has you so hard?" I teased as I gave his cock another playful squeeze. 

"Oh shit mom, you are so sexy."

I removed me hand, fearing that further distraction would cause him to crash. And we began looking for a place to spend the night.

We pulled off I-40 about 100 miles east of Oklahoma City and checked into a La Quinta motel. I sent Gary in with my credit card to register us. We walked to our room, carrying our overnight bags. I was surprised when we opened the door to find one king sized bed. 

"Gary, didn't they have any doubles?"

"Yeah, they did, but I told him that my girl and I prefer a king. He never even asked about the fact that it was your name on the credit card."

I looked into Gary's eyes, and I felt a rush of love and affection for him. 

"Honey, would you do me a favor?" 

"Sure mom, what is it?"

"Would you please take off all your clothes for me? I would like to do something" I said as I walked over to the bed to get a pillow. 

Gary quickly stripped off his shirt, shoes, socks, pants and underwear. I had never seen anyone get out of their clothes so quickly. His cock was growing erect in anticipation of what might be happening. 

I stood back for a moment, watching his erection throb to life, admiring the wonderful physique my son had. His prominent chest and tight abdomen framed his large boner nicely. Gary had nice biceps and muscular thighs. There was no doubt about it, my son was a handsome and sexy man. I admit, I was proud of his physique and good looks. 

"My, you sure got naked fast. You never move that fast when I ask you to take out the garbage" I chuckled. "Gary, you have a beautiful body. You remind me of the Greek statues of the Greek gods of mythology. That is a beautiful erection you have thee son. Stand here for a second," I said, beckoning him to the area next to the bed. 

I placed the pillow on the floor in front of my son, and I knelt down. Looking up at him from a knelling position, I took his cock in my fist and slowly, and seductively, leaned forward and kissed the head.

I looked up at him, and said simply, "You have a beautiful penis. And tonight, it is mine, all mine. Baby, you may not believe this, but you have the largest and most beautiful cock I have ever seen. It is gorgeous."

I then leaned forward and took the very tip of my tongue and inserted it slightly into the tiny slit at the tip of his head, looking up at Gary the entire time. His erection arched up, the head swelled slightly larger and the shaft pulsed thicker as the tip of my tongue invaded the very opening of his urethra.

Gary's knees seemed to buckle slightly and a loud moan came from his core. His penis grew longer and the head larger. He quickly had both hands on the sides of my head, holding me in place, as I continued to tease his highly sensitive slit with my tongue. 

I looked up at him. 

"Oh, you like that huh? I thought you might." I said before repeating the intrusion of my tongue into this very tiny, very tight slight slit at the end of his erections. I could only get the very tip of my tongue inside the slit, but it was having a very powerful effect.

Gary was literally shaking each time I repeated this. I owned him now. He would follow me anywhere. I smiled to myself thinking he would go his whole life trying to get women to repeat this little game I was playing with the head of his penis right now.

I looked up at him and took the head into my mouth and pumped his shaft slowly as I sucked on him. I removed his cock from my mouth just long enough to ask, "Would you like to cum in my mouth, baby? Would you like that?"

"Oh god, yes" he responded as he placed his hands on the sides of my head and attempted to push himself deeper into my throat. 

"Whoa there, cowboy. You let me drive. I will take care of you, but don't try too push down my throat, OK? And let me know when you feel like you are going to shoot, OK?"

He nodded in full agreement. 

"Put your hands down, OK?" I instructed.

"Mom, I want to touch you while you are doing this."

I thought for a second, "OK, place your hands on my shoulders, OK? You can give me a shoulder massage while I take care of you."

Gary started massaging my shoulders as I kissed and licked the large purple head of his erection. I traced the tip of my tongue around the ridge of the glands, evoking a deep guttural moan and a shudder from his core. 

"You like it when mommy does that to her baby's penis?"

Gary's cock pulse firmly in my hand the second I mentioned the word 'mommy'. Clearly, being reminded of our taboo relationship, aroused both Gary and me. I could feel my vagina leaking out of me; the lubrication was trickling down my inner thighs. 

I took the head back into my mouth and slowly pumped he shaft. Gary began moving his hips in time to my slow strokes of his thickly veined shaft. I continued to twirl my tongue around the head, and pump his cock. 

After a few minutes of me teasing the head of his cock, Gary's movements became more pronounced as his climax approached. I knew he was close. 

"Oh...oh...mom, I'm going shoot...mom, oh shit...now, mom" he warned me. 

And an instant later Gary whole body stiffened and a large shudder rocked through him as he grunted. Simultaneously, a very large dollop of his semen erupted in my mouth. I almost never allow a man to ejaculate in my mouth, and I never swallow; but this was different. This was my baby's sperm. I did not want to waste a drop. 

As I struggled to swallow the first rope of his cum, another rope shot into my mouth. I was being overwhelmed by my son's semen. After the second rope of semen shot into my mouth, I had to pull away so I could keep from gagging. 

As I pulled away from my baby's pulsing cock, with my mouth brimming with the warm, salty, slightly bitter semen, another smaller string erupted and dribbled down the head of Gary's cock and over my fist. 

It took me several seconds to swallow the large load so I could speak. The taste was not offensive at all. In fact in a way it was pleasant. But the viscous nectar was somewhat difficult to choke down; especially since I was completely inexperienced at swallowing a man's cum. I had not decided yet whether or not to tell my son that I had never swallowed another man's semen before tonight. 

I leaned forward and kissed the head one last time. The semen that had dribbled down the head of his cock seemed to form a viscous string his cock and my lips as I pulled away. I smiled, looked up at my son, and licked the string of sperm sucking it into my mouth. 

"Mom, that was unbelievable. Thank you."

"Honey, I enjoyed doing that for you. Honey, how long have you been saving that up? That was a lot of semen. You could drown a girl with that stuff."

"I have been saving it up for you since the last time we made love, almost a week ago. It was so hard not to jack off, but I wanted to save it up for you. I didn't know you would take me in your mouth. I am sorry it was so much."




A Mother's Sin Ch. 05



"Don't be silly. I am very flattered. I don't think any man has ever saved his sperm for me before. It was very special." I stroked his erection a couple of times before continuing. Gary remained rock hard. "Do you need a rest, or can you stay hard and put yourself inside of me now? I would like to feel you inside me."

I started removing me clothes, anticipating that Gary would be 'up' for fucking his mommy again tonight. I stripped quickly tossing my clothes on the chair in the corner of the room. 

Gary assured me that he could stay erect, and he took me to the bed, where I lay back and let my son fuck me. I did not achieve orgasm this time, but I loved the feeling of my son inside me just the same. 

We drifted off to sleep holding each other. 

Coming soon Chapter 6 - Our big date.



A Mother's Sin Ch. 06



Chapter 6 – Our big date

We hit the road early the next morning. I was anxious to get to Memphis for my date night with my son. Gary and I both realized, this would be a rare opportunity for us to act as lovers in public, not just a proper mother and son. 

We arrived at the hotel a little before 4 p.m., checked into our room. 

"OK, lover boy, what are your plans for tonight? Where do you want to take me? And what do you want me to wear for our date?"

"There is a steakhouse across the street. Let's go there. And I want you to wear that yellow sun dress, and nothing else."

"Nothing else? Not even panties? No bra? Baby, I will feel so exposed. Honey, you need to understand that my nipples poke out like pebbles when I am aroused, and I will be aroused all night. It will be very obvious in that dress. I should wear a bra. And I will be leaking all night and I really should wear panties." 

"Mom, you said you would wear what I wanted."

"Are you sure? Are you sure you want to take me out dressed like that? We will get a lot of stares. There won't be any hiding the fact that I am naked under that flimsy little sun dress."

"I think it will be so sexy for people to see me with my hot, hot date. The guys will be so jealous." 

My son wanted to expose me. After giving the matter some thought, I decided I would let him. I decided that tonight, I would do anything my son requested of me. 

Gary started the bath water, and then walked over to me and undressed me. After getting me naked, he stripped to his boxers, but for some reason, he left them on. 

I grabbed a hair tie, and I put my hair up into a ponytail, and Gary led me to the tub. He had an obvious hard-on already as he knelt beside the tub and soaped up the wash rag. 

My son then proceeded to wash every part of me with a tan washcloth. Gary started on my back and shoulders, then washed my feet and legs, before moving to my breasts, arm pits, and my vagina. He even washed my backside. It was quite embarrassing when Gary touched my anus with his fingers and the washcloth. 

I blushed deeply, "Baby, you don't have to wash me there. I can wash myself there."

But Gary continued to wash up my backside as he said, "Mom, when I give you a bath, it is a complete bath. I want you clean all over for our date."

I realized that his touch on my anus felt strangely good. No one had ever tried to stimulate me there before. I was surprised to learn that I liked it when my son touched me there. 

I glanced over and could see the head of Gary's penis sticking straight up, about two inched above the waistband of his shorts. I smiled and remarked, "I see you are enjoying washing your mom, huh?"

"Oh yeah."

Gary drained the tub, dried me, led me to the bed, and had me lie on my back. "Where do you keep your nail polish?"

"It is in my purse, honey."

Gary returned and proceeded to apply the nail polish to each of my toes. I remember lying there, naked with my son applying polish to my nails like it was happening as I write this. 

Now if I am honest, I must admit that he did a pretty sloppy job; but god, was it sexy. He rubbed my feet, applied the polish while sitting between my legs, forcing my vagina to be pulled open slightly. He would look up at my wet and dilated vagina and remark, "Mom, you are so beautiful. I love you so much." 

I wanted to hug him, but with him holding my foot as he applied the polish, I was forced to remain on my back. I knew then, as I know now writing this a year and a half later, I would do anything for that boy....absolutely anything. 

Gary finished applying the polish to my nails. I then got up and moved to the chair in front of the dressing table. I sat in front of the mirror, naked and applied my make-up. I wanted to look good for my date. I knew tonight was going to be special for both of us. 

As requested, I put on the yellow print sun dress with no undergarments. My nipples were plainly visible under the thin material. I also knew that when I walked, the movement of my butt cheeks would reveal that I was not wearing any panties. I felt so wicked. But for some reason, I liked the feeling...I liked being naughty this way. I liked being 'bad' for my son. And considering that later I was going to let my son fuck me again, and again, and again, so going braless seemed pretty harmless. 

Gary still had a raging hard-on. "Baby, do I need to take care of that for you before we go out to dinner?"

He nodded. So I sat on the edge of the bed, brought him to me, lowered his boxers, and took him in my mouth again. He ejaculated quickly. And since it had only been a few hours since he came previously, the volume of his semen was not as overwhelming this time. And for only the second time in my life, I swallowed. (I have given Gary many blow jobs, and I always swallow his semen. I love ingesting my baby's sperm.)

We arrived at the restaurant about 6:30 p.m. We were seated at a booth where Gary and I could sit next to each other, touching knees. The table had a tablecloth so we were not too obvious as we touched and flirted. 

The waiter was very impressed with my erect, braless nipples, but did not seem to think anything about the age difference between my date and me. Perhaps Gary was right. Perhaps, I could pass for 24 years old. I liked that thought. 

I had a glass of merlot, but Gary, who was only 18, could not drink. We decided that we did not want to risk trying to order alcohol for him since we really did not want anyone checking IDs and finding out he was my son!

Gary soon had his hand on my leg, caressing my inner thigh. I separated my knees slightly so Gary could place his fingers on my inner thigh. As I opened my thighs, I warned him, "Now baby, don't get too frisky here in public. We really cannot attract too much attention."

I had a total of three glasses of wine with my meal, which is one more that I usually have. I could feel the effects of the alcohol already. I was feeling very amorous by the end of our dinner date. 

I was so aroused already. I had not had an orgasm since before my father's funeral a week ago. I knew I was going to cum tonight. After the bath, the nail polish and foot massage, and giving Gary a blow job, I was ready. It would not take much to get me there tonight. 

We finished dinner, skipped desert, and Gary paid the check and we left. I took Gary's arm as we walked down the street, leaning on my tall handsome date. 

"What now, 'lover boy'? I am all yours tonight. What do you intend to do with me now?"

Suddenly, down the street about a block and a half, something caught Gary's eye. There was a large neon sign: 'Cindi's Adult Gifts and Novelties'. 

"Mom, is that your store? You never told me you had an adult gift store" Gary joked. 

"Gary, that is not even how I spell my name. I spell my name, C-i-n-d-y, and you know it."

Gary ignored my spelling correction. His mind was headed in a different direction. 

"Mom, have you ever used a vibrator?"

"Oh my, that is a personal question." I said as I felt my face flush at the prospect of disclosing my masturbation habits with my son. 

"Well, have you?"

"OK, yes, I have. I lead a very sheltered and unexciting life. At least my life was pretty sheltered and unexciting before this trip with you. It has picked up a bit recently." I paused before admitting the truth. Yes, I have a vibrator at home."

"Mom, let's go window shopping. I might want to buy you a present."

"Gary, no! I would be mortified going in there with you. Let's go up to the room. I want to make love to you."

"Come on mom, you said you belong to me tonight."

Reluctantly, I said "OK, tonight is your night. Do with me as you will." 

Gary led me through the doors of 'Cindi's' and immediately directed my attention to a large assortment of vibrators and dildos they had on display. 

"What is the biggest vibrator you can accommodate. Mom?" 

"Gary!"

I blushed at the question. I looked back at the display of phallic shaped dildos and vibrators. I saw a large vibrator that I recognized, it was the exact model of an 8 inch long and 2 inch thick dildo that I had at home. I pointed at it and said, "Baby, I might be able to handle that monster. I just don't know."

For some reason I did not want to admit that I had such a huge toy in my nightstand at home. Silly, huh? It was a little white lie, but I did not want to admit that I had used that precise device to make myself cum previously. 

We walked around the store for a few minutes. I quickly realized that I was the only female in the store. There were several middle aged men, the clerk behind the counter, Gary and me. 

I seemed to be attracting a lot of attention from the male patrons. With my nipples poking proudly and my panty-less ass barely hidden under the hem of my dress, I was both nervous and excited to be forced into this bizarre situation. I was scared being dressed like this with a room full of strange men, but it also aroused me. I felt so naughty. 

We saw teddies, edible panties, hand cuffs and whips, and countless shapes, colors and sizes of vibrators. Gary picked up the large red phallic shaped vibrator that I had pointed to earlier and said confidently, "We'll get this one" as he walked to the checkout counter. 

The clerk smiled knowingly at both of us. "Will that be all?"

Gary answered, "Yes sir."

"Would you like some batteries with that, it takes 4 AA batteries."

"Yes, sir. That would be great."

The clerk then opened a package of 4 AA batteries, unscrewed the base, and put them in. "Let's make sure this works properly. I don't want you getting home to find out this doesn't work." He then twisted the base and the large red dildo buzzed to life. 

The buzzing sound caused the other patrons to look up and stare at us. I was so embarrassed. Everyone in the place knew that tonight that huge red dildo would be buzzing inside my wet vagina. I could feel my neck and face burning crimson with humiliation. 

But I also could feel my chest pounding, and my vagina leaking. Being placed on display like this, in an adult novelty store, braless and panty-less, with these men staring at me, aroused me terribly. I do not know why, but it did. I could feel my vagina leaking, coating my inner thighs with juices. 

I left 'Cindi's' carrying a small bag with an 8 inch phallus inside. We walked back to the hotel with me clutching Gary's arm. My head was spinning from the excitement of being placed on display like that and the three glasses of wine I had at dinner. 

Once we got back to the room, Gary took the large red phallus out of the bag and studied it. "Mom, this thing is bigger than I am!"

"I know baby, and you are a very big man. That thing may be too big for your mommy." I do not know why I felt compelled to hide the fact that I had inserted that exact model of dildo in my vagina at home previously. For some reason, I was embarrassed to let my son know that I masturbated with such a large toy. 

"Are you going to try to put that inside me tonight?"

"Yes, I am." Gary responded as he arranged the pillows on the bed and instructed me to straddle them. I started to remove my dress, but Gary told me to keep it on. I was not wearing any panties, so the dress did not present any obstruction to accessing my pussy. 

As instructed, I climbed astride two pillows, facing the foot of he bed, my feet at the head. I was facing the mirror which was over the dresser. I looked at myself, the yellow dress came down across my thighs, my nipples were plainly visible as they poked through the pale yellow material. The darkness of my areolas were obvious. I must admit, I was a sexy woman, in a sexy position. 

Gary turned on the vibrator, and handed it to me. "Put this inside yourself, mom. Use the pillows to hold it in place when it is inside you." 

The buzzing was somewhat distracting. I raised up and slid the red dildo under my skirt, placing the vibrating head on my clitoris. "You want to see me fuck myself with this toy, don't you? You want to see me ride this huge red dick? Does that turn you on baby? Does thinking about your mommy riding this huge red dildo arouse you?"

Gary just nodded as he slowly stripped out of his clothes. His erection removed any doubt about how much this scene aroused him. 

"OK, honey, I am working the head inside me now. Oh my, it is so thick. I need to go slow."

Gary sat on the bed next to me, slightly behind me. He raised the hem of my skirt up so my bottom was now exposed and he studied the gradual insertion from behind. 

"Mom, you have more than half of it inside you. How does it feel?"

"Very big, baby. Mommy is very fully. The vibrations feel good though."

I was able to prop the base against the pillows, and move myself up and down slightly, wedging the giant red device inside me a little further each cycle. 

"Oh god, Gary, it is so deep. I feel so full. Baby, I am not going to last long. I haven't had an orgasm since before the funeral. Oh baby, I won't last long at all tonight." 

Gary grabbed my left butt cheek and started to massage my ass. 

"Oh that feels good, baby." 

Then I felt Gary's fingers inching closer to my anus. I tensed up a bit, not sure that I wanted him to touch me there. But I said noting. Gently, I felt the tip of one of his fingers resting on my tightly clenched asshole. 

It felt so very naughty, but it felt strangely good. I allowed a moan to escape as the tip of his finger started edging inside my tight little sphincter. No one had ever touched me there before. And I discovered I liked it. 

"Oh baby, I'm going to cum....Gary, mommy is going to cum...."

Gary inserted his finger into my ass, which triggered my orgasm. 

"Oh fuck, I am cumming. Oh fuck, baby....." I screeched. 

Quake upon quake of orgasmic pleasure rocked across my core as I fucked the large vibrating phallus while my son fingered my virgin ass. I collapsed on the pillows and Gary removed his finger.

"Honey, that was wonderful. No one has ever touched me back there before. I feel so naughty, but I liked it. And I am glad that you are the only person to ever do that to me. Now, you need to go and wash your hands really good now, and hurry back."

I lay there panting, trying to recover as listened to Gary scrubbing his finger, which moments before had been in my ass. I just shook my head and said to myself, 'girl you ought to ashamed of yourself'. But I am ashamed to admit, I wasn't. I felt content and fulfilled. 

Gary returned to the bed, his large, erect cock swaying proudly in front of him as he walked. I got up from the bed and said, "Would you like make love to me now? You seem to be ready."

"Yes, I would like that a lot." Gary replied. I love the way my son, who would soon be fucking me was so respectful. 

I took a step toward him and said, "Baby, would you take mommy's clothes off for her?"

Gary unzipped the dress and the dress fell to the floor. I reached out and held his erect cock to stabilize me as I stepped out of my yellow sun dress. I stood naked in front of my son. 

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I kissed him deeply, opening my mouth to accept my son's tongue as he grasped my tiny breast. 

Gary leaned forward and took one of my nipples into his mouth. I caressed his head as he sucked my tit. 

Gary followed me to the bed. His cock boldly standing unobstructed in front of him. He seemed to be proud of his large erection, and welcomed the opportunity to display it to me. It was an impressive sight. 

God he looked sexy with that huge erection in front of him. I felt a perverse 'mother's pride in how sexy and gorgeous my son looked, knowing that I was the first, but not the last woman he would satisfy with that beautiful cock of his. I took genuine satisfaction knowing that he would be a better, more considerate lover in the future because of his experience with me. 

I lay on my back on the bed and beckoned my lover to approach me. He climbed between my knees, his cock bobbing up and down as he approached his target. I took the head and positioned it at my opening as I cautioned him, to enter me slowly. "You are a very 'good sized man', you have to let me adjust to your size, OK?"

"Mom, you just had that huge dildo inside you, you are more than ready for me."

"I see your point. But go slow nonetheless." I cautioned.

He nodded as though he understood. And slowly he pushed forward.

I felt very full as he stretched me open to accommodate his girth. I pushed my hand against his stomach to keep him from plunging in further. "Easy baby, you don't want to tear me down there. You are big man."

Despite the fact that I had that huge dildo inside me, I still needed to adjust to the intrusion of my son's erection. He could still hurt me if he was not careful. 

He entered me about two inches. He was starting to hurt me. I was afraid he would tear my sensitive skin. I asked for a moment to adjust. "Oh baby, wait a second, give me a chance to get used to you.

Ladies, if you have ever be penetrated by a large cock, you know it takes a bit of work to get it fully inside you, right? Well this was a large man. 

Gary remained motionless waiting for me to signal that I was ready to be fed more of his meat.

I felt his cock pulse and arch slightly. The pulsing stretched me open a bit. I felt very full however, it actually felt good. I gave him a little vaginal squeeze in return, which caused him to pulse again.

I hugged him again, and then took my hand from his stomach and slid it to his hips where I could guide him forward. 

He penetrated me another couple of inched before I brought my hand back to his stomach to stop his progress again. I looked down and I could see that I had only taken about half his length inside me so far. He felt much larger than I had remembered from our last encounter; I was having to work him in gradually.

Gary, was patient, and he resisted the urge to hurry the penetration along. Gary then pulled out slightly and slowly pushed himself deeper inside me. He was slowly prying my womb open to accommodate his cock. I was enjoying the slow, methodical intrusion with this wonderful penis into my core.

I liked the feeling of fullness, and being stretched open that I was experiencing. This was turning out to be a very sexy, arousing and enjoyable evening.

After a few 'in and out cycles', Gary was able to fully impale me with his erection. As I became comfortable with his size, I raised my legs up and wrapped them around him, giving him full access to my womb.

I rested my heels on his ass, and soon was encouraging his thrusts by spurring his ass forward with my heels. In this position, the head of his cock was striking deep inside me, hitting the front of my uterus, at my g-spot.

"Oh damn, Gary, you are so deep inside me. God, can you feel how deep you are?" My voice started to quake with excitement. This was unprecedented. I might cum twice in one day. 

This young stallion started pounding my pussy. He was pulling out and literally pounding his way back it with deep violent thrusts, punishing my insides as he drive me closer to another orgasm.

I was fully open and wet now. I could take all of his rigid cock. I was bucking up to meet his thrusts. I knew that I would cum again if he kept this up. I wanted to climax with his erection pounding my core.

"Oh shit, ...baby...fuck me hard...shit you are going to get me again....oh fuck me....." In the safety of our hotel room, I did not need to be quiet, so I screamed as the pleasure built within me.

I bucked back to meet each thrust. I was taking all of him now. My heels were digging into his firm buttocks, urging him to fuck me harder and deeper. I had moved past the point of being a kind and patient teacher to my son. I was now 'a wanton woman' who wanted to cum with the rigid cock of a 18 year old lover, who happened to be her son, punishing her pussy.




A Mother's Sin Ch. 06



In a move that defied his inexperience, Gary took my calves in his hands and raised them up, so they were now resting on his shoulders. He had me totally exposed and vulnerable.

I was babbling incoherent nonsense as my orgasm overtook me. With my legs up over his shoulder and Gary pressing me backward into an unthinkable shape as he pounded in and out of me, I lost it. I started to cum and lost all control of myself and this situation.

My pussy spasmed, my abdomen convulsed, and I nearly passed out from a massive orgasm that would not cease.

I did not recognize the sounds that emanated from my body and he thrust himself deep into me time after time after time.

I was pinned under him, my heels pushed back to my head, my ass pushed high in the air, well off the bed. I was helpless to resist this massive assault.

My pussy was spasming in orgasmic convulsions. My entire abdomen convulsed as wave upon wave of my orgasm quaked through me like powerful ocean waves crashing upon rocks.

And because he had cum before dinner in my mouth, Gary seemed to have a staying power that defied all logic.

"Oh God....You have to stop...you have to let me stop cumming..." I screeched.

But my words seemed to merely encourage him....he pounded me harder. He seemed determined to give me a fuck I would never forget...

"Oh please...let me come down..." I managed to 'hiss out' between orgasms. "Baby please just cum in me...." I was begging.

An emotional response released inside me, and even as I was cumming, I started to cry....

I do not understand what was occurring, but tears streamed down my face as my womb convulsed, grabbing his erection repeatedly in a series of wild spasms.

Suddenly Gary stiffened. His entire body seemed to quiver as he pressed himself deep inside me. I could feel his erection swell slightly and pulse. I looked up at him through my tears. His face contorted.

I knew he was ejaculating. His pelvis pressed firmly against mine as his penis pulsed inside me. I knew he was unloading his sperm inside me. I lay there panting as he completing the erotic coupling with his teacher.

Finally he collapsed on me, his cock still buried inside of my womb. His face buried in my breasts as we lay there panting, sweating but still coupled together. I reached up and caressed his head as he laid across my chest.

"Gary, that was magnificent...you were fantastic. You made me cum so hard....you are a marvelous lover..."

We laid together, still coupled together, his cock pulsing inside me, as we fought to catch our breath. Our chests were slippery with sweat from the passionate and wild fucking we had just experienced. I caressed him as he rested his head on my breasts, and I savored the post-coital bliss of having his large erection remain deep in my womb.

We made love again the following morning, before departing for Chicago. 

At home, things were different. Gary shared my bed with me most nights. He seemed to be insatiable, fucking me at least once a day, even when I was menstruating. He often came inside me morning and night. 

I would climax about half the time, but I loved having him inside me whether I achieved an orgasm or not. Gary left for college in the fall. It was difficult to lose his intimacy; but I was glad to have him advance his life as he should. 

When he returns for visits (Christmas break, spring break, etc,) he immediately assumes he is welcome in my bed. I suspect that some day he will find a wife and our physical relationship will end. But I will never reject him from my bed....I simply cannot do that....he owns a part of me, and always will. 

The end.



A Mother's Sin



And since I'm supposed to be unconscious through all of it. I can't very well tell him what I want him to do, and so, I'm creating a visual idea for him to pick up on.

"There, that's a good frame to freeze it on. Get you some bitch! If all goes well, I'm gonna get me some dammit!"

Just to be a bit freaky, I made sure I got a movie with the chick that resembled me in it. I freeze frame the movie on a particularly nasty scene, so the image smacks him soon as he walks in the door.

And it's five twenty, five more minutes till he comes home from baseball practice and finds his mother stoned out on the sofa in her naked glory - just waiting for him to come shove his monster cock up in her.

Everything is perfect, ready to go, everything but me - and I'm nervous, shaking with anticipation of having my cunt stuffed for the first time in fucking years!

And then I suddenly remember, I forgot to set the camcorder up on top of the entertainment center like I had planned.

"Fucking shit! The camera dammit! Four minutes left! I'll be damned if I'm doing this without a video of it, hell no!"

Three minutes, to go, and I'm about to have to make a mad dash to my closet and back - grab the damned camera and strip on the way back to the living room.

My God! I haven't run since I was in fucking high school, and I don't even want to think about how long ago that actually was.

Like a bolt of lightning shot up my fat ass, I'm bounding through the house, around the corner and into my bedroom to grab the damn camcorder!

Somewhere along the way I managed to ditch my blouse without killing myself in the process, lucky for me, eh?

Running naked, I recall something from high school - the fact that I didn't have double -d tits then, which was probably a good thing - since each step I take now is making them flop like big fucking water balloons!

"Shit! Shit! Shit! Hurry! Fuck! Shit! Dammit! Be here any minute!"

By the time I reach the bedroom, my tits are aching from their wild bouncing antics, and I'm wishing if only for the moment, that I had some smaller titties.

Camcorder in one hand and my panties flinging from the other. I manage to zoom back into the living room with less than a minute to go!

Unfortunately, the stupendous bouncing force and motion of my vaulting tits, throws me off balance at the last moment, as I jerk my underwear free - and I end up sprawling my fat ass across the floor.

Just as I hear Jimmy putting his keys into the door lock. I manage to make it to the entertainment center, slam the camera on top of it - and then flop back onto the couch, where I unfortunately discover, I've sat down on top of the dildo!

"Hey Mom! Hey! Hello? What... the fuck... is she doing... geez! Sleeping pills again? Dammit! Some booze too.. Looks like... dang! Hey! What the hell is she watchin? Oh-hoo.. Well that explains why she's naked!"

Smart boy, Jimmy is - takes him about a minute and a half to figure out what he's looking at, and I wish I could open my eyes to see the expression on his face!

From the sound of his voice, though - I can tell he's not - disappointed with my druggie bad behavior. In fact, as I'd hoped - as I figured he would, the boy sounds almost positively exhausted!

"Big Momma Needs Love Too!" Huh! I'll just bet she does too! Maybe she needs to come see doctor Jim and his magic weenie! Damn! These bitches are fucking fine. Gee Mom, I may haft borrow your video to do a little whacking off of my own!"

Sarcastic little shit's talking to me all smart-ass cause he thinks I'm out of it and can't hear him - gee - I'd bet he'd just shit himself if I sat up right now and said something. But, I'm not, nope - not until he comes over here and fucks me like a good son!

Damn! What's he waiting on, anyway. Doesn't he know how fucking horny I am? Dammit! I can almost taste his come, you know? I'm that fucking horny! Come, hot, thick, squirting come!

Come! Oh holy shit! I didn't even think about him coming in me! Oh how stupid was that? Now what am I gonna do? Fuck-shit! If he fucks me and shoots off, I might end up pregnant by him - how sick would that be!

"I bet I know a young man who wouldn't mind coming in to meet you, heh-heh! Get it? Damn Mom, you got a thing for younger men or what, hmmm?"

Now, now I'm in a pickle - can't do anything to stop him of he's of mind to blow a load in my pussy either - shit!

"Man! She is so zonked out. Damn, I wonder if I could get away with it again?"

Oh well! Guess it's too late to cry about it now, just shut up and suck it up - every last little hot drop of it, too. Damn I'm so horny!

By this point, I'd almost deal with being pregnant - just to get me some - damn my pussy was so swollen and aching, how could he not want to stick himself inside me?

"man! Look at that pussy! It's practically begging for something to be stuck up in it!"

I could hear him dropping his backpack, then, the rustle of cotton as he began to remove his school uniform shirt.

"Mom? Is that a dildo under your ass there? What the fuck? Dammit, she must have had it stuck in her poop hole!"

No, no, no - he's gonna think I want more anal sex - dammit! Why did I have to forget and sit on the damned thing?

"Silly woman, you should stick it in that big flapping cunt of yours, really! Maybe I should show you what I'm talking about."

There you go, yeah, no anal - I want it in my pussy!

"There you go, much better! No, no - that won't do, let me shove it all the way in for you, Mom!"

Oh great. He put the fucking dildo in me. Not the dildo you moron, your cock - your fucking cock! Damn son!

"I bet you like that don't you?"

OOOO! Actually I do! Damn! He knows how to work it don't he!

He starts pumping it in and out of me slowly at first, and then faster and faster until I'm about ready to explode in orgasm - and then he just pulls it out, and...

"You don't need no cheap rubber cock Mom, cause I got the real thing! How about some of that?"

I hear the dildo bounce onto the hard wood floor followed by the sound of his pants unzipping and then falling to his ankles. My apprehensiveness rises ten fold, and I have to force myself to remain still - and not shake with anticipation.

"Oh fuck, I can't believe how long I've waited to do this! Damn she's tight, probably ain't had none in years I bet. Man! She's got big plump tits to be so old."

So old? I'm not that old, dammit!

Try as I might, a quiver overtakes my entire body starting at my cunt and spreading rapidly through every ounce of flesh I possess, and no sooner has he penetrated me with his over-sized cock - than I spew hot fluids all over it, my first real orgasm in years!

Fuck! I can feel the lips of my wet pussy stretching wide to let him in, it took him nine months to come out - and eighteen years later to finally get back in!

Oh Shit! He's discovered my titties, his young, groping hands all over them - squeezing, mashing, rubbing and even tweaking.

And I fucking come again!

"How can she possibly sleep through this, HRMPH! She's probably dreaming I'm some stud boy from her porno tape I bet!"

Oh Shit! Not hardly boy, the only cock I've been dreaming about if the one in myhot fucking cunt right this minute!

"Dammit! She's got one fine set of tits!"

Fuck! I wish he'd stop playing with them, stop teasing me and just suck my fucking tits!

Oh Shit! I'm just not gonna make it this time, I wanna scream so fucking bad it hurts - I wanna yell with pleasure so loud the neighbors call 911 thinking I'm dying over here!

As if playing with my tits wasn't bad enough to drive me insane, now he decides to drive his whole cock up into me - not stopping till his boney pelvis meets mine, and I shiver as the soft flesh of his little potbelly strokes my fuzzy pubic hair.

"Man! She is out fucking cold. Huh! I can do whatever I fucking want to her!"

Yes! Yes! You little bastard, be nasty - do whatever you want to me, take me - fuck me raw, please - I want you to, dammit! Oh, I could only tell him what I want him to do!

Oh, but I can't, because that would ruin the little game we're playing - if he knew I were really awake - he'd be afraid to do the nasty things to me that he really wants to, he'd be too ashamed to do them - even if I wanted him to!

And so I remain quiet, letting him think he's raping me once more - letting him fulfill his sick perverted desires, never knowing that I'm enjoying them more than he is!

Oh Shit! He lunges down between my tits, and begins pounding away between my thick thighs like some kind of motorized pump - his childish hips banging away like there's no tomorrow.

And all the while, he's slobbering all over both my tits as they bounce roughly in his small hands, and I come again - once more pouring myself out onto his rod and then down onto the leather sofa beneath me.

While he's mauling one of my tits, I decide to raise my head up and steal a glance at him - as his mouth and lips sucking hungrily at my nipples - like he did as a baby and that's when I recall - that he's the reason my fucking titties are so damn big to begin with, and my ass too.

I mean, I always had a big ass and even d-cup tits - at a really young age, but never like this - till I got pregnant.

He made my body, he came from my body, and if feels so right for him to control it - control me, and I realize once more - how badly I want to grab him and just ravage him with my nakedness - and I should, he's mine after all - I made him, didn't I? Yes, I did - he's even got that big fat fucking cock because of me and my brother - his uncle or, should I say father!

Suddenly, I feel him twitch - his cock that is, and I realize he's about to blow his load of hot come inside me. For a moment I start to panic, and then I realize that I want him too. I want him to pump my cunt full of hot, thick come!

"Oh fuck, Mom! Oh shit, oh man! I'm fixin' to blow a load in her! Yeah I should, I should come in her too - she's never know it was me. Oh yeah, yeah! Oh man I wanna shoot off in her!

As I rise into orgasm along with him, I realize I just don't give a damn - just like I didn't twenty years ago - with my brother and my own father, no, it just felt too good to care who it was with.

As he builds toward an eruption, he leans back - grabs my legs and jerks me forward, towards him as he pile drives me like a well oiled piston, and I wonder whether he's really going to come inside his own mother.

"Holy shit! Look at those tits bounce!"

But, at the very last possible second, he pulls out and blows the thickest load of semen I've ever seen a single man produce - covering my entire belly with a sticky, gooey mess of sperm!

Luckily, through all the commotion, my hair flopped forward and it's covering my face now - and I can open my eyes without him knowing, and I get to watch his entire ejaculation on me - and I orgasm again, watching him hose me down with his thick fucking cock - knowing that I'm the one who pulled the creamy gusher from him - that I'm the one who made him reach his climax, me, and my tits and my ass - which were his gifts to me.

And, now he pours another gift onto my belly - a display of what he thinks of me - one most mothers would vomit at the thought of.

But, not me, oh no, I'm so fucking twisted - that I'm actually disappointed - disappointed that he's shooting it on my belly, instead of in my pussy where it damn well belongs!

*****

I just wonder where the hell the little rat is? He should have been homes hours ago. Guess Mom's pussy ain't all it used to be. The little shit's probably found himself a prissy ass little girl friend. Good grief! Not only am I screwing my own son, but now I'm even starting to get jealous of him!

Then again, maybe it's not really not that bad if he's got a little something you know - maybe he could bring her home, and we could have a threesome or something.

Damn Maggie, you are one sick puppy - but man, that would be so fucking hot - some little tight ass virgin getting ramrod by him. I could hold her down while he fucked her, and make her suck my tits - hmmm - dammit!

Of course that would mean an end to the sleeping pill game we've been playing, then again, how long is that little charade gonna last any way?

Hmmm! Maybe I should stop it anyway, I'm really, really getting tired of having to pretend I'm unconscious when I'm having a fucking orgasm! It would be so much more enjoyable if I could get into it so to speak.

Of course, the question is - will Jimmy still wanna do it - if he knows I'm awake, I mean this sleep-rape he's doing - it could be his bag, he may not want normal sex with me. Oh well, guess it's just time to bust a move and fucking find out.

I think, maybe I'm gonna do in here, in his room - oh yeah, definitely - as a matter of fact , I think I'm gonna do it on his bed - right beneath his boob girl poster! Now, if he'd only hurry up and get his ass home before I have to rub one out ahead of him.

Make sure the old bottle of sleeping pills are where he can see them, check! Now, get naked and sprawl out like the slut you fucking are! So, your eighteen year old son can molest you when he finally gets home!

Dammit! 'Bout fucking time you got home you little bastard! Oh yeah, big dick en route! Time for you to come to Momma little boy!

***

Now what the fuck is she doing here? Damn! It's if she wants me to bang her every time she dopes out. Man! Naked in my bed, how frigging blunt can that fucking get? Oh well, mom. Can't say you weren't asking for it, huh?

Man! I wonder how long she's been out. Hope not too long, I'd hate for her to wake up right in the middle of this - wait - what the fuck would she have zonked out naked in my bed to begin with - I mean this is really bizarre!

Oh, well - fuck it - if she does wake up, she can't say too damned mush - after all - she's the one crawled into my bed, naked.

Wow! Look at that pussy! Hard to believe I actually popped out of this thing at one point in my life. Damn she's fine... shit! Too bad, you're my Mom.

Well, Mom - I hope you don't mind, but I think I might have to pump a hot load in you. Let's call it a punishment for being so stupid as to fall asleep, naked in my bed.

"What the fuck, I always wanted a kid brother anyway! Man! I should do it - I mean - she'd never even suspect it was me!"

"Oh fucking really now - You don't think I would, huh? Shame on you, boy, trying to get your own Momma knocked up!"

"Holy shit! Mom? I was, uh, I was just..."

"Shut up, Jimmy! I know exactly what you were doing, exactly what I wanted you too! The same thing you've been doing every night for the last week now!"

"OHHHH holy shit! You, you were awake the whole time?"

"Oh, like I could sleep through having this monster rammed in my fucking ass!"

"I'm sorry, I just, I didn't - I mean I, uh..."

"Shut up Jimmy, and you stop trying to make up an excuse! You've been very, very bad - and Momma's gonna have to punish you for it, now, are you ready or not?"

"Ready for what, Mom?"

"Ready for this boy! Ready to come in your Momma, and make me pregnant son - just like you wanted too!"

Yes! Oh fucking yes, Mom... take me, take me, Mom! Make me come in you, make me do it hard!"

*

Copyright - 1991



A Mother's Son



Catherine looked upon her son with the lust that had been building up inside of her since his return from college. His chest had broadened, his waist had narrowed as his thighs became massive. She had glimpsed his manhood by accident she was duly impressed. Watching him stretch as he came out of the pool caused her to become weak in the knees. Licking her lips she looked at the mirror for her image as she was about to take out some juice to the pool area.

Her breasts were still very firm with the sway of a woman in her thirties. The top of her suit barely covered the nipples with barely there pieces of material. She has bought it just last night on a whim. The multi colored fabric afforded her nipples room to become erect. They were long when excited about the size of a pencil eraser. They were very excited because of her sons stretching shadowed his cock in his trunks. She took her fingers and twisted her nipples for more emphasis. They responded immediately. Seeing the bottom of the suit now in the mirror almost made her back out. It had been two well placed triangles covering her pussy without hiding anything.

Having Charles here she knew he was unhappy he had been free speaking with her last night. He had yet to find a woman or a girl that he wanted to make love too. He was a virgin, well not for much longer if she had anything to do with it. Her long legs were tapered at the ankles with a slim ankle bone. Standing at almost six feet she was a beautiful, breathtakingly so woman. Her body was a work of art. Long graceful arms, her neck was erotic. Her long waist length hair was falling about her shoulders. Her face was without creases. She was every boy's wet dream. Her size forty DD's were the envy of all of her friends. Pink puffy nipples swollen now with anticipation she stepped out of the door.

His body was well developed since he went away for school. School was easy for him always was. He found working out a better way to end frustrations sexually than trying to get into girls panties. They seemed so infantile from what he listened to with his buddies. The crap they had to put up with to get some pussy made him shy away from going after them. He wanted to be educated in pleasing a woman before actually having a woman. Laughing at this he turned to see his mother approaching him with the most revealing bikini he had ever seen. His cock stirred so quickly he didn't have time to turn before he knew she had busted him. He decided he would just walk towards her and help her not hide his desire for her mature body. Realizing that he was turned on by his mother didn't seem odd at all, after all she was always open with him.

Catherine always walked around practically nude for him. She always shared her sensuality with him he was raised with seeing her in all stages of undress. They had never touched sexually but he knew that he was of age to appreciate her now so he came home for the Spring break to be shown the ways of pleasing a woman. She understood his frustrations as he talked yesterday. How he would become so hard some nights that he couldn't sleep. How masturbating wasn't making him relax any longer. He was in need of an older woman to show him the pleasures of pleasing a woman. Why not come to his mom? She was always offering him bits and pieces of sexual advice. His closeness with his mom was something his pals envied all though they didn't know that she was this open with him.

His pals went on with life stumbling in making love, he was going to become a lover he was sure of that. So his pals asked him to go to Florida with them but he knew he was going to come home. Learn first hand about a woman's desire. He was going to be showed proper ways of making a woman cum. He was going to explore to his hearts delight the many nuances of a woman's body. 

"Here let me carry that for you mom." Charles said without taking his eyes off of her body.

"Thanks son. I was sure your thirst was building after that swimming you did. Do you swim everyday?" Catherine asked as she smiled into his eyes. Only once looking down to see his erection.

"Yes. Before classes and late at night when I'm to excited to sleep." He answered pouring her some juice.

"I can tell your body has become quite magnificent son." Catherine replied as she sat down across from him.

Her pussy lips were now outside of the thin material as she sat down she opened her legs to afford him the view. He sat down causing his own suit to conform to his erection. They drank in silence for a little while both aware of the changes that were going to happen with them.

"Mom your pussy lips are very full I like that. I think it's sexy." He smiled as he leaned closer for a better view.

Catherine opened her legs even more so he could see the whole of her pussy. She was very wet it showed on the darkened material.

"When a woman is excited she will become wet like I am now." His mother spoke quietly. 'She will have a wonderful feeling inside of her pussy. As she gets more sexual she will know this sparks the desires of her partner. Like I can tell your trunks are looking so very painful dear. You can remove them if you like." She replied matter of fact.

Charles took his thumbs and raised his hips a little pulling them off his cock slapped his stomach. His cock was nestled in some dark hair. Not much he normally shaved his pubic hair for the look pleased him. He also didn't want loose hair to get in his lovers mouth. Catherine was amazed by his girth the beauty of his cock was making her squirm now.

"May I see your pussy without the clothing mom?" He asked earnestly.

Catherine smiled at his impetuous request. She sat forward without speaking and then stroked his cock with her hand. She left her suit on. He would have to know that he would get what he wanted but in due time. His cock was so hard she knew he was in pain but also knew that he would be more excited before he came. It felt like a velvet pole, long with such a rigidity she was pleased by this. He was of a good size but he would know that the cock was only a tool as would be his tongue. They would together be a team to bring a woman to orgasms. He leaned back so she could have his manhood at her own desirous speed.

"Son a woman wants some mystery before the clothing comes off. You will see your mom in due time so be patient. A patient man is a fucked man darling." She smiled at his eyes as she played with his cock.

Charles smiled at that thought being fucked.Being inside of this woman with his cock made him almost cum right then his mother knew he was becoming way over the top. She let go of his member so he could pull back on the passions he was feeling. She sat back winking at him she spoke softly.

"Son take your cock and jack off for me. I want you to show me the ways you enjoy best. Also before you are with that special woman you might need to jack off. To bring your own orgasm under control. Pull back from becoming the main interest. We all know a man will have an orgasm, not all women though cum so easily." She said sincerely. "I want you to feel free to jack off in front of me when we are alone like this." She added with excitement in her voice.

Charles seemed to not be embarrassed by this and took his rock hard cock in his left hand. Looking at his mother she moved her legs apart for him. Seeing this inspiration he was able to feel the cum bubbling up like a brook. Stroking from bottom to the head without hesitating he made the strokes long with the head being wrapped harder with each motion. Then he took his right hand and started to squeeze his balls without looking away from his view of his mothers pussy lips with the thin material covering a bulge he knew had to be her clit. The thought of seeing that clit caused him to speed up knowing that his mother was watching him stroke himself made him hotter. That indention between her legs caused his breath to catch in his throat.

Catherine watched this with great sexual interest his hands were moving at piston speed as he made himself cum so close. She noted he would cum to the abyss then he would slow down to bring himself back to the pleasures of feeling his cock in his hand. As he worked his cock for her eyes she leaned closer his view was temporarily out of his sight. She took her middle finger sucking on it so hard he was amazed by this. Their eyes locked he was waiting for her to do whatever she wanted to do. She worked her finger up under the chair and through the strips of the material she was at his anus. He stopped for a second wandering what was she going to do. Then he felt her push into his ass and he went out of this world just as his cum shattered his mind and body. What was she doing to him? He wasn't able to focus on anything his body was convulsing as he flew out into sub space. Catherine knew this was his first trip so she kept up the finger fucking his tight ass. Some of his cum had splashed her face she didn't mind he was flying. 

As she watched he returned with such an amazing look in his eyes. She felt so wonderful for him knowing she was the one that caused him to lose the fight and fly off. He sat there with his cock semi hard his cum all over his chest on her chin, he smiled weakly.

"Wow! What in the world happened mom?" He hoarsely whispered.

"You went into sub space. Now just sit there take it in." She whispered back to him.

They sat there like that for a little while as he regained his body. Finally Catherine stood up and took her suit off as she waited for him to come back and refocus. Sitting there both naked as the day he was born was such a thrill for Catherine. Her clit was engorged by the sight of his cumming playing in her minds eye. She closed her eyes as he was starting to come back into the present.

Charles' eye looked upon this woman seeing her naked he noted the engorged clit getting excited again he wanted to touch it. Reaching over to her pussy he brushed it very timidly. Catherine knew he was exploring her woman's body. She adjusted her legs to give him more of a visual. As she knew he would he got out of his chair and sat by her. Seeing her naked for his eyes he felt like weeping.

"Oh mom how beautiful you look like this." He said tenderly. 'I feel scared I might do something wrong." he honestly said.

"Oh telling a woman she is beautiful is never wrong sweetheart. So you are back now." She smiled placing his hand upon her pussy lips. 'Go ahead touch me ask me what you want to know?" She added smiling broader.

His male fingers were gentle as he opened her lips to see her pearl. His eyes were basking on the beauty of a woman's special sexual secret to most men. Seeing the skin surrounding the tip of it made him smile as he touched her more sure of himself. The hood parted like the Red Sea he laughed at this thought. This woman was so beautiful. His reactions were playful without shame. Seeing her wetness dripping out of the sensual hole caused his own cock to leak. Brushing her legs open more he was afforded the view of a woman that was very aroused. Instinctively he bent down and took a lick of the wetness and fell in love with the taste of a woman at that very second. He knew he would never get enough of this sensual liquid.

Catherine was smiling as she felt his explorations. As his tongue licked her pussy juice she gasped loudly he seemed oblivious. She would have to teach him that sounds were part of the journey. Taking her own long fingers she opened herself more for his eyes. He seemed to become so full of excitement not knowing what to do in what order. She knew the scent of a woman in lust was as evocative as it was for a woman to smell her man. He was sending off his scent it wafted into her senses without interruptions. She wanted to know what he knew naturally so she let him explore his mother's pussy to his delight. They were in no hurry sitting like this seemed natural to them. Outdoors, sun bathing them they laid here with sexual desires being ignited.

"You may put your fingers in my pussy if you want. My pussy will grab them so don't be surprised by this." She laughed at his eyes.

Charles did slip his finger inside of her without any effort he thought he needed to place another one when he did her pussy did grab them causing him to almost pull them out. She flexed her muscles and milked his fingers so he could know that his cock would be stroked inside this hot, wet, dark hole, he was feeling without any embarrassment. Placing his fingers inside of her he noted her clit seemed to grow again. Bending down for that delicious wetness he licked her aroused clit as he pumped his fingers inside of her.

Catherine was pleased with his natural knowledge. He was going to become quite the lover she felt pride in his accomplishment. Knowing that his cock would be snaking its way inside of her made her cum showering his face with her warm cum. He didn't stop or hesitate he lapped up this unexpected shower with gusto. Looking down at his face she saw that he was soaked making her cum again with her pussy tightening around his fingers which he had placed three inside of her now. She wanted him to stick that talented tongue where his fingers were playing. She took her hands and pushed his face down further onto her pussy hole.

Removing his fingers his tongue took precedence she was shocked by the mere touch of his tongue surrounding her hole. It made her weak with desire for him. He seemed to know what to do with his tongue and buried it deep. Lapping it with quite a lot of vigor. He seemed to understand that she needed this more than the delicate licking. He was learning the intricacies of the male tongue. The rough surface was exploring the inner walls of her vagina. A little to the left made her pussy shiver. Yet, when he took his tongue making it go upwards she squirmed as her nails dug into his hair. His tongue was easing into the rhythm of entering and exiting with long strokes her pussy became more wet.

Taking his hands he easily lifted her buttocks off the seat and he allowed his tongue to drape down inside the crease of her pussy to her anus. Her excitement made him want to be more aware of her desires. He might have been a virgin technically but he knew the technical moves that born lovers knew with oral sex.

He had done this with only her, yet he knew any woman treated right would be his after this treatment he felt empowered by this knowledge. Not abusive but he was now in his mind a lover not a fighter. Drinking her cum as he caused her to cum in succession only made him harder. He had forgotten he was hard in his excitement in learning this delicious pussy.

His enjoyment was so intense with this oral sex he had almost forgot about the intercourse until his mother grabbed his cock. She had maneuvered herself so she could orally please him too. The first time her mouth smothered his cock he felt an electric shock coursing up his spine. His own mother was sucking him off his mind was disconnecting. Fear had entered his mind for the fact he might go off again and he wanted this moment to take forever. They laid there with her on the bottom sucking each others genitals into so many stages of passions. He didn't worry about his cock not pleasing her she was enjoying this as much as him. She was releasing as much or more cum as he was. He listened for her moans to know that he was doing what she enjoyed. 

Not even realizing that he was pumping into he mouth he just seemed to know she was going to swallow his cum when he let it blow. Her fingers going inside of his ass was making him pump harder into this wet mouth he knew as his mom. Tonguing her pussy was mind blowing seeing her clit jerk when he flicked it with his tongue. He was becoming over loaded with sights and sounds and scents of desires gone into another realm. The sensations were mind boggling them both. The knowledge of what they were experiencing was something they both knew was prohibited. Right now they could of cared less. It was a mother teaching her son to become a lover for life.

Then as he was about to cum down her throat she relaxed her throat. He would slip further down as he did she swallowed and it massaged his cock so wonderfully. He shot her throat with his white hot cum bathing her throat with his seed he lifted off again. She massaged him with her throat muscles as he flew above them. Knowing his youth would make it where he could finally fuck her she kept up the assault on his love muscle.

Finally he rolled off of her as she watched him breathing erratically she snuggled into him as he tripped out.Bringing him to another blast off made her smile. Knowing that his cumming was brought off by her made her feel so close to him. His hands eventually seemed to reattach themselves to the end of his arms. He pulled her close to him as he did he sensually kissed her full lips. Pulling her over on top of him she allowed him to place her above his hard cock. He took her hips placing them centered he placed his cock to her wanting dripping, hole. He plunged his cock into her like a spear aiming towards the heart of an animal. He pierced her pussy with an easy going manner. He knew what to do with his cock so he entered her pussy allowing the feeling to flood his memory for all time.

Her pussy received him fully with so much wetness she was tight around the noble head. Noticing they both had chills they melded into one another like they knew from the first moment last night it would. His coming home was meant for this. He would take this away from here for his life's enjoyment. He knew that pleasing a woman would eventually please him. Holding a woman's sexuality in his hands, and tongue was more essential than the mere fucking. His hips made them both bounce on the tall grass. His body commanded hers without his releasing hers she would be horribly denied. In one fell sweep he was on top without falling out he brought her ankles to his lips and kissed them. Stretching his arms out he spread her open for the assault he was going to give her. The constant pounding was being more aggressive he knew somehow she wanted it hard. Slapping her pussy harder made her splash up at him he tried to catch some in his mouth but couldn't. Making her ankles rest on his shoulders he took his hand and cupped it around the piston pumping cock. The free flowing juices gathered in his hands and he brought them up to his mouth tasting their mingled juices. He growled loudly, causing his mother to laugh.

His rigid cock was hitting her insides causing her so much pleasure she lifted off without trying. His eyes looking into hers he knew she was soaring. Slapping her pussy harder he felt his immediate release and he didn't want to hold back any longer. His cum burst into her with enough force she was lifted off the wet grass.

His hips kept their rhythm perhaps by memory because he was flying with his mom. They were locked together as they experienced their first orgasm with him buried to the hilt inside of her.

That was their first time but since then they were lovers in many places. It was Christmas and Charles was coming home bringing her a special gift. Lingerie was their weakness he bought all of her lingerie he was pleased to recall. This was her special gift sitting beside of him. They were so much into one another that thinking of her would make him become hard instantly. He had dated girls after getting back with his mothers approval. Yet he always came home to her. He knew she would be wearing his most favorite lingerie, her scent would be wafting up to his nose. The house would be decorated with candles, lights, and holly everywhere. The fireplace would be lit in their bedroom they shared. She would fall to her knees as he walked inside. She would take him out of his chinos and suck him off before they spoke. Thinking of this made him weak in the knees. He would gather her up and take her into the living room place her under the tree undress her and make passionate love to his mother.




A Mother's Son



He would examine every inch of her before taking her. They would be making love until the wee hours of the morning. They always did. He loved the way she always wanted him. His lust matched hers. The fact he was with other women didn't seem to matter. They would never reach the pinnacle his mother was to him. She taught him how to be a lover. She taught him older women were the cherished gift for great sex. The lessons she taught him were lessons he was willing to learn. She was his teacher, he was her master though. If a woman wanted a lover he would do anything they asked. He was a man with a reputation for pleasuring females of every age. He loved the older ones they were his passions. Their sensuality made him growl like a dog in heat. His heart belonged to one woman though he knew her as mother.